Any relationship between characters to people living or dead is purely coincidental. Wonder Woman, of course, is Copyright of DC Comics and Time Warner Entertainment and is being borrowed for this storyfor which I'm receiving no remuneration. The material is VERY ADULT in content so, if you're easily offended, go read something else...
…the necessity of our Trans-dimensional Superhero
exchange program is self evident. We
anticipate that the newly acquired capability of super villains to travel to
the parallel Earths of different eras, will make cross-world crimes the top
priority of the Justice Society of America in the coming century.
As evidence of our program’s success allow me to cite the successful apprehension of the Super-criminal Archon by the team up of our own Wonder Woman and Ms. Americana of Earth 731…
-Justice Society of America Memo dated February 18, 1952.>
It was the same dream. Just as it had been for the past three nights running.
“Diana no! Please no!! I’m your sister!” Drucilla wailed.
Diana saw herself from outside herself as if she was both watching and starring in a movie.
Dru was wearing her wonder Girl costume and was bound with her hands above her head. Diana was naked save for her braces, belt and boots. Sweat was pouring off Wonder Woman as she stepped up to her sister. Her face bore an expression of a wolf that has just found a trapped fawn.
Wonder Girl shivered violently, “Diana please!…I love you big sister.”
Wonder Woman licked her lips, as she reached for her sister, “I love you too Wonder Girl,” Drucilla smiled uncertainly, as Wonder Woman’s hands reached out and came to rest on her hips. Then Drucilla frantically jerked backwards as she felt Diana’s thumbs slip into the waistband of her shorts.
Wonder Woman jerked down the girl’s briefs, leaving the teenager’s thin thatch of black wool exposed. “Oh Gods Diana! Why are you doing this to me?” Drucilla screamed.
Diana’s eyes were half closed, her mind visibly numbed by sexual excitement. She effortlessly forced a hand between Wonder Girl’s legs, her fingers questing for Drucilla’s mound.
Drucilla’s bit her lower lip as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Oooooo!” she mewled as Diana deftly manipulated her nub. Diana noticed that their were twin stains right over the points of Drucilla’s painfully erect nipples. Wonder Woman began panting in excitement, then roared as she tore away Wonder Girl’s blouse. Dru’s large breasts swayed and jiggled enticingly, thin trickles of milk flowing from each nipple. Diana crushed her little sister’s naked body to her own in an effort to bring as much of their hot bare skin in contact as she could. Four huge tits mashed together and all of them leaking in their excitement.
“No Diana! Please! Please! I’ve always wanted to…but not like this…Not like this MMMmmmmmmpphhhh!” Drucilla’s voice was muffled as Diana smothered her sister’s mouth with her own.
Drucilla stopped resisting. Her mouth opened and Wonder Girl’s tongue at first tentatively probed, then frantically dived into Wonder Woman’s mouth.
Diana broke the kiss and smiled at her captive sibling, then her head ducked down and sucked one of Drucilla’s sharply erect nipples into her mouth, while her hand returned to the girls wet mons. A stream of hot sweet milk shot into Wonder Woman’s mouth as she worked the girl’s large hard clit.
“Oh Aphrodite!” Drucilla moaned, “I p…praise you for…ah your…your ah…gift of AAAAhhhhhhiiiiiiiii!!!!!!” Wonder Girl threw back her head and screamed as her body went rigid. Milk exploded from her nipples and her twat drenched Diana’s hand with wetness. Diana held Drucilla around the waist as Wonder Girl pulled her knees up to her chest, every tendon straining in the ferocity of her orgasm.
She went limp in her chains, until Wonder Woman released them and Wonder Girl fell lovingly into her sister’s arms. They kissed again long and passionately, then Drucilla said, “Let me kiss you down there, big sister.”
Diana smiled, placed her hands on Dru’s shoulders and gently placed the teen down on her knees. Wonder Woman pried her own sopping nether lips apart, exposing her own over sized clit and pressed Drucilla’s mouth against it.
Dru’s mouth worked frantically licking and sucking on Diana’s twat. “Arrooo,” Diana groaned in animal delight. Then Diana felt two new hands reach around her from behind and begin squeezing and massaging her own huge tits, working her nipples with painful delight. Diana felt a huge set of tits pressing into her back and twin trickles of wetness came from the points. It was another woman, but who?
It didn’t matter Wonder Woman was too close now she felt her orgasm building from the tips of her fingers and toes, flowing towards her most intense point of pleasure. Suddenly, Drucilla’s middle finger slick from Diana’s juice, slipped between her ass cheeks and pressed deeply into her anus.
Twin streams of milk shot out of her nipples and cum flooded out of her twat in pulses drenching Drucilla’s face. Wonder Woman threw back her head and screamed with all her might, “AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”
“Diana, what’s wrong!” Drucilla cried.
Diana opened her eyes and looked around. She was sitting in her own bed in her own bedroom. Drucilla had run in and was dressed (thanks unto Hera) in her night gown.
“Diana I heard you scream,” Drucilla said.
“It…it was nothing Dru, just a dream don’t worry about it.
“Are you sure Diana?”
“Yes, little sister. It was just a nightmare,” Diana said with a smile. “Back to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.”
“It’s about six AM now Diana, I was just starting breakfast,” Drucilla said. Then looked quizzically at Diana. “What’s wrong with your night gown?”
“What do you mean?” asked Diana
“It’s stained,” Drucilla said and stepped closer.
Diana to her horror, realized that her gown was soaked through at the nipples and drenched in the seat. She had to keep Dru from getting a better look.
“Just a little sweat, Dru,” Diana swung her legs out of bed, “I think I’ll take a bath, before I eat.” Diana quickly pulled her gown over her head, leaving her luscious six foot frame, completely nude.
She wadded up the nightgown and hurled into a corner. Wonder Woman heard the rustling of fabric and looked over her shoulder. The sight was like a blow to her stomach. Drucilla had also stripped off her own nightgown, her arms were lifted and she was running her fingers through her shoulder length black hair. It was the same magnificent body from her dreams, the large juicy breasts with the large erect nipples, the slim waist and wide hips.
Of course Drucilla would expect to bath with her. Just as they had always done at home.
Diana was horrified to find that there was an undeniable moist warmth coming from between her legs.
“I…I thought you were fixing breakfast.”
“It’s Okay Diana, nothing’s cooking yet,” Drucilla said. Then Dru turned and headed for the bathroom, her ass cheeks wiggling impudently. Diana followed, her skin tingling. Damn you Skaroth, to the hell you so richly deserve, was Diana’s last thought.
Meanwhile elsewhen.
“Ummm! Oh God Brenda,” Got Gal moaned as Ms. Americana’s tongue flicked over Tanya’s clit with inhuman precision. The blonde’s back arched, she drew up her legs, “I’m gonna cum aga…aga…again AHHH OHHH EEEEEEE!!!!” Tanya squeezed two mini geysers of milk out of her huge tits.
“Hey don’t waste that!” Ms. Americana chided as she slid her own voluptuous naked body up the sweat and milk slicked belly of the blond and began drinking from her tits.
“Oh Brenda,” Tanya clenched her eyes shut as new waves of pleasure came from ranged out from her nipples, to the rest of her body. “Nobody does this to me the way you do,” Got Gal moaned.
Lydia smiled wickedly as she watched Ms. Americana’s intense session with Got Gal through the surveillance system. Her hand moved lazily over her mound, she had spread her sex and was slowly pleasuring herself. Flag Girl was enjoying a warm after-glow and was covered with a sheen of sweat. She turned her head, when she heard Anita call her name.
“Oh Jesus Lydia! You didn’t tell me he could do…Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! OOOOOHH SHIIIIIIIT!!!!” Got Chic’s back arched, she threw her head from side to side frantically as her pelvis rotated spasmodically.
“Say you’re my Brown Sugar, Anita,” Tommy Knudsen ordered as he skillfully ground himself between her legs. He slipped one her hard coal black nipples into his mouth.
All that Anita could do was groan in ecstasy.
Lydia smiled at her friends. She was glad that her best friend and her most regular boyfriend had hit it off so well.
Got Chic’s latest orgasm had subsided, now she was crying. “I’m your Brown Sugar Tommy, your sweet and tasty Brown Sugar. Kiss me baby, I love you, kiss me!” They pressed their mouths together and their tongues danced.
Lydia frowned, she was slightly jealous of the intimacy but she was also understanding. The first time with Tommy was always pretty intense for any girl. Flag Girl slid over next to Got Chic then grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them to the bed. Anita was startled.
“Okay Tommy, give her the Cork-Screw!” Lydia ordered.
Tommy Knudsen AKA Elastic Lad, smiled at Lydia as withdrew his wide nine inch cock from the whimpering Anita.
His face assumed a look of concentration. His cock suddenly began to grow in length but shrink in radius. In three seconds it was twenty five inches long and as narrow as a pencil, it was waving over Got-Chic’s belly like a thin snake. His middle finger stretched and writhed between her brown buttocks quickly finding her rosette.
Got Chic looked frightened as Elastic Lad’s cock coiled like a spring, then struck into her pussy. The base of his cock started twisting and spinning back and forth, at the same moment his finger pressed deeply into her anus.
Got Chic’s eyes nearly popped out. She threw back her head and screamed, “AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Got Chic!” Got Gal tried to jump to her feet but Ms. Americana wrapped a shapely leg around her torso and pinned her to the bed.
“She’s fine, Tanya,” Brenda insisted. “Better than fine, from the sounds of it.”
Got Gal looked doubtful. Until she heard a long, drawn out scream of, “yeeeeesssss!”
“Christ! What’s he doing to her?” Got Gal asked a little enviously.
“Want to find out?” Ms. Americana asked with a nasty smile, as she gently massaged Got-Gal’s huge tit. “I can arrange it.”
“Mmm,” Got Gal groaned as MA swung her legs around, placed her knees next to Got Gal’s shoulders and began kissing her way down her torso with exquisite feather light kisses. Got Gal’s skin burned wherever the lips and tongue of Ms. Americana pressed against her flesh. The tips of Ms. Americana’s titanic 44’s traced twin streaks of fire as she slowly moved down Tanya’s torso. Got Gal was openly whimpering by the time Brenda reached her mound, “p-p-please B-Brenda do it to me.” Ms. Americana decided to draw out her friend’s agony by lightly licking the crease between thigh and groin. In frustration Got Gal seized Brenda’s hips and jammed Ms. Americana’s cunt down on to her face, she stabbed her tongue deeply in to the hot wet canyon. Brenda’s hips rotated and bucked involuntarily. She barely kept control of her self and continued to torture Got Gal with her tongue by tracing the outer folds of Got Gal’s pussy. “Ohhh!” Brenda suddenly groaned out loud as Got Gals slipped two fingers inside her raging cunt. Brenda laid down fully on Got Gat locking them into a true sixty-nine. She felt the weight of her huge 44s mashing down on Got Gal. And Got Gal’s own enormous jugs squishing deliciously against her stomach. Ms. Americana ravaged Got-Gal’s pussy with her tongue. Back and forth around and around the nub bringing fresh cries of delight from her friend, “Ohh, ohh, OOOOOHHHHAAAAAIIIIIIIIIII!!!”
Ms. Americana felt her own orgasm building, it was almost…Tanya suddenly stabbed her tongue deep into Brenda’s anus. Ms. Americana felt her pussy pulsing in wild ecstasy as her orgasm ripped itself through her body. “HOOOOOOO!” Both women’s bodies were trembling uncontrollably lost in the physical joy of cumming together.
After a few minutes Brenda tiredly maneuvered herself around, laid on top of Got Gal and kissed her deeply. They held each other for a minutes exchanging kisses and gentle words. Finally Brenda rolled off Tanya.
“So Brenda,” Got Gal was still panting, “how are you going to arrange for me to have a run in with Elastic Lad.
“Simple,” MA chuckled, “I’ll send EL home with you tonight.”
Got Gal blinked in surprise, “And what are you going to tell the Retaliator?”
“They called it quits,” Ms. Americana said matter of factly.
“No surprise,” Got Gal said after a moments thought. “I mean nobody expected that partnership to last. As they say, that team didn’t sell a lot of comic books,.”
“No, not when it’s the side kick who has the super power and the guy he’s kick’in
for is just a another nut with a shit load of guns,” Ms. Americana said.
“Yeah. Retaliator’s ego could never cope with it. He’s a goon, every time he goes out the door he leaves a path of collateral damage a mile wide and foot deep,” Got Gal agreed. “Elastic Lad is well out that one. So who is he kick’in for now?”
“Me, for the moment but that is very unofficial,” MA said. “You know what they say about super-heroines with male side kicks?”
“They can’t find a date,” Got Gal laughed at the old joke.
“Sad but true,” MA chuckled, “Anyway EL is just staying here until he finds a new partner. I think he should step out on his own. He’s nineteen now, it’s time that he changed his name to Captain Elastic or something and setup a secret headquarters of his own, instead of mooching.
But he says he’s not quite ready for that yet. And there’s a glut of heroes in this town, so he’d probably need to relocate. Plus he’s still in college and transferring would be hassle. So for now he wants to stay a side-kick.
But the fact is I don’t think he’s looking too hard for a new boss. His last interview was with the Rainbow Warrior. Tommy was, ‘shocked, simply shocked’ to find out that the Warrior is gayer than a tree full of monkeys.”
“Well, why should he look? He’s got ass on demand here,” Tanya snickered.
“That’s the real problem. He’s starting to think he’s my boyfriend as well as Lydia’s, that could lead to trouble,” Ms. Americana predicted.
“No shit,” Got Gal agreed.
“So do me a favor, take EL home with you and screw his flexible little ass off for a couple of days. I’m going to have my hands full for the rest of the week as it is.”
“What’s up?”
“Visitor from 1950s, if you can believe it. And I don’t want to explain my domestic arrangements to her,” Ms. Americana sighed.
“Huh?” said Got Chic.
“A Superheroine from an alternate time stream and also from the past. Apparently one their Bad-Guys developed a Probability Breech and escaped to our world she is going to need help with him. Lucky me,” Ms. Americana said with a smile. “Her name is Wonder Woman.”
“Never heard of her,” said Got Gal.
“No reason you should have. Different world.”
It was the first time Diana regretted taking over Dr. Nero’s headquarters for Wonder Woman. Bruce had been right, using an apartment as your alter-ego’s office was a recipe for disaster.
And the Doctor’s Office was conveniently located on the 69th floor of the Steersman Tower, though of course it didn’t appear on any blue print. As well as his privacy, the Doctor had also believed in looking after his own comforts. These included a magnificent bath room. It was almost as grand as a bathhouse back home but smaller more intimate. That was the problem, both Drucilla and herself could never fit in the bathtub in her own apartment but here, there was plenty of room to bath each other.
They were standing in the tub, warm water was lapping at the tops of their thighs. They were close, Diana could feel the heat from Drucilla’s body.
“My cover will be secretary to Ms. Wade,” Diana said. Dru was washing Diana’s back. That seemed safest.
“Mizzz?” Dru inquired, while she soaped up her hands. Then reached around Diana’s torso and gently washed her tummy, embracing her sister from behind to do so. Dru’s soapy fingers traced the lines of Diana’s abdomen with excruciating feather light touches.
“It…its’ a title,” Diana stammered as her sisters firm tits pressed into her back
“Are you going to be Mizzz Prince?,” Dru chuckled into Diana’s ear.
“Yes, I suppose I will,” Diana laughed a little too loudly, as Drucilla gently rinsed the lather off of Diana’s torso, her fingers coming achingly close to Diana’s mound.
“Want to do me now, Diana?”
“Yes, I do,” Diana said huskily.
Drucilla frowned a little at the tone of voice but then shrugged. “What should I pack for the trip?” Drucilla asked as she clasped her hands behind her neck.
Oh goddess Dru’s bottom looks so sweet. “We won’t be packing anything, we’ll be going in uniform,” Diana said then bit her lower lip as she gently scrubbed Drucilla’s back. She watched as the suds slid slowly between the cheeks of Drucilla’s ass.
“Nothing at all?” Drucilla asked.
“Our hostess in their world, Ms. Americana, feels our fashions are so far out of date as to draw serious attention to ourselves,” Diana said trying to keep her eyes of the curve of her sister’s ass cheeks. “She’ll arrange for everything once we arrive.
Drucilla nodded, “That makes sense I suppose. They are about fifty years ahead of our time. Fifty years ago we’d be wearing corsets and bussels.”
“Anyway, what’s my cover story Diana?” Dru asked as Diana rinsed off her sister’s back.
“Exchange student from Canada,” Diana said
“Kinda dull.”
“I know, it’s supposed to be.” said Diana. “I’m going to wash your front now.” With trembling fingers Diana reached around Drucilla’s torso and began soaping up her tummy.
“Sure, I wonder what it will be like Diana?” Drucilla mused. Diana’s hands kept brushing the bottom’s of Drucilla’s full succulent tits.
“Do you think they have household robots, colonies on the moon and other stuff like that?” Dru asked.
“Probably. Um, do you wash the underside of your bosoms, Drucilla?” Diana asked.
“Yeah I do,” Drucilla answered and lifted her arms above her head to give Diana easy access. “Go ahead sis.”
Diana began soaping up Drucilla’s large full breasts. I can’t stop myself, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I’m sorry Drucilla but I can’t stop what I am going to do…what I must do to your body. Diana pulled Drucilla to herself gently embracing her from behind.
She couldn’t resist it any longer and slipped her fingers between Drucilla’s ass cheeks.
“Hey!”
“Has to be done Dru,” Diana said.
“I…mmm…I know b-but I always do that myself,” she stammered.
Diana felt the utmost contempt for herself when she asked, “Don’t you trust Drucilla?”
Drucilla nodded silently, apparently chagrined. Then as if to prove her complete trust of Diana, Drucilla bent over from the waist and spread her buttocks. Diana spent a few minutes washing Drucilla’s cheeks and nether hole.
Drucilla said with perfect innocence, “that feels kind of good.” Diana’s hand dipped toward Drucilla’s slit.
“Diana what are you doing?”
“You’re older Drucilla, you have special hygiene needs these days. I know it feels strange and awkward but you will get used to it and it needs to be done.”
“Diana I already know all that, I take care of myself… p-please that feels so queer.”
“Trust me Drucilla,” Diana felt horribly guilty as she said this.
“Well…Okay Diana,” said Drucilla.
Diana’s face was red with shame at molesting her own sister. Her fingers worked Dru’s nub expertly. Drucilla’s cheeks blushed, then her whole body flushed red. Her tits swelled with excitement, her breathing became shallow.
“How…(gulp)…how long will this take?” Drucilla husked.
“I don’t think it will take long,” Diana panted in her ear.
Drucilla suddenly rose turned around, “Diana, I’m scared!” She threw her arms around Diana. Diana clenched Dru’s body tightly to her own, as Drucilla began to cry. Their tits suddenly mashed together and so much of the girl’s hot skin pressed against her own, Diana’s body betrayed her utterly, in it’s desperate attempt to find release. Her pelvis tilted and rubbed her mound against her sister’s. Diana shivered uncontrollably as her guts twisted in agony and delight, her twat pulsed as she came, she embraced her sister as tightly as she could.
Then Diana realized that Dru trembling body wasn’t crying, she was also cumming. Rather than pull away they held each other tightly for a few seconds more as their bodies strained against each other.
Then a warm afterglow. The sisters nuzzled and kissed wetly, their tongues sliding back and forth.
“Diana that was wonderful. What happened…?”
“Hush Drucilla, ask no questions,” wheels Diana’s mind spun frantically. “It was a gift from Aphrodite, sweet Drucilla. A secret gift to be shared between us, just this once and always held secret.”
Dru’s lips trembled, “only once?”
Diana broke the embrace and climbed out of the bath. “We must get dressed and depart.”
“But I so want to do it again!”
“We must never speak of it Drucilla!”
“Five seconds…four…three…two…one…activate,” Ms. Americana flipped the switch.
The Trans-dimensional Breech looked like an oversized TV projector, but where the three beams of light converged there emerged a brilliant collision of light and color, in cone that began to swell in radius. The guests would be arriving in minutes.
Ms. Americana looked over the controls, nodded in satisfaction, then took one last look around her townhouse. Just making sure that everything was ready for company.
Then she struck a pose with gloved hands on her hips. Her feet were at shoulder width with her left hip slightly cocked. Her large breasts, encased in her red and white striped bikini top jiggled slightly as she did this. It was the classic Ms. Americana pose. At once forthright but also sexually provocative.
At her side stood, Flag Girl aping a similar pose, but without the quite the same affect. She kept taking side glances at her Amazon friend, watching the gentle rise and fall of Ms. Americana’s breasts.
Flag Girl fidgeted in frustration, then proceeded to ruin the entire tableau.
“Like, why do I need to be here Brenda?” the little blond whined. “Anita, Tommy and me were going out tonight.” Lydia frowned prettily, “Why can’t I have fun anymore?”
Brenda gave a small inward sigh, she knew what Lydia’s real problem was.
She won’t get better by herself, and I need her calm.
“Don’t you like having fun with me, Flag Girl?” Ms. Americana said in her most melting contralto voice, though her face didn’t change expression.
Lydia licked her lips, her breathing was suddenly shallow. “Is that why you want me here tonight Brenda…” Flag Girl’s left hand of it’s own accord drifted off her hip and was headed down between her legs, “…to have fun with me?”
They kissed each other gently, then they broke their embrace.
“Come to my room tonight, after we put the guests to bed,” Ms. Americana said and Flag Girl nodded.
They quickly resumed their stances.
And just in time. The cone of light faded, then died and there stood Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl.
Breath taking Ms. Americana thought to herself. Wonder Woman indeed! Where have you been all my life Diana Prince?
“Welcome to my home Wonder Woman,” Ms. Americana smiled with genuine warmth. “And you as well Wonder Girl” Brenda nodded to the younger woman. Not bad either, a very tasty morsel.
Diana looked at her hostess in horror. This is what they wear in 2004? Diana thought to herself. She would be arrested for dressing like that, where I come from. Is she actually a super- villainess? Have we been tricked?
“Their navels are exposed!” Diana heard Drucilla blurt and nearly died of embarrassment.
Both Ms. Americana and Flag Girl looked down at the offending oubliettes.
“So they are Wonder Girl,” Brenda said with a laugh.
“Wonder Girl we are guests in this house,” Diana said in ancient Achean. “Their customs take precedence over our own here.”
“I apologize for my partner, Ms. Americana…” Diana began but was interrupted.
“Don’t worry about it,” Brenda said, “you should have been better briefed on future customs. Please come this way.”
Wonder Woman nodded with a smile, then she gasped out loud as Ms. Americana turned her back. Great Hera! The woman’s uniform left her entire bottom exposed.
Ms. Americana glanced back over her shoulder and stared quizzically at the voluptuous Amazon. Now what? She thought to herself. Wonder Woman’s eyes were not only bulging out of her head, but were glued to Brenda’s firm shapely buttocks.
“Oh yes, sorry,” Ms. Americana laughed. “Even ten years ago this was pretty daring. And you’re from 1950 or thereabouts.”
Wonder Woman nodded “1952,” she muttered in some shock, then added absently, “President Nixon has just been inaugurated.” This was supposed to be one of those fun facts that her briefing sheets said, would surprise and shock her hosts on this world.
“Lucky bloody you, well your world will hopefully survive him, our’s did.” Ms. American chuckled.
Diana felt her cheeks turn scarlet when the other woman laughed again and slapped one of lovely buttocks. “Fashions do change with time my dear. No doubt your own uniform is considered quite daring in your world.
“Well…yes, now that you mention it.” Diana glanced down at her scandalous red and gold bustier, that left her shoulders so daringly bare. Her blue star spangled skirt cut so short that it ended three inches above her knees. All right thinking women were scandalized
Then the smile died on her face when she looked across to Ms. Americana. This woman was the real thing. Really daring, provocative. Everything Wonder Woman had only ever promised, Ms. Americana delivered.
I wonder what else she might deliver on, Diana thought to herself. I can’t do something like that to Drucilla again. Ever. And I am still in great need!
Brenda studied Diana’s eyes, the pupils were slightly dilated. Something beyond me is affecting her, Ms. Americana thought to herself. The second one, Wonder Girl, kept giving her side long glances, studying the rise and fall of her breasts.
Mmmm! Sisters, Ms. Americana thought to herself. I won’t have any trouble seducing them separately, but how to get them together.
Lydia was having similar thoughts herself.
Hello! We have players here. They’re both interested in girl games I can feel it. Her eyes devoured Wonder Woman. Let’s see should I be the straight forward type? No way kid, they are from the 50’s remember. Perhaps I should confess that I am having these weird feelings for another woman and could she please, please help me with them? Oh yes, definitely Wonder Woman will be happy to play older sister. Giving a troubled young woman some desperately needed guidance. Guidance and instruction.
But as for the other one, she is acting so antsy right now that…oh.
“Ladies the uh…” Lydia search for the most archaic a term as she could think of, “comfort station? Is that way.”
Both nodded thankfully. It was a peculiar side effect of cross time travel.
Lydia watched them leave and licked her lips.
“Focus Flag Girl,” Brenda said firmly.
“What’s the problem?” Lydia asked.
“The problem Lydia, is that our house guests are the babes in the bloody woods. Where they come from if a criminal captures you, maybe they’ll kill you but other than that they’re perfect gentlemen. Strictly hands off.”
“Bullshit!”
“No shit,” Ms. Americana replied.
“You gotta be shitting me Brenda,” Flag Girl blurted, “I’m ready to rape them both myself here and now! How did their adversaries keep their hands off?”
“Self preservation. There was a rumor that in 1940 one of their heroines, a girl named Zatara got bagged and banged. Nasty business, they used drugs, hypnosis and gang-rape. In the end they broke her completely, they ran films of her rapes on the stag reel circuit for a while. The films were progressive from when they first stripped her when she was captured, to getting her cherry broken, to her going from thug to thug on her hands and knees begging to be stuffed. Anyway they kept her for 8 ½ months and sent her back to her friends very pregnant, the gang thought it was funny as hell. At least until the Justice Society caught up with them. Zatara’s friends forgot all about their no killing policy and slaughtered every member of the gang down to the lowest goon. The rest of their world’s villains got the hint”.
“Shit, I wish our so called heroes were half as useful!” Flag Girl snarled. “I lost my cherry on the Job. And by lost I mean had it stolen from me! And by the Geek no less!
Did Captain Magnificent or Mega-Man do anything about it? The words, ‘they did jack shit’ come to mind!”
Flag Girl was on a genuine rant by now.
“Did Battle-Sprite’s first time come after an evening of dinner and dancing? Was it a night of gentle loving by a special boy? Fuck no! She got stripped naked in a warehouse in front of fifteen goons who gang raped her three at a time for two fucking days. Shit a mile, Got-Chick was actually happy the first time she got ploughed by the Domination Axis’ thugs. Anita had started wondering if she was only ever going to fuck plants. As for… ”
“Quit bitching Flag Girl!” Ms. Americana snapped, “It wasn’t any different for me either. I had my cherry busted on the job and I’ve lost count of the involuntary three hole rodeos, I’ve been the star of since then. It was the same for Night Raven, Lady Midnight, Jungle Babe and Justice Jugs.
And no doubt it will happen Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl. They are going to be here a year. We have to prepare them for the inevitable,” Ms. Americana said firmly. “Being caught and cranked is part of the job here. It’s an inherent job risk and it’s one that we’ve all been trained to handle when it happens. But those two haven’t been trained at all.”
Flag Girl nodded thoughtfully, then said. “I think we’re going to have to split them up. I’ll take Wonder Girl, and you show Wonder Woman the ropes.
“Planning a little mountain climbing expedition,” Ms. Americana asked teasing.
“No…well yes, but that’s not the real point. The thing is that they are sisters,” Flag Girl said
“Yes, so what are you driving at?”
“If they are both captured, what is any of our super criminals going to make them do to each other? ”
Silence for a moment. Brenda had had similar thoughts going through her head. Wonder Girl moaning and writhing naked as Wonder Woman’s head bobbed between her legs.
Then, “I see your point Lydia. They need to begin resistance training. It will help if they aren’t virgins. Find out discretely. I want you to be her friend. Or maybe more than her friend. If Wonder Girl still has her cherry, I want it removed. It would probably be better if it was done by force. But get her on the pill as fast as you can, we can’t afford to send her back pregnant, it’s a stoning offense where she comes from. Until then Wonder Girl is on a diet of Hairy Clam, no Hotdogs at all. Are we clear?”
“Like, no problemo Ms. A. I’ll be happy to play teacher.
The two heroines returned just then.
“Wonder Woman, my friend Flag Girl wanted to take Wonder Girl out. Show her around town, shop for some clothes, orient her in general. I approve but Wonder Girl is your responsibility.”
“Hmm, yes that might well be a good idea.” That Lydia girl was ridiculously interested in Wonder Girl. That might not be a bad thing. It was time that Drucilla select a woman to love. It was unthinkable that she and Dru continue…Wonder Woman felt herself go damp at the thought of sister’s head between her legs.
“Yes I approve as well. Go have fun Drucilla.”
Drucilla eyed Diana longingly, then nodded reluctantly and left with Flag Girl.
When the door closed Wonder Woman said, “I’m glad we’ll have a few moments alone Ms. Americana”
“Really?” Ms. Americana answered with a provocative smile.
Diana swallowed hard, “it’s about Skaroth.”
“Ah yes, the mystery man we have heard so little about,” replied Ms. Americana.
“Sorry but a lot of it was considered sensitive material and was only to be delivered orally,” Wonder Woman stated apologetically.
“Proceed with your oral delivery my dear,” Ms. Americana purred.
Ms. Americana’s meaning was perfectly clear. It was almost like a punch in the gut for Diana but she proceeded with her brief. “Skaroth set up shop in the last year of the war. He seemed like a perfectly legitimate business man. He filed for a number of patents. Then started manufacturing calculating machines, very advanced calculating machines. His rise was meteoric, after building his calculator-computer he actually put the specs and blueprints into a general release to the public. IBM couldn’t believe it, they thought they’d control the entire market in a year but James Skaroth kept the most important part for himself…
“The programs and operating system?,” hazarded Ms. Americana.
Wonder Woman blinked in amazement. “How’d you guess?”
“I’m a woman with a head for business,” Brenda Wade replied.
“What else is it used for?”
“Hmm?”
Oh, God why did I say that? Diana stumbled ahead, “Anyway he spearheaded several other markets. Advanced Pharmaceuticals, textiles, aviation, other things. He was viewed as a very tough but honest businessman.
“Until?”
“An investigative reporter
named Lois Lane got a tip that he had a scientist named Lex Luthor working for
him. Which means nothing to you but set
alarm bells ringing when the JSA finally heard about it. Luthor is a criminal intellect of the highest
order. She disappears for a couple of
days and the next thing you know she is dating James Skaroth. Lois’ boyfriend, well…he’s one of us. And he… he took it hard but like I told him,
this is a hard life for an outsider, Lois obviously decided she wanted out of
it. He nodded, he knew the truth of
it. We thought that was all there was
to it.
So Lois mails in her resignation, has her stuff moved to Capitol City. Then an envelope arrives at JSA headquarters purporting to be from Lois Lane before she started on her story and it was to be mailed in case anything happened to her, bless her lawyer’s interpretation of ‘anything’. That’s how we found out about Luthor.”
“So her boyfriend goes to investigate?”
“No,” Diana sighed, “we didn’t tell Superman…”
“…Superman?”
“Yes, Superman. What’s wrong?” asked Diana.
“The name is kind of dull.”
“The man isn’t. If Lex Luthor was working with Skaroth, this had to be a trap for Superman. He only has three notable weaknesses but they are weaknesses. So we sent Wildcat Man. He disappeared. A couple of days later the body of Wildcat Man washed up on a beach in Hawaii. From the condition of the body it was obvious we would have to send one of the strongest heroes, so I went.”
Diana swallowed hard. Ms. Americana nodded concerned.
“The next part,” she swallowed again, “it’s why I didn’t want Drucilla here.”
“You were captured,” Ms. Americana stated understandingly. Maybe not all their villains followed the rules.
“It was my own fault, I tend to pull my punches because I’m usually in danger of killing ordinary men. Still it was a respectable fight until he got my powerbelt off after that it was pretty easy for him”
Brenda was familiar with both problems.
“While I was out cold. He took me to a subbasement of his mansion. It had a pillowed floor and things hanging from the ceiling. One of these was a manacle set that lifted, I was attached to it, it kept my hands above my head.”
“Then what,” Brenda husked. Stories like this always got her going.
“Nothing for a while,” Diana said.
“Oh,” Brenda sighed tiredly.
“We were right about his strength. Skaroth is about thirty percent stronger than me and about that much faster. He’s not human but I don’t really know what he is. Under his outer skin is an organic body armor, it can stop your average pistol round. He can dive to a extreme depths in water and can hold his breath for about twenty minutes during heavy exertion, don’t ask me how, it shouldn’t be possible. He is extremely intelligent. Most insidious, is his scent weapon.”
“Scent Weapon?” Brenda asked.
“He bragged about, while he was using it on me,” Diana said with a shudder. “It’s built in. His body releases these scents that are almost undetectable but they work directly on the brain.
“Pheromones,” Ms. Americana replied.
“You understand then.”
“I get the general concept. Nasal receptors are linked directly to the brain. The other four senses have to travel through nerves but scent is interpreted directly by the brain. In theory a backdoor into the mind,” Ms. Americana related what she knew on the subject.
“Not a theory in Skaroth’s case. His scent weapon, his pheromones as you call them, can induce some extreme emotional and physical responses.
“Such as?” Ms. Americana asked.
“Extreme fear, anger, despair, euphoria and on the physical side he can induce sleepiness, exhaustion and hyper activity.
“What about love, gratitude, hatred?” Brenda asked.
“No he seems to be stuck at the most base responses,” Diana answered.
“Diana as a woman I need to know this,” Ms. Americana asked gravely even though she had already guessed the answer, “Reproductive response?”
Diana looked down, “crippling sexual rut. It’s like a fever dream, you can’t even remember your own name, let alone your morals and values. The only upside is that it is so crippling to the intellect, you can’t remember anything important, not even your own name. If he is broadcasting strongly enough, you can’t even utilize speech though you can understand it. It is also ferociously addictive. He made Lois crawl around on the floor like a dog in front of me. Begging to be…to be used by Skaroth. He…”she swallowed, “He undressed and he is beautiful Brenda, blonde hair, deep blue eyes, his skin is hairless, not even (swallow) pubic hair and it has a very deep golden tan.
“Is he circumcised or not?” Ms. Americana asked. At a surprised glance from Wonder Woman she hurriedly added, “it might give us a clue”
“Uncircumcised and it was fully erect when he undressed, it’s nine inches long very thick and the veins are quite prominent on it. He told Lois to lay down on her tummy, he…he subjected Lois to anal rape. Brenda she was…was grateful and I,” she shuddered, “envied her the rape.”
“I needed him so bad I tried to goad him into raping me. I called him every filthy name I could think of, I accused him homosexuality and dared him to disprove it. But raping me wasn’t what he wanted or at least not all that he wanted. Skaroth wanted me to beg him to use me. To surrender myself completely. I was able to hold out until my intellect was washed away by his pheromones. Then of course I couldn’t beg for anything. I was still dressed but I knew if he saw me naked he would through me on the ground and rape me but I couldn’t take off my clothes because of my bonds.
He laid hands upon me Diana, he stepped behind me, squeezed my breasts and fondled my bottom.
You need to know what he is capable of making you do, Brenda . He made Lois get dressed and leave the room. She sobbed the whole time and begged to be allowed to stay. Once she was out of the room, he started describing how he was going to lure my sister to his house, capture her and then have me rape Drucilla. He turned up his pheromonal output to full while he was describing everything he was going to make me do to her.
The things he described. I can’t get them out of my mind, I’ve been thinking about them day and night ever since. I’ve nearly acted on them.
Brenda I’m going to ask you to do a favor for me. Seduce my sister and keep her in your bed away from me.”
“Well if you insist all right,” its not that big a sacrifice for me went unsaid by Ms. Americana. “What happened next Diana?”
Diana smiled. Now we get to the ultra-nasty Ms. Americana thought with an inner leer.
“I was rescued,” Wonder Woman said with feigned relief.
“Res-cuued?” The word felt strange in Ms. Americana’s mouth. The concept was completely alien to her way of thinking. Rescued? Does that happen a lot where she comes from?
“How does something like that happen?” Ms. Americana was genuinely curious.
“Lex Luthor had decided that his partnership with Skaroth was over. Standard procedure for him is to dispose of the partner. This time he couldn’t do it by himself. He may have also been worried about retaliation from the JSA for Wildcat, Lois and myself. So he stole the kryptonite ray projector that they’d developed and sent a telegram to Jimmy Olson.
Without the projector Skaroth didn’t have a chance against Superman. So Skaroth was captured and,” Wonder Woman gave a tired sigh, “promptly escaped. The Justice Department really doesn’t have a clue about how to deal with Super-villains. The tragic part is that Lois Lane helped him.”
“I heard that Mega-man, he’s the current president of our Union of Superheroes, that he had refused the first entry request from your world. Was that Superman?” Ms. Americana asked.
“Yes, and the JSA agreed. We thought it might be another trap for Superman. Besides I have unfinished business with him myself,” Wonder Woman said darkly.
“I understand Diana,” Ms. Americana said with a sigh. “However you don’t appear to be operating at full your efficiency, your hormones are drastically out of balance, what I think you really need is an intense blow-off session…with me.”
Diana looked at the floor with wide eyes. That forward, that unashamed.
But perhaps this would give her some of what she needed and Drucilla would be that much safer from me.
“Shall we go to your bedroom?” Diana choked out.
“Is that an invitation Diana?”
“Yes it is.” Diana nodded.
A few moments later. Brenda Wade locked the door to her bedroom.
Ms. Americana asked Wonder Woman, “Would you undo my top please?”
Diana gasped. Then she reached out with trembling fingers and unhooked Ms. Americana’s bikini top.
Brenda pulled off her top casually and just as languidly pulled down her thong. She stepped out of it and turned around.
Diana drank in the sight
“Now I’ll give you a hand, turn around,” Brenda stated it as a subtle command.
Diana turned her back on the magnificent woman, then reached up with both hands and piled her hair on top of her head. She arched her back and thrusting her bottom towards Ms. Americana.
Brenda unhooked the top clasp, then slowly unzipped the back of Wonder Woman’s bustier. She stepped up to the Amazon and bringing as much of her naked body into contact with Diana’s as possible as she pulled down Wonder Woman’s skirt.
Diana was shivering violently as she felt the tips of Ms. Americana’s tits pressed into against her back.
Wonder Woman took a deep shuddering breath, then turned around and soul kissed Ms. Americana.
Four huge tits mashed together as they embraced each other as tightly as they could. Ms. Americana’s left hand delved between Wonder Woman’s ass cheeks. She pressed her middle finger into Wonder Woman’s anus. Diana threw her head back, “Oooooo” Ms. Americana grabbed Wonder Woman’s tit with her free hand and stuffed as much of it into her mouth as she could. Biting and sucking on Diana’s nipple. “Milk me Brenda, …I’m so full …so full they ache! Milk me!”
Ms. Americana subtly changed how she was sucking and suddenly sweet woman’s milk was spraying into her mouth. “Oh Goddess! Yes! Yes! Drain me!”
Brenda couldn’t swallow fast enough to keep up with the flow. Wonder Woman’s hot milk spilled from around Ms. Americana’s mouth and dribbled down Woman Woman’s belly.
Wonder Woman groaned in agony and delight. Then she reached up and grabbed both of Ms. Americana’s huge tits in her hands and began squeezing and massaging them, roughly and deeply. She twisted Brenda’s nipples painfully until Ms. Americana grimaced and moaned, “Ahhhh…Ahhhh!” dropping a mouth full of milk down across both of their bellies as she did so. Ms. Americana took advantage of the moment to switch to Diana’s other tit. Diana groaned and trembled a new as fresh waves of delight came from her tits. Diana continued to massage the trembling, pliant tit flesh of Ms. Americana until milk sprayed shot from Ms. Americana’s huge erect nipples further drenching Wonder Woman’s torso. Ms, Americana’s head fell back, through shear force of will she kept a mouthful of Wonder Woman’s delicious milk.
Brenda grabbed Diana by the nape of the neck with one hand, and her own huge aching tit with the other and stuffed it into Diana’s eager mouth. Ms. Americana milked herself while Diana frantically sucked and drank.
Ms. Americana suddenly pulled Diana off her tit and jammed her mouth over Wonder Woman’s. Their tongues slid back and forth, washing each others milk into and out of each other’s mouths until they formed one sweet white cream. They both swallowed.
Then Ms. Americana pushed Wonder Woman down to her knees. “Down and suck!”
Wonder Woman smiled and buried her mouth eagerly into Ms. Americana’s sopping wet cunt.
The hack had been too easy for him. Ms. Americana’s household security was good enough for her day but not his. He now had complete access to Ms. Americana’s surveillance system. Skaroth smiled cruelly as he watched the two women writhing on the screen. And now he finally controlled her security devices as well.
He held Lois Lane firmly by her black hair and was forcing her mouth to move up and down on his cock at his own pace.
“Ah sweet Wonder Woman, it’s time we finished what we started,” he purred.
“And the other…one my master?” Lois asked between slurps.
“Leaving her behind would be untidy. Of course I’ll take her as well,” chuckled Skaroth.
He moved the mouse over a list of menu options, Active Defense-Non Lethal-Anesthetizne Gas. He clicked once and gas began to flood the apartment.
To be continued.