Final Fates 2

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Wonder Woman - The Pet

Last thing the bosomy, well-portioned, amazon warrior, Princess Diana recalled was falling through the mirrors. She had been fighting a group of villains known as the Lords of Doom.

   Princess Diana, Wonder Woman, could make no sound as she tumbled through the void the master or mirrors sent her through. She felt as if merging with another version of herself.

   How else could she explain recovering, caged. Naked, breasts swollen, stomach bulging, the movements of young inside her. Horror filled Diana’s mind. She tugged uselessly at the collar on her neck.

   No sounds came from her mouth other than a soft purr. The woman who entered the room wore her uniform; it was Cheetah. This was a bedroom.

   “How’s my little Diana?” Cheetah said, bent down. She reached her claws through the bars to nuzzle the amazon’s chin. Then giggled. She set out a saucer of milk and some kibble.

   Cheetah stood, opened the cage door and snapped her fingers. As Diana crawled from the cage, the feline snapped a leash onto the collar.

   Whimpering, Diana sat up as her enemy knelt back down. She caressed the heroine’s belly. “Three more months you’ll have our first litter.” She giggled. “Sorry I had to take your voice, but you can be so annoying to listen to.”

   A male Cheetah entered the room and neared.

   Diana bent back down to lap at the milk with her tongue. Then eat her kibble. The male cat was the one who had impregnated her, since Cheetah could have no cubs of her own.

   She had been domesticated by them. As Cheetah talked with her mate, she stroked Diana’s hair.

   Jerking the leash, Cheetah and the male led Diana along. To an outer foyer of beast peoples, felines, where Cheetah and the male took their seats on thrones. Others cheered. Her head bowed; Diana curled up at Queen Cheetah’s feet.

   “Another amazon has fallen,” The Queen said. “Fallen to the supremacy of the Cheetah race!”

   Cheers sounded.

   Diana looked away. She wondered if she had truly merged with another version of herself.

Batgirl – Injustice Slave

Stretched out on a blanket, buxom and curvy Barbara Gordon lay on a secluded stretch of beach. She wore only a little, pink, string bikini.

She heard some giggling, and two shadows neared. One was the endowed, sultry, Pam Isley or Poison Ivy, the other was cute Harley Quinn. The two lay on either side of her.

“Hello Babs,” Pam greeted. She kissed one cheek and Harley the other.

Barbara took a breath, squished and unable to move between the two. Something had been on their lips when they kissed her, she felt it.

“Pretty little bat,” Harley stroked Barbara’s thick red hair and sighed. “We want you to join a little club of ours.”

“The Ladies of injustice,” Pam informed.

Barbara wanted to rise and run.

“Why me?” Barbara asked.

“Because, sweetie,” Harley said, poked her nose. “We know you’re Batgirl.”

Cringing inside, she thought, They knew? Fear tugged at her.

Harley pulled off the bikini and toyed with Barbara’s nipples and giggled. The young heroine wanted to smack her away but couldn’t move.

“Hmm,” Pam sounded. “Bane, Penguin,” She stroked Barb’s tummy. “They’d love to get a piece of this. And we may let them. For a price, but for now you belong to the Ladies of Injustice.”

“So, you want me as your slave?” Barbara questioned.

The girls just grinned and caressed her.

Ivy turned onto Barb’s body. Nipple to nipple, kissed her lips pressing her down onto the blanket-firm.

“M-mmmgh,” Barbara sounded and whimpered.

“I’m next!” Harley squealed happily.

Barbara squirmed under them as they kissed and caressed her. Then, she left with them, as if a robot under voice command. They dressed her in her cape, cowl, books and string bat-bikini.

“Well done ladies.” The voice was that of a redhead Barbara did not know. But she looked a lot like her.

Stopping before Barbara with a vicious smirk, “I am Barbie Gordon of another earth.” She took a breath. “Don’t know how I came to be on this world, but after meeting the ladies in a little bar,” she shrugged her shoulders. “We came up with a super idea.”

“So, on your world, Batgirl is – evil?” Barbara asked.

“I’m not evil,” she snapped. “And there is no Batgirl on my world.”  She smacked Barbara’s face. “And our Batman was killed in a fiery explosion with some of his greatest foes.”

“Behave yourself hun,” Harley whispered into Barbara’s ear.

There were rumors such a fate had fallen their own Batman.

“What of this world’s dark knight?” Barbie asked.

She shook her head. “I’ve no idea.” Her eyes closed a moment, then shot back open.

Barbie smiled. “Doesn’t matter. I so wanted to meet the me of this earth, and I plan to keep you alive.” She winked and tilter Barbara’s head up with a finger on the chin. “Seems we chose different paths, you became the mirror

Harley sighed and nuzzled the captive.

“What about the Dark Knight?” Ivy asked.

“I’ll deal with him,” Talia smiled.

Barbara took a breath.

“Bat Puss!” Harley shouted and patted her head.

The ladies laughed. Bat Puss looked down. She drew in a breath and slowly exhaled,

Black Canary – Slave Market

The voluptuous and leggy blonde, Binah Blake A.K.A> Black Canary was investigating the human trafficking ring run by a certain Lady Streng.

    The bosomy heroine had not counted on being so quickly recognized by the lady when her goon’s brought the woman before her. A quick blast of gas rendered her choking and gasping. Canary’s cry was silenced.

    Tossed onto a tabletop Canary tried to fight against the men. Their hands grabbed at her clothes shredding them off. They pulled her down making comments while pawing her body and breasts.

   “Break her in boys,” Lady Streng said. “Then bring the doll to my quarters.”

    Canary’s heart raced. She felt helpless at the assault of these six men. Bent over the table, she soon got it from both ends, sobbing and whimpering.

    Canary would spend some time working as a Prostitute at special functions and bringing other victims to the Lady’s group. Then become a right hand to the Lady, breaking in newbies, secretary work and bodyguard duties.

Zatanna – Slave Elf

 Mist surrounded the dark haired, leggy, sorceress as she walked down the street. She felt her throat begin to swell and she coughed. A bad feeling filled her.

   Zatanna gasped when something grabbed her long hair and jerked her back against its meaty body. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out. The beast men were shoulders above her, looking down on her with savage faces.

   There were fie of them. Zatanna choked as she tried to call out a spell. She felt her vocal chords constrict.

   Claw like fingers grabbed at her clothes, then began tearing them off as she struggled against her attackers. Tears flooded the witch’s eyes as they grabbed her breasts. She grunted and groaned as each used her, dragging her into an empty building, using her hair like a leash.

   Their laughter was terrifying.

   As they finished abusing her body another figure entered, with a terrible smirk on her face. The woman looked near exactly like her.

    “Greetings, hon’,” She called. “I am called Zatanna dark, from a world that no longer exists.” Silent tears formed in her eyes. “Now I’m here. And we certainly don’t need two Zatanna’s, now do we?”

   Zatanna was spread on a table. The other woman raised her hands and began speaking. Her own body began to spin and shift, she couldn’t scream.

    Zatanna began to shrink, the beast men laughed. “Please,” she suddenly cried. “P-Pease, mi-Miss Zatanna.” She coughed.

   Reduced to four foot in height with a hefty bosom, a smaller face, and hooved legs. The other woman neared, Zatanna shrank back as her foe snapped her fingers, then pointed to her feet.

   By some strange compulsion., Zatanna leapt from the table to the other woman’s feet, and bowed.

   “You are my slave elf,” the dark one said. “And you will obey me, right little Tana?”

   “Y-Yes Miss,” she fearfully said. “Little Tana obey you.” She hobbled after Dark Zatanna, who clasped her hand. The beast me followed, prodding her with sticks.

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