(01)
Princess Diana, known to the world as Wonder Woman, stretched out her limbs on the wide, circular bed that she lay upon. Warm, silver sheets covered her slim, naked body, a body that was finally healed of Doctor Doom's cruel handling. Diana had stayed within the Fortress of Solitude for weeks, sleeping and healing under the tender and affectionate care of Mirabelle, the beautiful, young woman called Supergirl. The aforementioned Girl of Steel entered the white, austere bedroom, dressed in a red, silk robe that did nothing to hide her graceful, alluring figure.
"How do you like it?" asked Mirabelle as she raised rich, blonde hair upward with her hands.
"You changed it!" exclaimed Diana in wonder, surprised that the once raven-haired girl had changed her appearance.
"I felt in the mood for something different," grinned the newly dyed blonde as she slid onto the bed and snuggled close to Wonder Woman's body. "Are you feeling okay today?"
"Yes. I think that I'm finally fully recovered from my imprisonment by that villain Dr. Doom," replied Diana warmly.
"Good. Now I can claim my payment," whispered Supergirl huskily before she leaned forward and kissed Wonder Woman tenderly on the mouth.
Diana's eyes widened in surprise, then they drew close into slits as she allowed her body to respond to the blonde girl's arousing advances. Supergirl caressed and rubbed her lips against Diana's mouth, then slowly slid her pink tongue inside to explore wantonly. Wonder Woman moaned softly, her eyes shut as Supergirl pulled down the silver sheet, then ran a delicate hand over the woman's flat stomach and large, round breasts. Diana gasped as her body grew hot, her nipples growing hard and pert as Mirabelle leaned down to suck hungrily upon them. Supergirl dripped saliva on Wonder Woman's tits as she sucked and licked them loudly. Diana lay back upon the bed, her arms and legs spread apart as Mirabelle straddled her naked body, devouring her heaving breasts with relish.
"You're so beautiful," moaned Supergirl before she resumed licking down the valley between Wonder Woman's round melons.
Diana groaned loudly, her pussy growing wet with excitement as Mirabelle's dangling breasts rubbed against her burning flesh. The two young women kissed again, their lips striving to merge as they entwined their tongues together in a frenzy of lust. Wonder Woman reached upward, cupping Supergirl's tits before pinching the pink nipples into erection. Mirabelle moaned as Diana squeezed and kneaded her breasts, driving her mind into a vortex of sensual pleasure. Supergirl bit her lower lip as she ground her crotch against Wonder Woman's, a trickle of honey slowly dripping down to coat Diana's bush of black, pubic hair.
Supergirl crawled up the bed, grasping the headboard tightly as she positioned her pussy over Wonder Woman's red-hued lips. Diana reached out with her tongue, gently caressing the blonde girl's moist labia until Supergirl was trembling with ecstasy. Mirabelle lowered her crotch onto Diana's lovely mouth, allowing the raven-haired woman to drive her tongue deeply into the Girl of Steel's clenching vagina. Supergirl moaned loudly, filling the bedroom with echoes of female rapture as she thrust her cunt harder against Diana's sucking lips. The young woman's tight ass flexed and thrust as Wonder Woman devoured her pussy, probing deeply inside a tight tunnel of moist, pink flesh. Mirabelle's long, blonde hair was plastered to her naked back, the shining tresses slick with sweat as she squeezed her own round tits and licked the nipples wantonly. Supergirl arched her back, her arms dangling limply over her ass as she pumped her cunt against Wonder Woman's face. Mirabelle's breasts expanded with each long gasp of air, they looked like large orbs of delicious female meat, just begging to be sucked and consumed. Diana moaned softly under Supergirl's crotch, her mouth full of sweet flesh and dripping cum.
Supergirl slowly rose from her kneeling position over Wonder Woman's face, then turned around so that she could reach the prone princess' black bush. Mirabelle lowered her slit back onto Diana's hunger lips, then bent down to lick and suck daintily on the naked amazon's labia and clit. Diana's crotch bucked and squirmed as Supergirl buried her face in brunette pubic hair. The blonde girl's tongue moved like a thirsty cat's, constantly rubbing Wonder Woman's pink cunt until it glistened with warm honey. The two naked women writhed in each other's embrace, their nude bodies rubbing against each other as trickling sweat lubricated their erotic convulsions. Wonder Woman orgasmed first, shuddering with pleasure as a river of cum gushed from her quivering pussy. Supergirl lapped up Diana's cream, opening her mouth wide to accept the hot stream that leapt free from the amazon's tight snatch. Moments later, Mirabelle twitched as her own cunt voided itself of hot jism. Diana drank the sticky fluid slutfully, cleaning the blonde girl's slit and inner thighs free of honey, then she slowly kissed the smooth, white skin affectionately.
Mirabelle turned to lie down next to Diana, snuggling close to the heroine's warm, naked body. She kissed the amazon lingeringly on the mouth, then pulled back to regard her beautiful patient kindly.
"Not bad for someone who doesn't socialize much. I think we're even now," replied Supergirl with a sly grin.
"Let's keep the account open for a little while longer," suggested Wonder Woman before she quickly climbed on top of Supergirl and leaned down to kiss the girl hungrily on her red lips.
***
The Dimensional Rotar rose and fell smoothly, a deep hum filling the control room as the displays surrounding the moving column blinked and swirled with life. The brightly lit, circular chamber was empty at the moment, its pilot busy within one of the many labs built within the dimensional vessel. The pilot and master of this mysterious craft was Dr. Heinrich Fokler, a brilliant yet mad scientist that had once aided the arch villain Dr. Doom to create a clone of Superman. Fokler changed the genetic coding to suit his own lustful appetites, making the clone female as well as conditioning her mind to obey his will. The clone was Mirabelle, and although she acted as a faithful fuck slave for a time, Dr. Doom interfered with her programming and allowed her to break free of both villains.
Fokler grew insane with rage whenever he thought of Mirabelle's betrayal and Doom's interference with his own plans of domination. He howled with pleasure when he discovered that Supergirl had defeated Doom and broken the evil man's armored body, his toy still satisfied his desires even though she didn't realize it. Coincidence was not enough for the mad scientist, however, he needed a woman to obey his every command and act totally submissive in his holy presence.
So Dr. Fokler went to work as his vessel flew through the Dimensional Vortex, constructing another growth tank and using the last of Superman's genetic material to create another powerful clone. Fokler used the same program as before, making the clone female and subservient to his every wish. Months passed within the Vortex as the clone slowly took shape, growing limbs, breasts, long, black hair, and pleasing facial features. In a fit of mad creativity, Fokler altered his clone program at the last minute, increasing his creation's pheromone emissions and strength by fifty-percent, then giving her sharply-pointed ears, giving her a delicate elven appearance. Grinning with professional pride and growing lust, Fokler stood before the liquid-filled tank as his clone's naked body floated lightly in the viscous growth solution.
Computer monitors bleeped for attention as columns of data scrolled across their screens, indicating that the clone had finally reached full maturity. Vents opened at the bottom of the tank, sucking the thick fluid out of the chamber as the naked girl descended to the cold, metal floor. Once the tank was clear, Fokler punched in commands with feverish haste, drool trickling from his wrinkled lips as he ordered the thick, glass column to lower into the floor. The naked clone lay limply upon the ground, her round breasts rising and falling with the rhythm of sleep.
Dr. Fokler stood still for many minutes, just admiring the sensual beauty of the creature he had created. As he continued to gaze with longing at the clone's long, slim legs, flat stomach, and smooth, rounded buttocks, the young woman woke up, blinking her clear, blue eyes and yawning strenuously. She blinked her eyes to clear them, then she turned her head to face her creator. The naked girl smiled seductively, her brown nipples growing hard with arousal as she slowly rose to her feet. Fokler gasped involuntarily as the nude female swayed over to him, her round hips moving hypnotically as her musky scent overwhelmed his sense of smell. The clone stopped a mere breath away from the skinny, thin-boned scientist, her erect buds gently rubbing the doctor's white labcoat.
"What do you want me to do, master?" breathed the girl huskily as she ran a long-fingered hand through rich, glistening, black hair.
"Fuck me, whore," commanded Fokler while he struggled to stand imposingly before the devastatingly beautiful girl.
"With pleasure," replied the clone with a lustful smile before she grabbed Fokler's thin shoulders and flew him across the lab to smash against an unyielding wall.
The old man grunted loudly as the air was knocked from his weak lungs, then he moaned as the naked young woman covered his mouth with her own moist, red lips. The brunette kissed Fokler passionately, forcing her pink tongue past his slack lips. The doctor was helpless, his thin body pinned to the wall by his clone's enhanced strength while she kissed and licked his lips and neck. Strong, female musk filled Fokler's nostrils, arousing him despite his age and lack of sexual experience.
"You want me, don't you?" purred the young woman as she knelt before her creator and slowly unzipped his brown pants.
Before the old man could reply, the naked girl took his flaccid cock in her right hand, then licked the wrinkled head with her wet tongue. Fokler trembled in excitement, his heart racing as he felt the raven-haired girl fill her warm mouth with his member. The clone sucked cock like an experienced whore, her head moving back and forth as her tongue caressed and entwined around his hardening fuck pole.
"Please, give me a name, master," begged the nude girl before she sucked on the engorged head of Fokler's tool, then licked down his shaft until she reached his dangling, dried up balls.
The doctor closed his eyes with ecstasy as the brunette devoured his testicles with her red lips, sucking hungrily on his orbs until he seized her head by the hair and forced her mouth back onto his throbbing cock.
"Your name…is Vivienne," groaned Fokler as he buried his bony fingers in the kneeling girl's thick mane.
"Vivienne…I like that, master," whispered the brunette before she pulled the doctor onto the floor, then straddled his bare crotch with her own.
Fokler groaned loudly as he felt Vivienne's tight pussy engulf his cock, squeezing it with vice-like strength as she began pumping up and down his shaft.
"It feels…so good," moaned the naked girl as she pressed her fingernails into Fokler's coat, her bare ass rocking as she fucked her maker intently.
Moaning with each push, Vivienne lowered her torso enough so that Fokler could suck hungrily on her ripe breasts. Fokler filled his mouth with the young woman's sweet flesh, her warm sweat tasting like ambrosia as he licked up the valley between her tits, then biting viciously on her sensitive nipple buds. Vivienne bit her lower lip, stifling a cry of pain and ecstasy as her cunt sucked ravenously on the old man's pole. When Fokler's cock pierced her virgin womb, the naked girl shouted loudly, her cries turning to moans as a trickle of blood dripped down the doctor's penis. The naked girl wrapped her smooth arms around Fokler's neck, hugging him tightly to her glistening body as the man's cock drove deep into her belly. With a grunt, Fokler shot his load through Vivienne's vagina, his tool quickly growing limp as he spent his seed within her.
"Get off me," ordered Dr. Fokler as he wheezed for air, bright dots blurring his vision.
The super-powered female obediently stood up from her maker's limp form, then walked backwards to recline against a smooth, metal wall, her naked body slick with perspiration. She watched her master with amusement as he staggered to his feet, then undexterously re-zipped his pants.
"Take it easier on me next time, Viv," remonstrated Fokler as he straightened his shirt and labcoat. "You could have hurt me."
"I'll do my best to…restrain myself," murmured the naked young woman with a mischievous grin. "What do you want me to do now?"
"Find Supergirl. Find her and eliminate her," spat Dr. Fokler bitterly.
***
Wonder Woman tugged her left boot into place, then ran a hand through her long, black hair before adjusting her golden tiara upon her smooth brow. The tall, slim amazon rose from the foot of the round bed, then walked casually down a white hallway into the central chamber of the Fortress of Solitude. Supergirl stood at the room's Control Panel, gazing intently at a holographic display on the far wall. Wonder Woman advanced to stand next to her blonde friend, then raised her eyes to watch a scene of destruction.
A strange, young woman with black hair and a strong resemblance to Mirabelle stood upon a street, firing heat beams from her eyes at nearby cars and trucks. The girl was dressed in black: a short black skirt, black kneeboots, a skintight black tunic, and a long, flowing, black cape. The girl also wore a tight, leather collar with a choke-ring, covered her lips with purple lipstick, and wore her long, waist-length black hair in a thick ponytail, exposing her sharply pointed ears.
Diana felt warmth between her legs as she gazed at the rampaging girl, her skin growing flushed with unconscious desire.
"Who is she?" asked the amazon hastily.
"I don't know, but she has the exact same physiology as me. Fokler must have created another clone from Superman's genetic material," replied the blonde girl with a dark frown as she manipulated crystal control rods.
"Do you want some help with her?" asked Wonder Woman with a tinge of anticipation.
"No. You go back to Gateway City, I'll take care of my darker side," swore Supergirl vehemently while she activated the Fortress' defenses, then walked purposefully to the castle's main entrance.
The Girl of Steel shot like a rocket into the air, followed closely by Wonder Woman in a swirl of churning wind.
***
Vivienne stood arrogantly upon the debris-choked street, watching in amusement as frail humans scurried and ran from her lethal heat vision. Cars, trucks and buildings burned hotly around the attractive young woman, illuminating her pale, white skin and dark hair as she held her hands upon her shapely hips. A warm, smoke-tinged breeze ruffled the super-villainess' black cape, making it it flutter like a banner of death. Vivienne cocked her head, using her sensitive, pointed ears to detect Supergirl's approach. The girl looked up, gazing calmly as the blue and red garbed super-heroine emerged from the star-filled sky and landed lightly on her red boots.
"So you're Fokler's latest creation. He hasn't changed his tastes much, I see," remarked Mirabelle as she regarded her dark-haired sister.
"I'm the new and improved model," retorted Vivienne with a sneer as she struck a pose and ran her right hand over her long, straight, black hair.
"We'll see," muttered Supergirl as she began marching towards her evil sibling.
Vivienne lowered her hands from her hips, then in a blur of motion ran behind Supergirl and grasped the female's waist and right arm. Supergirl struggled in her sister's grip, using all of her super strength to break her attacker's hold.
"You'll have to do better than that," mocked Vivienne before she kicked Supergirl's feet from under her, then smashed the blonde's face into the asphalt.
Supergirl moaned faintly as the black-garbed villainess pulled up her head by a handful of hair then pushed her face back into the hard street again and again. When Mirabelle had gone slack with weakness and pain, Vivienne pulled her back to her feet and began spinning her in circles faster and faster.
"I've got my own code-name too…Dark Angel," informed Vivienne sweetly before releasing Supergirl, sending the helpless girl sailing through the air into a nearby skyscraper.
The blonde girl smashed through a wall-sized glass window, punching past three floors before she re-emerged on the tower's other side to fall slowly back to the vehicle-choked streets below. Supergirl landed on top of a Corvette, ripping through its roof and floorboards to lay in a sprawl of loose limbs within a smoking crater. Mirabelle coughed loudly, trying to get air into her burning lungs as Dark Angel landed nearby and bent down to retrieve her wounded enemy. Supergirl lashed out with her left boot, slamming it into Dark Angel's belly and sending the villainess backward into a storefront.
Supergirl rose unsteadily to her feet, her red cape hanging limply on her slim shoulders as she wiped her mouth with a trembling arm. When Dark Angel emerged from the shattered storefront, Supergirl unleashed her heat vision, making her foe glow with rising luminosity. Dark Angel stood before the burning assault unharmed, then she quickly picked up a nearby car and threw it at the blonde heroine. Supergirl caught the vehicle, but the momentum hurled her back into the wreckage of the Corvette. The family automobile crashed on top of Supergirl, pinning her under its metal weight while Dark Angel non-chalantly strolled to the landing site.
Supergirl shredded the constraining car with her heat beams, then jumped up to smash into her surprised opponent. Both young women struggled and punched each other, their strength and endurance equal as they fought to gain an advantage. Supergirl finally got on top of Dark Angel, pinning the brunette to the street as she grasped her foe's slim neck with both hands.
"Getting a little extreme, aren't you?" choked Vivienne as she clasped Supergirl's wrists and vainly tried to pry loose the blonde's fatal hold.
Mirabelle said nothing, her eyes burning with bloodlust as she closed her delicate hands around her sister's vulnerable neck. Dark Angel twitched and struggled, her bare legs tossing in the air while she tried to establish some stable footing. Finally, the black-costumed female went slack, her body growing still as she stared deeply into Supergirl's cold, blue eyes. The blonde heroine pulled away, her hands sliding from Dark Angel's neck as the villainess released a cloud of pheromones towards her enemy. Old dreaded impulses grew in Supergirl's body. The instinctual lust and hunger to caress flesh built up in Mirabelle's lush body. She shot to her feet, staggering away from the prone brunette that reclined casually on the broken street, opening her legs teasingly.
"You can't fight what you were created to be," whispered Dark Angel huskily as she rose to her feet and walked towards the retreating super-heroine. "Our creator made us to fuck and relish sex. We're toys, fuck dolls to be poked and drooled on. You know you want it."
Vivienne ran her hands over her flat stomach and round breasts, circling her pert nipples with sharp fingernails as she slowly licked her purple lips with a moist, pink tongue. Supergirl smacked softly into a wrecked car, her retreat cut off as she stared wide-eyed at her wanton sister.
"Tell me you want it," murmured Dark Angel when she drew close to Supergirl, her breath hot on the blonde girl's pale skin.
Supergirl moaned softly, almost pathetically, as she helplessly watched Vivienne lean forward and kiss her softly on the lips. Dark Angel pressed her ripe body against Supergirl's, their breasts rubbing each other, as the brunette's kiss grew passionate and more insistent. The two girls' mouths latched wetly together, Dark Angel's tongue pushing into Supergirl's yielding throat. The raven-haired girl lowered her hands, caressing Mirabelle's firm ass over her red skirt. Supergirl pulled her mouth away, forcing her forceful lover to begin kissing and licking the warm flesh of her neck.
"Please, don't," begged Mirabelle as she pressed her body against the cold metal of the destroyed car, her blue eyes glistening with tears as she looked up at the twinkling stars.
Dark Angel didn't reply with words, but she did grasp the bottom of Supergirl's tunic, raising it up until the heroine's full, luscious tits were exposed. Vivienne lowered her head, pressing her moist lips against one of Mirabelle's nipples before sucking loudly upon it. Supergirl moaned loudly, closing her eyes in denial as her body grew hot with arousal. The blonde girl's blue panties grew damp with honey, clear, sticky fluid sliding down her shapely thighs to her red boots.
"I can smell your excitement," murmured Dark Angel warmly before she licked Supergirl's left breast, encircling the pink nipple with a glistening trail of saliva.
The villainess removed her right hand from Supergirl's ass, raising her victim's skirt in order to grasp the paralyzed girl's panties and slide them down to her locked knees. Vivienne knelt before the standing blonde girl, pulling down her short, ruby skirt, allowing it to lay at her booted feet.
"No, please," moaned Supergirl as sweat trickled down her smooth brow, her breathing harsh and loud as she watched her sister draw closer to her dripping pussy.
"I love the smell of an excited cunt," teased Dark Angel as she ran her fingers over Supergirl's trembling labia, pinching the sensitive, black pubic hairs of her victim's snatch.
Mirabelle's breasts expanded and fell with her panting breaths, her skin flushed and wet with strain and sexual excitement. Dark Angel slowly slid a finger into Supergirl's vagina, probing deeply into the blonde girl's womb as her cunt clenched around the slim digit hungrily.
"Oooh, your pussy's hungry for some meat," said Vivienne with a malicious grin as she slid another finger into her sister's tight fuckhole.
Supergirl moaned loudly, her hands crushing the metal side of the car she reclined on as waves of pleasure washed over her slim body. Dark Angel continued her assault, pushing her fingers deeper and deeper into the helpless girl's wet cunt. When the smell of Supergirl's sex was too much for her, Vivienne pressed her face against her sister's bush, licking her tongue over an engorged, throbbing clit. Supergirl cried out with pleasure, her legs weak and trembling as she lay against the car and pushed her pussy against her ravisher's hot mouth. Dark Angel burrowed her tongue and lips into Supergirl's cunt, drinking the blonde girl's warm cum as it gushed from deep within her belly.
Supergirl remained helpless to Dark Angel's tongue fucking as Wonder Woman descended from the dark sky and witnessed her friend's lewd position.
"What the Hell is going on?" demanded the amazon in shocked amazement.
"Ah, someone else wants to join our party, dear sister," replied Dark Angel smugly as she licked a remnant of Supergirl's cream from her full lips.
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(02)
Wonder Woman stood angrily in the street, her fists clenched with restrained fury.
"Step away from Supergirl, slowly," ordered the tall amazon as she advanced, her heeled boots clicking against the rough asphalt.
"I was just showing my dear sister some affection. We're a very close family," replied Dark Angel with a tart smile as she casually fondled Supergirl's round breasts.
Mirabelle remained against side of the demolished car, her eyes closed and her breathing loud as she panted achingly for air. Dark Angel kissed Supergirl roughly on the lips, then moved away to stand before the marching heroine.
"You want Mirabelle, you have to come through me."
"If need be," retorted Wonder Woman before she charged forward, her right fist cocked to strike.
Dark Angel shot forward in a blur, punching Wonder Woman on the chin and sending the lithe female flying backwards into a burning building. Diana smashed through a thin wall, descending into a pile of smoldering rubble. The amazon staggered to her feet then flew through her entry hole back to the street. Dark Angel waited by the hole, hovering above the ground as she lashed out with her heat vision. Wonder Woman yelled with pain, the flesh of her right arm peeling under the attack. Dark Angel grinned cruelly as she kicked Wonder Woman in the face, propelling the wounded young woman to the street surface. A crack of thunder shook the city block as Wonder Woman crashed into the street, asphalt chunks spewing into the air as Diana lay prone in a smoking crater.
"I really expected more from a reputed goddess," remarked Dark Angel as she landed near Wonder Woman's body, kicking her once in the stomach, then pulling Diana's head up by the hair to punch her repeatedly in the face.
Vivienne let Wonder Woman's unconscious body fall to the ground limply, then she turned to regard Supergirl, who sat upon the ruined street in a heap of loose limbs.
***
"I told you to kill her!" shouted Dr. Fokler vehemently.
"You told me to eliminate her, and so she is," disagreed Vivienne. She pointed to Supergirl, who lay upon a lab table next to another table with the unconscious body of Wonder Woman. "You can do as you wish with her."
"Damn you, Dark Angel," snarled Fokler as he walked to the table where Mirabelle lay, "you knew what I meant."
"Yes, that's true," said Dark Angel while she moved to stand opposite her creator beside Supergirl's prone form. "But you have to admit, it would be shame to waste such beauty. I've grown rather fond of my blonde sister, she tastes delicious, but you already knew that."
"Yes, she is beautiful," murmured Fokler as he ran his fingers over Supergirl's left cheek, then down her neck to her tit mounds. He slid his hand over the red and gold "S" over her buxom chest, kneading the soft flesh of her breasts. "So beautiful."
"Besides, she's completely under my control, my pheromone ability has her as submissive as a pussycat," declared Dark Angel as her fingers caressed Supergirl's long, blonde hair.
"Perhaps I can restore her original programming," thought Fokler out loud before he removed his hand from Supergirl's tits, then walked quickly to a control panel to run a computer probability routine.
Wonder Woman moaned softly, her arms and legs moving sluggishly as she slowly regained consciousness. Turning to face the prone heroine, Dark Angel wasted no time in binding Diana's wrists, legs and ankles with leather restraints, then stuffed a rubber ball gag in her sensuous mouth. Fastening the gag around Wonder Woman's head, Vivienne then placed a metal circlet over the helpless woman's brow, negating her vast powers.
As Dr. Fokler worked at his terminal, Dark Angel allowed her right hand to roam over Wonder Woman's lush body, softly scratching the amazon's silky shoulders and cleavage. Vivienne pulled down Diana's halter just enough to free her large, full-formed tits. The villainess used both hands to squeeze and fondle Wonder Woman's ripe melons as the prone female moaned loudly in protest. Dark Angel bent over to lick Wonder Woman's nipples, making the pink nibs hard with arousal as she slid her wet tongue over the sensitive circlets. Goosebumps sprung up on Diana's smooth skin as Dark Angel filled her mouth with warm flesh, sucking loudly on Wonder Woman's orbs.
Supergirl groaned softly then blinked her eyes as her senses returned. Immediately, Dark Angel's strong musk filled her nostrils, making her brain foggy with sexual disorientation.
"Ah, you've woken up," muttered Dark Angel around a mouth full of breast. "Come play with me and your lovely friend."
With glazed eyes, Supergirl jumped lightly from her impromptu bed, smoothing out her red skirt and cape before walking to the foot of Wonder Woman's lab table.
"Eat out Wonder Woman's snatch," ordered Dark Angel with glinting eyes.
Without hesitation, Supergirl leaned forward, pulled off Wonder Woman's star-spangled panties then buried her face in Diana's thick bush of black pubic hair. Wonder Woman moaned loudly, drool trickling from around the rubber ball and down her chin as Dark Angel ravished her heaving tits and Supergirl nuzzled deeply inside her throbbing vagina. Diana's body grew hot with helpless lust as the two beautiful women devoured her creamy flesh, making her pussy melt with an ecstatic ache.
"Keep it down, girls. I'm trying to work," reprimanded Fokler while his eyes remained fixed upon his scrolling computer screen.
"Yes, daddy," acknowledged Dark Angel before she began licking down Wonder Woman's taut stomach, sampling sweaty, female flesh until she reached her lovely prisoner's trembling crotch.
She smiled as she watched Supergirl push her tongue into her friend's slick cunt, her mouth rubbing slutfully against the brunette's glistening labia. Dark Angel joined her horny sister, lapping at Wonder Woman's pussy until it gushed with sticky honey. Supergirl and Dark Angel drank the amazon's juices, then kissed each other wantonly, their tongues dancing and entwining together.
"You want to fuck me, don't you sister?" smiled Vivienne lustfully.
"Yes, I want to smell your sweet pussy," murmured Supergirl as she rubbed her slim body against Dark Angel's, her nipples taut against the fabric of her blue tunic.
Vivienne placed her hands on Supergirl's ass, rubbing the firm muscle under the girl's red skirt as she kissed her sister passionately, their mouths writhing over each other.
"Fuck me, little sister," moaned Dark Angel while she reclined over Wonder Woman's naked body, spreading her legs apart as Supergirl knelt before her.
The Girl of Steel raised Dark Angel's black skirt with her left hand, then pulled away her evil sister's black panties with her right. Mirabelle leaned close to inhale Dark Angel's sweet, musky scent, then she took a long lick over the raven-haired girl's cunt. Vivienne shivered with pleasure, placing her arms over her head to fondle the bound amazon's ripe tits. Supergirl pressed her mouth over Dark Angel's slit, licking firmly over the dripping folds of her labia. Rich cunt juice stained Mirabelle's lips and chin as she slid her wet tongue into her sister's vagina, pushing lasciviously into the groaning girl's moist womb. Dark Angel's prone body rubbed across Wonder Woman's bare stomach, the villainess' limp hands lightly caressing and squeezing the bound female's heaving mounds of pleasure. Feminine musk and the scent of pussy excretion filled the lab chamber, the loud moans of female voices making Fokler's cock stiff with yearning.
Dark Angel thrust her crotch outwards, pressing her bush against Supergirl's face as the sex-starved blonde lapped and sucked her burning labia petals. Vivienne moaned loudly, her eyes squeezed shut as waves of orgasmic pleasure poured over her lithe form. She lay over Wonder Woman's warm curvaceous body, the smell of the woman's perspiration and trickling pussy sending her into a frenzy of wanton and uncontrollable lust.
Dark Angel stood up from Wonder Woman's soft, prone form, grasping Supergirl by the head to her kiss ravenously on the mouth. Mirabelle moaned weakly, her lips yielding and soft as her dark sister thrust a tongue deeply down her throat. Vivienne tasted her own cum on Supergirl's lips, she enjoyed the flavor while she sucked and drooled over her submissive sister's mouth. Pulling away from her willing fuck-toy, Dark Angel pushed Supergirl to the floor, then turned the blonde girl around so that a round ass faced towards her. Supergirl smiled with helpless pleasure as her sister pushed her red skirt up over her waist, then ripped off her red panties. The thin undergarment was soaked with the super-heroine's juices, which made Vivienne even hungrier for a sample of the girl's quivering cuntmeat. Dark Angel bent down, pushing her mouth and nose inside Supergirl's clenching fuckslit. Mirabelle moaned loudly, her sweat-slick hair falling limply across her shoulders and face as Dark Angel pressed against her golden bush.
Vivienne licked the glistening flesh of Supergirl's ass, biting the ripe skin, and drooling streams of saliva over the tight buttocks of the horny heroine. Dark Angel returned her gaze to Supergirl's trembling cunt, then quickly resumed licking up and down the blonde girl's slit until her sister screamed with orgasmic release. Waves of honey gushed forth, pooling on the metal floor and dripping from Vivienne's beautiful face. The sated villainess licked her sister's cream from her lips, then gathered the juice from her face with delicate fingers. Pulling her sister up to an upright kneeling postion, Dark Angel rubbed her cum soaked fingers across Supergirl's pouty, red lips, watching the blonde girl obediantly suck her own jism as she slid a hand under the heroine's tight, blue tunic to fondle the girl's round tits.
"Yes! It is possible!" exclaimed Dr. Fokler happily before he turned to regard the three panting, sex-soaked females. "I can restore Mirabelle's programming. She will obey me again, she will serve no other. Vivienne, prepare the vagina stimulation device, I will use it to break Supergirl's remaining will and restore her subservience to me."
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(03)
Dark Angel led Supergirl to a second large, dimly lit laboratory. Squatting at the center of the shadowy chamber was a bulky, metallic device that looked like a huge dentist's chair. There were large clamps placed on the arms and lower portion of the device, as well as a long, thick metal rod attached to a series of gears and situated between the leg restraints. Dark Angel licked her lips in anticipation, her eyes burning with lust as she imaged what her sister would look like upon the perverse invention.
Dr. Fokler quickly entered the lab, his face buried in a padd as he performed last minute computations for Supergirl's re-programming. The thin, old man walked to the left side of the device, then carefully lowered a headband attached to a series of entwined cables.
"Remove Mirabelle's clothes, then place her in here," ordered Fokler while he initiated the machine's power sequence, slowing bringing his obscene device to life.
Dark Angel smiled with smoldering hunger as she unclasped Supergirl's long, red cape, then tossed it aside. The blonde heroine stood perfectly still, her mind engulfed by the powerful pheromones emitted by her evil sister's shapely body. Vivienne grasped the bottom of Supergirl's blue tunic, then slowly pulled the garment over her head before dropping it carelessly to the floor. Mirabelle stood with her breasts bared as Dark Angel pulled down her short, red skirt, revealing her bare pussy and ass. Vivienne allowed Supergirl to keep her shiny, red, high-heeled boots as she took the blonde girl's left hand and pulled her towards the waiting Vagina Stimulation Device.
Dr. Fokler finished programming the machine's parameters, then spread apart the arms of the examining chair, granting the submissive heroine plenty of room to mount.
"Climb on, sister dear," urged Dark Angel with a slap to the naked girl's butt.
Supergirl obeyed, climbing into the raised chair, then sliding her limbs into the wrist and ankle restraints. The device's arms moved into straight positions, locking into place, while the large manacles closed tight against the dazed girl's flesh. The chair reclined backwards, allowing the metal rod easy access to Supergirl's exposed cunt. Fokler gently placed the cerebral interface over his daughter's head, brushing stray blonde hair from her forehead so that the metal conduit touched her pale, white skin. He fastened the interface tight against her skull, then moved to the device's control panel to begin the programming sequence.
A series of keystrokes began the brainwashing, loud electronic humming filling the large room as the device vibrated with awful life. The metal probe clicked forward, sliding past Supergirl's firm thighs until it reached her blonde bush of pubic hair. Mechanically, irresistibly, the probe entered her tight vagina, pushing deeply into her womb. Supergirl gasped softly, her eyes glazing in a pheromone fog as her pussy grew warm with arousal. Data streams poured into her brain, changing her morals, her beliefs, and her very soul. Dark Angel grinned maliciously, her fingers rubbing against the crotch of her skirt as she avidly watched her sister's domination.
"It won't be long now," whispered Fokler, his eyes wide with awe as he watched his beautiful girl tremble and pant in the erotic thrall of the Stimulation Device.
***
Wonder Woman lay upon an examining table, her wrists, legs, and ankles restrained by leather straps. A metal circlet sat snugly on her head, an inhibitor that deprived the heroine of her super abilities. The amazon finally regained full consciousness, the sensual musk emitted by Dark Angel at last clearing from the prone woman's body and mind. Struggling weakly in her leather bonds, Diana sighed with despair, then she pressed her lips together with determination and slammed her head against the surface of the table. When nothing happened, she smashed her head back again, doing it over and over until she heard the inhibitor circlet crack loudly.
***
The Vagina Stimulation Device chortled and grunted, the gear-driven rod pumping in and out of Supergirl's dripping fuckhole. The bound, blonde heroine moaned for breath, her round breasts heaving with effort as the thick steel pole invaded her snatch. Fokler pressed a rubber ball gag into Supergirl's open mouth, fastening it tight until the leather strap bit into the blonde girl's lips. Mirabelle moaned weakly, her body melting with sexual fire as her cunt was pulled wide open by the relentless dildo probe. The old man slid his left hand over Supergirl's naked flesh, his skin growing wet from the hot sweat that glistened over the restrained girl's body. Dark Angel walked forward until she stood in front of the device, her skirt upraised as she rubbed the throbbing pussy under her black panties.
"Fuck me, father," begged Dark Angel as she slid two long fingers into her moist twat. "Push your hard cock into my cunt!"
"No, I'm conducting an experiment," replied Fokler as he returned to the control panel, monitoring the progress of the re-programming.
"Please, fuck me," groaned the brunette as she walked to lean against the scientist, her breasts pressed firmly against Fokler's back.
"Not now," repeated the doctor, his forehead gleaming with perspiration as he tried to concentrate on the monitor, not the warm, inviting body of her wanton daughter.
"Please, make love to your little girl," whispered Dark Angel seductively into Fokler's ear, her slim arms wrapping around his thin waist, then sliding down to his hardening cock.
Fokler spun around to refuse again, then grunted in suprise as Dark Angel leaned forward, kissing him hungrily on the mouth. The old man savored the sweet taste of Vivienne's purple lips as she sucked lustfully on his mouth, her hands caressing his back until they stopped to squeeze his buttocks. The lovely brunette kissed down her father's neck, then knelt at his feet as she swiftly unzipped his brown trousers. With Supergirl's stifled moans in the background, Fokler closed his eyes in ecstasy as Dark Angel covered his erect member with her warm mouth. Vivienne moaned with pleasure as she slid her full lips down the shaft of her maker's tool, pressing his meat into her mouth until it filled her tight throat. The young woman's head jerked back and forth as she sucked on the doctor's cock, loud, wet slurping sounds echoing throughout the dim room.
"You taste so good," murmured Vivienne as she licked the head of Fokler's meat, her tongue swirling and caressing over the engorged cock until she thrust it back into her wet orifice.
Fokler leaned against the device, pumping his crotch against his slutty daughter's face as she devoured his tool enthusiastically. Dark Angel pulled up her tight, black tunic, freeing her ripe tits so she could squeeze and pinch them lasciviously. Fokler's cock trembled as an orgasm built within him. Dark Angel began sucking more quickly, her head a blur of erotic motion as it slid over the pulsing shaft. With a short grunt, the scientist cummed, shooting a thin stream of jism into his daughter's thirsty mouth.
As Dark Angel backed away from Fokler's limp body, a female arm encased in a silver bracer wrapped around the brunette's neck, choking the air from her throat. Vivienne gurgled, her eyes wide with alarm as she grasped the vice-like appendage and attempted to break free.
"Now it's my turn," snarled Wonder Woman as she rammed a knee into the base of Dark Angel's back, then flung the gasping villainess into one of the lab's walls. As Dark Angel stumbled to her feet, the amazon launched a flying kick, impaling Vivienne's stomach with a sharp-heeled boot.
"Damnation! This can't be happening!" exclaimed Fokler as he scurried away from the melee, attempting to reach a weapons locker that sat nearby.
While the old man struggled to free the lock, Supergirl groaned softly as the smoky haze that flooded her brain lifted. Gritting her teeth with effort, the Girl of Steel pried open the manacles holding her naked body in place. The blonde girl staggered slightly as she slid from the device to her booted feet. She leaned against the throbbing machine, tearing the rubber ball gag from her mouth as the corrupt scientist removed a huge pulse rifle from a locker. Supergirl squinted her crisp, blue eyes, and unleashed her heat vision. The powerful rifle in Fokler's hands turned into a red-hot rod of melting composites. Fokler screamed in pain as the flesh of his hands fried like bacon, forcing him to release the gun and cradle his crippled limbs.
A loud crack reverberated through the room as Wonder Woman slammed Dark Angel into a wall, her clenched fists punching the villainess repeatedly in the torso and face. A stray punch slammed into the lab's wall, creating glowing cracks that spread like branches on a tree.
"You stupid bitch! You've damaged the integrity of my dimensional vessel!" shouted Fokler as a thin whine began to grow louder in the room.
Supergirl spun to gaze at the expanding breech, then she flew towards the entwined combatants, grabbing Wonder Woman by the waist and soaring out of the lab's exit door. A loud blast of thunder shook the room as the damaged wall collapsed, sucked into a maelstrom of chaotic dimensional energy.
"Father!" shouted Dark Angel as she was pulled into the eye-searing vortex, her slim body helpless as it was engulfed in the very matter of creation.
"Damn you, Supergirl! Damn you to Hell!" raged Dr. Fokler as his weak grasp of the weapons locker was broken, allowing his thin frame to be devoured by the dimensional vortex.
***
Supergirl flew into the strange vessel's control room, slamming the door behind her shut as she dropped Wonder Woman to the floor. The round chamber shook violently, the floor tilting at a disorienting angle as the blonde girl grabbed the main control console, then quickly typed in a sequence that forced the ship to re-materialize. A loud, grinding roar built up against the walls as the glowing rotor built into the console stopped moving. Wasting not a moment, Supergirl pulled on a red lever that opened the ship's double doors, then she took Wonder Woman's hand and pulled them both out of the collapsing room.
The two young women stood upon a street, while nearby a public telephone booth imploded upon itself, disappearing into a pinprick of white light. Supergirl looked around, recognizing the street as one of the many boulevards of Metropolis.
"Well, looks like I'm home," grinned Supergirl as she placed her hands on her bare hips.
"Good, then you can find some clothes and get dressed before you corrupt the minds of this city's young men," replied Diana with an amused smile of her own.
"You're right. One strumpet in my family is enough," agreed Mirabelle before she rose into the air, her divine body disappearing into the clear night.
THE END
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