Duet

Without any pity, the guards dragged Diana by her arms, her legs too trembling to support her. Her disheveled hair swept across the cold marble floor, each scratch against her skin a reminder of her degradation. She felt as if the perfumed oils were seeping into her blood, the residue of the burning ointment creating a sensation both sweet and sour that amplified her trance.

She was led down a corridor to an antechamber barred by a curtain from which emanated singing, music, and laughter.

The guards set her down and said,

• Either you advance with dignity, or we will throw you like a whore into the throne room of Master Hercules and Mistress Circe.

Diana tried to rise, her bruised knees scraping the cold floor as her trembling fingers clutched the purple velvet curtain. A raucous laugh erupted behind her as a guard kicked her in the small of her back, sending her tumbling forward in a whirlwind of heady perfumes and golden light.

The throne room stretched before her, a luxurious hell where every detail was designed to heighten her shame. Magnificent women ran, pursued by men; others feasted on fruit offered to them by slaves; still others were engaged in acts of pure lust under the amused gaze of Circe and Hercules on thrones, who turned their eyes toward her.

Diana collapsed onto the polished flagstones. The heady scent of incense mingled with the musky odor of sweating bodies pierced her nostrils. A mocking drumroll greeted her fall as laughter erupted around her, crystalline and cruel.

Diana, looking up at Circe's feet, saw a man wearing the same necklace as her. Her eyes widened. It was Superman, licking the witch's feet, while she stroked his hair, watching Wonder Woman with a mocking gaze. She couldn't help but think she would have given anything to be in Superman's place. She froze, unrecognizable.

Diana's breath caught as Superman's glassy, ​​obedient eyes met hers—his tongue still tracing the soles of Circe's feet, her once-proud shoulders slumped in surrender. The necklace around his neck throbbed with the same sickly glow as hers, its allure permeating the air like burnt honey. A moan escaped her before she could suppress it, her thighs glistening with involuntary arousal as shame twisted her insides.

One of the guards grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back until her spine arched painfully. "Look closely, bitch," he sneered, forcing her to look up at Circe, who was waving her finger at her.

Circe snapped her fingers, and Diana felt her muscles contract under an invisible **** that propelled her forward, her scraped knees sliding across the marble until she was prostrate at the foot of the throne, next to Superman, whose attention was only for his mistress.

-Do you want to please me, Kyptonian dog? Superman nodded.

• Oh yes, Mistress, I love you so much."She smiled.
• Fuck Wonder Woman until she comes three times, and I'll reward you by letting you sleep at the foot of my bed.

Diana felt a shiver of terror run down her spine as Superman turned toward her, his once-noble blue eyes now glazed with submission.

He advanced with a mechanical gait, his powerful hands closing around her hips with calculated brutality. She tried to back away, but the collar around her neck ignited with searing pain, pinning her to the spot with a stifled moan.

He positioned himself behind her and **** her mercilessly.

Diana stifled a cry, her nails clawing at the cold marble beneath her as Superman took her with relentless ****, each brutal thrust propelling her forward. Pain mingled with a wave of cursed pleasure, the collar pulsing around her neck like a poisoned heart, amplifying every sensation to the point of nausea.

The Amazon felt her muscles clench with each thrust of Superman's hips, her body treacherously responsive despite the **** of the act. The icy marble burned her palms as she desperately tried to cling to something, anything, to escape this agonizing duality between pain and pleasure; a groan escaped her as her hips were brutally pulled back, the perfect alignment of their bodies sealed by a superhuman ****.

Diana could feel his lips twist in a mixture of pain and ecstasy as Superman thrust with the cold precision of a **** device. His fingers, once symbols of justice, now dug into the flesh of her hips like claws, marking her with bruises that bloomed beneath her damp skin. The collar around her neck vibrated, pulsing in time with their jerky movements, injecting a sweet poison into her veins that transformed each cry into a pleasurable sob.

Diana saw her legs tremble as a first wave of cursed pleasure washed over her, her treacherous body responding to every brutal movement of Superman's. His nails traced lines of claws in the marble as a second cry ripped from her throat—half torment, half ecstasy. The collar now burned like a torch, its pulses synchronized with the thrusts that pinned her to the floor.

• Further on, fuck that little slut, I want to hear her scream! Circe commanded her, her honeyed voice thick with cruelty.

Diana felt Superman's fingers dig deeper into her hips, her knuckles whitening under the pressure as he obeyed without hesitation. His thrusts became more violent, deeper, each penetration tearing a gasp from Diana, a mixture of sharp pain and shameful pleasure that burned deep within her.

She had always fantasized about Superman's magnificent body, but she had never imagined it would be so brutal and cruel.

Diana saw her muscles tense to the **** as Superman bent her over even more brutally, her torso pressed against the marble, her breath caught by each thrust that pierced her. Superman's warm breath on her neck contrasted with the coldness of the floor beneath her, her parted lips releasing moans punctuated by sobs.

The collar vibrated more intensely, like a snake coiled around her neck, injecting a humiliating heat into her veins that made her hate her own body.

Diana couldn't stop her fingers from sliding across the polished marble, her knuckles whitening with the **** effort to resist, to escape, but the collar tightened sharply around her throat, tearing a hoarse moan from her. Superman pressed deeper, each thrust calculated to extract a sound from that once-proud mouth. She felt her lips tremble, a burning tear tracing a path down her cheek as her body rebelled against her will, her hips moving involuntarily to the imposed rhythm.

Her body, shaken and deceived, could no longer resist. A devastating spasm heralded her first orgasm, which gradually escalated into increasingly devastating tremors, cutting her breath in a cry of pleasure.

Diana felt her stomach clench violently as orgasm overwhelmed her, a burning wave of shame and pleasure twisting her insides. Her knuckles turned white from the futile effort of resisting her own body's betrayal. Superman didn't slow down; on the contrary, each thrust became more brutal, deeper, as if he were trying to wrest a second surrender from her.

She didn't have time to recover when she heard Circe's voice say,

"Twice more, ravage even more." Superman shifted position, lifted her, slammed her against a column, spread her thighs wide, and impaled her again with his penis until it struck his testicles. He stared at her with a crazed look before he began to pound into her once more.

The cold marble of the column crushed Diana's breasts as Superman pinned her against the stone, his superhuman hands gripping her wrists above her head. Each thrust made the column vibrate, dust falling onto her trembling shoulders. The collar burned her throat, pulsing in time with their joined bodies, transforming each moan into a hoarse cry of submission.

The Amazon felt her muscles burn from the futile effort of resisting as Superman pressed her against the column. Her ragged breaths formed clouds of steam on the icy marble, each exhalation breaking into a stifled sob. The collar tightened sharply around her throat, as if punishing her for daring to climax, and a fresh wave of humiliating heat flooded her veins.

Superman became a monstrous sex machine to him, his power unleashed against Diana without pity, wanting only to take from her what Circe had ordered him to do; his friend was now only a means to obtain his reward, he didn't care what he was doing to her.

Diana's thighs trembled, unable to bear the weight of their brutal union any longer. The marble bit into her skin as Superman plowed into her with mechanical frenzy, his hips slapping against her buttocks with a wet sound that echoed through the room. The collar pulsed, strangely alive, its vibrations synchronized with each thrust that slid her against the column.

She felt her body betray her once more, gasping in pain but also in pleasure, her lips parting and escaping sounds she no longer recognized. Superman gave her no respite, his hands gripping her hips to impale her deeper, each movement calculated to wrench a new shiver from her broken body. The marble column vibrated under the impact of their bodies, the smooth surface now marked with fine scratches where his nails had scraped desperately.

Once again, her body was wracked by a new orgasm, compounding the relentless onslaught of the superhuman. She screamed out her pain and her pleasure, trembling in every muscle, screaming that she could no longer endure such ****. She heard Circe's voice yelling at Superman.

Again. This time, Diana begged; she couldn't take it anymore. Even her necklace could no longer protect her collapsing body—and yet Clark accelerated even further.

His hips pounded against her flesh with methodical brutality, each thrust lifting her slightly before pinning her back against the column. The marble, now warm from their contact, clung to her damp skin, the echoes of their bodies colliding resonating like a **** knell in the empty room.

The heroine felt as if her muscles would give way as Superman bent her even more violently against the column, his hips becoming a merciless metronome. Her voice choked into a hoarse cry as he penetrated her deeper, her own treacherous body responding with convulsive spasms. Sweat dripped between her shoulder blades, mingling with the marble shards that embedded themselves in her flesh.

"Mercy, mercy, oh yes, I ah..." Circe watched them, fascinated by the power she now held over them. Superman, for his part, had only one goal and remained deaf to her pleas.

Tears mingled with Diana's sweat, her pleas breaking into staccato sobs. Superman's body, burning like a furnace, crushed hers against the spine, each thrust tearing a hoarse groan from her bruised throat. The collar vibrated, a metal serpent pulsing against her skin, amplifying every sensation to the point of being unbearable.

"Faster, dog, if you want to please your mistress," Circe ordered him as Hercules caressed her lustfully. Superman growled like an animal, his fingers digging into Diana's hips until they left purplish marks. His thrusts became more jerky, more savage, each impact making the marble creak. Diana felt her toes curl on the icy floor, her abdominal muscles contracting in a wave of uncontrollable spasms.

Superman obeyed with a hoarse growl, his hips becoming a furious blur that made Diana's flesh slap against the marble. She felt her insides burn, each thrust tearing away a little more of what little willpower she had left. Her cries were choked by the collar, transformed into wet gurgles as her saliva dripped onto her bruised chest.

Circe sneered, her fingers carelessly playing with Hercules's curls as she watched the spectacle.

Diana felt Superman's body stiffen against hers, his superhuman muscles taut like steel cables. A brutal heat spread through her as he growled like an animal, his fingers digging into her hips. The marble trembled beneath them as his final thrusts became erratic, each spasm eliciting a strangled gasp from Diana, her own body wracked by conflicting spasms of pain and **** pleasure.

Superman's semen spilled into the Amazon as her own treacherous body responded with a final, humiliating convulsion of ultimate orgasm. Her legs, completely limp, slid down the spine, her bruised knees hitting the floor with a thud. The collar tightened one last time, stifling her cry into a pitiful gurgle, while hot tears streamed down her cheeks in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Superman released her, leaving her to collapse without a thought for her condition, even though Diana was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Diana's vision blurred as she slumped, her cheek pressed against the cold marble floor. The taste of blood and salt filled her mouth—split lip, tears, sweat—all mingling in a haze of humiliation. Her ribs heaved violently, each breath a sharp blade cutting between her bruised ribs. Above her, Superman's shadow loomed, his breath still ragged as he straightened with a grunt, utterly indifferent to her condition.

Circe's laughter echoed through the room, sharp as a blade. "Pathetic," she purred, approaching, her sandals clattering on the stone.