More Than She Bargained For!

Galatea screamed in frantic frustration as she dug her fingers into the door to Superwoman's personal medical facilities. Setting her feet and digging the impossible points of her bootheels into the ground, she tensed and flexed. The heavy metal door burst from its frame in a spray of rock and steel as Galatea's muscles rippled, shredding off yet another costume in a burst of muscular energy. When I serve my Mistress, she thought darkly, I'll make sure to wear something stronger than this Starrware trash. Strutting into the hall beyond, she passed by dozens of confiscated brainwashing tools (from hypnotic blasters to brain-altering nanites and beyond), no fewer than five power armour suits designed to trap superheroines and fuck them into submission and a glowing, pulsating sphere of pink energy in an Nth metal cage that resonated with her plug to the point that the air around her began to shiver.

Ignoring such frivolities, Galatea stared at what she had come for - a Kryptonian gene-printer. One of the marvels of science that had kickstarted Krypton's ultimately-tragic Golden Age, the gene-printer was a machine that could print entire bodies, functioning brain and all, from fused airborne elements. While it would be burnt out after a single use, lacking the dedicated care of a gene-tech throughout the process, one body was all that Galatea required. She would create it, fuck it and pump it full of cum before moving the dormant mind of Kara Zor-L into it. With her mind trapped in a gravid Kryptonian body, her will to resist would be battered and broken by the flood of pregnancy hormones and scent triggers that had been evolved to ensure total, slavish obedience to the one who had conquered her. Galatea, on the other hand, would be empowered to resist those same tools of dominance by her beautiful red kryptonite choker, letting her use the broken Power Girl as a sperm donor and still waltz off to The Squat Rack in the woman's former body.

-- please identify and state request --

"Kara Zor-L," Galatea answered the machine's query as scanners strobed red light across her body, "requiring a one-to-one copy, suitable for heavy breeding."

-- confirmed access Kara Zor-L adjusting interface --

"Well now," a soft voice purred from the thing's speakers in place of the previous metallic monotone, "aren't you impressive. Just get yourself hard girl, and we'll be ready in no time." With that, a thick segmented metal tentacle emerged from the top of the machine, ending in a two foot-long, thigh-thick (and that, given that the thigh being compared belonged to Power Girl, was very thick indeed) cylinder that terminated in a perfect replica of the blonde's own pussy. Galatea didn't think she could get any harder than she had gotten at the thought of defiling Power Girl's mind and stealing her body, and in an instant the whole assembly, dripping aphrodisiac lube, had lunged down and schlorped her cock right to the base. Galatea instinctively bucked her hips - and they would soon be her hips in truth - and groaned at the sensation of countless vibrating nubs that assailed her sensitive flesh and an all-powerful vacuum that dragged sperm from her drooling cock without even needing an orgasm.

Before she knew it, Galatea could see a steady stream of white, carrying the necessary genetic combination, flowing up the tentacle through its special viewing ports and the telltale white glow of a working gene-printer through the heavy metal shutters currently covering the assembly tank. She groped her chest, twisting and tugging on her nipples, as the vacuum began to pulse. It sucks like an expert, she thought dazedly, Maybe I can have Power Girl suck me like that. Yes, she would have her inferior twin trained into her personal suck-****, so that she could clean Galatea's dick off between conquests. Or perhaps she'd train her further, rutting the little harlot's asshole and mouth so thoroughly and often that the girl would only be able to cum from the taste of her own butt.

She would definitely pierce her, Galatea decided. Thick, heavy rings to dangle from those absurd nipples, she smirked, to go with a set of vibrating tongue studs. See how much weight it takes to give the cow a tit-gasm - or what it takes to stop them bouncing while she twerks for me. Galatea could see it already; her brainless bimbo of a sister, clapping her ass and swinging her tits at her command. Two more hands joined hers on her own chest, stroking and caressing the sensitive mountains of flesh, as her plug slid out of her ass. Wait, wha- oh! aaaaAAAAAAAHHH!

The longest, thickest, hottest femme cock ever to grace Power Girl's backdoor drove up into her with all the **** and inevitability of a tsunami. Galatea's eyes rolled back and her jaw hung slack as she succumbed to an instance of penetrative Slut Brain even more severe than normal. The wave of delirium receded as the cock's owner dragged in free from her desperately tight ringpiece until the tip was barely inside, then slammed it home again and again in time with the pulses of vacuum dragging more and more jizz from her cock. She clenched and relaxed her asshole frantically, trying to set up some sort of rhythm that she could control, but even Galatea's unique nature was nothing before the fundamental rules of the universe.

"Galatea," just the femme's voice, the one that haunted her every ass-blasting, hip-jerking, hand-humping dream, was enough to knock the blonde over the edge and into true submissive sluttery, "my naughty girl. Did you really forget me?" Galatea didn't know what the unseen (but definitely not unfelt) woman was talking about. She'd remember this cock, surely? She'd remember-

-approaching her limit as she pounded alternately into Ice and Fire, reveling in the way the two humans crumbled before the might of her Kryptonian cock. She felt the first drops of cum begin to **** their way up her cum-pipe and hilted herself inside of Beatriz, waiting for the moment when she would flood the woman's womb. The enormous cock up her ass blew at the same moment, the unknown femme clinging tightly to Galatea as she dumped rope after rope of superior seed into the bronze beauty's babymaker. Pulling out, ignoring the faint purple and gold-

-sparkles in the flow of pearlescent goo, she slammed down into Tora and filled her up just the same, another enormous gout of spunk filling her guts. As she watched with her enhanced vision, she saw her sperm cells rampage through each woman's reproductive system, infusing their tissues with exotic energies to better carry the children to term and-

-seeping into the organs equivalent to M'gann's ovaries. They surrounded the Martian's eggs a dozen at a time, penetrating every last one over and over until the fusion of their nuclei resembled nothing so much as a stylised, glowing purple heart. The heat coming off of M'gann's womb was immense, like she might burst into flames at any moment, but it quickly subsided as the last egg was claimed and the last drops of Kryptonian cum soaked into the malleable cells around them. And as the femme buried up her ass tensed again, she readied herself for-

-breathtaking orgasm after breathtaking orgasm, wrung out of her by the monster currently pounding her prostate. Women thought that the special nerve cluster deep in their asses could provide intense orgasms, but this was on a whole other level. Galatea - or, indeed, Power Girl - had never cum like this with any other partner, whether it was because nobody else could thrust with enough **** to properly please a Kryptonian or from the sheer size. She felt her tits rub against an equally massive pair and **** her eyes to unroll. She was fucking her clone, fucking Power Girl's clone, blank-eyed and thoughtless like it was a living sex doll. Her cum was pouring into the thing's snatch, filling its womb and seeking out its **** eggs.

And her attacker lover Mistress was cumming too! She was cumming and cumming and cumming, so much and so hard that it was filling Galatea's body to bursting. The power of her cum was overwhelming, filling both alien femmes with strange energies until strobing purple and gold lights shone from their wide eyes. Galatea squelched against her opposite, the clone's cock mindlessly blasting cum from the double ab-job it was receiving until both of their fronts were slippery and sloppy with alabaster goo.

"Here it comes, babe," Power Bottom purred in her ear, "Are you ready to be my toy?" There was a low, soul-rattling grunt from the dominant femme, and a tide of scorching purple jizz - bigger than all of the previous loads combined - swept away Galatea's abortive protestations, her conviction that she was anything more than a tool for Power Bottom's use and finally her very self...

Galatea looked up at her Mistress through new eyes. This wasn't some poetic affectation (although she had the urge to wax lyrical on her Mistress's beauty and strength) or some indication of brainwashing (she had always belonged to her Mistress, whether she acknowledged it or not). No, she looked up at her Mistress through the fresh eyes of the clone, feeling the hormones and chemical scents that would have bound her slavishly to her old body being forcefully redirected towards her Mistress. Good, she thought with all the hate she could muster in her dopey, fertilisation-addled state, serving my weak do-gooder sister would be unacceptable. Sneering at Power Girl's **** form, she floated upright and cupped her tits, presenting them for her Mistress's inspection.

"Yeah, yeah," her Mistress chuckled, "plenty of milk for the babies, I know." And with a wiggle of her hips and a snap of her fingers, both Mistress and **** were gone.

Karen groaned as she came back to herself in the middle of the Fortress of Solitude. She'd been getting dressed this morning and there had been a... a choker? One hand reached up and brushed the white latex that wrapped snugly around her throat, while the other snaked between her cheeks and tapped on the base of her special buttplug. Good, she sighed with relief, both still there. Then there had been... cameras? Helicopters? And Fire and Ice... Oh, yes. She'd given a speech on how she wouldn't deny the millions of women and femmes who wanted to be her baby mamas, and then accepted Beatriz's proposition live on air to prove it.

"Fffffffuuuuck," she groaned, remembering the way she'd hammered both women into the floor of her penthouse apartment, "I'd better pick up something nice for them both, say sorry for wrecking them so badly." She was glad that she'd been the one to take M'Gann's virginity though - the girl had always been so cutely awkward around non-Martians and it was great to see her coming out of her shell. Still, enough stalling; it was time to get what she came here for. Grabbing a vial of military-grade Kryptonian virility enhancer, she popped the cap off and downed it in one gulp. Groaning as her cock thickened and lengthened yet again, she rose into the air and rushed out of the hidden complex with a boom.

Now, who's going to The Squat Rack tonight, she wondered. She was really craving a workout and a night on the dancefloor.

And so Galatea learns the hardest lesson: For all of her physical and mental superiority over humanity, no woman is above karma - or the divine derriere of Power Bottom! But questions still remain...

What does Power Bottom have in mind for the sinister sister of our heroine? What diabolical programming did Power Girl receive during the mind-melting news broadcast? What changes will be wrought on Miss Martian, Ice and Fire by their hybrid pregnancies? Do dark secrets still lurk within the choker?

Such things are concerns for the future, but for now the danger has passed... The danger of Power Girls Gone Wild!