Of course what else could he do?

Condiment Wizard looked at his new daughter, Caecelia, who was currently holding the goddess of the hunts' ass cheeks wide for him. For a moment a lot of questions hit his mind at the same time. Where are all his daughters going to be so lewd? How would it go if his two daughters met each other? Were her words true about gathering bitches?

Poseidon, god of the sea, apparently gathered cyclops, so would impregnating the goddess of the hunt cause the same thing? So many questions about the future and the current situation that needed to be answered. Though in the end that was his higher mind; his lower mind was currently in control. So his cock quickly declared all of that unimportant and demanded he fuck the goddess right now.

So without a word of warning, he shoved his cock up to the hilt inside of Artemis, who let out a surprised moan in response. "More barking like a dog, you stupid bitch!" Caecelia said immediately, asking her ass with force and electricity. So Artemis moaned with a yip as Condiment thrust in and of her without pause. He kept going, his pounding getting harder with every passing moment, causing Artemis's body to jiggle in interesting ways.

Condiment Wizard said nothing and simply enjoyed her tight pussy while giving out the occasional pleased grunt. Caecelia was not silent and was speaking to Artemis in a very insulting and sadistic tone. "Look at you, goddess of the moon and the hunt. Really a whore like you?" Caecelia said her question filled her with incredulity at that very fact.

"Goddess of the hunt? I suppose when a man as great as Daddy gets sluts, that's a kind of hunt. Which is how you qualify as a hunting goddess; you represent the trophy sluts, man, like Daddy bringing home." Caecelia said, mocking Artemis and slapping each of Artemis's ass cheeks as she spoke, causing Artemis to let out yips of support at Caecelia, mocking her decades of work as the goddess of the hunt for Olympus. Caecelia wasn't done either moving on to the moon aspect of Artemis to mock her about.

"You are just as ridiculous as the goddess of the moon. Honestly come up with a better lie than that. The moon is beautiful and elegant; a dirty whore like you is the furthest thing from it." Caecelia said, putting one of her hands around Artemis's throat and squeezing, cutting off her yips. Aretims gained a shade of purple to her face, but she didn't stop thrusting her hips back to meet the condiment wizard, and she made no move to get the hand of her neck.

Caecelia moved closer to Artemis's face, which was a sight. Drool and tears coming out of her face as the abuse and pleasure brought her to heights of sensation she'd never been close to. Artemis was enjoying every second of it and found what she was feeling confirmed a truth. She was right to leave Zeus behind, as there was no way he could ever bring her to such heights of pleasure. If he could, Hera would not whine about him as much as she does.

That thought was driven from her mind as in one last harsh motion, Condiment Wizard pushed his cock deep inside of her in places no one had should have been able to reach. He stayed there gushing out cum, which flooded her pussy. She was quickly filled up, and the excess cum flowed out of her like she was a faucet for his cum. She lay there a moment as the white-hot cum killed any lingering loyalties she might have had towards her fellow gods of Olympus.

Her new god king had truly fucked those old loyalties right out of her. Once he was sure he was done, Condiment Wizard pulled his cock out of her ass. He then took a bit of a breather, standing there still breathing heavily as a fucking goddess of the hunt doggy style took it out of you surprisingly. "Father, look!" Caecelia said, getting his attention over to the two bound and unconscious women.

"While Father, which do you prefer?" Caecelia said as she took stock of the two bound women quickly groping the women's bodies to get a good idea of what they were working with. "Do you want a milf or an untouched virgin maiden?" Caecelia asked eagerly, wondering which of them he was going to pick first to ravage at his leisure.

A little bit away from the sight of the well-fucked goddess and the women waiting there turned was Overmachine. He was in his observation room having continued his repairs and had gotten most of the cameras and sensors back online for him to use as he sees fit. He was currently using it to laugh hysterically. "Hahahaha, truly these fools are panicking like wild creatures I've found on a dozen worlds." Overmachine said in amusement.

He had not panicked at his beneficiary's sudden disappearance; he had simply used his advanced equipment to quickly locate him. Which wasn't far, and he wasn't in any real danger. Thoughts: Perhaps his benefactor would have a problem with dehydration, as the women were draining his balls rather intensely. Which hopefully wouldn't turn into too much of a problem.

Eventually Overmachine stopped laughing and got back to his work. He had after the recent attacks by the Chinese lantern core, and the Chinese Justice League decided to look into China itself and see if there was anyone worth resurrecting as a new cybernetic minion. As his benefactor would no doubt not like to be interrupted by them anymore. So he made easy work of Chinese government cyber security and got to searching for his target.

It took a while, as the Chinese intelligence had buried what he was looking for behind about a dozen different security measures and hundreds of files. It could only slow him down and not for very long. Eventually Overmachine gazed on the files of someone who was exactly what he'd been looking for. He quickly activated a few devices, and the body of the one he had chosen disappeared from where it had been to reappear floating next to him.

He walked out of the observation room and walked down several hallways, passing reborn cybernetic minions on his way. He said hello to them as he passed them in the hallways, and they responded with hello in kind. He made it to one of his labs quickly enough, and once he got there, he immediately put the body on one of the tables and got to work.

He grabbed several devices that had been hanging around for just such a procedure as the one he was performing. He first had several special tools full of the special magical blue cheese; once they were full and ready to go, he started working, first adding two very important cybernetic parts that were desperately needed to improve the subject and make him impossible to stop.

He first added a solar core, which was effectively a mini star, and put it deep into the subject's chest. Once that was safely attached and connected to the subject, Overmachine worked on the next part. An energy processor was the next part Overmachine made. It would process dangerous energy for the subject into more beneficial forms. He put this device at the back of the subject's neck and ran a few quick tests to be sure it was working right.

Overmachine wanted this little project to go perfectly because if it did, the results of the success would be massive. So he double- and triple-checked the subject's body to make sure of no defects or any other possible problems that could ruin the subject and make sure they never reached their full potential. Once he was sure everything was correct, he then proceeded to the last step.

He pumped in the raw blue cheese into the subject's body, and bit by bit he came to life again. First his heart started pumping blood, and then his lungs started to expand and deflate, pushing air in and out. Then his brain started working, and electricity traveled through it, causing thoughts to occur. His limbs started moving a bit as blood flowed back through them, and finally the subject opened his eyes and looked around the room before focusing on Overmachine.

"Who are you?" The subject that had been known as Emperor Superman said he had once been the would-be conqueror of China. He had died fighting the suicide squad, but now he lived again, and Overmachine gave him a wide smile and told him who he was and why he had been brought back. China would soon find out their Kryptonian emperor had returned; not many would be happy about that.

Far away from where a goddess was being fucked and emperors were rising from the dead stood a building that had been dedicated to containing madness but now was in service to that same madness. Arkum asylum was now run by the mad, and there was one who was far more sadistic than the other mad ones that walked its halls.

Penelope Young looked at the latest batch of subjects with no emotion on her face. Which was a rather dark thing to see, as some were screaming in terror, a few were crying their eyes out about a dozen different tragedies that clearly never happened, and another was laughing hysterically while saying "truck" over and over again. These three were just a few of dozens of inmates being subjected to her experiments.

Her total lack of response to the suffering she caused was terrifying because of what it represented. She didn't care, which doesn't sound scary until you realize the motive. She'd not be doing the experiments out of revenge nor as a way to push new limits in medicine or even as a way to satisfy sadistic tendencies; she might have, but she did this for results.

So it didn't matter how badly they suffered so long as the data she gained from experimenting got her closer to what she needed. Dr. Young looked at the subjects, her mind filled for a moment with thoughts of before she was in service to her eternal master, Condiment Wizard, and how her life had been so empty. It was a surprising thought to have surrounded by the suffering she was causing, but in the end it was her mind.

She had once had the ambition of being the one to cure the madness of Gotham. That she could take the most insane inmates of Arkum and turn them into model citizens if she just made the right pill to do it. Her research had stalled, and all the possible grants she had wanted from the academic institutions had refused her request. They already saw her as another failure.

As one of the long line of nurses and doctors who had come in shouting about their great grades and that they could fix what nobody else had. They would inevitably fail and either become as crazy as those they were trying to treat or flee in disgrace. They had already been taking bets on whether she would flee or go crazy when she went to ask for more grant money. So without that support, she had tried to get companies to buy into her plans.

It had failed in the end, as Condiment Wizard had hit the restaurant of her little meeting and turned her into his eternal minion. Her change in loyalty and motivation had been the greatest thing to happen to her. Before, she had been so focused on making her mark in history as a medical professional. Not realizing in the grand scheme of things her ambitions had been meaningless.

So the tragedy of him being gone had hit her quite hard. He was her everything, and she had every intention of serving him for the rest of eternity, but he's gone now. So she had to continue his legacy as he deserved. Her mind focused back on the task, and she watched her subjects torment with a continued air of indifference.

She noticed one of her subjects giving her the result she had been looking for. She quickly walked over and took in the subject in better detail. The subject was a shriveled woman of mostly bone and skin that was also missing half her hair, with the other half staying on as a weird natural sidecut. She was bowing towards one of the walls, her head going up and down as she seemed to prey to one of her cell walls.

"A promising subject," Dr. Young said as she watched the woman pray to a random wall under the influence of one of her drugs. "Soon enough I will have the data I need." Dr. Young said a small, prideful smirk on her face as she took notes. The mad screams of her experiments echoed around the room and did not scare her; instead, she simply responded quietly. "Progress requires sacrifice." Dr. Young said simply to the pain and suffering she had caused and would continue to cause.