Zatanna vs Wonder Woman VI

Eyes wide and fearful, Diana took another uneasy step backwards and then she…

Ran away. Flew away, more accurately, launching herself into the air with such **** and haste that she left a car-sized crater in the street. Powerful as she was, Diana was all too aware she stood no chance against this new Zatanna. Her powers were… monstrous. It wounded her pride to run away, but it hurt her more that she had to abandon a friend in need…

And if this seemed familiar, then it was by design. This was not the first reality in which Diana fled from Zatanna. Unbeknownst to her, Diana had relived this exact moment, this exact action, dozens of times already, fleeing from battle to find reinforcements. It always failed, Diana always falling to a cruel twist of fate conjured by Zatanna. One time, Diana fled to find the Justice League battling Starro the Conqueror, where Diana also became a **** in that reality, a mindless drone with a mutant starfish plastered to her face.

Or she fled to the League to find them engaged with the demonic Raven, unleashing her powers upon hapless innocents. When that happened, Diana sometimes became another demonic soldier in Raven’s army, serving Rob in a different way. Others, the other Leaguers turned into demons and they in turn made Diana their broodmare.

All manner of defeat awaited Diana when she called the League for help - an attack from the Star Sapphires, a bimbo plague, an invasion of Apokolips, so on and so forth, all with Diana ending up as a **** and (usually) ending up as Rob’s.

That’s why, this time, when Diana feld, instead of finding solace in the League, she flew south, over the Atlantic ocean, and back to home.

Long shrouded in magic, myth, and time, Themyscira was an unblemished jewel amidst a turbulent world. Man’s world did prove to have it’s beauty and wonder, not all doom and dire as her mother and sister once told Diana, but it could never match the tranquility and beauty of her home. Diana was saddened to return there with news of war and strife, that there was a man as twisted as they had all feared, but that could not be helped. The Amazons were the all she had left to turn to.

Touching down upon the shore she had sailed away from so many years ago, Diana immediately set into a mad dash from the beach, through the surrounding forest, and into the splendid city she was raised in. All throughout her single-minded sprint, she passed her Amazonian sisters, hardly paying them a thought, even as they raised a calumny in her wake, wondering why their princess had returned and what had caused her to suffer such panic.

However, in her haste, Diana was utterly ignorant of the manner of dress of her fellow sisters. Gone were the tunics, loose trousers, and sensible dresses and robes, replaced by bikini tops, thongs, pasties, and loincloths, offering minimal coverage and maximum tantalization. Even as a crowd gathered in the town square, watching Diana in confusion, none of the other Amazons were all too concerned with how revealing their manner of dress was.

Diana had thought she had escaped and found her way to sanctuary, but had only rushed directly into another one of Zatanna’s twisted traps.

Through the city and to the palace where she grew up, Diana did not spare a thought for anything less than to go see her mother and her father, whom she was certain would be her salvation. She only finally slowed down when she made it to the sanctum of the throne room, the doors closed and two guardswomen standing watch. Dressed only in helmets, bracers, sandals, and greaves, the two guards’ nude bodies were oiled to a bright sheen beneath the torchlight, highlighting their muscular bodies and sensual curves. Again, Diana did not balk at their appearance, only furrowing her brow when the two crossed their spears and barred her way.

“What is the meaning of this?” She demanded, impatiently. “I must see the Queen and King at once. What reason do you have to deny me so?”

“We do not deny you anything, Princess Diana.” The first guard said.

“But we cannot allow you access to the throne in your manner of dress.” Came the other. “His Majesty’s orders.”

Chastened, Diana bowed her head. “Apologies. I forgot myself. I am under much duress.”

The guards paid her no mind, as Diana stripped herself of her leotard, now almost matching the guards with her tiara, bracers, boots, and nothing else. Satisfied at her level of nudity, the guard withdrew their spears and allowed her entry.

Inside, Diana found her mother on her hands and knees, dutifully and submissively servicing her father, the king. An all together common sight, in such a moment of crisis, it did Diana’s heart well to see Queen Hippolyta **** on King Rob’s fat, rock hard cock.

For this twist of fate Zatanna spun came ages ago. Much like in the comic, Themyscira remained a land hidden and untouched by the hand of man, until one washed upon shore. No, not Steve Trevor, but Rob Daily. At first captured and sentenced for execution, Rob’s unflappable charisma soon proved a source of amusement to the Amazons, earning him the eye and ear of many of the warrior women, their curiosity winning out over their brute superstitions. In time, Rob went from prisoner to sideshow to guest, and then most shockingly, to consort before becoming king, Rob winning over Queen Hippolyta with the fathomless love his heart could produce.

And also his cock. For as Rob worked his wiles on the women of Paradise Island, he also introduced them to the pleasures of heterosexual sex and the mind-numbing luxury of decadent, debaucherous living. Rob’s coronation was met with open arms, as was the announcement he would still be “available” to the other Amazons, Hippolyta smitten by her new lover and unable to deny him anything. And from the constant fucking Rob delivered upon his new subjects came babies, a new generation of Amazons, better, stronger, faster, smarter, sexier than the last. Diana was the greatest of this generation, the only daughter of Hippolyta and Rob, and the apple of her father’s eye. And they all lived happily ever after until Diana chose to leave to explore the world of man.

Now, Diana seeked the solace of her parents, running to them like a child who just had a nasty tumble and scraped her knee. She felt no shame in this. Every daughter needed a father they could rely on.

Immediately, Diana clambered to the side of the throne, kneeling at her father’s side, as her mother vigorously deepthroated him. That was her mother’s true calling, ever since father appeared. Diana had heard that Queen Hippolyta was once a fierce and shrewd ruler, but she had stepped back from stateship ever since Rob was crowned, now serving as his advisor, trophy, and sexual plaything for the king. It was a much better role for her to play.

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“Father! I have come begging for your help!” Diana immediately pleaded with the man, on her knees, bowed by his majesty. “There is some terrible plot afoot in the world of man and-”

Diana was silenced by a kiss, Rob having seized her by the hair, pulling her up and towards him, to embrace her and plant his lips on hers. Diana was surprised by his actions, but offered no resistance, as she sank into the kiss, sighing softly, and feeling all the worries of the world melt away.

Of course her father had introduced love and sex to Themyscira, and with his progeny, he had introduced the mind-numbing bliss of ****. Him and his body and his love was the thing Diana missed the most from her home, and all felt right the moment he planted his lips on her, stroking her hair, one hand planted on the small of her back. It was heaven, even as he heard Rob suppress a grunt followed by her mother gargling and **** on the rush of seed she was fed from his mighty cock.

When he released her from his hold, Diana was babbling, blushing mess, struggling to get her words out. “My friend… Zatanna… she…uh, she… hmm…”

“Shhh, Diana, relax.” Rob said with a fawning smile, leering at her nude body. “You’re home, you’re safe. You’re in your father’s arms. Don’t worry your pretty little head about anything. Daddy will take care of it.”

Diana did not bat an eye at such patronizing talk, instead blushing deeper, feeling a gentle warmth spread through her chest. Yes, of course. Her father would take care of it. He was all-powerful, all-knowing, all-loving. He could do anything. She didn’t have to worry or fight. She just...just…

Had to be a good girl for Rob…!

For some reason, that revelation made Diana shudder in pleasure, smiling affectionately at her father.

“Now,” Rob said, removing Hippolyta from his shaft. “Before we have to deal with all that nasty stuff, why don’t you two cuties oil yourselves up and wrestle for my pleasure. I’ll take the winner out to the town square, tie her up, and fuck her in front of the entire island. How does that sound?”

Both Diana and her mother gasped in stereo, Diana falling to her quivering knees, kneeling beside her mother, both of them looking up at Rob with wide, fawning eyes.

“Oh, yes! That sounds wonderful, my love!” They cheered in unison, as Diana blissfully lived out this dreamy fantasy… that would soon become her reality!