Epilogue: Wonderbreeder II: Sloppy Seconds

The dawn broke over Paradise Island, the air already hot as the Mediterranean sun lazily rose over the verdant island. Lois Lane, smiling wistfully to herself, staggered stiff-legged toward her bed. A part of her...at least a pint, from the feel of it...was back in the temple with Wonder Woman...and she went toward her rest with the certain knowledge of a job well-done.

"Now!" A feminine voice hissed.

Before the dickgirl reporter could react she felt a strong hand grasp her right wrist and pin it behind her. She opened her mouth to scream—and a hand with a wet cloth slapped across her mouth. Lois breathed in a stinging chemical odor...and the darkness was closing in on her eyes even as her knees buckled.

Consciousness came back to the reporter piece by piece. She was sitting on a high-backed wooden chair, her hands tied behind her, legs tied to the chair legs, spread apart so that her cock hung out in front of her like a third leg, the exposed tip hanging just over the ledge.

She was underground, she could tell that. It was cool in the room, and the air was still; it smelled faintly musty, like a basement that hadn't been used for a while.

Lois had enough clarity not to immediately stir, but continued to lean forward in her bonds. There were voices...women talking. Young women. One had an Amazon accent, the other sounded like she was from...California?

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"You heard what she was doing to Diana. I don't care what Hippolyta says, we can't let that kind of thing go unpunished."

"It's just...I mean, that thing between her legs Donna. I've never seen one so big before. Could it even work?"

"It will, Cassie. I guarantee it."

There was a bright purple light. It burned through Lois Lane's closed eyelids, like staring at the sun. Strange warmth flowed through the reporter's naked body, and exhaustion fled, leaving her feeling awake...alert...jittery with barely constrained energy...and a terrible heat began to build inside her loins. It reminded Lois of when she was under the effects of Luthor's programming...how she would get those instant erections...and **** need...

Lois moaned, unable to conceal herself any longer as her cock became painfully erect. Her muscled stretched and swelled against her bonds but it was no use. Then as suddenly as it had started, the purple light died. The dickgirl opened her eyes.

Two women stood before her. The tall one strongly favored Wonder Woman, but was a little shorter, a little less muscular, dressed in a tight-fitting black bodysuit decorated with white stars. The young woman next to her was shorter still, with long blonde hair, dressed in a version of Wonder Woman's costume—and carrying a golden lasso that led to Lois.

"Wonder Girl!" Lois said, naming them both.

Behind them Lois recognized the Amazonian device known as the Purple Ray, normally used for healing.

"That's right...monster!" Donna Troy, the taller, dark-haired Wonder Girl said. "And you're going to pay for what you did to our sister."

Lois Lane's eyes widened. Hadn't Hippolyta explained things to them?

"You don't understand, what Diana and I did last night...it was completely con..."

Donna stepped forward and stuffed a star-spangled blue cloth in the reporter's mouth. Lois briefly identified Wonder Woman's panties.

The younger woman, barely 19 if a day, flicked her lasso. The golden rope did a complicated loop, and Lois felt a strand fall over her open mouth, then tighten. The combination of panty and lasso made a very effective gag.

"What now?" Cassie Sandmark said.

"We show this beast what the penalty is for impregnating an Amazon!" Donna said haughtily.

A hidden zipper descended straight down the middle of her bodysuit, from the V-shaped notch of her cleavage down to her groin. The tight material parted, her round, high breasts spilling out of their confines, like a smaller version of wonder woman's. The pubic hair was shaved into a nest WW above the otherwise hairless pussy.

Cassie frowned. "You're going to fuck her?"

"No, Cass," Donna said as she strode forward. "We are. We're going to take our pleasure from this cock until she can't fuck us anymore, and then we're going to use the purple ray to resurrect her pathetic dick, and continue on and on until we break her will entirely!"

The blonde shuffled her feet. "I, um. I mean I'm not a virgin, but I'm not on any birth control. And that's a really big dick."

Donna shot her a look. "Look are you going to let her come to our home and fuck our sister and just leave? Like Hercules?"

The young woman sighed, shoulders sagging a little. "I guess. Doesn't seem very heroic, though."

Lois Lane, bound to the chair, cock aching for pussy, absorbed this information carefully.

Okay, I'm bound, hard, and apparently about to be fucked half to **** by two misinformed Amazons. That's a bit of a reverse of last night, but I'm...surprisingly okay with that. She paused to think about it as Donna straddled her, the dark-haired young woman rubbing the weeping tip of her dick against her tiny slit. I hope Hippolyta wants a mess of grandkids.

Donna Troy slid down on the cock, hissing as the reporter's cock stretched her tight cunny. It was tighter than Wonder Woman's pussy, and nowhere near as wet...the reporter grunted as the Amazon tried to **** her cock in too fast, making both of them grimace in pain...but then the older Wonder Girl was sitting in Lois Lane's lap, those ripe titties pressed against the reporter's face, and the dickgirl forgot everything else for one blissful minute.

Three flashes of golden light shimmered briefly over their heads...and then Lois felt the coils of the lasso about her upper arms cinch tight, pulling her tight against the Amazon stuck on her cock.

"Cassie!" Donna hissed. "What are you doing!"

"I'm going to go ask the Queen what's going on," Cassie said. "I'm not comfortable with any of this. So you two are going to sit tight, and I'll be back as soon as I can."

"You...Cassie! You can't leave me like this!" The dark-haired superheroine struggled against the golden lasso, but it was as strong as Wonder Woman's own. All she managed to do was set the chair to rocking...which gave Lois a wicked idea.

Planting her feet against the floor, Lois pitched forward. Bound as they were, the Amazon's superior strength was irrelevant—it was all down to mass and leverage. The bigger, heavier Amazon fell backwards...with Lois Lane on top, her cock still embedded firmly in the young superheroine's tight pussy. Lois stared triumphantly between Wonder Girl's breasts. The young woman returned the glare with a mix of hate and lust.

"Don't you dare..."

Lois dared.

The lasso only bound the reporter's arms and legs, leaving her hips free to flex back and forth. The chair itself limited her range of motion, but with Wonder Girl's back flat against the floor, it was more than enough play to saw her cock in and out of the tight Amazonian pussy in front of her...and the more she moved, the wetter the slit got, and the redder Wonder Girl's face became.

"I'll...I'll have my **** on you for this! Don't think you can get away with this. Cassie will be back...back any moment..."

The dickgirl grinned around her gag. Now that the shoe was on the other foot, the horny heroine was quickly showing her true colors. The reporter's buttocks rose and fell, rose and fell, the familiar pressure building up within her. Whatever the Purple Ray's healing power, Lois Lane felt as though she hadn't cum in days. There was a throbbing need between her legs, a thick load of baby batter with Donna Troy's name on it. And as the minutes ticked by and Cassie didn't show, more and more did Donna realize what was going to happen.

Lois stared into her eyes as she went through all the stages—denial turned to anger, which gave way to bargaining. Blubbered promises came from the Amazon's lips:

"Look, I'll let you go...it was a mistake, I see that now. You...you can leave! I won't stop you. Please just...stop...stop fucking...me...so hard..."

The reporter had heard that tone of voice before, wavering and on the edge. She knew the Amazon's body would be preparing itself to be impregnated now, the heat building inside of her pussy, the swollen head of the reporter's cock scraping against her sensitive spots, the girth stretching the pussy until it could move freely with a wet schlick-schlick-schlick. The hard nipples of the Amazon's luscious tits betrayed how aroused she was, and Lois plunged away.

Donna Troy may have started this sex session, but Lois Lane was going to finish it.

Then the Amazon grew quiet. Desperation in her eyes. Color building in her cheeks. Lips wet and smacking, eager for something to lick or suck. Lois wondered how long it had been since the young woman had sex. She certainly seemed pent-up...and beautiful. Despite all of the sex she'd had with women, Lois had rarely really taken the time to admire their features at close range like this. To see so close the way her irises dilated. To hear and feel her breath shorten into small, wet pants. To hear the high-pitched little sounds as Wonder Girl began, almost unconsciously, to moan...

...and finally, accept what was going to happen.

"Harder," she panted. "Faster. Please. I was jealous...what you were doing to Diana...I heard her screams and I...I wanted to feel that. I stayed up all night touching myself, unable to sleep, so fucking hot for you. A part of me wanted to crawl up to her and scoop the cum out of her pussy and stuff it into my own but...but this better. Please just...just fuck me like her..."

The words kindled the reporter's ardor. She felt the superhuman cunt squeeze tight as she pressed in, faster and harder, as fast and hard as the chair would allow...and then with a crack she felt the tortured wood splinter and break. Her hips thrust forward, touching something deep inside of Wonder Girl, and Lois Lane screamed through her gag as the first load traveled the length of her cock and exploded deep inside the Amazon's fertile pussy, pumping her hot seed right against the entrance to Donna Troy's womb.

Wonder Girl shuddered, not in orgasm, but in some kind of fulfillment. The worst had happened, and she survived.

Lois took a breather, resting in the post-coital bliss for three heartbeats, her prick still plugging the Amazon's pussy, not letting a single drop squeeze out.

That done, she began to move again. In between her legs, the next load prepared for delivery... Wonder Girl stared at her with awe and amazement, her body given virtually no time to rest as the reporter's hips slapped against her own, cock still plunging in and out in relentless determination.

Somewhere outside the basement, Hippolyta bent an ear to listen to Wonder Girl's screams of pleasure.

"We'll give them another hour," she declared. "Then I imagine they'll need to hydrate."

"But...your highness. I don't understand..." Cassie said.

"You will, my dear," the Amazon queen patted her shoulder affectionately. "I will make sure that before Lois Lane leaves this island, you understand all about it."