[The Treatment Site]

“It is an addiction,” Malaika said, standing with Wonder Woman outside of a clean white tent in a more isolated but still safe place away from the village proper. No more clues were needed after that, but she let the General finish her explanation. “It is an addiction to… a man’s…” she began, but was struggling to string all the words together.

“Cum,” Diana said, to the General’s surprise. “I know about it.”

Malaika nodded understandingly, realising that being a woman of the world, of course superhero would know about this global epidemic.

“Yes well, there are many women in the militia affected by it,” the General went on. “Luckily treatment is quick and painless, if a little inconvenient at times. All the soldiers are healthy though, apart from this. You arrived at a time that many take their treatments since the men are also often on their breaks now.”

Wonder Woman nodded, her arms crossed as she contemplated the situation. Slightly worried by the look on the Amazon’s face, Malaika moved to the tent flap. “I can show you the facilities,” she said. “They are clean and private. The donors are respectful and discrete. Please, come in to see.” So the superhero followed the soldier into the tent, ducking under the raised flap. The air was a little musty and it was warmer inside, but not uncomfortably so.

“Ah, General Malaika! Here for another dose?” came a man’s deep, accented voice which seemed to surprise the General.

“Oh! I… I thought this tent was unmanned today,” she stammered in response,and Wonder Woman saw the sweat on the back of the soldier’s neck. Realising now that the General herself was one of the addicted, she stepped further into the tent.

“Well extra doses were requested,” said the man, who was dark skinned and shirtless and sitting in canvas chair, a magazine in his lap. “It’s just the start of my shift and- is that… oh my God! Wonder Woman!”

And the man was on his feet now, his face bright with pleasant surprise.

“I was telling the Princess about the situation here,” Malaika said, trying to salvage the situation as best she could, all the while trying to keep her foot from tapping. Diana noticed the symptoms starting to show in her usually stoic companion. The twitch in her body. The change in her breathing. The way seeing this rather attractive, tall African man had raised Malaika’s heart rate.

“Oh I see I see,” the man said. He was again surprised when the superhero extended a hand to greet him. “Very pleased to meet you Wonder Woman,” he said, shaking eagerly.

“The pleasure is mine,” she replied, gracious. “What is your name?”

“Kweku,” he answered quickly, and watching the Amazon commit this to memory made him smile even wider. “So ...ahh… you know all about this?” he wondered, gesturing around the spartan but sterile setup of this treatment tent.

“I am aware,” she said, not giving anything away, then looked to the General. “Do you need a dosage now?”

Malaika looked up at the woman with wide eyes.

“I… I… it’s okay,” she stuttered. “We should move on. I know you are busy and-”

“I can wait,” Wonder Woman replied. Now the Africans looked to each other with uncertainty.

“I am good to go,” Kweku offered chivalrously, to which Malaika swallowed hard and her eyes drifted down to outline of his already stiffening member beneath those white cotton shorts.

“Then… I shall only be a moment,” the General told Wonder Woman, but the Amazon didn’t move.

“If you don’t mind, may I observe the procedure?” she asked, and the two locals who had grown up with each other traded shocked expressions.

“You want to… I mean... I don’t… Why?” blurted Malaika finally, whose military trained calm and formality was slipping. Wonder Woman was able to keep composed, not betraying a flicker of anything other than a serious, professional demeanor.

“For academic purposes, General,” she said. “I come from an island of Warrior Women, and while we do not appear to be susceptible to this blight, I feel I should be informed of its treatments in case the situation ever changes.”

Malaika and Kweku took this in, and seeing the truth in Wonder Woman’s eyes they were able to take the claim at face value. And to themselves they kept the secret that having this Amazon watch them perform the act was an exciting thrill neither of them knew they now desperately wanted to experience.

Deception was never one of Diana’s preferred modes of operation, but this was different. She needed to keep the truth of her condition hidden, especially such an exploitable weakness as this. She also knew that her stated academic goal was only a half truth… that her desire to observe them was simply that. A desire.

“Let’s get started then,” the volunteer grinned as he started to pull down his shorts but the General raised her hand to stop him.

“Wait,” she said, suddenly uncertain again, giving the Themysciran Ambassador a worried look.

“It is fine. Just proceed as you normally would,” said Wonder Woman. “Do whatever you need to. Pretend that I’m not even here.”

General Malaika couldn’t believe how absurd this situation was. As if one could ignore the presence of this shining example of feminine strength standing before them, her eyes watching intently. But, being the trained soldier she was, Malaika battled on. She gave a small nod, looked away from Wonder Woman, but of course would stay acutely aware of her the entire time. Kweku was still all grins as he watched the woman with the shaved head sink to her knees.

“I’m ready,” she told him, looking up with that now familiar gaze. He put his hands together behind his back as she pulled his shorts down slowly, patiently revealing first the dark patch of compact, curled pubic hair, then the man’s girth which was clearly robust right from the peek of the base of his shaft. Diana kept a straight face but could not tear her eyes away, and she dared not blink. Inches and inches of the black man’s manhood kept presenting itself as those pants rolled down his legs. It almost seemed like it would have no end, until finally the waist band reached the tip, went over it and allowed the massive cock to spring up. Diana heard the General sigh, and now she wished she was in the African woman’s place instead.

The Amazon had been with men before, but none of them were like this. Even in those videos she had done some research on the night before, they couldn’t compare to the live flesh and blood she bore witness to in this stuffy tent. Kweku’s cock must have been nine inches at least, and even with its remarkable thickness the thing seemed out of proportion with the rest of his lanky body. It could barely stand under its own weight, hovering at a 90 degree angle, seemingly heavier at the bulbous tip.

Wondering how her addicted friend would even fit it into her mouth, Diana managed not to gawk when Mailaka immediately showed her that it would. The General’s thick lips quickly found the head, giving it a big open mouthed kiss, both of her hands wrapping around that ludicrous rod. Both participants moaned and Wonder Woman had to swallow the lump in her throat.

The soldier looked like she was squeezing the man’s cock more so than stroking it, her lips never parting from the tip as she pushed herself onto that mushroom head, her tongue swirling about the increasing amount of flesh that was in her mouth. She popped it out after a few seconds, her hands now starting to move up and down his shaft in a gentle twisting, milking motion.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day, Kweku,” she told him breathily, staring up at him. “Waiting for your cock.” She shifted her eyes down to the thick hard flesh, pulled it up and pressed her lips against the underside. Her tongue then snaked out and she began to lick. There was a lot of skin to cover, Wonder Woman saw, and Malaika seemed more than happy to do the work. She flattened her pink muscle out as much as she could as she ran it up his taut surfaces inch by inch, like she was painting a fence only the fence was his black cock and the paint was her spit.

“I know you have,” Kweku said, rolling his head back then sighing. “I have saved a big load just for you, General.” Pressing herself against his crotch, Malaika moaned, the thing longer than her entire face. Those hungry lips travelled down to his heavy, wrinkled, cum laden balls and she sucked on them desperately, one hand stroking up and down the midpoint of his dick.

Wonder Woman hadn’t expected the vocalisations. The words and the moaning from the General revealed a new side of the stoic woman. She could see how much she was enjoying the heat and smell of his skin, Malaika really rubbing her face in it.

“All mine,” the soldier groaned, still stroking the cock with both hands as she finally pulled her face up and away. “Your cum is just for me…” It was back in her mouth again, the flared head past her lips in one gulp. Her jaw kept opening and Wonder Woman’s eyes stared anxiously at how those lips kept stretching as more cock was fed in. The technique, as it appeared to be performed, was to keep stroking and bobbing patiently, taking him in deeper and deeper, all the while producing more and more saliva.

There was no way she could take all nine thick inches of him, but Malaika achieved a lot more than Wonder Woman herself imagined she could herself. The Amazon couldn’t stop imagining it, and realised her sex was starting to leak though her undergarment. The sights, sounds and smells were starting to get too much…