Heroes on Whoreworld

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

In an elegant room decorated in beautiful and lavish adornments stands a large, muscular woman with orange skin and dark red hair. She stares out a window, looking at a distant planet floating in the black void of space.

A small petite girl with chalk white skin and hair enters the room, "Mistress, we will be arriving at Earth in five minutes. Are you sure this is what your father w--" The timid girl is interrupted by the large woman.

"My father is a has-been. His Warworld was an archaic failure destroyed by that Kryptonian and he has fled to the unknown regions like a coward." The muscular woman turns and glares at the timid girl with her solid red eyes, "My project is modern and will appeal to the masses of the universe with its provocative nature."

The timid girl nods, "Of course, Mistress. I did not mean to imply otherwise." Her big rainbow-colored eyes look to her mistress apologetically.

The muscular woman looks back out the window as Earth grows closer, "Whoreworld will be a triumph of gladiatorial sex entertainment." She smirks, "It is almost time to begin."