Cassie Sandsmark, aka Wonder Girl, a beautiful 20-year-old blodie, member of the Teen Titans. She is the daughter of the god Zeus. One day, he was kidnapped, by chloroform and put to sleep, for several hours, Cassie is taken to one of the islands, Hydra had, for brainwashing, where the guards take her to a laboratory.
The laboratory itself was strangely silent, only a low hum emanating from computers, and fluorescent lights kept it completely silent. A magnificent juxtaposition of cutting-edge technology combined with a "Frankenstein" sci-fi look, the lab was the product of millions of dollars and years of research and hard work. The four walls of the laboratory were lined with numerous computers, machines, and other electronic devices of various shapes and sizes. In the center of one wall was what looked like a central mainframe. All the other machines in the room seemed to be connected to that terminal in some way. Near the center of the room was a large stainless steel table, about 7 feet high and 4 feet wide. It was at an almost vertical angle, resting on a hinge that tilted 90 degrees. Attached to the table were 5 thick steel clamps on what one could reasonably gather were the locations of a person's hips, wrists and ankles. Even more pieces of equipment surrounded the table, and instruments hung from the ceiling above, connected by a mass of wires and wires to the surrounding walls. The laboratory seemed like you imagined it should be the laboratory of a mad scientist. While one of the scientists, the stars of the Galaxy and their staff were busy, running around the room checking and checking different pieces of equipment, the group of soldiers entered the room, led to a dazed and naked Cassie. They stopped in the center of the laboratory, between the main terminal and the vertical table. Three soldiers stayed with the young woman, one in each arm and another a few meters behind her, pointing a tranquilizer gun loaded directly at her back. The doctor approached the young woman stunned by chloroform, looking at her perfect shape and grabbing her tits for a few seconds. She groaned a little as the tranquilizer began to wear out, leaving her with a split headache, worse than the nastiest hangover. "Hello, my dear," the scientist began, when he noticed Cassie was awake, speaking in English but with a thick German accent. He placed his finger on his chin and raised his eyes to meet his own. "I've been waiting to meet you for what seems like an eternity. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Versklaven, and I have been observing his impressive accomplishments with the Teen Titans school for many years. In fact, you can consider me your biggest fan." He took the opportunity to get his first long look at the beautiful woman. What a picture hit. At just over six feet seventy-seven tall, he would put any supermodel on the planet to shame. His hair was always impeccably manic, but he still maintained a touch of wild side that only begged to be tamed. Hell, he mused. "You are even more charming in person than I could have dreamed." At this point, he was starting to feel enough that he could now understand what he was saying and what was happening around him, even if he was still too weak to do anything. In this regard, since her bracelets had been taken off, when she was stripped naked.
The laboratory itself was strangely silent, only a low hum emanating from computers, and fluorescent lights kept it completely silent. A magnificent juxtaposition of cutting-edge technology combined with a "Frankenstein" sci-fi look, the lab was the product of millions of dollars and years of research and hard work. The four walls of the laboratory were lined with numerous computers, machines, and other electronic devices of various shapes and sizes. In the center of one wall was what looked like a central mainframe. All the other machines in the room seemed to be connected to that terminal in some way. Near the center of the room was a large stainless steel table, about 7 feet high and 4 feet wide. It was at an almost vertical angle, resting on a hinge that tilted 90 degrees. Attached to the table were 5 thick steel clamps on what one could reasonably gather were the locations of a person's hips, wrists and ankles. Even more pieces of equipment surrounded the table, and instruments hung from the ceiling above, connected by a mass of wires and wires to the surrounding walls. The laboratory seemed like you imagined it should be the laboratory of a mad scientist. While one of the scientists, the stars of the Galaxy and their staff were busy, running around the room checking and checking different pieces of equipment, the group of soldiers entered the room. They stopped in the center of the laboratory, between the main terminal and the vertical table. Three soldiers stayed with the young woman, one in each arm and another a few meters behind her, pointing a tranquilizer gun loaded directly at her back. The doctor approached the sleeping young woman, looking at her perfect shape and grabbing her tits for a few seconds. She groaned a little as the tranquilizer began to wear out, leaving her with a split headache, worse than the nastiest hangover. "Hello, my dear," the scientist began, when he realized Kate was awake, speaking in English but with a thick German accent. He placed his finger on his chin and raised his eyes to meet his own. "I've been waiting to meet you for what seems like an eternity. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Dr. Versklaven, and I have been observing his impressive achievements in school for many years. In fact, you can consider me your biggest fan." He took the opportunity to get his first long look at the beautiful woman. What a picture hit. At just over a met in height, he would put any supermodel on the planet to shame. His hair was always impeccably manic, but he still maintained a touch of wild side that only begged to be tamed. Hell, he mused. "You are even more charming in person than I could have dreamed." At this point, he was starting to feel enough that he could now understand what he was saying and what was happening around him, even if he was still too weak to do anything. about that. "I am honored to be the first to subdue the famous Wonder Girl. This is going to be a pleasure, I'm sure," he cackled with joy. At the sound of his own name, he gathered enough energy to speak, the effects of sedatives still wreaking havoc on his body and mind. She looked at him and asked, "What... hacEr... you... To want... against... I...?" knowing full well that I wasn't going to enjoy the answer. "I'm glad you asked," he replied, and his demeanor returned to a more serious tone. "For many years I have been at the forefront of biological and technological research, trying to improve the world through advances in science and medicine. After decades of work and sacrifice... The governments of the world have decided that some of my theories and experiments are too "risky" and "unconventional". They gave in to political pressure instead of seeing the value of my life's work. So now they want to shut me down. Luckily, I had seen that day coming and I prepared." He gestured towards the laboratory around him, specifically his loyal guards stationed in the room. "I knew they would try to stop me. I came up with a plan: how do you say... Kill two birds with one stone? Isn't that the phrase?" I... No... down..." He cut it in the middle of the sentence. "In recent years I have achieved what others would not even attempt: a breakthrough in biotechnology that even the world's most 'daring' and 'renegade' scientists were too morony or too fair to attempt. To be frank, I have created a more perfect human being. Specifically an advanced soldier to help me carry out my plans for world domination." He called one of the soldiers stationed near the back of the lab. The man stepped forward into the light for her to see. Cassie discovers scared, that it was her boyfriend, Connor Kent of 24 years, Aka Superboy, who was supposed to be on a mission in Spain. Now Connor was completely naked and was now a genetic marvel: 7 inches tall and 280 pounds of solid muscle mass, his penis now looked stunning, despite being flaccid. Not an ounce of fat could be found in it. Unequivocally loyal and obedient, he had been kidnapped and enslaved by the doctor for the specific purpose of raising children, only to be adopted by families for a good price. Connor's face showed no signs of thought or emotion while standing, or recognition of his girlfriend. The young man was looking into space. A communications device wound up behind his ear, further differentiating him from the other soldiers. This allowed the doctor direct communication with his slave. At first, this was designed as a way for the doctor to direct their positions in the field. Now, the evil scientist had other plans for his muscular slave. "I thought I had already found the perfect soldier... Maybe even the perfect man for my purposes, until I set my eyes on you, my dear. Seeing you at school, it gave me new ideas, new thoughts about how much more I could do, how much more I could get. Just by looking at your perfect body I have realized where I could go in my quest to create and control the perfect human being. Since I already had the perfect man at my disposal, why not the perfect woman..." His voice died out for a second, and he smiled from ear to ear. I'm going to match my perfect man with the perfect woman... You. Smuggle your offspring conditioned by my breeding methods I will create a factory for children." He laughed maniacally as Cassie tried in vain to free herself from her bondage and the clutches of the soldiers around her. "No!!!,,," he groaned. "You will... nYou will get away with it. It's crazy." He fought his captors, his body still too weak to do much good. "Oh, I think I've already done it," he joked. "Take her to the table," he ordered the three men guarding the young woman. She was firmly escorted to the table set up in the middle of the laboratory. Ésimoey pulled him away from the tcapaz and placed him standing on it, with his feet resting on a small platform that extended from its base. "Détente... please..." she pleaded. "Don't do this to me." The soldier ignored her pleas and ordered the soldiers to hold her to the table. It was held firmly in place, as first her waist, then her ankles and wrists were tied to the thin, hard layer of metal with thick, hard pieces of bracelet-shaped steel. Now he was practically motionless, and liked it or not at his mercy. "Start the preparations," the doctor barked at his subordinates. A handful of lab technicians in white coats ran from machine to machine, typing commands on a computer terminal or reading results from a monitor. With a twist, the table began to recline until it was almost completely horizontal, leaving Cassie, staring at the ceiling above, the sinister instruments dangling a few feet from her position. "What's wrong?" he asked groguilly aloud as technicians moved almost a blur around the table from one machine to another. He tried to sit or get out of his bonds, but unfortunately without all his strength he was going nowhere. "Well, since you asked," he replied, walking and looking down on his naked and prone body. "I'm going to start the next phase of my experimentation. I'm going to transform your body from a party machine to a procreation machine... By becoming a mindless mother obedient to a whole factory of children, then I will give them to families who cannot have children and who pay well to adopt them." "But for that, I must make a presentation to potential buyers, so we have decided, so that you become, the first mother of these children, next to your boyfriend, who has already been prepared as a father." But first, I'm going to show you what happened to your friends. At that time, a television showed Wonder Woman and Donna, pregnant, the leader of the aliens and Supergirl and Power Girl, with their cat bodies, having sex, with several men.
At the same time, a lab technician injected the contents of a large hypodermic needle into his arm. A teal serum drained from the syringe into the s.or vein and soon flowed throughout his body, including his brain. She winked at the injection and immediately began to moan, the injection distracting her from the atrocious news she had just been given. "That's right, my dear, just relax." You will be the next in the Galaxy experiences. He smiled and stroked her tits, with his hands. Even though he knew she couldn't fully concentrate on her words, he told her his plans anyway. "The serum that now runs through your veins is a special concoction that I created just for this occasion. When charged with a small amount of electricity, it will cause certain glands and organs essential for the reproductive process to mutate and improve, allowing you to get pregnant and have offspring that is much stronger and more beautiful than other children." He returned to training, watching his pallor turn to the slightest shade of blue from the fluid invading his cells. "At the same time, your mind will also undergo dramatic changes. Your brain will be altered by my serum to more easily accept commands and instructions from my computers, just like my servant there. They will be able to access your mind, eliminating your free will and rearranging your memories, emotions, and personality as I see fit. Soon you will know nothing but a life of obedience to Me, your new teacher. You will become a mindless zombie, a robot-like woman who fulfills all my wishes and orders. You will obey me without question, and you will serve by my side helping me achieve my goals and dreams..." She even became a little eccentric at the thought of controlling what was once the most powerful and independent woman in the world. "Now, let Dad do his job, my sweet. Soon everything will end, and your new life as my slave will begin." He began equipping Cassie's body with delicate equipment for the process. First, he measured the size and shape of each breast, probably deriving sickly pleasure from stroking the of America's most famous woman. He slipped a long, thin, electrode-like needle into her erect right nipple, causing a slight gasp from the otherwise subdued young woman. The needle spread through her milk duct until it came to rest in her mammary gland, which had already absorbed a considerable amount of the mutation serum. He did the same with the other balloon, the needles connected to wires that ran to the ceiling and disappeared amid the mass of other wires and cables. The doctor nodded. Next, the assistant took a long, thin, metallic, phallic-shaped instrument and expertly slid it into her sex, always so careful not to stretch, damage or take away the young woman's virginity. A set of wires and cables conducted from the device to the ceiling as well. He let out a soft groan, both in instinctive reaction to the cold chrome and in resignation that there was nothing he could do, that his fate was sealed. Finally, the technician approached a workbench behind his head and took a strange-looking helmet-like device. It was also built with a smooth chrome exterior, except for a set of lights at the front that were currently inactive. The helmet was elegant and lightweight and was lined inside with a set of thin metal contact pads. The pads were sandwiched along the hull with microchips and diodes and other types of technology. computer science. He gently placed the helmet on his head so that it was tight but firmly, covering his forehead and ears, the metal pads making contact with his scalp, temples and the back of his neck. She slowly shook her head from side to side, trying unsuccessfully to prevent him from connecting the device to ellun. He held his head still with one hand as he connected a series of wires in the helmet that connected to a computer parked a few feet from the head of the table. He stepped back and looked at the doctor, who again nodded and sent him away with a wave of his hand. The doctor walked over, looking at his "subject", taking every inch of his restrained and subjugated body... her sex, breasts and head now tied to their machines. He walked over to the main computer workstation and took one last look at the status monitors and readings lining the wall in front of him. Everything was ready. He rested his hand on a large mechanical lever as technicians and soldiers walked away from the table in a mixture of ugliness and anticipation. All but one, the 'super soldier', who alone did not have his place from his original position, and was now in front of the table. The doctor closed his eyes, swallowed hard, and took a deep breath as Cassie turned her head to the side. She made eye contact with him one last time as a tear dripped down his soft, supple cheek. He smiled softly and pulled the switch, making the process move and change his life forever. The lights in the lab dimmed slightly as the energy from them drained into the apparatus surrounding the table. He gasped and groaned quite loudly as the electric flow surged in his body. His back arched as the power quickly pierced through it, his melons trembling and trembling from the energy bombarding them. It ran all over his body and scattered on the metal table and downstairs of the laboratory, easily propelled by the serum compound that was now permanently embedded within his physique. Before his very eyes, his body began to change, to transform into the perfect woman to raise an army of children. Her mammary glands began to grow until they almost doubled in size. The skin in and around her breasts began to expand, as her bust swelled into more than two cup sizes and four inches, increasing from a 38DD to about 42FF. Her nipples and areola stretched in proportion to the volume of the breasts, and they became hypersensitive and hyperstimulated. A small drop of milk leaked from one of the needle-pierced nipples, dripping down the side of her huge globe and landing on the table. Within their sex, similar changes were taking place. Her vaginal muscles were strengthening so that she could receive all sizes of male limbs, especially the large shaft of the super soldier waiting for her. Their female organs were stimulated to increase egg production and increase the likelihood of having multiple offspring at the same birth. At the same time, his brain structure also began to transform. The helmet scanned his mind, tuning in the frequency of your brain waves and turning them against it, using them to transmit computer data to your skull. The electricity buzzing above the helmet made it increasingly difficult for him to think or concentrate, until any ability for logical or rational thinking was removed from his mind. It was as if the helmet was able to segregate the part of his intellect that contained his free will and block it, in effect erasing it from his consciousness. His personality, memories, and emotions were also suppressed, allowing the computer to take almost complete control of his mind and feed his new "programming," instructions, and commands that would shape his new life. In effect, what made her a human being and an individual was taking her. What remained of it was little more than an automaton, a "human robot" incapable of much higher thought processes than obeying orders and following orders. It was becoming a meaningless and emotionless living machine... 'created' for the purpose of having children, to finance all the illicit activities of the doctor. After about half an hour, the process was about to be completed. His body, which previously said goodbye in reflexive reaction to the transformation process, now lay stiff as computers had gained full control of his mind. Her breasts, huge and heavy, rested powerfully on her chest. His pectoral muscles had also been enhanced to support the weight of the giant balloons. Her face was now a blank slate, just like the soldier standing near her. His eyes were closed, and a strangely peaceful look had food on his face. As the machines shut down, the room became eerily quiet, much more so than before. Kate, or whatever she was now, lay still and silent, her only movements the constant rise and fall of her breath and an occasional blink. The doctor looked around the room, while everyone looked at him. Wrought? He couldn't wait to find out. He approached the table with some caution, as if waiting for her to jump off the table towards him. He looked at the young woman's body, ordering his assistant to unlink her from devices and restrictions. He watched intently as technicians carefully removed the diodes from his chests and the robotic phallus from his chests. She didn't flinch in the slightest, a sign to him that maybe, just maybe, it had worked. Even though he seemed powerful and confident in front of her and her men, inside he wasn't sure if his methods would work on such a strong individual. Now, very soon he would find out. Finally, lab technicians unplugged all the cables from the helmet. The lights on it flickered at a steady pace indicating that it was running at full capacity. Like his slave-soldier, the doctor wanted to maintain a constant link between his brain and his computers. However, he decided to leave the helmet on him. Fearing that her free will and individuality could resurface with just a simple headphone transmitter controlling her, she felt the need to make the helmet permanent. He knew that she was a strong young woman, and that he was lucky enough to have found a drug powerful enough to disable her long enough to be removed. I didn't want to risk, I know that she could somehow free herself from his control. Besides, with the plans he had in store for her, it's no longer like she was going out in public anyway, so it didn't matter what she looked like or what she was wearing. The table came back to life, this time returning to a vertical base. The doctor walked to confront her, while his men retreated. She stood perfectly still, tall and stiff, with her arms at her sides as if she were in the spotlight for inspection. Her breasts, although large enough to cover much of her torso, still had a bit of vitality that could only be described as artificial, even though they were 100% flesh and blood. Her nipples covered her tits at a downward angle, a drop of milk occasionally seeped into the floor below. His facial expression never changed, he stood there, his eyes closed, his mind did nothing but wait for his master's first order. Finally, the scientist mustered up the courage to speak. Even though this day was a dream come true, the fruit of a lifetime of work and experimentation, he still had more to do to achieve his ultimate goals. When he felt an agitation in his pants, he cleared his throat and uttered the first orders to his new servant. "Slave, wake up." Hearing these words, his eyes widened suddenly. Success! They were quite wide, their pupils dilated, giving his face a very empty look. He looked forward blankly, waiting for his next order. "One step forward." After a second or so, he stepped forward, off the platform and onto the ground. It was a kind of awkward movement, as if his brain was still announced. simply to receive signals from the helmet and send them to your body. Her breasts bounced slightly as her bare feet made contact with the hard tile floor. However, his face never changed, keeping that distant gaze all the time. A wide smile flashed across his face. I knew I had. Now the question was... What to do? Should he do what all the villains around the world had dreamed of and get away with it? No. He composed himself. That could wait. There was work to be done. She ordered Connor to come to her. Face to face were standing, Connor and Cassie. Destined for the rest of their lives in the service of their master. Now, their bond was going to deepen. "Slave, kneel before him," he ordered the young woman. Slowly and mechanically fell to his knees, his glazed expression now staring straight at his crotch. "Have oral sex." After another pause, Cassie obediently walked over and began to suck her partner's dick with her mouth. She began to caress him, slowly at first, then faster as his member began to flail. The girl began to suck it for a few minutes, until Connor came inside her mouth. Now it was time for the young woman to get pregnant. Connor swayed back and stood up to the attention once again. Then Cassie, moved away from him and leaned towards the waist, spreading her legs shoulder-width apart. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the table, getting ready and giving him (and everyone else in the room) a full view of her tight, virgin, wet vagina. His jars hung from his torso like two huge udders, just over a couple of feet off the ground. "Comience insemination," says the doctor. Now it was the young man's turn. He stepped forward and placed his huge left hand on his girlfriend's curved hip. With his right he grabbed his cock, now extended 9 full inches and dripping semen. He precisely put his head in Cassie's vagina, penetrating her and taking her virginity. Unconsciously the young woman made a cry, as she feels pain, as she was losing her virginity. But in fact, neither of them showed any other kind of external emotion. It was whether they were performing a simple task, just doing a job they had been told to do. He swung back on her hips and drove his pelvis towards her again, each thrust becoming a little faster and more powerful. He milked her with her improved vaginal muscles, her calculated movements designed to get pregnant as quickly as possible. It certainly didn't take long. After a couple dozen pushes, he was ready to get her pregnant. A tension filled his balls, traveling rapidly along his axis until the pressure reached his head. Only then, it exploded in him, shooting load after load of fertile sperm deep in his belly. She continued to pump her semen into it, making sure it was filled with her life-giving fluid. Only when he was completely exhausted did he withdraw from it, his manhood already beginning to deflate, and he returned to his lame hanging position. The two drones froze in place, the soldier with his hard half hanging in front of him, and Casiee still standing in his bent position. They finished with their 'work' and waited for new orders. Lab technicians quickly gathered around the motionless human robots. One half attended to the soldier, taking him from the lab to another room. Casie was ordered back to the table. She obediently stood in the right place, her giant breasts fluttering and bouncing as she climbed back onto the platform. A lab assistant places a cloth over your strong, smooth, perfectly round thighs, removing any foreign genetic material that may have dripped from your pelvic area. The table then leaned back to a horizontal position with the young woman standing. A technician was very happy to slide a pair of pure silk pantyhose over her long tanned legs and over her full hips. These stockings were specially designed to help her stay warm and comfortable while incubating her future children. A strange-looking monitor was placed on his tight stomach and taught, connected to the computer next to the table. It was essentially an ultrasound machine, which would track the fetus as it grew inside it. Cassie, was taken to a special room and designed for her to stay there for the next nine months until she is ready to give birth. She will have food and medical care, every day for her and her baby. Connor, will remain, frozen, until the next time, Cassie is ready to get pregnant again.
The doctor stood in the laboratory and broke into a devilish smile that stretched from ear to ear. Until this moment, a small part of him still doubted that his plan could go smoothly, that such a woman could be captured and made his obedient slave. However, it had worked. Oh, how well it had worked. Wonder Girl, once the most famous and powerful young woman in the world, was now little more than a pregnant, mindless, soulless young woman, programmed to serve and obey her master and bear children for the rest of her life.
Eight months later, Cassie gives birth, to a healthy girl, who was giving up for adoption, to a wealthy couple, who could not have children, for a large payment to the doctor.
The doctor, seen the money, will kidnap other superheroines, to brainwash them into, his children factory
Epilogue
One year later, Cassie got pregnant again, this time using, another superheroe. Nine months later, she gives birth to a helthy pair of twin daughters, that have the same fate, as their oldest sister.