It had begun, biologists had often lectured that, genetically, a mammalian female was not biologically fully mature until she gave birth. Before that, without the sustained level of estrogen, the breasts did not fully develop. The Gods, and by Hera it must be Eros himself, had to be playing some cruel joke, starting Diana’s and Hawk Woman’s contractions simultaneously. That was far to coincidental for her.
Four guards appeared, each pair being, very gentle, and slid an arm under the women’s elbows to help them; however, when they got to the main hall, they walked Shayera right while Diana was walked left. While Diana did actually care for this child, she wanted to get this medicine ball, out of her abdomen.
The guards took her down a back stairway to the main floor, steadying her as she waddled, and thru a set of white doors walking her into a room designed to look like a steaming jungle...it was warm, and humid, but what caught her attention was a low-slung bed, perhaps only two foot or less above the floor, complete with OB Stirrups. Standing at the head of the table, flanked by Master Hans and Master Actaeon, stood her arch nemesis, Cheetah.
The guards went from supporting to restraining the rotund amazon “Cheetah! What are You doing here?”
The yellow furred feline woman stood proudly clad in just her fur, a smirk on her face, a single sharp feline fang showing under a soft lip as her rich wavy auburn hair cascaded down her back. “Welcome Diana” she gestured before her “Mister Davies invited me, please…lay on the table.”
Wonder Woman immediately began to struggle but as she did so, Cheetah raised a hand, feline claws extending from her finger tips and a contraction hit. Her two guards resumed supporting her by her elbows and gently pulled her to the couch at Cheetah’s feet, laying her back and pulling her wrists to her sides.
“Barbara Ann Minerva actually!” Diana panted as she felt the pull on her wrists. She was now laying flat on her back looking up at the naked feline woman, with a perfect view of the soft vaginal lips between the gracefully muscled feline thighs; Cheetah’s boa like feline tail flicking behind her. Cheetah’s only garments were a mystic stone belt; made up of some kind of white stone, a necklace and 2 arm bands made of the fangs of other animals. “You best be careful, these are trophy hunters, you could end up here instead of me.” Diana snarled.
Cheetal laughed, raising her clawed foot and pressing it down on Wonder Woman’s fore head “Hush child…if these men want a tryst with me they have but to ask….AND survive.” As if to emphasize the point, she extended her toe claws, so they gently prickled at the amazon’s fore head.
Diana felt the cool feline like pad on the bottom of her adversary’s foot with the grit and grime of where the other female had trod, and the needle sharp feline claws, caused her skin to goose bump. Hans and Actaeon moved to her ankles…beginning to strap them to the stirrups
“No, wait!” Diana panted putting her heels in the stirrups “You don’t have to do that.”
Hans and Cheetah looked at Acteon who nodded, and Hans took up position crouching between her legs. Diana felt a sterile pad placed beneath her hips, and Actaeon gently began massaging her labia with sterile gloved fingers. Penetrating her and running his fingers around the inside of her body.
Wonder Woman’s head started to rise “What are you do…” only to have it shoved back down on the pillow by Cheetah’s foot.
“Stay!” Cheetah smiled.
She looked around Cheetah’s foot, up to where Master Acteon was now standing with Cheetah, his arm around her waist petting her flank.
“I know you have never given birth before” Hans said “I am checking you for dilation, AND having a bit of fun.” He smirked moving to firmly massage her clit with his thumb and her G spot with his finger. Simultaneously Cheetah took on an almost…heavenly aura and raised a glowing hand.
“GUHHHNH!” Wonder Woman grunted as a mind blowing climax wracked her body leaving her smooth neathers sopping wet…what’s more, it did not stop…”Unggh hnng hhhhuhhhh!”
Hans smiled up at the other two “I think she LIKES it…”
Cheetah looked over at Acteon “Shall I stop it?”
Acteon shook his head “naa….she’s been good…”
Cheetah smiled down ferally and the glow on her hands intensified
Wonder Woman’s reaction was immediate “AHHHH! Ohhh GREAT HERA!” her back arching as her toes curled. Her eyes looking up at the feline woman from under her foot with a desperate question…”
Cheetah smiled “Oh your wondering HOW? You see Diana, I am a goddess now…” she leaned over, raising her foot a bit so her toes pressed more firmly on Dana’s fore head, her weight shifting. Cheetah used single clawed finger to trace a pentagram on Diana’s distended abdomen, leaving a golden glowing trail “In fact, I am a FERTILITY goddess,” She shrugged “among other things.”
Still drawing lazy teasing lines on the gravid belly Cheetah chuckled “In fact, I know Hera is in sleeping on Mount Olympus, awaiting a resurgence in followers in some far flung future, and if she DOES show up…I will make her one of Acteon’s trophies as well!” she licked her fangs as if savoring the moment.
Diana’s ears were ringing as the uncontrolled orgasm continued, her vaginal muscles strained, contracting constantly in the nonstop orgasm.
Hans stopped fingering her and ran his palm appreciatively over her bald pussy “It will probably be about another 30 min, while she dilates.
Hans stood up and wiped his hands dry of Wonder Woman’s fluids while Wonder Woman, still pinned under Cheetah’s bare foot, watched the 3 of them begin discussing, something…she could not believe this, an orgasm was a powerful enough thing when with someone you loved, hell with someone that gave it to a woman, but this…endorphins flooding her system, muscles straining and the mind-blowing pleasure. Every so often she’d try to raise only to have Cheetah step down more firmly, and without even glancing over said “stay!”
The three of them conversed as time went by, Diana groaning and writhing like a beast, her body covered in sweat, stomach contracting. Cheetah’s tail flicked lazily, and the two men complimented her. Diana could barely focus on the black spots on Cheetah’s legs leading up to her moist mound and firm warm muscled rump.
“P..p..please…” she gasped.
“Stay!” Barbara repeated….
It seemed like an eternity but finally Hans moved between her legs “Yea she’s crowning.” He looked up at Diana “Gonna be a good girl?”
Diana nodded panting desperately.
“Ok Cheetah…turn her off…were close…”
Cheetah smiled moving her foot over Diana’s mouth “First…kiss it.”
Diana’s eyes flashed a moment of anger…but she quickly kissed the sole of the Cheetah’s foot.
Cheetah rolled her eyes “you call THAT a kiss!?” extending her claws.
Acteon put a hand on Cheetah’s shoulder “Barbara…do..”
With cat like agility, Cheetah spun and knocked his hand away, her claws extended, letting out a feral roar “The named is CHEETAH! And not until she kisses my foot…I am a goddess mortal, do not mistake my charity with my obedience!”
Actaeon stammered and took a step back, she really was feral as Cheetah looked back down at Diana “now…. slave…. kiss it.
Diana groaned in exhaustion, her vaginal and pelvic muscles would be strained and in pain for who knows how long, from the strain. She moved her nose into the crook of the toes and kissed, her tongue extending between the toes and around the curve of the needle-sharp claws, looking up at the smug satisfaction of the feline woman. Blessedly Cheetah dropped her hand and the continuous orgasm subsided, leaving Wonder Woman panting and dizzy.
Cheetah lifted her foot and leaned down, kissing Diana’s sweaty fore head “Good girl. Now be a good brood mare and do what the doctor says.”
Hans looked up from where he squatted “Now Diana when you feel a contraction…PUSH…”
Diana felt the contraction, and pushed, the people around her watching. She felt so exhausted from the prolonged orgasm. She wanted to believe that the concerned looks were real, she could not care…for a child…she did not want the child alone, but she did not want to have to care…this was not her choice.
She felt another contraction and pushed…somewhere she heard “Here it comes…” there was another contraction, and there was a cry.
Hans smiled up “As Cheetah promised, Acteon, you have a son…” as he placed the child on Diana’s abdomen. The small offspring began to nurse… and Diana was shocked at how…pleasant that felt “Are…first births…supposed to go that fast?”
Hans frowned “No, and the child is awfully small…Actaeon would you like to cut the Umbilical?”
Diana watched as “The father of her child” cut the umbilical…leaving her nursing. Then she felt another contraction “Unnh!”
Hans moved back between her legs “ahh TWINS!” she smiled.
Acteon nodded knowingly to Cheetah.
The second child was delivered as quickly as the first…Hans smiling “A girl!” only this time he handed the child to Cheetah.
Diana blinked “What is she doing?”
Smiling like the cat that ate the canary and produced Diana’s golden lasso. Slipping it around the bewildered Wonder Woman’s neck like a dog leash she said “Part of the, fee for my assistance” she said “I believe that you will screw this up Diana, Mind you I am not ORDERING you to screw it up, but you goody two shoes ALWAYS do…you see Acteon is a HUNTER…I will take your daughter…and we will go to South America, Brazil, the REAL amazon, not some Greek island. Once your little nation is enslaved and put in their place, I shall raise a new Amazon nation, only they will not worship Hera…they will worship at MY feet! And your daughter, will be my high priestess…after all a trophy hunter never wants to KILL the prey species completely
Diana began to raise “you can’t...my daughter…”
Cheetah smiled “She will be well cared for” She said, holding the Golden lasso.” And you won’t remember a thing, you gave birth to one child, a boy, small but strong and healthy, with Acteon Davies as the father.” she tapped Wonder Woman on the head, and the heroine leaned back, sleeping softly as her son nursed.
Acteon collected his son and gently rocked him “And you, my son, will one day take my place.”
Cheetah smiled, and vanished as Acteon looked at Hans “shall we check in on the hawk?” Acteon looked back at the slumbering amazon, her turgid breasts rising and falling exposed to anyone’s view, as her new son lay on her abdomen suckling quietly on the pink stretched areola, her soft pussy lips had contracted down to their same beautiful folds between her thighs. Acteon smiled, turning off the light leaving the hapless amazon in the dim light “I own you…you’re mine.”
Wonder Woman slumbered, her son nursing, the entire mansion unaware of the soft golden glow beginning to light Diana’s cheek. A familiar spotted feline svelte shape faded into existence beside Wonder woman, holding Diana’s daughter to her own breast. Minerva smiled a feral smile, and crooked her finger, causing the sleeping infant boy to levitate. Off of the breast and hover in the air.
Walking with a deliberate grace on padded clawed feet, her tail flicking back and fourth lazily the super villainess smiled down at her nemesis. The Cheetah lifted a foot and pressed it down between Diana’s breasts, meaning forward to transfer her weight to that foot, feeling the amazon’s unblemished smooth skin under her foot and watching the woman beneath struggle gently to inhale.
“Laying on your bed after whelping your litter, BITCH?” she smiled leaning down to extend a claw from her finger and run it gently along the curve of her adversary’s jaw. Cheetah smiled, showing sharp…feline fangs, and swinging her foot around to sit her furry butt on Diana’s swollen soft breasts, her soft boa like tail laying down the length of Wonder Woman’s body. She levitated the girl to float next to her brother as she slid back onto Diana’s abdomen, the amazon unconscious under Cheetah’s spells and the influence of her own lasso.
Cheetah leaned forward so her mouth was JUST above Diana’s slumbering face, she used a finger claw to move a strand of jet black hair from Diana’s face “don’t worry Diana, as much as I HATE you, you were a worthy adversary…Your daughter will not be a slave, if that fool Actaeon, believes I am going to provide him a feeder base for my daughters…Noooo, Your daughters will be raised in South America, on the amazon river, but I will train them to be an army…MY army, and they will worship at MY feet.
Cheetah leaned in and gently took Diana’s throat in her mouth, the fangs gently nipping the neck, causing the sleeping amazon to moan in arousal as Cheetah slid her furred hand along Diana’s exposed breast, squeezing it firmly “ohhh yes, moan whore, You and your sisters will be bred by the Physical CREAM of these males. You and your sisters will provide me with amazon daughters to raise, But unlike you” she said nipping Diana’s chin with a smile “When I have enough followers, we will put these males in THEIR place…I will usher in anew era, of a matriarchy…but don’t worry, you won’t miss your daughter, you won’t even REMEMBER her.” She smiled and lead in placing a crushing kiss on Diana’s lips….her tongue thrust into the dark haired beauty’s mouth exploring at will as she ground her groin against Diana’s bare abdomen. Grasping Wonder Woman’s heard in her hand she lifts and ground her tongue into the soft mouth of her nemesis.
Wonder Woman moaned into cheetah’s mouth her tongue trying to fight back at the invading muscle, her arms trying to move, but Cheetah simply moved to pin the amazon’s wrists above her head, and using her town tongue to thrust Diana’s back into her own mouth, holding it captive. Cheetah’s eyes glowed a bright pure white… as the helpless amazon was engulphed with the white glow, Cheetah’s free hand moving back to a breast, her claws penetrating around the base of the soft gland arching her feline body she broke the kiss. Hovering above Diana’s open mouth as Cheetah inhaled, consumed a soft frosty white mist being drawn from within the amazon. Diana’s body arched under the weight of the other woman, her eyes open, without seeing as the mist was drawn from her body, all memory of her daughter fading as the feline predator above her consumed it…
Cheetah enjoied her meal, for once no interruption, no hero arriving, just a feral cat, enjoying her prey in the solitude of her lair…Closing her eyes she drew in the last of the Amazon memory and swallowed, the glow going thru her as the Amazon went slack.
Panting with arousal, Cheetah gathered herself, kneeling above Wonder Woman’s head, the amazon mouth just inches from the soft white folds of the Cheetah goddess. Slowly, with a delicious Malice, Cheetah lowered her muff over Diana’s nose and mouth, wiggling her hips, using Diana’s nose to part her own supply lips and then lower her body, sealing her pussy over the other woman’s nose and mouth.
Immediately Diana began to struggle between the soft muscular furred thighs of the Goddess. Cheetah responding by hooking her ankles over Diana’s upper arms, pinning them, and grinding her hips against Dana’s face “Yessss!” she hissed “that’s it Diana…struggle!”
In her induced slumber Dianas cold only try to shake her head, left and right teasing the woman above her pleasantly, Diana could not breath and instinctually her tongue pressed out trying to push the moist clingy folds away from her nose or mouth, Causing Cheetah to yowl in pleasure as she slid her hips up and down the amazon’s face, washing Diana’s face in her won juices “that’s it whore…pleasure your goddess!”
Wonder Woman was completely helpless, with no one to aid her, her face taking on a blue tint as her enemy suffocated her in her own folds.
Cheetah chucked “oh no, you will not get off THAT easy bitch, you won’t die, your going to be a breeding cow with your sisters” she kept Diana’s spirt confined to her body as she continued to grind her pussy into Diana’s face, the clear thick fluids coating Diana’s face and dripping down her cheeks and chin.
Cheetah rode the amazon’s face like a bucking bronco, but no matter what she did, Dianna could not throw off the powerful goddess. In the dim light the shadows flickered erotically as Cheetah gripped two hands full of the silken coal black tresses and pulled Diana’s face into her groin
Diana could do nothing accept use her tongue…Slowly, like a horse being tamed, her struggles lessened, and her tongue began to lap more...obediently…more desperately, as if sensing her only relief was her mistress’s pleasure.
Finally, Cheetah arched her back and yowled! Her juices flowing down onto the woman beneath her filling Diana’s nose and mouth, as she sputtered and swallowed.
Closing her eyes, her pussy still sealing the amazon’s nose and mouth, Cheetah caught her breath, taking a deep breath, she smiled looking down at the face of her adversary still buried in her groin. Cheetah took a deep breath and calmed her pulse “I waited a LONG time for that Diana, I promise you, it will NOT be the last time. She finally lifted her hips, allowing Diana to gasp, her color returning.
Cheetah smiled, and levitated the young girl back to her arms, pressing the child’s lips to her own breast where it began to nurse from the feline woman. The boy she levitated back to the amazon breast, watching as the new mother instinctively cradled her son.
Cheetah nodded to the girl “I shall call you Jaguar, though men shall know you as Eve, come eve…lets go home and allow this cow to go back to her farm.
The first thing Diana became aware of was the air against her bare skin…it was cool but pleasant, like a cool breeze on a hot summer’s day. She could tell it was dark, a dim light, like twilight, the soft sound of water, like a fountain. As awareness returned, she felt something on her abdomen…warm, with some weight, and a pleasant feeling from her right breast.
Unwilling to move, to perhaps do something to whatever delicate thing was on her front, her eyes opened showing a room, with rice paper walls, and clean straw mats…very oriental like, she was on tatami…the lighting giving the effect of sputtering candle. Memory flooded into her as she looked down at the small male child suckling at her turgid nipple. Maternal instincts flooding in, she cradled to quiet newborn as she sat up, she was still completely naked, though she had been cleaned, and while her muscles felt fatigued and achy, she felt more relaxed and at peace then she had ever remembered.
Standing up, she saw an opening in the wall, anyone walking by could see her naked form, though the hallway outside was deserted. Standing wither don in her arms, holding him to her breast, Diana could hear the sounds of Shayera groaning along with at least 2 masculine voices, too muted to make out words.
Gently rocking the young male at her breast, Diana slid open the rice paper door and walked down the hall toward the voices. As she drew near they became more distinct.
Grunts and groans “Ahhhh that’s it Shayera…like that do you?”
chuckles “Damn that computer really unlocked her libido?
Diana now made out Brad’s’ voice “That’s it Mr. Savage, finish off and that should finish HER Off…”
Diana slid back the door and entered the room. The same subdued lighting though the wall had an opening shrouded by an opaque drape. Through the drape Diana could make out a bright room, that had a rustic farmhouse look to it, no, it had the look of a gigantic human sized chicken coop. A slatted ramp opening could be seen and large brooding boxes lined the wall with pillow like “nests” that had the artistic look of straw.
In the center of the room, on her knees bent forward lay Shayera. They had repainted her as a hen chicken; her body in thick white latex, yellow for her legs to her knees, and hands to her elbow and a form fitting mask, to give her the appearance of s chicken head with a soft yellow beak. They had even gone so far as to attach some elaborate white feathers above the cleft of Shayera’s rump to simulate tail feathers.
Shayera lay in a large brooding box in the center of the room, her bleached white wings lay outstretched as if in obeisance to her betters, with none other Vandal Savage, the killer thru the ages of her lover, Carter Hall, who’s own blood and renewing soul resurrection have Savage his immortality, standing outside the brooding Box; held Shayera’s head in his grasp. One hand on the back of her head the other under her throat, his erection pressed past the soft rubbery “beak” so it crushed against his pubic bone, down Shayera’s throat.
Behind her, the tail feathers on his chest; kneeling in the nest, Brad had Shayera trapped and spit roasted, holding her flanks he drove his erection into the woman. Diana could not make out Shayera’s expression with the chicken like make up on, but she had no doubt with the conditioning she had, she was taking her lover’s killer down her throat with ease and a wild abandon.
Brad, his boisterous self, have Shayera’s flank as hard sharp slap as he thrust, and Diana saw Shayera’s stomach pull up and her back arch.
“Ohhh yea!” Brad smiled “another contraction…that’s 2 min apart! Hey Hans? You sure I am not going to poke this kid in the head as she is born?”
Standing in the back. Dr. Hans was watching. Hans smiled “Just get her to climax, if you climax, a little extra lubrication won’t hurt.”
Diana stood watching the scene as her upper body twisted right to left, swaying the little bundle at her breast. She was not sure what upset her more, seeing her friend reduced to a brood hen for her adversaries, or that she did not feel the need to immediately act.
Meanwhile Vandal savage smiled own, holding her head thrusting and muttering something, it seemed to Diana, drawing some kind of Egyptian sigils on her head, and over her heart and her abdomen.
As she was roasted, Diana could sometimes see Shayera’s heavy breast swaying and felt a pang of regret as it inspired the thought of a plump chicken breast.
Diana had no idea how long she had been left asleep since her birth, but she remembered them tugging Shayera this way when Diana had gone into labor. They must have been on her for hours?
However long it was…the show was rapidly approaching its climax. Brad’s thrusting became almost frenetic, while Vandal Savage closed his eyes and pulled the one Egyptian queen deep into his groin and held.
To Diana…it was like a still picture. Both men arched holding as deeply into the woman between them. The only movement, the only sound came from Shayera’s throat as she swallowed what she was being given.
Slowly, as if waking from a satisfying dream…the 2 men pulled from the fallen heroine. As Brad withdrew, Diana could see Shayera’s water break. Brad skittered away as Hans moved up. Shayera lowering her chest to the ground spread her knees and began to push.
The crown of an infant’s head quickly appeared. Shayera groaned softly and Brad chucked and had out his cell phone narrating “Ok Cyber World, here it is, your watching Cyber Brad’s child being born. That’s right podcasters, I wanted to be the first one to knock up Chicken woman and here it is…she has been at my feet for the last twelve months and it all comes down to this. Cyber Brad 1, Hawkwoman zero!”
It was not long before the infants head delivered, then the shoulder and with that a baby girl was born, complete with stubby untethered wings on her back.