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(A:N: This is the final chapter. It was initially written for me by MuseCirque on Deviantart, and I’ve edited it to fit the story I wanted to tell. Check out that writer’s deviant art page if you want your own MC commission. )
In the throne-room of O’Deadly Darkseid, it was all over…
And it was about to begin.
It had been a fortnight. Each of his new slaves…all former champions of Justice…were now broken to Darkseid’s will. The once defiant fools were taken so easily by his fat, menacing and lustful Granny Goodness. After so much training, they now yielded to the Lord of Apokolips' every want.
The time had come to debase his new, powerful slaves. It was a way to flex his power, a way to show his slaves, how he could make them do anything. Darkseid was already prepared. He was proudly on his throne. His shining eyes fell over the attendants with satisfaction. His slaves knelt before him. Hero and Fury alike…they knelt, praying that their master would enjoy whatever service of them he now desired.
“Slaves…minions,” Lord Darkseid said to the enslaved heroes and his attending loyal ladies in his throne room. “You will now…give yourselves to me. You are mine to do with, as are all beings in this pathetic, little universe. And now that you’ve seen the truth…now that you yield to your master as you were always meant to… I, your gracious god, grant you permission to debase yourselves in my presence. Indulge in your wildest fantasies, take what you are able to take. Conquer what is yours by rights to conquer…for the glory of your master Darkseid.”
The best of his empire were present at the orgy.
Along with his loyal and faithful Granny Goodness, there were his beloved Female Furies- Stompa, Lashina, and Mad Harriet- each of them ready to have sex with the partners that Darkseid had officially chosen for them- Aquaman, Flash, and Superman.
The slaves were in their chains and collars. They were forced into this humiliating situation. They tried to resist Darkseid. But resisting Darkseid was impossible when the dark lord wanted you. So they all knelt, in their new uniforms, and trembled as their master spoke. They knew he was too much for them now…he was too big…too powerful. But they had also been conditioned to know the true powers of Darkseid. If they obeyed, if they gave him their all…then they would be given pleasures and treasures beyond possible comprehension. Deep down, they wanted to resist breaking their vows and becoming Darkseid’s submissive beast of burden and lust, and Lord Darkseid couldn’t help but to be entertained with knowing that they would be all too willing to participate. This spectacular orgy was to be their final Crisis, their final moment of surrender to Darkseid, thanks to his obedient Granny Goodness pumping their minds with no will but the will of Darkseid. The four beaten men would fuck their own kin now if Darkseid or his minions would whisper it to them. Their powers were broken, test after test they failed as they praised Darkseid and the powers he possessed. For now, the unfortunate men looked so pathetic, their limp dicks on their chiseled forms, obviously in a state of fear and dread, even hatred. The fear didn’t only show from below, but in their eyes as well, their shimmering eyes, their trembling bottom lips and the muscle contractions in their face… they wanted to be anywhere but here, didn’t they? Lord Darkseid couldn’t wait to see all of that change beyond their own will. He had seen the brave champions of earth submit themselves, over and over again, until now they were no more free of his mighty will then his mindless Parademons were.
Their current states of meek resistance surely made a great contrast with the eager and willing Diana, who knelt in a special place…right below Darkseid’s massive throne…ready to serve her perfect god’s any desire. Oh, how he enjoyed breaking his Wonder Woman over the past fortnight. How he took pleasure turning Diana of Themyscira…a beauty that had no comparison in any universe…into his addicted little slut. When Darkseid called them all to their debasement, the men mewled and submitted to their clear Alpha…and Diana moaned…Diana readied herself. She wanted to please Lord Darkseid…and her pussy leaked knowing it would soon yield to the God of Darkness.
Granny Goodness stood proud in her voluptuous, rotund beauty, a comical spectacle to pair with the once proud and defiant Superman. Before she broke the man of steel, she hinted that his perfect and chiseled form would be a prize worthy of her greatness. Over the days of training, Lashina and the other furies were better suited to break the stallion that was Kal-El into service. But it had all gone so well…and Granny was hungry for her reward. The great lord Darkseid knew that such a woman had never been Superman’s type before he had been brought to submission under the dominator’s power… but she would be now. His loyal soldier Granny proved to be such an admirable participant, though her body had aged as her position and power grew in Darkseid’s courts, Darkseid knew first hand what Granny’s body could do. The dark goddess had ways of making all men, even gods, addicted to her very breath. Darkseid hated the Last Son of Krypton. He loved knowing that he would now have no resistance to Granny. The man that once rivaled him for power in this universe was his to debase…
In comparison, the equally large Stompa, the thick, curvy powerhouses formed a great contrast to the other two beauties Lord Darkseid’s Furies. Lashina stood ready with her long dark hair draped across her back as she wore her black, revealing garb. Mad Harriet’s wild and exotic beauty proved tantalizing with her unruly green hair and bronze-tan skin, the madness shining in her brilliant eyes as she grinned wide in her green, skimpy clothing. Stompa looked lovely in her golden and red lingerie, leaving none of her wide body concealed to the imagination… but the clothes didn’t matter for any of them, for soon, they would be off. In a fair fight, these three warriors did not know if they had the strength to defeat the Justice League. But this was not a fair world. They outranked these muscular and fertile men. They were just meat to them, and their powers great with every enemy they conquered in the name of Darkseid. Tonight, they would see them become beast of the flesh, so that tomorrow, and for all nights to come the Powerful male slaves Aquaman, Flash, Batman and Superman would all submissively follow their betters wants and orders.
“You will obey any sexual order that I give you all, no matter how debasing or humiliating. You, like my beautiful cumrag Diana here, are the mere playthings of myself and my minions. You will fuck when I say to fuck. You will fuck how I tell you to fuck… and no shall never be an answer from you. I am your god…I order you to unleash your darkness tonight…and I order you all to like it. All of it." Darkseid's cruelty boomed throughout the throne room. "My furies, you are in command and free to dominate these imbeciles that I have given you for your pleasure. Do you understand, my loyal subjects?”
“Yes, our lord,” answered the three in unison, as they bowed their heads and held their hands in their laps. Each was so sexual, bound to live an eternatiy in the fetish gear that Darkseid wanted them to be in. They loved performing for their masters…they got off showing their master every nasty thing they could do with their womanly flesh.
“We live to serve you and only you, Lord Darkseid,” said Mad Harriet. “We’ll ensure that all you want us to do will be done, without question.”
“And we are thankful that you have given us these slaves to rule over for our sexual desires and fulfillment,” said Stompa.
“It would only be right for me to give them to you,” said Darkseid. “You do outrank your new slaves… although all fall short of the glory of Darkseid.”
Stompa grinned as she looked at the enslaved heroes. “You heard the lord. You’ll obey any sexual order that we give you..”
“And they must all please our Lord Darkseid,” said Lashina. She surveyed the kneeling, broken men. They all broke in the presence of the Furries’ unattainable beauty, “All while we give our god praise and adoration. Fucking you all…taking you all…it is all in tribute to the powers of Darkseid. We are going to see these men spent for Darkseid’s amusement…Won’t we, our slaves?”
The furies laughed as they began to strip out of their clothes, right before their slaves. All desired the flesh of the female furies. They wanted Mad Harriet’s bountiful curves, that they knew could contort, possess them and tear them apart with her mighty passion. They all wanted Lashina, more seductive than a thousand beauties across any world, and more lethal and vicious than any predator. Her hair was thick, black, and looked like it could whip any lover into obedience. And Stompa, without her Armor, the monstrously tall furry was all tits and ass. They were so big, even on her massive frame, that they appeared like weapons. Perfect, irresistible weapons. The Flash began to drool…knowing that he was surrounded by beings of pure sexuality. He moaned in excitement…and fear and he could smell Mad Harriett approach him with such command and terror. Arthur could not take his yellow eyes off of Stompa’s perfect, round ass…unsure if he wanted to spank it, take it…or lick it. And Kal-El, once Superman, now the Son of Darkseid…gave Lashina all of his focus…all of his lust. Since Granny broke his mind, Lashina commanded Kal-El each night in his bedroom. Every night she taught the Kryptonian a new deviant sexual act…a new way to use his perfect body to give his dominatrix pleasure and and debase himself for Darkseid. Some nights, when Kal-El killed something for Darkseid, he was allowed to celebrate, by pleasing all of the Furies at once. So now, the once moral center of the universe gave Lashina all of his focus. All of his devotion. He would do anything, hurt anything, just to get one more night with the twisted Lashina…and her ropes…and her irresistible cunt…
Soon, they stood in the glory of Master Darkseid and his defeated heroes with their bodies showing; no article of clothing hid any part of them anymore, or left anything to the imagination as they let the master and slaves observe their nude beauty. From their perky nipples to their long legs and shapely curves, they allowed the spectators to gaze long and hard- just as they hoped they would be treated physically- as they waited for Master Darkseid’s next orders patiently.
In contrast to the anticipation and desire that the furies showed, the heroes looked defeated in their captured state. Superman, Flash, and Aquaman looked at one another with shame and sadness as they wore their collars and chains with lights flashing on their collars. They knew they were all going to break. They hated themselves for it…but they could no longer fight the powers of Apokolips. They were granted a slight moment of awareness, of knowing that they were owned by Master Darkseid and would soon be forced to do all that he wanted to do. Despite their own initial wants, they knew they had to obey, and once Granny Goodness’s hypnotic powers kicked back into full gear…
“You will join them, Granny,” said Master Darkseid, “and with your mighty talents, you’ll ensure that all of the participants who are present for my glorious orgy shall have a good time.”
“Your wish is our command, Darkseid,” said Granny Goodness, as she also stripped out of her clothes. “I assure you that you will have all of your desires fulfilled… and we’re so thankful that you’re granting our desires as well.”
“Yes, Granny.” Darkseid muled to himself, “Yes…all of them…every…twisted…desire…”
His cock was already hard and prepared, all while his Diana massaged his shoulders and kissed his cheek. She was so eager for the orgy, though she had been well-prepared for it. How many love sessions had Lord Darkseid had with his corrupted and loyal Diana since he had won her under his dominance? He didn’t even know at this point. He had claimed her not only in his throne room, but in his bed, in his corridors, anywhere he chose to take her as she, in return, chose to offer herself to him. Diana was, on earth, a fierce warrior and a goddess of truth. But Lord Darkseid needed none of those things. He had all the warriors he could ever need, and the only truth a beautiful little bitch like Diana needed to know…was that the only truth was Darkseid…and now Diana knew it. That truth made Diana wet…it made the beautiful amazon yearn for her god…every minute of every day. She was dressed as his harem girl, and Darkseid knew that among his thousands of beautiful slaves…including the furies…Diana was one of a kind. It pleased him to know that soon, she would see the others give themselves to his will as well, all while their bodies were offered to the pleasure of the most honorable and beautiful women in his court. But she was his. The first moment he saw her…then tasted her…then took his Diana…he knew that she was his to pleasure…in any way he wanted his Amazonian slut.
“A God is giving to his servants… and his slaves,” said Darkseid. He reached out to stroke the leg of Diana, the defeated Wonder Woman. Standing on the side of Master Darkseid’s throne, Wonder Woman had been stripped out of her uniform and left in the nude, with the exception of her flashing collar and chains, along with the smile that she also wore. Still lost in her hypnotic trance and broken by her training from Granny. She was all too pleased to serve and praise her master, whom she had been getting to know well in her stripteases, dances, and the performing of other more intimate duties. She was even more excited for today… the day that she would be blessed with his royal scepter in the midst of her former allies, all as they learned to please the Darkseid with the same devotion that she had learned to serve the dark lord himself.
Diana wasn’t the only unfortunate slave who had been forced to stand beside Master Darkseid, for the former Batman, now nude and defeated in his chains and collar as Bruce Wayne, had been forced to serve him as well. In his new role, he felt like a perverse butler, fetching whatever his master needed, offering him his drinks, food, and other demanded items. It had also been rough to be forced to watch Diana serve the evil god’s every whim, especially since Darkseid gave him just enough awareness, even in their hypnotized state, to be conscious of the alter roles and duties they had to do for Master Darkseid. Bruce had always wanted Diana, and suspected that she might want him as well. But now there was only Darkseid in Diana’s heart and soul. Bruce had been forced to watch, over and over again, as Darkseid took Diana any way he wanted…and Diana just begged her god, master and conqueror for more.
Darkseid grabbed Diana by the hips as he drew her closer to his throne. He drew her into his arms, still sitting on the throne, as he shared a passionate and intimate kiss with her. It all belonged to Darkseid now. Bruce stood by, and Darkseid knew that they all belonged to him and his dark whims. He wanted to see all that he owned…all that he could take from these once noble fools.
“Begin.” The Dark Lord said as he devoured his Amazon’s soft lips. His orders could not be denied. His Diana moaned for her master…begging him for more. His stone hands explored Diana’s perfect flesh. Diana moaned and grinded her perfect form on Darkseid’s skin. Bruce watched as the woman he used to love, and the monster that broke them, held nothing back. Bruce fanned Darkseid as he took Diana’s tit’s into his mouth, and was not allowed to recoil when Diana screamed in euphoria from Darkseid’s power.
In response, the three furies took Aquaman and The Flash between them. They ran their hands on their chests, kissed them, and bent down to greet them as their hands moved along their members. It didn’t take long for their cocks to respond, especially as Granny Goodness’s powers kicked back in and they lost themselves in hypnosis and erection. They returned the kisses, the tongues, letting them caress and flicker back and forth as their cuffed hands reached up to stroke their fingers through the ladies’ hair. Soon, they couldn’t resist their scents, their beauty, and their seductive touches as they embraced the defeated heroes with pleasure. The furies were creatures of pure sex. They were also monsters…and they were going to sexually torchure and debase these men until they were all Monsters for Darkseid, ready to reave the world bear for him.
The orgy had truly begun. Lashina sat down on Aquaman’s cock as Stompa sat on The Flash’s. Lashina enjoyed Arthur’s massive girth, but the fish-man was already so close to cumming for her. Lashina knew how to give her lover enough pain that he would last. He was ranked so much lower than Lashina…he would cum for her only when she would order him to. Stompa’s pussy was so large, it engulfed the Flash. Her weight, her curves and her power broke the mind of the Flash. He became her half-broken toy for her, ready to pump as fast or as slow as the big woman demanded of him. They rested their hands along the men’s arms, stroking up and down their skin as they began to ride them and moan. The heroes moaned as well and planted their hands against the women’s backs, supporting them in their gallop, as they felt their pusses grip them with those milking walls. While Aquaman and The Flash let their faces fall into the breasts of the mounted Furies, Mad Harriet massaged their shoulders in a show of support, her tongue licking at their faces as sweat began to break out from the pores of their skin.
“Pathetic.” Mad Harriey said looking at the two broken men, with no breath left as they tried to withhold their climaxes.
“Tiny.” Stompa spoke. She had broken the Flash, just as she broke all of her lovers. Still, Barry Allen’s cock vibrated for Stompa, giving the Fury a ride worthy of her.
“Useless.” Lashina went on. Aquaman watched as Lashina took complete control above him. He was hers to use however the raven haired Fury desired…and Arthur Curry adored every moment of Lashina’s conquest of him. “Useless little men…just fucking take it…as I dream that I ride Darkseid’s cock.”
They rode and explored their men. The insults kept pouring out. It only got the former heroes more excited to be taken by their Furries.
"Master Darkseid, I'm so horny," said Diana. "Take me, Lord. Please." The enslaved Amazon had entered the same feverous state of craving as her male counterparts, for she locked herself with Darkseid as she bent over and allowed his hard cock to enter her from behind. She soon screamed in moaning excitement as she was bonded with her dark lord in her much needed and loved sex session, all while his hands grabbed at her hips and allowed her to swing back and forth with her breasts flinging under her, the lord able to ram into her with little effort from his seat. Before Apokolips…before Granny…Diana would have never allowed a lover to bed her like this. To be taken from behind…to be used, as the man plowed her ass, took total control and made each thrust about his dominance over her perfect feminine form. But now, Diana would have it no other way. She was obedient to her master…there was nothing she would not do for the evil god. But Diana liked feeling Darkseif conquer her…she liked knowing that she was more powerful…so much more powerful that she could ever be. She kept begging the most powerful man in the Universe to take her, and presented her perfect ass to Darkseid to encourage her lord and master to show her even more of his masculen, aggressive power over her.
The unfortunate Bruce Wayne found himself diving deep into his own hypnotic state as his worries and concerns died within his mind; instead, he could only support the beautiful sight before him, the sight of the powerful Darkseid breeding Diana like his bitch. Neither he nor Diana were the same heroes who had been absconded from Earth, the both of them now lost in their deep infatuation and devotion for their dark lord. Diana begged her Master to fuck her…to rule her with his mighty, evil cock. Bruce just stood there…should the superior being require anything as he owned his beautiful friend’s pussy.
Superman looked with shock at the changed states of his friends. How quickly they had shifted from their own apprehensive and frightful states to full-on hypnosis again. He felt unfortunate to have to watch them in those lost states of consciousness, now devoted to the pleasures of their owners. He also couldn’t stand the thought that the same state would be forced upon him. He strained in his cuffs and collar. Never had he felt so weak, so defeated, as he heard his chains ring out along the metal floor beneath him. To cement his victory over the Kryptonian, Darkseid needed Clark to know what he used to be…to know how far below him he truly fell. Seeing his friends becoming nothing more than sexoys and slaves for Darkseid made Clark remember all the horrors Granny and Darkseid had forced on him. The lives he took in their names. The betrayals to Lois through pleasing the Furries each and every night. Being trapped in Darkseid’s throne room was a nightmare, and he could only hope that he and his friends could break out of those mesmerized states before they were lost in that damned empire forever.
“Come, Kal-El,” called Granny, as the orgy erupted around them. It triggered him. The Man of Steel cracked just from the evil voice of Granny Goodness…and the evil that was Kal_El rose to take his place. Granny approached the enslaved hero now. She circled him and she knew that he was hers. With just a mere word from his Granny and the Superman was her bitch, “You must please me. Your Kryptonian cock belongs to me and exists to satisfy me. Show me how much you can…give your beloved Granny now. Don't go easy with your superhuman strength when you enter me, either… work me until I cum. I am your woman who rules over you, after all… and though I may be a… acquired taste in contrast to your failed Wonder Woman and the other ladies of your past, surely I am your taste now?”
The words proved to be true as Superman felt his cock rise in an erection. In his previous mindset, he found the old woman with her rotund body hideous and obscene. Now, his conquered mind found her extremely attractive, just as his other friends found The Furies to be, as Diana found Darkseid to be… He could not fight his new found need to please Granny Goodness. She was second only to Darkseid. Knowing that he was to please such a powerful, powerful woman made her more desirable than a mere human woman ever could be. His cock surged looking at Granny. It was still so debasing, but he was so under her control that it thrilled him to lose to the ugly, evil that was Granny Goodness.
“Yes…” Superman mumbled. He was about to do it…he was about to serve Granny Goodness as she had always bragged he would one day, “Yes, Granny…anything you want…Granny…”
As his chains dragged, he approached her, ready to ensure that all of her desires would be fulfilled in his servitude. He couldn't believe it. Once the strongest man on Earth as a Kryptonian born with magnificent powers from the aid of the Sun, he was now rendered submissive and weak; even if he still possessed his superpowers and strength, it all belonged to Lord Darkseid under the hypnotic power of Granny Goodness… and she made sure to put it to good use as he found himself spreading her legs as she laid down on her back. The moans that came from her mouth, even before he entered her, would have proved repulsive and annoying at one point, but now they coaxed him, so much so that it didn't even seem that his stiff staff shoved its head into her wet lips and thrusted deep into her. He was shocked at how her walls allowed him entry before they squeezed the hardened length with a welcoming hold.
"That's it… Superman," Granny Goodness moaned. "Obey." She moaned louder as she clutched against the Krptonian's bulky, chiseled body. Her legs wrapped tighter against him as her hands traced his broad shoulders, giving him more access to fill her. She felt like she was in paradise, so thankful to her Lord Darkseid for giving her this pleasure, and she could tell by the lustful pants and groans from Superman's red face that he was very much in the throes of ecstasy as well. The word obey…it was an aphrodisiac to Kal-El now. He was nothing more than a sex-slave then his better demanded it of him. Her pussy commanded the cock of the strongest man in the Universe. And it obeyed his Granny, and gave her nothing but his complete devotion as it pistoned in and out of Granny’s folds.
The heroes continued to be at the hypnotic mercy of Granny Goodness as they continued to join together with the women of Darkseid, focused on their continued pleasure and joy, eager to let them ride them, to take their thrusts and touches, until they could reach their needed orgasms for the dark lord. As they continued their work inside of the dark ladies' wombs, they found their minds alternating from moments of extreme elation to other moments of painful and humiliating realizations. In those later moments where their hypnotized consciousness slipped back to an enslaved awareness, they remembered that they were being made to perform in that degrading orgy, that this entire affair was wrong, that their old lives where much different…they each had loved ones, responsibilities and duties…all of which were mocked, twisted and destroyed as the flesh from the Furries coaxed them to new humiliations and pleasures.
Yes. Their old lives. Their heroics, their need to save the all too human and fragile population that couldn't protect themselves, their continued focus on stopping evil… not abetting it or being it themselves. And here they were, in a space where they couldn't return to their old lives, even if they wanted to, for they had been put to shame and debased out of their moral and virtuous natures, adulterated, tainted, destroyed. Surely, as the vaginal scent of the Furies, Granny Goodness, and the former Wonder Woman mixed in such an alluring concoction, as their cocks were rewarded with more pleasure in every diving thrust, every fall of the pussies that rode them, every suckle of those juicy nipples, those dainty hands that caressed them, the moans and the screams that greeted them to show what a good job they were doing in their tasks… could they ever go back to the lives they once lived? Those lives were all too dead at that point, and even if these loves were wrong, it was all they now had…. And the powers of Darkseid and his loyal Grammy Goodness were too strong for any of them to defy. In contrast, they could only enjoy themselves as they served their new masters with each push, each collision…
The moments of realization and shame continued to die out as the overwhelming pleasures continued to overtake the slaves in their sexual conquests with their new mistresses. The Furies moaned as they took turns riding The Flash and Aquaman; Mad Harriett was all too pleased to take her place on Aquaman's cock to experience the excitement that the others had been privy to with the enslaved former Justice Leaguers. She rested her hands on Aquaman’s shoulders as she threw her head back and whipped her hair, moaning as her eyes closed and she clenched her wet pussy walls against his staff. In response, she heard him moan into her ears, and she could tell that the heroes were forced to give in to their pleasures and enjoyment of the women to ride them. Aquaman was a mess. Lashina’s sexual control was confident, sensual and domineering. Mad Harriett was crazy. The rhythm of her hips kept changing. She demanded new positions and forced her enslaved lover to conform to her crazed thoughts. Arthur was on the verge of release and the Mad-Woman Fury was going to make him earn it with every wild fantasy that entered her mind. No mortal cock could handle the fantasies of Mad Harriett…Arthur was learning why most of her male lovers were driven insane by her pussy.
Lord Darkseid continued to let Diana collide against his cock from behind, his hands clenched in the firm and feminine cushion of her defined, round ass. His conquered bitch moaned from each thrust of Darkseid’s power. He laughed as he lifted her from his throne, no longer satisfied with allowing Diana to handle their pleasures alone. He took charge and clenched his leg muscles as he drew her towards him in their collision, allowing himself to ram into her. She had already been moaning and groaning from the hot actions between them; now, she was screaming in pleasure.
“Oh! Oh! God!” Diana bellowed, “Oh! So deep…you fuck me…so deep, lord Darkseid! My Master! Oh fuck…my god! You are the one true god of gods!”
She allowed him to ram harder as her legs stiffened for support and her hands fell to the floor, making the dark lord bend his knees as her body arched upwards in his hands. She pleaded for him not to stop, and it only drew him further into her, his deep digs stretching her walls, all while her wet puss squirted with excitement along her labia and down her lip, forming rivulets down her legs…
She was no longer a princess…no, she was a sleeve…a cocksleeve that could resist nothing from the powerful cock of Darkseid the Destroyer. His stamina was beyond this world, and Diana came, and squirted and pulsed for her lover…her conqueror…her one true god…
Bruce Wayne moaned as he stood beside the throne and observed the sights of not only Diana and his dark lord, but the entire court that were present for the orgy. The humiliation of his former friends, now enslaved to Darkseid through the aid of Granny Goodness’s hypnotic magic, seemed to inspire an erotic arousal within him as he merely stood to the side as Lord Darkseid’s butler. Just like the other enslaved heroes, his former life had been forgotten, and he only knew the pleasures that his lord’s empire provided for him and his fellow slaves. He couldn’t help but to stroke himself as he watched Diana’s ass slam against Darkseid, her asscheeks swallowing his tool. Darkseid liked knowing that Bruce, his pathetic mortal slave that thought he could resist a god…always broke down and payed tribute to his conquests of Diana’s perfect form. Bruce panted as he watched Superman attend to the needs of Granny Goodness. Bruce knew Clark better than anyone. How Clark must hate this…giving his cock to a horrifying woman. But she was their Granny, and Clark was as powerless as the masturbating Bruce when Granny wanted something from him. He felt his blood race as he saw his friends, Aquaman and The Flash, handle the furies who rode them, kissed them, caressed them… There were a myriad of sights. The Furies had traded themselves from one dick to another how many times? They had given orgasmic screams, showing the grand pleasure of their arrived completion, at several moments, to the point that Bruce lost count, to the point that he only wish to be with the Furies himself… it was not jealousy, but admiration, joy, wishing to partake in the philanthropic joys that his Lord Darkseid had to offer to them all.
Bruce praised Darkseid. Bruce prayed to Darkseid. Darkseid was the god of Bruce Wayne, inches away, destroying Diana and all Bruce held dear. As Bruce Wayne stroked his cock, he thanked Darkseid for taming them, for breaking them…for beating them.
Bruce felt so overwhelmed with elation, even in his solitary masturbation. He moaned and rolled his eyes. He sweated as he rubbed himself, faster and faster, lost in the sights that he saw around him. It hurt, wanting to participate, to be brought into Darkseid’s pleasures as a participant, yet it was still so arousing to see all of the wild activities unfold around him…
Bruce turned to see one of the Furies approach him at the throne. He saw that Aquaman and The Flash still tended to the pleasures of Mad Harriett and Stompa… but now, Lashina had seemed to notice him. A wicked smile came on her lips as she approached him and took his big, mortal cock in her hand. Lashina looked towards Kal-El and granny, and her hand tightened around Bruce Wayne… the goddess of Submission began masturbating Lord Darkseid’s butler. Bruce’s praise for Darkseid never stopped…it just increased as the sexy deity that was Lashina took all of Bruce Wayne’s cock in her perfect, feminine hand. Bruce was about to thank her, to submit fully to Darkseid’s sexy servant…right before she planted a kiss on his lips as well.
Lashina moaned as her tongue exchanged with the butler, licking and locking, joining together in their shared arousal. Bruce moaned back, enjoying the feel of the Furies’ tongue, right before his own eager hand moved onto her warm skin to return the favor. He explored the goddesses back, her shoulders…sensing Lashina’s wants, his mortal hands became more bold. Bruce found Lashina’s perfect ass. He grabbed it for a moment, eliciting more forceful kisses from Lashina. He found her tits. He was obsessed with the Fury’s perfect, round globes, and Lashina enjoyed his menstruations, and moaned from the force of the moral man’s grip. Her divine hand never left his cock. In this moment between them, Lashina owned Bruce’s cock. It was so hard for her. It was so hard for Darkseid. Diana was hollering like a hog about to be slaughtered, but Lashina knew how to hold Bruce’s desires towards her so she could keep playing with her boytoy. Before he knew it, his fingers were in her click, still hot and wet, sticky from her own juices and the previous load of his friends that existed with her.
Lashina was ready to play with Bruce Wayne now. She looked again at the Kryptonian she had been training…forced to worship Granny’s bulbose form…and she knew how to play with Bruce…to torment Clark…
“You know, little mortal…” Lashina whispered to Bruce. She whispered, knowing that only Bruce, her master and the Kryptonian could hear her, “You know what I have been…ordered to do these past nights. You know that I have been in the bed of your friend Clark…the Kryptonian has been my lover, I’ve been ordered to use my body to turn him into Darkseid’s obedient son, one thrill at a time...” Lashina, the goddess of submission, grabbed Bruce’s manhood. It yearned to release for this sexy, dark goddess...even as she bragged about fucking the body and mind of his best friend.
“Each night, each thrust from the Kryptonian…it brought the coward deeper in Darkseid’s eternal service. He got to play with my body…the body of a Fury…a body designed to please the most powerful being in the galaxy.” Bruce looked at Lashina’s form. It was perfect. All of the women Billionaire Bruce Wayne had bedded and none of them, not even Selina, ever commanded his cock the way Goddess Lashina now commanded Bruce. Darkseid had complete control of Diana. Clark got to experience the ecstasy of Lashina. Bruce was no enraged. Hard, enraged, and envious of his more powerful friend…just as Lashina wanted him to be…
And now it’s your turn, little Bruce…” Lashina came in close. She was in total control, and Bruce was going to yield it all to her now. With just the hint of an order, he would ravage her body as only a man…a great man…a greater man than Clark Kent could, “it’s your turn to prove if you’re more of a man then that pathetic Superman.”
Clark had no choice but to satisfy Granny. But he heard it all. He heard Lashina challenge Bruce. He heard Bruce growl, he saw Bruce look at him as a rival unable to resist the whims of an old woman. Bruce allowed the darkness to flow through his mortal body. Bruce found Lashina’s back, and grabbed it with all his lust. He was going to cuckold the Man of Steel. Bruce was going to fuck Lashian like she had never beem fucked before…and make the goddess admit that he was more man than Superman. That Bruce Wayne could fuck her with more strength, passion and domination than any man on any planet could. Lashina had been his, and Bruce was going to take her…take her in ways Clark Kent never could…right in front of Clark Kent…all to prove his ruthlessness to Master Darkseid.
Pleased to see his butler finally join into the fray…seeing that through his servant Lashina, the Batman and the Superman would spend their eternal servitude hating and competing with one another…Lord Darkseid cocked his head back and rammed Diana hard. She was the perfect lover, and it was time to mark her with his glorious seed. He felt himself squirt in thick loads within Diana’s body, enjoying the clench of her walls and the screams from her pretty lips. How it pleased Diana. The goddess of truth and love was now the evil beings cum receptacle, and it made Diana lose control as she came hard with her master Darkseid. She moaned his name…the once proud hero always moaned her man’s name now. The lord laughed as he finished spraying inside of Diana. Mere mortal men would have stopped; Darkseid was unstoppable. He knew Granny Goodness had trained his slaves to continue from one orgasm to the next…to make sure their great god Darkseid wanted for nothing. A solitary climax would never be enough; not for the orgies of Darkseid.
He sat back on his throne. He had conquered Diana. She moaned on his ground, a beautiful, broken mess that had no willpower to leave her dark and evil master. She was nothing but a whore and beautiful set of holes and curves for her man to use. And Darkseid would use her like only he could. Darkseid snapped his fingers, his eyes flashing as he called Diana towards him. He spread his legs.
“Kneel,” commanded Lord Darkseid.
With a smile on her lips, the moans, groans, and screams around her like music in the air, Diana knelt before her lord. He was so arrogant…so entitled…and his sneer and his hatred made Diana want him even more. She was just broken in half by the powerful god, and now Diana was being forced to please him again. She crawled to Darkseid…exactly in the way she knew her master wanted. Her hips shook, her ass moved back and forth…her massive tits fell to the floor, making her look more like a willing mare than a goddess and heroine. In her mind now, Diana wanted nothing more for her master to conquer her. She would debase herself in any way to encourage the god of gods to take her again, and again. Diana licked her perfect lips as she knelt below Darkseid’s massive throne.
With her hands resting on his legs, stroking his muscular calves, she opened her mouth and took his royal scepter into her lips. She spoke a silent prayer of its perfection, then went to her duties with a desire the enslaved princess never knew she had. It all drove him wild, the way that she treated his cock with the attention and detail a servant should always bestow upon her god. Her mouth was as pleasing as her ass and pussy was to Darkseid. Her beauty was undeniable, and now it all belonged to him. He was quite pleased with how quickly she took him to her throat, how she needed him to fill her as she bopped hard, up and down, against him, how she let his balls smack against her chin as she descended, only to rise and fall again, faster and faster as her tongue massaged the underbelly of his stone-like cock and her cheeks suctioned against it.
Darkseid let his fingers grip into the dark tresses of Wonder Woman. He turned his head momentarily to see Bruce interlocked with Lashina, now a participant in his grand orgy. The dark lord had an internal laugh. He had succeeded in corrupting The Justice League, in not only enslaving them to his own desires but making them submissive to their own. He drew out their own perversions, like roots that sprouted into heavenly flowers from their false soil of self-imposed virtues- truth, love, justice… it all gave way to lust, to endless need, to the addiction of desires in the Dark Lord’s court. As Bruce demanded that Lashina announce whose cock was bigger…his or the Kryptonian freaks…Darkseid knew that nothing was beyond corruption. Nothing in this Universe could resist his evils.
Darkseid gave a final chuckle before his attention was once again drawn to the beautiful Amazon who knelt and gave herself to his scepter. He threw his head back and moaned again. She was so good at this. Diana Prince was the greatest cock-sucker on any earth, in any time, and her beauty and skills were now enslaved to Darkseid, and only Darkseid. This was meant to be a small respit between claiming Diana’s holes…but the Dark Lord would not last long…such were the rewards of conquering the sexual perfection that once called itself Wonder Woman.
Through his half-opened eyes, he still saw the affairs of the orgy in his beloved throne-room, the satisfaction of The Furies with Batman, Aquaman, and The Flash, the manhandling of Superman as he now rammed into Granny Goodness with her thick thighs around his waist, her head cocked back as her gray hair stretched on the ground, her loud moans begging Superman to continue… what pleasing subjects and slaves. There were no heroes now. Only slaves…only whore…only holes that Darkseid could put in any position that pleased the all powerful master of Apokolips.
Seeing their pleasure only made him grip Diana’s hair tighter as he loved the feel of her palms and fingers on his legs, her lips against his cock, the amazement he felt in how she could take his long and thick tool inside of her throat, nearly to its base. Darkseid remembered how she resisted him, how she deified him. It made his perfect cock rise so much faster, as Diana’s eyes pleaded with her master to fill her throat with his mighty seed. She was his whore and spent all her hours learning how to please Darkseid better than all of his other whores could. She would be rewarded; they would be rewarded…Darkseid was a sexual being…and they were all…meant…to…serve…him…forever…
The dark lord climaxed again. Diana was covered in the seed of the god of gods. She was a mess…Darkseid didn’t care. He was not done playing with his Amazon. Here, now and in front of her friends, Darkseid would take Diana Prince again in any manner he wanted.
As Darkseid handled Diana, Bruce and Lashina had joined their flesh, and fucked each other through pain and fury. Lashina rested her back on the throne’s carpet, quite comfortable above the cold steel floor, as she stretched her legs and invited the former Dark Knight to enter her. Bruce did not hesitate; soon, his hard cock’s head found its way into the wet lips between the beauty’s inner thigh, and his staff took a plunge to allow the Fury to swallow him. They were locked from that moment, Bruce’s hands on her hips as he gazed into her pretty face, the Fury’s hands rubbing along his sides and down his back as she closed her eyes and moaned softly, savoring him, taking him in. The most mortal of The Justice League, Gotham’s favorite vigilante, was now hers, subject to the grip of her wet walls as they dripped and squirted against him, growing tighter as her muscles pressed against him to milk him and please him in his deep strokes. Soon, Bruce threw his own head back with loud moans, losing himself in the activity of ecstasy that they shared together, the clashing of her hips against his, the thick thrusts of his cock meeting her pussy as it swallowed him, as much as she took take, all the way to the base of his tool as his balls slammed loudly against her ass…
“Me…Or the Kryptonian?” Bruce growled at the powerful, alien goddess he was plowing. The pleasure was beyond anything the mortal man had ever experienced. But he needed more. He needed to, in a perverse and dark way, include Clark in his conquest of Lashina’s form. Clark got her first…Bruce would take her better though. He needed to hear it. It was all the enslaved man wanted, and Lashina had all the power to give it to him. She could break the mortal man…or the Kryptonian…and her pussy knew which of her enslaved champions of Justice she would break and which she would…honor.
“He’s so big…” Lashina went on. She held his focus. He was fucking her body, but Lashina was fucking Bruce’s mind, “He’s so big…and beefy…but, but Brucie?”
“What?” Bruce went faster. He leaned into her more. He remembered all of the advice he had ever received about sex. He gave Lashina everything he could, “Tell me? Me or him? Goddess Lashina…oh fuck…me, or him?”
“You…” Lashina whispered into her man’s ear. She knew Clark heard it too. She knew that Clark knew that, “For today…oh fuck…today you are more than him…you, Bruce. You!”
On the floor, right before the throne, they all heard Bruce shout loud. With a final deep thrust, Bruce unleashed himself inside of the screaming Lashina. Subjects and slaves, they came together, and their darkness grew. Bruce had just fucked a goddess…and would do anything to fuck her. More than that…Bruce would do anything to fuck her better than others…especially the Kryptonian that he once thought of as a friends. Their lord’s fierce and defiant Wonder Woman lay below the throne as well. She was covered in her master’s cum. Bruce was too weak to avoid it. Darkseid had been cuckolding Bruce with Diana for weeks, breaking the Bat and letting them all see who the Alpha was. Bruce felt a taste of that power with Lashina. For a moment, Diana and Bruce lay together, their shared fate of being used to bring others down as they gave sexual pleasure to the master of Apokolips. Wordlessly, they knew what was to come. The orgy was not done. There was more Darkseid and the others wanted from them, and it was their new mission to surrender it to them now.
Shared telepathy granted Darkseid a connection to Granny Goodness, Lord Darkseid scanned the minds and hearts of the participants in the room, especially his enslaved former members of The Justice League. The cosmic emperor couldn't have been more pleased. They were all quite enraptured with their sexual activities, each of them happy with their chosen partners.
Superman, who would have once flinched and gagged at the mere thought of holding Grammy Goodness in a compassionate and warm embrace, now lost himself inside of her womb with heightened exhilaration and lust. Bruce and Lashina broke another hidden layer of his pride. The only thing the Kryptonian cuckold could do now was please his Goddess Granny as he had been commanded to do.
Aquaman, Batman, and The Flash wanted more. They were commanded to give more. They were treated to The Furies as they rode them and allowed the heroes to thrust inside of them in return. There were no heroes among them now. They were all whores for Darkseid. They each cared for nothing but his approval and slaking their most carnal urges.
“What now?” Diana mewled to her man, “What does my master…the great, mighty and sexy Darkseid…what can your worthless slave give you next?”
Darkseid was most pleased with his personal bond that had formed between him and his Diana, for the Amazon made a loyal and devoted partner, open to all of his suggested positions and desires. She bowed so low for him, and presented her body as a trophy that only he was worthy to possess. Darkseid would waist no time for commands. He knew what was left unclaimed upon his Diana…and it was time to break her again.
Batman, Aquaman, and The Flash continued to submit to The Furies. After Bruce had released into the beautiful Lashina, she slid from under him and embraced him as she laid him down, kissing and caressing him, letting him relax until he hardened again… and then, she was back at their venture, as she let her labia swallow his tool yet again and sat upon him with her hands on his chest, allowing herself to ride with soft, sensual moans. Mad Harriett allowed her backside to be pounded by The Flash, as Stompa took Aquaman’s cock into her mouth. She wanted to taste the sexy fish-man’s lust.
"Release your semen at bay, Aquaman," Stompa teased in-between her slurps and licks, right before she slid her mouth back down over his cock and allowed it to punch at her throat. Up and down she bopped, all too delighted to hear the Atlantean groan with more than satisfied responses. It didn't take long for his to grip his hands against her cheekbones and hold onto her hair like reins, his eyes closed as he face-fucked her without shame, his teeth clenched in his drilling efforts. It amazed him how well he could handle Stompa’s size, and he turned to see that Superman had even less problems in dealing with Granny Goodness as well. The cushioning they both provided made the Atlantean and the Kryptonian quite comfortable with them, and to see the pleasure on their faces only coaxed the slaves to perform to the best of their ability.
The Flash rammed into Mad Harriett's ass with the same intensity. His super-speed came into the foray as he handled the Fury like a jackhammer, happy to hear her moan and scream in ecstasy as a result. He gripped her asscheeks and moaned loudly as he continued to ram into her, shocked by the great cushion she provided for him in their lovemaking. The loud and rapid slapping of his balls against her backside also provided a sound that turned him on even more, egging him onward, making him want to continue to bang into her as the sensation of her clenching ass muscles and the comforting grasp of her asshole soon brought his cock to its limits…
In his orgasm as he held the fury’s assheeks tight, the former hero moaned loudly, his own passionate cries mixing with Mad Harriett’s. She was wild but a natural beauty, so majestic in her handling of the hero, just as the other furies handled his friends. Flash could feel his superspeed slowing after the spilling of his seed, and he soon gave slow, calm strokes into her asshole before he withdrew his cock yet again. His labored breath began to calm as well, sweat running down his face as he watched Mad Harriet pull her ass off of his cock, right before she turned around and presented her breasts and yearning cunt to him with her legs spread open. He was a god of speed. When his sexual mistress wanted more, Flash needed just a few glances at Harriett’s wild, hungry form, and he was ready to give her another, devoted go.
So moments after The Flash recovered from their doggy-style session, he slid himself into Mad Harriet’s pussy. He was ready to please the beautiful, wild woman again. The glare of her mad eyes encouraged him as he entered her and held her tights, allowing her hands to clasp against his sides, which helped him in the ramming. It didn’t take long for his super-speed to kick back in, for the wild woman to moan loudly again, for her lips to call for more and more of his thrusts. It amazed him how much she could take, how she could let him drill deep into her center without any signs of holding back, how much she wanted him and he wanted her equally in return. His senses burned with passion as he felt her walls grip him, as her scents mixed so well with the aromas that mixed around him in the room… all of that passion. All of that sex.
The unending excitement came to Bruce now that he tasted his first conquest. He maximized his own speed and pushed deeper into the beauty before him. He watched as Lashina’s dark hair stretched around her shoulders. Their eyes locked and it gave Bruce a moment of weakness. This femme fatale, this exotic servant of Darkseid- how could he not feel less than her as she held onto his back and milked his cock with her pressing walls?
Just as her tight pussy walls squeezed his cock, Lashina continued to hook her legs around Bruce Wayne’s hips, drawing him close as he continued to thrust deep inside of her. He closed his eyes as he arched his head upwards, feeling his cock at its limit, knowing that he couldn’t take much more… and just as expected, he reached his apex. Batman moaned as he came inside of Lashina, all while he felt her arms and hands caress his sides and back, spurring him on as she screamed in her own orgasm. As the juices poured out of them to their last drop, Bruce slowed down his thrusts until he came to a stop. He pulled out of Lashina as sweat ran down their bodies. The heavy breathing they shared between them seemed to connect them more as they heard the loud movements of their fellow orgy participants around them. Bruce sat down on the floor with his hands pressed against his legs. He closed his eyes as he attempted to regain his normal breathing patterns, his head still awash in pleasure, his heart racing from the action he and Lashina participated in. As he gained control of his breathing and wiped sweat from her forehead, he looked down to see Lashina reach for his cock yet again. Before he could say anything, her head lowered to his cock and began to suck it, her lips moaning against it. He moaned again as he rested his hand on the back of her head, shocked to find his arousal return. How much more could he take? He couldn’t help but to find his curiosity peaked, and he knew that he would soon find out…
Darkseid laughed as he turned to see Lashina with Bruce’s cock in her mouth. “She’s not quite ready to let you go, is she, slave? When my Lashina wants a man…even a Super-Man…she wants him put in his place. I might have warned you, my mortal servant. She will conquer you in ways your lustful mind has never dreamed of. She’ll use all her magic, skills and seductions to make you obsessed with her. Come now, son…continue to cuckold the ‘Superman’. Prove yourself to me as my loyal worshiper…and take your joy, before she takes another lover and breaks you.”
Then, Darkseid looked to Granny Goodness as she rode on top of Superman. Kal-El, the once proud man, now killer for Darkseid, heard Lashina’s every moan. He heard each of Bruce Wayne’s powerful, dominant thrusts into what he knew to be Lashina’s tight and irresistible pussy. He continued to please his Granny…knowing that his younger lover would taunt him, break him as she said how much better Bruce’s cock was than his…assuming he was ever allowed to have her again. All Superman could think about was how deep Bruce was taking what was once his while he supported Granny’s massive girth with difficulty. She was so much woman, and demanded so much from her Kryptonian lover. Superman’s mind had been enslaved to Granny and all of her perverse desires. He gave all his focus, love and devotion to Granny while she dominated his cock…and made sure he could see Lashina’s face flushed with ecstasy about taking Bruce Wayne again. The two heroes, the two friends, would hate each other now until the day they died in service to Darkseid…and Granny and Lashina would enjoy every moment of forcing the two men to fight for their pleasure.
Darkseid liked seeing Kal-El suffer, even as his monstrous Kryptonian cock surged with the pleasures Granny forced upon her boy. It was what he deserved. The Superman that defied him was now a slave to Granny, and would kill his former friends if Darkseid merely whispered it. All the while, Darkseid played with the beautiful Diana, the same way he would soon play with Lois, and Clark’s cousin when earth was under his boot. The Master of Nightmares snarled, and turned back to Diana, who handled his cock well. He gripped her tighter as his cock slid back and forth inside of her, his mouth in a tight grin as he looked around his throne room. Each of them were ordered to serve, and no heroic thought could survive in Darkseid’s presence. They all just took what they wanted, fucked as they were bayed to fuck by their betters…and praised their one true god as they grew addicted to the ecstasy around them.
Lashina continued to treat Bruce to a healthy session of fellatio. Up and down, her head bopped as he held onto her long dark hair, his eyes rolling back as he moaned, then clenched his teeth, with the tightness of her cheeks and tongue against his shaft. Her spittle traveled down the staff as well, the saliva leaking over his balls, and he couldn’t help but to clench his toes as he planted his hands against the floor and let his thoughts sail away. The way Lashina handled him was like a professional, and he couldn’t remember any time that his cock had felt so good. She held back her teeth well, and he didn’t even feel them, for only her tongue and cheeks gripped him, allowing his cock to slide so easily into her and at such a heightened speed. He looked down as he gripped her hair tighter, only to moan again as he saw how rapidly her head bopped over him, how even his balls flopped against her chin from the friction and speed. His head had to lift and cock back again, his concentration broken as he gave into the tight, wet heat of her pleasurable mouth. The way his cock’s head hit her throat excited him, punching against it over and over again like a boxer’s glove, all as he could feel his pre-cum leak into her. The tightness of her mouth compelled him closer and closer to orgasm.
Bruce moaned as he released yet another load of his into Lashina’s mouth. His head felt so woozy as she lifted her lips from his cock, allowing the cum to connect to her lips like spittle with thick webs, right before she lifted the back of her hand and wiped away the sticky strings of cum. She rubbed Bruce’s chest as she lifted up, soon back on her feet, before she walked between the other Furies and their enslaved heroes. She saw Bruce, and knew that conquering the mortal would please her master. Lashina was the mistress of sex, but every move, and every thrust was in honor of her god…her master Darkseid. She needed to spend the last of these ‘heroes’. Only Darkseid was eternal. Only Darkseid could satisfy a fury’s lust…so best to get the rest of these mortal slaves done with, so that she and her sister’s could be available to give her master more attention. Lashina bent down on all fours, securing her hands and knees on the floor as she moaned loudly for attention.
Aquaman and The Flash came again inside of Mad Harriett and Stompa. The call of Lashina sounded like a summoning- and it was. After catching their breath and sliding out of the other Furies, they obeyed the summoning call. Flash stood in front of Lashina, right before Aquaman stood behind her. Soon, Lashina took Flash’s cock into her mouth as he grabbed her hand and pulled tightly on it. It didn’t take long for Aquaman to hold her thighs and slide himself into her ass. Both enslaved heroes were soon ramming into the Fury, sharing her between them, as they kept their feet firmly planted on the ground and were rewarded with her choking moans and groans on The Flash’s cock.
Lord Darkseid laughed again. He watched as The Flash and Aquaman double-teamed the beautiful Fury, all while the other Furies soon walked towards the spent Bruce Wayne. Darkseid’s butler didn't have time to react as he was pressed down against the floor, only for Mad Harriet to hop on his cock and Stompa over his face. Darkseid laughed again- to see the ‘butler’ struggle under that heavy weight on his face, yet show undeniable signs of enjoying that pussy that met his lips, just as much as he liked the mad woman who rode on his cock, gyrating her hips on him as she hollered wildly like a sensual banshee…
Darkseid knew what this was as he saw Lashina hold nothing back…as she saw the speed in which Harriett and Stompa took Bruce for his final ride. His Furries had done their duties, but they grew tired with their betas. They planned to spend their charges fast…as only the skills and lusts of a Fury could. Then, they would be free to please the Alpha…then, they could please their Lord Darkseid with all of their sexual skills.
The thrusts of The Flash and Aquaman moved faster and harder into the opposite ends of Lashina. The Fury’s muffled moans and screams were like music to Lord Darkseid’s ears. It amused him to see the enslaved heroes use their athletic forms for perversion and pleasure, instead of their former duties and responsibilities that came in saving the world. He had truly corrupted them and reduced them into lust-crazed fiends. Lashina took them, showing them her curves in blinding ways. This would be the end. Even two men at once could not withstand Lashina’s unyielding beauty when she wanted them to release everything they had.
The Flash and Aquaman continued to ram deep into the opposite ends of their shared Fury. Flash couldn’t believe how smooth her tongue was, how well her face handled his fast thrusts against her throat, though he took care to know just how to handle her, to keep her beauty in tack, all as her moans against him spurred him on. Aquaman was just as driven inside of her ass, the tightness clenching him, his balls smacking louder and louder against those shapely asscheeks. Between them, the Fury held her limbs firm to support her body, her knees and hands refusing to slide as they held her up like furniture nailed to the floor. All the while, she continued to suck The Flash and allow him to face fuck her without decorum, pleased to have him in her mouth and Aquaman in her ass.
It was time…times for her boys to fall, so that Lashina could rejoin her Master.
The Fury’s eyes widened as the cocks within her gushed like geysers within seconds of each other. The deluge of The Flash’s cum poured over her tongue and stimulated her taste buds, all as they poured down her throne. The splash of cum in her ass seemed to shoot as deep into her body as she could fathom. As her own muffled moan showed satisfaction over The Flash’s cock, the moans from The Flash and Aquaman’s lips also displayed that they were both pleased. The Flash’s speed lowered significantly in the Fury’s mouth, as Aquaman slowed down as well, right before they pulled their cocks out of Lord Darkseid’s beautiful Fury. Both heroes were now conquered. They would never want anything other than their Furries…and only serving Darkseid could give them such rewards.
Bruce was gone now. The mortal man exploded again. Only a direct order from his Master Darkseid would wake him now. The pleasure of having two Furies at once, after spending himself three times for his Lashina…Harriette and Stompa paid the former Batman no mind and they joined Lashina. Their men had been vanquished…they walked up…towards the throne of their god.
The noble and virtuous Superman couldn’t get enough of Granny Goodness’s thick and voluptuous body. The way his face was swallowed in her tits as he held her close and let her ride him didn’t fail to amuse the dark lord. Kal-El was charged with pleasing Granny, and Kal-El never failed when called to perform for Darkseid’s pleasure now.
Superman proved that he was just as good with his tongue as he had been with his cock. Granny Goodness had loved riding his shaft, but his mouth didn’t disappoint the hefty minion of Lord Darkseid at all. Gifted with super-speed like The Flash himself, Superman was able to bend and twist his tongue around the sugar walls of his hefty goddess, teasing every inch of her puss from the labia to as deep as it could wind, flickering and licking to taste her lovely, dripping fluids. It aided the super-powered former hero that Granny Goodness took pride in face-fucking him, shoving her cunt close against his lips, feeling their softness puckered up around her skin as his tongue continued to treat every aspect of her pussy to ecstasy. She lifted her head back again and moaned louder, louder, as she shoved her cunt back and forth against Superman, her heavy ass sitting on his neck and chest, her legs stretched out in front of her. A mere mortal man would have broken as soon as she sat down upon him; Superman handled her as if she were a mere ornament. She was shocked by how deep his tongue could go, how well he could switch the movements of it, and though its super-speed seemed to blur with time and space, it kept their lovemaking spontaneous, exciting, enjoyable….
“You please me, Superman,” Granny Goodness bellowed. “Don’t stop. Please me….” She fucked his face with more intensity, pressed her cunt against his face without worry of breaking him. He truly was the strongest man in the Universe, wasn’t he? With their minds locked, it was even more rewarding to feel her cunt connected to his pressing lips and his spinning tongue. Granny Goodness continued to moan loudly as her pussy rubbed against Superman’s lips with his spinning tongue teasing her. She knew she could come at any moment, and she did, her ejaculation pouring out of her in a deluge, covering Superman’s face in all of her sticky and sensual juices.
Her scents made Kal-El serve his Granny with more devotion. His eyes closed as he moaned loudly against her cunt, savoring her taste, letting it pour down his throat and his face, spreading along his chin and around his nose. He continued to lick at her beyond the dripping of her pussy, wishing to take in each drop that she could give him. His tongue slowed down, deactivating his super-speed, as she squeezed her thighs and her side, savoring her thick curves before his hands traveled down her thighs. He rubbed her up and down, his tongue now resorting to soft, longing licks before she lifted her pussy off of his lips. She helped herself up with heavy breathes, still amazed by the roller-coaster that she had just experienced, right before she looked around to see the others lost in their own sexual escapades. Before long, Clark stood behind her and embraced her, rubbing her stomach, right before his hands lifted to her breasts and played with them, his fingers circling around her nipples as he pumped his cock against her ass…
“Yes…oh fuck yes…take it Superman…take it…until I tell you to stop…Oh Fuck!”
“Yes…” Superman said, his thrusts gaining power rhythm now, “Yes, Granny! Fuck, yes…all for you, Granny…”
Unlike the others, Superman had no breaking point. He had no moment where the sexual bliss would ‘make’ him lose control. No, Superman was trapped by his own powers. He would fuck Granny for an age if she commanded him to, and Kal-El would only release if he was commanded. Granny’s reward would last as long as she wanted it to. As long as it amused the great Darkseid to see his former rival unable to resist giving his manhood to his Granny. Kal-El kept thrusting, moaning, and staying on the verge of a powerful release completely controlled by Granny Goodness. Granny was satiated like she never knew was possible. Her lover was perfect. His submission total…and his sexual control was more powerful than anyone could possibly imagine. She found her next release…a strong, anal release…and Granny came so hard knowing that there would so much more before she was done putting Kal-El in his place below, behind and beneath her.
Inspired by the romping of his slaves, Darkseid stood from his throne and turned Diana around. The former Wonder Woman knew what to do immediately as she placed her hands on the seat of the throne and lengthened her legs with their glossy muscles, her calves strong and firm as she presented her ass to Darkseid yet again. Diana wanted to beg for it…to beg her god to claim her ass. But words felt too small. So Diana just shook her ass…she shook her ass, hoping Darkseid knew that she needed him to take it…to claim it.
The Dark Lord pulled into Diana from behind, sliding into her with the same easy access as he had before. Soon the evil god was rewarded with Diana’s moans as her fingers gripped against the seat and refused to let go. She was his, it was his property, and she needed to keep her ass nice and high to make sure Darkseid could plow it the way she knew he would want. He slid back and forth between her asscheeks as he grabbed her long dark hair, forcing her head to look forward at the throne’s back before her, all as his ramming thrusts moved harder and deeper into her gripping hole. He was pleased with the smooth ride, the way her walls had spread against his cock, allowing him to fit inside of her with great pleasure. Her pussy continued to leak as rivulets poured down her legs, and Darkseid inhaled the scents of the lovely women around him as his hand clutched Diana’s hair tighter, keeping her back arched, all as moans and screams flowed from her lips and joined the chorus of those orgy participants around them.
“Your ass pleases me, Diana,” said Lord Darkseid. “Just as much as your mouth….your cunt… everything about you…” He groaned in pleasure as he dug deeper into her tunnel, savoring its grip.
“Everything about you…. And your friends…. Belongs to me!” He lifted his chin and looked upwards as he groaned again, louder, with the pleasing sounds of his balls slapping against Diana’s ass, her moans from her soft and pretty lips, the screams and calls of the slaves and minions around him…as his irresistible Furries now circled him…using their evil eyes to beg him to take them with the same power he was taking his favorite… How much it all kept him going. How much it made him want to cum, again, and again, and again…
It went for so long. Diana’s breath was horse from her screams. The other Furries praised their man…their god…as he put this beautiful creature in her rightful place. All the while, Darkseid wanted to cum. Diana’s ass felt so good from the start. Her beauty was making him pulse with need. And seeing the defeated men splayed around his courtroom…seeing how much more he was then them…how much they debased themselves in front of Darkseid, only to be outdone by his godly stamina…Darkseif took his pleasure, enjoyed Diana’s moans…and knew at last that it was time to take his reward.
Darkseid rolled his own eyes and moaned as he came again into his beautiful Diana. How he loved the cushion of her ass, the feel of her body. He heard her scream happily in response, now that she was blessed to have his seed spill within her for another time. She slammed her ass against him, wanting as much of his lovely white fluids inside of her as she could take. He felt as if she had drained his balls of all he could give, all that he could expend for now, much less want to…
“Good, Diana,” complimented Lord Darkseid. “So good. My most prized and beautiful slave.” He pulled himself out of her ass and wiped the remainder of his cum from the tip of his cock against those lovely cheeks. He slapped the right cheek and watched the entire ass wiggle in response. He looked around the room. They all served him. The furries looked on, their reddened faces, breathing heavy, drenched in sweat bodies, their desires fulfilled…all but their ultimate desire…to be seeded by their master after enduring such small mortals.
Darkseid enjoyed what he saw. But in truth, he was not yet done with Diana. She would join him in his chambers, learning to serve him in ways beyond the flesh.
Each of the others, slave and slave-master alike, knew what was expected of them in do time. As Darkseid walked past them, Diana crawling behind him like his broken, obedient bitch, they all knelt. They knelt before their lord. Their master…their god of gods. Darkseid looked towards Granny, still enjoying her Superman, and gave her leave to retire with him for as long as she desired to use him. Darkseid had slaked his pleasure, for now, and knew that there would be no escape for the heroes, now addicted to the pleasures only he, his court and his unyielding powers could provide them. They bowed so low for master Darkseid. They bowed low, praised their master…and vowed to commit any evil, any debasement, in Darkseid’s name.
Yes, the evening was exactly what Darkseid wanted…and tomorrow, when the former Justice League conquered earth in his name…Darkseid would get even more…from each and every one of his useless, submissive slaves.
Or perhaps, the Dark Lord thought…perhaps he might not yet be so satisfied. Darkseid was the god of many things…chief among them, he was the god of ambition. Darkseid looked to the three furies. Saw their perfect bodies, lustful faces and desires to put his new favorite in her place before him…and Darkseid changed his mind. He would retire with all four of the women…his women…and enjoy seeding each of them as only a god like him could.