Instruments of War
Chapter 3. The Inseminator of Doom
by Scarlet
WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and violence (nc,
MF). It is to be read by adults
only. If this sort of material
is not to your liking, then read no further.
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“Shit, Lexy! How
can she still be…uncompromised…by the facehugger thingie after
all this time?” Harley Quinn asked excitedly, slapping the right side
of her head softly with her right, gloved hand as she sat on the floor between
the Amazon’s spread-eagled legs watching the alien’s segmented
green tail pumping, throbbing, and twisting into Wonder Woman’s exposed
sex. The slapping action caused
the round balls on the clown princess of crime’s hexagonal collar and
double-horned cap to bounce wildly for a brief time, while she explained
her thought process.
“Batgirl was raped by you and twelve of your men AFTER this thing
had been put to work on ‘tits’ here.”
Lex Luthor, who had been standing silently behind the raven-haired Justice Leaguer staring unblinkingly at the incredible happenings with a silly grin on his face, shook his head from side to side for a brief moment before answering. “I have always found Wonder Woman to be a fearless and unrelenting warrior. Though she isn’t the brightest foe I’ve ever tangled with, I consider her to be one of the most dangerous. Still, she has one flaw that can always be exploited, but I believe it is that flaw itself that keeps her fighting against the inevitable now. Pride…she has a pride in herself that has rarely been equaled in all of history. It is her pride that drives her beyond all reasonable expectation to keep her body from becoming transformed from a temple of beauty into a weapon of doom.”
The bald arch-villain looked from the red, white, blue, and gold-clad Amazon to his red, black, and white-clad ally, his face suddenly filled with malice as he angrily spat, “However, I guarantee that not only will the facehugger succeed in destroying this temple of flesh, but that I will also crush that immense pride…even if I have to resort to the most disgusting, despicable, and immoral acts imaginable. Do you hear me, Wonder Woman? I’m going to soil you so thoroughly that even death won’t wash the stench away!” The purple and green-clad villain pumped his fist violently into the air as if to emphasize his point.
Wonder Woman was not unaware of what was happening around her; she was simply unable to respond to it. It took every bit of the energy she had available to keep her jaw muscles from relaxing enough for the facehugger to pry her teeth apart and insert the brain worm that would ultimately tame her and end her silent struggle. Her jaw ached from her efforts, and the back of her head and neck burned from the pressure exerted by the facehugger’s claws as its legs relentlessly pressed the creature’s body against her face. Worst of all, the Amazon was fighting a losing battle against the sexual arousal the alien’s penisoid tail was attempting to incite. Her sex was now far from dry, and this fact was something she found most alarming. Luthor had said the facehugger would not lay its egglets into its victim’s womb, her womb, until the victim had been brought to sexual climax. This alien’s two-pronged attack was insidious and unrelenting; it was the reason the species had persisted within an unforgiving universe over uncountable millennia.
The Amazon Princess had found it easier to fight the arousal caused by the facehugger’s raping tail when she was left in silence, with only her tamed teammate, Hawkgirl, in the room to look silently after her. With Luthor’s return to the room, came distractions. To have another women sitting between her legs, evidently watching the creature’s tail plunge relentlessly into her sex, was most disconcerting. But this was secondary to the distractions caused by two revelations. The first troubling revelation came as Lex and his companion had entered the room, and the villain had ordered Hawkgirl to fly to Diana Prince’s apartment and fetch a fresh Wonder Woman costume; evidently Luthor had used the ‘brain wormed’ heroines to learn her secret identity. The second disconcerting revelation had just occurred; Diana now knew Batgirl had been gang-raped and, with the hundreds of egglets already inside Barbara from a facehugger similar to the one the Amazon was now struggling against, would suffer a horrible death in just four more days as the now-fertilized egglets ‘hatched’ to larvae stage, matured, and were finally mass-birthed.
From the movement of the bound Amazon as she struggled on the X-shaped, metallic, bondage table, Luthor could tell that his words were reaching the heroine. “You know, Wonder Woman, you will be inseminated sooner or later, but it would be my greatest pleasure for it to be both later and before you get the brain worm,” Lex quipped as his glinting green eyes darted around the figure before him, searching for something else to do to increase both his fun and his advantage over the buxom heroine.
Wonder Woman moaned as she heard the archfiend’s words, for it displeased her that her own goals were the same as her tormentor’s. She knew that giving access to the brain worm could reduce damage to her pride when she ultimately had sexual climax forced upon her by the facehugger. She knew that eventually the physical stimulation could not fail to bring on a forced orgasm; Amazon warrior or not, still was she woman. However, she couldn’t surrender. Luthor had laid out his plans earlier, and she knew the brain worm would leave her Lex’s ‘instrument of war’ to be used against her fellow Justice Leaguers!
Harley’s gleaming blue eyes suddenly darted upward from her focus on Wonder Woman’s sex to stare excitedly at Luthor’s face. She asked gleefully, “Lex, baby, just how much of that thing’s tail is plowing Wondie’s fertile field?”
The self-proclaimed world’s greatest criminal mastermind simply grunted as he brought his attention to bear on his cohort’s question. “Hmmm…looks like three or four segments…the segments, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed, are quite flexible, able to lengthen or swell to an amazing degree. I would guess she’s taking at least eight inches with each stroke…maybe even a foot.”
“HEY! I’ve got an idea,” the masked, ivory-faced villainess suddenly proclaimed. “I’ve heard rumors that Wondie’s golden lasso has magical powers…that whoever is in the lasso has to obey the lassoer’s commands. Why don’t you simply try the lasso and command her to open her mouth?”
Lex Luthor frowned, a frown that deepened as Wonder Woman began yanking on her bonds in response to Harley’s words…perhaps indicating truth to the seemingly wild idea. It was clear that Harley Quinn did not understand his true goals of breaking the Amazon’s will and smashing her pride. “Hmmm…I don’t think that exercise will be necessary…look at how wet her crotch area and upper legs are. She won’t hold out for long, but as long as she does hold out…I’m going to enjoy every second of it!”
Wonder Woman was sure that she didn’t want her lasso to be used to defeat her…but she actually felt disappointed as she realized that Luthor was not going to avail himself of the tool. There was a reason for the disappointment…truth rang from Luthor’s words. Her sex was fully lubricated and she could feel the inseminator’s every move. She could feel it as the thick, bumpy, churning tail brushed across her engorged clitoris…feel it as it pushed past her puffy labial lips…feel it as it thrust deeply into her tight vaginal cavity. She couldn’t possibly hold out much longer!
Luthor sensed victory was near, and suddenly ordered, “Harley, get up and come over here. There can be quite a back splash when these things squirt their egglet-filled seed, and I don’t want any of it to find its way into you. I mean to let you feed my “monster” sometime soon, and I’m not going to be able to do that if I think there is any chance you have been compromised.”
Harley Quinn reluctantly got to her feet, still staring at the Amazon’s sex as the alien’s tail continued its relentless assault. “Damn,” the villainess softly grumbled as she made her way over to where Lex was standing, “this sucks! I had a real good view. Still, I don’t want to be birthing alien worms any more than you want your balls bursting!”
Wonder Woman’s breathing rate was necessarily increasing as the plunging, churning appendage in her sex drove her ever closer to climax. She couldn’t get enough air, her nose covered by the facehugger’s bottom and her aching mouth clamped tightly shut. She had a nearly unfightable urge to open her mouth and take a deep breath, but she knew that would be dire defeat.
Lex, glanced at the clownishly clad villainess standing beside him, grinned broadly, laughed loudly, and spoke proudly, “Harley, my dear, how would you like to join me in helping this alien monster defile the Amazon Princess before us?”
“Oh! Lexy…now that does sound fun!” the former psychiatrist twittered. Harley Quinn really did like screwing with the goody-two-shoe types. “Just what do I need to do?”
Diana moaned, not because of the words being spoken by Lex and Harley, but because of the growing heat in her loins. With each brush against her throbbing clitoris and each plunge into her steaming sex, she came closer and closer to losing the sordid battle with the alien monster.
Luthor carefully reached down and grasped the top Wonder Woman’s bustier, his battle-suit-gloved hands on either side of the golden eagle head between the Amazon’s ample breasts. With a swift pull of his mechanically amplified arm muscles, the bald villain tore the costume away from the Justice Leaguer’s upper torso. Lex commanded, “You work on that one…I’ll take this one!”
Wonder Woman’s eyes filled with tears beneath the facehugger’s body as she felt cold air blowing over her freshly exposed breasts, and she experience yet more embarrassment. A sense of hopelessness overwhelmed her! She was so close to climax she couldn’t think straight. As the alien’s tail continued to churn and twist into her sex…continued to rub across her sensitive clitoris…she plunged ever nearer to the edge of oblivion.
Harley Quinn took the Amazon’s massive left breast into her hands and began massaging it. She looked over to her bald partner to witness him trying to tease the nipple of Diana’s right breast with his gloved left hand, hurting the heroine’s tender flesh more than causing sexual excitement. “No, Lex,” the psycho psychiatrist said softly, “not like that. Suck her tit into your mouth, and when I signal…gently bite on her nipple.”
The Amazon Princess moaned loudly as she suddenly felt wet mouths sucking at the ends of her massive mammary glands. When sharp pain suddenly joined the sensation of pleasure that surrounded her tender nipples, she drowned in sexual release.
With the first of her standard three sighs that accompanied orgasm, Diana felt the brain worm slide past her teeth. Then, she felt warm, sticky liquid gushing forcefully into the depths of her womb, followed by wet stickiness on her thighs as her womb was overfilled and forced to discharge the excess seed.
As Wonder Woman finally found the forced orgasm subsiding, she recognized the slight haziness that meant her mind, her will, was no longer hers and hers alone. Defeated, inseminated, and tamed, the Amazon Warrior began to uncharacteristically sob.
A jubilant Lex Luthor casually brushed the now lifeless facehugger off of the Justice Leaguer and onto the floor. “Yes, one time and that’s all. Their lives end with the completion of their life mission,” Lex said softly as he saw the confusion in Harley’s eyes. Already guessing her next question, he quickly continued, “Don’t worry…I have a few more in stock than I’ll need for the rest of the Justice League females”
Harley Quinn nodded as her unspoken questions were answered. “What about her, Lexy,” Harley queried nodding to the weeping Amazon, “is she ready to be used like you planned?”
Luthor smiled, and addressed the heroine before him, “What about it, Wonder Woman? Are you ready to obey any order I give you…no matter how disgusting it will be for you to do as I say?”
“Yes,” answered Princess Diana, the greatest of all Amazon warriors.
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