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Wonder Woman's Loving Authority

By: Zev95



Dick couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it. He'd known Donna was an Amazon, and even heard what the Amazons were like from reliable sources. Donna had actually warned him what becoming an Amazon, even an honorary Amazon, would be like. But actually experiencing it—seeing what sweet, innocent, sisterly Donna was capable of... He was more aroused than he could ever remember.

Thank God for the toga—or Zeus, he supposed. Maybe even Hera. If he moved fast enough, the sway of the native clothing he'd worn in deference to Themyscira's skilled seamstresses more than hid his erection. From the ceremonial standing stones, he hurried back to Paradise Island's embassy—an intimidatingly beautiful building built for visitors from Man's World, its interior almost mockingly insular. The exterior was much the same classical architecture as the rest of the island, not at all spoiling the skyline or view, but inside it was a cloistered, modern environment.

Dick felt as if he were traveling through time, stepping out from the balmy tropical weather to the air conditioned interior of carpeting, paneled walls, and office furniture. Even though the Amazons had spared no expense in recreating the environs of a plush hotel, it was still a bit idiosyncratic, gathering elements from glimpses of the outside world that the little-traveled Amazons had studied. A seating arrangement could've come from a McDonald's, or windows done in the stained glass style of a Greek Orthodox church. It was all woven with a careful eye, though, even if it couldn't compare to the neoclassical medium that the Amazons preferred their work in.

Though the embassy was spacious, it was sparsely populated. The Amazons had little contact with the outside world, usually on their terms, and the people who most used the embassy were invited guests who were there to learn the Amazons' history and culture respectfully. When Dick came through the lobby, it was deserted but for a reformed foe of Wonder Woman's—a Baroness of some sort—who was penitently manning the front desk. She buzzed him through without word, and he quickly preceded to his room on the first floor.

He threw open the door, intending a cold shower for himself. Somehow, it didn't feel right masturbating on Paradise Island. Instead, he caught Barbara Gordon at the room's desk, going over a scroll the Amazons must've lent her.

"Dick, hey!" She turned to look at him. "Donna called, said you might need some support after the trials. Think Batman can get by without either of us for a few days?" Then she saw his toga settle over his erection. It took her a moment to recover her voice. "So do you? Need support?"

"Desperately," Dick said. He picked up the chair Barbara was sitting in and tipped it over so she was dropped onto the bed.

"Mmm, Boy Wonder!" Barbara growled, already wiggling out of her jeans. "Show me what an Amazon does with a redhead..."

***

"Yeah," Dick said. "I remember what it takes to join the Amazons."

It was years later, and much had changed. He was an adult now, his own man instead of Bruce's sidekick and son, with Kory his woman, not just his crush or girlfriend. But being quartered in the same room—as some mischievous Amazon had no doubt done intentionally—brought the memories flooding back. He really had been something of a prude back then, as proven by his next relationship with Princess Koriand'r, but she'd loosened him up. At least, as much as Dick thought he could ever loosen up. He was never going to be James Bond, but at least he wasn't still trying to be Batman.

Donna smiled at him around the six-foot-four alien sitting in her lap. "And I remember seeing the bed the morning after. Glad I called Babs. If she hadn't been there, you might've clogged the shower drain."

"Oh, what a waste," Kory muttered, nipping at Donna's chin. "I do wish I had a redhead here to help me recover from the ordeal."

Lounging on the bed, Dick deliberately misinterpreted her words. "It's not that bad," he told her. "Well, it wasn't for me. Just takes some self-control."

Donna rubbed Kory's thigh. "So it will be that bad..."

"I have a lot of self-control!" Kory protested. "I'm not ravishing you right now! And I very much could be!"

"Yes, but Nightwing is here," Donna pointed out.

"I could be ravishing him too. I'm a multitasker." To prove her point, Kory used her flight ability to reorient herself to Donna, lifting herself up to kiss Donna even as her hands stayed on Donna's legs, rising up to pull Donna's robes from her thighs. Dick could see Donna's sex exposed. She was shaved.

Donna realized and, blushing, pulled her robes back down, even as Kory kissed her harder.

"See?" Kory asked after.

Donna pulled her back down onto her lap, patting Kory's ass to tell her to stay put. "Be serious a moment, Kory. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"I should be asking you that question," Kory replied, equally solemn, even as she nestled her head upon Donna's chest. "I know you and Dick are close—as close as Dick and I—but this is a new step for you. I don't need to be an Amazon. I just need the two of you to be happy."

"We'll be fine," Dick promised her. "I've learned a lot about... sharing in the past few years. I don't see it as some slight against me to think I can't be everything to someone. I'm just amazed that you could still want a guy like me when you have Donna."

"Likewise, chief," Donna told him.

Kory kissed her on the cheek. "No, you're pretty great. And it's not like he can strap on a vagina..."

"Kory!"

A bell by the door chimed, its resonance quickly filled with voice now that they were paying attention. "The elders have gathered. The ritual may now begin."

"Guess that's our cue," Dick said.

***

Their traditional chitons and peploi flashed moon-white with the last rays of the setting sun as they proceeded up the rocky trail from the embassy building to the mountaintop. It was seldom used, and had not been beautified as so much of Paradise Island had. At times, they even had to climb, the female fliers following Dick's more experienced handhold and toeholds instead of disrespecting the host of Paradise Island by using their powers. Finally, sweaty and warmed by their exertions, they came to the summit.

The space was primitive, tribal, a simple and spiritual meeting place the Amazons had built in the first night after their arrival on Themyscira, to one by one give thanks to the Gods for their new home, and it had never been improved upon. The intricate sigil on the rocky floor—branching and swirling—had a line in it from each Amazon, the last sharp stroke always suggesting the next. Dick could see the mark he had made, and was still amazed at how well it fit into the eternal mosaic.

Surrounding the sigil was a primal colonnade of standing stones, the stark white boulders outlining the council members who stood before them. There was Hippolyta, Phillipus, Artemis—all the others who had rose to prominence among the Amazons and the Bana-Mighdall. They waited patiently as Dick, Donna, and Kory cleaned faces and hands in a simple basin at the mouth of the circle.

Then Hippolyta stepped forward, away from the standing stones and to the edge of the sigil. "Who comes before us today?"

Donna stepped forward, taking her place at the other end of the disc-shaped sigil within the stones. "I am Donna Troy, sister of Diana and sister to all Amazons."

Hippolyta nodded in welcome. "Who do you present to us?"

At Donna's gesture, Kory joined her on her right side. "Koriand'r, Princess of Tamaran. Sister of Donna Troy."

"You believe you are of the Amazons, Koriand'r?"

"I wish to be, and I believe that I can defend Themyscira, and be one of her peoples, without disharmony or ill intent."

"Are there any others who can speak for this woman?"

Dick stepped forward. He stood to Donna's left. "I am Dick Grayson, brother of Donna and brother to all Amazons. I believe Koriand'r is an Amazon, by any test or challenge."

Again, Hippolyta nodded in welcome. "Then does the lady believe she can prove it?"

Kory nodded. "I can, your highness."

"And are there those present who wish to help her with this task?"

Dick and Donna took Kory's hands, startling Kory a little. She offered quick smiles to either side.

"Very well. Koriand'r, this man Grayson—you have love for him?"

"Yes, your highness."

"And your sister Donna Troy, she is in your heart as well?"

"Yes, highness."

"An Amazon must love without jealousy, without ownership, without remove. Can you love your fellow Amazons, Dick and Donna, and be happy for them without being a part of their happiness?"

Kory now only nodded.

"You will watch, then, as Dick and Donna express their desire for each other. You may not interfere in any way. You can only observe. If it is too much for you, to watch the man you love with another woman, then you can call an end to it. But you will have proven you are not an Amazon."

"I understand, your highness."

"Very well." Silently, the other council members took their leave, slipping away from their rocky backdrops and into the night so quickly that it was as if they had been swallowed into the stones. "We will leave you now to your test. Hold onto your love of them, for you will not have their love of you."

She left, and Dick and Kory and Donna were alone.

No, Dick and Donna were alone. Kory was just watching them.

Donna started first. She let go of Kory's hand, her fingertips lingering across Kory's palm as she pulled away, dragging Dick to the center of the sigil. She was beautiful, her soft brown eyes looking back at Kory with reassurance, Kory looking back with eyes glowing in expectation of a good show. Donna's trim legs flashed palely under her skirt.

Dick followed her, his back to Kory, and stopped in the middle of the sigil with her. He kissed Donna from behind. His hands slipping under her chiton. As Donna's head drifted back, letting Dick devour her throat next, Kory could see her face bent beyond Dick's slender back. She had a look of soft enjoyment on it. She turned around. Snuggled closer to Dick, sliding her hands into his toga, over his tightly muscled ass.

She pulled him closer as she divested him of his clothing. Kory could see his powerful muscles, his smooth body, and her heart raced in well-practiced rhythm. Before, seeing Dick undressed meant that one way or another, she would be having him. This was just another way. She would be having him through Donna. Experiencing him as if for the first time.

"This is it," Dick said, gently unbinding Donna's hair from its chignon, running his hands through it and enjoying it as much as Kory ever had. "You're sure?"

"Yes," Donna said.

Dick nodded. He hadn't expected her to back out. "Ever wondered what it would be like?"

Donna smiled shyly, her eyes flashing a kind of innocence that just made him hotter. "Always."

"Kory didn't tell you?"

"She did. That just made me wonder more."

He undressed her as they kissed again, clever hands puzzling out her strange garment fast, learning exactly where to untangle or unclasp to free her body. Kory found herself short of breath as she saw Donna's body joining Dick's in nudity. Her powerful body, tall and smooth, flowing from beauty to muscle without interruption. Soft, supple limbs with neat lines of muscular definition, hard abs below soft breasts, powerful thighs above clean, delicate calves. Kory loved her own body, its excesses, its voluptuousness, but she loved the variety as well—the classical magnificence, the unadorned beauty of Donna's slenderness and elegance.

And Dick—it was no wonder she loved both of them. His beauty was of a kind with Donna's, gentle and artistic, a warrior's body so well-designed as to be a work of sculpture. Kory adored watching Donna's hands lave over it, enjoying it as much as she had, but the two hadn't embraced for long before they had slipped to the ground, their robes underneath them, in wild disarray around their lithe young bodies.

Kory's breath came in a heavy pant, matching Donna's as Dick mounted her. The light was dim now, the flame of a brazier and the moonlight reflected off the standing stones doing little to part the darkness. But Kory could see well enough, and the dimness made their naked flesh stand out in brighter contrast, dark and supple as a painting in shades of black.

She stepped closer to them as they devoured each other, not sure who she envied more. A patch of dew-wet grass was trampled under her bare feet, pointedly reminding her of the wetness gathering at her sex. Kory's hands shook slightly. She did not know if she could continue to take the temptation of seeing them together. She didn't feel any jealousy, any resentment of them together—only the fondest wish to join in, to make them even happier by caressing them as she knew both of them desired.

For a minute, Kory closed her eyes and just listened. Dick's impassioned grunts were unmistakable, revealing what the sight of him could not. His powerful manhood was no longer between their bodies, but inside Donna, pleasing her in long, well-trained strokes. Donna's soft sighs showed she was receiving him as well as she ever had Kory's fingers or tongues. Kory's honed ears could ever make out the soft liquid whisper of Dick's phallus going into Donna's gently flowing sex. Kory's hands clenched into fists at her sides. Tonight, the powerful embrace of sweat-drenched bodies wasn't for her.

Dick's grunts deepened. She heard the sharp slap of their bodies meeting, the pat of Donna's body being rocked against their discarded clothing. And the soft husk of Dick whispering in Donna's ear, the same growl he used to intimidate criminals and keep team members in line pitched low, almost demanding that his lover feel pleasure.

"Donna... Donna... your cunt's so tight... feels like a hand in a mink glove... gripping me tighter... tighter..."

Kory could just see Donna's smile, a little embarrassed and a lot amused as she relaxed and gave in, allowing herself the pleasure she was being offered. "And your cock's filling me up like your ass in that damn suit... I can feel you twitch inside me," she whispered, gleefully tittering. "Never knew I turned you on that much."

"Bullshit," Dick hissed, his commanding voice making Kory clench. "You know you do. You're just about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Just about?" she teased.

"I see you, I see Kory, I see Barbara... I can't decide. You're too damn perfect. I'm just happy I know all three of you."

The compliment just made Donna tease him harder. "And Helena... and Dinah... and Zinda..."

"You listen to too many rumors, Troy."

"What else am I gonna do in the shower? And it's not like I can clog the drain..."

In the darkness of her closed eyes, Kory was helpless not to see Dick and Donna as she'd seen them so many times before: fucking her. Dick on top of her, smiling excitedly as she met his rhythm like they were performing an acrobat act together—Donna's beautiful cunt above her as the goddess used her face as a throne—Dick spread out between her wide thighs and grimacing as she rode him, trying to hold in all the pleasure she gave him—Donna actually fucking Kory's tits, straddling her chest and clamping her thighs around one of Kory's monstrous 36Es, frotting against the warm expanse of flesh trapped upon her cunt until that delicious wetness was all over Kory's breast, waiting to be suckled away—in her fantasy, it was Dick who did it, as he had so many times before, she went straight from Donna to Dick to Donna to Dick, never abandoned because when one was done, the other was eager to reclaim her.

In her ecstatic imaginings, Kory had actually ignored the real-life lovemaking before her. It took a passionate sigh from Dick to pull her back to reality. "Mmmm... you're going to squeeze me flat if you keep tightening your cunt like that..."

"Never. You're too big. I've never felt a guy as big as you... it's nice... so nice..."

"Ready for more?"

"More!?"

"Faster?"

"Yes. Yes! I need it, let me have every lovely inch... I want all of you inside me!"

A miniature orgasm, a little-little death, engulfed Kory as she heard Donna's impassioned cry. It took some of the pressure from her tightening cunt, but her body insisted there was more, something better in store for her that she had to possess. Tremors of want went through Kory's flesh as she was surprised by just how filthy, how perverted her two friends could be all on their own. Or were they doing it for her? The thought forced Kory's eyes open. What she saw made her shake, even as her little climax ebbed away...

Donna was on all fours, beautiful, lustful face turned toward Kory as Dick had her from behind. Her ass was up in the air, her face pressed low to the ground, so Kory could see the slow, deliberate movement of Dick's hips behind her, his cock emerging drenched and glistening in the pale light, then returning to the warmth of her snow-white body. Kory's eyes were wide open, but she couldn't help but remember Donna's sweet, flowing pussy on her tongue—warmhotblazing around her fingers—she knew how hard it could clutch on his cock. Despite that tightness, Dick fucked all the way into her.

His hips working slowly back and forth like some machine, pushing Donna's fervor until she wouldn't be able to hold back her orgasm any longer... giving Kory plenty of time to join them.

Instinctively, Kory's hand reached between her legs. She was wet, and parting her robe only made her feel wetter, the coolness of the night extravagant on her damp pussy. She touched herself, fingers warm and small inside her. She wasn't satisfied, certainly not in the same way Donna was being satisfied by Dick's hard-driving cock.

Donna stared at Kory fucking herself, wanted to inspire her, wanted to beat her. "Dick! Fuck me harder! Fuck me like her! I want to feel all of your cock!"

Dick didn't answer, but his tempo picked up. Jackhammering downward into Donna's trapped body. Kory was tall enough to see. The way Donna's labia parted for him, the way her walls clutched at his buried length, the way her fingers clawed at the carven ground where so many of her sisters had been initiated.

And Kory watched as Dick truly fucked her. Sweat all over his body, making him look like an oiled gladiator, a god. His cock slipping almost all the way out of Donna with every stroke, promising Kory the same length when he was finished with Donna.

Kory's own fingers suddenly seemed inadequate. She was thrusting three of them inside herself, but it didn't work, not when Donna was being taken from behind, enjoying her man's cock. That was what Kory needed. Not fingers—a cock.

Or something like one.

Kory groped over her body, coming to the fibula that fastened her robes. Its cool ivory handle was large, thick, much like the phallus she could see sinking deeper and deeper inside of Donna. She heard a mutual gasp—Dick's deep, hard penetration of Donna coming to its zenith. Donna's wetness, her parting, sounded like water behind a dam. Kory didn't miss a single detail, seeing it all and imagining it was her with that hard, throbbing length inside herself.

Her robe gaping open, fibula in hand, Kory pressed the phallic broach against her own labia. The coldness was blunt, but sensual. Her entire body responded to it in excited shivers. With slow pressure, she parted herself, still watching as Dick fucked with ragged gasps into Donna's willing, needing body.

Where Kory gripped the fibula, she now felt the wetness of the juices she was drenching it with. A little more pressure. It parted her inner lips. Dick was furiously driving into Donna's cunt, showing no sign of slowing. Kory pushed. The fibula was all the way up her cunt in a moment, its bulbous end spreading apart her tensed walls, letting her moan with her own pleasure, sensation ripped from her sex. It moved, almost on its own, back and forth inside her, warming with the friction of her masturbation.


Wonder Woman's Loving Authority 02



"Ready to fuck me now, Dick?" went Kory's soft, lilting voice, singing out from her as delicately as her touch went over Dick's back, fingers stroking and massaging his lust-tense muscles. Kara could see them standing out in oak-hard knots, tensed up from—"Like you did Donna?"

"Always, Star." He shifted his neck, cracking out one last kink, then turned over. His eyes tracing over Kory were a spur to his fine bodily control, bringing him to full hardness. "For you, always."

"And for this?" Kory asked teasingly, running her fingers up and down her own voluptuous body, seeing and loving the effect it had on him. "It's all yours tonight, Dick. Every night. I'll give it all to you for that giant cock..."

She pounced, bringing her bare pussy down on the impalement of his iron-hard prick. Dick yelped slightly before his expression settled into an aroused grin. Kara was expecting to see fireworks now, and she wasn't disappointed.

"I want the warmth of your body, Dick... the friction of your fucking... the fire of your cum inside me... I want you to burn me up... I need it!"

Kory tensed her stomach muscles, massaging his cock inside her, dancing her hips over him as she put him to expert, well-practiced use. The look on Dick's face was now of sheer sexual need. He was being toyed with, told what she wanted. And he didn't need to be told twice. He could feel it through every inch of his shaft.

The hot velvet of her sex gripped at his cock; still, Dick grunted and pulled free. Kory clenched, wanting to hold him deep inside her, forcing him to pause. But her juices were too copious, her sex too slippery. Dick crab-walked back, Kory moaning as he exited her for a substantial length, then sat up, abs flexing, to take her in his arms and surge back inside her. Kory gasped and clutched fiercely at his back, her fingernails leaving bloody tracks down him to mark the intensity of the satisfaction ravaging her voluptuous body. Already Dick was bouncing her on his lap, thrusting up into her, making her his all over again, as if she hadn't been even before their very first time.

"Enjoying the show?" Donna asked, so close that Kara's straining ears magnified the conversational tone into a roar. She jerked back to herself, seeing Donna beside her, standing on another slender branch in the Amazonian forest. The glow from the lit-up embassy barely penetrated this far, but there was enough in the darkness for Kara to see Donna's bemused look. She hadn't noticed Donna slip away; she'd assumed Donna had been as absorbed in the show as she was.

Donna looked beautiful, as usual, as always. Sporty and slender, with the heart-shaped face of an angel, her features soft but sure, clear blue eyes as guileless as a child's. She did not dress in the robes and armor of the Amazons, but in a modern style crisscrossed with that of her adopted home. A micro-mini skirt as brief as any pteruges, reaching only a scant few inches down her thighs. Pantyhose with it, rather than the hip-high stockings Kara's longer skirt allowed her. Her top a red vest over a white blouse, same color as her skirt, the woman looking like she'd stepped off a tennis court—or a tennis-themed photoshoot.

Kara knew how she looked, or how Donna said she looked. Honey blonde, beautiful face, skin like fresh cream, body like a glass sculpture. She didn't believe it though. If she was so pretty, how come no one was interested in her? They were interested in Kory...

Kara knew she was in for a lecture. She crossed her arms, battening down the hatches like she was in the path of a hurricane. "What does he see in her? I mean, sure, she's cute or whatever, but we are in love!"

"Kara," Donna said gently, "has he told you his name yet?"

"Nightwing," Kara replied. "It's a good, strong name."

Donna sighed. "What would you say to a drink? Somewhere with a less distracting view, maybe?"

***

There were many dwellings on Themyscira. Not enough to even begin to overwhelm the natural splendor of the island, but over the ages, there had been many architects wanting to practice their art and experiment on a grand scale. Some were eventually abolished, recycled, but many were left vacant in various corners of the jungle: suitable dwelling places for Amazons who wanted to be alone, or who had been living with another and then separated themselves.

The embassy had been one such project, adapted to Man's World presence. Supergirl's hut was another. Distant enough from the city to give her privacy, but close enough for help to be at hand should she require it.

Though at present, the only help Donna thought Kara could do with was a maid.

She stepped over the various Earth trinkets the Kara had gorged her living space with—having to hover in some places—and finally made her way to the Themysciran freezing unit. "Coca-Cola," she announced, setting it on the tray. It was chilled to perfection in a few moments. "I know it's hard to get here."

Kara took up a brooding spot on one of the rafters. With her flight ability, it made a decent place to sit. And there was no tourist kitsch on it. "You say I'm pretty. Well, if I'm so pretty, why isn't he in love with me yet?"

"Kara, it's not that simple." Donna cleaned up a little, enough to find the ice and some clean glasses. She poured for them. "You are pretty, very pretty, but there are a lot of factors you're not accounting for. His friendship with Kal, for instance."

"Is he in love with Kal and not with me?"

"No, no." Donna floated up to offer Kara her glass, then simply crossed her legs and hovered in mid-air as if Indian-sitting. "I know you may have been an adult on Krypton, but here, you're still something of a child."

Kara's eyes reddened. One step closer to learning to use her heatvision. "I am not a child!"

"I know that, sweetie. But it's going to take a while for Kal to see it that way. Just as it took a while for even Diana to see me as 'Troia' instead of 'Wonder Girl.'"

"That's Kal's problem. Nightwing never treats me like a child!"

Donna drank from her own cup, wishing she had brought something stronger. "Well, he makes all of us feel special. But my point is that Kal is going to be overprotective of you for a while, and most people care about him far too much to go against his wishes regarding his cousin. His very young cousin."

"I'm not that young!"

"Wait a few years, hon, you'll want to take that statement back. I know Kal tries to be understanding, and he is, usually—he's practically an Amazon there. But he has a blind spot when it comes to people he loves and you, Kara, are about the only blood relation he has in the universe. For an old friend like Nightwing to suddenly be with you, even if he weren't with Kory already—it'd be like a betrayal of trust."

"And everyone feels this way? Like Superman is their 'old friend'?"

"Well..."

Kara leaned backward, tipping off the rafter and dropping herself to the floor with barely any hovering to break the fall. "Great! I'm now doomed to a life of celibacy as well, all because no one wants to annoy my baby cousin!"

"I don't think it will come to that," Donna said, looking down at how the fall had jarred Kara's costume. Small to begin with, the shirt's hem had flipped over her small abs, while her skirt covered one knee and skated up far past the other. And Kara's young breasts still showed proudly under her clinging jersey. "If there's one thing that can convince the locals here to go against their better instincts, it's someone that looks like you. Nightwing's old enough to know better—barely—but we get you into Titan Tower, half the boys there will be out of their minds."

Kara smiled subtly. "I don't want them. I want Nightwing. Or..."

"Or?"

Kara trailed a fingertip up her bare knee, to the pale gold skin under her brief skirt. "I heard on Krypton about there being women who were with other women, but I never actually saw it until I came here. The other day, I saw you and Diana swimming in that pond."

Donna colored. She reached hurriedly for the drink she had set down. "You little sneak—have you spied on everyone on this island?"

Kara was blushing furiously despite herself. "Only the ones I like."

Donna drank the entire coke in four long swallows. "Well, I'm sorry if you were shocked—"

"I wasn't shocked. Just surprised."

"Well, that's good."

"And I wished it was me."

Donna was glad she had swallowed. Now she was almost doing a spit-take, and Gar would hate to miss that. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I wished it was me Diana was doing that to, instead of you."

Donna rolled her eyes. What was it with people? They were literally identical, except for her being younger... "Kara, Diana and I have known each other a long time. What you saw was us—was me giving homage to her for her guidance and friendship, and her repaying that homage, showing me her gratitude... it's a very complicated Amazonian ritual. But when authority is legitimate, is wise, is loving, then you submit to it lovingly. I submit to Diana. She submits to Hippolyta. And she submits to our goddesses."

"I think I dreamt about something like that." Kara turned her face away, averting her eyes. "I think I dreamt about it the other way around, too."

"How's that?"

"I dream I'm Diana—doing it to you. Are you angry with me?"

Donna floated down beside her. "No. I guess I'm just... surprised." Donna stopped, floating just a little above Kara, who still laid back on the floor like she was getting a tan. "And in real life? Have you ever experimented with other girls?"

"No. Well, yes. Just once. I mean, I started to. With Cassie."

"What happened?"

"We got interrupted. Then she didn't want to talk about it anymore."

Donna smiled gently. "Poor girl."

Kara reached out to put her hand on Donna's leg. Just above the knee. "You're really pretty. I wish I were pretty like you."

Donna put her glass down, the ice cubes rattling in the empty interior. "You are pretty. In your own way. I wish I was pretty in my own way, and not like Diana. People keep comparing us."

Kara sat up. "They shouldn't. You're a lot more... approachable. You don't seem like you'd be right all the time, like Diana does."

"Thanks."

"I mean... you know what I mean."

"Yeah." Donna slipped her arm around Kara's shoulders and drew her close. "There are a lot of ways to deal with these urges you've been having, Kara. Especially on Paradise Island."

"Can you show me?"

Donna leaned in to brush her lips across Kara's cheek. It was soft, like satin. "Yes."

Kara parted her lips. She received the kiss Donna gave her, slowly fading it into it, until the knowledge of what to do with her hands and her lips and her tongue just came to her. Her awareness was all of Donna: Donna's touch, Donna's warmth, the sight of Donna imprinted on her eyes even with them close. The very feeling of Donna for her seemed to radiate into her body. Then she was keenly aware of Donna drawing up her skirt. It was like Donna had filled up her body, but Kara was also floating outside her body, noticing the skirt coming up her thighs.

"No panties," Donna said, when her lips weren't quite against Kara's. "That's an interesting choice."

"I thought you might like me better this way. I took them off when you weren't looking."

"I noticed. I don't often stop looking at you."

"Would you like them? You can have them if you want!"

Donna grinned at Kara's odd flirting. "Actually, the way I'd like you is with nothing on at all. And spread out on the bed."

Kara could only nod.

***

They stood barefoot on the bed, Kara motionless as Donna undressed her. She trembled a little, and her mouth worked constantly, lips compressing, tongue curling over her teeth. Donna stood back to admire her. She was a good-looking girl. Her body fit and trim, with eloquent little hips and rounded shoulders, coltish limbs slender with muscle. Her modest breasts stood out from her long, flat torso, not outrageously, but just the right amount. The same as her petite little ass, well-rounded, a little bubble from her cute, narrow hips. She looked almost fragile in her leanness, her white-gold tan, her glossy yellow hair. All of her spun gold, painted glass.

"You're exquisite," Donna said, getting a bashful smile in return. "Lie down. I know you're fond of breaking the rules, but I'm going to show you how much fun obedience can be."

She reached for the zipper on her skirt...

"Let me," Kara said, stepping close to her with a little creak of bedsprings. "I want to undress you."

Donna smiled. "Certainly."

Kara hooked her fingers beneath Donna's skirt. She raised it up to find the zipper on its interior, getting another look underneath in the process. "I love seeing you through your pantyhose. I saw your... your pussy while I was on the floor. It got me all worked up." She unzipped the skirt and unfurled it from Donna's waist.

"You were pretty worked up when I got here."

"Yeah, but that made it worse."

"Better," Donna corrected. She raised her arms above her head. Kara pulled up her vest...

***

There was something about Donna. While technically she had the same body as Diana, she carried herself differently, wore herself differently. Whereas Diana was regal, reserved, affectionate but also somewhat guarded, Donna was open. Naked, she didn't stand imperial and impressive, but had trouble balancing on the mattress, smiled bashfully at her own nudity, had her hair slip from its style.

This did nothing to diminish her beauty, but made it somehow more bearable. There was a wholesomeness to her, a neighborly quality. While one wanted to worship Diana, Donna was someone to befriend, to hang out with. To touch.

Still, her body was perfect. Leavened perfection, but perfection nonetheless. Her breasts, high and firm, burgeoned at the edge of being too much for even her tall, athletic frame, but their steady slope, the gumdrop nipples crowning their roundness, made them fit her body. Her musculature was impressive as well—she clearly possessed great physicality, but it wove with the artistic lines of her soft, beguiling body, as if she were more sculpture than warrior, more artwork than armor. Her firm, toned physique perfectly flowed with her womanly hips, her proud breasts, and most of all with her lovely face. The beestung lips and piercing eyes that could transform into Diana's cool elegance in a moment, but were too lit up, too animated with affection and curiosity to intimidate. She was not a goddess, towering and insurmountable. More like a high priestess. She brought a god's beauty to Earth.

And yet, Kara stared. It was Donna who had to draw her down to the bed, lying facing each other. Still Kara stared. Donna drew her close, first thighs, then breasts pressing to each other. Finally, lips. The kiss gentle and unimposing, enough to close Kara's eyes, but still fill her thoughts with furious visions of Donna Troy. When Kara opened them again, the smile she was faced with was assuring, understanding.

"Is this your first time with a girl?" Donna asked, breathing calmly, her skin moving against Kara's with each breath, softly exciting her, welcoming her.

Kara had a hard time keeping a breath in her body, even with Donna's body against hers, seeming to sedate her, bring all of her to a lax stop except for something that burned, hotter and hotter, deep within her. "It's my first time with anyone." She sounded embarrassed.

"I envy you." Donna reached across the narrow gap between them, playing with a lock of Kara's hair, whipping it at the nape of Kara's neck and playing it over the point of her chin. "Getting to enter this world for the very first time. Experiencing everything fresh and new. It's something you'll never forget. I just want to be as good a teacher to you as I had."

Kara reached up and mashed Donna's hand to the side of her face, so she could feel how her skin burned. "Diana?"

Donna nodded. "She was very gentle... until I wanted her to be rough. It made me feel very feminine, in an odd way. The stronger she got, the stronger she allowed herself to be with me, the more I wanted to surrender. She went very slow, but she knew I wanted it before I did. That's what makes her authority so... right. Even when she was seducing me, my pleasure was just as important as hers."

Kara broke, ripping her hand away from Donna's. "I'm sorry... I don't think I'll be very good at this..." Her eyes darted downward, though, as she said it, savoring what she expected would be denied her.

"You keep looking at my nipples," Donna's voice was warm, but with a touch of silk. A grit. "It's kinda flattering. How would you like to taste one? Don't worry about being good. Just taste..."

Kara could only smile.

Donna rose up on an elbow, leaning over Kara, who looked suddenly overwhelmed at having Donna over her, almost atop her, perfect breast filling her voice, pushing into her mouth. She took it between her lips, tongue sullenly pressing to it, and held herself like that, eyes closed, golden hair in a crescent on the pillow.

"You can do more than that, you know." Donna laughed. "What do you expect to taste if you aren't sucking it out?"

Kara murmured embarrassedly, applied pressure. Tentatively, at first. Donna petted her hair, her face, the tips of her fingers caressing the furthest edge of her ear. Then Kara sucked harder. Steadily and hungrily.

Donna let her suck. She was a quick learner, attentive to Donna, swiftly discerning what pleased her and what didn't, what she could do with her tongue, her lips. She pulled away, though. It was starting to feel too good.

"This is about you," Donna said. "You're here to learn. You need to understand what you're submitting to."

Her leg rose, crossed over Kara, settled on the other side of her. She was now straddling Kara, completely in her space. She knew her responsibility. She had to do everything Kara would enjoy, all as carefully and lovingly as could be. When Kara looked back on this—and she would look back on it, it would be one of the supreme experiences of her life—Donna wanted her to remember the tiniest moment of it. She wanted Kara to remember it all with awe and glee.

She began with Kara's ear. The lovely roundness was easy to follow with her tongue, the petite lobe giving her just enough room to work her tongue, the opening sensitive when her tongue plunged in. Kara giggled, snorted, writhed. She was wet now, and warm, and receptive. Donna could smell the perfume of her. With her hand, she pushed Kara's legs to either side, spreading them. The scent grew even stronger. Donna could see Kara smelled it too.

"That's you," said Donna. "That's what I want from you. Now stick your tongue out."

Her eyes barely open, Kara put out her tongue. She tried to contain her giggles as Donna licked it, from its tip to Kara's teeth, letting her know what it felt like to have someone's tongue against her own. Not frightening. Not awkward. Donna kissed the flat of Kara's tongue, then drew it into her mouth; instantly, Kara responded. Followed along as Donna stroked her tongue, as she sucked at it.

"You're going to make a lot of girls happy with that tongue," Donna said when she was finished with it.

"You'll be first."

Donna smiled. Her smile moved down to the hollow of Kara's throat, stayed with lips brushing against pulse as her hand went down between Kara's thighs. She felt as good as she smelled. Something pure and delicate and innocent to her body—unencumbered.

"Oh, Donna," Kara whispered. She was opening her legs.

"I know, sweetheart. But we've only just begun."

Her hand stayed clamped on Kara's sex, covering it but not moving, just applying a gentle pressure for Kara to throb against. She kissed Kara's pulse—it roared against her tongue—then moved her mouth down Kara's clavicle, over the slope of her demure breast. Kara's breath hitched, her tit leaping like she wanted to force it between Donna's lips.




Wonder Woman's Loving Authority 02



"I want to know what you taste like too," Donna said.

Donna moved her face over the warm, resilient flesh, enjoying the way it would push against her, the way it would relent. Eventually her lips found the erect nipple and she took it into her mouth, already swollen, but it got even larger, harder against her tongue.

"How does it... how do I taste?" Kara asked.

"Sweet," Donna said. "Exactly the way a girl ought to taste."

She pressed Kara's breasts together, molding and massaging them in her hands, the nipples almost touching each other. She exhaled on them with one breath, watching them pucker; kissed one, then the other, running her tongue between their meeting peaks. Kara moaned and moaned, her hands in Donna's sable-black hair, rending it as carefully as she could as she was wracked with pleasure. Donna could smell Kara like a flower blooming right under her nose.

She rose to a sit atop Kara's waist.

"No, don't stop!" Kara pleaded. "Don't!"

"I'm not stopping," Donna said, picking up Kara's hands, transferring them to the headboard. She wrapped them around the copper bars and gave Kara a firm look, telling her to keep them there. "I'm just going in another direction."

She crawled to the foot of the bed. Kara's thighs gave way to lean, runner's legs, strong calves, dainty feet that seemed shockingly cute after all Donna had learned of her voluptuous sexuality. Her tiny toes were painted pink. Donna kissed the smallest on the right foot, then the second smallest, then abruptly took Kara's big toe into her mouth.

"Oh!" Kara rolled her hips, uncontrollably, the metal in her hands grating as she maintained her grip.

"You see?" Donna said. "Leadership comes with responsibility. As your mentor, one of my responsibilities is to please you. And as my student, your duty is to obey me. It's a reciprocal relationship, understand?"

"You mean I'm going to do this to you too?"

"In time. When you've learned." Donna sucked each toe in turn, licked between them, nibbled on the arch of Kara's foot, where she was most ticklish. Kara's scent now permeated the room, and Donna breathed deeply of it, glancing longingly at the golden delta that sat at the apex of Kara's thighs.

Donna was a hunter. She prowled to the sensitive skin of Kara's instep, lavishing it with the attention of her tongue, always watching the growing wetness of Kara's slit. Inch by inch, she kissed her way up Kara's leg, never staying long enough for Kara to be desensitized to her tongue, never moving too fast to not let Kara savor every bit of pleasure. She was at Kara's knee when Kara took a hand off the headboard, reaching down to pull Donna up to her sex. Donna froze her with a look.

"Hands stay where I put them," Donna said.

"But I want it so much! I can't wait!"

Donna smiled warmly. "It's not so easy on this end either. But if I can manage it, you can. The longer you wait, the better it'll be. Roll over on your stomach. Submit."

Kara did as she was told, visibly quivering. She hadn't until Donna had spoken to her so stridently. "I've never felt anything so good in my entire life!"

"You'll feel better," Donna promised her. "Keep your legs spread. I want to keep smelling you. Just like I'll smell you after I've rubbed my face in your pussy."

Kara moaned. "It's too good! Too good!"

Donna was pleased to hear it. She bathed the backs of Kara's legs: the hollows behind her knees, the first few inches of her thighs—shifting from one to the other, back to the first before she moved on. She did the same to the underside of Kara's buttocks, kissing the bottom of one smooth globe, then moving to the other, sucking a little skin into her mouth before releasing it. She moved upward, Kara's pert ass a perfect target for her every little kiss.

"I can smell you too," Kara said. "I want to taste you so bad..."

Donna moved her hands over the warmly wet cheeks, massaging her saliva into them, kissing Kara's tailbone, then spreading them apart, licking between them, grinding her tongue into Kara's perineum. Kara gasped and shook. She spread her legs as far apart as they could go, trying to open up even her asshole to Donna's tongue.

"On your back," Donna said, straightening so she was kneeling over Kara once more. And Kara rolled over quickly, spreading her legs without being told.

"Now?" Kara asked hopefully.

"Yes, you lovely girl." Donna buried her head between Kara's legs immediately.

It took three licks, but she lapped the juices from Kara's labia, then parted them with her fingers and licked inside her sex, swirling her tongue around, moving it deeper and deeper, pausing only to swallow some of the delicious cream Kara fed her. All too soon she was stabbing her tongue inside of Kara. Feeling her own pussy grow moist.

Kara cried out in delight, rattling the headboard, whipping her hips around so hard that Donna was forced to grab one in each hand to keep from being dislodged. She wouldn't give up Kara's honeyed little center for anything. She sucked every vibrant fold, licked every crevice, took her tongue further and further until she found something taut and unyielding among the softness. Kara's G-spot. Donna probed at it, fascinated and feeling deliciously guilty. She would be the first one to use it, to teach Kara this kind of pleasure. She brought her tongue against it, hard, and heard the metal of the bed creak as Kara bent it.

"Oh, Donna!" Kara wailed. "That's so good!"

The fragrance of Kara's pussy was overwhelming, intoxicating. Donna drew in deep, savoring breaths of it as she lashed her tongue in Kara's sex, resisting the urge to touch Kara's G-spot again until she inevitably gave in, and drove Kara to another ecstatic writhing with the slipping of her tongue.

"I want to do it to you!" Kara said after the last assault on her G-spot.

"In a minute," Donna said, all her senses describing Kara's arousal in addictive detail. She couldn't get enough.

"No, now! Please, Donna..."

"Since you asked nicely." Donna pushed herself up from the bed, flying just long enough to whirl around and straddle Kara's head, facing the other way. She lowered her hips, feeling Kara's excited breath on her pussy, then the girl herself: an excited little cry as Kara gave Donna her tongue, trying to lick and suck at the same time, the bed's headboard rattling in her hands like it was about to fly apart.

Lying with her chin resting atop Kara's sodden thigh, Donna smiled to herself. She remembered her own introduction to cunnilingus, being so eager that she'd tried to do everything at once. Wanting so desperately to please Diana.

"Calm down," Donna said, pinching Kara's thigh to get her attention. "Just kiss it at first. Just like a mouth. Then open it up and lick it. Use your fingers. Keep going until you've had enough. You don't have to put your tongue inside me until you're ready."

Kara did as she was told. She was eager to obey, offering up loving submission in the certain knowledge that it would be accepted and rewarded. Donna smiled at her lack of cynicism. That was the hardest part of the Amazon Way. Learning how good the world could be, learning to trust and accepting it would not be misplaced. Kara was a natural. And not just philosophically. Her tongue had Donna at the cusp of orgasm in only a few minutes.

Pleased with Kara, and with her own training of her, Donna lowered her face again to Kara's sex. She was determined that they would have a simultaneous orgasm. She licked and lapped, trying to make herself oblivious to the inferno Kara was spreading through her own body, but she soon felt it. Her sex contracting, her juices rushing from it, an orgasm flooding her inner spring. She even heard the greedy sound of Kara swallowing her.

And under her mouth, Kara's cunt pulsed steadily, her cream welling up from her, so much that some escaped Donna's tongue, ran down the crack of her ass. She was writhing and moaning around the tongue she had in Donna's pussy, glutting herself on the wild pleasure of another woman. She sucked ravenously on Donna, gulping all she could get from the other woman's sex, and Donna was as big a glutton as her, tonguing deep into her smoldering womanhood, sucking hard on her luscious cream. They couldn't get enough of each other. They would devour one another into lusty exhaustion.

Just over Donna's face, centered between Kara's toned buttocks, was her tight puckered ring, her anus. Donna remembered how it had felt when Diana had touched her there. She moistened a fingertip in Kara's streaming slit, worked the digit against Kara's tiny opening. Slowly, surely, the tightly resisting muscles gave way, her finger slipping inside to the first digit.

Kara tensed, crying out with animalistic joy—"Yes, Donna, push it all the way in!"—as she rutted back urgently onto the invading finger. Donna quickly inserted a second.

The two women swayed on the bed, gasping, licking and sucking, moaning with pure sex as they savagely indulged in each other. With her greater experience, Donna held back until she felt the first trembling of the orgasm that would wreck Kara, and then gave herself over to Kara's inexperienced tongue, her enthusiastic mouth. Donna felt Kara come, velvet and wet, around her tongue, and there was Kara's licking interspersing her own climax.

Donna kept going long after Kara stopped eating her, until Kara went limp, her limber body completely relaxed. Then Donna rose, proudly displaying Kara's juices on her lips and chin, to turn and see Kara's face. The bright eyes were close, the pink mouth moist and slightly parted. Kara's long lashes fluttered a little, but didn't escape her petal-smooth cheeks.

The unbearable ecstasy of orgasm had been too much for Kara. She'd fainted away, exactly as Donna had under Diana's tutelage. Donna had had a very good teacher. And it seemed now she was one herself.

She bent over Kara. "Are you alright, sweetie?"

Kara's eyes opened barely. "Can I let go of the headboard now?" 



Wonder Woman's Loving Authority 03



For a time, Dick simply strolled through Paradise Island, feeling the wind push and pull his toga upon his body, the simple feel of it exhilarating. He exchanged greetings with those Amazons he saw, all of whom knew him and had a friendly word, but most of all, he just walked. It was a joy to walk on Themyscira. There was a sense of well-being there. A lay-person would just think it was the blue skies and such, but Dick's detective mind told him more. There was no trauma here. On the beaches, no bodies had washed up. Arguments had faded without the scars of blows. The ground had never drank blood; the food had never been so little that someone had gone hungry.

Anywhere else on the world, you were only so far from violent. On Themyscira, it felt like you were finally free of it. Cleansed.

He stopped by the hot springs, where the attendants, masters of their art, happily stripped him, submerged him in mineral mud, and then washed him clean inch by inch. Even the lingering scent of his lovemaking with Donna and Kory was gone by the end. Then he was clad in fresh clothes, a new type of chiton to puzzle out. As he left the baths, there was Kory waiting for him.

She'd found a new dress as well, wide swathes of linen crisscrossing her body, the weavers of Themyscira clearly taking pleasure in working their trade on such a tall and robust body. The many straps exposed goodly portions of her skin, but didn't cross the line from sensuality into eroticism. Except when Kory moved. Nothing on Earth could keep her from looking sexual then.

"Dick," Kory said formally, "I would like to introduce you to a friend of mine."

"Any friend of yours is a friend of mine," Dick replied, equally friendly.

Kory grinned near to bursting with the little joke of pretending they were only associates. She couldn't stand it anymore. She picked him up and took off, flying him through the air.

"It's not that long a walk, is it?"

"I wouldn't want you to get all sweaty after your bath," Kory quipped.

"I have a feeling I'll get sweaty either way."

***

"Dick," Kory said, "this is my friend, Kara. You've met, right?"

Dick nodded with a broad smile. "Hello again, Kara."

Kara bubbled up at him, bouncing on her heels. The clearing in the jungle had been turned into a formidable camp, with a fire built and a lizard roasting on a spit over it. Kara seemed totally in her element, even wearing Kryptonian robes of blue and red instead of Amazonian clothing. The top piece was belly-baring, a half-poncho that hung down her rib cage, the bottom piece a sarong that opened rapidly on the left, baring most of her thigh. Towards her calves, the sarong opened up to totally free her legs. With the trim in the hemline, her pubis was nearly exposed. Dick felt a definite stirring inside himself, looking at her.

"Hello!" Kara said, her shyness making her a little louder than necessary. "I have water!"

"Love some," Dick replied.

Kara hurried to take up a canteen from one of the tree trunks seated around the fire, and she offered it to both Dick and a quietly amused Kory. Dick drank, then Kory. Then Kara.

They sat around the fire, helping themselves to the roast and making gentle conversation. Dick was relaxed and firmly confident; Kory laughed at all Kara's jokes. She began to feel a little more confident of herself as she became used to the older man as a living, breathing presence. Oddly, what really put her at ease was having Dick's eyes dart excitingly to her breasts now and then. She felt desirable with his gaze. And when she saw Kory reaching over, gripping Dick's muscular thigh—Kara actually tingled.

At length, Kory stood. The sun had set as they talked; the flickering fire was everything, its light pushing at Kory's dress, pushing through it in some places, or caressing beads of sweat on her perfect body. "Kara," she said softly. "Do you know what my next trial is?"

Kara shook her head. "No."

"It's to train someone—an Amazon inexperienced in something that I have skill in. Teaching is very important to the Amazons, and I greatly respect that. I'd like to teach you about love. About passion. About men."

Dick drank from the canteen. "Kory, maybe—"

"I want to teach you, Kara, as I once taught him. I know you want him. He wants you too. But I need to show you how to have him."

Kara stammered, a bright red flush touching her cheeks. "I... I don't... maybe you're the one—who..."

"Neither of you have to do anything you don't want to do," Kory said sweetly. "But if you do want to, then trust me. As I trust you, Dick. As I trust Donna."

"I do trust you," Dick said, "but maybe I'm not the right person to—"

"You're the perfect person," Kory assured him. "You intimidate her. Your maleness. Your virility. She doesn't know how to match them. I'll teach her how to overcome her fear, show her there's nothing to be frightened of. We'll show her together. How... wonderful it can be."

"I would like that," Kara put in quietly. "It'd be like with Donna, right? You're Donna's friends. You'd be... nice?"

Kory smiled warmly. "Donna told us you watched. Watching can be fun. And safe, safer than being part of. You can watch for now, Kara. You can see what it's like..."

She giggled suddenly, peeling away the straps of her dress. It began to fall away from her like leaves coming off a tree in autumn. Kory smiled widely as it came away, more and more of her golden skin exposed, the full lushness of her body revealed. Kara wanted to bite her nails. Kory was even more intense than Dick: her sexuality vibrant, her hunger animalistic and fierce under the happy-go-lucky surface. But somehow, the very fulsomeness of her put Kara at ease in a way that Dick's intent musculature didn't. He was so very striking, so hard, Kara thought he might break her, even if she wanted to be broken.

But Kory was soft. Sweet, rounded features. Thick, curly hair. Wide, luscious thighs. Kara thought she could sink right into her.

"Show her what it's like, Dick," Kory tittered. "Lick my cunt."

Dick couldn't help but smile, seeing Kara's smooth cheeks turn bright red at Kory's cheerfully filthy language. "Sure, Kory. My pleasure."

Kory sat down in the sand, her long tan legs kicking into the sand, traces of it spraying out and sticking to her thighs and buttocks from her plopping impact. They were like jewels, accentuating her beauty. She spread her legs wide apart, showing off a red-haired cunt. Dick and Kara's eyes on it. Kory was relieved not to feel any resentment at Kara for watching. It was nice to have her friend looking at them. It made her feel like she was putting on a show.

"Lick my cunt already, Dick! It's hot enough for anyone!"

Dick knew Kory was putting on a show for her student. He found it amusing, and arousing. Kory was quite possibly the most uninhibited person he'd ever met. And after a childhood growing up with the Batman, that was something he was more than ready for.

He dropped to his hands and knees on the ground, the crisp white sand feeling smooth as liquid under his palms. Kory spread her legs wider, leaving plenty of room for his body inside their impressive span, and Dick crawled forward, glancing over at Kara. She was embarrassed, but fascinated. Dick winked at her, then directed his attention to Kory's waiting pussy. He leaned forward. His mouth found her sex. His tongue seemed to be sucked into her cunt.

"OOOooahhh!!" Kory moaned, her voice flaring up from her. "That feels good! So good, oh, yes! Lick it, Dick, yes!"

Dick almost laughed at the spectacle Kory made of herself, trying to tempt Kara. She was always demonstrative, but it usually took just a little while to get her motor running. Deciding to give her something to moan about, Dick set his tongue on her G-spot, massaging it rapidly and firmly.

"Oh, wow!" Kory moaned, feeling his intent attack on her. "Oh, X'Hal!" Her clit was swelling, as if fleeing the pressure from beneath, and Dick flicked it with his forefinger. "AAAhhhh!" Now Kory lost all consciousness of Kara, only thinking of the magic happening inside her pussy.

"What... what does it feel like?" Kara asked, her voice awed as she watched Kory writhe, a spectacle in itself, her breasts jiggling, her hair swirling about her head like a windstorm.

"Like a cock!" Kory gasped. "Only better! Oh! Ooooooh!"

Kara was still nervous—even more so, seeing how good it could be, imagining herself losing control as Kory so clearly had—but she was also still watching. And every second she watched, a new urgent signal raced through her young body. She was aware of an exciting, demanding itch between her legs, another in her nipples. Even her lips tingled. Her whole body cried out to be touched, but almost greater was her need to watch her two—teachers. Her eyes were glued to Kory's groin, Dick's flickering tongue.

Dick changed tactics suddenly, refusing to allow Kory to grow used to him. He replaced his tongue with three fingers inside Kory, just enough for it to hurt a little, Kory crying out a little louder but now in pain. And he moved his tongue to her trembling clit, as his fingers stroked firmly inside her, rubbing against the saliva he had just kissed into her. He felt Kory's thighs shake, her ass wiggling in the sand so hard she sent little sprays of it out. Her breasts heaved. Her head twisted from side to side. Sometimes, it seemed like Kory was always close. This was her truly out of her mind with the sheer nearness of her orgasm.

Kory had been close to coming since she took her dress off, since she'd been told her next trial would be bringing her two friends together. It was so exciting, first knowing how good it was to watch from seeing Dick and Donna together, now knowing that she was putting that same feeling into someone else. And then there was Dick's clever tongue on her button, always more than enough to drive her wild. She needed to finish up. Let Kara have a turn. She knew how Dick loved to tease her, draw it out so she'd know she'd been well and truly fucked, but hard and fast was fun too. She slapped her hands atop Dick's head, his luscious hair, and ground her hips into his handsome face.

"Oh, DICK!" she cried. He wasn't letting her suffer. His tongue was exactly where she needed it. "You're so good! You're wonderful! I'm coming!"

Dick smiled against the cunt firmly pressed into his mouth, feeling Kory's body quake, the orgasm shooting through her. Sand kicked up around them in perfume clouds as she writhed, Dick eating her out until she finally stopped moving.

"How was that?" Dick asked, dusting himself off.

"Like it always is!" Kory gasped. "I already knew, but—do it to Kara! Please! Eat Kara out!"

Dick looked over at Kara. The wind was picking at her sarong. He could see her firm inner thigh, glistening wetly. "Would you like that, Kara?"

"I... I...!"

"Please, Kara, please!" Kory insisted. "You need to know what his tongue feels like!"

"Well, I mean..."

"Would you like me to kiss your pussy, Kara?" Dick said quietly.

Kara paused for a long moment. She looked at Dick's soft lips, still wet from Kory, and Kory's cunt, still running with copious juices. "Yes!" she finally blurted out, her cheeks crimson.

Dick kissed Kory's knee, then rose. "Then spread your legs," he said kindly as he moved out from between Kory's plump thighs, to kneel before the log, between Kara's long legs. He saw her knees tremble as she inched her firm thighs apart, and he reached for the ring on her waistband, breaking it so that her sarong came off her and she was naked from her sternum on down. Kara's legs reflexively slid shut, but then she opened them again. Spread them until he was staring right at her sex.

Kara's face was bright red as he leaned forward. This seemed so much more serious than with Donna, safe, friendly Donna, who was more like a friend showing her what her body could do. This seemed more like being fucked.

Dick inhaled the fragrance of her excited pussy, taking a moment to pause and let her grow used to his nearness. He rubbed his hands over his legs, met her eyes and smiled gently to relax her. Kara's rapid breathing slowed. She managed a nervous smile. Kory sat beside her, lovingly running a hand over Kara's cheek, Kara laughing as she looked over and noticed the sand sticking to Kory's curvaceous body. Kory flicked some at her, smiling herself.

"I'm right here," Kory said, watching Dick bring his mouth to Kara just as intently as the Kryptonian was. "Just feel what he does to you. That's all you have to do. Just feel it."

Dick's tongue shot out, the tip darting at the moistness on her labia lips. Kara gasped suddenly, a fat flicker of excitement shooting though her. She gripped Kory's offered hand, squeezing it as Dick flattened his tongue and lapped her entire slit, slowly, painstakingly. When Dick reached her clit, Kara screamed.

"Isn't it amazing?" Kory asked, squeezing her hand in return.

"Oh! Ah!" Kara couldn't stop gasping. It was like she had suddenly been plugged into something huge and volatile. She was feeling intensity too big for her body, more stuffed inside her every time Dick stroked his tongue back and forth. She was burning there. She was on fire!"

"Your nipples are smaller than mine," Kory commented casually, reaching across to run a finger over them through Kara's gauzy top. "They're cute."

"OOOOOHHH!" Kara's head swayed from side to side, her long hair tumbling over her shoulders, falling across her face, sticking to her cheeks where she'd licked her lips nervously. Even her hair felt passionate now. "It's nice! It's nice!"

Kory giggled to herself and caught Kara's hard nipple between her fingers, pinching it softly. She could feel Kara's breast rise and fall rapidly, the nipple in her fingers practically stroking itself for her. Leaning over, Kory took Kara's face in her hands. She could tell Kara didn't know what to do with her mouth, wasn't ready yet to cry out and moan like Dick's tongue called for, so she showed Kara something else to do with it. Something they both could do.

Dick looked up to see Kory kissing Kara and his cock almost exploded. As enlightened as he was, and he was an honorary Amazon, there was just something about seeing two women kiss. Especially when one of them was Kory—fierce, loving, gentle, sexual Kory—and the other was Kara, shocked for a moment, then giving into the good feeling, the same good feeling that had her moaning with his every lap.

He watched them kiss, saw Kory rest her hand on Kara's thigh, right beside his head, and massage firmly. Heard Kara moan into Kory's mouth, her pert breasts shaking, nipples standing on end, muscular belly clenching as he tasted her more and more. Until the taste of her was overpowering, overwhelming even the memory of Kory's cunt kissing him.

"OH!" Kara cried, pulling away from Kory's kiss, the alien's green eyes watching intently as her body shook. "I... I can't... ohhhhh! AHH!"

Kory sucked at her throat and Dick ate her pussy, but what she felt was so much more than that, it was inside her, it was gripping her body and tossing her around like a leaf in a windstorm. She dug her fingernails into the wood seating her, felt it crack as distantly as she felt the joyous tears flowing down her cheeks. Even Donna had been nothing like this!

Kara continued moaning as her body seemed to cycle through earthquakes and aftershocks, tremors and more earthquakes, Kory kept at her throat and Dick at her pussy, they couldn't seem to get enough of her! Then she could take no more.

"Stop, please, please!"

Instantly, their loving mouths were removed from her burnt up flesh, the two looking at her with concern for the eternity it took for her breathing to return to normal. They saw her relieved smile, the shaky but satisfied way she pushed her hair back behind her head and squeezed her thighs together. The three of them shared smiles, Kory even leaning over to kiss Kara's cheek.

"Wasn't he wonderful?" Kory demanded breathlessly.

"Oh yes!" Kara sighed. "And so were you!"

Even Kory could blush. "Now, Kara, I want to teach you another lesson. An important one. You've received pleasure from Dick—we both have—and now it's time to give him pleasure in return. You must always reciprocate."

Kara nodded eagerly. She wanted to. She wanted Dick to feel as good as she had. She just didn't know if she ever could.

"Can you go first?" Kara asked. "Show me, once more?"

"I'd love to," Kory said. She leaned over to kiss Kara's lips again, and it seemed as friendly and as loving a gesture as when she had pecked Kara's cheek. "Dick? What could I do to give you pleasure?" she asked him wonderingly.

Dick stood up, carefully arranged his toga before undoing the clasp and letting it drop completely away from him. He saw Kara stare between his legs with a shocked, even awed expression, her mouth gaping open, her eyes the size of saucers. Dick was unable to suppress a smile, even when Kory amusedly slapped her hand at his shoulder. 

"And that's a cock," Kory explained, her exaggeratedly educational tone of voice too amused with itself to make her truly annoying. "A real cock. After a man eats you out, this is where he likes to be sucked."

Kara watched her friend reach out and take Dick's long, hard, thick cock in her hands. "I... I didn't know that."

"I bet you don't know how, either," Kory said sympathetically. "Just watch me. I'll show you everything."

Kara watched, looking almost ridiculously studious, as Kory leaned in to bring her mouth around Dick's thick shaft. She saw Kory's tongue leaving her mouth to circle his swollen cockhead first, then her plump lips pursing and sliding gently around the bulb, his length following, slowly disappearing into Kory's mouth. Kara had no idea where it all went, how Kory could take the huge appendage inside her mouth. She took it into her mouth as easily as a gooey chocolate bar.

Dick groaned in abject pleasure, as if helpless before what Kory was doing to his body. Kara envied Kory suddenly. Having that power over Dick, being able to make him feel so good...

Kory slurped her way off Dick's manhood, leaving him gasping by the time her mouth had trailed form his cockhead, tongue pulling a line of saliva from his crown. She gave his shaft a healthy pump, then pointed his throbbing cock at Kara. "Try it!"

"I don't know... it's so big..."

"Those are the best ones to have in your mouth!" Kory insisted. "You can feel the blood rushing in! Try it! It's fun!"

Dick thought he was going to explode, two beautiful women sitting before him, handling and mouthing his aching cock. He saw Kara's frightened, innocent expression as she reached for his cock, then defaulted to having her hand on Kory's shoulder. Kory, understanding, jabbed his prick against Kara's lips. Kara had to force herself to open her mouth as Kory brought Dick's manhood to it. She remembered the amazing pleasure his tongue had given her, telling herself she should know how to please a man just as much as he could please her. It was the Amazon Way.

"Lick it first," Kory laughed, stroking Dick's throbbing cock right in front of Kara. She could see the skin moving tautly over his heft. "Get a taste for it."

The nervous, willing girl forced her tongue out, bringing its tip to his swollen head. She touched the two together, a heavy flavor of brine exploding on her taste buds that very moment. Kara almost thought she would gag, it was so musky, so salty—so powerful.

Kory pushed Dick's cockhead against Kara's teeth. "Now take it in your mouth. Suck on it."

Kara had to force her jaws wide apart before taking him inside, the weight of his hard cock pushing her tongue down to the bottom of his mouth. She sucked along his length, stopping halfway when her throat constricted at his cockhead. Kory petted her hair soothingly, wordlessly telling her it was okay to be unable to throat him. Dick put one hand on Kory's head, one hand on Kara's. She could feel his heart beating along the thick veins of his shaft, his cock so large that it strained her jaw having him inside her mouth. Yet she found it terribly exciting. She felt that itch begin again as she tried moving her lips as Kory had over his length.




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"Faster, you should suck faster," Kory urged. "Let me show you."

She pulled Kara away from Dick, the cock slipping easily out of her mouth to be recaptured by Kory. She bobbed her head rapidly on it, taking his weighty organ in and out of her mouth like a runaway piston. Dick groaned, and it sounded to Kara like a boiler compressing. She looked up at him, sweat thick on his forehead, face turning red.

"I need to fuck something," he said simply, a note of command in his voice. "Who's ready?"

Kory let him slide from her mouth. "We are!" she cried, meeting his lustful gaze with relish. "C'mon, Kara! He can fuck us both!"

Kara felt unsure, but nowhere near as unsure as she'd been when they started this. "Will he fit?"

Kory smiled, grabbing Kara's hand in both of hers. "We'll make him fit!"

She pulled Kara to a fallen palm tree, the trunk propped up against another tree, a thick Pieter of timber sprawled at waist-height. Kory bent over it, her voluptuous ass stuck up in the air. She patted the trunk next to her. Kara bent over it too, the trunk pressed into her belly. She was too embarrassed to say anything; thankful that she didn't have to admit how aroused she was from watching Kory suck Dick's cock and having him in her own mouth. All she had to do was follow Kory's orders. She moved her legs apart, just like Kory's were.

Dick stood behind the two women doubled over the fallen tree, stroking himself, gazing hungrily at their luscious asses. Kory's firm and full, seemingly begging to be spanked, while Kara's was tight and small, her hips slender where Kory's were wide and womanly. He could see their puckered little assholes, their delicious pink pussies. He wondered if any other man had ever been so lucky.

Holding his cock in his hand, Dick leaned over Kory, guiding himself to her hole. He whispered in her ear as he entered her. "I'm gonna fuck you first to get good and wet, then I'm gonna fuck the hell out of Kara. I'll need to be real wet to get inside that tight pussy." He shoved himself all the way into her with one hard lunge.

Kory moaned, both from suddenly being stuffed with Dick's huge, trembling cock, and from being told that she and her protégé would be fucked exactly as she'd hoped they would be. Dick rammed himself in and out of her tight twat, fucking into her so hard his loins compressed her meaty ass nearly to the bone with each stroke. It bounded buoyantly every time he pulled away.

Dick pulled her hair too, groped her hanging breasts, but even with Kory screaming as loud as she was, Kara could tell it was all in pleasure. She saw flaming energy flicker from Kory's waving hair, a glow nimbusing around Kory's fisted hands, with hazes of heat coming off her whitened knuckles.

"How good does it feel?" Kara asked, looking into Kory's eyes as they glowed softly.

"Good!" Kory gasped. "Too good to—stand! You have to... you have to fuck him a while..."

Dick pulled himself from Kory's heat, moving over to directly behind Kara's lean ass. She felt him fondling her toned cheeks, pulling them apart to let him guide his aching cock to her wet slit. Not the head, but the shaft. He slapped it gently against her labia and she trembled with excitement. Her cunt trembled most of all.

"Are you ready to be fucked, Kara?" It was Kory asking, but she could feel the question in Dick as well. In how he waited.

"Yes," Kara said in a small voice. She smiled unexpectedly at Kory. Tensed as she felt his knob move over her clit, then press against her hole. Her muscles wouldn't tense. She was overcome by the eroticism of these two people, by their firm guidance of her. He pushed into her with one long, slow thrust.

"OOOhhh!"

"Does it hurt?" Kory asked.

"No!" Kara gasped. "Or... it hurts good... hurts so good..."

There was a discomfort, a weirdly incandescent discomfort, as Kara became used to this presence where nothing had ever been before, to being two in a space where she'd only ever been one. It slowly began to fade. A new sensation swept through her. It overpowered the discomfort, the pain. It overpowered her voice, making her cry out...

"Fuck me, Dick! Please, fuck me, now!"

***

Donna flew over Paradise Island, her black costume blending like camouflage with the night sky. Not even a dark outline betrayed her, her costume being filled with the selfsame stars as those in the heavens. Like a gust of wind, she roamed undetected over the island, seeking her friends. Astonishing that they'd all vanished at once. It was no surprise that Dick and Kory would seek some privacy, given Dick's occasional hang-ups about Kory's promiscuous attitude, but where could Kara had gotten off to? Donna hoped she was with them. The girl needed looking after.

Donna was just flying over Kara's hut when a gust of wind peeled back the jungle canopy, revealing to her a fire built in the distance. Donna sped toward it, visible only as a small, rapid change in the pattern of the constellations, and was about to land nearby when she heard the voice of a young woman—moaning and squealing with delight. It did not take even the most cursory of Donna's knowledge to know she was in the throes of passion.

Donna hovered low over the jungle, her feet nearly touched by the palm fronds being stampeded by the breeze, and she saw her friends in a wave of light from the campfire. Kory and Kara went bent over a fallen tree: Dick behind them, reacting as any would to two such appetizing sights.

Kory patted Kara's ass, telling Dick she was ready for even more, and Dick rammed himself to the very depths of her cunt. Kara was even tighter than Kory, Donna knew from experience. She imagined Dick felt like he was being milked as he pumped in and out of her sex.

"Fuck her, Dick!" Kory exclaimed, straightening up to straddle the tree instead of bending over it. All the better to watch Dick shove himself into Kara's cunt, and if watching that excited Donna, she could only imagine what it did for Kory. "She wants your hard cock in her, not out!"

"Yes, fuck me, fuck me!"

Donna smiled a little, hearing young Kara's pleading voice. She supposed it was only fair. By Amazon rite, she had been lucky enough to experience what most of Earth would consider the right of only her best friend, Kory. Now, Kara was getting to know that same thing. Learning from a wonderful and experienced partner, the same way Donna had, the same way she hoped Cassie would.

"My turn, Dick, it's my turn!" Kory was speaking, getting a little jealous, as she tend to.

"Almost done—!" Dick replied tersely.

She reached under Dick's pumping hips; Donna could only imagine she was grasping his heavy, churning balls in her warm hand. From the way Dick gritted his teeth and gripped Kara's waist as if holding on for dear life, Donna knew she was right.

"Remember who these belong to," Kory said haughtily, voice low and serious, just as Kara cried out in joy. Finished. Donna watched Dick slide back out of her pussy; the size of his cock made her body tingle.

Kory swung her leg over the tree. Now she was sitting on it, facing Dick. Her thighs wide apart.

Donna decided to keep watching. She thought it would please Kory, hearing later that Donna had watched her in flagrante delicto. Especially if they were in bed together at the time...

***

Kara was still bent over the tree as Dick's long, hard cock returned to Kory's cunt. Her chest was heaving, lungs fighting for oxygen. She could feel her own juices—so much of them—dripping from her, running down her quivering thighs. Her orgasm had hit her like a tidal wave and ended up about as wet. And Dick hadn't even come inside her. What would that be like? A firehose?

Even without that, her climax had been so intense that she'd blacked out a moment. When she came to, Dick was fucking Kory like he was meant to, Kory with one arm around his back, the other holding to the tree she sat on, just to keep from being thrown off it by his rutting inside her.

"Harder, Dick!" Kory squeaked, her voice so aroused it sounded downright husky. "Fuck me harder!"

Dick held onto Kory's taut waist, barely able to keep her sweaty body in position as his cock lunged to the bottom of her cunt. She whooped and hollered, loving his hard prick inside her. Always felt like she was riding a wild horse. A horse she could never quite break in. Would never want to.

"OH, DICK, I'm ready! I'M READY! NOW—NOW!"

***

Donna watched them come together, as avidly as Kara did. Kory shrieked with each pulse of cum she received, Dick's cock dug deep into her eagerly awaiting cunt before it shot. His climax was quieter, more deed than word. He simply grunted and his hips exploded in a wild frenzy. Donna couldn't believe he was controlling himself; it seemed certain he'd slip out of her, fucking so hard. But he didn't. He stayed inside her for every shot, and Kory seemed to get off the whole time.

They collapsed, barely atop the tree, locked in an impassioned embrace. Donna could see Dick go limp, fall from even Kory's clutching pussy. A slender river of cum followed, silver in the moonlight, and Donna almost laughed at how curious Kara looked, seeing it puddle beneath them. It was obviously the last thing Dick and Kory cared about at the moment.

Kory had only one thing to say when she'd caught her breath: "When?"

"When what?" Dick replied.

"When can I have more cock?" she cried, obviously loving the sound of the word. Donna had to smile.

Dick realized she was asking for Kara's benefit. The girl was clearly quite keen to find out, even without being able to ask herself. "It could be a while. You really took it out of me."

"I definitely took a lot out of you," Kory grinned. "I can still feel inside me..." She rubbed at his bare chest, delighted with all the sweat she found, the effort he'd put into fucking her. "But... what if I were to..."

Kara swung to the side, now lying down lengthwise on the tree to better watch as Kory slithered down Dick's body, taking his flaccid cock against her lips. She kissed its heft affectionately. "This is another reason you should know how to suck cock, Kara. It really helps guys... pick up where they left off."

And without anything more than a tiny giggle, Kory was suddenly sucking and slurping, happy as a clam.

Donna watched, wondering if she should step in. She knew of one thing that would get a guy ready even faster: watching her and Kory. Maybe Kara too.

With all three of them, it should take no time at all...

***

Kara smiled to herself, legs bent at the knees, ankles crossed, watching Kory suck Dick with such enthusiasm that she could only be in love. Of all the combinations they'd tried, she hadn't yet had Kory give her the lavish oral attention that Dick was getting, and all the Amazons said that women were better at it than men. And she hadn't had Dick come inside her either; if he did get hard again, it seemed only fair that he finish with her this time. But she didn't want to appear too greedy. She didn't want to feel any shame or guilt.

She didn't just then, and she hoped those feelings would stay away forever.

She also hoped Donna would woman up and do more than watch. If she didn't get to sit on the sidelines and play voyeur, there was no reason Donna Troy should get to.



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Dick limbered up, rotating his arms and legs, cracking his joints like he hadn't done since his acrobat days. Bruce had trained him so hard that his calisthenics tended to be running along rooftops, swinging from one building to another. But for this, Dick thought he'd like a proper warm-up.

Diana faced him across the arena floor. Her costume's colors, brighter than even the Robin costume he'd so recently outgrown, seemed to glow in the bright sunlight. She gripped a stave carefully, moving it minutely to test its weight. Dick's own was stabbed into the ground, waiting for him to loosen.

"You know I don't stand a chance against you, right?" Dick asked.

"It's more a test of fighting spirit," Diana replied. "Besides, we're Amazons. When don't we love a good fight?"

Dick picked up his stave, giving it an easy twirl, looping its spin around his body with a precise judgment of its heft. Diana quirked an eyebrow, impressed, and Dick gripped it across his shoulders, a relaxed but ready bo-staff stance.

"Now?" Diana asked.

"Well, I'm not immortal."

Diana smiled, offered a quick, imperial salute, then lunged. Dick blocked, not with the full force of his muscular physique, but with an almost playful motion of his own stave. They were both too good not to want to gauge the other before truly engaging.

Dick snapped his stave at her; she deflected it and struck; he parried that as well. Motionlessness. They regarded the strumming of each other's muscles, the coolness of one another's skin. Despite swinging their staves so hard that the crack of one upon the other had been heard to the highest tier of the amphitheater, neither had broken a sweat.

"Bold," Diana said. "I can see why Donna likes you. Most would be a little put off by going into battle with me."

"Oh, I am. But once you've seen Bruce without his morning coffee..."

Dick swung, hoping to score a quick hit on Diana's ribs, but she blocked—so damn fast, even without her power. He backpedaled, trying to avoid her parry, and succeeded, but gave up ground, almost tripping over his own feet before coming to a sliding stop. Sand kicked up from the arena ground, clouding around his ankles. Diana, pleased, offered a grin.

"I think I'll end this now," she said. "After all... you're not immortal."

She came in, three hearty blows—blocked, blocked, blocked, but it jarred the stave in Dick's hands, rattled his bones right down the weapon's length—he felt sweat on his palms, grinding into the stave's finger-bitten handles. But he was quick on his feet, thinking fast. He knew Diana was counting on disarming him, pressing her offensive until she'd gotten the stave out of his hands. Instead of staying on the defensive, he moved in close, his elbow sweeping in, muay thai.

She brought her arm up to block and their forearms collided, bone against bone. Dick retreated, quick footwork evading a kick she sent after him. In a split-second, he'd steadied his grip. Now, lightning-fast, he went on the offensive again. Brought the top-half of his stave down, hit her block, ricocheted into the bottom-half of his stave coming up. The butt of it thudded into Diana's stomach, not able to produce a sound from her, but scoring a hit nonetheless. Diana scowled, more at her own overconfidence than him, because she offered him a congratulatory smile after.

"I think it's cheating," she joked. "Lulling me into a false sense of security with that ridiculous outfit..."

Dick could feel the sweat on his exposed chest—one of the new wrinkles of the costume he'd adopted as Nightwing, now that Jason Todd was Robin. He thought he'd have to change it soon. Gar had started calling him 'Discowing' and the name was getting around...

"If you want, we could take a break while you change into that outfit you wore while Artemis was Wonder Woman. That would make us even."

Here was where Donna, if he were fighting Donna, would stick out her tongue at him. Diana was much too refined for that—in fact, Dick worried he'd offended her for a moment. Then she broke into a rich laugh.

"What can I say?" she asked. "It was my first chance to really shock my mother."

"Did it work?"

"Not hardly. She was just glad I wasn't dating a Minotaur. Shall we finish?"

"Let's."

Everything before had simply been prologue to this: full combat, each of them thinking, hoping they had the measure of each other. Their staves clashed, whirled, danced, striking against each other continuously, the tempo of a racing heartbeat. They'd ascertained each other's' weaknesses, sorted the feints from the openings. Now they tested each other.

But as fast as they moved, Dick's mind worked even faster. He knew he couldn't beat Diana in a simple throwdown, he'd have to outthink her (and good luck with that, his inner Barbara needled). He feinted, faked that a good parry on her part was a great one, and she capitalized instinctively, committing all her disciplined strength to swiping his stave from his hands.

He let her; the blow, expert as it was, had put her just an iota off-balance, and he threw himself into that, tackling her to the ground, the combined impact of his body against hers and the ground against her back thrusting her own stave from her hands.

She didn't just let him have it. Dick had a bare moment of the heat of her body against his, so much hotter than even the sweat and burning of his own muscles, then she was in motion. He countered, a simple struggle to fit his body to hers more efficiently than she could, to place her in a hold before she could put him in one.

He wasn't that fast. Diana clawed over him, rolled him onto his belly, covered him from behind, his right arm jerked behind himself, in her hands, pressure applied.

"Do you yield?" No more challenge in her voice. She was now deathly serious.

Now psychology came into play. Dick was good at reading people, and Diana was more open than she thought. She wouldn't break his arm. Not over a simple sparring match. So, he tested her. Pitching himself forward after straining backward into her grip, throwing his legs back over his own head, then swinging them back—gathering all the momentum, all the flexibility he could—slipping inside her grip with a few inches of leeway, then capitalizing, scrambling out from under her, back around, swiping the tiara from her head. Her hair, unbound, fell forward like night descending. Then he was away, rolling across the sands before her angered swipe could catch him.

They both rose, stained with sand, breathing pitched from the close-quarters wrestling. Diana's hair fell tangled over her face, bordering on her blazing eyes and high cheekbones. She casually brushed a lock behind her left ear. Said nothing. Nothing to say. Dick knew using the tiara as a weapon was outside the boundaries of their combat; he moved to set it aside. Diana shook her head. Gestured for it, two fingers crooking from him to her.

Dick tested its weight, tossing it up and down. Not so different from a Batarang. He threw, giving it a nice little curve—Diana moving to pluck it out of the air, but missed, and it cut through the stray lock of hair on her right. Boomeranged around her and she caught it then. Looked down at lock of hair cut from her head and finally nodded, impressed.

"I'd say you pass."

Dick took a deep breath, finally allowing himself to pant as much as he wanted to. Donna Troy was quickly at his side, handing him a waterskin and surreptitiously checking for a concussion. Dick drank greedily.

"Another minute and you'd've had me," he told Diana, water making chilly cuts down his chin. He wiped it off his overheated skin.

"I'm glad you can admit it. But I should say I'm impressed you managed to escape my hold. There aren't many who can go to the ground with me and emerge."

Dick shrugged. "If it's any consolation, Donna's taught me a lot."

Diana stooped to pick her hair from the ground, bringing it to him. "I think you're the one who deserves a consolation prize. You Gothamers—you seem to have a thing for hopeless fights."

"They're the best kind," Dick confessed, grinning boyishly. He took the lock of hair from her, tucking it into an empty compartment in his belt. Then bowed gently. "Thank you for allowing me the privilege of this contest."

Diana bowed in return. "Thank you for an interesting match. You're not very much like your master. I don't think he'd be able to admit what you just did."

Dick took another long drink. "I can stand losing. I just don't like it."

"It all depends on who you lose to, I suppose."

***

Dick smiled as Donna landed before him. Before him, but behind Kara and Kory, who knelt between his wide-spread legs, giving him plenty to smile at to begin with. She walked forward with full, voluptuous strides, her hips wagging from side to side. Kara heard her by the crunch of the sand under her feet. She turned as much as she could with her mouth staying on Dick's manhood, his taste shared with Kory. Seeing Donna's approach, jealousy flared from her.

"No, you can't have him!" she cried. "He's mine! Mine and Kory's!"

Donna only smiled, watching as Kory took Kara's chin in her hand, claiming her attention. "You are soon to be an Amazon, little one," Kory said fondly. "And among the Amazons, all must share."

Donna knelt down beside Kara, balancing out Kory on the other side of her. "And there is much to share."

Stirred by the sight of all three beautiful women before him—possibly the loveliest women on all of Paradise Island—Dick was growing bigger and harder than ever before. Even Kory gasped gently at how fast, how thoroughly he'd recovered.

"It's good to share," Donna said. "Especially when it means someone can teach you how to really suck..."

"Oh yeah?" Kory asked, putting her hand round the base of Dick's shaft.

"Yeah," Donna replied, adding her hand over Kory's. His cockhead overshot both their grips, its tip rapidly turning purple. "You don't slobber all over it like you haven't eaten in days. You move in... close... you kiss it... show it how much... you love it..."

She pushed herself onto Dick's manhood in slow, gulping suckles... working her way up to gorging herself... her lips closing over wide swathes of the cock and then narrowing down to a little kiss as she pulled. Not taking his cockhead into her mouth, but protractedly, prosaically lapping away at him, inch by inch. Dick groaned deeply, pulling Kory up to his chest and hugging her tight, both of them still watching as Donna treated every bit of Dick's prick to one lavish affection after another.

"I don't understand," Dick gasped, "how you both can be so different and still so good!"

"It's because we both love you so much," Kory said, reaching down to pet her girlfriend's hair as she made her boyfriend so hot, so hard. "Kara, suck his balls."

Kara looked at them, bobbing next to Donna's chin, and suddenly wanted them voraciously. She moved in, but Donna stopped her with a hand on her chest, that bitch, she was supposed to share!

With one last, lingering compress of her lips, Donna pulled herself from Dick's manhood. She met Kara lips to lips, the Kryptonian squirming at first, astonished to be kissed, but she yielded almost instantly, letting her hands rest on Donna's hips as the Amazon wetly pressed their mouths together. Donna finished by licking Kara's lips for her, all the way to the tip of her pert nose.

"Now suck his balls," Donna ordered, and Kara could do nothing but nod eagerly.

Dick groaned, the sound heavier than ever, as both woman's mouths engulfed his prick. Kory felt his grip on her tighten wonderfully as he took their shared efforts, master and apprentice, teacher teaching and learner learning.

"I don't think I can handle this," he gasped.

Kory petted his head. So adorable, actually finding Dick's limits. "You don't have to. Just make sure to give your cum to Kara. She's earned it."

"Besides," Donna said, slurping her way off his shaft to immediately be replaced by a curious, satisfied Kara, "she needs to start practicing with other 'tools'."

"Think you can take it, Kara?" Kory asked, curling her fingers in Dick's chest hair as she watched his cock strain for Kara's unsteady mouth. "All that cock?"

"All that cum?" Donna added impishly.

The question only seemed to excite Kara more. She bobbed her head up and down in Dick's lap, now with all the room she could want as Donna rose to sit on Dick's knee opposite Kory, kissing the Tamaranian to share the freshest taste of Dick's precum. Her young breasts jiggled in their top, all the more fiercely for their modesty, perhaps inspiring Dick to make the strangled sound he made and fondle Kory and Donna's breasts alike, squeezing and kneading the warm flesh as if he could ever possibly determine which cleavage was better. As if his cock wasn't oozing enough precum already...

Then he reached past to them to Kara, Kara needing his attention, ignoring Kory and Donna as they playfully kissed at his cheeks, his arms. He spoke in gentle Kryptese as he straightened her ragged hair. "That's it, that's it, you're doing fine. Don't even worry. Just suck, just enjoy my cock in your mouth..."

It amazed Kara that he had learned her language, that he could think to speak of it with three women pleasuring him.

Then he met the other two women in a pair of kisses, whispering something in their ears once they'd been satisfied with his lips. Kory and Donna left Dick to only Kara's attentions, the long-time lovers slipping down to hug themselves to Dick's dangling legs, petting and whispering encouragement to Kara, advising and praising in either ear. Chanting what he'd whispered to them. The Kryptonian word for suck.

Kara obediently tightened her fingers around the base of the prick, jacking it up and down even as she slurped on the end of the thick shaft. More precum greeted her, as eager to be swallowed as she was to have it in her belly, and she let it be fed to her swirling, cavorting tongue with pure relish. Kory kissed her cheek. So did Donna. They were very proud of her.

Kara wanted to make them prouder. She forced her mouth to open wide, jammed it down to Dick's hairy groin. He sighed explosively, his cock seeming to pulse with his exhalation right between Kara's lips. She felt her womanhood, slick and powerful, as she thought of swallowing his cum, accepting it into her body just as Kory had done with her pussy.

"Gonna shoot!" Dick panted, his hands on Kara's head as if trying to contain all the pleasure she was giving him. He forced himself to revert to Kryptese. "Suck it hard, Kara! You're so good, so amazing--take it all! I know you can!"

Kara did, just as she wanted to, just as they all wanted her to. She sucked his big, juicy prick just as hard as she could, slurping and swallowing noisily, fucking her ovaled lips up and down his length. Her fist was a blur, whipping up and down the foremost of his cock, massaging it from the base to her sucking lips. There was less and less to grasp with each passing moment.

"Swallow it, Kara!" Kory cheered, leaning in to watch. "It's so much fun to swallow it!"

Donna leaned in even closer, her breasts brushing against Kara's pistoning arm in their velvety fabric. "You're such a good little cocksucker..."

"Gonna cum!" Dick repeated mindlessly. "Gonna cum!"

Kara couldn't wait. Kory and Donna pressed in on her, literally cheek to cheek with her as she finally took her hand away and swallowed Dick to the very root. It was too much for even his restraint. He clutched her skull, fingers tangled in her hair, the force so hard he might actually harm a non-metahutman. With equal fervor, he jerked his hips off the log he'd been sitting on, fucking his cock into Kara's wetly sucking lips until he'd exorcised everything from himself but a scream and an orgasm.

Then he gave that to Kara too, a torrent of cum gushing from his cockhead, striking home down Kara's throat. Kory and Donna were so close, they could almost taste Dick's cum, but this, tonight, was all for Kara. She clung hungrily to his cock, defeated but unconquered, as it rewarded her to her heart's content. She sucked and jacked and swallowed, wanting all it had to give her. Dick wanted her to have it, too. They all did. Every single Amazon.

Then, like they were all cooling from the rush of Dick's ending, everything seemed to unspool, as slow and precise as a record player on a far groove. Kory and Donna rested their heads against Kara's, communing with her as she swallowed, as she tasted, as she was warmed to the pit of her stomach. Then the other two turned on Donna. She submitted easily—Kara pulling open the top of her costume, Kory working the bottom of it off the belt that connected the two halves and down the long and slender thighs.

Dick watched, feeling his cock throb pitifully, still dripping from Kara's wet mouth. He watched as Kory slipped Donna's pantyhose down over her ankles, teasingly looped them over the fallen tree. Kara laid Donna's top beside it, then lowered her nose to the soaked hosiery. She sniffed.

"Smells good, doesn't it?" Kory moaned, rubbing her nose directly at the source. "Don't worry, Kara, I'll leave some for you."

"There's plenty for both of you," Donna said. "Wait, shit, fuck—"

"What is it?" Kory asked, poised about to throw her face between Donna's legs.

"The trials. That's what I came to tell you. You need to go to the arena for your next trial. Diana herself—"

"Can't she wait?" Kory groaned.

"Kory, this is a great honor—"

"Yes, yes," Kory sighed. She gave Donna a quick kiss. "Promise me you'll keep going? The thought of you three will keep me warm."

"It won't be the same without you," Dick said, patting her on the shoulder apologetically.

"Good," Kory replied. "So next time, when I am here, you'll know how thankful you should be at having been blessed with my attentions." She gave Dick the same kiss she'd given Donna, and Kara as well, then took off, flaring through the night with a contrail of energy flaming off her rippling hair.

"Isn't she going to get dressed?" Kara asked.

Both Dick and Donna were shaking their heads.

***

The sands of the arena were much like they had been when Dick had been tested by Diana, at least to the naked eye. There was no way of telling that each grain of sand had been endlessly redistributed. The wind, the rain, and a near-constant stream of sparring and training had shuffled and cut the sands like an infinite deck of cards.

Kory flew high above them, watching the slightly shifting pattern from afar as the breeze delicately carved the arena floor. She flew through a rain-dark cloud, the inner moisture cleansing and refreshing her body, before coming down for a landing.

She was growing weary of being tested, the assumption that she was unworthy, the presumption that she had anything to prove. She was a princess, a Tamaranian, a woman. She did what she liked, as she liked. She had agreed with Donna's definition of the Amazon way, and wanted to please her by following their rites. But now, this silly custom interfered with her pleasure. Well, if they wanted her to hit something, she damn well would, by X'Hal.

She landed, sinking her bare toes into the sands, enjoying the sudden warmth after her chilly bathing. Diana looked her over, not evincing any surprise over her nakedness. She seemed to appreciate it at an aesthetic remove, as she would a masterful painting, smiling and giving a brisk nod in approval.

"I see you don't believe in dressing to impress," Diana said, light teasing in her voice.

Kory put her hands on her waist, cocking her hips, putting her physique on even better display. "I impress one way or another."

"I hope so." Diana gestured to a weapons rack, sensing and catering to Kory's impatience. "Choose your armament."




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"My bare hands," Kory said, holding them up wrapped in fists.

Diana nodded again—not in approval, Kory thought, but the woman was hard to read and Kory was in no mood to bother.

Diana raised her own arms, locking into a fighting stance. They held the reflection a moment—each armored with their defense, armed with their aggression. Then Kory broke into a run, sand shooting out from her heels in arterial sprays, carrying her straight at Diana. At the last moment, she jumped into a lunge, bringing her right arm down like a hammer straight for the crown of Diana's head.

Diana blocked, arms crossed above her head so that Kory's blow landed in the junction of her forearms. Kory's feet hit sand; her left arm came up in a body blow that landed square in Diana's ribs. Knocked only one breath from her, but it was a breath Diana hadn't counted on losing this early. She gave ground, pivoting on her heels like a dance, deflecting or dodging Kory's strikes as they just. Kept. Coming.

"Not going to try and feel me out?" Diana asked, holding her block, knowing it was nigh-impenetrable, letting Kory throw herself at it and hoping it would wear down her precious momentum.

"I had your measure the first time we met," Kory said, fighting like a jackhammer, rights and lefts and rights and lefts, clobbering Diana's defense and maybe not getting through, but still taking her for a ride. "You're just an older version of Donna. And if you think you're better than Donna—you're not!"

"I agree. But I am more experienced..." Kory came for her with a sweeping roundhouse and Diana bent backwards under it; it was a half-second later that Kory realized her foot was coming up too, catching her under the chin and sending her shooting into the air. "And a lot stronger!"

Kory landed on her feet, kneeling, springing up, dashing at Diana head down like she would ram her into another world. Diana barely had time to brace herself; she didn't juke or dodge, instead taking the charge head-on, digging her heels in. Her body strained against Kory's, feet working ferociously at the sand, sometimes resisting, sometimes giving ground, trying to get the tight body contact needed for a hip-throw, a leg-sweep—the harai goshi of judo. Finally her feet locked, her arms coiled under Kory's belly. She ducked, drawing Kory over her hip, slamming her to the ground in a cloud of sand.

Instantly Kory was up, right into a left hook from Diana, so harsh it spun her around, instinctively making her retreat. Diana followed, matching aggression with aggression, throwing jabs that connected, were shrugged off.

Kory lunged, grappled with Diana; that became a deluge of knees to the body. Diana tried to duck through them, but Kory leapt up, suddenly putting her weight on Diana, hands jerking Diana's strong right arm into alignment, legs wrapping around Diana's neck. She brought Diana to the ground, thighs crushing her skull, one arm helplessly twisted under Diana's own body, the other trapped at full extension by Kory's pulling hands. Diana could smell her arousal.

"Yield!" Kory bellowed. "Yield!"

Instead, Diana licked. Kory stiffened, gasped, suddenly so intimately aware of her sexuality, her body's hot runnings—the things she lost inside herself so she could go into battle. But it hadn't been so long ago that she'd been with Dick, so gleefully exploring the boundaries of her own body and that of others. Diana licked again, slower this time, as if savoring the taste. And again, a gentle moan coming from where her head was buried between Kory's legs—a sound of appetites awoken and waiting to be fulfilled.

Kory did not relax her grip, but she didn't shy away from the touch either. She made no move to discourage Diana. "I suppose this counts as surrender," she sighed.

"For now," Diana said. Despite her speaking, she never seemed to leave Kory's sex long enough for the pleasure to end. Even when she spoke, her lips, her tongue kept Kory teased, taut, ready. "And soon, it will be your turn."

"Never!" Kory said, even if it was halfway a groan. "I am a Princess of Tamaran."

"I was a goddess," Diana said dangerously. "If you are to be my sister as Donna is, you must yield to loving authority..."

"I do not yield!" Kory stressed, tightening her thighs piquantly. The angrier she got, the more her juices seemed to flow, the hotter she burned in every sense. She was tired of lying on the ground, in the dirt along with Diana. She adjusted the hold, forcing Diana to her back and mounting her, legs crossed around her neck, Diana's right arm still caught in the circle of Kory's. If Kory just leaned forward, she could bend it the wrong way, break it. Diana's left arm was released, but she didn't have the leverage to break the hold. "Finish what you started!" she commanded.

Diana did, bowing her head once more to her task but slowly, imperiously, her tongue traveling lengthily over Kory's slit as if she were a connoisseur wanting to sample the flavor, no more. Kory quickly became impatient with her efforts. She enjoyed driving Donna to the point of being unable to contain her lust, giving into her, wanting her tongue surrounded on all sides by Kory's sweet taste, but Diana never reached that point. Her tongue was a warm, steady ember, never bursting into a flame.

"You will make me come!" Kory demanded, pushing Diana's arm against the bone, knowing how Donna enjoyed being commanded, controlled. Diana resisted, not openly, but with the stubborn implacability of a mountain. She continued her tongue's ponderous journey into and over Kory's sex, as if she could not be tempted to give one iota more pleasure than Kory already was receiving.

Kory let go of Diana's arm with one hand, trapping it instead with her palm wrapped around Diana's four fingers, ready to crush them painfully if Diana tried breaking free. Her now free hand went to Diana's head, tightening in her hair, forcing her to Kory's cunt. She undulated her hips, grinding herself into Diana's face, her tongue obediently there to meet Kory's swaying thrusts. She felt herself impaled by Diana's tongue, centered around it, a slow-burning flame now inside her, heating her.

"Yes," Kory muttered, "X'Hal..."

Her hips swayed more insistently, but Diana's tongue slowed, her lips now closing, compressing, puckering against Kory's labia. Kory moaned aloud at the sensitive pressure of Diana's lips against her own, the touch firm and yet just light enough to tantalize. It was almost enough to make her not miss the waggling of Diana's tongue so far inside her, far enough to reach the places only Dick had...

"Lick me," Kory moaned, now pumping her hips upon Diana's face. "Eat me..." At her wit's end, she plunged her hips completely downward, tightening her legs to their utmost, Diana's face now crushed against her cunt.

And Diana gave it to her. Finally. Her tongue everywhere Kory needed it to be and nowhere else, a kiss and a fuck and a slap all at once, gasoline all over the fire she'd started inside Kory. There was no build-up, or rather the build-up was the tasting, the combat, even the words they'd exchanged that had made Kory want to bury that smug face between her legs, fill that insouciant mouth with her cream...

Kory tossed her head back, her wild mane flickering across her naked body in curling flames, raking her flesh like the tails of a whip. Her voluptuous buttocks clenched, as did the firm muscles of her belly and thighs, tensing so hard it sent a jiggle through her mammoth breasts. Her arms tensed last, powerful muscles rising from the soft flesh and cords standing out from her neck, as if she were struggling to contain the powerful scream she delivered to the heavens: "X'HAAAAL!"

Diana was free then, escaping from Kory just as the outcry had, just as her copious ejaculation had. She hoped Kory had paid attention to this method of teaching by example—how by giving in, exhibiting control and patience, she could get what she wanted and give pleasure besides—but Kory seemed like the type of stubborn learner who would take a few lessons for it to really sink in.

Even as Kory let loose with passion, Diana was pulling her into a hold, catching her trembling limbs in an almost gentle grip. From behind, Diana's bare legs cinched around Kory's waist. Her arms wrapped over Kory's, holding them up and afield of where they could break the hold. Her hands did not meet behind Kory's neck, as would be usual for a full nelson, but instead caught on Kory's throat. Diana squeezed, cutting off Kory's air with a touch as light as a silk scarf. When she let go, it would not even leave a bruise.

Kory struggled, to her credit. She did not give into the afterglow, nor the ongoing throbs of pleasure from her clenched sex. Even as the loss of oxygen, drug-like, lengthened and exuberated her satisfaction, she kept fighting. Still, fading from consciousness brought sudden, strange ecstasy, and she moaned in open fulfillment as her green eyes finally shut.

Diana went to work then.

***

Kory came awake slowly, almost as if the weakness that had cost her victory with Diana now wanted to keep her in the pleasurable dreams Diana's forced submission had given her. She didn't surrender to them. She forced herself awake with a war cry, straining against sudden painful bondage. "What is this?" she demanded of Diana, the princess standing over her, looking not smug exactly, but definitely not properly worshipful. "What have you done to me?"

"Improvised," Diana answered. "All that hair is quite lovely, but you should know the risks of going into battle with it."

Kory looked down her body, struggling to comprehend what had happened. The voluminous hair, never cut except on days of ritual, now bound her. Locks of it had tied her hands behind her back, her legs together. If she tried to break her bonds, she would rip out her own scalp.

"How dare you!?" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Easily undone," Diana replied, "as soon as you yield."

"Never! Dick, Donna, they'll come for me, and then you'll be sorry!"

Diana rolled her eyes, if somewhat affectionately. "You don't like being tied up, do you?"

"Does anyone?" Kory retorted, wishing she could at least have the pleasure of struggling against her bonds without harming herself.

Diana shrugged, considering. "It has its moments. But you wouldn't know. Your days of slavery—they've blinded you to the merits of submission. You must be in control, in power, at all times. Doesn't this put a strain on your friendships, your lovers? Don't you know of the pleasures this keeps you from?"

"I don't need any of that! I am just fine with Dick and Donna!"

"You deprive them and you deprive yourself," Diana said in no uncertain terms. "It's understandable. But you've had time enough to trust those you've befriended. You should be able to see for yourself that their authority is loving and true."

"I submit to no authority! I am authority! I am Princess of Tamaran!"

"You are also an Amazon, soon enough, and even if you will not submit to Dick and Donna—not even in passing—you will submit to me, just as I submit to my mother and my goddesses."

"You're a fool!" Kory cursed. "You give away power for nothing, nothing!"

"Nothing? Not even pleasure? Let me show you, just a taste... a little of the power you can gain in submission."

"I won't!" Kory cried petulantly.

Diana crossed her arms. "Oh? Are you so frightened of giving into another's will? Even someone pure? Even someone you love?"

"Nothing puts fear in me!" Kory boasted.

"Then an agreement. Allow me to make love to you, as you so enjoyed before, but like this—with me in power. If I do not satisfy, I'll release you and yield the contest. If I do, you'll yield. You can see for yourself the pleasures of loving authority, but outside your relationships with Dick and Donna."

Kory lowered her head dangerously. "I could never enjoy being bound and used in such a way."

"Don't confuse hateful submission with willing surrender. You've allowed my sister in your bed, slept with your back to her, trusted her with your unprotected flesh. This is only a difference of degrees."

Kory shook her head, fitful and imperious. "I still won't enjoy it!"

"Then all you have to gain by letting me try is victory in this contest."

"Very well, then. But an old hag like you could never satisfy me as Donna does, not under any circumstances!"

Diana smiled gently. "I will endeavor nonetheless..."

She knelt before Kory, already on her knees, and her hands came up. She moved Kory's knees aside, then her fingers delved in, toyed their way to Kory's crotch, spread her labia. Kory shivered once, stiff against her own imprisoning hair. "That doesn't feel good at all! You're not pleasing me any!"

Diana wasn't listening, at least not to Kory's words. Her fingers came to rest on the sides of her sex. They pulled to either direction, opening Kory to the chill of the breeze and the brightness of the sun out from behind the clouds. It really didn't feel good—at least, not as good as it was supposed. Kory had the feeling of an absence, a touch she wasn't receiving. Then Diana laid Kory on her side, straightened her legs out, her pussy a neat clamshell set like jewelry between her rounded thighs.

She moved to kiss Kory, slowly, warmly, affection up front and passion behind, like Donna did. And she moved her head—flaring nostrils, pursed lips—down Kory's body, all the way to her labia. The warm, moist breath colliding with Kory's vulva. Kory tested her bonds again, got the same pain. It made her feel less guilty about the other sensations going through her body.

Then Diana's tongue shot into her sex, as if in mocking counterpoint to how brazenly Kory had gone on the offensive before. Kory felt the stars, not in the sky, but up close, in her head, bright. Diana had filled her deeply, from the first, and it was like nothing she had ever felt, even with Donna.

Donna hadn't summoned cold sweat across her body. Donna hadn't flicked her clitoris, both nonchalant and intense, tongue coursing over it until it sizzled. Donna's fingers hadn't snaked to her gates, spreading her wide, allowing even more room for that knowing tongue. Donna hadn't made the very walls of her sex quiver, growing tighter and tighter to keep this wonderful intruder inside.

Donna hadn't intimidated her. Mastered her. Kory kept trying her bonds, not despite the pain, but because of it. She'd made love to Donna with slow warmth, fucked her hard and fast, but never done this—pain mingled with pleasure, submission bringing sex, surrender bringing ecstasy.

"Your body's yielding," Diana muttered, as if in prayer to her cunt. "I can feel it. It's not used to how good it can be, when you're afraid, when you're in pain, but it's still what you want. Your mind gets out of its own way. You don't have to worry what will happen next. You just have to experience what's happening now."

She covered Kory's sex with her entire mouth, teeth grinding into her labia, tongue invading deeply, and Kory began saying "X'Hal, X'Hal!"

She wasn't sure when she stopped. Perhaps, somewhere deep inside, she still hadn't.

Diana's hand came up to clasp Kory's left breast tightly, her other hand curving behind Kory, fingers slicking over her sweat-damp ass. Kory's whole body was shivering, sweating, reduced to pure weakness by Diana's precise control.

Kory couldn't move, not for anything. She didn't dare attempt any motion that might budge her from her seemingly precarious porch, take her sex away from the all-consuming pleasure that gripped it. She laid in infuriated stillness while Diana feasted at her pussy, devouring her with a passion that built and grew in both of them.

Her fingers were busy around the twitches of her tongue, keeping Kory open to her efforts, and her clit was swollen so large that there seemed no way for Diana to miss it, running her sniffing nose over it every time her head nose. She licked it too, almost as an afterthought, every uncaring swipe sending Kory plunging toward orgasm that she never reached. She could only dissolve into helpless, furtively restrained spasms.

Diana lifted her head suddenly. Eyes, pupils blown out by lust, staring fixedly at Kory's body. The quivering of it was artwork.

Kory tensed her legs as best she could, trying to summon back the rapidly receding ecstasy. "Don't you dare stop! I'm almost there! You're not allowed to stop!"

Diana touched her lips with one long finger. Kory tasted herself, the exact same aroma that coated Donna's lips when they kissed after making love. Kory loved the taste mingled with that of Donna. Sampling it directly, she found it almost more delicious. She opened her mouth. The finger slipped inside, Kory sucking at it passionately, voraciously.

"Your resistance tastes good," Diana said mockingly. Kory couldn't bring herself to care about the disrespect.

Diana smiled warmly and rose a little along Kory's body, her own large breasts sliding over her flesh. A nipple, hot and stiff, slid through Kory's copper-colored pubic hair. Kory moaned tremulously around the finger quarreling with her tongue.

"You enjoyed that?" Diana asked solicitously. She took her breast in her hand, pausing to grope herself, then pressed it to Kory's sex, pushing until the firm nipple was worked inside of Kory's tight slit. "There is much to enjoy," Diana suggested, groping herself, her nipple vibrating accordingly inside of Kory, sending explosions bursting through the girl.

Her sex was fully engaged, sucking and clenching at Diana's flesh, and Wonder Woman moaned just as Kory was, enjoying Kory's sweet pressure on her teat as much as any foreplay.

Kory bucked upward, still sucking Diana's finger, almost biting it in two. Diana's breast was heaving with passion, hot, blood-swelled flesh pushing against Kory, entering her, feeding her. She was helpless, she was at Diana's mercy, but still she felt no fear. Only pleasure. Only ever pleasure.

Her climax hit her like the stars Diana had lit inside her were going supernova. She thought of her slavery, the experimentation, the cruelty, trying vainly to resist this grueling ecstasy, but the thought passed from her mind as quickly as it had entered. This was nothing like that. Diana wanted to please her, not use her. This was about her pleasure, not her humiliation. Diana was more experienced than her, wiser than her, knew better than her how Kory herself wished to be pleased.

Kory could not spare a thought for resistance or reluctance. All her concentration, all her body's vast strength, was focused on the shift, shattering loss of her body to Diana's dominative pleasuring. When she came, she could not imagine such a sensation ending. Ever.

Diana enjoyed Kory's tight pussy around her nipple until the trembling and moaning had subsided. Then she leaned back, her tight smile and alit eyes in passionate counterpoint to Kory's heavy panting, her flushed body.

"I can see why my sister is so fond of you," Diana said thoughtfully. "Despite your stubbornness. Now, will you yield? Submission is only one of many pleasures. I would like to teach you another—and learn from you as well."

"I refuse!" Kory shook her head. "I'm not satisfied! You have not beaten me!"

"You came," Diana observed wryly, casting her eyes to the veritable puddle encompassing Kory's inner thighs, as well as her own upper chest. "You left little doubt as to that."

"Just one orgasm?" Kory asked haughtily. "Dick could do more for me with his little finger! The mere sight of Donna would better please me!"

"Very well," Diana said, taking her other breast in hand. "Allow me to continue."

***

It took a long bout of unconsciousness—his tiredness was such that even watching Donna further educate a most receptive Kara on the pleasures of the flesh couldn't keep him awake—but when Dick awoke, he was ready for another round. He was almost, but not quite, surprised to find Kara and Donna's superpowered bodies still absorbed in one another, although they'd phased into a simple, continuous kiss and the sustained press of body upon body. He thought that might've had something to do with his nap, and just how loud their other activities could be.




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No matter. He was awake now, they were still aroused. Watching them with desire, he took his cock in his hand and began slowly jerking it as he came to full wakefulness, Kara and Donna seeming to grow more passionate for each other as well. Dick forced his hand to slow. He didn't want to bring himself too far too fast. No, he wanted this load of cum deep inside Kara's sweet...

"Oh, Dick, you're up," Donna said, looking him over with a momentarily grin at the double statement. "Has Kory been back? We... haven't been paying attention."

"No, I haven't seen her either."

Donna looked up at the morning sun, now high in the sky. "I've never known a trial to take this long. I know what she said, but should we check up on her?"

Dick's deeply-held love and loyalty to Kory went briefly to war with just how naked the two women before him were. "Yeah."

Donna was already moving to pick up her costume and throw it on over that oh-so-impressive nudity. "I'll head for the arena, you and Kara catch up?"

"Why don't we all go?"

Donna gestured at the ground. "Togas and windy nights don't make great bedfellows."

Looking at the utterly bare earth, Dick was forced to agree.

***

On her sixth orgasm, Kory's humiliation grew even worse, seeing that Donna had flown in to see her defeat. It was almost enough to make her try to break free anew, but that pain would do nothing to keep her from orgasm. Quite the opposite, really.

"OH FUCK, SORRY, I CAN'T, FORGIVE ME, DONNA, FORGIVE ME!"

Donna hovered in place, paralyzed by the sight of Kory's deluging orgasm, her hoarse outcry. Kory knew how embarrassed Donna was for her, seeing Kory beaten, submissive, surrendering. Coming for that bitch Diana and her goddamned tongue and every one of her loathsome fingers. Kory brought shame to them both, loving being fucked, being tamed, being made to come so hard and right in front of Donna. She didn't know how Donna could ever forgive her for failing so completely. She certainly couldn't forgive herself.

"Whoa," Donna said. "Trial by combat's changed a lot since I was here last."

Diana looked up at her, moving her hand to rub at Kory's sore thigh—the sheer number of times it had clenched with orgasm had given it an ache. "It's not about combat, Donna, you should know that. If it were, who could ever join, having to beat our best warrior? No, this contest is about being able to yield. To bend without breaking. To submit to a loving and wise master. That is what it means to be Amazon."

"Never," Kory moaned, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I'll... never..."

She nearly came against as Diana reentered her.

Donna flew down, landing on her knees beside Kory, stroking the scalp that had grown so sore from Kory continuously trying to wiggle free. "Koriand'r, Diana is right. On Paradise Island, there is always a mistress and a submissive, and one must yield to a just and proper mistress. I yield to Diana out of respect and love. Can't you do the same?"

"No—she's not better than me—she's not!"

"Kory, that's not what it means."

"I have to act like she's better! Like she deserves to be in charge of me! That means she's better than me!"

"I don't deserve to be in charge of you?" Diana asked rhetorically. "Even after all the pleasure I've brought?"

"Diana, let me handle this," Donna told her. "Kory—Diana has so much to teach you, just like you had so much to teach me. Is it really that bad to submit to someone, knowing that submission will be taken with love, with acceptance, with pleasure?"

"She's... not... better!" Kory insisted, shutting her eyes as Diana's thumb found her clit again.

"Is this how mortals get carpal tunnel syndrome?" Diana wondered.

Donna persisted. "Diana is my mistress, Kory. I submit to her and learn from her; I offer her my loving devotion. How can you submit to me and not her?"

"I don't... submit to you..."

"You do if you're going to be an Amazon. You'll be my student, my responsibility. It's the highest bond two Amazons can have. I thought you wanted that."

"Not with her!"

"But don't you know who she is? Kory, Diana is my role model. She taught me everything I know, trained me, raised me. If you love me, then she's the reason I'm the person you love."

Kory looked into Donna's eyes. Losing herself in their sheer conviction, their warmth not just for Kory, but for Diana. "I yield!" she moaned, and went boneless as Diana took her hand away.

Together, the two Amazons began to untie the hair of the third.

"I had to do it," Kory said weakly. "She is my better... Donna, I could never train someone so lovely as you..."

"Give it time," Donna suggested, wiping the sweat from Kory's brow. "I have a little sister who I think could learn a lot from you."

Diana joined her in gently massaging Kory's tired muscles. "Rest now. Your hardest trial is over. You truly are an Amazon, Princess Koriand'r. And you'll need a great deal of sleep to perform your new duties."



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Kory and Diana strained against each other, muscle to muscle in competition. Their conjoined fists wavered this way and that, grips crackling with the power poured into the simple arm-wrestling.

"You know of Catalina Flores?" Diana asked, her voice slightly pitched with effort.

"The Tarantula," Kory spat. "Dick's told me of her. How vilely she used him—"

"As an Amazon, you must see past that anger, righteous as it is. If she could be reformed, would you want that?"

"Of course," Kory said. "But scum like that never truly reforms. To do what she did, she must have no soul."

"That is not the Amazon Way. We will punish her, but only to show her the errors of her ways and strip her of her preconceptions. Then, we must embrace her. Initiate her into our sisterhood, without reservation."

"How can you say that!? After what she did!"

Diana marshalled her strength, biceps rippling as she forced Kory's fist toward the ground. "Forgiveness is not a privilege, Kory. It's a right. And when it is most difficult, that is when it is most worthwhile." Diana gritted her teeth as Kory responded to her flexing, pushing their merged hands steadily upward, against Diana's power. "A week ago, the Birds of Prey captured Catalina. She was taken to one of our embassies, where she was allowed to prevail upon Themysciran justice. It's been agreed that if she can face our punishment and learn our ways, she will not be sentenced in an American prison."

"You're letting her off easy."

"Not so. Change can be painful. As you well know."

"Then what?"

"I want you to comfort her. Guide her along her path to redemption. If she sees that even you can forgive her, it will give her real hope to join us in the light."

Kory put her weight on her fist, jolting it down towards Diana's defeat. "But first, she'll be punished?"

"Oh yes," Diana said, finally conceding the match to Kory's raw power. "I'll see to it personally that what happened at her hands will never be done again."

***

Once Catalina had been stripped nude, she was bound to the altar, spread-eagled. The light from the lowering candles made shadows dance across her body as if delighted to touch her. And why shouldn't they be? She had a lovely body. Dusky flesh toned with muscle, smoothly flowing into rounded breasts and womanly hips. Her sex the crowning achievement, the gentleness of her sculpted stomach and thighs finally settling into a soft cleft. It was a lovely flower among rock and sand, and seeing it, Diana found herself regretting what pleasures Catalina could've achieved for herself, found for others, if only she hadn't allowed the world to harden her so.

She had to be disciplined, firstly. Shown how unacceptable her behavior was, how much she had hurt Dick, the pain she had caused him. Diana knew what she was doing there, even if Catalina—and far too many so-called penal systems—did not. She had to learn firsthand to emphasize with what she had put him through.

"Violence arises from pain," Diana said in a calm voice. "I don't know what pain has driven you to hurt others. It doesn't matter whether it was given to you by your life or by your own mind. But you must come to understand how wrong it is to soothe your own pain with that of others."

"Yeah, yeah," Catalina said, putting up a tough front. "Can we get this fucking over with? I'm sorry, alright?"

"I do not believe you have been truly sorry for anything in your life. That can be an admirable quality. It can also blind you to the hurt you have caused. Remember, you are here to be trained. And before any animal can be trained, it must first be broken."

A snap of her fingers summoned the Birds of Prey—honorary Amazons. They had been with Dick and Barbara, helped the two of them heal and reconnect, moving past the scars Catalina had inflicted. Now, the scales would be balanced. They would vent the anger in their hearts instead of allowing it to fester.

"Oh shit," Catalina gasped, seeing the three women: Dinah, Helena, and Barda. After the way they had run her down, it was only right for her to be afraid of them. "Get those psycho bitches away from me! I didn't sign up for this! I was supposed to sit on a beach and learn fucking yoga!"

Diana ignored her struggling, her whimpering as the Birds approached her defenseless breasts, her splayed cunt. "If at any time you wish to be returned to Man's World, to face their justice, all you have to do is say so. The prison sentence can't be that long. You could probably plead insanity. I'm sure Arkham will be happy to have you."

The Birds were quite interested by Catalina's ripe, jutting breasts. Dinah and Helena licked at her stinging, tingling nipples, making Catalina very wet, very fast. She squirmed against the unexpected pleasure. Too much, too fast—Diana smiled. As Catalina began to moan, she listened with cool disinterest.

"To you, sex is a weapon. You can use it to forge alliances—secure possessions—even to feed yourself, or so I'm told—"

"Fuck you, lady!" Catalina scowled, but Barda silenced her with a kiss rough enough to split her lip.

As if she couldn't even see the Birds of Prey, Diana continued on. "But sex isn't a weapon, Catalina. It's among the most beautiful gifts the Gods have given us. It is to be enjoyed, shared, and savored. You must learn to accept it without pain, without dominance. You must submit."

Catalina tried to wrench her burning pussy away from Dinah's relentless tongue—the Birds were all over her, sampling all the delights offered by her naked captivity. When she couldn't get away from the unwanted ecstasy, she looked wild-eyed up at Diana. "What the fuck are you talking about, you crazy bitch?"

Diana smiled at her, eying her ripe, thrusting teats—momentarily unoccupied. "You have lovely breasts, Catalina. And your sex is a magnificent creation, just waiting to be put to good use. You must be very proud of your body. But you've been misusing it. Now you'll see what it's really for."

"I'm not a dyke, you puta!" Catalina cried, gasping as Barda's wide, slow tongue and Dinah's slender, whipping one set her breasts on fire. And her clit felt like it would burst with pleasure if Helena didn't stop nibbling on it.

Diana shook her head dolefully. "Don't you understand, Catalina? You're whatever I say you are. And at the moment—you're our bitch."

Catalina's nipples spiked beautifully as the Birds lashed them, tongues moving faster and faster, the pleasure hitting her harder and harder. The tongue in her pussy offered her no respite, stroking just as firmly as the ones on her nipples.

Catalina's cunt churned roughly as she tried to breathe, jerking her round ass up off the alter to escape the intense sensation. Helena immediately transferred her vicious mouth from Catalina's pussy to her asshole, while Dinah took over in licking brutally at her sensitive clit.

Diana watched her choke, wondering how much of this her new student could take?

"I'm coming!" Catalina squealed helplessly, not one moment later, going wild as if in pointed counterpoint to Diana's silent vigil.

Her whole body jerked and wrenched and bucked crazily away from and upon the three tongues forcing her to new heights. Her eyes rolled in her head. Her head rocked from side to side like a broken toy. Her aching tits thrust upward against Barda's motorboating face. And her pussy flooded itself with hot, silky fluid.

"Ohhh, noooo," Catalina moaned as she found herself squirting against her will, blushing when she realized Diana was watching with a keen interest. Yet she couldn't stop herself from giving Dinah all the cream she had earned, coming all over Dinah's breasts and face.

"That's one," Diana said sanguinely.

Catalina hardly heard her, bucking against the relentless tongues in a frenzy. "No more! I can't come anymore! Don't make me come anymoooooooooore!"

Her second orgasm wracked her body even worse than before. Like her first climax had simply been to prepare her for the next one. Her cunt twisted wildly, her mouth producing small animal noises. Her tits jerked and shivered beneath the onslaught of Barda's groping hands, her pussy creaming with another sharp ejaculation.

This time Helena took it, holding herself under the ecstatic spray like it was a beauty treatment. She and Dinah shared a grin as Catalina's juices dripped off their faces. Then they drank deeply from her cunt, quite enjoying the process of going after Catalina's cream.

"Madre dios," Catalina whimpered, shuddering weakly.

"Are you going to listen to me?" Diana asked pointedly, the Birds stopping so her answer could be heard.

"Pendejo!" Catalina eked out.

Diana shook her head sadly. Then she snapped her fingers. The Birds of Prey immediately resumed their shared appreciation of Catalina's lusciously exposed body. Now it was Barda's turn to force her tongue into Catalina's spread cunt.

She drove the girl out of her mind. Her second orgasm seemed to resume and never end, Barda's powerful tongue jerking her loins around with every lash. To Catalina's dismay, and then alarm, she came repeatedly as her erogenous zones were attacked, her cunt drenched with copious fluids as all her insides churned and twisted helplessly.

The torture was unbearable. It went on forever, Catalina looking crazed as her pink tongue lolled out of her small mouth. The overwhelming sensations coursing through her weakened body left her mind spinning, whirling, bursting.

"Are you ready to listen?" Diana wanted to know.

"Fuck you!" Catalina gasped, wracked with an agony of pleasure she couldn't stand, too exquisite and powerful for her to grasp. She was unprepared to feel so good. It felt like being an entirely different person.

Princess Diana snapped her fingers. Catalina gasped as the Birds of Prey stopped devouring her body. Her breasts heaved, her body straining for relief, her cunt feeling like it was holding back a flood. She wanted more. She wanted so much more, but she didn't know what of. She wanted to keep coming, but without the vicious anger tainting her pleasure.

The three undid her restraints, flipping her collapsed body over. Catalina moaned as her oversensitive nipples flared against the cold stone underneath her. Strong hands grabbed her wrists and ankles again, manacling them so she was once more locked in place.

"Por dios, por dios...!" she whispered.

She was pulled up into a kneeling position, Dinah and Helena returning to her hardened nipples. As they sucked them, Helena grasped her by her ponytail and jerked it back, wrenching her face upward. Catalina felt her pussy clench at the Italian's forcefulness. Then Barda got on her hands and knees behind Catalina's luscious young ass. She stuck her broad tongue out and pushed its tip into Catalina's exposed asshole.

"Wait!" Catalina gasped, feeling the wet heft of the intrusion. "Wait!"

"Ha!" Barda barked, and washed her tongue up and down Catalina's tight little ass, taking time to wiggle the tip into Catalina's asshole. She gripped Catalina's cheeks and held them open as she drilled half of her tongue into the Latina's helpless ass. Diana looked on with satisfaction.

As her body was turned into a mass of quivering jelly, Diana crouched in front of Catalina and said "Would you like to stop?"

"I hate you, I hate you!" Catalina panted as three tireless mouths ravished her body.

"We're trying to help you, Catalina."

"Help me!?" Catalina gasped, cringing as she felt more pressure building in her groin. "I can't stop coming! Feels like this has been going on forever! Ohhh—my ass—never done it in the ass..."

"Of course you have," Diana said sagely. "Not five minutes ago. You have no control, Catalina. No say in what happens to you. No matter how good it feels, it's our pleasure, not yours. We decide what you feel and how you feel it. You're helpless. And yet, you know how good it would be to experience this if only you had a choice in the matter. If only you had your own permission to enjoy it. This is what you did to Dick. We'll keep going until you understand."

Dinah sucked on her clit hungrily, moaning as she enjoyed the taste, next drilling her tongue into Catalina's pussy before dragging it away, down to Barda's corkscrewing tongue, and they kissed before returning to Catalina's holes.

"God—fuck—God!" Catalina shrieked.

"That's enough," Diana said, and the mouths left Catalina's tits, her ass, her cunt.

She gasped for breath as her orgasm receded deep inside her body, as heated and unwieldy as could be, jangling inside her with every breath. She could still come, if she only touched herself, if only one of them kept going...

"Barda," Diana said warmly, "let's show Catalina how an Amazon overcomes her limits."

Catalina turned her head, trying to focus her glazed eyes. There was another stage of punishment? What could possibly be more intense than what the three women—four, she had to count Diana—had put her through?

Then she saw Barda remove the Mega-Rod from her belt. All fifteen inches of it.

"No! No!" Catalina screamed. "Don't you dare! Don't you fucking dare!"

"Then it's prison, Catalina," Diana said. "What was the plea bargain offered? Fifteen years?" She grinned, amused. "One way or another, your pussy is going to be nice and loose by the time this is over."

Catalina gritted her teeth. "Fine! Go ahead and fuck me then! It's not half as big as Dick was!"

Helena reached between Catalina's legs, stroking her damp pussy, fingers delving deep. Catalina gasped, going weak all over with pleasure. It felt like a berserk tornado inside her; she hated herself for enjoying it. Her body reacted for her, juices flowing, and soon her pussy was wide and wet.

And, eyes narrowed with rage, Barda grabbed Catalina's quivering ass and forced the Mega-Rod inside her pussy.

Catalina screeched, the thickness of the dildo frightening her even as its forced passage into her tight cunt brought her pleasure. Her walls stretched for the monstrous entry, then clenched on it. Barda fucked with power, thrusting the long, thick dildo deep inside of Catalina.

"Bitch! Puta!" Catalina whimpered as she was fucked so hard she had to enjoy it, even through the pain.

"Damn right you are," Barda agreed, and pushed the Mega-Rod in deeper.

Then Barda stuffed the free end of the weapon into her cunt, grunting as the Mega-Rod drove all the way into her pussy, joining her with Catalina. She moved her hips in the age-old rhythm, not masturbating Catalina anymore, but fucking her. Somehow, that made it worse.

Barda smiled lewdly and Catalina almost passed out from the intensity of what was being roused in her body. The pain was being replaced by sheer and total arousal. She was being turned on, not just from the dildo, but from being fucked by Big Barda.

"No, no, this is not happening!" she moaned pathetically. But she knew it was. She felt her body tensing just like it were a real cock in her pussy, stroking slowly, surely, fucking both of them to the brink of orgasm.

Reaching between them, Dinah took hold of the length of Mega-Rod suspended between their bodies and began jerking it to the right and left, fucking the both of them even harder. Helena laughed obscenely, but Catalina was too far lost in the wonderland of her sensations to notice.

The stimulation throughout her entire cunt was more than she could stand. She came—not as much as she would like, but enough to make her feel good, damned good. She thrust herself against Barda, straining to drive the Mega-Rod even deeper into her cunt. The feel of the other woman's body moving against her added to the sensation of being fucked, almost let her think she was with a man, but no man had nipples like Barda's.

They throbbed with life, hard points poking and prodding into Catalina's own cleavage, creamy white breasts mashing flat against each other. Catalina came, a little more than before.

Now she couldn't stop coming. It felt like her orgasm had picked up right where it'd left off, the very moment the Mega-Rod ravished her pussy. "F-f-fuck you! Fuck you all! You bitches!" she screamed as she desperately hurled herself against Barda, and the Mega-Rod that Dinah obligingly held between them.

"That's what we've been doing," Diana observed kindly. "Or did you mean we should fuck all of you? Yes, that's a splendid idea."

She snapped her fingers again. Groping hands grabbed hold of Catalina, forcing her down into a prostrate position, her face jammed against the floor, her ass in the air. She was dazzled with puzzlement. What were they doing to her? More importantly, how good would it feel?

Barda extracted the Mega-Rod from her wrenching little cunt. Catalina sighed with relief the moment it was gone. Her relief was short-lived.

Dinah and Helena held her naked asscheeks open once more. She felt the bluntly headed Mega-Rod nudge her quivering asshole.

"Caramba! You can't!" she screamed.

"That's entirely up to you," Helena needled, helping to guide the Mega-Rod into Catalina's tight little asshole.

Her hole stretched open. The intrusion happened. It entered her and kept entering her, lodging in her ass so firmly that she choked. With the help of the Birds, the monstrous dildo was slowly, steadily inserted into Catalina's writhing body. More and more of it disappearing into her bowels.

When it was in deep enough, Helena and Dinah let go and let Barda take over. She didn't mind doing all the work, fucking brutally into the tightest ass she'd ever had. Her mighty Mega-Rod filled Catalina's ass and Catalina whimpered, frustratingly horny, as she came and came—fucked silly.

Her asshole expanded into a big O around the thick Mega-Rod. She had to fight for breath as Barda fucked in and out of her, pounding her, driving her out of her minds. Mouths attacked her breasts against, tongues lashing hungrily at her stiff little nipples. Until Catalina was a whimpering mass of flesh, fucking her hot ass on the drilling Mega-Rod. She kept coming, screaming as she came, but she couldn't control her response to this sodomy. Her body liked it too much.

Breathless and weakened almost to the point of unconsciousness, Catalina would have cursed them all again, but no words would come to her constricted throat. Her forehead hit the alter with a thud. She was aware of her own breasts slapping against her chin as Barda ravished her asshole with the big dildo. She tried to stop herself, but in her sexual delirium, she fucked her asshole hotly on the Mega-Rod, moaning passionately as every fiber of her being responded with pleasure.

Never in her life had she been so thoroughly fucked. Her usage of Dick was becoming a distant memory, all the pleasure she'd taken from it being overshadowed by what these women were doing to her. She wouldn't even be able to remember it fondly, knowing it would lead to this. Knowing this was so much better.

A snap of Diana's fingers made Barda remove the Mega-Rod from Catalina's writhing, panting form. Catalina collapsed, gasping, tears flowing down her cheeks. They had already reached her mouth and she could taste their salt. It felt as if she'd been about to come, but then, it'd pretty much been one continuous orgasm. Still, she could feel more ecstasy in her body, waiting to be had.

"You must learn how to have sex," she vaguely heard Diana saying. "You have a wonderful body, meant to be enjoyed by yourself and others—not to be abused. Not to bring shame and recrimination to anyone. If you want to fuck, a man or a woman or ten of each, do so because you like it and you want to bring them pleasure as well, not because you want to be tough or rebellious or prideful."

"I don't understand," Catalina breathed. Her very lips felt swollen.

"You will," Diana said certainly. "Just place yourself in my capable hands. I'll teach you everything you need to know to learn a full, happy life. We all will.




Wonder Woman's Loving Authority 05



Catalina heard her and yet she didn't. Was she saying friendly things? Something about sex being okay? Catalina murmured something incoherent. Sex was dirty and shameful and she did it because she, too, was dirty and shameful. She was a bitch and fucking, being fucked, at least let her enjoy it. She did enjoy it, right? The fucking of her asshole and pussy, still lingering in her flaring flesh, left her dizzy and uncertain about everything.

"Unshackle her," Diana said.

Catalina felt hands undoing her manacles. She was rolled onto her back and Diana herself offered her a drink, one arm being Catalina's back propping her up so the tall glass could touch her lips. The cool water seemed to travel much deeper than her belly, infusing her overheated flesh with a chilled calm. Her weakened body was revived somewhat, even if there was a hateful, sexual stimulation when some of the water dripped onto her sensitive breasts.

"Ohhh," Catalina moaned, feeling Diana tenderly wipe the water away from her aching tits with her sleeve.

"Does that feel good to you?" Diana asked.

"So—gentle."

"Yes. Gentleness can be good, can it not? All the roughness, all the vehemence—it can be done with love. And then afterwards, that love can be expressed directly. You don't have to be ashamed of it, run from it. And you don't have to seek poor substitutes for it, trying to force others to love you. Do you want me to love you, Catalina? Just for who you are?"

"I want... I want... yes."

Diana touched her clit softly. Despite how sensitive it was, the feeling wasn't intense or shocking. There was a light flutter of pleasure that went through her cunt, a mild electricity radiating into her.

"More—"

"Not yet," Diana whispered. "Not yet..."

Her aches and pains subsided, swallowed up by this pure, simple pleasure that was taking over. Diana's feather-light touch progressed over her sex, splayed fingers as light as a pickpocket's, not entering, just rubbing, rubbing, rubbing—the desperate need to come was gone, replaced by an abstract willingness to be touched, kissed, fondled, to go on this journey Diana was delivering her to. Her mouth fell open, her lips parting with a trifling tingle in them as she exhaled a soft, harmless word of encouragement: "Please."

"Almost, dear," Diana said soothingly. "Let it happen. Just allow yourself to feel. Yes. Yes. Give into me. Let it in."

"Diana!" Catalina sobbed as she came finally, no pain or force to it, just a blissful release that soothed and comforted her entire body. She slumped down over Diana's arm, utterly spent. She hadn't known—there was no way she could've known—

"That will be enough for now," Diana announced, after taking a few minutes to massage Catalina's body nearly comatose with caresses and brushing strokes through her hair. "She may not understand yet, but she's beginning to learn. Tomorrow's another day. Take her to the dormitory."

Thoroughly confused, terribly weak, Catalina was helped to her feet and led away. The dormitory was only a short walk from the discipline room. It had to be, given the condition those who were disciplined usually left it in. In semi-darkness, she was guided to her cot, tucked in like a little girl. Her clothes had still not been returned.

"Are you okay?" a voice came from the darkness.

"I'm fine!" Catalina hissed, though her voice was tiny, a whisper in the dark.

Down the corridor, female voices could be heard moaning in lust, self-induced or shared. Cooing and groaning. Not every Amazon or prospective Amazon was a lesbian, but every sister tried it at least once. It was almost like a sorority hazing.

The other woman laughed knowingly. "That used to be you, huh?"

"Like you didn't take it!" Catalina cursed. "I bet you loved it, too!"

"Of course. Didn't you?"

"I... I..." She had, but it'd felt frustratingly incomplete at the same time. She'd fucked often enough, to get out of a bad situation, settle a debt, whatever, it was her body, why shouldn't she use it? But those had been crude compared to the exquisite pleasure she'd felt with the Birds of Prey. And yet it could've been ever better, if only she'd been able to stop fighting it, to submit. It'd been like that with Dick, before Blockbuster—there'd been a niceness she couldn't put her finger on. And the last time, with Diana, when she'd been allowed to give herself over to Diana... it hadn't been intense like she preferred, but it had gone down sweet. And then having Diana caress her, comfort her—it kept the memory from souring. She'd enjoyed it. She wanted it. She didn't know how she felt about that, but she didn't feel ashamed.

"Yes," Catalina said. "Maybe I shouldn't have."

She heard the other mattress groan, the other woman shifting under the sheets. "So what'd you do to end up here?"

Catalina opened her mouth. The thought struck her that she should say it. Admit it, because here there'd be no judgment. Because Diana would be proud of her. Because she had done it, and the least she could do was cop to it.

"There was a boy," she said at last. "And some things happened and he was... distraught. I tried to comfort him, I thought I could make it—" Better. No. No, Diana would hate that, hate excuses. This was the truth, not a negotiation. "I thought he would leave me. I wanted to make him stay. We had sex. I took advantage of him. I raped him. And that's why I'm here."

"Thank you for admitting that," the voice came. "That can't have been easy."

"I disgust you, don't I? Doing a thing like that. You think they should just kill me like Max Lord."

"We've all done bad things, at one time or another. I'm trying to learn to let go of that. My sister—she did horrible things to me. But she changed. If I had held the past against her, I would've deprived myself of the person she became."

"I don't think I'm going to become a person like that. I'm gonna stay just what I am—nothing."

"Isn't that a waste?"

"A waste of what?"

"Love. You're Catalina Flores, right? You were a superhero once. You worked with Batman."

"That was a long time ago."

"You must've done some good. You can do more. Be someone worthy of love. Everyone here loves you and wants you to be that person. A hero. An Amazon."

Catalina shook her head. "They just want to punish me."

"So they can forgive you. So when the bruises have faded, there's no more debt to pay. If that day weren't coming, they'd just kill you and be done with it. But you can redeem yourself."

"And if I redeemed myself, if I got a cat out of a tree—you'd love me? Knowing what I've done?"

"It would be hard. But anger should be saved for the enemy. It does no good among friends."

"Prove it, then. Sit with me on the bed. Let me know that you're close. That you care."

The other woman came out of the darkness, tall and lovely and powerful, everything an Amazon should be. The bunk was too low for them to sit comfortably, legs too long not to drool across the floor, so they laid side by side, squeezed together tight on the narrow pallet. The woman's body dwarfed Catalina's with its warmth.

"It's over for tonight," the woman said. "Rest now. Nothing else will happen. In the morning, you'll begin to make restitution. But for now, you can sleep."

Catalina felt an invitation in the air, and she squirmed in to narrow the already tight gap. The woman embraced her and Catalina relaxed into the grip, shocked that the woman could bear to touch her after what she'd confessed.

"Do you know what this reminds me of?" Catalina asked. "When I was a little girl and afraid of the dark, I'd sometimes get into bed with my big sister—especially on nights when Papa was away and Momma was working the night shift. I'd squeeze up close and she'd hold me and kiss me and tell me there was nothing to worry about, just like you have. You feel like her too. Especially your breasts. They're so full—soft—like a pillow. What's your name?"

"Kory. Kory Anders."

She kissed Catalina on the cheek and in a moment she was asleep, snoring as softly as a child. And Kory lay in the darkness, shivering despite her warmth, wondering if she could truly forgive Catalina for all she'd done. This didn't feel like the woman she'd built up in her mind—the woman who had assaulted Dick, who had driven him into grief that had taken so many of them to lift him from. That woman Kory had hated; she'd been unwilling to even look at Tarantula, fearful that the sight of the rapist would drive Kory into a killing rage to avenge her lover. And even the likely prison sentence would not deter her, if she hadn't known that such a slaughter would also cost her Dick, cost her Donna.

Kory didn't feel that way about this woman—pained, humiliated, remorseful. She'd admitted her wrong and Kory valued that honesty far more than platitudes or expressions of self-serving regret. And she wanted to change; certainly, she had no reason to stay the way she'd been. If she could be made a happy, completed Amazon, wasn't that even better for the world than a dead rapist?

Kory didn't know. Her sister had never fully shed the ambition that'd driven her to such evil, and she could not tell if Catalina could be rid of the violence that had infected even her so-called love. But if she could—if she wanted to—Kory would try to forgive her.

It was the Amazon Way.



Wonder Woman's Loving Authority



Donna threw herself backward against Dick's body, still impaled by him, reaching behind herself to his muscular back as he pumped into her standing body. Her fingers raked red welts into his skin, neither seeming to notice. "You're big, you're so goddamn biiiig!"

"Only the best for you, Donna, only the best!" Dick said, arms wrapped around Donna as he fucked her standing up, veins standing out in bold relief all over her body. He kissed her roughly, then forced her head towards Kory, making their eyes meet. Kory shoved the fibula into herself faster, seeing Donna's arousal, her nearness to climax. To Dick.

Donna came, her scream of need and fulfillment muffled by Dick's mouth closing over hers. Her entire body arched and twitched, dancing for Donna's watchful eyes: hips bucking, twisting, enticing Dick's manhood as far inside herself as she could.

She wanted more.

The instant her orgasm was more cool than hot, she was pleading. "Give to me again! Make me come again! I need it so bad!"

Dick threw Donna down on her back, immediately covering her supine form with his own body. For the first time, Kory felt a flicker of jealousy, but killed it when she heard Donna's shriek of ecstasy. They were lost in each other now, no longer able to share their pleasure with her when they were so gluttonous for it themselves, but Kory was glad just to be able to see such a private thing, an intimate thing. They weren't performing for her now, simply sharing in each other's bodies.

Awash in sweat, Dick panted and grunted as he delivered himself to Donna's eagerly waiting sex, her legs shooting up and wrapping around his waist, Kory able to see his cock as it was devoured again and again by Donna's insatiable cunt. She pushed the fibula even further up into herself. Its slightly bulbous head could've been the tip of a cock, just like the one that had Donna spread so wantonly beneath Dick. Filled, stretched, growing weak at the knees, Kory watched Donna's hips hunch up to receive Dick, swallowing every inch of his furious erection, closed so tightly around it as to never let it loose.

"Your cunt's too much," Dick husked, burying his face in Donna's ebony hair. "Milking me dry... I just can't, unh, hold back much longer!"

"Ohh, yes!" Donna moaned, raining kisses up onto Dick's face as he grunted and strained for her. "Your cock makes me feel like such a woman!"

Shoulders bowing, Dick dove back inside Donna, the Amazon shrugging off the full impact of his heavy body against hers, feeling only his prick inside her. Kory felt her own sex burning with desire. She masturbated herself even faster, keeping up with the tempo she was so avidly watching.

The fibula was almost too slippery to hang onto now, all of it soaked in her juices. Maintaining the same rhythm as Dick with Donna was becoming impossible. Her hands were shaking too hard, her whole body demanding sexual release. She felt it building up inside her, melted warmth spread through her loins, a raging fire in her cunt. It could consume her entire body, a wildfire. She wanted it to.

She almost looked away from Dick and Donna's coupling, their reach for a second orgasm, the sight of her own masturbation that enticing. But Dick and Donna were just a little bit more alluring. She wanted to share in their pleasure however she could. So she watched Donna thrash around like a wild animal trapped in a snare, saw Dick's thick cock find its target again and again, vanish into Donna's cunt each time. It was a gorgeous organ. Kory wanted it for herself, but she wanted it for her sister Donna just as bad.

The fibula no longer felt cool or inanimate. It felt like flesh, hot and hard, full of desire for her. There was nothing held back. She knew she would join her erstwhile lovers in ecstasy. She watched Dick reach underneath Donna, grab two big handfuls of her milky white ass, grip her hard. Pull up against his cock as if he were deflowering her, he went that deep.

Donna came. Her scream proud and satisfied, the need flogged from it, replaced with the power of her pleasure.

Around Kory, the universe shattered. Her body was seized, her mind not her own, but consumed by pleasure. She fell through it, her vision blacked out for what seemed like hours, coming back to herself weak and gasping, barely able to stand. She pulled the fibula from her sex and immediately dropped it from her leaden fingers. She wanted to follow it down to the ground, give in to intoxicating gravity, but the sight of Dick and Donna held her captive.

There was no more technique in either of them. Simply animal mating. Donna, reaching her third orgasm, spoke as she only had when Kory subjected her to extreme pleasure, delight so intense it was practically torture.

"Keep it up, keep it in me, keep fucking!"

"Yes!" Dick moaned out in agreement. "Yesss!"

Kory was amazed by his stamina. She'd known he could fuck her for hours on end, if he ever had time, but he'd grown used to her, learned her body. She had no idea how he was still fucking a woman as beautiful as Donna. The first time Kory'd been with her, she'd come just from being kissed.

Donna reached up to Dick, as Kory would've loved to, her slender fingers stroking over his bulging muscles. She hoped they'd enjoyed the discovery of each other, as she had enjoyed each of them. Kory would've loved to be there, experiencing Dick for the first time all over again, legs spread wide, sex split open for his driving cock. Enjoying the pleasures of his body as he was enjoying the pleasures of her.

"Your cunt's sucking me," Dick moaned, "sucking me dry."

"So come," Donna told him. "Kory sure did!"

They hadn't forgotten her.

"Your cunt!" Dick gasped. "Here it comes, right in your cunt, here it is, oh God, oh Christ!"

They were both coming then, Donna arching her back as Dick drove forward, spurt after spurt filling Donna's pussy, her body accepting it as a desert takes water. Their bodies rolled over and over before Kory, locked together at the groin, still fucking. Donna cried out her passion once more. Then limply collapsed against Dick as he too allowed himself to relax, head drifting back, eyes shutting, the veins that had stood out so prominently on his angry red body now relaxing underneath his creamy skin.

On unsteady feet, Kory walked forward.

Dick pulled Donna up to his chest, close enough to kiss, and stroked her hair with what little strength he had. "You're the best, darling, just the best."

And Donna snuggled closer, running her long fingers over his chest. "And you're the greatest fuck in the world."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Kory asked, struggling out of her robe as she fell beside them. With two of them there, she had plenty of space to lie down on, and with her robe built for her six foot four frame, she could wrap it over all of them.

"You're the greatest fuck on Tamaran," Donna told her. "Doesn't count."

"Mmmm." Kory looked to Dick. "You're not in the clear, though."

Dick was unrepentant. "It's Donna. She is the best."

Kory smiled. "She certainly is." She laid upon Dick, crushing her breasts against his chest. "And so are you... so nice... so good..."

She had lain with him many times, but there was something desperately exotic about him now—wet with the sweat of another woman, the smell of her, and that same woman right beside them, marked by him as well. Kory had been with Dick often, almost nightly if she could manage it, but still she found herself wondering all over again, as if for the first time... what would it be like this time when he kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth, stroking along her tongue, carrying with it the taste of Donna?

She moved in to find out.

Kory had ended up greatly enjoying watching in lieu of participating. It was a more refined, cleaner, sophisticated experience, being a part of the motion of naked body sliding against naked body, yet removed from it.

She wanted Donna to learn how fun it was.

She didn't know that Kara Zor-El was watching, listening.

Kara watched closely as Dick pulled away Kory's bra, his fingers moving in her sex, tiny circles as he bared her large breasts, pink nipples. With his other hand, he slid the panties off her hips.

With her X-ray vision, Kara could see everything—even the fingers inside Kory's pussy. And she could hear like she was on the summit with them, pressed up next to them. It filtered in with a kind of aural kaleidoscope—she still hadn't learned really how to control all her powers—the surf and the cry of seagulls overlaid their gentle kisses, the soft sighs, the little whispered entreaties. They all fell together like notes in a symphony, though. Kara enjoyed the naughtiness of the slightly distant sound. She was spying on them from a half-mile away, after all.

She was learning how fun it was too.