11 comments/ 31393 views/ 35 favorites The Rise and Fall of The Queen of Hearts By: Stormbringer A Golden Shower Universe story Copyright 2013 by Stormbringer * Olivia Queen Hart turned her BMW on to her driveway and honked the horn twice. It was a little ritual she did to inform her husband that she'd made a sale. Sure enough, he came out of their lovely three story house with a broad grin on his face, their five year old daughter in his arms. "Congratulations," yelled Joe. He released Emma who ran up to give her mommy a big hug. Olivia caught her daughter and tossed her a good five feet up into the air, catching the giggling child and kissing her on the forehead. "Must have been a big one," said Joe watching his wife. "I haven't seen you grinning this much in months." Olivia's grin broadened. "Pretty big Joe. You know the old Spencer mansion, the biggest house in the county." "Good grief," said Joe. "Someone actually bought the Spencer mansion? That place was several million." "We're looking at a fifty thousand commission," said Olivia, running up to hug her husband. "Wow!" said Joe, impressed. His penis stirred during the hug, Olivia had that affect on men. She felt it and pressed her body into it, making it extend even more. She then kissed him on the lips passionately and lovingly. They were going to have a fun night once Emma got to bed. "Dinner's almost ready." "Great, let me go change," said Olivia. She took Emma, carrying her giggling daughter inside. Joe stood still, staring at his wife. He was always torn when she wanted to change. Olivia looked fantastic dressed business professional for work, but she looked amazing in anything so it was win/win for him. His wife was Joe's exact height at six feet tall. She had long, naturally blonde hair, mostly straight, but with some curls, that fell down between past her shoulder blades curls nearly reaching her nipples when untied. For work, she wore it up and tied behind her head. She also wore black rimmed glasses to dampen the gaze her piercing blue eyes had on men. She didn't need the glasses, but she felt it made her look more professional. She was wrong, it made her look like a sexy librarian or some student's fantasy teacher ready to throw her glasses off, shake her hair down and strip down to a bikini. She never dressed to show off her magnificent body either, but there was no hiding it and her clothes accentuated her figure. The short blue skirt showed off her stocking-less toned legs, her pretty feet tucked into blue shoes with short heels that put her a couple inches taller then Joe. She wore a white short sleeve top, that only showed off a little of the impressive cleavage her DD's produced. A blue blazer covered her bare shoulders and top. She also wore a belt around her waist, her one point of vanity in her work outfits. Her breasts tended to balloon out her tops, making her appear chubby and she always wore the belt to show that she did have a thin waist and flat belly. Though not a fan of the male attention her body brought, she didn't want anyone thinking she was fat either. "Take a picture, whydoncha?" said Olivia, entering the house. "I would if I had a camera," said Joe staring at her ass. The only fat on her body was in her breasts and rear end, both of which were proud and firm. Her ass thrust out and up, a perfect bubble butt. Her breasts thrust out and up too, no sag, no tearing of the membranes. As far as Joe knew, they would be that proud and firm forever, long nipples the width of nickels forever pointing up and out from her can sized areola. Magnificent! Joe finished cooking dinner while Emma set the table and his wife came down the stairs having changed. As sorry as he was to see the sexy professional Olivia go, the arrival of the laid back at home Olivia was even better. Gone were the glasses and the luscious blonde hair was now cascading down her back. She was now barefoot, in sweatpants that hung low on her hips just above her trimmed blonde pubes or the crack of her ass. She had lost the bra and thrown on her favorite lounging around the house halter top. It hugged her thick semi erect nipples. Her belly was bare, sexy, trim and athletic. When she flexed, its tones and her abdominals would appear. Yeah, this was better then her work clothes. "What are we having?" she asked. "Spaghetti with meatballs." "Yeah," giggled Emma, clapping enthusiastically for her favorite meal. "Daddy let me pick." "Breaking news," said an anchor on the television as the three sat down at the table and started eating. "Hostage drama in Miami." Joe ate and stared at the television in the living room. Olivia stared at her food and ate. "We now continue with our continuing coverage of the Miami Federal Reserve situation. What we know so far is that a large truck backed into the building several hours ago and disgorged an unknown number of assailants. Gunshots and screams were heard almost immediately. No one has left the building and News 11 has been informed that the building contains around thirty employees now undoubtedly hostages of the unknown assailants." "Are you hearing this?" asked Joe. "I'm listening," replied Olivia, continuing to eat. "Wait, I'm getting confirmation from our News 11 chopper that there are two armed terrorists on the building's roof. John, can we bring up the pictures? Yes, here they are." Joe gasped. Olivia turned around and stared at the television. She stood up at the sight of the two black men. Their faces were hidden, but in build they might have been twins, if there were such a thing as identical twin bodybuilders. The men were stout and broad. They both wore identical clothing, combat fatigues and a black body armor vest over their bare broad chests. This left their big muscular arms bare. They each were carrying AK-47's. One gave the cameraman in the chopper the finger and the other raised his gun causing the helicopter to veer away. The men had black ski masks covering their faces, but the white skulls painted on the masks gave away their identities, Samedi's men. "The men on the roof appear to be part of Baron Samedi's imperial guard. As everyone knows, the Baron has not been seen in over a year and is believed to still be isolated on Hispaniola trapped by the US naval blockade." "You should go," said Joe. "I know," his wife sighed. "But what if he is there?" "You've resisted him before. You're probably the only woman who can resist him." No, I'm not the only woman, thought Olivia, giving her husband a smile. She looked at the television. She had a bad feeling about this. The Baron was too smart for something like this. Surely he had to know that the presence of his Imperial guard would draw her or some other heroes out to stop them? His imperial guards were a match for the police, but not for her or nearly any other of the showered cheerleaders. The baron himself could handle most of the heroes sent after him and had even come close to besting Olivia on many occasions. Every time they fought was a struggle for her not to give in to his overwhelming manliness. Many other ex-cheerleaders had given in, but Olivia had the will to resist, except for those two times... "I'd better go do something," said Olivia, staring at the television. Memories of sucking the Baron's cock haunted her even now seven years later. She licked her lips remembering mouthful after mouthful of the Baron's hot delicious sperm pumping into her mouth. She happily swallowed it, picturing herself letting him take her in his strong arms, pushing that wonderful amazing black cock into her needy pussy. They would fuck for hours. Even as these thoughts poured through her head, Betty arrived, pulling her off the still spurting cock. She was ready to take a swing at her sidekick, but came to her senses just in time. Betty, one of the few woman that could truly resist the Baron's sexual advances. Olivia Queen was like a recovering drug addict after that battle. She even entertained a fantasy of busting the Baron out of prison just so they could fuck, but that idea was insane. Now, in her home, staring at a replay of two of the Baron's enhanced super soldiers patrolling the Federal reserve building, she felt a few tears roll down her cheeks as she remembered what it took to get her over her addictive need for the Baron's black cock. Her brow furrowed and her lovely jaw clenched. "Lets do this thing," she growled. Joe followed his wife up the stairs and to their bedroom. She opened the closet, revealing a long row of her business clothes. She pushed the hangers back and pressed a panel on the wall. The back of the closet slid open revealing her uniform. "The view just gets better and better," said Joe as his wife pulled off the halter and her large bosom sprang free. She pushed the sweats down and her panties, her muscles showing as she flexed. "What did I do with that camera?" "Shut up," she teased, smiling at him. She loved Joe more then anything. He was her high school boyfriend, but she'd broken up with him after the change. She loved him even then, but she feared she might hurt him until she got her abilities under control. He hadn't had god pee on him after all. After five years doing the superhero thing, she'd gone back to him. Ten years after the golden shower and he still looked good at 28. She still looked the same as she did at 18, well not quite the same. As far as she or anyone knew, she'd watch Joe grow old and die and she'd never change and even worse, she'd watch Emma grow up, eventually looking older then her mother. Olivia stepped into her white one piece, pulling it up. "Someday, I'm going to retire," she griped. "Someday when there's no wars or crime and all the shower villains have been defeated, you mean," said Joe. "Someday," Olivia tied the red mask around her head. It just covered her eyes. Her suit was a white one piece bathing suit with a big red heart on her chest. She stepped into red calf high boots and pulled her red gloves on. A red cape added flair to the ensemble. The suit was specially designed for her not to fall off at high speeds. When she first appeared on the scene, her reputation for kindness and compassion had the public calling her the Queen of Hearts and she'd added the red heart to her suit. The Queen of Hearts marched down her stairs, followed by her husband. Emma stood up from the table when she saw her mom suited up. The Queen opened the sliding glass doors and walked out on the deck. Emma and Joe followed her. They'd bought a large private property away from any prying neighbors for her impressive exits. Olivia thanked god, someone had the foresight to destroy the ships' manifest and the cruise lines computers so that no one could make a list of all the passengers that had changed. Those that had wanted to remain anonymous or disappear were able to. She and her family could have private lives and did, though she strongly suspected someone in the government knew who she was and kept an eye on her. Olivia kissed her husband then stooped down, hugging and kissing her daughter hard. "Mommy be home soon," she promised. She kissed Joe again before stepping back. The Queen of Hearts looked up at the sky. It was still light here, but would be dark in Miami. She stared at the clouds and blue sky, the sun making it's way towards the curve of the earth. Her misgivings fled and she smiled. The Baron wasn't the only one with a strong will. She could look up into the sky and will herself into the... The Queen of Hearts felt the wind rippling through her hair. Ten seconds up, she left a sonic boom behind her, fourteen seconds off the ground and she was at the border between the Earth's atmosphere and space. The wind rippled through her suit, but it stayed on her body just like it was designed to do. A far cry from the first time she flew. THE GOLDEN SHOWER Olivia Queen stepped out of the gangway and onto the deck of the cruise line and found herself milling with about 100 other eighteen year old girls. More young women were pouring onto the deck and there were a lot more to come. A total of 700 cheerleaders were on board for the annual high school senior cheer and spirit competition. That meant a lot of bikini clad young women waiting for the runabout to take them to the cruise line's private island. Not to mention the 300 or so chaperones, mostly moms, older sisters and coaches along with 250 other passengers lucky or unlucky enough to share a ship with hundreds of young women. The 400 man crew had their hands full. Most of her squad were waiting for her over by the railing. There were 15 members in her squad, the Washington Wildcats. The other squads all ranged from 14-17 girls. None of the girls were in uniform, they'd been competing and practicing all day yesterday while the ship sailed. Today, they were all in bikinis with a few in one piece suits. They greeted her as she approached. Olivia flipped her phone open and snapped a picture of the island just off the starboard bow. She could make out about fifty islanders from the Bahamas setting up cots, food, volleyball courts, etc. The island was uninhabited, but the islanders boated there whenever a cruise ship docked. She sent the picture off to Joe and then had a girl from a rival team take a group picture of her squad, also sending that off to Joe. Joe was her boyfriend of two years, the high school quarterback, voted most popular, man who took her virginity, and hopefully someday future husband. Their turn for the runabout was coming up. "Where's Betty?" asked Olivia. Betty was her best friend and the only squad member missing from the group. "She's over there," said Tina, pointing. In three hours, Tina Little would gain the ability to shrink herself to nearly microscopic proportions. She would become know as Tiny Tina, the sensational shrinking woman. Tina would fight crime beside The Queen of Hearts based out of the Hall of Righteousness. For now, she was just Tina. "Betty!" yelled Olivia, motioning for her friend. Betty was a leggy redhead with fair skin, freckles, and bright green eyes. She wore a green bikini with a green wrap around skirt. She was standing beside the ship's purser. He was a handsome very dark skinned black African from Kenya. The black crewman was smoking a cigar while he flirted with the pretty redhead. Betty winked at her friend and nodded her head at the black man, wiggling her eyebrows. She turned and ignored her squad mates returning to her conversation with the crewman. "Girl wants a cock," said Tina. "From the looks of things, she's gonna get one too," sighed Olivia. Betty liked sex. Betty loved sex. Betty always wanted sex. She had a boyfriend back in school and he probably held the male record in their class for having sex the most amount of times of any senior, but when Betty went out of town, stayed overnight somewhere, or took a trip, she always looked for a replacement and she liked experimenting too. Her boyfriend was a jock, muscular and good looking, but her lovers were often something else entirely. Olivia was aware that Betty had deflowered a nerdy virgin. Olivia had once tried to sleep in a hotel room in Seattle while listening to Betty fucking a stoner she'd picked up at a concert. Betty had a short affair with a married neighbor, tried to turn a gay male friend, and now was about to check both black man and foreigner off her list of experiences. The runabout came for them taking her squad along with about thirty other girls to the island's docks. The next few hours were fun in paradise. Olivia and Tina hiked to the other end of the island watching the birds and little lizards that were everywhere. Olivia and the gang snacked on fresh fruit for lunch. They snorkeled out to a rocky outcropping seeing all kinds of fish, a nurse shark and even a baby manta ray. It was all quite wonderful and amazing to a teenage girl from rainy Washington state. The Phoenix Flames challenged her squad to a game of volleyball. The Wildcats had just beaten the Flames in a spirit competition and the girls wanted a rematch. The game was friendly, but competitive and no one had any idea how much their lives were about to change. Alarm bells were currently going off like crazy in NORAD. The asteroid as is often the case had not been detected until it lit up in the Earth's atmosphere. It came in hard and fast over California. Someone watching the radar screens whispered, "Dinosaur killer." Luckily, the meteor did not come in hard and fast straight down to cause a major extinction event. Instead, it streaked over North America, lighting up the sky, burning up in it's descent as it shot over Georgia heading out over the Atlantic. "What on Earth is that?" cried Olivia, holding the volleyball as she was about to serve. The girls turned to follow her stare and gasped. Others on the island were noticing the bright light in the sky, growing brighter by the second. Their gaze followed the streak as it approached, flying above their island where it suddenly blew up. The light turned so bright it hurt Olivia's eyes and she had to shut them before she went blind. The noise of the explosion hurt her eardrums a second later and a second after that, the concussion hit throwing everyone down into the sand. The shockwave ripped some of the volley ball nets down, sent some beach umbrellas spinning threw the air. It knocked half a dozen girls off the runabout and into the clear water. It even rocked the ship where it was moored out in the harbor. The pouring rain woke her up. Olivia lifted her head out of the sand and shook it to clear away the cobwebs. She opened her eyes, fearing that she might be blind, but was relieved to see light through them. In fact, there was plenty of sunlight despite the rain. There were no rain clouds in the sky, just the still glowing spot in the sky where the meteor had exploded. The rain was striking everything. It splattered on her bikini clad body, soaking her skin and hair. She heard moans nearby and several coconuts fell from the nearby tree that had almost been blown over. She rolled over on to her stomach and then climbed on to all fours. There would be injuries. People would need her help, but she was still stunned. Olivia shook her head again. She felt strange, not bad, good even. She didn't feel the least bit hurt. Right now, she felt stronger then she'd ever felt. She was still shocked. She threw her head back and up into the rain, letting it hit her face to wake her even extending her tongue to taste the water. But it didn't taste like water at all. The rain was thicker then water, the consistency of shampoo or body wash. She opened her eyes. The rain was striking everything, golden droplets leaving little craters where it hit the sand. A nearby picnic table collapsed. The golden shower was eating through everything it touched. It's acidic! The memory of chemistry class coming to mind. But why wasn't it eating through her skin? The other cheerleaders were stirring and moaning. The rain hadn't harmed them either. A coconut tree suddenly fell over and warning sirens sounded from the nearby ship. My god, Betty's still onboard! She thought, panicking. Olivia Queen closed her eyes trying to will the shock away. Her bikini top felt tight and it was growing tighter. Her chest felt heavier too. Olivia opened her eyes and looked underneath her body. Her breasts were large and swinging. Her perky little B-cups now looked like plump C's. Breast flesh was sticking out around the tightening material as her breasts were still growing. Confused, Olivia looked out at the others. Tina was on her knees beside her. Her bikini was riddled with holes from the rain. Her breast flesh and long erect nipples were sticking out through the material. Tina's bikini suddenly fell off her. They called her Tiny Tina because she was completely flat chested. Tina was holding her CC breasts as confused as Olivia was. Tina was also only three feet tall, but she didn't seem aware that she had shrunk. She seemed more concerned about her breasts. "Olive?" she asked her friend in confusion. The Rise and Fall of The Queen of Hearts Enough was enough. It was time to wake up from this crazy dream. Olivia looked up at the sky. The fireball had receded and the rain had stopped. She looked up into the sky and willed herself to her feet. She sprang up and she kept going. Olivia Queen's bikini fell off her, weakened by the acidic rain and the accelerated speed as she soared up into the sky. She looked down in amazement at the receding island and then out as the Earth began to curve. Soon it was dark and the stars came out. She willed herself to stop flying and hovered there in space looking down at the round sphere of the earth. Something was flying directly towards her. Instinctively red beams of light shot from her eyes towards the object before she aimed them away at the last minute. She flew out of the way as the international space station flew past her. She waved at the Russian Cosmonaut staring at her through the window. He held his hand up, but didn't wave. His mouth agape. No doubt he wasn't used to seeing a nude buxom blue eyed blonde cheerleader hovering outside his window. Olivia looked down at her body. Her breasts had quit growing at DD and her nipples had lengthened and thickened. Her rear felt thicker too. The rest of her body had tightened up. She'd always been trim and lithe, but now she was fitter with some muscles. She gasped for air, but nothing came. She couldn't breathe! Olivia looked down at the Earth and began her descent. She breathed a sigh of relief when the oxygen returned. Apparently, she still needed air, but could hold her breath a long time. She spotted the Caribbean and made a beeline for the Bahamas. Her vision had improved greatly. She didn't know which island was hers, but her eyes zoomed in on each, checking them out until she found the cruise ship. And it was sinking! Olivia pulled up as she neared the water and aimed herself towards the island. She came up on two boats pretty fast, letting her vision zoom in on them. One was an expensive fancy speedboat and the other a older fishing trawler. The trawler had sunk and stuck on a reef. The speedboat was leaning heavily to the side. More then a dozen black men and a few women scrambled over the boats. The scene was pure chaos. An albino with dreadlocks was on his knees on the trawler, head down as if in prayer. Another climbing up the side of the speedboat was shooting lightning bolts from his hands, seemingly uncontrollably and others were ducking his lightning. Standing on the apex of the sinking speedboat was a nightmarish vision from hell, an animated skeleton. The dark eye holes in the skull stared at her as she approached and flew over them. Their gazes met and that was her first sight of The Baron. His gaze followed her retreating body as she sped on to the island. The trawler was from Jamaica. It had been carrying trash bags of marijuana to give to the speedboat which was operated by a Haitian drug gang. Simon (pronounced See-mon) Selassie had just had every bit of pigment stripped from his body during the golden shower. He would return to Jamaica and quickly get voted in as President for Life with 93% of the vote. He kept mostly quiet and stayed in Jamaica, but someone in his crew apparently gained the ability to genetically manipulate plants. Soon a powerfully hallucinogenic and highly addictive type of marijuana was being delivered to Haiti and making it's way into the United States. The Haitians were different. They named themselves after voodoo gods and quickly took Haiti and the Dominican Republic after that. The lightening thrower was Shango, the Baron's enforcer. Another could apparently turn ordinary men into the Baron's muscular super soldiers. Samedi himself was nearly as strong and tough as the Queen of Hearts would turn out to be, though he couldn't fly. He could make his entire body fade to invisibility with the exception of his skeleton. He usually appeared as a normal man, but was fond of letting his head appear as a living skull. Olivia brought herself up and hovered above the once beautiful Caribbean paradise that now looked like a war zone. Most of the trees were down. The cruise ship had sunk and come to rest with it's upper decks still above water and mostly intact, though it was riddled with holes weakening the structure. Everywhere were naked people, mostly girls. All had large breasts and great bodies. The male islanders she saw all had big banana cocks swinging between their legs. Most looked frightened. One of the cute lizards, now the size of a horse, pounced on a girl and found itself launched into the air as the girl threw it. Nearby snow swirled around a cheerleader, her skin had a bluish tint to it and her hair had gone white. Another lizard attacked her, but found itself riddled with icicles shot from the woman's fingers. Frostbite, the woman who could only feel warm when sucking the heat and life from her male victims during sexual intercourse. Six years from now the Queen of Hearts would stop Frostbite from bringing about a new ice age. One poor, tanned skin girl's breasts had grown enormous, GG cups at least. She looked horrified at them, trying to hide the monstrosities, but her small hands could barely even hide the nipples which were constantly dripping milk. Olivia watched her stumble over to a male crewman from the ship. He was bleeding in multiple places and one leg was twisted at an ugly angle. The woman fell to her knees beside the man who was pleading for help. She looked down sadly at him, unable to do anything but comfort him. Then her breast milk dripped into his open mouth. His eyes went wide with shock and he leaned up quickly clamping a mouth over her swollen nipples, sucking away before she pulled back in shock at what he had done. She was even more shocked as he healed before her eyes. She looked down at him, then up at heaven for answers, looking even more shocked when she saw Olivia hovering there. Olivia never knew her real name. She was an immigrant from Egypt and a Muslim. She wasn't a fundamentalist or religious extremist in any way and had been wearing a fairly skimp bikini. Her breasts never emptied of milk and healed any wound or illness. Her milk couldn't be bottled, but had to be directly sucked from the nipple to work. At first, she had trouble accepting that she had to expose her breasts, but came to see her ability as a gift from Allah. She would be teasingly called Cow after all the milk dripping from her udders, but took the name Hathor after the Egyptian cow goddess. Hathor would become the greatest woman Olivia ever knew. A woman of pure kindness and compassion traveling the world and healing the sick. Nine years after the Golden shower, she would be assassinated by Islamic terrorists as an abomination to god. The Queen of Hearts struggled through her grief while giving the eulogy at her funeral. Olivia flew on over many strange sights, a girl with parrot wings, a fifty foot woman, a woman with a shark fin on her back and webbed feet and many many more, hundreds more. She aimed herself for the cruise ship desperate to find her best friend. The deck was so riddled with holes, the structure had become weak and collapsed. Most of the passengers and crew on the ship had just opted to jump in the water and swim for shore. Here and there bodies floated in the water or were impaled on jagged steel from the collapsing ship. Olivia flew around the ship searching for Betty, her eyes zooming in on the swimmers, but few had the flame red hair of her best friend. Finally, just as Olivia was passing a collapsed doorway, Betty stumbled through. Like everyone she was naked. Her pale freckled breasts had grown to DD's, her pink nipples swollen and enlarged. The poor girl looked in shock. Blood was splattered on her face and chest. She looked up at Olivia flying down to her, barely appearing to comprehend what was happening. "Betty! Thank god," cried Olivia gently landing on the weak deck in front of her friend. She ran up to hug her, but something hard poked her right in her blonde pubes a foot away from her friend. Olivia stepped back and both she and Betty looked down at the foot long black African penis sticking straight out from where Betty's cute little trimmed red pubes used to be. Black Cock Betty wasn't the only she male to come out of the golden shower. There were ten couples engaged in sexual intercourse when the shower hit. As soon as the golden fluid hit the man, he ejaculated and dissolved, the woman found her clit growing into one of the large penises that all males present under the meteor explosion grew. Betty was the only white woman to grow a black penis. The others were all white couples with the exception of a black female crewman that snuck off the ship to meet her Bahamian lover and grew his black penis. All of the she males were traumatized by the event. Two would go on to commit suicide and one, Mad Maxine, a chemist that had been making love to her husband on their thirtieth wedding anniversary, would go insane and work on a bioengineering a disease that would kill off the entire male population so that everyone would know her pain. Maxine was defeated by Twisted Sista, the black cheerleader that could generate tornados along with Ignition, the cheerleader that could control fire and wore a bikini made of fire as her flames always burnt all her clothes off. Ignition burnt off the virus and Maxine along with it. "He's dead. He's dead," mumbled Betty. "What's happening? Is this a dream? What's happening?" "More like a nightmare," replied Olivia. "He's dead. Jesus, I have a penis! Don't let the others see me like this. Please Olive?" Olivia frowned. She didn't know if she could pull it off, but she felt strong, like she could take on the world. She stepped closer to Betty and with no effort lifted her best friend in her arms. Olivia looked up into the sky and took off. She was worried that high speed might hurt Betty, so the future Queen of Heart took it slow. Betty buried her head in Olivia's shoulder and sobbed. Olivia tried not to look down at the giant black cock, now soft, but huge and plump laying across Betty's pale freckled belly. It was hard not to stare at it. After dropping Betty off at home in Washington, Olivia traversed the entire continent in ten minutes flat returning to the island and taking more of her fellow Wildcats home. The Coast Guard had arrived and upon seeing the chaotic madness on the island was demanding that everyone remain under quarantine until they knew what was going on. Olivia ignored them, taking most of her friends home. HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAY The Queen of Hearts flew in hard and fast towards the federal reserve building in Miami. It was dark, an hour before midnight and no one saw her fly in. Her telescoping eyesight took in the two guards on the roof, zooming in on them. She could make out the telltale bulges underneath their pants and their big muscles, definitely the Baron's men. One of the Loa, La Sirene, could turn any man into a fit over muscled soldier for the Baron with a penis as large as any male that had gotten showered on by having sex with them. They were madly in love with and fanatically loyal to her and since she served Baron Samedi, they became his imperial guard as she slept her way through Hispaniola creating an army to serve her master. They were no match for the Queen. Olivia flew in so fast, they didn't even know she was there until their heads were slamming against each others and they collapsed to the roof. The Queen landed on her feet just outside the door to the stairwell. She raised her foot to kick in the door and then paused, reaching out to test the knob. No sense causing unnecessary damage and it was unlocked. Very well, might be best to sneak in anyway. The building was fifteen stories tall. The stairs descended the whole length of the reserve. They went down in a square, with landings and a door on each floor. The center of the square was open and went straight down. The Queen hopped the railing and dropped the fifteen stories, landing on her feet. She crept to the nearest door and exited into a hallway on the first floor. Her hearing detected noises all over the floor. Mostly moans and soft cries of pleasure. The Queen frowned. There were noises in the office right next to her. She checked the knob and opened the door. A black man lay on the floor. His pants were down around his knees. They were dark and had a yellow stripe down the side. His shirt was open showing off a nice well defined chest of a man that kept himself in good shape. Olivia could make out a badge on his shirt. He was a guard. "You'll never break into the vault," he said defiantly, but he looked nervous. Standing over him was a nude black woman and what a woman she was. She was absolutely stunning. She had dark black skin, African black, but her hair was straight with no kink. Her ass was a perfect round globe with two fit toned legs underneath, a sexy flat belly and perfect DD breasts. Her brown nipples were swollen and pointy. The perfect body only a showered could have. One of the Loa. La Sirene! Something big was up to get one of the Baron's concubines to leave Hispaniola. "I don't want the gold, mon cherie. I want this lovely brown cock of yours,"" she said, straddling him and stooping, reaching down to caress his stiffening cock. She lowered her pussy down over it. "Feel how hot and wet I am for you," she moaned as his cock penetrated her to the hilt. "I feel you expanding to fill my pussy," she moaned. She threw her head back, breathing heavily as she worked her pussy around the root of his cock. "See how big and hard you are for me, cherie," she whispered, raising herself off him. His cock slowly appeared, thicker and bigger then it had been. It kept coming and coming until the fat golf ball sized head plopped out of La Sirene's pussy. "What the...?" gasped the stunned guard. "Nice isn't it," she whispered, pulling his foot long cock back up and guiding it back to her pussy. "This is where it belongs. Such a nice big cock for me." The guard looked amazed at the sight of his huge dark cock disappearing into the hottest pussy it had ever felt. He wasn't even aware that his already fit chest was hardening, muscles growing, becoming more defined as the lovely woman raised and lowered herself over his cock. Then the pleasure was over as a red gloved fist uppercut the jaw of the black woman sending her flying up off his cock. She struck the wall and slumped down to the ground, her legs spread open. The Queen had to pull her punch less she send La Sirene's head flying up to the roof. "Probably should have interrogated her before knocking her out." She winked at the guard. "The Queen of Hearts!" said the guard in amazement. He rose to his feet, his cock still sticking straight out, an unbendable iron rod. Magnificent in it's size and hardness. Olivia tried not to look down at it. "How many hostages?" Olivia reached out for the man's open shirt. She checked his nametag. "Eddie." "There's about twenty left," gasped Eddie. They released most of the men. The twenty remaining are mostly young female receptionists." The Queen glanced over at La Sirene. The Queen had only ever seen her in pictures and propaganda coming out of Hispaniola. She rarely left her palace in Haiti and then usually only when accompanied by the Baron. "Is he here?" "You mean Samedi? Yeah, he's here," said Eddie gulping. "He's very..." "Impressive! Yes, I know." Olivia shivered. The memory was fresh in her mind of her kneeling before the Baron, jerking off that perfect cock of his until he came all over her uniform. The second time had been worse, sucking his cock down her throat like a cheap whore until he filled her belly with his delicious sperm. Her belly growled at the memory and she took a quick glance down at Eddie's newly endowed penis. She had nearly gone mad with lust for Samdi's cock, but luckily had found an antidote. "How many guards?" "Fifteen that I've seen, Queen. Do you need help stopping them?" "Thanks Eddie, but I got this. Get dressed and run out the back door. I'll take the guards out as I pass. Tell the police to storm the building as soon as the hostages run out." "Got it," he said, looking down at his hugely erect penis. The sight of the beautiful Queen of Hearts wouldn't make it go down any faster. "Will... will my penis stay like this?" "No. I believe you have to ejaculate inside La Sirene to set it. Luckily, you should return to normal in a few days." "I see," he mumbled, looking down at his big penis. "Now get moving and stay safe," she said, winking at him. The Queen of Hearts made her way to the door and slipped quietly through it. Behind her Eddie was kneeling between La Sirene's legs, lining his hard cock up with her pussy. ***************** The Queen continued down the main hall nearing the vault. She peaked into a window looking into the vault room. The giant vault was closed. There were two of the Baron's guards standing at attention before it. Her first thought was to break through the door and take the guards out with two punches before they could alarm any others. Instead, she tried the door to the room. The guards noticed her almost immediately, but instead of shooting, they lowered their weapons and put their hands behind their heads. "Smart move," she told them, walking up. "We were instructed not to resist if you showed up," said one. "Smart move. Who instructed you?" "Our Baron, Samedi, ruler of Hispaniola," they answered in unison. "The Baron is here?" "We have the great honor of being accompanied by our Baron, Samedi, ruler of Hispaniola on this glorious mission," answered one. "His glory is our glory. All hail Samedi," said the other. "All hail Samedi," agreed the first. "And what is the mission?" The Queen rolled her eyes at their fanaticism. "The illegal blockade by the criminal country known as the United States has bankrupted the great nation of Hispaniola. We have come for the gold to take as retribution for the crimes against Hispaniola perpetrated by the United States." "And how do you propose to steal the gold?" she asked. "I see no one trying to crack the safe. I see no fantastic drilling machines or super lasers. The longer this standoff goes on, the more superheroes will be showing up on the scene." "Our Baron, Samedi, ruler of Hispaniola has a plan." "His genius knows no bounds. All hail Samedi" "All hail Samedi." CLUNK! Olivia slammed their heads together and the two drones collapsed to the floor. "I was bored of that conversation anyway," she muttered. Olivia turned her attention to the main foyer and office area. The moans and groans of sex were coming loudest from that area. No doubt, the Baron had used his masculine sex appeal to get one of the receptionists to service him. The problem was, that it sounded like a full blown orgy. Curious, Olivia crept towards the closest door and opened it, peering through the crack. A full blown orgy was going dead on. The twenty female hostages were all naked and engaged in various sex acts with the Baron's men. Right in front of her eyes was an oriental woman with the typical thin Chinese body on her knees sucking one twelve inch black cock while getting a second shoved into her pussy from behind. The other women were all fucking and sucking the Baron's men, seemingly willingly and definitely enjoying themselves. They were mostly white woman in their twenties with about 3 black women and a few decent looking older women. He'd kept the young attractive women to service his troops. His imperial guard were mostly naked too, though many had kept their skull emblazoned black ski masks on. Several were guarding the barricaded front doors, but even those had their pants dropped and hostages sucking their cocks for them. They were having sex in all manner of positions, doggy was common with plenty of women riding big black cocks, a few with a cock in their pussy and one in their ass, one pair was doing a 69 off to the side, and behind them, two women were kneeling, sharing a cock between them. At an given moment at least four of the women were crying out in orgasm. Olivia knew how great a foot long cock felt and for a moment, she envied them their pleasure. The Rise and Fall of The Queen of Hearts Even the Baron didn't have the will to compel all these women to service his soldiers. Something was going on here. She walked boldly into the orgy, her foot crushing something underneath her boot. Olivia lifted her red boot off the ground and looked down. It was nothing more then a water bottle. She bent and picked it up. Simon Seltzer Water read the label. Not a brand she was familiar with. Her eyes swept the room, seeing several dozen more of the empty water bottles. She sniffed at the opening of the bottle, but for all her powerful nose could detect, there was only water left at the bottom. Her nose did detect something else, pheromones. The Baron's cock gave those things off like stink on a skunk and she immediately felt her vagina growing moist. "About time you showed up," said the Baron. Olivia turned to face him. He was standing in a doorway. His brutish face was staring at her, the flat nose flaring as he breathed. His big lips were turned up in a smirk. He looked better when he was just a skull. He was wearing a black Punisher tee shirt with the white skull emblazoned on the chest. Funny guy! His pants were off. His giant thirteen inch steel hard black cock was rearing up proudly giving off those manly pheromones that women found so hard to resist. Indeed, one of the hostages was greedily sucking the end of it at that moment. "Samedi," she growled, still staring at the woman sucking his cock. Sweat broke out on her forehead as she pictured herself swapping places with the hostage. "Oui, my love. The one and only. Why so angry. Is it because of this?" He pointed down at the woman. "She means nothing to me. Just a fluffer, keeping my dick hard and ready for you, my queen. Mon pénis appartient à vous, ma reine. Get lost," he said, pushing the hostage off his hard cock. "But I want to please you, my lord," she begged. "Let me suck you and swallow your cum." "You have pleased me, cherie. Now go service my men." He glanced at the girl as she crawled off. "Now where were we," he said, addressing the Queen. "This part of the WE was about to kick your ass and your part of the WE was about to get their ass kicked," she told him. "Ahh, ma reine des cœurs, why are you always so violent? I'm a lover, not a fighter. Just give the word that you will come back to Hispaniola with me and rule by my side and I will release all the hostages. We shall make love every night and our children will rule this world." He grabbed the base of his cock and shook it at her. "Tell me you don't want this cock." I WANT THIS COCK "Tell me you don't want this cock." "I do," she whispered, staring at it. The Queen licked her lips with lust for it. Don't do this Olivia. Don't do this. She fell to her knees and reached out for that hard thirteen inch black cock. It was their fourth battle. He pulled his penis out at every time they fought trying to get her to service him. The first time she saw it, it was like he took it out and slapped her in the face with it. She'd heard stories about it's affect on women. She resisted and gave him a big uppercut to the skeletal jaw. At thirteen inches, Samedi's was the biggest penis on record to come out of the golden shower event. That wasn't quite true as when the Yakuza crime lord, Yamashita Kazuko turned into his alter ego, the giant red rage monster Mr. Oni. His huge crimson penis was over three feet long, but that didn't quite count. Olivia's hand was shaking as she spit on Samedi's swollen black cock head and began to stroke it with her hand. Confronting him on a mini-sub was probably a bad idea. The confined space trapped his pheromones and made him hard to resist. Navy sonar had detected the sub trying to run the blockade. Samedi and Shango were trying to run a load of the super marijuana to the states when the Queen of Hearts showed up. She flew into the water, lifted the minisub out and flew it straight to the penitentiary for super powered individuals. The Queen of Hearts stepped back and watched the main hatch slowly open. The first to emerge was Shango. "Je vais te tuer, salope!" he shouted, pulling an Emperor Palpatine and shooting lightning from his hands. The Queen calmly walked into the lightning. She felt it and there was a slight sting, but other then that, there was little effect. On her body that is, her specially made suit didn't quite fare so well. The bottom front burned away exposing her belly, burn holes appeared in her heart and one side of the top burned away completely exposing her right breast, pure white and unaffected. She hurried up before her entire suit burned away and gave all the watching prison guards a show. Olivia grabbed Shango's wrist and threw him off the sub and to the prison yard. Guards quickly surrounded him and dragged him off to the specially made cell that dampened his electrical powers. He'd been there twice before. "Come out Baron," said the Queen, looking down the hatch. "Come and get me, my amour," he replied. The Queen of Hearts jumped down, her heart skipping a beat when she saw him sitting in the sub's command chair, buck naked. The pheromones were so strong in the mini-sub that it was worse then the first time she saw his cock. This time it was like he was slapping her in the face with it over and over, her mouth watering as she tried to taste him. "Lets have at it, Baron," she said, raising her fists, but staring at his cock. "I don't want to fight you, Queen." "That's because you lose every time, Baron. I'm tired of this." "Tired! You need a vacation. Fly me back to my palace in Port Au Baron and I will give you the most pleasurable vacation of you life. They say the female orgasm is a great way to relieve stress you know." "Knock it off, Baron." "I'd rather knock you up instead," he replied. "Think about it, mon cherie. We are the most powerful beings to come out of the golden shower. We belong together. You and I, side by side, ruling the world." "Damn!" she whispered, still staring at his cock. It continued to give off pheromones, filling the tight confines of the sub. "Gets in your head doesn't it," he said. She nodded. "Tell me you don't want this cock." "I do," she whispered, and that was how Olivia found herself kneeling before her most hated foe and spitting on his cock head while she began stroking it. "I'm sure your pussy is quite wet for it my dear. You don't need to lubricate it any more, unless of course you'd like to suck it. Why don't you strip off that uniform and let me see you in all your enhanced beauty?" Olivia's hand was shaking as she jerked off his cock. Sweat was pouring down her forehead and it wasn't just from the heat inside the sub. His cock was so hot and powerful. She could feel it throbbing in her hand. I bet his cum does taste good. I bet it would feel good stuffing my pussy. I bet our son would be magnificent. Damn it! I wish I wasn't on the pill so that he could put a baby in my belly. She pictured him kneeling beside her, putting a hand on her swollen belly and feeling their baby kick as they stood on the balcony of his palace overlooking the blue Caribbean. "Whoa there! Slow down a little," said the Baron. Her hand had started moving rapidly up and down the long shaft while she fantasized about it. There was her solution. She grinned in triumph. Her hand went into super speed, turning into a blur as she masturbated the huge cock as fast as her super strength allowed. "Yeah, um, that's good baby, but wouldn't you rather do that with your pus... OH MERDE!" Those huge coconut sized balls under the Baron's cock suddenly emptied their load. The Baron's first wad of ejaculate covered her big red heart. The second splattered all over her face. The third her chest, soaking the exposed breast and leaving his thick sperm dripping off her erect nipple. The fourth wad splattered on her lower face, a good deal of his hot sperm entering her mouth. It was as good as she imagined! She bent the hard spurting cock back down so that the remaining three wads hit her breasts and chest again. Each and every squirt of his hot seed was like getting a soda can's worth of fluid splattered on you. She was soaked by the time his balls kicked into overdrive, producing more and more sperm. The Queen now looked like she'd taken a swim in a pool filled with vanilla pudding. 'Umm, getting a little sensitive," moaned the Baron, the sperm flying from his swollen cock head like water from a hose with a finger over the nozzle making it spray out. Olivia quit stroking the big black cock and pulled back from it in horror. The monster blasted a few final wads before it finally began to soften. She grabbed the Baron by the neck and pulled him towards her. The black bastard leaned into her and kissed her full on the lips. She launched into the sky, flying up through the sub's hatch while he continued kissing her before she pushed him away tossing the Baron into the yard as she kept flying up. She couldn't let the guards see her like this. She flew up into the clouds and paused hovering, Her hand was still trembling as she reached out and pinched her sperm covered nipple. Her other hand found her crotch, her fingers pushing into her suit, feeling her heat and dampness. She pushed the suit's crotch aside and moaned as her fingers entered her needy pussy. Her hand left her nipple, scooping up some of the Baron's seed and shoving it into her mouth. God, she was a fool. Why hadn't she fucked him? It wasn't too late. She could swoop down and rescue her lover before the guards hauled him off. The Queen of Hearts fought to pull herself together. She felt like she was going mad with lust for her greatest enemy's cock. She rose higher until she found a storm system and flew through the rain cloud to rinse his cum off her body. She then aimed herself towards Washington DC and The Hall Of Righteousness. She desperately needed someone to talk to. ROUND TWO The next time she had encountered the Baron, had been both the most humiliating and proudest moment of her life. She had kneeled and sucked him off before the United States Congress. "Ah, my queen, right on schedule," he laughed as she came down through the roof of the center of American government. The Queen landed in a crouch and stood up straight. She brushed dust off her arms and shoulders. "Seriously, Baron? You think you can get away with this just block from the Hall of Righteousness?" "Kill the Representatives," he replied. Startled Olivia jerked in surprise and shock. "Wait!" she held up her hand. Every congressman was seated in their chairs while several dozen of the Baron's skull masked imperial guard held machine guns on them. "Hold your fire," replied the Baron and his men lowered their weapons. He yawned as the lovely blonde superhero looked at him in horror. "Ah, my lovely reine des coeurs, you look so surprised. You must understand that my people are starving. These are the men responsible for the blockade. I watched them debate on CSPAN." He turned and addressed the room. "Lift the blockade or you die." "The United States will not be dictated to by a common criminal," yelled the Speaker of the House, rising up from his podium seat. "SIT DOWN!" The Baron's will hit the Speaker who quickly sat back down in his seat. Samedi's head faded and his signature skull appeared. "How dare you call me a common criminal. I am quite uncommon." The face returned. "Or... I can let you all go, if your greatest hero, your symbol of American power, the beautiful Queen of Hearts, gives me a blowjob." "Monster!" growled Olivia raising her fist, but holding herself back. The Representatives were mumbling and fidgeting in their seats. "Those are my conditions." Baron Samedi lowered his hands down to his black military style fatigues and slowly unzipping his pants. His lips curled up in a cocky grin as he noticed her eyes watching his zipper lower. "I see you haven't forgotten my cock. You know you want it." He fished around inside his pants and struggled to remove the huge slab of black meat that was rapidly swelling to a massive erection. Congressmen gasped in shock when they say the Baron's famous cock for the first time. The Queen's gasp was almost imperceptible. Her tongue appeared for a millisecond between her lips. Her heart rate increased and she knew that the Baron's enhanced hearing could detect it. His enhanced sense of smell could probably even detect her pussy lubricating. "I can have any woman I want. Your incredible ability to resist this magnifique cock only makes me want you more." "Fuck you, Baron," she replied, still staring at it. "Later, after you surrender your will to me. For now, I just want a blow job." He turned away from The Queen and the central podium, turning to face the assembled House. "Behold fools, the mighty black cock of Baron Samedi. This is not the cock of a man. This is the cock of a god. This cock demands to be serviced by the most beautiful woman in the world, your heroine, the Queen of Hearts. When the Queen of Hearts sucks my cock, you may leave with a warning. No one is safe, not you, not even the President. Lift the blockade and allow my Jamaican friend's produce into the country or I will return and next time there will be no warning, only death." "All Hail Samedi," shouted every one of the imperial guard in unison. Samedi turned back to the Queen. "NOW SUCK MY COCK!" He thought she was beautiful! Her looks pleased him and that made her happy and wet, oh so very wet. Olivia felt flushed by her body's reaction to the Baron's presence just as he put all the force of his mighty will into the order to suck his cock. Her knees trembled and gave way as she fell, kneeling before the Baron, his thirteen inch cock aimed right at her face. "Suck it," mumbled a weak willed congressman. "Yes, suck it," said another. "Suck that black cock," said a representative with enthusiasm. "Suck it," said the Speaker of the House from behind her. Olivia took her eyes off his huge cock to glance back over her shoulder at the speaker. He had clamped his hand over his mouth in horror. They knew the Baron's power. None of the Congressmen would blame her if she did suck it. Hell, she wanted to suck it. His cock had haunted her dreams since the last time she'd given him the hand job. If she hadn't discovered her unique temporary antidote, she just might have made the short flight to Port-au-Baron to spend the night servicing him. She walked forwards on her knees, reaching out to grasp his cock. She released it, pulling her hand back and yanking off her red glove. She wanted to touch it with her bare hand. She reached out for it again, now feeling it's heat and pulse with her hand. Olivia trembled, feeling her pussy leaking like Niagara Falls as her need for it grew. "I can't wait to put it in you either," whispered the Baron looking down on her. His broad nostrils flared as he smelled her arousal. "For now, I just want these fools to see their greatest hero servicing my cock. Fly home with me tonight and we'll go about swelling that belly of yours with my baby." Olivia nodded, letting her hand stroke up and down his cock. The Baron raised his voice so that the nearby congressmen could hear. "Pull that top down and let me see those titties." Olivia reluctantly released his cock. She reached up and stretched out the material of her top, pulling it down under her bare breasts. "Wow," muttered a congressman. "Wow indeed," laughed the Baron. "Now start sucking, times a wasting. Those meddling gal pals of yours will be here soon." The Queen of Hearts ripped off her other glove. She grabbed his cock again with both hands. She bent forward and brought her lips up to the fat knob that topped off the huge cock. The pee slit alone was as big as a human eye. Precum dribbled out of it constantly. She kissed it on the pee slit, tasting his precum, a tremble of lust. coursed through her body, telling her she was doing the right thing. "Your cock's so big," she whispered before running her tongue all around the head. "The better to please you with, mon cherie." He looked down at the lovely woman. Her blue eyes looked up at him through her red mask. She was big and doe-eyed, all innocent looking. His cock had that effect on women. It's presence made women act sluttily. Samedi had yet to meet the woman that didn't become a horny bimbo when he waved his cock under their nose. They would do anything. The most uptight conservative old nun would willingly let him shove his cock up her ass if he would only ask. Everyone that had experienced the golden shower radiated sex appeal, but his tool was the most powerful. Even heroes like the Queen found it hard to resist. She had half the tip in her mouth now and was working her tongue all around it while stroking him. "You don't have to do this," he whispered down to her. "Stop now and I will surrender to you, no one gets hurt. Or if you prefer, you can keep sucking it." Her answer was to push her head forward, his cock head disappearing into her straining mouth. Soon it was probing at her throat, pushing deep as she sucked more and more of his huge cock into her mouth. The Baron threw his head back and laughed in triumph, his face fading out and becoming a white skull. Behind Olivia, the Speaker of the House stood. He banged his gavel down. Most of the congressmen couldn't take their eyes off the sight of a beautiful buxom blonde woman now bobbing her head rapidly over a good seven inches of the world's master criminal's monster cock. The Speaker banged it again, slowly eyes turned towards him, even the Baron's. Olivia was busy trying to cram as much of the Baron's cock down her throat as she could. His pubes were rapidly approaching her nose. She found out later what the congressmen did for her. The Speaker of the House stood up straight and then turned his back on the Queen fellating the Baron. Beside the Speaker, the House leadership stood up and slowly turned their backs on them also. One by one all 435 members of the House slowly stood up in their seats and turned their backs on the sex scene. The Baron just sneered at them and their nobility. In the balcony, a reporter and her cameraman had been filming the scene. It would be blurred for TV, but as she watched the noble act of the congressmen, she reached out and covered the cameraman's lens. "Let the media show as much respect for the Queen of Hearts as the House is," she told the cameraman who nodded. "It's not her fault. The Baron is hard to resist." The female reporter didn't turn her back, but kept looking down on the couple. In her mind, it was her, not the Queen kneeling before the Baron, sucking his huge black cock. "Oh Tres bien," moaned the Baron as the Queen of Hearts kissed his pubes. A normal woman couldn't take his entire cock down her throat. La Sirene could deep throat him and some of the other heroes he had seduced over the years. The showered were built for each other. When the showered had babies with a normal human, the baby was always normal, but as several showered had gotten together, their babies were all as gifted as one of their parents and sometimes both. That's why they should stick together. That's why he and the Queen needed to make babies together. Babies that would grow up to rule the world. Outside there was a sonic boom and some other noises over the sirens of the police. "Damn!" growled the Baron. "It looks like we have company. Better hurry it up, my Queen before your friends arrive. Why don't you go supersonic on that black cock?" Olivia Queen grabbed the Baron's hips and began sucking his cock at accelerated speed. She was as upset at the arrival of other superheroes as the Baron was. "Merde! C'est bien," he moaned. She looked up at him, happy to know she was pleasing him, but there was only a white skull looking down on her. "Here it comes my Queen," he moaned.