index


Message-ID: <39754asstr$1039500603@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Homer Vargas <vargas111@yahoo.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Subject: {ASSM} Wonder Woman's Most Fulfilling Adventure (MC, Fdom, preg)
Date: Tue, 10 Dec 2002 01:10:03 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Title: Wonder Woman's Most Fulfilling Adventure
Author: Homer Vargas
Keywords: MC, Fdom, preg
Summary: Wonder Woman rescues a little village that is
not what it seems.
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 7/15/98
Last Edited 10/20/02

Wonder Woman's Most Fulfilling Adventure
By Homer Vargas
Comments welcomed at 
vargas111@Yahoo.com


This, my very first story, takes off from and uses
some scenes and language from another story with a
similar title, author unknown to me, found at:
http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/wonder/wwpreg.txt
but I have taken the idea in a different direction.


The day began like many others for our superheroine
friend.  Our attention shifts to the steamy jungles of
South America and the eruption of a volcano near a
small native village at the headwaters of the Amazon. 
The volcano exploded with astounding force, shooting
ash and lava as far as the eye could see.  The lava's
fiery torrent ate away at the landscape as it roared
down toward a tiny isolated village.

The village might have been there for thousands of
years thus, the monster to the North but a distant
memory from a time that had long since passed.  Now
suddenly the village faced certain annihilation.

That morning Wonder Woman had helped in the
apprehension of a couple of bank robbers.  This
afternoon she was flying the South America patrol for
the Justice League of America when she noticed the
volcanic eruption and saw the plight of the village. 
She turned her invisible plane around at once, knowing
that she was the village's only hope.  Within minutes
she was over the site.  With the lava rushing toward
the village, there was no time to spare.  From in her
plane she lassoed a large bolder and with all the
power the plane could muster lifted the bolder and
placed it on top of the volcano's crater, diverting
the lava flow harmlessly in another direction. 
Without the fresh influx, the lava flow stopped short
of the village.

Only when she was sure that the danger from the
volcano was past did Wonder Woman land her plane in a
clearing next to the village.  There she was greeted
by a throng of women who bowed down before her and
worshipped her as if she were a goddess.  Wonder Woman
tried to explain that she was not a goddess, (of
course she is a goddess in any *man's* book.) and said
she only did what any superheroine would have done. 
Never having read comic books, however, the women did
not understand this explanation but insisted she come
with them into the village for a feast.  Wonder Woman
graciously accepted the invitation.

It was a beautiful village with neat thatched huts and
fields around were laid out geometrically in the
valley.  As she looked around Wonder Woman became
aware that there was something odd about the village. 
It was *too* pretty, *too* orderly.  There was no
trash lying about.  The lanes were lined with white
stones that matched almost perfectly.  The thatch of
the huts was evenly trimmed and the mud walls were all
painted in bright cheerful colors.  Each hut had a
window box of plants.  Rows of flowers were
interspersed among the lush crops.  Cows had bows
around their necks and pigs were squeaky (Agggh!)
clean.  The village seemed so... *feminine.*

That was it!  Wonder Woman realized that there were no
*men* around.  When she inquired and explained what
she meant, the women just laughed.  Yes, there were
stories and legends about another kind of human --
larger, smellier creatures, totally unsuited to
village life.  Perhaps some lived on the other side of
the mountains, but none of the women had ever seen
one.  They knew of no other people but themselves. 
Their valley was cut off on three sides by the sheer
flanks of the volcano and the river exited through an
impassible gorge.  As Wonder Woman saw the amazing
variety of crops produced on the rich volcanic soil,
the fruit that could be gathered from the jungle, and
the large number of domestic animals, she could see
how the village was able to exist comfortably, though
completely isolated off from the outside world.  They
received and needed nothing from the outside but,...

Wonder Woman then came to another shocking
realization.  Although there were no men in the
village or anywhere in the whole valley, there were
women of all ages from smiling old crones to infant
girls.  In fact, she noticed there was a group of
beautiful young women that all seemed to be about
eight months pregnant.  One doe-eyed beauty typified
the others, looking ever so lovely with her gorgeous
round belly and full firm breasts all of which she
somehow just managed to cover.  The clothes on her
pregnant body looked like they were ready to explode
so tightly were they stretched to cover the woman's
ever expanding form.  The cloth was light blue in
color and through it you could see the woman's nipples
which stood out, pointed and stiff.  The cloth was so
tight that it seemed to cup each breast and made them
seem even fuller which only accentuated every sensual
curve of this pregnant nymph's sexy shape.  Wonder
Woman could just about make out the stretch marks
through the cloth.  And then of course there was her
belly button that was being forced out by the
ever-growing child within.

How was this possible?  She wondered, but decided it
was best not to ask the women directly just then
because she felt it might offend them.  Perhaps at the
feast she would learn more as indeed she did -- much,
much more than she ever imagined!

Wonder Woman also noticed with a displeasure she tried
to conceal that the women of the village were very
free with their bodies.  She saw girls kissing each
other on the mouth or women giving one another an
affectionate slap on the ass, or squeezing together in
embraces so warm their tits must touch.  She saw
couples drift off only to come back later flushed and
laughing as if they had been doing something
delightfully naughty.  In her prudish way, Wonder
Woman attributed this immorality to ignorance and
isolation from wholesome American culture, though she
was too PC to say such a thing.

The fires were being lit and a sumptuous meal prepared
and as the first flagons of wine began to be passed
around, Wonder Woman got up the courage to inquire how
village women could conceive without men.  The group
of smiling village elders -- gorgeous, voluptuous
women in their -- forties? -- broke into gales of
nervous laughter and told Wonder Woman to come with
them.  They guided her outside the village along a
carefully tended path.  There in a perfect little
grove they showed her a curious pillar.  An almost
inaudible flute-like music filled the air.

The leader explained that they prayed to the pillar
and worshipped it as their god.  When the time came, a
group of virgins were presented to the god and, if
worthy, each would bear a child.  Other women came
alone or in pairs to spend a night in prayer before
the pillar.  "I came her two moons ago and MY prayers
were answered, she said, pointing to a slight bulge
that Wonder Woman has not noticed.  The pillar was a
long phallic shaped object that stood some 20 feet in
the air.  Around it were dozens of smaller upright
phalluses.  At the base of the pillar there was also
an inscription which none of the women could read.  To
her amazement, Wonder Woman saw that the script was a
very archaic form of Greek which she could decipher
"Thou who art come of age, give thyself upon the stone
and thou shalt be blessed with child."

Wonder Woman was tempted to dismiss this inscription
and the women's belief out of hand, but *something*
had to explain how women who had never been with men
could bear children.  The pillar fascinated her and
she felt herself strangely drawn to it.  As she
approached the pillar she experienced sensations she
had never felt before.  She was suddenly more aware of
her sexuality and, try as she might to avoid it,
sexual images of herself with a large, harry man
flooded her head.  The closer she got to the statute
the hornier she found herself and the more realistic
the fantasy.  She saw herself lying on the ground, her
legs spread obscenely with an expression of total
ecstasy on her face as the harry man fucked away at
her vigorously.  Her arousal was so intense that if
the other women hadn't been looking, she probably
would have masturbated right there!

Fortunately for her dignity, someone called the group
to come back of the village for the feast.  Moving
away from the phallus and the unnoticed music the
sensation diminished and Wonder Woman was able
momentarily to put out of mind how horny being near
the pillar had made her.

Of course she was led to a place at the head of the
table where she was seated at the side of the
beautiful Queen Althea.  During the feast, however,
Wonder Woman's mind kept wondering back to the
sensations she had experienced in the presence of the
pillar.

The native wine was good and surprisingly potent. 
Wonder Woman realized she would have to be careful not
to drink too much, but without realizing it she
allowed Althea to keep refilling her glass until she
was quite as tipsy as the rest of the women.  Only
Althea remained sober.

At the table next to hers, Wonder Woman noticed a
group of girls that all appeared to be about sixteen
who were being served from a special pitcher.  Through
a rather nice buzz, Wonder Woman reflected that girls
so young shouldn't be drinking.  The judgmental
superheroine would have done better to pay attention
to her own behavior rather than worrying about
others', for in her haze she did not notice that her
own cup was also being filled from that same pitcher.

As Queen Althea poured her still another cup of the
special wine, Wonder Woman found herself thinking
about how badly she wanted sex.  She felt a tingling
sensation in her breasts and a warmth between her
legs.  She noticed that her nipples were distended and
that the moisture oozing from her pussy had produced
an expanding wet spot in her tight blue and
star-spangled hot pants.  Embarrassed, she hoped
Althea did not see it.  The urge to reach down into
her briefs and get her self off returned and became
almost unbearable.

Shaking her head to clear her mind of such thoughts,
Wonder Woman looked around and was shocked.  The feast
was degenerating into an orgy.  A sexual frenzy had
come upon the women who very publicly were kissing and
feeling each other up or even 69-ing on mats that had
been laid out by the tables.  She turned to Althea
expecting the Queen to stop this disgusting, though
arousing, display of public immorality. 

The queen had been contemplating the scene.  "The
spirit of the god is upon us tonight.  It is His
blessing and beautiful is it not?" the Queen said with
a serene smile, seeming to defuse Wonder Woman's
unspoken disapproval.  "This is the night of the
Presentation.  It is fitting that we express our
gratitude to Him by showing our love, our desire for
one another," she explained looking deep into Wonder
woman's eyes.  "We love you, too, Beautiful One." 
Before the astonished Amazon could reply, the Queen
placed her hand behind Wonder Woman's neck and was
kissing her full on the lips.

Wonder Woman's first instinct was to reject the
overture, but with her reflexes dulled by the wine,
she hesitated.  The Queen's kiss lingered and became
more passionate.  The Queen's arms slipped around her,
pulling her close, the voluptuous woman's large tits
crushing her own.  Wonder Woman realized to her horror
that without thinking she was cuddling close to the
older woman and kissing her back!  Her tongue and the
Queen's were writhing together like lovesick snakes. 
What was happening to her?  Maybe it was the wine or
that blasted pillar.  She had never done anything like
this before.

A wave of revulsion and shame swept over her and with
an effort of will power she broke the kiss.  "Queen
Althea, I thank you for your hospitality, but I really
must go," she managed to make herself say.  "It's a
long journey back to my country," she said, her voice
quavering from barely suppressed lust.  The Queen
would know that she was only making an excuse, that
seeing women making love to women made her
uncomfortable, but she wanted to be polite.

The Queen continued to smile regally at her and did
not seem offended.  "Oh please do not leave us just
now, Beautiful One.  The feast has just begun.  You
must stay for the Presentation.  Is there nothing I
can do to make you change your mind?

Wonder Woman was about to say "no," but the words
never got the chance to form.  The Queen, answering
her own question, slipped a hand into Wonder Woman's
costume and took possession of one of her tits.  "Do
you not enjoy a woman's pleasures?" Althea whispered
and kissed her again.  "Stay, Beautiful One, and I
will pleasure you."  The bolt of erotic sensation that
shot through Wonder Woman left her weak, too
distracted to object.  In a kind of erotic daze,
Wonder Woman allowed the Queen gently to pull her down
onto  a nearby mat and to begin sucking first one then
another of her sensitive Amazonian jugs in earnest.

Wonder Woman's head swam.  She felt giddy, totally
overpowered by a strange desire.  She knew this was
totally wrong.  She had never allowed anyone, woman or
man, o fondle her tits before.  But she loved what
this beautiful mature woman was doing to her boobs so
much, she couldn't make her stop.  Wonder Woman's
breath grew short and she felt warmth almost like
liquid fire growing inside her.  Great Zeus she was
about to come and the woman hadn't even touched her
cli...

"No!  NO!  Aiiiiiii" Wonder Woman screamed in ecstasy.
 Her body was convulsed by an intense orgasm as soon
as the Queen's finger had touched her clitoris.  She
may have blacked out for a few seconds.  When she
opened her eyes again, the Queen was staring down at
her lovingly .

"That was good, Beautiful One.  You needed pleasuring,
didn't you?"

Wonder Woman could only look up at her in dazed
confusion and nod her head `yes'.

"I could see your need, Beautiful One, in your too
rapid steps, the way you spoke too fast.  You were
tense and your mind was filled with many things a
woman should not trouble with.  You will lie tonight
with me.  I will make you relax, ...  take away your
cares....  I will fill you body with pleasure, ... and
empty ... your mind," she added ominously, but Wonder
Woman didn't catch the hint of danger.  The Queen
continued slowly to finger the overpowered
superheroine's pussy.

Wonder Woman thought dizzily she should leave, but the
orgasm had left her disoriented and the words of her
beautiful companion rang true.  She did need to relax.
 She had been working virtually twenty hours a day for
weeks.  As Diana Prince she had a high-pressure job as
a lawyer and as Wonder Woman she was constantly on
call.  On call!  She started.  She should be off to
continue her patrol right now, she thought something
like panic gripping her chest.  Althea saw Wonder
woman's reaction and quickly spoke a few words.  The
queen's voice and magic hand between her legs stopped
Wonder Woman's thought in mid-formation, climaxing her
instantly.

"You shout too loudly when you come into a woman's
pleasure, Beautiful One.  We shall continue, but you
must accompany with me to my quarters.  It will be
more ... seemly.

This was insane.  A beautiful lesbian had just seduced
her and now wanted to take her away to her boudoir and
fuck her senseless all night?  `No way!'.  Then she
felt the Queen's magic hand move within her pussy
again and a new wave of desire swept over her.  She
needed the promised release.  There was no way she
could refuse.  The orgasm this time was not
instantaneous.  She felt it build up -- slowly,
deliciously, inevitably.  But when it burst over her,
Wonder Woman was utterly transported!

Wonder Woman's recollections after that orgasm were
hazy.  Perhaps two young women helped steady her as
the Queen lead her from the banquet to the Queen's
quarters.  She was pretty sure that the Queen's
fingers never left her pussy as she was taken away. 
The Queen held her on the verge of another orgasm
until the two young women gently put her to bed.  "Now
we can take our pleasure in private, Beautiful One,"
the Queen said as she lay down beside her and took
Wonder Woman in her arms again.

No, this could not be happening to her, but then she
felt the Queen's lips on her lips ... the `other'
ones.  Oh no,    oh yes!  She was going down for a
woman!  No mortal man could have forced apart Wonder
Woman's powerful thighs, but the Queen found only the
slightest resistance as she gently opened up Wonder
Woman's dripping snatch to her kisses.  The aroused
and panting Amazon could only moan when she felt the
Queen's tongue invade the temple of her self.  All
questions and caution were suddenly washed away by
another orgasm, as the Queen gently sucked gently on
her clitoris.

The Amazonian Princess lost all track of time.  At
some point she saw or rather sensed the Queen had
turned around into the 69 position, placing her own
moist pussy just above Wonder Woman's face.  The
Costumed Crime-Fighter had never done this, but in her
orgasmic daze, she knew what was expected.  She
reached up and pulled the Queen's dripping crotch to
her mouth and began to drink from the older woman's
copiously flowing slit.  Soon she was rewarded when
the Queen yelped and came hard, drenching Wonder
Woman's mouth and lips with her pungent love juice. 
This triggered yet another of Wonder Woman's orgasms 
and then another as the Queen persistently tongued the
superheroine's labia and toyed with her clit.

As one orgasm blended into another, Wonder Woman
forgot where she was, who she was, totally submerged
in the giving and receiving of pleasure.  Then --
suddenly?   at last? she was aware of the Queen's
rapturous face gazing down at her.  "That was good,
Beautiful One.  Your body is full of pleasure.  Now
you must sleep."

"No, no" Wonder Woman wanted to say.  She could not go
to sleep now.  She had to get up,... had to go to the
plane,   had to ... but her unuttered protest was in
vain,  The Queen's magic fingers found her sensitive
clit once again and she felt the beginnings of another
kind of volcanic eruption.  She could only gaze up
into the Queen's eyes.

"Yes, Beautiful One, you had much pleasure and now you
are very tired.  You are totally satisfied, but so
much pleasure has exhausted you.  Just a little more
pleasure will make you sleep."  Wonder Woman could not
focus clearly on the Queen's words, the approaching
orgasm didn't let her.

"It feels good, Beautiful One.  You love what I am
doing to you, making you feel so calm and relaxed. 
Your eyes are heavy.  Close them and drink the final
draught of pleasure.  The pleasure makes you very
drowsy, ... very drowsy...."

"Something ... wrong,"  Wonder Woman thought as waves
of sleepy arousal lapped ever higher against her
mind's defenses.  " She's... trying to hyp   hypnotize
me... Got ... got to fight it....  "

"It' no use fighting me, Beautiful One, you are too
sleepy  Your desire for more pleasure is too much. 
Sleep....  Sleep!"

"No, no" her terrified brain cried out, but her body's
demands were too strong.  With a final caress of
Wonder Woman's rigid sex bud the Queen brought the
horny Amazon to a final, sense-numbing orgasm.  The
last resistance of her powerful mind was swept away by
a flood of erotic sensation and she fell deeply asleep
in the Queen's arms.

The Queen looked down with relief at the entranced
Amazonian Princess.  She had done it!  The most
powerful woman in the universe had succumbed just as
her Master had said she would.  The drugged wine had
worked, she laughed.  It had made the silly
superheroine so horny, it had been easy to seduce and
entrance her.  "Sleep well for now, Wonder Woman" she
now said to her insentient adversary,  "Soon comes the
Presentation and you are the `guest of honor.'"  A
grin of evil satisfaction shown from the Queen's face.

*****

Hours later Wonder Woman half awoke on the bed in the
Queen's chamber.  She was feeling wonderful, tingling
with excitement as if she knew something important was
about to happen but not what it was.  Outside it was
still dark, but there were sounds of a pipe,
beautiful, erotic notes, the same piping, now that she
though about it, that she had heard in the grove of
the phallus.  Again she was aware of the need to leave
this strange village, but the piping music held her. 
She was about to look outside when the Queen walked
in.

"I hope you had a good rest, Beautiful One.  The time
has come for the Presentation.  It is the most solemn
ceremony of the year."

"Thank you, Queen Althea, but I really must be
leaving.  You see I have ..."

"Nothing to do that is more important than attending
the Presentation," said the Queen authoritatively
waving her hand in the eyes of the astonished
superheroine.

Wonder Woman blinked in confusion.  The Queen was
right again.  There was nothing more important.  The
mere mention of the mysterious Presentation had
stirred anew the feeling of excitement, sexual
excitement.  "As you say, Queen Althea," she replied
with a strangely calm voice.

"But you cannot attend dressed as you are, my dear,"
said the Queen with a mysterious smile.  "You are not
properly attired.  Your strange clothes reek of power,
almost defiance.  They are not fitting garments for a
woman who is to be presented to the god.  You are to
become the god's vessel, waiting to be filled.  Your
raiment must show meekness and docility."

Had Wonder Woman heard correctly?  *She* was not being
presented to the god.  "Well," grinned Wonder Woman,
"I'm really NOT a very meek and docile ..."

The Queen ignored her silly prattle and clapped her
hands.  Two lovely nymphs appeared.  The same ones...?
 "Prepare the Beautiful One for the Presentation," she
ordered

Then she turned back to the confused Amazon, "You will
relax and let your attendants take charge of
everything."

Wonder Woman suddenly felt an almost erotic
tranquillity come over her, so much like earlier
tonight after the Queen had first gotten her off.  She
hardly knew what the two girls were doing as they led
her thither and yon, petted her and bathed her,
toweled and perfumed her.  Their hands were never far
from her nipples and playfully teased her moist crack.
 They made her feel wonderful and more ... more
*feminine* than ever in her life.  "Now we will apply
the unguents to prepare you for the Presentation,"
said the taller of the two.  "Rest there."

The powerful woman warrior allowed the two lithe young
women to lead her back the bed where the Queen had
made love to her.  Gently they lay her down and begin
to massage her.  First they poured warm oils on her
back and shoulders.  She sighed as she inhaled the
pungent vapors that sent her mind drifting elsewhere. 
Surprisingly strong fingers flew up and down her back
and especially her large round ass.  Wonder Woman felt
the reawakening of a deep arousal as soft hands
kneaded her buttocks and inner thighs,  Then she found
herself face up, gazing into the excited faces of her
two attendants.

"Your body must glow for the God," one said and more
oil was pored over her shapely naked figure.  The
pretense of massage had long since disappeared, but
this did not register with Wonder Woman's
lust-befuddled brain.  The two women fell to work
bringing the dreamy superheroine to full arousal.  One
caressed her large sensitive breasts while the other
began a stealthy but inexorable invasion of her
womanhood.  Slowly they stoked the Amazon to a fever
of arousal, but following their Mistress's orders,
were careful not to allow her the release of orgasm.

Wonder Woman's eyes were closed and she was moaning
softly when the Queen appeared once again.  "Well
done, my sweets.  She appears to be in total
readiness," she whispered to the two women, dismissing
them.  "Come, now, Beautiful One.  Your sisters await
you."

Taking Wonder Woman by the hand the Queen bid the
somnambulistic superheroine rise.  Her blue eyes
opened to gaze into the Queen's but saw little else so
strong was her almost trance-like arousal.  Gently the
Queen slipped a simple and very short shift over her
sculpted shoulders.  In front it hung from her jutting
tits, distended by arousal.  In back it caressed her
full rounded ass.  Nothing covered her sex.  She felt
wonderfully, deliciously open and vulnerable.

Wonder Woman was taken to join a dozen similarly
dressed young women whose dumb, happy expressions
matched her own.  If she could have taken notice,
Wonder Woman would have seen they were the same girls
that had been served from the special pitcher at the
banquet.  Were not her super senses dulled by the
spell of lust, she would also have smelled the
surrounding musk of females ready for sex.  Like
Wonder Woman's, her young companions' pussies were
slowly leaking from intense sexual excitement.  Wonder
Woman appeared almost twice the age of these maidens
and her stature and breast size made her stand out
from the rest, a mature, fully ripe woman among mere
nymphs.  Hidden, masculine eyes admired the sight of
the sex-transfixed Amazon.

The beautiful piping led them outside the village to
the mysterious pillar.  They walked around the great
phallus three times, gazing upward at it reverently. 
Each chosen woman was then placed before one of the
smaller phalluses that encircled the powerful symbol
towering above them.  Most of the phalluses were eight
to twelve inches long.  The smaller women were placed
before the smaller objects.  Wonder Woman's
bliss-numbed mind did not take in that she was
positioned before the largest, a fourteen inch monster
that had been laved and glistened with oil.

"This is the hour, Little Sisters.  Your yearnings are
fulfilled.  This is the hour of your Presentation! 
Give yourselves freely, and may you be found worthy."
the Queen intoned.  Then each woman was led to her
phallus.  Gentle hands helped her to lower herself
onto the object so it slid smoothly into her moist
cunt.  Wonder Woman felt a momentary discomfort as the
hands helped her impale herself, but she was well
lubricated, her cunt loose from uncounted orgasms, and
the massive cock slipped inside her effortlessly. 
Immediately any discomfort was replaced by unbearable
pleasure.  Slowly at first she began to ride up and
down on the stone prick.

As Wonder Woman began to writhe in growing excitement,
her orgasm beginning to build, unseen hands grasped
her breasts kneading them and pinching her nipples to
increase the sensation.  Others stroked and teased her
clit.  Ecstasy such as she had never known rushed up
at Wonder Woman from her loins.  Heavenly fire seem to
spread from her crotch to her breasts and throughout
her body.  An orgasm that made those of earlier that
night pale, erupted within her, racing from fingers to
toes and back, again and again.  She split the night
air with her brays of lustful pleasure, but her cries
of defeat were drowned by the wails, sobs, moans, and
shrieks of a dozen other simultaneously orgasming
women.  She continued to thrash helplessly as she came
again and again.  As at last she slowed and stopped,
exhausted by constant orgasming.  As her orgasmic
high, gradually faded she slumped toward
unconsciousness.  She never felt the strong masculine
hands that were waiting to lift her from the stone.

*****

Two hours later the God Pan, satisfied in more ways
than one, smiled down at the ravished Amazon, his
thick semen seeping from her pussy.  How he had longed
for and plotted for this night.  He had established
this colony of brainwashed women here years ago,
populating it with his daughters.  Vulcan had helped
by releasing the volcano's power.  His beautiful witch
wife Althea had cast a spell to give the phallus its
erotic power.  Pan's scheme was proceeding well. 
Wonder Woman would cease to pollute the world as a
role model for a generation of women, women who were
too smart, too independent.  "No more, Amazon," he
smirked.  "No more!"

*****

In the bright sunlight of the next morning, everything
of last night seemed like a dream.  The grateful women
of the tribe gathered around the airplane waving good
bye to the happy superheroine.  Only the Queen seemed
more subdued.  "Remember us, Beautiful One.  You can
always come back here.  No matter what happens out
there in the World of Men, we will always love you."

Glowing with fond if hazy memories of the magical
night she had spent in the village, Wonder Woman flew
sleepily away, back to her world of crime fighting
and, as Diana Prince, high-powered legal battles.  But
she could not put aside the memories of the village of
happy women, especially the image of those gorgeous
pregnant girls she had seen and their eagerness to
have a baby.  Sadly, it was something her calling
could never allow her to experience in either
personae.

Within a few days everything seemed back to normal,
except that the horniness Wonder Woman first felt
before the pillar would not leave her.  For the first
time in her life she found herself spending a lot of
time with her legs open and her hands in her pussy. 
She just had to get off constantly!  Embarrassed, she
send off for a vibrator and found her self choosing
the largest model offered.  And with every orgasm,
which seemed to get more intense as the days went by,
came unbidden thoughts of motherhood.  How glorious it
would be, she fantasized, to see her own belly swell,
her own big boobs grow larger still as she made a
baby.  She found herself staring at pregnant women and
young couples with children and thought how wonderful
it must be to be a mother.  Was there a biological
clock even for Amazons, she wondered?

The fascination with pregnancy even invaded her dreams
in which she saw her cute silky-smooth tummy expending
and growing larger.  She awoke from these dreams about
pregnancy hornier than ever, but she tried to dismiss
them.  She could never allow herself to become
pregnant.  She was a modern girl, holding down two
very important jobs.  If she became pregnant, how she
could possibly continue in her crime fighting efforts.
 In her case pregnancy was even more impossible since
if she ever willingly gave herself to a man, her super
powers would fade.  With growing efforts, she tried to
keep these fantasies in the background.

Disturbing as these fantasies were, Wonder Woman did
not became concerned until she discovered that they
seemed to be having a psychosomatic effect.  Was it
just her imagination, or were her breasts actually
larger and fuller, making her lycra top cling to her
Amazonian tits like Seran wrap.  No, it wasn't her
imagination.  Diana measured and found her bra size
had gone from a size 36D to 39E.  Moreover, having her
now swollen breasts cramped into that tight lycra top
with her nipples being as sensitive as they were, made
her extremely horny.  Her pants became wet within
minutes whenever she was in her Wonder Woman costume,
which she found herself avoiding.

At her apartment one day as she walked past a shiny
metal cabinet, she noticed her reflection.  She
marveled at how large her breasts had grown and how
they looked as if at any moment they would rip through
the lycra top.  Her nipples were standing straight out
and she could see clearly the definition of where her
breast ended and her nipples began.  Although her
nipples had stood out before there seemed to be
something different about the way they protruded now,
as if they were preparing themselves to be suckled.

Moreover, she noticed that her whole body seemed to be
growing rounder and softer.  She took a closer look at
her reflection and felt a little shock.  Did she see a
small definable bulge where a few days before had been
only the hard flat stomach of a superheroine?  Now
that she thought of it, her already tight fighting
shorts had been getting more difficult to wiggle into
with each passing week since she had visited the
village.

Her shorts now came up just past her belly button
leaving half of her tummy exposed, and she could see
that her belly button was being forced slowly but
surely outward.  Her blue shorts seemed to cup and
cradle that little bulge like a mother cradling an
infant in her arms.  She placed her hands on her
stomach and marveled at how sexy that little curve
seemed to make her look. Especially since the tight
fitting blue shorts seemed only to accentuate that
curvature of her rounded tummy.  It made her hot!

She hurried to her bedroom to change out of her outfit
and to get herself off.  She put on a sheer white
satin nightgown, which only accentuated the changes in
her body.  The gown made her jetting breast look like
two missiles that were getting ready to blast off into
the stars.  It clung to her little stomach showing a
clearly definable round little sphere.  She walked to
her bed and climbed in covering up with the soft silk
sheets.  The combination of the sheets clinging to her
body and the shadows of the room only made that cute
little bulge of her stomach seem larger.  She was
rubbing herself vigorously, near dozing off after a
third orgasm when she became fully aware of what the
changes that were occurring in her body could mean.

Could she actually be...?  Of course not!  She had
never slept with a man.  She just hadn't been getting
enough exercise and she had been eating like a pig
recently -- ice cream, pickles, the weirdest things. 
"Get a grip, girl," she told herself.  "Tomorrow you
start back exercising," as another orgasm put her to
sleep for the night.

Wonder Woman might not have liked her new look, but
Steve sure did and pestered her for dates more than
ever.  Horny as she was, it was getting harder to turn
him down.  At last one night she let the delighted
officer come in for a nightcap, as Diana was "out." 
Just one glass of wine seemed to hit her like a
bombshell.  Steve saw what was happening and before
she knew it, he had his hands in her pants.  Only by
the most extreme force of willpower did she force
herself to push him away and send him off confused and
seething.  As soon as the door closed her own hand
flew to the site Steve's had just vacated and she
brought herself to a screaming crashing orgasm.  That
was too close!  It was time for her to go on the pill.

A few days later she showed up for the appointment
with the OB-GYN Batgirl recommended.  She hated the
sly look of triumph on her younger rival's slutty
lips.  The self-righteous Amazon certainly had no
intention of sleeping around like the promiscuous
Bat-slut who seldom spent a night with her pussy
unfilled, but precautions were precautions.

The doctor asked Diana to undress.  With some
embarrassment she did so, never having let a man see
her naked before.  Why was he just smiling at her? 
"You can get dressed and come into my office Miss
Prince"

"What's wrong?" she asked a few minutes later as she
sat across from the smiling doctor.  "I thought you
needed to examine me completely before giving me a
prescription for contraceptives."

"You should have thought about contraceptives a long
time ago, young lady." he lectured.  "You're three and
a half months pregnant!"

Back home, once the initial shock of being pregnant
wore off, Wonder Woman tried to understand how this
could have happened.  Then she recalled the tremendous
orgasm that she had as she rode that strange stone in
the village.  She also realized that the dreams and
fantasies about pregnancy had started as soon as she
returned from there  So the beliefs of the village
women were true!  In some mysterious way that
phallic-shaped pillar did have the power to impregnate
a woman, even a Wonder Woman!

Strangely, she was not really upset because of the joy
that she now felt over having a baby.  In fact she
started growing horny with the anticipation of what it
would feel like as her belly grew with each passing
day.  Her hormones were raging so strongly at the
thought of being pregnant that she could no longer
control herself.  She lay in bed and began to
masturbate over and over letting the vibrator bring
her to one orgasm after the other until she was struck
by a wonderful thought.  She was already pregnant; she
didn't have to masturbate at all!

Steve was surprised when a leering Wonder Woman showed
up unannounced at his apartment.  He was shocked and
delighted when he heard why she had come.  As Wonder
Woman tried to fuck him for the fifth time that night,
however, he was no longer so delighted.  The still
horny Wonder Woman, too, was disappointed to find out
that men had so little stamina.  How did mortal women
make do with only one of them?  Nor did the size and
hardness of Steve's cock compare to the phallus in the
village, she thought.

*****

At first Wonder Woman tried to continue her career,
but pregnancy made it increasingly difficult.  For
example, one morning her crime alert went off sending
her whisking off in her jet to stop a bank robbery. 
On the way, however, she found herself suddenly
feeling ill.  She felt so sick that she had to land
the plane so that she could get out and vomit.  This
was strange she thought because she had never been
sick before.  Still, she felt so bad, she decided the
only thing to do was to return home.  It was only a
bank robbery, she thought; the police could handle
that themselves.

Shortly afterwards, Wonder Woman had a terrible row
with Steve.  His pride at having knocked up Wonder
woman turned to fury when he figured out she had been
well pregnant before they started sleeping together. 
He assumed she was going to name him as the father and
ask for child support.  That made Wonder woman livid. 
Steve said some terrible things about her and demanded
to know who she had been sleeping around with,
insinuating that the little bastard that was on its
way might have little pointy bat ears.  That made
Wonder Woman so mad she refused to fuck him for almost
a whole day.

The police soon stopped calling as Wonder Woman became
more and more unreliable, between morning sickness and
just feeling sleepy all the time.  Diana Prince was
fired from her job at the law firm because as her
belly expanded, her IQ seemed to shrink.  She was just
too horny all the time to think logically anymore. 
All she wanted to do was masturbate and when she came
loudly in court one day ...

The last straw was when the media got wind or her
condition.  Photos in the tabloid Gotham Gazette of an
obviously pregnant Wonder Woman waddling ineffectually
after a bank robber held her up to ridicule.  Rush
Limbaugh pontificated that "Little girls who want to
play superheroine should learn to keep their knees
together."

Wonder Woman knew she had to escape the humiliation,
but the though of going home to Paradise Isle was
worse that staying in the Gotham.  Her mother and the
other Amazons would never believe her story, thinking
she was just another oversexed Amazon who had been
corrupted by the world of men.  No there was only one
place to go ...

*****

A throng of cheering women greeted Wonder Woman as she
set her plane down by the little native village.  She
maneuvered her now swollen belly out of the cockpit
and sent the invisible aircraft away, back to Paradise
Isle never to return.  No one could possible find her
now.  Here there would be no shame, no regrets, only
love and acceptance.

Queen Althea was there to greet her.  "Welcome back,
Beautiful One.  I knew you would return."

"You did, but how?"

"This," she smiled and patted Wonder Woman's tight
belly.  "Of all women at the Presentation, how could
the God `not' have found you worthy?  Let's get you
set up in the maternity house."  The women escorted
her to a large, airy lodge on the outskirts of the
village.  Wonder Woman looked around and noticed that
all the other girls that had been Presented that
moonlit nights months ago were there and all were in
the same marvelous condition as she.  They pointed
their fingers at her big tummy and giggled.  She
wanted to giggle back.  They welcomed her like one of
their own, as she was, just another horny, knocked-up
young woman.  Wonder Woman found that the maternity
house was a big playground where the little
mommies-to-be were just as horny as she was.  They
could eat and make love to their heart's content.  She
immediately became like an older sister to all of them
and they *loved* her for it.  Nights and siestas
Wonder Woman usually found a girl sucking her
milk-bloated tits while another snuggled between her
now quite plump legs, lapping her to a relaxing,
sleepy orgasm.

Wonder Woman was neither the first nor the last whose
time came.  When her contractions set in, the older
women gently led her to the birthing lodge where they
examined her.  On determining that she was indeed in
labor, the beautiful attendant gave her a soothing tea
that made her very drowsy and put her in bed. 
Speaking in a sing-song voice and putting her fingers
in Wonder woman's already dripping vagina, the midwife
brought her to a series of powerful orgasms that put
her into a deep sleep.

When Wonder Woman woke up she was horny again and she
knew why.  She smiled through closed eyes as she felt
one of her little adopted sisters sucking her tit. 
But, the sucking didn't feel quite like what she was
used to.  It seemed both more delicate and more
persistent.  As she finally opened her eyes, she let
out a squeak of joy to see a beautiful little girl
nursing vigorously at her large exposed breast.

*****

Two weeks later Wonder Woman was back at the maternity
lodge, again happily nursing her rapidly growing
daughter.  The plump little angel had suckled almost
thirty minutes at both  breasts before falling back to
sleep, drugged by her mother's rich milk.  As always,
the experience left Wonder Woman very much aroused.  A
nurse had taken the infant away and she was about to
look for one of the other new mothers when Queen
Althea arrived.

"I came to see how you're feeling.  Are you all
recovered?" the queen asked.

"Oh yes, Althea.  The herb baths have me fully healed
and feeling wonderful.  Thank you for coming  You have
been so good to me, Althea," Wonder Woman overflowed. 
"Being here is wonderful and I love my new daughter so
much.  I owe everything to you!"

Queen Althea smiled back knowingly.  With a hint of
hardness in her voice she said, "Well, not
`everything,' sweetie.  There is someone else who had
just a little bit to do with it."  She gestured and in
stepped a powerfully handsome horned figure.  "Perhaps
you should get to know your little girl's father."

Wonder Woman looked and her happiness instantly turned
to horror at the sight of the satyr-god, Pan, the
Amazons' ancient enemy.  A thousand thoughts tumbled
through her brain at the same time.  Despair! 
Treachery!  Shame!, but also, to her chagrin, a
powerful physical attraction to the undeniably
masculine form before her.  The Queen saw her reaction
and waved her hand.  Everything but the attraction
disappeared.

"But how....?  I thought ... that night ...  the
pillar ...?"

"Didn't you learn anything about the birds and the
bees out there in the World of Men?"  Althea asked
sarcastically.  "Babies don't come from Paris in a box
and they sure don't come from humping yourself to
silly on a granite dildo, my dear.  You got knocked up
the same way as every other woman in the world ever
has.  My virile husband put his big marvelous prick
between those pretty legs of yours and filled your
fertile cunt full of his semen.  You were impregnated
by a master cocksman, darling," she smiled and looked
with pride at the beaming Pan.

Wonder Woman could only gape.

"You were dazed but still in a delightful rut when we
pulled you off of the phallus," Pan continued.  "I had
inseminated my other daughters quickly so I could
spend the rest of the night with you.  I wanted to
make sure you were well serviced," he grinned.  "I
climaxed you several times to ready the body for
conception, especially after the `preparations.'"

"Yes, you see I did more than just hypnotize you that
night to make you horny and submissive," explained
Althea.  "The herbs in the massage oil my servants
used contained large amounts of a substance very much
like female sex hormones.  Breathing those fumes
re-arranged your monthly cycle and made you extremely
fertile that night."

Wonder Woman choked back a little sob.

"All you needed was my sperm," continued Pan.  "Your
conscious mind didn't even know when I laid you back
and put my penis in you, but your reptile brain knew. 
I hardly needed to get you into the best position. 
You yourself lifted your legs to my shoulders so that
every stroke would slam my cock deep into your hot
cunt.  Your hips bucked and thrust in perfect time
with me.  Every entry was deeper than the one before. 
You began to orgasm almost as soon as I penetrated you
and you didn't stop until I unloaded a bucket of come
in you."

"But we made sure, Wonder Woman." Althea was taunting
her now.  "We kept you on your back with your legs up
on pillows so none of the semen would run out until my
sexy mate could get it up to do you again.  Then he
fucked you a second time.  We kept your ass raised and
plugged your vagina with a dildo to keep you full of
my husband's potent cum come all night.  I put you
back into a trance so you would sleep.  My serving
girls kept working the dildo bringing you to one soft
rolling orgasm after another to promote conception. 
There was no way you could have left the valley
without being knocked up."

"You'll pay for this, Pan!  I'll..."  Wonder Woman
snarled.

"Do nothing.  You can do nothing," smirked Althea. 
"Your powers are already fading.  Soon you will no
longer BE Wonder Woman."

"You're Wrong, Althea.  I lose my powers only if I
*willingly* give myself to a man.  The night of the
Presentation doesn't count.  You yourself just said, I
was drugged and hypnotized."

"Yes, of course you were.  That's why it was important
to send you back to Gotham horny as a skunk, to learn
there that you were pregnant, and in your despair..." 
Althea's voice trailed off.

"Oh, no!..." Wonder Woman gasped.  "Steve!"

"Yes, Wonder Woman," Althea hissed triumphantly.  "You
 gave yourself *willingly* to Steve.  Then, when he
and everyone rejected you, you came running here into
our trap, as we knew you would!" Althea beamed.

"With you out of the way, Wonder Woman, resistance to
my plans for the World of Men is crumbling.  Your
sexless strength was a perverse example to millions of
women.  Now things are returning to `normal,'" Pan
sneered.  "Althea and I have been traveling around
influencing events and attitudes quite successfully."

"While you were fucking yourself sill with the girls
in the birthing lodge, Althea started a popular new
talk show on public TV," Pan continued with a
self-satisfied smile.  "You would be amazed how many
top women executives, professionals, and scientists,
who watch Althea, have given up the struggle and let
their husbands and boyfriends make them pregnant. 
Young women are dropping out of law schools and
medical schools in droves to take care of unexpected
babies.  Mid-career men are finding new opportunities
opening up as their smarter women rivals find they
have to stay home to nurse "surprise" additions to
their families.  You might be interested to hear that
even Batgirl hung up her ears when she found she was
going to be the mother of twins," Pan beamed.

A crushed Wonder Woman began to sob inconsolably. 
"What.... what happens to me now?" whimpered the
humiliated and defeated ex-superheroine.

"That's the best part, my dear!" Pam boomed.  "You and
your new daughter will make you home with us at the
Palace.  I am going to make you my Junior Queen. 
Althea has spent eons practicing how to please a man
and she is one hell of a fuck," Pan smiled
affectionately at his elegant mate.  "But she has so
many things to do -- traveling with me , casting
spells, and all.  More pregnancies would interfere
with that .  We decided I needed a younger, stronger
mate to do the most of the child bearing from now on."

"Oh, no!  No,  No!" cried Wonder Woman, but her body
betrayed her words.  She burned with shame to realize
she was terribly aroused at the thought that this
virile creature was going to breed her ... again and
again.

"Oh yes!" Pan gloated.  "Although you are no longer
Wonder Woman, you still have a marvelously strong and
healthy body.  I'm going see that you stay pregnant
from now on.  You will be a wonderful baby maker for
me.  I'm sorry we will have to take your daughter away
from you for a while, but as you know, nursing delays
the re-establishment of your fertility; we couldn't
allow that.  Now, would you like me to start breeding
you again right now or later this afternoon when we
take you to your new home?" Pan asked.

Wonder Woman continued to sob softly, but a very
visible wet spot was growing on the front of her gown.

"Well, I guess you have the Wonder Slut's answer,"
sniffed Althea.

Pan stepped forward and pushed aside his tunic.  He
fondled Wonder Woman's breasts for a few seconds until
she was moaning in hot despair and arousal, then he
pushed her down over a chair, pulled down her panties,
and rucked up her gown.  Positioning his cock at the
opening of the weeping cunt of the ex-superheroine,
the smirking god turned to Althea.  "Do you want to
wait outside darling while I impregnate Wonder Mommy?"

"Oh no, my Lord.  She's almost as much my project as
yours.  I want to WATCH!"

The End
Comments welcomed at vargas111@Yahoo.com



=====
My stories are now found on
http://www.storiesonline.net (Thanks Lazeez) 
http://www.eroticstories.com (Thanks, Art)
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Vargas/www/stories.html (Thanks Kristen)

__________________________________________________
Do you Yahoo!?
Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now.
http://mailplus.yahoo.com

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}|
|Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org>      |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+