Z Is For Zhang-Oh Part 2

More kung fu western action continued from http://luffy316.blogspot.com/2017/12/z-is-for-zhang-oh-part-1.html . Zhang hunts down Zorra herself to find that things go even deeper than she expected.

 

There was a small town farther south - Agua Caliente - just as Maria had told her. It was a fairly festive place, far larger and more populated than her last stop. Zhang saw all sorts of women around, but none that wore much black like the bandit woman she had about. Many of the Mexican women wore colorful dresses or blouses instead, but nothing she'd consider especially black. The closest she saw were a group of Catholic nuns that were walking through town, talking amongst themselves or with passerby. Zhang scrutinized them briefly, but decided that none of them could be the bandit. They were all visibly elderly or tiny to be a threat to anyone.

The Chinese bounty huntress stopped by the cantina for information (and a drink), but none of the regulars knew anything particular. She wasn't put off by the fact, since the front of the saloon was sign enough for her. Outside, there was a half dozen bounty hunters tied up together (she recognized them by the Olson Brothers who kept trying to hit on her at the bounty office), all stripped nude and left with black lipstick marks and shallow Z's scratched into their skin.

"Looks like it's a job for a woman," Zhang smugly noted. If the bounty hunters were here, that meant that Zorra must’ve been nearby. That also meant the vile bandit knew she was being chased.  If she was being chased, the quickest way of escape would be by train.

Stopping by train station to see if her bounty was indeed trying to flee town, Zhang tied her donkey by the trainyard and took her sword, heading off to the train platform as the church bells rang overhead. The same batch of nuns went shuffling past her, one of the little old ladies smiling at her. Zhang just nodded back with her businesslike demeanor, pulling her straw hat over her eyes as she leaned against a post.

The station seemed mostly empty. It was possible that the bandit was keeping folks from traveling beyond some basic shipments of goods back and forth.  Still, Zhang waited. Across the platform, the Chinese woman watched closely until she spotted something. Despite the bell calling the sisters to their mass, there was a single nun walking towards the train. This was one definitely different. Not only was she by herself, but she was quite tall, wearing heavy heels and some makeup that specifically flattered some strong cheekbones.

A Mexican mother was already onboard, holding her sleeping infant when the tall nun walked by. She stopped with her hands folded, sleeves slipping over her fingers. "Shouldn't you be at the church, young lady?" the nun inquired.

"I am sorry, sister," the mother said with a sheepish smile. "We have business out of town. I shall be late, I'm afraid."

"Oh, don't be." The Nun folded back her sleeve to reveal a revolver in her hand, grinning wickedly at the startled woman. "You only need to give me your money and I shall forgive your sins."

The woman looked from the weapon to the disguised bandit looming over her. "Please! I have no money left to give you!"

The Nun readied the hammer on her gun. "In that case, I hope you've said your prayers." There was a sharp bang and the mother cringed as she curled up in her seat, trying to protect her baby with her body. When no pain came, she looked up just in time to see Zhang cutting in from the aisle, kicking the bandit's arm upward. The handgun clattered to the ground, lost somewhere beneath the seats behind them.

"Perhaps you ought to say yours, sister," Zhang calmly quipped. She grabbed the woman's habit and pulled it off, revealing the dark bob hair style. "Or should I say, Zorra?"

"Well, well. I thought I dealt with all of you pesky bounty hunters already."

"Clearly not all of them, for you have not met the one who will bring you down.  You have not felt the wrath of Zhang-Oh yet," she explained to her, taking up a fighting stance. It was a quick and tight form, one that would be able to function well in the compact space of the train. “Otherwise you would not be standing right now.”

"Oh? Am I supposed to be impressed? Perhaps I ought to show you the judgment of Zorra!" With that, Zorra reached into her robe and drew a dueling sabre. Zhang drew her own, staring down Zorra before briefly raising her traditional blade. The woman and her child ran under it and back out of the train car as quickly as she could.

With the sound of the mother shutting the door behind her, the women instantly snapped into a clashing duel. Their blades clanged swiftly off of each other, each of them moving in quick yet firm strokes and jabs. Zorra made a thrust towards Zhang's wobbling chest, but a skilled parry sent the tip of the criminal's sword flying into one of the windows instead. Seeing this, Zhang made a lunge of her own, with Zorra barely dodging back down the narrow aisle.

Still, a long slash ran along the front of Zorra’s disguise. The black of her nun's robes were partly peeled away, showing some dark stockings and a black corset beneath it as her standard clothes.

"A twisted deviant, even in your taste of clothing," Zhang taunted as she steadied her blade, extending its tip towards Zorra. The Spanish swordswoman bared her teeth as she blushed with both anguish and embarrassment. She wasn't used to opponents who could fight back, or at least not so skillfully.  

The black clad bandit woman tossed her nun’s headdress to the floor to reveal a cold and pale face with a dominatrix style hairbob.  Then, she launched her attack once again, this time taking aggressive, heavy swings at the bounty hunter. Zhang was forced to step back to keep her footing, carefully pacing backward until the Chinese woman lunge forward and shot a stiff straight kick into Zorra's breast. The bandit grunted as she fell to the floor of the train car.  At the same time, she twisted in midair to give a wide, arcing slash of her saber.

SLASH!  Zhang had to lean sharply back, narrowly avoiding the blow that instead sliced off an inch of her flowing hair and a thin line along the shoulder off her dress. The cut was enough to slice through the edge of her poncho, sending it tumbling off behind her.

This brief pause gave Zhang-Oh enough time for Zorra to run in the opposite direction. The Spaniard rammed open the door to the next car, bolting past a pair of passengers who jolted in surprise. Zorra moved to shut the door, hoping to lock it behind and lose her pursuer. She recoiled in surprise when Zhang thrust her sword through the last inch of open door, wedging it open as Zorra dashed into the next car.

This time, Zhang-Oh was able to sprint down the aisle and catch up to Zorra while she still had her hand on the door. Another two swipes of her sword slashed an X shape into the nun outfit, leaving it to collapsed to the floor.

"Those are hard to come by, damn you!" Zorra angrily objected, raising and swinging a heavy blow of her sword at Zhang's neck. The Chinese bounty huntress parried it with her own blade, but was caught off guard by the power behind the outlaw's swing. It shook her footing enough that she couldn't react to Zorra's foot as it bashed right into her crotch. Zhang let out a short cry of pain as she fell to her knees.

Zorra raised her blade for a finishing thrust, but Zhang instinctively sent out a palm strike into her knee that made her fall to the train's floor.

CHUUM!  Both fighters heard the steam engine blow and consequently, the train started to move.

"Nowhere to run now, you cowardly fox," Zhang growled, her pussy throbbing as she swung the butt of her sword for a close-range bash across Zorra's face.

Zorra bent her arm to awkwardly block the pommel strike, her face with red embarrassment and effort. She wasn't used to having her clothes slashed off; only the other way around. She jabbed her blade forward, trying to connect with Zhang-Oh's chest like a bow across the violin of the Asian's blade. Zhang shifted aside, but the edge still sliced the dress right beside her breast and exposed that it had cut through a part of her bra as well.

Zorra smirked at the still degrading cut, while Zhang quickly shut it out of her mind. "Tiger!" she shouted, bracing her fingers into a claw shape. Zorra, however, gave a firm swing of her sword and drove Zhang back as she blocked it. The woman was much stronger than she looked, and while Zhang was faster and more skilled, it was difficult to get close to her and still maintain her offensive. Her special techniques would be a challenge too apply here.

In the moment of hesitation, Zorra used the distance to run into the next car.  Zhang gave an annoyed frown and rushed after her.

The Chinese woman paid no mind to the various chests and boxes of gold and valuables in this car, but she imagined they had been Zorra's initial target in robbing the train. Zorra kept up her lead as she burst into the next car, where a handful more passengers recoiled from the beautiful bandit and her sword. "Out of my way!" she barked all the same. The door slid open behind her and she readily slashed at it.

The wood flew off of the door in chunks from the heavy swing, but Zhang was nowhere to be seen. Zorra looked at it in confusion, even peering in to find that the bounty hunter was missing from the previous car. She didn't notice the open skylight window in the car right away, so she also didn't think to look as Zhang swung herself in from outside the window. She used the swift momentum to kick Zorra in both of her breasts and let her bounce off of the empty seat behind her. Zorra was rattled by the blow as Zhang landed in a crouch and then mounted her prey.

Zhang smiled grimly just before she slammed her knee into Zorra's groin.

"I always pay back my debts," wryly stated the bounty huntress to her opponent.  The bandit swordswoman's face warped in agony as she clutched at her crotch. She went reaching with both hands, but Zhang firmly pressed her own sword into Zorra's and pinned it to the wall. "It's over now, you little weasel of a fox."

"To Hell with you, heathen!" Zorra growled. Releasing her sword, she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a throwing knife - whipping it at Zhang's face.

The Chinese woman dodged the knife in time and also miraculously raised a hand to catch the flat of the blade before it flew at the old man behind her.  Unfortunately, this left Zorra the opening to punch her opponent in the nose, dazing the Chinese warrior and sending her staggering backwards.

Zorra caught her own sword as it fell into her hand, sending another slash at Zhang while she kept moving ahead. This time the slice went up her hip, only drawing a shallow trickle of blood from her thigh while cutting the dress even higher.

"As much as I'd like to keep helping you with your trashy wardrobe," Zorra taunted. "I've a train to catch!"

The outlaw dashed ahead just as Zhang was getting her bearings back. She cut in between the next two train cars, but instead ducking right inside, Zorra grabbed the coupling that locked them together and pulled the pin out.

There was a loud shake and a brief grinding sound as the train cars began to pull apart, leaving Zhang-Oh and the rest of the passengers behind while Zorra rode with the last couple of cars and the locomotive.

"Good riddance," Zorra laughed as the trains had a few feet between them. She threw the pin away, dusted her hands off, and started to march more casually towards the front of the train. She didn't notice Zhang reaching the end of her half of the train. She gauged a few things briefly before she took a running start and leapt the dozen feet or so between them, landing nimbly on the leading boxcar. She scowled down the doorway at the strutting Zorra who still hadn't noticed her, but rather than giving chase directly, she grabbed the ladder on the side of the train and scaled upward.

The conductor was looking up from his various levers and gauges before noticing a blade at this throat, turning around just as Zorra grabbed him by the collar.

"You won't be needed anymore," the outlaw stated said as she yanked the brake lever with her heeled foot.

SCREECH!  The train hissed as it slowed down.  Zorra shoved the conductor off the car, sending him tumbling through the sand beside the tracks.  Then, she went to work adjusting the controls when she suddenly felt a sudden vice grip around her neck.

Zhang hung off the roof of the train car, catching Zorra in an upside down chokehold. Her strong legs were latched to the edge of the train's top, hanging like a bat while her hair and dress dangled down towards the ground.

The Spanish woman gagged and struggled for a few moments before she could realize what was going on. She drew her saber to thrust it into Zhang's belly, but the Chinese fighter flexed her legs and rose back up. In an impressive display of strength and mastery of leverage, she hefted Zorra off her feet and flung her onto the top of the train car. Zhang flipped back up herself and sprang to her feet, drawing her blade to match Zorra's weapon.

Zorra rubbed her neck as she stood back up, staring down her pursuer, "I don't know how you caught up to me, whore, but know that you’ll instantly regret it."

“The only way you’ll make me regret this is if the bounty office doesn’t pay up for your pathetic hide,” Zhang retorted as she came in with a swift swipe of her sword.

Zorra parried the strike aside with her own blade, the two women moving about the roof of the train as they struck and blocked with their weapon of choice. Zorra broke through her opponent's defenses first, kicking Zhang in the stomach and knocking her onto her back. Zorra raised her sword for a finishing blow - but Zhang spun and pushed herself farther away. The sword tip meant for her belly instead buried itself harmlessly into the roof between Zhang's legs.

From the ground, Zhang-Oh kicked Zorra in the side of her leg, dropping her to one knee before the Chinese fighter sprang back up herself. She threw a palm strike at Zorra's chest, but the Spanish woman caught her wrist and stopped her short. She shoved Zhang back and gave a slash of her saber, of which was easily avoided as Zhang continued moving sideways with her momentum in full swing. She spun around Zorra’s side, whipping her sword so that the flat side slapped loudly against the bandita's ass.

—WHACK!  

Zhang grinned when Zorra gasped sharply, but she again spun around and swung her sword down at her again —

SLASH!  

This time, Zorra’s corset popped open and her large breasts popped out and bounced about in the open for several seconds.

“Well, well.  Looks like I’m exposing you for the common whore that you are,” smirked Zhang, hands on her hip as she relaxed her sword.

An embarrassed and red faced Zorra wildly swung her sword forward.

CLANG! Zhang held up her sword with both hands to block the incoming strike.  

Both fighters were deadlocked.  But it became clear who was the physically stronger of the two, as Zhang felt her feet sliding back while Zorra kept pushing - a wild fury in her eyes.  The Chinese woman knew she couldn't win in this direct a contest but the pressure of Zorra's persistent attack wouldn't give her much space to move. And so, she didn't move.  

Instead, Zhang shoved her weapon sharply to one side - dragging Zorra's imposing blade along with hers.  It didn't break their lockup but rather, it lead both of their weapons right into the path of an incoming railroad post, which even at their slowed speed smacked their weapons from their hands and left them falling into the desert sky.

"You little sneak!" Zorra snarled as she realized what she had done. She hated going into a fair fight.

"Would you have rather me threaten mothers and run away from my duels?" Zhang jabbed back as she took up a fighting stance.  The little trick of hers had the effect of slashing her chest portion open so that part of her left breast and nipple popped out of her bra.

"I would rather you just die, whore!" Zorra took a swift swing at Zhang-Oh, but while she was stronger than and almost as fast as the Chinese bounty huntress, she clearly had less skill with her fists than she did with her sword.

Zhang was able to briskly block and counter the attack, throwing a fist into Zorra's stomach like a speeding arrow. It stunned Zorra long enough for Zhang to whirl around and prepare a double palm strike to her opponent’s tits, but she had to stop short and whip away to one side when the Spanish thief took another swing at her.

Zhang darted around, landing a few more swift kicks and punches to Zorra's body when the outlaw lashed out once again - this time for her long, raven mane. Zhang dodged to keep her from grabbing her hair, but the other hand surprised her and caught her by the throat. Zhang grunted and pulled at Zorra's wrist while she was lifted into the air.

"Got you now, you dancing little China doll. I'm gonna enjoy breaking you." The Spaniard suddenly slammed a fist into Zhang's pantied crotch, making the bounty huntress cross her legs and emit a high-pitched cry.

“You look awfully cute like that,” Zorra gloated. “I’m sure I’ll find all sorts of uses for that pretty mouth of yours before long.” Repeating herself, the bandit lifted Zhang up higher into the air and slammed her into the top of the train, landing hard enough that her body dented the thin metals of the roof. With the slimmer Asian down beneath her, should couldn’t help but stomp her heeled boot onto her stomach. Zhang grunted and hugged herself around the middle, trying to stop the stomps and kicks that the stronger woman laid into her.

Zorra only stopped when she drove her boot heel down onto Zhang-Oh’s pussy, grinding her panties deeper into her vagina. “So much for the Dragon’s fire,” she smirked down at her. “I wonder what size of a ball gag you’d need for a bigmouth like you.  Or maybe after I take you home, I’ll have you suck on a long and hard — Ack!”

Zhang caught the front and sole of Zorra’s heeled boot, giving a fluid gesture as she shoved the leg higher into the air. The outlaw gasped as she started to tumble forward while Zhang-Oh rose at the same time — allowing it so that, as one fighter rose and another fighter fell, Zhang’s raging fist collided with Zorra’s falling womanhood halfway through.

“Oompf!”  Zorra’s eyes went wide as she let out a loud howl, tumbling off of her opponent and clutching her throbbing pussy. She grit her teeth and held onto the train’s roof with one hand, her aching twat in the other. By the time she’d dragged herself up again, Zhang was standing there glaring as her cut up dress flapped in the wind.

“You mujerzuela!  You’ll pay for that,” Zorra growled as she rubbed her groin one last time.

“Don’t make this hard on yourself.  Maybe I’d play nice with you if you submitted,” Zhang replied dryly, her stare fixated on Zorra.

“Never!” hissed Zorra in response.

As she fought to get off the ground, the outlaw spotted a sign roll past the train, quickly recognizing it as she looked behind her. The train was going through a small canyon, passing right under a low bridge. She started to gather a plan, but Zhang was clearly thinking the same sort of strategy.

The Chinese beauty started charging as soon as Zorra turned back around, forcing her to bring up her hands to block the speedy blows. A karate chop still caught Zorra in the neck, making her jolt and fail to stop the incoming punch to her face. The thief stumbled backward, clutching her face and looking wide open as Zhang charged in for another finisher.   

“Wolf!” shouted the Chinese huntress, spreading her fingers for a raking strike just as Zorra put her plan into action.

The bandit flung herself backward, arching her back so that her breasts bounced to a stop just above her chin. In one smooth motion, the bandit swung one leg up, kicking the incoming Zhang-Oh in the chin and sending her staggering back. The Chinese woman rubbed her face and opened her eyes just in time to see Zorra lying backward on her elbows.  At the last moment, she turned her head and spotted the incoming bridge - left with no time to duck under or leap over.

Using the momentum of the car, Zhang staggered backward as quickly as she could.

By the time Zorra stood upright again, Zhang was nowhere to be seen. She laughed and rested a hand on her hip, waving a finger like a scolding mother. “Little girls shouldn’t play such dangerous games.  But I must admit, I do love how into this chase these bounty hunters get. It makes them so easy to fool.”

The wanted bandit walked towards the gap to make her way back to the front of the train.

Unbeknownst to her, Zorra’s heavy-heeled steps giving her position away to Zhang, who had simply fallen through the space between the two train cars. She had thrust her strong legs out, suspending herself in a splitting position in between the cars and above the tracks. When she saw Zorra’s shadow over her, she shifted her legs to both brace on one wall and flipped back up. In an instant, she snapped a swift kick into Zorra’s exposed crotch, sending the bandit woman stumbling backward.

From here, Zhang launched her palms at Zorra’s breasts, shoving the unbalanced Spanish outlaw onto the floor, flat on her ass with her legs spread out clumsily.  In shock and awe, Zorra stared up at Zhang, who simply smirked and mirrored her finger-waving gesture from earlier.

“Little girls shouldn’t play such dangerous games,” mocked Zhang.

Zorra sneered back furiously as she rose and sent several heavy punches for the Chinese bounty huntress’s head. Zhang darted around them quickly, only having to stop a handful of them short as they rattled her arms.  It quickly became apparent that while Zorra had room to outmaneuver and overpower her opponent, she was too inflexible to stay invulnerable.

Zorra attempted to box around her ears, but Zhang-Oh threw up her arms to stop them both before retaliating with a kick to her opponent in the stomach. The partially stripped outlaw staggered back as Zhang leapt after her, whirling and hitting her square in the tits with not one - but two flying kicks.

Zorra tripped and fell onto her ass again but in an act of defiance, she sent a kick up at Zhang-Oh's crotch. This time the Chinese warrior expected it, catching the boot heel and flipping over Zorra's head.

The Spanish thief gave a quick shriek as she was forced to balance on her shoulders in a sudden and painful split. She rolled around, clutching her pussy, before she stumbled up onto her knees.  Zorra was already turning as Zhang threw a reverse high kick into her chin, knocking Zorra back onto her feet. She had been knocked up and down so rapidly that Zhang finally had her dazed and open.

The Chinese fighter whipped her hands up high before swiping them down into a double chop on either side of Zorra's neck. Zorra gave a quick gasp that made her chest jiggle from the impact before she simply crumbled forward. With the shorter Zhang standing right in front of her, this planted her breasts right up against Zhang's. Even in her painful daze, her eyes opened wide as she felt the impact of Zhang's large chest.

"S-Santa Maria..." the outlaw mused in disbelief. While Zorra's were bigger, Zhang-Oh's breasts were much more buoyant, jiggling as they almost casually absorbed and shoved around Zorra's fuller-looking rack.  Soon, they completely devoured the dominatrix nun bandit bitch’s chest. Zhang saw the look of fear, denial, and shock in her opponent's eyes, sneaking in a cold little smirk before shaking her shoulders as her breasts alone knocked Zorra to the ground.

The bandida looked done for, but Zhang herself wasn't done yet. She spotted a gleam of fading sunlight, and sure enough, her family sword had become wedged between some of the handles on the train. She fetched it while Zorra was still groaning witlessly, unable to form any words or means of attacking until Zhang yanked her upwards and braced her across her knee.

"Wait... what are you do-? AHHHH!"

SWACK!  SMACK! SLAP!

The dominant woman had never been through such a severe beating, finding almost no equal in man or woman, Mexico or America. When Zhang took her on her knee like a child and spanked her ass cheeks with the flat of her sword, it was just too much. Zorra shrieked and cried her surrender, feet kicking comically behind her. "Stop! Stopppp! I give! I'll turn myself in! Just leave me beeee!!"

"Not a chance," Zhang told her. She finally shoved the outlaw off of her lap, leaving her to rub her reddened behind. The bandit looked up with a tearful pout, sniffling as she shed some more tears. The sun was going down, but Zorra quickly saw that glimmer of light eclipsed by Zhang-Oh's breasts as they absorbed her face. Zorra felt their soft texture once again, this time as they smothered the last of the fight out of her and left her out cold.

It didn't last for long, but Zhang-Oh worked quickly while she was out. She had tied Zorra onto the front of the train, stripped her naked, and left her clockwork nunchucks vibrating inside of her captive's pussy. The bandit had hardly woken up when she started to cry through her unwelcome arousal, still seeing flashes of Zhang's tits as they had swallowed up the light from earlier.

Zhang was feeling confident in herself and her work when the train started to slow down. She wasn't sure how to stop or start the train herself, but she knew that Zorra had arranged something with it before Zhang had caught up to her. She was suspicious as it started to hardly chug along when she saw a trio of women atop horses in the distance. They seemed to be running parallel to the train tracks, passing it as they entered a villa up ahead. The large and comfortable house seemed like some sort of extravagant vacation home, like a luxurious cabin deep in the nowhere of Mexico. The train finally puffed to a stop just a short walk away from the villa. Zhang frowned at the structure.

She had clearly just entered Zorra's lair.

The three riders circled around towards Zhang as she approached the structure. They each wore corsets and had differently colored hair (one brown, one red, and one blonde) and carried thin blades on their hips. One of them, the brunette Francisca, addressed her.

“Miss Zhang, the Madam has been expecting you. Please come this way.”

“And if I don’t?” Zhang responded cooly, bracing a hand on the hilt of her sword.

“There is no need for such a desperate action,"Francisca answered. "The Madam requests your presence, and upon hearing her words, we shall let you leave or stay. Your choice.”

“And why should I trust you?  Any of you?” the bounty huntress pressed.

“You can’t.  But what choice do you have in the matter?” answered Samanta, the brunette with the bright green eyes. “But we are all armed and could choose to slay you now. We have not, but we could change that if it would make you more comfortable."

"...fine." Zhang scoffed but eased her hand off of her weapon.

The last rider, their redhead Laetitia shook her head and laughed as she looked back at Zorra. She was still bound to the train, shaking and howling as the vibrating device only seemed to pick up the pace on its shaking.

“So Domina has failed!" Laetitia noted with amusement. "How pitiful for someone of her stature. I guess this means the position for second in command has opened up once again.”

“Domina always was a cheap imitation," Francisca stated dismissively. "She is not worthy of the title Zorra."

“Few are. Now, Miss Zhang, are you ready to meet the real Zorra?”

Zhang’s eyes widen as she is led into the villa. When she stepped in the front door, a familiar face was waiting.

“Countess Reynard,” Zhang greeted grimly.

“Zhang-Oh. So you did make it. Good.” Her recent employer walked briskly down the steps to the second floor. She looked the same as before, but her hair was now black instead of red. She had washed out the dye in between their meetings. “Are you surprised?”

“I had expected you to be a sly fox,” Zhang-Oh confirmed with a frown. “Not that you would literally be Zorra.”

“Oh, don’t look so angry.” Reynard (or technically, Zhang figured, the real Zorra) reached the ground floor and smiled jovially at her. “It was a test. Just another part of the job before you got to the real business at hand.”

“Which is...?” Zhang prompted.

“Well I had to see that you were worth my time. With your skills in manhunting AND combat, you proved much better than all the other applicants. I’m just looking for operatives. More than hired guns, I want agents who will take orders well and strike where I need them to.”

“For what cause?”

“Well you can see it, can’t you?” The countess gestured vaguely to the north. “The Americans are getting lazy and greedy. They even talk of extending their reach into Mexico. I have been gathering allies. Those who have been displaced, and who do not belong with them. We will create a revolution, Zhang-Oh. We will invade the United States and put them down once and for all.”

Zhang watched her with her cold and steady stare, but didn’t reply. “You must know what it is like. How hard you had to work for a fraction of a white man’s wages.

"I understand your interest in my skill," Zhang said levelly. She reached into a pouch at her hip, but she only pulled out and lit a cigar. After a smokey breath was let out through her nostrils, she shook her head. "But I bring enough trouble on my family as it is. I need no lawmen and armies coming after me."

"We are in the heart of Mexico," Reynard assured her, gesturing gracefully around her. "The Americans have no authority here. Or anywhere, once we are through with them. But the battle is coming, whether you join it or not. Why not be on right side? The winning side?"

Zhang gave a small huff to accompany her next puff of smoke. "I'll still have to decline. And regardless of your crime, I imagine the law will be feeling very generous when I bring them the leader of a would-be uprising." She started to stride forward, drawing her sword as the countess shrugged hopelessly.

"Well if you are a lost cause, then I've no use for you. Conquistadoras?" She hardly had to raise her voice for her bodyguards to spring into action. While she had her eyes on Reynard, Zhang threw her sword up to parry Samanta's sword away from her face. She whirled to face the blonde, just for her to have to jerk to one side to avoid a thrust of Laetitia's sabre. Zhang swept her sword to swat it back and leave her weapon off-balance, but Fancisca's sword came swinging down at her a split second after. They were clearly highly coordinated, and even more capable with their weapons than Domina. Zhang had to bend over backward to avoid the blade cutting into her breasts, but it was still close enough that it sliced off the front half of her cigar.

Reynard casually stepped away from her desk, busying herself with some of her work while Zhang fought for her life against her bodyguards. Zhang leaned further into her backward bend, her dress flipping with her in a reverse handspring to land on the desk. She quickly lunged with her blade, spotting the Conquistadoras from her higher ground and intercepting all three of their slashes at once.

"So all of you are too afraid to face me alone," Zhang noted with a scowl. Laetitia pulled her weapon away while the other two were locked up with the Chinese fighter's. She swung at Zhang's feet, but she quickly lifted her slippered foot and stomped down on the flat of the blade, pinning it to the desk. With a sharp twirl, Zhang threw a lowered roundhouse kick across all three of the women's heads. They each staggered back, allowing Zhang to slip her toe under Laetitia's weapon and flip it up into her hand.

The two armed Conquistadoras came at her again, but Zhang whirled and dodged as she clashed her swords with theirs. When they came thrusting at her from both directions, Zhang whipped up both of her swords and knocked Francisca and Samanta's weapons into each other. It left them wide open as Zhang-Oh tossed herself forward into a handstands and send a kick in either direction simultaneously. Both landed right into her opponent's chests, sending them tumbling back while their swords were sent flying to embed into some high furniture.

"Your first Zorra got lucky," Zhang commented dryly. "She had me in tight quarters with civilians around. You three aren't so fortunate."

The Conquistadoras saw their swords were lost, but Zhang recognized by their stance that they were still intending to fight her. They charged at her again, but this time Zhang sent a sharp punch into tall bookshelf nearby. Her fist shattered the wood and spilled all matter of books and shelving into their path. The Conquistadoras were sharp and quick enough to dodge out of the way, but it bought Zhang the time she needed to achieve her real goal. Zhang-Oh performed a quick flip away from them, landing by the true Zorra and dropping the cavalry's sword. She wrapped an arm around her chest, grabbing the mastermind and bringing her sword up near her chin. Although they maintained their professional expressions, the bodyguards didn't move any closer.

"I am glad we understand each other," Zhang said grimly. "You would not want anything to happen to your employer. I am not one for wasting life, so we can agree that going quietly and bringing her back alive is in all of our interests."

"Oh my!" the countess noted with a hint of amusement in her voice. "And here I thought you weren't interested in cooperating with criminals. Still..."

There was a quick series of movements as Reynard went into action. She elbowed Zhang in the stomach at the same time as her other hand palm struck her sword hand. The blade was shoved away while Reynard whirled around to face Zhang once again. The bounty huntress grunted from the belly blow, but she lashed out at her target to try to reclaim her grip. The true Zorra leaned far back to dodge her swing, just to shoot a kick into Zhang's pussy as quick as a whip. Zorra let out a clumsy "OOGH!" as she grabbed her groin, just for Zorra to deliver a double uppercut of the stunning Asian's breasts. Zhang's breasts went bouncing out of control as she fell to the floor, curled up in pain at the surprising power and skill behind the countess.

"I think you'll find that in all of my dealings, I prefer to the the one on top," Zorra finished, planting a high heel on one of Zhang's breasts and grinding it in place. Zhang could only find the strength to wail in pain as her bountiful orb was crushed, grabbing at her tormentor's ankle and weakly trying to push her off. She was weary from her fight with the imposter and bodyguards, but even at her best she'd have struggled to keep up with this woman's cruel and brutally efficient fighting style.

Zorra finally lifted hard enough to get the countess' foot off of her, but Reynard simply pulled it free of her grip and kicked Zhang harshly in the ribs with her other food. "Get her up," Zorra instructed her guards as she promptly went to her desk and lit a small lantern. "And prepare her to feel the mark of Zorra."

With Zhang winded from the shocking beating, the Conquistadoras had no trouble in gladly forcing the Chinese woman to her feet. When she naturally started to shove and struggle, they gladly softened her up some more with some punches to her toned body and lovely face. Once she was a weakened mess, they tore off her clothes to strip the antiheroine naked. Samantha pulled on her hair like a leash to hold her in place while Francisca and Laetitia pinned Zhang's arms against a wall when Zorra turned her attention back towards her.

Countess Reynard had left a bottle of ink over the lantern while she drew what had appeared to be a decorative sword that was mounted on the wall. The sharp rapier made Zhang freeze in her struggles, but Zorra only smiled. "Don't worry, little dragon. I too find that life is not to be wasted. I find that a properly treated live body sends a much better message." She dipped her sword into the bottle of heated ink, coating the tip and daintily tapping away any drips. She turned sharply and lashed her sword across Zhang's chest, enough to make the bounty huntress wince as she felt the hot sting of her blade over her breast.

While it stung, she opened her eyes in surprise to find that she hadn't been cut at all. Instead, Zorra had painted her mark of a large Z on her tits in hot ink. It stung and made her squirm as it cooled into a tidy seal like a brand, but she had masterfully avoiding piercing Zhang's skin.

"Ship her out like the rest," Zorra said dismissively, wiping off her blade. "If she won't cooperate, she's useless." She smirked cruelly at the stunned Zhang-Oh. "And she's clearly too powerless to become a threat to me."

The train rolled back into the station, carefully timed out by the countess and her guards to stop just inside of town. Zhang was left naked, bound and gagged on top of one of the flatbeds. It left her dirty with wind-swept sand with the marked Z left for all to see on her famously bouncy tits. There was some surprised muttering before Mei found her and quickly started to untie her before lending her a spare poncho.

"How could this happen?!" Mei asked her in shock as she led off the weary and beaten Zhang.

"More than I thought," Zhang muttered weakly. "Too strong."

Mei felt awful to see the woman who had bested her and treated her so kindly like this. She saw her back to her house, but the wounds were nothing that wouldn't heal over time. Mei made sure she was okay, but she couldn't stand to wait any longer. She stomped off to her room, pulling on her custom-made dress. Zhang would not have gone down so easily. There had to have been trickery and foul play involved. With her loved ones secure, she set out that very night to hunt down those who had done such an awful thing.

Wonder Woman vs Hippolyta: All or Nothing

Next big step in the commissions of Wonder Woman's defeats and humiliations. Last we left her, she won all three championships on Paradise Island just to lose them to her mom. The curse from the goddess of love has her forced to obey any order from a Kryptonian.

A month had passed since Wonder Woman's repeated defeats. Diana had decided to set herself apart from these losses and return to her business as princess and guardian of the world. It seemed like the healthier choice than pouting around the palace and trying to pick another fight with her mother or the local kryptonians, and it was doing her a lot of good. She saved lives and quite famously played a pivotal role when the Justice League defended the world from Brainiac. She was regaining her pride as people started to remember her for her heroism rather than some local oil wrestling.

However pleased she was with herself, Supergirl wasn't so amused. She had put a lot of effort into seeing that the amazonian heroine was humiliated and defeated during those championship bouts. It wasn't long before Diana was flying back to Paradise Island to be greeted with praise and cheers rather than snickering, and she was back to hugging and talking to her mother quite comfortably despite her defeat. Still annoyed with the bothersome brunette, Kara decided to put an end to Diana's swelling ego.

"You know," she had casually mentioned during a lunch when Hippolyta was busy with regal matters. "You really should still be champion. You're obviously good enough, so I'm not sure why you haven't used the champion's rematch clause yet."

"The what?" Diana looked up while Power Girl tried to recall it herself. The league was new and she hadn't memorized every single rule so far.

"You're a former champion and still the top contender," Supergirl went on. "You have the right to demand another challenge for the title bras. All three of them, if you wanted. You really should challenge your mother again..."

This had the princess' interest, not to mention the lingering effects of her cursed tattoo that made the kryptonian’s words that much more compelling. Supergirl withheld that Hippolyta would have the defender's advantage, letting her decide on a few rules for herself. She'd automatically get a "second," one ally for each match that could act as a trap to ambush the challenger once in each fight. Diana was still clearly thinking about it, and that was all Supergirl needed out of her to make her point.

"In fact, if you were thinking about it, I think I know a great way to stir up some attention for the fight."


Supergirl was delighted to find that Wonder Woman didn’t remember the sort of publicity that she and Power Girl liked to employ. It was what landed Diana on stage wearing her white t-shirt and some star-speckled blue bikini briefs, blushing at the audience  that was already cheering in anticipation for the wet t-shirt contest. In celebration of the match, Kara and Karen had decided that both competitors and their referee (their queen Power Girl) would compete in a pre match show. Local amazons and visitors alike had lined up to see the royal family in their soon to be skin-tight outfits.

"Thank you all for coming!" Supergirl happily greeted the audience. "I hope to see you all tomorrow for the main event, but for now, let's get on with the show."

What followed was yet another on the growing list of Diana's most humiliating memories. The three powerful women took their turns stepping forward and being sprayed by cold water from a hose. In the end, they would be judged by the amount and volume of cheers from the crowd. Hippolyta went first, leaving Diana to squirm uncomfortably as the royal milf knew just how to work the crowd into a frenzy. She made sure to jiggle her impressive chest the whole while and turning to let the water make her bottoms ride up her shapely ass until the short shorts looked like a thong.

Diana went next as the challenger, but she jumped and gave a surprised yelp at how cold the water was. The audience laughed at her reaction rather than cheered, even as her nipples hardened and were clearly visible through her top (especially on the oversized TV that had zoomed in on her labeled as "The Jug-o-tron"). She smiled meekly and did her best to dance and flex, but she shuddered from the cold water that pooled in her cleavage and stuck to her hair.

Power Girl seemed far better prepared for it as her white bikini bottoms became just as tight and see-through as her top. Rather than the flirty jiggling of Hippolyta, she approached it with lots of posing and flexing before bending way over for the crowd and giving them a huge crowd-pleaser as she flexed her powerful chest muscles to make her breasts bounce.

It was nothing truly official, but Diana didn't stop blushing until she was allowed to leave the stage. Of course, Hippolyta won the demeaning popularity contest (with PG not far behind), and Diana had landed in dead last. She hated that she had to stick around and take the tacky bronze medal that Supergirl hung between her tits, but the official rules were announced after the show and Diana would need to be present for them.

As an "impartial" and trusted visiting party, Supergirl was entrusted to set the final rules based on input from the current champion. All three bouts would be fought all in a row, with Supergirl on standby with buckets of their mystical healing water to be used on each of them before the next round began right where they'd left off. While they would start in the ring, the battle could be taken anywhere in the fighters went. "From the castle to the seas," Supergirl described it. "Of course, there won't be any powers allowed in this battle, so that's all pretty unlikely." The crowd laughed at the little jab as she went on.

Any non-lethal weapons they could obtain would be allowed, and some would be left around the stadium in hidden locations. As the defending champion, Hippolyta would be made aware of these locations on the morning of the fight. She would also be able to secretly designate an ally to help her once during each match, chosen before the battles and declaring themselves when they made themselves known in the fight. Each time Diana won she would obtain one of the championship bras of her choice, but every time she lost she would become Hippolyta's slave for a week (a maximum of three).

Other than that, it was anything goes. The crowd was thrilled to see more from two of the sexiest fighters in the public eye, and Diana simply hoped this would be the final act to mend her damaged pride and reputation.

When the big day came, the coliseum was packed with heroines, former villains, amazons and travelers who had come to see the hyper-sexualized royal duel. Hippolyta wore a shimmering gold bikini as she came out to her returning theme music from her title bouts, dancing down the runway to MILF. While a queen and a warrior, taking Paradise into the public eye had shown that Hippolyta could love being in the spotlight. It was quite a stark contrast to Wonder Woman, who came out in a skimpy two piece rendition of her famous costume (as Supergirl had magically suggested). She marched promptly out to the ring. Anything to stop the speakers from blasting Ass N Tittiies.

Power Girl floated out between them, arms folded patiently. “Alright, ladies. You’re my daughter and my wife, so I’ll stay impartial the whole way through… unless the rules tell me otherwise. The rulebook’s still a little fuzzy on some things, but hey! It’s a new league. We’re still getting a few kinks out of it.” The crowd hooted at her choice of words and she gave them a scolding wag of her finger before breaking into a grin. “Alright! We’re all ready here, so ring that bell!”

The great gong sounded as the two scantily clad women hurled themselves into battle. When they both reached the middle of the ring, Diana threw the first punch of many of the night. She knew that despite her curvy figure, her mother was no slouch in a fight. Even with that in mind, their last battle was a month ago, and her built up self esteem had brought confidence with it. It made it easy for Hippolyta to duck the blow and bury her own fist into Diana's breast with a counter attack.

"UGH!" The superheroine grunted and clutched her jiggling chest. The crowd responded with immediate cheers as Hippolyta's strong, humiliating, and vaguely sexual blow set the tone for the rest of the night.

"I face you as a champion, child. Not as your mother!" Hippolyta declared, making it clear that like their last showdown, she would show no mercy. Diana tried to reply with promises of the same, but the queen threw a kick into her belly before she could find the words. The crowd whistled and cheered once again as the gorgeous heroine was left doubled over with her star-spangled ass sticking out behind her.

Wonder Woman coughed and sputtered, despite knowing better than to ask for mercy after that kind of showing. Hippolyta grabbed her daughter by the hair and forced her to stay bent over. The queen shot her knee into Diana's bouncing chest, knocking the wind out of the warrior princess and keeping it out of her as she kept pounding her knee into her like a reverse jackhammer. Diana could only give off a vibrating moan as Hippolyta repeatedly flattened her breasts. By the time she stopped and let go, Diana gasped weakly for air as she fell to her knees. She would clearly be fighting an uphill battle for the rest of the round after the intense breast beating.

Hippolyta raised her fists in a wordless shout to the audience, her amazon sisters and subjects echoing the warcry back to her. Diana was still powerlessly resting on her knees when Hippolyta forced her back up by the hair and hurled her into the ring's elastic ropes. Wonder Woman was at least able to grab onto the ropes to catch herself, but Hippolyta was already charging after her. Diana turned around just in time to receive a double dropkick that smashed into her bouncing breasts instead of the back of her head.

Diana shrieked as the tough leather boots crushed her chest once again, sending her toppling over the ropes. The crowd cheered at the powerful blow that left Diana laying face first in the sand of the arena, groaning and just slowly pushing herself back up.She had hardly lifted herself up when she heard the audience cheering and clapping ominously. Diana lifted her head, looking around in a daze while Hippolyta nimbly climbed to the top turnbuckle and leapt after her daughter.

Wonder Woman screamed in shocked agony as her mother's landed a knee drop to her lower back, making her bikini-clad bottom jiggle from the impact. Hippolyta rolled with her landing, ending up on one knee with her fists raised in preemptive triumph. The crowd went wild for their daredevil queen and champion while Diana was holding her back and fighting back tears. She started to crawl away to regroup, but Hippolyta caught her booted ankles and dragged her back towards her. Diana let out a shriek of pain as her breasts were dragged across the firmly packed sand. It scratched her chest and got irritating grains of the stuff into her top until Hippolyta finally came to a stop.

It still wasn't the end to her suffering, as the queen held onto the princess' legs and sat on her back. "AWWWWWAH!" Wonder Woman screamed as she was twisted into a boston crab, bending her aching back and legs while Hippolyta's juicy hindquarters rested on the back of her shoulders.

She could practically hear her back cracking from the crushing hold as her mother tried to bend her completely in half. Diana briefly considered tapping out there and then. Perhaps then she could save some of her stamina and have a fresh start with the second round.

Supergirl floated nearby with her sealed buckets of healing water in hand. "Aww, don't tell me you're giving up already," Kara teased, knowingly triggering Diana's tattoo to keep her fighting. The princess hardly realized as her mind was made up for her, choosing her pride over her body and fighting on.

"Nooooo," Diana groaned, clearly in pain but stubbornly clenching her fists. "I... won't... yield! UHNFF!"

Hearing her defiant declaration, Hippolyta released her legs. Diana's lower half slumped to the arena floor, allowing her to curl up on her side and rub her overworked thighs. She was too consumed by the relief from all that pain, failing to realize what Hippolyta was up to as she reached under the ring. As part of the rules as champion, she had been told about the location of many of the weapons hidden around for the hardcore match. The queen pulled out a steel chair and after lining up her shot, swung the flat end of it right across Diana's ass. The princess jolted and screamed as her mother continued with the metallic spanking. Diana writhed and howled until she rolled over, rubbing her ass and wincing as her toned ass was now bright red from the powerful paddling. The crowd laughed and cheered, even as Hippolyta turned the chair around in her hands and pressed the central bar across Diana's throat. The busty princess gagged as she grabbed at the weapon, kicking her long legs around like a flopping fish as she struggled to breathe.

"The amazons have no place for a weak princess!" Hippolyta declared, mocking her opponent while firing up the crowd. Power Girl had to admit, she certainly got into her warrior queen persona in the ring. She'd had to see if she would bring some of that kind of talk into their bedroom.

When Hippolyta finally removed the chair, Diana coughed and clutched her throat while her eyes and mouth watered. Wonder Woman rolled pathetically on the ground, struggling to flop away from her dominating mother before she could come up with her next brutal punishment. She knew she was too late when Queen Hippolyta grabbed Diana under her arms, lifting her back to her feet in a full nelson. Diana was still coughing, making her breasts bounce in her skimpy top. Her hair and face were a mess from the beating she'd taken, with sweat trailing down into her cleavage. Just when that seemed to be the lowest Wonder Woman that had felt the whole night, Hippolyta grabbed her top while maintaining the hold and pulled it down.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the famous heroine's breasts were exposed to the audience and the many cameras around the arena. Hippolyta paraded her along one side of the arena, right within groping distance (as some brave, bold hands discretely proved to her) of many lucky fans.

"Bauren," Hippolyta declared, turning Diana to face the crowd and pointing to one of its members. "Your champion calls upon you."

Diana recognized the woman from their farms. She was a broad but motherly woman who tended to the cows. The smiling woman was one of many amazons wearing a shirt with the logo of the Paradise Island wrestling league as she cracked her knuckles readily. “At your request, my queen,” Bauren said proudly. Diana braced herself for some double-teaming beating from Hippolyta’s first laid trap, but she had forgotten to consider why Hippolyta would choose a dairy farmer over a trusted soldier.

Bauren’s strong hands wrapped around the base of Wonder Woman’s tits and squeezed hard. Her masterful grip got a deep and miserable moan from Diana as the princess tried to kick her way free. Hippolyta just pulled up harder on her arms, making her back arch and her breasts push out further into Bauren’s expert hands. The princess screamed as the professional milker’s fingers dug into her mammary glands and pulled on her royal rack.

“STOP! STOP! MERCY!” Diana’s hurting body and wounded pride wanted no more of the harsh treatment to her bosom, and her mother was restraining her from any valid attempts at escape. Against her shameful wails, the crowd started to cheer as she felt a familiar sensation of milk escaping her teats. She had lactated before, but never as part of a pleasant experience. It was always at the hands of her enemies, so her body shuddered with revulsion as the past embarrassments came rushing back into her mind. All the while, her milk fell through Bauren’s fingers and splashed onto the dust of the arena floor.

It went on for a long and painful minute before Hippolyta yanked her roughly away from her second’s hands. The force sent a ripple of agony through Diana’s chest as she was squeezed through the fingers, but also created a wet streak of white through the air as her milk splashed onto several laughing fans. Diana was breathing heavily, making her tits bounce with each painful breath before the queen dragged her back into the arena. There were large red marks left along her chest like vicious fingerprints left by Bauren’s handiwork. Diana was staggering from the pain alone, and Hippolyta’s rough handling didn’t help that any. The queen spun her daughter around to face her, grabbing her in a bearhug that buried Diana’s face into her mother’s bosom. She hardly had the time to recognize the familiar smell of Hippolyta’s sweat before the queen lifted her up, still holding her between her breasts until the last minute of her suplex. Diana’s head bounced off of the ground, flopping like a rag doll before she came to a stop. Power Girl finally floated over, lifting and dropping her limp arm a few times.

“She’s out cold! Round one goes to Queen Hippolyta!” The crowd cheered as she defended one of her title bras and had earned the right to own her challenger as a slave for a week. The milfy queen flexed and smiled with pride at the crowd, planting a foot on Diana’s mindlessly drooling face as she drank in the stadium full of cheers.

“Too bad for Diana,” Clark Kent noted, sent overseas to cover the major event for the Daily Planet.

“Hard to believe she had fared better against Brainiac,” Bruce Wayne added dryly.


Supergirl came out dutifully with a pair of water bottles, each faintly glowing with the mystical spring waters of Paradise Island. “Don’t think we need the buckets just yet. Do you, your majesty?” Kara asked playfully. Hippolyta laughed and took the bottle for herself, drinking it down. The few bruises and bumps she’d gotten from the struggles and Diana’s few strikes healed over, and even the fatigue wore off from her muscles as Supergirl handed her a warm towel to dry up the old sweat.

With Diana out cold, she naturally couldn’t drink, so Supergirl just turned the bottle over and emptied it onto her face and chest. Diana gasped and sat up choking as the water made her top cling to her breasts, but the water still worked its magic. The deep bruises and visible sores vanished beneath the healing waters, and her impressive strength returned to her. She spat up some of the water and wiped it from her eyes as she hurried back to her feet, the kryptonian officials floating back away from the action.

“You owe me a week of your life now, sister,” Hippolyta reminded Diana as she flexed her arms and stretched her shoulders.

“And you owe me two more bras,” Diana growled back, taking up her ready fighting stance. Hippolyta laughed as the gong sounded to start the second round. This time, the raven-haired princess leapt right into battle. She couldn’t let her mother take charge again if she was going to have a chance at this. The crowd gave an impressed little sound as Diana landed the first blow of this round, slugging her mother clean across the mouth. Hippolyta was staggered by the right hook, but she didn’t falter for long before she took up her stance again and punched Diana right back. The crowd reacted loudly as Diana was similarly dazed by the hit, feet dancing on the sand before she threw another punch. The women traded their powerful blows back and forth, each phasing the other woman but not quite dropping them.

It was Diana that finally broke the pattern. She ducked under one of the queen’s punches and caught her forearm, twisting around behind Hippolyta and forcing her to bend over by the arm bar. The crowd let out some whistled as the busty milf’s rack was left hanging for the crowd to get a view down her cleavage. “Don’t tell me you’re getting sloppy, mother,” Diana scolded as she twisted the arm painfully, but Hippolyta just grit her teeth and bore it.

“And don’t tell me you’re becoming a cocky little brat,” Hippolyta growled. She grabbed one of the offending arms and twisted free, surprising Diana as she wound up with the upper hand (so to speak). Rather than putting Diana into the same hold, she grabbed the princess by the leg and lifted her up into the air. Hippolyta pulled down on both limbs to bust Diana’s spine across her shoulders in a painful and back-bending torture rack. Hippolyta rose up on her toes before dropping back down to her heels, the bouncing causing her chest to jiggle while Diana howled from the pain in her twisted back.

“Crying already?” the dominant queen taunted as she bent Diana hard enough that her back cracked. “What sort of weak challengers have you brought me, amazons?!” Diana thrashed an arm around Hippolyta’s front, slapping and grabbed at anything she could. Luck (whether good or bad) landed her hand on the queen’s bikini top and accidentally yanked it down. One of the queen’s impressive breasts popped right out, causing the cheering to hit another peak. She gasped briefly before she simply lifted Wonder Woman over her head and threw her roughly to the ground.

“Cowardly tricks won’t save you this time,” Hippolyta scolded as she stomped her heel down on Wonder Woman's breast. The princess grunted as she curled up, trying to protect her chest and back as she rolled in the sand. Hippolyta dragged her back up to her knees as she adjusted her top. “If you wanted a good look at them, you should have just asked.”

“No!” Diana blurted, but Hippolyta had already bearhugged her head right into her tits. The queen shook her shoulders to let the massive mammaries slap her face around, knocking her daughter silly when they weren’t simply suffocating her. Wonder Woman gave several muffled shouts from between her mother’s breasts, making her thrashing resistance more comical than it was effective. She finally managed to shove her mother’s stomach, gasping for air and coated with sweat by the time she was freed. She looked disoriented from the beating and humiliating smother, and Hippolyta didn’t hesitate to take advantage. She grabbed Diana by the hair and threw her against the nearby wall of the arena, getting a husky grunt from the heroine as her skull met the stone.

Wonder Woman slumped to her knees once again, holding her face as Hippolyta went to one of the nearby statues of some ancient amazon warrior. She reached behind its sandal, once again using her right as defending champion to know where the weapons were hidden. She revealed a length of chain that she tugged tight between her hands before letting Diana feel the cool metal wrap around her warm neck. The queen put her knee into her daughter’s back, forcing her breasts into the stone of the wall while pulling the chain like a leash as if they were the reins of a disobedient horse.

The front row guests got a great view as Diana’s face went red, the powerful amazon still needing air to breathe if she was to fight. Her lovely features bulged as she gagged and drooled, spilling her saliva messily over her chest in her struggles to breathe. Her mother’s knee was still working over her already aching back, the combined pain and lack of air making tears pour from her eyes. She started seeing spots when the chain suddenly went slack. Diana rubbed her neck and coughed before Hippolyta swung her leg high into the air, landing an axe kick to the back of her skull and bouncing her face off the top of the arena walls.

“You always were the type to try too hard at offense when you should be minding your defense,” Hippolyta lectured as she let Wonder Woman slump against the stone in a moaning daze. She whistled to one of the wandering snack vendors, the crowd chuckling as she came down with her tray of drinks and food. “Put it on my tab,” she said with a wink, the crowd laughing again as she lifted Diana by her hair and flung her into the stands. Diana crashed right into the snack tray as the vendor stepped back, letting the princess land in a mess of popcorn, beer and fruity beverages.

Diana spat out a mouthful of cheap beer from amidst the jeering crowd as Hippolyta followed her into the stands. She caught Diana by the legs and started to walk up the stairs, dragging her through the mass and making sure she was angled so that her breasts bounced off of every step on the ride up. She emitted a low grunt with every few steps, only for Hippolyta to hook her booted feet under her arms. She spun around in a broad circle, her powerful limbs lifting Diana high enough that even with her wide arc, the princess never came too close to hitting anyone in their seats. When Hippolyta suddenly and finally let go of her like a hammer throw, Diana flew several yards higher into the stands before landing flat on her back on the steps. She slid a few inches lower with more of her miserable grunts as the steps banged up her back and head.

With the princess in a daze of pain and woe, Hippolyta grabbed her by the hair and dragged her a few rows higher still. “Rayna! Your champion calls upon you and your comrades!” Hippolyta pointed out to a few of the attending amazongs as Power Girl floated up to catch up with them. The rule book had said something about recruiting small groups of women as seconds, so long as they weren't part of any particular soldier class. Diana was too busy groaning to care, but PG quickly recognized Rayna and her friends that climbed out of their seats. They were very fashionably dressed in stiletto heels and high-cut dresses, much like the clothes they had modeled in Karen's fashion show from a few months ago. Models were clearly not soldier class, so she dismissed it as fairplay.

The women stood up as Hippoylta threw Wonder Woman at their feet. "Put this defiant child in her place for opposing me. Walk all over her!"

Diana barely registered what was happening as she looked wearily at the sky above. She only had a half second to realize the implications as Rayna went first, raising her leg with the sharp-looking heel of her shoe right over the princess' belly.
"No! Stop! WaiAIEEE!!" Diana wailed in agony as the first step dug into her navel. They weren't sharp enough to break the skin, but the weight of even the most slender amazon was still packed with dense muscle. All of that power was being focused into the pinpoint of the shoe's heel, stomping from her belly to her breasts before stepping on her hair as Rayna went by. The rest of her crew followed suit, stomping where they saw fit as Diana was powerless to stop them from trampling her face, crotch, breasts and stomach.

Diana ended up sporting a few quarter-sized bruises on her pale skin by the time they had strut their stuff with her as their living runway. Hippolyta grabbed her daughter by the ankles, flipping her over in the row so that she was laying flat on her face of the well-used floor. "One more time, ladies," Hippolyta commanded with an indicative twirl of her finger. Diana gasped as they came trampling over her once again, this time their steps grinding into her back, calves, shoulders and ass.

Diana hurt all over on both sides of her body, almost no part of her left unblemished. Power Girl floated closer to her with a concerned frown. "Diana, do you submit?" she asked.

"I... won't... ugh..." Diana could barely grunt a response as she grabbed the back of one of the seats to pull herself up to her knees. She slumped onto the chair, the crowd laughing as her breasts were left resting on the head of the Teen Titan Starfire. The orange alien giggled and took it as an invitation to give Wonder Woman's rack a few firm squeezes before boosting her back up. Diana barely got to one foot by the helpful handfuls, but Hippolyta was waiting with a high kick that knocked Diana right back into the steps. Hippolyta pursued her as mercilessly as she would any foe, dragging Diana to her feet by the hair and throwing her down the nearest flight of steps. Diana went bouncing down the rough stone, something she would have easily endured or stopped at her full strength but now far too exhausted to try. She ended up falling out the rear entrance, landing in the dirt just outside the exit to the stadium. She started to stir slowly, puzzled by the lack of noise from the crowd with the stands between them and her. The cameras quickly picked up on the action, showing it on huge monitors in the arena.

Diana barely realized she had left the coliseum when she heard her mother's booming warcry. She jerked in surprise, but didn't realize where she was coming from until Hippolyta was already leaping off the stairwell and slamming her knees into Diana's breasts. The air rushed right out of her lungs, hacking miserably with what little breath she could manage to gather. It did her no good as Hippolyta rose to her feet, standing over her daughter's body before she slapped her ass several times. The crowd-pleasing taunt got it good and jiggling before she let herself drop ass-first on Diana's face, staying in a squatting position with her legs spread. The focus of her body weight on her cushy rear made it impossible for Diana to keep breathing, barely even squirming until she passed out completely.

“Two bras down! Two weeks to go!” Supergirl called as she caught up to the action. Sticking with the rules, the women would have to keep fighting outside the arena since it was where they had left off. Hippolyta was handed her water bottle, drinking most of it down before pleasing the crowd once more as she poured the rest on her face and breasts, rubbing it in for a quick cooldown.

With Diana still unconscious, Supergirl took the liberty of forcing her mouth open and squeezing the bottle down her throat. Diana woke up coughing and gagging, just for Kara to unscrew and empty the rest over her head. The brunette princess screamed at the unnecessarily cold water, courtesy of Kara’s ice breath. “Last round, Diana,” Kara teased with a knowing smile. “Better make this one count.”

“I do not need your permission,” Wonder Woman grumbled as she pushed herself back to her feet. She was wet, but healed and determined. She had been beaten and humiliated yet again. She wasn’t about to let her people become such a farce of a spectacle after centuries of priding themselves on combat. “No more games, mother,” she stated firmly. “I won’t let  you win this one.”

“If you’ve been playing games and ‘letting’ me win, then  you needn’t have wasted the effort,” Hippolyta replied curtly. “I would have beaten you senseless either way.”

At the next gong, Diana showed how serious she was right away. She covered the distance between them in an instant, moving so fast that there seemed to be crackling lightning coming from her wrists. Most of the crowd wrote it off as special effects or some sort of reaction to her incredible speed (“I do that kind of stuff all the time,” commented The Flash), but a particular redhead made a mental note of it for later.

Diana had landed three blows to her mother's face before she could mount any proper defense. Hippolyta's head snapped with her punch, but she raised an arm to stop the fourth. She sent a fist of her own at Diana's stomach, but the heroine similarly caught her arm and shoved it to the side. With the two of them locked together, Wonder Woman reared her head and brought it crashing into her mother's skull. The queen reeled from her headbutt as the crowd got over their surprise and started to cheer for the idea of the princess taking the lead.

"You taught me well, mother!" Diana shouted, but her tone was defiant and undaunted by her defeats. The losses only made her angrier, and she grabbed her stunned mother around the waist. While the crowd cheered for their wet busts grinding together, it didn't last for long before the princess suplexed Hippolyta into the ground behind her. Clods of dirt were sent flying from the impact as the powerful amazons started to fight with all of their might.

Diana moved into a pinning position, but Hippolyta was only hurt and not stopped. The queen balanced herself on her hands and double kicked Wonder Woman in the chest, sending her breasts bouncing and knocking the air from her once again. She rose and charged like a raging mother bear until she spearing Diana around the waist. Her daughter was lifted off her feet with the force of the running tackle and Hippolyta kept holding and charging as if she had no intention of stopping. It brought Diana crashing through several tables and wooden stands, splintering the wood as merchandise (shirt, commemorative flagons, and prop golden bras like those of the champion's) and stray beverages bounced off of Wonder Woman's back as she shouted from each stinging crack of wood against her back. She drove knees and elbows into Hippolyta's midsection, but the rampaging mother only grunted in response to the blows. She only squeezed tighter to put more pressure on the warrior princess' stomach and back.

When brute force seemed to be failing her, Wonder Woman finally changed tactics and grabbed her mother's arm. She twisted sharply and kicked out her legs, flipping her into a high-speed shoulder toss. Hippolyta tumbled through the grass until she hit a stone wall, Diana barely noting it as the outside of one of the amazons' farmhouses. They kept several of their farms near the arena since ancient times, making it easier to bring their beasts to the stadium. Horses for cavalry, food for their feasting guests, and the occasional more wild creature for trials by combat.

Diana sent a boot stomping towards her mother's head, but the queen rolled aside. Her heel left a visible crack in the stone instead of her skull. Hippolyta tried to tackle her again, but this time Diana was alert and waiting for it. She nimbly twisted and sidestepped her mother before kneeing her in the stomach. Hippolyta went to her knees and clutched her stomach, forced to allow Diana to grab her hair and deliver several knees into her chin. She had her teeth grit, but even while mainly using her legs there was the occasional spark that sprang from one of her wrists.

The flying camera drones kept feeding the fight to the crowd at the arena as one massive knee sent Hippolyta flying backward. The queen fumbled for something to hold herself up, but she merely went through the broad wooden doors of the barn and fell inside. Diana caught her breath for a moment before marching after her mother, dead set on keeping some fraction of her pride in tact after today. She kicked the doors back open, but before her eyes could adjust to the shadows of the barn she felt a harsh impact against her skull. Wonder Woman staggered back out of the barn, clutching her head and literally not knowing what hit her. Hippolyta followed her out while clutching a shovel in both hands.

"Where was this fight in you before, you craven bitch?" Hippolyta snarled, letting out more of her old warrior ego. Wonder Woman giving this round her all was definitely stirring it up inside her as she too became more desperate. She wound up again and delivered a massive swing across Diana's face, the metal clanging and bending as it send her flying back a few feet and landing her in a cart full of hay. The princess was still seeing stars when Hippolyta went to the horses at its head and slapped one on the flank with a sharp shout. With a loud winnie, the horses bolted away while bouncing the startled and screaming Wonder Woman around in the cart behind them.

Hippolyta couldn’t keep pace with them at full speed, but over a short distance it was entirely possible. She sprinted after them with her dented shovel in hand, hurling it in a wide arc as the cart started to turn away from the farming fences. The tool whirled through the air before wedging itself inside one of the wheels, stopping the cart short. The horses broke free and kept running, but the abrupt stop sent the screaming Wonder Woman flying through the air. She soared over the fences before landing face-first in one of the pig pens, where the squealing creatures spread out to let her land face-first in the mud.

Diana rose after several seconds, groaning and with her front caked in mud. She wiped it from her face and breasts as best she could, but there seemed to be no means of getting it all. She had completely lost track of her mother and the layers of mud weren’t doing her any good in relocating her. The hogs has scampered to the other side by the time Hippolyta leapt over the fence herself, catching Wonder Woman by surprise as she delivered a pair of punches into her breasts that knocked her flat on her back.

“Finally decided to go back to your home, did you?” Hippolyta taunted. She had done a similar maneuver when she was challenged to a duel by a usurper decades ago, and she felt proud of pulling it off again. Diana was still trying to regain her breath when the warrior queen took her by her muddy hair and dragged her through the mess. She forced Diana to her knees, just to shove her face into the water trough and hold her under. The mud was washed away from her pretty face, but that of course came with its own problems. Her startled shout came as a spray of bubbles as she kicked at the mud and pushed on the trough. Hippolyta didn’t relent on her grasp, so when there seemed no escape Diana simply shoved the container over, spilling its contents and finally letting her breathe again.

Hippolyta still had her by the hair but Diana gave a sharp shove at the water trough. The thick wood struck Hippolyta in the knees, tripping her over into the mud next. Diana crawled on top of her and landed several punches to the side of Hippolyta's head before the queen delivered a double uppercut to her daughter's breasts. "AWWAHH!" Diana let out a husky cry as she forgot to protect her chest in her vengeful payback. Her breasts went bouncing out of her top, her nipples hard and excited from the rough treatment they'd been through all day. Hippolyta ignored them for now, grabbing the straps of Diana's top and planting her feet into the heroine's belly. With a quick pull with her hands and shove of her feet, she flipped Diana right over the fence and sent her crashing through the open window of the next barn over.

Diana landed with a crash, falling right through a wooden table. This farmhouse, at least, had its lights on, so she could see the wide open space inside. There was some farming equipment, both modern and traditional, and the entire floor was covered with straw. It was clearly some universal structure to hold and handle the various animals and machines around the farmlands. Diana finally rolled to all fours, alternately rubbing her aching back and chest as she got back up.

Hippolyta hadn't followed her too closely, and Diana couldn't hear any noise outside the window. Deciding that was good enough for her, Wonder Woman grabbed a nearby wrench and darted next to the door. She waited to ambush her mother, her improvised weapon at the ready. While it was no magic lasso, it would be enough to really stun even the powerful queen of the amazons.

The main flaw to her plan was assuming that Hippolyta would enter using the door. The queen's fists punch right through the wood of the barn's wall, grabbing Diana by the hair and bashing the surprised princess' head against the hard wood. As the heroine staggered, Hippolyta withdrew her hands and shoved the door open, letting it smack right into Diana's face and chest to knock her flat on her ass.

"Now what did I say about cowardly tricks?" the queen taunted. "You're breathing so heavily that I could have tracked you down from a mile away!" Hippolyta stomped on Diana's breasts, pinning her to the ground as she grabbed a wooden rake from nearby. "Besides, you smell of pig crap and trough water."

Diana could only blink at her in a beaten daze, seeing too late that Hippolyta have turned the business end of the rake on her. She started to rapidly scrape its tongs across the princess' exposed breasts as if she were tending to an especially fertile piece of land. Diana screamed herself to tears as numerous shallow but painful scratches appeared along her now famous melons.

"Yea, give it to her good, Hips!" Harley Quinn cheered from the stadium. Wonder Woman finally managed to shove the cruel weapon away, scrambling on all fours to escape and gain a moment to recover from the tenderizing pain. While she was out from beneath Hippolyta's boot, she hadn't escaped the queen's reach. The milfish warrior turned the rake around and whacked the blunt end up into Wonder Woman's crotch, making her moan loudly and bounce off of the hay-covered floor for a second before flopping onto her stomach, tits sticking out beneath her chin.

"So long as you insist on crawling around on all fours like a beast..." Hippolyta mused, taking her daughter by the hair. She lifted her up over her head, spiking her down gut first onto the gate to a small enclosed stable. Diana let out a short gag, kicking her feet but unable to dislodge herself so easily. Hippolyta grabbed some spare rope and bound her wrists swinging the door open to keep Diana's face and tits facing her. Hippolyta kicked something beside her, Diana's vision coming into focus as she heard the loud humming of an engine. Whatever the device was, it couldn't be good.

"I seem to recall some of your former opponents mentioning a certain weakness of yours," Hippolyta said with a smirk. She grabbed the hoses attached to the milking machine and secured them onto Diana's nipples before firing up the main device. Wonder Woman screamed as the device meant for cows started painfully forcing the milk from her tits.

"AUGGHHH! STOP! MOTHER! DON'T!" she wailed in agony. Tears spilled along with her milk as her beautiful breasts were strained and pulled by the pressure of the painfully suckling machinery.

"Get used to it, you weak little cow," Hippolyta taunted. To make matters worse, she went over to a wooden bucket where they had left out a part of their harvest of ginger root. Having used it in her past matches on several occasions, and they had even used it to punish disorderly troops in their armies. She grabbed Diana by her bikini bottoms, wedgying them up into her ass before she pulled aside the front and shoved a sizeable ginger root into her pussy.

The princess screamed and pulled away. Only her panicked flailing gave her the momentary strength to pull the milking machine off of her. Hippolyta watched with amusement as her daughter ran around screaming and grabbing at her crotch to try to remove it from inside her bottoms. It gave the queen plenty of time to walk to the milking machine and remove the plastic container that was concerningly full of royal milk. When the shouting and crying Diana came close enough, she swung the heavy jug and knocked her flat on her back, splashing the panicked princess with her own milk in the process.

Wonder Woman was an absolute mess. She was writhing weakly on the floor of the barn, stirring up the hay as she reacted to her crotch full of ginger root. Her breasts were bruised and scratched and a few more red welts developing on her lovely royal face. She could do nothing but stare at the ceiling and groan distantly as Hippolyta stood over her. She picked up Diana by the hair, letting her hang limply like a human punching bag. She put her hand on her hip and looked behind her as she spoke.

"My final second. Your time has come."

Something blindsided Diana and hit her like a truck... or a plane, to be more precise. It lifted her completely out of Hippolyta's hands and off the ground, smashing her through the wall and flying her the short distance between them and the coliseum. The second came to an abrupt stop, dropping Wonder Woman on her tits in the middle of the arena. She heard the crowd cheer as they realized that they had returned. Diana rolled over to look up and see Power Girl floating over her.

"But... but..." Diana mumbled, more out of confusion than protest.

"Sorry," PG said, shrugging as she grabbed her snug referee jersey and tore it off, showing a similarly checkered style of a skimpy bikini top. "But rules are rules." She landed back on the ground, just to hammer an uppercut into the stunned Wonder Woman's belly. While Diana had fought well against Brainiac during the recent invasion, PG had been fighting off hordes of his underlings single handedly. One of those same boulder-smashing punches sank into Diana's stomach, knocking the wind right out of her as she fell to her knees. She grabbed at her stomach, coughing and gagging as she grabbed onto the blonde kryptonian's legs just to stay on her knees.

It turned out to be an easy position to exploit as Hippolyta came sprinting back into the arena. She entered the arena at top speed and leapt to smash the heel of her boot into Diana's face, knocking the princess silly and sending her falling to the dusty ground.

"You're so cute when you're kicking ass," Power Girl praised, kissing her wife on the cheek before they went back to work on her opponent. Wonder Woman was barely groaning, but Hippolyta had a reputation to maintain. It wouldn't do to simply pin her in this state. Instead, the royal queens of Paradise Island double teamed her for all they were worth. She let Power Girl grab her daughter and fly into the ring, hurling her violently into a corner. Diana grunted as her arms and legs flopped onto the top and middle ropes, suspending her in midair with her legs splayed out. Karen landed on the mats and started to charge her with a leg pulled back for a devastating kick at her crotch. Diana saw it in time to cover her crotch and shriek, but she stopped short anyway.

“Two for flinching!” Karen teased playfully before slapping Diana across the face twice. The second knocked her flat on her ass in the corner, head rolling dizzily until PG turned around and bumped her ass into her face. Wonder Woman’s face was smothered in sweat and skin until the blonde stood back up and grabbed her hair again. “What’s that, hon? You want some more?” PG taunted. Diana was too busy coughing for air, but the crowd shouted a unanimous “YEA!”

Diana was powerless as the kryptonian powerhouse flew her to the next corner, repeating the stinkface in each of the ring posts. “I always wanted to be cheek to cheek with you, Di!” Power Girl laughed as she ground her into the second post. Another firm throw and she was delivering the third. “Hoo! I needed that! I was sweating up a storm! You’re lucky you got those baths in between rounds, cuz I wasn’t so lucky!” Diana only coughed and sputtered when Karen’s jiggling butt was pulled away, just to drag Diana to the last post. “Come on. You can take one more for me. Right, princess?” She slapped her cheeks, letting them get to jiggling before squishing them into her face, twerking around. She finally turned back and kicked the choking brunette back out of the ring towards her mother.

Hippolyta got Diana into a full nelson, holding her steady while Power Girl beat her breasts around at super speed. Most of the crowd couldn't follow every punch with the naked eye, but they could see Diana screaming as her breasts bounced in every direction. Hippolyta revealed more ginger root stored in her cleavage, squeezing her tits together while Power Girl held Diana's hair and rubbed her face and eyes all over it until she was uncontrollably bawling her eyes out.

"Just like when she was a child! Weak, crying and on her mother's breast!" Hippolyta taunted her loudly. Many found the highlight of the night when the happy couple dropped her onto her stomach, each of them sitting on her back and facing either end. Hippolyta locked her fingers under Diana's chin while Power Girl grabbed the princess' legs. Both of them lifted up and bent backward, forcing her spine into a C shape as they forced her to arch her back in two different directions. Diana screamed and flailed beneath them, but the queens of Paradise Island leaned so far back that while the princess screamed for mercy, they were able to bend backward and share a deep and passionate kiss.

At last the queens let Diana go. She flopped to the ground, groaning miserably as her face stung and her spine ached. Bruises and hand prints marked her all over, and her breasts leaked milk from her hard and stretched nipples. Power Girl gave Hippolyta a proud pat on the ass. "You got this from here, champ," Karen praised before floating back to enjoy the view.

Hippolyta grabbed Diana roughly by the hair and lifted her off the floor of the arena. Diana's eyes fluttered as if  struggling just to stay conscious, but she managed a weak glare at one point. Her wrists crackled, emitting a few weak sparks while one spectator picked up on the tattoo that seemed to be generating them. They were all gone in a second as Hippolyta lifted Diana off her feet between her hair and a wedgie, throwing her back into the audience.

"I don't think my people have truly witnessed your weakness," Hippolyta scolded. She forced Diana onto all fours, sitting on her back in a humiliating and painful pony ride. Wonder Woman's back was in such pain from the beatings and holds that her queen's shapely ass put her through a massive amount of agony. "Ride, my mount," Hippolyta ordered, but Diana could barely move in her weakened state. She found the motivation to go faster when Hippolyta pulled out another slice of ginger root, pushed aside Wonder Woman's bottoms to show off her ass, and shoved it up the heroine's ass. The younger fighter screamed and instinctively crawled quickly through the crowd as if trying to escape the anal agony.

"I see she has an appetite for ginger!" Hippolyta laughed, slapping Diana's ass to make her go even faster. The rest of the audience got into it, sneaking in their own gropes and slaps on Diana's exposed butt. Hippolyta gave her the occasional encouraging whack herself, but had more fun waving to the crowd regally while working Diana's hair like a set of reins. Wonder Woman cringed whenever someone with super strength took a swing at her buttocks, and she cringed as she passed by Raven. The dark sorceress created a floating hand made of shadow so that even when Wonder Woman was out of reach, the levitating limb kept slapping her butt like a cheap set of bongos.

Hippolyta forced the exhausted princess to trudge across one whole side of the stadium before she climbed off. Diana was sweating like a pig, letting it drip off her face and hair. Some dribbled down her chest, mixing with the milk that still trickled out of her nipples. Hippolyta drove a knee up into her chin, knocking the princess back over the barrier to land her inside the battle arena properly. Diana landed on her back, groaning and head rolling as she looked dimly up at the sun. It light was suddenly blacked out, realizing too late that the eclipsing orbs were her mother's breasts. Her tits might have cushioned the queen's fall, but they hit like boxing gloves on Diana's face. The princess flopped on the dirt, and when Hippolyta rose she was absolutely cross-eyed from the dizzying blow.

The crowd went wild as Hippolyta invited Power Girl over for the finishing touch. Diana couldn't even stand under her own power, so so the queens each grabbed one of her breasts to keep her on her knees. From there they both backed their asses into her face, grinding them together with Wonder Woman's face stuck between. She drooled and moaned witlessly, but she could only hang there like a ragdoll until she slipped out from the sweaty cheeks, unable to breathe and finally, absolutely unconscious.

Hippolyta gladly drank up the audience's affections, posing with her wife and over her defeated daughter with the three ceremonial bras (one over each shoulder and one on her slim and fit waist). She let Diana stay unconscious for a while, out cold for the celebration. She could use the rest, because once they woke her up with the healing waters, her three weeks of slavery would begin.

Diana was defeated once again, and she found any hopes of receiving mercy from her mother to be quickly annihilated. Her first task upon waking up was to worship her mother's entire body with her tongue. Apart from the healing waters tossed onto her, Diana was not allowed to clean herself from all the sweat and dirt until she had given Hippolyta a full body tongue bath. It took her over an hour of licking the bitter sweat from her skin, forced to take her time by her patient mother. She watched her like a hawk for any signs of slacking. The queen was clearly treating the punishment as part of her challenge and taking it every bit as seriously. Only after all that, with her mother's every crevice still fresh on her tired tongue, Diana was allowed into the bath. She was then forced to wash her mother with proper oils and bathwater to wash the smell of Wonder Woman's failure off of her.

It went on like that for all three weeks. Her mother was relentless in maintaining that Diana was not only obedient but always at the ready to serve her. She spanked her for the slightest signs of laziness, and sometimes made them up just as an excuse to paddle her daughter's plump ass some more. “You stupid, silly little slave!” she scolded as she paddled the woman who had saved the world’s juicy ass under the skimpy skirt she was forced to wear. Wonder Woman cried and shouted as the pain and shame became unbearable and her cheeks became bright red.

The princess was forced to serve guests in her maid outfit, an old favorite of Power Girl's. The blonde queen was given express control over the new slave by Hippolyta, and she had to admit that the strong superheroine made a good footrest while she watched TV. The work was exhausting, and PG often gushed about how cute she looked when she was asleep. With her in the same bed as her mothers, Wonder Woman didn’t expect Power Girl to become so… snuggly. She rolled around in her sleep and would frequently grab onto Diana as if she were her teddy bear. The honor-bound heroine found herself waking up to a faceful of enormous breasts and hands digging into her ass while the busty blonde drooled peacefully.

Even the other handmaidens giggled at Diana's fate. The proud and powerful princess was forced to travel with her mother and stand in the changing rooms with her as she changed into various outfits. The body that had defeated her was flaunted so freely that it made her uncomfortable, on top of it already being her mother. She served meals to her guests, including other superheroes who were treated as honorary members of Paradise Island. Hawk Girl couldn't even meet Diana's eye when she offered her more wine, but Super Girl made a point to stare at the subservient princess. Kara went on sucking loudly on her milkshake, looking into Diana’s eyes as she enjoyed a celebratory drink. The piercing gaze made Diana shudder, making her flash back to the loud sucking noises of the milking machine. Her nipples grew erect as she felt phantom pains from the intense pressure.

Deciding that her servants must be graceful, attractive and elegant, Hippolyta called in some help. Selina Kyle (who Diana knew better as Cat Woman) came in for what the queen called “dancing lessons,” even if their training session involved using a stripper pole and learning how to give lap dances. Diana was graceful and strong, but she was tired and reluctant to try. They saw to that as Selina brought out the whips at the slightest lapse in attention or lack of energy in her gyrating hips. Her mother quickly joined in when Selina handed her a second whip “for extra motivation.” They both loved finding any excuse to lash and punish their former opponent, and when Diana tried to show what she learned by giving Power Girl a lap dance, it was such an awkward failure that both of them whipped away at her ass. Selina and Hippolyta spent the next several minutes laughing and whipping as she screamed and squirmed in PG’s lap.

Maybe the worst of it was Hippolyta insisting that she remain at her call at all times, ready to serve at a moment's notice. That meant that she was never far from arm's reach, even when Hippolyta was in bed. She was forced to sleep in the same bed as Hippolyta, even forced to have her ass or breasts act as the queen's pillows. It also meant that on the nights when PG was feeling frisky, Diana was forced to stay and watch in case Hippolyta called for drinks or one of their sex toys.

"Wow, you're really into this! We should have kept Diana in the bedroom a long time ago!" Power Girl grunted as Hipployta kissed her way up her wife's abs. Hippolyta cupped and loudly kissed PG's breasts, playfully biting at her nipples to get them especially excited. She smiled through her mouthful of her lover's breast, egging the blonde heroine on to take the initiative. She swept Hippolyta into her lap, keeping her legs spread wide as she reached around her waist and firmly fingered her from behind.

Hippolyta's loud grunts and humping against her fingers were too much for Diana as she turned away from her mother's wetly fingered pussy. "Diana!" Hippolyta snapped, forcing her to turn back. The lusty queen still showed her impressive focus in her lusty state to enforce obedience in her servants and subjects. "Watch." Wonder Woman squirmed, but she obeyed as she acted as the sole witness to her mother's screaming, gushing orgasm.

Diana suffered unbelievable embarrassment, but she reached the last day of her punishment at last. When it had seemed the worst was over, Hippolyta pulled her out of bed at the crack of dawn and told her not to bother getting dressed. She was going to be part of today's fashion show, and anything she wore would just be stripped off of her anyway. Diana was left awkwardly following her mistress in just her lacey black bra and panties, the same that Hippolyta had forced her to wear to bed after scolding her for sleeping in the nude "like a wild hog."

It was another of Paradise Island's promotional shows. Hippolyta had gotten quite into modern fashion over the last year or two, and it was a common rumor about how much she loved to show off new lingerie or swimwear for Power Girl. This was all but solidified as fact when the appearance showed the royal family walking the runway in some custom-made outfits (collaborated works between the champion and Victoria's Secret) that left nothing to the imagination.

Hippolyta showed off a glittery silver thong sling bikini that barely covered her crotch and absolutely vanished into her big maternal thighs and buns. It had to do most of the work since she proudly went topless. Power Girl wore a white and red lingerie set, proudly strutting down the runway for the audience before grabbing and kissing her wife sensually. It was an awkward sight for Diana to witness as she came out in her own custom outfit. She may as well have been naked, her outfit a parody of her crime fighting costume. She wore her tiara and what amounted to two napkins' worth of fabric. There was a single golden eagle barely covering her nipples with its outstretched wings, stuck on like one big pasty that held her heavy tits together to make them look even larger. A small triangle of star-spangled blue covered her slit and asshole, but most of her hips and butt were left out for the world to see. The high heels she wore just made her ass look even bigger and bouncier. The "The New Challenger" look was greeted with huge amounts of whistles and catcalls.

She finally reached the end of the runway, forcing herself to smile for the crowd while striking her awkward poses. Hippolyta eyed up her daughter's uncomfortable showing and decided to spice it up for her last day in control. She took the hand that Karen had rested on her belly, twisting it around in a playful twirl. PG laughed and went with the simple dance cue, but it made her whirl around so fast that her kryptonian tits smacked Diana right across the face. The heroine stumbled awkwardly on her high heels until her face bounced off her mother's chest. That just disoriented her more until she fell right off the stage.

Diana landed in the front row with her bouncing breasts popping right out of the tiny top. She happened to land tits first on Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, cuing the two villainesses to loudly and happily start sucking on the humiliated heroine's tits. When she finally realized what was happening, she grunted and struggled to get free but the villainesses held onto her until they were done. With a loud smack of her lips, Harley finally let her go.

“Nuttin’ beats milk fresh from the cow!” Harley laughed.

“I could get used to that. I wonder if they’ve considered putting her out to stud,” Ivy added with a smug smirk.

Diana growled in frustration as more tiny sparks started to crackle around her wrists. From the back of the audience, a chesty redheaded woman in a suit watched like she had been waiting for just that. She pulled out her cell and sent a quick message to the lab. They replied with just what she suspected: they had tested Hippolyta's sweat. Her and Diana were not related.

"Go ahead with the plan," she replied curtly before sticking the phone back into her pocket and leaving the show. She had what she needed.