Fan-Picked Battle Royale

Something funded and picked out by some readers and backers when I posted out a call for characters to put into a bad girl battle royale. There's some callbacks to the Ashley girls, Valentina from the Zhang-Oh stories with some new powers, a villain from Agents of Shield... all sort of stuff picked out exclusively by posters and cans. I might just do another of these some day, but for now, enjoy the first one.
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This was it: the biggest match of the Multiversal Wrestling League had been arranged based on popular vote from fans and fighters from all manner of species and dimensions. The nine most popular combatants now stood in the ring for the main event, now that the fusion of Lara Croft and Dora the Explorer had beaten Mystique, and Jessica Rabbit had gotten a rather sloppy beating from Mrs. Buttersworth.

The fighters were all introduced around the extra large ring, from goddesses to college students. Kukulkan (formerly Quetzalcoatl) stretched in her side of the battlefield, the luchadora humanoid dragon goddess eying her opponents eagerly. She looked forward to the show that would be put on by their battle more than she did actual winning, not that she wouldn't give it her all regardless. Her long pants and mask of green and gold caught the spotlight as her bright red mane bounced along behind her.

The Greek goddess of war Enyo kept her eye on the vaguely mystical wrestler. The braided, war painted lover of Ares wore what was somewhere between a toga and a loincloth, the loose-fitting clothes barely covering what was the management had told her was required to compete.

The black-clad Valentina kept her hands on her hips, or more particularly her new revolvers. They appeared to be made of some kind of pink silver, the freshly reformed bandit queen having picked them off a couple of edgy young cupids who had been trying to shed their image as rosy-cheeked babies. The bullets would sting, though she'd rather rely on her martial arts in a ring match, but the bullets controlled human emotions; lust, fear, trust, and other settings she hadn't quite worked out to perfection. Her dark corset, high boots and long dress and coat completed her bad cowgirl look.

Aida occupied her own corner, the biological android watching her foes with a cold and calculating smirk. She was expected to be the wild card, an unstable and hateful AI put into a sexy artificial human body (a tall looker with long brown hair). The passably biological parts hid that she packed enough hardware to wield bursts of electricity, super strength, teleportation, and other advanced goodies to give her an edge.

Sharona shout out her hair around her horns and stretched her arms overhead. She looked forward to beating down the other divine creatures in the fight, tugging on the thighs of her skirted, spandex one piece they'd given her for the match. She shook out her red-pink hair until it whipped and forth between her booted legs, ready to let loose her demonic instincts against her foes.

Aunt Gertie was an odd one for the match for her own reasons. She was the manifestation of the spirit of Germany, but a rathe apologetic sort as of late. She was trying to shed the Nazi image she'd been stuck with over the last century or so. The busty, thickly-build blonde wore a snug brown uniform that could easily be associated with SOME extremist political parties, but clearly was not. She had gone over the armbands with a sharpie to show off the windmills that were so popular in her homeland.

Gabriella and Casey were odd in that they had no real powers to speak of whatsoever. Their popularity had landed them in the fight, though with implications of seduction and bribery involved in the rumor mill (Sharona had muttered about how she would have done the same "if it were THAT easy!"). They were both dark-haired college girls, though Casey was taller with big alluring eyes. Gabriella was shorter with a toned and perky ass.

"You think we can really do this? I think that one chick's a robot," Casey muttered to her teammate. The fight was a battle royale, but they'd made a point to both get put together in the fight so they could double team and use their numbers to their advantage.

“Just don’t let em see you sweat. And go for the little one instead,” Gabriella instructed, pointing towards the cute little succubus. “And watch out for that one.”

Kym Jane leaned in one of the corners, still smoking a joint and clad in her fishnet two-piece that hardly covered anything. Enyo would scowl at her for being allowed to wear that little as she exploited the technicality that she was wearing SOMEthing over her tits and ass. The girl had plenty of each, and she planned to use them and every dirty trick in the book to bring down the rest of her fellow lunatics.

A quick rundown of the rules made it clear; any ladies giving up, knocked out, or pinned for 5 seconds was out. With that out of the way, the bell rang and the girls rushed in.

Kukulkan and Enyo went right for each other, the battling godesses grabbing each other's hands and pushing against each other with gritted teeth. Enyo shifted and rammed a knee into Kukulkan's stomach, getting a grunt from the dragon goddess. She soaked up the hit, but grabbed the Greek fighter's attacking leg before hefting her up into a perfect suplex, drinking up the cheers of the crowd at the impressive maneuver.

Sharona dove for Aida, but the AI caught her by the neck and threw her aside. Sharona's back bounced painfully off one of the turnbuckles with a sharp groan while Kym went charging for the synthetic woman. She threw a punch for Aida's face, but she easily caught the fist in her hand and squeezed. The fetish model gave out a shrill scream of pain, but didn't grab for Aida's wrist. Her other hand was too busy holding her lit cigarette, which she jammed into Aida's eye. However robotic, Aida let out a scream and clutched for her face, wiping the ash from her face while Kym Jane slammed her in the crotch with a low kick. "At last some part of you's natural," Kym grinned as she rubbed her sore knuckles. "I thought you were all silicon tits and silicon chips."

Valentina drew and aimed her gun over at the approaching Auntie Gertie. "I'd watch your step there, kraut. You'll want to be careful who you make an enemy out of."

"Please!" Gertie gasped in her thick and rich German accent. "Kraut is a derogatory term from an older time, and I always work towards putting the past behind us." She flexed one thick hand to crack her knuckles. "I vill not, however, let such an obvious villain go unpunished."

"Suit yourself." Valentina fired, but was surprised when Gertie  thrust out her palms towards her. There was a loud noise of rushing water, but yellow-brown beer sprang from her hands and rushed towards the bandita. Valentina's bullet struck in between Gertie's impressive bosoms, sending both girls flying back. The Western villainess was blasted back over the ropes, tumbling from the ring and landing awkwardly on the outside.

Gertie rubbed her stinging chest for a moment before her eyes widened. Fear overtook her, seeing Valentina's dark clothes as spreading shadowy wings. "AHH!! Hilfe!!" she shrieked, turning and running from her downed foe rather than pursuing. She grabbed the cornered Sharona by the shoulder with panic in her eyes. "Dis woman! She is... a demon!"

"I have some bad news for you," Sharona said grimly as she grabbed Gertie by the hair.

Valentina had started to get back up, groggy and sticky from the blast of beer. "I always thought I was one to hold my liquor," the bandit grumbled, wiping some wet hair from her face. She was suddenly "helped" to her feet as Gabby grabbed her by the hair and pulled, leaning through the ropes and tearing at her dark locks.

"Got her!" Gabby reported as Casey slid out under the ropes. Casey punched Valentina in the stomach a few times, getting winded grunts from the trapped outlaw. Even as a thieving bandit queen, at least Valentina had always fought her opponents one on one.

Valentina kicked Casey in the stomach to shove her back into the guardrail. "Doesn't seem a little unsporting to you slutty smallfry?" she growled as she elbowed back into Gabriella's stomach.

"All's fair in a brawl. Too bad you don't have anyone worth teaming up with!" Casey crowed back.

"Then I'm sure you'll appreciate this." Valentina drew another of her Cupistols and fired a quick shot into Gabriella's thigh. The coed yelped from her higher ground as the bullet for betrayal kicked in. She growled and pounced over the ropes, tackling into Casey and the former allies starting to slap and claw at each other on the arena floor.

Enyo drove a few punches into Kukulkan's ribs as they grappled along the mats. "Foolish dragon! The Greeks invented wrestling!"

"Then it was the Mayans perfected it!" the redheaded dragon laughed back, rolling sharply and bending the war goddess into a boston crab. Enyo cried out in pain as her back was bent, the dragoness' powerful arms stretching out her leg muscles. It was starting to seem hopeless when Sharona threw Auntie Gertie by the hair, the husky woman colliding with Kukulkan and sending them both tumbling into the ropes.

"You immortal types should pay more attention to your surroundings," Sharona taunted as she moved after them. Kym had bent Aida over and started pounding on the back of her head when the AI thrust a hand into her big tits and released a blast of electricity. Kym went flying right between Sharona and Enyo, but the demoness didn't even alter her pace as she went over to the divine warrior.

Aida went to intercept her, just as a few loud pings sounded off against her back. She turned to find Valentina had pulled herself back into the ring, her emotional weapons leveled at her.

"You picked the wrong enemy to make, cowgirl," Aida growled at her.

"Then I picked the right kind of bullets for you." Valentina had switched it to affection, so Aida felt a strange rush of warmth as she focused her gaze on Valentina. "Now go fight those girls for me, won't you, sweetie?"

"Of... course," the artificial woman muttered dizzily, rubbing her head and turning back to face Valentina's foes instead. There was a shakey smile on her face as she pursued everyone but the bandita.

Enyo had already locked up with Sharona, the Greek goddess punching Sharona across the face to bring her to one knee. Sharona quickly bypassed the warrior's defenses with a punch to the crotch, surprising the goddess and flipping her over her shoulders. Enyo landed hard, but hooked her arm around Sharona's leg and dropped her to the mats with her, the two rapidly scrambling for position on top of each other as they kicked and clawed.

"My hair! You bitch!" Gabriella yelped, grabbing Casey's shirt and ripping it open to expose her bra.

"Dirty skank!" Casey hissed back, pulling and ripping Gabby's pants to reveal her thong panties to the cheering crowd. The bullets had easily overpowered their weak minds, leaving them obsessed with their own battle rather than the match itself. Just inside the ring, Kukulkan had shoved Gertie off of her and gotten her in a chokehold from behind. The busty blonde pulled and thrashed, face turning red from the dragoness' stranglehold.

"You grapple with gods and demons, woman! Submit!" the dragoness demanded.

"Ya," Gertie grunted, tugging at the arms. "But you face ze collective might of Germany's indomitable spirit!" She couldn't overpower the goddess' arm, but she could lean forward and shoulder-toss her to the mats. Kukulkan landed with a loud slam, Gertie quickly following up with rapid stomps to her abs and chest. "How does zat feel for a non-racially specific strength?!"

Kukulkan curled up defensively, blocking some of the stomps but impressed by the overly-German woman's strength. She caught her by the foot and shoved her back, Gertie flopping into the turnbuckle behind her. Kukulkan sprang up in a quick somersault, charging at the blonde to follow up but Gertie yelped and dove aside. Kukulkan bounced her big chest off the ringpost with a grunt, but before she could turn Gertia had already grabbed the back of her costume and hurled her high over the ropes.

The acrobatic lucha was well at home in the ring, and so reflexively lashed out a hand to grab onto the top rope. She was ready to slingshot herself back at Gertie, but looked down in time to see Casey and Gabby still bickered and attacking each other outside the ring. They had stripped each other down to their underwear, with Casey on top as she spanked Gabby viciously. Gabby was screaming but leaned up enough to pull on Casey's hair in return. Deciding that two heads bashed in were better than one, Kukulkan swung herself straight down instead and landing in one big body splash across their backs. Casey and Gabby were easily crushed by the incoming divebomb, flopping into a heap beneath the redhead as she raised her fists in sweaty triumph. She locked her powerful legs around both of their heads at once, leaving the bullies breathless and gagging as the lucha goddess let the audience count out their pin, causing them to vanish from the arena.

Sharona heard the crackling behind her and readily dove out of the way, leaving Enyo to be blasted by the lightning coming from Aida's hands. The Greek was blasted into the ropes, bouncing off in a smoking heap as she coughed on the mats. Sharon glared at the powerful robotic woman, unsure if she should clash with her when she could be more strategic instead... or go after one of those damned goddesses. Kym indifferently leapt onto Sharona's back, reaching over to claw at her tits. The redhead shrieked in pain, but had to duck down to avoid another blast of lightning from Aida.

"I'm getting real tired of this electric shit!" Sharona snapped in frustration as she struggled to get Kym off of her.

"It's why I always go battery-powered with my toys," Kym grinned, grabbing both of the demoness' breasts and leaning back, lifting her front up in a kind of twisted surfboard hold. Sharona howled in pain, but as Aida readied another blast for them, she was cut off by Gertie. She gave another thrust of her hand, beer-bending a wave of amber liquid into the cybernetic woman. There was a lot of smoke and fizzling as it surrounded her in a thick bubble of beer, shorting out her hands' generator.

"Ah, beer. Is zere nothink you cannot fix?" Gertie grinned. Aida appeared to choke on the stuff for a moment before she suddenly vanished in a burst of light, teleporting to the other side of the ring. "Ach du lieber! Zis is bordering on cheating now!"

"Just glad she's on my side," Valentina chuckled. Kym looked up just as she threw a roundhouse kick into the model's face, knocking her off of Sharona. "What do you say, red? Work for me until we clean up the rest?"

Sharona nodded, Valentina helping her up and going back to back with her as they moved towards a corner. Sharona spoke up briefly. "You should read your demon lore a bit closer. Hell was built on treachery..." With that, she reached over and grabbed Valentina's guns, crushing them to bits in her hands.

"What?! You hellborn bitch! I got those from cupids!" the outlaw seethed.

"Really? Even better. Fuck those chubby little angel bastards," Sharona scoffed.

Aida had frozen on the spot as the angelic weapons' powers faded. She blinked slowly and held her head, pulling at some of her hair. "You... you made me love you!" she seethed. "You manipulative... awful... you made me love! Do you know how much I HATE love!?" she barked furiously. An intense heat radiated off of her as steam started to rise from body. "I can't stand those in love... I'm going to end all of you... and me for doing such a crime!"

"Nice one!" Sharona snapped, shoving Valentina towards the steaming and crackling AI. "Stop her!"

"How?! You broke my guns!" Valentina snapped back, throwing a kick back into Sharona's stomach. "You get her!"

Gertie ran to hop out of the ring and hide behind the ring apron. "I know when I'm in over my head! I've learned my lesson! Don't start a land-war in Russia, and don't pick a fight with exploding robots!"

Enyo and Kym Jane tried to escape, but were too busy punching and clawing at each other to get out. Kym hit her with a kidney punch, but Enyo headbutted her back in their race to escape. With the girls all too tangled with each other to escape the blast radius, no one was able to stop Kukulkan from rushing into the ring and spearing Aida right in the chest. The two crashed down outside the ring, Aida grabbing for the dragoness but getting grabbed by her arms and pinned instead.

"Let me destroy them!" Aida snarled at her, but unable to overpower the Aztec goddess.

"No can do," Kukulkan said with a wry smirk. "A match where no one wins... that is no fun for the audience." Her one-liner got a quick cheer from the crowd as she shouted out over them. in a booming voice. She dramatically counted to five, just before Aida self-destructed outside the ring. It rattled the arena and shook the ring, knocking the girls over, but the light faded and Kukulkan was still in one piece, but slumped against the ring from the point blank blast. She and any remains of Aida were warped from the ring while the crowd cheered her noble and badass sacrifice.

The fighters slowly realized what had happened, taking a moment to recall that they were still fighting before getting back into it. Valentina threw a straight kick into Sharona's stomach, launching her back and away. Enyo picked up Kym by the hair and spiked her hard into the middle of the ring, bouncing her off the mats before the brunette clutched her back in pain. Enyo tried to pursue her when Gertie grabbed her leg from outside the ring, tripping her to the mats flat on her chest.

"Always with these meddling mortals!" Enyo growled, kicking at the blonde.

"Germany shall live forever!" Gertie declared. "Hail... er... freedom!" With that she pulled hard on Enyo's leg and drove her crotch into the hard elastic of the ropes. The goddess howled and struggled with her while Kym grabbed the Greek by the arms, pulling in the other direction. Enyo only briefly considered that it might be a rescue, but quickly realized Kym was only helping to torment her by pulling her in both directions like they wanted to split her in half.

Sharona brought herself to a stop, glaring back at Valentina. Before she could launch another attack on her, she saw Enyo trapped in the painful double hold. Unable to help but pick on a bound goddess, she grinned and switched her attention away from the cowgirl for her favored target, jumping up and driving her knee down into Enyo's stomach. The Greek grunted as she was squashed to the mats, groaning and holding her crushed abs. Gertie tried to crawl back into the ring while Valentina grabbed Kym from behind, driving a knee into her lower back just above the model's ass.

"I think I can handle you bunch now that the exploding bitch and the lucha monster are gone," Valentina smirked, latching her claws into Kym's scalp. The model was holding her aching back while the outlaw dragged her away, leaving Sharona to enjoy her latest victim. She split the war goddess' legs open and slammed her heel into Enyo's crotch. The Greek goddess screamed in pain and tried to cover up her groin while the bitter demon grinned sadistically.

"Nothing I love more than taking you righteous cunts down to size," Sharona taunted, raising her foot again and keeping Enyo's legs spread out. "I hope Ares wasn't planning on using this any time soon!"

"No! Please don't!" Enyo wailed, trying to shield her privates clumsily.

Sharona shrugged. "If you so say," she conceded, slammed her foot into Enyo's face and knocking her out cold instead of crushing her cunt. The bell sounded and the goddess vanished from the ring. The demoness gave a satisfied sigh, but hardly turned a step before she Auntie Gertie slammed bodily into her, squashing Sharona into a corner.

Kym was dragged by her hair by Valentina, the bandit queen kicking her in the stomach. "I don't need guns to deal with some bitch who acts tough and doesn't get her hands dirty," Valentina hissed. Kym Jane clawed at her attacker's arms, but took a moment to adjust her top. It was another quick gesture to slip on the brass knuckles she hid in her cleavage, intent on winning at any cost. She threw her metal-lined fist at Valentina's stomach, but the outlaw caught her wrist before it connected.

"Don't think you can surprise me that easily," she taunted, twisting Kym's wrist and getting a pained yelp out of her. "I practically invented fighting dirty back in my time."

"Yaaaagh! Well... I hope you invented pepper spray!" Kym had pulled her other secret weapon as well just in case, twisting and blasting its contents into Valentina's face. The outlaw screamed and tried to shield her burning eyes, Kym breaking free and hammering her with a few hard gut shots before flinging her across the ring. Gertie was leaning into a boob smother that had Sharona cornered and squirming in the corner, but she ducked aside when she heard the screaming Valentina flying towards her. Sharona and Valentina crashed into each other with a clumsy grunt, Kym following a moment later with a clothesline aimed for Auntie Gertie's head.

Gertie ducked under it, letting her hit the stumbling Sharona instead. Kym and Gertie traded quick glances, but the others made desperate grabs for them. The solid German lifted up Valentina, body slamming the blinded criminal beneath her to the mats. Kym threw a high kick into Sharona's head, sending her bouncing back and her head rebounding off the turnbuckle with a dull clang. Both of their foes flat on the mat, they each leapt onto them and pinned them for the 5 count with little more than a groan from Valentina and Sharona.

The last two fighters rose back up, the punkish model Kym Jane grinning across at the overly German Auntie Gertie.

"I've got to hand it to you," Kym taunted. "The whole Nazi thing was the best thing to happen to the S&M scene."

"Please! Zat is behind us! It is tasteless scum like you that keep us all from moving on," Gertie defended huffily.

"Ha! I don't need taste to kick your Auschwitz!"

"Too soon!!" Gertie erupted at her, clenching her fists and taking a swing at the model.

Kym ducked under the blow, sending a sharp slap across Gertie's bulging chest. The German gasped as her hefty boobs jiggled around, but she slammed her own fist into Kym's breast. The model yelped as her jug was crushed into her chest.

"Ow! Watch the moneymakers!" she snapped, hugging her chest. Kym went back for her pepper spray, but Gertie summoned a burst of beer to fire from over her shoulder. It caught Kym right in the face, making her drop the spray and crashing back against the ropes. Her arms grabbed onto the top for balance as Gertie summoned the beer into a dense bubble around her head. "Ho ho! Had enough, party girl?" she taunted as she waited for her to run out of air.

The bubble started getting smaller until Kym swallowed the last drop and gave a loud burp. "Good shit. I've have worse," she taunted. The German was surprised enough that Kym bounced off the ropes and dropkicked her in the chest, sending Gertie slamming to the mats. Kym mounted her back while the German was reeling, grabbing the top of her uniform and pulling it up and off.

"Nooo! My majestic mountain landscapes!" Gertie wailed miserably, but the cackling Kym tore it and her bra off, whirling the uniform over her head and flinging it to the audience. Gertie blushed and covered her chest, rolling over and firing off several more blasts of beer. Kym dodged around them with the clumsy short-range shots, grabbing Gertie by the legs and twisting on one. Gertie let out a quick cry, starting to power her way out of the move as her thick leg pulled Kym along with it. Kym dropped one more dirty trick as she shoved her hand under Gertie's skirt, burying her nails into her pussy.

"AGHHHH! Neiiiin! My Partnach Gorge!" Gertie wailed. It's a canyon in German. I Googled it. She flailed and reached for the ropes, grabbing onto them desperately. There was no rope break in the rules, and even if there were Kym probably wouldn't have stopped the combination cunt claw and leg-breaking hold.

"You can give up!" Kym laughed at her. "That or I rip you a second pussy to match the old one! You know you're ready to crack, fatty!"

Gertie had tears in her eyes as she glared back. "Dummkopf! Did you think I was holding onto ze ropes because of you?" she snapped.

Kym looked at her in confusion, but she saw a gleam of strangely yellow light go across the ring. She looked up and saw a whale-sized bubble of beer floating overhead, starting to block the spotlights. There were all kinds of excited fans in the audience, and sexy sporting events meant lots of beer for her to pull from. Combined with her own summoned supply, she'd been building it up for some time. "Enjoy some German hospitality! Have a refill!"

Kym let go of her to try to run, but what crashed down was a waterfall of booze that flushed over the entire ring. Gertie held tightly onto the ring, not immune to her own torrent but braced for it unlike the panicking Kym. When the last of it fell, Kym was in a puddle, coughing and dazed against the guard rail. She clumsily pulled herself back upright, but the wet, beer-covered, topless blonde climbed the turnbuckle by then, and when she stood back up, Kym was treated to a flying belly flop that crushed her back to the floor with a thick splash. Kym bounced hard on the floor while Gertie leaned with her hands down on her shoulders. Even with the childish pin, Kym couldn't get up from her crushing weight and the jarring splash. The bell rang out as the announcer boomed overhead.

"Here is your winner! Auntie Gertie!" The busty blonde sat up, smiling awkwardly at the delighted audience as she tried to shake off her fatigue. She started to wave, with calls of "Danke! Danke!" before she froze and slapped her arms around her chest. The crowd whistled and cheered, and with a heavy blush she conceded to lower her arms. "Ze tourism board is paying me extra for zis," she muttered under her breath.

“That’s all for tonight, everyone! Tune in next time for the Multiversal Wrestling League for Greta Gravity vs She Hulk, and your character vs that guy over there’s character!”

Goddesses of Battle (Iroquois vs Japan)

another commission I started, and possibly another of a string/series of stories. Pantheons of goddesses doing battle for honor and/or to humiliate the others by turning them into servants of theirs

The deities of old were a proud bunch, no matter where they came from. It was not uncommon for boasting or threats to arise when one pantheon met another, and often duels emerged from them. These were preferred to entire wars between the deities, being quicker and more personal. It was one of such interactions that had brought the six goddesses together: three of the Japanese goddesses met with three of those from the Iroquois tribe's pantheon.

"So we are agreed," Atahensic clarified as the divine women gathered. She was a woman of long dark hair and richly brown skin, and as the creation goddess of the Iroquoi, bore final say for her side of the feud. "We hold the three battles that shall only end when one fighter has admitted their loss. Those who are beaten will worship the winner and swear to be their handmaiden. The winners will continue fighting until all of either side has been defeated."

“Agreed,” Konohanasakuya-hime noted. Amaratsu gestured at the air in front of her and 6 cards appeared in front of them. The deities drew them and compared them to find their matches that would act as their first opponents.

The first fight was for Eithinoha, the Iroquois goddess of the underworld and crops, spoke gently but with great confidence. Like many of her order, she had skin the color of soft leather, long dark hair, and a buckskin she wore like a dress. She faced Inari, the woman with nine fox tails and ears to match, and pure white fur. Despite her pristine appearance, the arrogant beauty smirked and put her fists on the hips of her short, silver kimono.

“I remember a time when death gods were actually scary,” Inari taunted haughtily, striding into the center of their open, empty space they used for their arena. “I guess some saggy-titted pig will have to do for my first deity duel in a long time.

“I would spend more time thinking strategy than boasting,” Eithinoha warned sternly, taking up a loose fighting stance. A great gong rang overhead to declare the start of their showdown, and the two of them rushed for each other. Eithinoha grabbed for Inari’s collar of her low-hanging kimono. Inari gasped briefly, but then vanished from sight. Eithinoha had a moment to frown grimly when several more Inaris appeared around her. “Cowardly,” she cursed, recalling that so long as they primarily used their bare hands, limited use of their powers was permitted by the rules of their grim games.Inaru had the power over illusions, so she would make for a slippery foe while she was permitted to use them.

“Oh like you haven’t been in a gangbang before, you slut,” Inari taunted, as one of her seemingly illusory clones slapped Eithinoha on the ass. The harvest goddess spun around and grabbed her foe by the hair before she could retreat, the attack forcing her to reveal herself. Inari winced as Eithinoha pulled her into a knee to the belly, winding the fox goddess as she fell to her knees. Eithinoha pulled down her already low kimono to drive several high kicks into Inari’s tits. She grunted and shuddered from each hit, and appeared as if she were ready to collapse from the pain when she suddenly looked up at Eithinoha. Her eyes flashed and her pained but lovely face turned into a serpent’s and lashed out at the underworld goddess.

Eithinoha leapt back, only realizing what Inari had done with her illusion a moment too late. The fox girl dove after her, and while the Iroquois moved to stop her, the Japanese fighter was too quick in lunging her fingers up into Eithinoha's snatch. The soft spoken deity gasped and bent far over, clutching her crotch as Inari giggled at her.

"Oh, were you bowing already? I didn't know I'd won!" the impish goddess taunted as she grabbed Eithinoha by the hair. The stunned Native American was thrown to the ground, Inari tearing off her buckskin garb and stomping on the downed and naked woman's back. Eithinoha winced and tried to feebly protect herself, but couldn't create any practical defense in this position. She finally resorted to her powers, her body becoming partially see-through. Inari's next stomp went right through her body, confusing the fox spirit as Eithinoha dove right through her, passing by harmlessly like a ghost.

Inari turned with a confused look on her face, wondering why she hadn't used it earlier. She assumed it was some matter of honor, but when Eithinoha was safely away from her, she let the power fade and gasped deeply for air as if she was winded. Clearly it was an exhausting power to use, despite its effectiveness.

"Ha! Even your powers are pathetic!" Inari gloated, stepping after the naked goddess. Eithinoha threw a punch at her, but the swift vixen caught her wrist and punched the native in the stomach. She fell to her knees with a grunt as Inari grabbed and twisted her arm behind her back in a painful submission. "Better start worshipping now if you want to keep that arm."

Eithinoha winced and struggled with the hold, finally twisting the other direction and driving her elbow into Inari's cheek. The vixen grunted and lost the hold as the Iroquois deity pulled away and turned to face her. Inari rubbed her reddened cheek with a scowl aimed at her opponent.

"I will never bow," Eithinoha defied, clearly sore and winded but intent on continuing the fight.

"Then you're a fool as well as a whore," Inari scoffed. "I'll show you why your foreign scum are the weaker order." Several more doppelgangers appeared around Eithinoha, all of them charging at once with hands ready to punch, claw, or grab at her. Eithinoha became incorporeal again, getting a confident scoff from Inari as she committed to exhausting herself again. However, as she and her illusions came to a stop on where she stood, Eithinoha leapt back and threw out a hand at them. While she was the guide of spirits to the underworld, she was also a harvest goddess. She let her phantasmal form return to normal as roots and vines started to grow out from the ground and lash out at the Inaris above them. The clones vanished on contact, but the true vixen was wrapped up as they grabbed her arms and tore at her clothes.

"Hey! No fair!" she whined. "I didn't know you could do that!"

"Some of us are clever enough to not show all of our secrets," Eithinoha smirked at her. "But I suppose a loud mouthed fool like you wouldn't understand that." She stepped up and slapped the Japanese fighter across the face several times, putting real power behind the blows rather than the mocking smacks that Inari might have favored. The vixen's head snapped back and forth from the hits, struggling against the vines but powerless to break free now that she was caught.

"I'll escape," she snapped, glaring angrily but with a pout to her childish words. "I'll get out of these vines and kick your ass again!"

"You will not last so long," Eithinoha corrected. "I'll see to that." She snapped her fingers and one hard root shot up from the ground and rammed itself into Inari's pussy, planting itself inside her crotch. The fox girl screamed in pain as it pumped itself inside of her, shaking her head wildly.

"NO! NO, STOP! I GIVE! I YIELD!" Inari shrieked as she was still fucked by the solid root.

"Prove it. Worship me," Eithinoha ordered, soft but stern as she stepped up and pressed her bigger breasts into Inari's face. The teary-eyed fox girl didn't hesitate for long before she leaned in and kissed and sucked on the darker woman's chest. The gong rang again, cuing Eithinoha's victory as the roots returned to the ground, leaning Inari to lean weakly against her new mistress. "There's a good handmaiden," she purred, running her hand through Inari's pure white hair. "Now prove your true loyalty to my pleasure. On all fours, you dirty fox."

Inari whimpered anxiously, but went to her hands and knees. Eithinoha raised a foot to her face, which Inari obediently kissed and licked as she looked up for her approving smirk. "Good... for a start. I'll be sure to make proper use of you later. But one thing first." She walked around behind Inari, grabbing one of her fluffy, writhing tails. She forced it down between her legs and squeezed her thighs around it, the dominant goddess grinding on one of Inari's tails. She gasped and blushed over her pale skin as her proud tails were violated. She whimpered and wriggled her tails a bit, but didn't dare move after she'd just sworn her loyalty to the victorious goddess. The Iroquois faction chuckled in amusement as Eithinoha practically fucked Inari's ass through her tail, finally cumming and squirting over the abundance of white fur. Inari cringed shamefully, but kept her mouth shut. She was at least honorable enough by her pride as a goddess to keep her word as Eithinoha dragged the naked fox girl back to her side of the battlefield, where she clasped a strap of leather over her neck like a collar.

The second bout ready, the fighters stepped out to the battlefield. Konohanasakuya-hime was a quiet and gentle-looking woman, her skin a tone of pink only found in cherry blossoms. She wore a similarly pink and white kimono, lined with the finely dyed image of Mt. Fuji over which she reigned. Doendzowes was a more blatant sort of beautiful, her hide garments more revealing than the rest of her pantheon. The barefooted dancer bore a bright smile and had a subtle but recognizable spring to her step. The Iroquois goddess of earthquakes gave a light spin on her toes, her long wild hair tossing behind her.

"So it seems we will see if earthquakes can topple a mountain," Doendzowes noted playfully.

"Something like that..." Konohanasakuya mused. The gong rang and the Japanese deity thrust her hand out towards the dancing girl. The ground cracked and quaked in a wave towards her, but Doendzowes leap gracefully out of its way. As her feet touched down, a similar ripple came from her toes as she twirled and stomped, her feet sending earthquakes back at the mountain goddess. Konohanasakuya thrust again, the waiting deities bracing themselves as the fighters hurled literal earthquakes at each other. The ground turned up in jagged rock and crags, seeming caught in a stalemate on the geological war.

The Iroquois broke the ranged battle first, darting forward on her strong legs with surprising speed. She leapt and kicked off of several of the uprooted stones, finally springing off one to kick Konohanasakuya in the face. The Asian deity stumbled, but Doendzowes flipped over her head and kneed her in the back. "No wonder mountains never move. They're far too slow," Doendzowes gloated as she swept the legs out from under Konohanasakuya. She stomped her foot down onto the Asian deity's stomach, getting a short grunt before the resulting earthquake rocked through her belly.

Konohanasakuya gasped more sharply, rocked by the bone-cracking shockwave that went through her. Still, she grabbed the dancer's foot before she could withdraw it. "And dancers are useless when they cannot move," she noted grimly, swinging the leg to smash Doendzowes into the nearest boulder and shattering it on impact. The dancer was still in the fight, but dazed from the big blow. The Japanese goddess tossed and slammed her around by the leg, battering her around. Doendzowes managed to land a few kicks at her arms and chest, but her iron-like grip held on.

Doendzowes finally twisted sharply enough to land in a handstand, righting herself and throwing a swift punch at the charging Konohanasakuya's head. The mountain deity took the hit rather than lose track of her foe, her head snapping to one side but catching Doendzowes again, this time by the neck. "Have you ever wondered what it was to fall from Mount Fuji?" she threatened softly, lifting Doendzowes off her feet and then choke slamming her into the ground with a massive shudder of the ground itself. The dancer flopped limply in her grip as the arena bent into a crater from the force of the blow. The Iroquois was out cold, but that didn't end the match. The worship did.

Konohanasakuya got to work so that when Doendzowes awoke, she had a number of the rough boulders pushed over on top of her. She jerked and pulled, but she was pinned down by the weight. The mountain goddess smiled down at the trapped deity. "Ah, good. You're up. That weight would have crushed a mortal being."

"Let me go," the dancer growled, pulling and struggling but unable to move much at all in this position, and certainly not able to dance.

"Once you agree to worship." The Asian goddess gave a slow gesture and from the cracks in the ground, lava began to pour out and run towards Doendzowes. "Otherwise, we can experiment and learn what else you can withstand."

Doendzowes felt the bubbling lava coming towards her and tensed, sweating just from being near the stuff. Realizing she was caught and about to be cooked alive as it slithered closer to her, she shook her head. "I yield! I'll praise you!"

The lava pulled back, retreating into its cracks as Konohanasakuya approached. A firm wave of her hand made another earthquake that tossed away or shattered the boulders, but as Doendzowes tried to rise, the mountain goddess pushed her back down and lifted her kimono, sitting her pretty pink pussy down on her face. The dancer squirmed and squealed in protest, but the pleased hum of Konohanasakuya showed she was fulfilling her expected duties. She wiggled her hips, grinding over the dancer's lovely features. Her skilled hands ran over Konohanasakuya's thighs, parting them to reach the precious flesh of her new owner. The earth shook once more as Konohanasakuya orgasmed over her face, her kimono a veil to the sight but clear what was happening by Konohanasakuya's passionate gasps. She finally sat up, revealing the Iroquois’ soaked face as she humbly followed her mistress back to her side of the field.

The last of the fighters stepped out, knowing at least one more battle would be had with the single win to each side. Someone would still have to defeat Konohanasakuya and Eithinoha to finalize which pantheon was superior, after all.

Amaterasu was Japan's sun goddess, always glowing faintly and with skin a matching bright white. The radiant aura even glowed through the robe of the cheery and warm deity. Atahensic stood across from her, quite her opposite with her grim scowl and serious stance. She was the goddess of the moon and all creation to the Iroquois, and the long-haired deity looked forward to owning the sun as her pet.

"It will be a pleasure doing battle with you," Amaterasu chimed politely with a bow, but Atahensic just scowled back seriously. The gong sounded and the moon goddess charged in first. Amaterasu braced herself for the attack, but her body suddenly glowed with an even brighter light. Atahensic shielded her eyes in surprise, allowing Amaterasu to slip past her attack and knee her in the belly. The creation goddess grunted but barely budged; she had been cast out of the world above to Earth, so it would take more than a few cheap shots to bring her down.

As Atahensic tried to rub the spots from her eyes, Amaterasu drove a few punches into her ribs. It drew more grunts from the solid Iroquois, but she turned and grabbed the sun goddess by the chest of her kimono. She gasped and tried to escape the tight grip, but when that failed she grabbed Atahensic by her breasts. the light from her hands glowed brighter, and as the moon goddess quickly learned, burned hotter. Atahensic's breasts stung with the heat as it burned away the front of her buckskin top, hissing and letting go as she pulled back from the sun deity.

Amaterasu giggled at her success and moved after her, but Atahensic gestured broadly and several silvery specks of light appeared in the air between them. The Japanese deity didn't have to wonder what they did for long as she brushed one brushed against her hip. She yelped and jolted away as it stung her with a freezing cold, as if made of ice rather than light. The jerk made her back hit another, and found herself twitching from one to another as if she were caught in a chilly minefield.

Atahensic stepped in and backhanded the sun goddess to the ground, taking her by the hair to force the sun goddess into a chokehold. "Surrender now," she growled, her first real words in the fight. "Before I snuff your little lights out."

Amaterasu grabbed her opponent's forearm, stinging her with the heat again. Atahensic still held on tight, her endurance and being prepared for the burn this time making her keep from losing her grip again. She squeezed Amaterasu tighter, the once chipper goddess gagging and flailing in a panic. "P-please," she managed to choke out, but the brutal moon deity just stood up and tightened her grip further, mashing Amaterasu's head back between her breasts. The Japanese fighter tried one last trick, raising her hand in front of Atahensic's face and creating a strong flash of the last of her light. Atahensic flinched and let her go, but as Amaterasu tried to run and regroup, the big creation goddess swung a leg out that kicked the fleeing Asian right between the legs. The sun goddess went down in an instant, clutching her privates and absolutely paralyzed by the lucky shot. As soon as Atahensic could see enough to grab and rip off her kimono, she squealed out her surrender. "I give! I worship you!"

The gong sounded again, but the goddess of the moon seemed to ignore her plea, or at least did not behave differently. She stuck two fingers up Amaterasu's pussy from behind, getting her to squeak weakly as her freshly bashed genitals were toyed with. Atahensic roughly pulled the sun goddess' hair to face her, thrusting her exposed breasts into her face. Amaterasu meekly kissed and worshipped her breasts, blushing hard across the pale white skin of her cheeks. Atahensic watched her with a grim smirk of amusement before pulling her fingers out and smacking her on the ass. "Go back to my space. I'll make good use of you tonight, but I'll be fighting next."

The sun goddess crawled pathetically back as the other fighters looked slightly surprised. "You only just fought," Eithinoha reminded her. "I am rested and ready to..."

"A few flashing lights aren't enough to break a goddess of creation," Atahensic insisted. "Thank you, but I will end this one quickly." She looked across at the one remaining Japanese deity, and Konohanasakuya-hime shrugged and stepped away from her humbled dancer of a servant. "Very well. If I must beat all three of you to show our superiority, I shall."

The gong rang once again as the chief deities both went at each other. Perhaps out of respect, they left their powers out at first and began grabbing and punching at each other. Atahensic grabbed the kimono and punched the mountain goddess in the stomach several times, but Konohanasakuya swept her legs and threw the moon goddess to the ground. She mounted her and punched Atahensic's breasts several times, but the Iroquois pulled open her foe's kimono and crushed one of her breasts in her hand. The goddess of Mt Fuji yelped and pulled back, letting Atahensic kick her in the stomach and start to take control of the fight again. She grabbed the Japanese deity by the hair and summoned another field of her icy stars, hurling her into them. Her kimono all but fallen off, Konohanasakuya gave a pained cry as the lights seemed to sear her flesh as she passed them by. Atahensic followed her safely through the mess and grabbed her by the arm, attempting another beating when the mountain deity grabbed her by the hips. Konohanasakuya lifted her up in a sudden feat of strength, summoning a small pool of lava beneath her and slamming her foe's ass down right on top of the scorching puddle.

The stoic Atahensic screamed and rolled aside, holding where the last of her attire burned away and her bare ass was a bright red, singed where it would have melted the flesh off a mortal. She held herself up on all fours until Konohanasakuya made a quick earthquake, taking her limbs out from under her. Atahensic rolled over to her back to try to sit up, just for Konohanasakuya to stomp down on her bare pussy, drawing a howl out of the downed Iroquois. "For my sister goddess," she hissed sharply, the pink deity giving her a second for good measure before Atahensic covered up her crotch in pain. "Now submit and end it all."

Instead of surrendering, Atahensic grabbed the Asian's leg and tripped her onto her back as well. She pulled her closer and stuck her fingers into Konohanasakuya's pussy, spreading out her loins. The mountain goddess almost thought it was a sign of her trying to plead with the winning deity, but Atahensic applied her godly magic once again by summoning a freezing star inside of her opponent's crotch.

Konohanasakuya screamed as the inescapable cold invaded her warm snatch, thrashing and trying to crawl away. Pain and heat were one thing, but the penetrating sensation of the icy cold was maddening. Atahensic held onto her and summoned a second, then a third. "I'll spawn a whole galaxy in your weak foreigner cunt if I have to," Atahensic growled, stuffing another finger into Konohanasakuya's crowded pussy. She shook her head wildly and slapped at the ground. "NO! NO! STOP! I YIELD! NO MORE!"

The stars vanished at that and an even louder gong declaring the Iroquois the winners. Doendzowes sighed in relief and returned to her pantheon as Konohanasakuya sobbed in shame, her allies moaning and wailing in despair. "My sisters and I welcome our new sworn servants," Atahensic gloated, grinning down at her new pet deity as she gripped her by the hair and threw her to the ground. She shoved her sweaty feet into Konohanasakuya's face, who whimpered as she kissed and licked them clean. Atahensic pulled away any remaining clothing and or accessories on her, leaving the decorated deity looking like a simple, naked slave. Atahensic squatted down and spread her legs expectantly, the submissive goddess force to eat out her dark-skinned mistress.

"For a goddess, you make an awful lover," the moon goddess insulted her. She whistled and gestured to her other pet, Amaterasu joining her partner as the two shoved their faces together and tangled their tongues in an unwilling French kiss to pleasure their mistress. Amaterasu adored having the two powerful women as her love slaves, and it wasn't long before pride and lust alone made her squirt over both of their faces.

"Quite the collection we have here," Eithinoha noted, tugging on Inari's leash.

Doendzowes looked over at the beaten woman who had bested her earlier. "Indeed... perhaps we should find some more," the dancer offered with a sly grin.

Wonder Woman vs Power Girl: Divine Intervention

another chapter in the storyline of Power Girl and Wonder Woman's rivalry after PG marries the queen of the amazons. This time, WW goes over her head and tries to get the goddesses of Olympus on her side, with mixed results

Wonder Woman had enough with her mother's marriage. Power Girl had repeatedly humiliated her, even if some of it was by mistake or by Diana's own challenges. When she could not appeal to the queens (her mother and PG), she had to go higher still. She scaled into the sacred mountains and sought audience with Athena. She had long served the goddess of wisdom and combat with her fearless and honorable battles, so surely she was owed at least this much.

The war goddess, in her robes and long, curly brown hair, heard Diana plead her case and understood. While she was indeed powerful, she was not the goddess she would need to see. All the amazon weddings were blessed by priestesses of Aphrodite, the goddess of love and pleasure. Still, Athena was willing to take Diana straight there and vouch for her.

When they arrived at the grand temple of Aphrodite, it was much more extravagant to match the lovely and sexual goddess. Statues of gold showed intertwined lovers in positions that made Diana blush, and the structure inside seemed to be comprised entirely of giant pillars and great, fluffy pillows.

"Diana! So love to see you!" Aphrodite gushed, the even bustier blonde goddess appeared, quickly catching the unprepared Diana in a big warm hug. There was a faint cracking noise as Diana grunted. The power of a hug from the goddess of affection was a force to be reckoned with, even if she followed it up with a firm kiss on Diana's cheek.

"You as well, love goddess," Diana said respectfully as she tried not to rub her ribs in front of the deliverer of the hug. "Athena has brought me-"

"Yes, Athena!" She had a bit more of an edge with Athena, using her name more pointedly as she turned to the fellow goddess. Their eyes met coldly, the two never fond of one another. Athena had never approved of Aphrodite, the deity of sex causing all manner of infidelity and affairs among the pantheon of Olympus. Aphrodite bore a grudge not only for Athena's judgement of her own realm, but she knew that her husband carried a crush on the powerful war goddess. Hephaestus would never actually act on it, but it was still a blow to the sexy and beautiful deity's ego.

But Aphrodite was quick to soften her gaze and smiled wider at Athena. "So good to see you again, sister goddess."

"There's really no need-" Athena started, but Aphrodite still caught her in a hug, her bigger breasts pushing into Athena's and planting a kiss on the trapped warrior's cheek.

"Now what is it I can do for you two? I'm always one to stay interested in the affairs of mortals."

"Affairs is right," Athena muttered as she was set back down, adjusting her hair while Aphrodite just smiled like she hadn't heard the comment.

Diana plead her case, and Aphrodite sat back in one of her great and comfortable lounging couches, tapping her chin. "I suppose I could remove the blessing, but I would have no reason to myself... they make such a lovely couple, and strong rulers. However, I am willing to make a deal."

"What sort of deal?" Diana asked. She felt in her heart that she'd do anything to free her mother from the foreign pervert of a bride, not matter how she seemed to enjoy her company. Of course, she knew all the old legends, and to make your choices carefully when dealing with gods.

"I shall remove my blessing of the marriage, but only if you can win a contest; yourself and Athena against myself and the queen you so detest. One can only lose by verbal submission. If you two can defeat me and Karen, I void the marriage in my eyes. However, if you lose, there will be consequences for your defiance... both of you." Athena raised her eyebrows at being mentioned, but folded her arms and listened. "Should we win, Athena must work for me as my servant for one year. Diana will serve as Karen's servant, but only for one month. Instead, she will never again be able to challenge Karen's leadership, and she will get a tattoo of my choosing on her lower back. Right above that pretty ass of hers."

"What sort of tattoo?" Diana frowned at the suggestion of what the men on the outside world called a "tramp stamp."

"I was thinking something to the effect of 'Conquered by Kryptonian love' in in kryptonese." Aphrodite waved a hand in the air, spelling out the alien characters in the empty space. "Nothing too embarrassing. Only a handful of people on the planet can read it."

Athena nudged Diana discreetly, getting the superheroine to meet her eye. The war goddess nodded subtly, confident in their odds. She had her godly might at her disposal, and her knowledge of infinite battles would certainly prove useful.

"I agree," Diana said firmly, and Athena nodded as she stepped forward.

"As do I, sister."

"Wonderful," Aphrodite smiled. "It will be such fun, I'm sure."

As they left the realm of Aphrodite, Athena took Wonder Woman by the shoulder to slip out of sight. "Here, Diana," she said, reaching into a pocket of her cloak. She took out a small silver charm, handing it over as the heroine slipped it around her neck. "It contains a portion of my power. It should be enough to make you a match for Power Girl’s might and speed, so I entrust that your amazon training will be able to do the rest."

Diana stared at the amulet and its implied power, but nodded as she slipped it around her neck, resting right between her breasts. "I will cherish it, my goddess. I will not let you down." She had to wonder if it was fair to interfere so, but it was a duel between gods and mortals, not to mention Diana's alien heritage. If it was just to even the playing field for a just cause, it felt fair enough to her.

They didn't know that Aphrodite had her own interference in mind. Rather than aiding Karen, she discretely slipped into the realm of Athena. There was a ring that drained the might from even gods, made by her husband in his miraculous smithing chambers. Athena would be suspicious of any gifts, so she slid it in place of one of the chain links on Athena's prized belt that she wore to all manner of battles and contests. She was certain she would wear it, and feel her curse before long into the fight.

The fight would take place in the coliseum on Paradise Island. Bags full of weapons and toys were littered around the great fighting pit, widely varied when you considered just what a race of warrior women would consider being a weapon or a toy. Nearly the entire kingdom was in attendance, as well as many outsiders. Several other heroes and heroines were there, as well as the rest of the gods who had descended out of curiosity. Power Girl had invited her new but good friend Harley Quinn back, and she had been sure to invite a lot of her old friends as well. She sat with her feet up on the seat in front of her, surrounded by the likes of Giganta (at normal size, even if that was still plenty tall), Cat Woman, Cheetah, and Poison Ivy.

In fact, it felt like the only face that Diana would recognize as missing was her mother, but that was because Hippolyta was off in France. Power Girl had put together a line of clothes that showed off amazon fashion, and Hippolyta had been glad to show it off to the world for her. As they spoke, she was walking down a runway in front of flashing cameras in red high heels and matching attire. Of course, amazons didn’t tend to wear very much, so apart from her heels, she was in nothing but a thong.

While Diana and Athena wore traditional warrior's garb over their fit but curvy bodies, Aphrodite and Power Girl arrived in bright pink attire. Aphrodite had continued her theme of love and pleasure by wearing what looked like a pink dominatrix outfit, with thigh high boots and tight leather fitting snugly around her crotch and the biggest set of breasts in the arena. She had offered Power Girl a matching outfit, essentially a pink version of her usual crime fighting attire. Aphrodite insisted that it brought out PG's "inner beauty," but had failed to mention that she had also laced the costume with red kryptonite to make sure that Power Girl fought with everything she had, even against her daughter.

Wonder Woman and Athena braced themselves on the other side of the arena, even if Aphrodite watched them with a big, playful smile. Athena had made their plan very clear before the fight: "I'll handle Aphrodite. You just keep up with your queen." It sounded perfect to Diana, who was itching for some payback after all the shame she'd gone through trying to defend her kingdom.

With hardly any wait, the great gong rang through the stadium to cue the start of the fight. Athena and Aphrodite had shot towards each other and clashed before the ringing could stop. Athena cracked a punch across Aphrodite's jaw, refusing to let the unfaithful deity try any of her tricks. She caught Aphrodite in a headlock, but the pink-clad goddess drove her elbow back into her stomach. Athena grunted and let go, confirming that at the level of strength the fighters were using, any sort of armor would be purely decorative. The war goddess was winded, letting Aphrodite grab her by the ankle and swing her over her head before smashing into the ground.

Love and war did battle as Power Girl and Wonder Woman clashed not far off. The superheroes locked hands and leaned into each other, Power Girl's bigger breasts pushing into Wonder Woman's. "Well, someone's gotten better," PG noted aloud. "But a little power boost won't help you win." PG swept her foot behind Diana's legs, taking them out from under her and throwing her to the ground. Wonder Woman knocked some sand loose from the arena with her impact, but when Karen closed in on her, she balanced on her hands and acrobatically kicked her boots up into the blonde's chest.

PG staggered back before Diana tackled her around the middle, bringing her queen to the ground and throwing punches into her face. Karen remained surprised at how hard they hit, but she caught Diana by her long, dark hair and pulled her into a headbutt. With her daughter seeing stars, the blonde hurled her off and pressed her knee into Diana's back, catching one of her arms and twisting it back. "I've got to admit..." she said with a wicked grin as Diana struggled to pull free. "You're getting me as proud as you are annoyed."

The crowd didn't know where to look between the simultaneous battles of goddesses and heroines. Athena tumbled to a stop beside on of the bags, drawing and throwing a javelin from inside. Aphrodite easily sidestepped it as she approached and feinted a kick for Athena's head. As the war goddess tried to block it, Aphrodite instead twisted her hip and bumped her tempting buttocks into Athena's face, knocking her silly to the ground.

"You're getting sloppy. Something the matter?" Aphrodite cooed. "Maybe you just have trouble acting under pressure."

"I'll teach your pathetic body a thing or two about pressure," Athena threatened, pushing herself back up. She felt distracted... different somehow. She couldn't have known about Aphrodite's enchantment that was draining her power, and having given a portion of it to Diana wasn't going to help that any. Athena changed with sudden ferocity, driving her shoulder into the love goddess' stomach and smashing her back into the edge of the arena. Athena pounded several fists into her side, working her ribs until Aphrodite balled her fists together and smashed them over the Olympian brunette's back.

Athena hit the sand with a hard grunt, holding her back when Aphrodite grabbed her by the hair and forced her back up. The war deity was still recovering, allowing her to smash her head into the stone wall of the fighting pit. Aphrodite pulled her back for another harsh impact, but Athena braced her hand on the wall to stop it short. She shoved Aphrodite's hand out of her hair and spun around, trying to wrestle her to the ground. Aphrodite caught her wrists as the two struggled for leverage. The deities seemed evenly matched as they were, breasts mashing together as Aphrodite's bigger, softer rack threatened to swallow up her rival's... until Athena felt her grip weaken. Her strength faltered in a moment, and it was all that Aphrodite needed to press her chest into Athena's and crush her against the wall.

"What did you do, you cheating wench?" Athena demanded, struggling to push Aphrodite back. She didn't budge an inch.

"Oh, just having a bit of fun. You do know how much I enjoy fun, Athena." With that, the crowd burst into approving cheers as Aphrodite planted her lips on Athena's and forced her into a deep, passionate kiss. Athena hardly had time to be humiliated before she felt the goddess' magic forced itself onto her.

Diana continued to struggle against Power Girl's submission hold, finally throwing herself at the proper angle to roll over and knock the blonde off of her. PG tried to rise, but Wonder Woman swung her fists in a hammer blow that sent her flying back into the stadium walls beneath some of her roaring fans. Diana charged after her and caught the blonde heroine by the neck, holding her against the hard stone to try to choke her out. Karen took Diana by the throat for a similar approach, but her fingers brushed over the thin chain that was attached to Diana's pendant. Diana wasn't one for jewelry unless it had some mystical or weaponized purpose, so PG was quick to pull off the chain with one quick pull. Diana gasped as she saw Karen holding the enchanted item and felt the strength leaving her body.

"You didn't need this, did you?" Karen asked with a mocking smile before she crushed it in her fist. Diana stared in shock as the metal, forged by gods or not, fell apart into scrap metal on the arena floor. Power Girl only had to thrust her chest forward to knock Diana backward, unable to stop even her most basic of breast attacks in her state of shock. Diana tripped and fell to one knee, just for the grinning PG to swing her shoulders, slapping Diana across the face with her impressive chest.

Athena spotted Diana going down from the tit slap, turning around and breaking out of Aphrodite's kiss. The princess had lost her one advantage. "Diana! Just-" She was surprised when she her lips could only mouth out the rest of the sentence. Something was wrong. "The words "give up" fell short as if they had been ripped from her throat by... she whirled back to look at Aphrodite with an expression of shock.

The lovely blonde goddess just smiled back at her, licking her lips as if savoring her invasive curse of a kiss. "What's the matter? Did my kiss a loss for words?" She tightened her grip on Athena's weakening arms, pulling her breasts into hers that much harder. The brunette deity grit her teeth, but Aphrodite's stronger arms and larger, more dangerous breasts crushed too tightly. A scream of pain finally escaped her lips as it felt like her own breasts were being driven back through her ribs. The evenly-matched showdown was quickly turning into a one-sided beatdown.

Aphrodite finally let go of Athena, the breathless war goddess nearly falling to the ground. The blonde caught her by the collar, leaving Athena to choke on her attempts to summon any means of surrender she could think of. All of the words fell short of forming, dying at her lips. Aphrodite ignored her and turned to wave Power Girl over to her, with the blonde heroine crushing Diana's neck in a headlock that mashed her face into the side of her queen's breast. Karen grinned back at the goddess, dragging Diana with her. When they reached Aphrodite, the goddess grabbed Diana by the hair and pulled the princess into another long, tonguey kiss as she stole Wonder Woman's power to surrender as well. This way, the match would go on as long as the victors pleased.

With that assurance, Aphrodite pushed Diana back into Karen's arms and went back to her own limply hanging victim. The goddess took the dreaded warrior goddess by either side of her light armor and in a crowd pleasing show of grace and power, lifted Athena completely over her head before slamming her into the ground. Athena bounced off with a heavy grunt, her lightweight armor useless to stop the damage of the fall, especially in the hands of another goddess.

"Not bad," Karen commented brightly as she smiled at her teammate. "But did you really need both hands for that one? Watch this!" She took Wonder Woman by the neck and lifted her off her feet, holding her up in the air as Diana's boots kicked helplessly in the air, trying to walk and breathe while failing to do both. Karen held her up for a few seconds, taking the time to pose showily for the crowd before she spiked Diana back down like a football with her powerful chokeslam. The brunette heroine's face bounced off of the solid ground of the arena, clutching her throat as she pathetically gathered what air she could.

"Oh, well if we're trying to show off," Aphrodite grinned, adjusting the top of her dominatrix attire around her jiggling breasts. She took Athena by the legs, lifting the once proud and powerful goddess of battle and turning in a wide arc. Athena began to scream, which trailed in and out comically as she felt herself whirled in circles like an olympic hammer thrower. She finally let Athena fly, tumbling halfway across the entire arena as she skidded across the dirt. The warrior landed in a heap, spitting out dirt and crawling pathetically over the ground when Aphrodite caught up with her. She reached under Athena's skirt, grabbing the goddess by her panties and lifting her off the ground with a powerful wedgie. Athena screamed and kicked her legs, only for Aphrodite to bounce her up and down by her undergarments.

"I have to hand it to you; for such a butch-looking tramp, at least you pick some sturdy underwear," Aphrodite teased for Athena as well as the audience. The panties finally snapped, leaving Athena to fall to the ground with her bare ass and crotch sticking up in the air.

Power Girl had started to force Diana to put on her own little show, picking her up like some kind of beautiful brunette barbell and lifting her up over her head. Rather than drop her, PG simply slung her across her shoulders, bending Diana's neck and legs so that her back arched across her muscular back and neck. Diana screamed as her spine was bent and breasts forced to thrust out into the air, used as an example of Karen's strength and skill. Any attempts she made to surrender or submit simply turned into more screams thanks to the goddess' curse, letting Karen continue her kryptonite-fueled sadism on her daughter. When she felt like she and the crowd were amused long enough, Karen grabbed the crotch and cleavage of Wonder Woman's costume and pulled in either direction, shredding the material and leaving her daughter fully exposed to the cheering arena.

Aphrodite had taken a similar approach to Athena, planting her foot on the downed war goddess' back and pulling up on her armored attire. The bands and buttons snapped off like an elaborate corset in the love goddess' hands, leaving Athena and her protege naked and humiliated... but their opponents were just getting started.

"My my! What a naughty little thing!" Aphrodite laughed at her nude and beaten opponent. "I wouldn't have thought you'd be bold enough to enter the arena as naked as a newborn!"

Athena scowled back at her, but quickly turned to a cowering expression as she saw the wicked gleam in Aphrodite's eye. The warrior turned and tried to crawl away, knowing that begging would do nothing and surrender would literally fall on deaf ears. Her strength was all but completely gone by now, feeling as weak as a mortal while Aphrodite seemed stronger than ever (or had she just underestimated the soft and feminine figure all this time?).

"Not so fast!" Aphrodite caught Athena by the hair, turning and whipping her around by the long dark locks.

"No! Not again!" Athena screamed in a panic as she was whirled around once more. She felt sick as tears flew from her face, reacting to the the pull on her scalp. Her vision blurred as she was spun around the godly dominatrix, but could see Power Girl treating Diana to her own brand of cruelty. Wonder Woman was in a pathetic and naked heap on the ground, holding her back when PG dropped her feminine hips down onto her aching spine. Diana screamed briefly, but not as badly as when Karen reached over her shoulders. Diana was seasoned enough in the arena to expect a camel clutch (not that she was strong enough to stop it at this rate), but Karen surprised her again when she grabbed her by the breasts instead. PG used them as handles as she leaned back, pulling up on Diana's tits in a breast-centric camel clutch. Wonder Woman's screams of agony told her that it was doing all the damage of a camel clutch while both humiliating and crushing her proud and shapely chest between her kryptonian fingers.

Aphrodite finally came to a stop, swinging Athena over her shoulder to crush her into the dirt with a body slam. "I absolutely love your creativity over there," she praised Karen cheerily. "I think these two have understood who's in charge here, don't you?"

"Oh, absolutely," Power Girl grinned, giving a sharp twist of Diana's nipples to draw out a freshly agonized wail. "I also think it's time we give them a few good reasons not to cross us again." PG raised her hands, releasing Diana and letting the princess flop on her face pathetically into the dirt. She climbed off, just to lift the sweaty and bruised Diana and take her across her knee. Aphrodite grinned wickedly, dragging Athena over next to her and doing the same with her foe. Athena and Diana were left facing each other, groggily realizing their fates right before Karen and Aprodite timed out simultaneous spankings.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" Wonder Woman and the goddess of war shared feminine screams, quickly reduced to tears between seeing their partner punished and the pain in their tender and curvy bottoms. Their dominant foes paddled them harshly and quickly until both women had red cheeks both above and below their waists. Diana gasped and shook her head when she saw Aphrodite reach into one of the nearby bags and pull out a long baton resembling a short, studded baseball bat and start to spank Athena with that instead of her hand. Of course, Diana couldn't see Power Girl go into another bag and produce a frying pan, crashing it into the rival heroine's buttocks with a mix of metallic clangs and fleshy smacking noises.

When their tormentors stopped, both Athena and Wonder Woman were left in unbound sobs and tears, humiliated and hurting beyond anything they'd imagined when they'd entered the fight with such confidence. The warrior women were shoved onto the arena floor to soak in their suffering, Karen and Aphrodite starting to sift through the bags for further tools to add to their torment. "Found it!" Karen declared, raising a radiant length of rope over her head. When Diana dared to peek over, she winced at the sight of her lasso of truth; the unbreakable artifact that she used in battle.

Karen handed the mystical rope off to her divine partner and grabbed their foes by the hair, forcing them into standing positions. She shoved them back to back, the warrior women wincing as their tender asses were forced to smack into each other. Aphrodite slid the lasso between their legs, binding part of the middle around their wrists and handing the other end off to Power Girl. "You don't spend this much time in the bedroom and not learn a thing or two abound rope tricks," Aphrodite grinned as she stepped back a few paces. The end results was Diana and Athena back to back, wrist stuck together and with the rope slid right beneath their pussies. "Ready? One, two... go!"

Power Girl and Aphrodite both started to pull on either end of the magical lasso, resulting in the most painful and humiliating game of tug of war that either of their opponents had ever been a part of. The rope grew taut, making it wedge itself up between their pussy lips and grind between their ass cheeks. The blondes pulled them back and forth, roughly bouncing their victims into each other's backs as they playfully competed over their positioning. Diana let out long and pitiful wails while Athena gave humiliatingly sexual grunts each time she was jostled around. The crowd laughed and cheered merrily for one side or the other until finally they both let go. The lasso was pulled tight enough that it was still stuck inside Athena and Diana's pussies, which were shamefully wet from the rough stimulation.

They were still stuck together when PG and Aphrodite started their latest game; the love goddess stepped up to the women and bashed Athena in the face with her breasts. The huge, weighty pair sent Athena reeling, dragging Wonder Woman with her. She stumbled for a few feet before Power Girl swung her breasts in a similar fashion, clobbering the goddess with her own meaty jugs. This went on back and forth as the blondes amused the crowd with something like a vicious game of volleyball, only Diana and Athena served as the "ball." The blondes laughed as they battered their playthings around, even as bruises and red marks started to appear on their faces.

The two powerless warriors finally tripped over each other, collapsing in between their tormentors. "Well it looks like they've had enough of that," Karen observed, walking over and untying the groaning captives. "How about we give them a little time off to meet their fans?" Karen lifted up Diana in a full nelson, bending back the heroine's arms and thrusting out her tits invitingly.

"Sounds lovely," Aphrodite agreed, lifting up Athena in the same powerless position. "Alright, ladies and guests! Who wants a little motorboat ride!?" The punchdrunk challengers didn't have the wits left in them to properly protest, just mumbling half-hearted "No"s while giving limp shakes of their heads. Athena walked over to where the gods were seated, forcing Athena's naked breasts right in front of the crowd. She went to her husband first, and while Hephaestus smiled in amusement, he waved a hand to decline.

"I'll take his place!" Hera chimed out to the uproarious laughter of her fellow deities. The queen of the gods buried her face in between Athena's breasts, cupping the captive goddess' tits and shaking her head in between them to jiggle the battered boobs around. She came back with her cheeks red with amusement and drink as she dropped back into her seat. Athena couldn't blush any harder, already filled to the brim with shame from the fight. She had to look away in disgust with herself when Zeus and Hades stepped up next, each of them roughly grabbing one of her breasts and roughly sucking on her nipple.

“Ooh! Me! Pick me, Peegee! Harley Quinn waved back excitedly like a student volunteering for an experiment.

“Hey there, Harley!” PG called as she forced the witless Diana to the edge of the arena. “Wanna have some fun with the weakest little princess on Paradise Island?”

“Oh boy! Do I evah!”

Power Girl cruelly turned her powerless opponent to face the spectators, even if this section contained more of her arch enemies than they were eager fans. Harley shoved her face into Wonder Woman’s tits, motorboating between them as she held them in place with far too rough a grip for Diana’s liking. Her already sensitive tits were mauled and bounced around uncomfortably, though it seemed the shame seemed worst of all.

When Harley pulled back, all grins and giggles, she waved her friends over. Cheetah and Catwoman roughly grabbed her breasts, pulling them apart and sucking on Diana's nipples roughly. The heroine moaned and writhed, trying to look away, but the villainesses stared back at her with cruel and hungry eyes.

The pair of warriors were only given some respite when Power Girl pulled back on Diana's arms, removing her breasts from her aggressive spectators' mouths with a pop before she was flung to the ground. Athena landed next to her, groaning and holding her chest while her ass stuck up in the air. "Don't think we're done playing with you yet," Aphrodite proclaimed showily, fetching a few of the bags of weapons and striding back over to the beaten pair. "We just needed some more toys to keep it interesting."

Power Girl arrived with her own collection of loaded bags, pulling a riding crop out of one and dropping the rest nearby. Aphrodite pulled out a studded paddle that looked like it had been stolen from a frat house, grabbing Athena while she was trying to crawl away. Aphrodite spread the war goddess across her knee, proceeding to smack her perky ass red with the paddle while Athena screamed and like a fussy child.

Karen had forced Diana to her knees and sat on her back, whipping her ass with her crop to force her to crawl on all fours at a pathetic pace. The rowdy amazons laughed and cheered at the dominant display, even when Aphrodite drew a short spear out of one of her bags. Athena looked at her with fearful, teary eyes as the love goddess twirled the weapon in one hand. Her grip finally stopped holding the business end, aiming the blunt end outward before she shoved the smooth bronze handle up Athena's ass. The warrior goddess shrieked and fell off Aphrodite's lap from all her thrashing, the weapon dragging behind her like some kind of comical tail.

PG, meanwhile, had gotten bored of riding Diana and pushed her over onto her back. She went back into the bags and produced a rolling pin, grinning down at Wonder Woman with kryptonite-induced cruelty in her eyes. "I'd always thought you were a little small-chested for my daughter... let's see what happens when you're REALLY flat-chested!" Diana's eyes widened and she shook her head in a quiet plea for her stop. With the red kryptonite still empowering her urge to quell her rebellious daughter, Karen straddled Wonder Woman's stomach and slowly rolled it over the tender flesh. Fresh screams of agony were squeezed out of the humiliated heroine, as well as trickles of milk as her mammary glands were mercilessly crushed by the pressure.

Aphrodite kicked over Athena, letting the spear fall out of her ass as she landed awkwardly. She called to Karen and gave a cowgirl motion over her head, getting a nod from her fellow blonde. Karen took the Lasso of Truth and threw one end over to Aphrodite, which she wrapped around one of Athena breasts. Aphrodite made sure to pull her knot tight, making Athena wince as her breast bulged outward from the intense pressure. Power Girl put Diana through a similar setup, wrapping her breast in the other half of the lasso before she hurled her away with all her super strength. Diana flew for about a dozen yards before the rope went taut, getting a scream from both of the bound together women. The momentum pulled on the rope even harder than either of the blondes could have done, and it clamped down so harshly and quickly that Wonder Woman's body bucked to a sharp stop from her high speed trip. It was enough force that while a long squirt of breast milk shot out of Athena's chest, Diana's teats forced out a stream that splashed into the audience and right into the gawking Wonder Girl's face. Athena was yanked right off her feet and landed flat on her face, holding her leaking breast as she was dazed from all the mind-numbing pain.

Diana fell just short of the crowd, laughing at the heroine's forced and high velocity milking. Aphrodite laughed at her humiliated rival and Power Girl played the crowd. "Who says being a queen is dull?!" she boasted to the crowd, flexing her powerful arms behind her head and shaking her hips proudly. They were too caught up in their showboating to notice that the snapping of her body had let Diana slip loose from the bonds of the unbreakable lasso, crawling closer to the crowd she'd landed in front of. It was where the various heroes had been assembled, with half of the Justice League in attendance as well as some of the lesser known heroes. It was there, after a moment's rest, that Wonder Woman made her move.

Diana leapt to her feet, reaching into the audience and grabbing Nightwing's belt. She drew his pair of black batons and whirled around to charge at her enemies. She thought she had Karen by surprise, but when Diana brought the rod down at her head the blonde heroine casually sidestepped the swing. Diana lashed out with the other, but Power Girl blocked the other weapon with her forearm. PG threw a punch into Diana's face, making her stumble backwards and bump into the waiting Aphrodite. Diana whirled around and swung for her head, but the deity was too quick and ducked right under it. She delivered a swift and punishing punch into Diana's pussy, putting an immediate stop to her attempts at a comeback as the princess fell to her knees. It did, however, make her the target of both of her opponents' combined wrath.

Aphrodite delivered a knee to Diana's face, snapping her head in the opposite direction. Karen was already waiting for her to come, and a punch to the face sent her bouncing right back. Aphrodite returned her with a backhand slap, just for find that Power Girl had grabbed a pair of bronze shields from the weapons bags. She swung one to smack Diana across the face, leaving her reeling when PG tossed the second shield to Aphrodite, the two smashing them together to crush Wonder Woman's head in between them with a loud clash like cymbals. The raven-haired heroine reeled for a moment before she collapsed to the dirt to match her allied goddess.

Karen casually disarmed Diana of Nightwing's weapons, waving them briefly at the vigilante in the audience. "Mind if we borrow there for a minute? Thanks, hon." She smiled and passed one off to Aphrodite, using the other to shove it straight up Diana's upturned ass. While the heroine screamed in pain and cried in shame, the love goddess forced the other baton into Wonder Woman’s pussy and got an even louder and more miserable cry. At first, Athena thought that the weapons were only being used against Diana, but PG grabbed her and dragged her over as well. Athena found herself turned around and the open ends of the canes being used to jab into her own ass and pussy as well.

With the weapon binding them at the hips, PG and Aphrodite braced one foot against their victim of choice's shoulders and started to push rhythmically. Their wails turned to pathetic moans as the dominant pair forced the other to steadily fuck themselves, each push on one making the staff push deeper into the other.

"Noooo! Please!" Diana wailed. Her mind raced for any kind of loophole to her curse that would let her surrender, but no manner of phrasing would let the idea escape her lips; only lusty moans and grunts as her ass was violated by the equally unwilling Athena. She had never felt so pathetic, and yet her body betrayed her as her and Athena joined in a chorus of high-pitched shrieks as they orgasmed over the hard and penetrating rods.

"Wow, you made quite the mess there," PG teased, taking Diana by the arm and sliding her slowly off the staff. "I've told you, if you're that pent up, you really should look into finding yourself a wife."

"Did that satisfy your lust for my husband, you butch slut?" Aphrodite purred down at Athena. She popped the pair of staves out with an abrupt tug, holding the end with Wonder Woman's fluids out to her. Athena cringed and tried to turn away, but Aphrodite pinched her nose and used it to tilt her face back to her. Athena had to open her mouth to breathe, allowing Aphrodite to shove it between her lips and force her to taste her teammate. Power Girl lifted Diana by the hair, getting her to cry out in miserable pain. The shout proved to be just what she needed as PG forced Wonder Woman to taste the goddess' pussy juice, popping her mouth around the opposite end of the staff and forcing the two defeated warriors to stare at each other's humiliating act.

At last, Aphrodite popped the staff out of her captive opponent. "I think our little playmates could use a little rest. It'll give us some time to come up with a few last games for their fans to enjoy."

Power Girl nodded, taking both of her opponents by their ankles and lifting them off the ground. "Well then, allow me! I think I know just the place to put them..." PG's eyes roamed over the crowd, making some of the fans wave and jump to where they wanted her to land. Finally spotting the rowdiest, drunkest batch of her subjects, she threw her victims amongst them with one good toss of her super strength.  The battered and weary brunettes were quickly surrounding by jeering voices and probing hands as the drunken amazons groped, slapped, pinched and spanked the curled up and humiliated fighters.

The blondes took their time setting up one more piece of punishment, allowing the crowd plenty of time taunting and abusing their opponents. After a few minutes, Aphrodite waved the rowdy crowd aside. She took them both by the hair and dragged them out after her on their hands and knees. Diana and Athena were sticky with spit and spilled drinks, as well as their own cum and sweat. They were too exhausted to really realize what they were in for, even when they first set eyes on their tools of choice.

Athena was tossed over a small but heavy piece of machinery, where Aphrodite got to work strapping her wrists to the sides. The war goddess suddenly gasped when Athena took a pair of long, wide-tipped tubes and stuck them to her nipples. There was a loud industrial whirring when Athena realized the horrific purpose of the machine. The tubes tightened around her nipples, forcefully pulling them in deeper as the milking machine vacuumed hard enough to suck the milk out of her tits.

"NO! NOoooo! Stop it, please! Let me go!" Athena wailed for mercy, but her cries were quickly silenced when Aphrodite not only turned her back on her, but shoved her ass into the war goddess' face to smother her mouth and nose in the center of her juicy bottom.

PG had gone with a thick, golden chain with large metal clamps on either end. She took Diana and snapped one onto each of her nipples, getting a weak but high squeak with each application. The chain dangled between her nipples, which Power Girl grabbed and pulled on roughly. Diana shrieked as she was forced to follow her around the coliseum like a dog, crawling and struggling to keep up. When she couldn't go on any longer, Power Girl didn't even slow her march, dragging Wonder Woman through the dirt as she put her on display for the entire crowd all the way around the arena.

This went on for some time, given the size of their battleground. Athena sobbed in pain and shame as her tits were abused by the relentless machine, draining her milk and stretching out her nipples. Diana's tits fared little better as the harsh clamps scratched and pulled on her every step of the way. At last, it seemed Aphrodite was satisfied by their humiliation and suffering. She gave one more good wiggle of her ass into Athena's face before she waved a hand, removing their curse. As soon as she felt the tingle of magic, Diana tried again. "I surrender!" she shouted to the arena. "I give! I give! Make it stop!"

Athena yelled more of the same, even if her voice was muffled by Aphrodites jiggling bottom. The gong sounded to end the battle, and only then did the pair of blondes remove the painful toys from their victim's chests. Power Girl and Aphrodite moved to meet each other and tossed their naked victims over their laps. leaving them face to face once again.

"Now there's a pair of pretty little losers," Power Girl taunted them with a grin.

"They've really been such good sports playing along with us this long," Aphrodite agreed. "I think they deserve a little love." With that, she grabbed Athena by the hair and pushed her face forward, mashing it firmly into Diana's and forcing the two of them to kiss. They grunted in protest, but seeing the stern gaze of Aphrodite on them, the two took her point and began to make out with each other. Their lips and tongues explored one another despite their tearful expressions, much to the amusement and appreciation of the crowd.

"Good girls," Power Girl praised sweetly, as if talking to a pet. "Now why don't you get down there and show your respect for your betters?" The losers were directed/shoved back to the ground, where Wonder Woman and Athena kissed their opponents' booted feet. When they bored of that, the women were lifted back up and propped over their knees, this time facing upward with their bellies, breasts and crotches exposed to the world.

"Now show them how you love your mama," Power Girl insisted, tugging down on the boob-window of her costume until one of her breasts popped out. She pressed the heavy breast into Wonder Woman's face, forcing the princess to take her nipple into her mouth and suckle on her. Aphrodite laughed at the sight of the warrior woman being treated like an infant, deciding to reduce Athena to the same level of shame. While the war goddess nursed on the deity of love and sex, Aphrodite watched Wonder Woman with a curious smile. With another little flourish of her hand, the kryptonian tattoo appeared painlessly on Diana's lower back, just as they'd agreed.

Over the next two days, a lot of work was done remodeling. When the work involved a superheroine and a goddess, a lot could get done in such a short time. Athena and Diana were in the temple of Aphrodite, which was technically her second temple. She had taken over Athena's as part of her demands for winning the match. As a reminder of the fact, the main statue of Athena (heavily armed and posing triumphantly) with one of the aftermath of their battle. The towering statue showed Athena in Aphrodite’s arms nursing, like a baby. The two losers had spent the day polishing the status, with Aphrodite directing them to bend over at angles that made their skimpy French maid outfits even more revealing and forcing their soft curves to jiggle. "Lower," she'd order gleefully "No, lower. Bend lower, dear. That's it! Now scrub harder. Really put your chest into it. My, your little booty is really jiggling there, Thena! Lucky you’ve got all this work to burn off all that weight."

Later in the day, they were set apart for their own tasks. Wonder Woman was on her hands and knees in the hall, scrubbing the floors with a large, soapy brush. She heard footsteps and cringed, only to find that instead of the haughty goddess, it was her mothers. "Ohh, my poor baby," Hippolyta cooed as she approached. "At least she gave you a cute outfit."

Power Girl frowned at the sight, back in her standard white spandex rather than Aphrodite's tainted outfit. "I still can't believe that crazy goddess made me do that," she chided. "You wait, Diana. I'll pay her back for that."

Karen sounded serious, and it made Hippolyta smile. Diana took some small solace in that, and Hippolyta knelt down with her arms out for a hug. PG stooped down to do the same, and Wonder Woman winced, but decided not to fight this one and went with the faceful of boobs that came with the customary family hug.

"Now where is that sex-crazed witch? Probably wherever she has Athena..."

Athena was, in fact, back in Aphrodite and her husband's bedroom, her arms handcuffed behind her back. Aphrodite was naked apart from a strapon that she used to fuck her rival up the ass. Athena moaned and whined as she was bounced on the rubber shaft, especially since Athena was squeezing and pushing the war goddess' breasts to keep them  wrapped around her husband's cock. Hephaestus groaned appreciatively, his iron-like cock pumped by the woman he was so attracted to being presented to him by his wife like a trophy.

The god of the forge finally orgasmed from watching the tempting woman being taken by his wife. His cum squirted into Athena's face as she gasped and sputtered in disgust.

"Don't be such a prude, slut," Aphrodite scolded, grabbing her by the hair. "You've got lots more work to do." Athena whimpered powerlessly as she was dragged out of the bed by her dark locks and into Hephaestus’' forge, leaving her husband to rest from his tiring outburst. Aphrodite passed through his workplace and shoved Athena into the room beyond, the large and dingy chamber where her husband kept his (literal) cyclopses.

The brutish monsters stirred and rolled over. Athena swallowed hard, wide-eyed one of their monstrous erections as it bulged under its loincloth. She gasped as Aphrodite shoved her forward and one of them grabbed Athena's hips and thrust into her pussy. She cried as the huge member penetrated her, just for the other to take her ass from behind. Athena gave a startled moan right before another of the cyclopses started to ram its rod into her mouth.

"Keep it up now, sweety," Aphrodite encouraged her in a sweet tone, even as they violated her every hole. "Just a few more hours of this and you get to rest."