Three Short Stories: Lady England's Origin
Wonder Woman vs the Insectoid and Lady England Vs Dark Yogi
THE ORIGIN OF LADY ENGLAND
Olivia Knight served her country for many years. She represented everything regal about England as a lady of aristocratic birth. She studied at Oxford before moving to an apartment in Chelsea, London in the 1940s. She was a 5ft 10, statuesque beauty with autumn in her hair. Her eyes were ocean blue and her physique had been sculpted and forged through many years of ballet, gymnastics and fencing practice. “Elegantly strong” is how she was often described by her mother. But a life of luxury was never for her, she needed to challenge her mind and body. It was not long after University that she committed herself to joining MI6. Her aptitude and skill in all areas earned her a position in MIX, a special branch of the British intelligence dedicated to paranormal, supernatural, occult, superhuman and extra terrestrial issues and threats. Her adventures all over the world thwarting the Nazis during World War 2 as well as various super villains earned her the right to be put forward to be England’s first super heroine defender. The programme was called Project Avalon. MIX had been working on a serum made from various herbs and psychedelic roots and chemicals, however science was not enough. For it to permanently work the serum needed to be magically enhance by a powerful entity. Occasionally MIX worked with various otherworldly beings and creatures that were sympathetic to the cause of justice. Gwynevar, Queen of the Fairies and Elfhame was one such being.
It was on a cold January, when the winter winds blew daggers into the bodies of agent Knight and her fellow MIX companions agent Geoffrey Manning, a scientist, and the mysterious agent Lyra Sinclair, one of the many practising witches that worked for the agency. The two hiked the Dartmoor hills wrapped in large coats that made them look like yetis. It was only possible to enter Gwynevar’s realm during the night. The temperature had dropped to -10 and the moon was ripe for ritual.
“Agent Knight its time” Lyra said as she opened her back and knelt on the ground near a hill. She created a breaching sign on the earth with twigs from branches and lit some candles. She stood before the sign. “Stay behind me” she commanded her colleagues. She began whispering an incantation in an ancient welsh or a Celtic language long forgotten to the Anglo Saxons. She repeated it over and over. It became louder and slowly descended into gibberish as Lyra went into a trance. Her hands faced palms upwards and agents Knight and Manning could see light emerge from Lyra’s body and a portal opened up in front of them all, beyond the breaching sign. Olivia heard a seductive voice call her name and she felt compelled to walk towards the portal. Before the others could stop her she had already disappeared into thin air as the portal closed behind her.
Olivia found herself walking down a glowing tunnel, it was as if her entire soul and consciousness was being sucked into it like a vortex whirlpool. Suddenly she found herself on the a stone floor. She slowly stood up and analysed her surroundings. It was a large feasting hall as if from medieval times. There was a long table with chairs for what would be a banquet and a fire was blazing upon a hearth at the head of the table. And above that, was a chair carved out of what was a tree. Sat on the throne was a frighteningly powerful looking woman. She was pale, long limbed with dark eyes and silver hair. Her ears were elvish sharp and she was completely naked. Upon her head was a crown made of deer antlers. As she rose from the chair she stood 7 ft tall. She was gorgeous yet other worldly and intimidating. Olivia was inspired and slightly scared as commanding words came from her mouth.
“Come forth” the being said. As Olivia walked towards Gwynewar she continued to speak.
“So you are the one that has been chosen. The witches told me that you are the strongest of mind and body to withstand the transformation”
“I am!” Olivia responded firmly. She sought to impress this feminine goddess, Queen of the fairies. She had read the files. Far from the friendly tinker bell depictions, fairies were powerful beings of magic that traversed the realms of the dead and the living, the multiverse itself! They existed in a realm known as Elfhame, also known as Avalon and have done so since time immemorial. During the days of Camelot; Merlin and King Arthur established good relations with the Fairy realm however this relationship collapsed with the rise of Christianity and the destruction of the old ways which saw witch and fay folk persecuted for their existence. The modern industrial capitalist machine came later, ravaging the land forcing many entities and beings to exist in hidden dimensions and realms beyond mortal eyes. Gwynevar opened her hand extending her skinny long twig like fingers. “Show me the potion.”
Olivia took it out of her jacket. It was a green liquid inside a vial. The queen held it between her fingers staring at it with eyes as black as the void. “Your witches have collected the right herbs and done the right incantations and rituals. And your scientists have added their charms I see. All that is needed is for a goddess of my power to bless it if it is ever to be useful for a woman of mortal flesh to attain godhood herself. We Fairy folk have suffered enough from you humans, and now you need out help as you continue to destroy your own planet. This war and these Nazis however are working with the most baneful of demonic creatures, and they threaten to plunge your world into a darkness never seen before. The enemy of my enemy…..” she smiled at Olivia. “But in the end you are both our enemies, Nazi, Allied forces, what difference does it make, why should I help you?”
“Because I will be different.” Olivia responded.
“That is right” Gwynevar replied “you will learn a different way and serve justice universally, I see your heart child and I will give you my trust..”
The Queen of the Fairies then enveloped the vial with her essence and energy, magical power that flows throughout the universe igniting the hidden potentials that existed within the mesh mash of science and occult sorcery that was this green elixir. It immediately changed colour to a glowing purple. The Queen handed the vial back to Olivia. Out of her jacket she pulled out a syringe and fixed the vial to it. She rolled up her sleeve ready to inject herself.
“please….there is no need for something so crude” Gwynevar interrupted.
With a wave of her hand the vial began to float way from Olivia’s hands. The glass shattered and the glowing purple liquid continued to be suspended in space. Gwynevar said some strange words and the liquid transformed into glowing ball of golden light. The Fairy then thrusted her right arm forward with speed and force sending the ball of energy into the body of Olivia which threw her back like a rag doll at least 5 metres. Olivia could feel her body changing as she was surrounded in that same light, it consumed her body.
She was transformed into the hero that was needed for the time of war and battle against darkness. A strength and power grew inside of her as her clothes disintegrated. The white light replaced them with an outfit that best accentuated her aesthetic beauty. A suit of white exposing nothing except her belly and thighs. She donned long white high heel boots with a golden tiara upon which presented her majesty and glory to her foes. Her hands and forearms were covered in white gloves to match the rest of her costume. The red cross of St George was marked in the centre of her chest to show an attachment for the country she served. “For Queen and Country”, that was an ideal drummed into her upbringing and training with British intelligence. But as she gazed at Gwynevar’s terrifying majesty and her metamorphised being, she wondered which Queen?
“You now possess great power, and when you face the evil ones you will know how to use it. This mastery and knowledge of your power will increase in time, as well as your weaknesses. You will learn about them too…you are also immortal….a Goddess in your own right…you may have a patriotic affiliation to your sceptred Isle nation but remember, you will also be attached to the realm of the Faye, Avalon and dimensions beyond mortal eyes. England is merely the physical gateway to those realms”.
The words “Weaknesses” and “immortal” struck Olivia’s mind like a scorpions sting. She had questions for the Fairy Queen. But before she could speak Gwynevar spoke.
“Now Go! You do not have time” and with a gesture Olivia was sent through the portal she came from. Once again united with her colleagues, agents Manning and Sinclair were in awe of her transformation in all its regal splendour and power.
“Wow…..you truly look like you could be England’s hero and saviour” Agent Manning said.
“Call me Lady England. Now let’s take out some Nazi filth!” Lady England said in her confidently feminine yet briskly British accent
THE END
WONDER WOMAN VS THE INSECTOID
Story thus far:
It was cold night on Halloween and the sorcerer villain Felix Faust was in the mood for trick or treating on a grand scale. He opened a portal unleashing a demonic behemoth upon Wonder Woman’s home, Paradise Island. With the combined support of the Amazons and the Justice League the creature was vanquished, however Felix Faust managed to escape into a portal. Wonder Woman flew after him in pursuit, for she vowed that he would pay for his evil transgressions. Unknown to her however Faust’s magic had lured her into a trap and she was transported to another dimension. A dark and terrible place where Diana’s worst nightmares would come true.
Story:
Wonder Woman found herself flung into chaos. She landed face first into the ground of an unkwon terrain, not as graceful as she normally moved but it was difficult to guide herself as the portal’s force gripped her body and spat her out as if she was worthless, not the immortal goddess and super heroine she was. Diana was on her knees. Brushing back her dark raven hair she noticed a strange smell in the air. It was like the smell of trees, and bark, and grass on a hot summer’s day. At the same time there was something sweet in the air. The environment was drenched in the colour green, brown and purple. She was either in a forest or somewhere underground, it was difficult to tell. Her mind pondered and tried to deduce.
“This place is so odd…….the trees are bigger than anything I have seen before…….a shiny stickiness seems to be all over them, and beneath the vines are what looks to be huge cocoons. Faust did say he traversed dimensions. The JL files often warn against spontaneous inter dimensional travel. Only Superman, myself and Green Lantern are cleared for such missions on short notice, other universes tend to bring with them unpredictable encounters and enemies…..”
She walked vigilantly and with poise. Every movement of hers was beautiful and ultra feminine for she was Wonder Woman after all. Tall, slender, strong and athletic was her physical structure. She displayed her iconic outfit, a golden breastplate, star spangled pants, magic bracelets and tiara with long red boots. Her lasso by her side ready to unleash the power of truth when it was required. As always she was without fear, an amazon warrior born. But something seemed very unusual about the place she was in, something that at least allowed her to experience a modicum of fear. For she was all alone in this place between universes. Her musing was interrupted by a movement, a sloshing noise near a vine. It was a cocoon, something was moving inside, something big, something that wanted to break free. Diana immediately went into battle mode, ready to fight.
A hand and arm tore through the gooey mucous of the cocoon. Diana could hear clicking and puss spewing noises as a hulking great creature rose out from its former home. It stood at 8feet tall. Pure muscle, and humanoid in form yet from its appearance it was anything but human. It appeared as an insect would be if it was the size of a human or bigger. Part of its body was like a hard armoured shell, other parts displayed muscles, such as the bicep or the pecs in a wet slimy surface that was unlike human skin. The creature was a dark reddish brown and its face face disturbed Diana. Four large black eyes and two long antennas on its head. The hands and feet appeared claw like. If Wonder Woman did not have such mastery over her mind and body, she would have vomited right there. The creature honed in on Wonder Woman. It moved with a harsh, predatory way as it flew at her in a blur. Diana as if automatically, flipped over the creature, her warrior instincts guided her as always. She realised that this would be a battle and there was no room for reasoning. As she escaped the creatures warlike charge she thought that there was enough distance between herself and her opponent. Her movements were based on the predictability of what she had faced in the past. However this was a creature forged in a dimension of pure darkness and chaos.
Diana felt a blow against her back. It was hard and powerful, not unlike one of Darkseid or Mongol’s strikes.
“UUUGH!” she was winded. The blow sent her metres back, normally she would land on her feet but she skimmed on the floor like a pebble skimming across a stream.
“that….blow….was hard…..must fight on…..got to end this fast….how did he strike me from such an awkward position?” She thought to herself. Little did the mighty Amazon know, this humanoid insect, could move with an agility beyond anything she would ever have encountered. Then she heard a voice in her head.
“welcome Diana! I see you have become acquainted with one of the locals……I call these things…..Insectoids…….” It was Felix Faust.
“I am afraid that these creatures have evolved in the most harshest of conditions, this dimension was forged in a universe of horror and violence….and this planet is known as Kraxes. This opponent before you is not unlike your Earth cockroaches and you will find him….an extremely difficult opponent, for his durability and resolve will be like nothing you have experienced before”
“I assure you…..my resolve is indestructible…” Wonder Woman declared with fire. “you forget, I am a daughter of the Gods”
“I am afraid that in the multiverse, there are things more godly than a god! And may I add that this creature is one of the stronger insectoids!”
“curse you Faust, when I destroy this thing I am coming after you…..”
“we shall see my dear Diana…..goodbye and enjoy!”
The battle began anew. Diana confident internally that she would not allow this insectoid to wind her again. This cockroachesque brute continued to make clicking and spitting noises much to the disgust of the Amazon princess.
“I must stop this creature!” Wonder Woman said to herself as she charged at the him. But there was a sense of dread in the air. Diana launched her fists into the hard shell of the creature, the insectoid was stunned giving her enough time to uppercut its chin sending him five feet back. He slumped onto the floor.
“ugh, my hands!” Diana said to herself as she rubbed her knuckles. “Hera help me, this insectoid is unbelievably durable, my hands actually hurt….maybe it has something to do with the way this creature evolved?….I have never felt such pain striking Superman or Darkseid! no matter……again!”
As she repeated her attack, she showed martial superiority with her combos and moved with the speed expected from a super powered Amazon Goddess. The insectoid fought back but Wonder Woman was simply too elusive. She unleashed her lasso which shone bright yellow and gold as it wrapped around the insectoid’s dull coloured waist. She swung him around slamming him into the ground on one side, and then the other, like a child would do with a toy rag doll. She flung him one last time into the air and as he descended she gave him one of her most powerful punches. The sound was like an exploding missile and the insectoid appeared to be vanquished as it lay face down some distance away from Diana in a puddle of a sticky liquid.
Diana was actually tired, panting hard. The fight took a lot of energy from her body but she knew she would recover fast. What was shocking was the ability of the insectoid to regenerate. He stood to his feet and appeared to be unhurt and unphased by Wonder Woman’s attack. Doom overcame her face as she starred at the creature. It came at her with an abnormal movement, neither moving in a linear way but in many directions but ever closer to her. The peril over came her and the mighty Amazon princess appeared frozen in shock. The insectoid crashed its fist into Wonder Woman’s solar plexus. It was as unexpected and he hit with a force she had never felt.
“UUUUUUGH!” all air expelled from Dianas body and she spat saliva from her mouth as she lay lifeless on the insectoids fist. The creature lifted her motionless torso and limbs from the ground, as if she was impaled on its fist. The insectoid dangled her in the air atop his clenched hand, whilst looking at Wonder Woman, analysing her, admiring her beauty.
“By the Gods…….the pain…..my whole body…..paralysed…….I have got to shake this off”
Using all her will, she somersaulted backwards with a precision superior to an Olympian gymnast. Her pointed boots struck the insectoid, stabbing him like a sword. Wonder Woman landed again on her red booted feet ready for another round. Diana then called upon her Gods given power and struck her magic bracelets together which created a flashing pulse of light that blasted the creature into oblivion. The insectoid lay once again face first on the ground. As he slowly staggered up Wonder Woman unleashed her lasso again.This time she bound the giant insect man in an attempt to restrain him permanently.
“You will yield monster”! she shouted. The creature continued to click whilst making a screeching sound. Diana sensed that the creature was laughing and mocking her.
“Does magic not work in this realm?! My bracelets barely left a scratch on its body, and the lasso…..”
Just as Diana tried to make sense of her predicament, she noticed small pieces of the insectoid fall from is body to the floor. They appeared to be moving, crawling and wiggling. Some were like bugs and others like worms. The creature grabbed the lasso and pulled her slowly towards her. As he held her Gods given weapon, he excreted a worm like creature from his hand that began slithering its way along the lasso towards Diana. The other parasites were also speeding their way in her direction. The Amazon princess had never seen something so ghastly. As they attacked she let go of the lasso and using her amazing agility was able to avoid the worm like creatures that were attempting to initiate contact with her skin. Meanwhile the insectoid fell to his knees, still immobilised and bound by the lasso. He watched as Diana moved in between the attacks. Little did she know, the insectoid was controlling them telepathically.
Wonder Woman took to the air flying away from her bug sized attackers, and soared towards the insectoid. She grabbed the lasso one last time.
“Enough! I command you creature! Yield!”
The insectoid mocked her again with his inhuman noises. He yanked on the lasso and the sheer force dragged Wonder Woman towards it. She was helpless. When her body came close enough to the insectoid, he broke free to the lasso and struck her in the jaw with a powerful punch that floored her. Dazed and woozy, all she could see was stars as the parasites were closing in on her. Diana touched her hand to her head.
“oooooh……such raw primal power…… I actually feel physically weaker than him…..but I can’t give up…..my resolve will pull me through this as always!”
The swarm of little insects were about to pour themselves all over Diana’s body as she lay on her back. She shook her head, and backflipped into the air again, hovering to safety. She managed to dodge the swarm of disgusting little nasties but one worm like parasite had managed to cling itself to her boot. It crawled upwards and slipped inside and unknown to her. But then she could feel it.
“Whats this?!” she gasped. Deep down she knew what it was as the worm wiggled around her boot, caressing the skin on her feet and toes. Airborne, she immediately yanked the boot off but the worm sprung out and to Diana’s dismay it separated into two more worm like parasites. One latched onto her torso like a leech and the others disappeared into her breastplate.
“noooooooooo!” she screamed as she fell from the air and crashed to the ground. As she stood, one foot bare; she panicked, knowing where the creatures were. And then they attacked. One slithered inside her panties. Diana felt it and was overcome with panic. The worm’s mouth quickly moulded itself around her clit whilst its tail morphed and slipped inside her vaginal mouth, inflating in size. The creature began to vibrate causing Diana to fall to her knees. The other two inside her breastplate went to work on her nipples. The triple tantalisation was too much for Wonder Woman. Despite all her strength and power, it took three puny worms to take her down.
“uuuuuugh!” she moaned in pleasure. Her libido was under the insectoid’s command as if by some primal bug like reflex he knew exactly what to do to her soft feminine mamalian body. The fear, the peril, the idea of being under control and submissive; it felt good, such a release as a woman and yet terror gripped her entire being at the same time. Diana felt like primal prey for wolves and that she would soon be torn apart and devoured. Her anxiety was exacerbated at the prospect of dying in this realm. As she entered a state of orgasm, her eyes rolled backwards into her head, there was nothing but pure whiteness, and she knew that she was powerless to resist the feeling as it took her like a raging river, sucking her towards a cascading waterfall of failure. And as her star spangled panties were gushing with juice, she knew that to end this feeling could save her life, to surrender to it, could possibly lead to her destruction at the hands of this insectoid.
The swarm now covered her entire body. As she opened her eyes, she could feel the bugs all over her body and her face and hair. She knew not what the insectoid had planned but the horror of the creatures’ vileness was enough to enable Wonder Woman to come to her senses. Focusing the magic in her bracelets she let out a burst of bright blazing energy that charged her body first in a wave of heat. The insectoid covered its face as the blinding light shone for a few seconds, like a star that had fallen from the night sky. It worked. The little pests were annihilated. They fell dead from her body. She fingered herself and removed the worm from her vagina and clit. She removed her breastplate momentarily and confidently flicked the two dead parasites that had been sucking on her mighty mammaries. She re-fitted her outfit but removed her other boot completely so as to be barefoot as she would spar with her sisters on paradise island. Diana was ready to destroy the insectoid.
Wonder Woman although victorious against the pests was greatly weakened by the way they had attacked her body.
“oh Gods…..they have sapped my strength……I feel somewhat weaker, but in good time I shall recover….in the meantime I must fight on….must focus and destroy this creature, find Faust and return to Earth!”
As Wonder Woman entered the fray once more, the insectoid wasted no time. It touched its chest and made a flicking notion towards Diana as she ran towards him. The mighty amazon felt droplets of a corrosive acid spray on her flesh. She felt it burn her arms, thighs and face.
“aaaaaargh!” she screamed. The pain stopped the gorgeous heroine in her tracks. A normal mortal human however would have died from such an attack, luckily for Diana her accelerated healing and durability would soon reduce the burn marks to small scars or red mosquito bites. The pain subsided but the shock was too much for her. It was not often that the Princess had to endure such pain. She felt faint as her body continued to heal the wounds. Before she could come to her senses again the insectoid knocked her over with a clothesline attack. Clicking and spitting, the creature towered over her. Wonder Woman lay beneath the insectoid on her side, her face in her hand.
“I can’t…….lose!” she said to herself. She rolled to one side to safety. Pushing herself up she leapt into action again. This time the two opponents locked hands as they threw themselves at one another, but the insectoid was clearly superior in strength. The ugly grotesque creature was pushing the beautiful Amazon princess to her knees. Diana looked weak and roughed up. She was dirty, soiled, tired, slightly bruised and sweaty. She wanted this fight to be over.
“No! I….will…..not…..yield!” she defied as she pushed back. Diana’s overconfidence and determination was phenomenal, but the insectoid was a phenom. It slowly squeezed the Amazon’s hands and she screamed in pain. It pulled her close to its body. The smell was unbearable. Musky, with a terrible earthy scent. The insectoid wrapped its arms around Diana to crush her in a bearhug. There was no escape, Wonder Woman was inferior in strength….weaker in power……it was her most feeble performance. She was gradually losing consciousness. The insectoid started to vomit a thick liquid from its mouth. At the same time its body released a gas that suffocated Diana’s senses. She had given up trying to escape and was willing to accept death as an Amazon. The insectoid’s liquid started to dissolve her costume. Before she knew it her star spangled pants were in shreds as was her red coloured bodice. The insectoid then released her and placed her back on the ground as if she was no more than a child. All that remained of her costume was her breastplate, bracelets and tiara. Her vagina was completely exposed. Diana felt strange, her body gradually became hotter and hotter, hornier and hornier. She stood before the creature half naked but she suddenly felt hypnotically compelled to remove the rest of her costume. She was tired and dizzy. Her hands fumbled as she attempted to remove what little clothing she had left. The insectoid came to her aid. Its claw hand like had transformed into a blade. With one swipe her golden breastplate split in half and fell to the ground exposing her mighty breasts. They were strong, well sized and forever supple and youthful. The creature slipped her bracelets off and crushed them with its two hands and threw them to the side. The insectoid had defeated Wonder Woman completely and utterly.
“you are just too strong…I thought I could win…..uuuugh” Wonder Woman said to the creature. The gas like pheromones that had been unleashed from the insectoid’s body, coupled with Wonder Woman’s amazonian desire to submit to superior foes; meant that her amazon will was being destroyed and she was becoming more and more feminine. Normally she would never submit to such an ugly monster, but the liquid and pheromones were overcoming her mind.
Diana began touching herself. Her fingers were slowly circling her clit and her other hand massaged her breast.
“uugh, what am I doing…..mmmmm…..feels so good……but I shouldn’t….I am an Amazon princess…..I’m…..Wonder Woman…..”
She was wet as her fingers entered her hole.
“Why do I feel like this? Cant….resist the feeling…..I want more……”
Her sexual experiences had often been a sensual affair. Superman, Steve, even her Amazon sisters….when she made love to them in the past it was soft and good sex. But deep down she had always wanted to be ravaged, tamed and taken. She had a dark yearning to be sexually destroyed . In her horny delerium, the experience of a perfect defeat whilst being conquered by the creatures pheromones, had unearthed that ominous desire even more so.
“Hera…..please help me…..” she begged.
The insectoid seized her by grabbing her waist and pulling her into his strength. She looked down and saw something move from its lower extremities. A large member burst from his body, that was at least 9 inches long with a wide girth. It was purple and dark green in colour with pulsating veins on both sides. It hung like a heavy lethal weapon. Despite its size it fully erected before Diana’s eyes in an instant, reaching 10 inches altogether. The insectoid lifted the once mighty amazon and then impaled her wet hole upon his hardness.
“uuuuugh, I cannot resist anymore…..I want this!” she said in the woozy ecstasy the insectoid’s pheromones had created. Holding her hips the creature rubbed her up and down, lubricating his phallus as if she was nothing more than a piece of meat.
“At the least I must not cum! I have lost the battle, but I can’t let him beat me sexually!” Wonder Woman said to herself.
“No….No! You won’t make me cum…..you won’t….” she shouted at him. But the insectoid just increased the speed causing her limbs and head to flail about.
“I will never cum….no…no….I won’t….cum……I……”
It was too late as she writhed in pleasure and moaned loudly. The insectoid released its green essence into her body, impregnating her with its potent seed. Diana felt the creature enlarge as he ejaculated. She felt like she was being ripped apart for a moment, and then there was calm. The insectoid unsheathed his cock and threw Diana to the side. She lay unconscious, wearing nothing but her tiara, green cum oozing from her sex, her body glistening with the sticky liquids that previously attacked her. The insectoid began clicking, and made a sound that would would rival the shriek of a banshee. Suddenly cocoon pods started to open all around the area of this dark, forest like hive. Diana’s eyes fluttered. As she slowly opened them she could see countless insectoid creatures, many of them with different bodies and shapes. The one that defeated her, bent down and picked her up in his arms.
“I….I never stood a chance” she said as she fell back into unconsciousness.
When Diana finally awoke again she found herself bound inside a cocoon, her body submerged in an adhesive liquid that had hardened. She struggled but to her dismay, she found that she could not get free. Tendrils wrapped themselves around her body and breasts, and she could feel the suction cups on them. When they came into contact with her skin she could feel her power being drained.
“I feel so weak…..clearly these insectoids have many ways to drain my strength” she thought to herself. But Diana continued to think of a way to escape. Despite her humiliating defeat, she had recovered some of her will power, but the thought of confronting an insectoid again produced an uneasy feeling inside her. Suddenly she felt a movement inside her stomach and a sharp pain. She looked down and noticed her belly was swollen all this time! She was paralysed with fright as something crawled out of her vagina. A baby insectoid, unleashing its legs, pulling itself out. Diana could tell it was the offspring of the insectoid that beat her.
“ugh! noooo!” she cried as the creature left her mother’s body.
“I see you have found your calling wonder slut!” a voice spoke. It was Faust. He appeared to Diana outside the cocoon in a ghostly ethereal form. Diana scowled at him.
“As you can see even if you was free you would not be able to get your hands on me. I am merely an astral fly on the wall, watching your defeat and destruction. You should be honoured Diana. You have been chosen to be their brood, and because of your superhuman body you will give birth to countless insectoids!”
“Never!” she responded
“Its too late for that…….Goodbye Diana……I will miss you…just think…..my next plan is to somehow control your offspring and use them against the Justice League and your Amazon sisters” Faust laughed as he disappeared.
“Faust come back…….” she cried. “They may have me, but I will never be taken willingly” she declared. Suddenly a gas was released inside the pod and smaller tendrils started to attach themselves to Wonder Woman’s head.
“No…..Please…..I….” her words were silenced as the tendrils penetrated her brain. Combined with the gas, she lost herself. Her eyes rolled back and she became completely obedient. Diana was now part of the hive.
A day later she was released from the cocoon by two insectoids. They pulled her out of the gooey slime. The sloshing and slurping noises would normally have made Diana’s stomach churn. This time however she was silent with a hypnotic look on her face. She barely blinked. The insectoids made clicking noises and she followed them without question. Large tendrils burst from the ground and bound her, lifting her up in the air in a compromising position. Wonder Woman was now ready for impregnation as a queue of insectoids of different shapes and sizes waited for their turn to produce offspring.
THE END
LADY ENGLAND VS DARK YOGI
It was the swinging 60s and freedom and experimentation was all the rage. Olivia Knight drove her Austin Mini towards Primrose Hill, a part of North London known for its Bohemian decadence. In the twenty years since the end of World War II, Knight almost missed her days battling the Nazis. Her greatest achieved was thwarting the Baron Von Heinrich. A high ranking occult sorcerer and member of the Thule Brotherhood, a secret order and extremist faction of the SS. Von Heinrich had attempted to open a portal to the abyssal realm with the intention to release an army of obedient creatures upon earth that would serve the Third Reich as living weapons. Of course that would be another story…..Let alone Hitlers escape to Argentina…and the time in 1947 where she was trapped in another dimension by the Soviet scientist Dr Maxim Kaganovich…..her service to British intelligence during World War II was memorable and honourable, or at least she thought so. Times had changed so dramatically in twenty years. The British Empire had disintegrated, the political climate had become one of covert espionage and stealth, an extra terrestrial threat had been emerging since the 1950s, and supervillains were becoming more and more original and bizarre.
Olivia stepped out of her Austin Mini which she had parked on the high street of Primrose Hill. She had been invited to a yoga class by her friend Cassandra, a typical yummy mummy that inhabited these privileged parts of London. Yoga was really taking off, especially amongst the more alternative crowd, as was tantra. Was it a cliche for exotic male gurus to help white Western women achieve enlightenment? It reminded her of her most recent adventures abroad. She had just come back from a mission in India where she had been rounding up members of the notorious Sword of Kali cult. A clandestine group specialised in dark sorcery and was close to the Nazis, the SS and the Thule during the 1940s. The foot soldiers of the SOK were no match for Lady England and the mission was effortless.
In all her travels in India, Olivia had continuously come across one name. A shadowy man and charismatic leader, by the name of Daryush….or Darius…the Dark Yogi. She became acquainted with a Sadhu or mystic to acquire knowledge as to the whereabouts of this man. This snake charming, hash smoking, lassi bang drinking shaman had taken a liking to Olivia. Perhaps it was her angelic looks, her white skin, her blue eyes; a rare sight in South India. Or perhaps it was because this man was a horny con artist? He would make claims of how he had not ejaculated in 3 years and had the stamina of a bull. Such statements would make her roll her eyes. She was familiar with the explosion of western hippies travelling eastwards to find themselves with such gurus. Some no doubt were authentic….but others……
She met him on a busy street in Calcutta, and he invited her to his home nearby where he offered her tea. Olivia saw it as an opportunity to inquire into the whereabouts of the SOK leader, Darius. The tea was drugged and Olivia could feel the sedative going to work on her slender body. Unknown to this perverted sadhu, Olivia was no ordinary mortal for she was the legendary immortal Superheroine of World War II, Lady England!
“Oh I feel so light headed” Olivia said feigning dizziness.
“Good good, well lets start by getting you out of these clothes. Slaves of the Dark Yogi must be disrobed after all” the Sadhu replied as he placed his grubby hands on Olivia’s body.
“There’s just one problem sir……”
“what is that?”
“you tea has no effect on me!” Agent Olivia said as she grabbed the Sadhu by the neck and lifted him off the ground.
“Clearly you are a member of the SOK. I have been in search of your leader for sometime now…..I have had just about enough of dealing with his lackeys and underlings” Lady England said in her strong, regal yet feminine falsetto tone and accent.
“I am taking you in for interrogation…..there will be no more enslavement of women today!”
“Never! HAIL DARIUS!” he said as he bit on a cyanide pill embedded inside his mouth. the so called Sadhu, foamed and died instantly. Olivia dropped his lifeless body to the floor. Throughout the years following the end of the war, Lady England would find herself destroying SOK operations and liberating female slaves in many parts of the world. The British intelligence service M.I.X had files that would refer to the organisation as “tantric terrorists”. The women that the Dark Yogi enslaved were often found in a hypnotic state. Mentally compliant and sexually charged. But despite all her travels all over the world, she had never met the movement’s leader, and she was beginning to deny that he existed at all.
In the 60s, superheroes had begun declaring their independence from governments and covert intelligence organisations. Lady England was no different, for she had her fill of answering to the chauvinistic whelps in Whitehall, enforcing colonial and post colonial policies all over the world. She wanted Lady England to be a symbol of hope for all and not a lapdog of the British government. That said, she could never abandon her culturally regal and majestic persona. She was a strong, sexy yet slender, super powered English rose after all. As she drove up to the yoga studio in Primrose Hill, she was looking forward to meeting with her old friends. Away from her life of secret agents, superheroes and what not. She stepped out of her car wearing a yellow mini skirt and high heels, her casual formal white buttoned top complimented the rest of her attire and the summer weather which was always welcomed in England, with most of the year being plagued with cold and sporadic rain. There was always a unique fiery auburn to her hair. Brown with a reddish tinge to it, much like the fallen leaves of Autumn. Olivia wore sunglasses as she strut her way to the venue. It was a hall like any other. Olivia followed the signs to a room upstairs. When she opened the door her nose was hit by the wafting smell of incense. It was a calming feeling but the smoke was quite thick. She could make out a crowd up ahead . A group of women kneeling before a man. Olivia removed her shoes, her friend Cassandra Kensington had informed her of the details of the class, she had her workout attire in her bag.
“Hello?” Olivia said. “Perhaps they are meditating?” she thought to herself. The group of women had their eyes closed and then she caught a glimpse of the teacher. A man of Indian origin. He wore nothing but a the kind of pants that yoga devotees in India wore, she felt the whole thing a bit inappropriate. It was not the kind of sight that would be tolerable in the repressed, stiff upper lipped British and English culture she was familiar with. Still the 1960s had brought with it a wave of freedom. So she decided to be open minded to this tantric yoga craze. Olivia was at least impressed by the man’s formidable physique. Muscular and lean, he was tall and looked powerful but not in a boorish way. She did find him quite intriguing and for some reason it took some mental focus to take her eyes off him. She found a place to get dressed into tighter and more comfortable attire, the kind that she would wear for dance classes, long before she gained her powers from the Fairy realm. With her super human body, Olivia realised she no longer had any use for dance or fitness classes of any kind. Still she missed her old routines and it felt good to wear her old attire. It caressed and moulded nicely around the perfect contours of her body. As she walked back over to the class she noticed her friend Cassandra. To Olivia’s dismay she was completely naked and standing before the teacher! The man slowly removed his lower garments. Before he cast it off completely, Olivia burst forward shouting.
“STOP!” Her gut feeling instantly told her that this man was associated with the Soldiers of Kali cult. “So they have finally penetrated our shores!” she thought to herself.
“It is such an honour, to finally meet you……Lady England!” the man said in a commanding voice.
“so much for covert operations” she said to herself again. “and you are?”
‘I am the man you have been searching for. For all these years you have been merely battling my lackeys in India, but who would have thought that I was right under your nose, here in London”
“you are Darius the Dark Yogi?”
“well done….I have always considered you one of the more intelligent super heroines”
“well then there’s no need for me to pretend anymore” Olivia said as she struck a powerful pose with her arms stretched out the the side her legs n a wide stance and her head looking up. In a flash light she was transformed to Lady England. She often had variations to her costume. Today she boasted her long red gloves, revealing white coloured attire decorated with the red cross. Her legs and torso were bare displaying her silky serpentine frame. She wore her usual white and red crossed high heeled boots. She stood patiently with her fists on her hips.
The Dark Yogi gestured, and Cassandra and her friends moved to the sides of the room. All of them were naked and they sat kneeling on the floor, staring into the abyss with a mindless stupor about their faces.
Lady England did not waste any time. As soon as her friends cleared the area she moved as fast and as sharp as Excalibur’s blade, launching herself with inhuman speed towards her foe. Her desire to connect her fist to his jaw was cut short as she felt her jab touch the cool wind of air. Darius initiated an instant teleport. Clearly the Dark Yogi was a master of sorcery.
“You can’t hide forever Darius!” Olivia declared.
“Don’t worry my darling Lady England, I would never leave you on our first date” he replied in an echoing voice, his physical presence was nowhere to be seen.
“so you’re scared to face me! Afraid I will beat you into submission and defeat?!”
“I admit, you are more powerful at this stage…..I doubt even my blows with effect you. But I have other……assets. Sometimes touch is enough to defeat a woman!”
Suddenly he appeared behind Lady England in a flash of purple light, his hand charged with dark tantric energy. He quickly stroked his two fingers along the back of her spine all the way up towards her swan like neck.
“UUGH” Lady England groaned. It was a strangely uncanny feeling. Burning yet soothing, a sensual sting. His hands were like a scorpions tail combined with a masseuse. She launched a back hand and elbow hoping once again to connect but he repeated his disappearing act.
“I can see you enjoyed that” the strong voice said. As he appeared once again, this time for a split second he was in front of the mighty Lady England. His purple glowing fingers this time ran from her bare belly button upwards through her cleavage towards her chin.
“UUUF” she fumbled as she tried to grab her but predictably felt herself reach for nothingness.
“Could it be that the nation’s superpowered English rose is being made a fool?!” he mocked her from the shadows.
Lady England could actually feel those soft touches, and she was slowly noticing that she was tiring.
“How could it be that they are draining my energy so effectively?” she said to herself. It was not often that the super powered lady of Oxford found herself in such peril. Olivia however was always determined and loved a challenge. The dance continued for some time. Lady England attempting to strike the villain, and Darius teleporting into positions that allowed him to strike the heroine on various points of her body, using his dark tantric touch. Clearly an art form designed for super heroines, soft yet deadly.
“I am determined to add you to my harem Lady England!” he announced.
The idea shocked her. The anger gave her the boost she needed to inspire her desire to vanquish this demonic yogi once and for all. Lady England could feel her body burning. It was fiery with a feeling she was too familiar with. It was lust and passion overcoming her grip on reality. The arousal was so great it was affecting her focus. She felt a moistness gather below, inside her red and white pants.
“Oh Gods, I must resist this feeling……his power is slowly taking hold of me……..I feel such a desire for release. If he is defeating my mighty will it is no wonder how he managed to get so many women to succumb to him” she said to herself. The dark yogi was teleporting through other planes of existence. When Lady England would catch a quick glimpse of him she noticed that the chakra points on his body were all glowing, his base chakra was blazing the brightest of all, and in the colour red.
“He clearly has the power to function on an esoteric level. Physical strength will not be enough” She thought. “Luckily I also have esoteric abilities of my own given to me by the fairy realm and Avalon.” Closing her eyes she accessed her innate spiritual abilities given to her by the Fairy Queen Gwynevar and her allies Merlin and Nimue the Lady of the Lake. Excalibur itself had been transformed to pure energy and was fused to her soul as an alchemical potion took hold of her body. That was the process Olivia went through in the 1940s to become the paragon of regal justice to battle the Nazi’s and their occult sorcery and war machine.
When Lady England opened her eyes, they glowed silver. She could finally see the villain, but unknown to him.
“I have been training for many years, evading your hunt since the 1940s. Travelling to various dimensions learning dark sorcery and what I now call dark yoga. I learnt from entities and beings that are beyond your comprehension Lady England.” he boasted.
Olivia only had to wait. As he teleported towards her for another attack she grabbed him my his throat using her immense strength and lifted him off the ground. She proceeded to squeeze and Darius could feel his larynx being crushed.
“Clearly you have more lessons to learn!” she said harshly to him.
As he gasped for breathe, his attempt to speak failed him, and so he attempted to communicate with Lady England telepathically.
“I….always knew I could not beat you…..you are right…..I have some lessons to learn from the abyssal realms…”
“I have you now, Darius. It has been almost 20 years but you are finally going to face justice!” Lady England declared.
“such pride and arrogance…….alas….I..had no intention of beating you today” he said, struggling to get his words out against the heroine’s grip around his neck. Lady England frowned in confusion.
“What could you possibly mean by that?”
Darius smiled and suddenly his pants evaporated in a purple flame exposing his fully erected phallus. Strong, hard and dark, with a vein pulsating on its side. She found it hard to look away not simply because of the shock of having a man’s cock suddenly thrusted in front of her. There was energetic power that pulled her gaze towards it. It was like the force of a black hole, sucking her attention to the extent where even her mighty will power could not resist. She realised that she was slowly becoming a victim of the Dark Yogi’s erotic psychic attack. A purple beam of light emerged from his cock and struck her mind like a bullet from a gun. The beam looked like a tube that connected his cock to her mind. She slowly let go of the grip she had over Darius’ throat and lowered him to the ground.
“Yes Lady England……this is why I invited you here…….it was through your friends and the ruse of a yoga class that I finally have you ensnared by my power….and on your own home soil! All these years you was searching for me in India, but I will capture you here!” he said to the starry eyed and dazed face of the mighty English super heroine.
“uuggh…….I…..” she struggled but Darius silenced her.
“Hush my English rose……open up to me…….right now I am penetrating your mind……you are being mind fucked. But that is not all the fucking you will be getting” he smiled. The villain immediately began disrobing her costume. He cast it off with ease revealing her amazing body. She wore nothing but her red boots. The sight caused his phallus to harden and erect even higher, for it brought him great pleasure to have the mighty Lady England naked and tamed in his hands. He would be the first super villain to achieve such a feat, for she had always been too powerful and too clever for most of the men involved in villainous endeavours. He placed his hands around the sides of her head to increase the intensity of the power he was having over her mind. Her imagination was suddenly flooded with images of the Dark Yogis naked muscular, brown skinned body dominating her sexually. She could see their sweaty bodies slide and glide over one another, and she could almost taste him and feel his strength inside her.
“Oh Gods…..I must resist…..this feeling….” she said to herself. Darius could hear her.
“No my love…..you are being defeated and you are enjoying it……submit to me…..become weak….you have always wanted a man to take you….and defeat you….”
“uuugh…..I……..Yes……I want this……..want to be weak and feminine……”
“then give in……no need to be the mighty heroine anymore….”
“I want…….this….” she said again.
Olivia could now feel his touch for real.. His hands wonderfully massaging her breasts and teasing her pink nipples. His hand travelled south and his middle finger began fondling her, caressing lightly outside the gates of her vaginal ecstasy. Her insides slowly drenching the tip of his finger with her juices. He laughed.
“I see you are completely owned……I have you now…..submissive as you should be” he said as the visual images in her mind transformed. She could see a vision of herself, naked and barefoot, on her knees, pleasing her would be master’s phallus. Olivia wanted so bad to taste him, the burning lust was driving her insane.
“You want so badly to suck it……go ahead…this is your destiny……Lady England was always meant to be on her knees”
“I do want this…..” she confirmed…. “so badly…. I want to be fucked and to suck…..but…..”
“but what my love” he asked.
“But……BUT NOT BY YOU!” She cried just as her will power was on the brink of being broken by his erotic power and dominance. She launched a reverse hammer blow towards his chin and the Dark Yogi was send 10 metres back to the floor where he remained motionless. Lady England immediately fell to her knees exhausted from the tantric attack on her body. She still felt sexually charged, the horniness was like a tingling swarm all over her body’s most sensitive at her erogenous zones but she also felt it powerfully up her spine and at the top of her head. This sensual sting refused to go away. This passion inflamed fever made her woozy but it felt good at the same time.
As always the mighty heroine’s will power and mind was her fortress as much as her body. She was disrobed of everything but her boots and tiara. She walked towards Darius as he began to move. Her intention was to bring him to justice, her body still over stimulated, yearning for release. Darius knew he did not have enough power to beat her.
“Until next time !” He said as he looked back at her and flashed his dark eyes with the animalistic look unlike a cat. With a wave of his hand he used the last of his energetic reserves to open a portal.
“STOP!” Lady England shouted, knowing that although weakened she had enough strength to vanquish the villain. It would have been quite the glorious victory for the her, had the ravishing English rose failed to factor in her environment and the hyper sensualised state of her body.
A hand grabbed Lady England from behind.
“Just where do you think you are going Olivia?”
It was Cassandra, her old friend who had arranged this entire meeting. Of course she was unaware of her actions and at the time she continued to be under the villain’s control. Cassandra placed her hand on Lady England’s left breast and began caressing. This paralysed Olivia with passion, but she still tried her best to fight forward in the hope she would apprehend Darius. Suddenly she she felt something between her legs. It was the tongue and mouth of her old ballet class mate, Poppy. The last they met, they had shared kiss when they were both 16 in their secondary school girls’ toilets in Oxford. Poppy had always been about rebellion and exploration. She knew how to seduce the naive Olivia so long ago. Now Poppy was kissing and sucking Olivia’s other lips. Her tongue glided over her clit continuously as she soaked it inside the saliva of her mouth.
“uuuuuugh….nooo….Poppy…..stop!” Lady England begged. It was too late. With the damage that Darius had done to her body, she was powerless to resist and fight back against erotic touch.
“Oh Gods……my will power……is failing……” she said to herself as she saw Darius walk towards the portal. He looked back and said his last words.
“Wish I could stay and watch this……goodbye Lady England we will meet again…..but before we do I will leave a present for you now that your mighty will power is melting….”
Lady England felt multiple hands all over her body as Cassandra’s friends came over to enjoy this meal. They were truly a band of cougars’ prowling towards their sexy prey. Olivia felt a hundred pecks from the female lips on her neck, her shoulders, up and down her back. Someone behind her put her arms in a sensual arm lock and pulled them upwards to expose the sides of her body. Hands and lips caressed that area. The women smeared their tongues and mouths across her torso and thighs. Olivia was losing herself. Darius noticed her smiling in ecstasy. He wished that he could have been the one who had taken her down but he knew he was too low on energy to be able to defeat Lady England.
The truth of her iron will and immense power became evident as he tried to penetrate her mind once again with his mind control abilities. It felt like surfing against the most devastating waves or scaling the steepest of walls. And then with his own eyes he could see a silver light emerge from Lady England’s solar plexus and a determined stare from her cold blue eyes. Darius realised that this was her second wind and that soon neither him or his hypnotised slaves would be able to restrain her even in her wet and woozy trance. The swarm of female bodies gathered around her. She felt her two mouths sucking on her supple breasts and a number of mouths wolfing away at her clit and vagina. Lady England’s powerful light flickered, she strained away as she tried her best to focus her fairy given powers. Even her Avalonian spirit was no match for the pleasurable attacks.
“I can’t…..win……..the rising…..I want…..to surrender” she said to herself, and surrender she did as her body shuddered whilst her vocal chords released a submissive moan. She climaxed and squirted her juices upon the faces of the two helpless hypnotised females beneath and in front of her. She kissed Cassandra one last time and smiled, still in a daze, unaware of who she was. For a moment, Lady England’s identity was destroyed. But for how long? Darius knew this was his only opportunity as he launched a psychic attack from his mind, penetrating Olivia’s mental walls. Lady England’s once iron will was gone.
As Darius swam around in her mind he knew he did not have enough time. There was always the risk that she could regain control and in his weakened state he had to retreat. He had one last thing to do. He left a present deep in Lady England’s subconscious.
“You belong to me Lady England…..when we meet again…..your defeat will be inevitable…..I leave you now with this gift” he said to her. The Dark Yogi left something deep inside her mind, and in her weakened state she was completely unaware.
“We will meet again!” Darius said as he disappeared into the portal. As it closed all of the female would be yoga students collapsed to the floor unconscious. Lady England felt herself slipping into the darkness herself but she fought with all her strength to stay awake. Her pride as the mighty English rose got the better of her as she refused to fall unconscious but she collapsed to her knees, breathing hard, trying to get her energy back. She retrieved her costume from the floor and quickly donned the clothing once more. She noticed Cassandra and her friends lying on the floor, naked heaps of feminine flesh spread out. They seemed to be in some kind of a slumber. Olivia wondered if the neighbours in the area had been disturbed. Suddenly, the silence was disturbed by a large group of Camden Town’s boys in blue. The officers were responding to complaints in the area. The men were shocked and entertained at the same time by what greeted their eyes.
“Thank heavens you have arrived, I must make a report, please see to it that these women are unharmed and escorted to their homes. There is a notorious villain at large, I just faced off against him, but I must make haste and apprehend him. You boys would be much better equipped to help these civilians here” Lady England explained.
“Really?” said one of the officers who seemed to find the entire scene a joke.
“This is no laughing matter!” Lady England said slightly raising her voice, her body striking a power pose.
“Well it seems. we will have to take you in…..and your friends…..lesbian orgies in public are completely illegal!” the officer said.
“I beg your pardon….do you know who I am…..I am Lady England!”
“yes and I am the Queen Victoria” the officer mocked.
Olivia felt the handcuffs bind, grip and click around her red gloved wrists. She sighed.
“Listen little man……I can prove to you that I am in fact England’s mighty rose. I shall break free of these cuffs and after that I shall have your job!”
“Go ahead then…..Look boys, this is mighty Lady England, not some dominatrix for some lesbian sex party, we made a mistake” he chuckled and the other police men laughed.
Lady England, with a sassy look on her face decided enough was enough.
“I don’t have the time for this” and using her strength she applied her superhuman pressure against the handcuffs. To Olivia’s dismay, she was powerless. She had no idea that the battle with Darius had weakened her so.
“ugh I can’t get free!” she said
“Take her away boys” the officer in charge said. Two men grabbed her from behind. She had never before felt so helpless in the hands of ordinary mortal men. There was nothin she could do.
“Put the slut in the back…..she will enjoy a jail cell tonight” he said.
It was a truly humiliating day for Lady England. To be weakened by a super villain, defeated by his hypnotised female sex slaves and then arrested by normal police officers. The two officers shoved her into the back of their vehicle. As she rested in the cell that reeked of urine, she could feel her powers return. She tested the bars of the cell door and it did not take much effort for her to bend them and break down the door. The noise alerted the on duty night shift officer.
“Y…you….are Lady England”
“Thats right little man……. where’s your boss?”
The man had fear in his eyes as he gestured a pointing hand upstairs. With her magically enhanced senses she felt the energy and aura of all the bodies in the building. She flew upwards and burst through the ceiling, hovering over the hole she had left in the floor in the room above. The man was in shock at the marvel that was in front of him. But this was the man that humiliated her, the police man who refused to listen to her. He was paralysed with fear, sitting behind a desk. She darted forward towards him and threw the desk aside. Her grip was like vice as she clasped it around his balls, elevating his body above the ground. She was careful to not squeeze too hard.
“aargh, let….go” he struggled
“Listen you boorish oaf, the next time a woman asks for help, you would be wise to listen and be more of a gentleman….not making chauvinistic assumptions in that misogynist head of yours….I will let you keep your balls today…. but please refrain from using the word slut when describing a woman, especially if she has not consented to it”
Lady England released as he fumbled to the floor. The heroine then flew out of the window demolishing the glass on her exit.
“superintendent!” said one officer as he and two others rushed into his demolished office.
“I am tired of these super types….something needs to be done about them” he said with frustration and anger on his face.
THE END
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