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The day began like many others had for our superheroine friend with the usual easy capture of common criminals and petty thieves. But it would end like no other, for on this day our sexy super heroine would begin an adventure like no other, one that would change her life completely.

On edge of the steamy jungles of South America a volcano erupted with astounding ferocity, shooting ash and lava as far as the eye could see. The lava's roaring torrent ate away at the landscape as it rushed down toward a tiny isolated village. Untroubled for thousands of years the village inhabitants thought tales of the monster to the West was but a memory of a time long since passed. Now suddenly, their village was faced with certain annihilation.

That morning Wonder Woman had helped in the apprehension of a couple of bank robbers. This afternoon she was flying the South America patrol for the Justice League of America when she noticed the volcanic eruption and saw the plight of the village. Turning her invisible plane around at once, she knew that she was the village's only hope. Within minutes she was over the site. Only seconds before lava annihilated the village, she lassoed a massive bolder and with all the power the plane could muster, lifted the bolder and placed it in the lava's path, diverting the flow harmlessly in another direction, saving the village.

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

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

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

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

How was this possible, she wondered, but decided it was best not to ask the women directly. Perhaps at the feast she would learn more as indeed she did -- much much more than she ever imagined!

Wonder Woman also noticed with displeasure she tried to conceal that the women of the village were very free with their bodies. She saw girls kissing each other on the mouth or women giving one another an affectionate slap on the ass, or squeezing together in embrace so warm their tits must touch. One older woman seemed to be instructing a young girl in the finer points of sucking a woman's tits and rewarded her eager pupil with a practiced hand between the nymph's legs that made her cry out. She saw couples drift off only to come back later flushed and laughing as if they had been doing something delightfully naughty. In her prudish way, Wonder Woman attributed this immorality to ignorance and isolation from wholesome American culture, though she was too PC to say such a thing.

As twilight fell, fires were lit and a sumptuous meal prepared and the first flagons of wine began to be passed around. After a gourd or so, Wonder Woman got up the courage to inquire how village women could conceive without men. The group of smiling village elders -- gorgeous, voluptuous women in their -- forties? -- broke into gales of mischievous laughter and invited a tipsy Wonder Woman to come with them. They guided her uncertain steps outside the village along a carefully tended path. There in a perfect little grove they showed her a curious pillar.

The leader explained that they prayed to the pillar and worshipped it as their god. When the time was right, a group of virgins were presented to the god and, if worthy, each would bear a child. Wonder woman observed the tall phallic-shaped object which stood some 20 feet in the air. Around it were dozens of smaller phalluses. At the base of the pillar there was also an inscription which none of the women could read. To her amazement, Wonder Woman saw that the script was a very archaic form of Greek which she could decipher "Thou who art come of age, give thyself to me upon this stone and thou shalt be blessed with child."

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

Fortunately for her dignity, someone called the group to come back of the village for the feast. One of the women took her hand and drew her away from the phallus. The vision and the music faded and Wonder Woman was able momentarily to put out of mind how horny being near the pillar had made her.

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

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

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

As Queen Althea poured her still another cup of the special wine, Wonder Woman found herself realizing about how badly she wanted sex. She felt a tingling sensation in her breasts and between her legs. She noticed that her nipples were distended and that the moisture oozing from her pussy. Embarrassed, she realized that Althea had noticed the expanding wet spot in her tight blue and star hot pants. The urge to reach down into her briefs and get herself off returned and became almost unbearable.

Shaking her head to clear her mind of such thoughts, Wonder Woman looked around and was shocked. The feast was turning into an orgy. A sexual frenzy had come upon the women who very publicly were kissing and feeling each other up. The group of young girls had been singled out for attention. A pair of older woman was with each, one kissing and fondling her breasts while the other tongued her to orgasm after orgasm. Others were happily 69-ing on mats that had been laid out by the tables. Wonder Woman turned to Althea expecting the Queen to stop this disgusting, though arousing, display of public immorality.

"The spirit of the god is upon them, is not?" the Queen said with a serene smile, seeming to defuse Wonder Woman's unspoken disapproval. "It is the night of the Presentation and we naturally express our love, our desire for one another," she explained looking deep into Wonder woman's eyes. "We love you, Beautiful One for what you have done for us." Before the astonished Amazon could reply, the Queen placed her hand behind Wonder Woman's neck and was kissing her full on the lips.

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

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

The Queen continued to smile regally at her but did not seem offended. "Oh you must not leave us just now, Beautiful One. The feast has just begun. You must stay for the Presentation. Tonight every virgin in the village will stand before the god and seek the Blessing. Is there nothing I can do to make you change your mind?"

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

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

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

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

Wonder Woman could only look up at her in dazed confusion and nod her head in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An hour later the God Pan, satisfied in more ways than one, smiled down at the still sleeping Amazon. How he had longed for and plotted for this night. He had established this colony of brainwashed women here years ago, populating it with his daughters. In return for a spell that allowed Vulcan to breed his wife Venus once more, the god had released the volcano's power. His beautiful witch wife, Althea had cast a spell to give the phallus its erotic power. Pan's scheme was proceeding well. Wonder Woman would cease to pollute the world as a role model for a generation of women, women who were too smart, too independent. "No more, Amazon," he smirked. "No more!"

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

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

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

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