Power Girl & Wonder Woman; Sluggin' it out

Story by Mistress Olivia

Okay, so the image I recently added to my gallery..

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...started my brain churning. Not only with the ideas that went into the picture, but and entire story to go along with it, back story, continuation, and yes, ideas for additional renders.

As I noted in my gallery, a complete story may not ever happen. I tend to "get bored and wander off" a lot, with these sorts of projects. Sometimes I wander back and pick em back up again, but usually not.

So, just the opening part of the story, to get some feedback, suggestions, maybe even additional motivation to keep writing and rendering.

The story(including what's not yet written) includes:

Futa (obviously)

Tentacles

Rape

Impregnation

Bestiality

Humiliation

(maybe) mind control

Corruption

Twincest(sort of)

Wonder Woman & Power Girl

“Slugging It Out”

Chapter 1: Where did it go wrong?

Karen was completely dazed, her vision was still a dark blur, she could only hear a muffled ringing sound pounding in her ears, her everything hurt too much to even really sense her own body. She knew something was wrong, she wasn't sure exactly what, just yet, but “anything that could leave Power Girl feeling like this, couldn't be good. Where was she? What was going on? What had she even been doing? As she was just starting to feel the pins and needles telling her her body was even still there, she remembered. She'd gone searching for Wonder Woman, whom had gone missing herself, shortly after someone managed to steal her golden lasso and she went to investigate that. That had been months ago. Karen had gotten wind of a rumor, through her own contacts, of a “raggedy looking version of Wonder Woman” being spotted by a sewer worker. When questioned, his friends said the person who saw her, had gone missing themselves, a couple of weeks ago, but they directed her to the right part of the sewers. It should have been a simple matter to just zip through using her X-ray vision and check the area, but these were old sewers, shored up with iron work over the decades, but still containing plenty of lead pipes, most older than Karen herself. Hell, some of them might well be older than Diana.

“Diana! I found her!” Karen suddenly remembered. The rush of that thought was accompanied, or perhaps triggered sensation starting to return. Karen's triumphant realization was quickly forgotten as she felt something lodged deep into her ass, pulling upwards, no.. she was hanging from it! Immediately she tried to struggle, barely able to feel, much less move her muscles, and the first tug of her arms, told her they were pulled up behind her back, and somehow tied to whatever it was jammed up her ass. She immediately chose to not pull her arms again, instead trying to focus enough to lift some of her weight off of the anal impalement, by flexing her arms. “Wait, I can freakin' fly!” she though, and then discovered she was apparently wrong. Something was stopping her power of flight from working at all. She started to feel additional bonds, wrapped around her legs, her waist, her neck, but, something was wrong again... they were moving?Yes, moving, definitely moving, snaking over her body, wrapped around her neck, coiled around her breasts! She realized she could feel whatever those slimy tendrils were, coiling around her bare breasts, squeezing them randomly. She tried to open her eyes and look down, then realized her eyes were open, and her vision still a complete blurry nothing! She opened her mouth voice some sort of objection, if not outright scream, but no sooner did her lips part, than she felt a tongue pushed between them into her mouth. No.. it wasn't a tongue, it was a tentacle, the broad, flat tip of a squid-like tentacle, but different, she felt small boney, maybe tooth-like barbs along one side of it, scratching against her tongue, which lolled out of her mouth as she let it fall open. She wanted to close it again, gnash her teeth down on the slimy invader, but couldn't find the strength. Then she felt a second one, sliding in along the first, this one pushing into her cheek, tugging a bit, almost exploring.

Each tentacle seemed to have an additional bit past the flattened part, another thin little feeler section, she could feel that, just starting to tickle the back of her throat. Her entire body convulsed, or perhaps more of a shiver, for what little strength she had, but it was enough, whatever creature was molesting her noticed, and she felt those tendrils constricting and pulling down on her legs. Which made whatever was stuffed up her ass pull even harder upwards. Her efforts to scream at that sudden disruption only came out

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