Moonboy
04-11-2007, 1:26 PM
FEM FATALES
CHAPTER 2
BY MOONBOY
Wonder Woman’s powerful thighs tightly trapped the newly named Omega-boy’s head as he moaned and lapped. The feel of her gorgeous ass on his face was intoxicating. His cock was rigid and his balls were aching. The smell of her permeated his being. But he was also feeling intense humiliation. He had never before been so completely dominated.
Above him, Wonder Woman was thoroughly enjoying dominating this once Alpha male. She clamped her powerful thighs tight and wiggled her crotch onto his tongue, pushing down.
“Dig that tongue deep,” she commanded.
She instructed him in every detail of how to completely satisfy her by using his tongue and nose in her pussy and between her cheeks. She took her sweet time, riding his face to her heart’s and vagina’s content. When she finally felt herself starting to orgasm, she rode and grinded hard onto his face, almost suffocating him beneath her. She rode him to her complete satisfaction. Then she rested for a minute as he gasped beneath her, desperate for air. Then she began riding again, working towards her next orgasm as he writhed and mumbled incoherently begging for mercy.
Meanwhile, Mystique had been enjoying thoughts of what she would do with the former Alpha male. She had plenty of male prisoners to use and toy with, of course. They were “normals” that she had used her influence to “acquire”. But she had not used any of them last night. She was saving up her desires for this special treat. She headed for the room they had imprisoned him in to see if Wonder Woman was done with him yet.
Mystique found him back in the containment cell they had first put him in. He was restrained in a kneeling position with his thighs wide. Pussy juices were smeared all over his face and his hair was rumpled. Mystique laughed.
“I’m going to have to say something to Diana about cleaning her toys before she puts them away.”
Omega-boy knelt with his head lowered in shame and moaned softly.
“Aw,” Mystique taunted, “did Wonder Woman break the big, strong, Alpha male so easily? I had so hoped there would be some fight left for me to break.”
That got some reaction out of him. There was just something about the look on her face, her smirking, mocking, smug attitude, that rekindled his anger.
“That’s my boy,” she teased. “Show me that tough, macho attitude.”
She suddenly spun and took him by surprise, using her shape shifting abilities. Her ass-cheeks expanded and engulfed his entire face. She wiggled to get comfortable.
“Start lapping,” she laughed.
His face trapped in her cheeks, he almost instinctively started lapping.
“There are men on this world that always have their heads up my ass- figuratively speaking,” she said. “I am surrounded by groveling ass-kissers that want to curry my favor. But you’d prefer to be dominating me, wouldn’t you, Omega-boy? You’d prefer to have me bent over and driving that hard cock into my ass and emptying those big, aching balls, wouldn’t you, poor baby?”
He moaned and whimpered in frustration and humiliation as he kept lapping.
“Well, being my ass-kissing, butt-licking toy is the closest you’re ever going to get to that so you might as well learn to like it,” she laughed.
Omega boy gasped helplessly, suffocating as he was engulfed in Mystique’s ass. She was absolutely merciless, suffocating him to the edge of unconsciousness and then allowing him one breath. She rode him to her complete satisfaction. When she was done, she clamped her cheeks and laughed at his insane thrashings as she smothered him into unconsciousness.
When Omega boy awoke, he moaned in pain. He was alone in the chamber, his face and entire head sticky from his ordeal. Soon, an absolutely gorgeous young woman with long blond hair walked in. She was dressed only in a white string bikini.
“I’m Emma Frost,” she said. “I’m better known as the White Queen so it is appropriate that I queen you. Perhaps I should call you the White Pawn.”
Omega boy writhed, trying to blubber and beg through his gag, terrified of being smothered again as Emma Frost’s exquisite ass descended and her luscious cheeks pressed his nose closed while he silently screamed through his gagged mouth. He could hear her telepathically.
“Suffer for me, male pawn. I can feel your terror, humiliation and arousal. I know how degraded you feel being humbled and dominated by women. Well, it is only going to get worse, poor baby.”
The White Queen was not as rough as Wonder Woman or Mystique but she sat with a regal attitude that he was nothing more than an object, a pawn to please her and that made it even more humiliating. Then she turned around and began grinding her pussy lips around his nose, using him however she pleased. He looked up, seeing the undersides of her firm, high pale breasts and her flat toned stomach. He was aroused and convulsing, his strength useless as he was helpless. She bounced and rode his face, taking herself to orgasm after orgasm. All the while, she was putting rules and orders into his mind. When she finally dismounted, he was even more of a disheveled mess. She patted his stomach and smirked.
“Hmm,” she purred, “that was good for me. Was it good for you?”
She walked out as he could only stare in longing and fear at her perfect ass.
Unbreakable rules were running through Omega boy’s mind, rules she had planted there. ‘Be attentive to the needs of the Fem Fatales at every moment; give Wonder Woman, Mystique, the White Queen and Poison Ivy instant and cheerful obedience with an attitude that there is nothing you would rather be doing; believe everything they tell you. The purpose of your existence is to worship their asses and pussies.’
Soon, Poison Ivy walked in. Her soft red hair fell to her waist and her tanned skin glistened. Her costume consisted of three green leaves. Two of them covered only the large nipples of her high and full breasts and one barely covered her pussy. They were held on by thin vines. She walked over and straddled his face. She removed the leaf over her pussy and tickled his nose with it, emphasizing his helplessness. Then she worked her pussy around his nose. As soon as he tried to breathe, he felt he was being poisoned.
“Mmph! Mmph!” he moaned, writhing helplessly.
“Mmmm, yes, I’m afraid my skin and bodily juices are poison,” she smirked.
She continued slicking his nose with her pussy.
“Now be a good boy and breathe deeply.”
Omega boy was terrified because he could feel her poisons permeating his body. They were unlike any toxins he had encountered before. He was getting weak. His strength was fading. Poison Ivy opened the plug in his gag and trickled her juices down into his wide and helpless mouth as he struggled in abject terror. She bounced, hot and sweaty, to a fantastic orgasm-for her.
A week later, a week of Poison Ivy’s poisons permeating his body, and the Fem Fatales looked down at the now scrawny and powerless male on all fours, humbled at their feet. The White Queen snapped a collar around his neck and Mystique connected a leash.
“Come on,” Wonder Woman said, “we have to introduce our new mascot and butt cushion to our adoring public.”
“Heel,” Poison Ivy laughed as Omega boy weakly crawled along on all fours behind them, staring at their perfect asses like the humbled and defeated ass cushion he now was.
CHAPTER 2
BY MOONBOY
Wonder Woman’s powerful thighs tightly trapped the newly named Omega-boy’s head as he moaned and lapped. The feel of her gorgeous ass on his face was intoxicating. His cock was rigid and his balls were aching. The smell of her permeated his being. But he was also feeling intense humiliation. He had never before been so completely dominated.
Above him, Wonder Woman was thoroughly enjoying dominating this once Alpha male. She clamped her powerful thighs tight and wiggled her crotch onto his tongue, pushing down.
“Dig that tongue deep,” she commanded.
She instructed him in every detail of how to completely satisfy her by using his tongue and nose in her pussy and between her cheeks. She took her sweet time, riding his face to her heart’s and vagina’s content. When she finally felt herself starting to orgasm, she rode and grinded hard onto his face, almost suffocating him beneath her. She rode him to her complete satisfaction. Then she rested for a minute as he gasped beneath her, desperate for air. Then she began riding again, working towards her next orgasm as he writhed and mumbled incoherently begging for mercy.
Meanwhile, Mystique had been enjoying thoughts of what she would do with the former Alpha male. She had plenty of male prisoners to use and toy with, of course. They were “normals” that she had used her influence to “acquire”. But she had not used any of them last night. She was saving up her desires for this special treat. She headed for the room they had imprisoned him in to see if Wonder Woman was done with him yet.
Mystique found him back in the containment cell they had first put him in. He was restrained in a kneeling position with his thighs wide. Pussy juices were smeared all over his face and his hair was rumpled. Mystique laughed.
“I’m going to have to say something to Diana about cleaning her toys before she puts them away.”
Omega-boy knelt with his head lowered in shame and moaned softly.
“Aw,” Mystique taunted, “did Wonder Woman break the big, strong, Alpha male so easily? I had so hoped there would be some fight left for me to break.”
That got some reaction out of him. There was just something about the look on her face, her smirking, mocking, smug attitude, that rekindled his anger.
“That’s my boy,” she teased. “Show me that tough, macho attitude.”
She suddenly spun and took him by surprise, using her shape shifting abilities. Her ass-cheeks expanded and engulfed his entire face. She wiggled to get comfortable.
“Start lapping,” she laughed.
His face trapped in her cheeks, he almost instinctively started lapping.
“There are men on this world that always have their heads up my ass- figuratively speaking,” she said. “I am surrounded by groveling ass-kissers that want to curry my favor. But you’d prefer to be dominating me, wouldn’t you, Omega-boy? You’d prefer to have me bent over and driving that hard cock into my ass and emptying those big, aching balls, wouldn’t you, poor baby?”
He moaned and whimpered in frustration and humiliation as he kept lapping.
“Well, being my ass-kissing, butt-licking toy is the closest you’re ever going to get to that so you might as well learn to like it,” she laughed.
Omega boy gasped helplessly, suffocating as he was engulfed in Mystique’s ass. She was absolutely merciless, suffocating him to the edge of unconsciousness and then allowing him one breath. She rode him to her complete satisfaction. When she was done, she clamped her cheeks and laughed at his insane thrashings as she smothered him into unconsciousness.
When Omega boy awoke, he moaned in pain. He was alone in the chamber, his face and entire head sticky from his ordeal. Soon, an absolutely gorgeous young woman with long blond hair walked in. She was dressed only in a white string bikini.
“I’m Emma Frost,” she said. “I’m better known as the White Queen so it is appropriate that I queen you. Perhaps I should call you the White Pawn.”
Omega boy writhed, trying to blubber and beg through his gag, terrified of being smothered again as Emma Frost’s exquisite ass descended and her luscious cheeks pressed his nose closed while he silently screamed through his gagged mouth. He could hear her telepathically.
“Suffer for me, male pawn. I can feel your terror, humiliation and arousal. I know how degraded you feel being humbled and dominated by women. Well, it is only going to get worse, poor baby.”
The White Queen was not as rough as Wonder Woman or Mystique but she sat with a regal attitude that he was nothing more than an object, a pawn to please her and that made it even more humiliating. Then she turned around and began grinding her pussy lips around his nose, using him however she pleased. He looked up, seeing the undersides of her firm, high pale breasts and her flat toned stomach. He was aroused and convulsing, his strength useless as he was helpless. She bounced and rode his face, taking herself to orgasm after orgasm. All the while, she was putting rules and orders into his mind. When she finally dismounted, he was even more of a disheveled mess. She patted his stomach and smirked.
“Hmm,” she purred, “that was good for me. Was it good for you?”
She walked out as he could only stare in longing and fear at her perfect ass.
Unbreakable rules were running through Omega boy’s mind, rules she had planted there. ‘Be attentive to the needs of the Fem Fatales at every moment; give Wonder Woman, Mystique, the White Queen and Poison Ivy instant and cheerful obedience with an attitude that there is nothing you would rather be doing; believe everything they tell you. The purpose of your existence is to worship their asses and pussies.’
Soon, Poison Ivy walked in. Her soft red hair fell to her waist and her tanned skin glistened. Her costume consisted of three green leaves. Two of them covered only the large nipples of her high and full breasts and one barely covered her pussy. They were held on by thin vines. She walked over and straddled his face. She removed the leaf over her pussy and tickled his nose with it, emphasizing his helplessness. Then she worked her pussy around his nose. As soon as he tried to breathe, he felt he was being poisoned.
“Mmph! Mmph!” he moaned, writhing helplessly.
“Mmmm, yes, I’m afraid my skin and bodily juices are poison,” she smirked.
She continued slicking his nose with her pussy.
“Now be a good boy and breathe deeply.”
Omega boy was terrified because he could feel her poisons permeating his body. They were unlike any toxins he had encountered before. He was getting weak. His strength was fading. Poison Ivy opened the plug in his gag and trickled her juices down into his wide and helpless mouth as he struggled in abject terror. She bounced, hot and sweaty, to a fantastic orgasm-for her.
A week later, a week of Poison Ivy’s poisons permeating his body, and the Fem Fatales looked down at the now scrawny and powerless male on all fours, humbled at their feet. The White Queen snapped a collar around his neck and Mystique connected a leash.
“Come on,” Wonder Woman said, “we have to introduce our new mascot and butt cushion to our adoring public.”
“Heel,” Poison Ivy laughed as Omega boy weakly crawled along on all fours behind them, staring at their perfect asses like the humbled and defeated ass cushion he now was.