Female Warrior and Aliens

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At 1:45 PM on July 22nd,

Wonder Woman, in the Predator's stealth spaceship, awoke to find herself firmly bound. She raised her head, her blurry vision gradually clearing.
She felt the golden "Princess Crown" with a red star on her forehead was still there, but her "wristbands," "Power Belt,"

and "Veritable Ropes" were gone.

With the "Power Belt" confiscated, Wonder Woman had essentially lost her divine powers, leaving her only with physical abilities superior to a normal woman; her fighting ability had been stripped of ninety percent. But this Amazonian princess was not discouraged, for she firmly believed that with her exceptional wisdom, courage, and experience, she could turn the tide.

Wonder Woman assessed her situation… her clothes were intact, but her feet were several feet off the ground, her back pressed against an X-shaped metal plate, her limbs stretched diagonally and tightly bound by an unknown steel lock, suspending her on the plate. Aside from the lingering sting of the tranquilizer dart in her left buttock and the inexplicable stain of perfume oil all over her clothes, her body showed no other abnormalities.

Wonder Woman glanced to her left and right, seeing Supergirl and Batgirl, also coated in a thin layer of oil, chained to either side of her. They remained unconscious, their blonde and orange heads drooping limply. Supergirl didn't use weapons, but Batgirl's belt, laden with gadgets, was no longer in its original position.
"Kawa! Barbara!" Wonder Woman softly called their original names.

Soon, Supergirl, whose physical strength was second only to Wonder Woman's among the three, awoke, followed by Batgirl, the human woman most affected by the anesthetic.

"Those darts that attacked me must have contained 'Green Kryptonite'..." But Supergirl seemed even weaker than Batgirl: "I'm as weak as a kitten now..."

(Note: Green Kryptonite, the nemesis of Superman and Supergirl.)

Batgirl remained silent, observing the darkness around her. Aside from six red beams projected onto their bodies like surveillance cameras, she could see nothing else.

"I've also lost my powers," Wonder Woman calmly reassured Supergirl. "But..."
Just then, the sound of an automatic door opening rang out, and the light streaming in from outside revealed to the three heroines that they were trapped in a cell with metal walls. In the light stood a massive silhouette of a Predator, over seven feet tall.

This creature looked down at his curvaceous captives, as if admiring their exquisite bodies. Unforgettable at first sight, their gleaming suits suggested they were undoubtedly the most majestic females on the planet, renowned worldwide for their strength and beauty.

But now, they hung helplessly and pathetically before him, becoming his display of treasures, enduring anxious, helpless, and weak defeats... How tempting it was for him to mate with them!

The strongest hunter warrior confidently stepped into the room. This alien species surveyed his three defeated adversaries from above, staring greedily, savoring their perfect, restrained posture.

Before he arrived at the red light, the three heroines finally saw for the first time who had so easily defeated them all.

As his strange alien screams filled the silent room, both captives and hunters cautiously assessed him.
He was extremely tall, muscular, a foot taller than Superman and Batman; robust and massive, his pale yellow skin dotted with black spots, and his battle-worn helmet and armor suggested a seasoned warrior. The shimmering light on his wrist guards and shoulder armor revealed advanced alien technology, which had allowed him to easily defeat his captives earlier.

The three heroines immediately recognized him as the "Predator." They had all read government files and reports, studied the detailed data and tactical analysis of the "Batcomputer," and even heard stories of Batman and Superman dealing with their members. There were even rumors that the current governor of a certain state in the United States, before entering politics, had fought a fierce battle as a soldier against the first Predator to arrive on Earth...

But hearsay is a completely different experience from witnessing it firsthand. Although they had always been mentally prepared to encounter this creature, they had never had the chance to face it in battle. The three charming but defenseless heroines realized with a trembling voice that their first opportunity to gaze upon this being was due to their utter defeat, restraint, and suspended display. None of the three were accustomed to being so… “vulnerable.”

Meanwhile, the creature’s strange eyes were fascinated by the delicate female captives, their oily bodies shimmering slightly under the spotlight. Even now, he remembered the pleasant sensation of transporting these slender female prisoners to the stealth ship that had landed in the center of the valley, programmed to be undetectable. He loved the way their shapely limbs swayed involuntarily as they were moved; even better was laying these beauties together on the experimental table, disarming them, and oiling them.

He enjoyed smearing the thick, sticky oil on the voluptuous curves of these half-asleep heroines. It wasn’t absolutely necessary; oiling freshly captured spoils was simply a tribal tradition. But at this crucial juncture, the Predator meticulously savored the process.

He cradled the unconscious Supergirl in his left arm, his claw-like right hand, like a cup or a claw, groping through her clothes for her small yet pert breasts. He smeared fragrant oil on the smooth surface and tips, then his hands and eyes fell upon her taut buttocks. His

massive hand gleefully traced the contours of her slender, beautiful legs, then casually lifted her blue miniskirt, revealing that the bright red thong covering her full, round buttocks was also soaked with oil. He heard a soft moan escape her rosy lips, her fragrant, silky blonde hair seemingly struggling, playfully scattering across the lab table.

Supergirl's proportions were delicate, while Wonder Woman's body could only be described as magnificent. This alien creature smeared oil over the unconscious Amazonian princess's enormous breasts, wasp waist, and flawless buttocks beneath her suit.

The soft, rounded curves of these Earth females, and the soft moans they uttered while being oiled, were incredibly captivating, a unique experience for the hunter, causing his crotch to… bulge.

Disarmed and oiled, the Predator now stood before his three suspended prey. Enjoying the fruits of his labor, he examined their shackled, oiled bodies.

The high metal plates kept the three women several feet off the ground, so as the Predator walked past them, his eyes were at eye level with their hips. He carefully observed Supergirl's snow-white thighs, Batgirl's perfectly protruding pelvis, and the small mound at the front of Wonder Woman's star-studded hot pants. He also memorized each woman's scent. This seasoned hunter would never forget any of the details.
During this time, Supergirl and Batgirl remained completely silent. Only Wonder Woman dared to challenge…

“What do you want from us?” Wonder Woman shouted defiantly. “Why did you come here to capture us?”

But after a long, tense silence, there was no response.

“Answer me, demon!” Wonder Woman commanded.

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The creature suddenly emitted a series of howls and indistinct screams.

“Wait!” Supergirl cried out. “Diana, please be quiet! I think I can explain what he’s saying.

I guess it’s a language I learned in another universe…”

“I can’t understand everything he’s saying… but it’s probably… his people, they’ve come to Earth for generations… to come here… to ‘hunt.’” “

We already knew that!” Batgirl complained, struggling to break free of her restraints several times in vain.

The creature cried out again.

Supergirl continued translating: “These creatures come frequently to hunt the strongest Earth warriors to prove themselves…”

They proclaim themselves victors. These hunts testify to their glory. But lately, they've lost interest in Earth… So now they've come to end the war with Earth… to make peace.”

“They're the ones who started the fighting!” Batgirl scoffed. “If they wanted peace, why did he attack us?”

Wonder Woman cut to the chase: “Cavall, ask him why they don't just stop coming to Earth? What's the point of his appearance?”

The creature hissed again.

“He said… peace comes at a price….”

Supergirl's strange translation continued: “In their world, it's currently… mating season…”

“Their most powerful male has the right to choose to form a peace pact with the strongest female in any world. Only when the ‘Warrior Captain’ is… ‘satisfied’ will the hunting ritual on that planet cease, and peace be restored.”
“He wants to ‘mating’ us?!” Batgirl's almond-shaped eyes widened in disbelief.

“With all of us…” The sixteen-year-old innocent virgin, chained and suspended… Supergirl? After speaking, Kahua couldn't help but shiver with unease...

Batgirl's calculations:

July 22nd, 2:05 PM, the Predator's stealth spaceship...

When Wonder Woman, Supergirl, and Batgirl learned that the "Commander" of this alien "Predator" had captured them for the purpose of "mating," they all gasped. Wonder Woman,

of course, refused to comply, challenging her with, "What if we refuse?"

But the only translator among the three heroines seemed to ignore her words.

"Kahua?" Wonder Woman looked at her, raising her voice.

Supergirl, who was worried about her precious virginity, finally came to her senses and relayed Wonder Woman's question, then repeated the "Predator's" answer: "Diana, he said we absolutely have the right to refuse..."

"But in that case, according to their clan rules, it would be seen as a declaration of hostility towards all Predators...

Their hunting and slaughter of Earth would continue, escalate on a large scale, and be passed down from generation to generation, never ceasing hostilities... never... peace..."

"He believes that since they have defeated us, wouldn't peace be better for us than war?" Finally, Supergirl added in an unnatural tone: "And he said that, by comparison, the 'process' of making a peace treaty... 'mating'...

would be... more... 'pleasant' than war..."

Just imagining that nauseating scene made the three ladies frown.

Batgirl indignantly said: "What do you mean by defeating us?! That was a sneak attack! If he had the guts, he shouldn't have been invisible! He should have fought us head-on..."

Wonder Woman had similar thoughts. If it were a one-on-one, head-on confrontation, she certainly wouldn't lose to this object…

After a considerable silence, Supergirl looked at Wonder Woman with worry: “But, if we refuse, then Earth will be…”

Having been raised by Superman, who loves Earth, the kind-hearted Supergirl is concerned for the safety of billions of humans and hopes to consider the “big picture,” but sacrificing her “personal interests” is unthinkable… Before

Wonder Woman could speak, Batgirl's voice rang out from the other side: “You two…”
Batgirl gave a self-deprecating bitter laugh: “Leaving aside the safety of Earth, it's absurdly linked to our bodies… You know the Predators turn their defeated enemies into skeleton specimens… If we want to remain chaste, we'll probably lose our lives…”

In reality, the captives had no leverage to refuse the victor. From the fact that this warrior captain actually “civilizedly” asked for their consent to “mating,” instead of abusing them while they were unconscious, Wonder Woman couldn't deny that this guy wasn't a despicable… “human.”

“I think he’s a truly outstanding warrior,” Wonder Woman replied to Batgirl. “He genuinely believes in the traditions and rituals of his race. All that is strange and unfamiliar to us is the truth he believes in…”

the Warrior Captain interrupted the heroines’ discussion.

Supergirl blushed instantly, lowering her head in embarrassment, no longer looking at him.

Wonder Woman had a vague grasp of the Alien Hunter’s tone, understanding that he was asking, “Kawa, what did he ask?”

“He asked whether we agree to… ‘mating,’ or refuse…” After a long silence, Supergirl finally uttered the shameful question in a barely audible voice: “And… among the three of us, is there… a virgin…?”

Supergirl’s shy reaction was tantamount to telling everyone present that she remained virgin. As for Diana and Barbara, who were slightly older than her, they had both had romantic relationships with outstanding men and were no longer virgins, but they were by no means promiscuous women...

Of course, no one expressed their opinion to the Predator. Batgirl forced a smile at Wonder Woman: "In that case, we can't let Cavaliers 'go into battle'... I'll 'satisfy' him myself!" "

Barbara!!" Wonder Woman and Supergirl cried out in unison, "No!"

"It seems he doesn't understand Earth's language and has no other companions, so I'll get straight to the point." Batgirl's expression turned serious. "We need to buy time. As long as he's busy 'mating' one of us... the other two will have a chance to turn the tide..."

"You two are both extraordinary, so your chances of escaping are definitely higher than mine, an ordinary person."
Just as Superman is Supergirl's shining example, Batman's calm, sometimes even ruthless, calculations also influence Batgirl. "Therefore, it's the most logical choice for the weaker me to hold him off."
As if to lessen her companions' worries, Batgirl smiled slyly. "Besides, during 'mating,' he'll loosen my bonds a little, right? Maybe I can find a chance to fight back!" "However, the best-case scenario, of course, is that you both arrive in time and kick his testicles to save me before he succeeds... So, Kava, tell him for me that I agree, but on conditions..."

Supergirl looked to her older sister for her opinion, and Wonder Woman reluctantly made a decision: "This is the only way... You translate!"

Batgirl perked up and looked directly at the object wearing the gray-silver helmet: "I agree to 'mate' with you! But the two of them still need to consider."

Supergirl translated anxiously, word by word: "I will try my best to satisfy you before they make a decision. You must never force them unless they agree."

Batgirl said the most important sentence in her calculation: "Also, the place for 'mate' can only be the two of us. I don't want them to be present."

Wonder Woman secretly praised her. Batgirl's request would place her and Supergirl in a place where the Predator was absent, greatly increasing their chances of escape.

The alien creature nodded with the simplest gesture common to all of the universe, indicating that it agreed to all of Batgirl's proposals.
He opened the gauntlet on his left wrist and pressed several buttons inside with his right. The two metal plates suspending Batwoman and Supergirl floated off the ground and automatically moved to the cell door.

Batwoman exclaimed in surprise, "Karva! Tell him to keep you here!"

Supergirl quickly finished her answer: "He said I won't appear in... the 'Mating' room."
Perhaps he intended to imprison Wonder Woman and Supergirl separately? This was the closest explanation Batwoman could think of.

The two heroines, nailed to the "X" rack, slowly flew past the Predator, upright, and out the door.

Batwoman couldn't help but call out, "Diana, I'll wait for you!"

"We'll see each other again soon, very soon!" Wonder Woman reassured him with a firm voice.

Now, only the Predator and Wonder Woman remained in the room. He stared at her, and she returned his gaze with unwavering defiance.

He let out a cold laugh that needed no translation, turned, and stepped out the door.

The automatic steel door closed, leaving Wonder Woman alone in the darkness illuminated only by red light.

(1, 2, 3, 4…) Wonder Woman began counting in her mind, waiting for the alien creature outside to gradually recede into the distance. (

9, 10, 11, 12…) She gazed at the six red monitoring lights, calculating their distance from her.

(16, 17, 18, 19…) She looked up, glancing left and right at her wrists, which were separated and diagonally handcuffed to the metal plates, and at the vents in the ceiling from which cold air was blowing.

(20, 21, 22, 23…) When she estimated that the room was no longer within the Predator's hearing range, she immediately swung her neck and slammed her head down…

A golden light shot out from her long black hair, flying horizontally at high speed, shattering six red surveillance lights in front of her, then tracing a precise arc, returning like a boomerang, slicing through the steel handcuffs binding Wonder Woman's wrists.

Her newly freed left hand caught the golden light in time, and Wonder Woman bent her incredibly flexible waist, the golden light slicing left and right, releasing the restraints on her ankles.

(…30!) In just 30 seconds after the Predator left, Wonder Woman had broken free of her restraints and regained her freedom with remarkable grace!

The Amazonian princess looked gratefully at the "golden crown" inlaid with a red star in her hand. The warrior captain probably thought it was just an ornament, unaware that its sides concealed blades capable of cutting through iron like butter.

Wonder Woman crept to the automatic door, and as expected, it couldn't be opened from the inside. Forcing it open with the crown's blades would take a considerable amount of time.

Batgirl was in imminent danger; time was of the essence. Wonder Woman abandoned trying to break down the door, turned around, and nimbly climbed to the top of the "X"-shaped frame.

She looked up and raised her hands, using the tip of the crown as a screwdriver, working on the four corners of the ventilation opening.
One minute later, in the cell where the surveillance cameras had been destroyed, the restraints were empty. The external components of the ventilation opening in the ceiling had been forcibly removed, revealing a space large enough for an adult Earth woman to squeeze through…
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...

Staying on Earth… but that wasn't her concern right now. To rescue Batgirl as quickly as possible, she needed to retrieve the Power Belt and other artifacts to regain her powers and defeat her enemies.

She glanced down at the several ventilation shafts she'd passed; the environment below didn't resemble a place for storing loot or weapons.
Such places were likely like the previous prison cell, with reinforced components installed on the ventilation shafts for enhanced security…
Turning a corner in the duct, Wonder Woman found another ventilation outlet at the end of a dead end. Judging from the secluded location of the room below, it must be a place that needed to be isolated from other areas.

She looked down; the angle limited her view of the dark environment, but the reinforced components installed below the ventilation shaft made her think it was worth exploring.

Previously, she had worked from bottom to top; now, Wonder Woman would reverse the process, removing obstacles from top to
bottom. In no time, she leaped into the widened ventilation shaft.

Wonder Woman landed almost silently, immediately sensing something was wrong.

The room, with only a few faint green lights in the distance, had extremely low visibility. She… She couldn't see anything even a few feet away.

And the air was thick with the stench of rotting flesh.

Then, Wonder Woman suddenly sensed something in front of her—something hanging upside down.
And then she saw it… a gaping,
blood-red maw, upside down, jaws facing upwards, spitting saliva and sharp teeth!

Wonder Woman… Diana immediately understood that the ventilation obstructions inside the room weren't preventing people from climbing in, but rather preventing it from escaping. Diana recognized the "it" before her ...

It was a terrifying alien monster that even superheroes and superheroines feared... An alien!!

Batgirl nervously considered her next plan. What to do? This monster was about 2.4 meters tall, and compared to it, her petite 1.65 meters tall meant she had no chance in hand-to-hand combat. But could she really offer her precious virginity to this monster? Besides, with such a massive body, its...things must be much larger than a normal person's. Could she withstand its ravages?

Meanwhile, Rigard had removed his armor and was beginning to remove his mask. He was originally from a prestigious family within the Ironbloods, and was related to the Ironblood Queen by blood. However, his status was earned through years of fighting and conquest, starting from the very bottom. Three loyal retainers in his family had assisted him through his childhood. At the age of 70, he gained the favor of the elite Ironblood master, Master Dutton, who took him as a disciple, imparting various combat techniques and tactical insights. For over 100 years, he had participated in hundreds of colonial wars... Having distinguished himself in thousands of assassinations of important figures across star systems, earning him the honorary title of "Ironblood with a Machete," this life had become rather dull for him. Mating with alien females had become a new hobby. Although Gondor constantly claimed that alien females were incredibly ugly, it was merely his racial prejudice at play. Rigar didn't believe he was truly unmoved by these sexy beauties. When he completely removed his mask, the petite female in front of him seemed greatly frightened, collapsing to the ground and retreating, even picking up her boots and throwing them at him. This excited him; perhaps Earthlings simply enjoyed playing this kind of thrilling game to see what surprises their opponents could offer.

The Batwoman felt like she was about to vomit. The monster's face resembled a crab magnified dozens of times, its massive jaws agape, drool dripping from its open fleshy membranes. Scars covered its reddish-brown muscles, and a foot-long fleshy rod (the Ironblood's reproductive system could retract) slowly emerged from between its legs, invading her crotch.
"Die!" Batwoman, desperate to protect her chastity, had no choice but to fight back. She planted her right foot on the ground and launched a powerful left kick towards Riga's chin, her left foot clad in a high-heeled boot with a metal heel —a kick that, if it landed, would have shattered Tyson's jaw.

Unfortunately for Riga, he wasn't Tyson. He leaned back slightly, dodging Batwoman's desperate kick, and then, with lightning speed, grabbed her slender ankle, twisting it to subdue her. He then grabbed her left wrist with his other hand, twisting it and pressing it against her waist, pinning her firmly to the floor. His massive leg flashed down, pressing down on Batwoman's right knee, lifting her slender foot, and in an instant, he had subdued this highly skilled female warrior.

Batwoman felt excruciating pain in her ankle, as if it were being clamped by iron pincers; her left arm felt broken, utterly powerless. She struggled desperately, twisting and turning, but to no avail. Against this monster, her fancy footwork was utterly useless.

Riga grew increasingly excited. His prey seemed quite wild. He used his thumbnail to unzip the left boot of the Batwoman, then sucked on the toe of the boot before pulling it down, revealing her small, snow-white foot. His already swollen penis was beyond his control. He clamped the Batwoman's delicate foot between his neck and head, then used his fingers to cut the belt around her waist, tearing open her black leather pants to reveal black lace panties and her large, snow-white buttocks. Between her legs, covered by the lace panties, was a slightly bulging mound of flesh. Riga's erect penis, like fingers, skillfully parted the bottom of her panties, revealing the girl's thickly haired vulva. At this moment, the Batwoman beneath him began to tremble violently, emitting sharp, terrifying screams that seemed to be cursing him in an earthly language. However, Riga didn't care. She had already agreed to mate with him; there was no going back now. The thick penis rubbed rapidly against the bat-woman's vulva, the faster and faster it went. Gradually, the bat-woman's struggles weakened, her breathing became heavier, and her curses turned into intermittent moans of pleasure, "Oh...stop...oh." Her once cute pink vulva became swollen and engorged with blood, oozing streams of clear fluid.

It seems that female creatures on any planet are like this; outwardly appearing sacred and inviolable, a little manipulation of their genitals is all it takes to arouse their lust. Seeing that the time was right, Riga slowly squeezed his thick penis into the bat-woman's already wet vulva.

The bat-woman felt the thick, foreign object begin to penetrate her lower body, and a wave of extreme fear washed over her. She had been caught up in the lustful stimulation of the other's penis, but now she snapped back to reality, frantically shouting, "Stop! Your thing is too thick, it won't go in! Pull it out!"

Riga paid no attention to what the female creature was saying; she probably wanted him to hurry up. Clearly, the female creature's genitals were too small, and it would take some time to penetrate. But he couldn't wait any longer, concentrating all his strength on the penis, thrusting in like a pile driver.

"Stop... stop... ah..." With a searing pain in her lower body, she cried out in despair, powerless to stop the monster's ravaging.

Riga felt that penetrating her lower body wasn't easy. Although she wasn't a virgin, she clearly rarely had sex, which excited him even more, making him thrust even harder. After only a few thrusts, the vaginal walls were torn, and blood flowed uncontrollably. The indestructible penis tore through the delicate, soft walls, thrusting straight into the uterus.
Torn apart by pain, Batgirl's body convulsed uncontrollably. Pinned beneath the alien monster, her slender yet muscular youthful form trembled and struggled, her long brown hair flying wildly.

Riga, in a fit of rage, gripped Batgirl's not-so-ample breasts, kneading and squeezing them violently, twisting and deforming them. Simultaneously, he placed Batgirl's bare feet in his mouth, biting and tasting them like a newborn wife and child suckling at their mother's nipples.

Suddenly, Batgirl felt the penis inside her vagina swell even more unbelievably. She knew what was about to happen and desperately twisted, trying to shake it out, but it was all in vain. Riga's emerald green semen erupted like a torrent, thick, hot fluid flowing deep into her womb.

The semen, carrying the life seed of the Predator, gushed forth, instantly causing Batgirl's belly to swell slowly like a pregnant woman's. Batgirl fainted with a scream, but this was far from over. Riga's stamina was still high; he barely had time to catch his breath before his slightly softened penis hardened again, penetrating Batgirl's already bloodied and ravaged lower body once more…

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The metal door opened, and Gondola entered the room where the supergirl was imprisoned. The beautiful blonde girl was still bound to the metal plate, seemingly unconscious. Due to her immense strength, he was instructed to check on her again. His massive hands roamed over the girl's delicate body.

Only 16 years old, but already quite voluptuous, the supergirl Kahua was nearly 1.7 meters tall. Her golden hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders, and her skin was fair. Her beautiful face had deep lake-blue eyes beneath arched eyebrows, slightly high cheekbones, and a mouth that seemed a little larger than the small mouths of Eastern women, but paired with equally full, red lips, it made her appear exceptionally sexy. She wore a form-fitting blue suit with an "S" shaped logo on the chest, perfectly showcasing her curvaceous figure. Her breasts were full and firm, making one involuntarily fantasize about the stimulating sight of them bursting out of the suit. She wore a blue mini-skirt that reached just to her thighs, her fair calves appearing athletic and sexy beneath her knee-high red boots. However, what was even more alluring was the shapely, high-perched curve of her buttocks, tightly encased in the suit, making one wish they could immediately tear off the suit to admire her beautiful backside.

Gundo meticulously explored every inch of Supergirl's skin to ensure she wasn't hiding any weapons and whether the green kryptonite was still effective. His fingers traced the mound of flesh between Supergirl's red panties as he lifted her miniskirt. Supergirl, still half-asleep, let out a heart-stirring moan, her legs rubbing together and her body trembling slightly, causing Gundo's crotch to swell… -

Gundo was a powerful axe-blade ironblood. In front of his own kind, he always showed contempt for other races, especially females, whom he scornfully called inferior beings. But in truth, he had long desired to have relations with some sexy females, especially since this was the mating season for ironblood males.

Supergirl has always been a star figure in the Justice League, a legendary name across the universe. While not the most beautiful in the league, her snow-white legs and sexy red boots give her a charm unmatched by other female heroes. Rumor has it she's still a virgin, and lecherous thieves and perverts throughout the universe have repeatedly targeted her. A group of powerful individuals even formed a team specifically to deflower her, but Supergirl's strength, coupled with the protection of her cousin Superman, ensures their utter defeat.

Deflowering this beautiful, pure, and powerful virgin is the dream of countless powerful beings, including Gundo. Now, this object of his sexual fantasies is laid bare for him to play with, and Gundo naturally can't miss this opportunity. "

I'm just conducting a thorough examination to prevent her from harming the young master during mating," Gundo said, using this excuse to justify his actions. A pair of large hands roamed over the supergirl's high, soft breasts, which quickly hardened. He immediately changed tactics and began to fondle her vulva.

The red panties could no longer protect their owner's most private parts. Gondo quickly pulled them down to her thighs and then carefully examined the supergirl's vulva.

The 16-year-old girl's golden pubic hair was sparse and still not thick, adorning the area around her peach-like vulva. The pink, peach-like vulva awaited the powerful male's penetration. Gondo felt his crotch swell to the point of bursting. He tried to control his lust, telling himself that this was the young master's prey, and he was only examining her. Yes, all he needed to do was use his hands.

Gondola extended his index finger and gently teased the Supergirl's vulva. "Oh...oh..." The Supergirl's seductive moans, even in her drowsy state, were more potent than any aphrodisiac. Gondola's index finger began to penetrate the girl's vulva, but it was tightly closed. His large index finger couldn't get in no matter how hard he tried. He then raised his little finger and slowly began to penetrate from the narrow slit between the vulva's openings. Little by little, the girl's vulva began to moisten and slowly seeped out some fluid. The narrow vaginal walls began to become lubricated. Gondola's finger penetrated inch by inch until it finally touched a thin membrane.

This is the hymen that men from all galaxies dream of breaking! Now it's completely exposed to Gondor's fingers. Gondor really wants to thrust in hard and enjoy the sight of the supergirl crying and weeping after her hymen is broken, but the discipline of a warrior forces him to withdraw his fingers. She is the young master's prey, and only he has the right to break her hymen. At this moment, Gondor is a little jealous of the young master's good fortune. Although he can't break her hymen, Gondor is still unwilling to let the supergirl get away with it so easily. He carefully examines her vulva and finally finds a small pink bud, the most sensitive part of a woman's genitals. Gondor takes out a small box from the equipment box at his waist, applies some ointment (an aphrodisiac extracted from cosmic cannibals) to his fingers, and then pinches the bud and rubs it hard.

"Oh...oh...um..." The supergirl's body began to tremble violently. Her originally fair skin turned bright red, her breasts bulged, and her legs, bound to iron shackles, were taut at the toes. Her lower abdomen began to thrust upwards uncontrollably. Then, a large amount of milky white vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva, spraying all over Gondor's hands and face. This was the supergirl's first orgasm since she became pregnant, and also her first experience of sexual pleasure. After the orgasm, the girl slumped down as if her bones had been removed. The golden pubic hair between her legs was completely soaked with the white vaginal fluid, and drops of it continued to drip from her vulva.

At the same time as the supergirl's orgasm, Gondor's crotch was also already slippery. His lust subsided slightly after ejaculating. He pulled up the girl's cloak to wipe her messy lower body and then began to caress her long, shapely legs and her feet clad in boots.

Gondor wanted to check if she was hiding a weapon in her boots, and he made up another excuse for himself. In fact, he had long fantasized about one day being able to grab the supergirl's sexy red boots and play with the jade feet that had never been seen by anyone. He unlocked the steel shackles on the girl's left ankle, but he was still on guard. He held the giant axe in one hand and tightened the girl's left leg with the other arm. He began to try to remove the boot from her left foot with his left hand, but the boot was very tight and it was not easy to remove it with one hand. Gondor turned around sharply to observe the girl's expression. She was still in a daze. He then turned around, put down the axe, supported the boot heel with his left hand, grabbed the boot shaft with his right hand, and pulled it upward with force.

With a "thud," the sexy red boot that Supergirl had worn for years was finally pulled off by Gondor, revealing a snow-white, crystal-clear jade foot. The five toes were small and delicate, like five pieces of shimmering mica. The white skin was tender, with clearly visible blue veins on the instep. The arch was high, the sole deep and white, and the rounded heel was free of dead skin, feeling moist to the touch. The slender calves were hairless, as tender as white jade.

Gundo's vigilance finally crumbled completely. He impatiently unlocked the shackles binding Supergirl's other ankle and frantically peeled off her other boot. But at that moment, the girl, who had been seemingly asleep, slowly opened her eyes...

Kahua hadn't actually been asleep; she had been awake from the beginning. She had only pretended to be unconscious to lull him into a false sense of security. Just now, Gundo had played with her pure body and even violated her virginity with his fingers. The unbearable pain and pleasure mixed together almost made this beautiful virgin with no sexual experience scream out loud. Fortunately, she had a strong will and endured the shame and anger after her first orgasm. Now that Gundo had loosened the shackles binding her feet, her chance to retaliate had finally arrived.

Green kryptonite had long been her and Superman's nemesis; just getting close to it would make them weak all over. But the Justice League had been trying to find a way to help them overcome it. Not long ago, Batman's company invented a new drug for them to take. This drug cannot completely overcome the effects of krypton on their bodies, but it can slowly help them recover their strength under the influence of small amounts of krypton. Over time, they will develop a certain degree of immunity. It has been more than ten hours since she was injected with green krypton by the Predator. She feels that her strength is indeed recovering little by little. Although the recovery speed is very slow, she is no longer a weak woman who can't even kill a chicken. As long as she can recover even one ten-thousandth of her strength, she is confident that she can defeat her opponent in hand-to-hand combat. However, it is clear that she cannot break the shackles binding her at present. But just then, Gundo came here and took liberties with her. He couldn't help but loosen the shackles on her feet, strip off her boots, and fondle her beautiful feet. She wanted to seize this only opportunity to turn the tables. Thinking of this, she relaxed her muscles and let Gundo squeeze her ankles and pull on her boots.

Gundo was so excited. He finally managed to pull off the supergirl's other boot after a lot of effort. Now a pair of perfect jade feet were fully displayed in front of him. He grabbed the sexy boot and sucked hard on the sweat and leather scent of the girl's feet inside the boot shaft, which drove him crazy. He impatiently unzipped his metal underwear and pulled out his already swollen, foot-long penis. He grabbed the supergirl's jade feet with both hands and began to perform footjob on them. The crimson penis and the crystal-clear jade feet clashed in the friction. The beautiful scene in Gundo's dream had actually come true. The thick penis rubbed rapidly against the girl's soles, insteps, toes, and ankles. Gundo's body also began to pound rhythmically. Finally, when he felt he could no longer hold back, he thrust forward and large spurts of green semen sprayed continuously onto the supergirl's feet and legs. Several spurts even splashed onto her naked vulva. Then... the supergirl's chest and face were also sprayed. Gundo practically gave the supergirl a semen bath. He was so happy that he didn't notice Kahua's brow furrowing slightly.

It was so pleasurable. After his release, Gundo felt somewhat exhausted. Reluctantly, he picked up Kahua's jade-like feet and placed them on his shoulders, slowly licking the semen off the supergirl's legs with his long tongue. He needed to clean it quickly; he didn't want the young master Riga to repeat what he had done when he was with this virgin.
Suddenly, Gundo felt a tightness around his neck. His previously limp legs clamped down as if made of iron. His warrior instincts told him he'd been tricked. He immediately reached for the giant axe on the ground, but his opponent clearly wouldn't give him the chance; her legs clamped even tighter, making it impossible for him to bend over.

Kahua's eyes blazed with vengeful fury as she glared at the alien lecher. Her pent-up power erupted completely. Gondor desperately tried to pry the girl's legs apart, but it was like a dragonfly trying to move a stone pillar. He couldn't understand why the kryptonite he'd injected wasn't working on her. He felt like he'd run out of air; he opened his mouth wide but couldn't inhale a single breath. His vision began to blur, his bladder started to give way, and urine and feces began to gush from his body. He had lost control of his bladder and bowels—a sign of impending strangulation.

"No, I haven't mated with her yet! I can't die like this! I still have so much to do!" In his death throes, Gondor frantically scratched Kahua's calves and feet with his fingernails, drawing blood. But Kahua gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, and refused to let go. Slowly, Gondor's body went limp, his hands stopped scratching, and a long trail of saliva dribbled from his mouth.

Kahua, fearing she wouldn't be able to kill her, squeezed harder for several more minutes. She could clearly feel her neck bones cracking and her head tilting to the side before she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did she realize the excruciating pain in her calves and feet , covered in scratches. But she had to leave immediately.

Kahua steadied herself, stretched out her legs, hooked Gondor's giant axe up, and then clamped the axe between her feet, slashing fiercely at the handcuffs on her left hand…

Riga was ejaculating for the 41st time inside the Batwoman. The intense, stimulating, and frenzied intercourse had been going on for three hours. The once valiant heroine was now foaming at the mouth and incontinent under Riga's frenzied thrusts. Yellow fluid mixed with the Predator's distinctive green semen flowed all over the ground. The Batwoman's abdomen was swollen like a pregnant woman's, her uterus unable to hold Riga's semen. The vaginal fluid that gushed out after each orgasm became increasingly thin, eventually streaked with blood.

"Roar...roar..." Riga ejaculated with a roar, leaving the bat-woman limp on the floor, unable to move a finger. Several of her ribs and leg bones had been broken during the brutal intercourse, and she was now on the verge of death. Just as

Riga was conserving his energy for another round, Dapra's voice suddenly came through the communicator: "Master, something terrible has happened! Gondor has been killed, and both female beasts have escaped!"

"What?!" Riga sprang to his feet, grabbed the communicator, and roared, "Dapura, what happened? How did they escape? How could Gondor be dead?"

"Just now, the two of us went to check on the two female beasts separately. I found that the female beast named Diana had escaped. Her handcuffs were cut open and she escaped through the ventilation duct. I called out to Gundo but he didn't answer. I rushed to the room of the female beast named Kahua in Guanwu and found that Gundo had been killed. His neck was broken and he was strangled. It seems that he also injured the female beast before he died. I saw blood on the ground that did not belong to Gundo, and there were several bloody footprints that went towards Sector 3."

"Roar... Damn it, they actually killed their loyal servants! I, Riga, swear in the name of the Ironblood Royal Family, that I will torture these lowly female beasts to the point of death and then tear them to pieces. Dapra, you and Johnson go search Sector 3 first. Remember to bring plenty of Kryptonite bullets and darts. I'll be right there." Riga roared angrily at the sky, then pulled out his machete and slashed his face, leaving a bloody mark. This was a ritual performed by the Riga family to avenge their comrades and relatives. Then he looked down and glared angrily at the Batwoman lying in a pool of semen and excrement.

The beautiful and fit female warrior, Batwoman, was now covered in green semen and feces. Her once delicate vulva was now like a gaping mouth, constantly oozing green semen and blood. Her anus had also been ruptured during sodomy, leaving both orifices a bloody mess. Her snow-white skin was covered in shocking wounds, and her long, reddish-brown hair was soaked and stuck to her skin and the floor. Clearly, in her dazed state, she looked at Liga's expression and seemed to realize that her friend might have escaped, hence the miserable smile on her face.

"Your friends killed my friends. Since they don't intend to perform the mating ritual with me, I'll capture them, rape them even more cruelly than you, and then slowly kill them. As for you, you were trying to kill me during the mating process, weren't you? Anyway, the ritual is ruined, and you'll all pay the price. Considering how much pleasure you gave me just now, I'll let you die a quick death." As he spoke, Riga walked over, took out an aphrodisiac ointment from a box at his waist, poured out a handful, clenched it, and then thrust his fist straight into the bat woman's wide-open vagina. The originally narrow vagina could not possibly accommodate Riga's thick fist, but after the intense expansion of the penis just now, the vagina had been completely stretched open. With a forceful thrust, Riga actually inserted his forearm straight into the bat woman's vagina and then spread his five fingers.
"Oh...I'm going to die...Oh God..." The Batwoman, who had been on the verge of death, suddenly became energetic again, hugging tightly and screaming loudly as she convulsed. The powerful drug made her, who was already exhausted, excited again, but everyone could see that this was just a last gasp. The long period of intercourse had almost drained her of her life force. After convulsing dozens of times, a lot of saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, and blood flowed down her arms. Then she felt a chill on her neck and flew up. She saw that the alien monster was inserting its arm straight into the lower body of a headless female corpse, and the blood from the corpse's neck was gushing high like a fountain. Could it be...that the alien monster had cut off its own head? Oh well, anyway, she wouldn't have survived even if it didn't do it. Kahua and Diana would definitely avenge her...The Batwoman's thoughts ended there, and then everything went black.

As Batgirl reached her final climax, Rigar swiftly beheaded her with his machete, then tied the head to his belt. He tossed Batgirl's headless body, along with her clothes and boots, down a pipe. "Her body will feed them today," Rigar thought, as he began devising a plan to deal with Wonder Woman and Supergirl. That female beast had managed to break free of her shackles and strangle Gondola; the effects of the Kryptonite within her were likely waning. He wondered how much power she had recovered. He beheaded Batgirl partly as a souvenir, and partly to use it to provoke them when they encountered them. Although he had been uncontrollably furious just moments before, he had quickly regained his composure and was now thinking of ways to psychologically attack his opponents. Truly a battle-hardened, iron-blooded royal warrior. "

Gondola, although you are my subordinate, I have always considered you my brother. Soon these two female beasts will come down to join you. Farewell, my brother." Rigar then embarked on a path of revenge for his fallen comrades.
The headless corpse of the Batwoman, along with her tattered clothes and boots, slid through the pipes into a metal chamber. Inside, a long-headed black monster was devouring a pile of scraps of flesh. Excited by the prospect of new prey, it roared, "Roar...roar..." and opened its mouth, its long tongue extending segment by segment. The tongue pressed against the Batwoman's still-proud breasts and sucked.

With a strange "plop," a bloody hole appeared in the Batwoman's once-proud breasts, then quickly shrank back. In just a few seconds, the monster had drained all the flesh from one of her round, glistening breasts. The monster roared excitedly, its limbs flailing wildly. A terrifying two-meter-long tail twitched rapidly, while a strange object covered in bone spurs slowly inserted itself into the Batwoman's genitals, churning it violently.
"Crack..." "Crack..." A bulge quickly rose on the woman's abdomen, and her recently deceased body began to twitch slightly. The scene was utterly bizarre; the monster was committing necrophilia!
"Roar...roar..." The monster seemed to be thoroughly enjoying itself. Although it was just a corpse, it had only been dead for two or three minutes. Most of its organs were still functioning normally, and its flesh was still full of heat and elasticity. More importantly, this female corpse had mated with Ricard before her death, and her uterus contained a large amount of his semen. This semen mixed with her vaginal fluids and was inhaled by the monster.

Wonder Woman slowly opened her eyes, realizing with a start that she was hanging from a dark ceiling. She smelled a nauseating stench and a pungent odor of blood. Her feet were bound to the ceiling by several strange sticky substances. The sticky substances were strangely sticky, and no matter how she twisted, she couldn't move an inch. Moreover, her breastplate had been torn off, leaving her only in a pair of blue hot pants with white stars and a pair of red boots. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked extremely disheveled.

Right, she had just used her golden crown to cut open the ventilation duct and crawled inside to try to escape, but she had encountered that terrifying monster on the way and was knocked unconscious. What happened next?

Wonder Woman heard a strange sound coming from her left. She looked closely and was horrified. The monster was frantically thrusting its terrifying member into the lower body of a headless female corpse. Blood was gushing from between the woman's legs. The corpse looked strangely familiar. Scattered beside the body were torn leather clothes and two tall leather boots. Good heavens… weren't those her best friend Barbara's clothes? Could it be…?
"Oh… no… no… you damned monster… I'll kill you…" Wonder Woman cursed like a madwoman, her heart breaking. She wanted nothing more than to tear the monster to pieces. Batwoman and she had always been close, sharing life and death together for years. She never imagined that this monster would kill her and defile her body like this. She only wished she had her "Power Belt" with her; otherwise, how could a few strands of slime have restrained her?
Wonder Woman's massive G-cup breasts writhed and swayed wildly, but the slime held her feet firmly in place, preventing her from breaking free.

"You damned bastard...come at me if you dare...stop desecrating Barbara's body..." Wonder Woman cried out, her voice trembling with rage, feeling an unprecedented sense of powerlessness as she watched helplessly as her friend's remains were desecrated!

At that moment, the monster trembled violently, seemingly emitting a sinister laugh. Then, its phallus thrust forward, piercing through Batwoman's headless neck, splattering blood. After pulling its phallus from between Batwoman's legs, the monster gasped for breath, then its belly began to slowly swell. This sight stunned even the heartbroken Wonder Woman. Was this monster male or female?

The monster trembled violently for a moment, then roared to the sky, "Ooh... ooh..." Its belly suddenly swelled, and then a stream of yellow fluid gushed from its lower body. A fleshy egg, three feet in diameter, was expelled from its body and landed on the ground. The monster, exhausted after giving birth, sat down on the ground and began to suck on the mangled remains with its long tongue.

Wonder Woman watched the slowly wriggling egg, her heart filled with terror. She didn't want to be killed and eaten by this monster, much less be raped by it. She had to break free... She kicked her feet with all her might, and slowly her ankles began to loosen downwards. If she could just get out of her boots, she could fall from the ceiling...

One, two, three... Her relentless efforts finally paid off. Her jade-like feet slowly emerged from her boot ankles, but then she fell headfirst straight down.

"Oh no, I forgot I don't have the 'Power Belt' right now. Falling from over ten meters away and landing headfirst is going to be a disaster!" Luckily, the Amazon warrior's strong physique allowed her to brace herself with her hands and spin around to absorb most of the impact, but her head still hit the ground, and she immediately passed out.

"Diana... wake up..." Wonder Woman was pushed open and slowly opened her eyes. The person in front of her was Batwoman, dressed in tattered leather and boots.

"Ah..." Wonder Woman screamed, pushed her away, and crawled backward, exclaiming, "You... you're not dead? You... you were eaten by that monster... are you human or a ghost?"

"Barbara, what happened to you? I was alive and well, how could I be dead? Just now, that monster grabbed me... he tried to rape me and tore my clothes to shreds. Luckily, Kara escaped, and in his anger, he locked me in the room and went after her. I managed to open the ventilation duct to find you, and I found your golden crown nearby..." Batwoman raised the golden crown in her hand, revealing that a piece was missing from it.

"I heard a noise and crawled in to see you bound to that monster with slime. You broke free of your boots and fell off, knocking yourself unconscious. The monster came over to hurt you, and I took advantage of its momentary lapse in attention and slashed it hard on the back of the neck. The monster's blood even melted a chunk of its golden crown, thankfully it didn't spray on me..." Batgirl said, still shaken.

Wonder Woman looked to the side and saw the disgusting monster's corpse lying on the floor. Its long head had fallen to the ground, and the liquid seeping from its neck had melted a large crater in the solid metal floor, several feet thick. It was definitely dead beyond any doubt.

"It's dead... That's strange... Just now I clearly... clearly saw it devouring and raping your headless corpse, and... and it laid a huge egg..." Wonder Woman looked around but couldn't see the fleshy egg.
"Diana, you've suffered too much trauma and are out of your mind. I was perfectly fine and even killed it with my own hands, how could it have eaten me?" Batgirl said with a playful chuckle.

"Really? Maybe...maybe I really am hallucinating..." Wonder Woman rubbed her still dizzy head and struggled to her feet. Batwoman supported her, saying, "Diana, we need to quickly find your treasure, restore your powers, and then join Kara to take down those alien monsters."

Wonder Woman took the golden tiara from Batwoman, looked down at her still-erect G-cup breasts, and sighed. There was no other way. She looked up at the two long red boots still hanging in the air. She had worn these boots for many years and couldn't bear to throw them away.

"Whoosh..." Wonder Woman flicked the golden tiara twice, cutting the slime binding the boots. The boots fell off, and she quickly scraped off the slime covering them. Putting on the boots, she felt a little more confident. "Quick...

we need to get out of here..."

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