The Eye Victorious

The Eye takes over Ultra Woman! I am still not sure about the Eye and his origin, but this is when I was toying with the Eye having a master..or perhaps an ally.

I love Mind Control..not permanent, and not total so there is a little piece still aware in there...but it can be very fun. :)

Doom of the Dragonmen

Krotos is a universal, world conquering space villain, complete with his own war planet. His favorite soldiers are his Dragonmen. Tough, resilient, and cruel. the Dragonmen are conscienceless warriors, but they are usually no match for the protectors of Earth. Even three of them rarely pose a problem for a battle hardened warrior like Ultra Woman




However this time as she prepares to fight off the three Dragonmen beneath Megapolis, she is cracked across the back with the energy punch from a Dragonmen Commander!

The battle was hard and merciless and brutal. In the end, the dazed Amazon was hoisted up between two of the less injured Dragonmen and sexually subdued...an hour later, covered in their seed, her body practically a ragdoll from the orgasms forced on her, Ultra Woman feels the two about to cum for the last time as the Commander's dark command reaches her ears...

Can she escape? Or is she doomed to fall, covered in Dragonmen cum and utterly defeated?

The Morgue

Ultra Woman lay on the table, her big blue eyes staring up at the plain white ceiling. Unmoving, her perfect Amazon body lay on the cold steel table in the cold room. By a small table, the coroner was finishing his report on his initial observation of the deceased superheroine. 

The coroner went to the door as if to leave, but hesitated and looked back. "Such a shame.." he sighed. "Let me do one more thing," he told the orderly as the two men left, "then we'll put her in a cabinet until later." 

The morgue went dark. A single, unmoving figure remained, the white toetag moving gently from the movement of the closing door. 

Lying on the metal table, Ultra Woman stared ahead. 'They have no idea I am still alive!' she thought to herself. The evil Demonseed, a man given powers by Hades, had ambushed the heroine. Her skin was impenetrable, but the mystic dagger had penetrated her chest. Instead of killing her, the dagger had instantly drained the life from her body. Lying on the floor of her own office, Ultra Woman had been helpless as Demonseed circled her, opened up her mouth and thrust a second dagger into her. The smoking, mystic daggers had put her body into a statis-like state. Her mind was active, but her body appeared to be dead. 

'Someone have the courage to pull out these daggers before this becomes permanent!' she thought. Unable to do anything but lie on the table, Ultra Woman was utterly helpless as the attendant came back in to prep her for storage...


So I said there might be a few dark things here!!

Trapped in the Cartel Cell

Ultra Woman groaned as another one of the Cartel soldiers wrapped his fingers into her hair, tilted her head back, and pushed the head of his cock between her glistening, stained, flushed lips. "No, not another," she gasped as the hyperpowered vibrator in her sex came back to life, the monster trapped beneath her tight costume."Pl..please...no moorrrmmphhphghh...." she gurgled as the knobby head pushed into her mouth and her lips seemed to wrap around the thick shaft on their own.

She had lost track of how many times she had already orgasmed. The Amazon Curse was the greatest weakness of not just Ultra Woman but all Amazons. If a man came inside her, mouth or any other place, the Amazon was forced to orgasm with him. When she orgasmed like that, her Amazon powers would be ripped from her; enough of these orgasms and she would be weak as a kitten. It was meant to keep the Amazons pure and untempted and unsullied by men; for Ultra Woman, it was a devastating weakness exploited by the evil men of the Cartel. 

As he began to thrust into her mouth, Ultra Woman's cheeks puffed out. They had already symbolically spray their vile seed across her tiara and showed it to the proud Amazon Champion and then had tossed her tiara aside. The superheroine had lost track now how many men had come into the cell to use her mouth and cum down her throat or across her face and firm breasts. Five? Eight?

Echoing around the cell was that voice, over and over, persistent and demonic. "Obey!" the voice commanded. She had ignored it at first, but now...after so many orgasms and men...the proud heroine's mind was turning to mush. Her will had been shattered and Ultra Woman was barely hanging on. 

"Unnghh..." she heard the Cartel man groan as he pushed his cock deeply into her mouth. As his balls wrapped around her chin, she felt them tighten up. 

"Oh no..not another..." she thought to herself. "Please...no more...I...I will obey..."

Homage to JLA 200

For beginning, my homage to JLA 200...Ultra Woman defeated by the aliens that have already defeated her friends.

Time for New Art That is NOT According to the Comics Code!

I have decided I am going to try to use this blog to post some of my naughty and darker art. I worry that I will get no feedback from it, that is one reason I have hesitated but I might try it for a bit and see how it goes.

We will see! :)

The Contest

Ultra Woman brought up her bracelets before her, knees bent, and ready for action as she burst into the lab. "I took down your underlings, now you will go down."

"Wait!" the villain called out from across the room, his sculpted body covered by the thin and tight black bodysuit. "I have an offer to make, Ultra Woman."

The blonde Amazon looked warily at the villain. She quickly glanced around. "Some trick?"

"Not at all, you have my word of honor," he replied. "It is only you and I here. You were able to stop my plan and I am impressed. Of course, now we must fight. You realize that I am an experienced warrior and have the strength to go toe to toe with you."

While she knew that he would be a tough one to bring down, especially after DNA engineering had turned him into a muscular man of immense physical strength and durability, Ultra Woman was confident she could use her superior speed and training to bring him down. "If you are attempting to place fear in my heart, you should know that no Amazon dreads battle," she said calmly as she forced herself to keep her eyes on his rather than wandering over his incredible body.

The villain's piercing eyes wandered over her body in his turn, as her Amazon form was held closely by the gold and red bustier hugging her high, firmly perfect breasts and the starry blue tights that dipped between her legs. "I would never doubt that you are fearless, Ultra Woman," he said as he calmed himself. It was difficult to not get a little excited at the beauty of the Amazon, which seemed to be part of the purpose of the fantastic costume she wore.

He glanced at the wall behind him and added, "However, if we battle, it will not be quick and it will spread beyond these walls. There are innocent people not far from here. I would never hurt innocent people, despite my reputation, but debris and bodies will fly in the heat of battle. Plus, think of the damage we will do to this building and others."

Ultra Woman stood a little straighter. Was he talking just to get her off her guard? That did not seem like him. He was either thoughtful or suddenly violent, not devious. For a villain, he was surprisingly honorable. "I do not want any more damage than necessary, but I assume you are not saying that you surrender? You know I will not surrender."

He shook his head briefly. "Not at all, but I have a proposition for you. Normally I would thoroughly enjoy a battle with such a noble opponent, but I offer you a different competition, one that does not damage any buildings or threatens any innocents."

"Go on," Ultra Woman replied with an eyebrow skeptically raised.

"A competition of willpower," he explained, "your willpower against mine."

Ultra Woman took a few steps near a solid lab table and kept it between them. He was not one to lower himself to tricks, but there was always a first time when prison was on the line. "And how would you arrange that?"

"Ah, that is the conundrum," he said, "but I have a solution. We both know that before you discovered by little part in this plot, we had a wonderful night of pleasure." He saw the flush rise into Ultra Woman's cheeks and her jaw set firmer. "I am not saying that to upset you, I would never do that. However, I still find you as incredibly alluring and enticing as I did that night."

Her blue eyes narrowed, even as her thoughts wandered back. She had fallen for him that night and it had been a night of intense passion for them both that had left the two superpowered people in gasping exhaustion. Despite her need to focus on the impending battle, Ultra Woman felt her nipples harden within her bustier and a tingle dance around under her satin panties. But she said nothing.

"I see you are silent, which I admire. Normally someone in this situation would spit out some nasty rejoinder. Here is what I offer, based on that night: come to bed with me, rather than battle. The test of willpower will begin then."

Her eyebrows went up and her eyes widened. "What, have sex with you?" she said incredulously.

He nodded calmly. "Yes, come with me. The test of willpower will begin then. I offer you this: if you make me orgasm against my will, before I do the same to you, I will make myself your prisoner and you may deliver me to the authorities when you are ready. You have my word of honor."

"You must be..."

The handsome villain held up a finger. "It is much preferable to the alternative, wanton destruction. I know you have no fear of a battle, but the innocent people in this office building would. I won't hurt them on purpose, but battles are by definition not controllable. Come with me, Ultra Woman. If you draw out my orgasm from my body, I will be your prisoner."

Ultra Woman hesitated. It was ridiculous, have sex with him instead of battling him? Despite herself, she knew he had a point. There were innocent people above and below this floor and a battle of superpowered people rarely left a building undamaged. "Wait," she said as a thought struck her. "What if you win this sick contest?"

A smile cross his chiseled face. "If you win, then I would be doomed to prison for years," he said. "I would say that, in return, if I win...you will stay with me for a week of passion, as my own personal sex slave. After that week, we part and each go our own ways. You will have your freedom to chase me down after that week. And of course, you must give your own word of honor to agree."

Ultra Woman's mouth opened in shock. Was he serious? "That is impossible..." she said.

As he stood there, arms at his sides, his broad chest and hard body before her, Ultra Woman's mind rolled over the concept. If she agreed, no innocents could be hurt. And, despite his villainy, she did trust him. Should she accept and risk a week of sexual servitude to the handsome, sculpted villain...?