Harley and Diana were having their lunch like good pets, crouched on all fours in front of their Omen's throne, their heads were down over stainless steel dog bowls brimming full of thick, steaming cum.
The smell of it was strong and salty, and each slow, sloppy lap of their tongues added to the wet sounds echoing in the marble room.
Omen's own lunch was different, of course, he sat back in his throne, one leg hooked over the armrest, the other foot flat on the floor with a golden plate balanced on the round, bare ass of Hippolyta herself.
The Queen of Themyscira was on all fours in front of him, with her head low, her swollen tits dangling under her chest like ripe fruit, her perfectly rounded ass raised high to keep the plate steady. Every now and then, she twitched when Omen dug his fork in and used her flesh as a table edge, but she didn't dare move an inch more than he allowed.
The peaceful depravity was interrupted when the tall double doors slammed open hard enough to make the hinges cry out, an Amazon, panting and wide-eyed, sprinted inside and immediately dropped to one knee in front of Omen, head bowed so low her forehead nearly touched the floor.
"My Lord!" she gasped, "last night, at the southern shore, a prisoner was found washed up from the sea."
Omen didn't react, just kept chewing slowly, the tines of his fork clinking lightly on the gold rim of his plate.
The Amazon's voice trembled with excitement as she continued, "She… she is unlike anything we've seen, her breasts… my Lord, they are the largest I've ever laid eyes on, even larger than Princess Diana's."
That got a reaction, Diana's chewing slowed as her blue eyes narrowed in sharp, immediate jealousy, she didn't even try to hide the scowl on her face as she froze over her bowl.
Harley noticed instantly and grinned like a hyena, scooping her hand into Diana's cum and shovelling it into her own mouth without shame, licking her palm clean with an exaggerated but genuine moan.
"Guess I'll take care of this before it gets cold," Harley said between gulps, shoving her face into Diana's bowl while Diana seethed silently.
Omen, who was expecting this news, stood up from his throne, licking the last of his lunch from his fingers. "Show me."
Moments later, the three of them, Diana still annoyed, Harley skipping like she'd won the lottery, and Omen walking casually between them, entered the prison carved into the side of a cliff.
At the far end of the hall, behind thick enchanted bars, stood the "prisoner" the Amazon had described.
Power Girl.
Or at least, a bound, collared, and gagged Power Girl, her wrists were shackled behind her back with black enchanted leather Omen had gifted a bitch after she suplanted Harley as a fluffer, wonder how her pregnancy was going...
The gag in her mouth was a solid gold bit that pushed her lips apart in a humiliating, silent "O" as for her suit, it had been reduced to shredded scraps around her waist and chest, leaving her legendary tits entirely on display, their sheer size and weight enough to make even Omen's brow lift a fraction.
The heavy pink nipples stood stiff and fat, the areolae perfectly smooth, Omen already wanted to suck on those nipples, and Diana was jealous from the sheer size, making Diana's hands flex like she was itching to grab them.
"Release her," Omen ordered, and the guard obeyed instantly, unbuckling the straps and stepping back.
The second Power Girl's arms were free, she ripped the gag out and lunged at Omen's throat, but she never made it.
Harley appeared in her path in a blur, with one hand on Power Girl's throat, "Uh-uh, blondie," she sneered, before materialising a massive golden mallet in her free hand, seemingly from nowhere and swung it, slamming it square into Power Girl's ribs.
The impact echoed through the chamber like a thunderclap and sent Power Girl flying, literally, her body smashed through the outer wall of the prison in a spray of stone and rubble before shooting into the sky like a launched cannonball.
She got her bearings midair, coughing and holding her side, when Harley came after her, faster than lightning. Harley's arms wrapped tight around her from behind, both hands grabbing greedy fistfuls of Power Girl's tits and squeezing hard, "Goddamn, these are heavy," Harley laughed in her ear, "Like milkin' a fuckin' cow!" She said before diving back into the island.
They hit the ground together in the middle of a massive flower field, the air exploding with petals and pollen as dozens of pregnant Amazons scattered around the field barely reacted; most of them were spread out in the grass, naked or half-dressed, openly masturbating in the warm sun, their hands busy between their thighs or on their own tits.
Power Girl squirmed under Harley, trying to catch her breath. "I—I think there's been some mistake..." she started, her voice hoarse, but Harley wasn't listening.
Harley was staring at her own chest with fascination, where milk had begun to bead at the tips of her nipples through her suit, "Holy shit, this is so weirdly hot… Really wan' Bossman to suck on these now," then, a sharp voice cut through the warm air "there seems to be a misunderstanding."
Both women turned to see Omen walking towards them, Diana at his side, and behind them came Hippolyta and a dozen elite warriors in perfect formation.
The warriors stopped at a distance, but Hippolyta stood only a few paces back from Omen, her hands clasped behind her back, her eyes fixed on Power Girl like she was assessing a new slave for her god.
"You see," Omen said smoothly, "I am the god of this land. I apologise for the way we greeted you."
'Not really, bitch,' he thought, 'I should've just fucked you the moment I saw you.'
Power Girl slowly stood, brushing petals from her hair, "… I'm confused. Why are they all so… uh… open about… that?" she asked, gesturing vaguely toward the Amazons around them, some of whom had resumed rubbing themselves openly.
"They're just relaxing," Omen replied with a faint smirk.
Power Girl's gaze shifted, and that's when she noticed Diana, towering over most of the Amazons, proud with her belly round and heavy with pregnancy, "I presume you're the queen," Power Girl said, offering a hand.
Diana took it, but her voice was calm and cutting. "Incorrect. I am one of Omen's many slave-brides. As is my mother, if you mean the island's hierarchy, then yes, I would be the princess. And this", she pointed at Hippolyta, "is the slave-queen."
"I… see," Power Girl said with a blank expression as her eyes darted between them like they were all insane, "I'd call you crazy cultist psychos, but that jester girl" she jabbed a thumb at Harley, who was now openly masturbating beside the other women, milking herself in rhythm with her thrusting fingers "—flew and beat the shit out of me."
Omen chuckled, "It's best if you ignore her, now… why don't you come with us so we can talk?"
Back in the throne room, Harley and Diana returned to their familiar places on the floor beside Omen's throne as Omen sat back, elbows on the armrests, and his eyes fixed on Power Girl like he was already picturing her stripped and on her knees.
"So, foreigner," he began lazily, "how did you end up here?"
Power Girl shifted uncomfortably, her hands fidgeting on what remained of her ruined suit, "Well… uh… you see…" She glanced around the room, lowering her voice, "I was… kind of… um… masturbating," the last word came out in a whisper.
Harley immediately burst out laughing, her cackle bouncing off the high walls, while Diana slapped the back of her head hard enough to make her wince.
"Continue," Omen said, and then turned to Diana, "the baby food."
Without hesitation, Diana slid forward, pressing her massive tits around his cock, her skin slick from sweat. She started working them in slow, deliberate strokes, the thick head of his cock pushing between them as her hands kneaded the sides for a tighter seal.
Power Girl tried not to stare but failed, "So… ehm… I was doing that, and… as I was… cumming… a portal opened, I fell through and landed here, and I think I blacked out because I… cummed too hard."
Diana stopped stroking and took his cock into her mouth, deep enough that her nose mashed into his pubes and her chin pressed against his balls, she held there, swallowing around him as her throat bulged.
"I see," Omen lied without blinking, "You were chosen by the island. Sometimes it reaches across the multiverse. Your sexual energy must've been too much for your home universe. The island brought you here." Omen said with a fake sigh, "Give me a week, and I'll send you back."
"Thank you," Power Girl said with relief in her voice. "In the meantime, is there somewhere I can—"
Diana pulled back, lined herself up, and sank her soaked pussy down onto Omen's cock in one fluid motion, cutting Power Girl off mid-sentence, her moan was long and guttural as her hips rolled to grind him deeper.
"Harley," Omen said without looking away from Diana, "prepare a room for our guest."
"On it," Harley chirped, vanishing in a flash as fast as she had followed Power Girl into the air, then she returned seconds later, just in time to catch the show of Diana bouncing on Omen's cock, her tits slapping against her chest and her belly shifting with each thrust.
Power Girl's thighs pressed together involuntarily with her breath caught in her throat as her eyes locked on the obscene sight.
She didn't even hear Harley telling her to move until Harley was practically shoving her aside, grinning like a devil as she crouched down to watch up close.
Power Girl stood there still trying to process the absurdity of this whole island, while Diana's moans finally quieted down.
She had ridden Omen like she was trying to fuse herself to his cock, and when he'd finished using her, she climbed off slowly, breathing heavy and her inner thighs glistening.
She didn't even look at Power Girl, just padded across the polished marble and lay herself back down on the ground beside his throne as an obedient pet returning to her spot.
She rested on her side, one arm tucked under her head, the other lazily stroking her belly as if the whole fuck-session was nothing but a casual workout.
Harley clapped like a drunken cheerleader, "Magnificent performance, as always, bitch princess! Ya really got the bounce right today!"
Omen just gave Harley the finger.
"Love you too, boss," Harley chirped with a shit-eating grin, rocking on her heels before turning to Power Girl, "C'mon, Hooker turned Barbie, lemme show ya to your digs."
Power Girl hesitated, glancing at Omen one last time, but he was already leaning back in his throne with his eyes closed, napping while Diana's hand rubbed slow circles on her belly.
Harley led Power Girl through a long series of marble hallways as sunlight spilt in through tall columns and open arches, the air warm with sea breeze.
Every few corners they passed Amazons in various states of undress, some carrying amphoraes of water, others sitting openly with their fingers between their thighs while chatting like they were discussing the weather.
One pair of heavily pregnant Amazons lounged on a balcony with their tits out, feeding each other grapes while a third knelt at their feet, licking up the dribbles of milk leaking out of their breasts.
Finally, Harley stopped at a door flanked by two half-naked guards who looked like they'd been carved out of bronze, then pushed it open and gestured inside, "Home sweet home."
Power Girl stepped in and was marvelled by the room, which was absurd, big enough to fit a Metrolopis apartment inside twice over, with walls painted in soft gold and ivory.
The bed was a massive circular monstrosity draped in crimson sheets, piled with pillows, and backed by a carved headboard depicting Omen standing over kneeling Amazons like some conquering war god, which, Power Girl guessed, was exactly the point.
The corners of the room had low couches, silk curtains swaying with the wind, and an open doorway leading to a marble bath big enough for a small pool.
The air smelled faintly of sandalwood and sea salt, and even the floor was warm under her feet.
Harley flopped onto the bed face-first and rolled over like she owned the place, "This used to be one of the high-ranking royal bitch's rooms," she said, stretching her legs in the air, "big fancy title, wore gold everywhere, all that bullshit. Then she dropped the act, ditched the robes, and decided she wanted to be a priest for Bossman instead. Now she spends her days prayin', suckin' dildo's, and takin' care of the preggo sisters."
Power Girl raised an eyebrow. "And she was okay with that?"
Harley snorted, grabbing one of the pillows and hugging it to her chest, "Okay with it? Bitch was happy. Said the politics were a pain in the ass, nobody respected her decisions, and she couldn't even get off in peace without everyone whisperin' about 'royal dignity' or whatever. Now she just wakes up, praises Boss, milks her tits for the nursery, and gets her brains fucked out before bed. Honestly? Sounds like she's livin' her dream."
Power Girl tilted her head, sceptical. "So you're telling me giving up political power for… being some guy's sex toy… is fine with her?"
"Babe, you're thinkin' too small," Harley said, propping herself up on her elbows, "Bossman ain't just 'some guy.' He's Omen. If he told me to burn down the world while he fucked me from behind, I'd ask him if he wanted marshmallows for the fire, long as he keeps dickin' me down and keepin' things fun, I don't give a shit who's kneelin' or cryin' out there."
The casual way she said it left Power Girl blinking, "You're serious."
"Dead serious," Harley said with a grin, "the only thing I care about is he never gets bored of me. Which is why I keep myself useful."
That made Power Girl glance at her belly. "Yeah, I noticed… you're the only woman on the palace I've seen here who isn't pregnant, why's that?"
Harley slid off the bed and padded over, wagging a finger, "Ah, see, there's the thing, Bossman needs me runnin' errands, dealin' with pests, you know… All that runnin' around ain't exactly good for a bun in the oven, so, until Diana pops that god-baby out, I'm his enforcer, his will are my fists and hammer, the minute I'm ready to take the load, though? Oh, baby, I'm gettin' stuffed so hard I'll be waddlin' for months."
Power Girl crossed her arms, processing that, "So you… like being his enforcer?"
"Hell yeah," Harley said, rummaging in a nearby chest like she was looking for a snack, "I get to travel, grope big titty bitches, drink breast milk, and remind everyone why they don't wanna get on Omen's bad side," she pulled something out with a triumphant noise, then turned, holding a golden object that immediately made Power Girl's mouth go dry.
It was a dildo, a big one, thick as her forearm, the surface gleamed in the sunlight, every ridge and vein carved in immaculate detail… and it was unmistakably Omen's cock.
"Souvenir," Harley said with a wicked grin, tossing it to Power Girl, who caught it purely on reflex, "Every high-tier girl gets one, for those nights when you're lonely, or just wanna remind yourself why you keep your knees ready to spread when Boss calls."
Power Girl stared down at it, the weight of solid gold in her hands, the obscene accuracy leaving nothing to the imagination. "… You've gotta be kidding me."
Harley laughed, "Oh, you'll be thankin' me later, trust me," She said skipping toward the door, stretching her arms overhead until her back cracked.
"Meal hall's to the right, you'll smell it before you see it, lotta girls eatin' pussy in the corner while they snack on olives, so don't trip over anyone."
Power Girl was still holding the golden cock when Harley reached the doorway.
"Oh, and one more thing," Harley said, pointing finger-gun style with a wink. "Today's Wednesday."
"…And?"
"Doggy Style Wednesday, babe," Harley said, blowing her an exaggerated kiss before flipping her off with both hands and skipping down the hall like she'd just won the lottery.
Left alone in the luxury suite, Power Girl turned in a slow circle, the absurdity of it all pressing in on her, and looked down at the heavy gold dildo in her hands again, then at the massive bed, then toward the balcony where the ocean breeze was drifting in.
Somewhere outside, she could faintly hear moans, laughter, and the crash of waves against the cliffs.
And, against her better judgment, a part of her stomach fluttered.