A few more months had passed on Temyschira, time moved like a blur when every day was split between fucking, breeding, and worshipping Omen's cock, and not much had changed in the island since then, Diana had carried her child to term, the once proud Wonder Woman now waddled with her belly round and heavy until Omen finally pulled the kid out of her and dumped her straight into the nursery with the rest of the newborn.
Every single child carried his blood, his seed had conquered their wombs just as much as his cock had conquered their throats, and yet, Omen found himself with a new dilemma, something he hadn't seriously thought about when he first started treating the island like his personal breeding ground.
His sons, dozens of them, strong, healthy, screaming in the nurseries while wet nurses fed them on fat tits, their little fists pounding at soft flesh while their mothers cooed and whispered prayers to the man who had knocked them up.
Killing them wasn't an option, not because Omen cared about morality, but because he wanted to see what they would become; he didn't give a fuck if half of them dropped dead in training.
Still, he wanted at least one of those boys to claw his way out of the pit of the island's life and become something worth watching, maybe a warlord, perhaps a hero, maybe just some lunatic who made the world burn for the fun of it, whatever it was, Omen wanted entertainment, so he decided to let them live.
But he wasn't about to play daddy daycare, so he gave Power Girl a civilian identity, Sarah Starr, CEO of a rising Metropolis tech firm, with Harley as her ever-present shadow and enforcer, their job was simple, take the male children, scatter them in orphanages, foster them into schools, raise them up in secret, and shape them into whatever was the most useful, anyone that might carve the world open later in Omen's name.
Both obeyed without hesitation, just as they always did, and the program started rolling in silence under the nose of the whole Justice League.
After Diana had given birth and had her pussy rested for a few weeks, it was Harley's turn in the rotation, her womb had stayed empty for too long, and Omen wanted to see the manic bitch waddling around with his brat stretching her belly too, so Wonder Woman was shipped off to do her Justice League duties while Harley got chained to Omen's cock and Power Girl played office whore on the side.
That day started like any other, Omen sat back in his throne, his fat and heavy cock in Power Girl's hands as she sat on the smaller throne beside him, her short blonde hair falling around her as she stroked him slow, her tongue dragging over his balls like they were jewels in need of polishing.
She hummed to herself as she worked, almost meditative, while Harley and Diana lay sprawled at his feet, golden bikinis glinting in the lamplight, their tits spilling out of the thin straps, their fat tits pressed against the cold marble waiting for his word like pets.
Omen tilted his head back, his hand brushing Power Girl's cheek lazily, "Does anyone have anything to do now? I'm not feeling like doing anything," Harley didn't answer, too busy staring at the ceiling with a dumb grin as her fingers scratched at her stomach absentmindedly as if daring it to swell soon.
Power Girl just moaned with her mouth full, enjoying herself too much to care about schedules, too, and Diana was the only one who raised her head and said, "We could go to the Justice League headquarters"
Omen chuckled, liking the idea of watching her humiliate herself in front of what could be her friends, "I'll pass by Power Sluts office before heading there, Harley, you are in charge of the island for now," she celebrated by rolling onto her back and spreading her legs like a brat, "Island's mine! Guess I'll make titty tuesday mandatory!" she laughed until Omen flicked her clit with his finger hard enough to make her squeal.
With a wave of his hand, he teleported them where they needed to be, Diana vanishing to the Hall of Justice, her swollen tits stuffed into her old armour to pretend she was still a respectable hero, while Omen and Power Girl appeared in her office on the top floor of a Metropolis skyscraper.
The sudden shift from marble and gold to glass and steel made Power Girl giggle nervously as she realised she was still naked, her skin shiny with spit and cum
She caught a set of clothes Omen threw at her and pulled on a white button-up blouse and a tight pencil skirt, her nipples already poking through the thin fabric as she adjusted herself, "Clothes feel weird after months of being drenched in cum," she laughed, her tits straining so hard against the buttons that Omen leaned back in her leather chair just to watch one threaten to pop.
"Remind me," Omen asked, his tone lazy as his eyes traced her body, "what did your company do again?"
Power Girl leaned on her desk, the wood creaking under the weight of her udders as she pressed them together with both hands, presenting them like a plate of meat, "Tech stuff, boss, satellites, data networks, weapons research, the usual rich bitch stuff," she smirked as she pushed her tits together tighter, "you're not really listening, are you?"
Omen's hand shot out, gripping her collar and ripping the top button free, his other hand groping deep into the fabric, squeezing her tit until milk leaked and stained the shirt, "Nope," he said simply, his thumb grinding her nipple through the ruined cotton as her knees buckled.
She moaned and spread her legs, the slit of her skirt riding up to show the wet spot already soaking through her panties, her pussy practically begging to be aired out, Omen grinned and pulled her closer by her tie, forcing her mouth down to his cock, "Then shut up and suck, Sarah Starr, show me how the CEO of a Metropolis empire spends her workday"
Her lips stretched wide around his cock instantly, her mouth sloppy and hungry, spit dribbling down her chin as she gagged herself eagerly, her blonde hair spilling forward as she bobbed her head, the sound of her throat working echoing off the glass walls of the skyscraper office.
Harley's voice crackled in through the comm crystal hanging from Power Girl's ear, "Yo, P.G., you at the office? Boss, ya poundin' her yet? Bet she looks hot as fuck in that office clothes, oh and don't forget to check the quarterly profits, or just cum on the spreadsheet, either way"
Power Girl groaned around Omen's cock, her throat bulging as he forced her down to the root, his balls smacking her chin, she pulled back with a gasp, drool smeared across her face, "Harley—fuck—shut up," she panted, then dove back down, determined to earn her new role as Sarah Starr, the slut CEO.
Omen smirked, his hand tangling in her hair, forcing her to keep going, "Good girl," he said, "choke on it, Harley, Power Tits is learning techniques in record time."
Omen leaned back in Power Girl's leather office chair like he owned the entire skyscraper, because he did now by proxy, his massive cock stretching Power Girl's throat as she gagged around him, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth as she tried to keep pace.
Her short blonde hair clung to her forehead, her blouse already ripped open so her tits hung free.
"Boss, listen to her choke," Harley's voice came crackling through the crystal earpiece, "P.G., ya makin' sounds like a goddamn garbage disposal down there, bet his balls are knockin' your tonsils."
Power Girl gagged hard as Omen pushed deeper, his cock stretching her throat in a way no toy ever had, her eyes watering but her body refusing to stop.
She pulled back, coughing, drool and precum dripping onto her tits, "F-fuck, Harley, shut up, I'm—" then Omen's hand tangled in her hair and shoved her right back down, cutting her words off with a wet choke.
"That's my Power Slut," Omen said casually, his voice steady, not even strained, like facefucking a superheroine at nine in the morning was as normal as reviewing stock reports.
"Goddamn right," Harley laughed again, "office slut in heels and a pencil skirt, you're livin' my dream, P.G."
The door to the office clicked suddenly, and Power Girl froze, eyes going wide even with a cock halfway down her throat.
A plain-looking intern walked in, her hair tied in a bun, glasses perched on her nose, a cheap blouse straining against a modest chest.
She stopped dead in the doorway, her clipboard slipping from her hands and clattering on the tile as her eyes went wide, "What the—what are you doing in here?! And why are you naked in her chair?!" the intern squeaked, her cheeks flooding red as her gaze avoided Omen's face.
Omen didn't even flinch, his hand forcing Power Girl to lift her head just long enough to smirk down at the intern, "Fucking your boss," he said flatly, "isn't that right, Power Slut?"
Power Girl coughed, pulling off his cock with spit dangling from her lips as she tried to catch her breath, "I—I-I'm sorry," she blurted at the intern, wiping drool off her chin, "this isn't what it looks like—"
"It's exactly what it looks like," Omen corrected, grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her forward, her tits flattening against the desk as he slapped her ass with his cock like it was a paddle, each smack leaving a wet streak across her pale skin.
The intern gasped, covering her mouth, her wide eyes locked on the obscene scene, "M-Miss Starr— what about the board meeting at noon? What about the investors—"
Power Girl moaned as Omen's cock smacked her ass again, the sound loud in the sleek, glass-walled office, "God, fuck, I— I'm trying to talk—"
"Answer her," Omen growled, lining his cock up with her dripping pussy and slamming in with one brutal thrust that made her scream, "you're the CEO, aren't you?"
Power Girl's hands clawed at the desk, her tits bouncing violently as his cock speared her pussy, the sound of wet slaps echoing off the walls. She tried to hold herself together, tried to talk business while her body was being wrecked. "T-the investors—" she gasped, her voice breaking into a moan, "the quarterly profits are— are stable, w-we're reinvesting in satellite launches, new defense contracts with— ohhh f-fuck— LexCorp—"
The intern's jaw dropped, her face burning, "You can't— you can't just talk about defense contracts while— while he's—"
"While he's rearrangin' her guts?" Harley's voice cackled through the earpiece, "Baby girl, welcome to Boss's management style, ya either adapt or ya end up with your face under the desk lickin' up his cum puddles."
Omen pulled Power Girl upright by her hair, forcing her to arch back against his chest, his cock pounding into her so hard the desk shock and papers scattered.
He grabbed her tits in both hands, squeezing until milk squirted onto the polished wood, "Explain the mergers," he ordered, his lips brushing her ear as she whimpered.
Her voice was high, breathless, broken by every thrust, "W-we—we're negotiating with WayneTech—oh god— the buyout— fuuck— expanding into green energy—" She screamed as he bottomed out, her belly bulging slightly from the sheer size of his cock stretching her out.
The intern covered her ears, shaking her head, "This is insane! This isn't how a CEO is supposed to act!"
Power Girl turned her head, sweat dripping down her face, her lipstick smeared, "It's— it's how this CEO acts," she moaned, her eyes rolling back as Omen slammed into her again, "this is— oh fuck— company policy now."
Harley's laugh burst through again, "Hell yeah, tell that pencil-neck! Boss dickin' ya down while ya do quarterly reviews, god bless corporate America."
The intern staggered back, but she couldn't look away, her thighs pressing together under her skirt, her breath coming quicker, "Th-this is so wrong, this is—"
"Shut up," Omen barked, his gaze snapping to her like a predator spotting prey, "get over here."
The intern froze, "W-what? No— I—"
"Do it," Power Girl panted, her voice ragged as she moaned through another thrust, "y-you don't say no to him, trust me, it's— oh god— it's better if you just… obey."
The intern's face twisted in confusion, shame, and arousal all at once, slowly, her feet moved her closer until she was standing right beside the desk, her clipboard forgotten on the floor.
Omen's cock slammed into Power Girl again and again, making her tits bounce violently, and a streak of cum from dripped onto the intern's shoe, she gasped, trembling, but didn't move away.
"Good girl," Omen said, commanding, "watch closely. This is how your boss earns her profits."
Power Girl's voice cracked as she nodded desperately, "Y-yeah— watch— I'm— fuck— I'm Power Slut now— this is my real job—!"
Harley howled with laughter in the earpiece, "Goddamn, P.G., ya really leanin' into the brand, huh? Power Slut, CEO of CockSuckers United."
The intern whimpered, her knees almost buckling, "I— I can't—"
"You can," Omen growled, his hand snapping out to grab her wrist, dragging her hand toward Power Girl's tits, forcing her to squeeze one. The intern gasped at the heat, the sheer weight of it, milk beading at her fingers and Power Girl moaned, her back arching harder, "Touch me— god— please— I need more—"
The intern's breath came fast, her fingers trembling as she obeyed, kneading Power Girl's tit while Omen fucked her harder, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the office, the desk creaking under the abuse.
Power Girl tried to keep talking, tried to keep some shred of business intact even as her pussy gushed, "Revenue—fuck— projections are— up— god, don't stop— five percent growth—!"
Omen's cock slammed deeper, his balls smacking against her clit, his voice rumbling in her ear, "That's the only growth I care about, slut."
The intern gasped, her hand sliding lower without realizing it, her palm pressing against Power Girl's soaked panties where they clung to her thigh, she froze, but Power Girl bucked against her touch, moaning shamelessly, "Yes— god— touch me there— don't stop—"
Omen smirked, his thrusts never slowing, "See? Even your intern gets it, You're not a hero, not a CEO, you're just a hole for me to use while your company prints me money."
Power Girl screamed as she came, her pussy clenching tight around his cock, squirting over the desk and soaking the intern's hand, her tits bouncing as she collapsed forward again, gasping, "Yes— yes, I'm just a hole— fuck me, boss— breed me in my own office—!"
The intern yanked her hand back, staring at the slick cum dripping down her fingers, her face pale and flushed, her breath ragged, she looked up at Omen, trembling, "What— what happens to me now?"
Omen's smirk widened as he pulled Power Girl upright again, pounding into her harder, his cock swelling inside her, "Now?" he said calmly, "Now you learn what kind of benefits package comes with this job."