bookpower All Bow Before Warlord (DC Comics)
All Bow Before Warlord (DC Comics)
All Bow Before Warlord (DC Comics)
A/N: All Bow Before Warlord was a commissioned one shot originally written back in January of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!
Summary: Inspired by the Wonder Woman vs Warlord smut comics, in which Diana finds herself hopelessly outmatched and ultimately turned into the sex pet breeding bitch of a tyrannical overlord from outer space.
Themes: Master/Slave, Mind Break, Breeding
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As she flies through the air at her fastest speeds, Wonder Woman knows the situation is dire. A new villain, some hulk of a man who calls himself 'Warlord', has surfaced in Metropolis. No one knows where he came from, only that he'd arrived and brought with him an army of henchmen who had immediately began laying waste to the area.
Normally, something like this would be handled by Superman, or by Superman and the rest of the Justice League if it was a potentially world-ending event. The problem was, Superman wasn't around. The Man of Steel, the most powerful superhero on Earth, had left for a deep-space trip over two months ago. Diana had to admit... she missed him dearly, and not just for his physical prowess and his ability to put away some of the stronger villains that made Earth into their playground.
No, Diana also missed Kal-El... because she was in love with him. His marriage to Lois Lane notwithstanding, Diana was the only woman who could make Kal feel something. He'd told her how he had to hold himself perfectly still while Lois fucked herself on the first couple of inches of his massive pole, lest he tear his human wife asunder. Man of Steel took on new meaning when it came to sex and the majority of Earth's better halves were Women of Kleenex in comparison.
But Diana, Princess of Themyscira, was tougher and stronger than any human woman. She and Kal knew that their clandestine affair was... was wrong on some level, but at the same time, it felt so damn right. She was Earth's strongest heroine; he was Earth's strongest hero. Didn't that make them meant for each other? Alas, Kal refused to leave Lois, and for him their relationship was a purely physical one. But for Diana...
No, she had to focus on the matter at hand. Superman had been out of contact in outer space for two months now, and in that time it had fallen to Wonder Woman and the rest of the Justice League to keep his rogue's gallery at bay. Sometimes all that was needed was Wonder Woman herself, but in truth she was not as strong as Kal... and so sometimes the League had to step in as well.
Unfortunately, she'd been on the other side of the planet dealing with a different threat when Warlord had first shown up in Metropolis, and so she was rather late to the battle. She could only hope that her allies had been able to hold him off in the meantime... but she was worried all the same.
Finally arriving in the skies above Metropolis, the Princess of Themyscira looks down in horror at the destruction that Warlord's army has wrought so far. Half the city is in rubble, and while Metropolis suffers such destruction on a weekly basis given the titans that do battle within it, it's no less awful in Wonder Woman's eyes.
Luckily, it's easy enough to locate the man who caused all this misery. Unfortunately, it's because he stands atop a mound of rubble in the center of the most destroyed section of the city, surrounded by her comrades and allies. From Batman to Green Arrow to Green Lantern, most of the League is laid out at his feet, defeated and brought to ruin by Warlord's might.
As she comes in for a landing, Wonder Woman grits her teeth and curls her hands into fists at her side, presenting a proud visage as one of Earth's most powerful and stalwart protectors. She spares her downed allies a worried glance but ultimately focuses on the battle ahead of her, one that looks like it will be the hardest she's ever had.
"Warlord! Surrender, or I will beat you black and blue!"
The man in question is as massive as the reports said. Wearing a Norse helm atop his head with streams of red hair coming out from under it, wielding a hammer in one hand even as his biceps bulge with power and the need for violence... he grins at her wickedly.
"Wonder Woman. I've heard so much about you... I wonder, can you give me any better of a fight then these louts?"
With the whole of the Justice League save for her and Kal laid out before him already, Diana feels the first niggling of doubt pervade her senses. But she immediately quashes it with a snarl, glaring daggers at the smug villain as she begins to lean forward ever so slightly, preparing to lunge.
"You'll see soon enough!"
And then she launches herself forward, rocketing towards Warlord with a fist outstretched. He continues to smirk in her direction in the half second it takes her to make her approach, and for a brief second Diana believes she's getting the jump on him, that he can't possibly react to her speed. She should have known better, given the Flash himself is laid out at the bottom of the mound of rubble, his legs broken and twisted in unnatural angles by his own bout against Warlord.
Instead of her fist slamming into the villain's face, it smacks into an open palm. His massive bear-paw of a hand immediately closes around her fist and Wonder Woman only has a moment at most to realize how outclassed she is before his other hand, curled into a giant fist as well, swings right into her own face. And then she knows nothing more, as he hits her, and the world goes completely dark.
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When she wakes up again, it's in a completely different place. Blinking slowly, Wonder Woman rises from a strange bed in a strange bedroom, looking around bewildered. Her cheek still throbs though and quickly reminds her of what she was doing before she was unceremoniously knocked the fuck out. Her memories give her a shot of adrenaline and she immediately comes up off of the bed, standing and vibrating with energy and concern... just as the door to the bedroom opens and Warlord steps inside.
She should attack him immediately, but something holds her back. Perhaps it was her immediate and ignoble defeat at his hands the last time she tried to fight him. He... he reminds her of Kal, but maybe even stronger. His power, his manliness, his strength... all of it is overwhelming in the same way Kal's has always been. Diana finds herself flushing just a bit as she unconsciously compares her missing lover to this villain who's defeated her and the rest of the Justice League so easily.
"Princess Diana... I see you've chosen to remain docile, for the time being."
His mocking, derisive tone causes her to clench her teeth and curl her hands into fists again as she considers rushing him all the same... only for him to raise a hand and stop her with a gesture.
"We could fight again... but you would be better off listening to what I have to say."
He's surprisingly articulate for a bloodthirsty conqueror. This... Warlord fellow has a deep baritone voice and a charisma to him that's almost palpable. More than that though, she knows what happened last time she tried to fight, so for the time being at least she relaxes and gives a reluctant nod in response to his words.
Smirking, the red-haired villain rolls his shoulders.
"I have defeated you and your precious Justice League. There is nothing you nor any of your allies could do to stop me. However, I shall make you a promise. So long as you stay at my side willingly and prove... compliant, I can promise that no one else will be harmed by my hand. Sacrifice yourself to keep me... occupied, Princess. A good trade, no?"
She can read the undertones of his vague words well enough and it makes her bristle, not just as Wonder Woman, but as Diana as well, Princess of Themyscira. He's talking about using her body, no doubt. She's never been raped before, not once in all her life. There's been a few defeats here and there that might have gone down that route, but she's always turned the tables at the last second. For a woman as strong as her, rape simply wasn't a question... all of her sexual experiences had been by her own choice.
Though, sometimes she fantasized about how it would have been if Kal-El wasn't such a good old fashioned farm boy with his morals and sensibilities. He was the one who had the best chance of overpowering her after all, of just... taking her against her will. He would never do such a thing, but if he'd been raised differently, perhaps...
Such fantasies are unbecoming of a Princess of Themyscira though. And so is debasing herself before Warlord now in such a way. Eyes narrowed, she opens her mouth to tell him where he can stick his idea, but before she can speak, he overrides her, seeming to sense her negative reaction quite easily.
"Before you answer me, you might wish to see something."
With the snap of his fingers, screens appear on the far wall of the bedroom, unveiling themselves one by one and drawing Diana's eye. What she sees horrifies her. Every single member of the Justice League is currently being held prisoner, not a single hero or heroine that she saw defeated in Metropolis managed to get away. They're all the Warlord's prisoners... all except for Superman.
Her shoulders slump as Wonder Woman realizes what she's going to have to do. If she wants to keep her allies from coming to further harm, or even worse, from being killed outright... she's going to have to give in to Warlord's demands. It won't be forever though, and that light at the end of the tunnel is the only thing that makes this alright. She will surrender herself to this monster for the sake of the League... and use the intervening time to stall for Superman's return. Once Kal-El came back and defeated Warlord as she was sure he could, then all would be well. They would be able to fix everything.
But given her own ignoble defeat at Warlord's hands, Diana knows she can't beat him alone. Leaving her with only one option. Letting out a shuddering breath, the Princess of Themyscira slowly relaxes her hands and gives a single, reluctant nod.
"V-Very well."
Grinning ferally, Warlord strides forward, all of the screens in the wall disappearing again as he does so. By the time he arrives in front of her, it's just her and him in the room, not a video screen in sight as he reaches out and contemptuously grabs the front of her breastplate and pulls down, tearing it off of her with ease.
Diana grunts indignantly, but doesn't resist, not even as he strips her out of her skirt as well and tearing every last bit of her clothing from her body. A uniform that had become a symbol of hope and heroism for people all over the world, reduced to nothing more than tatters in mere moments by this despicable man's might.
"Kneel. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."
Diana stiffens, carrying herself with the pride of a Themyscirian Princess even exposed and nude as she now is. Still, a moment of hesitance is all the defiance she can allow herself, along with glaring daggers up at him as she slowly but willingly sinks to her knees. She's ready for his cock to be nothing compared to Kal-El's, she's ready to find out he's compensating for something as Warlord reaches down and pulls his member from its confines.
"By H-Hera, why does it feel so good?"
She tenses up immediately after the words slip out of her mouth in a murmur, almost like she thinks he might not have heard her. A silly idea, his hearing is QUITE good. Hearing her give in like that... it's enough to cause him to cum inside of her yet again, groaning as he fills her with his seed right there on the spot. In response, the Princess whimpers.
"N-No! Not inside, d-damn it!"
But he's cum inside of her every time he's fucked her since she came into his possession. Her protests have become so weak as to be toothless now... not that she ever had teeth to her that could have harmed him. Even that first bout of oral sex, he'd threatened her allies more for her sake than his own. If she had tried to chomp down on his cock, Warlord has no doubt in his mind that she would have shattered a few of her teeth in the process, ruining some of her beauty. He liked his women intact... mostly. Luckily, Wonder Woman had known better than to try after his casual threat.
As they come down from their highs, he reaches up and grabs her by her hair, preparing to kiss his new fuck toy. But before he can do so, she looks up at him with some defiance in her gaze and glares at him.
"You think you've won... but someday soon, Superman will return. He'll stop you. He'll put an end to all of this."
He's taken aback for a moment by her quiet conviction. It's a testament to her beliefs that she doesn't stutter or stammer a single time. And yet... and yet, a moment after he finishes processing her words, Warlord can't help but throw his head back and laugh. The Princess stiffens beneath him, but before she can do or say anything, he cuts himself off and looks back down at her, grinning a vicious grin.
"You speak of the Kryptonian? Of the one they call the Last Son of Krypton?"
Tensing up under him, his new woman nods slowly. Not taking his eyes off of her, he raises a hand and snaps his fingers. Then, with his other hand, he grabs her by the jaw and turns her head to stare at the wall, where a single video screen has shown up now. On it is a camera situated in his trophy hall... revealing the torn suit of Superman, with the House of El symbol still intact, laid out in a trophy case.
"N-No..."
Her quiet whisper of disbelief and despair is EVERYTHING to Warlord, who takes vicious satisfaction in explaining things to his newest concubine.
"My people and the people of Krypton have long been mortal enemies. So when your 'Superman' heard about my conquests out amongst the stars, he came looking for me, to put me down and imprison me supposedly. He bit off more than he could chew... and in the process, my interrogators ripped every single last thing he knew about Earth from his mind. Including, my sweet ignorant pet... you."
He can feel it as something inside of his latest conquest breaks at this information. She clearly wants to deny it, she clearly wants to say he's lying, but the proof is right before her eyes. Grinning smugly, Warlord snaps his fingers, and the video screen disappears into the wall once more. Then, he turns the Princess of Themyscira back to face him and kisses her most savagely, making out with his newest sex pet and feeling as she melts into it, as she submits to him.
There's still a part of her that's hoping for relief, for rescue, he can tell even now... but it's growing smaller by the day. Soon enough, she will belong to him in every way that matters. Soon enough, she will be HIS wholly and utterly.
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Warlord's throne room is exactly what you would expect from a conquering tyrant. Large and filled to the brim with his most successful minions... and the sluts that he's given them to fuck. The throne room is jam-packed today, and for good reason... their latest conquest has been that of Themyscira itself, the Isle falling before his and his armies might thanks to their isolationist policies.
In the end, the Amazons of Themyscira had no allies, no one to turn to in their hour of need. Of course, by now, over half of Earth was under Warlord's control, and the rest of the planet would likely even more rapidly follow now that he'd dealt with some of the greatest threats to his conquest. The world would soon be unified under one rule, HIS, and all would bow before the might of Warlord.
But that was for another day. Today was a celebration of their defeat of the Amazons, and all of his men had a woman or two for them to fuck at the moment. Bound and shackled, the recently defeated Themyscirians fight and struggle against their bondage to no avail, letting out angry muffled shrieks through their gags as they're ravaged in both their cunts and their asses by his minions.
Meanwhile, the heroines of the Justice League have LONG since been broken by his interrogators. Those women, the so-called protectors of this world, are all too willing in their service to his minions. They're getting gangbanged in every hole, spit-roasted as they suck on the cocks provided to them and take even more cocks up their asses and cunts.
The throne room is filled with debauchery and depravity of this nature as Warlord himself lounges back in his throne, smiling the smile of a victorious conqueror. Ah, but while the scene is almost perfect... it's lacking a certain something, isn't it?
With a snap of his fingers, a side door opens and through it steps Wonder Woman, is newest conquest. Clad in a skimpy dress that does nothing to hide her growing tits and baby bump, as well as golden bands around her ankles, wrists, and collar to signify her place as his property, she looks quite beautiful, made all the more gorgeous as a result of the glow of her recently begun pregnancy.
Obviously, the bound and gagged Amazons in the chamber are horrified to see their Princess in such a state. Among them is her mother, Queen Hippolyta. If he didn't already have Diana, he might have been tempted to take her as his concubine... but in truth, her daughter was stronger and more beautiful then she would ever be. The deposed Queen was reduced to nothing more than another fuck toy for his men, as Warlord indulged himself in the greater prize, Wonder Woman herself.
Flinching at the accusatory muffled noises she gets from her defeated sisters, Diana pads her way over to her Master on bare feet, her hands fidgeting at her sides, one coming up to rest protectively on her growing baby bump. Arriving before him, Warlord grins and grabs her by the waist, pulling her into his lap with one arm while holding up a goblet with the other.
"A toast! To our victory!"
He drinks deeply from the goblet and then tosses it aside, using both hands to impale Diana on his cock right then and there. As the Princess of Themyscira moans like a wanton slut in front of all of her former League allies AND her Amazon sisters, Warlord pulls one of her engorged tits out of the top of her sheer dress and drinks deeply from it as well, to the roaring cheer of his men.
"To our victory! To our victory!"
"To the Warlord! To our Glorious Leader!"
As Diana tries and fails not to orgasm from his drinking, she lets out another wanton moan, shuddering in orgasmic bliss. She... she's still trying to fight him, even now, but not really. Deep down inside, she knows better, she knows that not only has she lost the will to truly fight... she's also fallen in love with her captor.
Secretly, she's even excited to be his baby mama. He's so much more of a man than Kal-El ever was, in truth, and before Warlord had come along, Kal was the closest to a man who could keep up with her that Diana had ever found. Now, she not only had a man who could keep up with her, but also a man who could put her in her place, who had shown her where she belonged.
At this point, resisting him in small ways was more of an obligation than anything else. She barely fought him any longer, because she didn't believe in fighting him any longer. He was the true Alpha Male, and she... she was his breeding bitch, his sex pet.
She was also the source of his ever-growing power. He was already overwhelmingly strong before, but Diana knew something that no one else save for her Master did... drinking of her breast milk was making Warlord even STRONGER. He would have conquered Earth without her... but just how much of the galaxy would he manage to conquer WITH her?
With her at his side as the mother to his children, Warlord's influence would have no limits. As she grinds down on his cock, contemplating her defeat and the domination of both her and Earth, Diana bites her lower lip and whimpers as Warlord takes one last excessively long draw from her milk-laden tits before pulling back and grinning at her. In a whisper, he confirms both her deepest fears... and her greatest desires.
"I'm going to breed you so very many times, my pet Princess. I'm going to enjoy putting baby after baby inside of your belly."
With a shudder, Diana experiences another mind-blowing orgasm, not even surprised that he can make her cum harder than Kal ever did with words alone at this point. Her climax brings him with her and Warlord chuckles as he revels in his victory over her.
He's made Wonder Woman into his bitch. He's made Princess Diana of Themyscira submit to his cock. And with her empowering him, with her at his side... he'll make the rest of the galaxy submit as well.
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