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Diana Prince looked at the security camera images. The blur’s defeating the mundane security argued magic was involved. The scuttering/scurrying motion, the pack like motion of the shadows set up an instinctive fear in the amazing Amazon. Deep in her core, a horror awoke, a racial fear even her divine blood wasn’t immune to.

“Goblins!” She muttered.

The shadows swarmed over the police, ignoring their guns, the shots shown in silence on the video only feed blasted into the air around the blurs without any effect. The goblins cut into the half dozen police and blood sprayed.

Half the size of a human, faster than a wolf, more savage than a lion, hunting with intelligence and cruelty beyond that of any mere animal, the goblins cut through the police without slowing or stopping. What they did to men was mere butchery, what they did to women was far worse.

Turning to the IDAC officers, she gave what was unmistakably a command.

“Get all of our people off this. Get all the police to withdraw. Nothing human can stop them. They are faster and stronger than any human, and their magic makes technology almost useless against them. Electricity will not work around them, explosives will sometimes refuse to go off, sometimes go off on their own. They are chaos made evil flesh. What they do to men is unspeakable, but better than what they do to women. This is a job for Wonder Woman. I will contact her.”

While Diana usually informed and advised, when she chose instead to command, the question of her rank and authority oddly never came up. The senior staff simply accepted it as obvious that their field staff could not deal with this, and focused on keeping human law enforcement out of the way.

Diana took the time to finish her shift as if nothing was going on. In reality she was remembering her training. Training about the greatest enemies of the Amazons. The ancient Amazons were warrior women whose strength was beyond that of mortal men, whose skill was beyond that of mortal men, and whose beauty and pride were a challenge that no mortal men could help but dream of making submit and owning sexually.

There were worse things than men, and the magic that made the Amazons belonged to the goddesses Artemis and Hera. There were other powers as old as the gods, worlds that brushed against our own and sometimes allowed passage. The realms of fairy were one. The ancient elves were powerful, subtle and often cruel. They learned to avoid the Amazons for fear of their terrible reprisals. The beauty of the elves was the light of fairy, but where there was light, there was also shadow. As gorgeous as the elves was the hideousness of the goblin, as noble and refined as the elves was the savagery and barbarism of the goblin. Where elves were gifted with eternal life, ethereal beauty, both men and women almost divine in their beauty, goblins were male only, able to breed with any female sentient, and filled with nothing but lust to possess and degrade the women of other, more gorgeous, more civilized races.

The highest prize was an Amazon. The great warrior women, born to a society that used men only as breeding slaves, crippled at birth and kept as little better than field beasts, Amazon men were not only less than Amazons women, they were less than the free human men they were taken from. For an Amazon to be superior to males was simply a truth. To own men was no different than owning cattle. The male was inferior, easily conquered, and beneath notice. The goblins had no women of their own, because all women were their own. The Amazons were proud as goddesses, more gorgeous than elves, more bountifully curved than humans, and they were strong. So strong they could survive the use and abuse of goblins long enough to endure decades or centuries of being reduced to nothing but a mindless sex slave, begging for the degradation of their goblin masters.

Magic is cruel, and nothing comes without cost. Goblins were given the sexual desire of Pan, the predatory desire of Aries, and addictive sperm. Women that had been exposed to goblin sperm became addicted to it. More powerful than any drug, more powerful than any spell, it ate the will and left behind nothing but desire for more, the need to accept, and insist on more and harder useage. This combined with the fertility of the goblin race meant that stolen humans birthed no more than a handful of babies before dying, elves no more than a dozen, but a captured Amazon could live for centuries.

Even the will of an Amazon had limits, no greater humiliation could an Amazon know than to have that will eroded by constant use of the Goblin cum, to have her entire nervous system rewired to know ever greater pleasure from Goblin use until she would gladly betray not just herself but her sisters for the chance to be used just one more time by her Goblin masters. To be an Amazon, reduced to slavery by a creature half the size of a man, broken not by sword or spear, not by whip or spell, but by foot long goblin cock, and the sperm that made the very power of her Amazon body into a weapon against her will.

No, Goblins were wiped out by the Amazons at any cost when encountered. Goblin nests were wiped out, and the women in them given a more merciful end than the Goblins would have left them. Amazons could not allow Goblin’s to exist in the world.

…….

Blix was a goblin with a mission. The nuclear testing of the humans had weakened the barrier between the world of man and the world of fairy. The fairy realm became a blight where the human weapons had tainted the life of both worlds through their violation of the fundamental laws. The blight belonged to the goblins, for the noble elves dared not enter it to hunt them.

Blix found his way into the land of iron and poison, a land forbidden to his kind when humanity turned away from magic and made the worlds so much harder to cross. The human world, full of powerless women, gigantic breasts and no magic. It was a legend for goblins, and Blix found the way back!

The humans had some kind of magic wand that made thunder and tossed sling shots, like arrowheads without arrows. They punched deep but lacked iron or magic to kill, and they were used by warriors so slow and weak that they fell to goblin claws faster than deer.

Better, one of them had been a female! Taken back to the warehouse, the dozen goblins delighted in the screams, moans, the wetness and the yielding bouncy firmness. Titties, glorious human titties for goblin tongues and teeth!

The blonde policewoman was cooing in a corner, Flarf was sawing his goblin cock into her ass as Blix turned the new weapon in his hands. It was made of plastic, lighter than the iron that was poison to goblins, yet nearly as hard. The policewoman had taught Blix and the goblins how to use it after they had raped her into submission, then into addiction. Now the goblins were armed better than an elven Wild Hunt, better than and Amazon war party.

Gifted with the magic to blur their sight, they had the power to slip past any barrier, slip past any ward, and with their speed and strength they could tear a bear aside in less seconds than it took to roar its defiance, now they wielded the new “guns” of humanity, they were unbeatable!

…….

Wonder Woman followed the scrapes and scratches in the walls. Goblin’s didn’t just run along the ground. Hunting packs took to the trees, to better ambush pursuers. In the city, the goblins took to the concrete walls like so many spiders. The police couldn’t read the signs, without technology they were almost useless, untrained compared to the Amazons of her island. Wonder Woman wasn’t just an Amazon, she was the best of them. A goddess birthed by the Amazons, a living weapon who was given to the world of man to become the Defender of All Women. She was hunting a predator that was a threat to all women.

She stood outside the warehouse, listening to the laughter of goblins and the screaming of a ravaged woman. Doubtless the missing body, the policewoman taken from the police blocking force, had not been lucky enough to die.

It would be easy to assume the gang rape was distracting the goblins, and to walk in the door, but goblins had survived for millennia by using anger and overconfidence to deliver their enemies to them. Wonder Woman smiled. She did not, after all, need a door.

Listening carefully, ignoring the sounds of sex, the taunting, the casual cruelty of male lust expressed in its lowest and most degrading form, she listened for the scrape of claw, the catch of breath, until she heard them. Watchers at the front and back doors in the rafters. Doubtless ready withs some trap for anyone going in through front or back door.

Silently snarling, Wonder Woman accelerated to full speed and hit the concrete wall at the far end from the ravaged woman. It would not do to kill her with concrete fragments when her magic lasso offered the only chance to restore her broken mind once rescued from the goblins.

She exploded through the wall like a tank cannon. Blix took a moment to appreciate the sight, the glorious sight that no goblin, that no male could possibly be prepared for.

A goddess. Golden eagles on a red corset framed the greatest tits in the known world, raven dark hair waved like a wing behind her, held in place by a gold tiara marking her as queen and goddess. Strong arms clad in heavy braciers marked her as a warrior, even as the star spangled blue pants stretched across the finest birthing hips and most spankable ass Blix had ever seen.

Long legs, such magnificent long legs, the finest steed a goblin could know, stretched between scarlet warrior boots and star spangled ass, this wasn’t just an Amazon, this was a walking temple of Fuck. This wasn’t a woman, this was The Woman.

The goddess spoke, her blue eyes blazing like lightning, her rich red cocksucking lips marked a face that shone with pride, with unconquerable defiance, with utter contempt for Blix and all his kind.

“I am Wonder Woman, and I will see your kind wiped out for crimes against women. In the name of all the Amazons, I will end you.”

Blix felt two things jerk. The Glock in his hand, and the cock in his pants. Bullets from a dozen goblins hammered into the Amazon, but although they had sufficed to kill the humans who could not hope to be fast enough to hit the goblins in return, the Amazon simply stood there and swatted the bullets apart with her bracers as if to demonstrate her superiority, her immunity to their attacks before making her own.

Striding forward, she proved to be able to bat bullets apart as she closed and shattered skulls with hands and feet as she met the goblins with the skill of one of the ancient Amazons, but the strength of Hercules.

Blix was a goblin, not a berserker. He and the roof goblins bolted for the door as the goblins on the ground got destroyed by the mightiest Amazon any goblin had ever known. When she turned to face him, Blix reloaded and pointed his pistol at the naked policewoman.

In a flash, the Amazon moved to protect the vulnerable fucked out human, and Blix fired as he fled, spending bullets to buy time to make it to the roof door and escape. She was not gonna kill him, not until he fucked her. Oh how he wanted to fuck her. Never had his cock wanted anything so much as this Wonder Woman.

A goddess, a true goddess given the pride of all women. To break her, to fuck her into submission would be to subdue and degrade every woman, to have her begging for his cock would be to have a goddess on her knees before the lowest of goblins!

That it was impossible mattered not. A goblin who didn’t think with his cock was no goblin at all. Death was inevitable, but pussy belonged to the bold alone. Blix was bold. Wonder Woman would be his.

Running through the city, Blix looked for someplace green enough he could use his goblin magic to make a door home. There was a green space, a field called “Splatter Blaster Paintball”, and Blix lead his goblins to it. Among the green of life, Goblin magic could cover their tracks even from an Amazon.

As he ran, he felt the slap and splatter of something on his hide. A fat boy under a blanket net with fake leaves had hit him with a dozen shots from something like a gun. A short fat tube like a rifle, with a gigantic bottle on the back, and smaller bottle below.

Two of his goblins grabbed the boy, and one broke the gun in half in anger but Blix stopped them before they could gut the human. They caught a second boy in hiding, also with another of these odd, slow guns. Both boys were held to the ground, ready to be gutted.

Blix looked at the paint on his body, spattered like cum from a goblin’s cock, and stuck a claw under the boys chin and turned his face up to face Blix.

“What do you call these cum shooting things?” Blix asked the boy.

“Paintball guns, sir.” The terrified human said, peeing himself in fear.

“Where do I get these, paintball guns, little human?” Blix asked. “Help me get them, and you will live.”

The human answered in a panic. “Amazon sir. I order them on Amazon! You can get them delivered next day.”

Blix began laughing. Dragging the boy into the building that was used as a hide on this “paintball” field, Blix just had to laugh. He was gonna use Amazon to get him the guns that would allow him to use an Amazon, indeed, the Amazon.

Truly, the gods loved him!

………

Wonder Woman was not having a good week. It was one disaster after another. First she responded to an urgent call about an out of control commuter train headed for a section of elevated track that had mysteriously suffered one section of concrete pillars simply collapsing. Flying at top speed, Wonder Woman was able to get ahead of the train, to reach down and manually force the brakes closed to start to drag the train’s speed down, then get ahead of it and bring it gently to a stop. Straining her every muscle to allow her to slow the train without doing so fast enough to derail caused her to use her flight powers plus the resistance of her boots upon the rails both in controlled measure. She had to ignore petty distractions.

Distraction like two goblins popping up and spraying her back and legs with paintballs. When the Princess of Themyscira turned to face them, the goblins were gone, and she had to search for wounded among the passengers.

That night in the shower, she found her breasts were unusually sensitive, and she found herself remembering her lost loves. Almost without thinking, she began to masturbate and soon had a crushing orgasm, causing her to fall to the floor. Had it been that long, why was it so intense?

Responding to a call of police under fire, Wonder Woman descended upon the scene to discover a lone policewoman firing desperately into the shadows as her vest took round after round of what looked like paintballs. Two male officers were down and screaming from wounds to their legs that looked like claw marks.

Moving to block the policewoman with her body, Wonder Woman picked her up and with a superhuman leap, carried her to the cover of the next corner. The white goo all over the weeping policewoman’s front got all over Wonder Woman’s arms and chest, soaking slowly through fabric that would have resisted a sniper rifle. One more leap allowed her to extract the two male officers and she quickly bound their wounds using their own shirts, making sure they would not bleed out. Another goblin attack, but their magic allowed them to blend in too easily, and they dispersed in every direction. She had driven them off, but not caught them. She would have to hunt them as soon as she had time to spare.

Last night she dreamed of goblins. Dreamed of goblins capturing Amazons. Dreamed of all the terrible things they did to humiliate the proud warrior women. Dreamed of being raped by them, being ridden like a pack animal by them, being trained like a performing animal by them. She woke up wet, with her fingers inside herself. What was going on? Where were these dreams coming from? She lit incense and ritually purified her quarters. Using the ancient ritual magic of the Amazons, she warded her room. Perhaps Circe or some other sorcerer was sending her disturbing dreams?

It didn’t work. The dreams returned every night. It was like they were coming from inside her.

The bank robbery was unusually violent because it was done with super powers. The attackers had powered armour, and brought with them drones to carry the loot from the bank away. EMP weapons had disabled cameras and vehicles on every approach so the police were unable to respond effectively. Wonder Woman entered through the window, pulling the roller shutters down and back through the window so no one inside would be injured, and so all the glass would blast out into the streets. She was concerned about hostages inside the bank, not about surprise.

A hail of flechettes from a magnetic accelerator mounted to one of the battle armoured troopers lanced out faster than sound, but she deflected them away. Years of experience and reflexes belonging on a goddess allowed her to deflect each in such a way as to not bounce into one of the cowering hostages. Flashing out with the lasso of Hestia, she grabbed one of the more distant thugs who was pointing his weapon at the hostages and pulled him through the thug closest to her. She pulled too hard, The thug closest to her fell in an unconscious heap, but the one she pulled had an obviously shattered limb bent the wrong way. He was screaming incoherently. The Amazon was having a hard time fighting her arousal, denying the building sexual pressure was leaving her on the edge of murder.

With a snarl, she closed on the other five attackers. She didn’t bother to block. She revelled in the punishment of the rounds impacting her chest and belly. One flechette struck her nipple and she almost came in her panties at the delicious pain. For one second, she saw a grinning goblin face biting into her nipple. A backhand, too hard! Put another battlesuited figure into the wall, hopefully the wall was an interior wall of gyprock and wood, not concrete, or he might not live. Two more restrained punches shattered the power packs of the retreating supervillains and put them down, still breathing, but trapped in dead armour.

Whirling with an instinct that had never failed her, Wonder Woman brought up her braciers to block a hail of incoming fire. The rounds spattered over her braciers, covering her face, and her heaving breasts in white goo. The goblins stood in the doorway. One of them cupped his crotch, whipped out his engorged penis, almost a third his three foot height and called out.

“Next time, you can get it from the source!”

Two other goblins threw hand grenades at hostages scattered throughout the bank. Wonder Woman aborted her charge at the goblins to save the citizens. With a flick of her arms she whipped the lasso of truth to bounce the one grenade deep into the vault, and she dove on the second, to cover its blast with her body. Both failed to detonate. They were props. Wonder Woman cursed. That damned goblin had beaten her again!

The wondered of the goblins beating her lit a fire in the Defender of All Women and she dug her fingers into the ground so hard she tore into the hardwood floor to the concrete beneath. It was the only way to keep her fingers from her sex. The paintballs were filled with goblin cum! She had been exposed how many times? So had the two policewomen she had rescued. What happened to them? Were the legends true about its ability to break women’s wills, to turn them into mindless fuck meat for the goblins to use, breeders of the next generation of predators to all races of women?

She had her magic lasso, surely she could fix any mental compulsion? She would discover the policewomen and fix them. Right after she fixed herself.

Returning to her home, for once not waiting for police and ambulance to care for the wounded, she stripped and showered. Taking the lasso of truth into the shower to wash off the goblin cum that crusted her. She bound herself in the lasso and scrubbed the goblin cum off.

“I will not bow to any man. I am the Defender of All Women. I am Wonder Woman. I don’t want any hard throbbing green goblin cock to suck deep in my throat, to choke me, to make me gag, to cum in my mouth, down my throat, over my tits.”

Unnoticed, she had dropped the lasso of truth as her fingers worked her own breasts feverishly. Dropping her fingers into her own sex, not lightly caressing and stroking in her usual way, she drove her fingers into a pussy already open and wet.

“I don’t need goblin cock raping my pussy, filling my womb with their vile SEEEEEEEEEEEED!” Wonder woman cried as she fell to the floor, face down, ass up, fingers inside her pussy as she dreamed of hard potent goblin cocks planting their seed deep in her Amazon womb, breeding her.

Reaching out to the Lasso of Hestia, the Lasso of Truth, sghe wrapped it around her wrist and tried to command herself, tried to speak what she wondered was the truth, what she needed to be the truth.

“I don’t need any goblin cock. I don’t need their cum in all my holes. I don’t need them to bind and punish me.” She tried to say each of the things she needed to be true, but the Lasso of Hestia bound the user to speak the truth. She could use it to compel others, but she had to speak the compulsion. While she held the lasso, the one thing she could not do was lie. She could free any other woman from the compulsions already inside her, but she could not free herself. Her body was already changing, her nipples already leaking milk to feed the goblin babies her womb was prepping itself for. As long as the goblins existed, this compulsion would grow. She had to discover and free the two policewomen the goblins already spattered with their cum filled paintballs, then she needed to kill the goblins. Not capture, not imprison. Kill. Only then would she be free.

Fingers working in her sex frantically, she wept as she came a second time to the vision of herself being raped by goblins in every hole at once. Her cum shot out like the spray from her shower head, while her tears streamed in silent, soul wrenching agony to be lost in her showers spray.

She had to end it, while she still wanted to end it.

NSFW: yes

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