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The Superheroine Experience - 6
🕑 Added 2025-03-01 14:31:22 +0000 UTCIt was week two of isolation.
Karen still didn’t know how to feel. There was relief, of course. If Don hadn’t stepped in when he did then she and Diana would have been auctioned off to whatever pig bastard had the fattest wallet. But there was uncertainty, too. It gnawed at the back of her head.
Don put them up in this big ‘ole house - a precaution to make sure they didn’t somehow end up taken advantage of by some random out in public. Because of their… “condition”. The influence over their minds, the personas that had been planted in their heads, they weren’t permanent. Supposedly. They just had to ride it out. Hope for the best.
Part of that process, though, involved bouts of… release. Like letting off steam to keep the pressure low. Taking that ugliness swimming in their heads and just… letting it out for a time.
Karen breathed in. She closed her eyes, letting the sound of the TV turn to white noise. If there was any man she trusted with her life - who wasn’t Clark - it was Don. He saved her. Saved them both.
And yet… worry poured through her insides all the same.
The house was nice, at least. Out here in upper class suburbia, with spacious lawns, a well-stocked kitchen, a pool and hot tub just outside… It was the definition of idyllic. But a gilded cage was still a cage.
Week two of isolation. And Karen was waiting. Waiting for that phone call. They both were.
While Karen stirred on the couch, sweatpants-clad legs drawn up to her chest, Diana was pacing, back and forth, back and forth. Just like she’d been doing for the last half-hour.
Any moment now, the phone sitting over on the coffee table was going to ring. Don would be on the other end, just like last time. He would tell them he was on his way.
Karen took in another deep breath, feeling that light buzz over her skin. She hugged her legs close.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
“I’m starting to like it.” She blurted out.
Diana stopped pacing. She whirled to face Karen, eyes wide, confused.
“What?” The Amazon didn’t sound aghast or scandalized or even outraged. Just… baffled.
Karen let out a sigh. She let her legs drop down from the sofa, sliding her bare feet over the living room carpet. The feeling against her soles brought back some much needed calm.
“This whole scenario… I’m starting to like it.” Karen confessed, amazed at the words coming out of her own mouth. She met Diana’s eyes, seeing that the Amazon was much the same. “The domestic bliss, the playing house, all of it.”
Diana didn’t answer immediately, regarding Karen with focused eyes.
“...Gods, you’re serious.”
Karen looked away. She couldn’t blame Diana for the look, but the shock in her voice…? The blonde chewed on her tongue.
“I mean…” Karen mulled over her words, trying to pick out the ones that wouldn’t make her look completely insane. “What I’m trying to say is that the other side is starting to stick.”
The Amazon made her way over to the sofa. She stood over Karen, arms crossed. Even in plain clothes, Diana looked every inch a superheroine. Her long, black hair fell down her back, her shoulders, wavy and lustrous, framing her gorgeous face. The dark locks went well with her striking blue eyes. Eyes now fixed on Karen.
“Don told us that Roulette’s influence wasn’t permanent. That it would wear off eventually.” Diana spoke firmly. “He wouldn’t lie to us.”
“So why do I want to choke on his cock right now?” Once again, the words came rushing out. Karen didn’t know what was worse: the fact that she said it or the look of shock that cracked across Diana’s perfect face.
The Amazon was without words. Karen took in a deep, deep breath. Frayed nerves had the blonde rattled. The worry that nestled in the pit of her belly coiled and twisted. It came boiling over.
“Why do I get hot thinking about him holding me down? Pulling my hair? Spanking me? Why do I get butterflies at the idea of having his fucking kids?”
Now Diana looked to be feeling what Karen felt. The unease that fell over the Amazon’s chiseled features was all too familiar. Karen watched her shift on her feet, one hand coming up to rub at her temple.
“You had a thing with him before.” Diana offered after a silence. A weak attempt to explain it all away, Karen knew. “So did I. That spark never truly went away for me. Maybe… maybe whatever Roulette did to our minds simply amplified those feelings?”
“That explains wanting to ride him raw. It doesn’t explain why I feel a rush at the thought of getting bred.” Karen indeed felt that very rush right then, talking about it. She felt it dancing across her skin. Even in sweats, she felt so naked. She forced herself to look up at Diana, to look the woman right in the eye, to make sure she understood. “Those thoughts weren’t in my head before. That’s all new. And they’re starting to linger, Diana. Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”
Diana’s expression hardened as she began to pace again, slowly. The woman uncrossed her arms, letting her hands settle on her hips. She didn’t answer for some time.
“We just have to trust Don.” Diana finally said. She reached up, running her fingers through her silky, black locks. She swept it back from her face and her brilliant eyes. In them, Karen saw sincerity. And faith. It was almost calming. “This is like a sickness. We just need to let it run its course. Until it’s flushed out.”
Karen wanted to believe Diana. Yet, in the back of her mind… doubt.
“Yeah? How do you know we won’t take things too far while we’re playing house with Don? We’re only on week two. How do you know this round won’t end with one of us knocked up? Or both of us?”
Karen saw the muscles at Diana’s throat and jaw move and shift. The Amazon had gulped.
“We trust Don.” The woman repeated. “That's all we can do.”
So that was that. Just sit back and hope for the best.
It sounded ridiculous. It was ridiculous. Karen could punch clean through steel. She could bench press a semi-truck. A hundred semi-trucks. She could fly. She was damn near invincible! But for all that power, she couldn’t fight this. She could only sit and wait.
Power Girl and Wonder Woman… stuck in a house for their own safety… un-fucking-believable…
“You know…” Karen let her head fall against the backrest. She stared up at the living room ceiling. “For fake desires planted in our heads… they feel pretty real.”
Diana didn’t even answer her that time. What was there to say?
Then… the silence shattered. Broken by the ringing of the phone.
Karen jolted up in her seat. Diana froze in place. Both women stared at the phone sitting on the glass coffee table.
They knew exactly who was on the other end. And they knew what his call meant.
It was time. Time for their other sides to come out.
The phone rang. And rang. And rang.
It was Diana who worked up the nerve to answer it. Just like she had the last time. The Amazon pressed a button - putting the call on speaker.
“Hello, Don.” She spoke calmly. An effort at serenity.
“Diana. Nice to hear your voice.” Don’s own voice came grainy through the speaker. Yet it was still deep, masculine, sounding commanding, powerful. Karen shifted in her seat. “How are you? How’s Karen?”
“We’re waiting.” Diana told him - with the faintest sliver of annoyance. Or was it impatience? “The sooner you get here, the sooner we can get on with this.”
“I understand. Can you both hear me?”
“Loud and clear.” Karen answered. She was tense now. She knew she wouldn’t be in a moment. The worried superheroine would be gone. And in her place… a devoted housewife.
“Say it.” Diana urged. She closed her eyes. “We’re ready.”
Karen wasn’t, but she said nothing.
Don’s voice came strong, firm, gentle. Saying the words.
“Bosom. Beauty. Bakery.”
Karen let out a gasp. Her heart leaped in her chest, becoming light as a feather, fluttering, fluttering, fluttering up. For a moment the blonde felt weightless, like she was flying. Then… she was racing back down to Earth. Back into her body. Back to the delights she’d tried so hard to ignore.
Karen Starr opened her eyes a different woman. Content, not conflicted. Excited, not anxious. She felt warmth running through her veins again. Comfort. Purpose. Joy. Love.
Desire.
She couldn’t wait for her husband to get home. And it pleased her to no end, seeing those same feelings blossoming on Diana’s face, too.
The Amazon held the phone close to her full, soft lips.
“Hurry home, love. We need to make up for lost time.” She purred.
Karen rose from the sofa, moving in close. She shared a smile with Diana as she brought her own lips up to the phone. She wanted to make sure Don heard the rich promise in her voice.
“Don’t keep us waiting, darling. Tonight’s going to be a special night.”
They hung up, giggling excitedly. At the same time, they both noticed their outfits. Sweats and t-shirts. Karen made a noise of disgust. Lazy clothing for lazy women. Unacceptable attire for their household.
Karen shared a look with Diana, again pleased to see her fellow wife was thinking the same thing.
It was time to get dressed.
- - -
Don arrived at the safehouse a couple hours later.
Not nearly as fast as he’d liked, but he had responsibilities. He may not have been Justice League like Karen or Diana or their other hero friends, but that didn’t mean he never got involved in Earthly affairs. Sometimes honor compelled him to act.
It was late afternoon when he touched down at the steps of his front porch. There was a gentle breeze rustling the trees of upper-class suburbia. The two-story manor was one of his many properties and one that he hardly used. The place was nestled nicely in a quiet, gated community where most everybody kept to themselves. That’s what made it the perfect place to house his dear friends while they dealt with their condition. And perfect for a man like Don Blake.
Sure enough, there was nobody around to witness him landing. He straightened his outfit - heavy coat over slick business attire - as he marched up to the front door.
On the other side, a whole different world awaited him. Home to adversaries who could grind him down if he wasn’t careful. Don could never forget - he was outnumbered. He braced himself as he reached for the door handle. He had to be strong. He had to be indomitable.
Diana and Karen had put their faith in him.
He opened the door. Stepped inside. Crossed the threshold.
Immediately he was greeted with a sweet, sugary scent. Chocolate.
“Ladies?” He sounded his arrival, looking around the empty foyer. He closed the door behind him, locking it. Sealing this little world away from the outside. Don moved further into the main hall, the scent of baked goods growing stronger. “Diana, Karen, I’m home.”
Then he heard a familiar sound - the soft clicking of heels. They were coming from down the hall, drawing closer, closer, closer. Each footfall echoed his beating heart. Don knew what he was going to see, but the anticipation got his blood pumping all the same.
Two feminine figures drifted into view. Don was greeted with blue eyes, bright and beaming, and cherry red lips spread into full, dazzling smiles.
His “wives” came to him, visions of classic, wholesome beauty. They were garbed in dresses - but not quite the modest sort out of retro TV. No, these dresses may have been inspired by Americana of decades past, but they were fearless in accentuating the delights of a woman’s body.
Karen was in sleeveless white, a swing dress that clung to her ample figure, snug to her hips and especially to her bosom. Don could only imagine the strain of those three buttons fastened down from her v-neck collar. Around her waist, a belt set with a gleaming, golden buckle. Her beauty was proud, bold, inescapable.
Diana was beside her in royal blue. Her’s was a cocktail dress, rockabilly style with a flared, pleated skirt. Belted high on her waist with a band of deep red, it too was snug about her chest. Unlike Karen’s, Diana’s dress was a halter type, held up around her neck and offering a generous dip of cleavage. Pushed up as they were, her prominent breasts were made all the more enticing.
Both women had gotten their hair done - Karen sporting a neat bob, while Diana had turned her black mane into soft, sensual tresses, set with a headband that matched her belt. They were the vision of retro femininity, but still held onto the modern edge of showing skin. No dress in the world could hide away their bodacious figures. And nothing could keep Dan from seeing the naked desire in their eyes.
From there, they were upon him instantly. They took his coat, took his blazer after that, felt up his body as they did. Fawning over his chest, his arms, his muscled back.
“Welcome home, darling.” Diana purred, her hands squeezing at his shoulders as she pressed into him from behind.
Karen came in from the front, pushing herself - and her considerable bust - up into his chest. Her hands felt at him through his shirt.
“You’re tense.” She hummed, flicking her baby blue eyes up to meet his. “You must have been working so hard today.”
It was a two-prong attack. Don had to make an effort to keep his tone even, stoic as a man ought to be. Even so, he offered the girls a warm grin.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
He felt Diana’s lips press into the back of his neck, then again right under his ear. No doubt she was leaving her mark - cherry red lipstick smudged on his skin.
“Our conquering hero.” The Amazon housewife cooed. Her voice was sweet and light. He felt her hands drop from his back to slide around his waist. “Bringing home the big bucks.”
Before him, Karen gave a hum of agreement. She lifted up onto her toes, stealing kisses of her own. Pecks to his lips, his chin. Love sparkled in her eyes when she pulled away.
Don couldn’t stop the pang of guilt. It was the right move, putting them up here. The smart move. It was the only way to get them clean. They had to ride it out. Don still felt like a total sleaze. Especially because despite it all… he still craved the taste and feel of their lips, their hands, their bodies.
He let the girls drag him over to the lounge area. He didn’t resist or argue, not like last time. The way they’d pouted at him back then… the hurt in their eyes… he’d never been made to feel so cruel.
“Distracted, hon?” Karen asked him, now giving him a look.
“What do you mean?” Don tried to keep up the stoic mask. He was failing. Especially with how the blonde was hugging his arm to her chest. She raised a brow at him.
“No kiss?”
Her voice was innocent. Her eyes were not.
“Right.” Don forced a chuckle. “How could I forget?”
Karen snorted softly. She took him by his tie and pulled him down for a kiss. A smooch. She took her time, her other hand going to the back of his head. Her fingers curled in his hair.
“We forgive you.” She murmured against his lips when she broke the kiss.
Behind him, Diana blew air out her nose.
“After he makes it up to us, maybe.” She added, dryly.
The Amazon drew around to his front, regarding him with open want. She took his tie from Karen, but instead of pulling him down, she pushed up into him. Her presence was warm, bold, electric. Her kiss was even hungrier than Karen’s, almost taking Don’s breath away.
The circumstances might have been questionable, even twisted, but Don couldn’t help but enjoy the affection being showered onto him. This domestic fantasy had a special allure to his male spirit. A part of him - a dark part - loved it.
The two women - his two wives - sat him down. And they sat down with him. On him. Each took one thigh of this as their seat, draping themselves over him like arm candy. Proud, preening arm candy.
The less noble aspects of his immortal soul were greatly pleased. The rest was primal instinct - his hands settled on the small of their backs. He rubbed small circles there, settling right at the edge of their asses. The placement was daring, possessive. He had his own role to play, didn’t he? The husband. The Man.
Neither Karen or Diana seemed to mind.
“Just sit back, honey.” Karen spoke sweetly, running her fingers through his hair again. “Relax. Let us take care of you.”
Diana was touching him too, massaging his shoulders. Squeezing the tension away. How could he not enjoy that? The Amazon touched his face next, stroking his chin while her voice poured like honey.
“The home should be a place for comfort. For pleasure. Especially for the man of the house.”
Man of the House. There was just something about the way Diana said it. Or maybe the appeal was in the way she was draping herself over him. Touching him. Adoring him.
“And what a man he is.” Karen agreed boldly. She leaned down, pressing her lips to the side of his head. Those lips brushed against his ear next, her silky smooth voice fueling the warmth in his gut. “Taking care of the both of us. Protecting us. Keeping us safe and happy.”
It would have been all too easy for a normal man to get swept up by the adulation, the fantasy. But Don Blake was not a normal man.
He cleared his throat, focusing on the fact that this was for the best. Reminding himself that he was keeping the girls safe. Off the streets. Out of Roulette’s hands.
He was doing the right thing. Wasn’t he?
“That all sounds lovely, ladies. Really. But you don’t need to do all this for me-”
“We want to do it for you.” Karen insisted hotly. She squirmed closer, almost sitting on his groin now.
Diana was similarly heated. She’d ceased her massaging, drawing back to give Karen space… and to give Don a long, hard look. To his dismay, she looked disappointed.
“You sound like those bitter old hags on the TV. Why shouldn’t a wife make her husband happy?”
Don looked from Diana to Karen, suddenly very aware that he’d picked a losing fight.
“Well…” He started to explain. Thankfully, Karen was willing to show mercy. She waved him and Diana off.
“Let’s not bring up that sour talk. Don’s home. That’s all that matters.” Her eyes lit up like she remembered something. She bounced a little in his lap, letting out a little squeal. “Diana and I made cookies!”
Diana perked up then, hopping up off the sofa.
“Best batch yet.” She affirmed, brimming with excitement. “Double chocolate chip. Chewy, not crumbly. Just the way you like.”
So that’s what that smell was.
Don watched as Diana drifted off towards the kitchen - though his eyes were glued to the lovely shape of her backside. He watched how it swayed as she walked, watched how her pleated skirt swished and swashed with every step she took. Then she turned down the hall, slipping out of sight. Leaving Don with only Karen and her affection to tide him over.
His Amazon housewife returned a short time later. In her hands she held a large dinner plate stacked with cookies. The scent of baked sweetness was thick in the air now. Warm and cozy and comforting.
Diana set the plate down on the coffee table. Karen snuggled closer. Both women looked at him then, eager for his reaction. Don was of course pleasantly bemused - just like last time, when they’d made brownies.
Diana plucked a cookie from the top of the pile, settling onto the sofa beside Don. But when Don went to take the cookie, she yanked it back, shaking her finger in his face. On his other flank, Karen let out a cute snort. Diana’s lips - full and soft and cherry red - curled into a smirk.
She held the cookie up to Don’s mouth. Her intent was clear. She waited.
Don knew better than to argue. He took a bite. Sweetness graced his tongue, soft, warm, and chewy. Just like Diana said. He gulped it down.
“Good?” Diana leaned in. So did Karen. Their eyes were so big and blue, glittering.
Don plucked the rest of the cookie from Diana’s hand. Popped it into his mouth. He chewed and swallowed.
“Very good.” He said. “Excellent, actually. Best damn cookie I’ve ever had.”
The two heroine housewives beamed with pride. Karen in particular was hopping in his lap with delight. She snuggled up to him, her chest squished between herself and Don’s solid muscle. She traced a finger along the line of his jaw.
“You haven’t tasted nothing yet. Just wait until dinner. We’ve got something special planned for you.”
“You spoil me.”
“You deserve it, handsome.” Diana said, giving him a wink.
Don forced a smile - even if he was enjoying the royal treatment. He felt no better than any of the other men the girls might have served at the Mask & Cape. But that was the thing, wasn’t it? For all his power, all his discipline, Don was still a man.
“Let me help out this time. I feel like a jerk letting you two do all the work.” Don started to rise… but was immediately halted. Karen slipped off his lap, she and Diana both standing in his way.
“Oh no.” The blonde shook her head, planting a hand on his chest to push him back down. She wagged a finger in his face. “You work enough. You gave us this house, all our clothes, all our food, everything. You bring home the bacon. Diana and I cook the bacon. That’s how this works.”
“Besides, the kitchen is no place for a man.” Diana added. The irony of those words coming out of her mouth was not lost on Don - though he held his tongue. Diana crossed her arms, regarding her husband with prizing eyes. “Especially a working man.”
“A hard-working man. Mrowr.” Karen’s expression was similarly appreciative, if a little more open with her craving. She bent over, letting Don admire the way her bust drooped down under its weight. She kissed him, feeling up his shoulders as she did. Hers went on, her hunger demanding a good taste of him. Diana’s was even longer, insistent and needy when she took her turn. Don gave all he could - without giving in to his own hunger, of course.
Just as his girls fawned over him, Don fawned back. His hands came up, traveling up their thighs, roaming over the curve of their hips, taking bold handfuls of their backsides. He wanted to coil his arms around their waists, drag them down to the sofa with him. He would never let them leave. His blood and bones demanded their sweetness. But he restrained himself.
From the way they moaned, writhed against him, his touch was quite welcome. That wasn’t surprising. They had been waiting for him all day.
But just as Don was getting lost in the softness and heat of their bodies, Karen and Diana tore themselves away. They stood over him again, fixing their dresses and their tousled hair. Two sets of blue eyes looked down, shining. They knew they had him.
“You just sit tight, mister.” Diana told him, smirking. “Let us perform our wifely duties.”
“We’re gonna get dinner started. No peeking.” Karen warned.
All Don could do was nod. This fantasy may have been tailored for men… but the domain was under their rule.
“No peeking.” He agreed, holding up his hands. “I promise.”
Diana and Karen shared a pleased smile. Then off they went.
Don watched them go, watched the way their hips shook under their skirts, watched how the fabric stretched and fluttered about their bodies. He watched their bodies, their curves swept into alluring motion, side to side. Womanly figures so bold and proud and enticing. There were no others like them.
He had to remind himself once more that he was doing this for them. Because if it wasn’t him sitting there, it would have been some other man. A worse man.
And Don couldn’t stand the thought of Diana and Karen being so sweet and loving with someone else.
- - -
Dinner was coming along nicely.
Roast beef, cooked in homemade broth and a medley of carrots, celery, potatoes, all freshly chopped. It would be served with a helping of creamy mashed potatoes, rolls of baked bread made from scratch. A savory, filling meal for their dedicated, hard-working husband.
Every dish prepared with love - all while keeping their dresses spotless. If that wasn’t talent, Karen didn’t know what was.
As the kitchen filled with the appealing aroma of cooked meat, Karen’s heart became filled with joy. In her belly, excitement coiled, spinning and spinning and spinning.
“He’s getting me pregnant tonight.” Karen said aloud. She let out a sigh, leaning her butt against the kitchen counter.
Wistfully, Karen looked out into space, her mind racing with thoughts of comfort, family, domestic bliss. She imagined her belly full of child, imagined Don cradling her from behind, his big, strong hands setting protectively over the swell. It made her heart ache so sweetly, so wonderfully.
“You’re really going to push for it?” Diana set down the bowl of mashed potatoes, covering it with a lid. From the look in the Amazon’s eyes, Karen could tell she was supportive… but not completely sure.
“Why not? It just makes sense. It’s him. It has to be him.” Karen said willfully. Her voice became firm. “I’m not taking no for an answer. That man is going to be the father of my children.”
Karen watched Diana’s face, the way her blush faintly darkened. The same thoughts she had were racing through Diana’s mind now. And those thoughts were appealing.
“You have to get the Kryptonian population back up somehow.” Diana offered after a moment.
“Exactly.” Karen’s lips pulled into a wry smile. “I’m just being responsible. Thinking about the future of my people. And It’ll be good for us anyway.”
“Definitely. Starting a family would bring us closer together.”
A flash of giddiness shot through Karen, electric delight touching every nerve. Karen pushed off the counter, taking Diana’s hands.
“So you’ll help?”
It was Diana’s turn to smile. She looked towards the all out of the kitchen, towards where they knew Don was waiting for them.
“You saw the way he looked at us when he got home. We’ve already worn him down. Especially with those cookies. One taste of our dinner and he’ll say yes to anything. And if that fails, well… he won’t be able to resist the two of us together.”
Karen bit her lip. She couldn’t contain herself. The blonde bounced with joy, her heels clicking against the kitchen floor. She swept Diana into a deep hug, doing her best to keep her voice down.
“You’re the best!”
“We’re the best.” Diana corrected her. She gave Karen a kiss on the cheek. Then another on the lips. That one dragged on. Karen didn’t mind. She just wished Don was there to join them. But that would be for later. Diana’s voice was low then, full of desire. “And tonight… we’re going to make sure our wonderful, perfect husband remembers that for the rest of his life.”
