The Rise and Fall of The Queen of Hearts

Enough was enough. It was time to wake up from this crazy dream. Olivia looked up at the sky. The fireball had receded and the rain had stopped. She looked up into the sky and willed herself to her feet. She sprang up and she kept going.

Olivia Queen's bikini fell off her, weakened by the acidic rain and the accelerated speed as she soared up into the sky. She looked down in amazement at the receding island and then out as the Earth began to curve. Soon it was dark and the stars came out. She willed herself to stop flying and hovered there in space looking down at the round sphere of the earth. Something was flying directly towards her. Instinctively red beams of light shot from her eyes towards the object before she aimed them away at the last minute. She flew out of the way as the international space station flew past her. She waved at the Russian Cosmonaut staring at her through the window. He held his hand up, but didn't wave. His mouth agape. No doubt he wasn't used to seeing a nude buxom blue eyed blonde cheerleader hovering outside his window.

Olivia looked down at her body. Her breasts had quit growing at DD and her nipples had lengthened and thickened. Her rear felt thicker too. The rest of her body had tightened up. She'd always been trim and lithe, but now she was fitter with some muscles. She gasped for air, but nothing came. She couldn't breathe!

Olivia looked down at the Earth and began her descent. She breathed a sigh of relief when the oxygen returned. Apparently, she still needed air, but could hold her breath a long time. She spotted the Caribbean and made a beeline for the Bahamas. Her vision had improved greatly. She didn't know which island was hers, but her eyes zoomed in on each, checking them out until she found the cruise ship. And it was sinking!

Olivia pulled up as she neared the water and aimed herself towards the island. She came up on two boats pretty fast, letting her vision zoom in on them. One was an expensive fancy speedboat and the other a older fishing trawler. The trawler had sunk and stuck on a reef. The speedboat was leaning heavily to the side. More then a dozen black men and a few women scrambled over the boats. The scene was pure chaos. An albino with dreadlocks was on his knees on the trawler, head down as if in prayer. Another climbing up the side of the speedboat was shooting lightning bolts from his hands, seemingly uncontrollably and others were ducking his lightning. Standing on the apex of the sinking speedboat was a nightmarish vision from hell, an animated skeleton. The dark eye holes in the skull stared at her as she approached and flew over them. Their gazes met and that was her first sight of The Baron. His gaze followed her retreating body as she sped on to the island.

The trawler was from Jamaica. It had been carrying trash bags of marijuana to give to the speedboat which was operated by a Haitian drug gang. Simon (pronounced See-mon) Selassie had just had every bit of pigment stripped from his body during the golden shower. He would return to Jamaica and quickly get voted in as President for Life with 93% of the vote. He kept mostly quiet and stayed in Jamaica, but someone in his crew apparently gained the ability to genetically manipulate plants. Soon a powerfully hallucinogenic and highly addictive type of marijuana was being delivered to Haiti and making it's way into the United States.

The Haitians were different. They named themselves after voodoo gods and quickly took Haiti and the Dominican Republic after that. The lightening thrower was Shango, the Baron's enforcer. Another could apparently turn ordinary men into the Baron's muscular super soldiers. Samedi himself was nearly as strong and tough as the Queen of Hearts would turn out to be, though he couldn't fly. He could make his entire body fade to invisibility with the exception of his skeleton. He usually appeared as a normal man, but was fond of letting his head appear as a living skull.

Olivia brought herself up and hovered above the once beautiful Caribbean paradise that now looked like a war zone. Most of the trees were down. The cruise ship had sunk and come to rest with it's upper decks still above water and mostly intact, though it was riddled with holes weakening the structure. Everywhere were naked people, mostly girls. All had large breasts and great bodies. The male islanders she saw all had big banana cocks swinging between their legs. Most looked frightened. One of the cute lizards, now the size of a horse, pounced on a girl and found itself launched into the air as the girl threw it. Nearby snow swirled around a cheerleader, her skin had a bluish tint to it and her hair had gone white. Another lizard attacked her, but found itself riddled with icicles shot from the woman's fingers. Frostbite, the woman who could only feel warm when sucking the heat and life from her male victims during sexual intercourse. Six years from now the Queen of Hearts would stop Frostbite from bringing about a new ice age.

One poor, tanned skin girl's breasts had grown enormous, GG cups at least. She looked horrified at them, trying to hide the monstrosities, but her small hands could barely even hide the nipples which were constantly dripping milk. Olivia watched her stumble over to a male crewman from the ship. He was bleeding in multiple places and one leg was twisted at an ugly angle. The woman fell to her knees beside the man who was pleading for help. She looked down sadly at him, unable to do anything but comfort him. Then her breast milk dripped into his open mouth. His eyes went wide with shock and he leaned up quickly clamping a mouth over her swollen nipples, sucking away before she pulled back in shock at what he had done. She was even more shocked as he healed before her eyes. She looked down at him, then up at heaven for answers, looking even more shocked when she saw Olivia hovering there.

Olivia never knew her real name. She was an immigrant from Egypt and a Muslim. She wasn't a fundamentalist or religious extremist in any way and had been wearing a fairly skimp bikini. Her breasts never emptied of milk and healed any wound or illness. Her milk couldn't be bottled, but had to be directly sucked from the nipple to work. At first, she had trouble accepting that she had to expose her breasts, but came to see her ability as a gift from Allah. She would be teasingly called Cow after all the milk dripping from her udders, but took the name Hathor after the Egyptian cow goddess. Hathor would become the greatest woman Olivia ever knew. A woman of pure kindness and compassion traveling the world and healing the sick. Nine years after the Golden shower, she would be assassinated by Islamic terrorists as an abomination to god. The Queen of Hearts struggled through her grief while giving the eulogy at her funeral.

Olivia flew on over many strange sights, a girl with parrot wings, a fifty foot woman, a woman with a shark fin on her back and webbed feet and many many more, hundreds more. She aimed herself for the cruise ship desperate to find her best friend. The deck was so riddled with holes, the structure had become weak and collapsed. Most of the passengers and crew on the ship had just opted to jump in the water and swim for shore. Here and there bodies floated in the water or were impaled on jagged steel from the collapsing ship. Olivia flew around the ship searching for Betty, her eyes zooming in on the swimmers, but few had the flame red hair of her best friend. Finally, just as Olivia was passing a collapsed doorway, Betty stumbled through. Like everyone she was naked. Her pale freckled breasts had grown to DD's, her pink nipples swollen and enlarged. The poor girl looked in shock. Blood was splattered on her face and chest. She looked up at Olivia flying down to her, barely appearing to comprehend what was happening. "Betty! Thank god," cried Olivia gently landing on the weak deck in front of her friend. She ran up to hug her, but something hard poked her right in her blonde pubes a foot away from her friend. Olivia stepped back and both she and Betty looked down at the foot long black African penis sticking straight out from where Betty's cute little trimmed red pubes used to be.

Black Cock Betty wasn't the only she male to come out of the golden shower. There were ten couples engaged in sexual intercourse when the shower hit. As soon as the golden fluid hit the man, he ejaculated and dissolved, the woman found her clit growing into one of the large penises that all males present under the meteor explosion grew. Betty was the only white woman to grow a black penis. The others were all white couples with the exception of a black female crewman that snuck off the ship to meet her Bahamian lover and grew his black penis. All of the she males were traumatized by the event. Two would go on to commit suicide and one, Mad Maxine, a chemist that had been making love to her husband on their thirtieth wedding anniversary, would go insane and work on a bioengineering a disease that would kill off the entire male population so that everyone would know her pain. Maxine was defeated by Twisted Sista, the black cheerleader that could generate tornados along with Ignition, the cheerleader that could control fire and wore a bikini made of fire as her flames always burnt all her clothes off. Ignition burnt off the virus and Maxine along with it.

"He's dead. He's dead," mumbled Betty. "What's happening? Is this a dream? What's happening?"

"More like a nightmare," replied Olivia.

"He's dead. Jesus, I have a penis! Don't let the others see me like this. Please Olive?"

Olivia frowned. She didn't know if she could pull it off, but she felt strong, like she could take on the world. She stepped closer to Betty and with no effort lifted her best friend in her arms. Olivia looked up into the sky and took off. She was worried that high speed might hurt Betty, so the future Queen of Heart took it slow. Betty buried her head in Olivia's shoulder and sobbed. Olivia tried not to look down at the giant black cock, now soft, but huge and plump laying across Betty's pale freckled belly. It was hard not to stare at it.

After dropping Betty off at home in Washington, Olivia traversed the entire continent in ten minutes flat returning to the island and taking more of her fellow Wildcats home. The Coast Guard had arrived and upon seeing the chaotic madness on the island was demanding that everyone remain under quarantine until they knew what was going on. Olivia ignored them, taking most of her friends home.

HERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAY

The Queen of Hearts flew in hard and fast towards the federal reserve building in Miami. It was dark, an hour before midnight and no one saw her fly in. Her telescoping eyesight took in the two guards on the roof, zooming in on them. She could make out the telltale bulges underneath their pants and their big muscles, definitely the Baron's men. One of the Loa, La Sirene, could turn any man into a fit over muscled soldier for the Baron with a penis as large as any male that had gotten showered on by having sex with them. They were madly in love with and fanatically loyal to her and since she served Baron Samedi, they became his imperial guard as she slept her way through Hispaniola creating an army to serve her master.

They were no match for the Queen.

Olivia flew in so fast, they didn't even know she was there until their heads were slamming against each others and they collapsed to the roof. The Queen landed on her feet just outside the door to the stairwell. She raised her foot to kick in the door and then paused, reaching out to test the knob. No sense causing unnecessary damage and it was unlocked. Very well, might be best to sneak in anyway.

The building was fifteen stories tall. The stairs descended the whole length of the reserve. They went down in a square, with landings and a door on each floor. The center of the square was open and went straight down. The Queen hopped the railing and dropped the fifteen stories, landing on her feet. She crept to the nearest door and exited into a hallway on the first floor. Her hearing detected noises all over the floor. Mostly moans and soft cries of pleasure. The Queen frowned. There were noises in the office right next to her. She checked the knob and opened the door.

A black man lay on the floor. His pants were down around his knees. They were dark and had a yellow stripe down the side. His shirt was open showing off a nice well defined chest of a man that kept himself in good shape. Olivia could make out a badge on his shirt. He was a guard. "You'll never break into the vault," he said defiantly, but he looked nervous. Standing over him was a nude black woman and what a woman she was. She was absolutely stunning. She had dark black skin, African black, but her hair was straight with no kink. Her ass was a perfect round globe with two fit toned legs underneath, a sexy flat belly and perfect DD breasts. Her brown nipples were swollen and pointy. The perfect body only a showered could have. One of the Loa. La Sirene! Something big was up to get one of the Baron's concubines to leave Hispaniola.

"I don't want the gold, mon cherie. I want this lovely brown cock of yours,"" she said, straddling him and stooping, reaching down to caress his stiffening cock. She lowered her pussy down over it. "Feel how hot and wet I am for you," she moaned as his cock penetrated her to the hilt. "I feel you expanding to fill my pussy," she moaned. She threw her head back, breathing heavily as she worked her pussy around the root of his cock. "See how big and hard you are for me, cherie," she whispered, raising herself off him. His cock slowly appeared, thicker and bigger then it had been. It kept coming and coming until the fat golf ball sized head plopped out of La Sirene's pussy.

"What the...?" gasped the stunned guard.

"Nice isn't it," she whispered, pulling his foot long cock back up and guiding it back to her pussy. "This is where it belongs. Such a nice big cock for me."

The guard looked amazed at the sight of his huge dark cock disappearing into the hottest pussy it had ever felt. He wasn't even aware that his already fit chest was hardening, muscles growing, becoming more defined as the lovely woman raised and lowered herself over his cock. Then the pleasure was over as a red gloved fist uppercut the jaw of the black woman sending her flying up off his cock. She struck the wall and slumped down to the ground, her legs spread open.

The Queen had to pull her punch less she send La Sirene's head flying up to the roof. "Probably should have interrogated her before knocking her out." She winked at the guard.

"The Queen of Hearts!" said the guard in amazement. He rose to his feet, his cock still sticking straight out, an unbendable iron rod. Magnificent in it's size and hardness. Olivia tried not to look down at it.

"How many hostages?" Olivia reached out for the man's open shirt. She checked his nametag. "Eddie."

"There's about twenty left," gasped Eddie. They released most of the men. The twenty remaining are mostly young female receptionists."

The Queen glanced over at La Sirene. The Queen had only ever seen her in pictures and propaganda coming out of Hispaniola. She rarely left her palace in Haiti and then usually only when accompanied by the Baron. "Is he here?"

"You mean Samedi? Yeah, he's here," said Eddie gulping. "He's very..."

"Impressive! Yes, I know." Olivia shivered. The memory was fresh in her mind of her kneeling before the Baron, jerking off that perfect cock of his until he came all over her uniform. The second time had been worse, sucking his cock down her throat like a cheap whore until he filled her belly with his delicious sperm. Her belly growled at the memory and she took a quick glance down at Eddie's newly endowed penis. She had nearly gone mad with lust for Samdi's cock, but luckily had found an antidote. "How many guards?"

"Fifteen that I've seen, Queen. Do you need help stopping them?"

"Thanks Eddie, but I got this. Get dressed and run out the back door. I'll take the guards out as I pass. Tell the police to storm the building as soon as the hostages run out."

"Got it," he said, looking down at his hugely erect penis. The sight of the beautiful Queen of Hearts wouldn't make it go down any faster. "Will... will my penis stay like this?"

"No. I believe you have to ejaculate inside La Sirene to set it. Luckily, you should return to normal in a few days."

"I see," he mumbled, looking down at his big penis.

"Now get moving and stay safe," she said, winking at him. The Queen of Hearts made her way to the door and slipped quietly through it.

Behind her Eddie was kneeling between La Sirene's legs, lining his hard cock up with her pussy.

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The Queen continued down the main hall nearing the vault. She peaked into a window looking into the vault room. The giant vault was closed. There were two of the Baron's guards standing at attention before it. Her first thought was to break through the door and take the guards out with two punches before they could alarm any others. Instead, she tried the door to the room. The guards noticed her almost immediately, but instead of shooting, they lowered their weapons and put their hands behind their heads. "Smart move," she told them, walking up.

"We were instructed not to resist if you showed up," said one.

"Smart move. Who instructed you?"

"Our Baron, Samedi, ruler of Hispaniola," they answered in unison.

"The Baron is here?"

"We have the great honor of being accompanied by our Baron, Samedi, ruler of Hispaniola on this glorious mission," answered one.

"His glory is our glory. All hail Samedi," said the other.

"All hail Samedi," agreed the first.

"And what is the mission?" The Queen rolled her eyes at their fanaticism.

"The illegal blockade by the criminal country known as the United States has bankrupted the great nation of Hispaniola. We have come for the gold to take as retribution for the crimes against Hispaniola perpetrated by the United States."

"And how do you propose to steal the gold?" she asked. "I see no one trying to crack the safe. I see no fantastic drilling machines or super lasers. The longer this standoff goes on, the more superheroes will be showing up on the scene."

"Our Baron, Samedi, ruler of Hispaniola has a plan."

"His genius knows no bounds. All hail Samedi"

"All hail Samedi."

CLUNK! Olivia slammed their heads together and the two drones collapsed to the floor. "I was bored of that conversation anyway," she muttered.

Olivia turned her attention to the main foyer and office area. The moans and groans of sex were coming loudest from that area. No doubt, the Baron had used his masculine sex appeal to get one of the receptionists to service him. The problem was, that it sounded like a full blown orgy. Curious, Olivia crept towards the closest door and opened it, peering through the crack. A full blown orgy was going dead on.

The twenty female hostages were all naked and engaged in various sex acts with the Baron's men. Right in front of her eyes was an oriental woman with the typical thin Chinese body on her knees sucking one twelve inch black cock while getting a second shoved into her pussy from behind. The other women were all fucking and sucking the Baron's men, seemingly willingly and definitely enjoying themselves. They were mostly white woman in their twenties with about 3 black women and a few decent looking older women. He'd kept the young attractive women to service his troops. His imperial guard were mostly naked too, though many had kept their skull emblazoned black ski masks on. Several were guarding the barricaded front doors, but even those had their pants dropped and hostages sucking their cocks for them. They were having sex in all manner of positions, doggy was common with plenty of women riding big black cocks, a few with a cock in their pussy and one in their ass, one pair was doing a 69 off to the side, and behind them, two women were kneeling, sharing a cock between them. At an given moment at least four of the women were crying out in orgasm. Olivia knew how great a foot long cock felt and for a moment, she envied them their pleasure.