The Rise and Fall of The Queen of Hearts

Olivia felt his cock stiffen and harden and then it jerked in her throat. Her belly nearly filled with sperm after one wad. Her pussy suddenly trembled, cumming in her uniform. She'd orgasmed just from having him ejaculating in her mouth. She pulled her head back wanting to taste him again. The head was still spurting cum even as it exited her throat and entered her mouth. Almost immediately, her cheeks bulged out and his seed spurted out the sides of her mouth. She gulped it as rapidly as she could. "More where that came from," he groaned. "Look and see." Olivia suddenly found herself stroking an almost invisible cock. The sperm filled inside of his balls were visible, pumping his seed up and around his bladder before it entered his urethra running the length of his invisible cock. She watched his hot seed shooting through the tube like milk in a crazy straw forward into her mouth. His testicles were huge, but they were pumping more sperm then they possibly could have held. They miraculously never emptied. Another gift from the golden shower.

Olivia's belly felt like it couldn't hold another drop. She leaned backwards, his cock flying free of her mouth, shooting another wad of semen at her face. His entire black cock turned visible again and she bent it down, letting it spurt hot seed all over her bare breasts as she stroked the thick shaft. It didn't stop cumming until she released it.

Upstairs, the female reporter looked down at the Queen of Hearts rubbing Baron Samedi's cum all over her tits. The Queen even raised her hands to lick his sperm up. "Dayumn," whispered the reporter. "Not her fault," she told the cameraman. "No woman can resist the Baron."

"This woman can," said a voice behind the reporter.

The reporter turned to see the stunning big breasted red head stroll into the room. "Bettikinetic!"

Betty smiled. She took the cigar out of her mouth with one hand, wrapped her other hand around the reporter's back, pulling the reporter's body into Betty's and kissing her deeply. The attractive reporter felt the sizable bulge beneath Betty's shorts. Betty left the stunned reporter speechless and breathing heavily. "It's Black Cock Betty now. Call me," said Betty, a calling card rising from her pocket and floating over to the reporter who was blushing. "I'm my own man now, so to speak."

"New uniform?" asked the reporter checking out Black Cock Betty. As Bettikinetic, she was primarily known as the Queen's sidekick and always wore a cheerleader uniform. The top was like a sport's bra with a wild cat on it and it showed off her sexy belly, while the skirt was longer then a cheerleaders and she always wore biker shorts under it. The new uniform top was also like a sports bra. She had the profile of a black rooster displayed on her large bosom. Her pale freckled belly was still bared. She'd lost the cheerleader skirt and now wore just the biker shorts. The reporter gasped when she saw that the shorts prominently displayed the telltale bulge of what could only be a penis that might have rivaled the Baron's in size.

Betty didn't answer her. She strolled to the balcony and looked down. Olivia was still kneeling before the Baron, seemingly happily pinching both her hard cum soaked nipples. "She blow him this time?"

"Yes," answered the reporter. "Hey..umm... where'd the Baron's guards go?"

Betty pointed to the roof. The three members of the Imperial Guard that had been on the balcony level were slammed into the roof. Their machine guns out of their reach. Betty snapped her fingers and the guards fell back to the balcony with a crashing sound. Betty leaped over the balcony and slowly lowered herself to the ground.

The Imperial guard on the lower levels suddenly found their machine guns yanked out of their hands. The Baron whirled around as the guns flew up to him to hover several feet from him, their barrels all pointed at the black super villain. Their triggers pulled and every gun emptied their clips on full auto into the Baron.

Samedi closed his eyes, feeling the bullets strike his nearly impenetrable skin. The bullets couldn't pierce his skin, but they did sting. He opened his eyes when the clips emptied, smoke rising from the barrels. The bullets had riddled his clothes to the point they fell off. He looked up at Betty hovering above him, his skin fading out so that he appeared as a skeleton. "Get her," he ordered his guard. The guns flew back across the room to their previous owners, butt first this time, hitting ever guard in the head. The Baron's entire strike force slumped to the ground within seconds of each other. "I'll get you, bitch," growled the Baron. While he couldn't fly, he could leap nearly ten stories up. He braced himself to leap at Betty before she used her telekinesis on him.

"Not on my watch," said the Queen coming to her senses. She spun Samedi around and uppercut the Baron's skull. He flew up and under Betty landing and sliding several feet along the aisle between seats filled with Representatives.

The skeleton stood, rematerializing into the Baron. He turned to run just as a buxom brunette in a red bikini with a T on each cup over her large breasts entered the hall right in front of him. The T's on Tina's bikini cups had her jokingly and derisively called TT or Tittys because of the large C cups on the thin frame of the formerly flat chested cheerleader. She wore the bikini because she could easily slip out of it when she shrunk without getting trapped in her own clothes. That was precisely what she did when she found herself running full on into the Baron's fist. She shrank fast, her nose just missing the Baron's knuckles, slipping out of her bikini, the Baron's huge floppy cock smacking her in the face as the now foot tall woman ran under his legs. "Wow!' she said, shaking her head in awe. Now that was one big cock.

Samedi found himself flat on his face when his punch didn't connect. He pulled himself up and raced for the exit. With some luck, he could just leap over the police blockade and escape without needing to come up with some elaborate escape plan to get him out of jail again. The Baron ran on through the exit towards the police barricade, preparing to leap, only noticing at the last minute two bare feminine feet on either side of him. Feet the size of buses! He looked up at the bare labia nearly 100 ft above him and pulled back before he jumped right into the giant pussy. "Fuck!" he growled in frustration.

Brobdinagia reached down and picked up the little man between her legs. She was, like Tiny Tina, another superhero with the misfortune of not having any clothes to wear when she used her powers. The giantess picked up the little man and looked at him. "Now that's a big cock," she said, appreciatively.

Inside the House, Betty slowly lowered herself to the ground before The Queen of Hearts. "Olive," she said, nodding.

"Betty," said the Queen, watching Betty's eyes stare at her sperm covered breasts as she pulled her uniform back up and over them. "Thank you." Olivia approached her former sidekick and best friend. She reached out and took the cigar from Betty's mouth. "There's no smoking in here," she said.

Betty smirked. "Better get back to the Hall and clean up before the press sees how messy you are."

"Right," said the Queen.

Black Cock Betty reached up and touched her ear as a message came through her receiver. "They got him. The Baron's in custody."

The Queen of Hearts turned to face the podium. "Mr. Speaker and members of the House of Representatives, Baron Samedi is in custody. You are all safe."

Every congressman sprang to his or her feet, applauding the Queen as she sped past them down the aisle. They turned their bodies to follow her movement. An uproar was heard outside as the Queen exited the building. Shouts and applause so loud they were heard inside by all the representatives came from outside.

Betty shook her head as Tina walked up. The Sensational Shrinking Woman was normal sized again, nude and holding her bikini. Tina bent down to pull the panties up her long lean legs. "Seriously! You saved them," said Tina.

"I know, I'm used to it," answered Betty, staring appreciatively at Tina's buxom lithe body.

"Help me with my top?" asked Tina, lifting her curly brown hair up above her neck.

Instead of tying the bikini string, Betty reached around Tina's back and squeezed her breasts, kissing her neck as she pinched her nipples.

"BETTY!" said a shocked Tina, shrinking three feet to escape the grabby hands. She grew normal again, pulling the panties back up as she grew. "What's gotten in to you?"

"Nothing! Sorry just kidding around," apologized Betty. "Let me get the string for you." This time she tied the string around the back of Tina's neck. She smacked Tina on her rounded ass when she finished.

Tina jumped forwards and turned towards her old friend. Her eyes widened and she gasped at the sight that greeted her eyes. The telltale bulge under Betty's shorts had swollen and grown, struggling to rise and escape the tight confines of her shorts. "What the...?" stuttered a confused Tina.

IT'S A TRAP

"Tell me you don't want this penis," repeated the Baron.

"To be quite honest, I'm over you," said the Queen. Her lips curled up in a smirk. "Now are you going to surrender peacefully or do we fight?"

Samedi's brow furrowed. "Perhaps, it's time to show you something, mon cherie." He slipped backwards into the room.

"I know your game, Baron," said The Queen following him into the room. It was an executive office and the couch apparently folded out into a bed. The Baron had already opened the bed. He walked over to sit down on it, pulling off his tee shirt as he did so.

"You think that the stink your cock gives off will be stronger in this tiny room. No doubt you're surprised that I'm not kneeling between your legs right now."

"Oui my Queen, I'm quite surprised actually."

The Queen of Hearts tilted her head back, displaying her nose plugs. "I slipped them in the second I detected your pheromones."

"Well played," said Samedi, smiling and softly clapping his hands. "But I strongly suggest that you remove them, Olivia Queen Hart."

The Queen of Hearts was preparing to leap into battle to subdue the man. The use of her secret identity hit her in the face like a ton of bricks. She froze in horror at the implications. "How did... what did you call me?"

"No more games, my love," said the Baron. "Did you see my associate over there?" He held his hand out to point at the executive's desk.

Olivia's eyes had been on the Baron. She hadn't noticed the albino sitting behind the desk. The dreadlocked white skinned Jamaican rose and bowed. "Simon Selassie! You two are working together?"

"It's pronounced See-mon, mon," he replied in a pronounced accent, "Or Emperor Selassie if you prefer."

"I didn't think you ever left Jamaica?" Shortly after the golden shower, a dense fog had enveloped the island. The fog was impenetrable to radar or satellite imagery. One U.S. coastguard vessel had penetrated the fog, quickly turning around and coming out, the crew completely stoned out of their minds. The dense fog was pure marijuana smoke! Soon thereafter, speedboats filled with the new super hybrid marijuana began emerging from the fog bank, heading for Hispaniola where Samedi's men took over transporting it to the American East coast. The drug was so addictive and powerful, that the U.S. responded by blockading both island nations. Olivia had flown through the smoke on a scouting expedition for the DEA once, holding her breath. Other then field after field of marijuana, there had been little unusual about the island.

"Trust me, mon. I was quite happy on my little island." There was an open laptop on the desk. Selassie turned it around to face her. The screen was blank. "But your illegal blockade is hurting my people. All we have are a few crops and fish to feed my entire island. My people are starving."

"You rule a nation of pot smokers," she replied, tartly. "They're always hungry."

Simon just smiled. "Spare me the lecture. Da ganja is part of our religion, mon. We're not going to quit growing it or selling it either for that matter." Simon paused and grinned at her. "Now I suggest we get down to business." He pressed a key on the laptop and an image appeared. The image showed the outline of a house through an infrared lens. A red figure was downstairs watching television. Another smaller red figure was sleeping upstairs in a bed. "Look familiar, mon?"

The Queen of Hearts felt her stomach tighten. "Yes," she replied, softly.

The Baron stood off the couch bed. He touched a communication device in his ear. "Frapper position de force par," he said. "A strike team of imperial guard is prepared to storm the house, Olivia. Now you're fast, but are you fast enough to reach them in time? Do as I say and Joe Hart can go right on watching his live news coverage of the hostage drama at the Miami Federal Reserve building."

"Hey, dats dis building, mon," chimed in Selassie feigning surprise.

"I'll kill you for this, Baron," growled The Queen of Hearts.

"Se déplacer dans le bâtiment," said the Baron, nodding towards the live feed on the laptop.

Olivia turned to look at the screen. The camera was bobbing, approaching her home, her husband, and her sleeping daughter. Glowing red figures with guns appeared on the screen all moving towards her home. "WAIT!"

"Démissionner," ordered the Baron and the camera began retreating from her house.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, through gritted teeth. Olivia was cursing herself for leaving the Hall of Righteousness. Members all carried ear communicator's like the Baron's and she would have been able to contact Betty and the other heroes if she still had hers. Betty's telekinetic powers could have sent the Baron's strike team hurling up into space.

"Simple," replied the Baron. "Une, remove those damn nose plugs."

"And two, drink dis, mon," added Selassie, placing a bottle of water on the desk. It was the same water that she'd seen empty bottles of out in the foyer where the orgy was still going on. Simon Seltzer Water.

"If I do this, you won't harm my family?" she asked, reaching up and pulling the nose plugs out. "Aaahh!!" she squealed, her pussy spasming as the stench from Samedi's still hard cock hit her. She pictured herself kneeling before him, he was slapping his cock across her cheeks and her head was following it trying to capture the head in her mouth so she could suck him off.

"You have my word on it," replied the Baron watching the Queen's long nipples harden under her uniform. "Little Emma needs her bed rest after all."

"You're a monster," she gasped, staring lustfully at his cock. Maybe they were finally going to fuck? She shuddered as her pussy started dripping with desire. No, she could resist him. "Threatening a little girl is low even for you, Baron."

"Amazing, mon," said Selassie to the Baron while he stared at the obviously aroused woman. The Baron's effect on women was truly amazing. He picked up the bottle of water and tossed it to the Queen.

Olivia snatched it effortlessly out of the air. "What's in this? I'm immune to poison."

"Just drink it," said Simon.

The Queen of Hearts, used her telescoping vision to zoom in on the water. At first, she saw nothing unusual about the water. It was pretty pure, with only a few microscopic life forms swimming around. She'd learned not to examine her food too closely long ago as when she did, she quickly lost her appetite. It was hard to focus on just the water in the bottle and then she saw it. A microscopic tadpole wiggled in her view. "What the hell?" It didn't look like any microscopic life she'd ever seen before. There were a couple more in the water too.

"Drink up, lay-dee, or Samedi will order the attack."

Olivia looked at the laptop and the IR image of her family on the screen, then over to Samedi's cock, she looked at Selassie, the bottle in her hand as she unscrewed the lid, then back to Samedi's cock. She brought the bottle up to her lips and chugged the water.

"There I did it. Now call your men off Baron."

The Baron brought his finger up to his ear mike. "Withdrawl et retour à la base," he told his men.

Olivia didn't speak French, but it sure sounded like he was calling his men off. The screen on the laptop went dark as the cameraman turned off the link. The Queen of Hearts sprang into action. The entire room shuddered as her speed approached the sound barrier. Her fist hit the Baron hard in the stomach right above that big beautiful cock of his. Samedi was caught off guard as he doubled over, going transparent down to his skeleton. Olivia looked down at her nemesis. She could see the ear microphone seemingly floating in the air next to his skull. She reached for it with two fingers and plucked it out of his ear. She crushed the mike between her thumb and forefinger. Still at superspeed, the Queen of Hearts, raced back to grab the nose plugs off the ground and replaced them, blocking off the Baron's cock stench.

"I swear on the lives of everyone on Hispaniola, that that will be the last time you punch me, bitch," growled the Baron, slowly straightening back up, but clutching his stomach.

"Don't be so sure about that, Samedi," she replied with a grin. The Queen of Hearts pulled her arm back, red gloved fist clenched and aimed at his flat nose. She was about to pound that nose to a pulp when she suddenly had a strong urge to itch her head. Olivia blinked and stumbled backwards. Olivia scratched her blonde hair. She saw several floaters appear in her eyes. Only instead of a dot flying across her vision, these were dots with wiggling tails. She blinked and they were gone. Her head still itched, but the itch was deep in her skull, like something was biting her brain. "What did you do to me?"

Simon Selassie, Emperor of Jamaica, walked towards her. He leaned forward and stared her in the face.

"Semen sez, relax," he told her.

Olivia sighed as all the tension, stress and worry about her family drained from her mind. She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

SEMEN SEZ

Simon Selassie stared at his skin. No one else had all the pigment suddenly slide off their body in the weird rain. He looked at the other boat. It was sinking as was his. The water between the two boats was covered in floating marijuana. The rain had melted the bags, leaving clumps of his precious ganja floating. Had Samuel Idi betrayed him? Was he trying to keep both the money and the pot? Jesus, there was money in the water too, but the rain had ripped it to shreds. "Idi, what is going on?"

Samuel Idi was climbing up the side of his boat as it sank. He was nude, the rain had shredded his clothes like it had all of them. "I don't know," yelled Sam back. He climbed to the top and turned to face Simon.

Simon's eyes opened wide in shock. "Now dat is one big cock, mon?"

The Haitian drug dealer had just been thinking the same thing about Selassie's penis. He looked down at his own penis and was surprised to see that if anything it was even bigger then the Jamaican's and his was black and beautiful unlike Simon's now colorless cock. At least today wasn't a total bust. He reached down to touch his big black cock and was horrified to see skeletal hands reaching for it. Then his cock faded away. Sam looked up and screamed.

Simon looked at the nightmarish horror on the other boat. "Kill dat ting, mon," he ordered one of his men.

His man picked up a machine gun, but it fell apart in his hands as the rain had weakened the metal. He looked at Simon and shrugged, just as a bolt of lightning hit him from behind. Simon watched in horror as one of his enforcers skin turned black and the smell of burning flesh hit him. The man crumbled to the ground. The sinking trawler shuddered as it came to rest on a reef. Simon Selassie fell to his knees and looked up at the sun as he prayed. God answered him by sending an angel. The most stunning blonde woman as naked as he was flew over him, heading towards the island. She locked eyes with the living skeleton that had been Sam Idi and the angelic vision flew on.