"Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep going! Harder! D-Don't STOP!"
Tomorrow, a wedding was to take place. A wedding between Garfield and Perdita, a King and a Queen. They would be bound together in love and holy matrimony, and Vlatava would be bound to the United Bialyan Front by political marriage. But… that was tomorrow. Today, in the here and now, Garfield was quite busy screwing his soon-to-be Queen.
They should have been resting up, they should have been getting ready for their big day, but both were far too randy and far too in love to be willing to step away for even a moment. As Perdita rides him hard, she begs him to keep going, begs him to fuck her harder and faster. Garfield grins and does as he's bid, leaning up to kiss his bride-to-be even as he thrusts up into her from below with his big fat green cock.
He and his four other Queens had had ceremonies back in Bialya, but they were simple affairs compared to this one. But then, Perdita was already a Queen in her own right of her own country, so of course things were going to be a bit more. Still, it was all a tad ridiculous. None of Garfield's previous wedding ceremonies had had the grandeur and attention focused upon them that this one had.
The news crews were already in Vlatava, and tomorrow Garfield and Perdita's wedding would be broadcast to both the country and much of the world. It would, in truth, be Garfield's first real Royal Wedding. But he didn't truly have to worry about that right now. Right now, he was just focused on screwing his beloved bride-to-be. With a loud grunt, Garfield thrusts up into her from below, filling her with his seed.
Immediately after doing so, he flips them both over. Perdita ultimately ends up on her front, the blonde gasping as Garfield wraps her hair around his fist and thrusts his well-lubricated cock up into her ass. The young Queen cries out in ecstasy, loving the anal pounding she's suddenly receiving, begging for more at the top of her lungs. Though even her squeals and screams can't quite drown out the noises coming from the next room over.
There, just one room away, Garfield's son Hippolytus, Envoy of Themyscira, fucks his half-sister, Diana. The self-styled Wonder Woman cries out as he pounds into her, the first male Amazonian groaning and thrusting his fat cock up into his beautiful older sibling to his heart's content.
"P-Please, no more!"
But Diana's cry goes unanswered. Besides, they all know she's loving it, as much as she hates every second of loving it. Garfield had brought Diana along to Vlatava for exactly this purpose. He'd brought Shiva along as security, and Zatanna along as one of his previous Queens to make the wedding more official, but Diana… Wonder Woman would not be returning to Bialya after all was said and done.
From now on, either for the rest of her days or until Garfield decided she might be useful elsewhere, Diana would be Hippolytus' wife. The beautiful buxom heroine had begged for that not to happen, had pleaded brokenly for hours, but she had no power left to resist his decision. Once again, she'd begged to become a broken woman, but M'gann refused to allow it, his Martian Queen still blaming Diana as one of the leading members of the League for what had happened to all of them.
Instead, Wonder Woman, enslaved and turned into nothing more than an instrument for sexual gratification, would suffer under Hippolytus' command. With the young male Amazonian ruling both her and her people from here on out, she would never be free again. And that wasn't the worst of it either. Hippolytus had ideas; ideas that made even Garfield raise an eyebrow.
Based on Diana's… semi-divine existence, Hippolytus wondered what he might be able to breed his half-sister with. Demons… animals… the possibilities were endless.
Regardless, that was what was taking place in the room right next to theirs as Garfield fucked Perdita in her ass. It was good background noise, Wonder Woman's cries of ecstasy, even as they all knew she was screaming in terror internally. Grinning wickedly, Garfield leans forward and nuzzles Perdita's hair, before whispering in her ear as he fucks her.
"Wonder how cute our kid will be my bride-to-be~"
Moaning, Perdita giggles and wiggles back at him, bumping her hips back into his thrusting cock, participating to the best of her ability.
"We'll find out later… for now, I just want you to fill my ass~"
Well, with a request like that, how was Garfield to say no? Grunting, he goes even harder, and soon enough he's unloading inside of her bowels. Perdita squeals happily, her back arching as she orgasms explosively from the anal creampie. They both remain frozen for a moment, before ultimately collapsing into one another's arms, Garfield holding Perdita close as they cuddle for a moment.
But only a moment. The blonde minx of a Queen soon has her hand down between them, her fingers wrapping around Garfield's shaft as she begins to stroke it amorously. And much to her delight, this is also the moment when Zatanna enters the room licking her lips. Looking over at her, Perdita beams and beckons her with her free hand.
"Join us, sister! The more the merrier!"
Garfield just smiles, as does Zatanna. Perdita was quick to adopt his Queens as her sister-wives, and his Queens were all too happy to do the same with her and Tara. As the threesome begins, both he and Perdita are actually sparing a thought for the other monarch. It was too bad that Tara couldn't make it, but she was busy dealing with things in Markovia. Soon enough though, soon enough.
Of course, if they had any idea what was about to happen over the next few days, they might not have been so… cavalier about things. If they had any idea that the events of the next few days would be the start of the time period that ultimately pushed the world into World War Three… they might just have stopped their fornication long enough to stop it.
Well, Garfield may not have. World War Three would be excellent in accelerating his plans for World Domination and Unification, after all. But he would have almost certainly stopped fucking if he had known what was going to happen to one of the ones he loved due to his distraction and absence…
-x-X-x-
Two days later, at dusk in the Palace of Markovia… a scene of wanton death and destruction was playing out. Along with something else equally wanton happening in the center of it all. There was blood and gore everywhere. Bodies were strewn all across the place. The warring brothers of Markovia's Royal Family, Bryon and Gregor, were among the dead. Each of them could be found with sightless eyes, their mouths filled with by-now hardened lava.
In the center of it all, in an circular area surprisingly free of blood and visceral and death, where all of the remaining working cameras were focused, a King fucked his Queen. Garfield, King of Bialya, fucked Tara, Queen of Markovia. They went at it like savage animals, mating there on the ground. And their copulation was being broadcast throughout Markovia.
One might wonder how this had happened… that would take some explaining.
-x-X-x-
The wedding ceremony had gone off without a hitch. Garfield and Perdita were now married. Their ceremony had been beautiful and had ultimately gone uninterrupted. Which was good, because Garfield knew there were quite a few people who might have wanted to try. He'd spent a long time deploying the countermeasures to stymy most of their overt attempts, in fact.
In the end, even though the entire world was making a big deal about it, his marriage to Perdita was ultimately small potatoes when it came to power and influence. Vlatava WOULD be joining the Unified Bialyan Front of course, but ultimately, Perdita's homeland was getting a LOT more out of this arrangement then Garfield himself was. And that was perfectly alright by him. He wanted to help Perdita and her people, even before she became his latest Queen. She was a friend, after all.
Things move onto the reception, as they do. Said reception takes place in a massive banquet hall, and things are going just swimmingly, up until the toasts. As Garfield stands to give a little preplanned speech, glass of champagne in hand, he smiles around the room, seeing several people he very much likes, and several people he doesn't care for. Opening his mouth to speak, he starts off normally enough.
"I would like to thank you all-!"
Before he can get any further, however, there's someone at his side, whispering into his ear. The young King pauses as he listens to the messenger for a long moment. Ultimately, as everyone watches him, he sets the mike down and talks to the messenger directly, getting clarification on what he's just been told. Then, he leans down to whisper to Perdita, receiving wide eyes and an understanding nod from his newest wife and Queen.
Picking the mike back up, Garfield no longer has a friendly smile on his face as he stares out at the crowd. Instead, he looks steely and grim.
"My apologies, but we will have to cut this short. Something's come up."
Knowing that the eyes of the world are upon him, that's all Garfield gives them as he, Perdita, and Zatanna leave the reception behind. The tabloids and news agencies of the world would all be left to speculate as to what was going on for the next twenty-four hours. It wouldn't be until tomorrow morning that they would properly understand what had happened.
Bialyan Ambassador and Escort Killed in Markovia!
Warring Brothers Initiate Coup!
Markovia Declared Under Martial Law By Brothers!
Princess Tara Captured, Declared Traitor, and Slated for Execution!
These were just a few of the headlines seen around the world, just a few that reached Garfield in Vlatava. With a roar, he tosses a table straight out a palace window in his anger, his lips curled back, and his teeth bared in a ferocious, feral snarl. Zatanna and Shiva both stand nearby, but neither try to stop him from releasing some of his frustration.
At this point, he was about three seconds away from starting a war over matters. How DARE they touch what was his?! How DARE they hold one of HIS Queen's hostage?! Garfield was a possessive, obsessive man these days. Even if he and Tara hadn't necessarily married yet… it mattered little in his mind. They had laid with one another, they had coupled. And even before that, she was his FRIEND. Garfield would turn the world over to save a friend, let alone a lover.
Unfortunately, Zatanna and Perdita were right to caution him against going off half-cocked. The UN was watching, and it was better to exercise caution, at least for the moment. Tara wasn't dead yet, and even slated for execution, she wasn't necessarily in danger at the moment. Her execution wasn't for weeks, after all.
That didn't mean Garfield wasn't rapidly losing patience with the entire situation though. If not for his wives, he would have said to hell with the UN and done whatever the fuck he wanted. And what he wanted to do was avenge his people and rescue Tara. Tara's idiot brothers had killed a Bialyan Delegation and kidnapped his fiancé. That was all but an act of war in Garfield's books, but there was the rest of the world to consider, nonetheless.
The perception that the rest of the world, or at least the leading members of the UN had of him, was that he was a petty warlord at best. And in their eyes, he was no better than the brothers who had taken over Markovia. They would smear him further, if he took matters into his own hands. Still, with every passing moment, Garfield cared less and less what they did or said about him. Tara was what mattered.
Still, he held back for hours. Hours that passed without a word, before finally they received a video call from one of Tara's brothers, Bryon.
"I will only speak to the King of Bialya. This is a conversation to be had between Kings."
Snarling and sneering, Garfield steps up into camera view, sneering at Bryon.
"You are no King. You who would slaughter your country's Council to get power. And who ever heard of a country having two Kings before? Neither you nor your brother are legitimate rulers."
Bryon just laughs, Garfield's words seeming to wash over him without much effect. The pompous idiot truly was arrogant beyond belief.
"I would think you of all people understand how power works! But now I see you hide behind pretense! My rule is just as legitimate as yours!"
Before Garfield can argue further, a door opens behind Bryon, and Gregor steps through, dragging Tara in behind him. Garfield's fiancé is naked, in chains, and covered in bruises. The rage threatens to overwhelm Garfield, but he manages to hold it in at first. At least, until Tara sees him and tries to speak up, only for Gregor to backhand her across the face hard enough to send her to the ground. Her yelp of pain sends him right over the edge into incandescent rage.
"Touch her again and I will kill you and everything that lives in your GODFORSAKEN COUNTRY!"
His bellow is met only with more smiles. So secure in their strength and power, so safe behind the video call, thinking themselves protected because they were so far away. It was obvious that they wanted to get a rise out of him… and to be fair, they had. Seeing Tara in that moment had shattered his mask, had snapped his control.
"If you want the whore back alive, you will come to Markovia alone and unarmed and treat with us personally. I'm sure we can come to an… arrangement."
"Fine! I'll be right over! If you lay another hand on her, I WILL kill you both!"
Seeming supremely unconcerned with Garfield's threats, Bryon just smiles evilly and lifts a hand over Tara, letting the lava he could produce drip just inches from her. The heat alone is enough to make her flesh begin to redden on the spot and she screams in pain before he pulls away, the transmission cutting out before her cry does.
Shaking with rage, Garfield turns to Zatanna.
"Tell Parliament to be ready for what happens next. "
"Of course, my King. Garfield… I could come with you."
Shaking his head, Garfield's lips pull back in a half-grin, half-sneer.
"No… this is for me. This is something I will do. I WILL bring Tara home, believe that. The state in which I retrieve her will decide how much Markovia suffers for this trespass though."
With that, Garfield moves out onto a balcony, needing a moment of peace and quiet to center himself. As he stares out at the lands of Vlatava, so peaceful and calm, Garfield growls. He was pissed. So used to being in control, keeping himself calm, even in the face of a bunch of monsters like the Light… but now his armor was cracking. He feared what else would happen. He feared what HE would do in this state of mind. He wasn't sure there was anyone left who could stop him if he went too far…
"Father."
Looking over, Garfield watches as Hippolytus steps up and descends to one knee in front of him.
"I've just heard what's happening. If you wish, I can have the Amazons mobilized and ready to fight by the morrow. Just say the word."
Smiling somewhat grimly at the display of loyalty, Garfield shakes his head.
"No. For now, you must maintain the fiction that we have established. Your purpose and work is far greater than my desires. This… this is a personal problem. I will take care of it myself."
Hippolytus inclines his head in acknowledgment of Garfield's words, but it's clear the other man doesn't necessarily agree. Smirking a little, Garfield cocks an eyebrow.
"So, how's Diana?"
Smiling back, Hippolytus chuckles.
"She's quite fun. I'm looking forward to showing her what I've done with the place once we get back to Themyscira. Though… can I truly not just break her, like I have the others?"
The others being his mother and the rest of the Amazons. Garfield shakes his head.
"Your Aunt M'gann would be quite cross with you if you did so. Best not."
They talk a bit more, and truth be told, it does quite a lot for Garfield's state of mind. In the end, their conversation comes to a close when there's a knock on the side of the balcony egress and Perdita steps out with a soft smile on her face.
"Go, my son. Go back to your pet wife and continue our plans."
Hippolytus nods as they clasp arms and shake hands, before going on his way. Perdita steps out past him, and a moment later she and Garfield are embracing a moment later. It was comforting, having his newest wife in his arms. She and Tara were supposed to effectively join him at the same time, they were supposed to be a pair of new Queens in his growing harem. They'd joined him sexually, but now Tara was in danger and there was a chance she would never officially be his wife. That was not an option though. Garfield wouldn't allow it to be an option.
Nothing happens between the two of them on that balcony besides hugging. They take comfort being in one another's company but coupling at a time like this would feel wrong. Instead, Perdita eventually heads back inside, and Garfield stays where he is until the sun sets. The last thing that his new wife tells him is to avoid doing anything stupid. He hopes he can stay true to that promise… but only time would tell.
As the moon rises in a starry night sky, some individuals in Vlatava would report seeing a massive shape flying overhead. This was Garfield himself, departing in the form of a pterodactyl and flying to Markovia in the night. The massive aerial dinosaur was actually his fastest form in air by far, and it allowed him to cover truly titanic amounts of distance.
He still had to fly through the night and then partway into morning to enter Markovian Air Space, so by the time he reached the capital, they were well aware of his presence. The soldiers who escorted him to the palace once he transformed back were smart not to try to shackle him. He could tell they were afraid. Of him, perhaps. Of the brothers? Most definitely.
All around him as he walked, he saw people looking fearful and worried. It honestly went a long way to assuaging some of his rage at Markovia itself. The country, he was reminded, was a place that Tara loved very much. It was her brothers who were to blame for all of this. He would try his best to keep the retribution focused only on them… but in defense of his fiancé, he would make no promises.
Soon enough, Garfield and his escort arrived at the Palace. All around it, hung from the rafters and strung up, were the dead corpses of Markovia's Ruling Council. Snorting derisively, Garfield shakes his head as they pass under the hanging bodies.
"More Castle Dracula then Markovia, but I suppose there's no accounting for taste."
His quip is met with silence as he's brought to the Throne Room next. Amusingly enough, the Queen's Throne has been removed. Instead, it seems like a replica of the King's Throne has been dragged out of storage or commissioned swiftly, because the two brothers sit side by side. Bryon and Gregory, looking like they're actually going to try to rule together.
Of course, Bryon is the one wearing the actual Crown at the moment. Gregor's head remains unadorned for the time being. Likewise, Bryon is the one who speaks up, a faux jovialness to him as he tries for a winning smile and fails miserably.
"Ah, the King of Bialya! Welcome, welcome! I do hope you enjoy your stay in Mark-!"
"Where is she?"
Garfield has no interest in this song and dance. Seeing this, Bryon's smile becomes a bit more fixed, and the self-proclaimed King claps his hands. In from a side door comes Tara, still naked, still chained up, covered in more bruises and burn marks then the day before. In direct defiance of his command, they'd hurt her more. He could see from the smug grin on Bryon's face and the wicked smirk on Gregor's that they'd done this on purpose.
He could also see the cameras, though they were artfully enough hidden. The two 'Kings' of Markovia were broadcasting this meeting live. Most likely in order to secure their rule with his compliance. They weren't nearly afraid enough to be aware of even a fraction of what he could truly do. They thought they had the upper hand here…
But still, he reined in his rage. For Tara's sake, for the sake of his other wives and his children, for the sake of his people. Taking in a deep breath, Garfield fixes Bryon with his gaze.
"You will release my fiancé to my custody. You will return the bodies of the Bialyan Citizens that you killed. And then we will discuss reparations."
It was all he was going to give them. One chance. One chance to submit, one chance to recognize that they were done. And for a moment, he thinks Bryon might actually buckle. Whatever the young King sees in his eyes, it scares him. But of course, there are two brothers… and Gregor is all too eager to push his own legitimacy as King. Scoffing, the brutish man speaks up from his own throne.
"Reparations for what? The disposal of some backwater Ambassador from some worthless African Country? We owe you nothing. You will bow down to us, here and now, and you will beg for our sister's life. Only then will we consider leniency."
Bryon's moment of indecision and fear passes, and he lets out a laugh.
"That's right! Submit, O' King of Bialya! The whole world is watching, if you didn't already know! Plead for our traitor sister's life and perhaps we can show mercy!"
They did indeed want him to grant their rule legitimacy. It was just as Garfield thought. Letting out a breath through his nostrils, Garfield prepares for things to get messy.
"… No, I won't bow to men who would treat their own sister like this."
Bryon's smile freezes, while Gregor snarls. A moment later, a shot rings out, a nearby window cracking as a bullet from what can only be a high-caliber sniper rifle takes off the top half of Garfield's head. As the young King's body stands there, headless, Tara cries out, eyes widening in horror at what she's witnessing. Meanwhile, the rest of the world watches as well, the decapitation of a former Teen Titan, of a King, happening on live television.
Bryon and Gregor both wear self-satisfied grins. The two self-proclaimed Kings all too pleased with himself. Before Garfield's body can even begin to fall, Bryon stands and prepares to speak. However, he never even gets the first word out. Instead, he chokes on his spit as he sees the same thing happen as everyone else. Garfield's head rebuilds itself, reconstituting in moments as newly formed eyes blink open and he looks down at himself in wonder.
"… Huh. Didn't know I could do that."
It seemed Queen Bee had made him more robust then he thought. While losing his head and his 'brain' was certainly a surprise… he wasn't human anymore. To be fair, he hadn't truly been human since he became a shapeshifter. Now though… now it was even more so. He no longer had a singular point of weakness. Aim for the Head would have definitely worked before on him, before Queen Bee's… experimentation.
Now though, his head was little more than a mouthpiece for people to focus on and talk to, it seemed.
Everyone stands shocked, as Garfield takes in the situation. None notice how… rooted his feet are to the floor. None save for the sniper outside, a building away, when Garfield's tentacles suddenly abrupt out of the roof below him and impale and consume him before he can get off another shot. His strangled scream is loud enough to be heard from the throne room though, amusingly enough.
As a number of guns train on him, as Bryon and Gregor stare at him in varying levels of shock and confusion, Garfield just grins.
"You two want to play at being monsters? Fine then. As one monster to another, allow me to… introduce you to MY world."
In a moment, Garfield transforms into his true form, the monstrous beast that Queen Bee had turned him into. Yes, he does so in front of all of the cameras watching… he's so far past the point of caring what the rest of the world thinks of him, so far past the point of no return. What happens next is categorically, without a doubt, a blood bath.
Sharpened appendages lance out as dozens of soldiers try to open fire on him. The bullets have no effect on his now-armored body, while his tentacles make short work of the body armor they're wearing, tearing each and every one of them to shreds. As he makes short, disgusting work of the numerous combatants he's facing, many of the news agencies watching around the world cut the feed to their normal viewers. But the countries who are watching, the governments… they keep on doing so. They record what's happening, prepared to go over it with a fine tooth comb.
Because Garfield is right. He IS a monster now… and he's a monster that the world will rapidly come to fear.
But that was for tomorrow. In the here and now, in this moment, the world was shrunk down to a pinpoint. It was just Garfield, Tara, and her brothers left alive in only a couple of minutes. As he begins to approach them, Bryon stumbles back in fear, eyes wide in horror. Gregor, meanwhile, grabs hold of Tara and snarls.
"Back off! We'll kill her, I swear I wi-urk!"
The time for talking was done. Garfield's tentacles sprout out of the ground as he steps and wrap both brothers up. In moments, he's drained Bryon's magma power from him, tearing it away. They both hit the wall with a meaty smack as Garfield rushes to Tara and frees her from her chains, from her bondage. As they embrace, looking into one another's eyes, not saying a word… Garfield transfers her brother's power to her, giving Tara the ability to create and control lava.
As she feels him gift her that power, Tara finally speaks, breaking down in sobs.
"I'm s-sorry, Garfield. I'm sorry for being so weak. I'm-!"
"Shhh… no, all that matters is you're safe now. You have nothing to apologize for."
Tara hiccups but calms down soon enough, nodding her head as she gets a handle on her own hysterics. Then, she turns to face her brothers. Garfield slides them both down the wall rather roughly, forcing them to their knees as she moves over to them. He watches on with a grim smile as Tara forces her hands into Bryon and Gregor's mouths and begins to produce lava at point blank range. The two men die in a hideous fashion, not even able to scream, instead reduced to twitching, spasming gurgles.
Once that grim deed is done, Tara turns towards the two thrones that her brothers had been sat upon. She glares at them, and thrusts her arms out, spewing lava all over both as well and burning them into nothing.
"This place is not my home! These corpses are not my family! My FAMILY is in Bialya!"
Garfield knows that Tara knows they're being watched. He knows that she's well aware of the cameras still streaming this to the rest of the world. He doesn't stop her as she does what she does, nor as she steps over to him and hugs him again. He hugs her right back, ready to transform back into some creature capable of flight to get them both out of here.
However, before he can do so, Tara reaches down and begins to stroke his cock. Furrowing his brow, Garfield does speak up then.
"Tara, this may not be…"
Tara just shakes her head as she cuts him off.
"I've spent the last two days imprisoned by my brothers and tortured simply for the crime of not agreeing with them. I just killed them for their evil, vile acts against me, in our family's home. What more could something I know I will enjoy do?"
Garfield sighs, before ultimately nodding and acquiescing. However, he refused to let the rest of the world watch them fuck. His tentacles work to destroy every camera broadcasting to a foreign entity, leaving only those behind that were streaming to places IN Markovia itself. Numerous governments around the world find themselves cursing in irritation as their screens go black.
In Markovia, on the other hand, the people watch as their Princess splays herself out willingly on the one section of ground not covered in blood. They watch as the King of Bialya, her savor, sinks his surprisingly large green cock into her cunt. They watch her moan; they watch her cry out in ecstasy and wrap her limbs around his body.
Despite her torture, despite the pain she had to be in, it was obvious to everyone in Markovia that Tara was enjoying being taken by Garfield. As well it should be. The Princess was quite the voyeur, and she wanted this, she wanted her entire country to watch her get fucked by the man she loved. Considering the day, she had and the opportunity to do so, she wasn't about to let it slip by.
Eventually, Garfield is on his back and Tara is riding him cowgirl. As she does so, she looks up into one of the more obvious cameras, staring directly at it. Her tits bounce with every bounce she makes, jiggling as she licks her lips and pants heavily.
"I… renounce my claim on the throne of Markovia! I will not rule this country! I will not be your Queen any longer. I have found my King… it is up to all of you to decide what you wish to do next!"
The Princess' declaration is met with riots. Even as Tara and Garfield continue to fuck there in the blown out, grisly remains of the throne room, mass revolts are triggered all across the country. The army did it's best to maintain control, but with Garfield's surprise survival and subsequent slaughter, the massacre he'd committed… he'd ultimately decapitated the military. Half of the soldiers he'd killed in this room had been in charge of everything, seeking to curry favor with the new brother Kings and working to get promoted higher and higher at the expense of their own people.
The people's fear and terror had become full blown anger and fury. In the face of their would-be dictators' surprising deaths, they rose up. The discontentment and tension simmering beneath the surface exploded, all at once.
But Garfield and Tara cared little about all of that as they continued to fuck. They'd thought they were going to lose each other, and now all that mattered was being in one another's arms. There would undeniably be backlash, of course, and likely on a global scale. This would only increase Garfield's time tables across the board. But he didn't care.
All that mattered was unloading inside of Tara, filling her womb with his seed as she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy, loving every last second of it. After he's done cumming inside of her womb, he flips her over onto all fours and starts in on her ass. Tara's scream of bliss is heard across the country, the sounds of their fucking quite literally being used as a rallying cry. Broadcast from smartphones and laptops and speaks all over Markovia, Tara's orgasmic ecstasy as she was anally pounded was literally being used to galvanize people to fight for their country, as odd as it was.
As Garfield pulls her up into his arms off the floor, fucking her from below and holding her back to his chest, Tara speaks up again, speaking directly to the cameras.
"I renounce my claim on this Kingdom! I am no longer a Markovian Royal! I am King Garfield's Wife! Markovia is no longer my home, Bialya is where I belong! Bialya is where my family is! Clean up your own damn messes! If you want better lives, stand up and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!"
Her bellows do even more to galvanize the growing impromptu Markovian rebellion movement, even as she's fucked silly, Garfield unloading in her ass. As she passes out with a face of pure bliss in his arms, Garfield reaches out with his tentacles and smashes the rest of the cameras all at once, ending the stream on the spot.
By the time the rebellion manages to take the palace the next day, Garfield had already left the country with Tara on his back and the wrapped bodies of his Ambassador and escort held in his clutches. By the time they managed to make it into the throne room where Bryon and Gregor's corpses could be found, Garfield was already back in Bialya.
The effects of his actions were already making waves, of course. Notably, numerous members of the UN were stomping their feet and acting like they were furious. Markovia had descended into utter chaos. And at the same time, there were more radical parts of the Bialyan Parliament who were using his violent display and 'unprovoked attacks' as evidence that he was an authoritarian dictator and no better than Queen Bee.
M'gann had immediately begged Garfield to allow her to use her powers to change their minds, but he had refused on principle. Still, there was no denying things were snowballing fast. It was only a matter of finding out which side of the mountain the shit was going to roll down. Garfield was ready for anything at this point, ready to do whatever needed to be done.
Still, he had to admit he was both a little touched and a little surprised when his people ended up standing beside him. Not just his wives and his soldiers, but the common citizenry as well. In spite of what he'd done, Bialya's general population did not fear him like Markovia's had come to fear the brothers. He was still beloved and adored, and his actions had even been viewed by the majority of Bialya as the actions of a protector, a guardian. He'd saved Tara, much like he'd saved all of them from Queen Bee's rule.
This was, of course, not how the rest of the world felt, more often than not. The UN demanded sanctions on Bialya for Garfield's actions, and because your average Bialyan was supporting their King, the UN's name became little more than dirt in the minds of most of Bialya's population. Meanwhile, countries that neighbored the Unified Bialyan Front's borders were actually making overtures to join up at this point, having seen the power that Garfield held and viewing him as a potential route to sovereign security.
The UN and even the Justice League had tried to interfere on that front, but there was nothing they could really do about matters, and ultimately it just made them look worse.
In the end, Tara's brush with death and Garfield's barbarism being broadcast to the rest of the world certainly didn't help global stability. But at the same time, it ended up being a net gain all around for Garfield and his allies. His power was further entrenched, the UN and the League ended up looking bad, and all around, he'd come out on top.
But it could have easily gone the other way, and he was well aware of that. The court of Public Opinion could certainly be quite a fickle one. He needed more allies. Luckily, he had someone in mind…
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Meanwhile, Diana and her half-brother were headed home. As the ship pulls into the Themyscirian Docks, Hippolytus is enjoying the tender affections of his own mother. Hippolyta kneels between his legs, sucking and gagging on his cock quite enthusiastically.
"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"
Her choking is drowned out only by her daughter's muffled cries as two of her Amazon sisters spit-roast her in either end with massive strap-ons. The purpose of this is to keep the excessive amount of cum Hippolytus has deposited in Diana inside of her womb… but of course, it's also to humiliate and destroy her even further. The heroine once known as Wonder Woman can only try and fail to beg them to stop, to cease, even as his enslaved Amazon subjects do as he ordered and punish her most severely.
Soon enough, all of them are stepping off of the ship and onto the docks. As Diana walks behind Hippolytus, she gets her first view of her old home made new again. She is, of course, horrified at what she sees. It's far worse than she ever could have imagined, and tears stream down her cheeks as she's dragged along by a leash attached to a collar around her neck.
Her people, her sisters… they were being fucked by every sort of man, beast, and demon under the sun. Themyscira was intact but had been transformed into a den of debauchery. Nearly every Amazon that Diana laid eyes upon was already pregnant. They were the ones who weren't fighting back. They were the ones who seemed to be enjoying it. They were also the ones being treated the best.
Those who resisted, on the other hand, were leashed and not pregnant whatsoever. They were also being treated like shit, and Diana could already tell many of them were close to breaking, if not already at the point where they WANT to submit like her but aren't allowed to yet as punishment for refusing to break earlier. Of course, Diana suspects (somewhat bitterly) that eventually they will be allowed to break properly. Unlike her, who's punishment seems to be eternal.
As they move through the city, as Diana bears witness to this mockery of Amazon life, they're brought to the palace, arriving inside where she witnesses Artemis being fucked by a great bull of a man. Literally a Minotaur was destroying the red haired warrior's cunt as she screamed for mercy, as she begged for death.
"P-PLEASE! PLEASE JUST KILL ME! HERA, IT HURTS SO MUCH!"
Hippolytus just chuckles as he sees Diana crying at the sight.
"She resisted the most, even more than you did. So, she will bear minotaur children until she's used up and can give birth no further."
As Diana sobs in horror at what's been done to her people, she feels a strap-on being pushed into her ass again. Looking back, she watches her own smiling mother fuck her for a moment, before her half-brother grabs her by her hair and forces her to bend over, sticking his massive cock into her mouth and fucking her throat to his heart's content.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
This was her life now. This was her entire existence. The mighty and powerful Wonder Woman, reduced to nothing more than a slave alongside the whole of her people.
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