Original story by Cambrian
"You can't… you can't think you'll get away with this! My son will return! He will- gah!"
"Shut up, bitch. Why the fuck do you think we're here? Aquaman can show up any time he wants… me and my friend here will fuck him up. But until then we has some free time, you're stuck with me… and if you don't want Mera to get hurt, you're going to do what I say."
The scene is one of fresh horror and conquest. Queen Atlanna of Atlantis (Looking like she does in Throne of Atlantis movie.) kneels on the ocean floor, while her beautiful blonde hair, long and flowing, is held tightly in the grasp of one of her son's greatest enemies, Black Manta. Her beautiful eyes look watery even beneath the saltwater currently surrounding them, as she regards her son wife, currently held in the grasp of Black Manta's accomplice.
Mera, also known as the future queen of Atlantis, can only twist and struggle ineffectually in the impossibly strong grasp of the woman currently holding her prisoner. Looking back over her shoulder, she bites her lower lip, already having an idea of what Black Manta has planned for her and the Queen… and unable to believe that another woman would condone it.
"You… w-who even are you? What stake d-do you have in this?"
Eyes hidden behind a mask look down at her, and Mera feels like she just might end up swallowed in the depths of that dark, gaze. Her captor gives her no answers, but then, even if she'd told her everything, the likelihood of Mera believing her was probably very low to begin with. After all… Bryce Wayne's story is an odd one.
Born on Earth-11, Bryce Wayne was yet another bat, a Batwoman to be specific. At least, she was until her lover, Sylvester Kyle, was killed by rogue metahumans. It's always been understood that Batman is a bit… off, mentally. You can't call yourself sane and then use an immense fortune to run around beating up criminals in a bat costume, rather than using it to help heal the world in a million other, far more productive ways.
Of course, where Batman has always managed to stick by his own code, despite his obvious mental instability, Batwoman was not so… ready to do so. Bryce Wayne, much like her counterparts across the multiverse, was a problem solver. She saw a problem, and she fixed it. That was how she lived her life. Sylvester shouldn't have had to die. If not for those metahumans, he wouldn't have died.
Which meant metahumans were the problem. So, Bryce went about solving that problem by systematically killing every metahuman on the surface of the Earth. It wasn't even particularly hard. They all had their weaknesses, and Batwoman was nothing if not capable. Of course, that didn't precisely explain why she was here, now, far beneath the Ocean, easily breathing saltwater like it was no one's business.
Or perhaps it did. She'd systematically killed every metahuman on the SURFACE of the Earth. But what about those beneath the surface? Atlantis saw weakness in humanity, because of Bryce's actions. Without metahumans, the underwater civilization clearly thought that they could bully and harass and perhaps even conquer the rest of the Earth in a moment of perceived weakness or something.
Bryce had known that to be true, even when Aquawoman had come out of self-imposed exile, claiming to want to assist in peace talks between Atlantis and the Surface World. Bryce knew better. She was ready, when the peace talks ultimately collapsed into violence, and negotiations shifted to open conflict. She was ready… and she'd shoved Aquawoman's own trident right through her belly, killing the invading monarch in one-on-one combat.
However, Aquawoman's death did not mean submission for Atlantis. In retaliation, a deeply personal bout of retaliation at that, the Atlanteans had drowned Gotham City for the death of their Queen. That was when Bryce had known what she would have to do. That was when she'd become that which she hated most.
Performing surgical and genetic procedures on herself, Bryce had implanted a vast amount of biochemical augmentations into her body. She'd given herself underwater breathing, a healing factor, and denser bones, muscles, and flesh. Most importantly of all, perhaps, she'd managed to use Aquawoman's corpse to give herself a type of twisted hydrokinesis that corrupted and converted those who would stand against her into ravenous sea monsters, fully under her control.
With that, Bryce Wayne had finished the job Atlantis started. She'd finished the job she started as well. Her abilities, only increased and enhanced in power by the dead Aquawoman's stolen trident, allowed her to conquer Atlantis and drown the rest of Earth. All life on the planet either perished, or became more of her army, which she'd taken to calling 'Dead Water'.
It was fitting. The world itself might as well have been dead. She… had killed it. However, before it could all come to an end, before she could finish what she started and end her own life as well, now that she herself was metahuman scum… she'd been approached by Perpetua. She'd recruited her for her Dark Knights, a collection of bat-folk from other universes, to in turn corrupt and twist some other Batman who had yet to fall as they did.
To give them a second chance at life as long as they served Perpetua which wasn't a problem.
Bryce had taken on the moniker of The Drowned and been brought to this world. But… another Bat? And a Batman, at that? She had no quarrel with this Batman. Especially when it seemed that, against all odds, he'd managed to keep his version of her Sylvester, one Selina Kyle, alive.
However, Aquaman and Atlantis… Bryce knew the darkness that lurked in the hearts of Atlantis' population and it's monarch, no matter how handsome of a face he wore, or what he said and did. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Atlantis tried something against the surface world in a moment of weakness, just as it did on her Earth. She refused to let that happen… and perhaps a little part of her also wanted some more revenge herself.
"Open, bitch! Drowned, show the Queen what happens if she disobeys."
Brought out of her musings, Bryce watches as her current confederate, Black Manta, slaps his massive, dark-skinned cock across the Atlantean Queen's pale white face. Atlanna flinches and struggles against her hold, her features twisting in disgust and horror as she tries to push away from him. With a grunt, Bryce slides one of her hands up to Mera's gills… and begins to push her fingers inside of them.
The amphibian woman immediately begins to choke underwater, and Atlanna's eyes flash over to where her son's wife is currently suffering greatly in Bryce's hands. Face flushed in humiliation, embarrassment, and shame, Atlanna stops struggling, and opens her mouth. Black Manta's chuckle reverberates through the water, as he slowly slides his cock past her pouty lips.
"That's right, cunt. You're going to take it. You're going to take it all. And if I feel even a hint of teeth, Mera's throat gets crushed. Sound like a plan? Yeah, I bet it does."
Black Manta chuckles darkly as he begins to force feed Atlanna his cock, the Atlantean Queen able to do nothing but obey. Of course, much like Mera and Aquaman, and all Atlanteans besides, Atlanna has gills, on top of a normal mouth and throat. As such, she doesn't have to breathe through her mouth or her nose… which gives Black Manta plenty of room to skull fuck the poor blonde to his heart's content. In moments, his thick black cock, bigger and blacker than anything Atlanna has likely seen in her entire life, is thrusting its way all the way down her esophagus and into her gullet.
The Queen still struggles to take it, of course, her throat is not meant for something so large, and her neck bulges as she gags and gurgles on his member. She just doesn't choke, because in the end, she doesn't need air… she breathes water through her gills. Groaning happily, Black Manta grips at the Queen's blonde locks with both hands and forces his shaft into her mouth again and again and again.
"Oh, fuck the hell yes. This is everything I always knew it would be. Take it, bitch! FUCKING TAKE IT!"
As he redoubles his efforts in railing the red head's throat, Bryce and Mera both watch on. Oh sure, Meta makes every effort to turn away from the sight of her Queen and her friend being so thoroughly… mistreated, but Bryce isn't willing to allow her that courtesy. She grabs the red hair woman by the jaw and forces her to watch, forces her to look forward and take in the sight of Atlanna being so thoroughly defiled.
As she does that, her other hand slides down the front of Mera's suit. Mera, lost in the horror of what's happening in front of her, doesn't even realize it's about to get a whole lot worse, until Bryce grips and then pulls, using every bit of her enhanced strength to tear the form-fitting green costume off of its wearer, exposing Mera's caramel skin and nude, Mera body to the open sea water.
A fresh cry leaves Mera's throat as Bryce begins to molest her, as she grabs a tit and squeezes it roughly, before moving her hand right down to between Mera's legs, scraping her gloved fingers across naked, bald pussy lips. Atlanna's eyes flicker over to them, but before she can react, Black Manta pulls out of her throat and lets out a dark chuckle as he lifts her up off of the ocean floor.
"Looks like my friend is the impatient sort. That's alright, I'm ready to move on as well."
Atlanna's face contorts in displeasure and anger, but with her arms tied behind her back, there's nothing she can do as Black Manta rips her own Atlantean garb from her, tearing it down off of her chest first, and then forcing open a hole in her crotch as well. Her beautiful breasts float free, made impossibly perky by the water around them, and her pink little pussy breathes the sea water as much as her gills do, even as Black Manta hoists her up into such a position as to slap his massive, thick, dark-skinned member up against her cunt from below.
"N-No… NO!"
But her anguished cries fall on death ears as her Son's nemesis just laughs, his voice reverberating out of his large mask as always.
"Oh yes… this is it, bitch. This is the moment!"
And then he shoves his cock up inside of her, no further hesitation, no mercy, no nothing. One moment she's struggling ineffectually in his grasp, and the next Atlanna has a massive cock that is not her husband or Arthur farther (that is BIGGER than her husband's or Arthur's father) buried in her hungry twat. Not that she would ever admit she was wet or turned on by all of this. The ocean water hides such things… however, it cannot hide the way her body reacts to Black Manta's penetration of it. It can't hide the way her cunt grips and grasps and wraps itself around his cock in an almost loving embrace.
"Oh? What's this? Does the Queen of Atlantis recognize a REAL man, hm?"
Atlanna shakes her head, but dares not to talk, dares not to even open her mouth for fear of what will come out of it. He feels… he feels so good. Why does he feel so good? She doesn't want this… right? Why would she want this? Why would she enjoy this, when it is her son's enemy and he is r-raping her?
"Heh, oh, I'm going to have lots of fun with you, Queen Slut."
And then he truly starts to fuck her, bouncing her up and down on his cock as he holds her back against his chest, slamming his hips up into her with incredible force, his big fat dick going deeper into the pale blonde than any man ever has before him. As he fucks her brutally, Atlanna is unable to contain herself forever. Her lips eventually open, and cries of reluctant pleasure and unwanted ecstasy leave her lips.
Across the way, she can see Mera and Black Manta's ally watching. Her blue eyes plead with Arthur's love not to judge her, they plead with Mera not to think less of her for her failings.
Of course, unbeknownst to Atlanna, Mera is dealing with her own problems. Oh sure, Mera is still watching her Queen get fucked, she's being forced to. But even as Atlanna moans and writhes like a bitch in heat atop Black Manta's cock, Mera doesn't really have any room to judge her. After all, she's busy bucking and moaning on the gloved fingers currently sliding in and out of her own cunt as Bryce toys with her and plays with her.
And in more ways than either of them could possibly know, as well. It's taken quite a lot of practice, and a new… outlook on life, but Bryce has managed to dial back her own form of hydrokinesis. Where normally, her mere use of the ability would have already turned both Atlanna and Mera into twisted, hybridized sea monsters, forced to do her bidding and follow her commands… instead, Bryce is turning it towards an even darker purpose, and focusing all of her efforts on their minds.
Slowly but surely, both the Queen of Atlantis and Mera are coming apart at the seams. Slowly but surely, the two amphibious women are being reduced to mewling messes under Black Manta and the Drowned's 'gentle' ministrations. Of course, not to be out-done by her current ally, Bryce pulls her fingers out of Mera's cunt as Black Manta draws a rough, explosive orgasm from Atlanna.
For a moment, Mera can do nothing but mewl and whine piteously at the sudden loss of pleasure and sensation down below. The red head is not built for this… this sort of depravity. She's never had to fight villains who would resort to these sorts of things before. Her mind, growing more and more twisted by the moment, is becoming fuzzy and clouded. Her body… wants more of the same, wants to feel Bryce's fingers again, wants to feel pleasure again.
It's not Bryce's fingers that enter her next though, but a rather large phallus that the Drowned has created specifically for this moment. She turns it on, and Mera's cries quickly drown out even Atlanna's as the specialized dildo goes to work in her cunt. Buzzing and whirring away, it protrudes small barbs that rake across the inside of Mera's pussy walls. It SHOULD hurt, Mera knows that it should hurt… but instead, it feels amazing. It feels absolutely wonderful, to be used and abused in such a way… all while watching the defilement of her Queen, right before her eyes.
By unspoken agreement, both Black Manta and Bryce begin to move closer together, one step at a time. Black Manta, with Atlanna, Queen of Atlantis still impaled on his cock, thrusting up into her with all his might and leaving the poor red head beside herself with unwanted ecstasy. Her self-loathing and self-hatred have overcome whatever disgust or hate she might have felt for even her rapist by this point, as yet another orgasm tears through her, revealing her to be little more than what Black Manta had already labeled her as.
She WAS a slut, she WAS a cunt, she WAS a bitch. She was nothing more than a fuck hole for Black Manta's big, black cock. It was silly to think that she'd fought against him by her son's side all this time. That she loved his farther. When Black Manta was always there instead, the better option, the stronger option, the thicker and larger option.
Atlanna's blue eyes roll back in her head for a moment in ecstasy, and her tongue sticks straight out of her mouth… only for her eyes to snap forward once more when something nibbles at one of her exposed nipples.
Where Black Manta has simply walked forward with Atlanna held in his grasp, Bryce has pushed her own captive forward with each step. Mera has been forced to walk, stumbling across the floor, even as the massive, barbed, vibrating member inside of her cunt pistons in and out of her pussy with all due force. Her vision is a haze at this point, but that doesn't mean she can't see her Queen, right in front of her. More importantly, she sees Atlanna's beautiful breasts, marked red from Black Manta's not-so-tender ministrations, but currently left along as his hands remain affixed to her hips to keep her in place.
Atlanna's nipples are so nice and hard… and Mera is so damn horny. Why not do a little to pleasure both her Queen and herself? Why not do what she can to alleviate Atlanna's pain? Leaning forward, Mera captures one of the Atlantean Queen's nipples in her mouth and suckles at it needily, slurping and lapping and even nibbling.
Her eyes are affixed on Atlanna's face, which is in an expression of pure ecstasy when Mera gets started. However, as she makes contact with her Queen, the other woman's blue eyes roll forward again, and she looks down at Mera in surprise… only for that surprise to contort into pleasure a moment later as Mera swirls her tongue around Atlanna's nipple clockwise, before biting down HARD on the teat.
After the Queen comes down from the resulting orgasm, she finds herself tilted forward by the man still fucking her, until both of them are essentially face to face. Unable to help themselves, lost in lust and ecstasy and not thinking about much of anything else at this point, they meet in the middle, kissing one another as they're fucked from both ends by their new Master and Mistress.
Black Manta groans loudly as he continues to fuck Atlanna with all his might. Meanwhile, Bryce lets a grim smile spread across her face, feeling the finishing touches of her hydrokinesis taking hold in both Mera and Atlanna's minds. With this, they now belong to her and her ally. It's possible that Aquaman could reverse it, she never had a chance to find out with her world's Aquawoman, given that she killed the bitch long before she'd had to genetically alter herself to finish her conquest of Atlantis.
But then, that's just fine. If Aquaman has to come personally to save his mother and future wife… well then, he's already dead.
Black Manta finishes with a groan inside of Atlanna, and Bryce watches as the man fills the Atlantean Queen to the brim. A bastard child born by one of Aquaman's greatest enemies inside his own mother would certainly be a delicious bit of revenge against the Atlantean Monarch and Atlantis itself. Meanwhile, Black Manta's release sends Atlanna over the edge as well, and in turn, her orgasm and Bryce's toy buried inside of Mera seems to cause her to experience one final, explosive climax at the same exact time.
Bryce doesn't cum, but then, she doesn't need to. She's not here for personal, sexual gratification in the same way Black Manta is. She'd agreed to this plan of his solely because of how much it would hurt both Aquaman and Atlantis itself. It wasn't as if she needed any intimacy of her own to feel pleasure over what they'd just accomplished.
"It's done then?"
Bryce nods to Black Manta, smirking slightly, though there's little humor in it.
"It's done."
"Good! Let's get out of here then… and let's take our prizes with us."
As they collect the moaning, whimpering, but no longer struggling forms of the Queen and Mera, Bryce's grim smile widens. Yes… with this, Aquaman would not be able to resist the bait. With this, they would have him dead to rights.
-x-X-x-
On the Ark
A gasp and a groan are torn from Bryce's lips, and she looks down at the pair of blue eyes between her thighs with a frown. The Queen of Atlantis was surprisingly good at eating cunt, from the look of things. Despite her frown, Atlanna continues to eat Bryce out, doing her best to please her Mistress. Over on the bed, Black Manta, now out of his suit, is fucking Mera from behind hard enough to have the red head squealing like a stuck pig, crying out as she sobs a little from the sheer size of his massive cock buried in her poor little cunt.
Before Bryce's toy, she'd been pure, more than likely… but even the barbed dildo that Bryce had made for the occasion, couldn't compare to Black Manta's sheer size, it seemed. Mera couldn't stop squealing about how 'Master's cock is so biiiig!' like the little mind-broken slut she now was. Black Manta is relentless in fucking the red hair amphibious woman as hard as he can, though he does stop every once in a while, to take a swig of champagne.
As if sensing Bryce's eyes, he looks over at her and raises the champagne bottle in a silent toast, a savage wicked grin on his face, even as he brings his other hand down on Mera's upturned white ass, all while continuing to fuck her with all his might. Once upon a time, seeing her accomplice drink champagne directly from the bottle like that would have… offended Bryce's sensibilities. After all, she was a Wayne… or she had been, once.
These days, she figured she had no real claim to that name. Especially not in this world. This world already had a Bruce Wayne… it already had a Batman. But it didn't have her. It didn't have the Drowned… and as she finally climaxes, and drowns Atlanna, Queen of Atlantis in her pussy juices, Bryce reflects that perhaps it needed one. Now she's here though… and she's not going anywhere.
Taking up her own champagne glass, an actual glass rather than the bottle, she lifts it towards Black Manta, gracing him with a slight smile and a nod, before sipping from it as well. To the start of something new. To the start of a profitable relationship in tearing asunder everything that Atlantis was, everything that it represented.
The underwater civilization and it's monarch would never threaten the surface world or Gotham, ever again. Not if Bryce had anything to say about it.