Just before her grand entrance on the main stage, Diana made a fateful mistake: she briefly reconnected the psychic tether to her sold clones. An oceanic wave of intergalactic gangbangs, flesh-suit stretching, and alien breeding slammed into her brain all at once.
Inside the central petri dish, her body convulsed violently. She thrashed against the glass, her heavy breasts bouncing as her pussy erupted, turning the light blue nutrient fluid into a cloudy, viscous soup of her own orgasmic squirt. The Rota handlers panicked, wondering if their priceless Galaxy-Level merchandise had finally suffered a complete mental collapse.
But the distance between universes is vast, and the true threat wasn't in the auction hall. It was back on Earth.
The Underground Lab, Earth
A dark shadow had enveloped Diana's secret breeding facility. The incubation chambers were shattered, the magic arrays broken. The monsters of the Dark Legion—creatures that were supposed to be mindless beasts—were now prostrate on the cold floor, kneeling in absolute submission.
At the center of the cavern, sitting on a makeshift throne of rubble and torn containment suits, was a slender, horned Demon Emperor. His aura was suffocating, thick with dark magic.
At his feet knelt Diana's Earth-bound clone.
She was completely mind-broken. Her vacant, lifeless eyes stared upward as her mouth was stretched to its tearing point, swallowing the Demon Emperor's thick, monstrous cock. Her throat could only take the first half of the massive, ribbed shaft; her hands desperately gripped the base, stroking the veiny meat up and down to compensate.
"Have you found any trace of that bitch?" the Emperor growled, his hips snapping forward to brutally throat-fuck the clone.
"No, Your Majesty," a surviving Brain Demon hissed from the shadows. "We tracked the power link of this captured clone, but the signal spins erratically. She is no longer on Earth. She is deep in the cosmos."
"Damn her!" The Emperor roared. He grabbed the clone by her hair, lifting her head just enough to pump a torrential flood of demonic semen down her throat. The thick, corrosive cum burst from the corners of her lips, coating her chin and chest. Her lower abdomen was already swollen tight, completely stuffed with monster seed that leaked constantly from her ruined, gaping crotch.
The Emperor looked down at the pathetic, leaking copy of his nemesis. He remembered the humiliation. Years ago, his physical body—the original ruler of the Dark Legion—had been obliterated by Diana's sudden awakening. But before his death, he had transferred his consciousness into a single, microscopic egg, hiding deep within her own underground base.
He had hatched as a lowly Imp, hiding in the shadows, waiting. He had watched her feed her lust. He had stolen the magic she carelessly leaked into the arrays. When the human Cult Leader had weakened her Earth clone, the Imp had struck, devouring the Cult Leader's remains, evolving into his true Emperor form, and subjugating the mindless clone.
He had bestowed that ovary-magic upon her during the first invasion, and she had the audacity to call herself a Guardian.
"She is nothing but a breeding sow," the Emperor spat, withdrawing his slick cock from the clone's mouth. "Let her play in space. We will burrow deeper into this dirt-ball. We will capture humans, breed an army in the shadows, and when the 'Guardian' returns... we will remind her who her true Master is."
The Galactic Auction
Diana was entirely unaware of the coup on Earth. Her main body floated in a tank that was now 90% her own sexual fluids.
"Distinguished guests!" the Auctioneer's voice boomed across the rotating virtual stages. "Our staff is terrified. To desecrate a Galaxy-Level entity is to invite planetary annihilation. But... she has willingly submitted to the collar! Put aside your fear, and let us welcome the ultimate prize!"
The lights cut out.
CRASH.
The petri dish shattered. But instead of water spilling onto a stage, the liquid suspended in mid-air, shimmering with an ethereal, starlight glow.
Suddenly, every billionaire, warlord, and king in the VIP boxes found themselves standing alone in the endless, pitch-black vacuum of space.
Before them materialized a holy vision: Diana, majestic and naked, her size larger than a solar system. Her long black hair drifted through the cosmos, tiny planets and asteroids caught in the strands like dust. She was a titan of divine purity. The buyers fell to their knees in awe; no one dared to harbor an impure thought before such a majestic, terrifying goddess.
Then... the illusion shattered its own sanctity.
The cosmic behemoth slowly lowered her pale, moon-sized hand toward her groin. In the silence of the void, she spread her massive, pink labia. With a sultry, degenerate smirk, the goddess slid two colossal fingers deep into her dripping cunt.
Schlick. Squirt.
The wet, gurgling sound of her masturbation echoed directly into the minds of every buyer, accompanied by a breathy, lascivious moan that shook the stars.
In a flash, the grand cosmic illusion vanished.
The audience gasped, slamming back into their seats in the physical auction hall. The image of the degraded goddess was permanently seared into their minds.
On the center stage, the real, human-sized Diana floated cross-legged in the air. Her fingers were buried knuckle-deep in her own wet vagina, rapidly churning her pink flesh to draw out thick, sticky strings of arousal fluid.
The residual pleasure from her connected clones was still frying her nerves. Just touching herself was enough to push her over the edge. She arched her spine, her toes curling as a massive fountain of clear squirt erupted from her urethra, splashing heavily onto the auction stage.
"I believe..." she panted, her voice dripping with pure, slutty submission, "...you are all aware of the allure of this item. I declare the bidding... open! Ahhh~!"
The Y-58 Asteroid Base
While the original Diana drove the galactic market into a bidding frenzy, her autonomous clone sat in a chartered spaceship, approaching the coordinates of her newest purchase: the abandoned Dark Legion stronghold.
In the cockpit, the alien pilot kept nervously glancing back at his passenger.
The woman sat wrapped in a heavy, dark cloak, her face concealed by a hood. But she couldn't hide the violent, rhythmic shuddering of her body. She was clamped to the seat, her thighs rubbing together frantically as she rode the phantom waves of her Main Body's orgasms, leaving a growing, wet puddle of slime on the leather seat beneath her.
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