Note: This is the third installment of the Clone War Series. The first installment, Super Honeymoon, is available at the GW Page of Dianathe Valkyrie Site at Super Honeymoon  and the second installment, Wondrous Wedding Night, at Wondrous Wedding Night
 
 

Approaching the front door of the Trevor residence, on the arm of her revered Master and creator, the clone Mark 1, sometimes called Lois, whined.

"Do we have to, Master Lex? You know we're going to spend the whole evening listening to that insipid, Amazon twit, bleat about her wonderful new recipe for oatmeal cookies, that 'Dear Master Steve' just loves, or the best way to iron 'Dear Master Steve's' pants. Hee, hee! I solved that problem, fast; I don't let Suppy wear pants!"

"I'm sure you don't!" Lex replied with a little grimace. Sometimes, despite himself, the dastardly criminal genius felt a twinge of sympathy for the grim fate of his hated, long time arch foe, as the  abused, battered husband of Mark 1!

"Well, the sanctimonious moron brought it on himself by opposing ME!" Lex told himself, with a shrug.

"Now, now, Mark 1!"  Lex continued, chidingly. "I'm sure you'll have a good time, and we did promise Mark 2! He's very anxious to show off the new things he taught, 'Wondy'!"

"He ought to teach her, to be seen and not heard!" Mark 1 muttered. "If I owned the bitch, I'd keep a permanent gag in her big mouth!"

Lex chuckled, as he rang the bell. "I've heard Wondy is very talented with her mouth!"

"Yeah I saw the little SLUT in action, too, on her Wedding Night!" Mark 1 sneered.

A moment later, a tall, stunningly beautiful, raven haired woman opened the door as though she had been anxiously waiting them. Her cringing, fawning manner belied her regal beauty of face and form.  Bowing as though to royalty, the hostess nervously welcomed them.

Mark 1 sniffed disdainfully, not bothering to reply to the fulsome welcome.  Lex had some difficulty making a reply himself, as his mouth had dropped open and his eyes bulged out, at sight of the pleasing brevity of their hostess's attire.

Despite her obsequious manner, the nervous newlywed was born and bred a proud, haughty Amazon Princess, and was, until a few weeks ago, the world's most acclaimed superheroine. Now, she had exchanged the  glamorous life of an internationally acclaimed, celebrity crimefighter, for that of a simple suburban housewife. Only the familiar red boots remained unchanged, of Princess Diana's world famous costume.  Though retaining the color scheme of her original uniform, her new apparel would have been more appropriate in a burlesque theater of the 30's and 40's, being no more than pasties and a G-string.

Seeing Lex's gaping amazement, Diana said, still a little nervously. "Master Steve designed my new uniform! I hope you approve, Master Lex?"

"Certainly My Dear! Most fetching!" Lex replied as his bulging eyes slowly readjusted.

Mark 1, in ultra short, nearly see though silk, evening gown, with apparently little beneath it, muttered: "Hmmff! Guess I overdressed!"

"O-oh, couldn't your hubby make it?" The anxious hostess asked Mark 1, in disappointment. Until his marriage, Mark 1's husband was the most powerful superhero on earth, and Diana's revered colleague, but like Diana he retired from crimefighting the day after his Wedding. Now he had undertaken the life of a 'house-husband', so his forceful new wife could pursue her full-time career, implementing the evil Lex's scheme for  World domination.

Mark 1 glared at the taller woman for a moment. How dare this impudent twit, hardly more than a slave, have the temerity to question HER? She snapped, sarcastically. "'Hubby' is a little under the weather; he's just going to HANG AROUND home, tonight!"  Mark 1 grinned maliciously as though at some private joke, remembering the awkward position, she had left her 'Dear hubby' in, when she left their house.

Just then, Lex's second clone, Mark 2, the Master of the house, appeared. "Can I get you folks a drink?" He offered.

"Just a little dry sherry, if you have it, Mark 1?" Lex answered.

"Of course I do, Master Lex!" Mark 1 replied knowing his creator's tastes.

Mark 1 snapped. "BOURBON, and make it a double; I'll need it!"

Shortly after, the party sat down to dinner, which Diana had spent the entire day, anxiously preparing. Though, there was a place laid at the table for her, to satisfy custom, the enslaved Amazon Princess knew better than to sit down with her 'betters'. She spent the meal serving the others!

When dinner was done, Mark 2 suggested they adjoin to the family room. "Wondy has been working on a little dance routine, she'd like to show you!" The proud husband beamed.

"OH GOD!" Mark 1 muttered, with a martyred look.

In amazement, the guests discovered that the Trevor family room had been unconventionally outfitted with a burlesque runway.

With a strategically placed 'helping hand', the new husband urged his shyly reluctant bride up onto the runway platform.

Though the new bride modestly demurred at displaying her talents before their guests, her proud husband insisted.

With a gulp of embarrassment, Diana began to perform the routine, Master Steve had taught her. Though compelled by her own "magic lasso' to perpetually adore, and unquestioningly obey her husband's every whim, Diana was all too aware of the spectacle she was making of herself. The haughty Princess, the World's most prominent feminist idol, sniffed back tears of chagrin, as she performed the lewd, degrading dance.

Lex, still a bachelor in middle age, was sometimes known to visit strip clubs, and was familiar with the protocol. Though the parsimonious wretch had never offered more than a single dollar bill on such occasions, tonight he was so overcome by the lascivious delights of the Amazon Princess's erotic display, that he dug a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and presented it to the sniffling, mortified hostess.

The egocentric Mark 1, something of a spoiled princess herself, grew restive, resenting the male attention focused on a hated superheroine, albeit one now retired and condemned to perpetual  sexual servitude.

"Might as well make this show interesting!" Mark 1 muttered, hopping up on the runway beside Diana.

As the Warrior Princess tried to ignore her, the evil clone fondled the unfortunate Amazon,  whispering insinuatingly in her ear.

Shocked by the clone's insinuations, Diana retorted indignantly.

Diana was even more incredibly shocked when Mark 1 tore one of her pasties off, and tightened her insinuating grip between the beautiful Amazon's delectable thighs.

Though her judgment regarding "Master Steve" might be clouded by the power of her Magic Lasso, in all other respects, Diana's high-minded, ladylike sensibilities, and fierce pride, were unaffected.  A few weeks before, such gross indignities, as Mark 1 now inflicted upon her, would have been met with the most violent retribution. Tonight, Diana felt the same resentful fury she would have felt then; her right arm twitched eagerly to punch the bitch out.

"Oh I'd like to mop up the floor with this little bitch!" Diana seethed in silent fury. Yet, she was constrained by her idolatrous love for her clone husband to humor the idiosyncrasies of his guests no matter how bizarre. It was only by the greatest act of indomitable Amazonian will, that Diana gulped down her fury and disgust, and restrained herself.

Any sense of modesty she might have possessed, drowned in several double bourbons, Mark 1 boldly pulled her own dress off. As might have been guessed, her slim figure was naked beneath the gown.

Diana gasped in shock and disgust. "Oh, the depraved hussy!"

Now naked herself, Mark 1 proceeded to remove the last tiny shred of dignity remaining to the haughty Amazon Princess. Bound by her husband's injunction to be agreeable to his guests, Diana quivered helplessly in repressed rage, as she endured this horrifying affront to her Amazon dignity.

Having disrobed the beautiful hostess, Mark 1 pushed the nearly naked Amazon Princess down on the floor of the runway, as Diana protested nervously.

As Mark 1 pushed the reluctant Amazon down on the runway, Lex excitedly nudged Mark 2 in the ribs. "Wow! some girl-girl action!" His obsequious clone creation, eager to curry favor with his own master, smiled complacently at his sniffling wife's mortification.

Mark 1 climbed atop Diana, and a moment later, she attacked the other girl's beautifully contoured genitalia with her lips and tongue.  Diana was appalled by this brazen, unnatural, perverted  violation of her enticingly lush charms, so at odds with her high-minded Amazonian morality. Yet Amazon devotion to truth compelled the reluctant Princess to silently admit that, hateful as it might be, she was powerfully aroused by Mark 1's sharp, little tongue in her pussy. An Amazon's sense of fair play and justice compelled Diana  to return the favor, although the fact that Mark 1's slim steely thighs might have broken her neck, otherwise, may have hastened her decision.

By the time Mark 1 brought her reluctant Amazon hostess to a shattering orgasm, the evening was rapidly drawing to a close. Master Lex, who believed the way to world domination, was 'early to bed and early to rise,' was beginning to yawn.

As Lex and Mark 1 prepared to leave, Mark 1, perhaps still under the influence of more bourbon than was wise, threw her arms around  her fellow clone's neck, plastering her hardly concealed charms against him, and sneered sarcastically. "Nighty, Night, MASTER STEEVEE!" before she kissed him hard on the mouth, not unaware of the effect the kiss would have on his jealously adoring wife.

Diana tensed furiously, ready to spring like a tigress defending her mate, but managed to control her fury. "Oh I'm sure Master Steve must be embarrassed enough by that bitch, without having the party spoiled by a brawl!" She told herself, naively unaware of men's love of a good catfight.

Lex quickly hurried his somewhat inebriated clone, Mark 1, out the door. If it wasn't so far past his normal bedtime, he too might have enjoyed the spectacle of Mark 1 and Diana rolling and clawing in shrieking disarray, on the floor.

As they walked down the drive to Lex's automobile, the evil scientist chuckled. "I told you, you'd have a good time, Mark 1! That was a most enjoyable demonstration you and Wondy put on for us!"

"Yeah! You were right, as always, Mater Lex!"  Mark1 replied with a satisfied smile. "I did have a real good time, and that bimbo IS very talented with that big mouth o'hers! Course it took a little coaxing!"

Inside the house, the host and his adoring bride undressed for bed. Diana sniffled. "Oh Master Steve, that was terrible! How could that awful, I'm sorry, I know she's your colleague, but really! How could that woman do such things with another girl? It was sooaa disgusting!"

"You did look like you were enjoying it, though, Angel!"  Master Steve chided his indignant bride.

"Oh, Master Steve, I could never enjoy it with anyone but you! You know that!"

The tall, raven haired beauty sank to her knees at his feet, coyly touching her husband's body in an intimate gesture she knew always turned him on.

"Oh, if you think I've been bad, maybe I should get a spanking, tonight, Master Steve! That's what bad girls deserve!" Diana whispered seductively.

Arriving home, Mark 1 had much the same reaction to her little sapphic interlude as her reluctant partner. "Shit! Getting it on with that little Amazon minx made me horny as hell! Guess maybe I'll get the twit down from the ceiling!"

Some months later...Is the Honeymoon over?

 A very pregnant Amazon Princess hopefully brought her adored spouse a tub of popcorn, as he watched television.

As the sad mother-to-be, waddled back to her chores in the kitchen, rubbing her aching back, she sighed pathetically at her lord and master's preference for a teevee football game to her own charms.

This is the end of Clone War 3, Newlywed Dinner Party, but our story will continue at a later date, in Clone War 4, In-law Trouble.