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

Using the power of the alien DNA implanted in her at her creation, the evil Clone, Mark 1 beat Mighty Queen Hippolyta to the floor. Before the Queen could retaliate, or even rise, Mark 1 grabbed her by a painful two-handed grip on her hair and dragged her to her feet.

As Mark 1 hauled the Queen to her feet, she kicked her in the chest, her foot landing squarely between Hippolyta's mountainous breasts, with a force that nearly paralyzed the huge woman's heart and lungs.

Not letting go of Hippolyta's hair, Mark 1 began to swing the Queen around, quickly building up enough momentum to lift the enormous, brown haired Amazon entirely off the floor. Hippolyta found herself swinging through the air in dizzying circles. Involuntarily, the bravest of Warriors shrieked in distress.

When she was spinning faster than a top, with a supple twist of her girlishly slim, but unbelievably powerful body, Mark 1 flung the shrieking Queen across the room.

Queen Hippolyta landed with a crash that shook the house, in a painfully battered heap on the far side of the room.

In shock and daze, Hippolyta sat up. After her rude landing, the room still seemed to be spinning around, in those dizzying circles. She realized the tiny girl was as deadly an opponent as she'd ever faced.

The demonic Mark 1 reached out her hand and flippantly challenged the formidable Queen of the Amazons to a test of strength. Incensed by the clone's rash impudence, Hippolyta shook her head to clear it, and reached out to accept the challenge, as she scrambled to her feet.

On her feet, the Queen confidently exerted her strength, said by some to be greater than that of Hercules, himself. This brazen stripling might be quick and skillful, but she'd be no match for the enormous power of her own magnificently muscled form, Hippolyta confidently reasoned.

To her mortified amazement, Hippolyta discovered the dastardly clone could not only match her own incredible strength, but counter it with a power that overshadowed the Queen's own fabled prowess. In moments, Mighty Hippolyta was bent backward like a fragile reed in a strong gale. Hardly seeming to strain, Mark 1 kept up a volley of taunting sneers, as she toyed with her huge foe.

To her anguished dismay, Mighty Queen Hippolyta, never bested in a test of strength in her long life, was, this day forced to her knees by the tiny slip of a girl, whose head barely reached her formidable and shapely bosom.

Once she forced the Queen to her knees, the evil clone struck again, diabolically, at a most vulnerable target.

Transfixed by the pain in her shapely bosom, and the shock of finding herself forced to her knees, Queen Hippolyta crouched at the gloating clone's feet, seemingly unable to move.  In horror, the Mighty Warrior had come to fear she was no match for this tiny, arrogantly sneering girl.

Before the stricken Hippolyta could gather her wits to defend herself, the clone, snakelike, wrapped her slim body around the Queen's mighty form, and slid her sharp claws inside Hippolyta's fragile silken bodice. Unnerved by her foe's incredible strength and seeming invulnerability, for a moment, the Queen hardly thought to defend herself, but wailed fearfully, at the fierce pain in her gloriously rounded breasts.

As Queen Hippolyta helplessly shrieked in pain, the clone, unaccountably, leaned forward and cut off her cries with a hard kiss on the mouth.

The odious sexual connotations of the kiss alarmed the virtuous Queen even more than the frightful pain in her bosom. She lunged forward to escape. She knew now, that somehow she must find the strength to defeat this vicious girl, or the consequences would be dreadful.

In desperate realization of the clone's perverse intent, the Queen scrambled away, and stumbled to her feet knowing if defeated, her fate would be such as no Amazon Queen could contemplate.

Resolutely squaring off against her diminutive foe once again, Queen Hippolyta replied to the clone's taunts with considerably more confidence than she felt.

Hippolyta's reflexes never so quick as those of the diabolical clone were now slowed by pain, and despite her brave words, and desperate resolve, she was unable to block a right cross to her eye.

The clone followed up the blow to Hippolyta's eye with several more incredibly powerful punches, that left the brave Queen nearly out on her feet.

Mark 1 wrapped her arm around the groggy Queen's waist and pulled her unresisting form closer, then drilled a deadly fist into her lower belly.

As Hippolyta doubled over and stumbled backward, arms dangling at her sides, paralyzed by the fearsome pain in her gut, the clone struck again, in almost the same spot, but even harder this time, if that was possible.

The second brutal belly punch dropped the stricken Queen to her knees in shock. Frightful sickening pain stripped away Amazonian pride and dignity. Hippolyta knew she was a beaten woman; she had nothing left to fight with. Unable to summon the courage to endure the pain and anguish of those deadly fists further, her resistance crumbled. Nearly sobbing in shame at her disgrace, she gasped her surrender.

Crowing triumphantly, the vicious, pitiless clone swiftly tore the Royal Crown from Hippolyta's head and the Girdle of Hera from her svelte waist.

As the dishonored Queen, sobbing in shame, knelt at her feet, Mark 1, with irreverent disrespect, buckled the Girdle of the Goddess, around her own slim middle, and then clapped the Sacred  Crown of the Amazons on her own head, at an impertinently rakish angle.