Chapter 4 - the king's dominance

They entered and put me on the bed, shackling my wrists to ensure I didn't float off. The room no longer resembled the one my husband and I slept in together. Everything was either red, green, black, or gold. A large portrait of Black Manta sitting in the throne that read "Power to the People" on the bottom hung over me on the wall.

"I heard a quote once", Manta's voice came booming from the far side of the room. I tried to look at him, but my massive gut blocked my line of vision. "That to truly conquer a man, you must conquer his woman." The water began to drain out the room, making me feel the immensity of my over weight.

"I have achieved my boyhood dream. I not only found Atlantis, but I conquered it. I killed the king and took his kingdom for myself. I remade it in my own image, created a utopia for MY people to call home. To thrive in. But my job still seems incomplete", his voice changed as he removed his helmet. "I conquered every spec of land Arthur Curry laid claim to. Except, for you."

I began to feel nervous as his bare hand slid across my stomach. "I intend to change that". He finally came into to view. He was completely naked. Manta was a physically impressive man: broad shoulders, strong arms, six-pack abs, a rock-hard d*ck bigger than any I had ever seen before; all wrapped in a glistening ebony package. Before the Manta-Men came to Atlantis, I had never seen people like him, let alone been with one. But despite him being the man who killed my husband and kept me as a prisoner for ages, I couldn't help but lust for him. I hadn't been touched by a man in so long. "I'm not attracted to white women, especially not ones the size of you. So I want you to know this is strictly a business measure, not for pleasure. I have no need or desire for a pig like you. You're simply property for me to conquer. But I'm gonna conquer the shit out of you like your husband never could"

And with that, he moved down behind my belly. Fatality and Black Mass returned to lift my belly and spread my legs. The fact that I was so fat that he needed help just to enter me made me quiver even more. I tried to hate it. I tried to remember the fact that he killed my husband. That he had my son. That he kidnapped me and turned me into a monstrosity. But as soon as his triton smashed into my clam, all those thoughts went out the window. The pleasure was indescribable; like nothing I'd ever felt before. I felt like he was going to split me in half as my body shook with the force of an earthquake. All of my dough bounced around as he thrusted into me. I didn't want it to end, but my climax hit me like a speedboat and I passed out shortly after.