A Little Attention | By : DrunkenSailor Category: Marvel Verse Cartoons > Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes Views: 13021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Janet couldn’t tell how long it was before she passed out from the pain. She had tried to hold out as long as she could, but eventually the sheer agony was too much for her. Brief memories haunted her sleep, glimpses seen through the glass of her prison as she’d suffered. The Mansion under assault by the Masters of Evil. Hulk and Abomination carried away by their own battle. Iron Man dogfighting with the Crimson Dynamo. And Captain America battling Zemo, seemingly unable to see her within the pendant the villain wore, no matter how much she tried to cry out to him. And through it all Hank was nowhere to be seen.
At least the pain was gone when she awoke, though it left a new variety of lesser aches in its place. She hung in her bondage now, her arms still pulled wide. Her head was resting on the clear wall of her prison, and to her dismay she found it was rocking back and forth, dangling over the ground. She forced herself to look up, and immediately regretted it. Her vision was filled with one of the ugliest sites in villainy. Arnim Zola towered before her, his giant projected face talking to someone behind her. “… and Stark has not been seen since. I suspect that it will be weeks before,” the face paused then, and Wasp felt herself cringe as looked down at her naked, displayed form. “Ah, it appears your new pet has awakened at last.” Wasp shuddered as she felt the monster’s gaze on her, wanting nothing as much as to cover herself right then. Even the ridiculous camera that sat where a head should be moved to look her up and down. Before she could overcome her revulsion enough to say anything, her world lurched suddenly. Zemo lifted the pendant prison, turning it so she could see her captor, and Wasp felt her heart sink. The Baron sat in a chair that was more like a throne, and in his lap rested the shield of Captain America. “Ah yes,” Zemo’s voice washed over Janet, and she felt herself shudder instinctively. “Time to put one new toy aside for another.” He lifted the shield, handing it to Zola. “Run your tests. And I,” he grinned under the mask, turning his full attention to the captive Wasp, “Will run some of my own.” “You’ll never get away with this, you old pervert!” Janet yelled out, straining against the cuffs, trying to hide the fear that was hammering in her heart behind false bravado. “You think you’ve won anything? When the rest of the Avengers get here, we’re going to see how badly that ugly face can get beaten in! And when I get out I’ll…” “Serve my own desires quite nicely, little girl.” Zemo answered with a subdued chuckle that made Janet’s skin crawl. “Zola?” “Yes, my Baron?” The scientist replied, turning as he was about to exit the room. “How small do you think Miss Van Dyne here could be, and still have her vicious little mouth put to… more pleasant uses?” The Wasp gasped, but a broad smile spread across the screen that served as Arnim Zola’s face. “Oh, I think perhaps one hundred centimeters? A little over three feet.” “What?” Janet yelled, looking up to Zemo with wide eyes. “You can’t!” Zemo stared back in reply. “Pendant, armbind position two.” Janet could feel the prison buzz to life against her naked back. “NO!” she screamed, as the machinery that held her arms trapped twisted, pulling them behind her body they drew her elbows together in a position that forced her to arch her back, her breasts now pressed directly against the clear glass of the locket. She tried to struggle, but the cuffs clicked together with her arms now bound together at the elbows and at the wrists. “Release.” And with that command the locket popped open and Jan found herself falling. The bondage remained however, with her arms trapped uselessly behind her, the position making it impossible for her wings to flap either. She tried to kick at the air, but her ankles were still bound together as well, and she had the sick sensation of falling helplessly. It lasted only a moment as Zemo snatched her from the air. “One hundred centimeters… let us see.” Clenched firmly in Zemo’s grip, Jan could see the torturous energy form around her, and then her world once again exploded in pain as Zemo took control of her powers. Every nerve was on fire as she grew in his hand, writhing in torment, his grip remaining firm as the effect finally wore off. She found herself kneeling on the floor, panting, held up by the grip of Zemo’s monstrous hand clenched around her throat. She opened her eyes and gasped. She may have grown, but Zemo still towered over her, even sitting in his seat. With a tightened grip he drew the diminutive heroine to her feet, lifting her by the throat so that she had to strain her toes for the floor. “Such a lovely little thing you are. I have been curious to see what… fun your particular powers allow.” Jan only answered with a hateful glare as she twisted her weight, hoping to at least break free of his grip. She strained, her pearly teeth clenched tight, but no matter how she twisted his hold was unrelenting. Zemo only laughed as he admired the motions of her bound form. “Ah yes, normally when you shrink you retain your full strength. But I’m afraid that wouldn’t do. I’ve made your might much more, shall we say, proportionate.” He drank in the look of fear that brought from her. “But now, let us proceed to your new tasks.” Wasp watched, her body going numb in horror as Zemo lowered his hands to the waist of his uniform, and she heard him beginning to unzip. A cold chill went through her, a feeling of helplessness unlike any other. He was going to rape her, and she couldn’t stop him. “No… no Zemo… please don’t…” was all she could say before he changed his grip, taking hold of her jaw, his powerful fingers pressuring her tiny mouth to open. She grimaced, trying to fight him, but the sight before her made her freeze in shock. Zemo pulled out his shaft, already erect from the joy of degrading the helpless heroine. Wasp felt her heart skip a beat. The man was huge. Larger than normal at least, even if she were her normal size. But shrunk down to three feet it seemed immense, and the thought of it in her made Janet shudder in terror. Zemo had no such dilemma as he pulled her into his lap, his fingers forcing her mouth open. Jan fought like mad to avoid the giant shaft aimed at her, her eyes closed tight as she strove to turn her head away, but it was useless, and with a muffled cry she felt the massive head drive through her lips. The Wasp found herself crying as the taste of the villain’s cock filled her mouth. His girth forced her jaws even wider apart, creating an aching pain as she tried to force him out. It was useless though. She wanted to bite down, to punish him for violating her like this, but forced this wide there was nothing she could do. Zemo wrapped his hand around her head, pinning her in place, just the head of his cock filling her mouth. “Come now little Wasp, I’m sure you know what to do in this position.” Zemo chuckled as he looked over his victim. She managed to look up, her teary eyes blazing with hatred, a look that went beautifully with her blushing cheeks. Grinning behind his mask, Zemo raised his other hand. “Here, let me encourage you.” With those words he brought his hand down, delivering a sharp spank to the Wasp’s shapely bottom. Jan yelped around her mouthful, her eyes wide and trembling now. There was nothing kind or playful about the spank. It was harsh and cruel and painful, meant as direct punishment. She cringed in further humiliation as his giant hand stroked over her skin, fingers tracing the cleft of her ass. She tried to protest, to cry out, to tell the evil bastard to stop, but all her words were muffled by the giant cock filling her mouth. To make things worse, she could feel Zemo swell, trying to push further into her, those cries pleasuring him despite herself. “You are not trying hard enough, my little slave.” The word made Janet cringe in anger and humiliation, the feelings only reinforced as Zemo delivered another cruel strike to her bottom. “Pleasure me, my dear, or I will find other uses for your tiny form.” Tears streamed from Janet’s eyes as she sobbed. Part of her wanted to give in, to try and please the man somehow, to do anything to get him to stop hurting her. She closed her eyes tight, pushing those thoughts back as best she could. She was an Avenger! She was no one’s slave! Her eyes opened with fierce intensity, and she shouted as best she could, trying to give voice to her denial as she tried to bite down on Zemo’s shaft. A dark chuckle came from the Baron as he watched the spirited heroine wriggle about in his lap, her attempts to hurt him more irritating than painful. “Very well my dear.” And with those words he pulled the Wasp off of his length, holding he up by the hair. The girl sputtered, coughing, shooting him a look of disgust. He smirked behind the mask and reached out to stroke her cheek. He gave her only a moment, and then that hand came to life, bringing the agony back to the girl in his lap as he returned her to her full normal height. Janet couldn’t help but tremble. She was naked, bound tight and helpless in the lap of one of her most dangerous enemies. As if in response she could feel Zemo stroking her hair. It would have been almost tender if not for her horrible situation, the sort of touch she had always wanted from Hank. But from Zemo is was a humiliating and condescending touch, reinforcing the word he had called her before. As if reading her thoughts the hand stopped petting her, and instead seized her hair, pulling her up. Janet couldn’t help but scream, and Zemo seized upon the opportunity, shoving something into her mouth. It was long and hard, and with dismay the Wasp recognized the shape all too well. Zemo buckled the dildo gag into place on his captive, a perfect replica of the shaft she had just had in her mouth. Wasp wanted to die of shame, a feeling that only became worse as Zemo explored her captive form, His hands fondled her breasts, ran over her soft skin, caressed her hips, her thighs, and gripped her pert bottom tightly, the skin already reddened by the spanking. Try as Janet might, she couldn’t escape those hands as they explored her body, pinching and molesting her. They continued over her body, her eyes widening in panic as his hand slipped between her legs, his cruel fingers stroking the bare skin of her sex. Wasp tried to scream, straining and struggling in Zemo’s grip, but he held her tight as his fingers parted her, and he forced his middle digit inside his captive. “Ah, very nice my dear. I see the giant man hasn’t ruined you.” Zemo grinned as he thrust his finger in, making Janet cry out again, weeping into the gag from the violation. He used the hold then, lifting her up by her sex and the fingers gripping it. She shook her head, wriggling helplessly, too exhausted from her torment to even put up much of a fight. He pulled her back, positioning her. His other hand undid the clasp on her ankles, and her lovely legs were freed as he spread them , her back to him, her knees on either side of his lap. He held her there for one more moment, then his finger left her folds, wrapped around her hip, and pulled down. Wasp screamed in despair as Zemo’s perfectly aimed cock pushed against her bare sex, her cry piercing as he drove into her, his shaft still seeming horribly huge despite her return to normal. Zemo held his captive tight against him, savoring the feel of her struggling form. “Yes Wasp, you are mine now.” He hissed into her ear, her blue eyes looking back, wide and terrified, tears rolling from them. She howled into the gag, the sound becoming a pretty moan. Zemo brought his hand to her breast, gripping her nipple tightly. His other hand caressed his captive’s hip, and then both tugged down cruelly, forcing his length into Janet. Her body arched as she screamed, the giant shaft filling her, feeling as if it was ripping her open. “The Masters of Evil are now your masters.”While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. 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