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X-Conquest	By : supergo Category: Marvel Verse Cartoons > Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes Views: 9061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any The Avengers, Marvel characters or properties pertaining to Marvel. The story is loosely based on the Marvel comic books, but is not intended to be historically or canonically accurate. I make no profit from this story.

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The announcement of the auction sent the criminal and secret society underworld into a bidding frenzy. Never in the history of mankind had something like this ever occurred. Two high profile mutant women were to be sold as sex slaves for a single night apiece.
After the defeat of Jean Grey, I had basically the entire world at my fingertips. Through Professor Xavier’s mind amplification and the assist of Cerebro, I could find and enter the minds of any particular person in the world. Invading subject’s minds, I could control the levels of each and every emotion and feeling. And through the manipulation of their desires and senses, I had achieved almost complete mind control.
Taking over the rest of the X-Men was a simple task. Shortly after defeating Jean Grey, I had infiltrated the minds of every individual in the X-Mansion, drawing out their lustful desires. Storm and Rogue’s screams could be heard from the great room downstairs as they engaged in a wild gangbang. The X-Mansion had turned into an orgy fest.
On my own mind, there were some lingering goals that I wanted to achieve, some side projects that I wanted to complete. The relationship between humans and mutants had always been fickle. I had always wondered about the depravity of mankind, and the minds of normal men who were at the mercy of mutants. What would they do, if given the power to do as they will?
So I devised a plan that would execute my experiment. The rules were simple, the mutant could be used in any way for one night, as long as he/she is returned alive and in one piece. I added the promise that I would supervise the ordeal, ensuring the mutant would not retaliate or escape for any reason. An online poll was shortly released, asking for two names to be bid on separately.
Black Widow, aka Natasha Romanoff, was easy enough to find. A long standing member of the Avengers, the Russian spy was a favorite target among the top wealthy American businessmen, who longed to see her punished for exposing their unethical business exploitations. She resisted my mental assault valiantly before I finally broke her, utilizing the combined efforts of the other Avengers to brutally rape her.
Black Cat, aka Felicia Hardy, was more difficult to locate. I had only vaguely heard of such a person before she disappeared into the criminal underworld years ago, and I finally found her as the leader of a criminal gang. She was hauntingly beautiful the first time I saw her. I couldn’t believe my mind, so I brought her in to personally inspect and break her.
Felicia had a body that rivaled or even surpassed Psylocke’s. Her lithe, feline figure was almost impossibly proportioned, with long, shapely legs, curvaceous hips and breasts, a tight, slender waist, and that luscious platinum blond hair. There was a divine aura about her, the kind that instantly melted the hearts of men. She was, simply stated, incredible.
I broke her in like a bride on her honeymoon, peeling off her tight catsuit and exploring every part of her flawless body. There wasn’t a single blemish on her satiny, powdery white flesh. Her blue eyes begged for my cock as I laid her supine on the bed, spreading apart her long, slender legs.
Felicia was a wildcat in bed. I relished the sweetness of her bodily juices as I savagely fucked her like whore. I could still remember her primal screams of ecstasy, and the way her tight, svelte body convulsed as she climaxed again and again.
Black Widow’s bidding went first, and she came in at an astonishing figure. The winning bid was just under $900 million, and went to an undisclosed American business group. For one night of service, it surpassed the previous record by several times.
She was to be delivered in her trademark black spy outfit, handcuffed, to a specified location in central New Mexico. A few days later, she was there. A couple of security agents led her into the underground facility.
That night, the fun began. Professor Xavier and I sat at the head of Cerebro as we watched the scene unfold. Kitty Pryde knelt at the Professor’s feet, bathing his genitals in her mouth. She was a true pro cocksucker now, having accumulated plenty of experience.
Jean Grey straddled me, impaling herself on my shaft. She was intricately bound in shibari rope, her torso crisscrossed tightly. Her wrists were tied behind her back, attached to the torso rope. Her ankles were bound together with her upper thighs, restricting any movement. My hands clutched her waist, guiding her fully restrained body up and down on my cock.
Her green eyes devoid of the fiery passion she once had, the Dark Phoenix had been the star of the X-Mansion over the past month. She had been passed along like a whore, and just about every male had used her holes to their heart’s content. Still, her mutant vagina was as tight as it had always been. I grabbed a handful of her reddish hair and pulled her head back, exposing her slender bare neck. She moaned as she rode my cock fervently, her cunt juices milking me.
The large auditorium had seating for about 200, and perhaps half of the seats were filled. At the center of the stage, Natasha was shackled in an X-shape with her wrists above her head and her legs spread.
A man walked in and gave an introduction.
“Tonight, we come together to celebrate and to feast. You probably all know the mutant freak we have here before us. It’s the Black Widow,” said the man.
The audience jeered and booed loudly.
The man continued. “She has been the bane of each and every one of us, stopping us from fulfilling our American dreams to the fullest. Stopping our kids from getting the inheritance they deserve. She’s an enemy of the state, a Russian agent sent here to sabotage free enterprise!”
More jeers and boos from the roused audience.
“Go to hell, pig!” Natasha spat.
I frowned. A part of her wasn’t completely broken, apparently. I reached into her mind, flooding it with pain and subservience. Her defiance subsided and she fell silent again.
The man paused before I sent him a mental message, giving him the go ahead to continue. “So tonight, we’re going to pay her back for what she’s done. This is about sending a message, to the rest of the world and the mutant community. That we will stand up and retaliate!!”
The audience went wild, clapping and cheering as the man walked off to the side. Two assistants with scissors started working on the Black Widow, carefully cutting away her tight skinsuit.
Before long, the female Avenger was fully naked and exposed. A small trim patch of red hair covered her genitals, and the men carefully shaved it away as well.
Natasha looked away in shame as the audience gawked at her full nudity. The femme fatale’s body was extremely well toned from many years of physical conditioning in addition to her ballerina childhood.
The audience cheered and clapped as a familiar lady entered from the side, along with an assistant who wheeled out a table containing several objects. The gray haired woman was easily recognizable, as she was a presidential candidate from a few years back. She could have been made president if not for a few thousand votes during the election.
“Friends. Associates. You all know why I’m here with you all today. I’ve already forgiven what happened years ago, but I have not forgotten. This bitch,” she said, pointing to the Black Widow, “along with her country, has been a thorn in our side for too long. Tonight, she’s getting what she finally deserves.”
A roar of approval thundered from the audience. The assistant picked up an object from the table. It looked like a large black dildo, but with a flat base that looked like a mouthpiece. Prying Natasha’s mouth open, he shoved the dildo in and down her throat.
“Mmmmppphhh!!” Natasha screamed as her eyes welled up with tears. The helplessly bound Avenger gagged and thrashed violently about in her chains, but to no avail. A second assistant held her head firmly in place as the dildo was firmly duct taped to her mouth.
The old lady gave time for Natasha to settle down as her mouth accommodated the large protruding object that was partially stuck down her throat. She then retrieved something from the table - a heavy leather paddle with steel studs. Walking behind the bound assassin, she pressed it against Natasha’s bare, perfect ass.
Natasha closed her eyes and she felt the coldness of the paddle slide against her ass, waiting torturously for the inevitable. It came hard and fast.
WHHAAAP! Natasha gasped as the paddle struck her, her chains rattling as her body rocked forward from the blow. She hadn’t expected it to be so painful. Where did the the old lady get all that strength?
WHAAAP! WHAAP! WHAAP! The sounds of the female secret agent’s spanking filled the auditorium as the rest of the audience watched with arousal and interest. She proudly maintained her silence during the ordeal, not giving away any satisfaction to her captors.
After a couple more blows, the old lady was visibly exhausted. “I wish I still had my youth and vigor,” she said. “But fortunately, there are people I can count on to finish my work.”
In came a huge, muscular man wearing a black tank top. He took the paddle from the lady and went to town.
“Mmmppphh!” Natasha screamed as the first blow hit, her eyes opening wide with pain. The man used the paddle like a baseball bat, twisting his full body to give immense force to each blow. A cacophony of degrading insults erupted from the audience during the whole ordeal.
WHAAAACK! Each blow was so hard that Natasha’s entire body heaved forward, pulling on her chains. Her perfectly firm, round ass that she was so well known for was now a deep shade of red, with bloody marks and lines everywhere.
“MMMPPPHHHH!!” Natasha cried desperately as the umpteenth blow struck. Were they really going to spank her to death?
The answer was no. The large man was waved away as new assistants joined the stage. Black Widow hung slack in her bonds, her head down in pain and humiliation. The assistants unchained her, and a new set of chains were lowered down from the ceiling.
This time, her wrists were shackled directly above her head. Another pair of chains dropped in parallel, and the assistants lifted her legs so that her ankles could be shackled to them. The end result had Natasha suspended by her wrists and ankles with her back to the floor. Looking from the side, Natasha looked like a human swing set. A final shackle was clasped around her neck, and attached to a chain that came up from the floor. This prevented her upper body from any vertical movement.
The entire set had been custom designed for just this event, I realized. Makes sense given the enormous investment that was paid.
An announcement boomed from the speakers. “Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. An opportunity to fuck one of Earth’s mightiest heroes. If you’ll notice, the Black Widow is chained by her wrists and ankles. These chains are connected to a device, which when activated, delivers an electric current through her body. This causes her muscles to constrict, which provides for...pleasurable intercourse.”
To demonstrate, an assistant turned a remote knob. Instantly, Black Widow spasmed as the electric current ran through her body like a conduit. “MMMPPPHHH!!” she screamed in pain, still gagged by the rubber dildo. The audience cheered and whooped in unison.
The announcement continued. “When your number is called, come up to the front and grab a specialized rubber condom and a pair of rubber gloves. Enjoy!”
The first man came up, a graying man in his late fifties. He took off his trousers and slipped on the condom and the gloves. He positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance of Natasha’s exposed cunt, and penetrated her with a grunt. He gripped the back of Natasha’s knees for leverage as he thrusted in and out of her slowly, savoring the experience of fucking an Avenger.
Black Widow cried silently as the old man degradingly raped her in front of dozens of witnesses. She didn’t have time to think, however, as the electric current suddenly ripped through her.
Natasha screamed as her body convulsed in pain, all her muscles flexing and tightening involuntarily. The man grunted in pure ecstasy as the femme fatale’s vagina constricted tightly around his manhood. “Ohh yeahh bitch, squeeze my dick...” he said, tightening his grip on her legs. He pumped in and out her laboriously as she shut her eyes, biting down hard on the dildo in her mouth.
He came with a carnal yell after a few moments, emptying his seed into the rubber condom. Black Widow hung slack in exhaustion as the electric current was turned off, her face covered in perspiration. A flask was placed on a table nearby, and an assistant emptied the sperm out of the condom and into it.
Another person came up, an old, portly man. Black Widow’s chains were lowered to adjust for the man’s height, and he went to town. At the turn of the knob, her helplessly abused body involuntarily jolted back to life.
The raping of Black Widow continued on for dozens of rounds, until the flask containing all the various men’s sperm was nearly filled. Her body abused and tortured for hours, Natasha was now a sweaty mess. She hung limply in her bonds, all her energy and will drained.
The floor opened up beside her, and yet another contraption emerged. This one was a compact metal upright with a cushion on top. Two metal bars protruded horizontally near the top of the upright in a V shape. Black Widow’s defeated body was laid on top of the upright, her lower back supported by the cushion. Her ankles were tied to her upper thighs, which were then tied to the horizontal bars, spreading her legs apart. Her wrists were shackled to the lower part of the metal post, forcing her head and upper chest to be tilted back.
An old lady came up wearing a strap on dildo and peeled off Natasha’s duct tape covering her mouth, taking on the dildo that was lodged in Natasha’s throat for hours. Natasha gasped in relief, taking in cold, clean air into her abused, tired mouth. She didn’t have time to enjoy it for very long, however, as the old lady plunged her strap on dildo into her mouth.
Natasha gagged as the old lady’s unkempt crotch was at her nostrils. Between the Avenger’s bound thighs, the old lady’s husband savagely impaled her, thrusting his manhood into her abused cunt.
With her head tilted all the way back and her neck full stretched, the dildo visibly bulged out of her throat. The old lady traced its outline with her fingers, feeling the shape of the dildo under the captive Russian spy’s exposed neck.
The old couple impaled the restrained Avenger like a spit, sawing in and out of her cunt and mouth. The man eventually came, ejecting his sperm deep inside Natasha’s womb. Natasha coughed as the woman withdrew as well, her throat raw from being fucked.
Another pair came up, and then another. Male with male, male with female, female with female. The double penetration of Black Widow continued until everyone in the auditorium was satisfied. Natasha’s unrecognizable face was now coated with cum, even her hair had streaks of cum running down its red curly strands.
Now barely conscious, Black Widow was blindfolded and brought onto her knees, her wrists bound behind her. The men and women crowded to the front of the auditorium, staring as the once proud superheroine’s mouth was forced open. An assistant rammed a wide funnel with a long tube into her throat, and another took the flask filled to the brim with the semen of dozens of men.
I entered the Black Widow’s mind, calming her gag reflex as the assistant poured the semen directly down her throat. Her exhausted, abused body relaxed as she took it without resistance, swallowing every last drop in submission.
“Look at the slut go. Taking it all in like a champ,” one man exclaimed. All around, the wealthy businessmen and politicians came as they masturbated to her depravity.
One man came up and held his cock out. “Hold the funnel,” he said.
An assistant held the funnel steady as the man pointed his cock at its wide mouth, relieving himself. Natasha gagged reflexively as the hot, yellow urine drained into her throat. An old lady pulled her scarlet hair down, forcing her to take it all in. Another man came up and did the same. Then another.
Outside, the sun rose. I looked out of the window as the earth brightened, eager to start a new day.
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