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Age of Villains	By : Masterdudemind Category: Marvel Verse Comics > no category yet Views: 10827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, the Avengers, Fantastic Four or Inhumans comics, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

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The first villain to cum inside of Ms. Marvel was the Shocker.
Kamala Khan offered no resistance as the quilt covered villain pushed aside the thugs who were reaching for her.
“Hey, back off!” Shocker snapped, “big dogs first!”
“Please, you don’t have to do this,” Ms. Marvel said, her voice almost completely overwhelmed by fear.
“No, but I want to,” Shocker placed his hands on Kamala’s shoulders, and forced the young woman to her knees. He slipped his cock free, and before Ms. Marvel could protest, shoved it in her mouth.
“Mpph! Nooph!”
Shocker sighed in satisfaction as he heard her muffled cries. Her oral skills were terribly lacking, but Shocker didn’t care about that. He had his cock shoved down the throat of a heroine, what could be better?
He bobbed Ms. Marvel’s head back and forth for a few minutes, chuckling as she gagged and tried to pull away. The taste the smell, the humiliation, all of it must have overwhelmed the young woman.
But Shocker released her, after a few. He didn’t want a simple blowjob.
Somone had placed a yoga mat behind Ms. Marvel, so all Shocker had to do was give her a shove, and she was on her back, ready for action.
“This isn’t right, you know this!” Ms. Marvel pleaded.
“I don’t care,” said Shocker. He never stopped to reflect that rape and sexual assault were never really fantasies of his. He also never thought about how Sinister Minister might otherwise be using his powers.
Instead, Shocker placed his cock at Kamala’s slit, and stopped only long enough to memorize the look of horror that came across her face. The look of defeat, the tears and expression of disbelief, all of it was the sweetest thing Shocker could remember ever seeing.
He pressed inside slowly, watching the pain and horror build with each inch that his cock sank inside of her.
“Nononono,” Ms. Marvel wept.
“Oh hell yes,” said Shocker, as he began to pound inside of her. As he fucked her pussy, he pulled his mask up and began to suck on her right breast. He teased the nipple with her tongue, and felt a certain sense of accomplishment when her nipple became hard.
“What a slut,” Shocker moved to her other breast, still sawing inside of her pussy, “you get off on being treated like a whore, don’t you?”
“Shut up!” Kamala snapped, still sobbing. Having never much experimented by herself, she was struggling to make sense of the few beads of pleasure that Shocker was causing through her body.
Worse, while the villain raped her, a crowd of men had gathered, to cheer him on.
“Show that slut who’s boss!”
“She likes it, man!”
“Damn, this is the best video ever!”
Without being told, Ms. Marvel knew that her suffering was being recorded for all time. And it had just barely begun.
“Here it comes, baby,” Shocker smiled. He knew he could hold out longer, but he also knew the man who’d come next.
“No, no!”
Kamala gasped when she felt Shocker’s cum splash inside of her. Horror overwhelmed her mind, as she realized that her first rape had been fully completed. And it would no doubt be the first of many.
“Hell yes,” Shocker sighed, “never thought about nailing a superbitch, but damn glad I did.”
“Alright, Quilt boy, you had your fun,” said a new voice, that Ms. Marvel didn’t recognize, “time for the real men to have at it.”
“Kiss my ass, bug boy,” Shocker said as he stood up.
Kamala simply laid there, too stunned to move. That was, until she saw who had forced his way to the forefront, with a sadistic smile on his face.
Mac Gargan, the Scorpion, wearing his infamous green armor, stood over Ms. Marvel like a cat standing over a mouse.
“Ya know, I fought the original,” Mac reached down, and grabbed Kamala by the neck. He lifted her up to eye level, “you don’t impress me as much as she did.”
“Kiss my ass,” Ms. Marvel managed to force out, just barely louder than a whisper.
“You know, when I’m done with you,” Scorpion gave Ms. Marvel a knowing smirk. He then nodded to his cybernetic tail, the end of it looking much akin to a giant light bulb, just over his shoulder, “I’ll have destroyed that ass.”
For a terrible moment, Kamala realized what the Spider-man villain intended.
“No, don’t, you can’t!”
Ms. Marvel struggled and squirmed, and tried to reach inside her mind for her powers. But Sinister Minister had locked them away too well. And without them, she knew she would never break Scorpion’s grip on her neck, let alone stop him.
“Why so worried?” Scorpion said, “aren’t you a shape shifter?”
Scorpion willed the end of his tail, and placed at Kamala’s squirming ass. It had been modified, made smaller, and weapons removed. No longer a weapon of battle, but now of humiliation.
And certainly too big for its intended destination.
“You’ll survive.”
“Noooo!”
The scream was ear-piercing, but Scorpion didn’t mind He’s heard, or caused, worse.
He just focused his concentration, pressing his tail against where he estimated Ms. Marvel’s ass to be.
But fine tune control over his tail wasn’t something Scorpion practiced much. Each time, he tried to reach Kamala’s ass with his tail, it slid of the brown cheeks of Ms. Marvels ass.
Gargan made several attempts, before he gave an embarrassed chuckle. He turned to the crowd.
“I’ve actually never done this before,” Scorpion said, with a wicked grin, “could someone, umm, guide me in?”
“Don’t please!” Ms. Marvel begged. Just the idea of what Scorpion had in mind filled her with terror.
“Hell yeah!” replied a man in a flannel shirt, “lets get this show started!”
The man grabbed the end of Scorpion’s tail, and pressed it against Kamala’s clenched, trembling ass.
“Okay, you’re lined up,” chuckled the man, “just straight on ‘till morning!”
“Much obliged, man,” Scorpion said.
“Please,” Kamala managed to gain control of her raging emotions, if only for the moment, “please don’t do this.”
Scorpion smirked, “Been planning this all week, kiddo. Ain’t no way I can not do it.”
Scorpion reached out to the cybernetic control he had over his tail, and willed it forward.
“Nonono! It’s too big!” Ms. Marvel begged.
And with anyone else, such a statement would have been true.
But Ms. Marvel was a shapeshifter, more powerful than most true, but essentially a shapeshifter. And while Sinister Minster had taken from her the ability to use her powers, he hadn’t changed her body in any meaningful way.
Which meant that she would survive what happened next, but not without a great deal of pain.
Scorpion’s tail started its slow march into Ms. Marvel’s once virgin anus. Just the first quarter of an inch spread Kamala’s tight hole wider than it had ever been spread before.
“Arggh! No, stop!”
Ms. Marvel kicked and struggled, but she had no leverage, no powers, no way of fighting back. Scorpion had her ass dead to rights, almost literally.
“Save your breath,” said Scorpion, “I’ve barely started. You ‘ll probably want to scream all the way through.”
Scorpion slowly willed his tail forward, reveling in how Kamala was nearly hyperventilating. Sweat beaded down her naked form, and her young breasts bounced up and down .
At half an inch now, the muscles in Kamala’s ass had been stretched so wide, that they might have torn in a normal woman. But the powers that enabled Ms. Marvel to embiggen herself protected her, in ways she never imagined, even now.
“Stop, stop, you’ll split me in two!”
Ms. Marvel’s head whipped from side to side, unable to believe what was happening. She’d never felt agony like this, and never imagined that she could be so debased.
“You’ll be fine,” Scorpion chuckled, “according to our big brains, you won’t even need a diaper after this.”
Scorpion willed his tail in a quarter of an inch deeper. Ms. Marvel’s ass spread even wider, her powers now the only thing keeping her out of danger.
“Take it out, I’ll do anything! Just stop, please, please!”
Scorpion, still holding Kamala by the neck, savored her suffering. After countless defeats by heroes and heroines, having one in his power, so utterly defeated, was intoxicating.
Scorpion’s tail sank in another quarter of an inch. Ms. Marvel’s powers were pushed farther than they ever had been before, and brought her to another level of agony.
“Powers have some draw backs, huh?” Scorpion smirked.
Ms. Marvel’s chest pounded, and though she was still in agony, her legs had gone limp, and she struggled to raise her arms.
The head of the tail moved with the speed of a snail, not helped by how Kamala instinctively clenched her ass, trying to keep it from traveling further.
Now an inch and a half inside of the young heroine, Scorpion chuckled as her struggles were clearly growing weaker.
“Bet you’re liking it now, huh bitch?” said Scorpion.
Ms. Marvel felt as if her ass was being split in two. Barely able think past the pain, she wished that it actually were splitting her like a log. At least then it meant this all might end.
Seeing Ms. Marvel’s struggles tapering off, Scorpion felt a little less joy from what he was doing. In fact, he feared that this might become boring.
So with his tail embedded in Ms. Marvel’s ass, he released his grip on her neck.
He took a moment to admire his handiwork. Ms. Marvel’s ass was perfectly balanced on his tail, while her feet dangled in the air.
Now it was her own weight that drove Kamala down onto his tail. And so exhausted and terrified from her ordeal. She was helpless to stop it.
“Please,” Kamala gasped, her throat raw from screaming, “you can stop this. Please…”
Ms. Marvel slid further down on the tail. Just enough to elicit a quick squeak as she slid down.
“I can,” Scorpion said, “won’t. Stop it yourself.”
Ms. Marvel clenched as best she could, but it was futile. She didn’t have the strength, both physically and emotionally. Especially when she saw the crowd that had gathered, watching in silent awe as she was raped, as Scorpion’s tail was forced into an ass far too small for it.
“If it helps,” Mac reached forward and flicked Kamala’s nipple. The distraction cost her another quarter of an inch, “your idol isn’t doing much better. Got wrecked by the Wrecking Crew.”
Scorpion watched Kamala’s eyes widen, and knew that he’d struck bone with his statement. She knew, instinctively, that it was true, that no one would be coming to rescue her. That there was no escaping what was to come next.
And to drill that point home, Scorpion grabbed Ms. Marvel’s breasts, squeezing them tight.
“I guess you got stung by the Scorpion,” Mac chuckled. And still squeezing Ms. Marvel’s breasts as if they were handholds, he pulled her down on the final length of his tail.
-Thunk!-
Kamala felt her bowels plop down atop Scorpion’s tail, how her ass expanded yet again, but then constricted, just a little. She was a smart young woman, and knew what that meant. She was now wedged onto Scorpion’s tail, like a ball-joint on a child’s toy.
“Damn, that actually worked,” Scorpion said, rubbing his chin as Kamala hung there, helplessly, her toes curled back, “and I thought they was crazy.”
Ms. Marvel made a pathetic mewling sound.
“Already speechless?” Scorpion said, “damn, we were just getting started. Lets see if we can’t get some more out of ya.”
Scorpion willed his tail back and forth, shaking Ms. Marvel’s limp form like a baby’s rattle. Her limbs swung wildly, but barely a noise escaped her lips.
“Damn, broke already,” Scorpion said with a wistful sigh.
“I suspect its shock,” said Sinister Minister as he strolled over to Mac and Kamala. He had a bottle of water in one hand, and gently tipped it in her mouth. Her throat horse from so much screaming, Ms. Marvel took it gladly, instinctively, “allow me a moment, and we’ll continue.”
Sinister Minister reached out with his abilities, and effortlessly invaded Ms. Marvel’s now traumatized mind.
He found her mindscape to be an empty wasteland. She had retreated so fully into herself, into the last refuge of her mind and sanity, that Kamala left nothing behind.
There was a vast, black darkness, and in the center of it was Kamala, dressed in her tattered Ms. Marvel uniform and clutched in a fetal position. Sinister Minister felt a degree of satisfaction seeing that. The young woman was hiding inside her own mind based purely on instinct, not a skill learned.
Which would mean returning her to the real world would be that much easier.
“Now now, my dear,” Sinister Minister watched as Kamala’s ‘eyes’ found him. She realized immediately why he was there, and the entire atmosphere became consumed in fear, “you have a show to put on. You can’t hide in here while everyone else is doing their part.”
Sinister Minister pulled at her mind, gently at first. Just to ensure that Kamala knew that she had no way to resist him.
“Please, don’t,” Kamala begged, “just give me this little peace, I’m begging you!”
“I’m sorry,” Sinister Minister’s smile said otherwise, “but we all have our parts to play. And yours isn’t done yet.”
With as much effort as it took to snap his fingers, Sinister Minister willed Kamala’s mind back to her body, back to her suffering. And with twice the effort, he put a mental block inside of her mind, to prevent another retreat like this.
Kamala’s eyes snapped open, and agony lanced through her mind. She was even more painfully aware of Scorpion’s tail embedded in her ass, and how she was little more than a fish on a hook now.
Or, more accurately, a pussy on a line.
“Get it out, get it out!” Ms. Marvel pleaded.
“Thanks, Padre,” Scorpion said. He turned to the crowd, still in awe of the terrible act they had witnessed. With a simple command, he willed his tail backwards, and Ms. Marvel was hanging in the air, her back parallel to the ground, while Scorpion’s tail was still wedged inside her ass.
“Stop! It hurts, no!” Kamala begged, as the pain in her ass spiked even higher.
“Alright, everyone,” Scorpion said. He motioned to Ms. Marvel, “see this? Anyone who thinks their cock is good enough to get this bitch off my tail, step right up. Her ass is obviously off limits, but lets see if there’s a cock big enough to take my tail in a fight, eh?”
“Hell yeah!
“Show her a real man!”
“Me first!”
Ms. Marvel couldn’t believe how the crowd roared their approval. Worse, men of considerable muscle were pushing their way to the front, all too eager to get a piece of her.
The man at the front of the line was easily six book, with muscles like watermelons and an anger at the world that was almost physical. The second Scorpion saw the man, he waved him forward.
“You look like a strapping bastard,” Mac said, “so you get first dibs, so long as you promise to be gentle.”
“Heh,” the man, known to his few friends as Doc (a joke on his first nickname, Mad Dog, or MD), “that’s a promise you can take to the bank.”
“Please, I’ve saved lives, I don’t deserve this!” Ms. Marvel begged, trying anything and everything to avoid what was certain to come next.
Doc said nothing, but gave her a grin laced with gold and undid his pants, displaying it proudly for the violated heroine.
Kamala knew her perspective was off, looking down her chest at the man’s erect cock, but that fact didn’t make what she saw any less terrifying. His cock was the largest she had ever seen (though up until now, Kamala hadn’t seen many), and as it stood erect, ready to violate her, in her heart, it was the size of a tsunami, ready to come crashing down and destroy her utterly.
“Here it comes, bitch,” Doc carefully stepped over Scorpion’s tail, and placed his penis against Ms. Marvel’s already violated vulva. He rubbed it across the opening of her slit for a moment, allowing the terror to build, before he lunged forward.
“Eee!” Ms. Marvel screeched The pain of her pussy being parted like the Red Sea didn’t hurt nearly as much as the pain that was radiating from her ass, but both cut Kamala deeper than she ever imagined possible.
“Oh hell yeah,” Doc chuckled as he sawed back and forth inside of her. She was perfectly tight, and somehow perfectly hit his idea of a heroine cock sleeve.
Though unlike Scorpion, he wasn’t as fond of the screams.
“Hey, someone want to shut this bitch up?” Doc said, “that mouth can do better things than scream.”
“No, no please donhmmph!” Ms. Marvel gagged, as the first man of many shoved his cock down her throat.
So humiliated, so terrified, the thought to bite him never occurred to the young heroine. But even if it had, Sinister Minister never would have allowed it.
And so it went.
Her ass wedged on the tail of Scorpion, Ms. Marvel found herself spit-roasted by man after man, swallowing more cum in half an hour than a whore would in a month.
And though Ms. Marvel wanted nothing more to simply let go, to disassociate her mind with her body, the blocks Sinister Minister placed on her mind meant that she was always in the here and now, mentally. She felt every second of her debasement, every inch of every cock and the taste of all the cum that slid down her throat.
Her only saving grace was that when the men stuck their cocks down her throat, they blocked Kamala’s view of the hover cameras that were recording everything.
$$$
Ava Ayala took the first seven rapes bravely. The men pounded her ass, mouth and pussy like there was no tomorrow, and Ava only allowed two tears to escape her the entire time.
She would have fought them tooth and nail, if she could. But Sinister Minister had placed powerful mental blocks in her mind, ones that made meaningful resistance impossible.
So when one bastard shoved his cock down her throat, instead of biting it off like she might have otherwise done, Ava simply offered no resistance as her throat was stuffed.
She muttered obscene insults in-between blow jobs, glared hatred at the men brave enough to meet her eyes.
And she would always remember when her courage broke.
She was being fucked by three men at once. A heavy, muscle bound biker with a thick cock was fucking her ass, a Maggia enforcer was sawing inside of her cunt, and a gangbanger was shoving his cock down her throat.
She had become a UN of rape, Ava thought bitterly.
“Hey guys,” said a voice Ava Didn’t recognize. Her view of the outside world was blocked by the man who was shoving his cock down her throat, “mind if I go next?”
Ava was stunned as she felt all three cocks inside of her go soft almost instantly.
“Hey, yeah, no need to wait,” stammered the Biker, “go right ahead!”
“We’re done, man,” said the Gangbanger. He raised his hands, begging for peace, “hey, have fun!”
When Ava saw who they were talking to, she saw what had terrified them so.
Kletus Cassidy, the serial killer armed with a symbiote known as Carnage, loomed over White Tiger.
“Well now,” Carnage’s suit rippled in anticipation, “I guess it’s just you and me, Chica.”
Ava felt her heart pounding in her chest so hard, she feared she might break a rib.
Carnage was infamous for the amount of bodies he’d left strewn everywhere he went. Even with her full powers, Ava doubted that she was a match.
Her powers disabled, naked and after having just been used like a street whore? Ava knew she had no chance whatsoever.
“Chica means babe, right?” Carnage said, “I just paid you a compliment, not even going to say ‘thank you’?”
“Thank you!” Ava said quickly. She would later look back, ashamed at hw quickly her bravery had flipped to cowardice, to utterly terrified submission
“That’s better,” Carnage smiled, his teeth really nothing more than a row of spikes where his mouth should be, “now, just like you, I’m only here to have fun. Understand?”
Ava nodded, as her imagination began to run rampant, terrifying her with each breath.
She had no way of knowing that Sinister Minister had manipulated Carnage’s mind. It was the intent of him and his peers was for humiliation, debasement. Butchering heroines would have only created a martyr, someone for the beleaguered heroine community to rally behind.
But the fear and power that Carnage wielded was too much to simply leave unchecked. So Sinister Minister subtly saw his way into Kletus’ mind. With his telepathy and other skills, it was next to child’s play. Especially when all Sinister Minister really wanted was to redirect those murderous thought and impulses into sexual urges, and to entangle some mild disappointment and exhaustion when his thoughts drifted to murder.
It was as easy as changing the channel on a television.
Kletus, not a man of deep reflection by any means, simply thought that his new attitude was simply trying something new and liking it. What he did next was nothing more than a new hobby.
Ava didn’t, couldn’t know that. But she would learn that even when Carnage lacked the appetite for murder, he was still a sadistic monster.
Carnage willed his suit away from his face, and he flashed a pearly white smile at Ava, meeting her terrified eyes.
“Ain’t no point in fucking if just one is having fun, amirite?” Carnage said, “so try to have some fun with me, okay? It stops being fun, we’ll just do somethin’ else, okay sweetheart?”
Ava just nodded, her entire body rigid with fear.
“Good, good,” said Carnage, “so get over here and lets get started!”
Several tentacles lashed out from Carnage’s back, and wrapped themselves around Ava’s legs. Ava yelped as her ass was dragged over the pavement, only a few feet but still giving her a painful case of road rash, and placing her squarely at Carnage’s feet.
“I hope you don’ mind if I start basic,” said Carnage. The tentacles spread Ava’s legs as wide as they would go, but White Tiger barely noticed the pain, as Carnage drew back the suit frm around his cock, and began to lean down to fuck her.
“I want to start off classic, ya know?”
Ava felt her skin crawl, as she felt Kletus’ filthy breath across her naked breasts, and felt his cock at her pussy.
“That’s okay, right?”
Ava saw how Kletus looked at her, expectantly.
“Of course!” Ava said quickly, “please, fuck me you red beast!”
“With an invite like that, how can I refuse?” said Carnage.
Carnage’s first lunge knocked the air from Ava’s body, while her sore, aching pussy was expanded just a little bigger than she was comfortable with. Ava bit her lip, knowing that Carnage could make it so much worse.
The second thrust struck her cervix like a battering ram, and Ava couldn’t keep herself from crying out.
“Oh my,” Carnage said, doing his best to feign innocence. He leaned close, and licked a fallen tear from Ava’s face, “so sorry, I’ll be gentler. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m a selfish lover.”
Ava gasped, as she felt threads of Carnage’s alien suit slithering into her pussy, and began stimulating the insides of her pussy.
“Oh God!” Ava gasped, as her pussy was stimulated like never before, and she would later pray, never again.
“My buddy is a great wing man, isn’t he?” Carnage said, “now, where were we…?”
Ava could no longer control herself, weeping openly as her body and mind was assaulted with pain and pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt.
Carnage’s suit worked the folds of her pussy perfectly, as it teased her clit almost down to the pores. There wasn’t an inch of flesh left untouched.
And while her pussy was being overwhelmed, two thin tentacles made their way to Ava’s nipples and wrapped themselves around the tender buds. They completely circled her nipples, and began to massage and tease the sensitive bits of flesh.
Ava came close to cumming three times in as many minutes.
In fact, she might have been able to lose herself in the disgusting pleasure of what Carnage was doing to her, were it not for the terrible pain.
Carnage slammed his cock into Ava’s already battered cervix, and as he did that, three thin strands of his alien suit slowly pried it open. Before long, Ava felt the mad man’s cock simply hammering inside her womb, and it was as painful as it was disorientating.
Never had someone been so deep inside of her, nor should they be. Ava understood that instinctively.
And while Carnage ravaged her love canal, thin wires of his alien suit emerged from his chest, and lashed out with a –crack!- striking her breasts.
Carnage whipped, sucked and fucked her all at once, while holding her legs straight in the air, like some street whore.
“Having fun, babe?” Carnage asked.
“Yes, yes!” Ava snapped. She had no idea how this could possibly get worse, but fear that it might kept her compliant.
And the hover cameras caught everything.
$$$
Cassie Lang was over two stories tall, and was on her hands and knees, naked as the day she was born, with the exception of a domino mask across her face.
Cassie shuddered as she felt Mr. Hyde’s cock plowing into her ass, as Tombstone’s cock was shoved down her throat. Tombstone and Mr. Hyde had taken turns on which end they preferred to rape, and had cum in her so many times Cassie swore that she could taste the differences between their cum.
“Tombstone, my good man,” Mr. Hyde said, his erect cock still in Cassie’s ruined ass, “I must admit I’m a little…tired. I still have my gun, but I don’t feel as if the bullets can fire anymore.”
“Thought it was just me,” Tombstone chuckled, “yeah, that shot they gave us helped, but this bitch has completely drained my balls.”
Tombstone took his cock out of Cassie’s mouth. The Young Avenger coughed, trying to get the taste of his manhood out of her mouth.
“Please, just let me go,” Cassie begged. She was ashamed to admit it, but all she wanted to do was run away, to shrink down and hide away from the rest of the world, her teammates be damned.
“No can do,” Tombstone said, “I think we’ll just move onto phase two.”
“Phase two?” Cassie said, terrified.
“Oh, my dear, we have all kinds of plans,” Mr. Hyde took his cock out of Cassie’s abused ass, “now, I imagine that you’re thinking of shrinking down and escaping. Having any luck?”
Cassie shook her head. Try as she might, she somehow had forgotten the mental mechanism that allowed her to shrink down.
“Don’t worry,” Mr. Hyde grabbed Statue’s ponytail, and pulled her to a standing position, “this part should be easy.”
Tombstone and Mr. Hyde dragged Cassie down two streets, not far from where her teammates were being assaulted. They laid her on her back, taking up almost the entire street, and turned to the watching crowds.
“Hey everyone,” Tombstone smiled, “climb aboard! See what superheroine flesh really feels like!”
Cassie felt a new surge of revulsion as a wave of men and women rushed towards her, and began crawling all over her.
“Don’t even think of moving,” Mr. Hyde said, locking eyes with Cassie, “or what we do next will make what we’ve already done seem to be a kindness. Just lay there, young lady.”
Cassie had nothing, but she remained still, frozen. She only dared to blink, the clear the tears from her eyes, as the people crawling over her began to play with her body.
$$$
“Dude,” Billy Banks turned his head to his best friend, Richard Young, “if we don’t do this, we’ll regret it for the rest of our lives!”
“Hell yea,” Richard said, “we gotta get up there!”
Some helpful civilian had parked a firetruck at Cassie’s side. Billy and Richard joined the line, scrambling up it. Sooner than it took to tell, they were standing on the heroine’s stomach, standing in the shadows of her giant breasts
“Okay, now what?” Richard suddenly realized he had no idea what to do once they’d gotten up here. There were several gang rapes happening on Cassie’s stomach. One woman was shoved face first into the Young Avenger’s belly-button, as men fucked her pussy.
But he could be doing that on the ground level. Richard wanted to be here to do something epic.
“Now we have some fun,” Billy said, “lets head to the pussy.”
“Really man? Smells like a porn store,” said Richard.
“So what?” Billy said, “I’ve smelled worse, and there’s something there I want.”
Billy traveled down Cassie’s body, passing her pubic hair that was the height of tall grass, before finding his goal.
Cassie’s clit was the size of a fire hydrant. Billy sat down, keeping the love bud between his legs.
“Oh baby,” Billy licked his lips, “get ready.”
Cassie began to sweat, as she felt someone playing with her delicate bud.
Billy worked every inch of the love bud.
“Never thought I’d be giving a girl a handjob, ha!” Billy chuckled to himself, as he worked the oversized, sensitive flesh.
Cassie shuddered as a dirty orgasm shot through her, her entire body quivering.
“Damn,” Richard said. He was standing in the middle of Cassie’s pubic hair, and hated the fact that his friend was showing him up. But then he looked at the pussy hair surrounding him, and an idea came to him,
“Lets see,” Richard grabbed one of the enlarged hairs, and wrapped it around his wrist. He set his feet, leaned back, and started to pull.
It took a few minutes, but then…
“Arrgh!” Cassie screamed.
“Hey, what’d you do?” Billy said, looking back at his friend.
Richard held up an enlarged strand of Cassie’s pussy hair.
“Nice, man!” Billy said, “you keep doin’ it, I’ll keep up my work!”
Cassie could scarcely believe what was happening. Someone was playing with her clit, while someone else was pulling out her pubic hair, one strand at a time.
“What a scene,” Mr. Hyde said, watching it all, “but it needs a little something more.”
“What ya got in mind?” said Tombstone.
“You’ll see,” Mr. Hyde carefully stepped over Cassie, and to where her teammates were being assaulted.
So focused on raping the women, the giant Mr. Hyde was actually ignored, until he reached down, and carefully plucked Kate Bishop, Hawkeye, from the middle of her gang rape.
“Hey, what’s the big idea!” one man demanded.
“So sorry, gentlemen,” Mr. Hyde said, “I just feel there is a better place here for Hawkeye.”
“Please,” Kate Bishop felt as if her ass and pussy were on fire. All she could smell was the cum she’d swallowed, or that was plastered across her face, “don’t give me back to them, I’ll do anything. Have some God damn mercy, please…”
“That’s not what today is about,” said Mr. Hyde, a sinister smile on his face. He turned to Cassie, “my dear, I see no reason for you to suffer alone.
Mr. Hyde gently placed Kate Bishop between Cassie’s massive breasts. Cassie’s giant eyes met those of her friend. Statue had long admired Kate Bishop, for being a hero without powers, for her personal skill and strength.
Seeing her on her hands and knees, emotionally broken, was just as painful as Mr. Hyde and Tombstone’s rape.
Kate wasn’t alone long. A man came up from behind her, unzipped his pants, and slid his cock inside of Kate’s well used asshole.
Kate’s gang-rape continued, now being held between the breasts of her best friend. Those waiting their turn leaned back against Cassie’s giant tits.
And, of course, while this was all happening, Billy and Richard never stopped their assault on her lower regions, assaulting her clit while the other removed all her pubic hair.
Mr. Hyde watched in amusement, as daughter of Scott Lang, was mobbed, men and women swarming over her like ants on a picnic.
$$$
Shocker strolled over to where Tiger Shark had dragged Ms. America.
America Chavez spat every insult she knew at Tiger Shark, as the man sawed in and out of her pussy. She might have been able to stop a normal rapist, but Tiger Shark was just as strong, if not stronger, than her.
“Been a while since I’ve been able to have a good, long hard fuck,” Tiger Shark smiled, licking his sharp teeth, “so I intend to enjoy this.”
“I’ll…ugh!...try to pretend your cock actually fits!” America said.
“It is kinda tight,” Tiger Shark said.
Tiger Shark pressed Ms. America against the ground, and then stopped holding back. He slammed his cock into Chavez like it was a battering ram, and the force of it left her breathless, stammering.
“Oh yeah,” Tiger Shark said, watching as she struggled to catch her breath, “not so smart now, huh?”
Ms. America couldn’t breathe, but she could still think. So she raised both hands and flipped the Shark, The Bird.
And she kept doing that, as Tiger Shark fucked the breath from her. She barely gave much thought to escaping, knowing that Sinister Minister had planted some sort of telepathic command in her mind.
Plus, escaping without her friends wasn’t an option.
Ms. America didn’t know how much time had passed, as Tiger Shark fucked her, but she felt a small amount of relief when she felt him tighten, and then cum inside of her.
The feeling went beyond disgusting, but at least it meant he was done with her.
“Damn, been far too long,” Tiger Shark said, as he picked himself up. Ms. America was too exhausted to even try to stand, “good for you too?”
America opened her mouth to say something, but Tiger Shark just laughed.
“Ha, just kidding!” Tiger Shark said, “I don’t give a fuck. But maybe round two does.”
Round two? Ms. America thought, just seconds before two giant hands grabbed her hips, and picked her up.
“Don’t know why I have to get sloppy seconds,” said William Taurens, AKA, Man-Bull. He was every bit as huge as his name implied, and Ms. America found, to her complete horror, just as hung.
“Because once you’d split her, I’d barely feel anything,” Tiger Shark replied.
“Fair enough,” Man-Bull grunted.
“You even think it, and I’ll beat you to death with your cock later,” Ms. America hissed.
“Babe,” Man-Bull growled, “you won’t even be walking later.”
Man-Bull pressed Ms. America’s slit against his cock, and slowly wedged his way inside.
Ms. America grinded her teeth, and tried to promise herself that she wouldn’t scream, that she wouldn’t cry out, but that wasn’t an oath she was confident she could keep.
Just the tip of Man-Bull’s cock was pressing inside of her, and already America felt as if she were giving birth, only in reverse.
She looked down at her stomach, and could see Man-Bull’s huge cock as the tip pressed past her clit, and sank deeper inside of her.
Ms. America felt as if she were slowly, precisely, being torn in two.
Where Tiger Shark was angry and brutal, Man-Bull was slow, agonizing and relentless. He was splitting her in two, and he was damned well going to take his time.
Once his cock bumped into her sore cervix, Ms. America expected him to start pounding into her, to charge forward like his namesake.
But instead, he slowly withdrew, and it was just as painful as him entering her. Her muscles, already stretched to the limit, cried out as they assumed their natural position.
“Slow rider?” Ms. America forced herself to sound dismissive.
“I prefer to savor this,” Man-Bull replied, “obviously, not many women can take me.”
“If it weren’t for that damned telepath, I’d be able to take you all down,” Ms. America spat. She once again raised her middle fingers at her assailant, “I’ll just have to deal with you later.”
“Well then, you worry about the later,” Man-Bull slowly slid America down his cock, “me? I’ma worry about right now.”
Ms. America kept her middle fingers raised the entire time. She remained defiant as she slowly bobbed back and forth, feeling as if her were slowly being sliced in two.
“God damn,” said a new, bestial voice. Ms. America looked and saw her third suitor, the Griffin, pacing back and forth, “hurry the fuck up, Man-Bull!”
Ms. America swallowed, and did her best to endure. She was literally tossed from one man to the next.
Griffin caught her in his giant paws, and raped her ass with his tail, while savagely fucking her pussy.
From there, it was back to Tiger Shark, who fucked her into the ground, literally cracking the pavement before being raped by Man-Bull again.
America Chavez remained defiant, the entire time, flipping them the bird, cursing and never once considering surrendering.
“Fuck you!”
“You call that anal? I have dildos tougher than you!”
“Have you started yet?”
The only time she shut up was when she being spit-roasted by Tiger Shark and Griffin. Her feet dangled off the ground, as she swore she could feel Tiger Shark’s cock scratching her tonsils. Trying to distract herself, America noticed a new player approaching, strolling across the street to them.
It was the quilt dressed villain known as The Shocker, a second stringer Ms. America would never have given the time of day. Hell, even now, being raped by muscle-bound morons, she barely regarded him as a threat.
“Hey guys,” Shocker said, “I just had a chat with our organizer, Sinister Minister. He said that you’re threatening our time table with Ms. America here, and sent me to help move this along.”
“You?” Man-Bull snorted.
“Me,” said Shocker, “Griffin or Man-Bull, I need one of you to hold this chica up by her wrists. Don’t worry, you can still play with her when I’m done.”
“I got this,” Griffin grabbed Ms. America by the wrists, and held her in front of Shocker like a prized piece of beef.
“Think you can do worse than these assholes?” Ms America actually chuckled, “bring it on, Quilt man.”
“It’s Shocker,” Herman replied. He began to adjust to knobs on his wrist blasters, “do what these toys let me do?”
“Not look like a total moron?”
“Close,” Shocker finished adjusting, “they shoot concussive, vibrational force. Can tear an armored car in half.”
“I’m a lot tougher than an armored car,” America sneered.
“I’m aware. All your body tissue is, as a matter of fact,” Shocker leveled his gauntlet at Ms. America, “but few people know, that my gauntlets have two settings. The second, conductive, I use for casing a joint. Send out a few tuned vibrations designed to peacefully travel through matter, a special computer program designed by Tinkerer, and you have the entire layout of a bank just by walking by.”
“So what?”
“So what if I hit you with conductive force, at the power level usually reserved for concussive force?” Shocker asked, “I think the world would like to know.”
Shocker felt a certain sense of satisfaction when he saw the look on America Chavez’s face, as she realize what he intended to do.
Shocker aimed his gauntlet at Ms. America’s abused pussy, and let the first blast cut through the air.
“Gawwwd!” Ms. America screamed, as the energy flowed into her pussy, like a river into a lake, and from there traveled outward.
Ms. America felt it in every inch of her body, in her stomach, in her teeth, in her bones.
The orgasm blasted past mind blowing and well into mind splitting. It was like being tickled by a stranger, only a thousand times worse. The feeling was so intense, Ms. America was left dizzy, barely able to think.
She was left gasping, struggling to breathe as she hung helplessly in Griffin’s paw.
“Got anything smart to say?” Shock asked.
Ms. America remained silent, her lungs still struggling for air.
“Damn dude, what’d you do?” Griffin said, “we been fucking her for hours, and she barely shut up the entire time!”
“A little trick with my gauntlets,” Shocker replied, “I stimulated every pleasure center in her body, all at the same time, all at maximum.”
Shocker smiled at Ms. America.
“Was it good for you too, baby?”
Mac took a few quick breathes.
“Fuck…”
Shocker fired his gauntlets again.
Like before, pleasure tore through Ms. America’s body, and her mind, like a tsunami. She was coming from her nipples, her clit, her pussy, her ass, her toe nails, her teeth, anywhere and everywhere. She came with such force that she couldn’t even think.
America Chavez arched her back and pressed her breasts skyward as she struggled to comprehend, let alone deal with, the enormous please that was flooding her body. Never before did she even think that it was possible to get a migraine from an orgasm, but here she was.
So much pleasure, at such a powerful level, made Ms. America fear as if she might lose her mind. She struggled to form a single thought, to even remember that she’d just been stripped and raped, but it was nearly impossible.
In so many ways, it was like being caught in a typhoon of orgasms. Only instead of going from point A to point B, she went from A to G, to B to P to every which direction. Every inch of her body registered enough pleasure to make her cum, and Ms. America’s mind could barely understand it. So much feeling, so overwhelming, an instinctive part of Ms. America feared as if she might lose her entire self.
When Shocker disengaged his gauntlets, Mac sucked in a breath of air, and simply lay there on the ground, limp. The tears flowed more freely than before.
“Now,” said Shocker, “are you going to behave?”
“Yes,” Mac said, softly, without a trace of defiance.
“Good,” said Shocker, “then just one more for the road.”
“Wait, God, please don’t…!”
This time, Ms. America didn’t scream. She didn’t have the voice left.
“Okay boys,” three minutes later, Shocker strolled over to the trio of animal themed villains, “she’s all yours.”
“Sounds like you broke her,” Tiger Shark huffed.
“She still has three tight holes,” Shocker replied, “what, jealous I did in ten minutes what you couldn’t in three hours?”
“He’s right,” Griffin strolled over to Ms. America, and picked her. She was as limp as a noodle strand, but still conscious, “bitch is well done.”
“You said something about a time table,” Man-Bull said, “they gonna tell us when we need to finish up? Hate to be blue balling with this bitch.”
“Apparently, that’s up to the Times Square crew,” said Shocker, “we still have plenty of time left, don’t worry.”
“Just keep having fun.”
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