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Masque'd Hawk	By : HunterOpera Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Hawkeye Views: 8032 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You have lovely hair, Katie,” Giuletta said, her fingers tangled on the mass, pushing the strangled heroine's throat further onto the cock that was lodged therein. “Simply lovely.”
Kate sputtered, her body twitching as she tried and failed to suck in air through her nose. She was helpless - the things in her mouth keeping her teeth apart – couldn't fight with her fingers glued together – the aching pain from the arches of her feet screaming along her body with every twitch.
This was a hell she never could have imagined.
Giuletta said something else, some other taunt that Kate could not understand. Her hearing was tinny, her vision beginning to blur; her entire world condensed to the strong musk that invaded her nostrils, the curling hairs that tickled her lips, the heavy balls that slapped her chin.
When Flynt pulled himself out of her, she gasped, staring up at him – the two of them connected by the fear in their eyes and the mingled spittle and pre-cum strain that webbed from her tongue to his manhood. It was only a moment, a heartbeat, a long second in which she could see that he was just as terrified as she was.
Their connection was lost when she started coughing, heaping breaths that flooded her lungs with air and dribbled sticky fluids to the floor beneath her. She spasmed on the bed, held down by the casual grasp of her nemesis.
“Flynt, if you would be so kind...?” Giuletta asked. Kate watched his feet leave her line of sight, but she had seen past his bravado – he wasn't her enemy, just another weapon of the woman that held her down, one hand splayed on her shoulderblades, the other still stroking her hair.
She tried not to cry when she felt Flynt's head press against her rear hole, but her silence broke with the rest of her when the tip entered her. She screamed and whined, bucked against her bonds, shaking her head as his length ripped into her, he groaning as her ass clenched down on him.
“Fuck, she's tight,” gasped Flynt. Giuletta said something cruel that Kate didn't catch; all of her attention was on the penetrative agony radiating from her ass, an agony that found new peaks to aspire to as he rubbed himself deeper into her, pulled out and pushed in, pulled out and pushed in, pulled out and pushed in...
Kate wept, trying to hide behind her hair, but Giuletta yanked her painfully up so that their eyes met.
“Do you know why so many people in our line of work wear capes?” she asked. Kate was still too shattered to answer in anything but pitiful vowel sounds. “No, no, you stupid girl. It's the look of the thing. The drama. They look so majestic, don't they, heroes and villains alike.”
Kate whimpered as Flynt altered the angle of his pounding, cried out when he spanked her – the act and who was doing it hurting worse that the strike itself.
“Have you noticed that fewer people of our gender wear capes than our male counterparts?” Giuletta asked, massaging Kate's neck, running a single fingernail down Kate's spine, all the way from neck to crack. Kate shuddered, pulled, but there was no escape from whatever was coming.
Flynt grabbed her hips, forcing himself in deeper, and some small part of Kate wanted to let Giuletta know that her renewed screams were not an answer to her enemy's question. She shook her head as the woman who towered over her smiled.
“It's because so many of us have such long, lovely hair,” Giuletta whispered, lowering her face and nibbling on Kate's ear. Her fingers pulled on Kate's tresses, her fingers pressing down on Kate's scalp. “It's clear you love your hair very much. You've taken excellent care of it.”
Giuletta's fingers left Kate, then, abandoning her to the punishing length that was tearing into her ass, leaving her a sobbing mess. As she acclimatized to the pain, though, other details began to seep into what was left of her mind – and one of them was Giuletta taking a seat beside her.
Those hands were kneading her scalp again, pulling her hair long and straight while Flynt tore into her. Kate gasped when her neck was pulled back, her hair pulled taut and
snip
Kate screamed.
She thrashed anew, pulling against her bonds, howling until her raw throat felt like it would burst. Flynt spanked her, trying to settle her, but that humiliation was nothing compared to the pain that shot up from her feet with her every shaking moment.
It was only when she settled back in aching exhaustion that the sound repeated.
snip
Giuletta's hand was in front of her face, fingers opening like a rose. Long black hair fell from between her fingers, down to the floor, fluttering like discarded petals. Kate whimpered as Giuletta pulled her hair out, cutting it down to patchy inches, letting it trickle down below Kate's head.
Kate tried to plead, tried to beg, but Giuletta was merciless in her quest to find every last strand.
snip snip snip
A cascade followed, Giuletta sure to let every fistfull of hair drop in front of Kate so that she could suffer, knowing what was being taken from her.
When that was done, with her ass numb from Flynt's constant repeating invasion, Giuletta let an electric razor hover down in front of Kate's face. Her eyes followed the threatening pendulum, the insult of it as Giuletta kneaded what was left of her hair with relish.
“You look so much better now, I think,” Giuletta teased, her hands teasing the fuzz that Kate had left. “But not quite perfect.”
Giuletta pulled the razor up, snatching it out of the air, turning it on and letting it travel along Kate's scalp. Kate closed her eyes, praying for an ending to the constant pressure of her rear and the feel of the razor devouring what was left of her tresses, but there was no salvation to be found, nothing for her to do but accept this terrible thing that was being done to her.
She didn't know how long it took, was barely aware of anything when Giulettalet pulled the razor away. She did nothing as she heard something – shaving cream – being sprayed and massaged into her scalp, was a whimpering ruin when the straight razor was pulled carefully across her pate, down to her nape.
Her cries were soft and broken thing when Giuletta finally stopped.
“There we are,” Giuletta said, her fingers pinching the back of Kate's neck. The tormenting of her ass had become an empty feeling now, the muscles there contracting and cool and pained. She felt hollowed, empty, and she wondered if she would ever feel whole again. “One more thing, and then we'll go and take a look.”
Kate couldn't bring herself to look back and up at the woman that was towering over her, the monster that had reduced her from hero to this. Instead, she tried to look away, tried to bury herself, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her and let her die.
What now? she thought. Giuletta's fingers traced the length of her bald head, down her face, holding her by the chin and forcing her to look up. Flynt had pulled out of her, was presenting his cock to her.
She could do nothing when Flynt grabbed her ears and sheathed himself inside her mouth.
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So that's done, then. A few more chapters left on this one, which I'm hoping to cap off by summer's end. Any feedback on any of my stories is much appreciated, and will be responded to and discussed here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/page-14 Thanks for reading~!
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