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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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Kate began choking as Flynt shoved himself deeper down her throat, letting his manhood rest on and past her tongue. Her eyes began to water and she tried to struggle but was held down, helpless, as Giuletta massaged her bald scalp, letting gentle fingers trace down the length of her spine towards her gaping asshole.
Air penetrated her, teasing her broken sphincter, sending her shivers all through her body and renewing the pain that radiated from her feet, her back. There was nothing she could do, her tongue slathering the cock in her mouth with saliva – an action that her rapist certainly enjoyed.
She wanted to fight but couldn't, couldn't bite, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything – no longer a hero, no longer an Avenger. There were tears trickling down her cheeks, the taste of her own ass strong in her mouth despite the cleaning Flynt had given himself. She was blacking out when he finally pulled out of her, letting her suck in a single breath before thrusting back inside her.
“She's so warm and soft,” Flynt grunted, pulling out, pushing in. Katie kicked, every movement sending agony through her from her wounded feet. She strained as hard as she could against the ties on her wrists but they held, her back aching, every part of her feeling weak and useless.
“How did you ever consider yourself special?” Giuletta whispered, her breath hot against Katie's ear as Flynt increased his pace, his breathing becoming erratic. “How could someone like you ever imagine that you were a hero?”
Giuletta pushed on Flynt's hips with one hand, forcing him out of her mouth, while the fingers on her other wrenched Kate's face up just in time to catch her rapist's cum. The older woman laughed as Flynt backed away and Kate's head dropped, she gasping for breath, her mouth still held open by the small devices that Madame Masque had put inside of her.
“What tastes better?” Giuletta asked as Kate gagged. “Your ass or his cum?”
Katie coughed but could say nothing, couldn't even close her lips, couldn't find the strength to do anything but breath and sob as Madame Masque continued to knead her scalp and brush away the few strands of severed hair that still clung to her body like the final vestiges of a dying dream.
“She looks good like that,” Flynt laughed. “Do I get to have another go?” Kate struggled to raise her head and look through the web of semen that coated her eyes, blinking at the horror between that man's legs and saw that he was still erect, his manhood throbbing and red. She closed her eyes and hung her head, wretched and crying and weakly shaking her head, begging without words for the torture to stop.
“No, you do not get another go,” Giuletta said, her sweet voice at odds with all she had inflicted upon the former heroine. “I don't want her getting used to you, and you did fail me.”
“Yeah, because of her!”
“And you have had your revenge,” Giuletta hissed, her fingers clawing painfully under Kate's brow, forcing her head up, forcing her to look through the agonized haze at the man who had fucked her ass raw and left his seed in her throat and on her face. “Your punishment is to suffer without release. I suggest you leave now before I make things worse.”
Kate saw a flicker of anger cross his face, but whatever courage anger could bring was quickly smothered by fear as his eyes wandered to what was left of the heroine on the bed. He swallowed, nodded and holding himself as he stumbled out of the light and into the darkness.
“Oh, and Flynt? Do tell my guests that it is nearly time, and thank them for their patience.”
“I will, Madame,” Flynt called. Kate couldn't have seen him now even if she wanted to, not through the sticky strands of cum that covered her eyes. “And... and thank you for letting me... you know.”
“Rape the girl that humiliated you and treated you like a bitch?”
“Um... yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Thank you for, uh, letting me rape the girl that humiliated me and treated me like a bitch.”
“Good boy. Now, go get dressed. The swelling should go down sometime tomorrow afternoon,” Giuletta taunted. Kate heard a door open, then close, but she was no longer keeping track of where the sounds came from. The spasms that still claimed her kept her from paying attention to anything other than the pain. “How are you feeling, Hawkeye?”
Kate whimpered as Giuletta fingered her ass, then pulled out and came to sit cross-legged in front of Kate, putting her finger under Kate's chin and forcing her to look up.
In her other hand, she held a small teaspoon.
Kate wasn't sure where the spoon had come from. There was nothing special about it, the cup in it maybe a little bigger than her thumbnail, but Giuletta brought the cool metal to her face and it felt like a balm as it brushed her cheek, collecting the seed that had been left there.
Whatever comfort Kate might have prayed for was stolen, however, when Giuletta cleaned the spoon off on Kate's tongue.
“Let's not let any of this go to waste, Katie,” the sadist smiled. “Swallow it all down.” Giuletta forced the rapidly cooling goo into the back of her throat, then put the spoon down and massaged Kate's neck, forcing her to swallow, and then repeated the process.
Every spoonful chipped away at a little more of Kate's humanity, her self-esteem, her ability to think of herself as anything other than a victim. A hero would be able to save herself, Kate thought. A hero would never go through... go through this.
She sobbed as Giuletta smiled, patting her new clean cheeks, reaching her fingers into Kate's mouth and removing the devices that had forced her mouth open. She tried to close her aching jaw and whimpered again, swallowing by reflex, taking the last gob of semen down into her belly.
“W-why?” moaned Kate, unable to look the other woman in the eye. “W-why are y-you doing this?”
“Doing what?” Giuletta asked. “Breaking you? Having you raped?”
The older woman stood up and moved to the bed, unfastening Kate's wrists. Her arms fell limply to the sweat and semen soaked mattress and she tried to move them closer to her, tried to hug herself, but her shoulders were aching and both arms had gone numb sometime during her ass fucking.
“You tied me up, little girl,” Giuletta continued, walking around behind her. “Blindsided and kidnapped me. I've fought Iron Man, the real Hawkeye, the likes of Stephen Strange. And you, you little slip of a girl, decided... well. You're learning, aren't you? Come, get up. I want to show you something.”
Kate groaned and stayed still, then screamed as a cane slammed into her already aching ass.
“Do as you're told, you lazy child! Move!” Giuletta ordered, slamming the cane into Kate's ass. She screamed and spasmed off the bed, every motion a new kind of agony – pulling at her shoulders, dribbling down her hips, radiating up her legs from the soles of her feet. She put her glue fingers on the bed and tried to force herself up on arms that still stung like pins and needles and she wanted nothing more than to hide and hope to wake up in a happier life, but this was her reality and Giuletta wouldn't stop hitting her.
She eventually made it to her feet. Giuletta struck her thighs with the cane, driving her forward. Every step was agony and it took every last drop of her strength to keep from falling as she shambled towards a full-length mirror. She was weeping openly by the time she stood in front of it, no more than fifteen steps from where the bed had been.
“Hands at your sides!” Giuletta commanded. “No covering your dribbling little cunt or your tight little ass! At your sides! Good girl.” The last was a mocking coo, the cane a gentle brush that slithered up Kate's thighs to her core and, Kate saw with shame, came away glistening. “Enjoying yourself, little hero? You really are nothing more than a slut. You should thank me.”
“I'm n-not,” mumbled Kate, but Giuletta struck her ass and demanded silent and Kate was far too humbled to think about fighting back. Giuletta was standing directly behind her. The cane she'd been using to savagely guide Kate's steps was now brushing against her trembling thighs, sawing along her raw lower lips. The older woman's free hand had grasped Kate's breast and was mauling it.
“Look at yourself, little girl,” Giuletta taunted. “What do you look like...?”
And Kate looked.
She was used to looking in the mirror and seeing a hero. She looked good in purple. She kept herself trim and fit, kept her mind active. Her eyes were bright and she had an easy smile. Her hair was well cared for and shiny, her body toned, her expression full of sass and intelligence and curiosity. She carried herself with poise and grace, and even when she was standing still there was a charisma to her, a presence that drew attention. She'd led the Young Avengers. She'd stood up to some of the scariest people in the world.
Being a hero was the easiest thing in the world, or it had been.
The girl looking at her in the mirror was not a person anyone would have described as a hero. She looked dazed and lost, eyes glossy, cheeks puffy, mouth gaping open. There were trails along her face, tracks of mingled cum and tears, saliva drooling out of her mouth. Her body trembled and her shoulders were hunched, her glued hands hanging limply at her sides. Her hair was gone and she was naked, shaking, pathetic. She looked like an idiot victim, a shell-shocked sex toy.
Madame Masque's hand was all over her, tracing the edge of her hips up to hold up a breast and let it flop downwards as the cane sawed into her pussy lips, rubbing her clit, pulling her juices along with the long length of spry wood.
“You can't see it,” Giuletta said, “but your ass is gaping open and covered in red welts. So is your back and shoulder blades. Your lips and face are covered in cum. Not much of a hero, are you?”
“I... I...”
“You look more like a bald cum sucker,” Giuletta said. “Don't you?”
“I...” Kate bowed her head and started to cry again, but Giuletta brought the cane up hard against her cunt, causing a wet slapping sound that sent fresh waves of pain seeping through Kate's abused body. She whimpered and tried to crumble, but Giuletta held her up by the scruff of her neck, a shocking show of strength that reminded Kate of the person she had been.
“Don't you?” Madame Masque repeated.
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I...,” Kate swallowed her tears, remembering what Flynt had said when he'd been put in the position she now found herself in. “I... I'm a bald c-cum sucker.”
“Good girl,” Giuletta said, letting her go.
Kate fell to the ground and wept, every tear a leak through which a little of the hero she had been spilled out of her.

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Whew. So, that was dark. There is a way out of this that leads to a good ending eventually and it ties into that Reins of the Tomb Raider story that you can find elsewhere on this site. Comments, feedback, and the like will be responded to and discussed at this url: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/36931-metroid-the-bergman-affair-feedback-comments-and-workshopping/ Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it, and more to follow.
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