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SHEENA, JANE AND BOMBA VOL 4.
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In the cavern of hell Sheena was again impaled on the stone cock of the Pygmy torture device. This time with the beautiful Jane bound up against her, back-to-back so that they vile audience could take in every inch of their lush breasts and perfectly formed torso’s. Those orbs were displayed even more prominently with the twine cords that had been wound about them so that they bulged outwards. The men looking on drank in the sight of Jane’s pert, enticing breasts with their pink nipples, while Sheena’s fuller cleavage quivered with every movement of her sculpted body.
Below their taught bellies, each stone phallus penetrated their spread woman-parts. Sheena’s and Jane’s whole bodies, even their hair, had been painted with the slippery oil that had so recently been used on Helga and Greta. It made the white women’s naked flesh glisten in the light of the fires, so they looked like two lovely Greek Goddesses who had been imprisoned by demons.
The two tribes wailed and chanted. Sweat ran down the bodies of the bound women as the heat from the great fires washed over them and made them squirm. Jane had cried out in pain as her shorter body was pushed down onto the massive rock shaft. The other prisoners were being made to watch from where they were tied in a row to a pair of long wooden poles, one running behind their shoulders and the other level with their ankles.
All except Doctor Strauss. The German woman was forced to kneel between Aba and Chakan as the two leaders watched the white women’s torture. They had painted her face with dark lines and put a necklace of bones about her shoulders, but apart from that the doctor was as naked as Jane and Sheena.
“Oh God,” Jane sobbed.
Their arms were tied behind them over a pole that passed under their shoulder and forced their breasts forward. Their ankles bound out to either side of the plinth. Every move of their supple bodies amplified the pain of the unloving cock stretching their pussies horribly wide.
“Oh God, it hurts!”
Sheena twisted her head to plant her cheek against Jane’s. Despite her brave words to Aba promising vengeance, she saw no hope of making them come true. All she could manage now was to die as bravely as she could. It actually hurt the jungle goddess worse knowing her lovely friend had to share her fate. And finally, she could bear it no longer.
“Aba!’ she cried out. There were tears in her eyes. “Aba, spare the woman Jane Porter. Kill me any way you wish, but spare her!”
Jane twisted her head. "Sheena, no!" she panted. Though she couldn’t make out the words, she guessed their meaning. But Aba only laughed at the blonde woman's words.
“Hear the white bitch beg at last,” he called. The black men laughed and chanted louder. Aba looked at her. “The dark-haired woman will die in front of you, Sheena whore. You will feel her pain and hear her screams as you end in pain.”
“SCUM!” Sheena screamed at him, as another stab of pain went through her pussy and then out to every part of her body.
“Sheena!” Bomba called from where he was tied. “Jane, Jane!”
Sheena dipped her face against her friend’s. It was all pain and heat, sweat and the rubbing of their naked backsides against each other. Their hearts were beating hard as they rode facing in opposite directions.
“I am sorry,” Sheena told the English woman. “I cannot save us, Jane Porter. Forgive me.”
Jane’s eyes were closed tight. “I’m sorry too, Sheena. I just hope Bomba somehow escapes this nightmare.”
She groaned again as her pussy settled another agonizing half inch onto the shaft inside her. Like Sheena she could feel her cervix being crushed. And now the stone was soaking up the heat from the fires to channel up into their bodies.
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Tier 4 gets even HOTTER this month with jungle beauties suffering the horrors of capture by vicious African tribes!
In the cavern of hell Sheena was again impaled on the stone cock of the Pygmy torture device. This time with the beautiful Jane bound up against her, back-to-back so that they vile audience could take in every inch of their lush breasts and perfectly formed torso’s. Those orbs were displayed even more prominently with the twine cords that had been wound about them so that they bulged outwards. The men looking on drank in the sight of Jane’s pert, enticing breasts with their pink nipples, while Sheena’s fuller cleavage quivered with every movement of her sculpted body.
Below their taught bellies, each stone phallus penetrated their spread woman-parts. Sheena’s and Jane’s whole bodies, even their hair, had been painted with the slippery oil that had so recently been used on Helga and Greta. It made the white women’s naked flesh glisten in the light of the fires, so they looked like two lovely Greek Goddesses who had been imprisoned by demons.
The two tribes wailed and chanted. Sweat ran down the bodies of the bound women as the heat from the great fires washed over them and made them squirm. Jane had cried out in pain as her shorter body was pushed down onto the massive rock shaft. The other prisoners were being made to watch from where they were tied in a row to a pair of long wooden poles, one running behind their shoulders and the other level with their ankles.
All except Doctor Strauss. The German woman was forced to kneel between Aba and Chakan as the two leaders watched the white women’s torture. They had painted her face with dark lines and put a necklace of bones about her shoulders, but apart from that the doctor was as naked as Jane and Sheena.
“Oh God,” Jane sobbed.
Their arms were tied behind them over a pole that passed under their shoulder and forced their breasts forward. Their ankles bound out to either side of the plinth. Every move of their supple bodies amplified the pain of the unloving cock stretching their pussies horribly wide.
“Oh God, it hurts!”
Sheena twisted her head to plant her cheek against Jane’s. Despite her brave words to Aba promising vengeance, she saw no hope of making them come true. All she could manage now was to die as bravely as she could. It actually hurt the jungle goddess worse knowing her lovely friend had to share her fate. And finally, she could bear it no longer.
“Aba!’ she cried out. There were tears in her eyes. “Aba, spare the woman Jane Porter. Kill me any way you wish, but spare her!”
Jane twisted her head. "Sheena, no!" she panted. Though she couldn’t make out the words, she guessed their meaning. But Aba only laughed at the blonde woman's words.
“Hear the white bitch beg at last,” he called. The black men laughed and chanted louder. Aba looked at her. “The dark-haired woman will die in front of you, Sheena whore. You will feel her pain and hear her screams as you end in pain.”
“SCUM!” Sheena screamed at him, as another stab of pain went through her pussy and then out to every part of her body.
“Sheena!” Bomba called from where he was tied. “Jane, Jane!”
Sheena dipped her face against her friend’s. It was all pain and heat, sweat and the rubbing of their naked backsides against each other. Their hearts were beating hard as they rode facing in opposite directions.
“I am sorry,” Sheena told the English woman. “I cannot save us, Jane Porter. Forgive me.”
Jane’s eyes were closed tight. “I’m sorry too, Sheena. I just hope Bomba somehow escapes this nightmare.”
She groaned again as her pussy settled another agonizing half inch onto the shaft inside her. Like Sheena she could feel her cervix being crushed. And now the stone was soaking up the heat from the fires to channel up into their bodies.
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The second wakening was worse than the first. Kara felt every bruise and blow throbbing across her arms, legs and body. There was an unfamiliar copper taste in her mouth. She licked her lip and realixed it was blood.
I’m… bleeding!
She tried to move, but this time it was harder. Her arms where chained again but this time they were pulled up above her. She tugged on them and looked up. They were running to what looked like a pair of wheels with motors attached to them.
Kara looked down. Her feet were also chained. She was lying on a metal plate of some kind, big enough that her head didn’t reach the top, and angled back at around sixty degrees. She yanked on the chains again, to no better effect.
The men came around into her eye-line. The biggest one was moving with a slight limp on the leg she had kicked, and Kara felt a sense of satisfaction at his injury.
“You’re gonna be sorry now, bitch,” the one who had shot her with the bean bags said.
“What do you want?” the Kryptonian girl snapped. “What’s the point of all this?”
“To show the world what you really are,” the one in charge told her. “To show them that your powers don’t make you a hero. That you’re nothing but another invader in our country, looking to push us down and set yourself up as a god.”
Kara shook her head. “That’s not true. I help people…”
“Yeah, you help them,” gun-man said. “Flying around in your flashy cape so everyone knows how you are. And your bright red come-fuck-me boots.”
“Prick teasing slut,” the biggest one rumbled.
“And now the world is going to see you admit what you are,” the leader told her. “They’re going to see you brought down. See you beg.”
Kara leaned out from the slab. Despite the pain in her gut she eyed him defiantly.
“Never.”
“Oh, yeah, you will. Without powers, you’re nothing.” He turned the smallest man. “Show her.”
The little guy pulled out a phone and tapped the touch pad. It must have had Bluetooth connectivity, because the motors overhead holding the chains rumbled and the wheels began to turn.
Kara felt the chains pulling her wrists higher. She looked up, straining to fight the pull. With her powers she could have snapped the chains, torn the motors from their moorings, or just lazered her way free with her heat vision.
But she had none of those. She was stronger than a human, but not nearly strong enough to fight the pull. Her arms stretched up and became tight.
“Nnnnnn.”
The motors kept turning. Clink-clink-clink went the links of the chain as they spooled around the wheels. After a few more seconds Kara felt her shoulder straining, and she had to stretch her body. Her stomach injuries hurt as she did, but there was no choice. She was being drawn up higher. She gasped.
“Yeah,” the gun-man said. His goggled face was fixed on Kara’s chest as the blue costume was stretched and the breasts beneath were lifted higher.
Clink-clink-clink. Kara felt her body being stretched further. The chains were pulling her arms out as well as up. Her legs were straight, and then she had to arch her back.
“Slowly,” the leader ordered
“Yeah,” the one they called Bull said. “Make it last.”
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A four chapter, 13,000 + word peril parody
Starring the Maid of Might from the Justice League comics.
When Earth is invaded by evil doppelgangers of the Justice League, Supergirl is captured. She faces the brutal torments of beings with all of her friend's powers, and none of their morals.
And the most evil of all is the twisted copy of her own cousin, Superman!
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Kara swallowed. She heard boots getting closer.
Ultraman, she knew. The dark copy of her handsome cousin was walking towards the slab he had hammered and melted from the bedrock around them. His blue eyes roved over her naked form and he smiled in a way that made Kara’s blood run cold.
Superwoman turned her head to watch him approach. “Tell me Kara, what’s he going to do to you?”
Kara struggled. Ultraman reached up and removed his cape. It fell to the floor.
Then he ran a hand down the middle of his costume. A seal parted and his broad, muscular chest was revealed. He began to peel it away. The cloth was so tight to his body that very little of his form underneath had been hidden, but Kara eye’s widened seeing the true nature of the flesh inside. It was like the man had been sculpted into the image of a living god. Strong, incredibly powerful arms. Flat belly with chiselled abs. A narrow waist.
Superwoman pulled her head up by the hair. Ultraman kept stripping. He wore no underwear under the costume. His manhood, when it came into view, was already growing hard. It rose up from his perfect body, getting longer and firmer as Kara looked at it in terror.
“You can’t,” she whispered. She struggled harder.
Superwoman smiled.
“Can't what? What’s he going to do with you, Kara?” her soft voice purred. The tone of arousal in it was sickening. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
Ultraman kicked away the last of his uniform. He stood at the end of the slab, naked and proud. His muscles flexed. One of his hands reached out to stroke Kara’s leg while the other took hold of his seven-inch member and stroked it slowly. Up and down, up and down, making that length of male flesh even bigger and more frighteningly impressive.
“Please,” Kara whispered. She shook her head. She shivered. “Don’t.”
Superwoman touched her breasts with her gloved hands. Ultraman’s own hand crept up her leg to her thigh.
Then it went higher. The look of pleasure on his face - Kal's face - was almost demonic.
The young blonde heroine moaned and trembled. Her belly was tight as a drum and full of ice. She felt scared, angry, and ashamed all at once. The man who looked like her cousin touched the curling blond thatch between her legs, just above the place where her soft flesh opened into the tight slit.
Kara Zor-el had never felt more horribly vulnerable in her young life as he touched her in that secret, sacred part of her body. Her wide blue eyes were fixed on the hard shaft bobbing in front of him with its bulbous crown.
Superwoman’s dark red lips brushed her ear.
“He’s going to rape you.”
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A three chapter, 12,000+ words peril parody
Based on the hit TV series starring Melissa Benoist as Supergirl
Supergirl is captured by a gang xenophobic fanatics determined to prove that she is not Earth’s hero, just another alien invader. Read the hot exert below...
The second wakening was worse than the first. Kara felt every bruise and blow throbbing across her arms, legs and body. There was an unfamiliar copper taste in her mouth. She licked her lip and realixed it was blood.
I’m… bleeding!
She tried to move, but this time it was harder. Her arms where chained again but this time they were pulled up above her. She tugged on them and looked up. They were running to what looked like a pair of wheels with motors attached to them.
Kara looked down. Her feet were also chained. She was lying on a metal plate of some kind, big enough that her head didn’t reach the top, and angled back at around sixty degrees. She yanked on the chains again, to no better effect.
The men came around into her eye-line. The biggest one was moving with a slight limp on the leg she had kicked, and Kara felt a sense of satisfaction at his injury.
“You’re gonna be sorry now, bitch,” the one who had shot her with the bean bags said.
“What do you want?” the Kryptonian girl snapped. “What’s the point of all this?”
“To show the world what you really are,” the one in charge told her. “To show them that your powers don’t make you a hero. That you’re nothing but another invader in our country, looking to push us down and set yourself up as a god.”
Kara shook her head. “That’s not true. I help people…”
“Yeah, you help them,” gun-man said. “Flying around in your flashy cape so everyone knows how you are. And your bright red come-fuck-me boots.”
“Prick teasing slut,” the biggest one rumbled.
“And now the world is going to see you admit what you are,” the leader told her. “They’re going to see you brought down. See you beg.”
Kara leaned out from the slab. Despite the pain in her gut she eyed him defiantly.
“Never.”
“Oh, yeah, you will. Without powers, you’re nothing.” He turned the smallest man. “Show her.”
The little guy pulled out a phone and tapped the touch pad. It must have had Bluetooth connectivity, because the motors overhead holding the chains rumbled and the wheels began to turn.
Kara felt the chains pulling her wrists higher. She looked up, straining to fight the pull. With her powers she could have snapped the chains, torn the motors from their moorings, or just lazered her way free with her heat vision.
But she had none of those. She was stronger than a human, but not nearly strong enough to fight the pull. Her arms stretched up and became tight.
“Nnnnnn.”
The motors kept turning. Clink-clink-clink went the links of the chain as they spooled around the wheels. After a few more seconds Kara felt her shoulder straining, and she had to stretch her body. Her stomach injuries hurt as she did, but there was no choice. She was being drawn up higher. She gasped.
“Yeah,” the gun-man said. His goggled face was fixed on Kara’s chest as the blue costume was stretched and the breasts beneath were lifted higher.
Clink-clink-clink. Kara felt her body being stretched further. The chains were pulling her arms out as well as up. Her legs were straight, and then she had to arch her back.
“Slowly,” the leader ordered
“Yeah,” the one they called Bull said. “Make it last.”
SUPERGIRL SYNDICATED
A four chapter, 13,000 + word peril parody
Starring the Maid of Might from the Justice League comics.
When Earth is invaded by evil doppelgangers of the Justice League, Supergirl is captured. She faces the brutal torments of beings with all of her friend's powers, and none of their morals.
And the most evil of all is the twisted copy of her own cousin, Superman!
Check out the this hot preview...
Kara swallowed. She heard boots getting closer.
Ultraman, she knew. The dark copy of her handsome cousin was walking towards the slab he had hammered and melted from the bedrock around them. His blue eyes roved over her naked form and he smiled in a way that made Kara’s blood run cold.
Superwoman turned her head to watch him approach. “Tell me Kara, what’s he going to do to you?”
Kara struggled. Ultraman reached up and removed his cape. It fell to the floor.
Then he ran a hand down the middle of his costume. A seal parted and his broad, muscular chest was revealed. He began to peel it away. The cloth was so tight to his body that very little of his form underneath had been hidden, but Kara eye’s widened seeing the true nature of the flesh inside. It was like the man had been sculpted into the image of a living god. Strong, incredibly powerful arms. Flat belly with chiselled abs. A narrow waist.
Superwoman pulled her head up by the hair. Ultraman kept stripping. He wore no underwear under the costume. His manhood, when it came into view, was already growing hard. It rose up from his perfect body, getting longer and firmer as Kara looked at it in terror.
“You can’t,” she whispered. She struggled harder.
Superwoman smiled.
“Can't what? What’s he going to do with you, Kara?” her soft voice purred. The tone of arousal in it was sickening. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”
Ultraman kicked away the last of his uniform. He stood at the end of the slab, naked and proud. His muscles flexed. One of his hands reached out to stroke Kara’s leg while the other took hold of his seven-inch member and stroked it slowly. Up and down, up and down, making that length of male flesh even bigger and more frighteningly impressive.
“Please,” Kara whispered. She shook her head. She shivered. “Don’t.”
Superwoman touched her breasts with her gloved hands. Ultraman’s own hand crept up her leg to her thigh.
Then it went higher. The look of pleasure on his face - Kal's face - was almost demonic.
The young blonde heroine moaned and trembled. Her belly was tight as a drum and full of ice. She felt scared, angry, and ashamed all at once. The man who looked like her cousin touched the curling blond thatch between her legs, just above the place where her soft flesh opened into the tight slit.
Kara Zor-el had never felt more horribly vulnerable in her young life as he touched her in that secret, sacred part of her body. Her wide blue eyes were fixed on the hard shaft bobbing in front of him with its bulbous crown.
Superwoman’s dark red lips brushed her ear.
“He’s going to rape you.”
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Rogers walked up. He was in his Captain America uniform, hands in his belt. His handsome face looked at her sternly. The frame she was in slowly lowered down towards the floor, forcing the beautiful prisoner to now look up at her captor.
Carol looked at Rogg. “Nice try,” she said. “What is this? A mental projection, or some android?”
“Neither,” her former commander told her. “Captain Rogers is here from Earth. It was partly at your home world’s behest that we tracked you down.”
She glowered at him. “That’s a lie.”
“You betrayed us, Danvers,” Steve Rogers told her. “You abandoned Earth when we needed you most.”
“Bull. Shit.” she told him.
“Language,” he told her.
“You went out into space to help aliens,” another voice said. Carol turned to the other side and saw the tall, imposing figure of Thor coming forward. He looked very different from when she had seen him last. The gut he had sported was gone, his hair and beard trimmed short. He looked like the imposing Norse God she had first seen at the Avengers compound five years ago.
“Because you weren’t on Earth, Thanos gained the stones,” Thor went on. “He murdered billions.”
Carol ignored both of the Earth men and focussed on Yon Rogg. “Forget it, Rogg. Your story doesn’t even hold water. We reversed that and brought back everyone Thanos snapped away.”
“WE did that, not you,” Rogers (or whatever it was) reminded her. “You were off saving aliens.”
“And did you ever think about what happened to all the others who died?” Thor asked her. He stepped up and grabbed her hair. He pulled her head up, and she looked at him angrily.
“When Thanos snapped his fingers, it wasn’t just those who vanished. Do you know what happens to a patient who’s surgeon suddenly ceases to exist? To the bus full of people whose driver vanishes.”
“Air plane that lose their pilots,” Steve Rogers said. “I mean sure, there’s the co-pilot, but what happens when both of them go?”
“A quarter of the planes in the sky that day plummeted to earth. Their passengers died in flame and terror.”
Another figure came up – a dark skinned man. Carol had only seen him from a distance during the battle against Thanos army, but she recognized him as T’Challa, the Wakandan King.
“Countries were plunged into turmoil. Military leaders believing it an attack responded against their neighbours. There was chaos. There was rioting, looting, anarchy.”
Carol looked at the men surrounding her grimly. “None of you are real,” she told them, her anger rising.
“What you did was real,” Thor said. “You left. People died.” “So Carol Danvers could be a space ranger,” Rogers chimed in.
A massive green figure lumbered up. Bruce Banner looked down at her. “So Carol Danvers could boast about being the strongest one there is.”
“Pathetic,” T’Challa said scornfully.
Carol felt her anger building, and her power growing. The units on her hands and feet glowed brighter, but she pulled the energy back into herself and looked at Yonn Rogg.
“No deal, Rogg,” she told the watching Kree. “I’m not buying into this stupid mind-game.”
Rogers’ red gloved fist lashed out. It hit her hard across the face, snapping her head around. Carol cried out in shock, and then turned to look at the Avenger’s leader furiously. Blood leaked from the corner of her lips.
“This is no game, Captain,” he told her. “And there’s a penalty for deserters.”
Ronan monitored the readings coming off the Earth woman. They showed a spike in the energy output, but hardly near where what was required.
The blue skinned Accuser looked to the prisoner again. In his role among the Kree it was his task to preserve the purity of his race and the security of the Empire. In his eyes, the only thing worse than an alien contaminant was a traitor.
And this creature was both. A traitor to her home world, a traitor to the Kree, and a monstrous hybrid that mingled his race’s pure blood with her degenerate Earth fluids.
So Ronan was going to take a personal satisfaction in what happened next. For the good of all Kree, but also for the revenge against this abomination.
Carol glared up at Steve Rogers. Her face hurt. She tasted the blood on her lip. “Traitor,” he told her.
T’Challa hit her next. His black gloves felt like metal knuckle dusters as he drove them into her gut. Her uniform took some of the force, but the black man hit hard. She grunted.
“Coward,” he told her.
Thor’s big fist rammed into her gut as well. This time she really felt it. The god’s blow drove the air from her lungs and left her belly feeling like she’d been hit by a car.
“AAAAAAHHH!”
“You’re no hero,” the Asgardian told her. “You’re nothing but a selfish wench.”
“A glory seeker,” Rogers snarled at her.
“No.” Carol shook her head.
“You don’t deserve to be called a hero,” the towering green Banner said. “Or to wear a uniform.”
His hands grabbed at her. Muscles along his arms flexed, and the blue and red uniform stretched in his hands.
“You don’t deserve to wear anything,” T’Challa sneered.
The Kree battle suit resisted, but only for a moment. As the Hulk yanked it tore apart down the middle with a rending sound and a shower of spark from the circuitry laced through it. Carol’s body was pulled this way and that as Banner shredded the suit with vicious force. He kept going, ripping it way until all that was left was one partly hanging sleeve attacked to her collar, and some of one leg. The rest was cast aside so Carol hung with just the internal black pressure suit clinging skin tight to her.
“Stop it!” she yelled. Her eyes flared again. And again the power raged in her, then ebbed. She fought to control herself.
“This isn’t real,” she repeated forcefully. “They aren’t the Avengers.”
Yonn Rogg watched on. “It is. They are.”
Black Panthers claws flashed out. Vibranium claws sheared through her black under suit, carving it away and leaving shallow cuts across her body. Thor and Rogers worked together to peel the remains away, so that the cool air touched her bare skin.
The men stepped back. Carol hung almost totally naked now. She was breathing hard, and the combination of that and her upside down state left her full breasts looking like twin orbs of desire. Between her legs was a small patch of gold hair positioned delicately above the cleft now pointed to the ceiling.
“Beautiful,” Thor growled. His hand touched her belly. His usually noble face was now held a more ugly expression. He looked less like a heroic god and more like the Vikings who had ruthlessly murdered and pillaged their way across Europe.
“Yeah,” Rogers agreed. His own red gloved hand reached out and squeezed her breast. “Don’t you touch me!” Carol spat at him. Her eyes flared again with burning light. “Oh we will touch you woman,” Thor said. His big hand slid up, up towards her groin.
“NO!”
She heaved. At the touch of his palm against her sex, she screamed again.
“NO!”
The energy rampaged across her nude form. She felt it build, but then it was torn away from her. She cried out in frustration.
The Hulk hit her in the gut. The force made the room quiver. Had her energy shield not been partly up the blow would have torn her in half.
“AAAAAAAAAGHHH!”
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Brie Larson’s CAPTAIN MARVEL.
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Rogers walked up. He was in his Captain America uniform, hands in his belt. His handsome face looked at her sternly. The frame she was in slowly lowered down towards the floor, forcing the beautiful prisoner to now look up at her captor.
Carol looked at Rogg. “Nice try,” she said. “What is this? A mental projection, or some android?”
“Neither,” her former commander told her. “Captain Rogers is here from Earth. It was partly at your home world’s behest that we tracked you down.”
She glowered at him. “That’s a lie.”
“You betrayed us, Danvers,” Steve Rogers told her. “You abandoned Earth when we needed you most.”
“Bull. Shit.” she told him.
“Language,” he told her.
“You went out into space to help aliens,” another voice said. Carol turned to the other side and saw the tall, imposing figure of Thor coming forward. He looked very different from when she had seen him last. The gut he had sported was gone, his hair and beard trimmed short. He looked like the imposing Norse God she had first seen at the Avengers compound five years ago.
“Because you weren’t on Earth, Thanos gained the stones,” Thor went on. “He murdered billions.”
Carol ignored both of the Earth men and focussed on Yon Rogg. “Forget it, Rogg. Your story doesn’t even hold water. We reversed that and brought back everyone Thanos snapped away.”
“WE did that, not you,” Rogers (or whatever it was) reminded her. “You were off saving aliens.”
“And did you ever think about what happened to all the others who died?” Thor asked her. He stepped up and grabbed her hair. He pulled her head up, and she looked at him angrily.
“When Thanos snapped his fingers, it wasn’t just those who vanished. Do you know what happens to a patient who’s surgeon suddenly ceases to exist? To the bus full of people whose driver vanishes.”
“Air plane that lose their pilots,” Steve Rogers said. “I mean sure, there’s the co-pilot, but what happens when both of them go?”
“A quarter of the planes in the sky that day plummeted to earth. Their passengers died in flame and terror.”
Another figure came up – a dark skinned man. Carol had only seen him from a distance during the battle against Thanos army, but she recognized him as T’Challa, the Wakandan King.
“Countries were plunged into turmoil. Military leaders believing it an attack responded against their neighbours. There was chaos. There was rioting, looting, anarchy.”
Carol looked at the men surrounding her grimly. “None of you are real,” she told them, her anger rising.
“What you did was real,” Thor said. “You left. People died.” “So Carol Danvers could be a space ranger,” Rogers chimed in.
A massive green figure lumbered up. Bruce Banner looked down at her. “So Carol Danvers could boast about being the strongest one there is.”
“Pathetic,” T’Challa said scornfully.
Carol felt her anger building, and her power growing. The units on her hands and feet glowed brighter, but she pulled the energy back into herself and looked at Yonn Rogg.
“No deal, Rogg,” she told the watching Kree. “I’m not buying into this stupid mind-game.”
Rogers’ red gloved fist lashed out. It hit her hard across the face, snapping her head around. Carol cried out in shock, and then turned to look at the Avenger’s leader furiously. Blood leaked from the corner of her lips.
“This is no game, Captain,” he told her. “And there’s a penalty for deserters.”
Ronan monitored the readings coming off the Earth woman. They showed a spike in the energy output, but hardly near where what was required.
The blue skinned Accuser looked to the prisoner again. In his role among the Kree it was his task to preserve the purity of his race and the security of the Empire. In his eyes, the only thing worse than an alien contaminant was a traitor.
And this creature was both. A traitor to her home world, a traitor to the Kree, and a monstrous hybrid that mingled his race’s pure blood with her degenerate Earth fluids.
So Ronan was going to take a personal satisfaction in what happened next. For the good of all Kree, but also for the revenge against this abomination.
Carol glared up at Steve Rogers. Her face hurt. She tasted the blood on her lip. “Traitor,” he told her.
T’Challa hit her next. His black gloves felt like metal knuckle dusters as he drove them into her gut. Her uniform took some of the force, but the black man hit hard. She grunted.
“Coward,” he told her.
Thor’s big fist rammed into her gut as well. This time she really felt it. The god’s blow drove the air from her lungs and left her belly feeling like she’d been hit by a car.
“AAAAAAHHH!”
“You’re no hero,” the Asgardian told her. “You’re nothing but a selfish wench.”
“A glory seeker,” Rogers snarled at her.
“No.” Carol shook her head.
“You don’t deserve to be called a hero,” the towering green Banner said. “Or to wear a uniform.”
His hands grabbed at her. Muscles along his arms flexed, and the blue and red uniform stretched in his hands.
“You don’t deserve to wear anything,” T’Challa sneered.
The Kree battle suit resisted, but only for a moment. As the Hulk yanked it tore apart down the middle with a rending sound and a shower of spark from the circuitry laced through it. Carol’s body was pulled this way and that as Banner shredded the suit with vicious force. He kept going, ripping it way until all that was left was one partly hanging sleeve attacked to her collar, and some of one leg. The rest was cast aside so Carol hung with just the internal black pressure suit clinging skin tight to her.
“Stop it!” she yelled. Her eyes flared again. And again the power raged in her, then ebbed. She fought to control herself.
“This isn’t real,” she repeated forcefully. “They aren’t the Avengers.”
Yonn Rogg watched on. “It is. They are.”
Black Panthers claws flashed out. Vibranium claws sheared through her black under suit, carving it away and leaving shallow cuts across her body. Thor and Rogers worked together to peel the remains away, so that the cool air touched her bare skin.
The men stepped back. Carol hung almost totally naked now. She was breathing hard, and the combination of that and her upside down state left her full breasts looking like twin orbs of desire. Between her legs was a small patch of gold hair positioned delicately above the cleft now pointed to the ceiling.
“Beautiful,” Thor growled. His hand touched her belly. His usually noble face was now held a more ugly expression. He looked less like a heroic god and more like the Vikings who had ruthlessly murdered and pillaged their way across Europe.
“Yeah,” Rogers agreed. His own red gloved hand reached out and squeezed her breast. “Don’t you touch me!” Carol spat at him. Her eyes flared again with burning light. “Oh we will touch you woman,” Thor said. His big hand slid up, up towards her groin.
“NO!”
She heaved. At the touch of his palm against her sex, she screamed again.
“NO!”
The energy rampaged across her nude form. She felt it build, but then it was torn away from her. She cried out in frustration.
The Hulk hit her in the gut. The force made the room quiver. Had her energy shield not been partly up the blow would have torn her in half.
“AAAAAAAAAGHHH!”
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“Not much left of her, is there?” Shotgun said.
He ran his hand down to between Kara’s legs. Her pussy was swollen from the pounding it had been taking. They washed her there to keep her relatively clean for when they wanted to fuck her again. Now the man’s fingers pushed inside her bruised slit and jammed deeper.
“AAAAAAH!”
Bull used his other hand to pull her head up. “You gonna beg for us now, alien? You gonna say the words?”
Kodak was still recording. He was using the hand-cam now, instead of the tripod set up he had arranged when he was participating in Kara’s humiliation. Being fucked in chains by the skinny little creep of the group had been even more shameful than when the massive Bull had rammed her full of his African-American cock.
Kara stared up at Bull with that same fatigued expression. The fingers were shifting inside her pussy. Shotgun was frigging her and rubbing his groin against her ass while he did.
Some vestigial trace of her heroism rose the surface of Kara’s mind. Her look grew more determined. “No...” she moaned softly. Breathing slowly, she looked at him with clearer eyes.
“No.”
Bull’s response to that was to take her whole c-cup tit in his hand and squeeze it hard. Kara cried out, burying her face against her arm while he twisted and crushed the soft flesh.
“AAAGGHHHH!”
“You’re going to say it,” Captain told her. She shook her head, but the pain kept going. “You’re going to break.”
Shotgun got a grip on her sex and squeezed as well. It was so sore down there from the rapes that his hand might as well have been a vice crushing into her. Bull shifted his hand to the other tit and was just as brutal with it.
“EEAAAAAAGHHH! NOOO!”
“Say the words into the camera, and all the pain goes away,” Captain told her.
Shotgun let go of her pussy. She felt him moving behind her and felt his cock against her ass again. She had lost count of how many times she had been violated since they captured her. The men’s sexual fuel seemed endless. She wondered if they had taken drugs to enhance their virility, or whether it was just the sick male thrill of torturing and gang-raping a beautiful girl that was keeping them so potent.
“Here’s one we haven’t tried yet,” Shotgun laughed. His cock pushed between her buttocks and up against the puckered hole of her rectum.
“NO!” Kara panted.
They had pumped load after load of their semen into her womanhood, but so far that part of her had remained untouched. Feeling Shotgun’s crown ready to push in now she felt a wave of panic.
“NO, don’t!”
“Hey man, I should do it,” Bull said. He made her face look up into his masked visage again. “I’ll rip the bitch wide open.”
The smaller man positioned his shaft into position and laughed. “Fuck you, Bull. You got first use of her cunt. I get her ass.”
Kara closed her eyes. Alex, she thought bitterly. Alex, please help me. Oh Rao, I don’t think I can stand this! Please!
“You feel that, slut?” Shotgun panted. “Gonna drill your dirty Krypton ass. Fuck yeah!”
Kodak moved around to get a clear shot of what was going to happen. Captain stepped up next to Bull and spoke.
“He’s not kidding, Supergirl. He’s going to split your ass right apart. We all will.”
Kara sobbed brokenly.
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“Not much left of her, is there?” Shotgun said.
He ran his hand down to between Kara’s legs. Her pussy was swollen from the pounding it had been taking. They washed her there to keep her relatively clean for when they wanted to fuck her again. Now the man’s fingers pushed inside her bruised slit and jammed deeper.
“AAAAAAH!”
Bull used his other hand to pull her head up. “You gonna beg for us now, alien? You gonna say the words?”
Kodak was still recording. He was using the hand-cam now, instead of the tripod set up he had arranged when he was participating in Kara’s humiliation. Being fucked in chains by the skinny little creep of the group had been even more shameful than when the massive Bull had rammed her full of his African-American cock.
Kara stared up at Bull with that same fatigued expression. The fingers were shifting inside her pussy. Shotgun was frigging her and rubbing his groin against her ass while he did.
Some vestigial trace of her heroism rose the surface of Kara’s mind. Her look grew more determined. “No...” she moaned softly. Breathing slowly, she looked at him with clearer eyes.
“No.”
Bull’s response to that was to take her whole c-cup tit in his hand and squeeze it hard. Kara cried out, burying her face against her arm while he twisted and crushed the soft flesh.
“AAAGGHHHH!”
“You’re going to say it,” Captain told her. She shook her head, but the pain kept going. “You’re going to break.”
Shotgun got a grip on her sex and squeezed as well. It was so sore down there from the rapes that his hand might as well have been a vice crushing into her. Bull shifted his hand to the other tit and was just as brutal with it.
“EEAAAAAAGHHH! NOOO!”
“Say the words into the camera, and all the pain goes away,” Captain told her.
Shotgun let go of her pussy. She felt him moving behind her and felt his cock against her ass again. She had lost count of how many times she had been violated since they captured her. The men’s sexual fuel seemed endless. She wondered if they had taken drugs to enhance their virility, or whether it was just the sick male thrill of torturing and gang-raping a beautiful girl that was keeping them so potent.
“Here’s one we haven’t tried yet,” Shotgun laughed. His cock pushed between her buttocks and up against the puckered hole of her rectum.
“NO!” Kara panted.
They had pumped load after load of their semen into her womanhood, but so far that part of her had remained untouched. Feeling Shotgun’s crown ready to push in now she felt a wave of panic.
“NO, don’t!”
“Hey man, I should do it,” Bull said. He made her face look up into his masked visage again. “I’ll rip the bitch wide open.”
The smaller man positioned his shaft into position and laughed. “Fuck you, Bull. You got first use of her cunt. I get her ass.”
Kara closed her eyes. Alex, she thought bitterly. Alex, please help me. Oh Rao, I don’t think I can stand this! Please!
“You feel that, slut?” Shotgun panted. “Gonna drill your dirty Krypton ass. Fuck yeah!”
Kodak moved around to get a clear shot of what was going to happen. Captain stepped up next to Bull and spoke.
“He’s not kidding, Supergirl. He’s going to split your ass right apart. We all will.”
Kara sobbed brokenly.
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