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Based on the Image Comics graphic novel of the same name by Rick Remender and Wes Craig, Deadly Class follows Marcus Lopez (Benjamin Wadsworth), a homeless teenager growing up in the 80s who find himself enrolled in an elite private school. That school just so happens to be King’s Dominion High School for the Deadly Arts, where the world’s top crime families send their kids to learn how to become the next generation of assassins.
Remender and Miles Orion Feldsott adapted the graphic novel for television. They are executive producing the series with Joe and Anthony Russo and Mike Larocca. Adam Targum and Lee Toland Krieger also served as executive producers on the pilot. Krieger also directed the pilot episode.
Great title, I know. Spent the entire day focused on finishing this. And it comes with sound! I’m actually pretty happy with how this turned out I think.
I need to get away from my obsession with dark scenes though.
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(Inspired by the “Invisibility” scene from Paper Mario: Thousand Year Door)
Peach drank the potion down. It burned and felt somewhat slimy as it traveled down her throat, but it left her with a strange feeling that spread through her body.
"Ooo!" She squeaked as her pussy and asshole clenched unintentionally.
She could feel herself getting wetter without any provocation. She felt it in her breasts as well, nipples growing hard and pressing against the cups of her flowery pink dress.
"Did it work?" She asked TEC, her computerized guardian.
"See for yourself…" He replied.
A small monitor lit up on the wall beside her, showing what appeared to be her reflection.
Peach once again gasped as she saw her pink dress floating in mid-air. She was nowhere to be seen!
She threw her hands to her cheeks in surprise, but she realized she could still see them.
"But wait!" She looked very confused. "I can still see myself…I thought I was invisible."
The logical thinking computer explained perfectly.
"That's just how invisibility works. You can see yourself, but no one else can."
"I guess that makes sense." The airheaded princess accepted his explanation. She felt her head ache the more she tried to think about it.
"So I can sneak into Grodus's office and upload the file from there, right?"
"Correct." TEC replied. "But there is something else you must do first…"
"What's that?" The pink-lipped princess pushed a finger to her lips, lifting her soft dickpillows seductively.
"You must remove your dress so you're completely invisible. Otherwise the X-Nauts will quickly catch one when they see your dress floating through the hallway."
The Princess sighed. It was far from the first time she had been persuaded out of her dress for so called respectable reasons, but despite her whorish appearance, she was not an exhibitionist of any kind. She simply considered it her royal duty to show off her womanly curves.
"Alright." She nodded. "If it's the only way. Is there anywhere I can get undressed privately?"
She could practically hear TEC roll his nonexistant eyes. "Princess, there is no need for privacy. No one can see you…"
"Oh yeah…" She giggled nervously.
Despite the awkward situation, the Princess quickly performed her duty. Her hands slid behind her back to clutch at the zipper at the back of her dress. The maneuver would've been difficult for most women, but Princess Peach had a wealth of experience in taking her dress off. Her gloved hands pulled the zipper down, loosening the dress until it fell forth on her creamy white shoulders.
With the elegance of a stripper, she let her dress fall from her chest, baring her perky breasts. They were as light as the creamy lotion Toad frequently applied to them and they had a pleasant slope before curving like ripe melons that sat high on her chest. Her nipples were almost as pink as her dress, with soft areola like teacup saucers. The cold air caused her nipples to protrude like tiny buds reaching forward in the cool processed fortress.
The Princess shivered and continued sliding her dress down her hips, shifting her legs up and down in alternate rythym and flashing her bright white panties to TEC.
The computer secretly snapped a photo of the panties. Sewn right onto the crotch was Toad's smiling face.
Peach's pussy lips were perfectly outlined by her tight panties leaving very little to the imagination as even her clit pushed against the fabric.
Yet, she still couldn't understand why some would call it a "moose knuckle."
She kicked her legs free of her dress and wiggled out of her panties next. She kicked them from her ankle, meaning she was left in nothing but her "fuck me" heels.
"Alright." She sighed, pumping herself up. "I'm ready to go."
"Hold on, Princess." TEC warned. "You're still wearing your shoes…"
"Oh. Right." The Princess remembered.
She lifted her ankles, unbuckling her shoes and letting them fall to the floor.
With every action she took, her tits jiggled without restraint. She was just glad that no one could actually see her. Even so, she felt odd, just standing naked in the center of the room.
The Princess sighed. "Alright, TEC. I think I'm ready to do this. I'll get that file for you."
Standing tall and bravely with her tits on full display, Peach waited for the sliding door to open into the hallway.
Trying not to think about her nakedness, she walked out of the room and almost bumped right into one of the X-nauts.
It seemed while she was creating the invisibility potion that the most of the X-nauts had arranged to meet in this particular hallway.
Paranoid, Peach had to question if she was really invisible when she saw some of the X-nauts staring at her chest. When she caught them looking, they all turned their attention to other things. Some of them began to whistle while others pretended to clean the walls.
Peach cocked an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips. Something was funny, and it took her more than a minute to realize the obvious. The X-nauts looked…different.
They wore the same red uniform with the black X across their chests, but they were taller than she'd ever seen. Almost taller than her. It would make getting past them, more difficult than she had anticipated.
And she was still unaware that she wasn't invisible at all. The potion she had concoted with TEC's aid was just the semen of various creatures the X-nauts had captured for study.
Just then the door slid shut behind her, startling her and reminding her of her mission.
One of the X-naughts decided to bring attention to the door, reinforcing Peach's belief that she was actually invisible.
"Did you see that? The door just opened and shut by itself!" He pointed a big gloved finger in Peach's direction, pressing his digit against her soft breast.
Another X-naut came over and also pointed toward the door.
"You mean this door?" He asked, poking Peach's boob with a single finger. "This door, here?"
Peach tried not to moan as her sensitive nipple was flicked up and down. Apparently being invisible meant they couldn't feel her either. That made perfect sense to her.
A larger X-naut at the end of the hall folded his arms. It was Grodus himself, wearing his traditional purple and black robes.
"Stop goofing around, you two. It's time for our 'special workout' routine."
"Sir, yes sir!"
The X-nauts gathered in formation, standing in rows, side by side, with their arms at their sides and their stance wide.
This position made it virtually impossible for Peach to run between them. She'd need another way to get around them. Unfortunately, it seemed like the only option was between their legs…
The X-nauts were all tall enough now that she could easily crawl between their legs if she was quick enough. They might not even notice if they were too busy doing exercises.
She dropped to all fours, breasts jiggling and toes wiggling on the cold metal floor. She crawled through the legs of the closest X-naut, pink nipples hardly a foot above the floor. Perhaps this wouldn't be so hard after all.
"X-nauts! Assume the position…" Grodus ordered.
Immediately all of the X-nauts widened their stance and squatted like sumo wrestlers. Then they grabbed the zippers at the crotch of their uniform.
ZIIIP!
Princess Peach looked up with poor timing as the X-naut standing above her unzipped his uniform and let his huge cock flop out. It smacked Peach directly in the face, forcing her eye shut as she shivered beneath the musky cock.
THWAK!
The Princess pursed her lips, trying to remain silent and invisible. She looked around her immediate area with the cock still laying on her cheek. She could hear a few of the X-nauts giggling about teabags but she didn't understand it at all
"And lift!"
Whatever it was, she was still unnoticed. She waited for the X-naut to lift his hips again, his half-erect penis peeling from her face with a moist "Schwick!" like a wet stamp.
"Now drop…and lift!"
Peach looked confused. She'd never heard of a workout like this.
All of the X-nauts began to squat and after a few moments of bobbing would straighten their legs, causing their dicks to wobble up and down in a bizarre dance.
Unfortunately, as Peach crawled beneath another soldier, she managed to avoid his thick member, but was instead treated to a sweaty ballsack plopping right onto her forehead.
SPLAT!
Peach's lips fell in a frown as she felt the X-naut's warm testicles dripping sweat down her face. A tiny stream ran down her face, irritating her eye and forcing her to wink.
"Oo, that stings." She whimpered.
The Princess rubbed her eye, but it was already turning red and her fist only smeared more of the ballsweat into her eyelid.
"And lift!"
On the upbeat, the X-naut lifted his legs and his ballsack was lifted from her forehead, still dripping tangy sweat down her face. Her makeup was a mess afterwards. Two egg-like imprints could be seen in her foundation along with a few stray pubes.
The Princess continued crawling, still winking and doing her best to navigate with just one eye.
"And drop!"
Once again, the X-nauts dropped their stance and their cocks came swinging down.
This time Peach was able to avoid another cock slapping her in the face. In fact, she unintentionally headbutted the next one, feeling her soft cheek sinking beneath a meaty mushroom head.
It didn't smell very pleasant, but it wasn't much worse than the scent of ballsweat causing her dainty nose to wiggle every few seconds.
She remained still, waiting for the following command. She frowned, opening her mouth in a silent wretch. She had no clue how this exercise was supposed to work, but it seemed a bit odd that this X-naut was getting so excited.
Beads of precum were dripping from his cockhead and welling up on her cheek like hot glue applied to a sheet of paper.
She readied herself to crawl quickly when he lifted his hips. The door was just behind the cock-prodding X-naut.
"Aaand…" The next command came very slowly. "Thrust!"
Peach was caught off guard as the X-naut proceeded to slap his drooling cock against her face. It poked her cheek again, pulling away with a nasty trail, before returning to poke her irritated eye.
SMCK SMMK SCHMK!
The cumslick cockhead kissed her features again and again, leaving faint mushroom stamps all over the Princess's pretty face.
She simply closed her eyes and endured even as the cock slid across her lips like chapstick, giving her mouth a glossy sheen.
"And lift!"
Finally, the big cock was out of her face and Peach awkwardly crawled away, her knees feeling tender now from treading on the hard floor for so long. Her face was twisted in disgust as she felt ballsweat and cum turning her makeup into a clumped mess. Mascara ran from her irritated eye, adding to her whorish appearance.
She whimpered a bit, but stayed as quiet as possible.
Reaching the door at last, Peach stood up to face the next obstacle. Two fat X-nauts standing directly in front of it with their arms at their side.
Her first few attempts to sneak between them failed as they refused to budge and used their bellies to push her back. The Princess quickly grew frustrated.
For her next attempt, she flattened herself between them, pressing her big tits against one, while her curvy ass was shoved into the other's crotch. She avoided looking at their goggles and just tried to pass through, but she could feel them pressing against her.
Her big tits were forced up on her chest, swelling like water balloons as they mashed against the X-naut's uniform.
Behind her, she could feel the other guard growing excited. Through his uniform she could feel his cock extending so it went from prodding her asscheeks and actually became wedged between them. Neither one of them said a word, but Peach could feel them humping against her, molesting her body without lifting a finger.
This went on for a bit until she felt the one behind her trembling. She could feel his uniform become damp against her bare ass and she had a vague idea of what had just occurred.
Nevertheless, the guards gave her just enough room to make it to the door. Now she just had to open it without drawing their attention.
Feeling inspired, Peach cupped her hands around her cum-slathered mouth and attempted to throw her voice.
"Hey! I'm over here!" She pretended she was on the other side of the hall.
"What the- Did you hear that?"
The X-nauts turned in the opposite direction trying not to laugh and gave Peach enough time to sneak through the sliding doors.
The next room was free of any obstacles. There were just some pylons crackling with energy and a large console leading to the entrance to Grodus's room.
Peach took a moment to catch her breath, and regain her composure after the humiliating ordeal that had left her face a disgusting mess that smelled of balls.
"Okay, boys. Time for the next routine!" She heard from out in the hall.
Before she could move, the door slid open again and all of the X-nauts she had just avoided came marching inside.
"Oh no…" She shook her head and covered her face, peeking through her fingers. Would they catch her this time?
Grodus stood at the end of the room again, turning to give his orders.
"Alright, boys. Get into the next position."
Peach half-expected them to start squatting again, but this time they laid on the floor in rows, end to . Their cocks were still exposed, rock hard and pointed at the ceiling.
It didn't look very difficult to avoid them until Peach realized there was no way to easily walk around them. There was little room between them and they were too big to simply step over.
Seeing their round bellies, Peach knew she'd have to squat to walk over them, much like they had done in the previous room. It would be a daunting task, but the Princess took pride in herself for being nimble.
Reminding herself of everything at stake, she proceeded through the room, spreading her legs and squatting over the first X-naut.
Her pink toes trembled as she struggled to maintain her balance on the slick metal floor, but she did it, waddling like a penguin as her tits swung side to side, jiggling endlessly.
"Now clench!" Grodus said.
"HNNGH!"
The X-nauts did as told, forcing their cocks to stand up straight.
Peach could practically feel the heat in her pussy as the cock below her stood straight like a dowsing rod. Having to squat so low, it was only inches from touching the lips of her pussy.
She considered herself lucky that he wasn't better endowed.
"And Relax!" The Leader barked.
With sighs, the X-naut's unclenched and their cocks fell forward against their bellies.
Peach passed the first one and moved onto the next. His cock was slightly bigger than the first.
She got into her squatting position to pass him, nearly slipping and falling over him.
"And clench!"
His cock stood straight again, just as Peach's bare pussy stood over him.
Schhft!
"Ooo…"
Peach had to stop moving. The X-naut's cock had just missed her shaven mound, but rubbed right against her smooth pink slit. She could feel his cockhead pressed right against her entrance, still too short (like the first) to slip inside.
She waited for her body to stop trembling, but her sensitive pussy began to drool on the stranger's cock.
"Aand relax."
The cock fell forward again, teasing her pussy lips and collecting some of Peach's grool on the way.
She squeaked, but waddled over the X-naut, knowing her legs might give out. She didn't notice the minion smile as her pussy juice dripped onto his goggles.
She took a moment to breath and to give her pussy a moment. She was dripping wet from a slight touch and she felt slightly ashamed that an X-naut cock made her want to finger herself right there in front of all of them.
It was good thing she was invisible…
Still standing over the X-naut's face, she slid her first two fingers into her tight hole, using some of the X-naut's cum as lubricant. Her own juice began to dribble from her fingers, falling down her knuckles in a long trail that reached to the floor. The rest of her juices ran down her thigh in an oozing mess.
"Unng…Unnnf." The Princess stood on shaky legs, fingerfucking herself in front of everyone.
The X-naut below her had the best view of her wet pussy as her fingers jostled around inside herself. Even Grodus had to stop and watch, his robes protruding as he became aroused.
"Ooo, what am I doing?" Peach asked herself. She removed her fingers from her pussy, wanting desperately to cum.
The tension in the room only increased, but they returned to their "exercises".
"And clench. Whoa…" Grodus wiped the sweat from his brow.
Peach moved over the third and X-naut. his cock wasn't much bigger than the last one, but her legs were weaker now and she couldn't stand as high anymore…
She waddled toward his cock, trying to get on her tiptoes to move over it, but before it even touched her, she knew she would fail.
Her toes slipped, causing her to squat another inch and she could feel the X-naut's cockhead prodding her pussy, forcing her slick pussy lips apart and exposing her dripping wet pink hole.
"Oh no, no, no." She moaned in her head.
"You know what to do, boys." Grodus chuckled mischieviously. "Thrust."
He hadn't even finished his command before the X-naut thrust his hips.
SCHLURP!
With a wet pop, the tip of his cock vanished inside of Peach's precious pussy.
It was just the tip, but the pleasure was too much for her. Holding her hand over her mouth, she collapsed like a marionette with it's strings cut, legs folding inward, even as she tried and failed to stand back up. Instead, she sat completely on the X-naut's cock until she felt his balls clenching beneath her ass and her clit was nestled against his wiry pubes.
"Thrust!" Grodus commanded and the rest of the X-naut's began to cheer with him.
The lucky X-naut bucked his hips, forcing his cock deep inside of Peach until he was slamming against her cervix.
"Hnngh, hunng." He grunted and moaned, already approaching climax while Peach quivered on his cock.
"Unnnghh!" She grunted like a whore as her pussy clenched on his cock.
The Princess came hard. Pussy juice exploding from her hole and rolling down his cock. She instantly tried to stand, but her legs refused to function and she, again, slipped down his cock.
His beady eyes rolled in his head as his cock exploded inside the Princess shooting massive wads of cum into her unprotected cunt.
Their shared orgasm lasted more than a minute. The X-naut's cock vibrating inside of her while her pussy squeezed and clenched, massaging every last drop of semen from his shaft.
Eyes twitching, and brain melting from pleasure, Peach managed to shove herself off of the X-naut. Her awkward dismount caused her heavy tits to bounce like displaced goombas. The weight forced her to fall to her knees, pussy dripping with both of their juices.
She scrambled away, filthy face burning red as she stumbled like a paraplegic learning how to use their legs again. She made a cumtrail that was dizzying to follow as it went in circles, puddling in some areas, while simply sprinkling others, until at last she made it to the final room.
Her legs collapsed just as she made it inside and she fell to the white carpeted floor. She reached up to the desk in the center of the room and pulled herself up, resting her big tits on top of it.
She panted and moaned, trying hard to catch her breath. Luckily, she was all alone. There was nobody there beside the piranha swimming in the aquarium that spanned the length of the room.
There was a chair on the other side of the desk and a tall bookshelf with files and disks. Peach remembered what she needed to do and quickly searched for the file TEC needed.
Cum still rolled down her thighs and dripped from her knees, making a massive wetspot like she was a bitch that needed to be housebroken.
Finding the correct file, she brought it to the computer desk and inserted it into the drive. She was lucky she remembered TEC's instructions so well. The dumb blonde knew there was no time for guessing. Her invisibility was sure to wear off eventually and she was mortified at the thought of the guards seeing her. Not because she'd be caught and punished, but because she looked like an absolute whore.
Her face was a messy of clumped streaks from all that ballsweat and the cumkisses she'd received. Her thighs were painted white with X-naut jizz and her own cum and even her feet were sticky as the cum webbed between her toes. Surprisingly, her tits were mostly clean except for the sweat she had built up during her unintentional fuck session.
The plan took another turn for the worst as Grodus entered the room, causing Peach to tense. She was moments away from completing her mission. If she was caught now…
"Man, today's routine was tough, but now I can finally relax." He sighed and planted himself in his seat, right behind Peach.
She glanced over her shoulder and back to the screen, hoping he wouldn't notice it was currently uploading a file. She just stayed quiet and prayed it was almost done.
"I wish that busty bimbo princess was here. I sure would love to get my dick wet." He said to himself.
Peach had to bite her lip to keep from snapping at him. With her back turned, she missed the fact that he was stroking himself to hardness under his robes.
"Those big tits, those soft dicksucking lips, and that ass. Unf- that fucking ass."
It was incredibly awkward for the Princess to hear all of this, but she actually felt more embarrassed for him. If he only knew someone was there and listening in, he'd probably feel so silly.
"Mmm, yeah. I just imagine if she was here." He rose from his chair. "I'd grab her hips and shove her over the desk…"
Peach looked back to see he was indeed imagining fucking her from behind. His hands were outstretched and his cock was jutting out from his robes, thrusting back and forth. She blushed as he pretended to fuck her.
"Yup, I'd grab her just like this…"
He put his hands on her hips, causing her to squeal.
"And then I'd shove my cock right up her ass."
She almost cried out to him. "Wait, I'm right here!" But she knew he was just imagining fucking her. She couldn't afford to blow her cover before the computer was done.
So instead, she bit her lips until they were painfully red and with a grimace she took the Leader's cock straight up her ass.
"Hnnng, she'd be so fucking tight, but I'd make sure to get every. Single. Inch. inside the bitch."
Peach covered her mouth again as her ass was stretched painfully wide to accommodate his big cock. Her tight hole swallowed the head of his cock and gripped his veiny shaft as he stuffed her completely full.
Her feet turned inward and her tits heaved forward as he put all of his weight into fucking her. He grinned as his cock vanished inside of her. He could feel her hole on the verge of tearing around his cock, but he didn't let up at all.
"Then I'd smack her ass, nice and fucking hard."
THWACK!
"Urrnng!" Peach choked back a sob as her ass was violated by the villain.
She bent over, holding onto the desk as he bucked his hips against her bouncing asscheeks, delivering 10 inches of X-naut cock into her tender ass.
And that was just when the file finished loading. She was forced to look at the screen, seeing her job was complete while Grodus lived out his fantasy.
"Fuck yes! I'd fuck her ass until her big tits were bouncing."
He reached out to grab her breasts, sinking his gloved digits into her soft flesh and squeezing so hard she saw stars.
He fucked her raw for almost 20 minutes straight until she was shaking with pain and humiliation.
Her face was a dark red and black tears streaked her face as she choked on her pained sobs.
"And when I was finished I'd fill her fucking ass with my hot cum until she felt it in her fucking guts."
Peach already felt a pit in her stomach, but true to his word, his cum flooded her ass, stinging her insides and coating them in his sticky white jizz.
The pain was excruciating and Peach felt her eyelids flutter like a panicked butterfly flapping it's wings.
Grodus fell back into his seat, balls drained and cock spent.
"Ahh," He sighed. "Yes, that's just how I'd fuck her." He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
Sniffling quietly, the Princess removed the disk and returned it to the shelf, her legs as stiff as wood.
BLUB…GLUB…GLURBLE
Her ass sounded like a bubbling brew as she slowly farted the villain's cum out of her hole. Her ass cheeks stuck together, glued with the ridiculous amount of cum forcing it's way between them.
Her legs were so stiff and the jizz soaking her thighs was beginning to dry, leaving her skin red and irritated. Her tits were also red from being groped so hard. In her pain, her tears had washed some of the cum and ballsweat from her face, but the musk was still there and her eye still burned. She was a hot mess.
She left the room, sniffling and trying not to break out in tears.
"I…I did it…" She weakly cheered for herself, spirit broken. She ran out of the room, hiding her face and sobbing into her palms.
Grodus just laughed.
"Dumb bitch."
The Darkest Timeline. These are “Bad End” stories in the format of those old “What If?” comics.
I take canon plots involving your favorite characters and then take them to a very dark place…
Each chapter is decided on my Patreon, where patrons can vote on who to debase and humiliate next. They also get to see these stories before I release them to the public…
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Episode 11: D.Va (Overwatch) - throatfuck, breathplay, Mind Control, public humiliation
Inspired by D.Va's “Cat” costume
"Hey guys, it's me D.Va, here with an update." Hana Song spoke to her fans excitedly.
One of her drone cameras was low to the ground and aimed at her pretty black shoes.
"You might be wondering why all the secrecy." She continued. "But I've made some big changes and I don't want anyone to see until I'm ready."
The heroine looked at her phone, watching the comments from the livestream coming in.
"We love you D.Va! <3 <3 <3"
"Whats the big news?"
"Well, it's a new year, so I decided to switch things up a little bit. First and foremost with a new paintjob from MEKA!"
She stepped out of the way of her drone, letting the camera film her mech.
Instead of the usual pink paint with blue highlights, her mechanized suit was now a dark shade of plum with purple and pink highlights. The words D.Va had been replaced with a new decal that read: Cat Power.
The mech's blasters were still dangerous and threatening, but the hot pink cat ears on top of the mech, just made the whole thing look cute and adorable.
Her fans responded.
"Super adorbs! <3"
"Can't wait to see it in action."
"Meh."
Some less excited than others.
She giggled, pleased with the overwhelming positive comments.
"But that's not all. I got a new paintjob and…" She put her hands on her hips and let the camera pan on her. "A new hairstyle!"
She winked at the camera, giving it plenty of time to take her in.
A natural brunette, she had dyed her long hair to a bright blonde. Normally, she let her hair fall to her shoulders, but now she had long pigtails, tied with pink bows. A pair of cat ears rested on her head as well.
"Like what you see?" She giggled.
The camera lens dropped slowly, bringing her new outfit into view as well.
She wore a dress that matched the same shades of purple as her mechsuit. The dress was dark purple and very low cut. A large pink bow was displayed on her neck, barely distracting from her perky breasts. There were also short and poofy princess sleeves adding to the regal look.
The bottom of her dress blossomed into a slightly brighter shade of plum with a chain of beads around her waist. Another ribbon and diamond lay at the center, dangling just below her waist.
It was a big change from her skintight jumpsuit or the police uniform she wore for special events, but it didn't end there.
She was wearing diamond-patterned leggings that accentuated her slim legs. She proudly showed off her Mary-Janes. Black shoes with square heels and little black bows on the front.
She knocked her shoes together cutely as the camera rose again and raised an eyebrow cautiously.
"So…what do you guys think?" She asked nervously.
She was almost afraid to look at the comments, but once again the majority seemed absolutely positive.
"Dayumn gurl! You look amazing."
"YASSS! I love the lolita look! <3"
"Bold as ever! Fuckin diggin the blonde hair."
"You look purrfect! Very Hello Kitty!"
She smiled at all the nice comments, relieved that her fans were so receptive.
"I'm glad you guys like it so much! This should be fun, at least for a little while."
She threw up the peace sign and prepared to hop into her mech.
ZZZRRRTTTT!
There was the sound of electricity and a flash of bright blue light.
Hana lowered her hands from her eyes after the light had faded. The air smelled of burnt ozone.
Stepping out of a portal were two average looking men. One of them wore a black t-shirt with D.Va's face on it. There was a Power Glove strapped to his arm but it had been modified with a touchscreen.
His companion was also wearing an Overwatch t-shirt, but he lacked the fancy gear his friend had.
"Whoa! It actually worked! I can't believe it's her!"
"I told you, Brandon. I perfected this weeks ago. We can do anything we want now."
D.Va frowned and squinted her eyes at them. She drew her blaster and aimed it at them.
"I don't know who the hell you losers are, but you need to back away. Now."
Brandon raised his hands. "Uhh, is this supposed to happen, Lee?"
"Relax," Lee said, tapping the screen on his Power Glove. "She couldn't hurt us even if she tried. But she won't."
"The hell I won't!" D.Va growled. She felt a tingle down her spine and to her surprise she lowered the gun and let it fall to the ground.
"Wow, that's incredible." Brandon was dumbstruck. "You can control her?"
Lee nodded. "Yup. With this, I can alter or change anything I want."
"Go to hell, creeps! I don't know what you're up to, but-"
She tried to move into an attack position, but her body refused to listen. There was a tingle down her spine again that seemed to lessen when she obeyed it. She felt a strong urge to behave a certain way, and no matter how much she told herself she didn't want to, she just couldn't fight it.
Brandon kept his distance. Apparently, the fact that she had disarmed herself and was standing still, did nothing to calm him.
"She seems kind of…mean. Can we do something about that?"
Lee nudged him in the arm. "You're such a baby sometimes. She can't do shit to you, dude. But if she's too 'mean', we can fix that."
He pressed more buttons on the Power Glove and then used his finger to drag a slider to the left. There was a notable lack of tension in D.Va's body corresponding with his actions.
D.Va wanted to speak out, to threaten, or glean more information from them, but she found it impossible to speak as well as move. She was trapped inside her own body.
"See?" Lee walked up to her. "She can't do anything."
To demonstrate he touched her breast through her dress. D.Va's tits weren't very big, but he grabbed a handful and squeezed until he was sure it would cause pain.
D.Va grimaced, but it was the only response she could give.
Brandon gasped. "This is insane, dude. We can just touch her, however we want?"
He reached out to touch her face, fascinated with the way her skin felt. His pudgy fingertips ran across her porelain skin, much to her dislike.
"She's so life like…"
"Don't touch you piece of shit!" D.Va. thought. But outside of her head, all she could do was make a disgusted face/ She couldn't even turn her head to the side. She began to panic and didn't even think about his strange comment.
"We can do a lot more than touch her, Brandon. We can make her touch us."
Lee pressed another button on a long list of commands and D.Va fell to her knees to undo his belt.
Brandon chuckled, immediately enjoying the image of her scraping her stockings on the ground just to get at Lee's cock.
D.Va was less amused. She had dealt with perverts her entire career and thought she had done a good job handling them, but this was far worse than anything she'd encountered before.
She moved forward a few inches, catching her skirt beneath her knees. She begged herself to stop but it was useless.
Instead she unzipped Lee's pants and pulled them down to his thighs.
His cock flopped out, striking her in the chin. She might have gasped if she had control of her actions, but before she could even look at the hard and musky cock she was putting her lips over it. She took it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around repeatedly. And then she moved her head down until his cock hit the back of her throat.
"UULP!"
"Heh, I guess D.Va doesn't know how to deepthroat." Brandon laughed.
The heroine continued her lewd gulping sounds, realizing her airflow was decreasing as she continued to prod her throat open with his cock. She wanted to stop and get his sweaty cock out of her mouth, but her body refused to listen.
Lee smirked at his friend. "It doesn't matter if she knows how. It's what she's going to do."
He didn't touch anything else on his pad. He just watched as D.Va continued to shove her own head down to his crotch. It was like she couldn't stop herself and her movement grew stronger as the entrance to her throat grew weaker until…
"Thuullp!"
D.Va forced Lee's cock into her throat. Inch by inch, she moved down his cock, eyes squinting angrily as she forced herself to deepthroat him. She blinked and black tears rolled down her pale white cheeks.
Lee gasped. "Oh shit, I didn't expect that to feel as good as it did…"
He held up his glove for Brandon to see the screen. A simple command had been highlighted.
"Deepthroat user's cock. Balls deep."
"Heh," Brandon responded. "That's fucked up."
"HHUURRK!" D.Va couldn't help the nasty sounds from her throat. She continued swallowing his cock until at long last, her chin pressed against his balls, throat burning the entire time.
Her hands never left her lap, so to the horrified girl, it felt like a pair of invisible hands was pushing her face down. In reality it was all her and that made it so much worse.
She looked desperately at Lee and then Brandon, hoping for some kind of reprieve. There was none.
"Haha, look at her freak out." Brandon laughed. "She probably can't breath like that can she?"
"Nope." Lee grinned. "And it feels fucking great. I can totally feel her throat clenching around my cock. And she just has to take it."
The heroine gurgled, her nostrils flaring as she was unable to withdraw. The boys just looked at her with perverse curiosity, watching her eyes turn bloodshot as mascara tears stained her face.
"So this can't, like…kill her, can it?" Brandon asked, feeling slightly concerned as her face turned a deep shade of red.
Lee shrugged as he moaned. "Unngh. I don't fucking know. She's a fucking video game character. Gaawd, that feels good. Fuck. Ngggh."
Her eyes darted back to Brandon, hoping he might provide assistance. She failed to notice the rising boner in his pants. The lack of air was making her dizzy and her vision was blurring.
"Jesus. It's so fucked up…but it's kind of hot too. Look at the dumb bitch. Her eye is twitching."
They both laughed as D.Va continued suffocating on cock. Her eye was indeed starting to twitch, her pupils rattling as she struggled to stay conscious.
"F-f-fuck I'm almost there. Time to let her head up. Slowly."
He chose another option and D.Va began slowly edging herself back from his cock. The bulge in her throat shrank little by little. She snorted unintentionally, desperate for air. Lee still had other ideas in mind.
He grabbed her pigtails. and used them to pull her face back into his crotch, filling the empty space in her throat.
Her body shook with silent sobs as she realized her ordeal was far from over.
"Mmmph! Yes! Alllmost there. Almost fucking there!" Lee pulled harder on her pigtails forcing her to go against the very command he had given her.
He pulled her down to his balls every time, forcing her to back up the length of his cock again and again.
"Hnnnh! HNNNNH!" She wheezed like an asthmatic without an aspirator, eyelids fluttering randomly.
"Fuck! Here it cums!" Lee announced.
His throbbing cock expanded in her throat, pulsing as he dumped huge globs of cum directly into her stomach. He released her pigtails and she quickly pulled back, eager to get air, but the deluge of cum erupting from his cock was so huge, that it ended up going down the wrong windpipe.
Her hope for air was once again dashed as grayish globs of cum, came spewing out of her nose. She pulled her mouth from his cock, vomiting gouts of sticky cum while her body involuntarily tried to breath.
"HHYOOORRKKUAAAG!" She was horrified and humiliated by the sound her throat made as she evacuated his jizz all over the front of her dress. And that was before she realized it was all being streamed for thousands of people.
Lee pulled his cock from her mouth completely, but he didn't stop there. He continued ejaculating, sending ropes of semen into her pretty blonde hair and shooting one of her cat ears, so the cotton was stained with jizz. His last load of cum was weak, but it splattered drops of cum all over her face and pigtails.
Her pretty pink ribbon folded under the weight of Lee's cum while the majority was soaked into her dress, staining it permanently.
D.Va's face was a mess as well, both nostrils drooling cum while her pink lips were coated in semen. Her chin and neck were soaked with cum and saliva, making her look like an inexperienced cockwhore. But now that her objective had been achieved, she couldn't move her body again.
She was forced to sit there gasping and ruminating in cockfilth and feeling horribly ashamed.
The boys were laughing hysterically. Lee was doubled over, his cock still drooling sperm onto the floor. Brandon was holding his hands to his forehead, laughing right in the poor girl's face.
"Holy shit! Did you hear that? She sounded like one of those pornstars when they're choking on one of those massive dicks. ULLK ULK ULK!" He pretended to make the same gagging noises that had been forced from D.Va's throat.
Lee pulled his pants up. "God damn, it felt good. It felt like she was having a seizure on my cock, dude."
He straightened up and pulled his pants up to his waist.
"Man, we're gonna have a lot of fun with this. You wanna give her a try?"
D.Va's eyes lit up with fear. Well, her right one did. The left one refused to open entirely. It just twitched like a strobe light.
"Naw, man. I'm good. I'm not a fan of sloppy seconds. And this bitch looks nasty now. Let's find another one."
"Fine with me."
Lee opened up a portal again and the pair left as soon as they had come. Once they were gone, D.Va found she could move again.
She instantly broke down sobbing, inbetween choking up the rest of Lee's semen. Her hand scrambled for her phone, looking for help of any kind. Her fingers were slick with jizz, making it impossible to swipe out of the comment section.
It seemed her fans had either been disgusted with the show. Or grossly entertained.
"WTF! Who were those guys??? I can't believe they did that to our Black Cat D.Va!"
"ROFL That was better than the horse video."
"I think pigtails were a bad idea… [font="Segoe]☹[/font]"
"I prefer her original outfit. Not this pandering crap."
Frustrated and humiliated, she scrambled into her mech, crying angrily. She piloted herself to somewhere safe, vowing to destroy her new outfit and to cut her cum drenched pigtails off.
With every step, her stomach gurgled painfully, threatening to force all of the semen she had swallowed back up. It paled in comparison to the pain she felt in her throat and the pain she felt deep down knowing she would forever be known as a cockwhore.
The Darkest Timeline. These are "Bad End" stories in the format of those old "What If?" comics.
I take canon plots involving your favorite characters and then take them to a very dark place...
Each chapter is decided on my Patreon, where patrons can vote on who to debase and humiliate next. They also get to see these stories before I release them to the public...
If this intrigues you, check out my Patreon for more goodies!
Episode 10: Power Girl - Humiliation, Excessive Cum, Bestiality, Big Tits, Dubcon, Corruption
(Voted for on Patreon as “Best of 2017), this is the follow up to Episode 9, after Power Girl has been outed for being a sexual deviant)
Dave Billings was a window washer for the towering Starrware Industries building. Every week he'd set up his gear and rappel down the side of the building with his squeegee and cleaning materials. He'd wipe the windows clean and marvel at the view from high above the city. The heights had never bothered him and in his 5 years of windowwashing, there'd never been an incident.
Until that day.
KABOOM!
The tower was rattled by an incredible force that shattered glass and sent it raining down on Dave.
He cowered in fear, hoping he wouldn't be slashed to ribbons, but he was fortunate enough for the glass to miss him. The explosion left the ropes of his harness frayed and just as he realized it was going to snap, he was falling from 20 stories high.
There was no need to fear. In an impressive display of speed and agility, he was scooped up by his harness in the arms of a brave superhero.
Shocked, and still very much stunned, Dave cried out with relief. "Superman!"
"Try again." A woman's voice responded.
The window washer looked up to see that his savior. From below all he could see was a pair of tits crammed into a white leotard. They jiggled wildly inside of her cleavage hole as they flew above the city.
Dave knew exactly who it was.
"Power Slut!" He cheered.
"Oi, the name is Power Girl!" She grumbled.
"I never seen a girl do the nasty things you did."
He joked, referring to the private photos that had gone public of her letting comic store nerds feel her up. More specifically, he was referring to the photos of her giving a young boy a titfuck that would ruin him for all other titfucks in his life.
Dave and millions of citizens had seen PG with jizz between her tits and all over her face. It was not easily forgotten and her new name was a great reminder.
The heroine rolled her eyes, while searching for a safe place to land.
"Hmph, I can still drop you, you know." She loosened her grip on his harness letting him fall just a few inches.
"Whoa, whoa! No need to get angry Power Tits- I mean Power Whore- Girl! Power Girl!"
She found a rooftop far from the chaos behind them and dropped him there.
"Whatever. Just remember who saved your life today."
She immediately turned around and flew back into the fray. Parasite was causing havoc yet again, demolishing buildings and putting innocent lives in danger.
Life had been rough after losing her secret identity almost a year before. Her credibility had also taken an irreparable blow that would last her the rest of her superpowered career. She was fortunate enough for the Justice League to allow her to stay on the team, albeit in a less public position, but to the rest of the world she was a whore and a sexual predator at that. No one could believe a young teen was able to blackmail and manipulate her and it made no difference. She knew she had done something wrong and she was determined to make it up to everyone by becoming a respectable hero again.
She flew directly toward the smoking crater where Parasite had crashed into her former place of employ. It was a bit difficult having such a prominent reminder of what she had lost, but she powered through with her fist cocked, ready to knock him sky high.
That's when Superman gently floated down before her. She halted in mid-air, but was going to fast to stop completely. She piled into his chest with an "Oof" and felt her tits nearly bounce out of her top as they hit his folded arms.
Power Girl shook her head and looked at him with confusion.
"What's going on, Clark? We've got a villain to apprehend." She furrowed her brow.
He looked at her calmly, like the boyscout he was. "Yes, we've got a villain to apprehend. The League has it from here."
Indeed, the other members of the Justice League were already rescuing people from the ensuing fallout and debris while Batman and Wonder Woman surrounded Parasite.
"But why, Supes? I can help. Just give me a chance." PG pleaded.
He looked down, unable to meet her eyes, but then he realized he was staring at her breasts and so looked elsewhere. "You're a distraction, Karen. I'm afraid you'll just put others in danger."
She pouted. "What do you mean I'm a 'distraction'?"
"Exactly what I said."
Superman didn't need to explain any further. The moment people realized "Power Slut" was on the scene all eyes were drawn towards her. The people down below pointed and hollered filthy names at her, bruising her ego with each one.
The League also noticed her arrival and Hal Jordan was first to mock her.
"Hey Power Girl, what're you doing here? There's no kids to molest is there?" He joked.
Flash chuckled. "Hey, GL. Ease up. She can molest me with those huge knockers."
While he was laughing, Parasite had evaded Batman and punched Flash in the face, sending him flying into a parked car. But even the monster was distracted by the big-titted superhero.
"Power Girl?" He asked in his monstrous voice.
Superman turned to fly away. "See? A distraction. Meet me at the Watchtower and we'll…talk about it."
"Fine. But I'm not happy about this."
. . .
Twenty minutes later, Superman returned to the Watchtower to find PG sitting alone in the commons. She had her head hung low and her hands between her knees, looking absolutely defeated.
"I'm sorry, Karen. I just don't think this is going to work. I don't think even Doctor Fate could fix this."
Karen threw up her hands. "I don't get it, Clark. I made one mistake. One. And no one on earth will let me forget it. There's not a man or woman alive who shows me respect anymore…"
Superman averted his gaze again. "That…that's not true. The members of the League still have the utmost respect for-"
ZOOOM!
True to his namesake, Flash entered the room and left it before either of his comrades could acknowledge him. He did leave a gift behind though.
"Ahh, fuck! That burns!" PG whined, patting at her chest.
Flash had given her a speedforce titfuck that left her cleavage chafed from his infinitely fast pounding. There was also a considerable amount of jizz coating the inside of her breasts and dampening the front of her costume.
She reached into her cleavagehole to coax up the copious cumload and massage her breasts, but Flash's instant titfuck had left them feeling extremely sensistive.
Her breath caught in her chest as she tried not to yell at him. She could already hear him laughing, probably halfway around the Watchtower.
"What a jerk." She whined. "See? Nobody respects me anymore…"
Superman could see the tears in her eyes and racked his brain for a way to cheer her up.
"Well, let's be honest Karen. Your breasts have always been a source of attention and it's not like you were a fantastic icon for women to begin with. That being said, I think I know at least one person who still sees you for your sweet and selfless personality..."
PG blushed, trying not to smile. "Is it you?"
He looked confused. "What? No. Sorry if I gave you that impression. I was talking about Krypto."
With a swift whistle, Superman called upon his best friend and pet who frequently lounged about in the tower.
The white-furred dog came padding into the room, yawning after a long nap.
"He's been a little out of sorts since he was exposed to that black kryptonite a few days ago, so he could use a friend while he recovers. And there's no one better to have by your side when you're feeling down in the dumps."
Superman knelt beside the dog and patted his head.
"Hey boy, Karen here needs a friend. Think you've got what it takes?"
The dog barked positively in response.
PG wiped tears from her eyes, trying to smile. "You think he could fetch me a towel for this mess?"
"Sure." Superman said. "Krypto, go."
The dog dashed out of the room, leaving them alone again.
"Thanks, Clark, you really are the best."
"It's going to be okay, Karen. Just…take it easy for a bit."
WOOPWOOPWOOP!
The alert went off again, alerting everyone on the Watchtower to another crisis taking place.
"Keep an eye on Krypto and we'll finish this conversation when I get back."
Superman and the rest of the league left PG there to contemplate things.
She sat on the couch and waited patiently for Krypto. The dog returned, holding a towel in his mouth.
"Hey boy! Thanks for the help." Karen smiled.
She failed to notice the twitch of Krypto's head. When she reached for the towel the dog let out a low growl and bit down on the cloth.
PG tugged in return, trying to free it from his teeth. "So you wanna play, huh?"
He growled in response, holding his position and forcing her to bend at the waist.
"C'mon, pooch. Give it up."
PG was getting annoyed. The battle between them was causing Flash's jizz to spill out of her cleavagehole and onto the floor. Just another mess she was not looking forward to cleaning.
Krypto was so adamant about keeping the towel, it was beginning to tear between his teeth. His eyes were completely dilated and it was becoming obvious that something was very wrong.
"Krypto, buddy, what's wrong?" Karen reached past the towel to pet his head and the dog quickly snapped at her fingers causing her to withdraw.
"Krypto! What's gotten into you?!" PG cried, holding her hand aside.
Suddenly she remembered what Superman had said about black kryptonite. The effects on a kryptonian were extremely violent.
The dog reared up, preparing to strike.
Karen didn't want to hurt him, but she knew she had to get away. She turned to escape, but the dog took advantage by biting her cape.
"Hllk!" She choked as the cape tugged on her neck.
He pounced on her back, sending her facefirst into the couch.
SHHRIIP!
Dazed and afraid, PG looked over her shoulder to see her cape had been torn to shreds and Krypto was locking his front paws around her waist.
She held her hands up protectively.
"Krypto! Stop! STOP!"
The dog disobeyed, pouncing onto her from behind. His hind legs kept her thighs pinned to the floor, digging into her bright blue boots with his claws.
Her arms flailed backwards as she tried to push him off, but it was no use. He bit down on her neck, pinning her to the couch. It also kept her from struggling out of fear he might hurt her.
Tears fell down her face. "Please, Krypto. Don’t do this."
She felt his doggy cock throbbing against her crotch and she knew just what to expect. His hips lunged forward, grinding his doggy cock from her pussy up the crack of her ass. PG could feel it, hot and bulging and driving against her crotch over and over.
She held out hope that maybe the dog would come to his senses, or at worst, would only dryhump her. Unfortunately, the dog took advantage of his strength. He dropped his full weight onto her back, forcing her to arc her back. In that crucial moment, he shoved his hips forward as hard as he could.
SSSRRRIP!
"OOH GAAWWD!" PG gave a muffled cry into the couch as the kryptonian canine used his cock to tear away the crotch of her costume and raped her with his massive doggy dong.
Her fingers grabbed handfuls of cushioning as her pussy was bludgeoned with a cock that rivaled most human men. She was horrified to feel it forcing her open and scraping her insides but Power Girl was powerless to stop.
"BAD KRYPTO! BAD BAD DOG!"
The superheroine sobbed, reminded yet again that even the nicest dog on the planet considered her an easy to breed bitch and nothing more. He plunged into her pussy harder and harder, his little doggy balls bouncing on her clit.
"NNGGH! NNG!" She moaned into the couch cushion. "SO! Fucking! Hard! UNNGH!"
Her shame grew as she realized she was starting to enjoy it. It had been a very long time since she'd had enjoyable sex and Krypto's canine dong was stimulating her pussy more than she was willing to admit to herself.
"Krypto -mmmnng- Stop, boy! This is bad! So bad!" Her toes curled in her boots, as the dog drilled into her harder and harder.
After ten minutes of his relentless pounding, something in her finally broke and she pushed back against the beast, inciting another growl from him. He fucked her with brutal paces, keeping his paws below her bouncing tits, while his hindlegs scampered on the floor.
"Harder, Krypto! Fuck me -unnghh- harder!" She hated herself for enjoying it so much, but there was nothing she could do stop him anyway, so why not enjoy it.
His cock bulged and throbbed, stretching her pussy to the limit. She could feel his knot swelling against her pussy, growing to the size of a bocce ball.
Power Girl only had a vague understanding of canine anatomy, but she had a good idea about what was going to happen. She tried to contain herself for a moment, using her hands to grab Krypto's cock and keep him from knotting her.
"Easy, boy. Mmmgn, easy!" She whined, as he bucked his hips harder.
His speedy thrusts were too much to handle and with her soft gloves it was difficult to maintain her grip on him. Her fingers slipped from his shaft for just a split second but it was all the time he needed.
SCHLOORP!
His huge knot was suddenly crammed into her pussy along with the rest of his dong. Power Girl was being knotted by Superman's dog.
"OOOOO, Krypto! I'm cumming! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!"
The busty heroine beat on the couch, grimacing as she was filled with immense pain and pleasure from having such a large and gnarly object forced into her pussy. She felt horrible shame that a dog was making her climax and that only added to her orgasm, causing her legs to shake wildly. Pussy juice exploded over the dog's crotch, wetting his fur as it dripped onto the stainless steel floor.
"Fuck! What's wrong with me?! UNNNGHH!" She came again, harder and against her broken will.
Krypto could no longer hold back his own orgasm. Keeping Power Girl in place, he flooded her pussy with doggy cum in a futile attempt to breed the superpowered bitch. His hindlegs scratched at the back of her thighs as he tried desperately to get even deeper into her womb.
He filled her up with so much doggy sperm, it flooded her pussy until it was forced out around his knot, splashing the floor and joining the heroine's grayish cum puddle.
Power Girl felt her pink pussy swallow his knot entirely, stretching in ways it would never recover from. Even after his shaking orgasm subsided she could still feel him locked inside her. It didn't feel like it was getting any smaller either.
"Okay, okay." She gasped between moans. "You have to pull out, Krypto. We need to clean this up, before the League return."
Both Power Girl and Krypto had returned to their senses. The dog feeling immensely satisfied and the woman feeling sticky and extremely embarrassed.
Krypto turned around with his knot still inside her. The strange sensation scraped her sore pussy in a pleasurable way that left PG cross-eyed for a moment.
"Unnng! Easy, Krypto! Just go real slow…"
Her instructions were ignored as something else had gotten his attention. He tried to bound away, but was restrained by his own knot and PG's pussy. It was still surprisingly tight around his knot, though her elasticity would never truly recover. Or her self esteem…
"Ahh, Krypto…Slow! I said go, slow." It finally hit her that her pussy might be completely ruined if Krypto didn't ease out of her pussy.
The dogs nails clicked on the floor as he tried to pull out. Power Girl tried to hold onto the couch, gritting her teeth as her cunt refused to let him go. She was no match for the determined dog and so she was pulled from the couch and fell facefirst into the puddle of her own cum mixed with the doggy cum. Her tits were now splattered with even more cum and her top was soaked through so her pale tits and pink nipples were clearly visible.
Head ringing from the fall, Power Girl shook her head slightly and wiped some of the cum from her mouth and cheeks.
"Fuck. This is so disgusting. Just imagine if Clark found me like this…" She muttered. Finally she could feel Krypto's knot getting smaller. She tried again to pull herself free of his monstrous canine cock.
That's when she heard footsteps. Horrified, she tried to scramble away, but the knot was still too big to remove herself. Krypto barked excitedly, betraying PG and any hope she had of getting away.
"Karen?! What on earth?!"
Blushing she turned her head to see Superman and the rest of the Justice League watching her with a mix of horror and genuine amazement.
"I-I can explain. It was Krypto. And the- and the kryptonite- and the-"
She stammered to explain, but the thick cum falling from her lips was almost as damning as the fact that Krypto was still lodged deep within her pussy. His tongue lolled out of his mouth innocently. The damn dog was completely unaware he had ruined what little remained of PG's career, her friendships, and her fragile dignity.
Flash grinned. "Holy shit, Power Girl. You really screwed the pooch this time."
He zoomed over, leaning next to her face while avoiding the mess of cum. He pulled out his phone for a superspeed selfie with the humiliated heroine.
"Doggy whore says 'what'."
He spoke so fast, she didn't understand what he had said and then his camera flash blinded her, etching in her mind the image of Superman looking down at her with complete disgust.
The Darkest Timeline. These are "Bad End" stories in the format of those old "What If?" comics.
I take canon plots involving your favorite characters and then take them to a very dark place...
Each chapter is decided on my Patreon, where patrons can vote on who to debase and humiliate next. They also get to see these stories before I release them to the public...
If this intrigues you, check out my Patreon for more goodies!
(Based on Issue #10 of Power Girl...You know the one.)
"Hello, ladies."
Holding her door open, Power Girl scowled at Fisher. She quickly noticed how his eyes darted from her chest to her fellow heroine, Atlee, as she finished putting her top on. The pair had just wrapped up a battle with Satanna and PG hadn't even changed into her civilian clothes.
"Come here to give yourself up?" PG asked.
"Not really." Fisher didn't bother with lying. "I'm here to make a deal with you. An exchange."
She sighed and let the boy into her apartment before her neighbors could hear anything incriminating.
Once he was inside she let him continue, peeling her blue combat boots from her slender legs. Her tits jiggled every time she tugged on them.
The preteen continued his pitch.
"The photos…" He held up three fingers. "For three favors."
Dropping one boot to the floor, the heroine stood tall, trying to intimidate him. It had the opposite effect since he was directly eye level with her jugs. She could feel his stare on her breasts. It was sadly nothing new for her.
"Aren't you a bit young for blackmail?"
"I'm dealing with puberty and a whole lot of peer pressure."
She almost admired his candidness. "Good point. What if I don't want to play along?"
She could hear his heart beat faster.
"You're a hero. You won't do anything really bad to me."
And then his smugness returned. Folding his arms across his chest, he admitted his master plan.
"I've got all the pictures queued to upload tonight. So even if you rat me out to my mom, I can still leak them to the internet.
"What do you want?" PG snapped.
Perhaps in another reality, Fisher's intentions would've revealed a sweet but misguided attempt at gaining respect among his peers, but unfortunately, in this timeline, the preteen's good nature was no match for his growing libido and Power Girl's overwhelming sexuality.
"The first deman--er, 'request'--is a simple one and has to be done today, since it's Wednesday. I want you to come with me to pick up my weekly comics later today…and pretend to be my girlfriend."
PG rolled her eyes. How typical of a young boy.
"Like anyone's going to believe that…Sure, kid. Tell me the name of the comic book store and I'll meet you there at six tonight."
"Really?!?" Fisher couldn't believe her willingness towards his plan. Though he wasn't being completely honest… "I mean, cool…"
The First Favor
At 6 that night, Fisher waited impatiently wondering when Power Girl would arrive. He had checked his watch for the third time when he felt a soft breeze brush his hair back.
The heroine floated down from the sky with a slyly amused Atlee in tow. She wouldn't have brought the fledgling heroine along if she hadn't promised to act as her mentor.
"C'mon! You're late." Fisher whined.
"And you're lucky I'm here at all, you little brat." PG clenched her fists.
"Hey, relax." Atlee rested her hand on PG's shoulder. "This is nothing for a superhero like you. Right?"
PG sighed, dropping her head and shoulders.
"Fiiine. Let's get this over with."
She brushed Atlee's hand from her shoulder. "You. Stay out here. This should only take a few minutes."
With a grin, Fisher held open the door for and she begrudgingly entered the store.
Atlee waited a few moments before following them inside.
"There's no way I'm going to miss this…" She giggled deviously.
The comic shop interior was reminiscent of stereotypical comic book dungeons. Musty longboxes piled haphazardly on wooden tables, shelves crammed with new comics along with graphic novels collecting dust.
The patrons were mostly scrawny awkward men, looking like extra's from the Big Bang Theory.
They all stopped to stare when PG entered the building. Fisher stood in front of her with his arms crossed. The little bastard felt like the king of the world.
"Oh my god…Is that really Power Girl?"
"Yup," Fisher nodded. ", and she's with me." He proudly announced.
Power Girl rolled her eyes, hoping for some cataclysmic event to get her out of there.
There was no such luck as she was quickly surrounded. More than a few of them had their eyes on her tits as usual. She could practically hear their boners expand in their trousers.
An older teen came up to Fisher.
"So how much did you pay her?"
"Nothing, man. She just really likes me."
The kid laughed in his face. "Yeah, right."
The crowd began to chuckle and laugh. Nobody was buying the façade.
Power Girl actually felt a bit sorry for the kid. She cleared her throat, grabbing everyone's attention.
"You didn't tell me all your friends were so…nice." She joked. "But duty calls and the city needs me…"
She bent down, giving an even better view of her huge tits, and with a wet smack, planted a kiss on his cheek.
Before she could pull away, Fisher siezed the opportunity and forced his lips against hers. The freckled nerd enjoyed his first kiss, standing tiptoed. Reaching up, he grabbed her tits through her top.
She pulled away when his fingers found her nipples.
"Ok, I think that's enough." She wiped the boy's drool from her mouth with a grimace. "It's time for me to go…"
"Wait, you can't go yet…" The older teen said.
The other men eagerly agreed. They all wanted a chance to stand beside the busty heroine.
Atlee spoke up in a lower voice, pretending to be in the crowd.
"Aww, you're not gonna let everyone down are you? You could at least take some pictures or something, right?"
Fisher was happy to get away with the kiss, but he saw the chance to gain favor with his peers.
He held up two fingers and mouthed the words. "Another favor?"
The heroine propped her arms under her tits, causing them to bounce ludicrously.
"Fine." She growled.
The Second Favor
For the next twenty minutes, they took turns standing next to the superhero and posing. Atlee would hold their phones or cameras, snapping pictures for them.
Things started off innocently enough until Fisher's friends felt they were entitled to put their hands on Power Girl too.
During one picture, one man pinched PG's ass hard enough to make her squeal. She blushed before angrily grabbing his wrist and considered breaking it, but Atlee was there to make her think twice.
PG loosened her grip and smiled at the man. "Thanks for that. Who's next?"
She forced a smile, unintentionally encouraging the lewd behavior.
Soon, every guy was pinching her ass, even if they weren't taking a picture, and soon enough she felt someone else's hand sliding under her leotard and squeezing her soft buns.
To her credit, she kept her composure, blushing all the time, but doing her best to make sure no one was the wiser.
Atlee gave her a thumbs up sign. "You can do it, Power Girl."
Soon the assgroping wasn't enough. The men wanted to pose with her in elaborate ways.
FLASH*
Here, a teen was bending Power Girl over in front of him and pretending to hump her ass.
FLASH*
Here she was with another boy, this time on her knees as he pretended to fuck her face. He even went so far as to grind his bulging crotch against her mouth, forcing her lips into awkward shapes.
Power Girl scowled at him the entire time, but soon his turn was over and it was on to the next one.
FLASH*
Two girls stood side by side with PG, giving the peace sign. PG eased up just a little bit.
"When I grow up, I wanna be just like you." One of the girls said.
PG beamed. "Good, I aim to be a positive role model to women everywhere."
The other girl chimed in, completely ignoring the prideful statement.
"Yeah, if I had tits like yours, I bet guys would do whatever I want! I'd never have to work again!"
Power Girl was too stunned to say anything.
FLASH*
A boy with green hair styled after his idol, The Joker, started out with his arm around PG's waist, letting her boobs press against his chest. Just before the photo, he shoved his free hand into PG's cleavage hole and mauled her left breast. Disgusted and shocked, PG was too stunned to stop his sweaty palm from crushing her tit.
Atlee snapped multiple photos, making sure the boy's hand was clearly outlined beneath the top, and PG's priceless horror was captured forever.
"Okay! That's enough!" Power Girl announced, trying her best not to scream.
FLASH*
One last pic and finally the boy withdrew his hand. She shuddered with his palm sweat lingering on her skin.
FLASH*
The last man went for a different target, grabbing her crotch and pulling her leotard up until it was flossing her ass and showing off her cameltoe.
PG couldn't even fake a smile beyond that, but Atlee took the picture anyway, unphased by the abuse her mentor was putting up with.
"I hate to cut things short," PG lied, picking a wedgie from the crack of her ass. "But I really must be going."
Of course, by now no one was paying attention to her. They were praising Fisher for letting them feel up his "girlfriend".
"This is the greatest day of my life."
"Definitely one for the spank bank."
"I'm never washing this hand again…"
Power Girl frowned at the blatant objectification. She tried not to think of the fact that the collection of unflattering photos of her had now grown exponentially. She could only hope if they went public, no one would believe it was her.
"Ugh, whatever."
Pouting, she stormed out of the store. There was a growing pit of dread in her stomach which just added to her humiliation.
"Wow, you really give it your all for your fans, don't you?" Atlee had, of course, followed her outside.
PG wasn't sure if this was sarcasm or an innocent comment, but she wanted to punch the brunette in the face. At the very least, she considered stranding her friend there while she went home to mope.
Before she could take off, Fisher came sprinting out of the store.
"Wait! There's still one favor left."
PG snapped. Grabbing him by his collar, she lifted him into the air.
"You mean, letting a bunch of strangers feel me up wasn't enough?"
He held his hands up to show his honesty.
"That wasn't my fault. You could've stopped it at anytime…"
Her lip curled as she thought about it. "Bullshit! You didn't give me a choice."
Truthfully she knew she could have left at anytime. She wanted to appease the boy to keep her identity safe, but it wasn't as if he had told her to let them feel her up.
She set him down.
"I'm so tired of this. Your last 'request'. What is it?"
He pointed at her tits. "Those. I want a tit job." He said the word awkwardly, as if he had only just learned it from the internet.
"Hah!" Atlee laughed loudly, before clapping her mouth shut.
To everyone's surprise, Power Girl didn't fly into a rage. She was silent for a moment and when she spoke her voice was volatile.
"If I do, you swear on your grave that you'll delete those photos?"
"Scout's Honor. I mean it!" He said in earnest.
"Let's go back to my place."
The Third Favor
"I swear…" Power Girl grumbled. She couldn't even fault the boy. With her generous boobwindow how could she blame anyone for wanting to get their hands on them. Even a young boy…
She was also well aware that her kryptonian heritage had given her a massive rack. Soft, warm, and practically made for stroking men off. Almost as if Kryptonian women were made purely for sex.
"Well…you gonna take your pants off or what?"
The boy was nervous now that he was about to live out his greatest fantasy. He'd never even kissed a girl before that day and now he was about to stick his dick between the most popular pair of tits on earth. Well, besides Wonder Woman's.
He sat on the edge of her bed, where she knelt down before him. PG had made it very clear that she didn't want Atlee to see or hear any part of the act. It was also an opportunity to get into his phone while he was distracted. Hopefully, they could erase the photos and keep them uploading.
Fisher pulled his pants down. His cock was already hardening at an average 5 inches.
PG was almost as nervous as him. She felt that she would be forever tainted touching the boy, but a deal was a deal.
She reached for his cock, swallowing her pride. Fisher took the initiative though. He grabbed hold of her shoulders and thrust his cock between her pale white jugs.
"Whoa! Easy!" She grumbled, but made no attempt to stop him as he shoved his cock directly between her tits.
She turned her face so she wouldn't have to see his pudgy gut moving toward her face, but she could still hear his prepubescent grunts and moans as his pecker forced it's way between her tits.
He was completely lost in his pleasure, feeling her super tits sheathed around his cock. She, on the other hand, was bored and ready for it to be over.
"Hnngg…hunngh…" The little boy panted. His eyes shut tight as he used Power Girl's tits to bring himself to climax.
She pursed her lips, feeling the wetness of his cum squishing between her fleshy orbs. Hopefully it meant the end was approaching, but the boy had impressive stamina.
Although it was ecstasy for Fisher, Power Girl's tits were starting to chafe from his frantic humping. His nails dug into her shoulders as he rocked her back and forth.
"Come on! Hngg. Hurry up, kid."
Slssh slllsh slissh!
Fisher's face was nearly as red as his hair when he finally came. His preteen cock shot a massive load of cum directly into her cleavage.
The cum blast was so powerful, PG felt her tits pushed further apart to accommodate the barrage of cum.
Fisher fell back onto the bed, knocked out from his own orgasm. His cock gave a final spurt as he fell, spattering PG's pretty face from chin to forehead.
She was in shock as well. She'd never seen anyone cum so hard.
The inside of her tits were absolutely drenched with nutbutter. She could hear it squelching as it poured down her belly, congealing on her skin.
Her costume had turned gray around her bust and torso, where his spunk had soaked through. Like an overstuffed éclair, creamy white sperm spilled from her cleavage and out the front of her costume in spongey globs. She could feel it weighing her top down, pulling more of her cleavage into view and allowing the cum to flow even faster.
She felt like she'd never be clean again, but the worst was over.
"Glad that's over with." PG called out to Atlee. "Any luck with the phone?"
Atlee came into the room. She had been working on Fisher's cellphone while PG "distracted" him. At first she didn't say anything, her eyes shifting away from PG.
"Well…I found the pictures on his email server, and I managed to stop them from being sent…"
"But?" Power Girl felt worried now. She spit out some of Fisher's cum from her mouth, letting it dribble down her chin in a foamy mess.
"He had them queued somewhere else."
The cum-painted heroine grabbed the phone and peered at the screen even as jizz sloshed between her cleavage.
The phone vibrated in her hands as a stream of constant updates came in from the boy's Facebook account. The dreaded photos showing her changing from her costume into her civilian clothes, the nudes he had captured before she had caught onto his scheme, it was all on his feed.
She felt her stomach dropped as she realized her life was ruined. Her business would surely suffer from this. Driving home the humiliation, was the mass of comments on the image. Her own phone started to buzz as her various friends from the Justice League tried to reach her.
Before long, her new name was trending across the internet.
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"Richard, I do not believe I have ever heard of the language, Mendacity." Starfire said as she crawled into bed with a man almost twice her age.
The bearded beach bum just smiled. "Just call me Rick, sweetheart."
"Rick, that reminds me of a close friend. His name is Dick…"
"Well plenty of people have called me that too." The bearded man chuckled.
It was a strange contrast to see. The man was bone thin and looked like he hadn't seen a shower in days. His pasty skin was freckled with patches of dirt and he smelled of seawater from frequent time at the beach. He was wearing an old pair of red swim trunks and some ancient flipflops.
It seemed unlikely Starfire was physically attracted to him, but she felt he was trustworthy, and he had invited her to stay in his nice home. Perhaps it was typical behavior for a citizen of Florida, but all of the pictures in his house had been set on their face and he insisted they enter through the sliding doors in the kitchen and not the front door. Starfire chocked it up as an Earth custom she was not familiar with.
The orange-skinned beauty's breasts swayed in her bikini just inches from his bony chest and he happily reached out to grab them.
The promiscuous Tamaranian did nothing to stop him and in fact seemed unaffected as he bounced her tits in his hands.
"Are the Mendarians an alien race, perhaps?" She asked, still clearly confused.
"No, sweetie. Some -uhh- middle eastern race. Being from another planet I'm sure you've never heard of them."
Starfire smiled, satisfied with this explanation. "And you have spent time with these people? You speak their language?"
Rick slid his fingers beneath her bikini top, delighting in how soft her skin was. He had never enjoyed a space princess before, but she felt like what he imagined a super model would. Only better.
"Oh, yes. I'm very fluent in their language. So if you wanna do that, uh, language learnin' thing you do…"
She smiled playfully. "You mean kissing? Yes, that is how I learn languages quickly. And that is why I have come to Florida," She said the name awkwardly, like a child. "To 'learn and 'discover' myself. My purpose."
"Uh huh, sure sweetie." Ricky peeled off his trunks, his hard prick jutting against Starfire's belly.
He was actually surprised when she suddenly pressed her lips to his. Her naivety was obvious, but she seemed to have very little in the way of personal boundaries. She stuck her tongue into his mouth tasting the cigarettes and booze he frequently consumed.
The taste was unpleasant but she saw it as an educational act, not a lewd one, though the intimacy of the act was getting her excited and wet.
After a minute, she pulled her mouth from his. She looked confused and slightly disappointed.
"That is strange. It seems I have gained no knowledge from our kiss. I am no closer to understanding this Mendacity language."
"Hmm, that's strange." Rick shrugged. "Perhaps you need more…fluid to interact with?"
"More fluid? You mean like saliva? I suppose another kiss might work."
Rick chuckled. "Actually, I had something else in mind…You've sucked cock before, right, Princess?"
She pursed her lips, looking strangely embarassed.
"Well, yes, on several occasions, Jason and Roy would take turns putting their 'cocks' in my mouth. I was later informed that this was inappropriate behavior. Are you suggesting I might be able to discern this language by swallowing your seed?"
He had no idea who she was talking about, but he agreed. "I mean, it only makes sense, right?"
Her quizzical look became suspicious. "You are not just saying this so I will swallow your semen, right? Many men have convinced me to orally stimulate them with less than honest means."
Rick felt his heart skip for a moment. He had seen Supergirl on the news before and he wondered if Tamaranians could shoot lasers from their eyes like Kryptonians. Starfire was so easygoing and promiscuous, he realized he probably could have just asked for a blowjob, but he was too far into the lie and he had to follow through.
"Noo, Princess." He cooed. "I wouldn't lie to you. I'm trying to help you. If I happen to enjoy it in the process than that's a win for both of us, isn't it? And after all, I'm letting you stay here in my home free-of-charge. I think a blowjob is a fair trade."
Her frightening look was replaced with her warm smile again. "Yes, this is true. I will gladly give you 'The Blowjob'."
Rick's hands were already in her flaming red hair, tangled in the curls, as he pushed her head down on his crotch.
Starfire was used to this treatment and quickly went to work. Her lips enveloped the crown of his cock, her tongue swirling over and around it as she covered it with her spit. Just the way Jason had trained her.
Rick let out a low moan, informing Starfire that she was doing well. She massaged his balls in her hands, squeezing them firmly as she swallowed the length of his shaft. It wasn't the best tasting cock she'd ever had, but in her long career as a superheroine, it certainly wasn't the worst.
Suddenly the two were startled by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. Starfire lifted her head, but was quickly surprised as Rick shoved her head back onto his cock and she was forced to take it down her throat. Something else she was used to. She continued to suck on his cock as she had been instructed.
"Rick? Is that you?" A voice asked.
The older man was thankful to see it was just his friend Garret standing in the doorway. He was carrying a beat up backpack and wearing a ragged t-shirt and faded swim trunks.
"I'm a little busy, Garret. What're you doing here?" He asked, slightly annoyed.
"Just needed to get out of the sun. Figured this place was still empty until I heard you and 'The Princess' having an important discussion…"
Rick lifted his eyebrows trying to hint at his friend. "Why would you think this place was empty? You know I live here." He said between grit teeth.
Starfire forced her head up, finally needing a breath. She turned to look at Garret, letting cockslime and drool dangle from her chin.
"Hello, Garret." She said remembering him from the same beach where she had met Rick. "Rick is letting me absorb the foreign languages."
She said this as if it explained why she had some rugged older man's dick in her hand and her mouth was wet with his juices.
"Oh." Garret said. He dropped his bag and pulled out an empty water bottle. "Don't mind me, I'm just going to get some water…"
Rick was relieved he could get back to his blowjob, but Starfire noticed the tent in Garret's trunks. This too was familiar.
"I understand that what I am doing is very sexual. It is only natural for you to be excited." She pushed down her purple bikini bottoms, peeling them from her tanned ass and showing off her delectable pussy lips. "Perhaps you'd like to relieve yourself, while I finish learning what I can from Rick? I'd definitely enjoy it."
She wiggled her ass enticingly and Garret knew there was no way to pass up the offer. He ditched the water bottle and dropped his shorts.
"Hell yeah!"
Starfire smiled and let Rick guide her head back onto his cock. His determination caught her by surprise and she found herself snorting, sending some of his precum out of her nose. He picked up the pace, slamming his cock into her a mouth in a fashion Starfire recognized as "The Facefuck".
Garret stood at the foot of the bed, with one hand on her ass and the other on his cock. Her pussy looked fantastic, but he had never fucked an alien princess in the ass before. He spread her cheeks with his bony fingers and courteously spat a loogie over her asshole. She moaned in response, encouraging him as he slipped his cock into her tight hole.
Starfire had little experience with anal sex, but she quite enjoyed it. She happily bucked her hips back as he pounded her ass.
The tamaranian princess looked like an absolute whore as she took two cocks at once.
"GULK GULK GULK" She gagged uncontrollably, letting Rick's balls slap her chin.
It was only a few minutes before she could feel both of their cocks throbbing inside of her and knew they were both approaching climax.
She beat both of them too it, feeling her asshole and pussy clench as she came. Grool spurted down her thighs and her ass tightened around Garret's long cock.
"Oh shit!" He exclaimed as he was forced to cum. He shut his eyes and held onto her ass while he unloaded his nuts into her bowels. "Oshit,oshit,ooooshit!"
He pulled out, stroking his cock, sending several streams of cum over her naturally bronzed ass and into her long red hair.
At the same time, Rick's cock popped in Starfire's throat. The slutty superheroine gagged with a whorish smile on her face as his jizz was pumped directly into her stomach. She couldn't even taste the initial blast with his cock so deep in her throat, but he couldn't help but pull out. He needed to see that pretty face covered.
His cock was still spewing cum as he pulled her face from his crotch. She could finally taste the salty sour cum as it coated her tongue and flooded her mouth. She quickly swallowed it down, but was caught by surprise when Rick splattered her face with his cum. His tangy white dicksauce exploded across her nose and lips like a geyser. She felt warm drops hit her eyelids and cheeks and she happily accepted his load like the slut she was.
Rick laid back trying to regain his senses and coming down from the best orgasm he'd ever had.
Garret wiped the sweat from his brow and pulled his trunks back up.
"Woo, I need a drink after that. Thanks, Princess."
He slapped her cum slathered ass and took the water bottle to the bathroom, leaving the two alone.
Starfire was swishing Rick's cum in her mouth, trying to absorb as much information as she could. Unfortunately, the only thing she learned was that she enjoyed cum more when it was still fresh. After cooling in her mouth, the salty taste was horrid on her tongue. She swallowed it in one large gulp, wishing the taste of his jizz wasn't so memorable for her. Because his cum had splashed around her mouth for so long, the taste was being etched into her brain permanently.
A small price to pay for knowledge, she told herself. Unfortunately, the dumb space whore had not learned a single thing from the rancid spunk.
Rick finally caught his breath, but he saw she was disappointed again.
"Strange…I still have not learned anything of importance…"
Out of excuses, Rick considered how he would talk himself out of the situation, but fortunately fate was on his side.
Garret came racing into the room and snatched up his pack. "Rick, we gotta go. They just pulled up!"
"Oh shit! Fuck! Let's go."
"Wait, I thought this was your home?" Starfire sputtered.
The men ignored her grabbing their things and scrambling downstairs.
The princess was unsure of what to do. Certainly, she could explain why she was covered in the cooling semen of two random men, but as she heard the sliding doors slam shut she realized this was not the case. Her naivety had gotten her into trouble yet again.
Shortly afterwards, she heard the home's true owners coming up the steps and remembered the funny name she had been given by "The Outlaws", that in turn had spread amongst the Justice League and even the Teen Titans. With tears burning in her eyes, she realized it was true.
She was nothing more than a stupid cumdump.
The Darkest Timeline. These are "Bad End" stories in the format of those old "What If?" comics.
I take canon plots involving your favorite characters and then take them to a very dark place...
Each chapter is decided on my Patreon, where patrons can vote on who to debase and humiliate next. They also get to see these stories before I release them to the public...
If this intrigues you, check out my Patreon for more goodies!
"The subject is almost ready." James Marcus spoke to himself.
He sat at a large console housing a bank of camera monitors. From there he could see the entire Umbrella training facility. Every locked door, every trapdoor, and all the nasty things behind them were at his control.
The one contingency he couldn't account for was Rebecca Chambers and her partner Billy Coen. They had made their way into the facility and despite Marcus's best efforts, had managed to overcome everything he had thrown their way.
He had become somewhat frustrated with their success, but the two had separated in their search for a way out and Marcus intended to use their isolation to his advantage.
Rebecca had discovered a room in the basement, following a trail of clues that wandered through the house.
She and her unlikely friend had already defeated the first few he had sent, but the scientist had a different approach in mind now that she was alone. He would not attack Rebecca physically this time. What he had planned would be an assault on her mind and humility.
The brunette brushed her short hair back, looking around the room for any clues. She put her hands on her hips as she examined the objects at hand. Her white kevlar vest hung heavily on her chest, but her green top underneath and her pants were light enough to keep her nimble and agile. She was also very intelligent and a quick thinker.
Marcus needed to weaken these qualities to proceed with his experiment.
He used his fingertips to push a slider on the console. Simultaneously, a gaseous concoction he had developed flooded the room. It was colorless and had no odor, so aside from a faint hiss, there was no sign to alarm Rebecca.
She shivered and rubbed her bare arms for warmth, but thought nothing of it.
"This basement must be colder than I thought." She explained to herself. The microphones in the room picked up a wide range of sound. From her footsteps on the stone floor to her legs shivering in her bulky green pants.
"The subject lacks intelligence, but I believe this experiment will prove fruitful.
He pressed another button and a light was activated in a different room. The room was small and had no decoration. The only thing to be seen was a sleeping beast. A primate covered in long white fur and adorned with coarse red rashes around it's elbows and knees.
The beast was stirred by the light and sprang to attention. His beady red eyes darted around the cage for an escape. Marcus pressed another button and the door to the creature's cage slid aside. The gas Marcus had unleashed on Rebecca would act as a trail for it. From the vents and into the basement room, it wouldn't be difficult for the beast to find her.
"Go forth, Eliminator. Take the Raccoon City bitch down a peg." Marcus muttered.
Like clockwork, the monkey-like monster followed the scent deeper into the vents.
Marcus darted between monitors, tracking it's progress. Eventually it found the grate above the basement room.
Another button was pressed and the grate swung open allowing the Eliminator unfettered access.
Meanwhile, Rebecca had given up on her search for clues. She turned to leave the room when the furry beast fell from the ceilng and landed directly on her back.
"AAGH!" She screamed. She thrashed in an attempt to shake it off of her, unsure of what it even was.
"Remember; Disarm and quickly assess the situation." Marcus mumbled again.
The Eliminator clamped it's jaws onto the straps of Rebecca's vest. It gnawed at the straps, digging his clawed toes into her side to keep from being thrown.
"Get off me!" She cried.
Despite being a rookie, Rebecca had enough training to get out of the beast's hold, but the gas had dulled her mind quicker than even Marcus had anticipated.
She threw her arms wildly as the creature bit her shoulder. She didn't realize he was removing her vest and tearing her shirt into strips of olive green cloth.
Her vest fell to the floor, along with most of her shirt. With his feet, the Eliminator unholstered her gun.
"Now this is interesting…" Marcus smirked.
With her shirt now rags, it was obvious that Rebecca wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were little more than handfuls, but it was unexpected.
The Eliminator leapt from her back, taking more chunks from her shirt and forcing her pants further down her hips.
She stumbled to her knees, panting and reflexively grabbed her vest.
"No! My clothes!" She held the white vest to her bare chest and turned to face her attacker.
The monkey sneered at her, hunched on all fours and ready to pounce.
"A monkey?" She taunted. "Somebody must be getting desperate."
Feeling somewhat cocky now that she could see what had caused her so much panic, she reached for her gun.
"M-my gun! Where is it?"
"HSSSSSSH!" The Eliminator held her gun by his index finger and tossed it over his shoulder into the large hole at the corner of the room.
Marcus laughed deeply. "Now, who is the monkey?"
"No!" She unclipped her radio from her belt. "Billy! Help me!"
There was nothing.
From another screen, Marcus could see Billy was seizing the opportunity to make his escape.
"B-billy?..."
Rebecca looked absolutely helpless in the moment. She sat with the shreds of her shirt scattered around her. With one hand, she held the radio while covering her perky breasts with her vest, as if trying to hide her modesty from the creature.
"HSSHAAW!" He growled at her, leaping a few feet towards her.
"Stay back!" She instinctively recoiled, pulling her vest closer. "Ow!"
Marcus tented his fingers realizing that the gases second function had come into play. Rebecca was experiencing increased sensitivity now. The vest was already rough to the touch, but against her breasts, the texture was unbearable. She tossed it aside, giving up her last bit of protection.
The Eliminator was feeling it too. His fur stood out in bristled clusters as his enhanced senses went into overdrive.
He could hear Rebecca's panicked breathing and pounding heartbeat. He noticed the goosebumps on her forearm as she tried to cover herself. He could clearly see how scared she was. But there was something else, he picked up as well.
Excitement? Not quite. It was the smell of her sex, making her panties moist. Hidden below her pants and between her clenched legs.
He could smell her arousal and in turn that piqued his own.
Rebecca stared at the beast as it examined her.
"Please…what do you want?" She asked, hoping the animal could understand.
The creature chittered at her, slowly closing the distance between them.
Marcus leaned closer to the monitor. "Fascinating. The subject seems able to reason, even under the effects of the aphrodisiac. Let's see what happens when we expose the subject to stronger doses."
He pressed the slider again, filtering more gas into the room.
As if directly correlated, the Eliminator twitched again and a gnarled red cock rose from it's crotch.
Despite seeing grotesque monsters and undead corpses rotting, nothing quite prepared Rebecca for the sight of the Eliminator's twisted penis. It reminded her of a thick tree branch. Pointed at the end, but knotted along the shaft. It was also covered in thick blue veins that accentuated it's vibrant crimson color.
Rebecca frowned as an opaque discharge dribbled from the creature's penis. Just the thought of the horrid member coming near her was enough to make her clench her thighs.
Marcus could see the disgust displayed on her face and in her body language, but he also noticed the way she shifted her thighs together.
"Please…no…" Rebecca mumbled.
The Eliminator's cock was almost throbbing now and the beast had only one thing on it's mind now.
"HAAAWW! HAAWW!"
It pounced at her again, landing just above her knees, scratching and clawing at her pants. She could feel thick drops of precum spilling onto her pants.
"No! Stop it! No!" Her breasts bounced side to side as she slapped at it's paws, but instead received a painful scratch on her arm.
She pulled back, holding her bloodied arm. "No! You stupid monkey! Stay back!"
She tried to kick it off, hoping a well placed kick to it's groin might cause it to rethink, but that only helped the Eliminator remove her pants as she pumped her legs back and forth.
Rebecca felt the cold stone floor against her ass and knew that it was too late to keep her pants on. They were piled around her ankles now, clinging to her boots.
The Eliminator's cock was still discharging precum, but now the beast was in such a frenzy, it's cock twitched every which way, splattering Rebecca's naked thighs with it.
The beast tugged, getting more of her pants leg with each desperate pull.
With precise timing, Rebecca kicked her leg, just as her pants were pulled free. Her foot hit the Eliminator in the jaw, stunning him. She turned on her stomach, so her breasts were pressed against the cold floor. The sensation caused her to freeze up long enough for the beast to recover and jump on her back.
"Get off me! Get off!" Rebecca was crying now, but things would only get worse from this point.
The beast hooked her emerald green panties with it's index finger. He pulled up tightly, giving her the worst wedgie of her life.
Marcus watched with silent fascination as her underwear vanished into her asscrack.
She kicked and flailed as her clit was harshly rubbed by her panties. She could feel the fabric thinning between her ass, sawing across her puckered butthole like a tightrope.
SNAP!
Marcus turned down the camera volume as Rebecca squealed painfully loud.
"EEEYYUNNNGHH!" She grunted like an animal as her panties dragged against her clit and forced her to cum.
From the camera, Marcus could see her convulse. Her legs twitched and kicked before going straight as a board.
The beast held her torn underwear in his hands like a trophy before tossing them aside and spreading her ass apart. He jumped excitedly and bounced around so he was facing her ass directly. He put his hands on her buttcheeks and started thrusting his thick cock at her.
"Mmmpph…mmpph!" Rebecca mumbled, her gloved hands clenched inches above the cold floor.
Marcus watched her inevitable rape with a broad smile.
"The subject is responding better than anticipated. These results are remarkable." He joked to himself.
There was little Rebecca could do from that point, but she continued to struggle. She twisted around to shove the creature off of her, but he snapped at her fingers with his fangs.
Her legs were still faint from the orgasm forced upon her. She couldn't understand why such a painful experience had made her climax, but she could feel it happening again.
She felt that gnarly pointed penis prodding her asshole before it was painfully thrust inside her.
"UNNGH! NOOO!" She grit her teeth as burning pain shot through her spine.
She had never tried anal in her life and now some beefy thick cock was wedged inside of her hole. The misshapen knots stretching her hole in horrendous ways she would likely never fully recover from.
Rebecca felt the point stabbing her insides while one, then two knots were crammed into her ass before being suddenly removed. Over and over. Harder and harder.
The Eliminator used every thrust to fully immerse his cock in her bowels, and pulled out just until his pointed cockhead was ready to slip out.
Rebecca cried in unison with the monkey's pleasured grunts. She came multiple times on the monster's cock. Not from pleasure, but from sheer emotion and overstimulated nerves. She wanted nothing more than for it to end, but between every few thrusts, her toes were curling inside of her boots and her body was trembling over and over again.
"Pleeease! Make it stop!"
The Eliminator didn't care. Despite the gas, his hardened cock needed more stimulation before release and unlike a human male, he had more than enough stamina to pump her ass indefinitely.
"Who knew this was all it would take to stop Ms. Chambers."
He got up from his seat and went to the restroom outside his control room.
Rebecca had no reprieve. Her asshole was indeed eliminated by the creature by the time she felt it's cock bulge and pulsate.
"No! Don't cum inside me! Noo!" She sobbed.
Ignoring her sobs, the beast drove his cock entirely inside her in one last thrust. She could feel his pebble-sized testicles against her pussy as he unloaded a thick load of cum inside of her.
Rebecca was horrified as her guts were filled with mutated monkey semen. It stung her abused hole and like glue, she could feel it clogging her hole as it congealed.
More than a few spurts later, the Eliminator finally removed himself from her ass, unleashing a torrent of jizz from her ruined hole.
The semen was incredibly viscous and despite her body's best efforts to expel the cum, clumps of it clung to her insides.
"UNNNGGHH! GAAWW!" She yelled out, holding her asscheeks apart and trying to force the cum out of her hole.
PPPBBBTTTH! PBBTTH!
Two massive globs of off-white cum flew from her ass and into the air, but that was all she could manage. She collapsed to the floor again, knees resting in a pile of her own juices and the monster's cum.
Marcus returned to his seat, looking bored.
"Hmm…Test Subject continues to whine. It seems she has been pushed to her limits."
He examined his other screens. There were still at least five other Eliminators pacing around their cages. He pressed a button releasing them all.
"Let's see if we can't push her even further…"
Rebecca laid on the floor, whimpering as she tried to gather her fractured mind.
She gasped when she heard rattling from the vents. She could hear many hands and feet padding towards her and knew the end of her adventure was upon her.
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"Rick! W-w-what are you doing?" Morty asked.
He was desperately trying to keep up with his grandfather as he hurried through the halls of Harry Herpson High School.
"Isn't it obvious, Morty?" The blue-haired scientist said. As he walked he fumbled with a device that resembled a ray gun. "I'm- I'm going to solve alll your problems."
"What problems, Rick? Things are g-g-great." The teen lied.
"Don't play dumb, you're too stupid for that. I'm talking about your problem with Jessica. After our last adventure I could tell you were really -urrrp- heartbroken about her, so I came up with the ultimate solution."
Morty gave his grandfather an angry stare. "F-f-for your information, Rick. I've got a plan of my own that's going to make her fall in love with me."
"Morty, if you're talking about that- that 'haiku' you wrote, let me save you the inevitable -beeelch- humiliation… It's crap. Not good."
"Jeez, you read that?! I hid that in my underwear drawer!"
"Exactly. It's where you hide everything. A-a-aand by the way poetry doesn't work in real life. This isn't some silly Stephen King novel where writing some contrived bullcrap will get you laid."
At that moment, one of the school's oldest (and coolest) students happened to walk by with two teenage girls at his side.
"Koogler, you're so cool. You make poetry so…hot."
The middle-aged student chuckled. "Lisa. I wouldn't say I'm cool... I'm just a rhyming fool."
The girls giggled and Koogler winked at Rick and Morty before leading the girls into the boy's bathroom.
Even Rick was stunned.
"Okay, I dunno what the hell is going on there, but I've got something that beats poor rhyme schemes any day. Science!"
"I dunno, Rick. Didn't we go through this before with that stupid virus?"
"Yup, but obviously that wasn't enough to teach you a lesson. I've got something else in mind this time though. Something much simpler."
He made some final tweaks to the ray gun before grabbing his flask from his jacket and taking a swig. After another belch, he wiped the liquor from his mouth.
"Well, there she is. Let's get this over with."
They found Jessica by her locker, her perky tits bouncing slightly as she put her books away.
The redhead immediately noticed them. She could practically feel Morty's eyes on her thighs and skirt. Since he had discovered she wore white panties, it seemed he was always hoping for a brief skirt flash.
"Oh. Hi, Morty. Rick…"
"H-hey, Jessica." Morty forced an awkward smile.
Rick got straight to the point. "Jessica, give my grandson a hug."
"Ew. Why would I do that?"
Slightly offended, Morty got defensive. "Yeah, don't be gross, Rick. Why would a gorgeous woman like Jessica want to hug me…Man, that's depressing."
"Fair enough." Rick held up the ray gun and pointed it point blank at Jessica. Before anyone could protest he pulled the trigger.
A stream of blue rays cascaded Jessica's brain, leaving her dazed for a moment. She fell back against her locker holding her head. There was an audible pop as her tits grew two cup sizes larger. Her bra snapped in her shirt and her blouse expanded to contain her swollen boobs.
Morty could see her pale white tits shoved against each other, trying to escape her top. The blood drained from his head and straight to his cock.
Soon enough she was standing upright again, though slightly startled and annoyed.
"Rick! You can't just go around shooting people with random doohickeys. What if it had killed her?!" Morty whined, pretending he didn't enjoy the obvious results.
Rick drank from his flask. "Jesus, Morty, relax." He snapped his fingers at Jessica, grabbing her attention. She seemed easily distracted.
"Jessica, give my grandson a hug."
She repeated her look of disgust. "Ew. I already told you, Rick. I don't want to hug Morty."
Despite her comment she leaned over and put her arms around Morty. The teen blushed to feel her soft tits against his chest. He could feel her bra cups falling down to her waist, which made her hard nipples even more noticeable against him. He trembled nervously and tried to enjoy the moment.
"Haaww." He wheezed.
"Morty. What's that against my stomach?" Jessica asked nervously.
Realizing he had a boner, Morty pulled away and yanked his shirt down to hide his erection.
"Oh, god. It's nothing. Nothing."
Rick seemed to be the only one uninterested. "Now that awkwardness is out of the way, Jessica, I want you to let Morty take you on a date. To the drive-in theater. Teach him how to be a man, or at least help him get his dick wet."
With a frustrated sigh, she crossed her arms. "Ugggh. Fine. What time?"
"Let's say -uurrp- 8 PM. Our adventure should be done by then."
"Whatever."
"R-rick! What did you do to her?"
"It ain't no thang, Morty. I just hit her with the Recepto-Ray. It disables the part of the brain that allows a person to make their own decisions."
"What!? O-o-omigod, Rick. That's horrible!"
With a belch, Rick shrugged. "More horrible than turning the entire world into a bunch of Cronenbergs?"
Morty thought about this. "Alright. Good point."
Suffering from slight brain damage, Jessica drooled slightly. "What the hell are you guys talking about?"
She pulled her snapped bra from under her blouse, but the sudden movement caused her embiggened breasts to heave forward. The buttons on her blouse popped off, exposing her huge tits to Rick and Morty. And to Principal Vagina.
"Hey, now!" The Principal covered his eyes to avoid Jessica's soft pink nipples. "I dunno what you kids are up to, but take it to the bathroom like everyone else does."
He stumbled away, leaving them all stunned.
"Man, what is this, a Liberal Arts School?" Rick joked.
Nobody laughed.
. . .
One adventure later, Morty and Jessica were at the drive-in theater in his mother's car.
While the other patrons tried to enjoy the double feature of Shrek 4 and James Cameron's Avatar, Beth Sanchez's car rocked side to side while her son wildly fucked his long-time crush.
Morty laid on top of Jessica, thrusting his hips back and forth against hers and awkwardly and shoving his cock into her.
"Ooo, Jessicaaa. Jessica." He moaned, with his eyes shut.
He was entirely naked except for a pair of socks, while Jessica was still wearing her skirt and blouse.
She simply laid there groaning while he fucked her. Her big tits bouncing on her chest and making it difficult for her to breath.
"Unng. Morty? …Morty?" She lay perfectly still as he jabbed his cock inside of her. "Can we take a break? You've been fucking me since before the trailers even started."
"Mmmnggh!" With a last thrust, Morty blew his load in her pussy. It was certainly not the first. Her pussy was a mess of sticky white cum that poured onto the backseat cushions. "Sure thing, Jessica."
"Thanks." Jessica waited for him to climb off of her before she sat up. Her thighs were sore and her legs were stiff, so she was forced to keep herself spread, leaking more of his semen from her cunt.
"Oh, man." Morty whined seeing the mess he'd made. "My mom is g-g-gonna kill me."
"Yeah, my parents are going to be upset too."
Morty was confused. "Uhh, why would they be upset? It's my mom's car that'll smell like semen from now on. You can at least take a shower. Right?"
She sighed. "Right, Morty. But I'm not on birth control and I'm pretty sure you came inside of me at least five times."
"Take it from me, having a kid isn't so bad." He said.
"What?! Morty, I've got plans for my life. Being a teenage mom is not one of them."
With a wink, he shrugged "Heh, well at least you got some- some pretty good sex out of it right?"
He felt pretty good about his sexual ability, having spent so many hours with his Gazorpazorp sex doll.
With a sigh, she replied. "Actually, no. Having some boy flop on top of me with his dick isn't exactly what I'd call 'good sex'. God, how do I keep ending up with guys like Brad?"
Morty scratched the back of his head. "Ouch. Too bad the Recepto-ray doesn't remove bad attitudes."
Pulling his pants and shirt back on, Morty opened the car door. "I'm gonna grab some snacks from the concession stand. Want anything?"
"I dunno. Maybe my dignity?"
"Sorry, Jessica. I don't think that's really something they serve ya know? I can't just go and buy that, ya know?"
She glared at him. "Oh, I know."
Finally getting the joke, the dim-witted boy frowned. "Oh. I just got that…"
He slinked away, feeling somewhat proud of getting laid by his crush, and only slightly guilty for taking advantage of her mental state.
After grabbing some candy and a large soda, he returned to find the car windows had fogged up again. He could see the silhouette of a man inside and knew exactly who it was.
"Rick! What are you doing here?! And what're you doing to Jessica?"
Jessica was awkwardly kneeling behind the driver's seat with her head in the older man's lap. Her head bobbed up and down as she swallowed his cock.
Morty wasn't sure how to react to his would-be girlfriend sucking his grandfather's cock.
"Hey, Morty. I just came by to make sure things were going smoothly and saw Jessica was all by herself. So I thought, hey, my grandson won't mind if I fuck his little girlfriend's mouth because -uuurp- it was my invention that made it possible in the first place. And I'm a little bit drunk."
"Guurlkk! Grrrk!" Jessica gagged, her throat ravaged by the old man.
"Jessica, how could you? I thought we had something special after spending an hour and a half making love."
"Sorry, Morty." Rick explained. "The Recepto-ray makes her open to suggestions from anybody. Even an old man who's had so much alien pussy, he should probably go to a clinic before his dick falls off."
"GYYURRK!" Jessica choked.
"Aww, I should've known it was too good to be true."
"Jesus, Morty. Selfish much? N-n-not everything is about you." Rick grumbled. He held Jessica's face against his crotch and shot a huge wad of semen. It flew down the wrong pipe and the teen's eyes became bloodshot as she choked on the nasty creamy load and sent it flying from her nose.
"Ahh, nothing like dumping a bunch of nutbutter. Amirite?" He raised his hand, expecting a high five. When it didn't come, he frowned. "Or be a dick about it."
Morty crossed his arms. "Whatever, Rick. Can I have my date back? We were in the middle of some i-i-intense and p-passionate and innn-timate lovemaking."
"I find that very hard to believe."
"Koff! Koff! You have a funny idea of what 'love' is." Jessica said after swallowing and sending Rick's salty seed to her belly.
WHOOOSH!
Suddenly a green portal opened and out stepped another Rick and Morty from one of the endless streams of dimensions.
They both wore armor and badges that identified them as members of The Citadel.
"Oh boy. What do you losers want?" Rick asked. He pushed past Jessica and stepped out of the car.
"Hello, Rick C-137, we're here to ask for- whoa, what the fuck is this? Ha ha!"
The alternate Morty looked even paler than Morty and had a five o clock shadow. He shook his head sadly.
"Jesus, a Rick having sex with a Jessica. Does she have no standards or self worth?"
"Not anymore." Both Ricks said at the same time. They high-fived.
Morty stomped his foot impatiently. "Can we help you?"
Alternate Rick cleared his throat. "Well we're here on very important business, but daaayumn, you made a mess of this bitch."
"Yup, we sure did."
Jessica lay with her head on the seat, trying to breath while taking in the bizarre scenario.
"God, that pussy's gotta be looser than a Blargonian Space Whale."
"You can thank my Morty for that one. Her ass hasn't seen any action though, so I'd get it while it's hot.
The redhead tried to protest, but was entirely ignored.
Alternative Rick rubbed his chin. "Well, it has been awhile since I've had any action. You in, Morty?"
"Well since I'm married to my dimension's Jessica, I guess it's not really cheating."
"Uh, yeah. Whatever."
The Alternates dropped their pants revealing huge swinging dongs. Apparently they were from a dimension of incredibly well endowed men.
"Welp, Step right up." Alternate Rick said. "Get up there, bitch."
He forced Jessica onto the backseat, and shoved her facefirst into the puddle of Morty's cum that had leaked from her pussy.
With his massive cock, he rammed himself into her ass, forcing a scream from the teenager. Thanks to the Recepto-Ray that's all she could do.
"Jeez, you're really killing my vibe. Can you keep it down?"
She swallowed her screams and shut her mouth, so she was only whimpering. Tears rolled down her face mixing with the jizz smeared across her cheeks and mouth.
The alternate Morty snatched a handful of her once shimmering red hair and pressed his cock between her lips, sliding it over her tongue and to the back of her throat.
Morty watched with disappointment and blank resignation as his long-time crush was sodomized and facefucked by another version of himself and his grandfather.
"So…what now. We just sit here and wait?"
Rick took a swig from his flask. "Ya gotta -urrrp- Ya gotta lighten up, Morty. It's a double feature, right? We might as well enjoy the film while these two have a go at it. If I know me, which I do, I'm gonna be plowing that ass for a looong time."
And so Rick and Morty climbed into the front seats and began watching the next film. All the while, the car rocked violently back and forth while Jessica was reamed like nothing but a sexdoll.
Occasionally, her hands would come swinging up between their seats as she desperately looked for anything to hold onto. Morty took hold of her hand and smiled to himself.
It wasn't perfect or anything at all like he'd imagined, but he could at least pretend that he and Jessica were on a real date.
The Darkest Timeline. These are "Bad End" stories in the format of those old "What If?" comics.
I take canon plots involving your favorite characters and then take them to a very dark place...
Each chapter is decided on my Patreon, where patrons can vote on who to debase and humiliate next. They also get to see these stories before I release them to the public...
If this intrigues you, check out my Patreon for more goodies!
Episode 5: Max Black (2 Broke Girls) - Gangbang, Prostitution, Dubcon, Excessive Cum
Max Black and Caroline Channing had finally achieved their dream. They stood behind the counter of their pastry shop, The Dessert Bar, smiling at each other.
The countertops were sparkling clean and immaculate. The walls and floors were streak free and shiny while the counter displays adorned the shop, displaying their wide array of delicious pastries and of course, the liquor to go along with it.
"We did it, Caroline. After what felt like a reeeally long sitcom that should've ended years ago, we finally achieved our dream.
"Mhm, yes we did." The leggy blonde nodded. She stood behind the bar, stirring a bowl full of batter.
"I'm so glad to finally be out of that shitty diner! Now when men want to stare at my tits, it'll be on my terms. And no obnoxious asian dudes to tell me what to do."
Caroline chuckled. "Well I'm glad you're so happy. Come over here for a sec, I've got this new buttercream I want you to taste."
Max skipped over, her bust bouncing in her low-cut black dress. "Of course, best friend in the whole world I'd do anything for."
She plopped herself down on a stool and leaned over the bar. Caroline carefully brought the spoon to her lips and fed her the cream. A fair amount landed on her lips, but she lapped it up with her tongue.
"Mm!" Max's eye went wide and she pulled back. "Whoa, whatever that is, it's potent!"
"Do you like it?" Caroline asked excitedly.
With a hard swallow, Max scrunched her nose. "I'm not sure. There's something familiar about it. It's kind of…salty."
Caroline dipped the spoon back into the bowl. "Here. Try some more."
This time instead of feeding it to Max, she flung the cream at her friend. Max sputtered and threw up her hands as buttercream splattered her lips and chin.
"Hey! Cut it out, you dork!" Max said. "You're gonna ruin this fancy dress."
Caroline didn't respond. Instead she continued flinging buttercream at her friend.
"What the hell, Caroline?" This next glob landed on her cheek and against the side of her nose.
As more of the slimy cream slid down her face, Max realized exactly what it was.
"
Oh my god!" She cried. "Is this-"
Caroline flung another spoonful right into Max's face, forcing her to shut her eyes
When she opened her eyes she was no longer in the Dessert Bar. She was lying on her back in her bed, wearing that ugly uniform from the Williamsburg Diner. Mustard Yellow, Ketchup Red. The vision of success had been nothing but a dream, spurred by a long and arduous shift.
Han Lee, her manager, and the biggest dweeb she knew was propped over her pillow, jerking his cock on her face.
"Oh, hi, Max." He said.
Splooorch!
He splattered her right eye with cum, a stray blast skimmed her forehead and landed in her hair.
"Jesus, Han! What the hell is going on?!" Max yelled, causing her tits to jiggle. "Did I die and go to asian guy heaven?"
Spent, the manchild rolled away from her. "Caroline did not tell you?"
"Of course…" Max muttered. "What did that bitch do now?"
She blinked, unintentionally allowing his stinging hot semen beneath her eyelid.
"AHH! God dammit! Did you have to cum in my eye?!"
Han shrugged. "Hey, I paid fair and square." He scurried out of the room.
Sighing, she tried to wipe the sperm from her eye and quickly realized she couldn't move her arms.
She had been handcuffed to her headboard.
"Of course!"
She grunted, rubbing her face into her pillow to soak up some of the cum.
"Caroline!!! Get in here!"
Max could overhear her friend talking to someone, but soon enough the blonde came into the room with a big smile.
"Hey, Max. How's it going?" She asked nervously.
"Hows it going? I just got a firsthand demonstration on why asian women have to squint all the time."
Caroline frowned seeing the mess of cum all over her friend's face.
"Han really did a number on you. I should've charged him extra…"
"Excuse me!" Max spat a wad of cum that landed on her breast. "Did you say you 'charged him' ?"
The blonde shifted her eyes aside. "Yeah…"
Suddenly a grubby looking hipster wearing a tank top and a beanie came up behind Caroline.
"Hey, I gave you the cash already, is it my turn yet?"
Moving out of the way, she waved him inside. "Step on up and enjoy the ride."
Max was shocked, but could do nothing to stop the hipster guy from climbing onto her bed. Not surprisingly, he was mostly interested in her tits. He tore her uniform open, popping stitches and baring her creamy white tits.
"Hey, asshole! Thanks for ruining my uniform!"
Caroline smiled and stood at the foot of the bed. "You needed a new one anyway. Even dry cleaning isn't going to remove those cumstains."
Uncaring, the hipster removed his shorts and slapped his cock between Max's tits.
He squeezed the pale orbs and pinched her soft pink nipples for a few moments before sandwiching his sweaty cock with them. His musk was strong and his cock was a vibrant shade of gray and pink.
Max stared at the dong sliding between her big tits. After a few thrusts she could feel lukewarm precum oozing onto her chest and being slathered between her boobs.
"This is so gross." She whined. "I mean, seriously! A hipster? I do have standards, ya know!"
Caroline rolled her eyes. "Please. You've slept with a guy who lived in a dumpster and an old black guy who could probably be your grandfather."
Max had to think for a moment. It was hard to focus with her tits being humped.
"Wait -err- do you mean Earl? Or…?"
"Jeezus Max, how many old black guys have you slept with?"
"…Define old…"
"Ew! Forget it. I just need you to keep those legs spread and that mouth shut, so we can raise some money for our bakery."
"Fine!" Max snapped. "Whatever you say. Legs spread. Mouth shut."
She pursed her lips together and put her legs into a 'V' shape.
Meanwhile the hipster's cock was leaving a sticky snail trail on her neck. It was beginning to throb and Max had handle plenty of dongs to know the telltale signs of an orgasm.
"Actually…could you keep your mouth open for a second?" He asked.
Glaring at him with her good eye, she lowered her jaw begrudgingly and stuck out her tongue. The hipster pulled her sticky tits from his cock and sat up on his knees. His sweaty balls peeled away from her chest, like he was removing scotch tape.
"Unngg, come on…come on!" He moaned.
After a few desperate strokes, his cock spurted thick ropes of semen across her mouth and tongue.
She grimaced as his dick jelly coated her tongue and rolled to the back of her throat.
"Unnnggh!" She gagged on the nasty splooge. It was so thick, she was forced to chew the thick globs before they would go down her throat. "You've been eating at the diner, haven't you?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?" He was impressed.
Once Max continued to chew, processing the familiar tastes before she swallowed the rest of it. She sent all of the hot sperm down to her belly and took a deep breath before responding.
"I dunno…lucky guess…"
Hours passed and Max found herself accosted by a seemingly endless line of men who wanted to fuck her mouth, her tits, or her pussy.
Her black hair was a tangled web of cum and sweat sprawled out all over her pillow. Cum glued her eyelashes together and clumps of cum were splattered across her face from so many men "shotgunning" across her face.
Her ruby red lipstick was smeared from repeated facefucks that left her gagging and unable to breath. A few customers had even taken the opportunity to drag their balls over her lips. Of course Caroline would come in after a few clients. Counting her stacks of money, she'd walk in and ask:
"How's it going? Doing okay?"
To which Max would respond with a wet cum gargle.
"F-fuub muuu, unnglglglg!"
"Good, good. Keep at it, champ."
Night had fallen and Max had been getting used as a sexdoll for almost 9 hours. Her legs were stiff and her pussy was battered and sore. Her big tits and cleavage were an irritated red from almost constant groping and her eyes were hidden behind the severe amount of cum that had pooled over her eyelids.
At that point, she had suffered so much cum, it didn't sting as much when the cum got into into her eye. Her vision was obscured and disected by bands of cum that connected her eyebrows to her cheekbones.
That saved her the shameful surprise as a heavyset client came into her room next. He carefully stripped out of his clothes.
He climbed onto the bed and prepared to mount her. His cock wasn't the biggest, but his heavy gut was sure to knock the wind out of her. Before he got started though, he gave her big tits a squeeze and a few timid slaps.
She squealed in pain, but otherwise remained calm.
Wanting to see the look on her face when he entered her, the heavy man looked around for something to clean her face. There was her bedspread, the tattered remains of her uniform, and even a box of Kleenex, Caroline had thoughtfully left on the nightstand.
Instead, he grabbed his unwashed underwear. Drenched in ballsweat and reeking of his dong, he wiped it over Max's face, removing some of the ballsnot, but mostly just smearing it around. He could at least see her tired red eyes and saw the acknowledgement that she was about to be taken, yet again.
With a smile, he spread her legs and shoved his cock into her overused pussy.
The bed squeaked loudly, the mattress springs nearing the end of their lifespan.
Max grunted and squinted as her pussy was crammed full and the heavy guy's belly slapped against hers.
Caroline sat in the living room, bundling massive stacks of cash. There was a line of men standing in the kitchen, drinking coffee. Some of them stood patiently waiting for their turn, while others stroked themselves to stay hard. For an extra fee, Caroline was even letting some guys jerk off onto articles of Max's clothing.
She glanced through Max's open door, and could vaguely see her friend's leg twitching and kicking from the side of her bed. The clients were pounding her even harder as the night progressed and it seemed to take them much longer to cum inside her than it did before.
That was a shame considering the line of men ready to plow Max and her giant tits went out the apartment and down the hall.
To Caroline it was a good problem to have. Max always joked about how her pussy had a "welcome mat". After tonight, the welcome was more than worn out.
It was stretched, sore, and full of cum.
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