She shifted in and out of her shadow form as the thug made use of a gun not visible until now to try to bring her down. As his gun clicked empty and he stared at in horror, she finally brought up one of her crossbows, and put a tranquilizer bolt right through his shoulder. The fight couldn't even really be called a fight, as she snorted and moved in. The thug fell back and moments later was unconscious from whatever concoction she'd gotten him with.
After restraining him with zip ties, she pulled out a cheap looking cell phone and called the police. After refusing to wait for their arrival, she hung up and looked to be thinking about jumping for the nearest roof using her shadow form. That was when the shadows around her seemed to come unnaturally alive, reaching up and grabbing onto her, pulling her down even as she let out an angry shocked scream and struggled, shifting in and out of her shadow form to no effect. A moment later she was gone, pulled away into the shadows. After that, something walked up to where ever the camera was placed, reached for it, and the video went dark.
A moment later the video was back, but showing a different, far darker place. Yet Shadow Stalker was quite visible, struggling against the shadows that held her in place. She was screaming out curse words like they were going out of style, even as the shadows seemed to recognize that they were now being recorded, and began to get more active.
The young heroine was rather helpless as she was stripped of her costume by the Darkness itself, her mask the only thing left to her even as her young nubile dark-skinned body was explored vigorously by the shadows holding onto her. Out of the shadows came more distinct shapes, still colored by black, but suddenly more humanoid. Fingers attached to hands were suddenly on her small breasts, massaging the sensitive flesh and tweaking the nipples in a way that made her body spasm.
A third arm moved along her leg, from the knee up to her hip, trailing across until it suddenly moved to the inside of her thighs, and two fingers began to slowly rub against the weakening teen's cunt. The fight was slowly going out of the girl, though not quite yet, she still put up a token resistance. She only started struggling heatedly again when a distorted voice suddenly spoke out of the darkness and told her she was weak. It elaborated by saying she was the easiest prey it had ever hunted, made to be turned into a fuck toy for the shadows that held her.
That got a definite rise from the girl, as she began screaming angrily again, but her situation was just as hopeless as ever. She didn't even seem capable of shifting in and out of her shadow state anymore, or had already learned it didn't help. As she raged against her hidden attacker, a shadowy appendage very much shaped like a cock replaced the hand on her slit and a moment later she went rigid, her words cut off as the sizable phallus slammed up into her moistened depths.
There wasn't much she could do as the shadows screwed her thoroughly. Her body bounced up and down on the length of shadow plunging in and out of her even as the camera gave an excellent view of her entire front. Her nipples continued to be abused by two of the shadow hands, and the third that had been rubbing her lower lips now focused solely on her clit.
It didn't seem the girl had much sexual endurance, because it was only minutes later that she let out a reluctant shudder, the first of many seemingly forced orgasms. The video itself moved along a bit faster at that point, as she was shown in position after position, every time being relentlessly fucked by the shadows she was restrained by.
Until eventually things came to a close. A spotlight of energy shown down on Shadow Stalker's naked form, even as the shadows retreated from her body, leaving her slick and shivering in a puddle of her own juices. The darkness continued to recede as more and more lights turned on, revealing the young female heroine was lying in the center of an abandoned warehouse. Soon enough there wasn't a shred of darkness to be seen.
That was when the PRT and Protectorate rushed in, Uniformed Grunts and Parahumans before entering the Warehouse from all directions. Armsmaster himself moved slowly to Shadow Stalker's body, even as the heroine herself showed she still had life in her, as she curled in on herself, her body moving into the fetal position. The video ended.
The average man had both eyebrows raised at that point. He'd been so entranced by the whole thing, that he'd even forgotten why he'd been watching it in the first place, tissues forgotten on his deck. Damn, that'd been way better than he was expecting. Almost looked real, the emotion from the main African American actress had really seemed genuine, even if he didn't get a look at her face, and the armor they'd dressed that male actor playing Armsmaster in was amazingly realistic at first glance.
Shaking his head, he shut the web window and then turned off his computer. For some reason he'd just lost the urge for the night, after seeing that.
Inside The Party
(Автор: Reece)
Armsmaster didn't glare. Glaring would be unprofessional, and he was anything but unprofessional. He most certainly didn't glare jealously, because really why would he be jealous of his alternate reality self? The muscles were ridiculous, far too bulky, and the hair? Bah he clearly spent too much time conditioning and not enough time tinkering. If he had spent more time in the lab he might have been wearing something more substantial than the absurd looking codpiece and shoulder pad combo.
So no, Armsmaster didn't glare, because he wasn't jealous. However he would indulge in an aggravated sigh when the his insidiously inefficient alter ego would waggle his eyebrows at Miss Militia and make some off colour pun.
He would sigh even harder when she'd wink at him and make an equally twisted pun right back at him.
But he was letting his thoughts wander too much, instead of focusing on what he wasn't doing, he should be focused on what he was going to be doing: Ramming a giant nano tech spear right up Leviathans big grey arse, claiming eternal dominance in the annals of history as the man who finally put down the Endbringer with the awesome power of technology.
"Good news everyone, I've gotten rid of Leviathan!"
Urgh.
The room exploded into chaos at that particular capes arrival. Though the chaos wasn't really as angry as it should have been considering that the cape had erased the only chance any of them had at proving the inherent superiority of technology over all others and allowing the ascension of the Halberd into annals of the single greatest fucking weapon ever invented by mankind!
No instead the chaos was relieved. You would normally expect people to be dubious about such a bold claim, but ever since the Cape had used a giant golden dildo to turn Scion into Scionette and then use said Dildo on her people had begun to expect the impossible from the Cape.
So instead of the usual grim faced determination that heralded the approach of an Endbringer, it was all smiles, joy and copious booze.
It made him sick. The point of being a Hero was to stand against villainy, to stand against tyranny, to stand against something dammit. How can Heroes be taken seriously if all they're going to stand against is the bargain bin powers wielding by sub-par villains that the new Cape hadn't gotten around to cloning into raging perverts.
"Hey there tall blue and sexy. Wanna help me celebrate over Leviathan being iced?"
Speaking of perverts it would seem Alexandria's clone had found him. Again. The woman was insane, insatiable, and looked about ten years old. What was even more disturbing was her disgusting perverted fetishes. He wouldn't have minded if all she wanted was some normal sex, instead she seemed determined to goad him into the most depraved things she could think of.
"Come on Beardy, come slip off with me and I'll let you skull fuck me."
She rubbed the edge of the empty socket of her left eye (taken violently by Futa-tiger) in what she probably thought was an enticing manner. Armsmaster just felt sick. His gorge began to rise when she started sliding her finger into the gaping hole and moan throatily.
"I can't...I need to wash my hair" Tinker brain to the rescue, The Alexandria clone was far too extreme to find simple shower sex enticing, there's no way in hell she'd carry on if that's all she thought he wanted.
"Ooohhh, you can drown me and fuck me at the same time!" She Squealed. The real Alexandria was far more reserved than this nymphomaniac monstrosity.
"Sorry I just remembered I'm...out of water?" Fuck you Tinker brain. She didn't buy it, but he was thankfully saved from further advances when she spotted alt-Panacea (He refused to call her by that moronic name she had chosen), or rather she spotted the writhing mass of vaguely phallic shaped tentacles and pseudopods that she was sporting as an outfit and flew off to go molest her.
He was left alone to Sul-brood in peace, simply taking in the party going on around him without being disturbed, a rock in the heart of a storm.
"So I was pounding her in her ass, and then all of a sudden her entire back splits open and all these tentacles come out and start pounding me in my ass, at that point I was like 'woah, maybe this isn't some normal fifth grader! Maybe I shouldn't be doing this in the middle of an assembly. '"
On the other hand rocks get moved around all the time, there's even a desert famous for the moving rocks in it. He made like a rock and left Alt Jack Slash to his part fascinated part horrified audience. Outside the air was much cooler and far less hormone soaked, It disturbed him how easily capes gave into temptation and just did what their whims demanded of them, instead of acting responsibly.
"H-Hey you!"
The young ones were the worst, always going on about how they need sleep, they want to see their friends, they haven't seen sunlight in a week. Whine, whine, whine. You try and impart some Tinker wisdom to them and all they do is cry and vomit all over the place. He blamed the lack of home discipline.
"Stop ignoring me!"
Like this brat trying to annoy him, she didn't look older than thirteen with her absurd looking skirt and shirt combo. Who let their child dye their hair grey, or wear solid contacts...or have three eyes.
No.
No he wouldn't have.
"S-stupid sharbearer! Not listening to Leviathan, making her wait to be acknowledged. I didn't want to be in some new body! All I wanted to was to sink this place. N-now I have to party with weak shardbearers when I should be S-smushing you!"
He did. That son of a bitch turned Leviathan into a sick little pervert.
"And now filthy shardbearers are ignoring me!"
He was going to kill that bastard, ram his nano-halberd right down his cunt throat, making his one true opponent into some degenerate, twisted, mockery!
"At least my power still work."
On the other hand there's more prestige in fighting something as strong as leviathan but much harder to hit. He thumped his nano-halberd on.
"A-ah what are you doing with that hard rod!"
Oh yes, lots of prestige. Accolades to be had, they'd throw him a fucking parade
"I'll soak everything if you come near me!"
"I'm gonna ram this down your throat you bitch!"
He leapt.
* * *
Alt Jack Slash slyly made his way over to the rake thin bug girl.
"You know I've never fucked a bug before, Crawler used to be one but we never really got the chance before he became a giant cunt."
The bug girl didn't react, simply staring out the window, Jack took a peak out the corner of his eye. Huh, Armsmaster's finally cut loose, kinky bastard trying to fit such a big tool in such a little girl, he might take a swing at him later if he can't find Sex-Doll. Until then he wanted to hit some Thorax.
"I don't mean he was a bad guy, he literally turned into a giant walk in vagina. Settled down in Boston, has a gang called the 'Cult of the Leaky lips' following his every action, they live in him."
He threw his arm around her shoulders and she stiffened.
"So, do you want to lay the eggs, or are you going to make me do it." He growled huskily.
Her body twitched once, then went still again. Was she offended? He didn't know much about bug anatomy and he was pretty high right know so he may have got some body parts mixed up.
"I'm not actually a bug..."
It was a whisper, but it killed the mood instantly. She was just a girl in a costume, boring and way too Vanilla.
"But I can make a swarm of them lay eggs inside of you and me."
And he was hard again.
Meanwhile Armsmaster had pinned the young girl and was forcing his tool down her throat, much to their mutual delight.
Shubbery
(Автор: Master of Squirrel-fu)
This is my rock, my only anchor. I know it won't last forever, or even very long I know how this song and dance goes. I've done the research, I've read the books, seen the specials, no mater the media for this story there has never been anything that can really be considered a "Happy Ending" for someone in my position. I know exactly what is in store for me soon, and that knowledge doesn't change what will happen in the slightest. Still I don't feel quite so burdened now as I had before.
I had only wanted a bit of relief, just something in my petty little life that I could smile about. True happiness, or salvation was just a pipe dream really, I had wanted it but only in the same way someone might 'want' to become a win the lotto and move to fiji, a meaningless distraction that you don't put much thought into and quickly dismiss, just something you figured you'd enjoy but don't believe you'd ever really get to experience. And when others no longer care about you you start to do the same. That little horrible voice of doubt whispering with every cruelty "Maybe I deserve this." After all, if you didn't wouldn't someone have helped by now? Just some wounded little gazelle waiting to be eaten by a pack of lions, what's the point of struggling?
I just wanted someone to care. Just... something. Anything.
God.
I promised I wouldn't be like them. The... trash of society. Hypocritical probably to lay such judgement on them, but we all have our prejudices, for me it is ironically enough weaklings. Those who've truly given up, who no longer care at all, merely existing and consuming nothing but balls of ugly meat that just fuck, eat, shit, and shove anything they can find into a syringe to inject themselves for their next fix. I didn't want to be like them, looking back I think I already was. I probably still am.
I still have my pride, but what is it worth when it's all I have left?
