The Heroines - Part 2 by Mr. D This is an unofficial sequel to Mr. X's unfinished story "Heroines" Author's Note: There are some small continuity errors between part 1 and my continuation. I blame H.Y.D.R.A. messing around with that Cosmic Cube. Or maybe it was Thanos playing with the Reality Gem. Could also be butterfly-effect ripples from Kang mucking around in the time stream. Bad spell by Scarlett Witch? I dunno, just enjoy. - - - - - - - - Black Widow, Mockingbird and Shanna the She Devil are copyrighted by MARVEL comics. Any similarity between names, characters and places in this story are purely coincidental. This story is written solely for entertainment purposes and cannot be used or redistributed for the purposes of making money or profit. WARNING - WARNING - WARNING - WARNING WARNING This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, bondage and rape. If you do not like to read such material DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!! - - - - - - - - The Heroines - Part 2 - - - - - - - - Bobbi Morse groaned and brought her hand up to her head as she slowly came to. "Ugh," she said to herself quietly. Her head hurt and her mouth was dry. "What hit me? The Rhino?" Squinting slightly in the light, she took in her surroundings. She was lying in an antique four-poster bed under silk sheets. The room was palatial and luxurious, but not lived in. A hotel room perhaps. She pulled she sheets aside and began to get out of bed. "Lingerie? What was I doing wearing this?" There was a hazy memory of talking to another heroine. A redhead? The Wasp maybe or the Black Widow, she thought. She steadied herself against one of the bedposts and stood a little shakily. Her costume was nowhere to be seen, and neither were her civilian clothes. There were some suitcases sitting next to the large ornate wardrobe and she walked unsteadily to it looking for answers. Reaching the wardrobe, she began to reach her hand to pull the doors open when she heard a noise behind her from the other side of the room. A doorknob; Somebody was entering the room. Mockingbird rescanned the room instinctively and attempted to quickly take cover next to the side of the bed opposite the door. Her still shaky body betrayed her however and the rug slipped causing her to tumble to the floor clumsily. The door opened and she heard footsteps rush rapidly towards her. She twisted her body rapidly to get her feet under her to try to take a defensive position. "Honey! Are you ok?" A familiar male voice cried out. "What happened?" "Clint?" Dressed in casual civilian clothes, Hawkeye stood over her with a concerned look on his face. His eyes flickered quickly around the room before focusing back on her. "I'm ok, Clint," she assured her teammate, though she didn't entirely believe it herself. He reached out and grabbed her hand to pull her to her feet. "Hangover, that bad huh? I told you to go easy on those mimosas." His expression softened from concerned alert to bemusement. "I know you can hold your own against Nat in in the field at almost anything, but I think at one point you were going one for one with her on those drinks. Gonna lose against a Russian every time, honey." "Yeah," Bobbi said. His statement confirmed her hazy memory of being with Black Widow the previous night. "Sit," he said, pointing to the bed. "Im sure there's cold water in the mini fridge." "Thanks," she said, to her lover as he walked over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room. Lover? Something about that seemed off to her. Their relationship was tumultuous at times, but hadn't they broken it off for good? Why was this all so odd and yet so familiar? He returned and handed her a bottle of water with a slightly impish grin on his face. "On the other hand ..." he gave her a look that she knew meant he was about to say something he thought was funny, but knew she wouldn't. "The other hand, Clint?" she deadpanned. "On the other hand, you did get pretty wild after the party." His boyish grin widened. "I mean I guess honeymoon sex is supposed to be ... But, whoo!" He shook his head and chuckled. She gave him an unamused look before twisting open the bottle and swallowing some water. Honeymoon? She noticed behind him that the wardrobe door had opened partly when she had fallen to the floor. She could see part of a long fancy white dress hanging within. "Anyway," he continued. "Seeing as you were sleeping in, I cancelled the castle grounds tour. We can do it tomorrow before we take the Essex countryside. Today is all for you and me!" Honeymoon. Hangover. It was piecing together. She was with her ex-husband at the French countryside castle that she used to tell him about when they first started dating. She must have gone a little overboard at the reception. Ex-husband? Where did that come from? She was sitting here on her dream honeymoon with her newly minted husband. Maybe it was just her superhero subconscious keeping her on edge; Avengers' lives were usually one continuous series of crises. Perhaps she should just take the hint from the universe and look for the joy in the day while it lasted. "That sounds great, darling," she said. Clint sat on the bed next to her and put a hand gently on her leg. "So what do you want to do?" Bobbi's leg tingled at his touch. "Honey, I'm still a little hungover." He turned his gaze directly into her eyes, "Are you? It is our honeymoon, Bobbi." She shuddered slightly as he brushed her hair with his other hand. "Yes," she heard herself say. "Our honeymoon." His hand reached up to cup her breast and Mockingbird felt a warm comfortable glow begin to spread through her. He leaned in to kiss her and she met his lips eagerly before letting herself lean back to lie on the silken sheets. He lay on top of her, not breaking the kiss as he massaged her breast through the thin fabric of the lingerie. She felt her nipple harden under the gentle pressure and moaned appreciatively. She reached up between them and started to pull at the buttons on his shirt. One button came loose and then another. She ran her hand across his muscular chest and felt for the scar he got on their mission in Madripoor. Where was the scar? Hawkeye pulled back his kiss and sat up. He looked at her puzzled face and smiled. "Yeah, that buttonhole is tricky. I got it honey." He undid the final buttons on his shirt and pulled it off. He stood and quickly removed his shoes and pants. Bobbi gasped a little. The archer's stiff penis practically throbbed for attention and she hesitantly took in her hand. It seemed bigger than she remembered and the mere suggestion moistened her pussy. "Surprise, honey." She looked up at him quizzically. "Hank Pym told me there might be some side effects from my time as Goliath," he said. "Some residual Pym particles in my body or something," he explained. "Not enough to grow my entire body, and I can only do this a few times, but it is a special occasion." She nodded slowly, turning her attention back to the engorged member in her hand. It was mesmerizingly hot in her hand and she stroked it a few times. He moaned slightly in appreciation and a small drop of white precum gathered at the tip. "That's it honey, now suck on it for me." "That's not how Pym Particles work," the thought breezed through the back of her mind as she bent down to take his member into her mouth. The slightly oily precum seemed sweet to her as she ran her tongue all over the head of his penis. Bobbi's free hand drifted down between her legs and under the waistband of her panties. She ran a finger up and into her slit and moaned. She took his rod into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. His hands stroked her hair as she began to bob her head rhythmically in time with the strumming of her fingers. Over and over she ran her lips up and down the shaft as his masculine musk filled her nostrils. Faster and faster she rubbed her clitoris, her orgasm building with each stroke. "Oh god!" He moaned. She could feel his body beginning to tense and she slipped a second finger into herself. The pleasurable rush of climax washed over her as she came moments before he did. She felt the warm stream of his cum explode into her mouth and she let it fill her mouth before leaning back slightly and swallowing gently. The couple fell back on the bed, panting. "Oily," she said dreamily after a moment. "What was that, honey?" He asked quietly. "Nothing, just ... you tasted oily," she replied absently. She tried to understand what she meant, but his movements distracted her. Clint was shifting himself down the bed and pulling at her panties to slide them down her leg. Her legs tingled at his touch and she spread her legs apart as he positioned himself between them. She shuddered as he kissed her calves, then knees, then thighs. Bobbi gasped as Clint's mouth met her pussy. She closed her eyes and reached down to place her hand on the back of his head as he circled her clit with his tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned as the slow warmth of a new climax began to build in her. Hawkeye lapped eagerly at her womanhood and Mockingbird thrust her hips up in pleasure. She pulled the silken teddy off over her head and began to play with her own nipples, gently squeezing the stiff nubbins of flesh between her fingers. Bobbi let out a long low moan as she came. Laying there and basking in the afterglow, she felt the bed move as her lover shifted his weight around. Opening her eyes, her gaze met his. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his stiff penis poking against her thigh. "Fuck me honey," she said. He smiled broadly, "Right away Agent 18," he addressed her with mock seriousness using her onetime S.H.I.E.L.D. codename. Her legs wrapped around his instinctively as he pressed his member against the entrance of her pussy. "Ohhhhh!" She moaned as he slowly pushed into her. He was so big and so hard. Her entire body tingled as she felt every millimeter of his entire length enter her. Finally he was all the way inside of her. She couldn't remember ever feeling so full and so horny. He pulled out slowly and pushed back into her gently. "Harder." Clint began to pump into her faster and faster, punctuating each time with a grunt. Over and over he penetrated her, each thrust sliding his hardness against her engorged clit. Each thrust building her pleasure higher and higher. "Yes Master!" She cried out as she came. The powerful waves washed over her as her husband kept thrusting into her over and over. She clawed at his back as he exploded deep into her with a low growl. Long moments later, he pulled his softening penis out of her and rolled off onto his back, breathing heavily. Bobbi smiled. What could be better than Honeymoon sex in an English countryside castle? And yet something was off about all of this and it gnawed at the back of her mind. She turned her head to say something before murmuring to herself. "Master?" She looked at him. His member stood erect again. Erect and ready to fuck her again. Ready to fuck her until she came again. "Come again." She thought and smiled as her legs spread apart, ready to be rammed and ravished into another blissful oblivion by the man she loved. It was all so good and so perfect. Why was it all so wrong? - - - - - - - - Shanna struggled against her bindings as her attackers started to swap positions again. The male that was thrusting its member in and out of her pussy withdrew and stood up. One of the other male bots took its place and knelt down between her legs to begin his turn at penetrating the jungle queen. One of the female bots continued to suck on her right nipple, while the other female massaged her left breast. The first male stood over her and knelt down next to her head, his stiff pale white member inches from her face. Shanna growled and turned her head away in a futile attempt to avoid it. The male put his hand on the back of her head and turned her to face his penis. He took his member in his other hand and tried to force it past her lips but she kept her mouth tightly closed. Suddenly the sybot between her legs thrust into her deeply and Shanna gasped involuntarily, only to be horrified as the first male pushed his rod through her open lips into her mouth. She gagged at the oily sweet taste of the lubricant. The male pulled her head toward his groin and forced her to take him in until the bulbous head of his member touched the back of her throat. The females continued to play with her sensitive nipples and as male between her legs thrust in and out of her pussy. The stimulation was overwhelming and Shanna felt the heat in her loins begin to build. She struggled to free herself but the bonds were too tight and the sybots too strong. Over and over she was penetrated. One bot forced her head to bob back and forth on one artificial penis as the other bot pounded her vagina. The female bots licked and pinched and caressed her erect nipples. Panic and pleasure flooded the She Devil's mind. If she didn't do something soon, her building climax would hit the point of no return. Suddenly there was a burst of sticky fluid in her mouth and near simultaneous injection of warmth deep in her pussy and the sensation pushed her over the edge. Shanna's body stiffened as the orgasmic wave swept across her mind. The sybots withdrew their members and Shanna caught her breath. She relaxed ever so slightly and spit the oily liquid out. The bots had spent their load and now she would have a little time to concentrate on trying to free herself from the insidious bonds that kept her completely vulnerable. She tried to get a look at the ropes around her ankles, but the sybots were in the way and moving around. She refocused on what the machines were doing and her eyes widened in horror. The male bot's members were as stiff and engorged as they were before. They were not finished with her, nor were they resting. They were repositioning! Shanna grimaced helplessly as one of the males straddled her chest and placed his penis between her breasts. One of the female sybots pushed them together and the male began to saw his hips back and forth, fucking her tits. "Stop you fiends!" She growled. "I will never yield!" But her body was betraying her. The other female was now between her legs, its tongue teasing Shanna's clit and finger in her pussy. The climax that she had just recovered from was building again. She watched transfixed with dread as the sybots massive member sawed back and forth between her wondrous mammaries. But it was the assault between her legs that was pushing her over the edge. The female sybot was probing her pussy with her fingers and strumming her engorged clit with her tongue. "No!" Shanna cried out. Her body began to stiffen as the now inevitable climax began to crest. "You will not defeat the Queen of the J ... Ahhhhhh!" The voluptuous heroine cried out in ecstasy as the wave of pleasure washed over her. Shanna panted and tried to gather her senses as the climax receded. Her cybernetic rapists continued to violate her, lapping her slit and sawing between her globes. She watched helplessly as the swollen head of the sybot's member poked out from between the female flesh at the top of each stroke. Suddenly a burst of the thick white fluid shot out and splattered all over the jungle girl's face. She sputtered and closed her eyes as the goo dripped down her furious visage. She could feel the sybots shifting around again but was caught off guard when one of them grabbed at her jaw and forcing it open. Opening her eyes, she could see that it was one of the females. There was a dildo in its' other hand. Dull white plastic, like the sybots themselves, the dildo was a large round ball with a thick smooth rounded tipped shaft sticking out of it. The sybot pushed the ball between the heroine's lips and held the tool in place while it swung one leg over Shanna's head. She struggled in horror to move, but had no leverage. The sybot guided itself onto the dildo and Shanna could do nothing but watch as the creature's pussy took in the thick tool and slowly lowered down towards her face. Shanna felt one of the male sybots climb between her legs and begin to penetrate her again. The two synthetic rapists began to pump in time. The male slid its rod into and out of Shanna's slick pussy as the female impaled itself repeatedly on the dildo. Rough hands kneaded her breasts as each movement pushed her ever closer to climax. Unconsciously her hips began to gyrate, meeting each thrust with motions of her own. Lubricant from the female was dripping down the dildo and onto Shanna's lips and around her nostrils. The sweet oily musk made it even harder to resist the waves of pleasure that were pounding away at her will. In and out, up and down the cybernetic rapists went, thrusting into Shanna's body as much as they probed her psyche. Shanna stiffened for a long moment, hanging at the precipice of panic and pleasure before finally shuddering as a powerful climax exploded through her mind. As the orgasm slowly faded, Shanna knew continuing to resist was futile. The sybots were relentless, tireless machines. Their inhuman stamina would wear her down with an unending gang rape until she was utterly and completely broken. Then they'd keep going. She turned and pushed the dildo-gag out of her mouth with her tongue as she watched the sybots stand up to reorganize again. The fight couldn't be won, so the She Devil gave up. "Fuck me!" She cried out. "Fuck me harder!" - - - - - - - - Natasha closed her eyes as yet another orgasm crested over her. She took a quick moment to gather her senses through the haze of ecstasy and humiliation that washed over her will. Having sensed her climax, the rape-bot was reconfiguring itself for a new assault. The machine was ruthless in its brutal violation of the buxom heroine, but there was a pattern in its programming. A pattern meant predictability, the elite agent knew. And in her business, predictable meant defeat-able. "Must be a way to take advantage of the reset," The Widow thought. The dildo that had forced the climax on her withdrew from her vagina and the cups that kneaded her breasts quiesced as the program selected a new phallus and new massage pattern. "Roughly 15 seconds to think and plan," she told herself. She had already verified in the a previous respite that her wrist stingers had been removed along with her costume, as had her belt and boots. The rape machine beeped and its display changed. OBJECTIVE: BREAK HUMAN FEMALE'S WILL MODE: LOVER INTENSITY: QUICKIE "Random mode number 41 selected," the machine's robotic voice taunted her, "Your will is breaking, human female. You will be defeated." The Black Widow swallowed as she braced for a new set of sensations. She watched helplessly as the mechanical arm between her legs lowered itself and put the dildo that had been penetrating her back into its holder. Her eyes fixated on the arm as it attached a new instrument to itself. Instead of a smooth phallus as the previous ones had been, this new one had small smooth bumps all over its' shaft. Her attention was then pulled to the breast manipulation cups as they lifted up and away from her ample chest for the first time. The arms retreated up and over her head beyond her view only for a new pair of arms to return into view. Instead of cups, these new arms were tipped with rounded tipped pincers and Natasha knew instinctively what they were for. An unintentional groan escaped her as she felt the machine press the dildo against her exposed vagina. "Got to be a way out," the spy told herself. The rape machine's pincers closed on her already engorged nipples and began to gently squeeze and play with them. "All I have are my fingernail stingers," she thought glumly. Minuscule high-voltage devices were implanted invisibly under each index finger's nail. Designed for hand-to-hand combat, each had a single charge just sufficient to knock a human down, but not out. A warm wave of pleasure began to gather in the heroine's psyche as the machine began to pump the dildo slowly in and out of her pussy. "Think, Nat, think!" This program was less aggressive than the others, but that just made it worse. She could feel each and every bump on the dildo's shaft sliding against her already overstimulated nerve endings. The pincers squeezed and pulled at her stiff nipples and The Widow felt her concentration slip as the tingle of pleasure spread across her chest. "That's it!" She thought to herself. As the upper arms of the machine changed, it passed up and over her head, close to where her hands were bound. The range of the fingernail stingers was only a few inches, but it might be just close enough to zap them. It might be enough electricity to short out the machine! She'd have to wait for the machine to change implements again and then time the zap just right. "Ugh!" She cried into her gag. The dildo was doing something new! The gentleness of the thrusting was joined a sinister new component. The dildo was starting to spin on its axis, adding an unfamiliar exotic new sensation. "Got ... to ... hold ... on!" She pleaded with herself as she felt the wave of a new and powerful orgasm build. She had a plan now. A desperate plan to be sure, but a plan nevertheless. The only problem was she'd have to hang on to her sanity long enough to enact it, even as the relentless machine violated her body and brutalized her mind. - - - - - - - - End. Heroines - Part 2. To be continued ... - - - - - - - -