The Heroines - Part 3 by Mr. D This is an unofficial sequel to Mr. X's unfinished story "Heroines" Author's Note: This part contains a couple of small "Easter Egg" homages to Mr X's early works. - - - - - - - - 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 3 - - - - - - - - "Yes!" Mockingbird cried out in ecstasy. She was on all fours on the bed as her husband Hawkeye made love to her from behind. His hips slapped repeatedly against hers and each with each little impact came a pulse of pleasure. She desperately wanted to ignore the gnawing feeling in the back of her mind. "Oh god!" He was insatiable, and had fucked her into two powerful orgasms already and a third was building in her loins. But something was just not right. She just couldn't focus on it with every nerve in her pussy on fire as he slid in and out of her. Just one more climax she told herself. Just one more explosion of pleasure and then she'd figure it out. Just one more injection of his hot oily sweet nectar and they'd figure it out together. "Ahhhhhh!" She cried out. He had reached around her body and given her right nipple a gentle squeeze. The heat was building. The doubt was gnawing. The orgasm was ... "Nineteen!" Bobbi shouted as she dove off the bed. Hawkeye looked stunned. "What are you talki ..." He ducked the suite telephone that she had expertly thrown at his head. "Not Eighteen. Agent Nineteen!" Bobbi Morse growled. Ecstasy yielded quickly to anger. "Who are you? Skrull? Mysterio?" "Honey, I don't unders ..." Clint said. Clarity flooded her mind. "No scar on your chest, *honey*" She replied, emphasizing the mistake. "Our honeymoon *was* in the *French* countryside, not Essex." Anger gave way to focused fury. "Who ... Are ... YOU?!" The expression on Clint's face changed and deadened. "Activating secondary objective," it said in a monotone as its' eyes flashed red. Bobbi shifted her weight to a more aggressive fighting stance. This faux-Hawkeye was not a who, but a what. It climbed quickly off the bed and rushed her. Bobbi deftly moved out of the way and reset her stance. It was quick to recover and the two combatants began to circle each other. She took to the offensive and threw a feint with her right fist then a hard left. He took the blow to the face easily and returned a swing, catching Bobbi on the shoulder. The hit staggered her back a step. This thing was strong. Not super-soldier strong, but too strong to have an extended fight with. She had to finish the fight fast. Especially if its creator was aware of her actions and sending reinforcements. She retreated a few steps in the direction of the wardrobe and let it follow. Narrowing her eyes, she juked to the left and quickly back to the right while feinting a kicking motion. "Clint" slipped on the same rug that Bobbi had earlier, just as she had set it up. Taking advantage of its imbalance, she closed the gap and punched it in the throat sending the fake-Avenger down to the floor hard. She pressed the advantage, driving a knee down on the supine fighter's stomach with all her weight. She felt a sickening crunch. Not of bone, but of plastic and silicon. A strong arm grabbed at her leg and pulled, tripping the heroine. She rolled with her momentum and quickly got back up to her feet. The robot had also gotten to its feet unsteadily. It staggered towards her with one arm outstretched. "Objective: Must subdue subject." She grabbed the lamp at bedside and smashed it with a mighty swing against the side of the robot's head. Shattered bits of ceramic and plastic flew about the room with the impact. Flailing about on the ground, the robot struggled. Half of its artificial face was missing, exposing the electro-mechanical skeleton underneath. "Obbetiv ... sst thubdu thubkt" it recited. Bobbi grabbed the open bottle of water from the bedside table and in a swift motion jammed the open top against the gap in the robot's artificial skin. The robot collapsed to the ground, its internal circuity shorting out from the water. "It's not my luggage!" Bobbi growled as she picked up one of the suitcases and brought it down hard onto the head of the robot-Clint. She was rewarded with a loud crunch of broken machinery. "You're not my ex-husband," she spat. She looked down at the broken duplicate of Clint Barton in disgust and gave it a swift kick in the crotch, "and Pym particles don't work like that." Bobbi breathed deeply. Someone had been messing with her head. The Controller? M.O.D.O.K.? Purple Man? Had to be someone with the resources to steal an old S.H.I.E.L.D. L.M.D. or knowledge to create something similar. She looked at the contents of the suitcase that she had broken over the robot's head. Clothes but no uniform. She pulled open the wardrobe door and found her costume and battle batons hanging there. She grinned as she pulled on her costume. Villains were all the same, ever overconfident. A few things were starting to come back to her. She hadn't been alone. First she'd find Black Widow and ... another hero she couldn't quite remember yet. Then someone was going to pay. - - - - - - - - Black Widow struggled to focus as the insidious machine pounded away at her will. Yet another climax was building as the evil machine thrust the dildo in and out of Natasha's vagina. The machine had forced her to come five times since it had changed the breast massagers. Five modes, five climaxes by five different dildos, each orgasm stronger than the last. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out against the relentless mechanical rape, but she knew her will was slipping away. The thick ribbed dildo slid in and out of her drenched pussy. With each movement, pulses of pleasure flowed up her spine as the ribs rubbed against her clitoris. The machine played with her nipples, gently pinching, squeezing and pulling at them, sending tingles all over her shapely chest. The robotic rapist pushed and pulled the phallus deep in and out of the redhead's pussy and her overstimulated body responded subconsciously, gyrating her hips in time with every thrust. It was just too much stimulation to resist and the orgasmic wave exploded over the Black Widow. It was the most powerful climax yet. Her entire body stiffened while the tireless machine continued to violate her with vicious thrusts. For endless moments, the super spy's body twitched as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her violated psyche. The rape machine beeped and the display updated. OBJECTIVE: BREAK HUMAN FEMALE'S WILL MODE: BITCH TAMER INTENSITY: RELENTLESS "Random mode number 25 selected," the machine droned. "You are weak, human female. You will be climaxed again." Natasha took a deep breath as she watched the machine pause to change its attachments. Despondently, she realized that the breast attachments were not moving. She would have to outlast yet another assault. The machine between her legs changed out its implement. The new dildo was enormous with several bumps and ridges that ran all down its length. At the end, a protrusion ran from the base, back up the length and to the top. At the end of the protrusion was a large ball that clamped down on the phallus with a springy tension. Her hands clenched unconsciously as the tip pressed up against her slit. Millimeter by millimeter the machine forced the huge tool deep into her vagina. Every bump and every ridge was agonizing ecstasy as it pushed past her lips. An involuntary moan escaped her throat; she was losing this battle even before it began. Finally, the machine paused and Natasha held her breath. The entire massive tool was inside of her with the ball pressed up against her clit. She held as still as she could, knowing any movement would move her body against the invader and could push her over the edge. She wondered why it had stopped. A bug in its program perhaps? She held her breath. Maybe she could take advantage and somehow effect an escape. Suddenly every muscle in her body seized up as the ball started to vibrate. The pulsing directly on her oversensitized clitoris sent massive waves of pleasure straight up her spine. A deep guttural moan echoed through the chamber as the heroine quivered through the massive climax. The vibrating ball pummeled against her womanhood as the orgasm pummeled her will. The machine kneaded her breasts and stroked her nipples as she trembled in ecstasy. Long moments passed before Natasha was able to gather her wits and turn her attention away from the fading climax and back to her surroundings. The machine had predictably withdrawn the dildo from her pussy and was reconfiguring itself yet again between her thighs. But there was nothing touching her chest! The machine was changing the breast massagers and she had managed to keep her sanity long enough to try to short out the machine with her fingernail stingers. - - - - - - - - "Please fuck me," Shanna begged the sybots to ravish her. The five sybots froze in place and turned to look at her simultaneously. "Fuck me harder!" The automatons vacuous expressions seemed to get even blanker and their eyes flashed yellow for just a moment before they resumed their previous appearance and restarted their movements. One of the males took a position between Shanna's legs and one of the female knelt next to her and began to knead the heroine's breasts. "Oh yes!" The Queen of Jungle cried out as humanoid between her legs began to pump its huge member in and out of her slit. She thrust out her chest as much as she was able. She locked eyes with the female, "Suck on my tits!" The female sybot looked at her expressionlessly, but bent down to take one of Shanna's nipples between its lips and began to swirl its tongue all over the heroine's areola. Shanna moaned and began to gyrate her hips in time with her own violation. "Ugh. Ah! More!" The female sybot switched and began to suckle on Shanna's other boob. The male pumped his hips faster and deeper and quickly pushed the heroine over the edge. The sybots continued to penetrate and suck Shanna's body even as she quivered in the throes of orgasm. Coming down from the wave of pleasure that had washed over her, Shanna locked her half-glassy eyes with the male. "More. I need more!" She turned her head upward as much as she could and wiggled her fingers. "Please!" The sybots froze in place again. An eternity of a moment later their eyes flashed red and all five stood up. One the males moved over to where her wrists were cuffed. He held up one index finger and a small key emerged from the tip, which it used to unlock the wrist cuffs. The two females went to Shanna's ankles and repeated the process, freeing the Jungle Queen from her bonds. The two other males grabbed Shanna's arms and pulled her up to a sitting position while one of the females lay down face up next to her. The males forced Shanna to her knees over the female, her knees on either side of the sybot. One of the males grabbed Shanna's wrist and pulled it behind her back and pushed forward. The heroine was forced down so her breasts hung down touching the female's face. The female reached up and began to massage and suck on Shanna's breasts. The male holding her wrist positioned his stiff member to the entrance of her slick tunnel and began to push forward. Shanna closed her eyes and moaned. Shortly she felt something against her cheek and opened her eyes. Another one of the males was kneeling in front of her, its stiff pale white member pointing right at her face. Shanna opened her mouth and put her lips around the engorged rod. - - - - - - - - End. Heroines - Part 3. To be continued ... - - - - - - - -