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Gathering Dusk Issue #4 – Weakling

Updated: Apr 27

Doc tinkered with his medical tools, more fascinated with examining the damage presented before him than he was eager to get it fixed. Hanging up in his laboratory was the Dawnbringers’ dedicated sex-slave, her upheld figure splayed-out in a contraption that held her open and exposed so that the doctor could have full access to her various body parts. It had been a rough first few weeks for the Ant Donna Saito. Having arrived a nubile young virgin, she was now a thoroughly overfucked sextoy.

Through his dark glasses, Vladimir beheld a pain-wrecked canvas with fascination. She looked comatose, or possibly deceased, countenance frozen in the contours of agony… the only sign she was alive at all was the slow expansion of her chest as she breathed. Donna’s different-coloured pupils were pointed askew in diverging directions, a sure sign of brain damage from battery and lack of oxygen, and her tongue lolled limply from her open mouth. During one of her sexual acts, thick jizz had somehow been regurgitated from her nostrils and lips in great quantities, overlaying her chin and chest in a cloudy plaster of gunky white. The youth appeared abjectly tarnished, like something you’d cast-away in a trash-bin. The disarray of her black-and-purple tresses added to this look of incongruity.

Much more obscene, however, was the condition of her holes. Her once so taut pussy had been viciously hyperextended, stretched and torn until it now resembled a widely-yawning, pink-rimmed chasm more than the tight slit it had started as. His diagnosis was stretch-induced trauma, meaning that it was unable to deflate from its current oval-shaped form. Doc was pretty sure he could have stuffed his fist into that grotto without touching either of its sides. The same assessment could be used to describe her asshole… Donna’s rear was now just another cavernous gorge that provided passage into her body.

Vladimir crouched, lowering himself to such an angle that he could gaze up at her cervix. That tiny aperture had been savagely reamed open, broken and drilled through by incredible and inhuman force, enabling him to see all the way into her womb, air now chilling and residing within that life-giving chamber. The biological unseemliness of this degradation made him elicit a rare smirk.

All around the walls of her vaginal-canal and uterus there lay tacky, coagulated semen. That entire tunnel was essentially crusted with the stuff, appearing more whitish than pink despite the damage. He knew that her anus had been similarly befouled.

This was Mammoth’s doing, he had heard. Something about Echo finally having found a way to coax the giant into getting his couch-bound ass upright and fucking the shit out of her. She must have been begging for death as it happened. Doc pursed his lips. He’d really like to have seen that. But with duties and obligations abounding, one could not be privy to witness everything with one’s own eyes.

Left to her own devices, he doubted the girl would survive. Infection would probably take her. At the very least, the damage done her mind would have been permanent… brain cells so destroyed simply didn’t grow back naturally.

Vladimir, however, was no so constrained by the rules of nature or biology.

Activating his power for cellular regeneration, the former supervillain leaned in and rested one hand on her forehead. Each Dawnbringer had their favorite parts of the young Ant to play with… and Echo would be so disappointed if she stopped reacting.

As his powers went to work, effortlessly healing injuries that should have been permanent, one of Donna’s eyelids sluggishly blinked, the other remaining open as her pupils narrowed to the same level and faced the same way again. While the cell death in her brain was easy enough to fix, Doc could do nothing about the damage to her psyche caused by the trauma… and he wouldn’t have wanted to fix it even if there was. As he went to work on restoring her ravaged. pussy, a haunted look filled Donna’s eyes as she came back to consciousness… and with that awakening came a tsunami of traumatic memories, the nightmare replaying in her mind.


“Destroy that fucking Ant’s pussy, Mammoth!” Echo cheered as she watched, clapped her hands in sadistic delight as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

The mighty colossus of the Dawnbringers had hoisted Donna into the air, lifting the lithe teen by the crooks of her knees so that her lower body was in an M-shape. Saito faced away from him and towards Echo and the others, hands bound behind her backside as she leaned against his chiselled abdomen. Both victim and villain were utterly nude, their sexual organs precariously close. Donna was hysterically fear-faced as she gazed down at his upwards jutting prong with shocked eyes wide. That wasn’t a cock that he had… it was a murder weapon. The club between his legs more closely desembled a flagpole than it did any of the other Dawnbringer’s cocks, so enormously thick that it appeared designed to plough elephants instead of humans. A foreboding chill shot through her womanhood, as if her very skin was trying to crawl away from that horrific appendage. If that thing went inside her, it would split her in two… she’d never survive it.

Donna was staring at her death in the form of a enormous cock pointed at the core of her being, and she knew it.

“No! No, please…. you can’t! Not this! Please, not this way!” she frantically pleaded, shaking her head around as if trying to escape his grip. What they were intending was just not possible. During her imprisonment they had made her do so many revolting and humiliating things. She had fucked, sucked and been sodomized — reduced to the condition of a subhuman sex-toy – and yet this broke all boundaries. Her body simply couldn’t take it!

She knew all about Mammoth’s lethargicness. During missions he was a genuine wrecking-ball, rampaging through battlefields with vigour and stamina that seemed unending. Yet during downtime, he was practically married to his couch, disinterested in everything. Therefore, despite her weeks-long enslavement, she had managed to avoid getting violated by his superhuman grandness… besides Oracle and Echo herself, he was the only one who hadn’t fucked her. Now though, Echo had somehow managed to coax out his libido, convincing him to unleash his corybantic wrath on her tiny pussy to give her a show.

“No! No! NOOO! NOOOOOO!!! NOOO-GwwuuUUUUAAHHHH!!!” Donna screeched so loudly that her lungs burned as Mammoth began lancing her groin on his humongous cock.

The mushroom-shaped dickhead and sunken, well raped pit pressed together, yet no penetration arose. Despite the fact that her twat-folds were spread outwards to their maximum capacity, they barely managed to get halfway across his girth. The only result of this bumping together was a lot of physical anguish in her loins.

Due to her positioning, it was almost like Donna was being seated onto his rod. With the insertion having been a miserable failure, the purple-scalped youth hoped that they would see reason and give up. Her hope proved to be futile. Mammoth only started pulling her downwards harder, his nostrils flaring and his monstrous biceps bulging as he exerted himself in the effort to be her latest rapist.

“IT WON’T WORK!” Donna screamed pathetically. “IT WON’T WORK! STOP!!!” she desperately bellowed, feeling her pussy lips folding inwardly as his dick began to make the edge of her slit cave in like a crater to make room to encompass more and more of his cocktip. The sensation was like someone placing their booted foot against her womanhood and attempting to push in with their entire body weight. Fearing for her life, she started struggling and squirming, somehow hoping to sprawl out of his grip. Those frantic death-spasms amused the onlooking Dawnbringers greatly… even the ones that weren’t specifically watching. Marcus and Trevon pointed and jeered. Shinra stood chuckling with his attention half the television while he snacked. Baldur asked if she didn’t prefer his cock instead. And in front of all of them, Echo nodded along with every scream that she made, smiling as if about to win ten million dollars in a game.


Yet, despite her fears, her young, velvety lips held together, stretching heroicly as they crept creeping ever-closer to the edges of the Dawnbringer’s knobby cockhead. It was like birthing a baby, but in reverse.

Grimacing as he pushed, Mammoth was destined to ram his manhood in. “UUU-UUUHHGGG!!!” she screamed, a guttural clunk contorting her outburst as the grisly insertion occurred. With both eyes and lips trembling, she experienced the impossible sensation of having her womanhood gored stabbed beyond the point of sanity. That gargantuan organ savagely bumped against her cervix in one fell swoop, a thudding impact that numbed all of her muscles. up to her shoulders with shock. Her cunt was left hugging that invading pole like a second skin, stretched-out in perfect shape of its contours. Donna had been extended way past what she thought her natural limits were, expecting death at any second. This abnormal penetration left her in a throbbing agony as if being split-apart. Unbearable aches were pulsing through her for every second that prong remained inside… and Mammoth hadn’t even started thrusting yet!

Armed with immense muscle-power, the behemoth started bobbing her thoroughly impaled womanhood on his shaft. Her pussy compressed desperately on him, trying in vain to try and stop him, yet even though they clinched-together with enough harshness that she felt she could have crushed a soda can Donna was utterly unable to so much as slow-down his punishing thrusts one bit. Worse yet, his hands bounced her up and down viciously quickly, making it feel like an earthquake erupting inside Donna’s scrambled skull each time that cock head pounded against the opening of her womb. It was vastly agonizing and unnatural. No woman was made to experience such a painful extension. In her increasingly rare and precious moments of lucity, she wondered if any female in history had ever undergone something as hurtful and dehumanizing as this.

“Slam right through her cervix, Darlin! I know you can do it!” Echo encouraged the behemoth. “Vandalize that Ant’s womb so bad we don’t have to worry about if she’ll ever get pregnant again!” The blonde amazon sounded simultaneously mirthful and mischievous, as if she were cheering for a sports team or a horse at a race, not for the destruction of another human being. The giant heeded her calls, designing his thrusts so to drill into that normally unreachable remoteness. Donna’s heart thundered so harshly that she thought it was going to explode as he sought to skewer her innermost core. They were possibly dealing with a sexualized murder, and it was amusing to the false heroes!

Then it happened.

His cock, somehow turned harder and more unstoppable than any rod of steel, punched right through her cervix, cracking the boney barrier in the process. Unbelievable hellish agony filled her, the tortured superheroine screeching skyward as her whole body spasmed in anguish. His cock… the head of his cok was inside her womb… Mind-shattering pain enveloped her instantaneously. Stretched to the brink of rupturing, the frenzied Mammoth still kept furiously boning against her tender reproductive-canal. Had her father not dedicated Donna to a lifetime of gymnastics and acrobatics, then she would not have possessed the flexibility and strength to survive this ordeal… yet even with it, her training-honed body was only strong enough to hold on by the barest of margins. It did nothing at all to keep her intact, nothing at all to ease her pain.

Donna kept screaming, her existence reduced to such a state of physical meltdown that she was unable to properly form words… she just babbled fractions of pleas between screams, unable to give words to her despair and agony. Mammoth didn’t care – he kept ramming his cock up her twat and it hurt like nothing she had ever experienced, like nothing she had ever imagined. There was a constant banging noise from inside her whenever he plunged into her uterus, those savage collisions creating sounds more akin to demolition than anything which sounded like sex. Since he fucked with a jackhammer’s pace, the fleshy thuds were constant like an unending chorus. Assaulted with bone-jarring impacts, Donna’s figure abandoned all semblance of sentience and instead started flopping and jerking about like an bludgeoned rag-doll. This was met with a barrage of heckles and insults from the onlooking Dawnbringers. Many laughed so heartily that they were folded in half. How could they hate her so? She had done nothing to them except steal away some minute airtime on the news, and even that by accident. Why this red-hot loathing for an Ant like her? Were they truly so evil that watching her get fucked to death was what they considered primetime entertainment? From the depths of her soul, in that moment, Donna regretting not just leaving her classmates in the clutches of those officers… in fact, she regretted ever even considering being a hero.

“Mammoth! Mammoth! Mammoth!” Echo cheered, pumping her fists in the air as she did so. Soon, everyone else joined her, repeating the giant’s name as he power-fucked the helpless teen. The brutalization of Donna’s womb had gotten its own chorus, and they kept regaling the brute’s actions until he was finally ready to orgasm and complete the thorough despoiling of that ruined hole.

For the tortured Donna, it felt like someone had just opened a fire hydrant within her womb, except the flood was searing hot. Superheated sperm came shooting onto the walls of that delicate uterus, scalding the battered membrane. The hazardous substance remained clinging to its contours afterward, stuck in place like a spray of glue against her sides… and since he kept thrusting even while ejaculating, every outwards lurch was accompanied by a humongous deluge of excessive spunk, that thick jizz pouring out through the broken edges of her cunt. To receive such a prodigious injection of seed then have so much of it flood out of her made it seem like oceanic waves were striking through her innards. Donna couldn’t believe the extent of her torments. Those gooey semi-fluids just kept spurting.

Donna hung there in the monster’s grip, her head hanging low… too exhausted to even hold it up any longer. Her arms likewise dangled loosely at her sides… but she was still awake enough to hear Echo’s voice. “Don’t think this is over, darling!” Echo teased, her tone as acrimonious as it was gleeful. “Mammoth can go on fucking for an entire day… when he gets going, no one can stop him. You’ll be left more thoroughly overfucked than all the times you’ve been with Baldur, Shinra, Lancer and Thermal combined!”

“Hey!” they all jocularly injected, feigning stung male bravado.

Horrified yet too sexually brutallized to vocalize it, Donna almost fainted upon realizing the giant was not slowing down his pumps in the slightest. His dickhead was still furiously erect and new wallops were being laid into her now sperm-besmirched womanhood. His intensity hadn’t lessened one bit. The muscle-man was transfixed by the desire to have her hate-fucked, fuming and snarling as he did so.

Skewered helplessly on his dick, the beautiful young superheroine could do nothing as she forced to endure another monstrous fucking… and another, and another, and another…


Doc had finished repairing her sex, his glowing finger managing to tighten her until her ruined hole was as neat and tight-looking again as it had been when she first rode the elevator up to this place. Her slit had been refurbished into an immaculate condition. The barely-conscious Donna felt of two minds about this. Superficially, it meant that she didn’t have to behold what a horridly mutilated gash her pussy had become, meant that it had stopped hurting. Yet… she knew that they weren’t doing it out a sense of mercy. They were restoring her because the Dawnbringers wanted to keep raping her… wanted her body to be tight and pleasurable for them. Had she just been allowed to expire… then it might finally have been the end of her suffering

He went to work on her anus. That hollowed-out asshole still ached…


After Mammoth had grown bored of viciously mauling her sex, he had moved on to breaking in that other orifice instead. Donna was placed flat against the ground inside her cell, the giant blanketing her backside in a dominant position. Her resistant sphincter could do nothing to prevent him from brute-forcing his way inside. Any defiance her anus showed to that humongous object was ruthlessly pulverized, like a wrecking-ball hitting a wall. Just like with her ferociously distorted cunt, that tiny passage became mercilessly outstretched and turned into a giant’s cocksleeve.

Donna bellowed and shrieked and screamed, drooling helplessly as she cried like a child and wailed her pain. Mammoth reamed her unremittingly, those hips sawing back-and-forth on-top of her tight, athletic rear as as if trying to break her into fragments of skin and bones with nothing but the thrusts of his cock. Her ass was absolutely flattened underneath his heaviness. She was given no opportunity to rest or recover at all… that engorged weapon of a dick just kept vandalizing her besieged colon.

During this strenuous sodomy, the other Dawnbringers thronged around her, In her held down and dominated position, Donna couldn’t see any more of them than just her shoes. Many of them spat at her, taunted her, and placed their soles atop her temples like gangsters marking their territory. Shinra would even occasionally drop some of his popcorn on her… and all while she thought she was going to die from getting buttfucked in front of an audience.

Mammoth’s orgasms were as obscene and plentiful as when he had wrecked her pussy, his testicles seemingly possessing the capacity to churn-out an unlimited amount of cum out of proportion to their size… his recovery speed something absurd. Much of that seed was jettisoned throughout her tubular bowels, sluicing through its various twists and bends. The air-tight plug of her rectal-canal prevented large quantities of jizz from splurging back out of her anus. She was just a sewer to dump cum into to the man.

Eventually, fatigue began to set in and the novelty of her vicious rape wore off… not for Mammoth, but for the other Dawnbringers. Even as the behemoth kept ransacking her at the same blistering intensity, the others began to stretched in weariness. Bored or exhausted, individual heroes started leaving the show, abandoning Donna alone in the room with that beast they called Mammoth. The last one out… Donna felt sure it had been Echo… even flipped the light-switch on the way out. None of it phased Mammoth at all – he just kept screwed her as the full-moon rose and illuminated a blackened sky.

When daylight broke, they returned, rubbing sleep-addled eyes. Echo, the first one to pay the Ant a visit, burst into chest shaking laughter upon seeing the condition that Donna was in. Mammoth had fucked her through the entire night, practically thumping an unresponsive corpse for most of it. Her shy anus had been utterly mangled, ruined as if pillaged by ten-thousand barbarians.

The true obscenity, however, was how all that liberally unloaded cum had affected her. With no other direction to venture, that discusting cock cream had been forced up and up to sluice through her digestive system. Eventually, internal pressures made it drain into her stomach-sack, and then up through her esophagus. The end-result was that Donna wound up vomiting up the sperm that had been poured into her ass by the gallon, sordidly ejecting the cream through her nostrils and mouth. A large puddle of greasy white had pooled in-front of her floor-touching lips. The sight was utterly unseemly, utterly inhuman.

Because so much of that disgusting sperm had been clogging her airways during its passage, asphyxiation had been an constant peril. Donna had come within a hairsbredth of choking to death on filthy cum from the depths of her ass a thousand times during the night. The experience left her eyes visibly bloodshot and haggard. Only by coughing and belching violently had she managed to eject those butt-inserted spunk-wads. Dried rivulets of the seminal fluids had been left in her nasal vennels, impregnating therein their offensive tang. This had gone on for so long that she had lost all sense of time and place.

Enduring this grueling and undignified struggle to survive was supremely traumatizing, the teen almost having lost touch with sanity. Wallowing in misery, she had felt her sense of identity barely clinging on. Pain had made her body grow numb just as it had burnt away at the grey matter of her brain. Echo had been right in what she had said. Mammoth had fucked her worse than Baldur, Shinra, Lancer and Thermal combined. Eventually, the lack of air had caused the damage to her mind that meant that, mercifully, she didn’t remember more.


“There,” Doc said, completing his mission. “Good as new.”

Her asshole had been refitted to normal size. There was no longer any spacious craters gouging-out her nether-regions. Sustaining this damage and then being tightened back up again made Donna feel disconnected from her flesh. It made her feel like a doll, like an inanimate being. It was soul-crushing, a vicious stomp on her sense of self. The impression was made all the worse since Donna had been destroyed by the very people she had thought saved abused girls from fates such as these.

A door opened and closed. High-heels clacked. Echo stepped into view wearing a stylish pencil dress, the ravishing blonde inspecting Donna from tip-to-toe. She was holding a partly-drained champagne glass in one hand, seeming slightly inebriated.

“Is the slave completely healed?” she asked.

“Her body is,” Doc answered, grinning. “I actually made some… improvements.”

“Good… Because the boys are missing their whore. I’ll be taking her now,” she replied, pointing towards Saito with a waggling finger. It obviously wasn’t her first drink.

“If she bursts apart then she bursts apart,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “You’ll have warning I guess, won’t you? Besides, we can always get another one.”

Donna wasn’t human to them. Despite being present, they didn’t talk to her, they talked about her, like she was furniture or some commonplace equipment. Her life or death was of no concern to them except for in how it related to their amusement. Mammoth’s rape was just an extra-grievous example. Only sheer, stubborn will to live enabled the teenager to withstand all of this defilement. She couldn’t give up. She couldn’t let this be the end of her.

“You’ve forgotten the…” Echo blurbed, outstretched fingertip poking against both of her nipples.

“Oops,” Doc said with a grin. “Sorry, got distracted with my improvements. My mistake, my Lady,” he said with a slight bow.

The Russian scanned his laboratory in search of something. He found it lying between two test-tubes. It was an ordinary needle. Grasping the tool, he went over to Donna. The girl’s nerves frosted as she realized what he was intending to do. Even though she had plenty of piercings… and she had even considered these ones… she didn’t want it like this… The need to jump and twist around like a panicked animal overcame her yet Donna barely managed to suppress the emotions. Her tortured senses had become somewhat accustomed to dealing with impending agony, and she knew that squirming would only make it worse.

Vladimir clasped one of her nipples in-between his fingertips and pulled outwards. With her tit so extended, he started piercing the needle tip through its vulnerable target. Donna girting her teeth as pain exploded. She felt how that sharpened metal dug into the membrane and then slid right through it, leaving behind a tiny aperture. Vladimir’s healing capability make sure that there was no bloodshed. Having callously punctured that mammilla, he moved onto the next one.

Donna fought the harrying tension within her. Her body didn’t belong to her anymore. They modified it however they wished. All she could do was to try and minimize the pain by not doing anything that stoked their ire. It was the only kind of control she had over her life now.

He penetrated the second nipple just as coldheartedly as he had the first one. Saito hardened her senses, unleashing a small gasp when he was done. While Echo played spectator, he inserted ring-piercings into those man-made orifices, locking the devices in place. They were larger rings than she would have ever considered, slutty regalia, the sort of tawdry bedeckings you’d see on a brain-dead bimbo. Just seeing them on her made her feel cheap and whorish.

“You should feel lucky, darling. Not every Ant gets her piercings done by a professional,” Sarah commented, circling the rims of her glass with one finger. “Now, for the final one.”

Doc squatted, bringing his face level of her crotch, still equipping that needle. Donna gasped with onrushing terror as she realized what he was going to do. This one she had never dreamed of. She warred against fear-born tremors, her newfound skills of remaining immobile when being tortured knowing they were soon to be tested.

With a surgeon’s steadiness, Vladimir’s skilled hands coaxed that erogenous pleasure-bud out of its protective clithood. Having it presented, he readied the needle. Donna almost lost control of her bladder as its pointed tip pricked against the side of her clitoris. Closing eyes and grimacing, she awaited insertion with a thoroughly harried mind

She couldn’t help it… she screamed, limbs flexing against her bounds as the intense agony of the needle washed over her. His instrument skewered her genitalia and left it permanently mutilated. Just as with the nipples, he slid a ring through its gash, transforming her womanhoods appearance into something much more promiscuous and tacky-looking than it had been before. All rings were big enough for a grown man to hook his finger through. They wanted her to be a slut. Now she looked like one.

“Excellent!” Echo remarked. “Some wretchedly sleazy piercings. You should feel good about yourself, darling… they blend seamlessly with your style! I mean, you’re a dyke goth-ant with no taste… you were inevitably going to get those slut-buds pierced sooner or later, anyways. So you really should be thanking us. You are a dyke, aren’t you?” she questioned.

“No, Mistress. Baldur fucked the dyke out of me. Thank you for the piercings,” she yelped, having learned how to speak when they prompted her too.

Sarah grinned, beaming a pearly-white, all-American smile. “Good! It’s nice to see you so well mannered, darling… because you’re going to be put through the ringer in a whole new way tonight.”


The drunken Dawnbringers erupted into hoots and hollers as they saw Donna exit Doc’s med-bay, humiliatingly naked and leash-led by Echo. The only clothing on the teen’s svelte figure was her animite collar. However, the blonde’s leash didn’t lead there – Instead, her slim chain had been fastened to Donna’s recently-inserted clitoris-hoop, dominating her via that intimate hypersensitive zone. The heroine would occasionally tauten her leash just to be hurtful, making Donna let out a choked off sob as she stumbled forward.

They were having some sort of celebration… For what, Donna had no clue. It was obvious that a lot of liquor had been consumed, though. Emptied bottles abounded all over the place. Candlelight was shouldering the majority of the room’s illumination, as the cloudy sky provided no illumination to dispel the pitch darkness outside, above the skyline of the rest of New York. All of her captors were present save for Oracle and Doc.

“C’mon, darling, don’t be shy… show yourself off, you look pretty… for a worthless whore, anyway!” Sarah mocked as she guided their slave into the center of the group.

Not knowing what to do, Donna struck bold poses, accentuating her newly bejeweled bits. Many touched and prodded at her sore clitoris and nipples, grasping the circlets and pulling them outwards so as to hear her yelp. Her once so prominent shyness about being touched had calcified under their repeated molestations. She was broken-in to people laying handholds on her breasts and butt-mounds. Her private parts were now public. Everyone seemed to agree that the new piercings were an improvement.

“You’re not here just to be looked at, bitch!” Baldur snarled, looking impatient. “Haven’t you told her?” he questioned Echo.

“No,” the blonde tittered. “Where would be the fun in that?”

“You’re here to deal with a very pressing issue, bitch!” Baldur continued. “And for once, it isn’t our hard-ons! But it’s still going to involve our dicks. You see, all us lads here got to take a wicked piss, but the plumb seemed backed up… Mammoth’s fault… again.” He grinned. “Luckily, we have our own inhouse little sewage-system right here!” Baldur smirked, drunkenly scuffing the top of her head.

Donna fought down instantaneous nausea. Her insides went cold yet she did not show it. Drinking… piss!? She should have seen it coming. These people were monsters. They’d subject her to any foul act they could think of.

“Isn’t this what you’ve always dreamed about? Being the personal piss-pot for all the Dawnbringers? A valuable member of the team?” He chuckled. “Well, congratulations, bitch! Welcome to the Dawnbringers. I’ve downed so many beers that I’ve lost fucking count, and my bladder is about to burst! So get down on your knees and open up that pretty mouth of yours… The world’s foremost Superhero is going to water his stupid Ant…”

Intentions divulged, the smiles on everyone’s faces turned to laughter. As the shamed Donna fell to her knees, the intoxicated group thronged around her face, not worried about the potential splash at all. Baldur fished out his dick, soft for once but still prodigious in size. He pointed his tip against Donna’s mouth from a foot away, utterly committed to treating her like just another urinal.

“Gape those lips wide, you insipid Ant!” he snarled while struggling to uncork his bladder. “Spread your lips Wiiiiddgh!” he grunted as the passage abruptly opened, waste-fluids birthing violently from that presented pisser.

The emerging jet missed its mark, striking like spat venom against Donna’s eye. She winced and closed her befouled eyelid, keeping her mouth orifice dutifully opened. After a slapdash rinsing of her face, Baldur managed to hit bullseye, the golden stream spurting right into her unsealed maws. That oral-cavity was stocked-up with urine like a bottle placed underneath a cranked-up faucet, the pee making splattering sounds as it impacted against her tongue. He groaned cathartically upon hearing it. Having first induced Donna into sexual-slavery, Baldur had now broken her into her duty as a toilet.

“Keep taking it, bitch! Swallow! If you waste my valuable piss then I’ll beat the shit out of you!” he growled. “Weren’t you listening? You’re the urinal around here now!” The huge man spoke with a drunken furor.

Donna subserviently obeyed, eyebrows knitting with disgust as that abominable flavor washed over her palate. Because of all the beer he had ingested, the urine was horribly murky and dark. She could practically feel the foam bubbling as it swirled around inside her mouth. It tasted horrifically bitter and salty both, even delivering an acidic punch against her gums and teeth. Naturally, it was likewise offensively warm, amplifying her abject disgust. She wasn’t just drinking piss… she was drinking piss at its foulest.

Since Baldur had apparently been holding back for quite a while, the surge came with overwhelming output. Swallowing continuously, the gateway between her mouth and gullet was rendered null, urine sluicing down that gorge as if it was a toilet-bowl. That consumed piss splashed straight down her stomach, feeding her a liquid meal of pure urine. Yesterday, she had almost asphyxiated due to spewing up Mammoth’s jizz… now she was having similar issues with Baldur’s piss going the opposite way. There was only one solution… she needed to shove aside her degradation and repulsion and drink down the piss as quickly as she possibly could, attaining just enough breathing room to take in some much-needed oxygen.

It didn’t go unnoticed either. “An Ant in the position mother-nature intended for her,” Echo mused.

After some ferocious drainage, Baldur’s bladder emptied, his powerful stream evaporating. He made a satisfied sound and off-handedly stepped aside… but Donna received no reason to celebrate. On the contrary, Lancer and Thermal approached with Shinra standing in their middle. The grinning trio presented their piss-ready wangs and all took aim of her mouth. Her fearful eyes dashed between them, beholding piss-slit after piss-slit with the utmost anxiety. Their intentions were obvious.

“Stick your chin up!” Marcus ordered. “Present that mouth! Wait until your entire mouth-hole is filled up before you gulp it all down! We want you to drink our piss like you’re downing shots at a bar!”

Spirit plummeting, Donna obeyed, doing as she was called to do. Three beams were fired into her gaping mouth in perfect unison, amalgamating their sordid urine inside her despoiled maw. Cruel laughter came from Savra and Echo as they watched a fellow woman do something they would rather die than perform. In accordance with protocol, Donna allowed that piss-pool to grow until it reached her lips before swigging it all down in one go. Holding it this way forced her to truly savor the fetid tang of these males alcohol-heavy payloads. After a mere few mouthfuls, her stomach rumbled with nausea, rebelling at the unhealthy intake. The adolescent would go on to swallow several pitchers of the golden liquid before it was all over. During her weeks of imprisonment, her tummy’s sensitivity had definitively hardened, as she had daily been made to devour bucket-loads of disgusting cum, and still this tested even her limits. It was like an ocean swirled around inside her of boiling, repulsive froth.

Mammoth stepped forwards while rubbing his belly, the ground seeming to shake underneath his weight. He hefted his piece into position. Donna’s entire being chilled at the prospects of having to also ingest the refuse of his no-doubt preposterous bladder. Trembling with trepidation, she kept her lips agape while facing-down that gigantic cock that had so nearly killed her already. His urine splashed against her face with a sound like a fountain… he pissed like a horse, possessed a stream so thick that it could have been coming from a garden hose. Its impact splattered yellow-colored fluids in all directions, the force of the jet almost knocked her head backwards. Other metahumans had to hop backwards to avoid the splashage, laughing at Donna’d defilement.

Bravely, Donna attempted to catch in her mouth like she had been ordered, tried to swallow as much of it as possible… yet taking the entire spray simply seemed impossible. Worse, Mammoth seemed to not intend to defile her like the rest. Disinterested in her already thoroughly sullied mouth, he instead manipulated the beam so to make it into a rainfall, showering her figure with hot piss. Soon he moved to target specific body parts. Donna attempted to follow that gush with her mouth as it traveled over her breasts, her stomach, down to her pubic-mound and thighs, her pathetic and ineffectual attempts to keep up with it causing laughter among the Superheros for her unspeakable actions. The realization that she had just actively degraded herself without their input punctured daggers through Donna’s already tormented heart. It had all been done so to stave off their potential wrath… yet that didn’t lessen the shame one bit.

Coated in a murky carapace of the behemoth’s urine, she wallowed in disgrace. These people held absolutely no respect for her as a human being and handled her like a subhuman. The humiliation and debasements would just go on and on until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Donna fought oblivion. It felt like she was barely hanging on.

Then Echo drove her foot viciously up between Donna’s legs. Screaming, she sprawled down into the puddle of piss on the floor, hands going down to desperately cover her abruptly agonized cunt. “What have I told you about making a mess of my fucking floor, bitch?” Sarah said coldly, a cruel twinkle in her eyes.

“But… but…” Donna whined. “He… didn’t…”

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, darling,” Echo said, kneeling down by her face. “Not a ‘me’ problem. Why do you make me hurt you like this, Ant? Haven’t you learned your place yet?”

“I’ve brought more liquor!” Gnarl gleefully shouted as he emerged from the hall with a beer-keg over his shoulder, smiling like a beverage-seller as a sports game. Most of the Dawnbringers headed over for a refill, and Donna starting crying as she realizing that her job was nowhere near completion.

While the men surrounded the new supply of booze, Savra stepped up to her front, an unknown male draping his arm across her shoulders. Donna was taken aback at encountering someone new for her first time inside the tower. He looked disconcertingly unremarkable, pencil-necked and spindly-armed, standing just a tad taller than Hellen. It took her a few seconds to realize that this must be Puppet… the real Puppet. The man always orchestrated his presence through his dolls, even during interviews and media-appearances. In the actual flesh, he was just another guy. A human like any other save his powers of spiritual possession. Donna might be the only one to see what he looked like in years.

The man’s spouse unbuttoned his fly and grasped the python lurking within, pointing it towards Donna’s mouth. He was here for no special circumstances. Just another man who wished to drain piss into her mouth like a urinal.

“Damn, look how rundown she has become,” he stated, urinating.

That normal-sized jet was quite manageable after all that the Ant had gone through. As he kept shedding water, he addressed his wife. “Our anniversary is coming up. Did you know that this little plaything will be playing a key role in the festivities?”

Savra smiled wickedly, leaning against his shoulder. Her blackhearted gaze told Donna that the golem-maker was looking forward to it very much.


“Hold still, bitch!” Marcus snarled, the black brute squatting in-front of her splayed-out thighs.

She had almost squirmed from the pain, even with both Baldur and Thermal holding her down. Lancer had activated his power-reserve through one outstretched finger, effectively transforming its tip into a branding-pen. With such a configuration, he was carving-in ember-black phrases onto the girl’s smooth skin, just above the pubic-mound. The agony was far worse than getting a simple tattoo… the words were being burned into her skin in the most agonizing way she could imagine.

“There!” he barked, rising. “That’s our favor to Puppet done!”

Chuckling, all three rose, abandoning her jail-cell. The room turned quiet except for her sobs. Many more of Savra’s creations stood posted along the walls than usual. Frazzled with anguish, the purple-haired adolescent felt trepidation shrivel her belly. These days, she wished that she had just portalled outside of the building when she had had the chance and fallen to her death… but even that escape was denied to her now with the animite around her throat.

The door reopened. Through its square frame, Donna saw Savra standing with a blindfold around her eyes, a trio of Puppet’s dolls flanking her. They gingerly guided her inside and then liberated her vision. That black-clad, svelte-figured woman smiled upon seeing the words written just above Saito’s pussy-mound. “Happy Anniversary” and on the other side, “Rape Me.”

“Lovely,” she cooed, giving one of the inanimate dolls a peck on the cheek. “We’ll have Doc heal the Anniversary-one tomorrow. I think the other one fits her so perfectly that we’ll make it permanent,” she said. A mere glance at the wall was all it took for every single one of the dozen constructs to begin coming to life with a rumble of activity, all of them approaching Donna.


For the couple’s entertainment, Donna was rendered turned into a one-woman gang-bang show. It was almost like custom created porn for the couple, porn that they could participate in. Savra stood amidst the fray, directed the orgy like an orchestral conductor, masterminding how her violation would proceed. Golems and dolls screwed her in tandem, all lifeless constructs who knew no limit to their stamina.

It was a calculated, orderly defilement as opposed to the usual hot-blooded hate-fucks normally inflicted upon her. Of course, that didn’t mitigate her agony at all.

“Iiiiaahh!” the teen wailed as a hump-backed sentinel pressed his blunt dickhead against her cunt, parting the nether-lips and sliding in. The insertion was followed by heavy mechanical pummeling, treating that womanhood like a well to be ruthlessly drilled. Every blow dug against the opening of her womb with savage force. It was like taking a block of wood up her snug snatch, the hardness a torture to absorb. Meanwhile, one of Puppet’s avatars was kneeling by her head, stiffened penis jutting towards her mouth. Grasping her head, he made her swallow it, enforcing a two-fronted attack on her holes.

Ever since Doc had healed her, she had learned the mixed blessing that it was. He hadn’t just restored her… he had made her tighter than she ever had been before. After this, even a normal sized cock would have hurt… and the Dawnbringers really didn’t have any of those to offer her… and some of the dicks that the constructs used to fuck her with would have been downright comical if Savra didn’t coldly intend to make every single one of them fit. She hadn’t thought being raped could get worse… but these so-called-heroes continuously managed to prove her wrong.

“Suck my husband’s dick good, slut!” Savra hissed with a frown. “He feels all of it, you know… just because his dolls can’t bless you with their cum doesn’t mean he isn’t having a great time, so if you don’t give him a top-notch blowjob, I swear I’ll start ripping out teeth to see if that motivates you. I want to see some real technique, slut… I know you’ve learned some by now.”

As the hulking construct reamed her vaginally, Donna got to work with her tongue. She twirled and swirled all along Puppet’s bulbous tip, doing some real dexterous motions with her pink muscle against that cock. Her mind was frantically trying to keep up the pace and creativity even while getting double-teamed. This abnormal desecration was hard and arduous and there was no seeming end-point in place. The golem mounting her was abruptly replaced by another one, at Savra’s command. The sentinels would just keep raping her in an unending rotation until Hellen’s perverse sadism was satisfied.

Amidst the threesome, Donna barely noticed the sudden scampering sound until it was almost upon her. Looking towards the floor, she was aghast to see a legion of upright clothespins shuffling towards her, their notched ends functioning like legs to keep jerking them forward. Savra could animate anything, she reminded herself… and anything with the range of motion to permit independent movement could function autonomously once she had. The heroine must have brought these with her.

Mounting her pinned body like an army of ants, they positioned themselves at various junctures, dotting her entire flesh. Their touch filled her with such great apprehension that it was horribly tangible yet while getting violently pounded from two sides. With a click of Hellen’s fingers, they all unanimously snapped open and bit into Donna’s skin at once, making her squeal with all-enveloping pain radiating from at least thirty spots at the exact same moment. Her entire hue blazed with a myriad of pinched points. She looked like a hedgehog, like someone who had gotten a wooden acupuncture.

Tears ran down Donna’s cheeks as the clothespins remained locked and the golem kept ramming his huge cock into her pussy again, and again, and again. She just wished that this unbearable torment would go away. Without spilling any biological emission, the sentinel pulled back, soon replaced with another one. This creation was in the shape of a canine, one of Savra’s hunter-killers. The dog-thing positioned itself atop her torso, dick and vulva connected. Without hesitation, it started humping her labia, ferociously plunging its clay-stick into her orifice in a way which would be unnatural for its real-life counterparts. The dog truly screwed her at a piston-like pace, battering her womanhood with several jabs a second. Always before, the golems raping her had at least been close to human in shape… this was somehow even more humiliating as she was raped by what might as well be a hound.

The debasement went on and on, Savra and Puppet pulling her through every position the Kama Sutra could have dreamed of and a few of its nightmares. The couple seemed to reach their sexual elation through the abuse of her lissome flesh! She did DPs, spitroasts, reverse cowgirl, sex-while-carried, everything with partners who weren’t human. Occasionally, she caught glimpses of Savra being fucked by one of Puppet’s bodies, but generally she was too covered by a mass of artificial bodies to see much of anything. All the sexual emotions of this imposed intimacy were squeezed out of her person… it wasn’t even about her. They were just using her as a toy to enjoy one another. It was as if they wanted to make her just another construct, draining her of all organic sensations. She felt like an inanimate fleshlight, just an idle plaything for momentary entertainment to the married couple.

After hours of backbreaking sex, she had been left covered in sweat and was so fatigued she could barely breathe. While getting doggy-styled through the ass by Puppet, Savra suddenly stood before her, naked and gorgeous. The raven-haired woman crouched down in front of her face, projecting that lubricated vulva towards her mouth. Watching it, she almost became jealous. Hellen’s quim was neat and tidy, the complete opposite of her thoroughly mistreated cunt.

“Suck,” she ordered, as if Donna was just another one of her automatons.

For the first time in her imprisonment, Donna was faced with a sex act she had actually fantasized about… but raped lesbian drew no pleasure from this humiliating deed. That slit was just one more hostile sexual organ that she was forced to appease, and not doing so would mean mind-shattering reprisals. While the woman’s husband speared her ass, she dined on Savra’s womanhood until it was so hot and juicy that the degenerate orgasmed with pleasure, moaning as she spraying climactic fluids over Donna’s face.

It was the one biological response she received during their entire anniversary.


Laying face-down on cold cement within her jail-cell, Donna wept. Her tortured flesh ached so terribly that she felt unable to move. The daily rapings just kept getting worse and worse. She couldn’t stand it. Now, Echo had even removed her mattress… it was strange how such a tiny thing as removing such a pathetic kindness could make everything seem so much more dismal. But at least this night, Savra’s golems weren’t active… they let her get some sleep for a few hours once or twice a week to keep her alive. After what she’d been through, Donna desperately needed the respite… and yet, fresh trauma kept her mind active and awake, and despite her exhaustion sleep eluded her.

As the weeks had gone on, her abuse had turned more into a casual custom than any kind of special event. The Dawnbringers violated her about as frequently as they went to the toilet. Donna was an item to them, a fun activity just like the pool-table or the TV. She was recreation for their cocks.

Occasionally, they took the collar off her now, always when Echo was nearby so that she didn’t dare use it for anything but exactly what they commanded. Her portals were useful for ease of access to her holes. Earlier today, Donna had been sucking Baldur’s cock in one end of Sunrise Tower while surrendering her lower body to be whipped by Echo om the other. Her head would protrude into his apartments, slovenly lapping and suctioning on his pole while he absentmindedly played with his phone. Meanwhile, her torso would be battered by leashes and floggers, the cruel blonde wanting to work off some steam. To this day, Echo was the only one of the Dawnbringers, save for Oracle whom she never saw, who hadn’t raped her yet.

The abuse left her so thoroughly damaged that many red welts and bruises littered her figure bellow the neckline, those heroines putting power into their blows. Yet any time she whelped or made any cries of agony, Baldur would grow enraged and almost pull one of her piercings out like Oracle had done that first night. Ever since it had first happened, Donna had become terrified of having her piercings ripped open. Luckily, the Dawnbringer leader himself had never bothered her since that one time she met him. Somehow, Oracle frightened her the most.

Echo certainly knew of her blowjob hardship, of course… but the southern beauty yet still treated Donna like a punching bag. In the middle of this session, Marcus had apparently texted Baldur and informed him that he wanted a piece, so the girl had been forced to strain her concentration to open up another portal into the kitchen where the black man was seated to fist his erection for him. She had jerked that lewd pole without even once seeing it. The sexual act was purely one of ejaculation neediness. Lancer felt an itch in his balls and he appropriated a piece of their pet slut to take care of it. Donna was merely a masturbation tool to him, something to use and discard. With her portals, she was essentially a long-range gloryhole for the men.

Saito had tried to keep count of the days, she had lost count at forty four, and it had been at least a week since then, hadn’t it? It felt like a year, and yet the way she spent half her nights ensured that it also felt like it only been a handful of long, long days under their care. How long would this continue? Would anyone rescue her? Would she even make it out of here alive?

Donna did not want to die. Especially not like this… but as her hope faded further, she often found herself thinking of the window and ways that she might be able to force it open… regret that she hadn’t take the desperate and probably suicidal gambit to escape by falling when she had still had her powers and even that unlikely chance. Her spirit felt moribund. When she had dreamed of being a Superhero, she had wondered if she could truly put her body on the line. If she could sacrifice a limb like her high-school counselor Lux had. Or if she would have the courage to die in battle against evil like some of the former Dawnbringers had purportedly done. Like Baldur’s old compatriot, Osiris, a true champion of goodness who had died during the climactic assault against Midnight himself. Now, she realized that all those stories might have have been lies. The Dawnbringers did fight villains… but only to stay in power, to achieve fame and fortune, not to save the innocent. All her beloved hopes and dreams of them had been wretched untruths.

She had known that if she persisted in trying to become the kind of hero she looked up to she might meet a violent ends, but not one of her nightmares had ever involved expiring due to rape. Fucked and abused so badly that her mind becomes unmoored from all will to live. Vladimir’s daily cures might maintain her body in a functional state, but… somehow, she knew that it was not enough. At some point, she would reach a breaking point, a condition in which the anguish became so extreme that her sense of reality would begin to break down. Donna would experience a mental-collapse. Her bloodstream would still pump and her lungs still palpitate, yet her brain and will would have been calcified. She would not longer be Donna Saito, student, daughter, young superheroine. She would be… a husk. A zombie. She would be exactly the sort of brainless sex-toy that the Dawnbringers wanted to make her into. Even if she kept breathing, she equated that with death. The ghastly ruminations chilled her further. She couldn’t stop thinking about her end. She was a teen and she wouldn’t live to see twenty. The coldness of the grave was all about her…

Behind her, the prison-door slowly creaked open, eliciting a barely audible whine. Instantly, Donna played dead like a possum. They had done this before. One of the Dawnbringers having woke up with a hardon and sought to extinguish it on her. Sometimes, when they saw that she was unconscious and it would be more trouble than it was worth, they left. Not often. Almost never. But at least once, and that was enough.

“Donna…” came a whisper. A man’s voice.

Her nerves prickled. Why would they just not go away?

“Donna…” he repeated.

It wasn’t one of their voices. It was a trick of some kind!

Soft footfalls approached her. Having sneaked to her side, Donna sensed him squatting. Her anxious flesh was about ready to explode with trepidation. Who was he?


She turned. The sight of that shadowy visage stupefied and confounded her soul. It was that of her father. Sam Saito. Legion.

His face was hard-set and tense, displaying the countenance of someone within a trance of concentration. His eyes were looking at her, intense. “Can you stand?” he asked.

Stiffly, shock overwhelming her, she bobbed her head up-and-down, mouth gaping. He… he had come for her!

“Get up,” he said, grasping her forearm. They rose. Donna’s legs felt as unsteady as a newly-borns. “We need to get out of here. We’ll head towards the elevator. You need to move silently. Can you do that?” he asked, that voice nothing but a breeze.

There was a second nod. Donna’s thoughts seemed befogged. She couldn’t think this through, couldn’t feel anything. There was an unreality to what was occurring. The same sort of reality-distortion she had experienced upon first discovering the true colors of the Dawnbringers.

“Stalk my steps,” he whispered.

Like an apparition, Legion began to move, the motions of his legs so smooth he seemed to be gliding. His figure exited the door of her room. Donna followed.

They journeyed through the hallway, down the stairway. Only when they had hit the main lobby did Donna dare to think or experience anything. Was this really happening? The sense of unreality had yet to leave her. Everything seemed so ghostly with Sunrise Tower being under complete blackout. It was all so oneiric…

She pinched herself, hard. There was pain and her vision did not dissipate. This was not a dream, even though it felt like one.

They were halfway across the room — drawing ever-nearer the elevator. All she saw was the backside of her father’s figure, eyes focusing in on the nape of his neck while maintaining her pace. A slight glow had alighted inside Donna’s heart. Had he truly come to rescue her? Was her freedom near? Why could she not accept it?

Her father had been a superhero himself. He had spent his youth fighting against crime and tyranny even though he did not wish to share those stories with her. He had the capacity to pull this off! He had truly come for her! It was really happening! Donna had been dreaming about encountering heroes all her life — yet she realized that as much as she loved her parents, she had fallen into the trap of all teenagers in her own way – the real heroes worth idealizing had been standing right in front of her her whole life.

Nascent hope surged within Donna. She was going to be free! The yearning to escape this hellhole made sweat of anxiety break out all across her forehead.

In front of the elevator doors, he paused. She did as well. Nervousness instantly prickled her. From this vantage-point, his figure was half becloaked by shadows.

He turned, slowly, spinning until they faced one another. Almighty darkness clouded his eyesockets, transforming them into impenetrable black holes. He appeared like a phantasm. She kept expecting him to take the sole remaining step into elevator… but he didn’t. Did he suspect a trap? She would follow his lead, no matter what…

“Why were you captured, Donna?” he asked, voice tense.

“What?” she blurted out a whisper, heart clutching.

“I trained you to be a warrior, Donna. Every day, I trained you. With my own two hands, I taught you the crafts of combat. Why did you allow yourself to become captured?”

The adolescent’s mind raced, pulsing through with so many thoughts and emotions that she could not achieve focus. What did he mean? Why did her father speak words like this? The elevator was right there why weren’t they escaping?

“Dad, I—”

“I thought you were a fighter. I trained you to be a hero. You failed me, Donna. “

Like the claws of a bogyman reaching out from the abyss beneath a darkened bed, her father’s fist clasped around her forearm. Donna jolted in familiarity with the touch. It was the same stern handhold that the Dawnbringers always seized when they were going to rape her. Her nerves inundated with panic.

“Father! No!” she wailed. Louder than she should have. And her father fell on her.

They descended into an impromptu wrestling-match in the shadows. Donna’s fatigue and dismay meant that her resistance quickly buckled, body collapsing to the floor. Her father pinned her onto the majestic red carpet, establishing a dominant position on top of her.

“You couldn’t even defend yourself, Donna! Why should I even rescue you!? You are no daughter of mine!” he accused, voice now a voracious yell. His visage dashed all over her figure, inspecting her flesh. “You’ve pierced yourself with slutty jewelry! Both nipples… and even your clit! I always knew that you were going to go down this route after getting your first punctures done! Why didn’t I stop it? And what’s this!? A tattoo above your pussy!? Rape Me!? By God what have you done!? You are despicable to me, Donna!” He spat. “If that’s what you really want, I’ll oblige you.” Her father starting to tear the clothes off her person. “You’re a failure as a child in every way its possible to be one. I’ll start over with the daughter I’m going to put into you…”

“Stop! Daddy! Please!” she shouted aloud, desperately pleading. They soon descended into the all-too-familiar missionary-position. Legion’s cock jutted rigidly in front of her naked pussy-mound. Even her frazzled and haggard systems found newfangled terror in this perverse incestuous situation. She was going to be raped by her own father instead of escaping!

“You bitch! I’ll treat you like you always should have been treated!” he barked, guiding his dickhead against her vulva while affixing her abdomen with one hand. She felt that unyielding flesh-rod poke against her well-used cunt and push apart the folds. The penis slid in, striking acrimoniously into her teenage grotto. Tears streaked liberally down Donna’s cheeks. Her own father’s cock was inside her! Why was he doing this?

“You deserve this!” he growled while lurching his hips, interlocking their sexual organs completely. “Had you only trained harder, then you wouldn’t be in this position to begin with!”

Feeling her furrowed femininity clasp around that ravaging pole felt horrifying in a way that Saito had previously never experienced. The penetration was a primordial betrayal. Their bond as father and child felt like it had just been cut and tossed out like garbage… now she was just another fuck-slut to him, too!

“You’re such a disappointment! Why did you not fight back!? Why did you not defend yourself? No daughter of mine could have ever done this!” he spoke through girthed teeth, pelvis pumping into her nether-regions like she was just some two-dollar whore. She was no longer of his flesh and blood but instead just some slut to be fucked and discarded. Vaginal duress emanated all over her occupied pussy as he fucked her harder, hard cock smacking into her again and again with bruising force. That carnal churning started echoing out across the empty lobby, buzzing like a lithe continuous sound throughout that desolate darkness.

She wasn’t sure how long he had raped her before before her father had started panting. She tried to fight back, but extra, glowing arms shot from his back and pinned down any part of her that tried to move. Donna’s body jerked as he slammed against her, supple breasts bobbing lightly on her frame. Her father was unrelenting. He wouldn’t stop fucking her despite the approach of an orgasm. All the love she had felt for her father was being turned into black hatred and despair.

“Your mother did not even want to hear your name after what you let happen to you,” he cursed, “So I had to come here alone! I can’t blame her! Who would want such a miserable excuse for a daughter? Had you any honor, you would have killed yourself the day you were captured!” he snarled, sounding more bestial and hateful with each word.

“Nooohohoho!!!” she wailed like a child, every cock-blow into her cunt an abject horrorshow. That scalding mockery was making her suffer as much as the physical violation. Wracking agony harried her systems so thoroughly that it made her experience facial-spasms, visage contorting and twisting so to grimace like an imbecile. Within all this dismay, Donna had lost absolute control of her faculties. Her physical postures started mirroring the dreadfulness of her soul.

“I should have raped you like this the moment you started getting foolish ideas of being a hero… that at least would have prepared you for your purpose in life of taking the cock of real heroes. That’s what you’ve always wanted, wasn’t it! No doing heroics! Not saving people! Just being a tawdry cum-slut!” Legion roared.

His pumps grew hectic. The previously virginal teen had now accumulated enough sexual knowhow to realize that her father was about to cum, to cum inside her! The act of taking the very seed that had created her into her womb was the worst thing she could imagine.

Gazing up at that thrusting man, Donna’s bleary eyes bulged almost like she was being suffocated. In truth, she felt like she couldn’t breathe, the horror of the situation robbing her of breathe almost as effectively as a thick cock or a callous hand. Then she caught a glimpse of gold on his face, in the midst of that hateful glare. As the blackness was further dispelled, Donna realized that she was looking upwards at the golden eyes of a reptile… fiendish, serpentine pupils peered back down at her from her father’s face. In this moment of realization, her rapist came. The thing that was not Legion dumped a heavy load of cream in her pussy while hilted balls-deep inside her, accentuating Donna’s weeping by splurging her intimate womanhood point-blank with inhuman seed.

And all around her, people started to laugh.

Someone flipped a lightswitch. The sole lightbulb was not enough to totally illuminate the room yet did cast a cone of floodlight above their rutting bodies. Donna’s senses became a madhouse of rampaging consternation. They had been watching her all along… Baldur, Echo, Lancer and Thermal, Savra and Puppet, Shinra and Vladimir, all closed-in around her, marshaling in a circle. Their faces were twisted like jocular clowns. Everyone was having the laugh of their lives.

“Man, you sure fucked her up good, Proteus!” Baldur exclaimed, almost breathless in his laughter, so taken that he to put his hands on knees to support himself.

“Pleasure to have worked with you, bitch,” Legion contemptuously snarled at her, the voice emerging from her father’s body now coldly feminine.

The being rose, flaccid dick flopping out of her now sperm-cluttered fanny… and its form began to… melt. During the time it took for it to walk over to the other Dawnbringers, the being’s figure had fundamentally transformed. Abandoning the flesh of her father, it took the form of a petite, short-haired woman, a brunette with a bob cut. Utterly naked, she seemed to not even notice her own nudity, placing herself between Shinra and Puppet while looking at Donna with a emotionless sneer.

Echo sighed, and passed a twenty to Savra. “I admit, I thought I’d beaten every emotion out of the girl,” she said, “I’m willing to admit when I was wrong.” She laughed again. “That was fantastic, darling… truly a show. And the idea… You’ve got to join us for fun-time more often, Oracle!”

The Dawnbringer leader stepped out of the shadows, still presidentially dressed. Donna hadn’t seen him since their first encounter. He didn’t laugh. His lips were merely… thinly pursed, victoriously bemused. Like a bird of prey who had just clutched its prey within its talons.

“I got to tell ya, Proteus! I always thought your shape-shifting was kinda lame. But Oracle’s idea really put it to perfect use,” Baldur chortled. The naked superheroine cocking an irksome eyebrow at him in response.

Another man stepped up beside Oracle. He was completely white-haired despite scarcely looking thirty. Pale-skinned and black-clad, he sported large and dark sport-shades over his eyes. The man’s merriment was as restrained as his superior’s.

A small part of her that still cared, the analytic, intelligent woman that was buried deep, deep beneath the cumdump she had become, noted them both. Nox, and Proteus. The last two Dawnbringers… the one who Oracle had said had been away on a longterm mission. They had returned. This was their idea of an introduction.

The two were among the least known of Dawnbringers, rarely appearing on TV or speaking publicly. The official explanation was that their powers and appearances regrettably made them a bit creepy, inhuman, so they were allowed to keep out of the limelight for both themselves and the public’s comfort. Nobody really questioned it. More than one Aberrant had powers that made them look frightening or discomforting. Now that she was in their presence, Donna understood more of the actual reason that she could have before… they weren’t any more monstrous than the other Dawnbringers… they were just far worse at hiding it.

One look at Proteus, and she could tell the shapeshifter seemed to have no soul at all. No wonder no one knew her real name.

“I still think we should have gone with my original idea,” Proteus stated.

“Nah, this one was better. You gotta give the boss that,” Akira replied.

“You’re just saying that because you don’t understand people,” Baldur added. Proteus’s eyes narrowed at him. “What? You don’t disagree with me, do you? Aren’t you the one always saying calling humanity ‘you’ and not ‘us?’ Do you ever consider yourself one of us anymore?” Baldur said.

“None of us are,” she said coldly. “Not the worthy ones.”

“It’s not too late for that idea, you know darling,” Echo injected. “I mean, the whore is lying right there, and it’s not like she’s going anywhere. You can rape her at any time you like! That’s how the rest of us treat her anyways.”

Donna couldn’t help but notice that wasn’t quite true… the blonde seemed the only exception. If she wasn’t at least as cruel to her as any of the others, the teen might have believed that she didn’t want to hurt her.

The shapeshifter’s reptilian gaze shifted in Donna’s direction, thinking. She blinked once, eyelids closing sideward like a snake, and Donna shuddered. The motion was abjectly disconcerting. A tiny smirk at that reaction was the only emotion Donna had seen on the woman.

“Might as well,” Proteus answered, the configuration of her womanly anatomy instantly distorting, blurring, twisting…

Donna jerked like a startled hare. The figure she was assuming was not human. It was a black, leathery mass — skin shining like latex under the floodlight. Eyes, nose and hair completely disappeared and left behind only an ever-extending mouth, teeth growing into razor-sharp fangs. Spikes started jutting out from the disks of her spine. Her limbs were made longer and grew hook-jointed like a cheetah, hands forming into devil-claws. Her tailbone expanded outwards and branched off into various ophidian shapes, creating a half dozen long thick tails.

There was nothing like it on earth. She seemed like some kind of alien monster or eldrich abomination as Proteus grew to match Mammoth’s size.

Jerking towards her, Proteus screeched so intensely that ropes of saliva flew onto Donna’s visage, exposing all of those flesh-rendering teeth in the process. The spit burned where it hit her, acidic and painful on her skin as Echo began to clap at the coming show. And then the creature leapt at her. Donna screamed, all her deeply-dug primal fears of being hunted by an apex-predator activating at high alert. She did not want to be raped by this monster! Colliding together, Proteus sunk her claws into the girl’s shoulders and ribs, grinding her toughened pelvis against the human. The lengthy tails lashed out like tentacles, clasping onto Saito’s extremities. Tiny pincers were attached to their ends, digging into her wrists and ankles so to keep them prone. It was like being attacked by an chitinous octopus!

This time, Proteus dick wasn’t even remotely human, but instead the shape of an absurdly oversized baton, a solid rod of blackness jutting outward with an oval top. Saito knew that she couldn’t escape her fate… her overused hole was about to get horrifically plugged again. After having been fucked by her father she would now be ravaged by a monster. The demonic appearance of this manifestation was an impeccable reflection of the reptilian heroine’s night-black heart.

With an animal-like lurch, the creature didn’t so much thrust into her as it clubbed its dick into her sex. The girthy dimensions made it feel like someone had slammed a closed fist up her womanhood, the onyx-tinted pecker being the biggest pole she had taken since Mammoth’s cock. Instantly, her vulva was perilously extended, smothering the bestial largeness from all sides in a futile effort to decompress. Despite the tightness, Proteus panged into her a few times to establish her dominance, drooling copious amounts of thick mouth-slime onto Donna’s anguish-strained visage while doing so. Even while being paralyzed with elementary terrors, the teenager knew that this mere penetration wasn’t the beast’s main course. She could see it on the faces of the watching Dawnbringers, all sporting wide, face-splitting grins… as if expecting something to happen.

Donna experienced a strange pressure against her cervix. Something protruding from the cock’s odd tip was stroking against that minute opening. Gawking, she craned her neck upwards as if trying to gaze at what was happening inside her cunt, eyes wide at the unworldly sensation. It felt like…

Two worm-sized protrusions instantly sought entry against her womb. Out from the monster’s cockhead had emerged two flange-headed tendrils… that was what she was feeling! They dug and wiggled against her cervix, instantly causing Donna bouts of extreme discomfiture. That unnatural intrusion prompted her to attempt to shake herself out of position, soon going into an frenzied all-out sprawl against the limbs holding her. Having that tiny aperture invaded was so intensely agonizing that she exploded with uncontrollable fits! It was a razor-pointed sensation, as if needles were trying to pierce through. Those clasping tails kept her utterly pinned as more burning slime drooled onto her breast, neck and face.

Then the tentacles inside her changed… narrowing, slimming down… and Donna screamed in agony as they managed to slither through her impossibly tiny birth passage and into her womb before beginning to wide again, forcing her open like two hands inside a closing door. Once inside her womb the tendrils went haywire, flailing around throughout that entire sacred chamber so to whip and stroke against its membrane. For Donna, it was like having her uterus callously whipped from the inside, length upon length of those tubular appendages driving into the sides of her womb. Soon enough, that innermost sanctuary was home to dozens of coiling strands, those minuscule tentacles laying themselves into multiple hoops within her so that their entire appendage could fit. It was a rancorously creative way of inflicting pain. Proteus made sure to keep pummeling Donna’s cunt with her cock even as the invasion was underway.

Those womb-lodged tendrils kept slicing against her insides the whole time. Her precious, sacred cavity, the center of her femininity, was turned into a cruel mockery of its function. The false heroes were inexorable in their capabilities to hurt her. Donna’s eyelids started to uncontrollably flutter, blinking at superhuman speeds she was in such agony.

“Nah, don’t pass out now! The best is yet to come!” Marcus remarked.

Having thoroughly occupied her womb, those tendrils ventured onward. The next passage to be invaded and defiled was her fallopian tubes. The twin-snakes split off and claimed one lane each, ferociously infesting areas never meant to be touch by outside objects, fucking them just like another cunt inside her body. Donna could feel those minute feelers squeezing through her ultra-tight tunnels. It was so excruciating that she could not even find the capacity to scream.

As they ruthlessly wiggled their way towards her egg-sacks, Saito’s head dulled and her vision faltered. She was going to go unconscious out of sheer suffering. Her sense-receptors had been abused past the point of what a normal human could experience. Going comatose was to be the first bout of clemency she had received during this entire hellish month.

“Doc, syringe,” Echo said calmly.

A tiny prick was the only indication of the shot of adrenaline pumped into her traumatized body, jumpstarting her overwhelmed brain back into lucidity. She had been wrenched back into total consciousness and appreciation for what was being done to her. Donna wept. Why? She couldn’t struggle, she couldn’t move… the entire point was watching her endure such a horrific rape, wasn’t it? Why did they need to make sure she could appreciate it so throughly when it didn’t even increase their viewing pleasure? Echo’s act of petty cruelty absolutely blinded her mind with utter dismay. This was simply unbearable. It was as if her brain was starting to atrophy. Her bladder lost control and sullied her nether-regions in a slapdash fashion even as Proteus was screwing her.

“And now she’s pissed herself!” Thermal announced, shaking his gloating face.

“Typical Ants,” Baldur replied.

“Saved the floor,” Echo said with a laugh, and Donna knew that the precog had gotten a bowl in place. “Mostly, anyway.

Meanwhile, those inquisitive tendrils had delved as deep as possible, fully conquering her insides. Now they were even free to assault her ovaries with their strokes and smacks, making it feel like her loins were going to rupture from within. Every part of her femininity was being ransacked and defiled. The blaring ache was perceivable all throughout her pierced cervix and internal passages. There was lots of tearing and stretching as those snake-like things wiggled around, small mounds jutting upwards all across her abdomen. Vladimir would need to do a lot of healing to restore her after this.

The onslaught went on, Echo twice more warning that she was about to pass out in order to get her another dose of drugs. Every bit of her reproductive system continued being desecrated until the black skinned shapeshifter had reached its reproductive apex. A shrill shriek from Proteus that stung the ear announced the coming of an orgasm. As those tendrils pushed her cervix outwards so to widen the passage, climactic jizz floodded straight into Donna’s already overstuffed womb. She became sordidly spermed right into the uterus, its natural protection removed so that Proteus could defile her femininity straight on. The alien-creature continued screeching in pleasure as it ejaculated its pollinating seed.

Then, without warning, the shapeshifter started retracting those tendrils at full throttle. The speed of this sudden reversal caused those ophidian protrusions to chafe against Donna’s sensitive, raw skin, a horrible, abrasive sensation. It was as if her womanhood had been set aflame, blazing asunder, the extreme pain ongoing for several seconds. This agony-spike all but knocked her out, and Donna collapsed flat against the ground, weeping pathetically as she wallowed in sanity-frying agony even as the shapeshift’s horrible dick finally yanked free of her raped twat.

The onlookers kept laughing as she slipped towards the abyss. Until Echo gave her another shot, that was.

“No! Please no, No more. Nwoo,” she whimpered, her voice overruled by the Dawnbringers boisterous jabbering and snarling.

Proteus returned to her original form, looking at the faces of her peers’ to see if they were impressed with her performance.

“I still prefer the daddy-idea,” Baldur insisted.

That impelled a scowl out of Proteus. Arguments emerged between those who preferred Oracle’s plans and those who liked Proteus’s battle form. While the teammates sparred verbally, Akira walked up to their leader’s side.

“Boss, by the way,” he began. “People have been starting to ask questions about our little Ant. Security has them placated them for now, but I think they’re growing suspicious. Might do something drastic.”

“Her parents?” Oracle questioned.

“Right,” he answered.

Michael took a few seconds to think. His countenance moved not a muscle. “I’ll deal with it,” he replied.

As their leader appeared ready to leave, Nox shifted his head in Oracle’s direction. Gazing at him through those darkened-out shades, unspoken word was exchanged. Michael peered back silently for a few seconds, considering.

“Alright,” he said, nodding his head at the white-haired man before leaving the lobby behind.

Nox was one of the strangest Dawnbringers. He had the power to negate other Aberrant energies, as well as absorb and redirect them. He was the only member seen less often in public that Proteus, and Donna felt sure that the number of sentences he had spoken in public could be counted on one hand. His birth name was listed as Adam, but little else was known about the man.

Unhurried, Nox stripped off his night-black clothing before he knelt down before her out-splayed thighs. She had no energy left to use to resist him, just sluggishly acknowledging the fact that she was going to be raped again. Everyone grew quiet as if brimming with suspense. Their tone had definitively altered. That uproarious delighted was gone and replaced by tense excitement.

With cock pointing stolidly upwards and ready to fuck, The last item that Adam removed was his shades. Donna was stunned to realize that the eyes underneath were jet-black, appearing like flawless orbs of pure ebony sunken into those egg-shaped sockets. No pupils, no corona, no sclera. Just pits of inky darkness. The vision of such an inhuman gaze almost made Donna’s heart stop. This man was a monster.

Unceremoniously, Nox shoved his dick in… and with it came a psychic shockwave that rippled through Donna’s flesh. She felt… paralyzed, sundered, like being transported into a nightmare at its most horrifying stage. It was as if spider venom was swiftly shooting through her bloodstream, infecting everything and leaving behind an immobilized victim frozen in her death-spasm.

Nox started thrusting, each plunge of his prong inserting more and more of that inhuman sensation. Helpless, Saito was left peering straight up into those black-within-black globes as he fucked her. That thickened pillar of flesh oscillating into her was a bane, an killing force made physical. She became zapped of life-necessary energies. It was as if he was slowly crushing her soul. More so than when she was being fucked by anyone else, Donna felt abruptly sure that she was going to die.

“Man… watching Nox fucking always gives me the creeps,” Echo admitted, no real cheer in her voice for once. Most of her peers seemingly sharing the sentiment judged by their off-put expression. All except Proteus, anyway, who seemed strangely disconnected from it all.

With Nox’s toxin growing stronger, it felt like a boot had been placed upon Donna’s ribcage, preventing her from drawing breath. The horrid asphyxiation was ghastly drawn out, extended for much longer than what should be humanly possible. It was strangulation in slow motion. The purple-haired teen was forced to live through every little minute stage of the execution. The harder Nox pumped, the closer her soul would become to being fully submerged within the eldrich blackness of his featureless orbs.

Some tiny part of her not swimming in the horror understood. Adam’s ability to steal and reverse the energy-flow of others wasn’t just some skill he brought forth in battle. It was an internal part of his being, active at all times. It was present when he fucked, working in tandem with his abnormal libido. The black-eyed man wasn’t just raping her; he was sucking away at her very existence. He was effectively a vampire, real monstrous mythology brought to horrible life.

“Hey, don’t kill her, Adam!” Baldur injected. “Otherwise I’ll have to go through the trouble of finding another one!”

He kept thrusting, embedding her entire body with the feeling of venom until it seemed to outnumber her blood-cells. Donna felt her body move without her command, extremities contorting into jerky position, crinkling up like the limbs of a dying insect. The blackness of that man had completely enveloped her. She could not even scream. Her very person was turning into an effigy, a petrified representation of funeral-ready remains. Her face was frozen into the emotions of her horror.

Then, the man orgasmed. The transmission of seed placed Donna within a soundless void. She had reached a pinnacle where horror stopped being horror and receded into nothingness. Echo didn’t bring her back this time, and Donna’s mind sank deep, deep into unconscious, drifting through oblivion. His jettisoned cream remained within her womanhood as regalement of her defilement. There she was left to wallow within his poison.

Unconsciousness brought nothing but endless nightmares. It proved not to be the clemency she had been searching for after all.


“That’s right,” Echo said with a laugh. “Dance for me, darling.”

The blonde was halfway dressed, and idly fucking herself with one of Savra’s vibrators while she whipped Donna. The super heroine wasn’t bound by anything but her collar and the cord holding hands behind her back, and she was free to run wherever she pleased within the gym… not that she could get far enough away. Every few seconds, the southern belle lashed out at her again. This time, the whip caught her right on the left nipple, and she shrieked in agony.

The woman’s accuracy was unreal. Donna’s instructions were to run around the room, seeking refuge from the whip, to dodge the woman lashing at her from the swivel chair she had put in the center of it. Quickly, however, Donna realized the real question wasn’t if she could prevent the whip from hitting her… in nearly a half an hour of plaything this game, Echo had never missed. Instead, the question was if she could prevent her from hitting a breast or her cunt.

And the answer was usually no.

Donna had no idea how she was so skilled, but it was incredible… she lashed out like clockwork at a regular interval, and every single stroke landed some place sensitive. Usually it seemed like if there was any possible way that the lash could find its way between her legs, it managed… and Donna was convinced that more than half the time she “missed” a nipple or her pussy was so that she could paint another part of her body with red welts. She didn’t even understand how. The woman’s technique was incredibly sloppy… but it worked.

“Darling, can’t you do better than that?” Echo mocked. “You’re not even making this hard.”

The whip crashed into her clit as she changed direction in what she had hoped would be an unpredictable pattern… she should have known better, and the effort lashed her across her most sensitive button for the fifty-second time since this hellish game has begun.

Donna couldn’t take it any more. She collapsed, screaming in agony and writhing. A few seconds later, Echo knelt over her, pristine pussy in Donna’s face. The well trained fleshlight that Donna had become reached for it with her tongue, but Echo slapped her viciously across the face. “None of that, slut,” she spat as she lowered herself almost onto the Ant’s face… and pissed right on it.

Donna tried to raise her head up to catch the stream better, but each time Echo pushed her back down more viciously than the last, and eventually Donna just settled for catching most of it, knowing already it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the woman… she tried anyway. By now, swallowing their piss was normal. It didn’t mean she didn’t hate it. Just that it was too common to cause any particular spike of self-hatred anymore.

She looked up at Echo’s beautiful body, idly wondering why the woman’s was so vicious, why she worked so hard to keep Donna from touching her, why she had been the only one not to fuck her. Echo looked down at the piss-soaked face of her torture-slut and smiled warmly. “It’s because I have too much self respect to fuck Ants,” she said, as if Donna had actually asked. The display of her power made Donna feel cold. “If the others want to stick their dicks in a sewer, thats their business. You… you’re too far beneath me.” She chuckled. “You want my cunt so bad, dyke? Here you go.” She lifted the vibrator that she had been cumming on since she had started whipping Donna and crammed it into her mouth. “Clean that up,” she ordered. “I want to see it perfectly clean… and then you are going to get off your lazy ass, and if you don’t make me work to hit you this time, I’m going to see if Doc can heal back an eye.”


A few weeks later, Donna Saito marched with face submissively downcast through the palatial hallways of Sunrise Tower, leash-led by Echo. The muted padding of her bare soles contrasted starkly against the clicking of the blonde’s high-heels. Seeing the Ant walking now, there could be no ambiguity about the fact that she had been utterly degraded to the abject condition of thralldom. Excluding her subservient cadence, she was also collared, sexually pierced, and humiliatingly naked. She had been so cowed that she did nothing to shelter her disparagement and always held a fearful gaze.

This was how Donna had come to think of herself – a simple fuck-toy. The mindset was a prerequisite for staying among the living. Just do whatever they requested, minimize her suffering at any cost. The need to avoid pain consumed her every thought and action.

They reached an internal elevator and Echo summoned its lift. Saito knew that this passage led directly to the topmost skybox, where Oracle’s personal office lay, although she’d never been there… she’d seen the man come and go from it a few times during her captivity.

With a loud bing, the doors parted. Donna’s stomach tightened with apprehension. A tug from Echo compelled her to enter that chamber.

“There,” the ravishing blonde said, unclasping her collar-fastened leash. “Now you’re perfect for him, Darling. Have fun with the old man,” she said, beaming a wicked smile and waving her hand as the doors closed bwtween.

With the ascent commencing, the youth felt her blood chill. Sarah’s sadistic mirth about whatever she was about to undergo had profoundly spooked her. In the distance, through glass windows, she could look down at the New York skyline. The memories of freedom stung her like a freshly opened wound. She yearned to be outside, down there. Then she realized something else that was peculiar. During the time-span of about a minute, she was truly alone, with not even Savra’s sentinels present to overlook her. It was the first time she had experienced these sensations in… she didn’t even know how long. Certainly since the night that Proteus had arrived, but her freedom from observation during that time had been a ploy, a falsehood. Possibly, this was the most privacy she had had since leaving her family home. It was immensely disconcerting, and the sudden freedom felt somehow like a threat… And it also made her ache for the safety of her home, her mother and father. Worst of all, however, was being reminded that she was heading towards the Dawnbringers’ leader… the man who terrified her most of them all.

As the lift slowed and the twin-doors reopened, Donna moved into the penthouse with leaden-weighted legs. It was grand and stately like that of a top government official. Oracle’s freshly shed superhero costume lay draped across his mahogany desktop. The man himself was adjusting the cuffs of his presidential suit, apparently having just switched into it.

Turning, he gazed at her from across the office. Merely becoming the center of his attention was like falling under the shadow of a rising cobra, its fearsome hood slowly unfurling in readiness to strike. Donna felt it unbearable just to have to look at him.

He… didn’t say anything.

“Yes? Is there anything you want?” he asked, flashing the faintest of smirks.

Saito’s heart nearly stopped. The man was feigning ignorance. He was playing with her.

Oracle took a few steps forwards, stalking like a panther. He had such an unsettling way of beholding her, an alien intensity that one could not place among others. The effect was even stronger now that they were lonesome, as if he had reigned it in while the other Dawnbringers were around. It… it… seemed almost transcendental. Like he wasn’t just looking at her body but also her thoughts, her emotions, and her fears. The sex-slave’s very essence was an unguarded vault for him to freely spy into. He could behold vividly the exact state of misery she was in, inspect its very nature… and he savored it fully.

“How are my subordinates threating you? I assume that everything is fine? Do tell if there is anything about your stay with us that you find uncomfortable,” he said, devilish with surface-level politeness.

Donna almost hyperventilated, chest bobbing in barely-restrained breaths. Never since her first day had her nudity made her feel this imperiled. She remembered how callously he has ripped the piercing off her brow. There hadn’t even been consideration behind it, just an impulse to hurt and then a quick implementation.

He could kill her at any second. All he needed was an impulse.

Donna dropped to the floor as if in the presence of a God, splaying her nude body prostrate at his feet across the sumptuous carpet. Her face was instantly at his shoes, planting worshiping kisses and laps upon their smooth texture. She venerated that footwear as if it was an icon. It was a groveling, pitiful, utterly degrading display — Donna undulating like a worm at his feet while orally glorifying his foot.

The man said nothing, merely raising his knee slightly so that she could get access to that grimy underside. Donna licked that sole as if trying to get to the core of a lollypop in record time, dragging her pink muscle against its minutely studded surface until her tongue stung and was dotted with dirt. Every lap was a painful rasp, the youth’s frantically pumping pulse making her ignore the unpleasant sensation. Doing this of her own impetuous made it feel extra demeaning. Despite fondling that dirty bottom like a dog, the teenager still felt his eyes bearing into her from above. It seemed like he was wavering between killing her or not… or at least that was what Donna panic-stricken mind imagined.

“You Ants are all the same… aren’t you? Just existing to be raped, ravaged and consumed,” he softly mused,

“Yes!” Donna agreed, pulling her face away from the shoe for a single, desperate moment to speak. “We are, Master! I deserved everything that has happened to me. Just for being so… weak and worthless! Who was I to even think I could measure up to the mighty Dawnbringers! I was stupid, stupid, stupid for ever coming here!” she exclaimed, suddenly slapping herself harshly across the cheeks several times.

There was something strangely cathartic about the self-inflicted pain. As if she deserved it. Kowtowed at his feet, she really did feel like a bug. There was a mortifying change within her, shifting from suffering due to what was being inflicted on her vs suffering because of being so helpless and useless. It was horrible. The mindset deflated her spirit. She felt less-than-human.

Somehow… he made her feel that way. Just being in his presence was enough to make her feel lesser.

“Back off,” he said, gently.

Donna sat back on her heels. They made quite a contrast. Her kneebound, naked and cowed — him upright, finely-clad, and casually vacillating over wherever to have her murdered.

“Tell me… Have you never orgasmed during your entire stay here? Or even experienced pleasure?”

The words were formed like a question yet it was so transparently clear that he already knew the answer. Of course not. Never once had she received anything that could be classified as carnal sensations. It was the lot of being a rape-victim. “No… Master,” she whimpered.

He unbuckled his pants. The girl needed no prompting to know what to do, even if he was the only one in the tower who hadn’t taken sexual use of her yet, if you included Echo’s frequent enjoyment of torturing her. She swallowed his emerging cock, enclosing soft lips around that rapidly stiffening bayonet and dragging her tongue across its bulbous tip. Instantly, she made it into as degrading of an affair as possible, choking herself on the man’s thick dick, making her blowjob as sloppy as her captors enjoyed. Spit leaked out around her lips and she started making nasty strangling sounds in the hope that her degradation would prevent the need for him to hurt and abuse her further. It was very debasing, yet Saito channeled everything she had learned about fellatio and belittling herself into that blowjob, allowing tears to fall freely as she did so. With Oracle’s flesh-stick plowing through her throat, there was no doubt that the youthful and once so innocent girl now considered herself a filthy sextoy for her former idols… She was too disgraceful to be anything else.

As she working slovenly on his stiffening yard, Oracle himself showed little animation. This was merely foreplay for him, a need to get his dick rigid before moving on to what he really wanted. Eventually, the elder superhero was satisfied and raised his hand. Telekinetic energy instantly permeated the air and within a moment Donna felt herself psychically grabbed and yanked upward, gravity having abruptly been robbed of its influence on her. This was Oracle’s terrifying power… the world’s most powerful telekinetic. To him, Donna might as well weigh nothing at all.

There was a bit of aerial maneuvering as Oracle manipulated her body, Donna spinning and flipping around for several rotations. Testing the flexibility of her limbs, Oracle made her legs go spread-eagle, prying those extremities apart so widely that Donna grimaced at the throbbing strain. He made her go upside-down as the aerobics continued, blood rushing to the youth’s skull. Apparently liking this look, he held her there, the legs flexing so greatly that they almost curved around to meet at her torso. It was excruciating and Donna started to go lightheaded to boot. She thought her legs were going to be gruesomely snapped off at the hips.

“I’ve always found that this was a fun position to kill people in. Ripping them apart in two. A woman’s pussy sunders like perforated paper, then the rip would grow more jagged and random the further down her body it went, journeying across the torso. It’s really quite artful,” he commented idly, casually describing bloody mutilation. He pressed harder on her legs with his telekinesis, and Donna wailed, feeling tendons and ligament creaking inside her underneath the pressure. “You’ve already stretched farther than most people can go,” he added. “Not bad. Now let’s see if you can be a good little Ant slut in this position as well.”

There was some pulse through the air. Donna craned her neck to gaze upward, and found a sight that didn’t surprise her half as much as it would have a few months ago… summoned right before her pussy and asshole were two psychic phalluses someone crafted of telekinetic force, their contours enormous and ribbed. Both were primed and ready to savagely slam into her holes. In this tensed condition, they right rip her right open!

“Four months a slave,” Oracle commented idly, “and not a moment of pleasure? Silly of them not to let you have one… just one… to let you know what you’re missing. But don’t worry, Ant… I’ll help you experience a woman’s pleasure.” And his eyes glittered as he commanded both of his summoned cocks to spear her at once.

The penetration cleaved open her tender cunt-lips and anus, both those pliable orifices unfolding wide. Amazingly, she was not dismembered, yet the burning pain consuming her nether-regions almost convinced her otherwise. Maybe Donna had become so well-fucked that her slut-holes parted like nothing… her body trained to be a whore for the Dawnbringers just as thoroughly as her mind had been. Those two cocks started pummeling into her, moving up and down out-of-sync. Saito had flashbacks of getting double-teamed by the twins… not her only double penetration she had suffered here, but still the most memorable… as her cavities were used for new purposes, getting hammered.

“Hmm. You take well to getting fucked. I might even think that you like it,” Oracle said.

A strange pressure mounted on her clit. The force was so direct and focused that it was like a palm rubbing against its nub. Suspended in midair and spread perfectly immobile, the sex-slave was forced into a few fitful spurts. A hot-zone emerged at that assaulted area. She had had sex without pleasure for so long now that its presence jolted her systems… and yet the bliss mixed incongruously with her jagged anguish, both blazing downward from those upheld loins in competitive streams. It was such a foreign sensation, making fresh humiliation creep all over her. Had she really fallen this far? Getting horny in a situation like this?

Oracle jerked at her legs, making Donna bellow with excruciating pain. It was a reminder that he was still on the cusp of rendering her a mutilated corpse. Agony or pleasure, life of death… either way, he was in control. All meanwhile, those telekinetic pricks still bludgeoned into her occupied rectum and twat.

She didn’t understand why that reproductive burn in her clit was coming to life in the first place. It never had done before when she was getting raped and tortured. It had something to do with the way he was looking straight through her, baring her innermost emotions and manipulating them to his liking. He nudged her particularities in this way and that, re-engineering her to be a whore. Now Donna would not just be a living sex-doll, but truly a cum-slut too.

“Surrender. Let it happen,” he whispered like a ghost. She didn’t know if he meant orgasming or dying.

The young Ant was flipped horizontal, her out-splayed legs facing headlong towards his crotch. Floating through the air, she arrived close enough for him to grasp her hips. His dick jutted against her psychically pounded pussy, ready to violate her. That psychic prick vanished, leaving only her ass to still be supernaturally ravaged as Oracle grapped a fistful of her cheeks in each hand and plunged into her cunt. The all too well-known sensation of having a hot cock buried in her filled her mind… but this time, she was responding to the invasion, getting aroused alongside him. It felt unbelievably forced, in completely opposition to her sexuality, morals and wants all. It was a treachery of the senses. Michael had managed to turn her very own body against her.

“This is what you are, isn’t it?” he snarled whilst lurching his hips into her. “Just a fuckdoll. An ant cum-dump. Something for my subordinates to rape and throw away? Yes. That is the purpose of your life. Embrace it.” Slamming into her, the thrusts growing more powerful as he spoke the words, as did the telekinetic protrusion which kept skewering her ass. He was sadistically feeding off her misery like a colossal man-shaped leech. Donna was in deep existential dismay at the culmination of her torments, her soul catching fire and burning into blackened embers. This is was what Oracle did, crushing people. He had them pulverized and devoured. Who was Donna to ever think she could survive him? Tears flooded down her cheeks like the streams of mighty rivers. All while he kept hammering in his dick and bringing her precariously close to an undignified apex.

They had passed a point of no return. Donna knew that from now on she was going to orgasm no matter what happened. She was cresting her peak, trying to resist what she already knew was futile. Oracle grinned like a ravenous predator, face coming alight like some monstrous nosferatu who was about to feast on her very soul.

“Do you remember when I said I was going to take care of your parents, girl?” he hissed.

Donna’s figure stiffened with coldness, heart and mind ceasing to operate in mid-fuck.

“I did. They are dead.”

Horror distorted Saito’s countenance like melted wax. Her blood froze inside her veins. Her spirit seemed to abandon her completely… Nothing inside her wanted to believe it, yet… she could sense the horrible truth in his eyes.

“I killed them. Both of them. I broke into their home at midnight. They were sleeping when I arrived. I managed to sneak all the way up to the bedside before your father awoke—” he narrated.

Her parents? Dead?

“Your father died first. When I told him who I was, the weakling begged me to spare your life. I lied and said that you were already dead. He screamed and then I split him apart… exactly like this,” he continued, her outstretched legs jerking outward so that blinding agony engulfed her grief-stricken mind.

“Then I raped and killed your mother in their marital bed. She wept even more pathetically than you are doing now. Several times she cried your name. Though… at least she didn’t not orgasm when I came inside her!” he uttered, striking his dickhead against the entrance of Donna’s womb.

And, her mind overwhelmed completely with horror, whatever mental lock had kept her orgasm at bay was ripped asunder. The youth’s climax came detonating through her body like an opened floodgate. It instantaneously swarmed over her very being, tinting the sanity-destroying heartache she felt over the death of her parents with thought-blotting bliss. Her horrible, hollow moment of purest grief was ruined, polluted forever, by Oracle forcing her to cum for him, her spasming cunt even clamping down around his rod as if thanking him her his murder of the people who had loved her most. During that squeeze, Oracle ejaculated as well, staining the insides of her pussy with hot and virile seed.

Through the climax she shook like a fish skewered on a harpoon and brought to surface. Being made to cum by Oracle was all-enveloping, all-consuming. She wasn’t even allowed time to linger on the sorrow of her parents passing. Those experienced were subsumed and robbed from her by the pulse of unwanted pleasure. That was the extent of this man’s evil. He was going to make her know that when it came to mourning her parents murder or climaxing like a slut on their killer’s cock, she had done the latter. It was a special sort of defilement that would stay with her for life, no matter how long or short it might last from here.

The orgasm lasted for a multitude of seconds, psychically prolonged. Donna trembled and writhed through the entire explosive fit. When it at last subsided, the realization came screeching at her like ten-thousand nightmares. They were dead. Legion and Rescue, Sam and Akiko, Mom and Dad… they were dead, massacred by the very man she had once thought a hero. Worse yet, the news of their demise that been met with the only orgasm sex had ever given her.

The had been killed… all because she had sought to become a hero.

Oracle ceased all of his extrasensory activities and Donna plummeted onto the ground with a solid thud. She lay splayed-out on that sumptuous carpet like a corpse, matted in sweat and cum both female and male in origin. Trauma had frozen up her entire body. She wallowed in so much anguish that she could sense nothing outside her own head.

Calmly, Oracle tidied up his costume. He went over to his desk and sat down, pushing one button. A few minutes later, during which neither of them said a word, Baldur and a few of the other Dawnbringers arrived through the elevator. Cackling brashly as they entered, they were apparently overjoyed at seeing what their normally so aloof leader had done to their insipid Ant. No one moved to lift or carry Donna away. Instead, everyone marshaled around his desk, wanting to hear the old man give his report.

With Donna listening from where she lay, Oracle serenely went through his encounter with Legion and Rescue. The grisly deed was described in great detail, like a coach who entertained his pupils with stories of former glory days. The humanity of his victims was utterly ignored in the superheroes’ conversation, both reduced to merely a laughing matter. The leader spoke as if the two ex-crime fighters were just another pair of villains that needed to be slaughtered.

“Did you consider taking the mother alive?” Baldur asked. “You know. So we could have another sex-slave? I’m sure her and the Ant over there would make for a very entertaining team.”

“Yes,” Oracle replied, snickering lightly. “But she resisted fiercely enough I had to kill her. Or maybe I just get overexcited in my later years. Who knows? Either way, the bitch had to be euthanized.”

They kept exchanging banter, drifting off into other subjects that related to their operations. Hearing them talk about their murder had been bad, but to have them so casually move on to other topics was even worse. To the Dawnbringers, her being orphaned was merely a five minute curiosity, not even something to bother remembering or thinking about by the time dinner rolled around. Through their entire informal talk, she remained lying there, unmoving. The youth finally felt dead inside.

“Hey Boss,” Baldur injected as the group was getting ready to leave. “Do you want me to throw this Ant down the trash chute? After all, that’s where she belongs.”

“I think that is a very fitting idea,” Michael replied, interlacing fingers with a smile.

Donna was grasped by the ankle and lifted upwards, head dragging across the ground as the man who she had once considered the epitome of virtue brought her over to that sewage-deposit. Opening its hatch, he hauled her figure into its hole, pushing and shoving so to get every limb in there. Saito did nothing to protest the disposal. She could find no reason to.

He dropped her without a word. Donna fell, crashing and bumping against the side of the tunnel, her plummet tumultuous and hurtful. Eventually, she crashed flat against a semi-filled garbage-container, landfall being mitigated by the junk-bags from Oracle’s office which resided there. Bruised and battered, she remained immobile like a carcass, the different colored-pupils barely moving as she stared at the side of the dumpster without truly seeing it.

They had buried her where she belonged.


Hours drifted by, yet Donna did nothing to readjust her posture, haphazardly scattered limbs growing numb. Donna had no idea how long she lay there. It could have been an hour. Or a day. Or even two. The length was not something that was perceptible to her mind. Time no longer mattered.

Her parents had died… because of her. They had been casualties of her foolishness. Her father had warned her about villains, yet she had been too blind to realize who the real villains were. There was a tiny part of her that was at least relieved that her mother didn’t share in her enslavement. It felt horrible to be alleviated by such an outcome. Yet at least it meant that Rescue didn’t have to suffer the ignominy of what she was undergoing. Her own suffering was over… unlike Donna’s. Her misery would just be going on without an end.

For some reason, she felt sure that Oracle would show no more interest in her. She had been expended. Burned out. He considered her used and discarded like any piece of trash in his penthouse. Hence her current positioning.

She remained immobile.

A far door opened. Two pair of feet entered and started tramping all over the room. They were lifting boxes and searching containers. After a while, one of them happened upon her.

“Ah shit, here she is!” Lancer exclaimed, hauling himself up over the container’s edge. “Man I never knew this place connected to Oracle’s skybox.”

Thermal hauled himself up beside him, peering down at her with narrowed eyes. “She dead?” he asked.

“Nah, still breathing. Filthy as shit though. Smells,” Marcus responded.

There was a moment of silence between them.

“Fuck fishing her out from there. So much garbage. Hey, Puppet owns us a favor for the tattoo. Let’s have him do it!” Trevor stated.

“Yeah!” Lancer replied.

“You blockheads!” Baldur’s voice rang out, coming from the entrance. “That’s not how you do it. Here, let me show you.”

The blonde man marched up to the container, hauling himself up over its rim.

“Hey dyke!” he barked. “Crawl out of there!”

Her inanimation ended. Her master had given her an order. Moving on all fours, Donna crawled across the stacked pieces of garbage. Arriving at the trash-containers edge, she lifted herself over it and landed onto the floor below.

“And here’s how you wash her clean,” Baldur instructed, zipping down his fly.

The twins instantly got the idea, unsheathing their peckers as well. Dutifully, Donna rose to her knees, presenting herself as their dedicated pissing-post. The three cocks pointed at her began to urinate, showering her in their golden streams. Her submissive figure became coated in layers upon layer of pee, the liquids torrenting over her skin.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Baldur sneered.

“No Master Baldur!” she spat, voice filled with self-hatred. “Thank you for pissing on me… Thank you for converting me from being a bad, dirty lesbian…”

The emotion in her voice made the trio laugh. “I think the girl has snapped!” Lancer hollered.

“Yes, Master Lancer! I am a fucktoy… Please piss on me… I am stupid and worthless like all Ants…” she promptly replied.

Her foul outburst gave the men a lot of amusement. Donna didn’t even think about it anymore. Everything was instinctual. Obey. Degrade herself. Do anything to avoid pain or death. It was her life. It was what she had to do. She was an Ant.

“You wanna fuck her?” Thermal asked his brother after they finished pissing on her.

“Nah,” he replied. “She’s used pussy. Hey bitch, why don’t you fuck that instead!” the brother replied, tossing his head in the general direction of one of Savra’s automatons while he finished up his whizz.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“You’re gonna keep fucking that golem until we think of something else to do with you,” Baldur added.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered.

“Hehe. Who knows when that’ll be?” Thermal grinned.

Having watered her with the entire contents of their bladders, the three men stalked off. Ashamed, Donna started crawling towards the sentinel. They weren’t even going to watch her and the golem fuck. They weren’t doing it for their entertainment, or because it would please or arouse them. They were doing it because she was there. Donna was just something they stored away when they didn’t want to play with her anymore. The trio even closed the door behind them with a loud bang.

Her soul wanted to collapse. The death of her parents felt like it should be the end, but it wasn’t. She was still getting pissed on and sordidly fucked. Her woeful existence as a sex-slave for the Dawnbringers just kept on going. There was nothing she could do to commemorate their demise. She was a body of pain. She wished she were brave enough to kill herself.

Presenting herself like a bitch in heat before the automaton, its slitted eyes came alive and started moving towards her.

Donna fought entropy within her. She couldn’t end like this. She had to continue being a deplorable fuck-toy. She had already given up everything that it meant to be human.

Onward survival was all that occupied her mind.


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