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Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don't own any of DC Comic's characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.
The Gotham City prostitute, Holly, was tied tightly over Lex Luthor's desk. As far as any witnesses would say, she'd been picked up by a group of black men. The bald businessman had found his own desires enhanced when he experienced the rape and murder of Zatanna by his clone of the Kryptonian, Superman. Code name Kent State had a tumor in his brain that served to transmit the experience to Luthor via a bodysuit.
Afterwards he had spent a restless night masturbating to fantasies of the women he'd had killed – like the superheroine Black Orchid – and personally killed, like Sasha Green. The next day Luthor had organized the acquisition of the meaningless street filth. Her cunt gripped his cock tightly as he pounded her, squeezing her throat with both hands. Blood trickled from a dozen shallow slashes across her body and from where he'd removed her clitoris and nipples. The knife was solidly pressed through the whore's shoulder, over a pool of blood -
He stared lustfully down into her dark purple-blue face as piss splashed across his stomach. He sped up, pounding hard, and was deliciously happy to reach his climax before the last spark of light left Holly's eyes. As he pulled out, spunk and blood washed from the dead girl's hole. Luthor was panting lightly when he released his grip on Holly's discolored throat. As soon as he had recovered, he pushed into her cooling ass.
A while later, with Holly's body disposed of by loyal lackeys, Luthor showered in preparation for the day's work. Choices, Choices... so many costumed heroines to target, so little time before his clone would undoubtedly be uncovered and destroyed. Still, he could always make another one – he wouldn't need the late and unlamented Dr Zuel. He wanted to set his clone in a straight fight with Captain Marvel, but he did not have enough data on the big red cheese's strengths to guarantee a victory.
Luthor considered that the best way to accurately gauge the strengths of Captain Marvel, in comparison to his evil clone of Superman, was to send the assassin against Mary Marvel. If he was honest, it was also the most fun way. Mary's previous involvement with the JLA meant she could be called upon in an emergency. He considered the best strategy, and then climbed into the clone bodysuit. The superman clone, Kent State, had a new target...
The brown haired heroine was in mid flight when she received an urgent call from 'Superman' to come to his location. A young heroine was in grave danger of being fucked and butchered, and the message said she had to come! Mary Marvel was amongst the bravest of the world's heroines and turned in the air without question. Bare forearms out in front, with white and gold cape flapping out behind, she sped over forest wilderness until she saw 'Superman'.
A broad smile split the heroine's face, and she waved at the man of steel, before realizing that the situation called for seriousness. If the message was correct, a superheroine was in grave danger. Mary was arrogantly happy that superman would call upon her for help. He moved across the sky, and she followed his passage until the fierce mid-afternoon sun was at his back. Mary shielded her eyes with her hand, and looked away. There was a sudden rushing of wind, and in the time it took her to realize the noise was Superman flying at her, his mighty fist connected with her small jaw.
Mary Marvel's face crumpled under the inhuman blow, with her limited magic invulnerability no match for Kryptonian might. Teeth, blood and drool all splashed out of her flopping mouth as Mary tumbled crazily through the bright blue sky. The agony made her eyes cross. She realized with mounting horror that, unable to form words with a shattered jaw, she wouldn't be able to call upon the power of Shazam to heal her excruciating injury.
The assassin licked blood from his fist as he watched her fall. His super vision allowed him to catch arousing glimpses of the innocent girl's white panties, the blood on her costume, the pain in her eyes. His huge cock throbbed inside the tight costume favored by his clone twin, the Man of Steel. He smiled, and followed her down towards the forest.
Mary's lack of fear allowed her to fight through the pain of her shattered jaw and think clearly. She tried her emergency signal to no effect. The heroine had no way to know that the assassin blocked it. Since her attacker looked exactly like Superman, and had contacted her with the reservist JLA equipment, it probably was the man of steel – he had been mind-controlled before, after all. It could also be something or someone made to look like him. So she had to...
He caught her just above the treetops, as she deftly stopped her tumble and began to fly properly again. Mary grunted as he forced two fingers under her skirt and through the crotch of her panties. His hand was so fast that her panties didn't have time to stretch. Her hymen split like tissue a nanosecond later. He gripped her crotch painfully tight, and simultaneously secured his grip on her neck and shoulder with his other hand.
Mary's legs kicked strongly but uselessly as she blushed at the intimate touch. Nobody had ever intimately stroked where the assassin's fingers now bruised. She turned her head painfully in his grip, while the wind blew her hair around her face. Her jaw ground together when she tried to speak, and the pain sent stars before her eyes. Nobody had ever hurt Mary like that before, but her magical invulnerability appeared worthless now.
The girl's broken jawed incoherence was pleasing to him. He admired the way her costume moved against her body as she struggled, and the tight feel of her virginal cunt on his fingers. Then he rammed his knee into her stomach. The sickening crunch of breaking ribs drew a broken-jawed scream from the heroine, and she writhed in his grip. The assassin didn't think much of Mary's reputed invulnerability at all.
A new, softer, crunch sounded when he drove his knee up into Mary's stomach. She almost blacked out as her bladder was crushed from outside, and a mixture of piss and blood squirted heavily around the assassin's cunt gripping hand. The wind whistled around them as he listened to her keening sobs. There was no doubt that innocent Mary Marvel's adult body was in considerable pain.
He released his grip suddenly, and slurped her maiden blood and steaming piss from his fingers. Mary Marvel tumbled like a rag doll, spraying piss behind her. Thin branches beat her body like riding crops as she fell. Mary landed belly first across a particularly thick branch, and it shunted her already broken ribs into new configurations. The pain signals transmitted from the raw ends of bone nearly knocked her out. Ever so slowly, she slid backwards from the branch and dropped to the dirt at the base of the tree. Mary clutched at her stomach and her jaw and wept into the mud. In the back of her mind she knew she needed to find the control to fly as fast and far as she could.
The assassin dropped silently down behind her, and removed his own costume faster than a human eye could follow. His sensitive nostrils picked up the taint of piss and sweat, but still nothing that would equate to fear amongst the pain. He wondered if it was even possible to make the little bitch afraid as he walked over to her, and pulled her up onto her knees. Mary's hands were pulled onto the assassin's thick shaft, and he ran them along his length.
Mary's head lolled to the side as tears ran down her cheeks. She shuddered as she realised what she held in her hands. Mary Marvel had never seen more than the diagram of a man's 'thing' before, and now she held one thicker than her wrists between her fingers. Bloody drool ran down her chin as the assassin's inhuman grip moved her soft flesh against his. Her fingers were so dainty; just begging to be destroyed.
As she was forced to masturbate her attacker, Mary formulated a desperate plan. She started moving her hands as if willingly. The assassin moved his hands to her thick brown hair and stroked it, pleased that the cunt knew her place. Even the most innocent girl in the DC Universe was just a cock slut who needed a little training, though with her crushed bladder she wouldn't survive long even if he didn't kill her.
Mary moved one hand to fondle the assassin's hairy balls, and was surprised at the heat within.It was time! She squeezed both hands with all her Shazam and Gods' given strength. To her horror, Instead of pulping the Assassin's genitalia with her magically enhanced muscles, she served only to provide more pleasurable stimulation. He was angry at her deception, and angrier at himself for falling for it. He repaid her with a mighty slap to the jaw.
Mary Marvel's lower face separated completely and bounced forcefully off a tree. Her tongue poked out beneath the broken teeth of her upper jaw. Ragged flesh pumped blood down the golden lightning bolt design over her breasts. The fabric stuck against her curves. The girl's exposed raw flesh sizzled as he cauterised her wound with his heat vision. She still gripped his shaft in shaking hands. He felt the highly acidic cum boiling inside his testicles.
The assassin admired her new face. Mary Marvel's beauty was still obvious in the top half, though sweat beaded above her wet eyes. He pressed his cock against her tongue for a moment, feeling her revulsion despite all of the agony she was in. Though he found the idea of spraying in her eyes, and enjoying her spastic twitching as his cum ate through her brain, appealing, he decided on another approach.
The assassin gripped Mary's wrists together in one might hand, and jerked his cock over her grasping fingers. The thick load of sperm splashed across Mary's creamy palms and immediately burnt into her flesh. She made noises that barely qualified as human as her skin and fat melted across bone, which dissolved in turn. Her fingers separated away and dropped into the dirt. He came across them, too, until she was left only with bloody stumps for wrists. The assassin pulled them to his mouth, tasting the flesh, and tasting his own seed with her blood.
Rather than cauterise the stumps, the assassin moved his hands up Mary's arms and gripped each one tightly. His thumbs into the armpits of her gold and white costume. The fabric was damp with sweat as he lifted the handless heroine from the forest floor, until her eyes were level with his. The movement brought fresh agony to her stomach while acidic cum continued to eat into her wrist stumps.
He pulled. Mary's eyes grew even wider with agony as her bones separated, and tendons tore from muscles. Her tongue fluttered in the red mess that had been her mouth. The loudest ripping as the assassin tore off her arm, was, strangely, the fabric of Mary Marvel's costume. She dropped back down to the floor, landing heavily on her ass. Twin streams of blood pumped in heavy gouts from the new wounds.
The assassin regarded her for a moment, as he bit a great chunk of muscle from her bicep. Blood smeared his face as he chewed and swallowed, relishing the hot blood in his belly. Luthor did not feed him enough, he felt. Deciding that it wasn't quite time for her to bleed out, he tossed the girl's arms aside like trash, and trained his heat vision on each ragged shoulder stump. Mary's legs kicked feebly. She knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that she was going to die.
The Assassin tore off the top part of Mary Marvel's costume then, letting the blood stained white and gold flutter to the forest floor with her cape. Mary now wore only her white skirt, yellow and red (formerly white) torn panties, and boots. He fancied that her pain-flushed face darkened a little more as her perfect breasts and dark little nipples were exposed to a male. Mary Marvel really was an Innocent.
The Assassin lent down and gripped each nipple between thumb and forefinger. He crushed them to pulp between his fingers. Mary Marvel barely struggled, and he knew that her pain was great indeed as blood trickled down her shaking mounds, to pool slowly on her chest.
He broke her legs intentionally, spreading them obscenely wide as he knelt on the forest floor. Her flesh offered no resistance to the assassin's cloned Kryptonian might under Earth's yellow sun. Mary's skirt was pushed up fully as her boot toes pressed against the hair on each side of her head. White bone protruded through one thigh, so he snapped it off and chewed on it, while blood pumped from the wound. Too late to bother with cauterisation now. Tugging her ragged panties loose, he tied the bloody piss drenched fabric in a tight knot around her tongue. Piss trickled down into her throat.
Mary's pussy was lightly haired, and damp with everything but arousal. The Assassin used most of his strength to sink his entire shaft into the dying heroine's cunt on the first brutal thrust. Her cervix ripped with no resistance, and he slammed through the petite's girls womb. He pressed her bloody tits together as the rape began, crushing the orbs into bloody handfuls of fat and gland as he pumped her cunt. Mary's armless body writhed weakly at the double agony. He smeared her destroyed tits into her eyes as he fucked harder.
Mary Marvel wasn't even aware of what was happening to her as the cock in her pussy destroyed her cervix, and battered her womb into her stomach. She knew only the pain, and that she was a heroine. The Assassin's thrusts sped up into her torn cunt, and then fresh fire filled the core of her being. The acid cum melted into Mary Marvel's supposedly invulnerable flesh like it was nothing. Her womb dissolved into her viscera around the still pumping cock, and the Assassin was met with the sight of his victim's ravaged stomach splitting apart above his shaft. Mary Marvel's ovaries were indistinguishable from anything else in the organic puddle.
He pulled out, and splashed the last drops onto her already bloody labia. Incredibly, his super senses picked up the last erratic beats of Mary Marvel's heart, the last chaotic brain activity. The Assassin punched into her chest through her pulped tits, and tugged out the still beating organ. He stuffed roughly into her dissolving cunt. Noting that her brain wasn't quite dead, he took a handful of her slimy voided waste, and slammed it through the remains of Mary Marvel's face.
Mary Marvel's head cracked like an egg, and grey matter mixed with shit as the assassin pounded the two together. Mary's bloodshot and breast fat splashed eyes looked out below the jagged edge of her skull, but she would never see again. He ate some of her, admiring the destruction he had wrought on her once pretty, strong form. He swallowed bloody lumps of flesh, which his cum hadn't destroyed.
Only once he was sated on the heroine's corpse did he set about his final task of vaporizing every remaining molecule of Mary Marvel. By the time he was finished, there wasn't even the stench of her left remaining. He dressed again, and headed through the forest to await his next target.
End. (or yet further Adventures of the Ultimate DCU Assassin?)