Visions of SuperSluts Destroyed:
Fall of the Amazon Princess
From the mind of mkarl
R.age
A.gainst the
P.aranormals of
E.arth
I am mkarl, a being of unlimited ability to set-about orchestrating the brutalizing beatings, devastating downfalls and horrific humiliations of any SuperSlut who catches my attention. My purview is the multi-eclectic totality of all comicverse playgrounds, and my subservient agents of R.A.P.E. can be drafted forth from any form of multimedia.. I invite you to watch with the VOYEURATOR now, as I weave my magic and arrange for the Fall of the Amazon Princess.
Yeah... right, my turn. I am the VOYEURATOR. Essentially, I am merely a plot facilitator, serving to allow my creator, the fabulous mkarl to transport your imagination into realms of fantasy, where he will arrange to have many of your favorite female foxes of virtue [and perhaps some obscure honeys too] subjected to the most debasing of treatments... As the VOYEURATOR, I watch all but never touch [except myself.] I also don't mind making the odd quip or two to trash a girl's reputation behind her back; so get ready to put that free hand of yours down the front of your pants and prepare to listen, as I take you along to experience what mkarl has arranged to befall upon Wonder Woman to begin the festivities.
The scene took place in a never before revealed intercompany crossover staring DC's own icon of female excellence, Wonder Woman; and that mindless marauder of Marvel mayhem, The Hulk. [The crossover could have been another lame whoring of character integrity for the sake of the consumers dollar, but my master mkarl saw far greater potential to create an excellent Vision of a SuperSlut Destroyed] Now voyeur with me as we see the awesome force of male aggression that is The Hulk rampaging in Boston [home city of operations for the warrior princess whose mission it is to promote love and peace to man's world]
Hulk: HULK SMASH... RRRGHH...
Okay... We are not going to get any prize winning banter from our not-so-jolly green giant, but as the naked [pants don't really STRETCH that much] brute continues to reduce Boston to rubble, we really should be concentrating our attention more to the skyline than the Hulk's thoughts-of-the-moment-anyhow, as we expectantly wait for the arrival of the Wonder Woman.
Hulk: [shrugging off a policeman's bullets... Will they never learn?] HULK HERE FOR WONDER-BITCH... RRRGHH... BRING WONDER-BITCH FOR HULK.
Hmm... what do you suppose what old jade jaws has intended for the star spangled butt of Ms. Wonder Bitch [as if we all don't already know].... Now this is more of what I personally liked to see from the rather childlike mentality of the hormone horror that is The Hulk. As a psychosomatic dysfunction of the inability's of puny Bruce Banner to cope with the disappointments of the world, The Hulk was always a natural to have some personality that had "woman" problems. If various personality incarnations of The Hulk could have already established him as mindless; super intelligent; and even a Las Vegas enforcer within the established framework of creative licence, than mkarl can certainly justify that a SuperSlut, destroying, rape-monster must exist somewhere within the myriad of interpretations of the marvelous marauder.
Charma: [of Legion of Super Hero's obscurity] Patience my slave... my pheromones have been powered up by our lord, mkarl... It is only a matter of time before that SuperSlut falls victim to her own foolish heroics and attempts to combat us... Finally, I will unleash one of my sexual slaves to commit unlimited devastation upon a SuperSlut... GOD I'M SO FUCKING WET!!! Wonder Woman will battle you in an attempt to get to me, as my pheromones obligate both of you to mindlessly orbit my influence, until your superior brute rage will render the amazon subdued for more eroticzied adventures.
Charma has been one of mkarl's favorites for years. I guess he has just been so amused as to how the special "super" powers of being able to make other women instantly achieve absolute irrational hatred, and to further reduce men into enslaved servants of lust, had often seemed destined for eternal under-utilization in the benign realm of DC's lame thirtieth century. If Charma was fated for character oblivion within the realm of the comic code of lamedom, she was the perfect [if, albeit, obscure] agent of R.A.P.E. to logically ensure the delivery of a brutalizing humiliation to be bestowed upon the Wonder Woman when she finally... Ahh... Speak of the big-titted beauty... Voyeur with me now as I take you into the very mind of the paragon of perfection, as she sees who she has arrived to face..
Wonder Woman: Great Hera... It's the Hulk... Will this be the final fate prophesied by the oracles of Delphi? I never thought I would have to meet this day... If only there was some means with which I could shrink my duties. Surely, no right-thinking individual would ever risk her ass against such overwhelming odds, especially when logic should indicate a Superman or Mighty Thor should be only seconds away at any given time [what is it with that anyhow... Why don't those omni-powered dudes handle everything???]. But, I am a warrior born, and I have beaten the odds against the gods themselves, Ares and Hercules. Now I will prove why I should be considered as the most powerful woman-hero in all of the Multi-ComicVerse.
Hell... that is such a jolt of ultimate voyeuristic delight to be able to get into the very thoughts of our featured players, let me take you for a look at what is on the Hulk's mind next as he watches the lovely Wonder Woman approach from the sky... GOD I LOVE BEING THE VOYEURATOR.
Hulk: HULK... HORNY.
Okay... Now we know why he does not say much either... Perhaps we should just watch for a minute or two and allow me to do a little play-by-play of the slugfest as... wait a second... I think Wonder Woman is feeling the effects of Charma.
Wonder Woman: [suddenly veering to the sidewalk where the spandex-bikini clad, yellow hued, alien, bad girl stands wickedly within distance of the Hulk to maintain her Phermonal control] "I will kill you bitch."
Charma: [seemingly unconcerned by the approach of a psychotically enraged amazon powerhouse who can toss tanks around like juggling balls.] "ohh... Hulkie... wouldn't you be a dear... and take that WONDER-BITCH APART for little old Charma?"
Hulk: [substitute your favorite sound effect for a blood curdling cry of sheer savagery here.]
And in this corner... wearing the blue, red and white patriotic colors of virtue, trimmed in those kinky little gold accessories we have the vision of female idealism... Wonder Woman... [Cheers]... [Cheers...]
And approaching from the ground, like a rocket, propelled by the most powerful leg muscles in the world... wearing nothing but a snarl and an attitude... It's The Hulk... [mixed boos and cheers]
Ohmygod... It's The Hulk slamming into the Wonder Woman midair and using the force of his momentum to carry the amazon reeling backwards into the BankAmerica building. The derbies falls, as the warrior princess springs to her feet and kicks out with a sexy long red boot that connects with The Hulk's massive chest and sends him sailing back out onto the street.
Wonder Woman: [to the police officers moving to aid her] Get the people out of here... I will do what is necessary to occupy The Hulk's murderous rage and confine his rampage to this immediate area. Try to get communication out to the Justice League or the Avengers for me as I don't know how long I will be able to hold out on my own against this naked savage..
Too bad Wonder-Bitch, as the VOYEURATOR already knows that mkarl has arranged for this to be just a private affair between you and The Hulk... It will only be your own womanly, warrior skills that may [okay you have no chance] allow you to resist the superior power and lustful desires of the Incredible rage of The Hulk and... Oww... now THATS GOT TO HURT.
The Hulk digs his powerful fingers into the asphalt of the road to tear out a huge chunk of rock and earth and sends it zooming at the Wonder Woman... She is unable to leap to safety as the building behind her is still filled with innocents... All the Amazon Princess can do is brace for impact as several tons of earth come tumbling down upon her.
Charma: Don't kill the bitch Hulkie... Go dig her out.. and when you get her, I want you to hold her by the hair and just PUNCH THE FUCK OUT OF HER AGAIN-AND-AGAIN in that pretty, little face so she can have some bruises to see what that is like... FUCK!!!
Hulk: BEAT... WONDER... BITCH.... RRRGHH...
Don't count out Wonder Woman just yet R.A.P.E. Agents... mkarl would not have chosen the child of the gods to be the first to star as a SuperSlut destroyed, if she was not eminently qualified to provide for some amusing sport before the gratuitous repetitions of descriptive ultimate rape should ensue. Now The Hulk, feel some sand kicked back in your own face as the amazon powers her own way out from the debris you buried her in.
The Hulk lifts his arms so swat away the returning, ruined, road-rubble, but is unable to similarly swat the swift strike of the Wonder Woman's red boot aimed into the obviously exposed lower region of his anatomy.
Hulk: [I think we can all imagine a sound effect for getting kicked... down there... poor The Hulk]
Wonder Woman: [watching in horror as The Hulk wobbles but does not fall down] Get these people evacuated, NOW! Hera help me... I gave that kick everything I had.
Hulk: KILL WONDER-WHORE-CUNT-BITCH.
Charma: No Hulkie... no kill. Wonder-Cunt is for fucking, remember?
Wonder Woman [again fueled by pheromones] It is YOU, Alien-SLUT... I feel compelled to tear your heart out.
Charma: and you probably would, but my big, green boyfriend here, is not about to let that happen... Are you Hulkie?
Wonder Woman acting under the influence of the pheromones leaps in a irrationally, murderous leap at the unique, little alien, but before Charma becomes a smear on the sidewalk, The Hulk again intervenes, and the most powerful punch on the planet connects squarely with the amazon's kisser.
Hulk: WONDER-CUNT FOR FUCKING... HULK FUCK WONDER-CUNT!!!
Wonder Woman's forward momentum is immediately reverted and we see her spectacularly sail back into the BankAmerica building where she seems to collapse a main support beam. The Hulk watches as the building collapses and then goes in to get his party favor.
Hulk: [lifting the battered heroine from the ruins by her hair] HULK STRONGEST ONE THERE IS.
But wait... there is still fight left Hulkie, as you are the first to find out when the amazon swings an arm, capable of punching through armor straight at your snarling mouth. Even the awesome neck of The Hulk can't resist from snapping back at a punch from the Wonder Woman; but unfortunately for the distressed damsel, with no leverage, her blow is unable to break the power of the brute's grip... and then it is The Hulk's turn.
Hulk: RRRGHHH... HULK SMASH!
and smash... and smash... annnd, smash again... Anyone into male on female violence should be getting a jones out of this one, huh? Poor little Wonder Woman is totally out on her feet... The Hulk is just holding her up by the hair and letting her dangle like the fucking catch-of-the-day down at the fisherman's docks... Okay, the fight is over, and now we get to see...
The Hulk reaches out with his free hand and roughly take the material of Wonder Woman's tunic and shreds it, revealing that she actually has a little metallic pushup-bra underneath... It can't ever have been that comfortable, but one can only imagine that doing anything in outfits that often resemble dental floss could never be that comfortable... [Actually, to see Wonder Woman in gold-weaved underwear is actually pretty kinky... with that lasso of hers and those metallic bands around her arms, it might almost seem like a trip out to that lesbian "Paradise Island" of her home might be well worthy for the VOYEURATOR to consider when I find a moment]... For now, I am just all a quiver to see The Hulk use his most impressive muscle to devastate the damsel in distress.
Charma: [stepping closer to be the brains behind the brawn] Okay Hulkie, now be a good little R.A.P.E.-boy and get that Wonder-Bitch to do some wonder-sucking.
Hulk: [roughly shoving the head of Wonder Woman to his groin] RRRGGHHH... SUCK HULK, WONDER-WHORE!!!
Wonder Woman suffers the indignity of having her face rubbed against The Hulk's twenty four inch, rock hard [literally] cock, but her warrior pride allows her to momentarily keep her mouth shut to postpone her ultimate humiliation.
Charma: Pull her hair back Hulk... Snap the bitches neck if she does not suck.
Hulk: [Yanks back on Wonder Woman's hair hard enough to rip the head off an ordinary woman] RRGGGHH!
Wonder Woman: [unable to save face] IYEEEEEEEEEE...
Hulk: [pulling the amazon back to his cock] SUCK HULK'S COCK, WONDER-CUNT-WHORE!
Wonder Woman: [doing what is right] Sssslurpppp.... mmmghph... aaaack... gggaggg.... cccchhoccckkk
Charma: Isn't that hot, mister Voyeurator?... Are you letting everyone enjoy this scene?
Don't talk to me Charma... It ruins the illusion, but yes it is hot to watch The Hulk savage the beautiful Wonder Woman and choke and gag her on his humongous cock... To see the Wonder Woman drool as she has that thick gamma prick repeatedly raped again and again in and out between the hero's pretty, red lips and deep down the tight, constrictive tunnel of her throat... To know that at any second, The Hulk would cream and fill the Wonder Woman with his gamma radiated sperm just made it all the much sweeter... [hmm... would gamma exposure make the sperm any sweeter?... More acrid?... Guess Wonder Woman is the one to ask because...]
The Hulk [bellowing] RRRGHHHH... HULK CUMMING, WONDER-WHORE... DRINK ALL HULK'S CUM, CUNT... RRRGHHHH!!!
Let's look at what Wonder Woman is thinking and maybe see how it all tastes to the bitch.
Wonder Woman: no... can't... yuck... too-much... Hera save me...
Okay... A little chaotic, but I suppose getting a gallon of cum [slight exaggeration] pumped into your mouth [and all over the face] can be a little disserting to even the most battle hardened warrior... Poor, proud princess... The humiliation of obliteration by cum must be... Something, something, something-something... how did Stan the man ever do all of this alliteration???
Back to the action... now that The Hulk is removing Wonder Woman's gold-weaved bra and panties, we see that... she shaves??? Maybe they forgot the hair when her mom and those goddesses created her? Guess it does not matter cause they remembered the other parts and so The Hulk has a happy home to ram it in.... [okay this alliteration is pretty pathetic... Yikes... can't I stop]
Hulk: HULK PUT BABY IN WONDER-BITCH... ARRRGH!
Wonder Woman: Yes my master... Breed this bitch with your spawn [trademark Todd McFarlane]
Ahh yes, the famous implied be the Wonder Woman's first and she serves you... or was that bind her and she is powerless???... God, I hate these continuity rewrites... anyhow, looks like mkarl wants a wonder-slave so...
Wonder Woman: Oh Hulk... my master, breed this worthless Wonder-Whore [she did the alliteration... not me.]
Charma: Do it Hulk... Shoot your potent seed into Wonder Woman's fertile, unprotected virgin womb... Seed her with your spawn so our master mkarl can have another awesome instrument in his playground of perversions.
Hulk: HULK CUMMING... ARRRGGHH.
Wonder Woman: [gets breeded]
VOYEURATOR: oops... that's me again and I am not allowed to show you anymore of Wonder Woman and The Hulk for the moment as mkarl needs to arrange for a little privacy for the couple to finish producing their spawn... but before you all try to boo me out of the building, let me take you to the mansion in New England, where Betsy Braddock is about to enter the Danger Room for a private session only to receive the mkarl treatment in Psylocke's Psycho Psychotic Attack coming to you in part two of Visions of SuperSluts Destroyed.
True believers can contact the author at mkarl2000@hotmail.com, serving up smut for the new millennium.
Mkarl Sept. 11/99
Visions of SuperSluts Destroyed II:
Psylocke's XXXcelent Psycho Psychotic Attack
From the mind of mkarl
R.age A.gainst the P.aranormals of E.arth
I am mkarl, a being of unlimited ability to set-about orchestrating the brutalizing beatings, devastating downfalls and horrific humiliations of any SuperSlut who catches my attention. My purview is the multi-eclectic totality of all comicverse playgrounds, and my subservient agents of R.A.P.E. can be drafted forth from any form of multimedia.. I invite you to watch with the VOYEURATOR now, as I weave my magic and arrange for Psylocke's XXXcelent Psycho Psychotic Attack.
And now it's my turn again. Okay, some of you may already be keen to our priorly presented vision of a SuperSlut destroyed where my perverted master arranged to have that Amazon princess of virtue, Wonder Woman get the fuck literally beaten right out of her by that marauding monster of mayhem known as The Hulk. If you were with us then, than you know how this all works, but for the newbies, let me explain things. I am the VOYEURATOR. Essentially, I am merely a plot facilitator, serving to allow my creator, the fabulous mkarl to transport your imagination into realms of fantasy, where he will arrange to have many of your favorite female foxes of virtue [and perhaps some obscure honeys too] subjected to the most debasing of treatments' As the VOYEURATOR, I watch all but never touch [except myself.] I also don't mind making the odd quip or two to trash a girl's reputation behind her back; so get ready to put that free hand of yours down the front of your pants and prepare to listen, as I take you along to experience what mkarl has arranged to befall upon that little slut, Elizabeth Braddock better known to you perv's as the X-men [woman] known as Psylocke.
This scene takes place shortly after that god of the pencil, Jim Lee was given free reign in the X-verse. While that time was of great joy to a voyeur like myself albeit even if it was all-too-brief, it did allow that rather unappealing little dumpling, Elizabeth Braddock to undergo a very appealing [if utterly] contrived little transformation which basically saw her get sexed-up asianly-exxxotic style. While subsequent creative entities have dulled the luster of this former fan-boy's four-color wet dream come true, mkarl has chosen to see if he can breath new life [so to speak] back into this formerly fetching vixen.
Please voyeur with me now as we sneak a peak into the dressing room adjoined next to the X-Men's "danger room" inside the Xavier Institute For Higher Learning in Massachusetts. As luck has it, we are just in time to see the purple haired beauty preparing for today's "workout" secession. [Don't you just wish Penthouse Comics had the rights to X-Men so we coulda had the great Mr. Lee do this scene himself with those wonderful illustrations of his?]
Okay, shhh She is wearing some skin-tight cutoff jeans and such a tiny, little T-shirt. It barely covers the bottom of those mouthwatering melons. I don't know if there is something in the water, but all female super-heroines do seem to have some simply scrumptious knockers, don't they? I would have to say, as pronounced as her protruding nipples are under that fabric, it is quite likely that the slut is braless too. I imagine we would have had confirmation on that state of affairs if we had been privy to the game of softball the little tease had just been playing with the "boys" of the team. What a slut! No wonder Jean wants to kick her ass don't worry though, as I have been voyeuring enough in these situations to know for a fact that we will be able to ascertain with a certainty in the regards of the little slut's undergarment status very momentarily.
Really now, is there anything better then watching a girl strip when she is utterly unaware of the audience. Just look at the little beauty so natural and uncaring as she pulls that T-shirt up and off. We see the flash of her bared belly as the display proceeds upwards, along with our excited attention, until those magnificent melons spring free of their concealing cover no bra, what a surprise.
I am never all that great with numbers. Once my dick gets stiff, my brain seems to go soft and let me tell you that watching Ms. Psylocke slowly ripple that taunt, toned body to shuck-slide that little, flimsy shirt up-and-off to the floor well, you just know I am ready enough to jump the bitch myself! Damn that mkarl and his insistence on having me here simply to paint the picture of the proceedings All look and no touch indeed. I guess if I was going to give a estimate to the magic numbers of the bare-breasted beauty, I would suggest maybe a 38d. Anyone want to help me with that estimate can write mkarl at mkarl2000@hotmail.com
OH MY CREATOR! The slut has barely let her shirt hit the floor and she is reaching for her zipper on those tight, little jeans. Be still my beating heart. The little slut must really be eager to get on to the humiliation that awaits her in the "danger" room. It is a sight of such beauty that it never fails to bring a tear of pure joy to my eyes to watch any slut pop the button on her pants. As the fly separates and I get my first look at the little angle's choice of panties for the day, it is always a moment of sheer serenity to me. And, I am pleased to share that Psylocke has chosen a sweet, little, floral-patterned French-cut selection today.
Hmm, I also pictured her as more of a "thong" girl though what with her choice in her battle-outfitting and all. Anyhow, this is suppose to be a R.A.P.E. adventure and while I understand the appeal in "some" slow erotica imagery, mkarl says that we are trying to be a lot more "hard-core" and exxxplicit in our presentation so allow me to speed things up here and just put the little hottie into costume so she can set her program for the exercise secession of the day. Really won't matter where she sets the controls to cause it's mkarl that has the choice on just what activity is going to be having the little vixen sweating today.
Just one last tiny techno-note before the good stuff finally begins here seems prudent if my audience maybe unfamiliar with the X-verse Since the premise guiding things in the X-world is the idea to get those born "special" a chance to come to terms with an understanding of how to get along with their "specialness," the X-Men have gone and created a room to simulate various battle scenarios and other challenges to allow each of the team members the ability to horn their talents.
Known as the "danger" room, normally, this specially equipped gymnasium-warfield has all sorts of safety protocols built in to keep things from getting out of hand. Today though, mkarl has gone out and borrowed the tentacle alien life form from "Superjizz" and decided to see if he can't have some fun of his own with a scene of "alien-love."
By the way, to see the ultimate in erotic presentations of the Superheroine-in-Distress motif, please read any of Superjizz's works. "The Black Cat Gets Raped" and "Gamma Rage" set the standards mkarl aspires too, and were so hot that I use them to get off on a "very" regular basis. Please write me if you don't know where to find these stories on your own, but they are at many of the same best story-sites on the net that also carry selections of my 60+ stories. Contact me at mkarl2000@hotmail.com for exact url's.
Now that mkarl has his acknowledgment out to "Superjizz" and his own shameless plug in, it is finally time to get to the action Listen.
Psylocke: What the NOOOOOO!
Oops, seems like there is something in this little program that you didn't expect, huh honey? And now you have a monster with dozen's of cock-shaped tentacles wrapping themselves around your every limb. We jump right to the action as it looks like the damsel is about to be destroyed with no muss or fuss.
Psylocke: Hel MMMGHHHPP!!!
Another reason I love these cock-tentacle deals is that the alien has so many cocks It allows that they can service several females simultaneously. When the alien beasts are able to concentrate on just one lucky[?] recipient for their undivided attention; than it works out that she just gets multiply penetrated in every place imaginable.
Since not too many of us voyeur conusors are into ears or nostrils, let me concentrate our focus on the big three of the female's receptacles. I can further develop this picture by elaborating more on just how our cute little English-Asian, telekenetic-ninja, beauty is being helplessly subdued into taking this ultimate violation.
I suppose I should have earlier mentioned that the second she had activate the danger room, mkarl just teleported the tentacle alien right next to the surprised cutie. She barely had time to mouth a startled yelp when several of the beast's tentacles were taking her under his fearsome control. One longer, thinner cock tentacle had wrapped quickly around her neck, choking off the bitch's air supply. Another long, powerful tentacle had wrapped around her forehead to force-tilt her head back so that a third could force itself between her lips and begin to orally violate the hapless slut to stiffle her frantic screams for help.
Meanwhile, thicker cock-tentacles with their steel-hard strength and their super-adhesive suckers had quickly wrapped around the completely helpless damsel's arms and legs, pulling them far apart and securing the little ninja-trained warrior in a totally defenseless position. Once all her limbs had been encoiled in the unforgiving mess of tentacles, the alien had simply but skillfully used it's smaller, more nimble tentacles to reach out and easily shred Psylocke's slutty X-uniform. The girl was stripped of her clothing even easier than she lost her dignity with that first oral violation.
I kind of glossed over all this cause it was almost mundane in how non-challanging it really was to overpower and conquer the capable heroine, but these aliens are pretty much that awesome. Makes you pretty glad that one isn't outside your home tonight, huh? Anyhow, time to get into the multiple pen's so let's listen again to some "live" action.
Psylocke: NOAUGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Yep, she still has one very thick tentacle penetrating her mouth and pretty much limiting the intellectual quota of this verbal display an even thicker tentacle-cock deep in her sexy, unprotected cunt and the thickest one right up her tight, little ass.
Who said this alien didn't get off on the NC elements here?
Please bear in mind that the beast is cumming almost constantly, so now that we have vaginal penetration we are witnessing actual baby-making. It is always a special thrill for me to voyeur when a bitch becomes a mommy. Trouble is, that it was hinted in the pre-mentioned "Black Cat Gets Raped" adventure that these alien spawn are so hungry when born that, first they fuck the mother, and then they often "eat" her [no, not that type of eating] SICK, HUH?
Anyhow, I am sure mkarl will let me watch that when it happens if you want him to just let your interest be known and we will reveal all . For now though, it appears that little Canuck, Wolverine has used his animilistically enhanced senses to finally realize the situation in the "danger" room. Time for the helpless little X-slut's teammates to join the audience cause mkarl isn't about to let anything stop the action till it's all too late much, much too late!
Wolverine: WHA the FUCK!
Hmm seems to be a force field stopping you from getting to little Ms Braddock Wolvie Ohhh, that's good use those claws, you mindless little animal. It's useless anyhow. Your just as helpless to spoil this party as the slut is. Watch as your friend get raped you ugly freak.
Cyclops: Wolverine, move aside.
Your vaunted optic blasts are no more effective than the drawf's adamantium claws were Mr. Summers. Did you have an interest in this woman? Seemed like you did. How does it make you feel to see her so humiliated and violated, with all three holes being cock-fucked by a monstrous alien?
Goodie. The completion of our desired audience is all gathered at the force field now. Hmm, is this an education for you, little Jubilee? How old are you anyhow, you annoying little brat? Maybe we will do you later. Umm, Jean Grey looks good enough to eat. I might just take her myself if I get a free moment. Her face blushes so pretty framed in all that lovely red hair. You are a mind reader so lets share your friends humiliated thoughts.
Psylocke: [in thought-vision] Oh my god, they are They all see me I am being raped Oh god, I can't breath. I am going to die. Oh god-oh god-OH GOD!
You're not gong to die Psylocke. In fact, lets have that alien pull that cock out of your mouth so you can sexily-plead with your friends to save you.
Jean Grey: Elizabeth, you have to escape we can't get in.
Psylocke: Please, oh my god You have to save me. I can't stop it from raping me.
Cyclops: Gambit, get Jubilee out of here now.
Jubilee: No, I want to help too.
Gambit:
How touching Psylocke is like family to these noble and proud heroes but they shouldn't feel so sad for the bitch I mean she going to be finding out what "real" family is as she becomes a mommy with that cock in her cunt spraying it's awesomely potent seed deep into her fertile womb. Then again, considering who the daddy is, I guess this really is quite the deal to be freaked over, huh?
The thick, hot, sticky sperm floods Psylocke's womb. Time of conception was exactly 1.6 seconds after initial ejaculation. Those alien sperm are very potent. Excessive sperm will continue to run out of the heroine's quickly, filled cunt for the next several hours as the alien continuously breeds the bitch. Both Cyclops and Wolverine will stay to watch the whole thing. To the Canadian's credit he doesn't get a hard-on. Cyclops will need a change of underwear afterwards though.
As we prepare to take our leave, one last look at the action sees that the entire floor is now coated in a thick layer of the alien's sperm, several inches deep from what hasn't fit into the girl. Her body is so messy that her features are all but obliterated. She looks like a giant cum-covered spermsicle-on-a-stick or something. The girl has long since passed out from sheer exhaustion as the alien spawn in her belly has begun to tax mommies system for support.
I have used up several boxes of Kleenex myself and apologize if my opportunity to convey the wondrous imagery was squandered in my own over simulation. I promise to try to be better next time as mkarl has me checking out an interracial thing with Mrs. Susan Storm of the Fantastic Four. She won't be invisible to my voyeurating eyes. I think Rage is going to be getting his first white pussy to I hope you will come back and check it out And wait to you see the interesting shape that Sue's husband gets himself squeezed into. What a way to go
Anyhow, that is all for today Mkarl has just opened the teleportion tunnel so I guess Psylocke and us should wave bye-bye to the X-men. She is on her way to her maternity chambers where she will spend her last days and I am on my way to Four Freedom Plaza.
It should be fun, True Believers can always contact the author at mkarl2000@hotmail.com
Until next time that is all for mkarl
March 6/2000
Visions of SuperSluts Destroyed:
Invisible Woman's Fantastic Frolic In Fonication Hell
From the mind of mkarl
R.age A.gainst the P.aranormals of E.arth
I am mkarl, a being of unlimited ability to set-about orchestrating the brutalizing beatings, devastating downfalls and horrific humiliations of any SuperSlut who catches my attention. My purview is the multi-eclectic totality of all comicverse playgrounds, and my subservient agents of R.A.P.E. can be drafted forth from any form of multimedia.. I invite you to watch with the VOYEURATOR now, as I weave my magic and arrange for the Fall of the Amazon Princess.
Yeah... right, my turn. I am the VOYEURATOR. Essentially, I am merely a plot facilitator, serving to allow my creator, the fabulous mkarl to transport your imagination into realms of fantasy, where he will arrange to have many of your favorite female foxes of virtue [and perhaps some obscure honeys too] subjected to the most debasing of treatments... As the VOYEURATOR, I watch all but never touch [except myself.] I also don't mind making the odd quip or two to trash a girl's reputation behind her back; so get ready to put that free hand of yours down the front of your pants and prepare to listen, as I take you along to experience the festivities mkarl has arranged to befall upon Susan Storm, the Invisible Woman.
This scene takes place just after another of Marvel's attempts to diversify the social-political makeup of their fine stable of talent. The addition to their hollowed halls of superdom that we are playing with today in the great Black powerhouse simply known as "Rage." Now bare with me cause the character is a little obscure and to do justice to this tale, some manner of an attempt at a bio seems to be mandated.
Okay then, here are the vitals. Rage is Black. He is also just a very young kid in a hulking body. The way this all went down was detailed in some crappy "The Avengers" story so spend a dime on a back issue if you are anal about those things. For the purpose of this presentation I have already shared enough of the mundane elements to get the impact so it's time to begin with the "good" stuff.
As our eXXXcelent scene starts of, Susan Storm is not at all "invisible." In fact the young, single mommy is looking very fine as we catch her in the bath getting herself all cleaned up like a good little girl. As she soaps up her ample breasts [and reveals to our approving contemplation that she has totally recovered from any effects of her two previous pregnancies] it almost seems a shame that we are going to need to upset the serenity of this vista of repose and go about getting her started on pregnancy number three.
Yikes! Doing this all real time keeps me on my toes. My duties as narrator on these little eXXXcursions into superheroine life mandate that I share as much of the visionary delights experienced herein as is possible and so I simply must just pause in absolute awe as we watch the "fantastic" babe standup out of the water and confirm for us all that she is "a natural blonde" all over.
What's more it seems the "fantastic" fox shaves!
Now, I guess this is of interest to some of my fans so lets watch as Susan Storm puts her one lean, athletically, toned leg up on the side of her tub and reaches for the cream. She has no idea that we are watching so lets just enjoy this invasion of her sanctuary and watch as she trims that little bush of hers.
GOOD GOD, THANK YOU MKARL. I never realized just how hot it would seem to me to spy on a chick standing naked in her tub and doing such a intensely private act as trimming her pussy hair. Just watching that look of quiet concentration on her pretty face as she thins down her bush to a tight little triangle is like heaven to a voyeur like myself. The scene has enough heat for me personally, that I would almost feel inclined to take a shot at making "this" the feature of this regaling, but of course, I serve as an agent of R.A.P.E. and as those who are familiar with our works, quiet splenditude is not exactly our modus operendi.
As if on cue, the intercom buzzes and Susan's moment of calm before the "storm" is over.
Invisible Woman: [stepping naked, and dripping wet from the tub over to the intercom] Yes, what is it?
Squawky voice: [You would think that being the smartest man in the world, her husband could install a clear-voice intercom] "Rage is here and needs to see you right away."
The cool thing about being the VOYEURATOR is that not only do I see all, but I am able to even reveal what is going on in these little bimbo's minds as the adventure unfolds in thought-vision.
IW: [First in the prior mentioned thought-vision] "Rage... He is that new Black hero that was with The Avengers until just recently. I wonder what he wants." [And than out-loud] Tell him to wait for me in the conference room and I'll be right there.
Okay, I guess that I could spend some time with The Invisible Woman as she grabs a fluffy towel and dries that hotbody of hers. Maybe we could examine some more of her private thoughts as she allows herself a moment to think about her husband off at a science lecture at the university or her other two teammates likewise detained elsewhere. The thing is though that we are already onto page three here, and since the "action" scene here promises to be a very long and eXXXplicitly detailed one, it just seams more appropro to jump right up to where Mrs. Fantastic is now outfitted in her skintight suit of "unstable-molecules" and is about to come face-to-face with "rage" personified.
IW: Hello Rage, sorry to keep you waiting.
Rage: [suddenly springing onto the unsuspecting white woman] YOU BETTER BE BITCH!
IW: [taken by surprise and unable to defend herself as she takes a powerful Black slap across her face that knocks her halfway across the room] "unngh"
The young, Black giant lumbers gracefully [how is that for an oxymoron?] over to where Susan is laying nearly unconscious on the floor. He reaches down with one of his huge, Black hands and grabs the helpless heroine by the hair.
Susan is barely conscious enough to moan in pain as she is lifted two feet off the ground and held effortlessly, hanging in suspension by the brute's strength of arm. Through the pain of being held up by a handful of her hair, the wife of Mr.. Fantastic listens as the young, Black brute explains to her how things are going to be.
Rage: Listen up bitch. The man thinks he can just toss this Nigger to the trash heap. Wheel me out to try to appease the quota requirements but than skid my Black ass when my attitude is too much for all your frail "white" sensibilities. I ain't going to play that. If the PC pussies at Marvel don't have any use for this "Nigger" than it's just as well that mkarl gave me the call to join him on his little capade to R.A.P.E. your white ass. You listen up to me, bitch.
Oww, now that is going to leave a mark. If he hits the hottie in the face like that a few more times than she is going to be bruised enough that she might be getting "Blacked" in more ways than one today. Still, I have to say that there is something damn erotic to me to watch an angry young Black man just bitch-slap a helpless white-bride this way.
By the way, the Invisible Woman screams real good as Rage punches her in the face to blacken her eye good.
Rage: Now before we get carried away and turn this into some lame-ass "girl fights and escapes" type shit, lets just attach this power-dampner to your skank ass.
Ahh... The fantastic power-dampner. Just another one of those interesting little gizmos in our "reality." Well a bitch like Wonder Woman can be fun to watch just get the fuck literally beat out of her, and a slut like that X-chick, Psylocke has the type of powers that proved utterly ineffective against an alien life form like we unleashed on her hot ass; the thing is that the Invisible Woman's powers just don't lend themselves to making this eXXXciting for a voyeur. I mean the last thing we want is the bitch to go invisible when Rage is sexing her... or worse yet, have her somehow get one of those force-fields erected over her cunt to prevent any penetration in the first place.
Luckily, with the "magical" one-size-fits-all "power-dampner," Susan Storm will be fucked now with no fuss and just a hell of a lot of muss.
For visual consideration, the power-dampner is in the form of a studded, leather dog-collar. It locks in place easy around the helpless heroine's slender neck.
IW: P-please... What are you d-doing. You c-can't.
Rage: [laughing as he reaches out and grabs the front of the "fantastic" babes uniform] Of course I can. Lets take a look at the goodies.
Don't you just wish that the standard adventure put out by Marvel, or DC, or better yet, Image, portrayed these things a little more "realistically." I mean think about it. Some bitch heroine sticks her nose in your business. The bitch tries to engage you in combat and you spend some time slapping each other around. Isn't it obvious that clothes are going to get torn [either by accident or design?]
Then, when the bitch has been subdued... Well, lets just say that if I had just been kicking some bitch's ass and than suddenly had her at my mercy, there is one very obvious thing that would happen to the little cunt.
Anyhow, in an mkarl production, you will always get the "goods" and so just consider with me the sudden shame poor Mrs. Storm must suddenly be eXXXperiencing as she has her top ripped from her by the Black bastard. Surprise-surprise, the slut is braless. Suppose maybe those unstable molecules must "lift and separate" all on their own.
Rage: You still have some milk for me, bitch?
Interesting... The way time passes in this "reality," you would think not, but than again... It seems she does. Wonder how she feels to have the angry Black slobbering all over those bouncy, bountiful breasts of hers? Does she think at all that her milk was meant for her unborn child? Does it sadden her that this young Negro is perverting the memory?
If she is thinking "that" way at all than I guess we can be proud of ourselves that we are going to fill that "void" in her life and her belly by seeding her again and this time mkarl will look after the little honey to make sure she carries to full term. Sometimes it is just so "special" to be the Voyeurator.
IW: STOP IT, STOP IT... HELLLP!
RAGE: [putting a hand over Susan's screaming mouth to shut her up] Ain't no one here yet bitch? Don't worry though, I got instructions that we are going to get hubby in on the act all special like. So why don't you just get down on your knees and entertain me till he gets his pathetic rubber ass home.
Okay, some hot cocksucking action coming up [or is that "going down?"] As we watch the powerful, but young Black-stud about to receive pleasuring from a "white"-woman for the very first time, I guess it is time to share with you all that the reason we have chosen to have a Black man do this particular rape. You see, even though she hides it well, Susan is just a little bit racist in certain regards and well she can co-inhabit well enough to let Luke Cage temporarily be a teammate of hers, the idea of actually sexing a "Nigger" is quite the humiliation to the otherwise virtuous vixen.
The fact that she is promised faithful in lawful matrimony to her dear husband only adds to the forbidden taboo of being forcibly shoved down submissively onto her knees and held firmly in place while the "boy" drops his own tights and reveals that the radioactive shit that grew him "big" all over did an even more awesome mutation between his legs. Than again, given the reputations and stereotypes associated, maybe the young Black stud was just naturally "blessed."
The look on Susan's face is just priceless as she thinks to herself that even with her husband's ability to "stretch" himself, she had never been head-to-head with such a long or thick cock.
IW: [trying desperately to pull away despite the forceful hold on her head] No. You-you can't. PLEASE.
Rage: [with a snarl curling his lips] What's the matter, bitch. My Black dick to dirty to get cleaned in that pure white mouth of yours? You think you to good to suck Nigger dick?
At the magic word, it almost looked like little Susan flinched. It is always a very guilty thing to be confronted with your own prejudices. Poor Susan has to try to defend hers while in the process of being degraded and debased herself by the very object of her own disdain.
IW: I'm married. Please Rage. W-why are you d-doing this? You're a g-good-guy.
Rage: I'm a GREAT guy, bitch. I should have been a major star and got my own deals and become the Black superman, but whitey couldn't handle it. First I get stuck in that damn jive-ass outfit that makes me a laughing stock. Than we get second rate talent on The New Warriors that see it go the way of the afro. Finally I get a cup of soda with The Avengers than that honkey Captain America kicks my ass out saying I'm too young. Well, I may not be old enough to be an Avenger, but you is about to find out that I'm more than old enough to get the job done with R.A.P.E. Now shut the fuck up and just suck my cock.
IW: Mgghhhh
Yeah, it's hard to articulate when a girl suddenly has, what looks to be about, fourteen inches of Black meat thrust between her pretty, red lips. Hell, it would be hard for a guy to articulate under such circumstances, but that isn't anything we are going to be getting into here.
Rage: That's it, cunt. Suck my dick. Suck me off you filthy whore.
Something about seeing such an attractive white-woman kneeling submissively at the feet of such a menacing Black brute is just one of those things that always puts wood to my own weapon. The visionary delight of seeing the bitch" head bobbing as she is forcibly compelled to orally gratify her assailant's perverse desires, never fails to juice me. The stark color contrast of Black-on-blonde only heightens the excellence of the "show."
Susan: [starting to choke and gag as she is forced to accept the invading prick deeper into her mouth] ackkgh... Slurrrrpp... Goggghh... Unghhhhh... Sluuuurrp
Boy I hate trying to do sound effects. Substitute your own favorite cocksucking noises but just remember to keep them consistent with the fact that we have a normally rather subdued and respectable woman-of-integrity, suddenly being forced to deep-throat fourteen inches of Black cock. If the sheer physical duress of such an attempt wouldn't be enough to cause some considerable discomfort for the gorgeous, young super-wife than the fact that she feels that she is betraying her dear husband by being so totally conquered by this filthy, brutal animal is all that would be required to ensure that she suffers and struggles to prevent her oral debasement for the duration. Luckily for us, her struggles only heighten our enjoyment and Rage's.
The big, Black buck doesn't pull out till he's ready to shoot even as he threatens to suffocate Susan on his thick, fourteen inch cock. When he is ready for the money shot, he just yanks it back and lets her have it in the face. His sticky, gooey, white sperm erupts like a geyser from the Black head of his long cock and the first blast shoots straight back into Susan's mouth all the way to coat the back of her throat before beginning the slide down into her belly. A second eruption shoots out at a lower angle and splat soaks her tongue to ensure that she would be able to "enjoy" a full taste of his scummy spunk.
The sight of the proper heroine taking her facial is just pure beauty. Seeing her try to recoil from the spash-soaking and be held firmly in place as the young punk plays to the "audience" and aims his next volley of splurts up onto her forehead is any voyeur's idea of the ultimate show. Best of all, the Nigger shoots like some sort of fucking fire hose or something. Guess that radioactive shit might account for the corpus amounts of messy, gooey sperm the boy blasts onto Mrs. Fantastic's face cause even the porn star Peter North don't compare to the way this dude obliterates her with his thick coating of jizz. It runs down from her forehead into both her eyes... Along both sides of her nose, over her lips and dribbles off her chin in long strands of disgusting mess. I would say that Susan Storm resembles a glazed donut when Rage gets done "painting" her face but the fact is that no bakery was ever that generous with the icing as the Nigger was with his first sperming of the cum-drenched bitch.
Rage: How you like it, cunt? There is plenty more where it come from. Get down and kiss my balls with your gratitude, cunt cause there is more'n enough to makes sure you going to get knocked up good and proper with my Nigger seed just like mkarl instructed.
Wow. Poor Susan Storm; poor, cum-soaked, helpless, about-to-be-forcibly-impregnated with a half-breed bastard, Susan Storm. The sight of her being held down and force to kiss the Nigger's Black, baby-making seed filled balls just seems so surreal. Despite all her battle harden'd toughness, tears of raw humiliation start to well up in her baby-blue eyes to start washing the cum from her face.
Rage seams to get the same idea.
Rage You're a messy little bitch now. Maybe you need a cleaning.
Susan wasn't about to be returned to her peaceful bubble-bath she had been so rudely interrupted from earlier though. Instead, she was about to get cleaned R.A.P.E. Style.
It is a sight I never fail to get turned on by so forgive me if I lose my voice for a minuet while I watch the big, Black bastard piss all over Susan Storm's face.
Rage: [letting the flow start and taking care to aim a good amount into her mouth while still making sure to have enough to cover her head and face] "Take a shower, bitch."
Susan Storm is forced to endure the awesome humiliation of having this huge Nigger take his filthy piss onto her face. She tries to clamp her mouth shut tight but Rage reaches out with his powerful free hand and squeezes her lower face until she is forced to open again. He pisses long and wet into her mouth before returning to finish onto her face. Her body resembles a small waterfall as the filthy, wet piss cascades down her neck and drips from her full, firm tits. A small trickle snakes it's way down her belly and even wets her pussy hair.
Would it be very politically incorrect to observe how animal's mark their property with their piss??? The idea turns me on.
As Rage stands over the conquered heroine and shakes his dick in her face to get the last few drops out, the door to the conference room suddenly opens and there stands Mr.. Fantastic just in time to see the finish of his wife's indoctrination to the world of the human urinal.
Needless to say, the hero "springs" into action [actually it is more like "stretches"]
Rage turns just as Mr.. Fantastic starts to wrap himself around the half-naked assailant to try to save his wife.
Rage: You've got to be kidding.
All-RIGHT! The ability to be stretchy doesn't really amount to squat when dealing with someone who has the strength to rip you into pieces. I mean hands the can rend steel can certainly take a rubber man and start squishing him into a more compact shape.
Did you ever notice that Plastic Man can basically take on any shape he wants from suitcases to hang gliders, but all Mr.. Fantastic does is stretch. Kind of makes him a little undeserving of the name "Fantastic," if you ask me.
I mean his own real worth is his brain and it simply wasn't that smart to let Rage get his hands on him. Unfortunately for the squeamish out there, heros only get to make one mistake in mkarl's world.
Mr. Fantastic: [while Rage compacts him well beyond his ability to endure] Aghhh...
IW: [trying to look through her piss and cum soaked eyes as her poor husband gets done] "NOOOOOOO! You bastard, YOU'RE KILLING HIM!"
Rage: Continuing to squish Reed up and compact his "not-quite-flexible-enough" rubber body. Correction bitch, I killed him now shut that fucking screaming or I will do you next.
IW: [surging to her feat and charging the Black monster to beat futilely at his broad, powerful chest.] "I'LL KILL YOU. YOU FILT..."
A slight back hand from the brutal Black stops Susan mid-sentence and sends her backwards ten feet where she lands on her bare ass. It bruises more than her pride as the girl no longer is focused on her own shame, but just the hatred and horror of what has just happened and is happening to her true love.
Speaking of which, it was an idea of mine that I told the boy to do so let me take some pride in letting you all know that the reason Rage was squishing dead hubby's rubber body down was that he was shaping it into a dildo. A little coating of a hardening agent and we were going to make sure Susan wouldn't be without her husband for the rest of her time.
The kid should mind his strength though as that little backhand dazed her enough that I didn't really get a sense that she was totally aware of just what was about to be shoved into her cunt when Rage finally approached the bitch and took one of her legs to spread her wide.
Only in the comics. Huh? It is sick though. Getting dildo-raped by your own dead husband's body?!!?!
IW: OHMYGOD-OHMYGOD-OHMYGOD...
Yeah, she thinks it's sick all-right. Seems she is starting to freak out a little. Oh well, it is getting near that time to finish this up anyhow. Rage just dildo-rapes The Invisible Woman with the dead body of Mr.. Fantastic for a while longer as he tells her to "cum," and to "enjoy" herself.
Susan is almost totally froze up in shock and total despair as Rage finally stretches Mr.. Fantastic out to blanket size and puts Susan's naked ass onto her back right on top of her dead husband. Rage tells her repeatedly what she is laying on as he spreads her legs and than rapes her with his big cock. Susan is so lost in her mental breakdown that she doesn't even manage a good protest as she takes the Nigger's potent seed into her fertile, unprotected pussy.
Whether she would have recovered enough to enjoy the shame of her growing belly by the time she conceives will be info for a follow up chapter, but for now mkarl just doesn't allow me a hell of a lot of time to finish these things up after the rape has been administered, Surfice it to say, this was definitely another superslut who was destroyed. She will now join Wonder Woman and Psylocke in mkarl's maternity chambers while I guess I have a choice in whether we next look at Mary Marvel's Marvelous encounter with Mr. Mind, or Saturn Girl's Spanking for being a Slut Story.
Guess true believers can send me the vote of their interest [if any] to mkarl2000@hotmail.com
Hate mail is also willingly accepted. I write to make a statement and am interested in all feedback. Maybe you can be the one to make me fly right. Than again, maybe you just want to make sure your own heroine hottie is subjected to some wicked debasement.
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Mkarl
March 16/2000