Gathering Dusk Issue #3 – Dawnbringers

“Do you have everything?” Sam asked. “You don’t want to forget anything…”

Donna rolled her eyes, picking up the duffel bag. It was heavy, stuffed full with everything she owned that was worth anything to her. It was good her father had made her work out since she was a little girl… otherwise he might need to carry her bag out to the car when she was picked up, and that would have been the single most humiliating moment of her life. “Yes Dad,” she said, sighing. “I’m not going to China. I’m going to Manhattan. It’s like a twenty minute drive. Or two hours with traffic… you know, either way.” She grinned at him. “If I forgot something, I’ll come back and get it.”

He shook his head. “Still can’t believe you’re leaving. I thought I’d at least have until the end of summer, when you took off for college.”

“I did too,” Donna said, a little quieter than a teenager probably should be when thinking about leaving home. “But they asked me to come right away. Didn’t even want me finishing school… they just asked the school to graduate me.” Being technically a government agency had its perks, she supposed. Her diploma had come with less pomp and circumstance than she had imagined, but she had it framed in her bag anyway. It would be the only diploma she had for quite a while, probably… she would likely be too busy with the Dawnbringer’s to continue her education for a while. She could go back to school after she had made a name for herself as a hero perhaps, or after she retired.

“I’m really proud of you, Donna,” Sam said, embracing her. “We both are.”

The flame-red sports car came into view around the corner, and Donna writhed out of his embrace, hopefully before the superhero driving it saw. “I know Dad… stop embarrassing me,” she laughed, ducking out of his arms. “I love you both.”

The crimson Dodge Viper screeched to a stop at the curb. The man behind it – tall, black, with a shaved head and a warm smile – took off his sunglasses and grinned over at her. “Hey!” he said, taking Donna in with a glance. “God you’re beautiful. Sorry… Pleased to meet you!” he said, opening the door and walking around while Donna blushed furiously. “I’m Marcus.”

Donna blushed harder. Did… did he think she didn’t know who he was? Lancer was a legend. He and his brother Thermal had been the ones to reseal the well in the gulf after the Deepwater Horizon disaster… they had blasted it shut from the surface. They had been two of the youngest recruits to the Dawnbringers since it had been founded to make it out of training and stay with the team. The two of them were among the most common Dawnbringers for people to see on the TV – they put in the most public appearances these days, since Baldur was usually too busy keeping the world from falling apart.

“I know,” Donna said lamely before holding out her own hand. “Donna.”

“Very, very pleased to meet you at last Donna,” he grinned. Instead of shaking her hand, he bent and kissed it, giving her a shit eating grin like he knew he was making her dad crazy. “I’ve been looking forward to this. Get in… I’ll take you to your new home.”

For a second, Donna considered opening a portal beneath her bag and depositing it into the backseat of the convertible rather than look ridiculous trying to lift it over the lip, but she didn’t want to look like she used her power for stupid, frivolous things, so instead she suffered through the process of getting it into the car. Marcus watched with obvious amusement, and Donna started blushing again.

“Should have just used a portal,” he said with a grin. “Moving stuff seems like what it’s good at, right?” He got into the car, and Donna felt like a fool, blushing yet again as she opened her own door and got in.

“Love you sweetheart!” Sam called out. “Call us soon!”

She turned to answer, but Marcus spoke first. “Don’t you worry pops. We’ll take great care of her for you. Promise.” Then he stepped on the gas and they raced off. Donna turned to look towards her dad, but a second later they were out of sight, leaving him behind.

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Sunrise Tower was… ostentatious.

Located in the middle of Manhattan, the building was the new tallest in New York, catching every glittering ray of the sun as it struck the city. The top few floors, the headquarters of the superhero group that protected the world, was gilded in solid gold so it shone like a beacon in the bright light. If she hadn’t grown up with it, Donna might have considered it tacky.

She loved it.

The lower floors were a normal office building, one of the most expensive in the city, but the heroes didn’t need to deal with that… they were the reason its space was in so much demand. A man at the door took Marcus’ car for him, and hefting her bag like it was nothing, he lead her through the lobby to one huge, central elevator that shot them up into the sky fast enough to make it feel like her stomach was in her feet. Then it stopped, and she emerged into a place she had only seen on television before… the home of the Dawnbringers.

Tall ceilinged, it looked like an ancient temple of white marble, beautifully carved and built by master artisans. The floor was a rich red carpet that contrasted with the white and the gold, and everything just looked impossibly clean to Donna, impossibly fine. And sitting on the couch were a pair of superheros.

Mammoth lived up to his name… he was more than seven feet tall, and seemed as wide as two men side by side. Even sitting down he was nearly the same height as her. Sitting next to him on the couch was a man with skin unusually coarse and lined, someone she could immediately recognize as Gnarl… a man with the power to harden any part of his body stronger than steel. The two of them were just… sitting there, watching the television and relaxing. Donna shook her head, clearing the daze from it. Of course they were. They lived here. They lived here… and now so did she!

Until this moment, none of it had felt real to her.

“The new girl is here, Lucas,” he said as he dragged her bag in. “I ought to make you carry this,” he grumbled, glancing over at the huge hero.

He turned, focusing his gaze on Donna, and she blushed despite herself. “Welcome to the party!” Mammoth – Lucas – said with a grin. “Show her her room… I think Hellen finished getting it ready for her. I’ll let the big man know she’s here.”

“Right this way,” Marcus said, dropping her bag on the floor. “We can worry about that later,” he said with a grin. “Let me show you your accommodations.” He took her up a staircase of marbled stone, and turned down a hallway before stopping at the room all the way at the end. He opened the door and stepped inside, Donna following after. The room wasn’t much to look at… a mostly plain room with a few cabinets, a bed, an attached bathroom. It was actually smaller than her room at her parent’s house.

It was the most wonderful thing she had ever seen.

Donna skipped over to the lone window of her new room, putting her palms flat against its surface as she gazed outside. From here, normal skyscrapers looked like measly pillars jutting out of the earth! A privileged few of the more impressive high-rises achieved respectable altitudes. But none of them compared to Sunrise Tower. Their true neighbors were the clouds!

She felt like she had the world at her feet.

Spinning on her heels, a perplexed look crossed her face as she saw something that she had failed to notice upon entering. Flanking her door, there was posed a golem-like statue, seemingly composed of some like of ceramic or hard plastic. The thing was huge, the size of an upright gorilla… It sported hulking shoulder-muscles, simian arms, a humped backside, and a neckless head whose expression was as minimalistic as it was fiendish, eyes and mouths mere slits.

“What’s that?” she absentmindedly asked, pointing straight at it like a child.

Still grinning by the opened doorway, Marcus took a gander at the creature and almost performed a double-take, beholding it as something he had even forgot existed. “Oh those!” he exclaimed. “They are Savra’s Sentinels… she’s made a lot of them. They’re just guards… you know, in case of intruders, or an attack. They don’t see much action, as you might imagine.” He shrugged. “Since they normally don’t move or even show any signs of life at all, their existence tends to slip our minds. I even forgot to tell you about them.”

“I hope I’ll be able to sleep with one of those in my room,” Donna skittishly replied, trying not to show herself struck by its stature. The thing really did look quite terrifying.

“Oh you’ll learn to sleep with them just fine,” Marcus promised. “Savra has an entire legion of these things around here.” He chuckled lightly, like he’d just made a funny joke.

Donna lay one hand on the golem as she nodded, trying to get used to its presence. A legion of them…

Savra, real name Hellen, was truly a master of animation, the mass-deployment option for the Dawnbringers. Her power, as Donna understood it, was a thaumaturgic ability to bring inanimate objects to life. Donna pictured the woman in her mind’s eye, raven-haired and lithely built, standing in a black-and-green form-fitting outfit while overseeing her countless creations. She’d first come to people’s attention in the wake of the September 11th attacks, with a horde of metal and plastic and clay constructs rushing into the burning towers to drag out survivors. In journalistic reports she always wore such a reserved mien, as if stolidly concentrating on directing their movements. She was married to fellow superhero Puppet, who had the similar ability of constructing and spiritually possessing humanoid dolls that he used to battle against the super villains of the world. With army-makers like those two at their side, how could the Dawnbringers ever lose?

“Something wrong?” Marcus asked, walking over and cupping her chin so as to raise it upright. Without pausing, he then re-positioned both fists onto her shoulders, thumb-stroking the groves of her collarbone. Lancer’s ripped musculature didn’t look lacking in comparison with the brawny golem, nor did his towering stature.

“N-Nothing!” she chirped, giving off a nervous titter while waving away his hands. The youth scurried sidewards and hopped onto her mattress, twisting in mid-air so to land on her rump. “I’m just… excited, that’s all!”

The black man followed after her, his casual outgoing nature a bit daunting. It still felt so unreal for her to think of these metahumans as her potential colleges. A day ago she had been sitting behind a school desk, worshiping them from afar like everybody else, seeing them as the sort of icons that you put on golden pedestals. Now, she was going to be working alongside them. Did that make her a Dawnbringer? No… not yet. Oracle still had to accept her. The old man might not even do so… This could all have been just some grievous misunderstanding, the News-media having blown her powers out of proportions to get a good story…

Oh God! She hadn’t even thought about that. What if she was placed in front of the leader of the Dawnbringers, and the telekinetic took one good look at her and just laughed that she wasn’t the girl they were looking for before sending her packing back to home. Prickly nervousness started breaking out all across her skin, making it difficult to concentrate. This was the biggest moment of her life, what if she blew it?

Marcus arrived at her side, looming. Had he really just touched her chin and shoulders? Saito had barely registered the inappropriateness of the gesture. It seemed an odd thing to do even for someone as outgoing as him.

Just as Lancer seemed about to say something, a blonde beauty appeared in the doorway, leaning against its frame. Keeping her arms defensively folded, her icy blue gaze scanned the room, looking particularly nonplussed. Donna forgot completely about her woes… feeling abruptly starstruck as she gawked stupidly. Echo… that was Echo!

Outside of the twins and Baldur, Sarah – Echo – was one of the most well-advertised superheroes on the planet, chiefly due to her classical All-American good-looks. This media publicity didn’t always go over seamlessly though, since her amazing powers of precognition lent the southern beauty an almost indefinable air of haughty aloofness. Some speculated that due to this ability to foresee the near future and all its perils, Echo was actually the strongest member of the Dawnbringer, though the group itself publicly scoffed at such questions.

This perceived arrogance fused with her bombshell beauty gave Sarah the persona of a head-cheerleader, the girl at the top of the clique. Echo wasn’t Donna’s type, but she couldn’t deny that the woman simply radiated raw sex appeal. Voluminous locks cascaded down her highly curvaceous figure which presently lay encased in a tight blue outfit, its mixture of cerulean and azure creating a very eye-catching contrast with her sun-blonde mane. She never bothered to hide this inborn voluptuousness, her chest and hips swelling very generously on her statuesque frame, giving her some truly model-like proportions… just like some Amazonian heroine out of a legend.

The gorgeous woman took a gander at Donna, showing little emotion. Then her glacier-blue pupils cast themselves upon Lancer, moving back to Donna again, then back to Lancer. Echo broke out into a sudden laughter, guffawing so hard that her chest bobbed. “I’ll tell the others it’s almost time,” she told Lancer, swirling around and gliding off with such energy that her hair swayed in the air.

Donna blinked. “What was that all about?” she asked aloud, confused.

“Don’t bother yourself with Echo,” Marcus replied, sitting down and placing his big hand upon Donna’s bare knee. “Bother yourself with me.”

Donna observed that black fist with a look of complete incomprehensibility, not at all understanding what was going on. He started stroking it around, sliding downwards against the soft inner skin of her thigh, and then up towards her womanhood. The purple-haired girl bolted upright, holding out her hands in a defensive gesture. “Wait! I… I’m sorry,” she sputtered, embarrassed as hell. “I must have been sending the wrong signals! You’ve—”

He sprung off the bed like a panther, stalking towards her with a toothy grin. Placed on the back foot, Donna retreated until her back bumped against the rear wall, the expression on her face growing more ashamed and aghast the closer he got. The teenager flattened herself completely against the wall as he kept approaching, trying to prevent another touch for as long as possible.

“Thermal and I… we get a lot of female fans due to our publicity,” he said, voice deep as if trying to sound seductive. “That translates into a lot of horny groupies… and girl, you got the look of a prime limo-bouncer!” A sneer crossed his handsome face. “I knew you wanted some one-on-one time with me the moment I saw you,” he concluded, closing the distance between them. As her outstretched arms connected with his muscular abdomen, he pushed through so that they were folded by the elbow. They went body-to-body, Donna’s lithe frame utterly smothered by his overwhelming size and strength.

Donna felt frozen, feeling the warmth of his body radiating onto her, full-on goosebumps of horror breaking out on her skin at the touch. “D… Don’t. Please!” she peeped, so stunned that she was unable to push back despite the pounding of her heart.

“Don’t worry, I’ll invite Trevon over. He digs sexy goth-chicks like you. Don’t feel left out… you’ll get the both of us! After all, the two of us do everything together,” he said with a sneer. Hearing the often repeated media catch-phrase repeated to her in this context felt alien, wrong… unreal. Like this was some odd joke. It couldn’t be happening…

Marcus’s aggressive hands started exploring all over her body, streaking up-and-down virgin curves like a painter dragging his roller over a fresh canvas. He was most interested in molesting her breasts where they pushed out from her chest, groping them greedily through the fabric of her thin shirt while keeping her body pinned. Growing more excited, one hand dropped down to her hips and started wedging itself against the flattened swellings of her rear, wishing to cup that supple ass-cheek and give it a proper squeeze. Donna still felt frozen, shocked… she could barely push back against his arm, and when she did the hero only fought harder to get the handhold. An abrupt urge to scream filled Donna. She had never been touched in any of these intimate places before… not even by Em. She attempted to unleash the bellow, yet the horror running through her body left her so paralyzed that the cry seemed stuck in her vocal-cords. It was as if she was losing control of herself… She didn’t know what to do! Oh God why didn’t he stop!?

“C’mon!” he grunted, growing ever more forceful. “Spread your legs” he added, forcing a knee between them so to separate her thighs. “I hope you have a tight cunt, girl…”

“Niiaaaah!” the teen finally uttered, her wall-affixed body erupting into spasms.

“Lancer! What the hell are you doing!?” an astonished yet clearly outraged voice called from the hallway.

Donna heard the thunder of his footsteps before them man himself appeared. Her liberator stormed in like a blast of air, Marcus tumbling off her as if tackled by a linebacker. There was a confusion of wrestling as the man grappled to subdue her molester, pushing Marcus towards the floor so that the black man broke off and scrambled away to his feet.

“It’s cool, man! It’s cool!” Marcus rapidly babbled. “She wanted it! I don’t know why she started crying, I did nothing wrong!” The large man kept his palms upraised as her savior, a man even larger than him, kept hounding after him. Lancer received a shove towards the door than sent him violently colliding against its frame, spinning as he exited the apartment. He kept pleading his innocence while retreating down that hallway.

“Get out Lancer! Stay in the lobby until I come for you!” her savior yelled furiously after him, standing by the threshold. The man turned, facing Donna. “Are you hurt?” he asked.

She… was hurt. Her knees had almost buckled and her stomach was so nauseated that she felt forced to clutch it with both hands or risk it falling. Still, a ray of hope felt like it had fallen on the crestfallen teenager’s visage. It was him! He had come for her! Her rescuer was no other than Baldur himself!

“Let’s get you on the bed,” Baldur stated when she failed to respond, walking up to her and easily hefting the lithe teenager off the ground. Donna allowed herself to be carried and sat down gingerly upon its mattress, feeling like someone saved from a burning building. It wasn’t the introduction to her idol she would have chosen. Grasping her shoulder in a familial gesture, he sat down beside her while inspecting the girl like a delicate vase to make sure nothing was broken. “I’m so sorry that you had to experience that. God, I can’t believe what came over Lancer! He usually has so many girls around tha—” Baldur gabbed.

Donna sobbed. She was hurt… yet now everything was alright. She couldn’t believe that it had happened either. Lancer seemed so fun-loving and approachable when he was on TV. The thought of him being such a… such a… a rapist… It just seemed unreal. It all seemed imaginary, like the muddled memories of a terrifying nightmare. Yet, she already sensed that she was in a safe place and that she was going to come through this bad experience in one piece. It had been a close call, but… because of Baldur, it wasn’t. She leaned her head against his shoulder, sobbing while supporting herself on his unbelievable gallantry.

He was a true hero.

Baldur’s hand left her shoulder, wrapping itself around her backside instead. “So… you didn’t answer his question. Your cunt still tight?”

Donna frowned, her chin jerking upright. What had he said? “W- What?”

“I asked… is your cunt tight, girl?”

Wide-eyed, her neck yanked to the side so to behold him head… and what she saw slashed jagged daggers through Donna’s already damaged heart. The man in front of her was not Baldur, not the Baldur she had seen in a hundred videos and TV special. This thing was but a facsimile, a cruel and twisted version of her beloved hero. His baby-blue pupils had somehow turned into psychopathic crystals that displayed no humanity, glaring predatory at her while his head bobbed lightly in a soundless cackle. A wide grin ran from ear-to-ear, toothy and mocking like a deranged joker. It was the look of an unrepentant sadist with complete contempt for her very being. Under that gaze, Donna felt like a mouse trapped in a snake’s shadow.

“Did you really think I was going to care about my friend feeling-up some insipid Ant?” he questioned, the muted laughter suddenly ringing out in high derision.

Donna’s soul plummeted beneath her feet. She felt empty like a void. For just a single second longer, she felt frozen… then some reptilian instinct in her brain began pulsing. She was in danger… more danger than she had ever been in. Somehow, she knew that it was flee or die.

Leaping, she flew halfway across the room before Baldur managed to clasp her ankle. She crashed into the ground and sprawled, clawing at the ground as she attempted to crawl away. She gazed back at the huge man, astonished. “You still haven’t told me if your cunt is tight or not, Ant!” he snarled, rising upright as he licked his lips. “I think I’m going to have to find out myself. Bitch, you’re going to be wishing that I just let Marcus rape you instead,” he said, starting a one-handed fidget with his belt-buckle.

Donna opened a portal beneath her to the other side of the room, dropping through and emerging out by the window to the side, back on her feet instantly. The sudden drop disoriented Baldur enough for him to unhand his grip in mid-flight. Momentarily freed, her nerves pumped in an overpowering urge to flee. She had chosen the window because it was the first thing to come into her mind. The musclebound blonde hero seemed more bemused than anything, cocking one eyebrow. He reached for her, and Donna dropped another portal beneath her feet — making her fall into the hallway instead.

Positioned within that passage, she grasped frantically for some avenue of escape. She had waypoints set up back home, but they were all too small for her to step through herself… just ones to grab tools or supplies. Once she got out of here, she swore to herself she would never, ever make that mistake again… she’d always have a bolt hole or two set up as a waypoint. It didn’t help her now, though… she needed to think through the problem, not think about what she should have done better.

They were on the top floor. They were way too high up for her to simply teleport to ground-level. She could leave the building and drop, but without some preparation that would just get her killed. The elevator… it was the only way down. She needed to make it there, then she was free. But which way was it? This place that had seemed so grand just minutes suddenly felt huge and disorienting. As she looked around frantically, she abruptly spotted Echo leaning against a doorway, watching her.

“Help! I’m being attacked by…” she began to shout, life-long instincts spurring her to call for the aid of superheroes when in trouble. Then she realized that she was speaking to Echo. And was being persued by Baldur. And she was inside Sunrise Tower. Their home.

They were all in on it. All the Dawnbringers were after her!

The blonde giggled upon witnessing deep dismay set itself upon Donna’s visage, like a tourist observing a show. “Having fun yet darling?” she asked.

Baldur came smashing through the wall, his unbelievable strength scattering masonry and marble like a freight train had just come plowing through. The purple-haired teen sheltered her face with both forearms, lowering it only to see Andrew Ericsson’s gloating visage. He looked like a frenzied bloodhound reveling in the hunt. “I’m gonna get that sweet teenage cunt around my cock…” he snarled, right as Saito zipped away through another aperture her power had opened. “And fighting for it will only make it swe-”

The portal closing cut off his words. Donna emerged back into the lobby. It’s vast spaciousness and vaulted ceiling now only inspiring menace and foreboding. The impeccable cleanness and regal decor were mere veils for a hidden evil. She was in a villain’s lair.

Casting her gaze towards the elevator, the young woman’s heart nearly imploded. Its double-doors were opened yet inside that square-shaped box stood Mammoth, waiting lazily with arms folded across his burly chest, his immensity almost filling its entire space. It would be impossible for her to teleport there and not end up in his clasp. This was a disaster! She had nowhere to flee!

Laughter was directed at her from many different directions. Lancer and Thermal lounged by the sumptuous sofa which Mammoth had previously occupied. One of those nearly identical twins beamed an shit-eating grin. That one was Marcus. He was mirthful over having her fooled. The set-up with him and Baldur had just been some kind of mocking, callous trick to torment her… that much was obvious now. Gnarl leaned against the nearby wall with the television, a big smirk on his face. In their opposite direction stood the couple of Savra and Puppet. The man himself wasn’t present, merely represented by one of his life-like, redhaired dolls that had been imbued with his spirit. He stood a head taller than his demure wife, the raven-haired woman being the only one who was merely chuckling instead of cackling.

Lastly, she gazed towards the hallway-adjacent stairway from where she had arrived. A wiry-built Japanese man stood by its lowest step, greeting her as scornfully as everybody else. His real name was Akira, but he was better known by his superhero nomenclature Shinra. The man possessed mastery over gravity and its pull, being able to push things towards or away from him with incredible force.

This was half of the Dawnbringer line-up, half of her icons! They had all rendezvoused here in this lobby just to have her cornered. But why!? These people were heroes! Members of the Dawnbringer, some of whom had been members back when Baldur and Oracle and the others had finally brought down Midnight’s reign of terror! Why were they after her!? The uncertainty of these answers tossed gasoline onto the flames of her panic.

“Looks like we’ve caught ourselves a little superheroine impostor!” the voice of Baldur cried out, emerging at the topmost part of the stairway alongside Echo. “Did you really think we were going to take you in for stopping a couple of cops from helping themselves to some back-alley floozies?”

Trapped like a rat in a box, Donna assumed a two-fisted fighting-stance, her martial tutelage under her father finally kicking in. Now she had no chance but to physically defend herself. Even if it was Baldur she was battling. “Why are you doing this!” she pleaded.

“I’ve already told you!” he replied, laughing. “I want that Ant pussy!”

Leaping off the stairway at her, Baldur’s fall turned into controlled flight right at her midway down. Rocketing towards her with both fists raised, the fighting instincts that her father had worked so hard to drill into her screamed that there was an opening. Spinning, Donna delivered a thunderous wheel kick straight onto his incoming jaw… and she send herself flying backward backwards from the impact, stumbling to regain her footing on an abruptly aching foot. That kick would have been enough to stun a rampaging bull.

Baldur just stood there, setting down on his feet. “Ouch, that hurt,” he joked, tauntingly scratching his chin.

Pale-faced with fear, Donna realized how foolish this was… who she was fighting. Of course it didn’t hurt him! He was the strongest of all the Dawnbringers! He was invincible. Cold mortality begun to set itself into the marrow of her bones. She couldn’t give up! Activating a way point towards her supplies, she pulled a staff out from the the pink ring.

“Oh, look out boys, she has a weapon,” Lancer snickered from the side where he was watching the show.

Narrowing her eyes, she circled, called up a few portals, and went to work. Glowing waypoints appeared at all of the man’s weak points, blind spots, pressure points. She sent punches and kicks and strikes with the haft or end of the staff through them directed at his kneecaps, the back of his skull, his belows, his throat, the tail of his spine. All of them he either effortlessly dodged or absorbed while appearing smugly unaffected. Striking his skin was like landing blows on a mountain! Then a rounded portal popped into existence between his legs and a sidekick flew through aimed at the groin… which he clasped around the shin and squeezed so hard that Donna screamed.

“Naughty naughty!” he exclaimed. With her limb gripped, he could have done nearly anything he wanted with her… instead, he just let her go and let her pull back her aching leg. When she retracted it through the portal, it was it was so numb that she could barely place it on the floor. He was playing with her. He could end this any time he wanted. This man who claimed to be Baldur merely wanted her to suffer and grow ever-more desperate.

And as much as it terrified her, it pissed Donna off.

His eyes, she decided. Was any part of him less invincible than the others? She would have to find out. Creating another duo of interconnected portals, her pointed fingers slammed through the them yet was likewise caught before reaching its intended target. She immediately withdrew, managing to yank her entire limb out of the waypoint, but this time Baldur was still holding on! His clutching hand had followed through the egress alongside her extremity — jutting outwards on her end by the joint of the elbow — effectively existing in two different points of space at once.

The man grinned maniacally, looking like someone trying to pull a mouse through a crack in the wall, not realizing what trouble he was in. Donna had been granted her winning opportunity… if she were but to close her portal, then his entrapped limb would assuredly be severed! She had tried the trick on steel rods and they were chopped in twine like twigs. But… she had never done it to a person, before. Closing that portal would involve maiming someone, crippling the most legendary hero of all time and most likely resulting in his death by blood loss. She had never considered using her power on another person like that before… the mental hurdles of needing to kill a man scuffled within her conscience.

Could she really do it?

“Get your cunt over here, Ant!” he cried, trying to haul her through the portal.

Shutting her eyes, Donna closed her portal.

The supernatural opening’s shimmering edges enclosed around him like a butcher’s cleaver. The rims slashed his bulging thews and then… stopped! Instead of hearing the sounds of sliced meat and spurting arteries, the terrified girl heard something more like to a scalding frizzle, like a fully-blasting welding-torch being directed at some ultra-resistant material. Opening her eyes, she looked on with horror to find her deathtrap foiled. The portal had not cloven Baldur’s arm as she had been expecting… instead, it had stopped when it hit the limb. A faint golden glow was glimmering against the top of his skin, holding back that rupture in space-time. Donna recognized the glow for what it was, an immense expenditure of whatever power he projected from himself as a weapon… and it was strong enough to fight back her powers like they were nothing.

Her stomach did a flip.

“You stupid bitch! You thought you could kill me? I am invincible!” he snarled, one lonesome sweat-drop streaking down his forehead the only sign of any strain at all… and incredible energy poured from him, the power that made him a god among men emerging from his cells to forced her portal further open despite Donna’s best efforts to make it close. For the first time, she really felt like an Ant.

When it was large enough, Ericksson started pulling, hauling the teenager through on his side. The teenager went through the waypoints kicking and screaming, panicking as she emerged next to him. A quick gut-punch buckled her legs. A knee absolutely floored her. Baldur rubbed his elbow, grimacing as if the area stung. That was the most she had done… annoy him. She hadn’t even left a mark. “Bitch,” he growled.

A groggy Donna attempted to crawl, still on her hands and knees. Somehow, she made it several meters away from him. Then he jumped over her figure, feet stomping down in front of her head. She yelped and sprawled around, heading off in the opposite direction.

An blanketing invisible force suddenly pinned Donna onto the ground, splayed out like a flatted frog about to be cut open. The wiry Japanese man stepped forward, holding out his palm in an eagle-grip so to direct his gravitational energy. It was as if some heavy piece of furniture lay over her entire person. Immobilized, Baldur ambled up to her, placing the sole of his boot onto her ass… but he wasn’t even looking at her. He was glaring at Shinra. “Did I ask for your help?” he spat. “You think I need help with a bug like this?”

Shinra held up his hands in surrender. “Course not,” he said. “Just having fun.”

The pressure promptly vanished. Saito sprawled like an animal, managing to turn belly-up before his hands were upon her. Baldur held her down, grinning as he did so. In her terror, Donna attempted to lift him off her… It was utterly useless. She might as well be trying to lift a house. Then it dawned on her… he just did this to watch her struggle. It was merely amusement to him. His arms were industrial vises and she could never escape while they remained clasped. Defeated and forlorn, she ceased struggling, instead starting to cry at the desperate futility of her quest.

All the Dawnbringers gathered around them, mocking her with gloating faces. The sole exception was Mammoth. The mountain of a man retreated to his sofa, seemingly utterly disinterested in what was transpiring.

“P-Please, I’ll do anything. Just don’t… ra… rap…” she managed to whisper, trying to close her legs… but the huge man pinned one of them beneath one of his feet.

“Pussy always feels the best when you have to work for it,” Baldur exclaimed, unzipping his pants. “Don’t you guys think so too?”

There came mild chuckles, even from the women. Thermal and Lancer crouched down, stretching out lone fingers whose tips started blazing like miniature torches. These they dragged all over Donna’s figure, severing clothes in twine wherever they went. The youth was quickly being rendered naked, protected only by rags. “NOOO!” she screamed as her idol tore them off, leaving her butt-naked upon the smooth marble. Instantly, ravenous eyes fell upon her pussy-mound and breasts, wishing to inspect what they looked like. Her entire skin inflamed with acute humiliation. The longer this went on the more she came to understand how evil they were. She was just some callous source of entertainment for them. These so-called protectors were nothing but lecherous predators.

“Taut and supple, just like a teenager should be!” Puppet commented.

“Better than I would have expected,” Gnarl exclaimed. “Out of a cock-starved dyke.”

“Is she really a rag muncher?” Thermal asked.

“Says here she is,” Echo replied, her southern drawl lazy. She had procured a file from somewhere and was flipping through it. “Had a girlfriend and everything. But it also says that she’s most definitively a virgin! Jesus, Andrew. I think you’re about to leave a gigantic impression on her!” she chuckled.

The youth’s skin bristled. How had they gathered all that information about her? They knew all about her… how thoroughly had they planned all of this?

“That’s just what I wanted. A pristine pussy just for me!” Baldur answered, shuffling and push so to uncover his bare crotch while still holding her against the floor.

Donna went bug-eyed as she saw what he had uncovered. Protruding between his muscular thighs was a humongous flesh-club… That still semi-dormant manhood was already the size of her forearm! Its vastness left her terrified, a hollow fear that made her delicate womanhood ache just as the thought of it. Re-positioning himself between her knees, he reached for her pubic-mound. Saito’s heart nearly exploded upon feeling her velvety vaginal-folds grasped by male fingers and pulled apart.

“Cherry Ant girl… How sweet of you to save it just for me!” Andrew taunted, casually jerking his cock to full-blooded hardness. “I guess I’ll have to cure this would-be heroine of her teenage lesbianism! If one man can do it, then it’s me!”

“Nooowhohoho!” Donna voraciously wailed as Baldur placed his engorged dick against her innocence, fidgeting his hips into position on-top of her loins. The tiny, natural barrier was now all that protected her depths from that cruel, thick rod. Even though she had known she was gay since she was about twelve, Donna had more than once imagined that her hero, Baldur, might be the one man she might be willing to sleep with… that she wouldn’t find the idea of him disgusting. Never once had she imagined it anything like this. She had always thought her first time would be with Emily. Sensing that fearsome knob-shaped bigness push against her quim, a new sense of apprehension overcame her. The size-disparity between their reproductive organs was so dramatic that Donna had no idea how he could possibly make it fit. She would have done anything, anything in the entire world, to have his length away from her at any cost.

“Please, I beg of you!” she earnestly pleaded. “Not like this. Don’t do this… I don’t… I don’t want to lose my virginity like this!” Tears streaked down her frightened face.

“You dumb Ant whore!” Baldur growled. “I’m about to grant you the highest honor you could ever be bestowed! Get ready for some superhero cock!” Then he sealed her fate by slamming his hips forward.

Donna wailed out a pitched scream as she was penetrated, tremendous pain engulfing her abruptly overstuffed pussy. He had rammed his massive rod right through her, uncaring about her natural tightness and how much taking a woman like that would hurt a normal man – the invincible Baldur just  brute-forced his entry into her with one powerful thrust. Thoroughly impaled, the freshly deflowered girl already felt like she was going to be split in two, his big tool jutting into her! Baldur’s toughened cockhead had savagely collided with her cervix and was unyieldingly pressing down against that tender opening. Pushing harder, he ground his rod and her raped quim together as if wanting to skewer her womb, causing the inexperienced virgin immense amounts of agony.

“Y-You’re killin-meee-guuaahhh!!! she protested, choking on her woes, face so contorted that it was nothing but lines. Her lamentations did not mitigate his pressure one bit as she pushed against his arms, punching at him. She tried kicking at his legs, she even punched him across the face… he didn’t react to any of it. He just pushed into her so forcefully that the veins in his mighty thews bulged.

“Take that you fucking bitch!” Baldur snarled in-between clenched teeth, unleashing a longwinded gasp and then starting to pump his hips instead. With a pussy-punishing rhythm established, he craned his head back and yelled “God, I love correcting teenage lesbian cunts!”

Donna’s furrowed, silken vagina had become a nexus of pain. He jabbed and plunged his dick into that recently opened pit, ass bobbing up and down atop her gash to buffet her repeatedly. The teen’s blossoming body absorbed every brutal thrust, becoming a punching-bag for his cock that suffered abuse after abuse for his pleasure. Baldur groaned while he pummeled her, brows stiffened as if experiencing a vast amount of bliss. “Fuck this pussy is hugging me so tight! It’s trying to squeeze my dick to death whenever I thrust in! Yeah, this bitch is loving this!” he informed his comrades.

“Typical Ant,” Echo jeered, fidgeting with a few locks of her hair.

The lie couldn’t have been larger. Donna wasn’t enjoying this at all. With her pussy-tunnel utterly unlubed, mere muscle-power was all that was driving his cock inward. She was effectively being bashed against the floor over and over, the energy bearing down on her far exceeding even the pin she had felt Shinra’s power put her beneath. He had destroyed her virginity and was now bulldozing her vaginal innards… and yet the most painful part of it all was that it was Baldur doing it. Her hero! The man she had looked up to most! Donna had ardently believer in heroism, in valor, in the good-heartedness of these people. Now all of that was being raped away by Andrew Ericson, deadening her very soul as his roughly humping crotch kept pounding into her.

“Shit! This hoe is so tight… I’m going to cum in this slut!” the herculean man quipped, his brawny cock caught in the hot friction of her tight sex. Grimacing intensely, Saito heard the very thing she desperately wished to avoid. He was going to… his dick was going to explode inside her! It wasn’t enough that he had smashed her dreams and robbed away her virginity, he was now also going to turn her pussy into a swamp with his disgusting, virile seed.

“Please, god, no!” she begged as she kept reaching for him… grabbing at his neck, at his eyes, at his ear. Nothing. He barely needed to notice. It was like running her fingertips over stainless steel.

With her twat blazing as if rubbed by sandpaper, Baldur hilted himself completely, conjoining them as snugly as possible. In that intimately locked-up state, he grunted in pleasure as she felt his balls contracting against her body… and then in one white-hot moment of anguish and despair, Donna felt her rapist’s sperm flood into her, that conquering seed splurging against her delicate womanhood and rendering it sullied. Experiencing Baldur’s seamen within her was like some sort of epiphany of horror, making her gape as if eliciting soundless screams.

“Hahaha! Shit that was quicker than usual for you Andrew!” Lancer exclaimed. “We’ve caught ourselves a natural cock-sleeve, then! This Ant-bitch is going to be a real entertaining toy. I can’t wait to teach her some new tricks.”

“That’s what you Ants get for trying to steal the spotlight away from real heroes,” Echo scoffed, sounding like she really believed that Donna deserved it. What was the matter with these people!?

With his pleasure-spasms ended and his cock finally still inside her, Baldur unceremoniously pulled out. Behind him, he left a sordid and gooey mess. Those abused cunt-walls were yawning obscenely open and had been rendered absolutely viscid with cloudy-white jizz. Donna’s womanhood didn’t enclose fully even after he exited, remaining frozen in the contours of his cock as if thoroughly traumatized by its presence.

“Well, that was great!” the blonde man commented, rising upright and scratching his junk. “Well worth the trouble we had to go through to get her here. Who wants to be next? Time to teach this Ant her new place in life…”

Donna couldn’t believe that those words had come from the lips of her idol. This whole episode stung the adolescent like a pierced heart. It felt unreal. She wished it to be unreal. How could the Dawnbringers to this to her!? She was so hurt, so strung, that she was slow to let his words sink it. Slowly, she realized that, no matter how horrible this experience had been, that it was merely the beginning of what was to come. Baldur hadn’t tricked her here just to be violated once… he was already passing her off to the next on of her heroes.

As the Dawnbringers jeered and bantered between themselves, a far door opened in the spacious lobby. Footsteps approached the group. Gazing through the colonnade of legs surrounding her, Donna discerned that this new arrival was male and carrying a big briefcase.

“Just when we needed you, Doc!” Baldur exclaimed.

Doc dropped his luggage, going down on one knee while unlocking it, Donna looking at him with hopeless eyes without bothering to lift her head. If the others weren’t going to help her… he certainly wasn’t. Vladimir, best known by the Alias Doc, hadn’t always been a hero. He was a paroled, and supposedly, reformed, supervillain who had spent the last decade with the Dawnbringers by serving as their quartermaster and medic. His real expertise was that of a scientific mastermind, having invented many of the gadgets that the superheroes equipped themselves with. Middle-aged and bespeckled with dark lenses whose rims were perfectly rounded, Donna became abruptly sure that he wasn’t nearly as reformed as the media, and the Dawnbringers, claimed he was.

While fidgeting with the content of his case, the Russian scientist glanced over at her, smiling coldly. “This new Ant looks so youthful and spry. Good. I can already tell that she’ll last longer than the other ones.”

“Just give her the knock-up drugs. The birth-control pill or whatever it’s called. I left quite a virile mess within that cooch,” Baldur callously remarked.

“Good thinking, Andrew,” Savra chuckled. “We don’t want poor Doc to have to give another Ant an full-on abortion because of you.”

“You talking about the redhead?” Thermal said with a chuckle. “Nah, that kid would have been black as night. All mine! Or… maybe Lancer’s…”

“The pill can come later,” Doc replied stepping over to her as Donna’s guts knotted deepening terror. Another Ant? So… she wasn’t the first one they had lured into Sunrise Tower and raped? She had never heard anything about anything like that… it had never made the internet or the news… what had happened to her? The ease with which they conversed about these previous victims disconcerted her deeply. Despite her nerves being absolutely frazzled with trauma, her skin crawled at these horrid implications. She had heard about none of this! No missing reports in relation to Sunrise Tower. No rumored recruits that vanished into thin air. They had all been covered up! The Dawnbringers had been violating women like her for an extended period of time and not a soul knew a thing about it!

This meant… it meant that there was no chance that the police were going to come for her. Even her parents wouldn’t suspect anything was wrong until the weeks began to drag. She was all alone in here. Donna was on her own.

Then, just as Donna was opening her mouth to give voice to her concerns, Echo laughed. The blonde clairvoyant was looking right at her, giggling as if she had just read her mind. “Poor little Ant has no idea why she’s here. Baldur, why don’t you tell her?” she said.

The musclebound man grinned wolfishly at having been given the opportunity. “It’s real simple, actually. The previous Ant we had around here, eh… well, lets just say she wasn’t any use to us anymore and leave it at that. Then you appeared on TV, acting like a real superhero when you’re in fact nothing but a pathetic wannabe. There is nothing that galls me more than watching fakers like you take credit away from the achievements of actual superheroes like us. Don’t you know that we put our life on the line? Don’t you know that we’re the only thing holding back chaos? My first thought was just to have you crippled or make you… vanish… but you’re actually kind of sexy. I figured that having you bounce on my cock a few times would be the perfect cure for your haughtiness! And since the position of the tower whore had just been vacated, me and Michael decided to put you to use doing the one thing insects like you were meant to do — serving your betters!” He laughed darkly. “You should thank me, really. As I mentioned, riding my dick is the highest honor an Ant like you could ever aim for!”

Donna grew nauseated, turning ill in the spirit. What had she just heard? Not only were the Dawnbringers a bunch of reprobate villains… they had picked her for a petty reason like that? Lust and wounded pride? She hadn’t even wanted the media-attention for saving Kiera and Chelsey from those crooked cops! Why should she have to be raped and tortured for a stupid reason like that!?

“Here’s the collar,” Doc said, fetching such a piece from his briefcase. The metal circlet was studded with tiny rocks that Saito knew to be Animite, a metal that had the property of negating metahuman powers. The government controlled access to the metal careful, but obviously the Dawnbringers would have some to subdue and imprison villains. She had never imagined that they would use it in situations like these.

“Later,” Baldur said. “Her portals could be entertaining. For now, let’s just have old-fashioned fun.”

“Later then,” Vladimir replied, placing it back down. Instead, the scientist pulled out two riding crops that were folded like expandable batons. “I assume you ladies want the honors?” he said, handing the two instruments to Echo and Savra who accepted them gladly.

“What do you say about a few practice swings?” Hellen questioned.

“Sure,” Sarah replied. “Shinra, won’t you?”

The Japanese man extended his hand, his gravitational stranglehold once again suppressing Donna flat against the floor. The weight became so overwhelming that she could barely breath. Towering above her, those uniformed women smirked while raising their instruments high. Fear enveloped the floorbound teen. Swinging their whips as if serving with racquetballs, those leather-tips impacted upon the youth’s skin. The instinct to scream overwhelmed her, yet her lungs were so squeezed that the sound came out like a pathetic groan. All the male Dawnbringers laughed as blow upon blow rained down on her, covering her figure in blazing areas of pain. Savra and Echo took their time in getting down their swings right. After she had been trashed far worse than ever on the sparring-floor, the two woman ceased striking, panting lightly and stroking their foreheads.

“Yes I’ll think that’ll do. Thank you, Shinra,” the blonde said.

His channeled gravity dissipated. She was suddenly able to move again.

“On your knees,” Baldur ordered.

Still wracked with anguish both mental and physical, the purple-haired girl failed to obey quickly enough. Andrew reached down and grasped one of Donna’s three circular piercing decorating her left eyebrow, gripping it and using the leverage to lift her upwards. She shrieked while being forced to trail the thug, ending up on her knees with her face leveled to their crotches. “I’ve had it with your bitchiness! We should be Gods to powerless freaks like yourself! And from now on you’re going to be treating us accordingly!” Baldur roared at her. Thronging closer, all male members of the Dawnbringers started undoing their flies, leering smugly. “And what better way is there for a dumb Ant to learn her new place in life than providing her Gods with sloppy blowjobs!?” Baldur declared, his compatriots cackling. “This is how we induct Ants into the ranks! You better leave behind that virgin shyness fast or you’re not going to be surviving here for long!”

“I’m first!” Shinra exclaimed, unleashing his hardened erection.

“Better do what he says, Ant,” Echo threatened, fingering the flattened end of her crop.

In a move of aggression, the Japanese man grasped her hair by the scalp yanked Saito face-first into his hairy crotch. Upon making contact with that smelly ballsac, her visage became tainted with its filthy gunk. After a nasty rub-down that made her mind race, he pulled her backwards and started callously slapping his knobby dick-glans against her cheeks. To be facially humiliated by that stinking manhood felt utterly unreal, worse than she could ever have imagined. The sadist’s eyes were gloating as he did it, beholding her as if she was some worthless subhuman thing. “Open up!” he loudly demanded.

Eying that thickened column of meat, Donna reached some sort of breaking-point. Learning the true colors of the Dawnbringers — her childhood heroes — filled her with pure fatalistic hatred. These were no heroes but the worst villains of her nightmares. People like them shouldn’t be allowed to exist. Donna suddenly didn’t care what the consequences were going to be… any heroine that was worthy of wanting to be wouldn’t let them do this! The moment he put that thing in her mouth, she was going to bite his cock right off. Slowly, she opened her mouth.

“Seems the stupid Ant thinks she wants to bite your dick off, Akira,” Echo stated, voice perfectly calm.

Panicking, Donna lunged forward, snapping her teeth down… but Shinra promptly yanked her head back, making her miss him entirely.

All around her Dawnbringers laughed. Donna was stunned. “Do you honestly think that you’re the first one to try that trick, bitch?” Lancer snarled.

“Give it to her, girls!” Baldur hollered.

The duo of whip-heads impacted upon her buttocks, pounding those fleshy mounds like drums! Both Echo and Savra unleashed a barrage of punishing lashes for her impudence, putting their elbows into every swing. She was struck until the pain become so overwhelming that she had to shriek. When she instinctively tried to get away, Shinra kept her posture steady by grip of her scalp. Her entire posterior was left blistering when they ultimately ceased.

“You seem to forget, darling… I know everything you’re going to do before you do,” Echo announced, flexing her crop. “I can read you like an open book.”

Immensely dispirited, Donna felt her soul plummeting while the villains chortled in amusement. She had forgotten all about the heroine’s renowned precognition. How could she possibly deal with that?

Becoming impatient, Shinra strong-armed her mouth onto his hard-on, making the lips and prong sordidly kiss. It didn’t take long until she was compelled to chug-down the first dick in her young life. That stiffened pole penetrated so forcefully that it bumped against the opening of her throat. Despite gags and choking-sounds, Akira began aggressively hammering in his engorged manhood, using her skull as a mere socket to slam his dick into. Just housing that offensive rod inside her body was horrifying, having it protrude unwillingly into her throat was unbearably awful.

Suffering through the oral discomfort, all the adolescent could think off was how powerless she was to hurt him. Donna could not even fight back with her teeth. The urge to bite was there… but she knew that it wouldn’t work. Worse, she knew that she didn’t have the courage to try again… if she did, the moment the thought occurred to her, Echo would have already warned him. It seemed too absurd and too hopeless to be true. Never had she encountered a situation like this. As Shinra kept up his furious thrusting, in pathetic desperation Saito decided to give it another try, trying not to think about it before she acted, hoping that the spontaneity of her decision would leave Echo helpless.

Hands tightened on her black hair and yanked her off the cock. Saito’s teeth clenched just as her mouth slid off his fleshy rod. “Nuh-uh!” the blonde announced, holding her head and chuckling. “You are a slow learner, darling.”

For her disobedience, the two blackhearted women flagellated her supple tits with full-on brutal strokes. Her sensitive tits were utterly unable to take their impacts. They doubled-down on the punishment this time, whipping until the pain blotted out her thoughts.

Baldur snorted and shook his head. “Dumb bitch.”

“All Ants are. Pain is the best discipline for them,” Doc replied, speaking as if he was quoting a scientific truth.

“Hey bitch. Why don’t you try that trick on me? Echo won’t intervene. I promise!” the blonde man abruptly injected.

The kneebound girl was stunned. His protruding rod pushed incessantly against her face, wanting to get swallowed. There was obviously some ploy behind this. Having no other option, she took the rigid phallus that her stolen away her virginity past her lips. Traces of those seminal fluids were still sullying his pole, coercing her to taste the remainder of her hymen. His repulsive member filled her completely. Andrew hadn’t activated his powers. He appeared completely defenseless. What was he planning?

“Snug and wet, just like her cunt!” Ericksson brashly hollered, humping her forehead.

Donna gagged miserably as his cock pushed against the entrance of her throat completely, over and over as he scrubbed the remnants of her virginity onto her tongue. And then she bit. Echo did nothing at all… she just stood there. The girl’s teeth snapped down, and then there was a crackling pain filling her jaw like she ahd just bit down on an iron bar. She winced with stinging agony all over her gums. Biting into Baldur’s dick was like trying to chew on a rock. His power reserve had activated automatically. Had she chomped down with much more vigor, her teeth would undoubtedly have been broken off as he kept ramming his way into her!

“That’s why the media says that I was born invincible!” he bragged. “I don’t have to do anything, you silly bitch. You could try it in my sleep and it wouldn’t work. If I’m ever attacked, it will activate even without my cognizance. It’s like a reflex, really. I can’t be killed or even hurt in battle.”

Her miserable gagging on his dick was just more amusement for the metahuman gang that had captured her. Andrew took the opportunity to orally violate her some more, beaming in the security of his immortality. From there on, Donna’s head was passed around like a cigarette. She got to suck on the dicks of Vladimir, Lancer, Thermal, Gnarl, and Puppet… even though his body was artificial and could emit no seed. Whenever she failed to show enough enthusiasm or slowed down in her bobbing, the women would make sure she was beaten. They all cracked jokes about what a worthless hussy she was as it was transpiring, delighting in her disgrace. Saito had become too worn down to show any kind of attitude or resistance, which only intensified their mockery. They would just not relent. This went beyond a couple of bad characters who wanted their perverse libidos appeased. They were all full-on sadists.

Not that long ago — Donna had never even held a dick inside her mouth. She found them repulsive, their stiff jutting obscene and unbecoming to the senses. Now she had tasted a whole assortment of them. White. Asian. Black. Artificial. She could physically feel herself being made smutty, tawdrily cheapened. It was downright crushing to any sense of self-respect Donna had left. More than once, she seriously pondered on making another attempt to bite these loathsome men’s dick off. Every time they stroked against the opening of her gullet the instinct flared up inside her mind. They were all so abhorrent that the very marrow of her bones screamed out to try it. Yet she decided against it, knowing that she was helpless as long as Echo’s precognition was in effect. The teen really did not wish to endure another bout of whip-torture. Strangely, the blonde never once commented on her violent impulses, merely overlooking the oral-rape as it remained in effect.

“I think we need to go harder on this bitch! She isn’t learning with any passion!” Gnarl declared.

Baldur laughed and assumed control of her well-traveled head. “Hey bitch! From now on, breathing is a privilege, not a right! And you’re going to earn that privilege by choking on my sausage! Let’s open up another virgin cave for my dick to explore!”

With her glutes and udders still stinging from lingering welts, the girl was forced to provide fellatio to the man who she had once considered her idol. Andrew’s dong was so broad-headed that she had to gape just to fit it inside. Despite their unwieldy size, he wanted deeper than any of them had ever gone before, aiming to clog-up her windpipe. Her clenching, velvety gorge was invaded and her throat burned as he brute-forced his erection through that snug gullet. Bumping against his pelvis, she was held there by pure muscle-power alone. It felt both revolting and agonizing having that thick tube jut stolidly into her throat, doubly so since it was the very pole that had defiled her innocence. The unwanted intrusion also irritated the teenager’s sensitive gag reflexes somewhat fiercely, causing her to emit obscene belching-noises and drool out copious amounts of spittle. She could not breath while being plugged like this. Eventually, the hero started sawing his hips back and forth, making the liquid nastiness come spilling out like tiny rivulets as his movement interrupted the seal of her lips.

“Do you have the dog bowl, Vladimir?” Echo asked.

“Certainly, Madam!” he replied, pausing his masturbation to procure the basin from his briefcase. Handing it to Sarah, the blonde placed it in-between Donna’s legs. Torrents of spittle and phlegm were being splattered down into that general area, filling up the bowl.

“I don’t believe in messes, darling. Any disgusting slime that you spit up will end up back on your insipid face!” Echo warned like a stern taskmaster. “Gosh you lesbians disgust me! Pretending to like women and then slobbering over the first male shlong that comes your way! Such hypocrisy is why you are just a measly Ant while me and Savra are real flesh-and-blood superheroes!” She paused, considering. “And by the way, try not to make too big a mess of it… that bowl is where you’ll be eating from during your stay!” she said, finishing with a scornful laugh. Already a small puddle of unseemly saliva had formed within that basin.

“C’mon bitch! Sing me a song!” Baldur hissed while steadily power-ramming his dick into her gullet, listening to those strangled and inarticulate noises being emitted. The steady tempo was designed to maximize her throat’s struggles, flipping the metahuman’s airflow ON and OFF like a switch that gave him pleasure. It was terrible on her lungs and gag reflex. Mucus-filled saliva filled her mouth pathetically, turning Donna’s chin into a sordid waterfall. Free-falling glop piled up inside that dog-bowl. There would be plenty of it to rinse Donna’s face with afterwards.

“Guugg!! Gruuugg!! Eeeuuggh!” she squelchy groaned, each exit barely granting her enough time to refill her lungs. The physical stress this caused made her entire oral passageway hurt as if it were frying.

“You feel that?” Baldur snarled between clinching teeth. “That’s the power of life or death! I could kill you just by having you choke on my dick! It would be a fitting end for an worthless Ant whore!” he added, pulling out completely and backhanding her reddened cheeks multiple times in a primal display of ownership.

“Hey let me try!” Lancer injected, assuming control of Donna’s noggin while she gasped frantically for precious oxygen. The African-American aligned his bulbous cockhead with her panting mouth, intending a vicious invasion! The hapless sex-slave was in no condition to get deep-throated. Yet she had no choice. She really didn’t want to endure another bout of whip-torture.

Lancer’s black dick went into her. It was time to jostle with the pecker she had denied earlier in her would-be apartment. Donna resigned herself to the inevitability of it all.

“STOP MARCUS, SHE’S GONNA BITE!” Echo abruptly exclaimed, jumping forwards and palm-striking Saito’s head out-of-position. The close-call caused a major scuffle, Lancer’s hips shooting away like a sprawling wrestler. Everyone was stunned.

“What!? No I wasn’t going to—”  Donna rapidly protested, utterly perplexed. She hadn’t even considered the possibility.

As the surprise receded, anger rose. Not once during the display had Echo’s warnings been so urgent. As far as the others were concerned, this lowly Ant had almost succeeded in grievously injuring one of their own. Lancer himself was absolutely infuriated. The musclebound man’s entire figure became engulfed in pulse-pounding fury, beyond any desire for self-control. Going wide-eyed and baring teeth like a predator, the man grasped Donna’s temples in a double-handed deathclutch. “You fucking Ant! You think you were going to castrate me!? Bitch I’ll make you wish you were never born!” he blared like a god of war as he looked down at her pathetic, slime-covered face.

Mortally frightened, Saito had no time to figure out how this could have possibly happened. Marcus activated his immense power-pool, an azure glow emerging around his chiseled frame, just as it had done for Baldur. With one big pull, the athlete face-slammed her onto his rigid pole, burying it crotch-deep. Donna’s throat instantly became so thoroughly impaled that the windpipe bulged outward in ophidian contours. His clinching fists kept pushing, flattening her nose against those bushy pubes and making her visage hurt. Caught in an abject panic, the girl placed palms flat against his stone-hard thighs and shoved, failing to move even an inch. A few strands of spittle was sluggishly ejected past her lips, yet nothing else came in or out. It didn’t take long for Donna’s beleaguered gullet to make garroting noises, protestations scrambled by that air-tight fit. Her face went flush like a tomato, fresh tears streaking from her mismatched eyes. The vengeful man was going to keep her oral tunnel plugged until she asphyxiated!

“G… Gg… Grrg…” Donna irregularly voiced, her eyelids fluttering violently over bloodshot eyes. The burn within her starved lungs was becoming so overwhelming that her mind raced with alarm. It made her lose absolute control of her faculties. Even frenzied like an animal there was nothing she could do to stop this. Brought to death’s door, the girl started slipping out of consciousness. Killing darkness crackled at the edges of her vision… but despite her abject misery and humiliation, she fought it as long as possible. What a way to end… Donna Saito, young super hero, strangled to death on a cock for an offense she hadn’t committed or even been planning to commit!

Uttering a mighty pleasure-roar, Lancer unclasped her skull. Immediately, Donna’s head shot off his cock like a popped cork. She fell over backward, her head banging against the marble with an explosion of pain as she hit the floor. Her freshly liberated airway vomited forth a whole slew of nasty throat-slime in mid-trajectory. The mess kept jettisoning out of her gaping mouth as she started panting, instinctual desperate to recover and survive! It had been such a close call that she had felt the embrace of the reaper just before Lancer had let go of her!

“Nice shot, man!” Baldur boyishly cheered, the others laughing.

Lungs pumping at superhuman speed, precious life rekindled itself inside the lithe teen. She took such forceful inhales that it sounded like she dryly ululated. What she had just experienced was the trauma of nearly being killed. What’s more, Marcus didn’t even seem to have intended the timing at all. To the Dawnbringers, she was just a expendable form of entertainment. Her life was a plaything to them.

Then abruptly, she couldn’t breath anymore. Donna wheezed as Echo knelt on top of her, knee on her belly. The blonde’s knee was positioned perfectly so that it sank right into Donna’s diaphragm, preventing her lungs from puffing. She was getting choked by way of her stomach, that soft area underneath her solar plexus compressed like a crater. It was the most unusual sort of agony, especially when coupled with her nearly depleted breath… and worst of all, it had to be difficult… she must have practiced doing just this! It made her legs start to kick and flail in woe, utterly unable to get the heroine off her.

“Remember what Baldur said, darling… Breathing is a privilege! And I’m not sure you’ve earned it! Especially after just having tried to castrate my friend!” Sarah exclaimed, posing like a victorious Amazon while denying the Ant what she wanted, needed, the most.

“I didn—” she protested breathlessly, her words barely reaching her own ears, much less those of the other Dawnbringers. “I wasn’t going to bite hi—”

Smiling, the gorgeous woman leaned in. Her maniacal blue eyes were also next to Donna’s before she whispered, so quietly that even Donna could barely hear her. “I know that, darling,” she said, smiling right against her ear. “I know… but I was getting bored with the boys not hurting you badly enough, so I told a little fib. You understand, right?”

Donna’s pupils expanded in cold shock upon learning the truth. She attempted to scream yet the strangulation had pulverized her vocal-cords. In desperation, she tried pushing back against the heroine’s oppressive knee, yet was so enfeebled that she could not generate even an iota of strength. Sarah remained triumphantly posted, drawing cat-calls and wolf-whistles from the other Dawnbringers so to edge her on.

“Keep choking her!” yelled Thermal. “After all she’s a dyke and an Ant! Being dominated by you is probably her wet dream!”

Limbs shuddering, the horrifying drowsiness of being near-comatose returned to Donna’s mind. Somehow, Echo knew the exact microsecond to let go before she floated off into oblivion. Haggardly gasping, the girl was left to wallow on the borderline of deadly asphyxiation.

“I never knew you could choke someone like that!” Shinra said.

Echo smiled over at him. “Thats because you boys always think so straight forward,” she flicked her hair with a tiny smirk.

Shinra laughed. “Seems useful. Let me try…”

Directing his gravitational weight like a lance, Akira bore down squarely upon that diaphragmatic sweet-spot. It worked like a charm. Once again, Donna felt her air cut of… But unlike Echo, he settled for tapping instead of pressing, creating a constant disturbance of Donna’s vital airflow. The sensation was excruciating, like a fist constantly punching down at her. Ripples went out to the teenager’s limbs, making those powerless extremities start flopping and shuddering about. The faster he tapped the more vigorously she spasmed, all of the Dawnbringers being tremendously bemused and wishing to see how chaotic her convulsions could become. It was beginning to look like Donna was being electrocuted. Suffering through unbearable bouts of breathlessness, she was left in an abjectly deplorable state, both tormented physically and extremely humiliated.

Echo, meanwhile, used her foot to stealthily push the saliva-ridden bowl a bit closer to Donna’s groin. She considered a second, then adjusted its position slightly to the side.

Then, while writhing, Saito lost complete control of her bladder. Gathered heroes begun to hoot and holler in delight as streams of yellow piss emerged from her crotch. It splashed out into the bowl, amalgamating with the residing spittle already there. Initially, the beam was scattershot and wild due to Shinra’s incessant tapping. But as he too was consumed with laughter, the gravitational manipulations ended and her waste-water became a steady jet. Still, Donna could do nothing to stop the outflow, intensely embarrassing herself in front of her tormentors.

“What a miserable hoe!” Lancer snarled. “That’s what she gets for trying to take my cock to her grave!”

“Pissing herself on her very first day. This is why you don’t allow Ant’s to do a Superhero jobs!” Gnarl remarked.

“Bitch needs to be housebroken!” Savra chided.

As her public urination at last mercifully stopped, the teenager was left taking only puny breaths. Her throat had been rubbed so raw that it scorched as if it were infected. She could barely think, she was so destroyed. Three of the Dawnbringers walked over, surrounding her head while stroking their erect peckers. Baldur, Shinra and Doc gazed down at her with leering faces. The prodigious distress projecting from her own didn’t give them pause for second thoughts at all.

“Remember guys. This will be her first facial. Let’s make it a memorable one!” the Dawnbringer’s frontman snarled.

The trio crouched, bringing their stiffened prongs close to her downed noggin. She could do nothing but watch them pump those shafts, flush-faced and grimacing, her black and purple locks in a disheveled state. Already an ignoble mess, she was going to be further befuddled by their hot virile seed. This culminating marking of property was merely ceremonial… they had already made her their bitch.

Long ropes of creamy semen were blasted onto the teenager’s countenance, christening her formally into a new life of sexual slavery. They came for every direction, decorating her entire visage. Saito could feel how they landed based on stickiness and heat. Many ended up partly in her semi-opened mouth, giving her an introduction to the flavor of testicular-gunk. Even with that, there was still enough to paint her reddened face sperm-white. Through all her life, Donna had never foreseen that she might one day be giving up an undignified facial to the people she once viewed as paladins.

“Ahh… now that’s what I call sufficient hazing,” Baldur remarked, rising and walking away.

Wearing a mask of pearly jizz, the adolescent still struggled to regain her breath. She was allowed to lay there for several minutes, absorbing the heat and texture of those ejaculated wads. After a while, she heard the clacking of heels. Echo walked up to her head, holding that bowl filled with all manner of repulsive liquids… including, she noticed, nearly all of her own piss. The woman had managed to catch nearly all of it.

Without comment, that basin was upended over her visage. Its content splashed onto her face, drenching her in a mixture of piss and spit. The deluge did its job of rinsing away the sperm, forming a dark-yellow tide which unstuck even the stickiest of adhesives. It was humiliating in the extreme, one-hundred percentage dehumanizing, to experience the refuse of her bladder wash over her comely countenance. Some of it even seeped past her lips, making her sputter at the salty tang.

“Next time you try something like that, we’ll make you drink it straight from the basin!” Echo said, keeping up the lie.

Donna was utterly dismayed.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, bitch!” Lancer hollered.

Booming footsteps approached her. Grasped by the hair, Donna’s dazed head was lifted roughly upwards, a big black hand slapping her face several times over. These were real open-palmed thuds, scrambling the metahuman’s brain while it tried to retain oxygen.

His twin treaded over as well, looming above her with fists clenched and lips pursed tightly in anger. Huge and musclebound, they absolutely dwarfed the teen in bulk. She couldn’t help but be substantially intimidated by their heavyweight stature.

“If you’re fucking with my brother, then you’re fucking with me as well!” Thermal snarled, leaning in and disdainfully spitting her right between the eyes.

“You’re going to pay for trying to bite my dick off!” Marcus continued. “You think these guys emptying their balls on your stupid face was the finish-line? Nah, bitch! That was merely the prelims! You’re in the main-event now! You’re going to be dealing with me and Thermal at the same time! Get ready for some 2-on-1 action!”

The other Dawnbringers chuckled at the brother’s boisterous performance. The duo started shedding clothes at a frantic speed, uncovering physiques that looked to be carved out of solid titanium. Each sported a monstrous hard-ons, those stolidly jutting dongs surpassing the girth of Saito’s forearms. Donna’s worry increased tenfold upon remembering how big Lancer’s flesh-pole had felt within her throat. The thought of being fucked by the two of them simultaneously made her fear for her life.

She briefly considered exposing Echo’s manipulations in order to save herself… but the youth realized it was of no use. There was no way they were going to believe her over Echo. It would only stoke their ire further. Fully nude, Thermal reached down and clasped her by the wrist, the girl feeling herself uplifted onto her knees as if she was featherlight.

“I have an idea about what to do with this hoe!” Marcus loudly blurted. “If you thought that my black shlong wasn’t good enough for you, then I have something else for you to suck on!”

The African-American promptly spun around, bending forward at the waist so to project his beefy posterior towards Donna’s face. Reaching back with both hands, he clasped those sculptured cheeks, pulling them apart so to expose the deep cranny where his crinkly asshole resided. Made to gaze headlong at another human foul shitter, Donna made the expression of a supremely startled feline. The anus had been uncovered before her so quickly that she could not believe it. She leaned away.

The standing hero clasping her skull like one would a common football, assuming full control of its direction, his hand huge compared to her head. “Ready to beg forgiveness from my brother, bitch?” he acrimoniously inquired.

“What are you going to do with me?” Donna blurted. “Please. Please, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—” she rapidly pleaded, mouth working swifter than her thoughts could arrive.

“Listen up, Ant! You’re going to earn your forgiveness by making out with my brother’s butt, you hear? You’re going to place those pouty teenage lips of yours against his shitter and kiss as if you were cuddling with your precious girlfriend! I want to hear him squealing like a pig in joy or you’re not getting out!” Trevor barked.

His declaration birthed an abundance of perverse guffawing. Horrified beyond comprehension, Donna tried tearing her face away, a fraction of her rebelliousness quickly kindled back to life by the horror of what was coming. Thermal shoved her face-first into that lewdly unveiled ass-crack, projecting her like a dribbled ball. Every discernible feature of her fetching face disappeared amids that chocolate ass-flesh. Saito had been screaming as the swing started, her cry comically muffled in mid-bellow when her noggin impacted upon the Dawnbringer’s plus-sized derriere. Now she was merely a neck jutting into someone else’s posterior!

The ass and visage were compressing snugly together. The purple-haired adolescent was getting choked again! But this time it wasn’t a manhood plugging her windtunnel. It was a filthy asshole smothering against the openings of her nostrils and mouth! Trying to pull back, Trevor’s strong hand held her firm. Lancer remained posted like a statue, stolidly projecting his behind against her no matter how hard his brother pushed.

“Lick it, whore! Rim that crevice with your Ant tongue! Show my brother that you’re sorry!” Thermal hollered. “Bitch, you’re worth less than the crap that comes out of there!”

Forcefully planted against that recipient rump, Donna was exposed to every nasty smell and curling ass-hair that resided within its valley. She could physically feel that clenched shitter pressing intimately against her enclosed mouth. The utterly obscene connection between delicate lips and vile rear froze her senses. Soon, her stomach was churning with a sickening sensation. The teen was about ready to throw up, her concepts of sanitation and hygienic grossly overburdened. Remaining uncooperative, Thermal started using her head to rub up-and-down against his brother’s crack, stimulating it via a thorough brushing. Once again, impending asphyxiation started changing the tenor of Donna’s thoughts to abject desperation.

“C’mon bitch! Brown nose him! Us superheroes want to know that we have the worship of you insects! We save the world on a daily basis, remember? Now show your appreciation!” he pressed.

“Look at this whore,” Echo tittered. “She’s going to choke to death on an ass right after having survived choking to death on a dick. What a poetic way to go. At least for a slut, anyway.”

The absurdity of that situation triggered something within Saito’s mind. She had to survive. They were placing her through the grinder, submitting her to disgrace after disgrace, not caring if she would live through it or not. It was up to her to make sure that she made it out of here alive, no matter the cost. Still absolutely repulsed by that wrinkly shithole oppressing her, Donna parted her mouth and allowed her tongue to slither out and stroke against that unclean crevice.

“Uuuuggghhh!” He moaned on pleasure. “There she goes. That is just the respect I’ve wanted all along! We should have gone straight to this in your room and maybe you wouldn’t have rejected me!” Lancer exclaimed after a long-winded moan, his mien slovenly loosening at the pleasure of being rimmed by a female.

The teenager’s pink muscle dashed and stroked against the uncouth aperture, digging into its fleshy embrace. There were many hypersensitive nerves around that tawdry sphincter which served to coax and galvanize his perverse libido. That jutting black prong made several twitches, jerking whenever Donna went especially deep or stroked especially hard against his rectum.

The more oxygen-starved she became, the more frenzied her lapping turned. Donna quickly came to regret submitting so late as the burning pressure within her lungs made her vastly perturbed. Retaining focus, the youth remained completely dedicated to tossing a good salad. She had to make up for her supposed disrespect of planning to have his cock dismembered, or die. This was a position she had never imagined herself in. Making love to man’s asshole… and doing so with the franticness of a sloppy dog!

“Jesus…” Marcus wheezed, leering ear-to-ear. “I think she loves me, bro! She’s downright french kissing my ass! I’m not sure she’s ever given her girlfriend this passionate a kiss!”

The identical twin yanked her off, Donna instantaneously gasped an enormous lungful of air. That sudden whoosh was emphatically audible. Gazing back at that repugnant anus, the adolescent found its wrinkly surface absolutely smudged and glistening with her spittle. Several strands of tacky saliva bridged her panting lips with that puckered shitter. Witnessing the aftermath of her ignominious labor wrenched at the tattered remnants of her self-respect.

“Now that’s how you apologize!” Baldur exclaimed, laughing heartily.

“Who provides the best kisses? My brother’s anus or your girlfriend Emma!? Answer!” Trevor roared.

Donna sobbed… but she felt like she had no resistance left. She knew what they wanted her to say… wasn’t that better than being suffocated again? “Y-Your brother’s butt… His ass kisses me more romantically than anyone ever has! I… I’m in love with your brother’s butthole! I love it so much! Much more than Emma I swear!” she fervently replied, overcome with sobs. The taste of his ass still lingered on her tongue. The blazing disgust filling her up was so utterly humiliating. Even though saying so disparaged her even further, Donna had come to realize that she had to play the role of trollop in order to survive.

“Damn straight!” Thermal yelled. “Now give him a big kiss to prove it!”

Allowed to move on her own, Donna hesitantly leaned forward and planted a pouty-lipped love-tap onto that spit-slicked sphincter, displaying her subservience.

“Glad to see that you’ve found your equal, Ant!” Echo laughed.

Marcus stood back upright, turning around. “You think this bitch gets off from being degraded?”

“I bet. She’s a total hoe, bro. If we ever did accept her into the Dawnbringers, she’d probably just spend all her time sucking dicks and licking ass anyways. That’s why you can’t have Ants in our group. They’re all subhuman scum. Worse than the villains we hunt,” his twin narrated. “Ain’t that right, bitch?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpered.

He spat at her again. Donna accepted the fatty gob of froth straight on her forehead without comment.

“I think its time the two of us became a couple, slut!” Marcus said. “Catch up from when good-guy Baldur rudely interrupted. I could tell that you actually wanted my dick in your cooch! That bite thing was just playing hard to get! Man you were so wet I could feel it through your clothing!” he obscenely snarled.

The black man laid himself flat on the ground, his dick jutting skywards like a flag. Snapping his fingers at her, he pointed towards that proud pole. “Get working, bitch! You’re not a virgin anymore! You no longer have an excuse to be coy about taking meaty dicks up your hooker-hole!”

Thermal’s big hands landed on her shoulders, raising her upright and then guiding her to stand above his crotch, both feet positioned on opposite sides of his hips. From there, he applied downward pressure, making her squat over that rigid hard-on. A weakening twinge of trepidation went through her loins as that saluting dickhead roughly collided against her cunt.

“C’mon! Straddle his cock you dumb whore!” Trevor vehemently demanded. “I want to see you take it in one go!”

Still suffering from her traumatic deflowering, Donna was in no mood to take another dick up her tender clam… especially one as freakishly large as the twin’s. Her timidity earned her no respite, however… it got her nothing but a slam downward from Thermal. The lurch utterly stuffed her canal with rigid salami, causing her sore vaginal-lips to be spread incredibly wide. The sudden insertion drew a big scream out of her vocal-cords, thighs shuddering as her womanhood became abruptly occupied.

Seated upon his hips, Donna looked like a petite pale doll that had been interlocked with his massive black crotch. He immediately grasped her ribcage just below her perky tits so to attain a measure of control. The girl frowned deeply and bit down on her lip to keep from screaming again at the feeling of getting unwillingly impaled for a second time today. It was disconcerting, but at least this position offered more comfort than being held down and savagely raped like Baldur had done. Despite the hurt, she figured she could make it through this.

The man inside her laughed. “Hasn’t our relationship changed, Ant? A refusal, a castration-attempt, and now you’re riding my mudsnake like a whorish cowgirl!” Lancer jeered.

Thermal squatted behind her, clasping her svelte hips with one hand. The move made her jolt and crane her neck around. “What are you doing!?”

She received her answer when his steel-hard cockhead pressed against her asshole. Her eyes widened, face falling as she realizing his intentions, cold jitters sparkling up and down her spine. He was going to take her backdoor while his brother was inside her twat. Donna had never even considered the possibility of having sex like that before. It seemed to her like something that only interested perverted people.

Exactly the kind she was now captured by.

“You forget our tagline, whore!” he shouted in reply. “We do everything together! Including fucking up Ants like yourself! Congratulations bitch, you’re going to get DP’d by the two most famous celebrity-heroes in the world! And as an extra bonus, you’re going to get your anal-cherry popped at the same time!”

“Niiooo-OOOOO!!!” she howled, the loudness of her dismay greatly amplified when tremendous cock, exactly the match of the one already impaling her, pressed against her rear and shoved. Thermal wanted instant penetration, but her rear proved resisting and unwilling to open for him. With Marcus’s gigantic dick already stretching her pussy-tunnel to incredible dimensions, practically straining the enveloping membrane, there was simply was no free-space for his prong to expand into… so her asshole remained defiant and inaccessible.

Her ass’s stubbornness failed to dissuade him, however. The strong superhero kept pushing and probing, doggedly insistent on getting his erogenous man-meat into her butt. That ebony pole bowed and bent repeatedly as it sought entry into her rear, trying over and over to brute-force his way in… and to Donna absolutely horror, he was starting to make progress. Over time, Trevor started intuiting the correct way to push to force her body to yield. Donna soon felt her sphincter slowly opening up like a flower, coaxed to widen by the intense pressure it was under. Trapped between these clinching black bodies of the two celebrity heroes, she could do nothing as they jostled to achieve their favored double-penetration.

“Here I come, slut!” he yelled out… and then thrust with everything he had.

Donna bellowed in bitter agony as Thermal ruthlessly introduced his hard-on into her guts, an explosion of anguish consuming her mind. He didn’t pause for a second, either… he instantly began fighting to achieve maximum penetration, mauling through those fleshy innards with his meat-spear. The swift entrance somehow made her devastated shriek even louder, her face a mask of agony. Since she was immobilized by their vastly superior muscle-power, she could not escape his plunge. Trevor managed to bulldoze her rectum until their hips collided with a meaty thwack, and Donna knew both brothers had managed to fill her holes completely… She was a meat filled cock-sleeve now.

“Oooohhh shit!” Trevor called out, his masculine outburst audible even over Donna’s outcry. “The constrictions of her slut-hole feels great! It squeezes like an anaconda! She’s trying to pulverize my dick!” he added, holding onto her loins as if experiencing a risk of being buckled off.

Sandwiched between them, Donna underwent an unparalleled level of physical anguish. She could practically feel those jutting logs pulsing against each other inside her, competing for living-space. Her orifices were way too tiny to contain them concurrently… and yet, her pain was the source of their ecstasy. The tighter she was, the more pleasure each brother received. Vaguely, she remembered times the twins had boasted about their sexual prowess through thinly-veiled metaphors and jokes during media interviews. As a teenager idolizing them, she had thought nothing of it… but now the once so idealistic girl was the target of their attentions and wished she’d questioned it more then.

Commandingly, both Abyssian Adonises started sawing their hips, initiating the beginnings of a grueling double fuck that Donna already knew would leave her praying for death. The two brothers moved in perfect unison, making sure that Donna would never have to contend with merely one of them inside her. Getting tag-teamed felt consummately abhorrent, as if her cavities were suffering to see which could be battered the most. The raped teenager had no idea how those flesh-rods managed to stay stiff and unyielding while enduring the compression within her. Soldiering through her virginal tightness, they drew bliss from the immense traction garnered inside those tiny confines. Having only been subjected to one good dicking which came due to rape, the lithely-built adolescent was in no shape or form ready to take these hulking prongs in tandem.

They didn’t care. She was going to suffer them anyway.

Donna wailed, unable to comprehend why her nether-regions hadn’t torn in twain. Lancer and Thermal had established a steady tempo, puffing and groaning as they slammed into her orifices. Her body was their sex-toy now. Just something for them to plow into. Something to hurt for their pleasure. The Aberrant’s first threesome had all the makings of a very traumatic memory that would be with her for life.

“Go you guys!” Echo yelled, hopping and clapping like a cheerleader in excitement at the show. “Don’t forget that you’re fucking to teach this Ant some respect! Make sure that the Ant bitch never tries to bite off another superhero dick again! Don’t slow down! This goth-slut is such a blockhead that she’ll never learn unless you really lay it into her!”

“Yeah! And fuck the dyke right out of her too while you’re at it!” Shinra added.

“Better fuck harder, Lancer! I think the dyke is trying to tell us that she prefers my cock!” Baldur jeered.

“Kill the fucking Ant!” Savra savagely intoned.

All this uproarious encouragement made the brothers bring out their A-game. They raped the teen without gentleness or mercy. Their athletic lurches caused a lot of beefy impacts, hips colliding against Saito’s bubbly buttocks and groin like bludgeons. While they screwed, the self-declared rockstars called her every dirty name in the book, as if trying to up their gamesmanship or psyche her out. Either way, their colossal black dicks became snugly crusted with pleasurable tightness, even while they were in the process of savagely hammering asunder said firmness.

It was like the two were waging a sexual war against her, and Donna’s beleaguered body was besieged. Her upper body would flail and shake about as they thudded into her, jerking like a rag-doll put to the battering-test. Even within the frisson of sexual violence she couldn’t forget the immensity of this betrayal. Once she had thought these men genuine champions of goodness. Now, first-hand experiences taught her that they were ruthless rapists. They were, in fact, much worse than the crocked cops she had rescued Amara from. They had the world at their feet — the adoration of billions — yet still, they wantonly raped young heroines like her just for sport.

“Gonna bust your ass! Gonna bust your ass!” Thermal repeated.

“Ughhh! My ball-soup is going to cure your pussy lust, whore! You’ll never want another dyke again after tasting it!” Lancer snarled.

Donna was too far gone to respond, her mouth offering merely an escapade of inarticulate grunting. Every strand of hair on her black-and-purple mane had been set aswirl by their pounding. The two twins briefly high-fived at what a sexualized mess they had turned her into. Destroying her was just a game to them. Her tormented body felt no pleasure at all, just pain born from the distortion of her body. They were going to have an orgasm and she was going to have a mental collapse. Her first double fucking had made sure that she wouldn’t even be able to look at the brothers again without being thoroughly traumatized by its memory, consumed by the vastness of her shame and ignominy.

Having fucked as one, they would also cum as one. Marcus and Trevor groaned as they reached their climactic endpoint, slamming in and jettisoning their seed with matchless synchronicity. Both buried themselves balls-deep as they did the deed, Donna’s resulting high-pitched shriek managing to eclipse both of their masculine pleasure-roars. Hot viscid seamen spurted into her body like torqued-up hoses, the gunk flooding through both her uterus and rectum. She could do nothing but lay in that deplorable position and feel their man-seed terrorize her innards. This two-pronged attack had left Donna absolutely wiped out, too pained and exhausted to feel like she could even move. All that she could feel was her tender nether-holes stinging from the abuse they had endured, even while that jizz poured into her.

“That’ll teach you to respect Superhero dick, Ant!” Lancer yelled, his voice booming as if coming through a loud-speaker.

As the hectic pummeling finally ended, Donna’s mind ceased reeling, her distraught visage glistening with warm and salty perspiration. Her comedown was like entering a nightmare-world of humiliation and shame. Being raped made her feel worthless, cheap and irreparably tainted — lucidity only amplifying all of these horrible impressions. Saito bore the gravity of her extreme disparagement fully, wondering if she could ever live a normal day in her life after a defilement like this.

“Yup. That’s the expression of an Ant-slut who has just survived her first threesome. They all take it so roughly,” Echo assessed.

“What should we do with her now?” Savra asked.

Echo shrugged. “Her portals should be good for some fun party-tricks,” the blonde replied. “I think Marcus and Trevor have taught her a lesson in not trying to pull something underhanded… and I wouldn’t let her get away with it anyway.”

“You have anything in mind?” Baldur asked.

Echo grinned. “Yeah. A few ideas. Just a couple, really…

***

Descending from an internal elevator within Sunrise Tower, the Superhero known as Oracle left his private quarters and stepped into the lobby of the headquarters. A fit sixty, he dressed sharply and formally, looking like the wise and august president that the world-media portrayed him as. Cold eyes scanned the empty marble, picking up on the subtle signs of scuffle laying here and there. The new Ant had arrived and been the subject of another party. Instinct told Michael that he was about an hour too late to catch it.

No matter. He was here now. Oracle started walking again, his steps light and casual, letting the dignified man drifting through the vast space like a ghost.

Heading for a corner, he happened upon the aftermath of a sordid sexshow. Facing the wall, a portal was activated, buzzing lightly as it connected to some unknown destination. Before it, a naked female body was kneeling and sticking her waist through the ripple in space-time. The halfway-entry effectively dismembered her body.

Tacky coagulated semen had been ejaculated on her thighs, buttocks and pubic-mound, that womanhood and ass having evidently seen abundant usage. Her abused vagina still remained stuffed, a thick dildo having been lodged inside the girl’s cum-splattered twat-canal and was throbbing about with vigorous power. The phallus was one of Savra’s many creations. It could vibrate much more forcefully when brought to life with her animation-abilities than any battery-driven toy. That activity made the body-severed girl shuddered lightly, though she made no move to reach back and try to pull it out. They must have already taught her better than that.

Many of his pupils had scribbled their autographs on her hindquarters alongside insults decrying the virtue of her character. Whip-welts also decorated those pale mounds liberally. They had obviously had a lot of fun here before moving on.

Oracle kept walking.

“Boss!” Mammoth exclaimed, the lethargic giant seeming to come to life as the leader of the Dawnbringers approached him. The lazy behemoth was doing what he always did, relaxing on the couch, but this time he had a footstool. Before him, two shimmering portals were set-up. The girl’s naked torso jutted betwixt them, shoulders, head and nether-regions vanishing into the ether. The mighty-thewed man was resting one of his legs atop her backside. It was clear that she struggled with the weight, her spine being slightly arched, like a table crackling under its burden. Creative uses his pupils had found for an Ant. He approved.

“Where are the others?” Oracle asked, voice almost imperceptibly disquieting, as if carrying no inflection.

“They’re all in the new Ant’s prison-cell. Last room in the hallway. Her head is there as well,” the laconic man answered.

Despite being a giant, he never showed much attention or initiative. In character, Mammoth resembled a sloth more than his bestial namesake. When he did explode, though, he was a juggernaut that not even Baldur could stop. Some powers were more than they seemed… Mammoth was more than strong. His power had something to do with momentum… he was almost literally unstoppable once in motion. And speaking of that… “Anything new or special that has come to light about the Ant?” Oracle pried. “Anything worthwhile?”

“No,” Mammoth said. “As useless as you said.”

“What about that?” he asked, indicating the portals.

“Echo’s idea,” Mammoth replied, hefting his leg just slightly and allowing it to fall back down again. The backside trembled by that manipulation of heaviness. She looked about ready to collapse to Oracle. “She has her uses,” the giant added, offering a rare value-judgment.

Oracle nodded to his underling, whose poise turned to ease as the Commander switched directions and marched away towards the staircase. Ascending it and entering the hallway, he allowed jeers and laughter to guide him towards an open doorway. Arriving at its threshold, he gazed inside without announcing his arrival.

The small room was crowded. The Ant herself was protruding through a portal via her arms and shoulders, breast-mounds halfway cut through the rift in space. Dried sperm-wads sullied her cheeks and chin as she was busy orally toiling on one of Puppet’s dolls. Though the life-like figurine could not ejaculate, Savra clung to the creature’s side with horse-whip in hand and was lashing Donna whenever her fellatio didn’t prove inventive or passionate enough. The sex-slave’s lips were bobbing speedily on that salient shaft, tongue twirling and whirling as she worked. It was strenuous blowjob-training, beads of sweat running down the teenager’s forehead as she struggled to keep up with the heroine’s high demands.

On the opposite end of the room, they had placed the girl’s luggage on the bed, busying themselves by rummaging through it like hyenas. Half of its content was already scattered upon the floor, clothing and underwear that would prove pointless in her new profession as their whore.

“Look at this!” Akira exclaimed, digging through some corner and then triumphantly upholding his hand. “A vibrator! Haha! It looks like our little lesbian doesn’t have all the luck with the girls!”

“Throw it away. Savra’s toys are much better!” Gnarl remarked.

“Besides, she’s no dyke anymore… this girl is a genuine cock-slut now that she’s had my dick up her twat!” Marcus exclaimed. “Ain’t that right, hoe?”

“Yes! Yes I’m a dumb cock-whore! I dumb, love cock!” Donna frantically blurted out before quickly resuming her sword-swallowing routine. It was obvious to Michael that the pressure had worn on her sanity. He smirked at that.

Oracle stepped inside, his footsteps barely audible. Echo was leaning against one of Savra’s sentinels by the doorway, arms interlaced. Spotting him, she did a double-take, then smiled before she loudly proclaimed “Officer on deck!” She followed it up a second later by striking a playful salute.

All heads turned. The Dawnbringers became attentive. His entry mollified their raucus cheer a little.

“Hey sensei!” Baldur cheered, stepping forth. “You’re here to check up on the new Ant?”

“Just to lay my eyes on her,” he said softly. “I was busy communicating with Nox and Proteus. Their mission will take some time longer.”

The room was silent as he walked up to her, Savra and Puppet clearing the pathway. Donna had seldom seen pictures of Oracle taken in recent years, despite his longstanding position as the Dawnbringer leader. The man himself was… strange. He exuded something alien. Something Donna suspected the other Dawnbringers were unable to notice. It was a… cold malevolent intensity — like the force of a gale blotted out by the walls of a bunker. As his gaze slanted downward to peer at her directly, Donna abruptly felt like an arachnophobe who had just come face-to-face with a gargantuan spider. It was inhuman. Her skin turned clammy and cold. She fought to suppress violent shakes. She could swear that he was savoring the look of fear on her face — despite moving not a muscle, even his pupils emoting nothing.

“She won’t be stealing any glory from us anymore!” Baldur said with a big grin, looking like a schoolboy who sought the approval of his tutor. “I can’t believe that these Ants have the gall to think that they’re one of us.”

“Here’s something that you might want to see, Michael,” Doc injected. The man had retrieved something from her luggage and was moving over to show it to Oracle.

It was a picture. Donna had only brought one. The one of her parents.

His blue eyes shifted so to look at it, gazing intensely, and then fixed on Donna again. She could take nothing from that gaze at all, decipher no emotion of thought… but somehow, she thought that the sight of their happily smiling faces had been like fuel to his internal fires.

“This Ant is fun for a lot of tricks. Watch! Hey Ant, jack me off!” Baldur said, even while she was too far away from him to do that.

Saito worked on opening another portal that connected next to his groin. Three was the maximum amount that she could keep open with minimum concentration. Yet she had been so physically exhausted and spiritually destroyed than even doing that seemed difficult right now.

Creating the portal, she moved her hand to penetrate that shimmering passage. The strain became momentarily overwhelming and that nascent portal fizzled out. Quickly Donna summoned another one, getting ready to fulfill Baldur’s sordid command.

From out of nowhere, Oracle clasped her ring-shaped eye-piercing in-between his fingertips. He pulled it until the thin skin became outstretched and ready to burst. Donna elicited an ear-piercing shriek… and then piercing snapped off her eyebrow. Blood ran down her brow into her eyes and down her face from the new wound. Within seconds it had streaked down to her jaw, dripping floorward in fatty droplets.

Donna’s heart pounded with unmitigated terror. Even the other Dawnbringers seemed taken by surprise. The rip had been done so callously. No bravado, no built up, no warning… just a promptly-executed decision to damage her body carried through in a moment. She felt the searing warmth of her blood as it coated one side of her visage, still pouring from her wound as she stared up at the terrifying man with her one eye that wasn’t being bled into.

“If you want the Ants to respect you, then you can’t allow them a single mistake when in your presence. We are Gods to them. They should be God-fearing insects. What God does not punish a decree wrongfully executed?” he stoically questioned, looking at Baldur as he did so.

Donna wheezed and whimpered, trying not to lose it completely. This man was something else. He held a level of evil that was beyond even the other Dawnbringers. Even Baldur didn’t seem to know how to react. “Yeah. Sorry, sensei. You’re right, of course,” Andrew replied, sounding a bit embarrassed, rubbing the back of his skull.

“Patch her up, Doc,” Michael said.

Vladimir leaned in, placing his fingertips against Saito’s bleeding wound. His superpowers concerned cellular restoration. Fixing a small laceration was peanuts for him. The teenager’s cut was quickly mended, the blood outside left there to dry.

“I need to update all of you on the Nox and Proteus situation. That’s more important that this piece of trash. Meet me at briefing in twenty minutes. Leave the Ant here,” he said, turning and marching out the door. “If there’s anything else you want out of that bag, take it. Toss the rest.”

Puppet, Shinra and the twins immediately cleared the room. Baldur instead stopped before Donna, towering above her with fists clenched. How drastically one day could alter your perception of someone. Yesterday he had been an angel. Now he was a demon… the most damning among many.

The mighty man clasped her by the nape of her neck and and dragged her through the set of portals, locating her body all in one place for the first time in nearly an hour. “Hey!” she heard Mammoth object before the portal snapped closed in her wake, her dazed mind no longer strong enough to keep it open now that her own body wasn’t locking it in place.

Doc had remained near as well. He knelt down and fastened his animite-studded collar to her narrow, bruised throat. Instantly, Donna felt like she had been blindfolded. Always before, she had felt some kind of… instinctive… sense of where she could put a portal, where she could fit, how far away a place was. Now it was gone, completely. She felt robbed of all energy.

“Congratulations bitch! You’ve made it through your first day! Don’t think we’re going to go as easy on you from now on. This was just your whore-initiation!” the blonde man snarled.

“That’s right! You’re our personal sex-toy from now on,” Echo hissed. “You now only exist to give the boys something easy to fuck when they don’t want to go out and bother finding a groupie… and your first day on the job hasn’t even ended yet! Don’t think we’re going to leave you here all alone while we go to work. Savra, would you be so kind?”

The raven-haired woman circled the room. With them were three of her golems. She touched each one of them on the shoulder before heading for the door, turning around to give Donna a cheeky smile as she departed. The rest of them abandoned her as well, Baldur pausing for just to moment to effortlessly lift the heavy duffel that contained everything she own that was anything, locking the door and turning off the light.

As soon as they left, Saito heard inhuman rumbling, her nerves prickling with terror. Only rays of moonlight coming from the window provided any illumination, everything else was dark. Out of the blackness, the Golems lumbered towards her, their partly-concealed figures appearing like horrifying apparitions. One feature was clearly discernible though. From their clay-like loins jutted humongous clay-like shafts that absolutely had not been there before… erect and ready to fuck.

The girl screamed, instinctively trying to teleport away and finding her powers blocked utterly by the collar. Those hulking creations grasped her limbs and started wrestling her into position. Whatever thought-mechanism drove them had decided on having her spit-roasted. Powerless to fight back, one hustled behind her backside while the other brought his inanimate hard-on to her mouth.

Crying, Donna felt the poles push against both her mouth and pussy simultaneously. Those tender orifices already ached from overuse. Now they were going to fuck her throughout the night, depriving her even of much-needed sleep. They began their rhythmic slamming, penetrating her deeply. Overwhelmed with misery the youth started begging and sobbing, crestfallen as she realized that she was addressing non-responding automatons… they couldn’t even understand her, and wouldn’t obey even if they could.

The gravity of the situation set itself upon her. Her captors had been spoken the unclouded truth. She was going to be stuck in here, raped day in and day out, just for their amusement. The Dawnbringers were Devils and Sunrise Tower was Hell. She thought she had been walking into a nest of superheroes when the heroes were villains all along.

Everything she had ever believed in was a lie.

Donna’s entire worldview collapsed. She yearned for the safety of her father and mother. Would they come and save her? Would they be safe!? They had no way of even knowing about her predicament, nor did the police. The Golems kept up their piston-like pumping, able and intending to fuck her beyond the point of collapsing.

Donna’s existence faded into unending torture.