Rape Club: The Wasp

by Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and violence (nc, MF).  It is to be read by adults only.  If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further. The Wasp, Giant-man, Hawkeye, and Wolverine are Trademarked characters (Marvel Enterprises) used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. NOTE: Click on images to enlarge to full size.

Chapter 1. The RC Bar And Grill

“This is the place?” Janet Van Dyne, more widely known as the winsome Wasp of the mighty Avengers, asked softly in a quivering voice as she bit her lower lip while she was roughly pulled from the car’s back seat. “I thought you guys had a lot more class than hanging out in this rundown bar in this seedy neighborhood.”

“Yes, Janet, this is the biker bar Clint and I have been frequenting for the last year or so,” the taller of the two blonde haired, muscular men replied as he straightened out the 27-year-old 5-foot-4-inch-tall 110-pound heiress’s raincoat. “Now shut up!”

“I told you to gag her, Hank,” Clint interjected with obvious disapproval in his voice as he glared at the smoking hot superheroine in the easily recognizable blue and red costume. “She’s bound to fuck things up. I really like this place and don’t want to get my ass banned. Patch and I are friends, but he isn’t going to take kindly to her mouthing off.” Unlike the Wasp, the men were dressed in civilian clothing.

“Yeah, you’re probably right, Clint,” Hank acknowledged with a twisted grin on his face as he stared into the gleaming blue eyes of the auburn-haired Avenger beside him. “This one’s a grade A pain slut, but even the Wasp is likely to panic and create a scene when she gets a load of the back room.”

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to seeing the look on her face when she sees the mattress in the center of the room and the dozen or two naked bikers surrounding it, just waiting for fresh meat,” Clint replied with a mean grin on his face before asking with obvious doubt. “Are you sure you want to do this, Hank? I mean, they’re not going to be at all gentle with a superheroine like the Wasp.”

Janet grinned and nodded as she stared into the eyes of the taller muscular man beside her, while Hank thought long and hard, before announcing, “Yes, I’m sure, Clint. The winsome Wasp here needs to be taught a lesson, and I’m going to enjoy watching her get it taught. Cross your wrists behind your back, Janet. Before we enter the joint, it needs to be obvious that you’ve just been captured by the bad guys…that would be me and Clint…who mean to make you pay the penalty for having been defeated.”

“Step aside and let me do it, Hank,” Clint urged with a look of determination on his face as he held out a two-foot-long length of rope while he stared into the Wasp’s pretty face, framed by her shoulder length hair. “I’ll make sure her hands are tied real tight. In the meantime, go ahead and pull the ball-gag out of the glove compartment.”

“This is your last chance, Waspie,” Clint announced as he chuckled with obvious anticipation while he stepped behind the lovely girl and quickly tied the plucky Avenger’s hands behind her back, twisted her around to face him, and then began groping the famous superheroine’s perfect-shaped C-cups through her costume. “I’m sure Hank will agree to take a pass on what we’re about to do…if you agree to playing cum receptacle at the next ‘The Wizard’s Lair’ fund raiser…like your friend, the Scarlet Witch, did a few months ago.”

“Fuck you, Barton!” Janet Van Dyne spat with obvious disgust as she glared at the shorter of the two tall, muscular ‘kidnappers’. “Your just sore about having to use Batgirl’s well-used mouth to dump your nuts into…not knowing Wanda would volunteer to take her place just a few fellahs later. I’ll pay my penalty now with only a couple of dozen assholes to witness me doing so, rather than having my debasement recorded for public viewing by that prick, Vladi!”

“You won’t be the one doing the fucking tonight, Janet!” Hank hissed with obvious anger as he stepped behind the winsome Wasp and held a ball-gag before her smirking face while Clint continued to knead the Avenger’s breasts through her clothing. “That’s the job of the mean bastards your about to be introduced to. Looks like you plan on participating, Clint.”

“Yeah,” Clint spat with obvious relish as he continued to maul the ravishingly beautiful superheroine’s breasts through her costume, “I’ve wanted to rape this bitch for a good long time, Hank. If that bugs you, I’m sorry. Both of you need to understand that I’m going to do just that…along with every other dude in sight…if you snap that gag into place and we walk through the door of Patch’s ‘RC Bar And Grill’.”

“I’m not at all bugged, Clint,” Hank chortled softly as he roughly pushed the rubber ball into the plucky superheroine’s mouth and cinched the strap around the back of her head while she moaned in despair, “and Janet’s probably flattered. Let’s get the party started, shall we…no wait…I almost forgot.” Hank chuckled heartily as he snapped a silver collar around the shivering superheroine’s neck, pressed a button on a small hand-held activator, and the bulb under her chin lit up with a red glow. “There, her metahuman powers have been suppressed, and as this remote will be in my pocket, the collar won’t get accidentally deactivated. There will be no shrinking and flying way or stinging some biker unconscious for this foxy bitch, so long as the collar’s in place. Now, like I started to say before, let’s go in and get the party started!”

“Listen, bubs,” the short, stocky man behind the bar with a mutton-chop beard, a rather distinctive hair cut, and a pirate patch over his left eye hissed angrily, “we don’t want no trouble here. Turn her around and walk away. Whatever your problem is, you don’t want what this establishment has to offer.”

“Easy, Patch, we know what we’re doing,” Clint interjected as the club owner glared at Hank. “Are the boys around? And are they in the mood?”

“They’re always in the mood,” Patch replied with a sneer on his face as he dropped his cigar into an ash tray and reached across the bar to pull the front of Janet’s raincoat open, “and more than a bit peeved at the moment. Their entertainment for this evening didn’t show. The husband got cold feet or remorse or something like that. So, like I said, turn her around and take her home. Otherwise she’s not going to look so pretty when the sun comes up.”

“That’s what we were hoping for, Patch,” Clint chortled softly as he watched the bar owner knead Janet’s breasts through her costume while the girl grunted softly in obvious disconcertment. “Your boys will be a lot happier after they take their frustrations out on this girl. You know who she is right?”

“Yep!” the short and stocky bar owner replied with a twisted grin on his face as he groped the perfect-shaped C-cups of the shivering girl before him, “She’s the Wasp…a superheroine of some renown and reputed to be a first-class cocksucker!”

“Yeah,” Clint replied with a knowing grin on his face while Janet blushed badly and Hank looked more than a little bit unsure of himself, “so I’ve heard. What say we both see if she can live up to that reputation? How many men can we feed her to?”

“An even dozen in the back room,” Patch replied matter-of-factly while leering at Janet as he continued to manhandle her more than adequate bosom. “With the three of us, that’s fifteen cocks. Most of us will want to take two or three turns with her…after Blackie and his boys have had their fun by beating the piss out of her first. This ain’t just the Rape Club…it’s the Brutal Rape Club. Like I said, turn her around and take her home.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen, Patch,” Clint Barton replied while smirking, “but Janet and I will go sit at the corner table while you explain the rules of engagement to Hank here. Meanwhile send the waitress over with a pitcher of ale and three glasses. I want to wet my whistle before dipping my wick into the Wasp’s honeypot.”

The short, stocky bearded man nodded, before calling out, “Sally, I’ve got a thirsty threesome at the corner table. The pitcher of ale is on the house. Oh! And make sure you make Clint here feel really welcome while his companion awaits her turn in the back room…unless you want to take her place.”

“Not a chance, Patch,” a pretty blonde waitress replied as she hurried behind the bar and busied herself with setting three glasses on a tray before pushing a pitcher under the spigot of a nearly full keg of ale. “I’ll watch though, assuming the junior waitresses can cover for me, when her escorts are ready to give her to Blackie and the boys. A good beat down followed by a gangbang is always fun to watch.” Sally made a point of flashing a mean grin at the shivering girl with her hands securely tied.

“Yeah, right, Sally,” Patch replied scornfully to the small breasted girl with a sneer on his face before adding, “fun to watch and funner to be the cock food. You’ll get your turn sooner or later…well a lot sooner if Clint here doesn’t appreciate our hospitality!” The bar owner grinned as the waitress’s smile widened while nodding her understanding of what the last phrase meant, before she led Clint and Janet to the corner table with the tray in hand.

“Now,” Patch spat emphatically once he and the tall, muscular male before him were out of earshot from the rest of the bar’s patrons and employees, “like I said, turn her around and take her home. You really don’t want what we have in store for her, Pym…no matter how pissed off you are with her at the moment.”

Hank Pym nodded his head before turning to look at his friends at the table in the far corner of the bar. He watched as the blonde waitress filled the three glasses from the pitcher, and then knelt on the floor besides Clint Barton. As the waitress slowly pulled Clint’s zipper open, Hank croaked, “Like Hawkeye said, Patch, we know what we’re doing…in general at least. Do as Clint said and tell me how this is going to work.”

“You know how it’s going to work, Pym,” Patch snorted with a sarcastic grin on his face. “What you really want to know is whether or not there are any limits. Fortunately for you…or more specifically, for the Wasp…there are. Blackie and his boys are going to kick the shit out of your wife before they gang rape her…taking advantage of every orifice she has to offer. However, they won’t intentionally maim her in the process. Blows to the head will be with open hands, to make sure she stays conscious, and they’ll hold back on giving the body punches their full strength, to avoid rupturing any organs. They know I won’t put up with broken bones or knocked out teeth. If they fuck up, they know they’ll have to deal with me. That said, accidents happen when mean bastards like Blackie and his boys get carried away. I doubt you’ll take your wife home without a split lip, gashed eyebrow, or even a broken nose…or more likely, with all of the above.”

“No problem, Patch,” Hank Pym replied with a crooked smile on his face as he watched the blonde waitress fellate Hawkeye’s stiff cock while Janet looked on with obvious interest. “Janet deserves to get the shit kicked out of her for cheating on me and lying about it. I hope she remembers the lesson we’re about to teach her for a good long time.”

“She’ll remember tonight forever, Hank, if you go through with this” Patch spat with a mean grin on his face. “There are branding irons in the rape room, and they’re not stage props. Understood?”

“Okay, by me, Patch,” Hank proclaimed while shrugging as he glanced back to Clint and watched him moan as Sally brought him ever closer to ejaculation with her warm wet mouth. “Maybe the next time she decides to cheat on me she’ll at least have the guts to tell me it happened. Do you know what it feels like to find out you’ve been cuckolded in a public venue when your wife’s lover takes a seat at your table.”

“Nope!” Patch replied with obvious disdain. “But I’m pretty sure I’d just gut her and be done with it. What you’re contemplating doing to Janet is just plain harsh. One final tidbit to think about…Blackie’s gang is into rape, not orgies. Janet better resist the gangbang with everything she has at her disposal. If he thinks she’s enjoying it, even just a little bit, he’ll have his female entourage use a very special branding iron on her. It has a long and narrow tip with a hollowed out end designed to fit around the glans of a clitoris. If she doesn’t make every effort to be uncooperative, she’ll get her clit cooked as the white-hot iron is pushed inward in alignment with her clitoral shaft.”

“Ouch!” Hank Pym spat with obvious disconcertment as he stared at the corner table and watched Sally swallowing a load of semen as Clint grinned up at the ceiling. He noted that Janet seemed to be enjoying the view as she giggled, despite her hands being tied behind her back and the ball-gag in her mouth, while watching the climatic end to what seemed to be reasonably good fellatio. “Don’t worry, Patch, Janet will put up one hell of a fight, despite the fact that she knows I’ll help hold her down if I have to. Despite the fact that she knows I’ll eventually join your biker friends in raping her ass. How do we get this started?”

“You go finish the beer Sally poured for you,” Patch suggested with a mischievous grin on his face, “while feeding the Wasp hers. Slip Sally a C-note and she’ll make that hard-on your sporting a little less obvious when the time comes. Then, when you’re ready, make Janet use the restroom…while you or Barton make a show of guarding her. Like I said, the fun won’t start until Blackie and his boys have done their best to knock the piss out of her. It would be better if that stayed figuratively. Unless you really want to watch her get the shit beaten out of her, you better have her strip that costume off too; those boys will slobber over the chance to gangbang a real live superheroine. Then just shove her through the clubhouse door and stay out of the way for a while.”

Hank Pym watched as Patch nodded to the door at the back of the room with the sign, ‘RC members only’ on it, before replying in what Hank hoped sounded like a confidant tone, “Okay, give us fifteen minutes and then we’ll get the fun started…probably with the costume on. Did I say how pissed off at her I was? You said you were going to join in, right? Do I owe you anything for the use of your facilities?”

“You send the Wasp through that door, Ant-man, Giant-man, Yellowjacket, or whatever the fuck you’re calling yourself these days….”

“Giant-man, Wolverine,” Hank Pym interjected matter-of-factly while noting the surprised look that suddenly formed on the bar owner’s face as he reached down to pick up his cigar.

“As I was saying, Pym, if you send the Wasp through that door, I’ll rape her six ways from Sunday,” Logan proclaimed with a mean look on his face before taking a long pull on his stogie. “Of course, I’m just the bar owner, so she’ll be pretty greased up with biker spunk before my shot at one of her orifices comes up. That said, my turn will come before yours or Hawkeye’s. As far as payment for the use of my facilities, I’ll let you know when we’re done. You may not like the price though, I’ve gotta warn ya! The metahuman power inhibitor collar remote controlled? I’ll take the remote now and lock it in my safe…just to be sure nobody changes their mind.”

“Anything you want, Logan,” Hank Pym replied with a silly grin on his face as he pulled the remote from his pocket and handed it to Wolverine, before turning and heading towards the corner table. The handsome and muscular blonde managed to reach his seat just as Sally was wiping the semen from the bottom of her chin with a napkin. “Don’t bother, waitress,” Hank chortled softly as he looked from the pretty bar maid to his smoking hot wife, “you’re only half done, so you might as well tidy up afterwards. Give Sally a nice tip, Clint…nothing less than a hundred dollar bill…and start feeding the Wasp beer.”

“As for you, Janet,” Hank chortled softly as Sally pulled down his zipper and Clint undid and pocketed his cheating wife’s ball-gag, “you’d better be prepared to give the fight of your life. Do you remember that white-hot poker you told me the Club X guy used on one of the garrote chair runners up?” Giant-man grinned as he watched the winsome Wasp shiver as she remembered a very close call, before continuing with, “Well they have one in the back room, and I gather they use it often, most commonly on girls who try to settle on accepting a fate worse than death rather than fighting it.” Hank watched the horror fill the Wasp’s pretty face while he moaned with pleasure as Sally fellated him.

Janet Van Dyne was not the happy camper she had been trying to portray. Things had been going badly for her from the moment she’d been shaken awake in her Avengers’ mansion room’s bed by Hank in the middle of the night while Clint leaned over his shoulder leering at her. Sure, she’d accepted Hank’s announcement that he was going to follow through with the promise he had made at the Final Fantasy nightclub a few weeks ago when he had met Andy, the dark-skinned male she had been maneuvered into having consensual sex with at Club X. Janet hadn’t protested that she had thought that promise had been rescinded after she’d paid a different penalty for her cuckoldry while still at the Final Fantasy nightclub. She’d even maintained her composure when she recognized Logan, A.K.A. Wolverine, as the man who was setting up, and evidently would participate in, her impending gang rape. The Wasp had even grinned with encouragement as she watched Sally, the waitress with mosquito bites for breasts, perform fellatio on her husband and, ultimately, swallow his ejaculation with a grin on her pretty face.

The Wasp’s present predicament, however, was totally unacceptable. After Hawkeye had fed her two glasses of beer in rapid succession as she watched Sally bob her head up and down over Hank’s swollen manhood, Hank had ordered her to use the restroom while the waitress made a point of showing Janet her husband’s semen before swallowing it. To make a bad night become the nightmare she couldn’t avoid, Hank had told Clint Barton to escort her to…no…into…the restroom and make sure she emptied her bladder and bowels. Seeing that she was upset, Hank reminded her that her hands were going to stay tied behind her back and that Clint would have to disrobe her. Janet now sat on the toilet seat with the gray raincoat hanging from a hook and her red leotard and blue body stocking around her boots while Hawkeye played with her breasts and whispered incessantly about wanting to see the clitoris incinerating branding iron put to use. Somehow, the winsome Wasp managed to pee.

“It’s about time,” Hank Pym spat with obvious impatience when Janet and Clint finally exited the lady’s room, with the Wasp’s distinctive costume back on and covered by the raincoat. “I told Patch to give me fifteen minutes. It’s been twenty! Are you ready, Janet?”

“Would it matter if I said I wasn’t?” Janet Van Dyne asked rhetorically while shivering in trepidation before slowly nodding. “Never mind! Yes, I’m as ready as a girl facing a gangbang will ever be. Free my hands! I’ll need to use my arms to fight the bastards off for as long as I can. I’m not going to get my sex life roasted into nonexistence!”

“Clint will untie you right after I’ve introduced you to the Brutal Rape Club boys, Janet,” Giant-man replied matter-of-factly as he stared into the Wasp’s fear-filled blue eyes, “and right before he shoves you into the center of the gangbang pack. They’ll be on you like wolves with the smell of blood in the air. Be ready! But keep your mouth shut if you want to go home a girl!”

Chapter 2. The Penalty and the Price

The Wasp swallowed hard as Hawkeye opened the rape club door and Hank pushed her through it. Standing around a blood-stained mattress were twelve naked bikers sporting penises in various stages of arousal, and the rather diminutive Wolverine with a ten-inch-long inch-and-a-half thick fully erect cock waving in the air. Around the perimeter of the room, stood a half dozen grinning females, including Sally, most of them holding whips or crops.

“Guys,” Hank said quickly, trying to take control of the rapidly evolving circumstances, “I’m hoping some of you recognize the cock tease Clint and I have brought to share with you tonight. This is Janet Van Dyne, a very rich socialite and well-known superheroine who goes by the nom de guerre, Wasp. She tried to bust up one of my smuggling operations earlier tonight. Clint and I caught and defeated her fair and square. You gentlemen, with Patch’s full approval, not to mention participation, are the instruments I’m using to teach the winsome Wasp what happens to a superheroine who is foolish enough to get caught by the bad guys. As you know, she’s an Avenger, so don’t fuck with the power inhibitor collar around her neck, and don’t snuff her or injure her so badly her teammates can’t look the other way. Untie her and make her strip, Clint!”

“Take the bitch’s wrist ropes off, rookie,” a well-muscled 6-foot-2-inch tall dark-haired Caucasian spat vehemently as he stepped forward glaring at Hawkeye, “and dump the raincoat but leave her costume on. We’ll strip her ourselves. After we’ve made her regret you didn’t snuff her and before we start sticking cocks up every orifice she has. You got a problem with that?”

“Not at all, Blackie, I presume,” Clint Barton replied with a wry grin on his face as he quickly worked on the knots, tossed the length of rope behind him, and then pulled the raincoat off of the Wasp’s shoulders. “In fact, as soon as we dump our duds, Hank and I will be joining you, if that’s not a problem.”

“Just as long as you wait your turns, rookies,” Blackie hissed with bad intentions obvious on his face as he watched the 5-foot-4-inch-tall superheroine rub her wrists in an attempt to get feeling back into her hands while she stared with obvious terror at his crotch. “That means you don’t get to fill a hole until everyone else has dumped at least one nut into this pretty…for the moment…eye candy. Do you like what you see, Wasp?”

Janet blushed badly and shook her head as she tore her eyes off of Blackie’s 12-inch-long 2-inch-thick bitch tamer with an obscenely large testicle sack under it. Even without the threatened beating, the Wasp knew she would be lucky to escape from the room without needing medical treatment. To make matters worse, Janet couldn’t help but notice the brazier in the back of the room, and the three branding irons in it. The Wasp knew she wouldn’t avoid a searing end to her sex life if she didn’t fight her impending gang rape with all the gusto she could muster.

“Like is an overstatement, Blackie,” Janet Van Dyne spat acerbically as she crouched into her fighting stance. “I’ll not go down easily. If you value your admittedly impressive equipment, you’ll walk away!”

“Can’t do that, bitch,” Blackie replied as he gave his penis a quick double stroke with his hand. “My cock is hungry and I’m staring at fresh meat. Be sensible and take the mattress with your legs spread and your mouth open.”

If I do, do I go home a girl…a well used girl…but in one piece?” the Wasp asked softly as she began to circle to her left.

“Not quite, my pretty little superheroine,” Blackie hissed as he grinned his meanest grin. “If you make it easy for us guys…well Sally told me that Hank warned you about the clit warmer. She said you looked like you were craving its white hot attentions. I’m a real teddy bear when it comes to giving a girl what she wants and needs!”

Janet Van Dyne shivered in terror for about three seconds, before exploding forward with desperation on her face and trepidation in her eyes. As she kicked hard, the top of her right foot caught Blackie’s huge testicles squarely between his legs. As the Blackie groaned in agony and bent forward, the Wasp spun on her toes and delivered a right-handed back fist to the bridge of the big biker’s nose.

While Blackie dropped to his knees, the Wasp spun to her left and delivered her left foot into the solar plexus of a huge athletic black guy with a erect ten-incher that was as thick as a beer can between his legs, before spinning back to her right and delivering the back of her right elbow into a short, unimpressively hung Mexican’s jaw. Without pausing, Janet whirled back to the left and swept the feet out from under a gawking white boy sporting a bobbing eight-inch phallus the kid was likely overly proud of. As the youngster, likely in his latest teens the Wasp thought, landed hard on his keester she punched down and knocked him out cold.

Feeling a slim black guy grab her from behind, Janet dipped her shoulders forward while gripping his right wrist and twisting, executing a perfect judo throw that sent him to the ground with a thick seven-incher pointed to the ceiling. As the man landed on his back in a heap, the Wasp shot her right fist out knocking a mean looking, well-hung white guy out on his feet. While the dude dropped, Janet threw a hard left at the next guy in front of her.

“Not bad, Wasp,” the short mutton-chopped male, the Wolverine, spat as he caught the punch in his right hand, “but this isn’t the ‘fight’ club, it’s the ‘rape’ club, and you’re the cum receptacle.” Janet yanked hard on her trapped arm while Logan laughed, and then he jabbed her in the face with his left closed fist. The Wasp immediately reached for her face as she landed hard on her ass. Her left eyebrow had been split open. “You bastard, Wol….”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” Wolverine hissed as he backhanded the Wasp, sending her sprawling backwards onto her back, before asking, “Did she rupture anything, Blackie?”

“Not quite!” Blackie replied with a sheepish grin on his face as he cupped his scrotum in his right hand. “The bitch has spirit though. I’ll give that much to her. You two rookies, stand her up and spread her legs while pinning her arms behind her back. One good kick deserves another.”

Janet quivered badly as she watched Clint and Hank step towards her while Clint grinned with gleeful anticipation and Hank frowned, obviously troubled. Fearing that her uncertain husband might just seal her fate, the Wasp sprang from the floor and kicked hard, her foot connecting squarely with Giant-man’s crotch through his denim jeans. As her husband doubled over and sank to the floor in agony, Janet threw a hard right into Hawkeye’s chin.

Clint Barton gasped loudly as he took the Wasp’s hard blow, his vision blurring momentarily from the impact, before punching Janet hard in the gut. As the Wasp sank to her knees gasping for air, Hawkeye stepped behind her and pinned the Wasp’s hands behind her back. He pulled the plucky Avenger to her feet, and roared triumphantly, “Now we have you, Wasp. Now spread your legs and take it like the defeated superheroine you are.”

“Fuck you, Barton,” Janet screamed with desperate terror in her eyes as she struggled to twist her hands free, and then kicked her right leg back to bring the heel of her foot into Hawkeye’s groin.

“Owe, you fucking bitch,” Hawkeye roared with obvious anger as agony erupted from the apex of his legs. “This is your fault, not mine. You shouldn’t have cuckolded your husband…not to mention tried to bust our smuggling operation.” Clint flinched as he added the last to try to preserve their cover story, and then barked at Giant-man as the larger blonde male slowly staggered to his feet. “A little help here, Hank. This bitch is a firebrand, and getting her properly gangbanged was all your idea. Grab her ankle and yank her legs apart. More than a few of us have a right to watch her get a ball buster’s payback!”

The Wasp shivered as she furtively nodded to Hank while she struggled to break Hawkeye’s grip before she glared defiantly at Blackie and spat, “If any of you think I’m done with my ball busting, you’re wrong. More than a few of you are going to go home castrated if you don’t walk away and let me go right now!”

“Is that a fact, Miss goodie-two-shoes,” Blackie hissed back with obvious relish. “Well, I got news for you, rich and famous Wasp. There WILL be someone going home well castrated at the end of the day…but her gender…if you can still call her a her when we’re done…will be female. Pull her God damn ankle toward you, Hank! Do it NOW!”

Janet moaned softly in despair as her shaking husband grabbed her left ankle and pulled it towards him, forcing her crotch to be an easy target as Hawkeye pinned her wrists behind her back with one hand while he groped her breasts through her costume with the other. Blackie didn’t hesitate! The biker kicked the top of his foot into her vulva with all the might he could muster.

“UUULLphiiiieeeeeee!” the winsome Wasp shrilled at the top of her lungs as her privates protested their mistreatment. Janet blushed with embarrassment and gasped for breath as she watched the huge biker contemplate renewing his assault on her vulva.

“You two, keep her secured with her arms trapped behind her back and her legs spread wide to leave her pussy vulnerable,” Blackie hissed while glaring at Clint and Hank as he considered his options. The biker turned to the men behind him with a mean grin on his face and announced, “While some of you boys may want to see her pussy take even more punishment, just remember that we’re about to use it, all of us, and that the highlight of any gangbang is the victim’s unwanted climax, so don’t make it numb. Now have at her, while paying particular attention to the breasts we haven’t yet got a look at, and the pretty face that will become uglier by the second. I’ll give you fifteen minutes to make her regret the day she was born, then I’m cutting that fancy costume off her and raping her ass!”

“NO!” the Wasp shrieked at the top of her lungs as Clint kicked her right foot sideways to spread her legs even wider. “Don’t hurt me! Please! Don’t hurt me! Just let me go!”

“Too late, Wasp,” Blackie replied as he watched Sims, the huge black guy the Wasp had kicked in the guts, step forward and cup his hand under the bucking superheroine’s crotch. Sims grinned as he shoved his fingers inward, fondling the auburn-haired Avenger’s vulva through her clothes and digging his middle finger into the crack formed by her labia minora. Then Sims reached upwards to grab a perfect C-cup in each hand, and squeezed with all his might while the Wasp moaned in agony. Finally, the black biker backhanded Janet’s face, over and over, first one side and then the other. After a dozen hard blows that left the Wasp’s face red from abuse and her knees buckled, Sims called out, “Next!”

Janet Van Dyne groaned in pain and shivered with fear as Sims stepped away, and the other ten bikers stepped forward in unison while Patch…or rather, Wolverine…grinned behind them. She looked at them with obvious terror on her face, and pleaded, “Please, don’t hurt me anymore. Let me strip and I’ll let you all take turns raping me. I’ll be cooperative…even if that means I’ll get the clitoris roasting iron when you’re done with me!”

“Not going to happen…the consensual stripping I mean, Janet,” Clint Barton spat with obvious enthusiasm as he reached around to grope the Wasp’s breasts through her costume. “You’re about to learn the hard way about what happens to a superheroine when she gets herself captured by the bad guys. Grab her wrists, Hank! I need to get a couple of good shots in to remind me why I started my career as a villain.”

Giant-man watched the trembling Wasp silently give the slightest of nods before releasing her leg and grabbing her wrists as Hawkeye released them, and commanded, “Spread your legs wider, whore. You’ve no reason to be sorry about guys exploring your pussy after giving Andy free access to it, do you?”

Janet Van Dyne began crying as she nodded with despair on her face and watched Hawkeye take his place at the front of the rape gang. The Wasp spread her long athletic legs as widely as she could while she watched Clint Barton reach for her privates. He groped her for several minutes, surprisingly gently, before abruptly punching her hard in the face, his fist landing squarely over her right eye.

“There,” Hawkeye spat zealously as the winsome Wasp mewled before him, “now you have two eyebrow gashes and at least one black eye. The cuts are pretty deep! They’ll leave scars! Something to remember this night by…for the rest of your life, Janet.” Hawkeye chuckled heartily while his female teammate bawled and her husband, behind her, trapping her wrists behind her back, flinched badly. Then the bow wielding Avenger reached up to the Wasp’s body stocking’s neckline and ripped the garment open to the V of the leotard covering it. Clint laughed as the Wasp moaned with surprise before lowering his hands to grasp both garments at once just above her heaving bosom, and ripped his hands outward. As the plucky Avenger gasped while her C-cups spilled out into the open, Hawkeye chortled, “Have at her boys, and if anyone has a knife, save me a nipple!”

For the next ten minutes, the Wasp suffered the worst beat down imaginable while her husband held her helpless. Fortunately, none of the men had access to a knife and her breasts, like the rest of her torso, only ended up badly bruised. Janet didn’t survive the beating completely unscathed; her upper lip was split open badly from the smallish Mexican’s first punch. Janet Van Dyne now fully understood the penalty of cheating on a loving husband, as well as the price a superheroine paid for being captured by her adversaries.

Chapter 3. Meet the Mattress

“That’s enough!” Blackie barked as he roughly pushed his men aside, having just watched the Wasp collapse to her knees and hang from her trapped arms. “This whore’s ready to be cock food now. Strip her, rookies! Then plant her on her back in the center of the mattress.”

“Pull her to her feet, and I’ll finish what I started, Hank,” Hawkeye hissed with obvious enthusiasm as he gripped the Wasp’s engorged nipples, one in each hand, and yanked upward while the auburn-haired superheroine squealed in pain and fear and disgust.

“Easy, Clint,” Giant-man hissed as he glared and at the vicious archer with a threatening stare while he dragged the plucky heroine to her feet. “We’ll hang her by her tits when we get home, while some of her girlfriends watch in envy. I want her breasts’ connecting tissue intact until then. Just strip her like Blackie said, while I hold her helpless.”

“I’ll hold you to that promise, Hank,” Hawkeye spat enthusiastically as he glared back at Giant-man while pulling the ripped body stocking and overlying leotard down over the Wasp’s arms until they hung from her waist and wrists. “As you know I just love breast suspension…especially if the nooses are made of piano wire. What do you say, Waspie,” Clint hissed malevolently? “Are you ready to air dance for us at the end of the night as you hang by your tits…temporarily, if I get my way with the piano wire?”

“Fuck you, Clint,” the Wasp hissed in a quivering voice as Hawkeye pulled the leotard down around her ankles, after Hank had pulled her short red gloves off her hands followed by the body stocking’s sleeves and leotard’s shoulder straps. Then Clint ripped the body stocking wide open to expose her moist vulva capped by an obviously erect clitoris. “Stop making promises you know you can’t keep!”

“We’ll see about that, my brave and soon to be well-used superheroine,” Hawkeye chortled loudly as he pulled the Wasp’s red, calf-high boots off, one at a time, and then forced her to step out of the leotard. “You holier than Jesus girls always got my goat. Do you think nobody’s noticed that none of you superheroines ever wear underwear?” Hawkeye roared with laughter as the Wasp blushed beet red, before removing the remainder of her body stocking from her legs with two quick rips. The stripping done, Clint grinned upward into the bawling Wasp’s face and punched upward with his right hand.

Janet gasped in agony as her legs buckled from the hard blow to her vulva, and then moaned in fear and despair as Hank roughly shoved her onto her back on the mattress while fifteen eager men and six obviously curious girls surrounded her. “Have at it, you bastards!” Janet Van Dyne roared defiantly as she stared up at the lecherous faces above her. “Which of you monsters is going to be the first to stick their stinking prick in me…knowing full well that the offending penis will be hanging from my car’s rear view mirror a few days from now!”

“That would be me, Wasp,” Blackie chuckled softly as he stepped over the shivering superheroine and stared down into her terror-filled eyes, “as far as the first part goes. As for the fantasy that came afterwards…well that ain’t going to happen. Four of you dudes grab a wrist or ankle while the rookies strip. Welcome to the Brutal Rape Club, Clint and Hank. I hope you can manage to bring me some more superheroine meat in the future…after I’ve had my fill of what the Wasp here has to offer.”

“Thanks, and not a problem, Blackie,” Hawkeye replied as four bikers grabbed the ends of Janet’s limbs and pulled outward to spread-eagle her while Hank looked more than a little ill. “These fucking superheroine whores are like mosquitoes…always buzzing around and looking to suck the life blood out of a perfectly good racket like Hank and I run. I’m sure we can manage more than a few repeats of tonight’s celebration…assuming you decide you like what the Wasp has to offer.”

Janet Van Dyne’s eyes bulged with fear and trepidation as Blackie simply grunted at Hawkeye’s suggestion and knelt between her legs. “NO!” the Wasp shrilled in obvious despair with her eyes glued on the massive bitch tamer jutting out above the apex of her widespread legs. “You can’t put that monster in me, Blackie…it will split me like a log. Please! I’m really good at fellatio! Let me bring you off with my mouth.”

Blackie reached forward and slapped the Wasp hard in the face before chortling, “You’d better be a good cocksucker, Wasp, now that you’ve bragged about it. I’ll let you try to prove it later, and use the clit warmer on you if I decide you were lying. For now…well I hope you’re not on the pill.” Blackie moaned with pleasure while the auburn-haired Avenger gasped in extreme discomfort and overwhelming despair as he slowly pushed his massive penis past the Wasp’s lower lips and into the entrance to her vagina. “Because if you’re not, I’m going to big you!”

Janet Van Dyne moaned in fear and then gasped in agony as Blackie violently shoved his bitch tamer to the hilt into her love canal. Her husband, Hank Pym, flinched badly and became pallid as he saw the Wasp’s face fill with pain and embarrassment.

“FUCK!” the big biker gang leader roared in jubilant pleasure. “This bitch is tighter than hell even though I know she’s been banged by dozens of supervillains over the years.”

“Yeah, superheriones come that way, Blackie,” Hawkeye quipped gleefully as he pulled his shirt off and bent to untie his shoes while he watched the big biker begin to hump his massive manhood into the superheroine trapped beneath him with slow deep thrusts. “It’s part of the pedigree. Of course, there’s also the fact that they’ve got to stay in fighting shape if they want to reduce the frequency of those supervillain boffings you mentioned.”

Clint turned to look up at a seemingly dazed Giant-man staring down at his wife as she had her vulva pummeled by Blackie’s crotch, and chided softly, “Don’t get so caught up in watching that you forget to shuck your clothes, Hank. Even with thirteen guys ahead of us, it will be our turn soon enough. Nobody’s going to be worried about whether she gets off before they splort into whichever orifice they’re filling, and when their boss is done with Waspie, I suspect they’ll be taking her two or three at a time.”

“Uhm…yeah, you’re probably right, Clint,” Hank acknowledged hoarsely before a quirky grin formed on his face as he watched the biker suddenly begin pounding his huge phallus into the Wasp with a furiously rapid rhythm while Janet issued short gasping moans. “She deserves what she’s getting…for her trespasses against me. That said, she’ll get off more than a few times tonight despite the fact the boys don’t care. The Wasp is a sex whore and pain slut who craves degradation.” Giant-man grinned at a chuckling and nodding Clint as he quickly joined Hawkeye in disrobing.

“OOOHHH OOOHHHhhhh FUUUUUK!” the Wasp sighed out almost on cue as a powerful climax washed through her loins and a look of ecstasy filled her face while the big biker above her began grunting victoriously. “OOOHHHhh! GODddd! I can’t help myself. He’s so fucking BIG!” Then the look of pleasure was replaced with disgust and concern, as Janet Van Dyne shrilled, “PULL OUT! DON’T CUM INSIDE! Wanda’s fieldtrips to Bill Jennings’s city…I had to…stop using…pregnancy…protection!”

“UUUUGGGHHH!” Blackie roared with obvious jubilation as he grinned down to the famous socialite and superheroine below him while he heard her last four words. “Then you just got knocked up, you whore. I’ve just seeded your uterus, and my sperm is incredibly potent. Fucking whore! It took you all of five minutes to cum!” The huge gang leader straightened up with his knees between the still mewling Wasp’s widespread legs, glared down with disgust, and slapped Janet twice in the side of the face, one hand to each cheek, before roaring, “Next! That’s you tonight, Sims!”

“Put the bitch on her belly!” the huge dark-skinned man commanded tersely as he stepped forward stroking his stiff, beer-can-thick ten incher.

“NOOOO!” the Wasp hollered in obvious trepidation as she was rolled over and her wrists and ankles were re-grabbed to spread her out on her belly. “Your cock is way too thick! You’ll tear my rectum to shreds and I’ll bleed to death!”

“Maybe so, you rich twat,” Sims hissed threateningly as he took his knees between the winsome Avenger’s legs, placed his right hand on Janet’s right ass cheek, and pressed his right thumb into the entryway to the shivering heroine’s back door. “But what makes you think I care. Lucky for you…now that you admitted you’re off the pill…I want to see if my sperm swims faster than Blackie’s. Your kid’s going to be a mulatto! That said…you guessed right and you were put on your belly to make your ass available to be filled. Filled real soon, I bet! Lift her up a couple of feet boys.”

“Stop, you sick bastards!” the Wasp roared with obvious anger, clearly understanding Sims’ threat, as the four men spreading her each placed a hand under an upper arm or thigh while still securing her wrists and ankles and lifted her up off the mattress. “Let me go, damn it. The Wasp is nobody’s sandwich filling!” Janet writhed violently trying to break the holds on her limbs.

“Not your call, white slut!” Sims spat loudly as he tested the tightness of Janet’s rubbery sphincter with the end of his thumb. The big athletic man placed the palm of his left hand against the suspended superheroine’s lower belly, just above her clean-shaven pubic mound, and commanded, “Dip your head down and look under your body, Wasp. There’s something I want you to see!”

Janet gasped loudly in discomfort as the end of Sims’ thumb pushed past the circular muscle and entered her anus, and then groaned as Blackie knelt in front of her and pushed on the back of her head. “Sims said watch, Avenger. Now do as he says!”

“That’s right, heroine whore,” Sims chided as he saw the girl’s teary blue eyes stare down her body with obvious apprehension. “Stop fretting! I’m not going to hurt you again…yet. Now, I don’t want to splash in Blackie’s spunk, so I want you to use whatever muscles you got in that cunt of yours to push his load out. NOW!”

Sims and Blackie both chuckled as the Wasp issued a long drawn out grunt while Sims pressed his left hand upward into her lower belly, and the look of concentration on her face slowly morphed to one of noxious embarrassment as gob after gob of whitish semen oozed out of her vulva to drip onto the mattress.

“That was just me and just my first go, Wasp,” Blackie chortled softly as he held Janet’s head downward. “That mattress is going to be soaked with all the cum that’s leaked out of every orifice you got, Miss CEO of Van Dyne Enterprises, when we’re done here in a couple of hours and we send you home with a searing reminder that you were a Brutal Rape Club whore. Get on with it, Sims!” Blackie released the Avenger’s head, and, after she had raised it, gave each breast a vicious slap with the palms of his hands.

“Lift her higher boys,” Sims instructed over two muffled yelps followed by a groan as he pulled his thumb out of Janet’s anus, “then set her down on me and let her straddle my cock. The Wasp is going to play cowgirl and ride this black stud until I’m tired of it…or until I’m pissed at her for not cooperating…then I’m going to let you boys fill the other available orifices.”

“NO!” Janet Van Dyne shrilled angrily as her body was pulled higher into the air. “I told you, I’m not going to be the sandwich girl. I’ve little experience with anal sex. Use my mouth! I’m good at fellatio…really!” The Wasp whined as Sims crawled under her and the men holding her limbs began to lower her over the muscular man.

“If you want to delay becoming more experienced with butt fucking, rich tits,” Sims chortled jovially as the sultry auburn-haired heroine was lowered atop him, “you’ll mount my cock and start fucking. Don’t worry. You’ll swallow plenty of jism before we are done here. Let her limbs go guys. I want to see her hump her pussy up and down my big black cock enthusiastically.”

The Wasp issued a slow guttural growl as Sims reached under her, grabbed her hips, and tried to push her vulva over his turgid manhood while the men around her released her arms and legs. As Janet felt the bulbous tip of the large penis begin to part her labia, she punched down hard with her right hand while roaring, “NO, I won’t cooperate with RAPE! I’ll beat the crap out of you enthusiastically though.”

“FUCK!” Sims spat in surprise as the Wasp’s fist smashed into his right eye. “Grab the bitch!” the muscular man urged with obvious exasperation and then grunted as the Avenger’s left fist connected with his mouth.

“WHOAH!” Blackie chortled as he managed to grab the spunky heroine’s right wrist as it descended for another punch to Sims’ face while three of the limb holders re-grabbed wrists and ankles. “You okay there, Sims? She got you good. You’ve got a cut above your eye.” Blackie pushed the right arm to the forth limb holder, before giving Janet’s face a hard slap with each hand, causing her cheeks to burn with pain.

“I’ve had worse,” Sims spat with obvious anger in his voice as he held the Wasp’s hips and thrust his over-thick member to the hilt in the heroine’s vagina with one brutal thrust, earning gasp of pain from the girl. “Straighten her up so I can see her tits, but don’t let her lift off my cock. I’m going to give my jockey a little motivation to keep her enthusiasm restricted to pussy humping!” Sims chuckled as the Wasp groaned while shivering with apprehension as her torso was lifted upward and the dark-skinned man below her lifted his hands from her hips and balled them into fists.

“AGGH! OWWwww!” the winsome Wasp grunted loudly in rapid succession as Sims punched upward into the outer side of her right and then her left breast with vicious hooks. “OOiiiEEEEEeee!” the petite Avenger shrilled at the top of her lungs as the dark-skinned rapist then placed a huge hand over each breast and squeezed hard, digging his fingers into the compressed mammary glands.

“NOW, RIDE ME, WASP!” Sims roared as he continued to squeeze as he mauled the pretty socialite’s tender C-cups. “Ride me with enthusiasm, or I’ll pop these chest bumps like overripe pimples. Let her legs go, boys, but keep hold of her arms.”

Janet Van Dyne groaned in agony and moaned with despair as her breasts ached from mistreatment. As her legs were released, she pulled her knees inward to straddle Sims’ hips, and quickly began humping her vulva over the biker’s impossibly thick ten-inch penis. The spunky superheroine blushed badly as the dark-skinned rapist laughed, released her breasts, and then began slapping them over and over as he grinned up at her bruised and battered face.

“That’s better, you honky harlot,” Sims hissed a few seconds later, and finally stopped battering the chest of Avenger as she continued to be the one facilitating their ongoing copulation. “That hot pussy of yours is really milking my black cock good. Now, let’s start sharing the fun. The guys holding your arms are going to push your hands over their willies. If you do a good enough job jacking them off, I won’t invite any of my friends to fill your other two orifices until somebody cums.”

The winsome Wasp interrupted grunts of sexual need with moans of despair as she rode the thick phallus of the biker beneath her. She knew, as her hands were pushed over turgid erections, that the cooperation in the ongoing rape which Sims was demanding of her just might lead the biker gang to conclude that she wasn’t fighting hard enough against the so-called fate worse than death. That could mean Janet would face sexual devastation from white-hot metal at the end of the night. The comely CEO of Van Dyne Enterprises shrugged and shared the attention she was paying to her fornicating with masturbating a stiff penis in each hand. ‘A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do,’ Janet thought as her loins began to glow with pleasure.

“Whoa, that’s some gal you got there, Hank!,” Hawkeye exclaimed softly as he smirked down at the battered Wasp while she humped Sims’ manhood and pumped her hands up and down over the more average-sized shafts of two of the younger and smaller bikers, one Latino and one Caucasian, with what now appeared to be enthusiasm. “Waspie can definitely walk and chew gum at the same time. If you don’t mind me saying so…I’d say she’s starting to like what you thought of as punishment.”

“No more than you’d like getting the piss knocked out of you, and then getting forced to fuck some strange whore you just met, Barton,” Giant-man hissed gruffly as he stared down at his naked wife with a silly grin on his face and slowly stroked his turgid manhood. “She’s just trying to get the two punks to settle for hand jobs, and probably doesn’t realize how energetically she’s riding that coke bottle she’s sitting on as she concentrates on the jerking off. More than likely, she’s lost track of her own libido as well. I’ll bet you a C-note the jockey gets off before the pony.”

“No bet,” Clint spat with a wry grin on his face. “Ma Barton didn’t raise any fools! Besides, even I can hear the ever increasing wantonness that’s beginning to color those grunts and moans our winsome heroine is issuing. I hope you’re wrong though and she starts emptying nuts instead of juicing herself. I told you I’ve been itching to rape the Wasp for a long, long time. It would have happened ages ago too, if I’d had the good sense to stay a villain. Instead I joined you boy scouts, and I’m waiting at the end of the line with aching gonads just like you are. Sorry if what I said seems rude and crude. I’ll be more diplomatic once I’ve got that itch scratched.”

“Don’t bother, Clint,” Hank replied with a sheepish grin on his face. “Honesty can be rather refreshing, and to be frank, I don’t appreciate having to wait to take my turn either.”

The winsome Wasp energetically continued to ride Sims’ massive manhood for several minutes, while she desperately tried to get the two men gripping her upper arms to ejaculate with her five-finger phallus massages. As Janet noted drops of seminal fluid begin leaking from the meatuses at the tips of the man-meat she was stroking, the spunky heroine grinned as she facetiously proclaimed, “No! DON’T! Please don’t spray me with your disgusting spunk!”

“You’s a foolish bitch!” Sims’ chortled from under the brutalized heroine, before lowering his right hand to rest it on Janet’s hairless pubic mound. “There ain’t any amateurs in the BRC. When those boys dump their nuts, it will be into one of your holes or another. That way they won’t be spraying me too. Go ahead and have the next two take her arms, Gomy and Jones. And then go ahead and pick your favorite cum hole. As soon as this bitch sings, you can spit her.”

The Wasp groaned in disappointment as two twitching penises were pulled from her hands and two new men gripped her arms. While the humping heroine shook her head in trepidation as the skinny white kid moved behind her and the Latino slid in front of Blackie to stand before her face, she felt Sims’ rotate the thumb of the hand on her pubic mound to brush against her engorged clitoris.

“No…don’t…touch…,” the winsome Avenger began to protest as the thumb began gently circling her love button while her hands were pushed over two new erections. “UMMGHhh! OHHHggg!! FUUUCKK!” Janet sighed loudly as climax exploded from her loins. “NO!” the befuddled superheroine roared as Jones and Gomy began positioning their erections before her anus and mouth, respectively. “STOP! I told you…I won’t be your sandwich meat!” Janet blushed beet red as the room laughed and Gomy, Jones, and the two new arm restrainers continued to prepare to use her body while Sims pummeled his manhood into her spasmodic vagina.

Chapter 4. Trapped in an Airtight Seal

“Pleappphh!” Janet’s began to plead shrilly before her words were interrupted by the short Mexican, evidently named Gomy, pushing six-and-a-half inches of unimpressively girthed penis between her teeth and into her mouth. Then the winsome Wasp issued a long drawn out guttural groan as the young looking white boy behind her slowly pushed his better-than-average-sized eight-inch manhood against and then past her puckered sphincter, the distraction causing the auburn-haired Avenger to momentarily forget to keep humping Sims’ thick man-meat.

“That’s it, Jones,” Sims chuckled from underneath the world-renowned superheroine, “fill her ass good! I can feel you widening her anus as it pushes against the walls of her love tunnel. The way the honky rich bitch is moaning above me, I actually believe her when she claims she’s never gone airtight before. Get used to it, Wasp! You’re going to be a professional tupperwhore by the time we’re done with you tonight. Speaking of professional, that means you can’t get lazy. Ride me bitch, and start jacking Hayes and Ramirez, or I really will pop these milk bags like overripe grapes. You’re gonna be put through the gauntlet two or three times, so we can’t take all night with the first.”

“AAEEIIEPPPHhhhppphh!” Janet gasped about the turgid penis in her mouth as Sims again squeezed and dug his fingers into her breasts while Jones viciously rammed his manhood to the hilt into her anus. The spunky heroine quickly returned to humping Sims’ massive inseminator while she began stroking a slim black guy’s thick seven-inch tool with her right hand and a muscular Latino’s slightly longer but thinner appendage with her left hand. As Sims, attempting to keep his jockey moving at a vigorous pace, returned to slapping the outsides of her breasts, the Wasp concentrated on her oral efforts, thinking, ‘The mean asshole is right about one thing. I’ve got to work my way through these bastard rapists a lot more quickly, or I’m going to be too beat up to move before they’ve had enough of me!’

“FUCK! This superwhore’s is TIGHT!” Jones hollered gleefully as he began to rhythmically hump his penis into the Wasp’s behind. “I’m going to enjoy loosening her asshole up for her!”

“OH! OHHHhhhh! Jesus Christ!” Gomy moaned and threw his head back. “She’s fucking deep throating me! OOOUUUGHHH! Drink me bitch! God that’s fucking GREAT!”

Janet gagged just once as the Mexican before her began filling her mouth with warm semen, while she humped Sims’ massive meat and groaned at Jones’ painful anal assault. The Wasp dutifully licked the penis in her mouth, now no longer twitching in ejaculation, clean with her tongue. Meanwhile, the comely millionaire-cum-superheroine began adding a twisting motion to her five-finger massages, hoping to get her ‘arm restrainers’ as close to splorting as possible before they began using one of her orifices.

“Stay where you are, Hayes and Ramirez,” a well-hung white guy called out from beside Blackie as Gomy stepped away from her face, “I’ll take bottom next when Sims’ is done taking his shot at bigging the Wasp. From the way Jones is grinning, her ass might not be ready for a real stud just yet. Besides, it just might be inseminator number three that lucks out and graduates to impregnator. Do you want your firstborn to be an Irishman, Miss Janet Van Dyne? Get me ready to make you a baby, baby, with that blow job you’ve been bragging so much about.”

The Wasp blushed badly as the red-haired bragger pushed his thick nine-inch penis towards her open mouth, while groaning as Jones vigorously assaulted her anus while she humped Sims’ and jerked off Hayes and Ramirez. Janet accepted the offered man-meat, swirled her tongue three times around the corona of the massive penis glans, and then went straight to her patented deep throating, causing the Irishman to moan with surprise and pleasure.

“Get ready for a cum enema, superwhore,” Jones gasped loudly as he shoved his member to the hilt in the Wasp’s anus. The late-teen white kid groaned with pleasure as he began ejaculating into the stunningly beautiful superheroine’s ass. “God damn, this is one tight asshole! Decide who’s going to cornhole this uppity Avenger next, and get someone to take her arm, Hayes. Her ass will have milked me dry in a few seconds!”

Janet groaned in shame as she felt hot liquid fill the lower part of her bowels. The Wasp had been an anal virgin until a few weeks ago, and was still disgusted with the idea of being forced to perform anal sex, not to mention appalled with the pain accompanying the sex act. Janet shook her head around the penis in her mouth as she heard Hayes call out, “That would be Ramirez! I want to watch rich and famous gulp down a black man’s cum. So I’ll wait until Lucky takes Sims’ place. Come on guys! Take an arm and move closer to plugging a superheroine hole!” As the Wasp felt a new grip on her left arm and a penis pulled out of her hand, she thrust her face fully forward until her nose pushed into pubic hair and Lucky’s large penis pushed into her esophagus, and began swallowing around the tumid organ.

“OH, fuck yeah!” Lucky chortled loudly. “This girl was not telling it half true when she said she was good at blow jobs! I’m thinking she must have been equally forthright when she admitted she was off of the pill. Someone’s going to be a new pa when we’re a finished with Miss Van Dyne tonight!”

“FUUUUCCKK!” Sims hollered as he suddenly grabbed Janet’s hips and pushed her firmly down over his spurting beer-can-thick manhood. “My cocks erupting like a volcano as I try my damndest to give this rich bitch a mulatto brat. Lucky, you son of a bitch! You said that on purpose to put an early end to that fine ride this jockey was giving me.”

“That I did, my boy,” Lucky admitted as he pulled his twitching penis out of the crestfallen-looking Wasp’s mouth, the heroine obviously despondent at feeling surge after surge of semen filling her womb. “If you’d have kept on with your fun, Mr. Sims, while I was stuck with my baby maker in this lassie’s gullet, I’d have had to let her swallow my seed. Then I wouldn’t have had an Irishman’s lucky chance to be the new pa.”

“Besides, it turns out to be good timing,” Lucky continued with a big grin on his face. “Ramirez hasn’t mounted the lassie yet, so I’m going to change things up when you’re ready, my boy. Ramirez will take bottom, and we’ll stick the Avenger’s anus onto his cock…just like mounting a bug on a pin. Then I’ll fill her vagina and make damn good and sure Miss Van Dyne has to tell her egghead husband she’s been shamed into carrying another man’s child…hopefully and Irish one. Hayes, I was watchin’ out for you too, my lad. On her knees, this lassie is too damn good at making a guy squirt with that magic mouth of hers. Go ahead and find out if she’s just as talented a cock sucker when she’s upside down!”

“Holy shit!” Hawkeye hissed softly as she watched four bikers lift the Wasp off of Sims and roll her over while Lucky grinned as he moved around the men to stand between the Avenger’s widespread legs. “You never get used to how horny watching one of these costumed crime fighters getting themselves gangbanged makes you, do you, Hank?”

“No…you don’t…not even when the heroine is your wife,” Giant-man admitted softly in a quivering voice as Ramirez lay on his back on the mattress and reached up to grab the suspended Janet’s hips. “That said…I’ve got to be honest…I’m no longer sure this was a good idea. Janet’s taking a hell of a beating…and seeing as this is Wolverine’s territory…I don’t think we can stop these men from doing whatever they want to her when they’re done fucking. Clint, the tissue regenerator is toast. I can’t fix her…if they use the clit warmer on her…so Janet would never forgive me for that. Janet’s going to be awfully pissed, regardless. I had to tell Logan I was okay with Blackie and his boys branding the Wasp when they’re done with their fun.”

“The Wasp deserves everything she gets, Hank.” Hawkeye hissed with a chuckle while he watched the sultry Avenger yanking her arms and legs as she desperately tried to break free. “She cuckolded you, remember.” Clint flashed a mean grin at Giant-man and then returned his gaze to the Wasp as she screamed “NO…NO…don’t put it in my behind!” The four men holding her arms were slowly lowering the spunky heroine as Lucky knelt to help Ramirez guide her sphincter to the tip of the Latino’s rock-hard upward-jutting manhood. “And, if Waspie gets irreparably damaged, it will be doubly her own fault. I know she can fight harder than that!”

“Watch what you wish for, Clint,” Giant-man said softly with a silly grin suddenly filling his face as his wife gasped in discomfort and shame while Ramirez’s penis pushed through her anal gasket. “Janet’s only trying to make it look like she’s struggling at the moment. She had the Irishman ready to blow when he pulled his cock out of her mouth. Janet wants him in her pussy as quickly as possible while he’s still on the edge of ejaculation. That way she can get on to the next guy. Janet has already figured out that she can’t avoid the punishment I’ve arranged for her to get, and is just trying to control the duration. I’m not sorry that I’m having her gangbanged…the beat down I’m a little less comfortable with.”

“I’m sorry that part of this bothers you, Hank,” Hawkeye replied with obvious sincerity as he watched Lucky ram his large phallus into the Wasp’s love canal while Hayes began slapping the heroine’s upturned face with the end of his manhood as the dark-skinned biker commanded, “Open up and suck, Wasp!” Clint Barton looked Hank in the eyes and explained, “I say that because when the next beat down session begins, I’ll be doing my best to open up a few more gashes in your wife’s once pretty face. Remember, I came here tonight to let my inner villain out for a change.”

“Enjoying yourself, are you, Barton?” the man known to most of the room’s occupants as ‘Patch’ growled softly as he watched the Wasp begin fellating Hayes’ thick seven incher while her hands were pushed over two new penises and she was sandwiched between Lucky and Ramirez. “I couldn’t help overhear you boy’s conversation. I don’t want to hear the four letter word starting with ‘W’ in this room ever again from either of you boys. You wouldn’t want Blackie’s boys to guess who’s who. Hank, I told you to turn around and walk away, didn’t I? I told you that Janet was going to get fucked up if you didn’t, didn’t I?”

“Yes , Lo…Patch,” Hank whispered back as he shrugged his shoulders while he watched his wife getting thoroughly used as she was again trapped in an airtight seal. As he noted the pleasure filling her muffled gasps and groans, he continued with, “I promise I won’t be grumbling about your hospitality when we leave this fine establishment at the end of the night. If Janet is permanently fucked up, I’ll live with it…and so will she!”

“I’ve gotta agree with you there, Pym,” Wolverine replied gruffly as the Wasp sighed loudly three times in climax as Lucky grunted in ecstasy while spewing spunk into the bucking heroine’s womb, “not that I’ll be particularly happy about it. I had to let Blackie and the boys forgo those so-called rules of engagement you asked about at the bar, Hank, due to Janet’s enthusiastic ball busting. I may be able to rein the boys back in a bit…the beating I mean…not the branding. I’d hate to ruin Clint’s fun though,” the diminutive mutant chuckled as he watched a big Samoan kneel between the sultry heroine’s legs while Hayes grinned as he sprayed semen into the Wasp’s mouth, “so I’ll look the other way until Barton adds that additional gash he’s hoping will be a permanent scar to what was a mighty pretty face. However, if you break something or knock out a tooth, you’re banned instantly, regardless of whether you’ve taken a turn with the Wasp, Clint. Understood?”

“Yeah, Patch,” Hawkeye acknowledged with a mean grin on his face and excitement in his eyes as he heard the Wasp moan in disgust while Ramirez chortled gleefully as he ejaculated into the bucking Avenger’s anus, “I’d be grateful to you for giving me that boon. I know just where I want to mark her. You both should lighten up though. It’s not like Janet can’t afford a plastic surgeon to make herself back into the hottie she was. That will take time to set up though, so the looks on the other Avengers’ faces as she’s forced to display the evidence of her comeuppance is going to be priceless!”

“Which is why I’m not sure I’m happy about the extent to which the Wasp is getting fucked up,” Wolverine spat with obvious disdain as the Samoan pulled Janet off of Hayes and onto her feet. “Is all of this going to be a surprise to the boy scout? Am I going to have Rogers on my ass over this? I like running this place, and I’ve been very particular about which girls I’ve allowed in the back room…until now. Steve Rogers isn’t likely to believe me when I tell him that most of the BRC’s cock food deserved getting their asses raped, and many of them craved it. How are you going to convince him Janet both deserved what she’s getting…and, I think, enjoyed it…at least so far?”

Chapter 5. Double Trouble

“Get the fuck away from me!” the Wasp roared as she was pulled to her feet by the grinning Samoan while one of the bikers she’d been masturbating, a big well-hung white guy, turned her wrist over to a new guy. “I’ve had enough! Let me go now…without burning me…or I swear I’ll see every one of you pricks castrated.” Janet cringed as the former wrist holder stepped behind her. “I promise…if you let me go now…I’ll forget I was ever here!”

“Can’t do that, you superheroine cunt,” the Samoan chortled back as he grinned at the auburn-haired Avenger and made a point of stroking his jutting nine-inch penis three times to bring the girl’s eyes to the next threat she faced. “Most of us still haven’t filled one of those hot little holes of yours the first time, and most of us usually take three turns with our cock food before we decide whether she deserves the BRC mark of approval. You know what happens to girls that don’t! You up for some DP action, Sampson?”

“Double stuff her?” the big white guy behind the Wasp asked with obvious glee. “Sure, Patuatolla, I’ll share her hot box with you. Let’s lift her up while the guys holding her ankles spread her legs, and then lower her pussy onto our dicks.”

Janet Van Dyne took one look at Sampson’s thick eight-inch phallus as the biker slid closer to her back, before glancing downward again to the Samoan’s larger member, and screaming, “NO FUCKING WAY!” The winsome Wasp knew full well what ‘DP’ meant. In this case, she knew the men were planning to put both of their members into her vagina at the same time. Janet did not want to experience double vaginal penetration as she was brutally raped, fearing she might not be able to control her libido. As her feet were dragged outward, and Patuatolla grabbed her waist while Sampson grabbed her hips in preparation of lifting her upward, the Wasp yanked her right arm with all her strength. Her wrist broke free from the pudgy black guy who had been holding it, allowing the spunky heroine to drive her fist into the left side of the Samoan’s jaw.

“OW!” Patuatolla spat angrily as he took the blow, before laughing as the pudgy guy managed to recapture her wrist. “That was a pretty good shot from a little girl like you, Wasp. But I still don’t think you’re going to earn the BRC stamp of approval as first-class cock food! Lift, Sampson! Let’s see if we can both squirt spunk into this foxy bitch at the same time.”

“UUUUOOOHHhhh!” came from Janet’s throat in a long drawn out gasp/moan as the men she was sandwiched between pushed their penis heads together and slowly lowered her vulva over the tumid organs. “FUCK ME!” the Wasp groaned as the twin phalluses slid up her love canal. Janet blushed beet red as she realized that her vagina was getting the kind of stretching that only a performer in a donkey show would normally expect.

“Hell, yes,” Sampson called out as his face lit up with delight, “I’ve never fucked a tighter hole! What say we give her the fuck of her life, Patuatolla? Give us a three count and we can both start jackhammering her!”

“THREE!” called out the big Samoan as he immediately started fornicating with earnest and the Wasp began panting rhythmically with an odd mixture of glee and mortification on her face. The panting grew louder and the sultry Avenger’s eyes rolled back as Sampson tried to time his upward thrusts with Patuatolla’s, never quite managing to get exactly in sync. Janet marveled at the odd feeling of flesh moving in an unbalanced rhythm and, sometimes, in multiple directions in her over-filled vagina.

“You’ve got the winsome Wasp pegged all right, Patch,” Giant-man admitted with a silly grin on his face. “Janet’s going to be forced climaxed…yet again…any minute now. In answer to your questions, Captain America doesn’t know I asked Clint to help me teach Janet a lesson for…he doesn’t know a couple of crooks like me and Clint captured the Wasp when she tried to break up our smuggling racket…which is exactly what Janet will tell Cap happened when she gets home at the end of the night. I’m pretty sure at least. If she does stick with the story, she’ll keep our secret, and not remember where the rape and beating occurred…especially if she’s still a girl come sunrise. If Cap did find out…while he might not agree she deserved this…he wouldn’t doubt Janet enjoyed at least some of it.”

“He’ll find out, Hank,” Wolverine asserted as he leered at the Wasp while she moaned rhythmically with sexual lust evident in her voice as she was bounced upward and downward over the twin phalluses in her vagina. “Shit like this always gets out…usually the full video recording ends up on ‘The Wizard’s Lair’ website. So have your arguments ready! Barton, I was talking to Blackie before I sauntered over here. You were making some bold claims about being able provide additional superheroine meat for Blackie’s…no…our…entertainment. You shouldn’t make claims you can’t back up…assuming you weren’t being serious.”

“I WAS being serious, Wolv…Patch,” Hawkeye affirmed as the two rapists double stuffing the Wasp began grunting in sync with the comely Avenger’s needful gasps. “I’ll explain, but first I want to know if there are God damn cameras in this room!”

“Not that I know of, Clint,” Wolverine replied with a shrug of his shoulders as the sounds from the mattress grew ever louder and sexually charged, “but every superheroine setback, both East Coast and West Coast seems to end up on the web these days. Personally, I think the Wizard is using the Scarlet Witch as his undercover snitch. Is there any chance of tossing Wanda onto that there mattress?”

“A good chance, Patch,” Clint announced with a thoughtful look on his face after grinning at the Wasp who was in turn grinning at the ceiling, obviously at the edge of climatic bliss, “if you and I can move a lot closer to the front of the fuck line for any heroine gangbangs I arrange. Here’s what I’m thinking. I keep in touch with all of the bolder guys on the various superhero teams…guys with similar tastes to mine. A lot of those guys are like Hank here…with either grudges against or secret fantasies about their female teammates. When an opportunity presents itself, I’ll convince one of those guys to do just what Hank and I did with the Wasp. Get her out of bed in the middle of the night with a fake mission as a ruse, stick her in a car, drive her here, stick a metahuman power suppression collar on her, and shove her through the clubroom door. It would actually help in recruiting those bolder guys if the good time the Wasp is having hit the net…without revealing that male costumed vigilantes were involved.”

“Speaking of good times, I think I want to concentrate on watching for a minute here,” Wolverine spat with a grin on his face while he ogled the bouncing Avenger as she relished her rape. “Then name names. Also, Hank needs to decide if this is a special occasion or if he’s auditioning to be a regular rapist.”

Janet Van Dyne gasped and moaned at the edge of ecstasy as she hung limply over the tumid penises double plundering her vagina. The Wasp was so enthralled by the strange sloshing of flesh in her over-stuffed love canal that she hadn’t noticed the four limb holders release her so they could stare dumbfounded at the ongoing rape.

“Patu, I can’t…hold off…much longer,” Sampson gasped softly as he continued thrusting his twitching manhood into the sultry Avenger and against the Samoan’s member. “I’ve gotta cum…even if she doesn’t!”

“Me too!” Patuatolla spat with a grin on his face. “Her too! She’s had one foot over the climax cliff for a while now. I think getting double seeded will finish miss goodie-two-shoes off. What do you think, Wasp? Should we all cum on three? One!”

The winsome Wasp blushed badly as she heard the Samoan’s sordid prediction and then the beginning of his countdown. It was true that Janet wanted another climax…needed another orgasm…given the mind-numbing sensations the two penises in her love canal were creating. ‘NO!’ the spunky heroine thought to herself as she tried to regain her composure. ‘I won’t give them the satisfaction this time…I won’t let myself cum!’

“Two!” the Samoan rasped as he joined Sampson in raping the famous celebrity at a furious pace.

‘Oh God, I need to cum!’ Janet Van Dyne admitted to herself as the pounding into her sex intensified. ‘But…I won’t…won’t…mustn’t cum.’

“THREE!” Patuatolla called out jubilantly as he climaxed hard and began ejaculating into the smoking hot superheroine’s vagina.

“Cum, super bitch,” Sampson roared as his own penis began splorting warm seed into a now bucking superheroine’s love canal. “Show us what a whore you are!”

“OOOHH! UUUhhhh! UHHHUHHhhh!” issued stridently from the Wasp’s throat as the warm goo she sensed flooding her vagina sent her sliding over the edge and into ecstasy. “OH! FUCK! I fucking love it!” Janet Van Dyne wanted to die as she heard herself admit that she was enjoying her gang rape. The Avenger desperately wanted to escape the terrible back room at Patch’s ‘RC Bar And Grill’, but all she could do was sigh in ongoing climax.

“Next!” Patuatolla announced as he and Sampson pulled their penises out of the Wasp’s vagina and laughed at the backwash of semen that flooded in gobs out of the superheroine’s vagina to coat her vulva and inner thighs and dribble onto the well-soiled mattress. Then the Samoan backhanded the Avenger’s right cheek with his right hand sending her sprawling onto the mattress, and hissed, “That’s for the punch, bitch.”

As Janet moaned in pain despite the glow still emanating from her loins, a large dark-skinned man stepped before her prone form while the pudgy black arm holder moved to stand behind her. “Get up, you spoiled rich bitch!” the bigger biker commanded. “You’re going to get DPed while standing again, this time in the more conventional manner. If you get up right away and mount my cock all by yourself, it will be Hodges, the lazy fat boy behind you, in your ass. Otherwise, I just might spin you around and stretch your tight asshole myself.”

The Wasp glared at the overly thick eight-inch penis jutting out in front of her, balled her fists, and then groaned as she pushed herself up to take her feet. Janet crouched as she prepared to have a go at the biker before her, before glancing back at the pudgy biker’s pre-cum dribbling six incher. The famous debutante forced a sheepish grin on her face as she straightened up, un-balled her fists, held her hands up in surrender, and stepped forward. Janet put a hand on each of the larger man’s shoulders and hopped upwards, wrapping her legs around the biker’s hips while he settled her vulva over his stiff erection. The biker grinned with satisfaction into Janet’s teary blue eyes as he waited for his clumsy partner to work his small penis past the Wasp’s sphincter. The double penetration completed, both men began fucking Janet hard.

“Well?” Wolverine grunted as he watched the Wasp become a suddenly cooperative rape victim.

“If I’ve guessed Clint’s plan correctly,” Giant-man replied softly as he watched his wife getting humped from both sides, “I won’t be needed for most of the rest of his ‘dance partners’. I didn’t see it until just now, but I’m here so the Wasp can’t make any official complaint over getting gangbanged tonight. She loves me…despite my mean streak…and wouldn’t want to see me sent to prison. That’s exactly what would happen if she filed charges against anyone here tonight. That said…if you’re short a partner some night…say if you want to see your current main squeeze, Mockingbird, on that mattress…just give me a holler, Clint.”

“You’re a very smart guy, Hank,” Hawkeye acknowledged with a twisted grin on his face as he made a show of leering at the Wasp. “That’s was exactly the plan…a repeatable plan. And that’s exactly why superheroines are the perfect ingredient for fun at a venue like this. If they have a secret identity, they can’t file charges without exposing themselves to the public. If their part of a team and one of their teammates participates, the team takes it on the chin if they complain. Added to that…most superheroes wouldn’t be particularly upset to hear a superheroine on their team got raped and beaten up. It happens so often to the girls anyhow that everyone just takes it as part of the job description. A few guys, maybe even Captain America, could be convinced that what we’re doing to the Wasp or some other heroine makes for a good training exercise. Cyclops too?”

“Maybe,” Wolverine replied without elaborating while he watched the ongoing rape. “Who can you produce as cock food in the near future, Clint? Other than Mockingbird, that is…and I do expect to see her here eventually. Lay it out without elaboration. Hodges is about to splort in the Wasp’s ass. The dude that replaces him, Arroyo, will be the last of Blackie’s boys taking his first turn. When he and Porter finish seeding their respective orifices I’ll be up. When I do step onto that mattress, you boys stay here until I’m done. I want the Wasp all to myself. Then you’re up, Clint, with Hank dead last.”

“Okay, Patch,” Clint Barton chortled as Hank Pym shrugged, and then laughed as the pudgy black guy gasped and then announced he was seeding the Wasp’s anus. “You know the ropes well, I see. As for the next superheroine likely to visit this room, it will probably be the Invisible Woman. Her brother Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, has been having trouble keeping girlfriends, so he’s horny, and has been hankering to get into his sister’s pants since he was a teen. Sue Richards would never consider getting Johnny into trouble with the law, so we’re home free.”

Hawkeye grinned as Wolverine nodded his approval, before adding, “After that, I’m thinking one of your friends, Rogue. Gambit is frustrated with her using her power absorbing touch as an excuse to avoid intimacy, and she’s seemingly too stupid to acknowledge that a metahuman power suppression collar and a warm bed would be solve the problem. As you know, the X-Men would never turn on one of their own for such a petty infraction as gang rape. You asked about Wanda Maximoff. Sooner or later, I’d talk to Quicksilver into dumping the Scarlet Witch onto the mattress. Same brother-sister thing as the Torch. I could keep going. I’ve got a plan for Psylocke if you want the hear it.”

“No need!” Wolverine replied as he watched Arroyo, the skinny Porto Rican, slam his thin seven-inch penis with one thrust to the hilt into the Wasp’s anus, causing the foxy Avenger to issue a short howl. “I need to think about this. The training exercise aspect was something I hadn’t considered. I may need to make a trade with the Wasp, and get her to suggest it if Rogers finds out about tonight. I may have given you a strange look when you mentioned the X-Men, Clint. I wouldn’t want to see Shadowcat become cock food…so give me a warning so that I can take that night off. That means I’m saying no superheroine should be off the table…not Shadowcat, not Mockingbird, not even Jean Grey. It also means I’m expecting you to develop some West Coast connections. I wouldn’t mind watching Wonder Woman kick these bikers’ asses…before we tie her down and rape her six ways from Sunday!”

“Understood, Patch,” Clint Barton acknowledged as Wolverine moved towards the mattress where the Wasp was once again moaning in rhythm to the two rapists humping into her well-used orifices, “and do enjoy the treat Hank and I brought you tonight.”

Janet Van Dyne was indeed moaning with sexual need as she rode the large dark-skinned man’s long thick penis with her legs still wrapped around his hips, while the skinny Porto Rican behind her stirred his more diminutive penis in her ass. The glow in her loins was growing again, despite the fact that the Wasp had lost count of the rapists that had had their way with her. Her anus ached from abuse, however, despite having been used mostly by smaller penises. The sultry Avenger cringed at the realization that many of the better hung men who had used her vagina during their first session of raping her would be planning on abusing her back door during her second, or even third, turn through the ‘gauntlet’, as Sims had put it. Janet was desperately trying to come up with a tactic to bring the gangbang party to an early conclusion.

As the men the Wasp was sandwiched between began fucking her more vigorously while issuing guttural grunts, Janet forgot about any worries about the near future as the glow in her sex drove her desperately close to yet another orgasm. The Avenger blushed as she realized pleasure and contentment were beaming from her face, and her body language, her arms wrapped about her fornicator’s shoulders and her legs around his hips, screamed that she was fully cooperating with her rapists’ sordid desires.

“OOOOHHHhhh! AAHHHHhhh! YYEESSSsssss!” sighed Janet as she exploded in sexual climax as her mind wrapped around what her continence and body language meant to the gang of bikers watching and participating in the gangbang. The Wasp was a sex whore who craved the bikers’ rough treatment, and therefore deserved the narrow tipped branding iron that would end that craving forevermore. The winsome Avenger shivered in terror as the image of white-hot metal applied to the most delicate of flesh filled her mind, and her sighing grew louder as her orgasm intensified.

“JEESE!” Arroyo gasped as he fucked his unspectacular penis up into the Wasp’s ass, “this super slut’s anus is wringing my prick like a rooster’s neck before it gets plucked and sent to the kitchen. I love it! Take my hot cum up your butthole, Wasp.” The Porto Rican grinned jubilantly as he ejaculated into the vivacious superheroine’s fluttering rear orifice.

“Cool!” Porter snorted gleefully as Arroyo stepped back and smiled with satisfaction. “I can’t wait to loosen the Wasp’s back door up even further when we get to the second round. First I’m, uummm yeah, going to add my sperm to the race to find a fresh egg to fuse with. Can you feel my spunk in your uterus, Wasp? With luck you’ve freshly ovulated, and you’ll leave here pregnant. Even if you abort the baby, YOU’LL know you got bigged by the BRC!”

The shivering Wasp blushed beet red as she again sensed semen surging into her reproductive track as Porter’s manhood pulsed and twitched in her vagina, while the threat of what she was in for from the dark-skinned biker during the next round of raping sunk into her mind. Janet was also both mortified and angered by the truth of Porter’s last few sentences. The Avenger was certain to have ovulated soon after her pregnancy protection drugs had been flushed from her system less than two days ago. The Wasp WOULD get impregnated, probably already was, as a result of being gang raped. She had no doubt that Hank would run the appropriate tests to verify this fact when they got home, before giving her drugs to terminate the fertilized ovum, or possibly ova. Janet did not doubt that her husband would rub her face into the disgraceful outcome; an outcome that could have been avoided if she’d given up her girls’ nights out with Wanda Maximoff as Hank had begged her to do.

The thoughts of shame and fears of degradation yet to come fueled the now sobbing Wasp’s ire as Porter grunted and chortled while he waited for his ejaculation to finally end. Then, the dark-skinned biker casually pushed the smoking hot heroine off of his hips, forcing Janet’s hands off of his shoulders, toppling the gorgeous girl downward to land on her butt on the mattress at the feet of the still gawking Arroyo.

The Wasp took a couple of deep breaths to collect her wits, tears streaming down her face, before springing upward, pirouetting, and driving the top of her right foot hard upward to catch Arroyo squarely in the testicles. As the Porto Rican groaned and doubled over, Janet Van Dyne drove her right fist into the side of Arroyo’s face while screaming, “Keep your filthy pricks out of my ass!” The skinny Porto Rican dropped to the mattress, out cold, as the Wasp twisted around to face Porter, while shrilling, “You want to ‘loosen my back door’ when you take your next turn raping me, do you, bad ass? Rethink it, or I’m going to bust your balls and put you to sleep just like the mother fucker behind me!”

The Wasp managed to change her frown to a slight grin as she ducked a furious Porter’s left jab at her face and drove her own left fist hard into his stomach. The dark-skinned biker doubled over slightly, but managed to block the spunky heroine’s right punch at his face with his left arm and then backhand the Wasp’s head with his right hand, visibly widening the gash in the auburn-haired girl’s right eyebrow. Porter cocked his left fist as he watched the battered Avenger wobble, and roared, “Let’s see if a broken nose doesn’t take a little spirit out of this bitch. No whore is going to tell ME her ass is off limits!”

Chapter 6. The Wolverine

“That’s enough, Porter,” Wolverine commanded gruffly as he stepped onto the mattress. “It wasn’t your nuts that she tried to rupture, and I don’t want her gagging on blood while she demonstrates to me why she’s reputed to be a first-class cocksucker. Now drag Arroyo away and everyone step away from the mattress. Back me up, Blackie, if you want more superheroine cock food in your future, which Clint assures me will happen if we don’t fuck things up for him tonight.”

“Do as Patch says, boys,” Blackie called out with delight in his eyes. “Move back so that no one’s closer than five feet to the edge of the mattress. I like entertaining whores who can put up a good fight, but, based on the Wasp’s performance, also enjoy being gangbanged. Don’t let too much time pass before you deliver the next super slut though, Clint, or we’ll come looking for you.”

“He’ll feed us the Invisible Woman in a few weeks, Blackie, with someone other than Hank assisting him,” Wolverine cut in as Hawkeye opened his mouth to answer. “I’ll have him call ahead each time he has a treat for us. You’re going to want your meanest and horniest guys for those evenings.”

“Now, turning my attention to you, Wasp,” Logan growled softy as he grinned at the sultry Avenger shivering with trepidation as she watched Arroyo’s limp form dragged away, “take your knees in the center of the mattress facing the front wall. Then I’ll kneel myself. You and I are going to have a short private conversation about the future you’ll have if you bite anyone’s cock tonight, among other things, and then I’m going to stand and you’re going to give me the best fellatio I’ve ever had…and I’ve had a lot of blow jobs during my days. Kneel, NOW, Van Dyne!”

Janet blushed badly, bit her lip, and quickly kneeled. The Wasp knew she couldn’t win in a fisticuff match with the Wolverine—probably couldn’t even hurt him. Besides, the vivacious Avenger thought to herself, she’d much rather have the short but stocky mutant’s ten-inch-long inch-and-a-half thick penis in her mouth than her anus, which she thought was likely the Wolverine’s second choice when it came to orifices.

“You seem to be having a really good time tonight, Wasp,” Wolverine observed with a chuckle as he did take his knees right before Janet. “A happy thing for you, I guess…for the moment. I want to remind you of two things, and then I’m going to tell you what I can do for you, if you agree to do something for me. During this short conversation, I don’t want to hear you speak a single word. Just nod when appropriate, or shake your head. Is that clear?”

Wolverine smiled as the Wasp nodded, a smile that broadened as he watched the Avenger’s eyes widen with fear as he pointed out in a whisper, “Now I told your husband to turn around when you three walked into my fine establishment. I told him you’d get fucked up if he pushed you into this room.” Logan made a point of smudging the trickle of blood that had formed under Janet’s newly widened eyebrow gash, before continuing with, “And fucked up you are, but not so bad yet that it will leave any really noticeable scars…I think. I also told him that if the boys thought you weren’t trying hard enough to prevent your rapes…that if you appeared to be enjoying yourself…you’d get a very special branding iron…one that would leave damage your husband couldn’t repair now that you Avengers’ magic healing machine is busted. I warned him and he warned you, right?”

Wolverine chuckled softly again as the Wasp shivered with horror in her tearing blue eyes as she nodded, before adding, “I see that you realize that despite putting up a pretty good fight, the good time you’ve been having…which everyone in the room has seen and heard…could mean a disappointing end to this party…for you, for Hank, and, frankly, for me. Would you like to hear my plan to make sure the night ends with a painful butt cheek instead of…?”

Logan watched tears stream down Janet Van Dyne’s reddened face as she nodded vigorously, and spat, “Good! What I’m going to do for you is make the vast majority of the men want to use your mouth to dump their second and third loads into. I’ll clarify shortly, and you’ll like the plan just a little less than you already do. To make that plan possible, I need to tell you a secret or two, and then give you some advice. Should I continue?”

The Wolverine watched the Wasp wipe the tears from her face and nod again, and said, “First, you’ll want to give me the very best head you can, cooperating fully, when I stand up. I want you to remember that it will be disaster for you if you do bite my, or anyone’s, dick. Next, be ready when Barton moves in to take his turn after me. I’m pretty sure he wants to ass fuck you, but before he does, he’s going to fuck your face up even further. I’ll step in at some point, and put an end to that, but I probably can’t spare you at least one more gash. It would help if you kicked his ass and denied him your anus for as long as you can. Understood?”

Logan smirked as Janet nodded again with anger in her eyes rather than trepidation, and growled, “Good! I was never a fan of the bowman. Now, after Hank’s turn, you’ll get turned over to the girls and you’re not going to be happy about being their toy, but I suggest you take it from them and gather your strength. Then the second beat down will start. Explode! Put as many bikers on the ground as you can, concentrating on the weakest guys first. Do you think you can do that?”

The Wolverine chuckled as the Wasp grinned and nodded, and whispered, “With a lot of guys hurting and worn out from fighting, most of the guys will be grateful when I come up with a way to make you stop kicking their asses…I’m going to tell you, with the room listening, that you’re going to get the clit warmer if you DON’T cooperate and drink every load of spunk us guys have to offer…but not one guy at a time…at the end of the party. Gokkun bukkake! I’ve spent a lot of time in Japan. Nasty, but if you agree to my plan, the rules will suddenly make that strong libido you heroines all have no longer a problem. Will you cooperate and accept the degradation I have in mind?”

Logan laughed out loud as Janet Van Dyne took on a greenish pallor and gagged, but a few seconds later made a barely perceptible nod. “I didn’t figure you’d be enthusiastic about the idea,” the short, stocky mutant acknowledged softly. “Not all the guys will settle for fellatio, Wasp. You’ll have to deal with the few who won’t settle for anything less than your anus yourself. But if you agree to do what I ask, I won’t be one of them ass fuckers…which to tell you the truth I ain’t happy about…but I’m willing to forgo that privilege to forward Clint’s plan to feed these hungry bikers your heroine friends, one by one, for a good long time to come. Do you want to hear what I want you to do that might help Clint and my plans come to fruition?”

The Wolverine grinned as the Wasp stared hard at his incongruous package; the diminutive X-Man’s penis was longer than his thighs. The Avenger gulped loudly, pointed her chin towards the brazier in the back of the room and the three branding irons in it, and shook her head. As Janet’s eyes returned to his massive phallus, she gulped loudly again, before Logan protested, “I wasn’t using anal rape as a threat, Van Dyne. I was just admitting my proclivities. You got guts, girl. You’re trying to protect your friends…but not I think from the beat downs and gangbangs…it’s the clit warmer your worried about isn’t it?”

Logan chuckled as Janet smiled sheepishly and nodded, so he proclaimed, “If I promise that that particular iron, although it might be used as an attention demanding threat, won’t actually be used for its designed purpose on any of Clint’s superheroine cock food, will you listen to what I’m proposing with an open mind?”

The Wolverine stood as Janet nodded, and whispered, “IF your star-spangled team leader finds out about tonight, I want you to admit to him that, while it obviously wasn’t a walk in the park, you had a good time. I want you to say that this evening gave you a chance to hone your hand-to-hand combat skills…that this experience will motivate you to train even harder to maintain those skills. Then I want you to tell Cap that it might be a good training experience for the rest of your female teammates…should they find themselves in the position you found yourself in tonight…and suggest the boy scout look the other way should that happen. If you agree, nod, and then start sucking my cock, Wasp.

The winsome Wasp looked thoughtful for a few seconds, shrugged, nodded, and reached for Wolverine’s massive manhood. Janet stroked the impressive appendage three times, and then lowered her head over the huge, bulbous glans. The world-renowned high-society celebutante spent a full minute swirling her tongue around the corona of the glans, with an occasional flick up and down the meatus slit, before sucking softly while stroking the length of the shaft gently with her right hand.

Wolverine moaned with pleasure and grinned as the sucking sensation increased slowly, and then the Wasp began pushing her head forward, slowly taking his stiff erection into her warm, wet mouth, one-half inch at a time. Logan groaned with disappointment as, with her lips only halfway down his shaft, his spongy penis head barely past the girl’s tonsils, the winsome Wasp gagged once and began pulling back. Wolverine frowned and reached forward to place his right hand over the heiress’s auburn hair at the back of her head, and then shrugged as Janet shook her head over his cock and reached back to swat his hand away.

The Wasp grinned around the huge phallus in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down over the shaft a dozen times before pushing her lips forward again. Janet gagged again, but continued pushing forward, forcing the Wolverine’s mushroom like glans into her esophagus. The stone cold fox kept right on pushing her head forward, allowing the monster-sized appendage to slide ever further down her throat.

Wolverine moaned loudly and held his breath as, with only two inches of shaft left to be fed into mouth, the Wasp began vigorously bobbing her head over his twitching manhood. Logan grinned and groaned needfully as the fashion queen of costumed crime fighters added a rotational twisting motion to her bobbing. Within seconds, the diminutive mutant with the massive phallus was issuing a low guttural growl that shouted intense pleasure.

The Wasp, red faced and desperate to replenish the air in her lungs, forced her head forward and pushed her lips into Wolverine’s coarse, thick bushy pubic hair. As her lips reached pelvis, Janet sucked hard, and grinned as the Wolverine’s massive penis began to swell while twitching spasmodically. The Wasp knew very well that she had the hirsute X-Man prepared for culmination, and began repeatedly swallowing around the rock-hard cock in her throat.

Wolverine gasped with surprise as the Wasp’s throat began milking his swollen member. Logan threw his head back and focused on denying the sultry superheroine-cum-women’s-apparel-designer the quick finish to fellatio she obviously desired. Wolverine’s eyes rolled back as the Wasp’s milking throat overpowered his will, and he gasped, “Good GOD! I’m gonna shoot! Drink me, Wasp…down to the last drop!”

The Wasp giggled around the massive penis in her throat as it began pulsing, and she felt warm, sticky semen begin spurting down her gullet. Janet pulled her head back to let squirt after squirt of Wolverine’s ejaculate erupt into her wide-open mouth. The quantity of discharging seed entering her mouth was so copious that the Wasp couldn’t swallow fast enough to comply with Logan’s sordid demand. Before Wolverine finished splorting, there was more than a little sticky jism on her chin.

“Your reputation…as a first-class…cocksucker…is well deserved…Janet Van Dyne,” Wolverine gasped as he slowly pulled his penis out of the Wasp’s gaping mouth and struggled to regain his composure. “Here, you missed some,” Logan observed as he stared down at the fine-featured face that was filled with pride and satisfaction as the comely Avenger sucked in breath after breath of air. “Let me help,” Wolverine chortled as he used his right forefinger to push gob after gob of spunk from the Wasp’s chin and cheeks into her mouth while he watched the multi-millionaire adventuress swallow with apparent eagerness.

The sultry Avenger’s battered face relatively clean, Logan observed facetiously, “One good cum deserves another. On your back, Wasp! While I fuck you, I’m going to explain why you’re going to give birth to my baby, despite having been seeded by…was it five?…guys before me. Lay back. NOW!”

“Isn’t that…taking a double turn…cheating when it comes to gangbang etiquette, Wo…Patch?” the Wasp asked softly with laughter in her eyes. “Let me clean your penis up with my tongue, and you can send the big bad woman beater onto the mattress next.”

“Nobody’s going to complain about my dawdling with you, Wasp,” Wolverine observed matter-of-factly as he chuckled softly, “considering Blackie and his boys don’t pay rent to use the facilities here at my bar and grill. I’m not going to wait for another turn to seed that hot box of yours, Janet. You see, the sooner I seed you, the more certain it will be that my tadpoles knock any of the other guys’ sperm swimmers trying to fuse with your egg cells out of the ball game and take over the fusing process themselves. Also, the sooner my sperm inseminates you, the greater the time that will have elapsed between your egg being fertilized and you getting home. I’ll tell you why that matters while I’m fucking you, Van Dyne. On your back. NOW!”

Laughter in the Wasp’s eyes was replaced by fear and concern as she watched the Wolverine bend towards her and ball his right hand into a fist. Janet groaned and quickly settled backwards off her knees, sat, and then lay back while pushing her legs open for Logan to kneel between them. The sultry Avenger gulped as the small, stocky, and rugged looking X-Man opened his fist as he lowered himself down so that his mighty penis, still fully erect despite his prolonged ejaculation only moments earlier, jutted above the Wasp’s clean-shaven pubic mound. Janet watched with widened, mesmerized eyes as the glans of the penis again slowly lowered, and the spunky heroine moaned softly as the spongy mushroom parted her labia minora. The moan gradually grew louder as Wolverine slowly but steadily pushed his massive member up her love canal.

Wolverine grinned as the Wasp’s long drawn out moan ended with a gasp as the end of his cock bumped into the exquisite superheroine’s cervix. “Yeah, Van Dyne, my tadpoles won’t have far to swim to reach the egg cell, or egg cells, in your uterus, as I’ll be blasting right up your cervical canal when I cum. However, that event is still a few minutes away. First you’re going to sing the song of ecstasy again, pretty much sealing your celibate future…if the boys don’t like my proposal latter on.” Logan laughed as abject terror filled the Wasp’s face, and slowly withdrew his penis until only the head kept Janet’s labial lips spread.

“OHHHhhh!” the Wasp gasped as the well-hung X-Man slammed his member back into her vagina and she felt a firm bump against the vaginal end of her cervix. Janet moaned as she felt the huge phallus slowly withdrawn a second time, and then coughed, “OOHHoohh!” as the Wolverine rammed his member back into her love canal. Janet grunted in pleasure three more times as Logan bumped pelvises with her in rapid succession, and then moaned with disappointment as he slowly pulled his member back and paused. The interlude ended with the end of Wolverine’s penis being jammed back into her, banging into her cervix like a battering ram against a castle gate, and the Wasp hissed in a soft raspy voice, “YEEeesss, Wo…Patch, fuck me hard with your big fucking cock. It feels SOOoooo good!”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, Wasp,” Wolverine whispered into the panting Avenger’s ear while she blushed with humiliation as he fornicated with her, now with a steady rhythmic pace. “And you are enjoying me raping you, Van Dyne. You’re sopping wet down there, Avenger. I’ll let you cum in a minute or two, Wasp, and then I’ll seed you…impregnate you. First, I’m going to tell you something about me that almost nobody knows.”

Wolverine humped his massive manhood rapidly in and out of the Wasp’s vagina a half-dozen times as the comely Avenger gasped and moaned, obviously relishing the ongoing intercourse, and then returned to a slow steady rhythm as he whispered, “You know I’m a mutant, Wasp. The power my X-gene gives me is a healing factor that makes me pretty close to unkillable. Most people know that. What YOU need to know just now, Van Dyne, is that my sperm carries my DNA, my X-gene, which is why my tadpoles are going to be able to boot your previous lovers’ sperm cells off of your egg cells before they can successfully fuse. Your eggs are then going to eagerly fuse with my swimmers, and my X-gene will be transferred to the zygote that forms from that fusion.”

Logan fucked the Wasp hard for a handful of seconds and grinned as the familiar needful note tinged the sultry Avenger’s gasps of pleasure. Returning to the slower humping pace, Wolverine continued whispering, “What I’m trying to tell you, Van Dyne, is that, the zygote we are about to make together will also have my healing power, as will the fetus it becomes. That healing power will grow in strength with time, which is why I didn’t want to wait to fuck your nice tight pussy until my turn comes up again, and why I’m also hoping it will take you a long time to drain all of these biker’s nuts. By the time you get home, the zygote, or zygotes, in your womb should be pretty resilient, although the healing factor will then gradually weaken after birth until the child develops its own mutant power during puberty. Put the point is…I’m pretty close to unkillable…and, after a few hours, so is any zygote I help create.”

“NO! NO! NOOOooo!” the Wasp shrilled on the brink of climax as the meaning of the Wolverine’s words dawned on her. “Please don’t cum inside me…Patch!”

“Yeah, that’s right, Wasp” Wolverine acknowledged as he began furiously fornicating with the Wasp. The X-Man whispered while chuckling, “The morning after pill your husband plans on giving you after you get home won’t create the slightest problem for the zygote we’re about to make. If you’re going to abort my progeny, you’re gonna need to have surgery. No more bikinis for you, Van Dyne!”

“NO, NOOooo! OHHHHHhh! OOOOOHHH!!! FFFFfffuuuUUUUUKK MMEEEeeee!” the Wasp sighed loudly as she bucked in climax under the fornicating X-Man above her. As Janet tried to collect her wits and beg Wolverine to pull out and ejaculate anywhere except in her vagina, the diminutive mutant thrust hard inward, his penis glans pushing hard against the squirming Avenger’s cervix.

“GGGGgggghh!” Wolverine growled triumphantly as he kept his oversized penis buried to the hilt in the Wasp’s honeypot while his gonads glowed and his phallus pulsed. Logan grinned as he ejaculated hard and long into the back of the sighing world-renowned superheroine’s vagina, and then whispered, “I’ll bet it feels like a fire hose is spraying up your cervical canal. You’re knocked up with a nearly unkillable kid, Van Dyne. I give your husband a one-in-ten chance of saving you a very embarrassing appointment with a surgeon…or a maternity ward if you go that way. If he gets lucky and you do what you agreed to…assuming I get the guys to see it my way a little while from now…fine. If you don’t get the clit warmer though…and you don’t make the pitch to the boy scout…and I’ll know because Barton will be listening…I’ll keep finding you and keep raping you until your husband’s luck…thus your luck…runs out. You understand?”

The Wasp, now lying limply on the mattress as she panted and moaned with tears streaming down her cheeks, blushed badly as she tried to understand the Wolverine’s words. Janet sobbed softly as it dawned on her that a shameful unwanted pregnancy would replace forced celibacy, assuming Wolverine convinced the bikers to change their rules AND Hank could overcome the resilience of any fertilized eggs already in her womb, if she didn’t make a legitimate effort to put other girls in the shoes she presently filled. The Wasp’s face became a deeper red as she shivered, met Wolverine’s laughing eyes with her own, and nodded. Janet Van Dyne did not feel the least bit heroic as she agreed to the unthinkable.

Wolverine grinned, stood, and chortled, “Next! That would be you, Barton. Take your best shot, because, when it comes to that additional mark you’re itching to leave the Wasp with, this is likely your last chance.” Logan laughed as he looked down at the evening’s entertainment flat-backed on the mattress, his spent semen dribbling out of her vulva, turned, and walked towards a sheepish looking Giant-man while Hawkeye stepped towards the mattress with a mean grin on his face and eager excitement in his eyes. Wolverine called back, sarcastically, “Good luck, Van Dyne! I think you’re gonna need it!”

To be continued.

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