"Firestar: Darkforced"

Written by the Slime Wizard

 

It was as though a nightmare had engulfed the city. Everywhere, black ooze was crawling onto people, covering them from head to toe, and forcing them to run riot through the city.

 

It was a nightmare Angelica Jones, the former New Warrior and inactive Avenger called Firestar remembered all too well.

 

She flew high over the city now, watching as the black mire, called Darkforce, continued to run rampant. She knew from experience that she could stop it easily, but without knowing where the center of the activity was, her efforts would only be a temporary measure.

 

The first time this had happened, she had still been with the New Warriors. It had been only a month since Vance, then the hero called Marvel Boy, now called Justice, had gone to prison for the accidental killing of his father. A psychotic mutant calling himself Darkling had, upon discovering his power to control the dark energy of another dimension, used it to take over the city for a night of terror.

 

Friends had become enemies that night, as the Darkforce turned them into ebony skinned, blood eyed slaves, literal puppets to his every whim. Even the united forces of the Warriors, the Fantastic Four, and the Avengers were slowly dwindled down until they were hopelessly outnumbered.

 

Then, the only thing that had saved the city was her microwave powers, and a timely intervention by Doctor Strange and Dagger. Since then, Darkling had gone through some kind of reformation, leading Psionex for a time...

 

It looked like he was up to his old tricks again, though. Firestar shuddered. It had been one of the most horrific moments of her career, seeing Silhouette, a paralyzed Warrior, walking but having no control over what she did with her legs.

 

Even now, she knew that allies, old and new, were fighting the madness across the city. Last she had heard, Darkhawk and Turbo were protecting Queens, while Spider-Man led a ragtag team of reserve Avengers in retaking downtown. She also knew that Reed Richards and Iron Man were working on a way to block Darkling’s control over the Darkforce.

 

It was her job to find him and stop him long enough for them to enact their plan.

 

On a hunch, she flew towards the sanitarium where Darkling had lived, back when this happened the last time. And it was FAR too much like last time.

 

Only an hour before, she’d seen Namorita again succumb to the Darkforce. She had watched it crawl over her friend’s toned body, turning her into a monster that immediately attacked her friends. Namorita had once described the Darkforce possession as going through the ultimate orgasm. The ecstasy of just giving in to the darker emotions was as sinisterly satisfying as anything she could imagine, only moreso.

 

Firestar made a mental note to keep her aura up. The more light, the better her chances to not be possessed.

 

The sanitarium was quickly coming into her visual range. It was, as before, flooded with Darkforce. He was here.

 

Descending cautiously, she surveyed the area. No puppets were obvious, not that it would have mattered. Steeling herself for whatever horrors lay within, she burned brighter and plowed right into the mire.

 

For a moment, all she could see was her own glow and a black darker than the most evil of hearts. Then she broke through, and saw exactly what she expected. Dozens of people, coated head to toe in skintight sheathes of Darkforce. Waiting for her.

 

"I don’t have TIME FOR THIS!"

 

She let out a bright flare of light, shearing the Darkforce from these people. She could see they were the attendants and nurses.

 

"Get out of here while you can! I won’t be able to protect you!"

 

To their credit, they didn’t argue. They ran. They’d probably be repossessed outside, but they’d be out of the line of fire here.

 

Not looking back, Firestar began flying from room to room, looking for hidden puppets, or, better yet, the man pulling the strings.

 

Ten minutes went by without a sign of the creep.

 

That left only one area for her to check. She knew that, occasionally, the hospital put on performances for some of the less dangerous guests. She made a beeline for their small stage. Seeing no reason to be subtle now, she burned her way through the doors, not stopping for a millisecond.

 

Then she saw him. Sitting on a Darkforce covered throne on the middle of the stage.

 

Darkling.

 

"Well well, look who’s here!" He clapped his hands, joyfully. This wasn’t like the Darkling she remembered. Before, he’d been a raving psychopath. This Darkling already seemed calm, collected... and calculating. "My favorite super heroine! You know, I remember... I REMEMBER! Exactly how things went the first time we met." He gave her a wayward glance that made her feel the sudden need for a shower.

 

"You’ve changed your costume," he said with a disappointed pout. "I MUCH preferred the red and black number. I ESPECIALLY miss the goggles. Or did Digimon ruin that fashion statement?"

 

"What’s going on, Darkling?" She narrowed her eyes. He was too dangerous to provoke. Too dangerous to underestimate.

 

"Oh, just having some fun. Sanity gets kinda boring day in and day out."

 

"You did this because you were BORED?!"

 

He shrugged. "Boy’s gotta have a hobby."

 

"Boy’s gotta go to jail." she said. "Avengers Priority Three. I’m placing you under arrest."

 

He sighed. "I thought you’d be more fun than this... Becoming one of the big time heroes really sucked the life out of you." He chuckled. "Ah well..."

 

And that was when columns of Darkforce erupted all around her. Firestar immediately began to dodge and swerve in a seemingly chaotic pattern that brought her ever closer to Darkling.

 

"You... sick... BASTARD!" She charged up. "THIS ENDS NOW!"

 

She ignited full force, flooding the auditorium with light. The Darkforce shriveled and melted away, pooling on the floor. The muck was also sheared off of Darkling, and he fell to the ground in a heap.

 

Without the ooze, he wasn’t actually bad to look at. Maybe twenty three, long black hair, mildly muscular. Then again, the same could be said for her, and had been. With her long, red hair and model-worthy appearance, she knew that her image graced plenty of bedroom walls across the planet.

 

She tried not to think about how SOME admired her. Instead, she landed and walked, slowly, towards her quarry.

 

"It’s over," she said as she came within arm’s length of the downed villain.

 

"Actually," he said between giggles, "it’s just begun."

 

Belatedly, she remembered that, to walk, she was forced to kill her aura around her feet, lest she set everyplace she walked on ablaze. Cursing, she willed herself into the air, but it was already too late. Looking down, she could see Darkforce slowly worming it’s way up her ankles.

 

She burned brighter, but it had already adapted to her powers. As it reached her thighs, she felt the cool embrace, and, oddly, felt her vagina begin to moisten. The effect Nita had told her about!

 

"NO!"

 

Even brighter she burned now, as it reached and enveloped her groin. But wherever it spread, her flames and light turned black.

 

"STOP IT!"

 

She thrust her arms forward to fry him, a desperate move she would normally have never considered, but before she could unleash her power, more Darkforce shot directly from her groin onto her hands, coating them with the black slime, and cutting off her control of her powers. It began crawling up her arms now, even as it also climbed up her midriff.

 

The effect was stronger now. Despite her panic, she began to... enjoy it on some level. She remembered her apprehension about being an Avenger... Her anger over Vance’s imprisonment. It felt... good to relive these horrible moments.

 

And as she remembered this, she felt her body react, a powerful tingle swept through her pleasure centers. She shuddered in exctasy. She felt her heartbeat quicken.

 

"No... Stop... Don’t..."

 

"Too laaaaate..." said Darkling in a singsong voice. Even as he said it, the Darkforce washed over her shoulders and enveloped her perfect breasts.

 

Gasping now, her body entering the final throes of what would be a powerfully debilitating climax, she could only fantasize about finding a way out, even as the slime crawled up her neck, enveloped her head, transformed her eyes from green to red, and left her a helpless slave to Darkling.

 

The villain stood up and immersed himself in his goo, one more becoming an ebony error as Firestar was forced to stand at attention, unable to move or use her powers. Complete again, he slowly circled her, taking in the beautiful sight of her costume on now pitch black flesh.

 

"You are a BEAUTIFUL woman, you know that? I’ve loved you ever since that day we met. And now, at long last, you’re mine. Allllll mine, to do with as I please."

 

‘Drop dead,’ she thought, but could not say. Instead, completely against her will, her body moved, and she began to caress his body in a way she’d never done for anyone but Vance. Disgusted, she was forced to watch as her body LICKED his abdomen, climbing up to his pecs. As she reached his chin, she began to kiss him passionately. She wanted to vomit at the thought of his tongue in her mouth, but the Darkforce prevented her even THAT freedom.

 

Helpless, she could only dread what would come next as the embrace was broken, and he began to massage her breasts. She felt her nipples harden and send another erotic tingle throughout her body. It only got worse as he began molesting her groin, exploring it like a child looking into a bird’s nest. Her vagina began to moisten again, and she prayed this would end soon.

 

But it showed no sign of ending. Instead, to her horror, she began to undress. Silently, she unzipped the back of her costume, revealing her muscular back. Darkling took over from there, peeling the costume from her shoulders and down to her waist, freeing her breasts from their confinement. Even covered in Darkforce, they were a womanly treasure most men fantasized about.

 

He molested them again, even as her body went through the motions of inviting him to do more. She felt his hands kneading them like a baker molding a loaf of bread. It hurt, but the humiliation was far greater than any pain she was experiencing.

 

His attention shifted as he tucked his hand inside her costume, and began to finger her vaginal lips. Again, she wanted to scream, but her body welcomed this intrusion despite her mental protests. Her back arched as he probed deeper, allowing him an even fuller view of her breasts, which he paused to bite for a moment, sending more waves of lust and pain through her.

 

In an attempt to escape her horror, her mind flashed back to a day, only a few months ago, where she and Vance had found a moment’s respite from the fight against evil. It had been a beautiful, sun filled day on a tropical island, shortly after the cleanup from the Kang War had finally ended.

 

"Angel?" Vance always called her that. "Is something on your mind?"

 

"No," she’d said, looking out over the waters. "Nothing, really."

 

He’d grinned, admonishing her playfully. "Now now... I know when you’re lying. What is it?"

 

She’d looked him in the eyes. "It’s just... After all we’ve seen these last few months... The Triune Understanding... Kang... The things he did to our friends and loved ones... How can we ever fully recover from what those monsters did to our world?"

 

"We can’t," he’d said with the honesty that made her love him. "We can only move on, heal, and grow stronger for the experiences. It’s the only way we can be sure that they’ll never win."

 

She’d raised an eyebrow. "You sound like Wanda."

 

He’d shrugged. "Got it from a self help book."

 

She’d giggled, then kissed him. It was a beautiful moment, one she would always treasure.

 

This was anything but beautiful. Then, she had been in full control of herself with the man she loved. Now, she was helpless with a beast that lusted for her.

 

During her reverie, Darkling had decided to see more of her. She could only watch as he slowly pulled her costume down, off of her hips, revealing her womanhood entirely. Not content, he kept going, sliding it down her legs until it was at her knees.

 

Gently, he set her down on the ground and put his nose to her groin, taking in the scent of her sex, before he plunged his tongue into her. She arched her back once more in surprise, but more than that, because he wanted her to. She felt him probing her vagina, but could only experience it like it was some sick interactive movie.

 

In and out, in and out, he ate of her nectar before becoming bored with foreplay. She could do nothing as he slid her costume the rest of the way, revealing her feet. He held up the costume so she could see it.

 

"Say bye bye to it. You’re never wearing it again."

 

He tossed it aside, then positioned himself to mount her. Her body accepted him in a loving embrace. She could taste bile rising in her throat, but it would not release. Instead, she saw as Darkling’s foul shaft seemed to materialize out of the muck covering him. Obviously enhanced by his powers, she could tell he’d been waiting for this moment far too long to allow her any possibility of retaliation.

 

He loomed over her for a moment, then thrust forward, penetrating her lips easily. Already moist from the molesting she’d received, his penis sank deep within her without resistance. Inside, she screamed. Outside, she welcomed it like a woman who had found her one true love.

 

Slowly at first, he began to rape her, prolonging her humiliation and his own twisted pleasure. His hands once more found her breasts and teased her nipples, fondling them even as his thrusts slowly increased in power and speed. Despite herself, she had to admit he was good.

 

Damnit, what was she thinking?! This was a psychopath causing untold chaos across the city!

 

She attempted to flash fry him, but his control of her powers remained absolute. Instead of cooking him alive, she climaxed, destroying her resistance for the moment. He stayed inside her for a moment, then, almost reluctantly, extracted himself from her. He seemed distracted.

 

"Huh. Looks like I’m about to have more company." He grinned. Her fingers immediately went for her own vagina. She began stroking herself vigorously. She could already feel another orgasm building. What was going on?

 

"I’m going to be busy for a little while. Business. But don’t worry. You’ll entertain yourself until I get back..."

 

She watched as he prepared himself for another attack. Less than a minute later, Firestar watched as Dagger, half of a crime fighting duo called Cloak and Dagger, entered the room. With her light knives, she was the only other one who stood a chance of stopping Darkling. Her hands were glowing with energy, but she hadn’t made the rest of her body glow.

 

Firestar tried to scream a warning, but could not. She could only watch as Dagger suffered the same fate, the Darkforce climbing from the floor onto Dagger’s feet, then up her legs, leaping to her hands, climbing up her chest and arms, and finally enveloping her head.

 

Firestar cried then, for there would be no rescue, no quick end to this ordeal.

 

She watched, between orgasms, as Darkling peeled Dagger out of her costume and began to rape her as he had already done before.

 

She wondered what Dagger was thinking, then realized she already knew.

 

Hours passed as he began alternating between them, then experimenting with the dark force, creating massive columns to which he bound them. The columns, made of the mire, grew dildos that raped of their own accord. Firestar and Dagger were forced to watch as one another was raped to submission after submission.

 

Covered in sweat, both women’s bodies continued to mime pleasure. But they knew the truth. There could be no greater defeat.

 

She wasn’t sure, but she thought Dagger broke first. Even Darkforced, there had been a certain defiance in her eyes. But after a while, it softened, and Firestar was certain that Dagger, a runaway who was used to addictions, had succumbed to her fate.

 

Not good.

 

Firestar climaxed again. She wasn’t far off again.

 

She felt another massive orgasm building, one she was certain she couldn’t withstand.

 

She thought of Vance.

 

She wished she could tell him how sorry she was that she hadn’t been strong enough.

 

Then she let the pleasure take over and felt her last shred of free will drop away...

 

Bliss.

 

END