"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 Darklings
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,
shed seen Namorita again succumb to the Darkforce. She had watched
it crawl over her friends 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 dont 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 wont be able to protect you!"
To their credit, they
didnt argue. They ran. Theyd probably be repossessed outside,
but theyd 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 whos
here!" He clapped his hands, joyfully. This wasnt like the Darkling
she remembered. Before, hed 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.
"Youve 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?"
"Whats 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. "Boys
gotta have a hobby."
"Boys gotta go to
jail." she said. "Avengers Priority Three. Im placing you under
arrest."
He sighed. "I thought
youd 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
wasnt 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.
"Its over," she said
as she came within arms length of the downed villain.
"Actually," he said between
giggles, "its 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 its 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 Vances
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...
Dont..."
"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? Ive loved you ever since that day we met. And now, at
long last, youre 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 shed 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 birds 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 moments 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," shed said,
looking out over the waters. "Nothing, really."
Hed grinned, admonishing
her playfully. "Now now... I know when youre lying. What is
it?"
Shed looked him in
the eyes. "Its just... After all weve 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 cant," hed
said with the honesty that made her love him. "We can only move on, heal,
and grow stronger for the experiences. Its the only way we can be sure
that theyll never win."
Shed raised an eyebrow.
"You sound like Wanda."
Hed shrugged. "Got
it from a self help book."
Shed 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.
Youre 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 Darklings foul shaft seemed to materialize out of the muck
covering him. Obviously enhanced by his powers, she could tell hed
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 shed 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 Im
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?
"Im going to be busy
for a little while. Business. But dont worry. Youll 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 hadnt
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 Daggers 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
womens bodies continued to mime pleasure. But they knew the truth.
There could be no greater defeat.
She wasnt 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 wasnt far off again.
She felt another massive
orgasm building, one she was certain she couldnt
withstand.
She thought of
Vance.
She wished she could tell
him how sorry she was that she hadnt been strong
enough.
Then she let the pleasure
take over and felt her last shred of free will drop
away...
Bliss.
END