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Ryonani Teamster
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: I get the impression that many of you may not be in to the sex aspect of the story and mainly want the action. You can skip ahead; use control and f on your keyboard, go to to the sub-chapter titled One Bad Night, the action begins there. Also; I've changed her costume a little in this chapter.
Bio and Chapter 1 - http://www.undertow.club/fiction/10...on-project-warning-themes-torture-inside.html
The Adventures of Teen Girl - Chapter 2 - http://www.undertow.club/fiction/1409-adventures-teen-girl-chapter-2-a.html
The Adventures of Teen Girl - Chapter 3 - http://www.undertow.club/fiction/1500-adventures-teen-girl-chapter-3-a.html
The Adventures of Teen Girl - Chapter 4 - http://www.undertow.club/fiction/1787-adventures-teen-girl-chapter-4-a.html
The Adventures of Teen Girl - Chapter 5 - http://www.undertow.club/fiction/6495-adventures-teen-girl-chapter-5-a.html
Standard warning - Story is intended for people of legal age to read. Contains adult themes and extreme violence against women.
Chapter 6 - One Bad Night.
It's early Sunday evening, the sky and clouds are pretty shades of orange, when Megan is finally released from Ross's home. She's walking through a pleasant suburban neighborhood; families live here, she can even see a tree house in one the backyards, can even hear the laughter of children from inside the home. She can't appreciate any of it. She made a change into baggy jeans and a hooded sweater; the thick clothing doing little to boost her dignity after the girl spent most of her day wearing nothing but the black slave collar from the adult store. Her healing power had worked overtime on her pussy, sealing the cuts and healing the bruises, returning it her pussy to it's original state. She told herself she'd endure anything he dished out and without reacting, she'd do what he want but would remain defiant in her heart. It was a long day. She was ordered to remain on all fours, crawling submissively around his entire home, forbidden to even speak. Instead, he ordered her to bark, to sit up on her knees and beg with her hands out in front of her like paws, ordered to hang her tongue out. "Woof!" her voice was so cute, and the sight of her curvaceous body fueled his libido, he used her mouth often throughout the day. She'd look up at her grotesquely obese master with her big blue eyes as she was told to, his little pecker fucking her mouth. She'd spit the cum out into a red doggy bowl, as instructed, each time she brought him to climax across the long hours.
His large hands would explore her lithe body, running up her long legs, groping her big tits, his toothy grin expressing sheer joy at his fortune. Her stomach does backflips as her thoughts are a million miles away. She hates that she couldn't express her revulsion any time Ross touched her. For the entire day he talked to her like she were an animal and mainly referred to her as bitch. "Bitch! C'mere, bitch! Roll over, bitch! Suck my cock, bitch, you stupid fucking dog!" Rolling over on his living room floor wasn't as humiliating as playing catch with a 16-inch black dildo. Crawling back and forth through the hallway leading from his living room to his kitchen, over and over. Eventually, he'd order her to keep her mouth open, as he shoved as much of the large jelly dildo into her mouth as he could. With force, pushing further and further down her mouth and throat, her gagging sounds excited him. Her wonderful talent for deepthroating tested to the limit; 9 inches, 10 inches, most porn stars would struggle with that, he'd push in 11, 12, 13 inches, exhilarated by the bulge in her throat. Her eyes practically ready to pop out of her head, he closed her nose as tears streamed down her bright red face, before releasing the dildo from her throat and mouth. As she heaved and coughed he worried she'd barf all over herself and mess up his carpet, but she didn't. Then he'd fuck her face with the dildo continuously, rapid fire, in and out, and have her suck him off again.
Near the end, before he let her go, the doggy bowl was filled with his foul cum. He had her sit up on her knees and simply dumped the thick white goo all over her head, the stuff getting mixed in with her silky black hair, running down her eyes and face. She heard the flash of a camera as she knelt there. Then he put the bowl on her head like a hat, and kept flashing. It was impossible for her to give any sense of dignity or defiance with a doggy bowl on her head and cum dripping down her pretty face. Then she had to eat it, scooping it off her face and hair, licking it from her fingers. Still tasted awfully like bleach. After she cleaned up and changed, he gave her one final instruction - he wants her to wear the tartan skirt from the store to school from now on, an absurdly tiny thing, little better than a belt. Grudgingly, she agrees.
The 17 year old wipes a tear from her eye as she nears her home. She can see her father's Mercedes Benz, allowing herself a deep sigh of relief. Finally, they're home. Memories of her childhood; an only child, friends few and far between as awkward and shy as she was growing up, but her parents were there for her. She'd curl up on her mother's lap as her mother would run a brush through her hair and sing soft melodies. In later years, she'd binge watch Star Trek with her dad. Happy memories. God, it feels like I haven't seen them in years!
She opens the door with a smile on her face, seeing her parents in the centre of the room. "Mom! Dad!" But her expression drops, her mother looks like she's been crying. "Where have you been??" Her father is furious. "I... I was just at a friend's house, you guys were gone and..."
"What is this?! Her father brings up his smart phone, plays a video on it. It's the video of her car wash debasement; she's wet, in a tiny bikini, bending over a car while crowds of men holler at her. Megan feels like she's been punched in the gut; all the colour floods from her face, she wants to fall to her knees, wants to throw up. Oh god...
"What in the world were you thinking?" Her mother turns to her, her eyes red from crying so much. "Do you have any idea?" Her expression is pure disappointment, it's breaking Megan's heart. "Please I..." Crash! Her father throws a glass at the wall. She's never seen him like this. "John! Stop it!" Megan's mother is nearly hysterical. "Sit down!" her father bellows, she does so, nervously - she never would have expected this.
"Fifty thousand views! Fifty thousand! If you don't talk to her Claire, I swear to God I'll..." he storms around the room, fuming.
"Megan... everyone's seen this. And we've been getting disgusting phone calls all day... someone posted our home number online..."
This isn't my fault, is what Megan wants to say. But under that, under the embarrassment and shame, is something else. Anger, anger swelling up at her parents.
"We never raised you to be like this! We raised you to respect yourself! You're not even 18", she shakes her head. "Have you been... have you been having sex?"
"What?! NO!" This comes out instinctively; Megan's yet to have consensual sex. It only occurs to her a moment later that she's been raped by a monster and molested by old men.
"She's not going to tell us, is she?" John says from the corner.
"Please Megan. Tell us the truth. Have you been having sex with any of these men? Have you been doing drugs?"
Her mother's being hysterical; what does she mean, sex with those men?! And she has never, ever given either of them cause to think she takes drugs. What's frustrating is the nugget of truth to the insane allegations. Technically, she has been having sex, she did smoke pot, but none of it was her choice. She could never hope to explain.
"No, please listen mom. I have not taken drugs! I haven't been having sex. This was a mistake, I was just..." And so, she lies to her parents. "I-I,... I was just having fun, and got carried away".
"We're now the laughing stock of the community", John says. "Everyone is going to think that you're a..." a what? a slut?? It hurts her, but also infuriates her. "I've done nothing but study and work hard! I'm sorry, okay?? But this is ridiculous!"
"Don't you DARE talk back to us", shouts her mother.
And a screaming match ensues, the mixture of emotions too much to control for Megan. Her traditional, modest parents are assuming the absolute worst about her. The shouting, the tears, goes on for some time before Megan finally pushes her way past her father and up to her room. She almost slams the door but remembers her strength and the fact that she'd break the door in half. She just wants to scream. But she knows what to do; in a hidden compartment behind her wardrobe sits her costume. She had made some simple changes since her first costume; she had decided it would be better if the bottom and top matched, dark red form fitting spandex hot pants and dark red spandex top - covering her cleavage. After recent events, she had decided showing off her cleavage wasn't as much fun any more. Knee-high black boots with heels, long black gloves to her elbows, and a black face mask completes the costume. She lets her hair flow long and free rather than tie it up now.
She looks in the mirror to see the youthful, adventerous Teen Girl. She's helped dozens and dozens of people and always with a smile on her face. The freedom, the power, the rush of air - that's what she needs right now. Locking her door, moving a cupboard in front of it just in case, she exits out the window, flying high in the evening sky with her black hair flowing behind her, flying towards the city.
Elsewhere.
Haui sits in a pin-striped suit, slick ponytail and a shit-eating grin, talking business with Liam McNulty, an Irish crime lord, his own little emperor in the east district. He wears the signature of his gang; a simple black leather jacket. He's tall, with several black teeth showing in his grin. Anyone that messed with McNulty found themselves butchered; an ear, a nose, a hand, sent off to rival gangs as warning. The headlights of two cars illuminate the meeting held under a bridge out of town. Men armed with automatic weapons standing guard.
"Ya know, I'm not as dumb as I might fuckin' look", 'look' coming out more like 'luuk'. "I know who ya represent, Mr. Haui".
"If you know that, then you know how serious our proposal is".
"For love nor money would I hand anythin' over I've spent my life and own blood buildin' up".
"I'm going to be frank, McNulty. We're taking this city with or without you; you know who we are, you know we'll do it. The only thing we want from you is soldiers. We're moving on to ever bigger and better ventures and our ambitions require men. You make a deal with us and you get to keep your gambling racket, your prostitution, your drugs, we have no interest in getting involved.
"Oh the Syndicate will let me keep what I already have, how kind..."
"The alternative is that you'll be our enemy", Haui is confident, he knows the hand he holds, knows the reputation of his organization. Either McNulty makes the deal, or he dies, it's simple.
"Tell ya what boyo, I want a display of the great strength I've always heard about, how it is you fuckers topple armies and install yer own despots half way across the world. We've got a problem. Not a big problem, mind you, it's more like a fawkin' gnat that just won't go away. Fawwwkin' superheroes, man. This city's been free of 'em for some time but lately there's been this one girl, sure ya've heard of her".
"Yes," Haui says, gritting his teeth. "We have".
"You take care of her, I'll know my operations will be safe from any more fuckin' supes man. You'll have my men for whatever crazy war it is you're plannin' on".
Haui grins, and makes a call.
One Bad Night
Teen Girl decides to visit one of the many bad parts of town; observing from her flight, this is one of the unofficial 'red light' districts, a late night cinema, a couple of bars, and prostitutes lining the pavement. She spots some commotion; a young girl in a tight black dress turns down some creep in a car, an older man in a leather jacket pulls her into a corner, yelling at her. A pimp, most likely. He slaps her hard to the floor. That's Teen Girl's que, increasing the speed of her flight, aiming herself like an arrow. "What the fuck?!" is all he has time for, before she breaks his jaw. He soars in the air, she grabs him, bringing him to the ground. "Now that's no way to treat a lady", she says, her anger getting the better of her, she pounds his face, breaking bone with each connecting fist. His face a bloody stump. "HEEEEEEEEEELP!" Screams the prostitute. "She's killing him!!!" Teen Girl stops herself, her fists covered in blood, the man groaning beneath her, coughing up blood. She stands to face the young woman. "I'm just trying to help".
"Get the fuck away from me! HEEEEEELP!!" She runs in the other direction. "Wait!", but it's no good. She points to some passersby on a night out. "Call an ambulance". She takes off into the air.
"Hmm, good going, superhero. Nearly fucking killed the guy". She lands on a rooftop. Everything that's happened to her; the freak Raptor nearly destroying her body when he raped her, the disgusting humiliation she's been put through by Ross, the fact that she cannot turn to one soul for help or comfort. She punches holes in the brick wall next to her. "Raagggh!!" She rips a steel vent from the concrete, and slams it into pieces at her feet. "Yagggh!" She takes some deep breaths, resting close to the edge of the roof, gazing out across the city scape. Teen Girl is unaware of the group of men in black armoured suits covering the rooftop, closing the gap towards her. She had been spotted by a stealth drone; dozens of them sent out across the city just to look for her.
She's taken by the arms from behind, the shock alerts her, pushing them, her assailants fall backwards only for more arms to grab her, they throw her into a wall, knocking the wind from her. They're strong; and she recognizes the design of the suits. There's 5 of these men; one charges her and she swings her leg hard into his gut, her super strength sends him airborn, the rest circle her as even more show up from the shadows, there's 10 of them now. It occurs to her that they distinctly look like high-tech ninjas. Her arms are grabbed from behind as another man comes forward, she swings her leg again, shattering the metal suit at impact, and swings her head backward knocking the grabber down. She lunges with a wild right fist into the face of another assailant, and continues her motion grabbing another man and slams his body into the ground. She's found that her reactions are faster since gaining her powers; and she's been quick to pick up some fighting tricks with her strength, having fought off scores of gangs. Still, she's caught with a hard boot in the back that bends it, the sharp force sends her forward into the right jab of another ninja, impacting with her pretty face. But she doesn't halt and fights back; a quick high kick sends her foot into the back of his head, he's out for the count. She pounces backwards; the boot of one more metal ninja missing its mark. She makes count - only four left, not bad at all. But yet more ninjas sprint into view from one rooftop to another, closing in on her, she spins around and there's even more behind her, 12 in all begin to surround her.
She's grabbed again, one man at either side taking an arm, and a third jumps on her taking her down and slamming her into the roof, cracking the concrete with her head. "Uuungh", she makes a move onto her knees only to be met by a quick succession of kicks to her face from both sides, "NGH!! AGGH!" One man takes a hand behind her head, raising his fist high in the air he crashes the fist down into her face, sending her back to the floor. She takes the pain, flipping herself to a hand stand and using the momentum she kicks out against two waiting ninjas - the momentum and strength of the blow sends them through a wall of an apartment. When she's back on her feet she can swear there's even more of these black ninjas - then there's a throb as her ear drums nearly burst, a ninja crashes his fists both sides of her head, causing her brain to ring like a bell. She falls to her knees, her enemies don't give her a single moment, she's met with a stiff kick to the ribs. "NNGFF!" She's surrounded, boots coming down hard across her back and legs.
"ENOUGH!! "She pushes herself up - and gets airborn, trying to get away, but there's too many hands with a good grip on her legs, and they slam her down through a skylight, shattering the glass, hitting the floor of an apartment hard. Splinters and glass lay all around her; her tight red costume tore in several places, some of the shards piercing her skin. Groaning, she gets up to her knees, then on two feet. More metal-clad ninjas crash in through the windows, hurling furniture out of their way. She spits some blood from her mouth. "Y'know, you boys are really starting to piss me off!" She charges at them, shoulder tackling one in front of her, like a pinball she runs over the mass of bodies with her superior strength, delivering two quick jabs to the one she's sitting on top of, then rolls out of the way of further fists and kicks. There's a weight lifting set in the apartment; she grabs the steel bar, crashing it into the head of one ninja then another, swatting them like flies. Don't hold back - this is just what the doctor ordered!
"YYAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" With a war cry, she swings her weapon around, catching a guy in the ribs, shattering them even through the metal suit, but also breaking the steel bar in half. She doesn't stop for anything - sending her fist low into the waist of another, yet two more take his place, a boot planting itself into her chest, she charges back at them, fists connecting, sending them for a 360 turn in the air with the force. One grabs her neck, she hurls him in a slam in front of her, he crashes through the floor into the room below. There's so many of them now - surrounded again, fists jabbing into her spine and kidneys, eliciting further gasps of pain, then more punches to the back of her head. She pushes herself back crunching a man behind her into the wall. She grabs one in front of her and sends her knee into his gut and then again - she's vicious - before the girl is punched again with a hard hook, it feels like her face ran into a wall at speed, but she takes it, delivering quick strikes of her own, her assailant cannot take it, collapsing in a heap. It's endless - she's grabbed on either side, her head slammed through the plaster of the apartment wall, she lashes out with a wide elbow, snapping the jaw of one man, takes the other in a head lock delivering stiff punches to his face.
A sword!! She ducks it just in time, and with an impressive, graceful control of her flight, she pushes upwards and flash kicks him, sending him sprawling and knocking down further men, before she comes down again, swinging punches as she does so at the horde of enemies. She kicks her leg out in front and then behind, catching them, breaking more bones of the ninjas as she does so. The floor starts creaking beneath them; and just then, a dozen more ninjas jump in from the skylight. The floor collapses underneath all the weight; everyone falls through several floors of wood before hitting the concrete basement floor. Everyone is groaning, including Teen Girl. The girl's pretty face is covered in plaster, she coughs, her costume a mess, she brushes herself off as she stands up. Her lip is busted open, bleeding. Her back, legs, everywhere aches. Just then - the lights come on, and not only is there at least two dozen more robo-ninjas, but standing there with 7 inch claws bared is Razorclaw. Now she feels nervous. Rather than come at her himself, he points at her, sending his henchmen to soften her up some more, they yell as they rush her.
She jumps in the air and fly kicks one of them in the face, attempts to fly through the gap in the ceiling, but she's immediately grabbed by her legs taking her down, she chooses to follow the momentum and crashes her fists like hammer blows on the waiting men below her. Kicked in the ribs, she stumbles back, she fights furiously, one fist after another knocking the ninjas back, a sweeping leg swipe takes her off her feet, several of them pile on top of her. She grits her teeth; her head ringing like a bell again as more fists pound at her. Her strength is greater than theirs and with an effort she pushes them off, back on her feet, only for a boot to land in her lower back, and from the front she's met with two quick jabs to the ribs. "OOF!!" No time to retaliate as an arm grips tight around her neck, trying to choke her, as yet more hands grab her arms and legs. Two men stand directly in front of her and machine-gun punch her stomach; boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom, their fists like pistons against her tiny waist, one of her ribs cracks "NYAARG!" She'll never get used to the agony of a broken rib, and they keep punching her. She spits out more blood from her mouth before kneeing the face of the man gripping her leg to the right, she stiffly kicks one man in front of her, and with her leg still up kicks the other on the side of the head. Can't give up! They'll fucking kill me!
The man gripping her neck and the other gripping her to the left work in unison; both jumping, folding her backwards in a double-suplex, her head and neck connecting hard with the concrete "NNGFF!" Her lower waist touching her face as she's folded over. They keep their grip on her as she attempts to roll, as more painful boots from all around the horde connect with her body; raising her arms to defend her face, blows rain down across her tits and waist, eliciting fresh agony from her shattered rib.
She takes flight again, escaping the grasp on her neck, dodging in and out of attempted attacks, she shoots herself up in a super-uppercut, this sends a man straight through the ceiling, and she follows after. The ninjas quickly follow, jumping through the gaps after her. To her surprise, more men wait on this upper level, she narrowly dodges a war axe aimed for her head, before right-hooking the wielder. Razorclaw shatters the floor in front of her; he's so fast, he sends a spinning kick straight into her ribs - "NNNYAAAAAGH!" She can feel the broken rib scraping against internal organs, it's misery. The blow sends her to the basement again; more hands gripping her everywhere, she blindly swings her fists, she's screaming, yelling, they throw her against the wall. She keeps her footing despite the pain. One runs at her and she blocks his fist - and with her other hand, strikes her palm at his elbow and breaks his arm in two; his yell of pain piercing. Razorclaw jumps down in front of her, swinging his large claws as the horde of ninjas backs up, she's ducking underneath, and leans back, the blades cutting across her generous breasts and she gasps, three lines in her costume showing the cuts across her boobs, this is followed with a roundhouse kick aimed at her jaw, sending her spinning in circles in the air. Claws come down and she rolls out of the way; but they catch her thigh, leaving three deep cuts. "NNNGGH!" She rolls again and pushes herself back on her feet, running towards the ninjas, the adrenaline, the life and death of it all driving her, with Razorclaw following quick right behind. He swings wildly and she ducks and rolls; the claws not only miss her, but end up cleaving through two of the ninjas, blood splattering everywhere. He swings at her again and she again just narrowly avoids him; Razorclaw cleaves a ninja right in half; blood and guts spilling to the ground. She stands at an electric box; the circuit breaker for the entire building, and gracefully ducks beneath his claws. The metal blades strike the circuit breaker and it overloads, sending electric shocks into Razorclaw's armoured suit; frying him while he's inside it. The circuit breaker bursts into flames. Some of her enemies are now running away from her, as the building itself catches fire, she sweats in the heat. She takes the opportunity for another war cry as she lunges herself at the ones still remaining, swinging fists and sending them on their ass as she does so.
Then she hears a rumbling. What now??
Something like a tank on steroids crashes through the wall from the outside; a fist like a rocket, as large as those old TV sets before everything went flat screen, connects with her face. The force of the blow sends her flying through the wall to the other side of the room and to the outside where the momentum still sends her upwards. She regains some air control. Below, she can see Big Package emerge from the burning building, carrying the unconscious body of Razorclaw. The metallic freak stands at well over 8 feet. She thinks better of trying to challenge him; her brain feeling like it decided to go ten rounds with Mike Tyson. She hasn't been hit this hard since Raptor. Now's her opportunity to escape with her li-
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!
"HURRRRGhHH!!" Her already battered body is struck by an incredible concussive force of blue energy that sends her hurtling down into the ground in a heap. Amazingly, still conscious, she finds herself in a construction site, laying inside a body-sized crater. "OOoohgggh", she gazes up, can see Jetpack through the haze. Something is new about his armour - rings circle his gloves, pulsing with an electrical charge, he presses them together - and a blue field of energy forms, a noise growing louder and louder -
She struggles, yet manages to fly out of the way as a streaming wave of the pulsing blue energy blasts the spot where she was, it smacks the ground like an explosion, sending rubble everywhere, while she avoids the pulse the resulting blast sends her sprawling. Like a bull comes running Big Package, his enormous fist aimed right at her - her quick reflexes save her just in the nick of time, as she jumps upwards in a jumping jack, she continues forward driving both boots into the large helmet of his armour. She succeeds more in pushing herself away from him than doing any damage; flying outwards, another stream of concussive energy from Jet narrowly misses her, obliterating half-constructed girders and concrete nearby.
She more falls than lands; the loss of blood from the cuts along her thigh, the internal bleeding caused by her broken rib, causing her to go dizzy. It's an effort to get back on her feet and she herself is amazed that she can do so. Of all her abilities, her super-resilience and recuperative ability are by far the most powerful. As is her will to never give up. Her silky black hair is stuck with sweat to her face; her breasts threatening to reveal themselves in the widening cuts in her costume, they rise and fall with her deep breaths, the cuts along them painful. And yet her blue eyes are steely with grit. Just then; a quick flurry of blows across her face like a whirlwind, it feels horrible, like her head is being battered back and forth like a pong ball, and she has no idea where it's coming from. She staggers back as it continues; it's like barely visible shadows are passing around her at speed, each blow hurts more than any punch from the ninja henchmen, and she's being hit more times per second than she can count. Her face flying back and forth, her neck desperately trying to keep up. She raises her arms to protect her face, and is met with 20 blows in under 5 seconds to her already bruised ribs, she can feel each and every hit. "Ungh ungh aggh aga!!" She attempts to fly from the danger, but is tackled by a blur, and a second one, both twisting her body between them with her neck between their legs slamming her head into the ground in a double piledriver. The two blurs stop; they have shape and form, both human, a man and a woman, the same black armour, but no helmets, no masks. That's just cocky. They're nearly identical; olive-skin, the woman's black hair flowing, the man's black hair in curtains almost across his eyes.
"Poor girl", says the woman. "There's hardly anything left of her for us to play with, Thunder". Yet Teen Girl continues to surprise herself; lunging forward from the ground with an effort, swinging her best punch... into thin air, met with a gut punch that goes deep into her belly, her eyes wide with shock and sheer torment. Simultaneously she feels flashes of kicks across her face, then around the back of her head. She swings wildly, hitting nothing, as strikes rain down on her from every direction, punches to her kidneys, kicks to her chin. As Thunder runs circles around her, Bolt runs the whole distance the construction site, then back around again, winding up an uppercut.
WHOOFFOOOOOOM!!
The blow sends the girl high up in the air, in the half second she's being launched, Thunder sprints back and forward into a running jump. The woman's elevation exceeds Teen Girl; she spin-kicks her right in the waist, sending her hurtling to the ground with force. With her incredible speed, Thunder keeps up with her falling body, pounding her with lightning fast punches. Teen Girl crashes into the ground blowing smoke and rubble into the air.
As she lays there, Bolt delivers 5 sharp kicks to her cunt before she can close her legs and then together Thunder and Bolt kick her knee caps with repeated succession, shattering them. "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!!"
The metallic beast Big Package steps forward; long, winding silver tentacles protrude from his back, picking the agonized teenager up, holding her in the air for everyone to see. He takes hold of a large metal girder, swings it as hard as he can, she cannot break free from the grip of the tentacles as the the metal beam connects with her ribs and sends her flying back into the concrete of another building. She lays in the indentation created by the force, groaning; oooh, yeaahh, there goes four more ribs... owww!
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!! CRAAAAAAAAAAAACKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
Jetpack fires a powerful blow of energy that envolopes her body as it crushes the wall around her, sending her sprawling into a heap. "AAGGHRRR!" She tries pathetically to crawl, but it hurts for her to move. Her costume is tore to pieces. There isn't a part of her sexy body that isn't covered in dirt, scratches, cuts, bruises. Big Package stands above her, swinging a wrecking ball on the end of a large chain. Big's strength is extraordinary to be able to swing the enormous ball of weight with such ease -
WHHHOOOOOOOBOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!
Big Package slams the wrecking ball down on poor Teen Girl's body with absolute emphasis. Her broken body lies in the centre of the large hole created by the blow. Buildings shake and windows shatter from the tremendous force from Big's strength. She groans; coughing up blood, her costume almost in total shreds, her naked body on view.
Jetpack looks on as Thunder and Bolt stand at either side of the big hole in the ground, staring at the young girl's groaning, unmoving body. "How the fuck is she even alive?" asks the male of the blurs, Thunder. It's astounding; but alive she is, and completely conscious of every broken bone, of every inch of pain across and inside her wrecked body.
Big Package picks her up with his metal tentacles; there's one for each of her limbs, then even more protrude from his back. A synthesized voice echoes out of his body. "She took a punishing beating in our first battle; and was even able to overcome and defeat us. She is... remarkable", impossible to tell from the tone of the computerized voice, but it almost sounds like he admires her. "No matter. Tonight, I'll utterly break her".
The poor girl's eyes open, groans of pain escaping from her lips. "...Nnnnnghh..." Tentacles envelope her, twisting her arms behind her back, spreading her legs wide. A phallic metal tentacle 4 inches wide writhes snake like at the entrance to her pussy. "...nnnnooooo... AHHHHHGH!!" It stabs into her, her eyes shoot open in fresh agony, her cunt and hymen ripped open savagely. Like a large cock, 9 inches of length shoot inside her instantaneously. "AAAAAAAAAAAAGH GAWD NYAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO!"
Another phallic tentacle sits waiting at her mouth; she grits her teeth, forbidding it entrance, when without warning - "NOOOOOOOO!!" another tentacle fires into her anus, forcing, borrowing down her ass. The agony is excruciating; and as she screams, the tentacle waiting at her mouth shoots inside, lodging in her throat, her eyes gaping. All 3 of her holes filled, the tentacles pump like pistons in and out, the rough metal destroying the walls of her cunt and ass, her throat bulging as more inches pump inside her. Keen now to test her limits further, Big keeps pumping more inches of metal inside Teen Girl's body, pushing past her uterus, further into her belly, the phallic bumps are visibly protruding inside her stomach; as though there are snakes in there, trying to get out. And while her insides are being destroyed she's aware of it all, her eyes flowing freely with tears. Endlessly pumping another inch and another inch and another inch into her suffering lithe body, stretching her pussy to new limits. She has no strength left to even attempt escape. One of the tentacles in her pussy actually makes it all the way through her body, up her throat, and out of her mouth. Her belly is sickeningly distorted, the skin wrapping around the enormous phallic shape inside her stomach.
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The group are astonished by what they're witnessing, each of them fascinated by her body's ability to endure. Big looks around; further tentacles take hold of an enormous steel pole; even thicker in girth than his own tentacles. He takes this in his hands and plants it deep in the ground. He removes his other tentacles from Teen Girl's holes, the girl breathing and moaning in desperation; her blue eyes staring to the heavens as if hoping for miraculous intervention. None would come. He spreads her legs over the pole; tentacles wrapped up her thighs, pulling her down with great force, the pole forcing her already gaping pussy even wider, it doesn't seem physically possible and yet it is happening. The tentacles pull down even harder; the massive girth of the pole borrowing into her lithe body, further, further, further. She throws her head back in tormented, almost inhuman screams. Further and further still, until the pole is visibly pushing against her belly, stretching it, almost like her skin were elastic, tight around the pole. "UNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
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"God, that's enough", says Bolt, turning her head. "Don't you see?" says Thunder. "She feels everything; she's not dead, not even unconscious. No one alive can feel that level of agony!"
Sirens in the distance, no doubt on their way to put out the raging fire far across the street. "Just leave her; she's finished, there's no coming back from this", says Jetpack. Reluctantly, Big releases his tentacles, leaving Teen Girl speared on the enormous metal pole.
Teen Girl has no idea how much time has passed. She's dimly aware that some degree of strength is returning to her legs. She begins a slow, further agonizing experience of using her legs to push herself off the metal pole, the enormous thing sliding out of her bit by bit. She collapses to the ground, crawling away, faintly recognizing approaching authorities, she crawls into a sewage pipe inch by pain filled inch to escape their view.
She doesn't know how she got here - she's stumbling around some dark alley, and collapses near the back of it. She covers her shivering body with cardboard boxes. From sheer exhaustion, she finally falls asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED
Bio and Chapter 1 - http://www.undertow.club/fiction/10...on-project-warning-themes-torture-inside.html
The Adventures of Teen Girl - Chapter 2 - http://www.undertow.club/fiction/1409-adventures-teen-girl-chapter-2-a.html
The Adventures of Teen Girl - Chapter 3 - http://www.undertow.club/fiction/1500-adventures-teen-girl-chapter-3-a.html
The Adventures of Teen Girl - Chapter 4 - http://www.undertow.club/fiction/1787-adventures-teen-girl-chapter-4-a.html
The Adventures of Teen Girl - Chapter 5 - http://www.undertow.club/fiction/6495-adventures-teen-girl-chapter-5-a.html
Standard warning - Story is intended for people of legal age to read. Contains adult themes and extreme violence against women.
Chapter 6 - One Bad Night.
It's early Sunday evening, the sky and clouds are pretty shades of orange, when Megan is finally released from Ross's home. She's walking through a pleasant suburban neighborhood; families live here, she can even see a tree house in one the backyards, can even hear the laughter of children from inside the home. She can't appreciate any of it. She made a change into baggy jeans and a hooded sweater; the thick clothing doing little to boost her dignity after the girl spent most of her day wearing nothing but the black slave collar from the adult store. Her healing power had worked overtime on her pussy, sealing the cuts and healing the bruises, returning it her pussy to it's original state. She told herself she'd endure anything he dished out and without reacting, she'd do what he want but would remain defiant in her heart. It was a long day. She was ordered to remain on all fours, crawling submissively around his entire home, forbidden to even speak. Instead, he ordered her to bark, to sit up on her knees and beg with her hands out in front of her like paws, ordered to hang her tongue out. "Woof!" her voice was so cute, and the sight of her curvaceous body fueled his libido, he used her mouth often throughout the day. She'd look up at her grotesquely obese master with her big blue eyes as she was told to, his little pecker fucking her mouth. She'd spit the cum out into a red doggy bowl, as instructed, each time she brought him to climax across the long hours.
His large hands would explore her lithe body, running up her long legs, groping her big tits, his toothy grin expressing sheer joy at his fortune. Her stomach does backflips as her thoughts are a million miles away. She hates that she couldn't express her revulsion any time Ross touched her. For the entire day he talked to her like she were an animal and mainly referred to her as bitch. "Bitch! C'mere, bitch! Roll over, bitch! Suck my cock, bitch, you stupid fucking dog!" Rolling over on his living room floor wasn't as humiliating as playing catch with a 16-inch black dildo. Crawling back and forth through the hallway leading from his living room to his kitchen, over and over. Eventually, he'd order her to keep her mouth open, as he shoved as much of the large jelly dildo into her mouth as he could. With force, pushing further and further down her mouth and throat, her gagging sounds excited him. Her wonderful talent for deepthroating tested to the limit; 9 inches, 10 inches, most porn stars would struggle with that, he'd push in 11, 12, 13 inches, exhilarated by the bulge in her throat. Her eyes practically ready to pop out of her head, he closed her nose as tears streamed down her bright red face, before releasing the dildo from her throat and mouth. As she heaved and coughed he worried she'd barf all over herself and mess up his carpet, but she didn't. Then he'd fuck her face with the dildo continuously, rapid fire, in and out, and have her suck him off again.
Near the end, before he let her go, the doggy bowl was filled with his foul cum. He had her sit up on her knees and simply dumped the thick white goo all over her head, the stuff getting mixed in with her silky black hair, running down her eyes and face. She heard the flash of a camera as she knelt there. Then he put the bowl on her head like a hat, and kept flashing. It was impossible for her to give any sense of dignity or defiance with a doggy bowl on her head and cum dripping down her pretty face. Then she had to eat it, scooping it off her face and hair, licking it from her fingers. Still tasted awfully like bleach. After she cleaned up and changed, he gave her one final instruction - he wants her to wear the tartan skirt from the store to school from now on, an absurdly tiny thing, little better than a belt. Grudgingly, she agrees.
The 17 year old wipes a tear from her eye as she nears her home. She can see her father's Mercedes Benz, allowing herself a deep sigh of relief. Finally, they're home. Memories of her childhood; an only child, friends few and far between as awkward and shy as she was growing up, but her parents were there for her. She'd curl up on her mother's lap as her mother would run a brush through her hair and sing soft melodies. In later years, she'd binge watch Star Trek with her dad. Happy memories. God, it feels like I haven't seen them in years!
She opens the door with a smile on her face, seeing her parents in the centre of the room. "Mom! Dad!" But her expression drops, her mother looks like she's been crying. "Where have you been??" Her father is furious. "I... I was just at a friend's house, you guys were gone and..."
"What is this?! Her father brings up his smart phone, plays a video on it. It's the video of her car wash debasement; she's wet, in a tiny bikini, bending over a car while crowds of men holler at her. Megan feels like she's been punched in the gut; all the colour floods from her face, she wants to fall to her knees, wants to throw up. Oh god...
"What in the world were you thinking?" Her mother turns to her, her eyes red from crying so much. "Do you have any idea?" Her expression is pure disappointment, it's breaking Megan's heart. "Please I..." Crash! Her father throws a glass at the wall. She's never seen him like this. "John! Stop it!" Megan's mother is nearly hysterical. "Sit down!" her father bellows, she does so, nervously - she never would have expected this.
"Fifty thousand views! Fifty thousand! If you don't talk to her Claire, I swear to God I'll..." he storms around the room, fuming.
"Megan... everyone's seen this. And we've been getting disgusting phone calls all day... someone posted our home number online..."
This isn't my fault, is what Megan wants to say. But under that, under the embarrassment and shame, is something else. Anger, anger swelling up at her parents.
"We never raised you to be like this! We raised you to respect yourself! You're not even 18", she shakes her head. "Have you been... have you been having sex?"
"What?! NO!" This comes out instinctively; Megan's yet to have consensual sex. It only occurs to her a moment later that she's been raped by a monster and molested by old men.
"She's not going to tell us, is she?" John says from the corner.
"Please Megan. Tell us the truth. Have you been having sex with any of these men? Have you been doing drugs?"
Her mother's being hysterical; what does she mean, sex with those men?! And she has never, ever given either of them cause to think she takes drugs. What's frustrating is the nugget of truth to the insane allegations. Technically, she has been having sex, she did smoke pot, but none of it was her choice. She could never hope to explain.
"No, please listen mom. I have not taken drugs! I haven't been having sex. This was a mistake, I was just..." And so, she lies to her parents. "I-I,... I was just having fun, and got carried away".
"We're now the laughing stock of the community", John says. "Everyone is going to think that you're a..." a what? a slut?? It hurts her, but also infuriates her. "I've done nothing but study and work hard! I'm sorry, okay?? But this is ridiculous!"
"Don't you DARE talk back to us", shouts her mother.
And a screaming match ensues, the mixture of emotions too much to control for Megan. Her traditional, modest parents are assuming the absolute worst about her. The shouting, the tears, goes on for some time before Megan finally pushes her way past her father and up to her room. She almost slams the door but remembers her strength and the fact that she'd break the door in half. She just wants to scream. But she knows what to do; in a hidden compartment behind her wardrobe sits her costume. She had made some simple changes since her first costume; she had decided it would be better if the bottom and top matched, dark red form fitting spandex hot pants and dark red spandex top - covering her cleavage. After recent events, she had decided showing off her cleavage wasn't as much fun any more. Knee-high black boots with heels, long black gloves to her elbows, and a black face mask completes the costume. She lets her hair flow long and free rather than tie it up now.
She looks in the mirror to see the youthful, adventerous Teen Girl. She's helped dozens and dozens of people and always with a smile on her face. The freedom, the power, the rush of air - that's what she needs right now. Locking her door, moving a cupboard in front of it just in case, she exits out the window, flying high in the evening sky with her black hair flowing behind her, flying towards the city.
Elsewhere.
Haui sits in a pin-striped suit, slick ponytail and a shit-eating grin, talking business with Liam McNulty, an Irish crime lord, his own little emperor in the east district. He wears the signature of his gang; a simple black leather jacket. He's tall, with several black teeth showing in his grin. Anyone that messed with McNulty found themselves butchered; an ear, a nose, a hand, sent off to rival gangs as warning. The headlights of two cars illuminate the meeting held under a bridge out of town. Men armed with automatic weapons standing guard.
"Ya know, I'm not as dumb as I might fuckin' look", 'look' coming out more like 'luuk'. "I know who ya represent, Mr. Haui".
"If you know that, then you know how serious our proposal is".
"For love nor money would I hand anythin' over I've spent my life and own blood buildin' up".
"I'm going to be frank, McNulty. We're taking this city with or without you; you know who we are, you know we'll do it. The only thing we want from you is soldiers. We're moving on to ever bigger and better ventures and our ambitions require men. You make a deal with us and you get to keep your gambling racket, your prostitution, your drugs, we have no interest in getting involved.
"Oh the Syndicate will let me keep what I already have, how kind..."
"The alternative is that you'll be our enemy", Haui is confident, he knows the hand he holds, knows the reputation of his organization. Either McNulty makes the deal, or he dies, it's simple.
"Tell ya what boyo, I want a display of the great strength I've always heard about, how it is you fuckers topple armies and install yer own despots half way across the world. We've got a problem. Not a big problem, mind you, it's more like a fawkin' gnat that just won't go away. Fawwwkin' superheroes, man. This city's been free of 'em for some time but lately there's been this one girl, sure ya've heard of her".
"Yes," Haui says, gritting his teeth. "We have".
"You take care of her, I'll know my operations will be safe from any more fuckin' supes man. You'll have my men for whatever crazy war it is you're plannin' on".
Haui grins, and makes a call.
One Bad Night
Teen Girl decides to visit one of the many bad parts of town; observing from her flight, this is one of the unofficial 'red light' districts, a late night cinema, a couple of bars, and prostitutes lining the pavement. She spots some commotion; a young girl in a tight black dress turns down some creep in a car, an older man in a leather jacket pulls her into a corner, yelling at her. A pimp, most likely. He slaps her hard to the floor. That's Teen Girl's que, increasing the speed of her flight, aiming herself like an arrow. "What the fuck?!" is all he has time for, before she breaks his jaw. He soars in the air, she grabs him, bringing him to the ground. "Now that's no way to treat a lady", she says, her anger getting the better of her, she pounds his face, breaking bone with each connecting fist. His face a bloody stump. "HEEEEEEEEEELP!" Screams the prostitute. "She's killing him!!!" Teen Girl stops herself, her fists covered in blood, the man groaning beneath her, coughing up blood. She stands to face the young woman. "I'm just trying to help".
"Get the fuck away from me! HEEEEEELP!!" She runs in the other direction. "Wait!", but it's no good. She points to some passersby on a night out. "Call an ambulance". She takes off into the air.
"Hmm, good going, superhero. Nearly fucking killed the guy". She lands on a rooftop. Everything that's happened to her; the freak Raptor nearly destroying her body when he raped her, the disgusting humiliation she's been put through by Ross, the fact that she cannot turn to one soul for help or comfort. She punches holes in the brick wall next to her. "Raagggh!!" She rips a steel vent from the concrete, and slams it into pieces at her feet. "Yagggh!" She takes some deep breaths, resting close to the edge of the roof, gazing out across the city scape. Teen Girl is unaware of the group of men in black armoured suits covering the rooftop, closing the gap towards her. She had been spotted by a stealth drone; dozens of them sent out across the city just to look for her.
She's taken by the arms from behind, the shock alerts her, pushing them, her assailants fall backwards only for more arms to grab her, they throw her into a wall, knocking the wind from her. They're strong; and she recognizes the design of the suits. There's 5 of these men; one charges her and she swings her leg hard into his gut, her super strength sends him airborn, the rest circle her as even more show up from the shadows, there's 10 of them now. It occurs to her that they distinctly look like high-tech ninjas. Her arms are grabbed from behind as another man comes forward, she swings her leg again, shattering the metal suit at impact, and swings her head backward knocking the grabber down. She lunges with a wild right fist into the face of another assailant, and continues her motion grabbing another man and slams his body into the ground. She's found that her reactions are faster since gaining her powers; and she's been quick to pick up some fighting tricks with her strength, having fought off scores of gangs. Still, she's caught with a hard boot in the back that bends it, the sharp force sends her forward into the right jab of another ninja, impacting with her pretty face. But she doesn't halt and fights back; a quick high kick sends her foot into the back of his head, he's out for the count. She pounces backwards; the boot of one more metal ninja missing its mark. She makes count - only four left, not bad at all. But yet more ninjas sprint into view from one rooftop to another, closing in on her, she spins around and there's even more behind her, 12 in all begin to surround her.
She's grabbed again, one man at either side taking an arm, and a third jumps on her taking her down and slamming her into the roof, cracking the concrete with her head. "Uuungh", she makes a move onto her knees only to be met by a quick succession of kicks to her face from both sides, "NGH!! AGGH!" One man takes a hand behind her head, raising his fist high in the air he crashes the fist down into her face, sending her back to the floor. She takes the pain, flipping herself to a hand stand and using the momentum she kicks out against two waiting ninjas - the momentum and strength of the blow sends them through a wall of an apartment. When she's back on her feet she can swear there's even more of these black ninjas - then there's a throb as her ear drums nearly burst, a ninja crashes his fists both sides of her head, causing her brain to ring like a bell. She falls to her knees, her enemies don't give her a single moment, she's met with a stiff kick to the ribs. "NNGFF!" She's surrounded, boots coming down hard across her back and legs.
"ENOUGH!! "She pushes herself up - and gets airborn, trying to get away, but there's too many hands with a good grip on her legs, and they slam her down through a skylight, shattering the glass, hitting the floor of an apartment hard. Splinters and glass lay all around her; her tight red costume tore in several places, some of the shards piercing her skin. Groaning, she gets up to her knees, then on two feet. More metal-clad ninjas crash in through the windows, hurling furniture out of their way. She spits some blood from her mouth. "Y'know, you boys are really starting to piss me off!" She charges at them, shoulder tackling one in front of her, like a pinball she runs over the mass of bodies with her superior strength, delivering two quick jabs to the one she's sitting on top of, then rolls out of the way of further fists and kicks. There's a weight lifting set in the apartment; she grabs the steel bar, crashing it into the head of one ninja then another, swatting them like flies. Don't hold back - this is just what the doctor ordered!
"YYAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" With a war cry, she swings her weapon around, catching a guy in the ribs, shattering them even through the metal suit, but also breaking the steel bar in half. She doesn't stop for anything - sending her fist low into the waist of another, yet two more take his place, a boot planting itself into her chest, she charges back at them, fists connecting, sending them for a 360 turn in the air with the force. One grabs her neck, she hurls him in a slam in front of her, he crashes through the floor into the room below. There's so many of them now - surrounded again, fists jabbing into her spine and kidneys, eliciting further gasps of pain, then more punches to the back of her head. She pushes herself back crunching a man behind her into the wall. She grabs one in front of her and sends her knee into his gut and then again - she's vicious - before the girl is punched again with a hard hook, it feels like her face ran into a wall at speed, but she takes it, delivering quick strikes of her own, her assailant cannot take it, collapsing in a heap. It's endless - she's grabbed on either side, her head slammed through the plaster of the apartment wall, she lashes out with a wide elbow, snapping the jaw of one man, takes the other in a head lock delivering stiff punches to his face.
A sword!! She ducks it just in time, and with an impressive, graceful control of her flight, she pushes upwards and flash kicks him, sending him sprawling and knocking down further men, before she comes down again, swinging punches as she does so at the horde of enemies. She kicks her leg out in front and then behind, catching them, breaking more bones of the ninjas as she does so. The floor starts creaking beneath them; and just then, a dozen more ninjas jump in from the skylight. The floor collapses underneath all the weight; everyone falls through several floors of wood before hitting the concrete basement floor. Everyone is groaning, including Teen Girl. The girl's pretty face is covered in plaster, she coughs, her costume a mess, she brushes herself off as she stands up. Her lip is busted open, bleeding. Her back, legs, everywhere aches. Just then - the lights come on, and not only is there at least two dozen more robo-ninjas, but standing there with 7 inch claws bared is Razorclaw. Now she feels nervous. Rather than come at her himself, he points at her, sending his henchmen to soften her up some more, they yell as they rush her.
She jumps in the air and fly kicks one of them in the face, attempts to fly through the gap in the ceiling, but she's immediately grabbed by her legs taking her down, she chooses to follow the momentum and crashes her fists like hammer blows on the waiting men below her. Kicked in the ribs, she stumbles back, she fights furiously, one fist after another knocking the ninjas back, a sweeping leg swipe takes her off her feet, several of them pile on top of her. She grits her teeth; her head ringing like a bell again as more fists pound at her. Her strength is greater than theirs and with an effort she pushes them off, back on her feet, only for a boot to land in her lower back, and from the front she's met with two quick jabs to the ribs. "OOF!!" No time to retaliate as an arm grips tight around her neck, trying to choke her, as yet more hands grab her arms and legs. Two men stand directly in front of her and machine-gun punch her stomach; boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom, their fists like pistons against her tiny waist, one of her ribs cracks "NYAARG!" She'll never get used to the agony of a broken rib, and they keep punching her. She spits out more blood from her mouth before kneeing the face of the man gripping her leg to the right, she stiffly kicks one man in front of her, and with her leg still up kicks the other on the side of the head. Can't give up! They'll fucking kill me!
The man gripping her neck and the other gripping her to the left work in unison; both jumping, folding her backwards in a double-suplex, her head and neck connecting hard with the concrete "NNGFF!" Her lower waist touching her face as she's folded over. They keep their grip on her as she attempts to roll, as more painful boots from all around the horde connect with her body; raising her arms to defend her face, blows rain down across her tits and waist, eliciting fresh agony from her shattered rib.
She takes flight again, escaping the grasp on her neck, dodging in and out of attempted attacks, she shoots herself up in a super-uppercut, this sends a man straight through the ceiling, and she follows after. The ninjas quickly follow, jumping through the gaps after her. To her surprise, more men wait on this upper level, she narrowly dodges a war axe aimed for her head, before right-hooking the wielder. Razorclaw shatters the floor in front of her; he's so fast, he sends a spinning kick straight into her ribs - "NNNYAAAAAGH!" She can feel the broken rib scraping against internal organs, it's misery. The blow sends her to the basement again; more hands gripping her everywhere, she blindly swings her fists, she's screaming, yelling, they throw her against the wall. She keeps her footing despite the pain. One runs at her and she blocks his fist - and with her other hand, strikes her palm at his elbow and breaks his arm in two; his yell of pain piercing. Razorclaw jumps down in front of her, swinging his large claws as the horde of ninjas backs up, she's ducking underneath, and leans back, the blades cutting across her generous breasts and she gasps, three lines in her costume showing the cuts across her boobs, this is followed with a roundhouse kick aimed at her jaw, sending her spinning in circles in the air. Claws come down and she rolls out of the way; but they catch her thigh, leaving three deep cuts. "NNNGGH!" She rolls again and pushes herself back on her feet, running towards the ninjas, the adrenaline, the life and death of it all driving her, with Razorclaw following quick right behind. He swings wildly and she ducks and rolls; the claws not only miss her, but end up cleaving through two of the ninjas, blood splattering everywhere. He swings at her again and she again just narrowly avoids him; Razorclaw cleaves a ninja right in half; blood and guts spilling to the ground. She stands at an electric box; the circuit breaker for the entire building, and gracefully ducks beneath his claws. The metal blades strike the circuit breaker and it overloads, sending electric shocks into Razorclaw's armoured suit; frying him while he's inside it. The circuit breaker bursts into flames. Some of her enemies are now running away from her, as the building itself catches fire, she sweats in the heat. She takes the opportunity for another war cry as she lunges herself at the ones still remaining, swinging fists and sending them on their ass as she does so.
Then she hears a rumbling. What now??
Something like a tank on steroids crashes through the wall from the outside; a fist like a rocket, as large as those old TV sets before everything went flat screen, connects with her face. The force of the blow sends her flying through the wall to the other side of the room and to the outside where the momentum still sends her upwards. She regains some air control. Below, she can see Big Package emerge from the burning building, carrying the unconscious body of Razorclaw. The metallic freak stands at well over 8 feet. She thinks better of trying to challenge him; her brain feeling like it decided to go ten rounds with Mike Tyson. She hasn't been hit this hard since Raptor. Now's her opportunity to escape with her li-
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!
"HURRRRGhHH!!" Her already battered body is struck by an incredible concussive force of blue energy that sends her hurtling down into the ground in a heap. Amazingly, still conscious, she finds herself in a construction site, laying inside a body-sized crater. "OOoohgggh", she gazes up, can see Jetpack through the haze. Something is new about his armour - rings circle his gloves, pulsing with an electrical charge, he presses them together - and a blue field of energy forms, a noise growing louder and louder -
She struggles, yet manages to fly out of the way as a streaming wave of the pulsing blue energy blasts the spot where she was, it smacks the ground like an explosion, sending rubble everywhere, while she avoids the pulse the resulting blast sends her sprawling. Like a bull comes running Big Package, his enormous fist aimed right at her - her quick reflexes save her just in the nick of time, as she jumps upwards in a jumping jack, she continues forward driving both boots into the large helmet of his armour. She succeeds more in pushing herself away from him than doing any damage; flying outwards, another stream of concussive energy from Jet narrowly misses her, obliterating half-constructed girders and concrete nearby.
She more falls than lands; the loss of blood from the cuts along her thigh, the internal bleeding caused by her broken rib, causing her to go dizzy. It's an effort to get back on her feet and she herself is amazed that she can do so. Of all her abilities, her super-resilience and recuperative ability are by far the most powerful. As is her will to never give up. Her silky black hair is stuck with sweat to her face; her breasts threatening to reveal themselves in the widening cuts in her costume, they rise and fall with her deep breaths, the cuts along them painful. And yet her blue eyes are steely with grit. Just then; a quick flurry of blows across her face like a whirlwind, it feels horrible, like her head is being battered back and forth like a pong ball, and she has no idea where it's coming from. She staggers back as it continues; it's like barely visible shadows are passing around her at speed, each blow hurts more than any punch from the ninja henchmen, and she's being hit more times per second than she can count. Her face flying back and forth, her neck desperately trying to keep up. She raises her arms to protect her face, and is met with 20 blows in under 5 seconds to her already bruised ribs, she can feel each and every hit. "Ungh ungh aggh aga!!" She attempts to fly from the danger, but is tackled by a blur, and a second one, both twisting her body between them with her neck between their legs slamming her head into the ground in a double piledriver. The two blurs stop; they have shape and form, both human, a man and a woman, the same black armour, but no helmets, no masks. That's just cocky. They're nearly identical; olive-skin, the woman's black hair flowing, the man's black hair in curtains almost across his eyes.
"Poor girl", says the woman. "There's hardly anything left of her for us to play with, Thunder". Yet Teen Girl continues to surprise herself; lunging forward from the ground with an effort, swinging her best punch... into thin air, met with a gut punch that goes deep into her belly, her eyes wide with shock and sheer torment. Simultaneously she feels flashes of kicks across her face, then around the back of her head. She swings wildly, hitting nothing, as strikes rain down on her from every direction, punches to her kidneys, kicks to her chin. As Thunder runs circles around her, Bolt runs the whole distance the construction site, then back around again, winding up an uppercut.
WHOOFFOOOOOOM!!
The blow sends the girl high up in the air, in the half second she's being launched, Thunder sprints back and forward into a running jump. The woman's elevation exceeds Teen Girl; she spin-kicks her right in the waist, sending her hurtling to the ground with force. With her incredible speed, Thunder keeps up with her falling body, pounding her with lightning fast punches. Teen Girl crashes into the ground blowing smoke and rubble into the air.
As she lays there, Bolt delivers 5 sharp kicks to her cunt before she can close her legs and then together Thunder and Bolt kick her knee caps with repeated succession, shattering them. "NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!!"
The metallic beast Big Package steps forward; long, winding silver tentacles protrude from his back, picking the agonized teenager up, holding her in the air for everyone to see. He takes hold of a large metal girder, swings it as hard as he can, she cannot break free from the grip of the tentacles as the the metal beam connects with her ribs and sends her flying back into the concrete of another building. She lays in the indentation created by the force, groaning; oooh, yeaahh, there goes four more ribs... owww!
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!! CRAAAAAAAAAAAACKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
Jetpack fires a powerful blow of energy that envolopes her body as it crushes the wall around her, sending her sprawling into a heap. "AAGGHRRR!" She tries pathetically to crawl, but it hurts for her to move. Her costume is tore to pieces. There isn't a part of her sexy body that isn't covered in dirt, scratches, cuts, bruises. Big Package stands above her, swinging a wrecking ball on the end of a large chain. Big's strength is extraordinary to be able to swing the enormous ball of weight with such ease -
WHHHOOOOOOOBOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!
Big Package slams the wrecking ball down on poor Teen Girl's body with absolute emphasis. Her broken body lies in the centre of the large hole created by the blow. Buildings shake and windows shatter from the tremendous force from Big's strength. She groans; coughing up blood, her costume almost in total shreds, her naked body on view.
Jetpack looks on as Thunder and Bolt stand at either side of the big hole in the ground, staring at the young girl's groaning, unmoving body. "How the fuck is she even alive?" asks the male of the blurs, Thunder. It's astounding; but alive she is, and completely conscious of every broken bone, of every inch of pain across and inside her wrecked body.
Big Package picks her up with his metal tentacles; there's one for each of her limbs, then even more protrude from his back. A synthesized voice echoes out of his body. "She took a punishing beating in our first battle; and was even able to overcome and defeat us. She is... remarkable", impossible to tell from the tone of the computerized voice, but it almost sounds like he admires her. "No matter. Tonight, I'll utterly break her".
The poor girl's eyes open, groans of pain escaping from her lips. "...Nnnnnghh..." Tentacles envelope her, twisting her arms behind her back, spreading her legs wide. A phallic metal tentacle 4 inches wide writhes snake like at the entrance to her pussy. "...nnnnooooo... AHHHHHGH!!" It stabs into her, her eyes shoot open in fresh agony, her cunt and hymen ripped open savagely. Like a large cock, 9 inches of length shoot inside her instantaneously. "AAAAAAAAAAAAGH GAWD NYAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO!"
Another phallic tentacle sits waiting at her mouth; she grits her teeth, forbidding it entrance, when without warning - "NOOOOOOOO!!" another tentacle fires into her anus, forcing, borrowing down her ass. The agony is excruciating; and as she screams, the tentacle waiting at her mouth shoots inside, lodging in her throat, her eyes gaping. All 3 of her holes filled, the tentacles pump like pistons in and out, the rough metal destroying the walls of her cunt and ass, her throat bulging as more inches pump inside her. Keen now to test her limits further, Big keeps pumping more inches of metal inside Teen Girl's body, pushing past her uterus, further into her belly, the phallic bumps are visibly protruding inside her stomach; as though there are snakes in there, trying to get out. And while her insides are being destroyed she's aware of it all, her eyes flowing freely with tears. Endlessly pumping another inch and another inch and another inch into her suffering lithe body, stretching her pussy to new limits. She has no strength left to even attempt escape. One of the tentacles in her pussy actually makes it all the way through her body, up her throat, and out of her mouth. Her belly is sickeningly distorted, the skin wrapping around the enormous phallic shape inside her stomach.
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The group are astonished by what they're witnessing, each of them fascinated by her body's ability to endure. Big looks around; further tentacles take hold of an enormous steel pole; even thicker in girth than his own tentacles. He takes this in his hands and plants it deep in the ground. He removes his other tentacles from Teen Girl's holes, the girl breathing and moaning in desperation; her blue eyes staring to the heavens as if hoping for miraculous intervention. None would come. He spreads her legs over the pole; tentacles wrapped up her thighs, pulling her down with great force, the pole forcing her already gaping pussy even wider, it doesn't seem physically possible and yet it is happening. The tentacles pull down even harder; the massive girth of the pole borrowing into her lithe body, further, further, further. She throws her head back in tormented, almost inhuman screams. Further and further still, until the pole is visibly pushing against her belly, stretching it, almost like her skin were elastic, tight around the pole. "UNNNNNNNNGHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"
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"God, that's enough", says Bolt, turning her head. "Don't you see?" says Thunder. "She feels everything; she's not dead, not even unconscious. No one alive can feel that level of agony!"
Sirens in the distance, no doubt on their way to put out the raging fire far across the street. "Just leave her; she's finished, there's no coming back from this", says Jetpack. Reluctantly, Big releases his tentacles, leaving Teen Girl speared on the enormous metal pole.
Teen Girl has no idea how much time has passed. She's dimly aware that some degree of strength is returning to her legs. She begins a slow, further agonizing experience of using her legs to push herself off the metal pole, the enormous thing sliding out of her bit by bit. She collapses to the ground, crawling away, faintly recognizing approaching authorities, she crawls into a sewage pipe inch by pain filled inch to escape their view.
She doesn't know how she got here - she's stumbling around some dark alley, and collapses near the back of it. She covers her shivering body with cardboard boxes. From sheer exhaustion, she finally falls asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED
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