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Selina Kyle closed her eyes, and, for the briefest of moments, lost herself in a cloud of mind numbing euphoria. In the dream she was ‘Catwoman’. Prowling over the rooftops of Gotham City. Clad in skin tight leather she would leap from grey-hued concrete buildings, send her whip to crack out from her hand. Snag at rust pocked fire escapes and weather worn gargoyles. Propelling herself through the air she would swing down dingy streets and alleyways with displays of agility that put world class gymnasts to shame.
In that dream life she was master of her own destiny. Slave to no one.
“Open those pretty eyes, Selina.” demanded a gruff voice.
Reluctantly she did as commanded. Cracked open her cum smeared lids to stare down the barrels of a dozen angry cocks. All were aimed squarely at her as she was forced to crouch low. Her wrists bound to the floor and her face inches from a small, block like, shiny metal table. A bowl placed upon it, the name ‘Catwoman’ scrawled along the side in thick permanent marker. Selina’s eyes glanced down. The light purple plastic pet food dish was already half full of pearly cum. Run off from the cocks that had been plastering her face and mouth over the past few hours.
Her thighs burned with exertion, her ass raised high into the air. Legs kept almost straight by the binding bars that spread her ankles wide apart and tested her innate, near super-human, flexibility to the breaking point.
The man behind her didn’t seem to care about her comfort of course. None of her rapists ever did. He grunted and swore at her. Called her exactly what she now was as he clenched her hips in an iron grip. Mercilessly rammed his thick length into her poor abused pussy over and over. His heavy, sweaty balls swung back and forth to slap a steady rhythm on her swollen clit. The action sent humiliatingly pleasurable shocks throughout her body.
Selina Kyle. aka Catwoman was only one thing now.
“Hey, Jesse… nuff.. looks .. ahh AHH haa… looks like my ‘Meat Rocket’ is b-blasting off…Ahh… Aggainnnn!!”
Jesse felt thick spurts of cum coat the back of her throat. She swallowed involuntarily as the goonie faced nerd gave a few more hard thrusts that tickled at her gag reflex. His hand gripped her long purple hair tightly. He tugged on it. Pulled her face about roughly until his dick popped free from the ring gag stuffed between her shiny, cum smeared, lips. With her hair wrapped around his fist, he had guided her mouth up and down his shaft until he exploded. Not just once, but twice! Thankfully, the second time, he withdrew relatively quickly, before any more of his disgusting seed worked its way down into her belly.
How could he have so much left in his balls? The bitter thought raced through Jesse’s mind as cum continued to pump from his cock onto her face. It was less of a load than the first, though, not by much.
She sucked in a lungful of air. It was hard enough trying to breathe around a thick, thrusting cock in her throat but, having her old ‘enemy’, and now often times ‘partner’ Misty, lying between her breasts and on her spunk-filled stomach, definitely didn’t help matters.
Leaning on her tits Misty groaned as she was rocked back and forth from the cock that continued to slide in and out of her pussy. She burped up a little cum from a previous client and it dribbled from her lips to spill over Jesse’s much larger chest. Judging by the dazed look in Misty’s eyes, and by the absolute hammering her sucking cunt was receiving, her client definitely knew how to handle his dick.
Barret grunted. His massive arm cannon slammed into the mattress mere inches from her face, the thick metal making the bed’s frame groan under the weight of the impact. The brunette recoiled, wincing at the sensation of her sprawled hair being tugged. She slapped his thigh, to which he shifted.
Tifa exhaled as he lifted his arm. She swept her long locks to the other side of her sweaty scalp where they pooled on the wrinkled bedsheet. Now her hair was going to cling to her body like her drenched clothes. She sighed.
“That was close,” she said, eyeing the massive gun as it rested back into place.
“Sorry, hun.” He groped her ample bosom, squeezing it tightly as he drilled into her ass. The combined sweat of their bodies sustaining the lubrication of her fluids on his cock. The fat crown speared back and forth in her clenching flesh with ease. Each thrust squelched and made his chiseled body rub against her mostly bare back. “I am just really getting into it.”
“I can’t fix anything if my head is crushed.” She bit her lip as she thrust back against him as much as she could with her shorts around her knees.
“Don’t worry about my aim.” He retreated from her and thrust to the hilt several times in quick succession, each one slipping into her ring perfectly. He nuzzled her neck while she began to pant.
“Oh god, the way you fill me…” She grabbed at the soggy bedsheet as he picked up the pace, battering her ass with his meaty hips. He seized a handful of her long hair and pulled it back, making her gasp.
Through an open window behind the pair in congress, Alpha and Gamma silently observed. They stood under an awning of moldy wood and displaced branches, mostly concealed from view. Delta had taken position upon the roof of a multistoried building in a nearby corner of the village, watching the streets for wandering villagers. The only squad member with her cloak engaged was Beta.
The muscle of the group was likely beginning to lose her patience with the waste of her cloak’s power, Alpha’s leadership, the searing midnight heat… She would have to retreat into the forest to give her cloak time to recharge the way the mission was going.
Alpha backed away from the window and sighed, leaning against the building. The village had an unearthly glow in the dead of night that turned her white uniform teal, though it had not yet been submerged into the lifestream by Ultimate Weapon. It was only a matter of time until the beast arrived, if the timeline of the game was to be believed. However, as was becoming evident by the scene Gamma continued to spy on – clenching her thighs together – the disparity between these living worlds and the media they were borne out of (or was borne out of them) was significant.
Tick. Tick. Soft ticking in their cabins heralded the coming change of the hour. With a click, the internal clock of the structure flipped from 6:59 to 7:00. The breezy morning jingle played elevator jazz from concealed speakers throughout the crew sector of Level Four, stirring the off-duty occupants from their slumber. Those who turned in late the previous night grumbled to themselves over the prospect of having to wake up and go to work. The better rested sighed and steeled themselves for another busy day.
The third shifters working in the kitchens yawned off their exhaustion and donned their aprons after a couple hours of poker. The overhead lights and vats snapped on as they begun preparing the food for their waking co-workers. Several cleaners did a final wipe down of the tables, benches and floors. The liveliest section was the workshops. Those weary workers loudly rejoiced that in an hour their painstaking replication of the Subjects’ garments – which would quickly be ruined by enthusiastic clients – would be done for the day. Their revelry roared on even as the short jingle came to a close.
A pleasant electronic tone filled the gap between the wake up call and the announcements.
“Good morning, first shifters.” The sultry voice of the Matron Hostess came in over the intercom. “It is the start of a gorgeous Monday. If you switch to channel 3 on your cabin portal now, you will be able to catch the last mauve rays of early sunrise on the horizon. This is not an opportunity you may have very often so I urge you to seize it.
“Today’s announcements will be brief. Due to the diligence of our maintenance staff, the Sector 2 gym is no longer quarantined and is fully open to all SA crew members again. We all should have ample opportunity to maintain our exercise regimen. On today’s menu is the tempura shrimp special. View it on your portal for details, vegan, and gluten free alternatives. Hostesses, we have three new Subjects who arrived over the weekend. Our LDE crew members have described them as dangerous and skittish so please be careful and make their transition into their new lives smooth. I trust you will be diligent in watching over them and keeping them safe.
“Please see me if you have outstanding concerns. Have a fun day out there, everyone.”