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༒ OCT. 10 | SUPERMAN

༒ KINKTOBER

Giving the nerd a chance.

Today, the Queen B of Clark Kent's High School was paired with him in a science project. He was stupidly nervous and excited. You had no idea how much he fantasize about you. You walking around in your skimpy skirt, tight shirts where your tits poke through the thin cloth which always gives him a fucking boner. When you walk in the hallway as your hips sway revealing your ass in every bounce, while you latch on to your stupid, arrogant, varsity player boyfriend.

He bets all his money that he couldn't even make you properly cum. That he's not able to fill your pussy ass it deserves. He knows your idiot of a boyfriend isn't able to fulfill a privilege when he sees you fucking around boys in schools. You were a slut, but god damn it does he wish that you were a slut for him.

But what can he do? He's just a loser. A nerd. An adolescent whose nose is always buried in a book, too much of a geek for a goddess like you to notice.

“Come over at my place tonight, Kent. We'll do the project there.” You tell him, leaving him as you mess his hair. He looks at you in adoration, too stunned to speak from your touch, attention, even at your presence.

“So, u- uh.. from here,” he states while he points at the part of the project and you stare at him like a puppy, listening intently, humming responses for him to continue.

“Hmm? Yeah?” you say.

“Yes, it was quite easy, so you don't have to—”

“That's so nice of you to do that!” you say in surprise when he says that he's almost done with the project and that you don't even have to do anything else.

“It's— it's nothing.” He brushes you off without looking you in the eye as he smiles.

“You have a beautiful smile.” You state as you watch his strong jaw pull back and present his charismatic eyes. It caught him off guard and blushed.

“H- huh?” you scrunch your nose at him and mess with his hair.

“I said you look handsome.” You say before leaving him to himself and going to the sink go put the plates the two of you used.

“Come, join me in the living room before you go home.” You told him kindly while he was still processing the kindness you were showing him.

“Okay…” he follows you to sit beside you on your big long couch. You were rich, you had a mansion, while he's just a farmer boy. Another thing that makes you unattainable for a boy like him.

The television show was a cartoon that could barely hold his attention as he stared at you. The way your sweet scent invades his senses, your pretty face focused on the screen, he thought he could watch you all day.

Until a warning for an upcoming tornado interrupts the two of you. She ended up calling her parents who were supposed to be coming home that night, while his parents told him to stay in your house if it wouldn't be much trouble as it wouldn't be safe for Clark.

“Yes, of course, Mrs. Kent. I'll take care of Clark well.” You tell her on the phone while Clark couldn't help but feel flustered from the way you say his name.

“Come with me to the guest room,” you tell him before leaving him to himself and his privacy. “Just knock on my door if you need anything else.” You offer sweetly.

Clark couldn't sleep in the guest room knowing you're in your pair of silk shorts and tank top, barely covering any skin of your fair creamy body.

Until he heard timid sobbing in the hallway, just outside his door he sees you turning your back on him while you sob. He calls you names and you wipe your tears before looking at him. “I- I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

He shook his head as he approached you. “N- no, no. What happened?”

“He broke up with me.” You say with a pout and he couldn't bear to look at your pretty face stained with tears.

“He's a jerk. He doesn't deserve you.” He tells you with a frown.

You walk towards him while he steps back, not noticing that you brought him back to the guest room. “Really? Then show me who deserves me then.” You say as you pull down your shorts, he doesn't notice as he has his back on you.

“What do you mean? I–” he was stunned to see you naked when he looked back at you.

“Come on, Clark. Help me out a little?” You say while he gulps, a bulge inside his pants raging like a bull. You push him back to the bed and crawl up on him.

While you look seductively at him, your small hands tug on the band of his pajamas. He stops you and you look at his face, he is serious now. “Are you sure about this?” you nod eagerly, “Don't say I didn't warn you.”

He said before letting you free his huge cock, springing on your face, it lies down on his flat stomach almost reaching his belly button. You smile, impressed.

When your lips cover the tip of his thick length, leaking of precum from seeing your beautiful naked body, he groans as he watches you suck him off like a lollipop. He reaches for your arms and pulls your body on top of him, he carries you like it's nothing and makes you sit on his face. He held your hips down and devoured your drenched cunt.

You ride his face like a professional slut you are. He flicks his tongue on your delicate clit, your sopping walls dripping on his lips and he slurps you like his last meal.

He didn't only make you ride his face, he also made you ride his hard cock aching for your perfect pussy. You bounce on top of him, withdrawing his dick out of you and inserting it back, warming his fat cock so good. “Yeah, just like that, finally fucking this pussy,” he groans incoherently as you pull an orgasm out of his stiff dick. “don't know how long I waited for this,” he grunts at every bounce of your tits in front of his face. He throws his head back as he closes his eyes and leaves his mouth hanging open as he gasps from your warm cunt.

While you moan shamelessly as you ride, you tremble and shake on top of him as orgasm takes over you, he guides your hips as you come. “This pussy deserves to be fed,” he mutters as his cum bursts inside your womb. You moan like a slut, shameless, loud and proud to take his cum inside your cunt in your house with no one around.

As the short euphoric outburst ends, you pant like a dog and try to get off him. He smacks your fat ass, “This isn't some one quick fuck, ride my cock like the slut you are, we both know you can take more.” He says as he move your hips around his cock, you bite your lip as you continue to move your hips forward and backwards, circling your hips making him grunt and curse under his breath, “Oh, fuck, yeaah, just like that,” he grunts as his grip on your hips helps you to grind faster.

He cums again and fills you up, the mixed cum in your womb leaking and leaving a layer on the base of his cock. He makes you ride his dick endlessly, no matter how tired you were, he made your ass bounce on his pelvis. His white thick cum layers across your cheeks, he smacks it. Your pussy stuffed with his creamy load isn't enough until it's a ton.

You lie breathless beside him, pussy drenching in a ton of his milk leaking down your thighs while a thin layer of sweat covers you from doing cardio with him. You were worn out from a numerous orgasm, it was the first time you've experienced cumming more than once and doing it with a guy who doesn't have his orgasm within three seconds. Your cunt was as tired as you were. You didn't know this is how fucking delicious it would be once you give the nerd a chance. A nerd who's jacked. The fittest of all you've been with, with the cutest softest curls.

Clark has never felt so satisfied in his life than at that moment. His holding back to cum in your pussy every minute was worth it. He did as he promised and fucked your pussy and filled you overflowing with his milk. The queen your schoolmates idolize and adore, fucked and used of a nerd's cock.

His pride quickly went downhill when the next day he saw you making out in the hallway with your jerk of a boyfriend. He didn't use you, you used him. When he realized that, it felt like heaven and hell fell on him. Since you never apologized, he never forgive. And he will never forget.

𖤐

AFTER 10 YEARS.

In the city of Metropolis, your engine had stopped working in the middle of a skeptical street. The dark night covered the sky as a blanket of the skyline. It left you no proper view as you stood on the ground of old buildings where wage-earning people lives. The street light barely works as it flickers fluorescents, rhythmic drops of water from leaking pipes, and air damp from the decaying smell of garbage.

You look around in vain, a disgusted expression drawn in your face as you search for help. The rustling of plastic bags invaded by squeaking rats makes you jump and move away from the crumbling brick of walls. “Oh my god, help me…” you whimper as you brace yourself.

“Well, hello…” A stumbling figure says from behind you, voice laced with a mocking admiration. You look and find a middle-aged balding man with a beer in hand, clearly in a drunken state. “What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ in here?”

“I- uh…” you look around helplessly, trapped between a disgusting man and the emergency exit wall of an apartment building.

“Let ol’ Terry help you out, eh?” his vivid city accent comes out in his voice full of smug and lust. You were inches taller than the big ball scum.

“N- no thanks, I got it from here, thank you.”

He threw the bottle in his hand, it flew and broke as it hit the wall, making you flinch. “Oh, look at that, pretty face’ scared. Don’t cha worry, this will hurt just a tiny bit.” the man staggered to reach you, his words garbled as an evil grin lifted his thin lips. The fright in your eyes as you trip walking backwards only ignited the loathsome lust in his eyes.

“H- help!”

“No one’s here around to help you, pretty face. You delicious entity.”

You could throw up from his presence himself as you try to seek help hopelessly. “Help! Please!” The man laughed at your pathetic state as he stumbled closer and closer.

The wind’s splash made you look away. A tall brooding figure with a broad shoulder blocking your sight of the perverted man before you.

“Is there a problem here?”

His voice was deep, calm with confidence, demanding respect. “N- no, sir, uh, I'm just talking to my friend here—”

The man with a long thick cape slowly turns his head on you. His side profile is shadowed by faint light coming from the streets. “Do you know this man?” he asks you in his baritone voice with a midwest accent.

You shake your head firmly, “No. I don't know that guy.”

He looks back at the man, frowning upon your answer. “You heard her, sir. Leave her alone.”

“Why the fuck do you care?!” The man aimed his fist at your savior, but he caught it before it landed on his face. He crushed the fist in his grip as he made the man scream in agony from the pain. The new man stared back in the eye of the old man whose eyes were trembling in pain. Before the bone crack, he lets go and gives the man a run for freedom.

“T- Thank you.” you say as he faces you. You saw how his body suit tightly hugged his ripped muscles. The shiny fabric sculpted his chiseled body well. You gulp as every bulge of his stature is detectable.

He eyes you down the same way you did, only his eyes flashed a sense of familiarity. He knew you.

“How may I repay you, mister?”

He says nothing, just looking at your face. Of course, you wouldn't be able to recognize him. It's been ten years. He blinked at you.

“It's nothing. Get home safe.” He was about to turn his back but you grab his bicep. He raised an eyebrow at your hand while you stare at what you're touching. He's fucking hard as a rock.

“I- at least let me offer you something, to thank you, who knows what would've happened if you weren't here.” You didn't take your hand off his arm, only when he looked you in the eye.

“Miss, it's my job. You don't have to worry—”

“But I insist.” You cut him off as you approach him closer, pressing your hand on his arm as you close the space between your bodies. He breathes down on you.

“If you insist.” He says, narrowing his eyes at you, making you smile in return.

It was the last scene before you kneel on the dirty concrete as you bob your head on his fat cock. “Still such a slut for me, aren't you?” he grunts to himself as you cock-drunkenly shove his dick down to your throat, spit it out and swallow it again. You keep the bob of your head deep until his tip hits the back of your throat. You moan loudly, still as proud as ever to take his cock in your mouth. Although, this time, you're only enjoying a stranger's cock. You have no idea who the man in a cape is. Yet his brooding masculine body brought you on your knees.

“Oh, superman ,” you whimper while looking up at him as you stroke his stiff cock, rubbing your face on the base of his length, making bubbles with saliva on his fat tip as you purse your lips.

You didn't change. In spite of your fancy transformation, you were still a whore deep in your soul. Sucking off a man in the streets. A man whose name you have no idea about.

You flatten your tongue for his tip to lie on it, and shake your head as you dip it deeper and cock your head back and forth. You moan as you suck him off, sending vibrations to his stick that makes him grunt. He looks down at you and impatiently pushes your face into his dick and starts thrusting his hip as he reaches the end of your shallow mouth.

Your mascara runs down your cheeks as your lips cover the length of his thick cock, choking at his stunts of burying and beating your throat on purpose. He made you slobber all over his girth, chin and cock covered in saliva. His dick throbs inside your warm mouth and he hisses, pulling out to pump his cock at your pretty face.

He strokes his hard cock, releasing his strings of white, creamy, cum. He covers your face like a canvas. The splurt of milk fluids on your face, as you stick your tongue out with a greedy smile on your face, it lands on it and on your closed lids. He painted a picture of a proud slut.

“Oh, boy, you drive me crazy.” you moan as you lick your lips glossy from his generous cum.

“Bitch, you make me hurl.” he spit at you before a strong blow of wind makes your hair fly. He left. He left you in the streets with your face covered in his cum. That's what a slut like you deserves.

He finally had his sweet revenge.

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༒ OCT. 09 | El Sin Nombre

༒ KINKTOBER

El Sin Nombre is the faceless man who rules Las Almas. Respected out of fear. People may respect the name, but true and loyal souls of the city despise it. One thing you love about the respected, dreaded, image is that the man who built the name is a woman.

“Sin Nombre 's personal sicaria?” you say.

“ Si, mi amor? ” the woman's voice called out behind you. There she was. Your Valeria Garza. The hottest, most beautiful woman in your eyes.

“ Ola, mami .” you smile giddily, excited to embrace your woman after a long morning without her. You walk closer to her, arms open and ready to wrap around her neck.

You did as you planned, wrapping her neck with your arms, tiptoeing to reach for her lips. She grips the back of your hips, where her fingers lie on top of your ass. She leans down to meet your soft lips. “You miss me, baby?”

She asks in her husky voice. “Of course,” you say as you lean back to look at her face, and rise again to kiss her. Then you do it again.

“I still have—” you tiptoe to kiss her, “—work to do,” and again, “—I'm sorry, mami. ”

She says as she kisses back every time you rise up to meet her lips while she caresses your ass. “Okay..” you say with a slight pout as you look up at her through your lashes, “but, can I stay here?”

She furrows her brows, thinking. “Will you behave?” a grin appears on your lips before you nod eagerly.

“Promise.” You say before leaving another peck on her lips.

“Alright, you can stay.”

She holds your hand as she brings you to the long table of her office. The people in the mansion know who you are, and what you are to Sin Nombre. They respect and protect you, lusting over your beautiful body isn't allowed or else they're dead.

She sits down and spreads her legs as she makes you stand up in front of her. “Twirl for me.” She commands you.

You smile as you show off your red skimpy sundress flowing with the wind. A brow rose as she noticed something. “Lift your skirt.” She demands. You stopped and blushed. You were caught already.

Your fingers grip on the edge of your skirt, hesitant to lift it. There weren't any other people around in the room, which was good. You slowly lift it, exposing your creamy skin.

“Faster.” Valeria demands impatiently. You lift it up to your waist, revealing your pussy. “I knew it, you putita.”

You blush and look away, folding your lips together in embarrassment. “I- I did it for you.” You mutter.

“I know. Come here.” She says gently, encouraging you to approach her. You did as you were told.

Her hands press down your waist while the other creeps up your legs, traveling the sweet spot between your legs. “A- ah…” you moan in surprise when she forcefully spread your legs and straight up inserted a finger in your cunt.

“So fucking wet already.” She comments while she slides her finger up and down your wet folds. You bite your lip as your brows meet. She stood up and tug aside the cloth on your tits to lick on it. She sucks on your nipples while playing with your pussy.

She fastens the pace on your cunt and when you start trembling she stops. “I’ll see you later, mami .”

She smiles before leaving a kiss on your lips and sucking her finger drenched in your juice. You watch her dumbfounded.

You spent the day watching your woman answer calls, yell at men around the house, and work like a dog. She's never been hotter when she speaks and curses in Spanish.

“¡Qué puta madre, pendejo! ”

You watch from afar how she gets mad at the stupidity of men around the place.

Yet when she sees you, her furrowed brows and piercing eyes soften. You are the prettiest thing. The one who calms her down.

“ Mi princesa,” she whispers in your ear, purposely tickling you to hear your adorable giggles.

It's her habit to push you into a tight room and eat you out. “O- oh..” you moan as your lifted leg exposes the cunt she's devouring. “A- ah.. I'm- I’m cum–”

Just when you're about to reach your high, she stops and kisses you on the lips, leaving you high and wet. Such a fucking tease.

She laughs at your grumpy face. Frustrated from all the teasing. “Come on, cara bonita, smile for me.” You roll your eyes at her which makes her laugh louder.

But when she touches you and you reject her, that's when you get too cocky. All of a sudden, you find yourself bending over her lap while she spanks each cheek exposed from your lack of undergarments.

“Estás probando tu suerte, mi putita.”

Her degrading nicknames for you only wets your pussy more. You wince at every smack hitting your skin. Your ass eventually came red and thoroughly spank. You apologize for testing your luck.

“I- I'm sorry, mami. ” You mewl in softly and she lets you go. She massages your soft skin until she can't help but dip her fingers in your wet cunt. Then eventually leaving you longing for more.

Night time drops and the endless calls kept coming, it was boring you. You can't wait to feel her touch on your greedy pussy anymore. You whine and sigh on the side while she talks business on the phone.

You decide not to wait anymore. You walk closer to her and put her lap under your bare cunt. “Hi..” you whisper gently with a sweet smile as you hang your arms on her shoulders.

“ Si- si– Mami, what is this? – porque? si, ahuevo– What are you doing? That's what I said, exactly the plan– ”

“Ignore me.” You say as you kiss her jaw, her neck, exposed arms covered in hot tattoos. You even lick it, and suck her skin, leaving a mark of territory. A low rumble on her chest causes to slip out because of your stunts. You smirk and start to thrust your hips. You fix your sitting, trapping only her right thigh then continued to rub your bare pussy on her cargo pants. You start to undress yourself as the friction on your clit feels so good and dry at the same time.

You look her in the eye while she speaks to the phone, you suck three of your fingers wet before putting it on your clit to drench it with saliva. Then you continue to hump on her thigh, your clit and pussy hole pleasured yet aching for more as you arch your back. Your bare chest presents your tits closer to the woman busy with a call.

You moan at your own cause. You grind faster as she catches a grip on your hip, but you don't stop. You play with your nipples, pinching the hardened buttons and squeezing your mound as you throw your head back from the self-inflicted pleasure.

The knot on your abdomen was threatening to explode. You keep your pace on her thigh, you squirm from the friction against the cotton and your sensitive clit. Valeria watches you as you play with yourself. She was impressed when you made yourself cum with just her thighs.

Your pace slowed down, gently rubbing your core on her thighs. Your mouth hangs open as you ease the climax down. Your eyes are forced to widen when you feel her grip pull you to face the other way, to lie your back on her chest, she creeps her in your legs. The pad of her fingers encircles your glossy clit from your orgasm.

You writhe under her touch as she awakens the flame of pleasure on your cunt. “ Yes, it will be delivered in time .” She tells the other person on the phone. If her Spanish is fucking sexy, her English accent is even hotter. You moan in her ear as you throw your head back and fall on her torso.

“Si, mami.” you whimper as she inserts her finger, sliding them in and out of your sopping cunt. Your hips move in circles, you can't help it. You were meeting the rhythm of her digits.

She uses her free knee to spread your legs wider and cup your pussy, massage its sensitive nub, scoop delicious juices as she inserts fingers rapidly in a pace that feels good for you.

“Si, it'll be coming shortly.” She cleverly replied to the phone before dropping the call and focused on her beautiful needy slut.

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༒ OCT. 08 | WINTER SOLDIER

༒ KINKTOBER

TW: SENSITIVE CONTENT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. 18+

A second product of Hydra. They gave you fatal skills molded from an indefinite time of training. You became reliable, resilient and deadly. A woman with much more freedom than the Winter Soldier.

“Where are they?” He asks sternly, void of emotions.

“Gone. Let's head back.” You try to walk past him, but he stops you with a tight grip of his metal arm on your arms.

“Where are the serums?” You look at his grip on your arms and slowly up to his covered face.

“I have it. Let's leave.” You look away as you try to retrieve your arm, but he doesn't let go.

“Show me.” He demands.

“I'll show you once we're back. Let's go—”

“Show.” He pulled your arm that closed the space between your faces, “me.”

You pull your arm with more force this time. “Make me.” Your brow raises as you spit back an attitude as brave as his.

You and Bucky were assigned to retrieve the first batch of serum for another set of winter soldiers at the hands of SHIELD'S scientists poorly hiding in their hideout in the deepest forest of Salem. The final batch would be at the Starks’ hands. Which would be your next mission.

Hydra had always sent their highest ranking agents in trust of their reputation being the strongest and stealthiest. Which makes both dominant personalities collide, both as stubborn as mules, resulting in endless competition in spite of being a team. Although both are smart, more than wise enough to cooperate when needed.

“You wouldn’t want me to do that.” He suggests.

Yet the tension is there. When heavily controlled minds are forced to union in the name of Hail Hydra, things are bound to be a show in hell.

You disagree. “But what if I did?”

A running figure behind you redirected his attention. He saw a person in white, he was quick to determine that it was one of the scientists you supposedly terminated. His sight slowly draws back and glares at you.

“You have something to say?” you taunt. He lets go of your arm harshly, running to catch and kill the running target left.

The frightened man had no defense against the Winter Soldier. He was quick to slash his neck and end his life in seconds. The lifeless body of a man of science lies soaked in cold blood.

He came back to you, he pulled you once more to leave no spaces between your faces. He proceeds to make impatient threats, “If you don't quit playing, I'll drag you back to Hydra myself.”

Your eyes narrow at his. “I’d like to see you try.” You muttered under your breath.

The Winter Soldier, finally empty of patience, does not hesitate to grab the back of your neck and try to flip you, planning to slam your body on the hard ground.

You manage to contradict his plans as you jump your lower body while he positions to carry your weight in order to slam you on the ground. You're able to stop his brutal plan yet he was at the speed of lightning into changing tactics.

Your instant defense flipped his arm, placing you behind him. Yet just like a melodic dance, he twirls you into his arm. Metallic limb hugging your waist while his leather covered arm covers your neck. He tightens the grip of his arm on your neck, prohibiting you of air as you try to pull his arm off. Your arms are locked on your sides by his metal arm. You try to throw your head back to hit his, but he was leaning in, breathing down your neck.

“You’re a fucking rat, you know what we do to rats, do you?” he whispers in your ear as your free legs kick back his knees, force strong enough for him to let go of you.

He constantly tries to reach you but you instantly went in between his legs to kick and sweep him off the ground from the back. His back falls on the concrete as you lock his legs, flipping his body to face the ground and bind his wrists on his back.

“Who are you calling a fucking rat?”

You whisper down his ear before he reclaim his metal arm to grab your right leg and pull you off him, placing you under his body weight. Now your torso along with your arms on the side is trapped under his heavy build, legs free enough only to kick.

His cold, steel, fingertips grips on your throat. He choked you with both hands, squeezing your neck, tightening more and more by the second. His submerging fingers into your skin blocks your airway, pressing your throat narrowly causing you to make choking sounds.

“I’ve-” you try to speak as you cough from the lack of air, your face becomes a shade of crimson as you try to wiggle your way out under him while he chokes you, “I’ve always thought—” your eyes roll back as you gag from the tightening squeeze of his strong grip on your neck, “—that when I'll be choked- by you—”

“—I’ll be choking from your cock.”

Your vulgar statement catches him off guard, “...What?” that it distracts him enough to loosen his grip on your neck. You gasp for air back into your lungs while his stoic stare becomes distant and confused.

Your hands try to reach for the knife on your thigh pockets still trapped under him, and once you get your hands on it, you stab his left leg. He looks at the knife sticking on his leg before he pulls it off and glares at you. “Stubborn bitch.” He mutters before standing up and grabbing you by the neck again to make you stand. It's when he got too cocky.

You hold onto his wrists as you gain control over your whole body. You run your feet swiftly on his knees, to legs, to kicking his face, forcing him to let go of your throat, freeing you completely of his grip.

As he stumbles back, the sound of the trigger clicks as you point your guns at each other the same time.

Your eyes shot daggers towards one another. The tension is palpable. No one is willing to back down. It takes two to tango and both are willing to dance.

��“Drop your fucking guns.”

It came from neither of you. It was the radio, coming from your headquarters. How the fuck did they know your situation?

“I said, drop your fucking guns. Come back now.”

You two are a damn headache to the heads of the organization. Fingers at the front of the trigger, unmoving soldiers stare back at each other. Both are too stubborn to wear their armor down. The sound of a twig breaking was followed by gunfire from one of you.

You pulled his arm towards your chest as you shot the guy behind him. It was the scientist he previously tried to get rid of. Your torsos so close, arms tangled as you protect him, you slowly face him.

Your faces are inches away, breathing fuses at how tight your places were. Your eyes meet, a distinct tension intensifies between your shooting glare.

“What?! Did you kill each other now?!”

Panic and anger steamed off the voice from the radio. You click the radio on his chest.

“We're heading back. Over.”

You say before letting the stare linger for just a bit more and let go first. You walk past him, strutting your way to your wheels.

Heavy footsteps followed your track. Finally, you two made your way back to your headquarters. It was an unbearably quiet ride.

As soon as you landed, you did your duty calls. You reported to your superiors only to be dismissed with silence which was unusual. Yet you didn't make a big deal out of it. You went back to your quarters. As you sharpen your knife, each scrape on your dull knives glistens in silver. You've changed clothes into something more comfortable.

A sharp knock disturbs your peace. You paused your sharpening and went to open the door. “What do you need?” You ask the same soldier you've been facing the whole day.

“Come.” He turns his back on you without another word. You watch him walk away before deciding to eventually come after.

He leads you to a room designated for interrogations. This is the least tolerable room in your opinion, and experience. The room’s humidity is torturous. It would steam you inside, as if it's a sauna in hell. There is only one light, and it barely brightens the whole room except beneath it.

“Who’s the rat?” You ask, arms folded on your chest as you stand beside the entrance.

Torture gears and tools are laid out on the wooden table and he stands over them. “You.”

His response sent shivers down your back, yet you refuse to show it. “Quit playing.” You scoff.

“Sit.”

He commands. You don't move. Not one bit. “Make–”

“I’ll make you.”

He cuts you off, glaring at you coldly as he points a loaded gun at your face.

Your brows twitch in irritation. You sat down on the chair beneath the dingy light. “This is fucking ridiculous. In whose orders?”

If it was none other than that man, then you were busted. “Pierce.” And you were. You sigh. You were trying your best to prepare yourself for the worst case scenario, and how to escape it.

“You left one alive.” He starts, grabbing the nylon rope as he walks over to you. “Must’ve meant fucking something, I thought.”

You stay silent, watching him walk behind you. He stays standing tall, hovering over you. “But then, you killed ‘em yourself.” He leans down, putting himself in a position where he's breathing down your neck. “You saved me.”

He muttered. You were itching to bend your neck, yet you stayed still. The air coming from him crawls down your skin, tickling you in the slightest way, almost making you shiver.

“Salvatore.” He whispers, his deep voice vibrating as he speaks, “you've successfully reclaimed your image as savior. An innocent.” He says as if he was stating a fact.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Then let me help you in return.”

He says before tying a knot on your wrists. It was tight, tight enough to cause an itch on your fair skin. He walks over in front of you. His rough gloved fingers reach your chin, forcing you to angle your face upwards.

“Who’s your boss?” He starts.

“Alexander Pierce.” Your eyes leveling up at him are void of any emotions as you state.

“I'll ask one more time. Who's your boss?”

“Alexander Pierce—” A heavy palm landed on your cheek. It felt like a punch in spite of being a slap. His glove doesn't leave a mark, but a sting. A sharp sting.

“Now, tell me the truth this time.”

As you look back at him, carrying your head to angle back in front of him.

“Alexander Pierce.”

“You tell the truth, it's finished. I'm sure you're familiar with how interrogations work.”

He narrows his eyes at you before walk back over the table. He grabbed the thick and long two by two piece of wood. “Speak or meet these…” He gestures at the tools of brutal torturing methods. “...until you break.”

He comes in front of you, a chunk of wood ready in his grip. “Who sent you?”

“No one. I'm not a Judas.”

The chunk of wood comes flying to your head. He hits you without hesitation. You're a special soldier that went through brutal surgeries of training, and injection of various serums in order to toughen you up. But, man, that hurt. It was a heavy pang on the head. It almost shook your brains out.

“Fuck…” you mutter under your breath, pissed.

“Who sent you?” He asks again.

“No one.” You say blatantly.

Another striking pain hits you on the temple. Undoubtedly, a straight and faint mark of red across your face is formed. It burned on your skin.

You scowl at the pain. Your eyes closed, gulping as if it would help you to show no pain.

“Who… sent you?” He was as patient as you. So, it would be a long ride for the both of you.

“No… one.” This time, he hits the top of your head. Bearing in mind that it is the Winter Soldier, a super soldier in front of you, the pain exceeds your tolerance. It took seconds before the ache spread and made your skin pulse.

“Ah…” You groan as you throw your head forward. You couldn't help it, no matter how much you fight back showing reaction.

You gasp air as your head starts to become hazy. This brings you little control. Yet there's still something. “This isn’t your style. Try better.” You managed to sneer.

“You don't tell me what to do, you tell me the truth.”

It was the last thing he said before he made use of the wood well and thoroughly. He toyed from the same two questions while your loyalty lies strong. You keep answering appropriately.

You. don't. know.

Generously, he didn't keep targeting your head. He knew himself that if he did, this interrogation would be cut short. He focused on your whole body. Beating your legs, stomach, chest and back. He intends to inflict pain. And he's damn good at it. Your ribs, the meat of your skin is heating up and is about to break. Yet it's only the illusion of pain. You're way stronger than the burning sensation of the chunk of wood lashed on you. Even if It left red thick marks and a bump on your head.

The wood finally bore him. Your brows twitch in confusion when he pulls out a long leathered whip. It looked like it was use for another type of torture. “Getting freaky there are we.”

He whips you on the face without another word. “Who sent you?” His repetition was what's torturing you. He would ask the same question paired with a harsh thrash of whip.

Each lash on your body was a tearing of your clothes. You weren't in uniform anymore. You're in some cotton clothes that break from a strong whiplash. The whip stings sharply, and strips you.

His techniques are honestly nothing yet. You were trained for this. For you, it's only another session of training. You were shaped to bear this pain. It's just that, you were also created to feel pain. Which causes you to whimper as your body aches. Yet you can bear a week of this session.

Which means it's only fun for him.

Your moans, your mewls, your expression of pain was doing something to him. You couldn't see it, but whenever you moan, his lips twitch and he follows it with another hit.

That sound. He… likes it.

But he doesn't know that he does. He only knows that he would keep hitting you to hear it more. Strips of thin wounds are drawn on your skin, you've enjoyed this more than the first method. Your clothes exposed your cleavage, and the most controlled soldier doesn't even give it a glance.

His sharp whips kept you awake and it was an advantage for you. It is dangerous for you to fall asleep after your head concussion.

He drops the leash in anger, he cups your chin, squeezing your cheeks with so much force that he crushes your jaw. “Who sent you!” He yells at your face, outrage is flaming in his eyes as his grip on your face shakes.

“I’m not a fucking traitor!” You yell back as you continue to squirm in your seat. You didn't see it coming, it was too fast. His fist landed on your face, knocking you down on the ground with your body and the chair. Your ears started ringing, your mind became foggy as your cheek kissed the rough ground. Your eyes flutter a few times before you meet nothingness. He stole your consciousness.

You were woken by a cold water pouring down your face, you gasped in surprise but there was a cloth over your head that forbade you to inhale oxygen. You squirm and shake your body, you try to reach for the cloth on your head but you're tied down. In a new position you couldn't identify how. Your lungs burned in inability to breathe as water invaded your nostrils.

“Wake up, kid.”

You hear the same voice torturing you for god knows how long. He snatched the cloth over your head and you pant like a dog for air. Your chest rises up and down, the concrete beneath you feels cold, like steel. You looked down and found your body stripped naked and strapped down. You groan and close your eyes in dismay.

“In whose orders are you sent down here?” He asks with no introduction. The nylon rope straps over your wrists and ankles, also binded your legs apart. He was creative with the rope. It creeps on your milky legs, crawls down your shoulders to your back and rolls back to your waist, leaving a massive concentration on your breasts. It was a familiar rope tying. It wasn't what you'd expect from a global terrorist organization. More on like a sexual practice of bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism.

You grit your teeth together as you squirm, yet it only did you bad. The rope pressed tighter at your movements, making you yell in frustration, “Alexander Pierce!” it didn't tire you out to slap him with sarcastic logic yet his punishments physically did.

The whip came back as you felt it against your skin. “This is way too generous for you.” He mutters and comes over your head, he stuffed your mouth with the same wet cloth.

You didn't bother to scream, yell, or screech for help. You only made noise when you needed to. You had to save energy in order to survive this. Preserve energy in order to endure the trauma mentally and physically, to eventually escape this hell hole.

The buzz of a machine and the combination of the cloth in your mouth didn't please you. You didn't like what this third or fourth— you've lost count— torture is going to be. The waiting for another pain only caused you to feel the burning of your wounds, bumps, and bruises. You focus on your breathing to distract yourself from the pain.

Then when you feel his presence coming closer, he electrocutes you without warning. You screamed through the cloth. You shrieked in pain as your mind went blank. A striking thousands of needles poking you at the same time, traveling your skin through waves. You couldn't help but shake, writhing from the pain. The rope around your legs was squeezing your thighs, inching closer near the lips of your cunt.

He lets go and you catch your breath to recover. Your body went numb. You stare at nothing while he takes the cloth from your mouth. He slaps you.

“You can’t sleep. Speak up.”

Your iris traces him. Your soundless mind doesn't help to create a response for him.

“I don't know… anything.”

He growls at you before a vibrating sensation touches your clit. You gasp in surprise. Your thighs straighten and your pussy clenched. He lets it stimulate your genitalia in low friction, giving you almost nothing which was good yet painful.

He puts another tool over your head, a gag ball this time. You groan and roll your eyes in annoyance at his choices of torture device. Your toes curl at the pleasure while you lie in discomfort.

“You don't wanna speak, then so be it.”

The low vibration was such a fucking tease while he walked around, whipping on across your body black and blue. You groan and drool over the ball in your mouth. Your pussy clenches in a search for more friction. The device on your cunt sends ripples of sexual pleasure that your body recognizes along with the sharp lashes of whip on your hardened nipples. Every sense is heightened, pain mixed with pleasure and discomfort was bringing you in frustration.

“Who!” A strong whack of the whip lands on your body, “Sent!” and another, “You!” and one more wound on your skin. You shake your head and squirm in response. The drool of your saliva drips on the edge of your lips as you release exasperated moans.

He slashes the rope around your ankles and wrists, yet he binds together your hands. It pushes up your red tinted breasts from intense beating, then he pushes you off the stainless steel table. Your meaty skin bounces as you land on your shoulder, you cringe at the pain. It was then you realize the big fuck ass vibrator was also tied in between your thighs, focused on your clit.

The door was open and you desperately, stupidly, crawled towards it. You move like a worm, dragging your bruised skin on the cold, rough, cement just to hopelessly escape.

He catches your ankle and pulls you back. He dragged your naked body on the floor back inside. He kneels and locks your thighs from the back in between his. You hear the rustling of a belt, before a hard smack lands on your ass. He smacks both of the skin, and he keeps going while you whimper through the ball. He didn't stop until you felt the sting on your ass and the mark of his hands. He leans down to harshly grab your hair from the back, making your neck snap to arch.

The moment you've stepped foot inside Hydra, you've been recognized as a hero behind the scenes. To comply in war crimes in exchange of intelligence to return to your alma mater, SHIELD. You've made a big sacrifice they respect, playing the cards in your enemy's den knowing you could be caught. You could be put in this situation.

You may have had preparation for any worse case scenario, you weren't prepared on how humiliating, brutal and merciless it could get. He let go of your head just to pull it back up using the strap of the gag. It chokes you, stretches your lips, drench you in drool. You cough as he unfastens the gag and lets you go. You cough painfully with a dry throat.

Now he drags you beneath the fluorescent light, in spite of how useless the bulb is, it blinds you. Your knees are folded on the ground as the vibration continues to bother your clit. He slapped your exposed breasts and it made you jump. Your neck arch harshly as he pulls it once more. You feel an icy metal against your lips, he forces your mouth to open. Then he inserts the barrel of his gun. You open your eyes and look up at him.

Fear won't be found in your eyes until he loaded the gun while its muzzle is buried in your throat. Your lips quivered in the slightest fear, and he finally found something from you.

“Why are you here?”

The shift of his question stunned you. The Winter Soldier never asks why or how. Only what, when and where. That's how he was made. It's the main encoding they built in him as their killer machine.

Silence and the low buzzing of the device beneath you was between you and him. You blink at him as you watch his eyes shift in doubt yet frigid as is.

He gently pulls the gun off your mouth, giving you freedom to answer. “I- I…”

His ocean deep eyes almost caught you. It was hypnotizing. The more you stare at it, the more he lures you in.

“I-.. “ you sighed.

“I'm here to do my job.”

That technically wasn't a lie. Yet it was safe.

“What's the job?” your bruised lips nearing in the shade of purple smirks. The Winter Soldier's back.

“Guess.”

Your humor gets you nowhere but a stinging pain on your face as you receive a harsh slap. “Let me make one of your dreams come true.”

Now, this confuses you. But you quickly put the pieces together when he pulls out his cock. Its tip is shiny from precum, stiff as wood, thick as meat. He shoves it in your mouth and slams it deep down your throat. He thrusts and fucks your face relentlessly.

“Choke on my cock.”

He grunts as he pushes your face to meet every thrusting of his hips. The tip of his hard dick hits the back of your throat that it conceivably choke you. As if your tired body could take more, beaten, electrocuted, and waterboarded, he points the loaded gun at your head while you forcefully bob your head on his thick girth.

You've lost track of time, you've fainted, screamed, and begged for air. Yet none of those are still enough. He drags his length out, letting the point lie on the very tip of your tongue only to slam it back down on your throat. Then he thrusts rapidly, mercilessly beating your throat.

He grunts as he pumps his dick rapidly to squirt his warm strings on your face. At first, you were sure that you were covered in sweat. Then when his beating and lashing came, your sweat was fused with blood. It was followed by cold water, and now, his creamy load of cum. He cums on your blemished breasts, your swelling face, and wounded body. You couldn't name the mixed fluids dripping on your tortured body.

He finally let go of your hair and pushed you on the ground. Your strapped, naked, lumpy body lies like a ragged doll. You're tired. You're restless, and you're worn. From humiliation and physical degradation.

“For the last time,” he steps over your body, putting you under and in between his legs. He clicks on the device between your legs and raises the level of vibration. It immediately made you jump, moan in discomfort and friction from your cunt. “Who sent you?”

It's not that he's a bad interrogator. He's good. You've seen him in action beforehand. He's ruthless and he gets what he wants from the informants. It's just that you're a good team player. No matter what method he does, you wouldn't betray your troupe.

He's well trained for this just as good as you. “Your mom.” You're tired of the enemy's name. You smirk as he flips you and your face meets the ground, grinning through the concrete.

For the last time, he traps your ass beneath his crotch. You feel his rigid dick in the split of your ass. When he spreads them apart, your face crumbles like a piece of paper as he enters the tip of his cock on your tight ass hole.

“No, no, no,” you whimper under the process of tearing you apart with his stiff cock.

You saw this coming but you were never mentally prepared for this. The most inhuman degrading torture of all.

Final method: rape.

“S- stop! stop!” you finally cry, after enduring various torture a human could possibly tolerate, you finally break. He keeps on slamming down your virgin ass. It felt like spitting you apart. It felt like he was trying to tear you to pieces, breaking you in half, and he was successful at it. You cry, tears streaming down your cheeks full of cuts to the concrete.

His cock was thoroughly engulfed by your tight hole. He drags it out and pushes it back in. He moves forward and backwards, dragging your body with every thrust that the floor scratches your nipples, your soft skin, painfully. As if the pain in your ass and bruises isn't enough, he clicks the vibrator in between you for it to stimulate you higher. And everything was driving you insane.

You bite your lips as you cry from the overstimulating pain and pleasure inflicted on your body. “Stop- please…” He grips on your hips, smacking your ass he's thoroughly fucking. He grunts down your ear, biting your shoulder blades in the process of shattering you to pieces.

In spite of the excruciating pain for the last unidentifiable hours, you were able to have a wet cunt. The vibrating pleasure on your clit was driving you up the hill. You writhe under him, sob in tears which deserves to be released.

“B- Bucky! Stop! please…”

The thrusting behind you stops and you continue to sob silently.

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

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༒ OCT. 07 | SCARLET WITCH

༒ KINKTOBER

Your eyes glow in scarlet red, mind manipulated by an evil witch whose clit you’re latching on as she pleases.

She sits on the bed, legs open, body bare fucking naked with just her spikey crown declaring her identity and power hung on her head.

“Crawl to me.” She commands and you follow. Carpet floor sticking to your palm and knees as you crawl to the bed, a glistening pussy waiting for you at the end.

Moments before you lost your own mind, you were telling her you believe she isn't evil. That it is only the Darkhold influencing her to do bad. “Is that what you think? Go ahead then, suck my fingers clean.”

She says before shoving her coal fingertips into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat. “Let's see if that'll save me.” Her irises flare in scarlet and next thing you know, you're on your knees.

You look up at her with the same flaming red in your orbs while you worship the Scarlet Witch.

Her slick juices invade your taste buds, her glossy clit feels silky and bulky on your tongue. It tastes as delicious as it feels to her. “Ah … yes. J- just like that.” She moans as she nods in approval, brushing your hair gently, meeting the thrusts of your hardened tongue. Her eyes are closed as her mouth opens, leaning her head back as she couldn't help but open her legs wider for you.

While your moans on her core sends friction of vibration that sends her flying high. Her mind is getting foggy as you slowly earn your consciousness back. Yet it doesn't faze you, it only makes you realize you don't have your fingers in her.

Once you slide them in her slick folds, you lap on her clit. She has your tongue colliding against her sensitive button. It makes her whimper, gasp as each stroke of your tongue sends an electric sensation.

“Ah… yes, fuck my pussy just like that.”

She moans as she looks down at you, mouth hanging open as she rubs your face more into her core. She keeps on thrusting upwards to meet each flick of your tongue.

“Mind set free yet you’re still lapping me like a damn starved dog.” She grins down at you while you nibble on her sensitive clit. You were caught. Yet you shamelessly kept on eating her out.

“I told you, you can still be rescued. Maybe if I gave you my kids, you’ll be saved.” You smirk as you look up at her. Fueled by smugness to drag your tongue from her slit up to her clit without breaking eye contact.

You knew you’ve reached your goal when you saw her sly grin drop. You made her mad. Which pushed Wanda to fling you on the bed using her chaos magic. Aside from the fact that you mentioned her grudge, you and Wanda can’t make kids. Which drove her insane.

She crawls on the bed, hovering over your naked body. The exchange of body heat and sexual tension between your stares was palpable.

She sits on your stomach, you grip on her hips as she presses her hot core on your belly. She looks sultry as hell as she looks down on you. A quick motion passes your peripheral vision as a sharp sting hits your face. You smile and laugh hastily in return when you’ve realized she slapped you.

She slapped you again. The rage in her eyes as strong as her desire to fuck you. “I fucking despise you.” She mutters in your ear, licking your earlobe.

“Or you despise how much you want to fuck me?” She narrows her eyes at you, tilting her head as she scans your face. “You’re fucking excellent with the hex, Wanda.”

An impatient sarcastic laughter is dragged from her chest. “The lying? Not so much.” She captures your lips once more while she conjures a barrier which reveals Wundagore and its shrine where the two of you lie.

“Damn. You really turned this stone into cotton.” You comment while she smiles and tilts her head at you.

A flick of her hand and she summons her colossal minions . She stands up and forges you in the air, elevating you into one of his worshipper’s arms. She speaks in a foreign language only the massive monsters of a rock understands. They nod and agree with a deep, loud grunt. The two free of hands even kneeled at the goddess.

The minions of Scarlet Witch is almost as big as her sculpture, who also hold chaos magic of their own. Which they use to fabricate a huge cock proportioned to their size. Which meant it was impossibly too large for a human.

This made you a bit nervous, when the too massive to be called a minion spreads your legs open. He makes you lie back on his rock hard chest as he split you open in the air.

“W- Wanda.. What did you tell them?”

Her bare chest bounces each step she takes closer to you on top of her shrine.

“Breed you. You will give me children, right?”

Fear appeared in your eyes. All of a sudden, the icy air of Mount Wundagore was getting to you. The minion's rough, spikey, grip was poking through the skin of your milky thighs and back.

You watch as two more the huge monsters approach you and corner you on the sides. They were palming their massive, heavy, cocks. “You look so tiny in their arms.” She mutters in fascination as she watches the four of you.

The center of your sight is the altar of the Scarlet Witch. She was lying on the tomb shrine, legs wide open as she play with her folds. “Look at that wet pussy gleaming back at me.” Wanda says as she watches you. Your legs are folded to your chest, cunt exposed in the air, glistening juices dripping. Impatience reaches Wanda. She yells in her mother tongue, Sokovian, to fuck you, now.

The minion whose holding you like a puny doll grunts as he folds back your legs with one arm to reach for his heavy cock. He pumps it gently before tapping the tip on your small entrance. “T- That won't fit, Wanda. Make them st- stop– ahh..”

He pushes in his massive tip in your pussy. As your spongy wall swallows the meat, you moan and roll your eyes back as it stretches you out.

“You were saying?” Wanda asks as she dips in her finger inside her drenched cunt.

He monstrous minion thrusts upward more, burying his cock deeper. Your pussy is being forced to adjust to his gigantic size. Half of his dick inside you and it was already touching your cervix. “Mhm… yes, ruin her. Split that slut in half.”

His sharp fingers grips the back of your legs all the way to your back, completely grabbing your whole body like a fleshlight. He lifts you up and down to pump his heavy length. It was painful. He was dragging his hard rock dick in and out of you. Each thrust of his thick cock was abusing your womb. You cry out in pain at every thrusts, while Wanda keeps on playing with her own cunt. She edges herself, refusing to cum until you do.

The creature's cock is engulfed by your soaked cunt, fully stuffed of sticky fluids and throbbing cock. The titan fasten his jerking of your body up and down. While your moans, and whimpers get louder and louder as he keeps on molesting your cervix. “A- ah! S- stop… please.”

In spite the pain, you were able to reach your high. Orgasm was threatening to explode as you clenched on the fattest cock you've ever had. You gasp in surprise at the amount of warm, creamy load the monster splurt inside your womb. “Ah… yes..” Wanda moans as she cums in sync with you. The monster holding you like a doll was grunting as he pushed his dick deeper making the black in your eyes roll back from cumming. He doesn't pull out for a few moments, marinating the ton of load in your womb while you mewl pathetically.

Once he does, loads of cum leak from your mushy pussy. Wanda hums in approval as she watches your cunt sopping wet drip of creampie. “Take turns boys, make sure she'll give me a kid.”

Wanda is hella mad at the petty stunt you pulled, and she is truly going to let you know.

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