On one side of the system lay a Skrull armada, ships beyond number, yet with stolen technology adapted but not fully understood by the Skrull Empire, they lacked the unity of the Kree fleet. The Kree fleet swept in with the arrogance of that warrior race, cloned and controlled by the Supreme Intelligence that had long gone from servant to master of the race that created it, it had none the less been bound by the Kree grand purpose, to bring the entire universe under Kree rule. To this end it had driven clones of the greatest Kree scientists to perfect their technology to its logical conclusion, even as it bred their warriors to the peak of biological potential. Captain Marvel had been an accident, an aberration.
Captain Marvel had connected to the Power Cosmic, to the foundational power that lay beyond the realities it spawned and ended. Her power lay beyond the limits of the science the Supreme Intelligence understood, and thus while the Kree overlord would use her, ultimately he wished her destroyed as soon after victory as he could manage. Now locked in battle with Super Skrull, the Supreme Intelligence saw an opportunity.
Superskrull blazed through space, the fire of the Human Torch did not require oxygen as when he burned it without limit he drew on the solar winds that blasted from the stars themselves, and blazed like the surface of a star. He drew upon the hard stone of The Thing, and his body became dense as Uranium, the rock of his body raised to heat high enough to drive him over the reaction threshold to become not only radioactive, but to make the strikes of his fists nuclear reactions. He blazed through the superior Kree fleet, his every punch shattering destroyers and cruisers, while the greater Dreadnoughts took as much as a minute to destroy.
The ship killing beams found it impossible to lock on his fast moving form, the missiles could not withstand his radiation and lost track, the powerful flechette cannons found their superdense darts exploded into dissipating gas under the sun bright corona of the Superskrull’s Human Torch powers.
Then she came. Captain Marvel.
The ultimate enemy, the ultimate Kree. Where he was a Skrull man, thickly muscled and heavy with power, she soared in a skin tight suit that looked like it was no more than body paint. Where his body was swollen and monstrous with the stolen powers of the Fantastic Four’s two greatest weapons, the Thing and Human torch, transformed into a transuranic superdense nuclear weapon whose fists struck with megaton force, she swam through space like an otter frolicking among the kelp, her bouncing breasts bobbing as she swayed through the bolts of plasma he sent at her, even turning to take one across her tight little ass with a laugh.
Instead of being blasted like the Kree Dreadnoughts, Superskrull watched as her body drank the power of a sun with a giggle and a wiggle, before turning into a spin kick that blasted him off the Kree ship and into open space.
“Go wipe out the green creepy Skrulls, I will deal with the weakling.” Captain Marvel blasted her message using energy that spanned every frequency, being received by every ship in both fleets and through the stone bones and body of the Superskrull himself.
Choosing between the solid body of Thing or super flexible body of Mr Fantastic, Superskrull went with the hard power of Thing. Stretching his energy powers to the max, fusing the powers of the Human Torch into the Thing and drawing on the broadcast power relayed through the Skrull fleet from their home planet, Superskrull blazed like a pulsar, a super dense ball of radioactive fury, his fires filled with as much plasma as to blur the line between energy and matter, striking at the speed of light, and the impact of an asteroid.
“Die you Kree abomination!” Superskrull screamed and dove at her. He was stronger, and equally skilled.
Captain Marvel, a wisp of a woman compared to the bulk of the blazing Torch/Thing was equally skilled as a warrior, faster physically, but more importantly, she could draw upon the Power Cosmic. Time and Space were open to her, the future as visible as the present when she extended her awareness. She moved to counter before he knew he was striking. She drank the power of his fire, and turned it into photonic force layered between all the dimensions brushing this one, and struck with the power of multiple realities. Superskrull felt his body deform, and only the power of Mr Fantastic allowed his deformed skull and brain not to be destroyed. He instinctively wrapped himself in the Invisibility of the Invisible woman, but blazing with the fire of a sun, it was pointless.
“Damnit, I can’t hit you hard enough in space. You keep being blasted away. I need to get ahold of you to finish this properly.” Captain Marvel shouted.
They closed again, and both the straight jab and rising knee of Superskrull were dodged almost before they were launched. While dodging arm and leg, Captain Marvel saw a rocky appendage swinging free from the destroyed costume, and smiled.
“Hello there big boy, come to mama.” Captain Marvel cooed, grabbing Superskrull by his semihard cock (he had a thing for Captain Marvel it seems), she put all the power of her Phontonic fists, gathered not only from this reality, but from every one whose edges brushed this one, and blasted Superskrull out of existence.
The heavy rock that had been the body of The Thing, and the sun fueled fire that had been the Human Torch scattered and sputtered in space, gradually cooling and drifting apart. There was no sign of the Superskrull’s body.
Captain Marvel frowned. She didn’t particularly like killing, but he was only a Skrull, so it wasn’t like he was a real person.
She turned to the rest of the battle. The Skrulls were running, no match for the superior designs and cohesion of the Kree Fleet. The battle was over, and killing, even when necessary, just depressed her. Wishing Superskrull well wherever his spirit was, she decided to go back to earth. Visiting Kree and watching the slaughter on every public screen would just make her break her diet again. Warporn was a Kree thing, and she didn’t think she inherited that half of her Kree heritage. She’d rather go home and watch Mexican soap operas.
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Superskrull didn’t know where he was. He could no longer sense the great reactors of the homeworld, even out of range, he should detect them. He was no longer in his reality. Worse, he was incomplete. The power of the Thing was ripped away, as was the Human Torch. He was falling from orbit onto a planet that looked like earth, with no flight powers or invulnerability. His cock hurt like someone tried to rip it out by the root, and his head ached like someone tried to punch him through reality.
As he fell faster and faster, he strove to reconnect to the Human Torch powers written into his shapeshifting genes by Skrull superscience, but nothing came. He tried to summon the stone body of the Thing to tank the impact of falling from orbit, but his flesh would not harden. In blind panic he tried to spread his arms like he was taught in his long ago HALO training for planetary insertion jumps and a very strange thing happened. His body stretched. Frozen for a second, Kl’rt realized he had not lost all his Superskrull abilities, just those of the two Fantastic Four he had been drawing on when he was blasted out of this universe.
Stretching his body like a sail, he felt his airspeed come down. Manipulating his body like a parachute, Superskrull began to relax. Two F35 Lightning had been dispatched as soon as his insertion shifted from uncontrolled deorbiting to controlled flight profile, but he didn’t yet know that. The first clue that he was under fire was a missile detonating less than fifty meters from him, and trying to punch hundreds of hypersonic fragments through his body. The deformation of his body as his impossibly elastic form dented and stretched to bleed the speed off the missile fragments actually hurt. With a snarl Superskrull raised a force bubble around himself, taking a second missile strike on his invisible force field.
Grinning slightly, he reshaped the force field as a massive glider and swept towards the incoming fighters. Stretching his stolen powers, he created a lattice of interlinking lines of force, like a big screen in mid air before the annoying insects that were shooting at him. The radar return and terrain avoidance programs did their job, and each fighter had been snapped into a high G turn to avoid the obstacle appearing in front of them. They still hit the screen like barely subsonic bugs, and blossomed into very expensive fire and rained down over Detroit.
Resuming his slow descent, this time aware that humanity may wish to stop him, Kl’rt the Superskrull went on full alert. He may be the only Skrull soldier in this universe, or on this planet, but he would fulfill the directive and conquer it for the Skrull. If he was the only Skrull on it, well earth had females too. If that half breed slut Captain Marvel could turn out that powerful, imagine what an army of human/skrulls fathered by the only surviving Superskrull could become?
Rising from below a winged figure, like an angel, rose to meet his descent.
Swooping down in his invisible force glider, he dove to meet her, wondering how surprised she would be when the invisible glider hit her at a few hundred kph. Superskrull’s grin died as the woman in a hawk mask holding a large spiked mace, and with the wide feathered wings of an actual hawk darted over his invisible glider and hammered a blow down on his force field wing that shattered it.
Falling into a spin, and with a spike of pain from the delicate force construct’s failure in his head, it took him several moments of tumbling before he stretched into his parachute shape to resume his controlled fall for the last few hundred meters to the ground. As he stretched his legs out to several meters to bleed off his speed as they rapidly compressed as he came to rest, his skull was again deformed and his brain blazed in another blast of pain as its form was nearly liquified by the N metal mace pounded into his head with the force of a diving Hawkgirl.
“Will you stop doing that you feathered bitch. Who the hell do you think you are?” Superskrull demanded, whirling to face the woman who swung around for another pass.
“Surrender to the Justice League, alien, or be destroyed. I am Hawk Girl, and will take you into custody until the true purpose of your invasion is known.” The woman boasted and dived for him again. He had learned to respect her strength, maybe as strong as Spiderman, but certainly no Thing, and to be wary of the Nth metal mace in her hands, but she was no Captain Marvel or Captain America. She was a talented amateur in a business where even professionals walk carefully.
“I am so done with uppity super bitches. You want to know my mission? I am Super Skrull, and I am here to get some super skull. Blow me birdie.” Superskrull snarled as he raised an invisible bar to either side in front of him, with barely enough room for the woman to pass without wings. He didn’t know how she could sense his invisible force creations, maybe air disturbances? But he had seen the predator birds of many worlds, and knew they would instinctively fold their wings to pass between barriers like this to complete a strike. He was counting on it.
“Male chauvinist prick, I will ram those words down your throat!” Hawk Girl said, raising her mace above her head and diving at him between the invisible poles, wings tucked tight.
Using Reed Richards powers as Mister Fantastic, Superskrull stretched his body like a serpent made of silly string and wrapped around the diving Hawk Girl like a net made of man. His torso bound her wings tight to her side, binding her wings and arms together above her waist as he let her hammer into the ground face first.
As Hawk Girl opened her mouth to demand, release, surrender, mercy, whatever, Superskrull formed a ball gag of force and placed it in Hawk Girl’s mouth. He stretched his neck towards her ear and nibbled it gently, before biting it hard.
“Oh my cute little birdie someone is going to get something rammed down their pretty little throat, but I don’t think it will be me.”
Stretching his hands, he unbuckled her armour, and slid his hands underneath to cup her breasts, and flick their hardening tips as she writhed and struggled beneath him. As her head cleared, she was able to stretch enough to wiggle free of his torso wrap, while he busied himself with removing her armour.
Standing free, mace in hand Hawk Girl made angry submissive noises around her invisible ball gag, while waving her mace at him. Superskrull looked at his prey and smiled. “Strong as hell, I am going to enjoy breaking you. What are you hiding under that bodysuit, do you have fur or feathers down there, inquiring aliens want to know?” Superskrull said while using Invisible Girl’s power to make Hawk Girl’s clothes go invisible.
After blinking in shock, Superskrull had to quickly stretch his torso, then his legs out of the way as an enraged Hawk Girl swung her mace with impressive speed and unmatched fury against her attacker.
“Shaved, oh sweet Skrull, you are not only shaved but I was right, you have those fancy N metal bits pierced through your nipples and clit. Is that so you can feel something even with your near invulnerability? You should give up heroeing and start whoring, your body is a work of sensual art.” Superskrull said, reaching out to slap each of her breasts underneath the invisible body suit, just to watch them bounce. In response, he felt a strong kick drive his balls up into his abdomen, enough to kill another man, but his stretching powers merely made rearranging his internal organs unpleasant rather than deadly.
Ducking out of the way of the mace again trying to remove his head, Superskrull was done playing mr nice alien.
“You superbitches keep hurting my cock and balls, and I am just about done with it. You like rearranging someone’s guts feels nice? Well why don’t you try it?” Superskrull let Hawkwoman dive on him again at speed. In return he wrapped each of his arms around hers, while he wrapped each of his legs around her wings, not able to bind any of the limbs tight to her body against her superior strength, but enough to make fight and flight both equally unlikely. The drool around the ball gag dripped onto his face as he felt his face deform under the headbutting beak of her Hawk mask. He grinned, she was punching water, unaware the tide was coming in, and the tide was going to cum inside her.
Hawk Girl’s eyes went wide beneath the mask as she felt the tiny fingers of force wiggle into her ass and pussy. The careful and controlled warrior vanished into the panic of a helpless female as she began thrashing against her sexual violation. Superskrull moved to look her in the eye, and lick her face with an obscenely long tongue.
“Relax princess, every bad man dreams of degrading an angel, and here you are with such pretty wings.” Superskrull smiled as the thrashing went from an attempt to attack, to an attempt to flee. Using his superstretch abilities, he unzipped her bodysuit and removed it with his mouth. Extending his arms, he stripped her bodysuit off and used it to bind her arms and wings to her body. For some reason, her “Justice League” decided the uniform under-armour needed to be strong enough to use to restrain their heroines. It was an odd tactical choice, but choosing to fight with a club when your society possesses missiles, and powerful projectile weapons is also questionable.
Hands free, he used his legs to control Hawk Girls as he let his arms begin to work Hawk Girl’s magnificent breasts, coiling about them like the harshest rope tit binding while his hands massaged the bronze beauties, tweaking and twisting her pierced nipples. Extending his neck obscenely, he dropped his face to her pretty bare pussy, and began to trace her labia and flick her clit as his force dildo’s gradually worked her both holes wider in tandem. Because they were force constructs, they could and shrink rather than sliding in and out, a fact which allowed him to ream her virgin ass without lubricant as he took her slowly from one finger to two, making the super strong virgin Hawkbottom open its ring of power more easily than a rookie Green Lantern.
His tongue and lips sucking and licking, and the sliding of his force penis into her tight superheroine pussy, he felt her tunnel not only getting hotter, but slick with lubricant. As Hawk Girl moaned into her force gag, Superskrull changed his shape to a penis gag, and let it begin to thrust into her mouth at the same pace as the other two. He felt and then saw the muscles in her abdomen begin to bunch and relax, her fighting becoming frantic like a drowning victim in the sea as her body and mind fought against the rising orgasm that would mark her conquest. I tugged at the N metal studs in her nipples as I wrapped the tongue of tongues around her clit, doing things with it that a tentacle monster could only dream of.
She was lucky she was gagged, or the scream when she came would have drawn authorities to investigate.
Moving atop her, I changed my grip so my one arm locked her wings and hands to her waist, my other grabbed her throat. With her strength, I could not choke her out, but the feeling of my hand on her throat while I stared down at her as I fucked her would remind her what she was, and what I was to her.
I replaced my force construct with my cock, and let her discover why Reed Richards was called Mr Fantastic. Imagine a cock that could become any shape or size it wanted, one that could match the formation of the vagina perfectly with every thrust, choosing how much to stretch, and scraping over every single nerve ending just hard enough to make those little pleasure neurons blast her pleasure centers with pure fuck lightning. If Reed wasn’t always locked up in his lab playing with his science, his wife wouldn’t have an Only Fans so popular it funded the Fantastic Four’s whole budget.
I let the gag in her mouth go as her eyes started to roll back, and her cries turned to whimpers as I thrust into her, blasting her through first a second, then a third orgasm. I claimed her mouth, and kissed her hard. As my tongue slid into her open mouth, her own flashed into mine with a desperate if unskilled urgency. She let her tongue dance with mine, then sucked on it like a second cock. I filled her angelic pussy with Skrull sperm, letting my cock swell and throb inside as she spasmed wildly against me. As I felt her go weak, I released her bindings and flipped her on her face. Using my legs, I bound her elbows to her knees as she was on all fours, making her go face down in the ground. I let my fingers to the walking as I let one hand cover her clit, and the second slide under her body to reclaim her breasts. This time I let a force construct plunge into her pussy, as I milked her for lube. My own tongue explored the weakening ring on the delicate Hawk Booty, as I drove my tongue up her ass like the tentacle from the darkest Hentai ever made. I listened to her scream as I lubed and opened her sh*t chute for my use and abuse while my hands worked her over sensitive nipples and clit to heights of pleasure/pain a mere human would break under. Superbitches were just built different.
“Please, please.” She begged as I edged her.
“Please what princess, if you want to orgasm, you are going to have to beg me to please fuck you up the ass.” I demanded. It had been a long day, and my cock had been abused way to much by these super bitches for me to be merciful now.
I had to edge her for another ten minutes before she broke. I had to admit, she had warrior spirit. Good, once I had turned her into my superwhore, she would bear the first of my new Skrull legion. A superskrull legion bred on these uppity super bitches.
“Please, fuck my ass.” Hawk Girl begged.
I gripped her by the nipple studs and pulled slowly, letting her body’s reactions tell me when I had maxed out pleasure/pain, but not reached the damage threshold of her unique physique.
“Please fuck my ass, Master. That is how a slave slut like you is to beg.” I demand harshly.
She was on edge, her body shook and trembled like I had her hooked to a heavy power transmission line, and she finally screamed. “Please fuck my ass Master!”
I am nothing if not a gentleman. I took her from behind slowly. I let her feel my cock stretching her. If I had been as large as I had been in her pussy, I would have torn her badly, but I will say Mr Fantastic’s cock was made for breaking bitches, it is always the right size.
One hand on her throat, I began to fuck her ass as my other hand began to stroke her hair. “That is a good girl. You can be such a good girl when you admit that you exist just to please me. You are pleasing me, and that makes you happy doesn’t it?”
She was reaching under herself for her clit, but I put up a force construct to block her from touching her pussy. In desperation, she understood she would not be allowed to touch her clit until she admitted the truth.
“Yes, I love to please you. I love to be used by you. I love to be taken by you.” The proud Justice Leaguer admitted.
I stroked into her ass hard, and pulled her up by her throat until her torso was back in mid air, her magnificent tits bouncing.
“Admit it, you don’t want to beat me at all. You want me to defeat you, to take you. To breed you. You want nothing more than to be my superslut, my cocksleeve, to bear my children and to kneel at my feet in submission.” I choked her with my hands at full strength, and she let me. That is the point you know they are broken. Her neck muscles are so much stronger than my fingers that her allowing me to choke her near unconsciousness was because she CHOSE to let me choke her. She wanted it, or more truthfully, she needed it.
“GOD YES” She screamed, and the wild harsh cry of the hawk was indeed in her. I felt her pussy pulse around the force dildo inside her, and her ass clenched so hard if I had not been elastic I would probably have had my cock ripped right off as she anally orgasmed. I lost all semblance of control as she milked me. I lost control of my force constructs, having never cum that hard in my life.
Hawk Girl sagged beneath me, twitching, wearing only boots and her hawk mask.
I stood, my own legs barely able to maintain shape I was in so much pleasure, but conquest must be driven home to the slave so absolutely that they can and will only remember being broken with both helplessness and joy. There must be no room for thoughts of resistance, or for shame of being conquered. They must know they were born to be conquered and be thankful that you have put them in their proper place.
I grabbed her by her Hawk Mask, and drew her to her knees in front of me.
“Clean me, slave.” I said in a voice throbbing with harsh male need.
Kneeling before me, looking up into my eyes, she took the cock fresh from her ass, and began to lick me clean.
“Good girl.” I said, and felt her shudder with the pleasure of it.
As I became fully hard again, I began to fuck her face, and watched the tears from her eyes as she fought when I went too deep and she gagged, yet she kept her hands cupping my ass and letting me face fuck her. I stopped, grabbing her by her Hawk Mask and pulled her down to lick my balls. I looked down into her eyes and smiled.
“You were born to be my slave.” I slapped her lightly with my hand, and then pulled her back up to suck my cock.
I reached down to her chin and turned it gently up so she could meet my eyes again.
“I am so blessed to have found you, little Hawk Whore. I will allow you to wear my collar, and bear my children.” I said, and formed a force penis between her kneeling legs.
Under my gaze and praise, she lowered herself onto the force penis to hump herself, while my hand continued to stroke her hair and grip her throat. I relished the feel of my cock distending her throat, and when her body broke into another shuddering climax on my force dildo just from kneeling before me to suck, I lost my own control and emptied the last in my balls in my new superheroine breeder.
Hawk Girl of the Justice League, now the first Hawk Whore of the New Skrull Empire.
Look out Earth, your new master has arrived.
