Now that the Fantastic Four were corrupted or enslaved, the X-Men were converted into a school for gifted boi-sluts, and Spider-Man couldn't decide what stud she wants fucking her fat ass, the remnants of the Avengers were the last line of defense for the whole world. Though even that was about to change....
Janet van Dyne, Hank Pym, Thor, and Captain Marvel were all discussing Carol's bizarre new infatuation with the Manphibian, wondering what to do next, when they heard the sound of stilettos clicking towards them and smelled thick cigarette smoke.
Julia and Steffana Koenig strode into the room, the muscular, powerful women both dressed in black leather gestapo outfits complete with visored caps, arm bands, handguns, whips, and stiletto-healed jackboots, and one of them with an imposing red and black shield. Both of them were smoking cigarettes in elegant black holders, and gazed at the Avengers with triumphant sneers.
They also held their boy-slaves by long leashes: Clint, Bobby, Sean, Bucky, and Sam (as slaves they didn't have last names), all dressed in black leather, speedoes, jackboots, and black caps, all they were wearing if you didn't count their shaved heads and black slave collars. Their mistresses wanted them displaying all their assets.
"What are you doing here?" Janet asked.
"Vent Stark Enterprises vas given to ze Mandarin as a wedding present, he got zis place as vell," Steffana announced as she blew smoke into Janet's face. "Zo zen ve bought it from him, ja?"
"Ja, Steffana," Julia agreed. "Zis is our place now."
"But don't vorry," Stefana said. "Ve have a place for you."
* * *
Moondragon and Malice glanced at each other. Well, they did want their beloved daughter to have a pet. Such a slave would teach her responsibility, discipline, how to punish an inferior.
"Very well," Moondragon said. "Tigra seems to be a good choice."
"But you still interrupted us and must be punished for it," Malice said. "Assume the position, daughter."
* * *
"Yes! Yesss! YESSSSSS!"
Blastaa shrieked in ecstasy as she spread her legs wide.
"OHHH! OHHHHHH!"
With one final mighty push, she thrust her latest newborn out of her womb and collapsed in bliss.
It was hard to imagine that such a short time ago she had been some blustering male warlord. Until the glorious McEvils had shown her where true happiness lay.
"OHHH! OOOOO!" Blastaa moaned as her army of young swarmed over her, crawling towards her huge heaving breasts.
Now she was huge and very female, a vast broodmare with huge tits dripping with milk to sustain her young. Her former soldiers constantly fucked her, filling her with the cream to give birth, more and more! Each term of pregnancy lasting only four hours and felt glorious and each birth was an orgasm greater than anything imaginable!
She was a babymaker! That was what she was made for! To birth and nurse the new army of the McEvils, an army to conquer the entire Negative Zone!
"Someone! Put a baby in meeeeeeee!"
* * *
"Well, well, so you're getting hitched?"
Kitten turned to see three imposing figures striding towards her, their long dressed rustling as they dragged across the floor.
Madame Mystique, Madame Rogue, and Madame Dazzle, the three daughters of Katherine Pryde, kept the school under a tight leash. Like their mother, they all enjoyed dominating and fucking silly boys, and like their mother, they were all utterly vain. Even anything, even more so.
"Our little sissy boi getting all married," Madame Dazzle chuckled. "Isn't that cute."
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