Jessica knew she couldn’t react...but what the hell!?
“Hannah”...aka Hank Pym, her “ally” had just handed her a bag of MGH? Was it “special” because it was fake? Was this just another layer to their deception...”fake” drugs to give credibility to...
Keeping her face clam, she managed to turn to Lunette “You heard the Man sweet...get him ready for me...” A smile like a sunrise split the girl’s face, and she practically dived at the villain’s crotch, ecstatic at the chance to fulfil Garnette’s slightest request.
Using her hands, mouth, tongue and even tits she soon had the animal themed thug hard as a rock, not to mention panting in arousal; walking over Jessica got to her knees across from her girl and carefully drew a line of white powder along his length...and seeing that line began to quietly panic...the Rhino’s cock had to be almost a foot and half long and thicker around than a coke can...backed with his strength she doubted she could have survived for a moment having sex with him when her powers where at full strength...and her power was all but gone...
Looking at the powder displayed against the villain’s taut skin, she didn’t know what to hope for anymore...that it was fake or that it was real...if it was fake, they didn’t stand a chance of coming out of this little sexcapade short of crippled...if it was REAL they were about to indulge in a hideously illegal, and dangerous, street narcotic...but might just live through the night...
Carefully Jessica brushed her bright red hair out of the way, and positioned her face carefully in the villain’s crotch, looking up she locked her eyes on those of her sweet little harlot, then pressed her finger against one nostril and with one fairly professional move, cleanly snorted the whole line...
As the powder hit her mucus membrane like a freight train, white lightning flooded her head in a silent roar...and hellfire ignited in her cunt...
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Monica stood under the hard spray of the shower, sluicing herself down to get ready for her next client of the night. The high was almost all gone now, and so she knew she was irrevocably FUCKED...
She remembered hearing once that some people could take things hundreds of times and never get hooked, but on the other end of that scale sometimes all it took was the tiniest taste...
It was as if you ran into your “Perfect Drug”...something you were practically designed; mind, body and soul to be addicted to...one little brush with it and you’d be gone forever...
Well Monica had found her “Perfect Drug”...in one single moment, she’d gone from sober to hopeless junkie, already jonesing for her next fix, before the first had even worn off...
How could she be a superheroine, if she was also a Drug Addicted Sex Junkie? The answer was she couldn’t...she couldn’t be much of anything other than the Drug Addicted Whore she already was...because she could never go a night again without experiencing what the Wrecking Crew had just shown her...she’d rather die...
Once she was clean...relatively speaking...she’d need to get a new outfit, the old one just rags...probably just as well, she’d chosen the “blaxploitation”look to seem tough...she didn’t need to be tough any more...just clearly available in every possible way...
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As Hannah sat perfectly still on her lap, Jan puffed on her cigar and watched the monitors as her friends degraded themselves...fucking and sucking with reckless abandon...
Suddenly a memory unveiled itself in Jan’s head, artificial blocks fading away as certain requirements were fulfilled; suddenly she remembered a briefing that the Black Widow had given, pretty much just to her...she’d said that none of the volunteers had the covert experience to pull off the mission...not in time to do little Dani any good...not even Carol who’d been a professional spook...that only an expert team of deep cover specialist would have had any chance at all...and even then...
No the only way for this to work, was if ALL the volunteers didn’t simply pretend to be whore, didn’t even just work or live as them...but actually BECAMEwhores...complete, drug addicted, sex hungry gutter sluts who wouldn’t just fit in...but thrive in the darkness... who would make that debauched and degrade hell their natural habitat...
Of course if they actually managed to pull that off the chances of them ever being anything other than twisted, dirty little sluts ever again was highly unlikely...but it was the only chance the child had...
As her cunt began to heat up still further, Jan started to absently kneed Hannah’s heavy tit as she told her “Dear, I think we will need to keep Garnette and Lunette as a pair...they seem to...feed off each other very nicely...and let’s be honest it would be a shame to split up a husband and wife that are obviously so devoted...time together will do them good...”
Hannah groaned, her body on fire “Yes ma’am” she managed to gasp, panting with need for the woman behind her...