Time stood still for the 4 fallen Agents of Shield, now only helpless squealing soiled victims being brutally raped by 4 giant enraged gorillas. They wailed and whimpered, completely defeated by their brutal ministrations. Relentlessly pummelled into complete submission, fresh horror gripped each of them as they realised that once their Simian assailants had explosively blessed them with their seed, they calmly flipped them over like they were on a griddle. Too dazed to offer even the most token resistance; they only realised the inevitably of their next ordeal as humongous dripping bell-ends forced their soft ass cheeks apart. Their screams hit levels audible only to dogs; these orifices not remotely built for such a passage.
Any hope that any of them may have had that they may be in for at least some respite after this latest devastating invasion, and inevitably two such energetic discharges proved distant; their steroid enhancements leaving them prepared for multiple contributions. They were soon dragged to their knees with animalistic aggression - feeling a huge and filthy animal penis pressed to their ruby lips.
Never! Even now they tried to resist; they may failed pitifully to resist their most unwelcome advances within their loins - but this was totally out of the question, they would never do such a thing. Each one of them attempted to resolutely lock their jaws shut...
...But instead found their tiny ravaged minds were no longer even capable of controlling the muscles in their skulls. Instead they found themselves straining to dislocate their jaws in their eagerness to form a drooling compliant 'O' - which was very soon filled. And as much as they strained to bite and resist, instead their lips and tongues worked into overdrive for purposes far beyond their own.
And as repulsed as they were, as vile as the seed they inevitably received was to them, instead of spitting it out as they intended, they licked it up eagerly.
Still they did not stop. Far from bored, the apes decided to mix and match with their surprisingly receptive partners, no portal and projectile combination going unexplored despite ever-continuing but ignored protestations. Their greatest horror came when each one of them found themselves the meat in a Simian Sandwich, an agonising physical impossibility that became all too possible.
Time lost all sense of meaning for them almost longing to pass out in agonised exhaustion, but their symbiotes forcing themselves to remain conscious to make sure they endured every hideous moment. Only when their companions eventually tired of them did they black out, at this point their controllers deciding that it was time for their bodies to properly ferment the vile concoctions now roaring withing them.
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When they came to, they found themselves facing each other securely fastened into birthing stirrups; their legs spread wide and high. Their arms were securely handcuffed behind themselves, chained to each other and the very solid couches themselves. They pulled at their new bonds completely fruitlessly, wailing in dismay.
But their bondage was no longer their primary concern. Instead the changes in their bodies were truly horrific. Their udders were even more swollen than before; gravity pressing them back down against the fabric - they shouldn't have been able to see anything below their turgid nipples except their upright feet. But now their bellies too had expanded impossibly - each looked like they were in the very latter stages of a quadruplet pregnancy.
They tried to speak to each other to attempt some encouragement communication, but their symbiotes decided such efforts were counterproductive.; thick tongues only slobbered pathetically. Instead they could only stared at each - each friend's helpless terror only magnifying their own.
This couldn't be happening to them - they were powerful warriors, not helpless victims. There was no way they would give birth to whatever vile offspring was growing inside them. They could find a way out of this. They just needed to concentrate with everything they had left - hold whatever monster was inside them right there.
Help was bound to come to their aid soon, and then they could...
And that was when their waters broke.
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