A saga of squalid and liberation

“OH GOD! FUCK ME! I WANT IT!” Sue screamed at the top of her lungs. “FUCK YOUR BABY INTO MEEEEEEEEEE!”

Her screams and moans must had been audible enough to be recognized in the whole dungeon of caves and subterranean tunnels. They rose to ear piercing shrieks of ecstasy and pure bliss.

Then out of sudden they stopped and all you could hear was a soft and **** whispered: “Why?”

And suddenly… again

“OH GOD! FUCK ME! I WANT IT! FUCK YOUR BABY INTO MEEEEEEEEEE!” her screams of unleashed ecstasy cut into the very soul of everyone who had been watching.

This was pure, this was real, this was a woman screaming at the top of her lungs out of pure fucking lust. Everyone recognized it and by now, this was for sure, had hundred thousands of men sprayed their load on her. On her. Medusa. Famous vigilante, superheroine and queen of the Inhumans.

The red haired bombshell sat in the little vcr room of the Shield University she had been tutoring several times a month on a charity base.

Lessons were over by now and under normal circumstances she had been on her way back home hours ago. They would be missing her for sure. A court meeting had been settled out for this evening. And no one understood her husband on such a natural base like her. But it had turned out to be unimportant at all for her as soon as she had got the little USB Stick with her name on it.

She knew it was not allowed to use an external media stick with school equipment, but the circumstances of her getting it, made it impossible for her to wait just a single moment more then necessary to figure out, what had been on it.

So she sneaked into the storage room, switched on the old PC and pushed with shaking fingers the USB into its slot.

What she saw wanted to make her laugh in the first moments of the movie. It all started like a silly fan made movie of her and her royal servant Nahrees. She could remember how she wondered at first, what kind of nerd had put so much effort in the movie. The choice of Nahrees alone told her, that he must had been really deep into the inhuman society, because for a normal producer the obvious choice of Medusa's Partner had been her sister Crystal of course.

They even managed to let her hair look alive. Medusa wasn't sure how they managed to do that, because she could not recognize any signs of CGI at all. So it must had been a wig the actress had been wearing, but how did they managed it then, to let her hair wave like that?

To Medusa who had lived with her living hair for as long as she could remember, it was even on the old PC Screen obvious that the hair does not moved on its own “will”. It looked more… artificial … like something **** it to move on like it did… but how? She could not see any sign of strings or so at all.

Then came the “Moleman” into view and Medusa gasped in shock.

Yes, the costume itself was well made, like any other uniform in the movie to be honest. As if a professional designer had made them. But nothing could have faked that face enough, to not let her recognize Nick Katzenberg in an instant especially not this silly fake nose and glasses.

Nick had classes with Medusa as his teacher for about month. And as hard as she tried she could never miss his stench and glares how he was ogling her butt and tits. His burbs and lew comments were disgusting on their own but could never manage to hold up to him himself. Nick was the main reason she turned to dress more conservative, while heading class. She had always been confident and proud of her body, even used her sexuality to distract a foe now and then.

Feminism was important and necessary, but if you fought versus a fucking mountain of muscles that could not only break your spine but rip it apart, and you could manage to get the few instants you need to beat him, just by “inadvertently” granting him a glimpse at your well trained booty, then you will drove the feminism right up into its own ass.

But Nick always made her feel like she was whoring herself out in front of him and it made her sick to her stomach.

But there he was. In a movie with “her” and what kind of movie it was, turned out just a few seconds after he got his “great debut”.

Medusa was not silly. She knew men and their desires. She knew about the hundreds and thousands of fake pictures of her and other superheroines. Of the stories or so called cum tributes. She knew that the internet was so overloaded with them, that not even an AI like Ultron or so would be able to wipe them off once and for all.

So she made her deal with it. Let them dream or wank or whatever. As long as you do not make it a part of your life, it is not. So she did her best to ignore them and gave her best to give them no more material to feed on then absolutely necessary.

But here she was. Looking in secret a porn flick of herself, at a “hijacked” PC, with fucking Nick Katzenberg as “her” partner.

She was furious, even if it was ridiculous stupid acting, especially from Nick. Even as this bitch of an actress who played her fished out the monster of a cock beneath Nicks overly large belly.

How could he dare!? How old was this movie? How often had he lured at her, while remembering this scenes?

And then the fucking started in earnest. The luscious redhead could not believe what her own senses tried to show her.

He was riding her like a bronco and this whore was loving every single stroke. Even the other four actors were losing themselves into their own acting with every passing minute.

That developed more and more from a porn to a real fucking orgy and the screams and moans echoed in her head like in a giant empty cave that was slowly realising with what it has to be filled years ago.

It did not matter at all, that she knew that Nick called the whore Medusa on and on on purpose, like if he was talled to do so or he wanted to mock her with it every single time.

She loved her husband and had always been satisfied after they had lay down together. Blackbolt was well endowed, not like this monster Nick, but she had no reason to complain.

“OH GOD! HE IS BREEDING ME!” Shouted “Medusa”. “I cannot stop him...not even with my powers!”

But this! This was… not from this earth. It was unleashed lust. Her sexlife with her husband had always been so focused, so controlled, for obvious reasons. A single moan of lust from him, would have scattered her all over their bedroom. So their sex was quiet, intense, but focused. Or so she thought. If THIS was, how normal people had sex, then her own was nothing more than a thin shaded copy of it.

So she watched it. Again and again and again. She told herself, that she did it, to find out how Nick had managed to make such a movie. To find any clue how he managed to do that. To recognize the whore who played her, to get her bloody **** on them for having the insolence to shame her and her family in such a lewd way. To being so bold to manage it somehow to get this movie into her hands!

“OH FUCK!” Crystal shouted. “OH GOD! I CANNOT STOP THIS! EVEN IF I WANTED TO!”

The second time, she watched the movie, Medusa shifted in unease in her chair.

“They are going to do it J...Crystal....these assholes are going to breed us!”

The third time, she failed to recognize how her mane brushed sensually along her most sensitive parts.

“I don't care....let them....BREED ME YOU STUD!”

The fourth time the redhead whimpered in unwanted pressure.

“I want it....I want it so bad....DO IT VERMIN!”

By the fifth time Medusa began to lay hand on herself. Years of sexual frustration began to rise inside of the young heroine, without caring a bit about her hesitation and morales

“OH GOD! FUCK ME! I WANT IT! FUCK YOUR BABY INTO MEEEEEEEEEE!”

By the sixth time, the queen of the inhumans was a mess of whirling hair and fucking fingers. She positioned in and out of her wet smacking cunny, while her hair had ripped apart her blouse and strangled along her heavy cleavage. Moaning out her frustration and need for release while three of her fingers were buried to the hilt in her narrow cunt.

“FUCK ME BABY! FUCK ME NICKY! FUCK YOUR MONSTER INTO MY SNAAAAAAATCH…” she screamed at the top of her lungs and it felt like it was the first time in her life. So shameless. So liberating.

So squalid.