StrongGal 2 (Broken body)

Kelvo uses StrongGal as a training dummy for his villain team. They beat the shit out of her and then **** whats left.

StrongGal’s demonstration taught Kelvo two things. One, that this was a worthwhile endeavor. These supers could be defeated through wits and the means he had access to. Two, that StrongGal was not a worthy adversary to him. Her physical strength was her greatest tool and it was bested in his first attempt. Now that they had a blood sample she wasn’t worth as much. Her durability and disposition did pose a certain advantage.

“Leadley.”

“Sir.” Kelvo’s lead at the base replied over his comm.

“Get the capture team ready, the super ones.”

“Are we after another one sir?”

“No, but our prisoner is a perfect opportunity to get some training in.”

StrongGal struggled to her feet in her steel cell. Every inch of her body ached and every breath pushed on her cracked ribs. Her head swam as she attempted to stand upright. She felt weak in a way she never had. This bastard had done a lot of damage, she needed to recover. The rips in her suit had worsened as her muscular frame was mashed into the ground. Her porcelain thigh poked out from beneath the red spandex that had covered it, the muscles rippled in her leg but every time they moved it was agonizing. She rolled her eyes as she realized her undershirt was peaking out of a hole that went from her top ribs to her shoulder. She’d seen drawings like these of herself before. She clenched her fist and tried to focus.

They were on her in every direction. Every time she attempted to move to get some distance a blow would hit her from another enemy standing behind her. She lunged forward with as heavy a punch as she could muster, only to receive a harsh blow to the stomach, her cracked ribs giving her a round of applause for the effort. She slumped only for an uppercut to catch the side of her face, she reeled backwards into a club striking her behind the knee. She dropped to her knees only to be met with another blow to the head. No one punch was much to worry about but the constant rain of punches and kicks and weapons were overwhelming. She could feel her head throbbing, likely a concussion. Her ribs made every breath an agony and every muscle was already on fire, likely thanks to being mashed like a pancake the day before. She caught one of the goons with a right hook and he dropped like a rock. A shock ran through her ass as a taser sent as many volts of electricity into her as wiring would allow. She kicked backwards and caught his arm, breaking it with a loud snap. He screamed as a bat struck her in the head. She swung wildly and another blow to her skull followed. She whirled around to grab the man with the weapon and she was trucked by a huge guy throwing his shoulder into her at full speed. She left her feet for a moment and landed on her ribs. She cried out in pain as a boot landed on her chest. The men began kicking and stomping on any part of her they could reach and StrongGal’s body was failing her. There was too much pain and too much damage to keep going. She’d only managed to bring a few goons down in her muddled state and those felt like hopeless victories.

StrongGal flailed her limbs, sweeping more than one goon off of their feet but there were plenty left standing. She fought her way to one knee, blows raining down on her from every angle. She threw all of her strength into an uppercut which caught one of the men in the stomach. He left his feet and landed in a heap. The others backed off, waiting to see what the titan would do next. StrongGal struggled to her feet, he knees felt weak and her head felt light. She knew this was a losing battle. Even if she could defeat them all there was no victory at the end. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, every movement an agonizing coordination of fractured bone and strained muscles. The goons began to close the circle on her, eyeing her exposed flesh like meat for a feast to come. StrongGal mustered what strength she had left and leapt at the closest man. Even in her weakened state he was no match. His body sailed through the air. Before her victim could even settle they were on her. A heavy strike to her back caused her head to jerk backwards only to fall forward as a bat struck across her exposed belly. Someone grabbed her by the hair and another delivered a kick to her kneecap. Her leg buckled as another man dove in and wrapped his hands around her throat. As she attempted to push him off another blow from the bat landed across her spine. Her throat was too strong for him to crush but she could feel him squeezing her windpipe. She coughed and swung at his ribs, a satisfying crack and groan urged her deliver another. One of the men grabbed her legs from behind and yanked them backwards. Her fall brought the strangler down with her but he retained his grip. Her body arched away from the ground as she attempted to get her feet under her again. Simultaneously two goons kicked at her ribs. She felt the weakened bones crack as they delivered the blows. Her vision began to cloud as she fought with the meaty hands **** the life from her lungs. The mans face was twisted in a determined grimace as his fingers gouged into her resilient flesh. As the remaining men stomped on the suffocating heroine her strength finally began to fade. Her body was useless and all she could do was groan and grimace as her assailants took pleasure in stomping her out.

The beating continued for awhile. Fueled by duty and then **** for fallen comrades, it soon devolved into something darker. A need to dominate and destroy something that once they saw as initimidating. StrongGal was no match from the beginning, her body crushed by a steel press she was barely able to stand when they all walked into the room. After all of this she wasn’t much worse for wear but it was obvious she couldn’t keep up with them and the drive to keep fighting had left her body. Her muscular frame shook and spasmed as the men threw everhthing they had at her, they dragged her up against a wall and used her like a punching bag. Most of their blows barely registered against her enhanced build, but in cumulation they were tearing her apart. As the group tired and their hands and feet hurt from punching the hard mass that was StrongGals body, they decided that attacking her body wasn’t enough. Their victory would be in defeating her spirit. They stripped her down, tearing what was left of her uniform apart, revealing the muscular flesh beneath. It didn’t take long before they had her on her knees, two men held an arm each, pulling them straight backwards and shoving their boots into her shoulder blades. Another man stood in front of her and delivered a hard punch to her jaw. He brought his hand back in pain but she felt it too. Another man took his place and line up a kick. He delivered his steel toed boot directly to her groin, mashing the sensitive lips beneath the thin fabric. StrongGal let out a whimper as the bundle of nerves shocked her brain with the pain.

“That finally did something.” The man said before delivering another kick. StrongGal bent forward, pulling the two goons behind her off balance. She reared back to throw them off but was caught with a heavy blow to the stomach. She coughed and spit onto the ground.

StrongGal felt something cold press against the barely covered lips of her pussy.

“Do anything unsavory and I’ll fry your clit.” The man in front of StrongGal unzipped his pants and his cock flopped out in front of her.

“You can’t be serious?” StrongGal said with a hint of fear in her voice.

“Find out.” The man with the taser said, shoving the prongs uncomfortably against her tender flesh. “Now show us what that super throat can do.” Before she could say anything she tasted the salty rod slide across her tongue towards the back of her throat. She coughed as he began to prod her tongue.

“Let me feel those lips now.” StrongGal considered biting down but thought better of it. She closed her eyes and allowed him to begin thrusting into the back of her throat. She coughed and gagged as he groaned in pleasure. “Not so fucking super now are you? Just another whore.” He pressed deep into her throat, her nose buried in his pubic hair and then to her horror she felt his cock pulse against her tongue. Hot sticky liquid spurted into her mouth as he finished down her gullet.

“Who’s next?” He said, slapping his cock against the imprisoned superheroine’s face.

It didn’t take long for the men to grow bored of waiting in line to throat fuck their nemesis.

“Get down here slut.” They grabbed her by the hair and dragged her down, releasing her arms and forcing her into a familiar position. “Arch your back, take it like you want it.” One of the men swung a baton striking her lower back. She gasped and arched her back away from the pain. Her broad shoulders stretched what was left of her costume tight across her body. One of the men tore a hole in her spandex and pushed it aside to reveal her muscular ass. He kneaded it in his hand and she groaned, still tender from the crushing press the day before.

“Ready to be our little super slut?” Strong Gal charged at him, her body screaming in pain as she tackled him to the ground. She drove her fists into his face like piledrivers before she felt the burning electricity singe her protruding pussy. She screamed in agony as the pain didn’t cease. Her muscles contracted and her brain went blank. A hard baton strike to the head sent her toppling to the ground in a heap.

“I dont think I’ve ever had cooked pussy before.” One of the men joked as the **** her back into position. “God she’s heavy.”

The men spent the next hour defiling the beaten body of StrongGal. They took her two at a time, forcing her to swallow load after load of their vile cum, pumping her torched pussy one after the other. She struggled a little bit but was too battered and broken to put up any meaningful resistance. The constant rutting was the first she’d had in months and her dazed brain couldn’t help but enjoy some small part of it.

“I’m gunna have an all star for a kid.” One of the men joked as he flooded her womb with his seed.

“We’ll see, i have pretty strong swimmers.” The next said as he took his place, plowing past her burned lips and into her sensitive hole. As more of them finished they started to get bored again. They resumed the beating, battering her face and back as their comrades took her with **** from behind. Their blows were still weak compared to her, but that made her an excellent punching bag. The last man groaned as he finished and they finally released her. She collapsed into a puddle of their defilement, cum oozing from her distended hole and dribbling over her lips. They left her to soak.

Kelvo watched it all happen. He had considered stopping them but figured this would improve morale. There would be plenty of other supers to share her fate if his plans came to fruition