The Chase

[Wolverina]

Exactly one week removed from the savage attacks on Wonder Woman and Captain America (Wolverina and Bryan Hawk), it is Haven that appears on camera first. She walks with a purpose through the corridors backstage and yet again has her incredibly sexy Wonder Woman outfit on. The gorgeous, vibrant blue eyes are focused like never before as she removes her cell phone from her Super Hero power belt, flipping it open she hits speed dial.

"Captain America, it's Wonder Woman. Meet me at the command post in five minutes, we really need to plan good to prevent future mishaps like last week. 10-4 over and out."

Haven puts it back into her belt and confidently keeps her strides long and spirited, until a feeling hits her. The People's Princess stops dead in her tracks midway down the dark corridor, a shiver of cold running up her spine. Her hairs begin to stand on end as the feeling gets stronger, causing her to take up a guarded stance.

"I know you're there. I can sense you... that evil.... worst of the evil. Show yourself coward!"

She fiddles with her golden lasso to prepare for a war with the very epitome of all that is dark and evil.

TBCB They Know Who

[Vladimir Strife]

"Oh, Wolfie... you flatterer."

A silhouette emerges from the blackened turn that lie ahead of the Wonder Woman. The familiar form rustling in the shadows stops just shy of the light, two black flaps of denim from the bottom of it's coat swaying in and out of visibility as she cautiously eyes the figure for any signs of hostility. A click echoes through the hallway as a small flame casts it's glow upon the features of the famed GodKing and the cigarette hanging from his lips. The scar etched into the left side of his face appears black still as if the light did not dare shine upon it. When the tip of the cancer stick turns bright, the fire disappears as abruptly as it had come. A deep breath precedes the flow of grayish smoke that hangs like fog between the stars and captures the luminosity of the discount bulbs above.

"Cut the shit, Vlad. I thought we settled this months ago... Why did you sic your little minions on me?"

The ember glows brighter for a moment, revealing a faint orange expression of amusement. As the haze thickens, the Barbarian Lord interjects a thought of his own.

"I sensed you too, Haven.. I could feel your presence getting nearer and nearer. I'm not so foolish as to chalk our meeting up to happenstance though. No, this was an act of nature.. Not a chance encounter, but rather... a moth drawn to the flame."

The pair relent their breath, he in a gentle gust of smoke and she in a fit of frustration, the wind from her flared nostrils cutting the lingering cloud in twin beams. She reiterates her curiosity, firmer this time as her tone changes.

"Why did you send them after me, Vladimir?"

Stepping out of the shadows, the Romanian discards the remainder of his nasty habit, tossing it against the wall haphazardly and showering the floor below it with bright pumpkin dots. Haven reasserts her guard, raising her clenched fist defiantly and stomping a foot forward to imply that she's not afraid to take a more physical approach to her concern. The relaxed Titan pays no heed to the warning, crossing past her with no regards for her readiness to turn violent.

"You left me no choice, my dear. I had to do it. I've made it my mission, since shown the errors of my belief that I was perfect, to squash any signs or symbols of the very concept of perfection. Yet, week after week, I find myself more consumed with you and I'm ever so vexed trying to locate flaw within you. There was no option left but to create it. What is a painting without the coarse wells of bristles or prose without breaks to punctuate it's flow?"

An uneasy feeling settles over the People's Princess, her stomach churning from the fading wafts of tobacco and the perplexing philosophy of the Czar of Scars.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Making his way back into her view, Strife's lips are stretched into a mild smile of contentment as though he'd found inner peace during his brief tenor from her gaze.

"Forgive me, I'm afraid I over-complicate what I'm saying sometimes. What I mean to say is that you are too perfect, Wolverina. From your determined and lively personality to your silky soft lips to your piercing and entrancing eyes... you haunt my mind long after you're gone. Such grace, such beauty, such innocence.. How could I betray my desire to corrupt it?"

Wolverina's guard begins to slip, lost in thought and surprise by the King's sentiments. The very notion that he held feelings of any societal or human normalcy, let lone of infatuation for her in spite of their prior feuding, was beyond logical comprehension and had essentially short-circuited her mind's proceedings. As the Impaler retreated into the shade once more, her eyes darted into the vacuum of light, watching for him to return. His facial features slowly comply with the expectation, casting long shadows over where his eyes would normally be seen. The corners of his mouth begins to curl upward sinisterly and her pulse quickens, sensing once more that she shouldn't be here. She was Simba in this moment, having wandered into the Elephant bone yard, the gnarling Hyena before her deceptively smirking gleefully in unreciprocated knowledge.

His tongue slips out over the right of his lower lip, dragging across hungrily.

"Want to play The Rape Game?"

The People's Princess shudders, her eyelids peeling back and jaw going slack. She shakes her head protestfully as her heart sinks down into her gut. A single word escapes her meekly, her typical assertiveness deflated by the inquisition.

"No.."

The Behemoth's grin expands to nearly inhuman limits, baring his eagerly clenched teeth.

"That's the spirit."

TBCB Wolverina

[Wolverina]

"Vlad..... listen to me."

Her voice came with a nervous crackle as she took a small step back, then another and another, making sure not to get too fancy with the footwork which could lead to Strife charging her. Wolverina's mind runs rampant to locate a tactful way to talk down the almighty GodKing, yet after scouring the far recesses of her gray matter she can't bring them to fruition. Suddenly her back hits the corridor wall behind her, trapping her in place, allowing the Czar of Scars to make his move before she could formulate a plan of escape. The People's Princess stiffens up, literally frozen in fear as the Bambi Killer's palms slam against the wall on either side of her head.

"Well? I'm listening."

Battling through onset of hyperventilation, the Christian Cutie turns her face away from him, which only provokes the Behemoth to embellish in her smell through a long inhale of nostril seizure proportions.

"My oh my Wolverina. Even your scent is perfection. I'm sorry, you were saying? I'm still listening. "

Forcing her eyes from shut to open, wetness formed at the ducts, her lips quivering, the Queen of Queens knows she is in the deepest peril of her vibrant young life. Wolfie silently prays to her God above, asking him not for protection but the ability to reach out to the living nightmare holding dominion over her. A moment later the fear begins to subside as the power of Christ compels her, her prayers being answered and not a moment too soon. Miss Cassady turns her head toward the Legend, her orbs now big blue pools of innocent hope, her soft yet convicted voice causing a certain harmony to over take the bizarre emotions in Strife as she speaks to him.

"I'm not perfect. I have flaws. "

"Name one."

She did not expect that.

"I uh... I..... I.. well..."

"Exactly."

Her window to win over the madman closing rapidly, the People's Princess latches onto his wrist with one hand and rubs her soft, pristine cheek along his hand, skin on skin, giving him the sliver of affection that's been long absent in his volatile life.

"Vlad I can help you. I'll go with you to the hospital. We'll get you back on the right meds. I'll pay for them out of pocket myself if I have to. You're better than this, Vladdy. I know you can hear me down in there, come on Vlad, fight this thing that's consuming you!"

Her pleas appear to work, for the GodKing's expression has turned more to the vexed side. Ecstatic over her progress, 2012's Wonder Woman continues to lay on the compassion, and lays it on thick. She moves forward, but instead of pursuing an escape she wraps her arms around the Behemoth in the biggest, warmest hug in the history of humanity, to which the Hall of Famer apparently has no answer for.

"I'm here for you! I will fight for you! I will fight WITH you! I BELIEVE in you, Vlad!!!!! Please, let me help you!"

Strife appears to weep some and embraces the hug a little bit, prompting the Queen of Huggles to try to squeeze the hate and lust right out of him. Suddenly, the Nebraskan is flung into the wall hard by her captor, who unleashes a dreadfully evil laugh as he pins her arms to the wall.

"Nah, I think I'll just... (he looks her up and down and is well pleased)... help myself. "

It was all a game. She had poured her heart out to him in genuine care, even throwing away a chance of escape to save him, and now she was right back in the thick of it, helpless, defenseless and frightened beyond any kind of comprehension. Wolverina commences to sob, small at first, then uncontrollably as Vlad's tongue races up her right cheek like a hound would its master. She even tasted perfect. The tight, immaculately toned frame of the legendary female trembles in fear as her tormentor grinds against her. Then, abruptly, Wolverina's eyes light up with joy and looks past Strife's right shoulder.

"BRYAN! HELP!"

The GodKing swiftly turns to do battle with the uninvited guest, but finds nothing. He had been duped, hood-winked, bamboozled, tricked. He may have found nothing, but Haven's foot found his groin, sending him into a doubled over groaning fit. The Queen of Extreme wisely takes off running like a bat out of hell, screaming "HELP!" like bloody murder all the way. She rounds the nearest corner, leaving Vlad far in her wake, but her sense of security is quickly shattered by the mighty hand of Demon, which darts out from the murky shadows and grabs her at the throat. He keeps her there, laughing and mocking her as she fights for breath, until Strife rounds the corner a short time later.

"Let her go, Demon. This is a two player game., and right now you're making me look like a cheater."

Demon chuckles a little and lets her go, then walks away to carry out plans against Wolfie's co-hort Captain America Bryan Hawk. Instead of giving chase, the Czar of Scars motions for Haven to run.

"FUCK... I love this game! Oh and you are definitely going to get penalized for that illegal shot. Cheater, cheater, Strifle Tower eater."

Vlad grabs at his junk and makes a suggestive thrust at her, which is more than enough to make the Queen set off on another maddening run, complete with screams like that from a horror movie. Another corridor is reached by the People's Princess, this one more dark and ominous than the previous. Undeterred, Haven slows down and begins to feel the walls for doors, until finally finding one near the end. She opens up the door to the room and slips in, crying her eyes out but also holding her mouth and nose so as to not give any audible clues to her location. On the other end of the spectrum, Vlad has just begun his journey down the blackened hallway, and pulls out his lighter. Feeling witty at the moment, he spins the wheel of the fire device, causing a flame to pop up and provide a small source of light. And in doing so, he smirks and can not help but mock Haven's religion by singing a age old Christian song.

"This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine... let it shine... let it shine... let it shine. "

He continues to wave the lighter around, using it to finally locate the lone door at the end.

"Come on, Wolvie, sing it with me."

the clearly deranged man comes to a dramatic stop right at the door and smiles a truly Devilish smile as he reaches for the door handle and twists it.

TBCB Vlad.
OOC: Vlad, check your PMs on here in EVPW.

[Vladimir Strife]

As Vladimir takes hold of he doorknob, he gently twists it, extending it to the piercing squeak of budget-conscious hinges, peering through the gap at an unoccupied oak bench and a row of lockers. Without warning, another force comes to work upon the door, it violently slamming shut under the weight of the People's Princess. Taking a step back, the Romanian proves his mettle to be not so easily undermined, pulling his knee up until it nearly touches his chest. He presses forward with it, mightily stomping against the door with such power that it is flung open. Wolverina finds herself thrown to the freezing concrete and begins to crawl away as her pursuer clears the doorway, his form silhouetted by the lack of light. His outstretched arm soon finds the cure to this, showering the room with light from the fluorescent bulbs above them. As he shuts the door back behind him, he shakes his head at the crushed drywall behind the inner knob. Unbeknownst to him, however, Haven was rising back to her feet. She had been forced down this road once before at the hands of Jaggeroth and she had no intent to play the victim again.

The first step forward catches the Behemoth's attention, but there was nothing should could do but follow her plan of attack. The Wonder Woman rushes towards him, stopping just shy enough to allot the room she needed. She swings her stiff right leg up, the tip of her ruby red boot aimed for his temple with a move made popular by the last woman Strife had forced into such a predicament. The King's wit is in top condition, however, and he shoots his forearm into her path, clenching his fist and tightening the muscles in an Superhero-esque block. The curve of her foot slaps against his ulna and is stopped dead in it's tracks, suppressing the attempt near effortlessly. A responding boot catches Wolfie across the ankle of her support, sweeping it from under her and seeing her collapse to the floor once again. Towering over her, the Czar of Scars posits an inquisition.

"Why do you fight me?"

The question catches the Cornhusker off guard and she pulls herself over to the wall, leaning back against it, the two seeming to take a break from the physicality.

"Isn't it obvious? I don't want this, Vlad... I understand if you like me, but this isn't the way to show it.."

She gazes off to the side, unable to look the GodKing in the eyes as she informs him of this, mostly from fear of his reaction. Under different circumstances, she might perhaps feel bad for what she perceives as breaking his heart.

"Haven... I don't want this either.."

Fighting back a sobbing sensation, the Christian Cutie continues to avert her sight.

"...Then why are you doing this?"

Strife ponders the question. Thoughts race through the helpless lass's brain faster than she can home in on them as she waits, partly expecting something along the lines of it being 'for the lulz'. Her heart clung to the unlikely hope that the Titan would find no satisfactory answer and relent his heinous quest.

"You are a woman of faith, yes?"

The sentence was a bit choppy, an uncommon grammatical error from the mind of a man whose thoughts operated upon the Romanian language he'd first learned. The costumed Cutie shyly answers him, almost as if embarrassed or anxious of the response.

"...Yeah."

The former Imperial Champion produces the pack of Winston's nearly always present within his pocket. He removes one from the pack and brings it to his mouth before lighting it, bringing some small sense of relief to his victim as it represented to her, at the least, a stay of execution. He inhales deeply, smoke pouring from his mouth with every word as he goes forth.

"So, then, you honestly believe in your heart in an all-knowing, all-powerful, loving God? A literal being who is omniscient, omnipotent, benevolent and invoked upon the world the words of the Holy Bible?"

Haven raises her head up and finally sets her eyes upon the European. Despite her fears, she held great pride in her religious affiliation and had no qualms about showing it.

"Yes, I do."

With another hazy exhalation, Strife drops the cigarette before pressing down upon it with the ball of his foot, twisting it to exterminate the embers.

"That is why I am doing this.."

Wolfie's fear is lost in the moment, consumed by rage and hatred. She clamors back to a vertical stance, fists clenched tightly.

"You're going to rape me because I'm a Christian!? That's your fucking reason?! You truly are the worst of the evil! One thing that my God has taught me though is that evil can ALWAYS and will ALWAYS be vanquished! You picked the wrong fucking victim this time, Vlad!"

Unseen to the nearly undefeated man, Haven had actually spent the brunt of their little interview slowly retrieving the stungun from her back pocket that she'd begun to carry after the incident with Jaggeroth all those years ago. Leaving the end of it just over the lip of her pocket as she arose, she's able to quickly grab it as she sprints towards the Impaler, her thumb pressing against a button on the side that sends a blue volt between the metal posts pointed towards him. The loud crackle of electricity fills the room as she darts it for the jugular.

Vladimir leans to the right, raising his hand of the same side and expertly slapping her forearmed one aside. With that out of the way, he twists his palm as he drives it forward, the edge of it hitting her across the windpipe. Wolverina drops to her knees, the weapon escaping her grasp as she clutches at her throat and begins to cough and gasp vehemently. A mighty stomp crashes down in front of her, reducing the piece to a pile of shattered plastic, wires, a battery and a pair of nodules. Raising the leg back up to unveil his work, he makes certain to direct his patella to the lightweight's chin, wasting little energy of his own in toppling her.

"Poor, poor Haven. You mistake me. I can not be said to be the 'worst of the evil', for I am not evil at all. Perhaps in another time, yes. I am not doing this out of malice, however. I seek not to simply take from you in the interest of myself, but to bestow upon you knowledge. Not to destroy, but to teach."

She twists herself over onto her hands and knees, crawling to the empty bench before turning to rest against it. Panting heavily, she brushes her hair out of her face and wipes spittle from her chin.

"Teach me what? That you're stronger? I already knew that. That you're a bastard? I already knew that too."

"Neither. Do you believe that your God favors you? Does He love you?"

The Wonder Woman pulls herself up and goes on the offense once more, swinging a wild haymaker at the Behemoth's cheek. He is at the top of his game, however, and easily avoids the strike, reaching over to grasp her wrist as his harmlessly passes by. He swiftly lashes out in retaliation, punting the Cornhusker in the gut before pulling her back by the wrist and guiding her back to the bench.

"What in the hell are you trying to do? You're going to keep trying to fight me? I'm Vladimir fucking Strife. I eat champions for breakfast. I've beaten nearly everyone who has stepped into the ring that is worth mentioning. Now... I asked you a question.."

Breathing heavily, she confesses what he already believed.

"Yes... My God is a loving God and he does love me."

"Does he possess the power to stop me? Is he able to protect you from me?"

A moment of unresponsiveness warrants a quick palm across her cheek, which swells rosily. The Legend bellows out demonically.

"IS HE!?"

Tears begin to roll down her face once more, the only thought in her mind a childlike idea that she slips in behind her answer.

"Yes. Vlad, I don't want to play this game anymore... I just want to go home.. Please... can I just go home?"

Strife looks away from her, undeterred in his objective by her dry and cracking utterance.

"I don't know, Haven. If there is a God such as the one you believe in... then I should think that you can. If he is real and he loves you and his power is greater than my own.. then I do not see how I could stop you from leaving. If God is all powerful and it be his will that I not carry out what I intend, then who, verily, can protest? If his might and will exceed my own, then he will control the outcome regardless of my decision."

With that, he steps aside and holds his hand out toward the exit, motioning for her to test his theory. She carefully and sluggishly stands before moving in the direction of the door, skeptical of his generosity to say the least. To her surprise, the Barbarian Lord makes no attempt to stop her and she soon finds herself before the entryway. Wrapping her fingers about the knob, she expects a cheap shot that does not come.

Wolverina opens the door, still suspect of the Romanian's relent. As it creaks open, she bares witness to the 312 lb Monster of the Abyss posted just outside of the room. Her head drops down and her grip slips from the handle, her portal to freedom closing once more as her chest begins to heave. Sobs quickly build into full blown crying, the People's Princess wailing until it becomes hard for her to breathe.

"You may think that I'm a monster, Ms. Cassady, but I'm not. I've lamented this moment ever since my genius asserted it's necessity. I'd much prefer dinner, a movie, perhaps a bit of wine.. to this. Much like a parent that scolds their child, I understand and accept the sacrifice that I must make in order to correct your errors."

She makes her way over to the bench and sits down, weeping into her opened hands.

"Now, now, there's no need for that. Try not to think of it as rape, but more or less as an experiment. We are of differing mindsets and this will assist us in rectifying that matter. Here's how I see it.. If you are right, then God is omnipotent, omniscient, and loving. If God is omniscient, he should be well aware of my intent. If he is omnipotent, then he should possess the ability to stop me. If he is loving, then he should possess the desire to stop me. Therefore, if you're correct, then God will stop me."

"HOWEVER... if he doesn't stop me, then this means that he lacks either the awareness, power or desire to do so. Or, of course, some combination of them. I find it most likely though that it's just some shitty little fairy tale they told you as a child to keep you in line."

Taking some exception to the remark, Wolverina steps up and throws yet another ball of knuckles in Vladimir's direction. He swats it aside once more before thrusting his palms into her chest, pushing her back and causing her to tumble over the long seat behind her.

"Once again: GodKing, greatest wrestler of all times, unstoppable force, yada yada yada. Is any of this ringing a bell?"

As she rustles about, the GodQueen finally takes hold of the wooden sitting platform and pulls herself up to her knees.

"Good girl. Now, this one is clearly out of your hands, so let's leave it up to God. God, do you want me to fuck her?"

A deep, bellowing voice rings out from behind the exit.

"YES!"

Demon's quip earns a chuckle from the Bambi Killer momentarily before he returns to his experiment.

"Now, I'm not all too familiar with this whole religious thing, so correct me if I'm wrong, but you're supposed to pray for his intervention, right?"

Sheepishly, she mutters "...Yeah."

"Then pray. Don't just ramble through it like you would on a Sunday morning either. Really pray to him with all of your heart and soul. Pray to your God to protect you from 'the worst of the evil'. Pray that he possess the strength to still my power."

The Christian Cutie heeds his words, clasping her hands before her and lowering her skull in humility. There is a certain strength to her voice as she recites the words she'd been taught so very long ago. If there existed any entity which could finally still the tides of war that raged within the Behemoth's black heart, she knew it to be her Savior, the God of righteousness and love.

"Our father, which art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name;"

In the background of her own speech, the Nebraskan can detect the sound of a jingling belt buckle as it is removed and discarded. The ruffling of a shirt crumpling against the ground soon follows.

"Thy kingdom come; thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven."

Two heavy thumps now; one for each boot that the Mad Monarch had sported.

"Give us this our daily bread."

The buzz of a zipper nearly shakes her concentration, but she shakes her head and persists.

"And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us."

Another sound of clothing falling into a pile sends a lump into her throat.

"And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

She'd never meant those words so whole heartedly in her entire life. As she finishes, silence takes over, the room so void of noise that she is able to hear her own breathing. She remains in position, waiting for something... anything to reach her ears. It seems like an eternity and the lack of sound piques her curiosity, causing her to slowly open her eyes.

The King's wardrobe lay scattered around the lockerroom from his classic raven blue shirt to his maroon boxers spotted with tiny white hearts. The Titan himself, however, is absent. It's as if God himself has banished the rival away. Wolverina sighs in relief, still trembling as she tries to relax.

~End of Thread~

[Vladimir Strife]

~Just Fucking With You~

As a set of fingers slips through Wolverina's hair and clamps down tightly, her eyelids peel back widely in shock. The Barbarian Lord had stood behind her patiently, waiting for just the right time to strike with the most effect. Having just seconds ago believed that her savior had come through for her, the Cornhusker is left speechless at the realization. The revelation is so hard to process that she fails to respond as her thighs are pressed up against the side of the bench and her tender bottom hiked up before the man she feared.

"It's been a while since I've read that wretched book of yours... but I seem to vaguely recall something to the effect that if a man rapes a woman and she does not scream, she is guilty as well and shall also be put to death. So just in case your big daddy in the sky didn't save you because he's enjoying the show too much, go on and scream for him. Give him a good show, sweetie."

As her star-spangled bottoms are yanked down just above her knees, Haven, whether by command or instinct, begins to scream at the top of her lungs, hot tears outlined by her eyeliner streaming down the length of her face.

((Fair warning: Things get graphic from here. If you are not interested or would be offended by what will logically follow, this is the point to abandon ship.))

Strife's icy digits probe at her labia, the silky soft lips exasperating his raging lust. She rocks forward away from it, but a tug on her scalp reigns her back into place and holds her there. The Titan, well-versed in the ways of deviancy, expertly opens the folds with his pointer and ring fingers, slipping his middle finger between and navigating it to her clitoris, lightly tickling it. Wonder Woman resists, but it only serves to increase the pressure on her follicles. The fingerpad's brushing soon works it's wonders, pleasure swelling within her loins as she hushes her yells to fights the urge to vocalize it. Despite her protest, each flick begins to garner more and more moisture, lubricating the promised land that was soon to be trespassed upon. The GodQueen closes her eyes shut tightly, biting down on her lip to distract herself from the small waves of ecstasy. She is soon dripping, the fluids beginning to coat that hand of her violator. He whips his hand away and it soon comes down across her posterior, the European Psycho watching it's tight muscles bounce from the impact, eyeing the motion keenly as the large cursive 'J' upon it shimmies.

As he spreads her open again, it is something quite larger that inspects the split as he forces himself into her, burying himself as deeply as he can until her rear rests in his lap. The thick tip atop the shaft pounds against Wolverina's cervix, causing her to come to life in bewilderment, clawing at the concrete floor in front of her and trying to drag herself away from it.

"STOP! STOP, STOP, STOP!! IT HURTS! YOU'RE GOING TO RIP ME!!"

The statement brings a smirk of egotism to the Titan's face, but does nothing to persuade him from his goal. An idea strikes him, however, causing him to stall for the time being.

"Let's work out a deal here.. What do you say?"

She wastes no time in answering, eagerly accepting.

"YES! Anything you want! Just name it!"

Strife grins even more deviously.

"Call me God."

"What?"

Vlad pulls her back against him once more, slamming himself against the sensitive wall and causing her to yelp.

"Look, your God has obviously failed you. If he held the omniscience, omnipotence and love for you that you said he did, you wouldn't be in this spot. If Genie wasn't a joke, then Aladdin wouldn't be exploring the Cave of Wonders. Capiche? Soooo... renounce the God above you and accept the one behind you and I'll stop. Simple enough?"

The People's Princess nods in acceptance before swallowing her pride and complying with the terms of his offer.

"You're my God, Vladimir. You are a mighty and powerful god, one which is surpassed by none other. My body is at your whim and I am a helpless commoner below you."

"Quite literally, might I add?"

The Romanian withdraws slowly, bringing the broad end of his bell-end to the light before suddenly plunging forward once more. He relents her hair and takes her by the hips, ravaging her most precious canal time and time again as she cries out.

"YOU'RE MY GOD! YOU'RE MY GOD! YOU'RE MY GOD!!!"

Strife persists, despite her repeated completion of the terms he'd set.

"You said you would stop!!"

The GodKing pauses a moment, taking a finger up the underside of his cock until he once more finds the 'little man in the boat'.

"Yes, I did, and I fully intend to stop... once I'm finished."

As he wiggles his finger once more against the Cornhusker's clitoris, he returns to the seemingly perpetual penetrating and pounding. A few moments of the combination and Wolfie returns to the only safe words she knows as euphoria begins to take hold of her body.

"You're my god, you're my god... ooohhhh fuck me, you're my god!!"

The phrase escalates the Atheist's ambitions and he begins to plow harder, the rhythmic slaps of flesh between them echoing throughout the lockerroom.

"GAW-AW-AW-AW-AWD!! YES! YES! YES!! FUCK ME, MY GOD!! GOD DAMN IIIIIT!"

Haven's jaw goes slack, mouth hung wide open as her eyes begin to roll up in pleasure. As the back of her top is unzipped and falls to the bench below her, he freed bosoms bounce with every heft of the Romanian Scourge, perky mocha nipples swinging with the motion. She begins to convulse, a powerful shudder running through her body as her muscles contract in unison. The Nebraskan clings to the flat wooden seat for support, a high note swelling in the throat as she is brought involuntarily to climax. As it passes, she falls limp against it, panting and sweating in exhaustion.

When the Czar of Scars removes himself and flips her over onto her back, she is brought face to face with his nude form at last, the reminder of what has just taken place leaving her cold and disgusted with herself. Thick hair and scars riddled his torso and the perspiration across his brow exclaimed that it had been just as much of a workout for he as it was for her. She did not dare look any lower, choosing to not have any visual memory of the member that had so malicious mauled her mange.

As he rounds the end of the bench, she starts to sit up, another grasp of her hair stopping her as she tries. The Bambi Killer pulls her back down, his engorged member floating just over her nose as she comes back to rest.

"I didn't say I was finished.."

"Wait a minute!"

She proclaimed or, rather, attempted to. What came out instead was an unintelligible sound as he darted himself down her gullet at the first opening.

"WHARRGARBL!"

His girth stretching her esophagus, Ms. Cassady quickly forms a plan of attack. She clamps down, digging her teeth into the tender flesh of the member. It had become much to hard to so much as draw blood, however, begetting a moan on the GodKing's behalf.

"Oh, Haven, you naughty little girl... However did you know? I love it rough!"

Far from the reaction she'd expected, the Christian Cutie is left stunned, her jaw releasing it's force as the rock hard erection begins to pound at her throat. Strife grabs onto her supple breasts for both pleasure and propping as he rams himself down her mouth, saliva slipping out along the shaft and drawing down towards her hairline.

"Aw, don't get shy on me now: put those pearly whites back to use!"

There was no use in resisting. Vladimir had already taken all he had wanted and she had nothing left to preserve or to fight for. She brings her teeth to rest against the shaft as it runs along he edge of them over and over.

"Harder!"

She pushes down a little harder, not nearly cutting it for the Behemoth.

"I SAID HARDER, DAMMIT!"

His palm crashes down across her cheek, rocking her cranium in anger. Rage reenters her system and the People's Princess gives him all that she's got, chomping down upon the member as she hopes to remove it from his possession. It only thrill the Impaler, who leans forward, reaching his arm across her body and grabbing her by the cunt. He slides two fingers into her, curling them up and jostling her G-spot, driving her wild with ecstasy as he rubs it vigorously.

"GOD, YES!"

The Titan forces himself in one last time, his testicles coming to sit upon her nose as he deposits a thick and hot load into her esophagus. She screams out into his cock, trembling as she coats his fingers in a frothy, creamy concoction.

When the Hall of Famer withdraws himself, Wolfie quickly scrambles away from him, hanging her head as she gags and coughs before suddenly vomiting, emptying his semen and the contents of her stomach onto the ground before her.

Finished with his deed, Strife wipes himself off with her top before beginning to gather his own clothing.

"Lucky girl, you.. Fucked by 2 gods in the same day."

He emits a chuckle and begins to dress, the sounds of his victim hurling once more not phasing him in the slightest.

~Actual End Of Thread~

[Jaggeroth/Jerry/Grimey]

*munches on popcorn while wearing a monocle.*

Good game, Chap.