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Mortal Kombat: A Forgotten Hero 2	By : TimedWatcher Category: +M through R > Mortal Kombat Views: 4462 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He placed the water and the bird food inside the little home, and Blueberry responded by tweeting in birdy excitement, and he hooted right back at it. He watched it pick over both, making sure he had his fill, and that's when he presented his digit, held static like its swing, and it wasn't long before it hopped on.
He sat back with the lightweight avian, letting it inch back and forth - but Sindel's words rattled around his head. This thing ultimately was trapped, wasn't it? If this bird were Kitana, of course he'd let her go.
He walked over to that cove to the outside, sighing a moment as he opened it; the sun and outside air pouring in as he tried to get it going, flouncing his finger up and down. "Fly. Fly away!" Yet the bird did nothing, continuing to perch on his hand. It even tilted his head like it were confused at his actions.
Something seemed wrong.
He really looked at the bird, and he realised why it wasn't trying to get away:
Its wings had been clipped.
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Back from another bathing session, he hunkered down, ready to place a new towel amongst his treasure trove.
The color drained from his face.
His open palm patted down the now cold and empty space that resided here, as if that would bring them back.
They were all gone...
He wanted to erupt and scream, but Sindel found him first, calling to him, but her words were vapor, and all he could focus on was the blinding hatred, as she had renewed that feeling in him.
Her fingers trailed along his chin, trying to get him to rise. "How's my trophy boy?" He waited for the right moment, and went for a bite like a yappy dog.
She reeled back. "After I so graciously gave you visitation rights, this is how you repay me?" Her hair wrapped around his middle, bringing him up from his hands and knees, his shoulders bulging as he tried to break out of it.
"I could have you castrated. I could do it myself, in fact." She flashed her rows of daggers that could give Mileena's a run for their money. "Or I could stick you legs first into the flesh pits and pull up the rest of you later." That didn't break him. "Or maybe... I could have Kitana's head served to you on a silver platter..." Her nail pricked her lip. "Yes... YOU... will live, and SHE... will die." Her theatric display would have been laughable if he didn't already know what she was capable of.
His fighting ways stopped. "N-n-n-no ma'am, I mean, Queen Sindel, please don't hurt Kitana."
"Ma'am... I like the sound of that." Her hair slammed him down into the bed, and he wasn't sure if he had a concussion or not, his head now dizzy. He tried to turn, and when he saw her levitating above, she was like an apparition in a dream; her movements wavy. She pounced on him, her fingers jamming his gums into his teeth. "You'll address me as ma'am from now on."
"Yes... ma'am..." She then stole a kiss from him, her tongue slathering his front teeth, not allowing him to reciprocate, even if he wanted to, before finally letting go.
She threw him up on his back, folding his legs over in different directions, pointing them at 10 and 2; Sindel's disturbing yet attractive visage all encompassing, her fingers feeling him up and down like a cold breeze. Her soulless white eyes sizing up his hole. "You're not even worthy of my spit, worm." Guiding herself with her hand wrapped around it, Sindel then pressed her toadstool down with her four fingers, popping into him. She plugged him closed, her head tilting back with a look of relief, like she hadn't felt this in awhile, her throat and chin strangely vivacious for someone so old, like that of a models.
He almost grinned at the feeling of her intrusion. Did she really think this was the worst he had been through? He was pleased to find while Sindel was big, she wasn't actively carving him up from the inside like Sheeva's flesh mace had done. The icy phallus shrunk him though. Not that he minded, as removing any possible pleasure from this experience would be a good thing. He just laid there and took, as she used him. "Was this how my daughter made love to you, whelp?"
He didn't respond.
That was his first mistake.
He was flipped onto his stomach, and her thrusting became harsher, as it seemed like he was warming up her frigid cock, her passion more firey. Her face now filled with an uncaring animal ferocity, her spine arched, becoming like that of a hedgehog, her greyish white and black hair like little spiny needles, as she did everything in her power to hump him for her release, attaching to him like a backpack, her breasts pressed into his back, nipples poking.
Her clawed hands dug into his face, which at first, just seemed like she was using his head as her reins as she drove home her point into his ass, and as she derived her pleasure from him anally, her hands began to scratch inch by inch; a crimson mask pouring freshly. It didn't start out hurting at first, in fact, he seemed confused as to why he was seeing red.
Then it hit him.
Feeling like those razor claws were going to kill him, he experienced searing, nearly blinding pain, as she serrated his skin. "Agh! Agh! Hnnngh! NGH!". It caused him to do something he hadn't done in awhile:
He began to cry, the noise coming out in dry heaves
"This ass belongs to me! Understand!? Forget Kitana! It's MINE!" She spoke through her gritted teeth, after biting down in anger. The furious rutting continued, as he reached back, attempting to rid himself of her, instead, squeezing each of her heavy and bouncing cheeks, which only forced more inches of her girth deeper inside.
Her arms formed an x across his chest, as she pulled back on him, falling, never letting go for a second. "Yesssss..." She hissed out her orgasm, pumping into him fast at first, but gradually slowing. Her hardness only leaving when she wanted it outside of him, which uncorked him, and he could feel her juices start to gush forth onto the bed. Sindel slurped up some of his blood, leaving a trail like that of a vampire from her lip all the way down to her chin, before she pushed some of her leaking cum back inside him. "We'll have to do this again sometime."
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The gel Kitana once used on him seemed to have worked, his face mostly returning to normal. He sat staring at the mirror, still checking out his remaining scars, as the heavy door shifted and creaked to his right, he didn't even turn his head, expecting Sindel like usual, but the foot steps were heavier. No familiar high inch heeled clicks. More like the sound of naked feet...
"Thought you were safe from me, didn't you, human?" That booming, deep, yet feminine voice he first encountered here, from the first woman he met here - the very first woman who also raped him:
Sheeva.
He scrambled from his seat, trying to create distance from the four armed beast-girl, but there was nothing that could save him.
Other than maybe jumping out the window...
"Sindel-SINDEL!" He shouted past Sheeva.
"She was the one who rewarded me with you." Sheeva cracked her three fingered knuckles. Her tiny red gymnast spandex left little to the imagination, but he knew what she possessed between those toned legs, and he didn't want to think about it. "I've been waiting a long time for this..." Her voice lowered to an attempted sensual allure, her glowing animal eyes half-lidded, her many arms and fingers massaging those animalistic spots on her back and biceps, as she pried apart her top, letting fly her golden brown engorged tits.
"But you'd kill me if you tried, and I don't think Sindel would like that at all." He spoke with animated madman insanity, assure his logic made sense.
Instead of explaining, she finished stripping, she fingered the tucked away area, and out it emerged, her two tennis balls and all, now holding her length like a trunk. She showed off her large and long dick proudly, impressive even flaccid.
Yet it lacked that one distinct feature that nearly killed him the first time:
Spikes
Where were the spikes?
The sharp points on her cock had indeed been shaved down; the implements that had been there to punish those that would be foolish enough to come across her were long gone. It was like the gargantuan beast between her legs that had been declawed, but it still was an angry and fanged beast that could kill him if he wasn't careful. "Those maidens at the bath really do good work."
Still, that could have been a trick. What if she could retract them, then deploy them at will while she was screwing him? Not that he wanted her to screw him anyway, especially not with anything that huge.
He leaped onto his bed, faking her out one way and to another. She just held her arms out like that of a spindly spider goddess, ready to snatch him, moving as he moved. Thinking he had created an opening, he darted, only to be caught by her. Her fist delivered like cement into his stomach. He spat in the air as he raised up for just a moment, his gut held by her punch. His feet went limp, but he didn't fall; instead, strung up by Sheeva's other hands, now face to face with her. She had bones protruding from her skull in a perfectly uniform fashion and hair carefully cropped in a mohawk ponytail combo to avoid them. Her towering frame compared to his obvious, with how high he had to go to even see eye to eye. "That's for my humiliation at the hands of Kitana because of you."
"And this..." Her hands reached under his tunic, as she swirled around his buttocks in an embarrassing fashion; a smirk emerging on Sheeva's face. "Is because you have an ass fit for a Shokan..." She mocked.
He coughed. "You really missed me that much, huh?"
Sheeva ignored his words. In fact, she let him go. Yet, he didn't fall. Strange...
He looked down.
The veiny base of her shaft now ran between his legs, holding him up. He was burned by her loins, as the rod radiated intense heat upon his thighs, like a flashlight that had been on too long.
And that... he gulped... was going to go inside him.
She picked him up by his legs again, turning him away from her, splaying him far and wide. One pair of arms held up his ass, while the other wrapped around his legs and up behind his head, those thick fingers pushing on his neck, as if trying to make him to watch what she was about to do to him. He could feel it prod his taint, the size bigger than even Sindel's balled fist, before moving it back to that gape Sheeva forced open.
Sheeva took his breath away; even with that training from Sindel just a day ago, he shivered and shook, writhing, as even taking the bulbous head was agonizing, let alone him further being lowered onto her pole.
As that meat stick crept through his system, he felt the smoothed over edges, and he still expected them to become lethal at any moment - but there was nothing he could do; not that he was trying to do anything, as his mind had gone elsewhere. He had found himself amongst the clouds, unable to think or feel anymore, just experience the ride that he was on in that pretzeled position he was in
And what a ride.
Sheeva fucked him braindead silly, at a pace that not even that sadist Sindel could compete with. Impacting his stomach, it felt like she was pushing right through him. Sheeva's monstrous digits seized his groin, eclipsing them entirely. She toyed with it a moment before tossing it aside. "Worthless." Her hushed frustration at his limpness blown into his ear in an exhale, before she went back to her full throttled fucking.
Sheeva sunk down to her knees, as she aimed for the heavens inside him, in repeated hard stabs into his guts. He could feel the sweat on her flexing arms, the tautness of her abs against his back. It felt like he was gonna be able to deepthroat her in reverse if she went any further, before she deposited her seed as far as she could.
"RAAAAAAAAAAARGH" The amazonian beast woman grunted out, coating his walls completely. Sheeva then dispensed with him like used tissue paper, maybe a little embarrassed to have fucked a human as she left in a hurry.
The dam in his stomach burst, and now laid up in a giant pool of her semen, his jaw slack, his arms and legs full of cramping charley horses, he just wanted to sleep it off - but as his head slumped, he saw it.
That stupid beast, in her post orgasmic haze, left the door to his prison open.
What was he saying? He should be thanking her. He couldn't believe it.
As much as she knocked his insides around, he still knew this was only chance, as he crawled slowly, desperately.
He reached through the threshold.
From nowhere, Sindel stamped his hand. She ground the three inch heel into where he could see the tendons. His fingers acted like a bugs set of legs as if it were being crushed. He could hear noises he was sure he wasn't supposed to be hearing as Sindel twisted it.
She finally let up, and he recoiled onto his side, holding the stinging flesh close, as a red mark remained. "Just remember this next time you dare to think of escaping, little one." She then pulled down and cast a robe on top of him. "Get dressed. You don't want to keep your precious Kitana waiting, do you?"
"Y-y-yes ma'am."
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She finally met him at the porthole, the cloak obscuring him before he brought his hood down. "Kit... Kitana... it's... me..." He breathed and gasped heavily between words.
Kitana seemed concerned. "You look so tired, and sweaty... is she drugging you? And what happened to your face!?"
His face could barely contain the hidden truth: Sindel was behind him, part of his robe thrown up and her pale cock violating him as he spoke to his love.
Sindel's cold, snake like hands, searched all over him, tweezing his nipples, as he tried his best to keep up appearances with his love. "No Kitana... everything... is going to be... alright..."
He groaned, staining his front cloth.
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