Watchmen: Turn back the clock. (Jack Stalker and flameinferno2000)

[Jack Stalker]

WATCHMEN : Turn back the clock.
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Killing had always been one of the things that turned Eddie on... even before he got to do it legally, as the crimefighter known as the Comedian.

He'd accused a fellow crime fighter, Hooded Justice, of that before, but it was more an insight into Eddie's own depraved behaviour and thoughts, as well as his own lust for both killing scumbags and celebrating his victories... in the most depraved and exciting ways that he could.

The war on crime was raging again and he'd been assigned to this part of the docks. Hunter and The Vigilante were over at the Harbour masters dealing with a situation and he'd been left to clear out a warehouse full of drug dealers. The Machine gun had run dry and he'd emptied the flamethrower, leaving most of the building aflame. He figured that eventually the fire department would show up, but who cared, really? It was isolated enough it wouldn't catch any other buildings on fire.

He'd waited outside the only exit that wasn't burning, had cut of a few arms of some of those who tried to make it out, dismembering them with his machete, then capping a few with in the face with his forty five. In truth it had been too easy, he was wired and his Adrenalin was pumping through him. He stared at the flames as they teased out of windows high up in the wall of the warehouse, burned through the roof, clawed at the sky. Was it the flames that got him so wound up and ready for action? It had been the same in 'Nam.

The sound of boots crunching on broken glass alerted him to the presence of a straggler behind him, but he didn't bother turning around. That was because he heard something else past that sound, and caught sight of someone...

... Sally Jupiters girl..

God, Sally was a complete fucking whore... at least in his eyes! A perverted masochistic slut, a bit like they all were he supposed. He'd practically raped her one time... and instead of running away or selling him out or doing any number of things... she came back for more. He'd fucked her raw for months, then suddenly nothing. She cut all ties, avoided him like the plague. Women. He'd never been able to figure her out and, despite her age, their age, he figured he'd have her again one day.

And then, one day many years later, Sally vanished from his thoughts and all his attention went to someone else...

...her daughter Laurie. Silk Spectre 'two'.

Laurie dripped sex, even when she was barely legal... dressed in a skin tight outfit that allowed her flexibility to fight, but in reality made every man who looked at her want to fuck her senseless. Eddie dreamed about her, barely restraining himself out of respect, barely holding back from taking what he wanted from her, what he'd already taken from her mother.

The fact that she might be his daughter? That only occurred to him later. He wasn't sure which was worse, that he wanted to fuck the daughter of his ex squeeze, a girl half his age, or that he wanted to fuck a girl who could be his daughter. Ultimately it didn't matter, because neither made him want to avoid her, in fact he both wanted to fuck her to satisfy his own urges and to piss off Sally. He was the fucking Comedian and he did whatever the fuck he liked, with government backing to boot.

Besides, with he needed a release, something to take him mind off the crap that Ozzy had been spilling lately. Some master plan to save humanity. Yeah. sure. Anyway, right now while there was a straggler moving in on him, someone else was here too.

Silk.

He picked up a smouldering arm, severed at the elbow. Lighting it on fire he brought the blood soaked ragged limb up to the cigar in his mouth to light it, before tossing it away. He looked past the man moving towards him with a crowbar, revenge in his eyes for all the other drug dealers who Eddie had shot, slashed or burned. He ignored him. leaning casually against the wall of the alley he was in, which ran along the side of the burning building. The small of smoke washed over him now, but nothing could erase that scent, nor the sight of her. Silk Spectre, Laurie Jupiter, was a vision in skin tight yellow and black. A vision that filled his thoughts, kept him hard and spurred him. A vision that he'd wanted to fuck for way too long now. A vision who was teasing, alluring, attractive, enticing and most importantly... within reach.

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"You want to take care of this one." he called out, past the approaching mans shoulder. "You do that... then come over here. There's something we need to discuss, before this place gets crowded with firefighters and cops." he grinned, staring into her eyes. He raped her with his gaze, 'eye fucking' her as hard as any man ever had... when looking at her perfect figure, stunning face and forever legs. Women knew what he wanted when he looked at them, and when he looked at Laurie... he wanted it all... and yet right now, tonight, there was something different about her. Something that made him think that his innuendo, crude language, depraved looks and crooked smile might actually get him what he wanted this time around...

...before he had to take it, and give her what his twisted mind told him they both wanted.

 

[KassandraOfSparta]

In the wake of Ozymandias' orchestrated catastrophe, the world stood on the precipice of a new era. The shattered remnants of Dr. Manhattan's actions cast a long shadow over the fragile peace that had been brokered at such a staggering cost. Laurie Juspeczyk, formerly Silk Spectre II, and her companion Dan Dreiberg, the erstwhile Nite Owl II, sought solace in the ruins of their own shattered illusions. The streets of New York City were no longer masked in vigilant anticipation, but instead filled with the echoes of a world struggling to rebuild.

One fateful evening, as Laurie and Dan shared a rare moment of respite, the fabric of their reality unraveled once more. Dr. Manhattan materialized before them, his ethereal presence cutting through the silence. Laurie's heart raced as she recognized the familiar azure glow that had haunted her memories. Yet, the reunion was far from what she had imagined. Consumed by an inexplicable jealousy or some shadowy motive known only to him, Dr. Manhattan, with a mere gesture, erased Dan Dreiberg from existence, leaving Laurie alone amidst the chilling aftermath. The shock of loss intensified as geopolitical tensions reached a boiling point. The USSR, sensing weakness in the United States, breached the fragile peace treaty, launching a devastating nuclear assault that caught the world off guard. Cities crumbled in the blink of an eye, and the once-proud symbols of civilization were reduced to rubble. Laurie, grappling with grief and anger, stumbled upon a revelation that promised a chance to alter the course of history.

Buried within the remnants of Ozymandias' once-impenetrable fortress, Laurie uncovered the enigmatic device capable of transcending the bounds of time. The truth unfolded as she deciphered Ozymandias' meticulous plans – a device designed to send one's consciousness hurtling through the temporal tapestry. Fueled by the desperation to undo the horrors she witnessed, Laurie resolved to confront Adrian Veidt, the elusive architect of their world's calamity. Her journey led her to a hidden sanctuary, where Ozymandias, ever the puppeteer, was surprised by her arrival. A tense exchange unfolded as Laurie confronted the man whose vision of salvation had plunged the world into chaos. Ozymandias, seemingly unfazed by Laurie's accusations, explained the intricacies of the time-traveling device and its potential to rewrite history. In a cruel twist of fate, Laurie found herself forced into an uneasy alliance with the very man she held responsible for her anguish.

She could hardly believe what she saw before her, when did she stoop so low? And how desperate one has to be? Questions clouded her mind as she sees Adrian, laying down on the floor, completely naked with his cock erect and standing at attention for none other than Laurie who stood there, naked as well, gasping at the thought of her sudden decisions. Only to fall victim to those unruly thoughts and in no time, she was riding the man's cock, taking it as deep as she could, even letting his tip hit her womb's entrance, and for a moment, she was actually enjoying the surmountable amount of pleasure radiating off their rough love-making. There was no chemistry between them, no passion, hardly any romance, just raw carnal pleasure. Which went on for hours, neither Adrian, nor Laurie was willing to back up, and only when their bodies were on the brink, did they finally stop. In a climactic confrontation, both orgasmed together, making a mess of the floor beneath them. And while Adrian laid back, resting on the cold floor, Laurie had other plans, she pulled out a Smith & Wesson from her suit, lying on the floor and shot Ozy, "Sorry, Ozy, nothing professional, instead, it's more on the personal sides... You're just collateral damage, just like months ago, 3 million people were for you... I guess it's only fair", Laurie wrested control of the time-travel device from Ozymandias, who, in his final moments, offered a cryptic warning about the unpredictable nature of altering destiny.

But Laurie ignored the warning, and in haste, she activated the device without waiting for another second. The transition was seamless and disorienting as Laurie's consciousness transcended the boundaries of time itself. She became a passenger in the river of history, hurtling towards a past that held the promise of rewriting the grim future she sought to escape. The temporal currents carried Laurie through pivotal moments, until Laurie's consciousness arrived in the past with a disorienting jolt. The transition was swift, and as the temporal haze settled, she found herself standing in the middle of a dimly lit, dingy apartment in New York City. It was a stark contrast to the high-tech world she had left behind. Startled, Laurie took in the familiar yet foreign surroundings, realizing that she now inhabited the body of her younger self.

The city sounds echoed outside, muffled by the worn-out curtains that barely shielded the room from the street's distant chaos. Laurie's heart raced as she navigated the emotional turbulence of confronting her own past. The flickering streetlights painted shadows on the cracked walls, and a distant siren added to the nocturnal symphony of the city. As Laurie looked around the room, memories and sensations from her former life flooded her consciousness, interweaving with the raw reality of the moment. But soon, she regains her composure and then pulled her thoughts through, one thing after the other. She checks the date on the calendar and the time on the clock, recalling that the Comedian was out on business as usual, it was still months from when he would be assassinated by Adrian. So, she pulled out her yellow and black, suit from her drawer and then puts it on. Before leaving her apartment and heading to a place which was still fresh in her memories.

The Docks! that's where she remembers meeting the Comedian all those years back, and also the chaos that ensued, she was quite aware of that. So, when she reached and saw half of the warehouses inside the docks on fire, she couldn't help but smirk at the heinous sight, "Couldn't go one night without destroying everything, typical Comedian..." Laurie smirked and soon ran to the spot where she heard a scream coming from. She saw Eddie standing near a building and smoking a cigar, and almost froze for a moment. "Well, leftovers for me again, huh?" Laurie smirked as she swiftly closed the distance between her and the man with the crowbar, going for a low blow, before disarming him and then driving the crowbar straight through his intestines. "Cops and firefighters would have a hard time reaching here, you moron burnt the entirety of this place... and we are possibly stuck here till the flames go down..." Laurie smirked as she slowly sees some more men come at her with weapons, whom she swiftly tackled and finished them with her crowbar. She then threw it after the men were all dead, and slowly swayed her hips, walking closer to Eddie.

She grabbed the pipe between his lips and then pulled it out, slowly grabbing the pipe and putting it between her lips, taking a deep drag of the smoke. "So, what did you want to talk about?" she looks into his eyes and asks.

 

[Jack Stalker]

The Comedian grinned and puffed on his cigar, as he watched Silk Spectre, move in and go to work, a surge of hunger and admiration rolling through him as he watched her beat the man, then kill him with his own weapon. A lot of the masks and capes tried to play nice, people like Nite Owl, especially in front of the cameras. Then there were those who embraced his approach, sometimes more openly other times more sneakily. He appreciated that Silk could, obviously, be a murderous little slut when she wanted to be, and he couldn't deny that seeing her disembowel the man in front of him was a turn on. He continued smiling as the man expired, gurgling in his own blood as ashes began to lightly rain down in the area and the smell of the flames grew to an almost intoxicating level. Silk would have made a good little sidekick, if he worked well with partners... which he didn't. A little more armour and some guns and they'd be quite a double act.

He wasn't expecting the other men to show up, and slow clapped as he watched her dance of death with them, murdering them under the guise of fighting crime and doing good, ending their miserable worthless lives and saving the taxpayers and the courts time, effort and money. She liked to use her hands, obviously, while he was more of a 'whatever weapon is handy' kind of guy, as long as guns were involved. Tonight had been a real treat, as he didn't often get to use the flamethrower in the city... and there was something he liked about the smell of burning scumbag in the morning.

The sway of her hips, as she walked towards him, that was something she'd inherited from her mother. It made him hard, drew attention to the fact that she was a woman, a fuckable, hot, horny looking woman. It made him forget about her brutal murder of a few miscreants, and focus on her body, her legs, the exposed thighs that drew in the eye, the way her entire costume clung to her tight, fit frame like liquid latex poured over a shell of pure sex. Laurie, Silk Spectre, was built for many things, but nothing more important than for fucking. She was sculpted to fuck, to screw, to fornicate, to engage in depravity way more than she was built to fight and kill... and he intended to ensure that her prime purpose wasn't wasted a day longer than it had to be. Eddie wanted to cut loose, hard, and there were few women with the physicality to be able to take it when he did so... Silk Spectre though...?

...She was one of them, whether mother or daughter.

He shrugged off her 'insult', chuckling. He'd have broken anyone else for annoying him, maybe, depended on his mood. He knew she was into him, he'd seen it in her eyes... and she was too hot, too alluring, too captivating to think about doing anything with her other than fucking her brains out.

"Well." he gestured at the burning walls about the place, moving to stand next to a dumpster resting against the wall of the alleyway. "You thought it was cool when I told Ozzy he'd be the smartest man on the cinder, after I set his map on fire at that meeting.... so I thought I'd set something else on fire... see how cool you'd think that would be... or how hot" he grinned, his eyes glinting, reflecting images of flames which perfectly represented how he felt inside when he looked at her, fucking her with his eyes, harder and harder with every step she took. He couldn't recall the last time he'd been turned on this much, he was harder than when he'd responded to her mothers come on's and tried to fuck her in the headquarters.

Like mother, like daughter... both drove him crazy and he'd just about had enough of it. Restraint wasn't one of his strongest qualities... or on his list of qualities at all.

"I guess the authorities would have a hard time reaching here." he replied with a nod, flicking away some of his cigars ash. He walked around her, taking in the sight of her ass, before coming back around to let some smoke breeze across her face. He snapped his teeth at her as she pulled the cigar from his lips. She was bold and brazen and clearly they were seeing eye to eye right now.

"Well... if we have to wait, what are we going to do? All this Adrenalin is pumping through me, you must be feeling it as well. And we only have the three F's to fall back on. Fight... well, you took care of the last few fuckers, didn't you. I like your style. No fucking prisoners, give them what they deserve, eh? No reporters around, so no need to play nice." he chuckled. "And you're still wearing that 'fuck me' uniform, the one that makes criminals want to rape you, rather than kill you... gives you a nice advantage, huh?" he gave an amused smirk. "So, yeah. Fight... that's no good. What's the other one... Flight? Well, as you pointed out, we're stuck here." he shrugged. "No fight and no flight... that just leaves F number three to get rid of all this pent up aggression, Adrenalin and energy. You know what that last F is, don't you Silk...?" he teased.

When she looked into his eyes he reached out to grasp the zipper to her suit, drawing it down to her belt buckle, a deep V exposed her torso to his sight now and he popped the belt off, hearing it clatter to the ground as he drew the zipper all the way down to her groin. He pulled the V open, both hands sliding in beneath the tight fitting material to squeeze at her tits. They felt so fucking good in his hands as his warm powerful grasp clawed at them His left hand captured a nipple between forefinger and thumb, while his right twisted, sliding down her body to where his fingers eased in between skin and suit, to stroke through the crease of her cunt, his fingers splaying her open as they crudely violated her slit and slid and pushed against it as he shoved her back against a nearby wall. "...it's fucking." he told her finally.

"I want to fuck someone who isn't a 'norm'. Someone who can take it. I want to fuck you Silk... and you... you've been wet for me for a long time, I fucking know it." he hissed. "Now... you better take this suit off... I'm not going to be satisfied just pinning you up against a wall and fingering you until you come. I want to get inside you... but hey... if you want me to get you off like this first, so that you're lubed up enough to take a proper fucking, from someone just as powerful as you are... well, be my guest." he growled, driving two fingers into her cunt as he brought his thumb up against her clit to begin slowly applying a constant pressure to it as he rhythmically stroked his fingertips against the insides of her cunny. "You feel so fucking good." he hissed finally, "We both know you'd be a little embarrassed to have to walk out of here naked... so strip, before I tear this off you." he let go of her tit, snatching the cigar out of her mouth as he leaded in to kiss her, knocking her head back against the wall as he invaded her mouth with his tongue. He then pulled back, taking a puff as he continued to violate her pussy with the fingers of his right hand.

 

[KassandraOfSparta]

Unlike her mother, and her predecessor, the Silk Spectre I, and also some of the former members of both the Minutemen and the Watchmen, who decided to be discreet about their vigilante activity, and act like their morality meant something. The whole ordeal of delivering justice through the law system and keeping the criminals alive till their persecution was such a dragged out principle that Laurie could hardly find any purpose in that. Like what's the point in keeping these lowly bastards alive when you know they'll cause problems the next day itself, endangering thousands of innocents again. Taking them out once and for all, was a philosophy she shared with Eddie, the Comedian, her real father. And she found the outmost pleasure in that, just like him, maybe the words were right, "An apple doesn't fall far from the tree". Serving justice to the wrong-doers by being their executioner, though, her methods were a little different that Eddie. While the Comedian loved to cause a chaos, guns blazing, Laurie on the other hand loved taking them out one by one by looking into their eyes, as the Harbinger of Death.

And when she was finished with those men, the blood that spilled across them almost flooded the area, soiling their boots, and also Laurie's suit, stained with blood from killing those men so ruthlessly, but she wouldn't bother about it at all. As her attention was focused solely on the Comedian, she did all that to impress him, to turn the sadistic bastard on, so she could bring out some change in her history, she knew better than anyone that whatever happens, she needed to prevent the murder of the Comedian in the first place, or else, history would remain the same as it is, one way or the another. So, she needed to win him over, and the best bet was to let him in, you know, not the most noble options, but a really fucked up one knowing he's her biological father, but would he care even if he gets to know the truth? Absolutely not, everything seemed fair at this point for Laurie.

So, the next moment itself, she was standing only inches apart from the man, looking into his eyes, hands crossed as she listened to him talk about Ozy's great plan. "Well, I couldn't care less of the smartest man, be it on the tinder or on the ground, when the world is in flames and ruins, no amount of smartness can save him..." For a moment, Laurie started to blabber about the future, which she soon realised and paused abruptly. Before making a blushed up, flirtatious and sexy face. "Geez, like mother said, never too good with those F words are you, unlike my mother, I'm down, Mr. Eddie, totally down." She nodded and allowed him to feel up her body however he pleases, the surroundings and the moments were something that turned Laurie on as well. She could literally feel the heat rising across her body and her cunt getting soaked from her pussy juices every other second. The sweat was slowly building up inside her suit until Eddie undid the zipper and let's some air in.

And when things finally heated up between them, she gently starts to take off her suit, she didn't care if she had to walk off naked from this spot, she better fuck the Comedian right here and now. "Ah--- Mr. Eddie, isn't it only fair for you to take off your suit as well, I mean, I don't mind if you want to keep it on and just flip your cock out, but again, my mother talked a great deal of how good you looked naked...." Laurie smirked, pushing him off from her body, and taking a couple steps back to give him some space, while she stood naked, leaning against the wall, and smoking the cigar watching the lecherous man before her.

 

[Jack Stalker]

If the Comedians Adrenalin was merely spiking before, then now it was practically ripping his body apart... as he got more and more handsy with Silk Spectre... and he saw that she made no move to stop him, none at all! He'd read her right after all, like a lot of 'supers', fucking was in their blood, part of their world. The rush, of being more powerful, better trained, superior, it made them want to fuck, made him want to fuck. Now, after way too long, he had someone to deal with that need, someone who could not only take it, but who embraced it. The sight of her, splattered with blood from murdering the low life's, had him hard as fuck. It was just as well that she seemed to share his depraved urges and wants, it saved him having to fight her to get what he wanted. Now his efforts were restricted to raping her with his eyes, as he looked her up and down, felt her up and told her just what he wanted to do to her. Looking at her he wondered, briefly, if she really would have been embarrassed to walk out of there naked... she owned her skin and her killer looks. She must have known how perfect she was, knew and relished it like he did. Seeing her would have burned the eyes out of most men, driven them mad with lust. He simply licked his lips and burned his lust fuelled gaze into her as he waited for her to comply with his demands.

He didn't have to wait long.

'Unlike my mother?' Had Sally denied their past? She'd tried to steer him away from Laurie, for sure... but that just made him even more interested in her, and it seemed to have a similar effect on Laurie as well. Make something off limits and that just enticed people to want it even more, right? And he doubted anyone would have sent their daughter in his direction, not if they had any sense. Few 'normal's' would have been able to handle him anyway and those rare ones that had, well, he'd killed one in the past. Right now, though, he could feel how hot she was as he mauled her tits, stroked at her flesh and felt her undeniable wetness. Was she wet for him, for the killing, for both? It didn't matter... a man couldn't have asked for a better daughter, following in his footsteps... and then opening her legs for her 'daddy'. Was he sick, depraved, twisted? Fuck yeah... why should the world of normals have the monopoly on such a thing? The things he'd done? He deserved the best, the nicest apartment, the fastest car, the best guns... and the hottest girl. Laurie... no one was hotter, not even her mother. He realised that now, as he sank his fingers into her dripping cunt and saw and felt the compliance in her eyes and her body. He wondered if she knew, knew he was her father... but he decided to leave that revelation to her mother.

Because when Sally saw Laurie next, she'd know. She'd know she'd been fucked raw and she'd know who was responsible, who was capable, of such a thing.

His cock had never been harder than when she stripped down, stripped naked, then stepped back against the alleyway wall as embers from the burning warehouse drifted down between them. They may as well have been part of his soul burning away, as he laughed at her comments. "You want me to waste time stripping this armour off? You're the one who wears a little 'next to nothing' costume, designed to make men want to fuck you instead of kill you." he growled out his laughter, as he unbuckled his belt and tossed aside his codpiece, moving to slowly draw down his zipper. "And you want me to mess around with straps, and buckles, and buttons, when I'm this fucking hard?" he continued, his cock springing forth. The thing was fat, a wide girth with the size you would expect from an enhanced human. The head was glistening and it was already streaked with pre cum, as he stepped towards her with a fire burning in his eyes brighter than the one behind him.

"You want me to ignore the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, bare naked, dripping wet, and willing and ready to fuck... in order to waste time stripping myself?" he reached out, flicked her borrowed cigar away, stepped in and pressed into her. One hand grasped at her hair, bunching strands behind her neck to pull back her head, his other hand grasped at her waist as he stepped in and lifted her, slamming her into the wall. Bare brick scratched at her back as he moved between her legs and drove his jutting cock up against her cunt lips. He felt the fat head peel them apart as he sank into her, pushing hard to force his massive rod into her tight entrance. He hissed as her narrow channel caved in and stretched around his shaft, as he crammed it into her in a single thrust, the initial stroke burying it halfway into her soaking snatch. "And they call me 'The Comedian'?" he laughed loudly, groaning as he began to deliver relentless thrusts to her tightness.

As the warmth of her juicy cunt spread along his cock, the expression on his face became one of pure bliss. Half way, then three quarters, then a jolt as her cunt caved in to the pressure of his thick bulging rod, his helm kissing against her cervix as he ploughed balls deep into her yielding slot. "All the fucking way... damn... AUUUNNGGHH!" he let out a groaning roar of passion, her ass slapping against the wall with each slamming movement of his hips. He began to speed up his slow methodical thrusts, quickly transforming them into deep penetrating hammer blows. His body moved against hers, his lips found her throat and he licked it, before trailing kisses up to her jawline, her cheek, across to her mouth. His fingers fought to maintain a grasp in her hair as his tongue slid through her lips, hot wet muscle slashing and lashing against her own, his breath hot in her mouth as he tasted her. With his cock supporting her he moved his free hand to her left breast, squeezing and catching her nipple between forefinger and thumb, rolling and squeezing it as he left his hips to do the job of directing his strokes. He kicked her ankles apart, powering his cock into her, sliding her up and down the wall behind her as he began to settle into a brutal and merciless rhythm. His assault on her cunt was as though governed and powered by a primal force, his teeth clenched as he pulled back, his expression primal and animalistic as he fucked her, fucked his own daughter...

...and loved every single moment of it.

"We'll... UHHH... compromise... AUUHH... next time you... UUUHH... keep the boots on... AUUHH... and I'll... NNGGHH... strip." he chuckled, his tone strangled by the hisses and grunts as he screwed into her perfect body. Hers was a fragile looking and feminine frame, which was not just built to kill, but to fuck like no other human could even hope to. Hell, for a moment he held a vision in minds eye. If anyone could convince someone to do their bidding... a hero to come out of retirement, Dr Manhattan to save the world, then it was Laurie and her tight cunt that could get the job done. "AuuuUNN!" he groaned, shifting his hands to her hips, then her ass, holding her as he thrust up into her and dragged her down onto his cock. His fucking accelerating, his pace increasing, the feverish glare in his eyes magnifying as he fell into well of depraved sex. "Show me... fuck me, you naked little tease... damn... god damn..." he gasped out, his eyes almost rolling back a few times as he fought to prolong the sheer delirious agony of staying hard and not coming straight away when buried in such a perfect cunt as hers. "You like to mention your mother a lot. You going to tell her about this?" he smirked. "Make sure to tell her how hard I made you come." he finished, focusing his attention on her tits, her cunt, his hands clawing at her ass.

 

[KassandraOfSparta]

When Laurie fought against the henchmen coming at her from different directions at her arrival, she wasn't very much subtle about it. In a way completely opposite to what her mother might have done, she chose the other path. She had enough of these bastards making out alive after her mother or any other team members decided to just knock them down, and hand them over to the authorities, only for them to come out later on and cause mayhem once again. She simply didn't see such an outcome this time. And this was evident by the fact that instead of just grabbing the man's wrist and putting him down with a sharp hit to his face, she chose to break the man's arm in half, making his bone protude out of his skin, and the next hit was straight to his jaws, breaking them. To finish things off, she glided against the man, using his own baton to gouge his left eye, and then pushing the steel baton through his skill, ending his misery. That shocked the other men who came to attack her, and that was all the time that she needed. She moved swiftly against the darkness and the fiery flames, to take out one by one, making sure each of her blows were a guaranteed kill. Until all 12 of them, lay dead on the soaked wood, blood splattered across the ground, and also on her suit, and some on her skin.

But would she care about that, hell no! Cuz moments later, the costume could be seen thrown out over the dumpster beside her, and her body was on display for the wretched man before her. The Comedian. Watching him deny her request to strip, "Well, what can I say? Men really don't want to take off their clothes before me? Why? That costume make you feel more powerful than this naked lady here? Laurie mocked the Comedian for a moment, only to watch his cock dangling out of his pants seconds later, and for a fact she couldn't move her eyes away. She kept on glaring at it until he came close enough and then pinned her against the wall. Only to shove his massive cock down her ripe cunt. A loud groan escapes her lips when it forced its way inside, "Fuck..... you're bigger... so much bigger than...." she stopped herself for a moment making sure not to spurt out any of her future memories which was yet to happen.

So, for the next few minutes, she simply let her body loose, surrendered to the man before her. However depraved and sick it might be, she knew he was his father, and still her actions didn't seem to pull her out at all. She enjoyed such kinds of depraved, sick pleasures, and continued to move her hips, grinding it hard against Eddie's cock. Making sure to milk his balls dry inside of her, and then keep coming for more. That was probably the only way where she could bring him to listen and not get killed by Ozymandius in the upcoming days. "My mother.... Ahhhhh... I'm sure she wouldn't be surprised to see the sort of slut I've become, like mother, like daughter I'd say, and even if I don't tell her, she'll know... Atleast she accepts the fact that, you motherfucker was a far better fuck than her current cuck boyfriend..." Laurie gritted her teeth, trying to hold down her moans while speaking up her thoughts about her mother. While letting those thrusts bounce her body up and down over his cock, her naked back scratching against the rough wall behind her. "Now, stop holding back, and cum bastard.... That cunt's feeling a little drier than it should be..." she yelled out in midst of one of her strong orgasms.

 

[Jack Stalker]

The feel of Laurie's tight cunt sucking on his cock was indescribable. The Comedian had imagined fucking Silk Spectre before of course, everyone had even if they tried to deny it, but the actual feel of her superior cunt strangling his massive rod sent spears of pleasure thrusting through him as hard as he was thrusting in to her. He didn't have to hold back, didn't have to go easy or drive his cock in while holding his breath and hoping he wasn't going to tear her apart. He knew she could take a hard fucking, maybe she even expected it... what did she expect from him? What had she expected when she'd succumbed to his ravenous hunger for her cunt? He had no idea, but he knew that he would make sure that she remembered him, remembered the Comedian, remembered that his cock had been the hardest, his lust had been the strongest, next time she found herself fucking someone.... which, if he had any say in the matter, wouldn't be anytime soon. Her tight cunt and hot flesh were exhilarating to the touch and he craved it, desired it, demanded it... and took it.

He fucked her hard at first, intent on making her feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of his cock as he ploughed into her and gave her a hard thrust for every mocking word she'd spilled from her lips. He'd told her why he couldn't be bothered to strip. Because he wasn't an animal that roamed about naked in the warmth of burning buildings, and because he wanted to fuck and his hard cock couldn't wait one more second to be plunged into her tight, inviting slut hole. He hissed and groaned as he bottomed out in her, then pinned her to the wall and fucked his cock, from tip to balls, over and over, into her silky cunt. He savoured each stroke and glared into her eyes as he violated her, drilling into her hard enough for her to feel it, hard enough for them both to remember it. "You're just as impatient as me sometimes." he almost said 'your father', "Don't worry, we both know that this won't be the last time we fuck. You can drool all over my naked body later." he huffed, grasping at her hips, lifting her up and down and dragging her onto his cock as he shifted his hips and speared his manhood up into her waiting cunny. Each passing second turning him more and more into the animal he'd accused her of being.

"Yeah, I'm bigger than your last fuck, bigger than all of them you little bitch." he grinned, his ego fuelled by her comments. His lips forced themselves against hers, his tongue fucking open her mouth to slash across her own, as he groaned and grunted into her. His searing heat was as intense as her own, almost beating that of the flames that demolished the building behind them. Sure, he doubted he was more impressive than the big blue freak, but that guy was checking out, the good Doctor barely held any interest in humanity or human pursuits anymore.

He felt her go a little limp, surrendering to his assault, and that just triggered a feeding frenzy mentality inside him. He powered thrusts into her, over and over again, pushing himself to wards a climax he knew would rip through him and stain his memories for months to come. He held back, occasionally slowing his penetrations, pulling out from time to time to sap his cock against her belly, squeezing her tits and smirking at her with a confident glare from behind his thin mask, before he lifted her again and shoved himself back inside her, driving himself balls deep in a single thrust, his cock dripping with her fluids and his own pre cum. His throbbing member defiled and desecrated her, filling her tiny sheath and stretching it wide with his fat girth, as he pounded into her, showing no mercy and giving no quarter. "That's it... UUunnNNHH... fucking take it.. take it all..." he grunted, bellowing out the words in a rough coarse growl. His fingers scratched at her skin, marking her with his nails, as his cock bulged and throbbed inside her, fuck juices lathering it from tip to balls as he slapped against her.

The talk about her mother was mildly distracting, but only in the fact that it made him harder. He would happily have fucked them both if she'd been open to it, both Silk spectre's coming like whores on his cock, while he filled their cunts with his hot boiling cum. "Fuck... you're so... tight... so fucking tight." he almost said 'tighter than your mother', but held off, focusing instead on prolonging the heavenly sensations that her cunt wrought along the length of his cock. He felt her start to orgasm and stopped, torturing her with the feel of his cock stilled inside her as her convulsing quim clenched about his rod. He stared into her eyes with a cocky smirk, the sound of sirens wailing in the distance, while the warehouses burned around them. "All this chaos. Blood, ash, gunpowder, but all I can smell is your hot cunt and your lust." he growled. "And now that you've satisfied yourself, it's my turn." he grinned, pulling out and spinning her around.

He forced her against the wall, slapped his cock against her ass cheeks, then lowered himself a little to spear his cock back into her cunt from behind. Her tits were shoved against the brickwork as he slapped one hand against her ass cheeks, and slid the other around her throat from behind, his cock thrusting hard and fast into her now, as he pushed himself harder. "You filthy slut... you want my cum in your tight little cunt? Well, that's what you'll get then." he groaned. His eyes almost glazed over from the ecstasy tearing through him. His cock a blur inside her as he powered himself back and forth. "Fuuuuuccckkk..." he hissed out loudly, jerking and jolting as he began to orgasm. His climax was violent and long, his body shivering and bucking against her as he disgorged his load into her yielding flesh, filling her cunt until the inevitable backwash blasted streaks of his seed down the inside of her thighs, splattering spunk and cunt juices onto the ground and his boots. He grasped at her, then forced her down onto all fours as he finished in her cunt. He pulled out to send a few 'aftershock' ropes of hot cum slashing down her spine. The streaks of ejaculate reached as far as her shoulder blades, as he finished emptying a load onto her body, and strings of cum slashed across her asshole and plastered the back of her legs and calves.

"I'm not done." he growled, as he slapped her ass and rested his cock between her ass cheeks. "I like to use everything my woman has to offer. So, you filthy little fuck, what do you want next? Show me. We both know you aren't done. One good orgasm, for a woman like you? No. Show me. Suck me off, or spread your ass and take me inside it." he hissed, lighting up another cigar as he waited. His throbbing cock was still rock hard and searing hot against her naked flesh, as he knelt behind her, trickles of blood painting patterns in the dirt about them as he waited. "And you tell your mother if she has any complaints about me fucking her hot little slut of a daughter, she knows where to find me." he took a puff. "Now... get to work Silk, because your dripping cunt, hard nipples and panting breaths are all the evidence I need... to know that you want more. So fuck me or suck me." he growled finally.

 

[KassandraOfSparta]

Unlike the Comedian's screaming and erratic behavior as he went hard into his literal 'daughter' needing cunt, Laurie on the other hand, was more of the calming presence, maybe something that she got from her mother. She was like a storm encased into the facade of gentle winds, which showed when Eddie tried to utter all his dominance on her, but Laurie could simply take it without the slightest of hindrance. Her body was somehow chiseled to take the worst of the worst, be it a good beating or a rough pounding, it wouldn't flinch. And frankly, the way the Comedian used up her nimble body, it was simply majestic. Never ever had she felt such kind of raw and primal instincts coming from a man. So much that for a moment, she remembered her former partners, neither John (Dr. Manhattan) nor Dan could even come close to what the Comedian offered. It felt sinister, evil, filled with a passion that Laurie never though existed. And just as her mind went, her body followed. Surrendering completely to the Comedian's action. It simply didn't feel anything other than the sensations of lust that he was pouring into her. Her body responding the same intensity as of Eddie as he continued to drill into her. Her moans, now a more controlled, and a shrill rhythm of noises, showed how much she enjoyed. And it did last quite long for someone as Eddie's age. Which got Laurie exhausted for a while, but she somehow managed to rest, and let her body loose while letting the Comedian take his time. His words frankly didn't bother her, she's been yearning for some bad-mouthing for a while now, something that both John or Dan could hardly perform.

And once the deed was done, Laurie having been filled with the Comedian's thick spunk running inside of her, while she as on her fours onto the dirt ground. She looked back, panting heavily. While her mind did get some ideas to escape from all these burning rubbles, her body on the other hand was hinting at something else. And soon enough, her mind lost the fight and let her body do the actual bidding. "Sheesh! you're one to make a mess, my mother was right about every little word about you, Mr. Eddie.." She turned her head and looked straight into his eyes as she spots the cum drips over her back, something thick, slimy and runny, running across her spine. And as she was in position, she smirked and gently planted her face onto the dirt. Raising her hips high, and then with one of her hand, she spread her asscheeks apart. "I guess, there's still time till those bastards even come close to getting us out, so get in here, damn bastard...." She wanted to yell out 'Dad', but something in her conscience said that this wasn't the right time. So, she spreads herself more, and offers up her rear butthole to the man anchored behind her. Wanting him to mount her, wreck her insides, her rectum everything till he's done.