Nothing about "A-Force Barnyard Gokkun" was the least bit amusing to the women being parodied, and the train of public humiliation only got worse for Carol Danvers as that video in particular seemed to make the rounds more and more. Weeks after the release of the dog video, the  superhero cosplay bestiality porn scene had received a major boost in notoriety and popularity, the likes of which nobody in the community was okay with, but the complications of trying to figure out who was doing this and put a stop to them became more complicated than anybody was ready for.

The very same people who had drugged Carol and recorded her getting fucked were, apparently, involved with the production company, which had their hands in things more sinister than having actresses dress up as superheroes to get fucked. Suspicious disappearances and a few videos leaked out that seemed to not be quite as fake as they claimed to be had left A-Force on the hunt for evidence of what was happening. It was all a little bit more street level than what the team was generally used to dealing with, but this was personal for them all after seeing the disgusting video of cosplayers drinking down animal semen, and they wanted revenge. Carol most of all, as this connection only served to guarantee she had business to take care of.

Tunnel vision was the damnedest thing. When an anonymous tip came in about where they could probably find the core of their operations, as well as the possibility that the missing in action Kate Bishop and America Chavez were both located there. That was all the reason the girls needed to jump into action, and before long they were storming the front gate of a warehouse somewhere in Brooklyn with an overly aggressive fervor that would have seemed foolish, but with the stacked roster they came with--the same aggrieved heavy hitters mocked in the video--a bunch of thugs seemed like no trouble at all. Not with She-Hulk tearing the doors right off of the place and magical flash bangs firing off to cut down whatever guards stood in the entrance way.

But they weren't met with guns or even humans. Just gas canisters that began to hiss off excitedly, an aggressive plume of glittery blue mist washing over all of them with a speed and efficiency so great that by the time they realized they'd been set up, they were already collapsing down to the floor.
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With her new obsession dominating her nights utterly, Kamala found herself deep in the community of perverts and lowlifes that seemed to grow rapidly. Message board accounts had been made, and she'd found her way into grabbing a few rarer videos, involved in swapping rare treats and obscure gems as she worked up a strong presence. Nobody would ever know that marvelfan14 was secretly Miss Marvel. That they had an actual superheroine in their midst. Which was fine by her, as for as much as she was loving the scene, she didn't need that kind of attention or the demand for pictures of her and her dog dildo that would have surely come with the territory.

If anything, it was refreshing to be in this weird little wonderland of 'fandom' as a total stranger again, discovering the same spark of newness of a fresh community that she hadn't felt since first delving into fan fiction. Not that this was quite the same as what she had been used to, of course, given the more plainly vulgar and openly shameless terms that were used. Nothing was soft or fluffy, and the depravity was much more open and vocal. She was used to seeing threads along the lines of, "Do you think Wolverine is a cuddler?" but here, she found such questions posed as, "Which of these mutants would love it up the ass more?" and, "Would it be hotter if Mockingbird got a facial from a dog, or swallowed its cum?"

It was cruel and crass, and the mere existence of this all should have been an affront to Kamala's decency, but she was in too deep now. The videos were hot, and they were coming out with surprising speed, but the mere act of talking about them gave her a rush of sinful exhilaration that she couldn't resist, and she found herself sinking down into the same pratfalls of disrespect and lewdness that she never thought she would have talked about her idols with, as she talked about how she thought Captain Marvel probably fantasized every night about getting knotted again, and how much of a slut she is for dog cum.

This whole scene was changing her, and it wasn't exactly for the better, but the perversions bubbling up within her were impossible to deny. She wondered sometimes how long it would be until she started trying to get attention, as threads asking how hot it would be if a superheroine was actually among them left her feeling incredibly tempted to perform, especially given the posts rattling off all the depraved things they could ask her to do, with the range from "nude pictures" to "video of her getting anally knotted" reading like a perverted bucket list for the intrigued and very turned on teen.

It was on a nightly check of her usual board that she saw the big thread; "Live stream on right now! Real heroines!" and page after page of posts already stretching it out into the hundreds. But she didn't go for any of the comments as she mashed the click button as fast as she could, finding an embedded video player showing a stream already in progress, but not very long in. She could not have been more excited to watch the video load in as she sat there, gripping her toy tightly, eyes wide as she wondered exactly what was about to happen and what to make of it.

"Look at that whore take it!" snickered someone off-camera, as the in-progress scene loaded in for Kamala. Medusa was down on all fours, face shoved against the floor as she got fucked by a pig. The real Medusa too; not a cosplayer, but the queen of the Inhumans, Medusalith Amaquelin Boltagon herself, face-down on the floor and getting rutted senseless by a bloated pig who snorted his way into fucking Inhuman royalty.

Feverishly thrusting into the redhead, the noises that the pig made had reached their feverish, excited peak, like he was close to cumming, like the scene had already gone on for some time before Kamala had got there and this was almost the tail end of the most degrading thing that she had ever laid eyes on. This wasn't some actress getting paid to fuck a pig, but the real deal, and yet as the camera drifted down toward Medusa's face, she looked like she could not have been happier, face twisted into a wry smile, her eyes vacant and filled only with bliss as she was rocked by and forth from the rapid fucking from the oversized animal.

"Faster," she whined, voice high and airy as she took it, biting her lip and staring off into the distance, as if not even noticing the camera right in front of her. "Please, faster." She was aflame, her breath ragged as her pussy was stuffed, but it wasn't enough for her. "I need more! I haven't had any all day and I'm so horny!"

There was no mention of it in the recording, but Medusa had been in the warehouse for a whole day, and the effects of her captivity and the cocktail of drugs she'd been given to dial her libido up had taken their toll on her. She, along with the other members of A-Force, had been hit by an aerosol version of the same serum that had temporarily depowered Carol in that first video, and then a healthy dose of aphrodisiacs and sensitivity boosted had been pumped into them before they were strapped in and forced to watch hours of bestiality porn as they were punished with the brutal, harsh reality of being exposed to so much that eventually they couldn't handle any more. Not only did they crave sex and an end to this madness in their weakened states, but there was a sinister programming behind the videos, little flickers of hypnotic suggestion that specifically targeted the meta-human brain, planting seeds into Inhuman, mutant, mutate, and mage alike. Seeds that craved animal sex, and only needed to be properly awakened by a psychic.

And wouldn't you know it? They had one on hand to unlock their 'potential'.

Because of it, the members of A-Force were suddenly on the receiving end of a harsh dose of their new favorite thing, drugged and hypnotized into a mindless craving for animal cock that made them the perfect stars for the next level of the plan; selling off recordings of the real heroines getting fucked by animals, before auctioning them off as slaves for a fortune.

As her body was hammered relentlessly by the panting hog, Medusa whined louder and harder, squirming on the floor as her pussy messily leaked all over the place, completely soaked and unable to hold back. "I'm the real pig," she confessed. "A slutty, cock loving fuckpig who needs so badly to be cummed in!" Her eyes rolled back as she let out a scream that may not have been as powerful as her husband's, but still made every microphone in the room peak as the utterly inhuman shriek accompanied her sudden release. The orgasm she had for too long been denied finally crashed down on her, and her mind shattered as the bliss ran through her veins like fire. Only babbling noises came out as she pushed back, the hog squealing as he came inside of her pussy, filling her with the salty treat she had needed for so long, and the degraded queen was left smiling at her own humiliation.

Kamala knew it was wrong. She had no idea what was going on, no idea the depth of criminal depravity that guided this plan and the operation. Clearly, Medusa was not in the right state of mind in the fucking least, and Kamala should have tried to do something about it. To intervene and put a quick stop to this cruelty. But what she did instead was grasp the base of her swollen doggy dick and slam the dildo into her pussy with the frustration of someone who couldn't tear her eyes away.

Kamala didn't realize it, but she was herself being hit by the lust intensifying pulses weaving in and out of the video feed, and as she fucked herself hard with the dog dildo, she knew on some level she needed to do something, but couldn't help herself. "I wouldn't know where to look," she whined to herself, trying to justify her inaction as she fucked herself hard to the sight of Medusa's creampie leaking twat. Weeks of watching video after video had left her mind worn down by all of the signals she'd taken in, hit with a harsher dose of the mental suggestions than anyone, and it rendered the perverted superheroine utterly useless to do something about this.

Only She-Hulk could have taken a horse cock all the way to the base inside of her. It would have utterly ruined any other person on the planet to have such a massive dick pushed all the way into them, and as she lay there, strapped down to a table, the neutralization serum suppressing her superhuman strength but not the innate durability of her radioactively enhanced form, her belly bulged from the swell of the oversized dick shoved up her cunt. With the horse's body drawn up and his fore hooves placed on raised platforms beside the table, the camera was able to get a view of the massive bulge in She-Hulk's midsection as her body was stretched out by the massive intrusion.

And she loved it. "I can feel it all over," she groaned, lying there weak as the horse rocked back and forth, the bulge showing the in and out of his cock head with the way it moved, his flared head particularly easy to pick out as her stomach bulged wide. "Pound my guts you big stallion! Fuck, I've always been a size queen, but this is amazing!" Drugged into the same level of madness as Medusa, She-Hulk was at least more coherent, even if it was through sheer miracle given the searing agony of having her body stretched to accommodate the massive dick of a horse. She'd subjected her body to a lot of things humans weren't meant to be able to handle, but this was pushing even that.

Actual deep vaginal penetration was almost impossible to find in bestiality, as the dangers of internal bleeding kept anyone from actually letting a horse fuck them that deep in. The fact that in real time, people could see the massive bulge in her stomach was a huge draw, and it had the chat room on the side bursting with excitement, people screaming in amazement at the fact that they were actually seeing a woman getting properly, deeply, brutally fucked by a horse. This was the holy grail, and for it to be the Amazonian green-skinned superheroine who had long since been a fetish figure for men into supers was only making it more exciting.

"Fuck me!" she growled, loud and thrashing against the table as even in her weakened state she demanded it hard and intense, the brutal use of her gaping and violated pussy. Burning up with unrepentant delight, She-Hulk was given the fuck of her life while strapped down to a table, her body as desperate as Medusa's had been, and the utterly violent treatment she received left her shuddering in bliss. Not only did she not care that it was a horse fucking her, the mental haze she was under and all of the things done to her left her reeling in excitement from the fact it was a horse. A big, proud, monstrously hung stallion whose thick cock was destroying her pussy and everything around it in the vulgar pursuit of fucking her raw.

With a mighty neigh, the horse came, her already bulging body stretched out just a little bit more as cum flooded into her, a voluminous load spilling into her body and leaving her just a bit more distended, before pulling out of her utterly ruined cunt and blasting her thighs and her stretched out green belly with even more cum. All while She-Hulk lay there, her moans turned to guttural screams as she thrashed about in the throes of debauchery and orgasmic relief, her pussy gushing clear nectar as she reached a hard squirting orgasm from the monstrous violation of her pussy.

As she calmed down, lying there bound to the table still, her pussy was gaping so wide that one of 'camera crew' shoved their arm up her twat and said, "I can't even feel anything," due to just how opened up she had been left.

Lacing the video feed with flashes of mental suggestion had been a just-in-case security precaution to help protect against the possibility of anyone watching the video who had the means to stop them, but it had turned out to be a smart move, as Kamala fucked herself through her second orgasm of the night, having gotten off twice to the sight of She-Hulk full of horse dick. This stream was dreams come true for Kamala, as the forbidden, sinful fantasies of more real heroes getting fucked by animals instead of cosplayers was coming to life. She knew it was wrong and that she needed to find some way to stop this, but she couldn't help herself. Back and forth she rocked the toy, panting as she lay slumped in her chair, legs spread, pussy leaking all over her thighs and down onto the seat. She was a wreck, and the beautiful sights of pure sin only made it better for her, as she found herself disconnected from the fact they were definitely not in their right mind, that something, or more likely many things, had them doing this against their will.

"Dog cock feels so good!" Nico cried out, face held down into the ground by the front paws of a massive Irish Wolfhound, the white furred dog dominantly keeping her face-down and ass up as he slammed his cock rapidly in and out of her tight, perky rear. "I never want to feel another dick inside of me again. I've fucked so many boys but none of them can fill me like this." She stared at the camera, crazed and drooling as she simply did not shut up, revealing herself to be not only a talker, but one with a filthy mouth as she was fucked in the ass by the largest breed of dog on the planet. "You made me into a total dog slut!"

With his tongue hanging out, the oversized wolfhound railed the witch as hard as he could, the camera drawing over to his cock and paying loving attention to the sheer size of the fat red cock that was slamming down into the slender mage's tight hole. Then down to her pussy, the puffy and cleanly trimmed mound leaking messily all over her thighs and down onto the floor. Her body had not handled an entire day of drugging and denial well, and her sloppy pussy hadn't stopped leaking for hours. She was a sopping wreck and only getting worse.

But the screams of raw delight that followed were proof enough of that. Her face twisted about in eager expression of what was happening. She stared right into the camera with 'fuck me' eyes, not even trying to play up for the audience at home, but simply not knowing how to show any other expression in her state. "My ass belongs to big, strong dogs and their hung cocks," she whined, jaw trembling as she felt her ass torn open, the biggest dick she'd ever taken stretching her back hole out and leaving her with a newfound appreciation for having her ass ravaged. "And my slutty twat too! Nngh, and my filthy mouth. I hope dogs can understand what I'm saying, because I want them all to know that I'm a whore for dogs, and that I'll gladly bend over for any of them! I don't care where or when, I'll even get on my knees in the middle of the street for one."

Who was she talking to? Even Nico didn't know for sure. Her captors, the people watching the video, the dog himself... She didn't really care. She just couldn't shut up as vulgarity and excitement burst past her lips, bubbling up aggressively and leaving her hopeless and lit up with pure bliss. All she wanted was more, drunk on the feeling of a big dick hammering in and out of her backdoor, broken down and left so desperate and needy that she not only accepted whatever pleasure she could get, but that pleasure became the most amazing thing in the world to her, and she was all too happy to swear herself to a life of devotion for it.

When the knot pushed into Nico's ass and stretched it out even more, she couldn't even speak anymore. She just screamed. Screamed and clawed at the floor, eyes rolling back as searing bliss washed over her, her mind so fucked with and worn down that the pain seemed to translate into shuddering, mad pleasure in ways that she was hopelessly torn up by. She felt so good, and nothing could stop her from embracing it with all the ragged, vulgar pleas of pure delight that put to shame any of the other girls' moans.

A few feet away, Dazzler probably would have had a lot to say too, if her throat weren't plugged with donkey dick. Sitting underneath the pack animal with her head tilted back, Alison rocked her head gladly along the length of the donkey's aching cock, gagging happily on it as she held onto the base with one hand, just to keep it steady for her relentless deepthroating. She seemed happier to be throating a donkey than any person ever rightfully should, not only slobbering all over his shaft, but keeping her legs spread and her other hand down between them, rubbing in frustration at her sopping wet twat as she didn't let being ordered to suck the donkey off stop her from finding some of the relief she craved.

Drool ran down her body as she choked and sputtered, completely blown away by the girthy animal penis buried down her gullet. It was loud and messy, a display of utter sluttiness that seemed a strong contender against all the other girls, who may ave had their minds blown by being subjected to intense bestial aggressions, but who were all at least getting fucked. Dazzler's show was a purely oral performance, and yet she didn't seem any less excited by it given the way she fingerfucked herself carelessly.

The donkey brayed and stood there, obedient even as he came, as his cock throbbed within the pulsating lining of her slick and slutty throat. He'd cummed already several times before, and Dazzler just kept sucking, gargling cock and letting his cum pump down into her stomach, as it began to swell a little from just how full of donkey sperm it had ended up being. It sloshed around inside of her, and she felt like she should have stopped, but she kept going, kept sucking and slurping, air scarce, but who needed air when there were cocks to suck?

And then finally, once the cameras had swept across the other members of A-Force, the stream returned to the team's leader. Captain Marvel had been tied to a chair and forced to watch, and she wasn't taking it very well at all. "I can't handle this! Please, give me some cock, I'm begging you!"

Kamala finally felt something shock her out of her daze. Not out of her lust, certainly, given the way a naked and trembling Carol Danvers lit up every depraved corner of a mind that had spent weeks falling further and further down. Her shuddering pussy walls clung to the curves of the dog dildo as she stared, continuing to fuck herself as she hit orgasm after orgasm to the sight of her fellow heroines falling victim to a lust for animal cock. Guilt and lust mixed together, streaked by envy as she watched them live out the fantasies too carnal and shameful for her to ever admit to craving. Paralyzed by lust, even the sight of her idol in such a lowly state couldn't shake her from it.

Carol received no answer, and she whined, head rolling back as she pleaded. "Please! I'll do anything, I promise. But I can't take it anymore. I need a dog cock in all of my holes again. It's been so long, and I can't fight it any more. I love getting fucked by dogs! Love being a slutty cum dumpster for man and animal alike, and I need it so badly. Please, let me go." Her pussy was an absolute wreck, leaking all over herself, the chair, down to the floor even. A steady river of need and quim flowing from her aching hole as she'd been hit by so much more than she could handle, the drugs and the mind control and the sight of her teammates rutted and violated while she was left without any course of action. It was maddening.

"If you want is so bad, then you're going to have to drink." One of the other 'crew' behind this shoot, who wore a mask, got behind her chair and undid the ropes behind her wrists. "Hey everyone watching, I hope you're ready for the real deal. We've got some A-Force Barnyard Gokkun 2 action right here."

Carol was pushed down to her knees as someone else put down in front of her a three gallon plastic jug--the kind meant to be placed atop a water cooler, but it wasn't water inside of it. Thick, creamy white cum sloshed about inside of it as it was put down in front of her. "Three gallons of animal jizz, and if you really want to get fucked so bad, then you're going to drink all of it down and show the world how much of a slut you really are. Go on, drink it. Show everyone that you'll down three gallons of sperm, and I'll sic three dogs on you to stuff all your holes at once."

Captain Marvel didn't even hesitate, grabbing the jug and bringing it up to her mouth, holding it upside-down as she drank. Drank like her life depended on it. All the mingling animal semen sloppily mixed together left her shuddering, taste buds agonized by all the salty, pungent flavour that she gulped down with mouthful after mouthful of desperate swallows. There wasn't a shred of dignity left in her as she threw herself carelessly and eagerly forward, drinking it all as quickly as she could, her eyes almost blanking out as she just threw herself into the debaucherous act without a care for who was watching.

And the stream's viewer counter had ticked up into the seventh digit.

The cosplay actress in the video had made a big show of enjoying the cum. And in her own special way, Carol was doing so too. But where the actress had taken to toying with each mouthful and swishing it around her mouth, all but gargling the animal jizz for the camera, the genuine article was much messier. Cum ran down her chin and spilled onto her body, covering her face and her tits with everything she didn't swallow down. She was sloppy and careless, but the moans that bubbled up from her lips spoke to just how gone she was; she was enjoying this in some filthy and twisted way.

"More," she whined, running out of breath as she raced to swallow it all down, needing to finish the bottle off quickly, needing to drain it down. Her belly was starting to swell a bit where her stomach was filling up with the better part of three whole gallons of cum, losing perhaps half a gallon onto her body in the process but otherwise holding to the demands to a degree of fervor almost too intense for her own good.

When she had wrung out every drop, she threw the bottle aside and screamed, "Fuck me!" with the ragged fury of someone whose mind was just completely gone. Her hands rubbed the animal cum all over her body, kneading her tits and caressing her face as she looked around in frustration, and thankfully, they kept their word. Three dogs ran at her at once, one pouncing her and shoving her down onto her back as he plugged her mouth with his cock and began to feverishly rut her face to the rapturous and gagging approval of the blonde, who spread her legs for the two dogs racing to be the first to claim the slick, sloppy heat of her pussy.

Kamala's cunt was firing off like a machine gun now, multi-orgasmic as the sight of her idol fallen into disgrace did things to her so deep and twisted that she knew she was no longer just a fan among the perverts; she was the worst one of all. Every skeevy message board post she'd rubbed her clit to, every vulgar remark about how A-Force should be public use cum dumps, every last objectifying misogynistic image caption on every Photoshopped fake nude all driving her wild, but the admission never hitting her until now. This was her niche for a fucking reason, and she wasn't a fan of this through circumstance, but because it was really what she wanted.

It was in that almost liberating sense of clarity, as she watched the dog get pulled off of Carol's face so that she could get onto all fours to have her ass and her pussy stuffed at the same time, that somehow Kamala felt the weight lifting off of her that had seized her. She was still horny, toes still curling as she rocked her doggy dick in and out of her sloppy twat, but her mind began to be able to think with a greater focus on other things. And out the corner of her eye, she saw something that changed everything for the better.

"They didn't disable geographic information on the broadcast. Looks like it's somewhere in Industry City. Think they're leaving it open so we can go show those super sluts what we really want to do to them?" The chat message was the lead she needed.

Timing could not have been better, as Kamala pulled 0hte toy out and pushed herself back from her computer, knowing she needed to try and stop this. Her headphones hit the desk hard and she turned off her screen, tearing herself out of her seat as she shook her head. 'I need to save them," she said, panting as her pussy dripped all over the floor. "Fuck. No, this is wrong. They need my help." She didn't have an excuse anymore, didn't have any way to pretend she wasn't able to help them. Industry Park was an old complex on the Brooklyn Waterfront with plenty of abandoned and intact factories and warehouses. Lots of places to hide a secret kidnapping and bestiality porn ring. And it was also hardly more than across the water from Jersey City, which meant she had little excuse not to get moving.

Slipping into her clothes and finding more and more boldness by the second to keep this horrible fate from continuing, Kamala was ready to spring into action. "I'm coming," she said, and wished she was saying it with a whine and her pussy gushing, but saying it as a heroic declaration on her way to rescue A-Force would have to do.

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