The Tournament of Heroes - A New Mission

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White, sparkling light sprayed out of Mr. Spectacular’s pointed fingers. Maya ducked underneath his assault, behind her the white light peppered concrete walls and toppled vehicles, blasting the concrete to pieces and launching the cars away. Maya cackled, balancing on her palms, making herself light as a feather. She spread her legs out and spun violently, smacking Mr. Spectacular’s wrists with her sneakered heels. Her catsuit kept all her feminine parts firmly in place during the maneuver, putting on what would have been a delightful show for the super hero. Unfortunately, today was not his day.

Mid spin, she sprang to her feet, landing inside his guard. Mr. Spectacular didn’t even get to yelp, Maya’s hand was already winded back, and careening straight for his bulge. The pro-hero looked in her eyes with sheer terror as her palm crashed into his balls with a meaty squelch. Mr. Spectacular curled around the bratty girls dainty hand, shooting his butt out and lobbing a glob of spittle from the force of impact.

\*NONONONONO! Mr. Spectacular screamed internally, tears pooling his eyes and. He couldn’t believe it, not again!

“You got a real ass on you mister,” Maya joked, Mr. Spectacular was bent at the hip, shivering in her grip. She eyed his round, muscular rear, quivering in pain in all its masculine glory, all while pressing his balls together. “It’s got a real wobble-“

Maya clenched her fist around Mr. Spectacular’s balls. He howled in high-pitched agony, clawing his meaty palms at Maya, reaching up and grabbing anything for balance. He wrapped his hands around her thin waist, her fat ass just underneath his fingers. His stomach churned with acid and bile, Mr. Spectacular did all he could to hold back tears, staring at the scene before him.

Behind his scantily clad opponent was utter, humiliating chaos. Two identical brunettes, in the same mouthwatering leather as Maya, were demolishing multiple SWAT teams and heroes, the parking lot was littered with men cradling their obliterated balls. His own two sidekicks laid in crumpled heaps of male anguish, defeated seconds ago, and in seconds, by Maya with a few quick snap kicks to their balls. Of course, given her ability, her arched instep hit like a sledgehammer against their weak bulges.

“*Oh my god… No!*” Mr. Spectacular choked through tears, his heart was pounding in mortal fear. Maya had both of his balls firmly in her grasp. Maya smirked at the pro hero squirming in her grip.

Mr. Spectacular’s whimpers were morphed into anguished splutters. Maya not only increased the pressure on his balls, tightening her fist, but she also began to twist his manly sack. His legs wobbled and he shook inside her unyielding fingers. He cried out-

“Heyyyyyy,” Maya purred, furrowing her brow just as one of the twins ducked underneath a desperate swing from a SWAT officer. She fired an uppercut from the ground, an invisible force around her fist kicked up rock and asphalt as her strike rocketed towards her two, helpless targets. Her punch crashed into the SWAT officer’s balls lifting him completely off his feet, a sharp, shattering crack echoed in the night.

“Don’t I know you?” Maya paid no kind to the decimated man howling for his destroyed balls. With her free hand, Maya shoved Mr. Spectacular against the wall, her palm sinking into his muscular chest. She locked eyes with Mr. Spectacular, her blue eyes twinkling with a familiar glow as she watched the muscular man crumble into a puddle of tears.

Mr. Spectacular clenched his jaw and shut his eyes from the pain, shaking his head up and down violently.

“That’s right!” Maya scoffed. “You’re that hero from Halloween! Man, talk about bad luck, huh mister?”

Mr. Spectacular nodded desperately, his heart dropping. The other brunette was sauntering after Multi-Form, who was crawling away on all fours crying. His two sidekicks were face down and ass up on the asphalt, their naked asses writhed in pain and their ballsacks bubbled between their fingers, an effect of her power. The brunette lazily punted Multi-Forms testicles with her shin, rolling her eyes at his wailing.

“Yeah, pretty embarrassing for all of you, huh?” Maya snickered, drawing his eyes back to her. “I mean, you lost to me last time in five seconds, but getting your nuts squished *just* as fast this time is pretty pathetic.”

“*Pleaaaase*,” Mr. Spectacular squealed, his eyes trailing his curvy opponents body. Falling on her swollen breasts, pressing out of her catsuits open zipper. “*My balls… you’re crushing them!*”

Maya ignored him, flicking her eyes to her chest, smirking. “They’ve gotten bigger since last time huh?”

Mr. Spectacular looked at Maya fearfully, she tightened her grip once more, eliciting a sharp shriek from his lips.

“My ass is fatter too,” Maya winked.

Camellia, the brunette that could manipulate forcefields, blocked a downward swing from a SWAT officer with her forearm. An inch of empty space was between her bone and the club. Before he could move, she delivered a nut-squelching kick between his legs, forcing him to share the same hellish fate as his entire team. The SWAT officer crumbled to the floor, howling like the rest of his men.

“I feel kinda bad mister,” Maya pouted, rising to her tip toes, slightly lifting Mr. Spectaculars balls with her. He sputtered, and she put her face inches from his, his heart pounded from her scent and gaze. “I mean I beat you so easily twice now.”

“*Pleaaaase*,” Mr. Spectacular begged. “*Let go of my balls. I’ll… I’ll go!”*

“Nooooo,” Maya cooed, much to the squealing protests of Mr. Spectacular. Another chorus of squeals erupted behind her too, Jasmine was boiling two SWAT members testicles. “I’m *going* to crush your ballsies. Buuuuut let’s call this a reward for trying so hard. I’ll give you a choice-“

Maya withdrew her hand from Mr. Spectacular’s balls, but she held him firm against the wall with her other hand. He gasped, unable to move. How was she so strong??

Maya ran her free hand over her flesh.

“I can squish your face in my titties while I obliterate your ballsies,” Maya purred, sinking her fingers into her cleavage. She then brushed them over her ass. “Orrrr you can squeeze my ass.”

Mr. Spectacular ceased his crying. He was a hero, a man of noble morality and discipline. But his will was shattered, his strength was withered. This girl before him was half his age, he should rebuff her. But he was in so much pain, and any comfort was welcome.

“I think I know,” Maya snickered, lightly tugging on her zipper. It was halfway down her chest. “You’re a boob guy, huh?”

Mr. Spectacular wept softly, confirming with a nod. He couldn’t believe he was completely being dominated by this bratty girl half his size.

“You ready to get a face-full of them?” Maya grinned, dragging the zipper to its lowest point, her tits spilled out of her catsuit, revealing a canyon of cleavage.

Mr. Spectacular whimpered and nodded. Before he knew it, Maya had grabbed him by the back of the head and buried his face in her chest, suffocating him between her soft chest balloons.

“*I’m going to break your ballsies*,” Maya purred in his ear, squeezing him tight in her cleavage. “*So kiss and squeeze while you can.”*

Mr. Spectacular, weak-willed and pathetic, complied, kissing Maya’s breasts and cupping them with shivering hands. For this fraction of a second he was overwhelmed with her soft flesh, with her warmth.

“Man you’re strong,” Maya moaned, feeling him mangle her tits with his firm hands. “How pathetic.”

Maya sprang her knee into Mr. Spectacular’s soft bulge, flattening his balls against his pelvis. Mr. Spectacular screamed into Maya’s tits, her massive boobs muffled his high-pitched wails. She withdrew her knee, and popped the other one into his balls.

Mr. Spectacular’s world cracked and fractured, Maya marched knee after knee into his fragile balls, battering his testicles with unreal force. Maya broke out in laughter, mocking and giggling about his weak balls. Each impact of bone on flesh dragged him deeper into an abyss of agony, and the whole while his face was buried between the perfect breasts of the ballbusting angel, and he soaked them with his tears.

*CRUUUUUUUNCH*!!!

Maya finished Mr. Spectacular with a debilitating knee, letting go of him and driving him up against the wall with it, scrambling his testicles. Mr. Spectacular unleashed a scream at the top of his lungs from the blow, his hands shakily clapped onto her knee.

“You’re welcome mister,” Maya winked, drawing her knee back. “Now cry for your ballsies like a good boy.”

Mr. Spectacular obeyed, collapsing to the ground, smacking the asphalt with his face, and screaming. He wailed and spasmed and cried, his entire body was turned to jelly from the pain, all emanating from his pulped testicles. Maya spun on her heels, leaving the super hero ruined and shattered.

*Hmm*, Maya shrugged internally, surveying the massacre before her. Camellia and Jasmine were really wrecking house, without effort too. *Guess they don’t really need my help.*

Maya took several steps back, peering over her shoulder. She was directly above Mr. Spectacular’s weeping face, scrunched together and howling like a toddler’s.

“I’m tirrrred,” Maya yawned, stretching her arms up and grinning. She dropped her butt down, sitting directly on his face.

Mr. Spectacular groaned into her fat ass, his cries were muffled by her cheeks. Before long, he was clawing at her round butt.

“Thanks for the seat,” Maya smirked, wiggling her butt on his face, pressing herself deeper into him. “Bitches make great chairs.”

Maya watched the twins slaughter their opponents with a wide grin. Jasmine heated a SWAT members crotch, his cup was now malleable and soft. She rocketed her sneaker into his balls, denting the cop against his massive bulge, squishing his nuts into his pelvis.

Camellia sprinted toward a particularly terrified SWAT member, she had just pummeled his two members nuts with her fists. He desperately ripped a hard-armored plate out from one of his prone fellow officers jacket, pinning it between his legs, in a pathetic attempt to protect his fragile masculinity. Camellia swung her long leg forward, wrapping her shoe in a force field. She shattered the plate, and drove the tip of her shoe into both of his balls.

“They’re really messing them up,” Maya cooed, grinding herself on Mr. Spectacular’s face.

“Really?” A voice sneered from behind her, it was snide and deep. Maya looked over her shoulder, a sly smile crossing her lips.

Reaper, one of the three Friars brothers, emerged from behind a tossed over SWAT van. He was covered in cracked bone-armor, and he carried a scythe, which dripped with blood. He nodded at Maya, gesturing at her choice of seat.

“Jealous?” Maya bobbed her eyebrows up and down, smiling viciously at the lean super-villain. He averted his eyes from her own. “Don’t worry, you’re still my favorite seat.”

Reaper pursed his lips at the jab. Since Maya took over Cardicorp, the Friar’s officially became lethal arms of Project Alpha, meaning they now lived at headquarters with Maya. A few months and Maya had become quite fond of Reaper in particular, their sparring sessions always ended quite satisfyingly.

“You get the package?” Maya asked.

“Yeah,” Reaper answered, tossing a small computer drive to Maya, she caught it in one hand. She eyed his bone-blade, dripping crimson ichor. Reaper shook his head. “I left them alive, like you ordered.”

“Good boy,” Maya grinned, eying the drive. Their target this time was Mercaldo Exchange, some financial institution that \*wasn’t a bank. She didn’t quite understand any of the specifics, but orders were orders. And Reaper did his job. “I knew I could count on you.”

“I don’t care about your thanks,” Reaper muttered. “Will I still…”

“What?” Maya asked, frowning. Reaper finally met her eyes, a ravenous hunger was etched in every line on his face. Maya snickered, finally understanding. “Ohhh… right. Your reward-“

Maya wriggled herself more firmly on Mr. Spectacular, suffocating him with her round cheeks. Reaper folded his hands above his crotch, clenching his jaw.

“The last one was… good,” Reaper whispered through clenched teeth.

“Are you embarrassed, Reaper?” Maya purred, running her fingers on her butt filling out on either side of her. Her ass folded in from the pressure of her finger tips. “Can’t wait to get under me again?”

Reaper grumbled, shifting on his feet. Maya giggled.

“Why did we have to bring *bone-guy?*” Jasmine pouted, she was holding a SWAT officer’s legs up and apart by the ankles, chambering her knee up against her heaving breasts. “I want Sangy.”

“NONONOOOOO-“ The SWAT officer’s plea was cut off and transformed into a howl as Jasmine pistoned her heel straight down, trampling his balls.

Jasmine had been blowing and fucking Sanguis, the oldest of the Friars, religiously. The man barely left his room, it was like he was chained to the bed. Though some nights, he was.

“At least you get a boytoy,” Camellia cawed, jabbing her last male opponent in the chest with her shoe, knocking him on his back. Camellia gripped his steel baton with both hands, winding it back like she was about to swing a golf club.

“PLEASE! DONT! ILL DO ANYTHING!” The SWAT Commander screamed, waving his hands back and forth.

Camellia rolled her eyes, she swung the baton between the commander’s legs in a blur of motion, the wind wrapped around the club. The baton crashed into the SWAT Commander’s fat bulge with apocalyptic force; she swung so hard he slid several feet back.

“MYYYYYYYYYY BALLLLLLLLLLLS!” The SWAT Commander cried out, curling in on himself.

“I only got to fuck Tony once before the Director locked him up,” Camellia whined. “Why did we have to get rid of him??”

“Ew, you fucked him?” Jasmine gasped. “He’s like… old. And fat. And gross- ewwwww-“

“Oh, my bad,” Camellia snapped. “A young, hot girl fucking an old guy- *that’s* never happened before.”

“It’s not just one,” Jasmine retorted. “Your type is fat, old loser. It’s gross-“

“‘Sangy’ is older than you, why you fucking him??”

“He’s like ten years older than me, not thirty! You’re just trying to fuck dad with that age gap.”

“I’m not trying to fuck dad,” Camellia rolled her eyes. “I like fucking *dad’s*, I have abandonment issues, get your psychotic analysis bullshit straight.”

“It’s Psycho Analysis, you psycho,” Jasmine spat.

“\*Jeeeeesuuuus,” Camellia groaned. “You take one fucking class-“

“*We*! We took it!”

The twins bickering continued, falling down every rabbit hole it could. Maya snickered, the two nineteen year old girls were shouting at one another, jumping up and down, crossing their arms, completely surrounded by broken man. Two hero teams and six SWAT teams, a total of thirty strong, powerful, dangerous men and all of them were currently sobbing for their shattered ego’s and squashed testicles. While the two girls responsible argued over some professor Camellia fucked, completely unscathed.

Reaper groaned, Maya smirked. She knew he wanted to intervene, tell them to shut up. But he wouldn’t. Not after the last time he mouthed off to the girls- that was an entertaining day.

“Don’t worry, stud,” Maya finally purred, hopping off Mr. Spectacular. Reaper turned to look at her. “We’ll get going soon and you can get your reward.”

*That Night, In A Compound at an Undisclosed Location*

*THWACK! THWACK! THUNK!*

Reaper growled, checking Camellia’s roundhouse kick with his shin, overlaid with an extra-hard layer of bone. Camellia’s forcefield wrapped around her own shin caused Reaper’s armor to crack, but nothing more. Reaper shoved her kick back, Camellia beamed as she ducked underneath a bone-knuckled hook, still crouched low, she pivoted on her front foot and dart forward, taking his back. But before she could launch any sort of assault, multiple, dull, bones sprang out of Reaper’s back. Camellia yelped, leaping away.

“She’s not doing too bad,” The Director commented, Maya shrugged. In an uncharacteristic move, the Director joined Maya, Camellia, and Reaper in the training room rather than viewing the match from the observation room.

Camellia complained the entire way back to headquarters, specifically about the ease of their job. All the big SWAT guys were pussies, they cried like little girls the second she crushed their balls. Even the heroes were nothing but big wimps. During their drive, Camellia challenged Reaper to a quick sparring match, a challenge he swiftly rejected.

Of all the Friar Brothers, Reaper was the most martially skilled. He had not lost a single match to either of the twins, and even gave Marcos some trouble. Camellia begged and begged for them to fight, stating she finally was getting used to her powers and could take him. Reaper did not care, he didn’t want to waste his evening sparring a brat. Camellia even dangled her body as a prize if he won, but he didn’t budge. Until Maya joined in, informing Reaper that if he won he’d get to have both her and Camellia at the same time. Reaper, despite his stoicism, could not hide his lust. He accepted.

Upon arrival to headquarters, Maya informed the Director of the match and asked if she could wait for the debrief until after. To her surprise, The Director enthusiastically stated she’d join Maya; she would do the debrief while they watched. Jasmine had no interest in the match, she opted to go mess with the boys. Particularly Tremor, who was showering.

Maya found herself unable to look at the Director. She was… scary. Or inspiring. Maya didn’t know what it was. The Director was in the only attire Maya had ever seen her in; a dark clock and robe. Maya, none of the iterations of Project Alpha knew what she looked like. Only that her lips were red, and her breasts could not be hidden from any amount of cloth. The Director was their faceless commander.

Camellia gracefully weaved through a flurry of punches and kicks from Reaper, spinning away from his strikes. Her tight, bubble butt had a firm bounce to it. Reaper sneered, a long club of bone seeped out of his palm.

“How are your new lieutenants adjusting to Lillith’s mark?” The Director asked, nodding at Reaper.

“Fine, I guess,” Maya frowned.

“The power boost is already evident,” The Director’s red lips curled slightly. “I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

*She knows?* Maya kept her face expressionless. Of course she did, the Director was no fool. “They’ve all gotten bigger where it counts.”

“That’s good,” The Director breathed. “It is not an easy thing to undergo Lillith’s marking.”

“It’s not *really* a punishment though,” Maya rolled her eyes, unable to contain her jealousy. She shouldn’t feel possessive of Reaper but she did. And Lillith’s ritual was… definitely something to be jealous of.

“Men are fragile,” The Director countered. “Submission is often humiliating to them.”

Camellia blocked three blows from Reaper’s club, her final block shattered the club to pieces. Reaper grimaced, Camellia yipped and leapt after him.

“Speaking of your new servants,” The Director continued. “How is Cardicorp performing under new leadership?”

“It’s a pain in the ass,” Maya hissed. “We chose the wrong time to take over, that *bitch* keeps intercepting shipments.”

“Teleflash?”

“Why don’t we send Raven after her?” Maya growled, refusing to acknowledge the question was an outright confession she could not handle the teleporting bitch. “She’s causing problems every fucking second we relax.”

“Raven’s ability is valuable,” The Director answered. “To defeat someone like Teleflash she would need to expend a good deal of power. The cost is too great.”

“She’s trying to draw her out, fucking up all our warehouses,” Maya said.

“Indeed,” The Director nodded. “But one hero, even one as strong as Teleflash, is not worth our efforts. Besides, her disruptions are not truly affecting us.”

“What does that mean?”

The Director did not immediately answer. She fixed her eyes on the sparring match. Camellia was a sight of grace, dancing and leaping around her much larger, male opponent. She had spread her targeted strikes, forcing him to defend not only his enormous, fragile bulge but also the rest of his body.

“I believe you have something for me?” The Director asked, holding out an open hand.

“Right,” Maya nodded, digging into her cleavage. She withdrew the drive Reaper gave her, placing it in the Director’s palm.

“Excellent,” The Director said. “I assume the mission went well?”

“Everything went off without a hitch,” Maya replied. “Though, there are gonna be about thirty full grown, emasculated men on the news.”

“Not too surprising,” The Director smirked. Reaper parried two strikes from Camellia, with a roar he picked his knee up and jammed his boot into her stomach. Camellia gasped, tumbling backwards, but she landed in her feet unharmed. She had conjured a force field just in time. “I think it’s time you knew our plan. Or at least the next stage of it.”

“Oh?” Maya finally turned to face the Director. Only the top iterations, like Raven or Tremor, were privy to the Director’s grand plan. “Am I getting promoted?”

“Hmph,” The Director grinned. “Raven is still in charge of your squad. But while she’s away on her assignment, I’ll be needing you to take lead on this next mission.”

“Why not Tremor? Or Shift?”

“I need someone I can trust to get the job done,” The Director answered. “Someone that can’t get beaten by a teenager that played soccer.”

Maya smirked. It might have been flattery, but it was working. “So what’s the job?”

“You’re going to Hades Belly,” The Director said, Maya’s jaw dropped, she Bo longer paid attention to the duel between Reaper and Camellia. “There is someone I want you to retrieve.”

“Hades Belly?” Maya scoffed. “The maximum security prison island in the middle of nowhere, with the Number 8 Hero guarding it 24/7, *that* Hades Belly?”

“Correct.”

“Well,” Maya scoffed. “You’re damn right I get to know the plan. It’s one thing to rob banks, but this- oh fuck that, Director-“

“Do you know who owns Hades Belly, Maya?” The Director asked with an amused smile on her lips.

Maya furrowed her brow. “The government?”

“So you’d think,” The Director smirked. “But who owns the government?”

Maya’s frown creased even deeper into her forehead. “The people?”

The Director almost fell out of her seat, a vicious, cackling wheeze escaped her lips.

“No, dear girl, though you know that,” The Director reset herself, breathing in deeply. “The man who owns Hades Belly is the same man who owns the banks you’ve robbed. He, or one of the CEO’s of one of his companies, owns Mercaldo Exchange, the drive you just stole for me. He owns the little security and tech firm you robbed on Halloween. He is even a ‘silent’ benefactor in Project Alpha-“

“He what?” Maya’s eyes widened. “I don’t understand. Does he know we’ve been fucking up all his companies?”

“He does.” The Director nodded.

“Why would he do that? Why would he let us just steal his money?”

“Oh, money is the least of his concerns,” The Director waved dismissively. “Men like him have their money protected, whatever money we’ve stolen he’s gotten a payout on, not to mention a percentage from what we’ve taken.”

“Huh,” Maya scoffed. “I guess that’s pretty smart.”

“A chess player isn’t a genius if they start the game with sixteen queens and then win. Do not mistake power for ingenuity.”

“Okay, but why?” Maya asked. “Why send us off to fight all these heroes and cops, for money that we already have?”

“Proof of concept,” The Director answered. “Training. And preparation.”

“I don’t understand.”

The Director breathed in deeply, taking a quick glance at the match between Reaper and Camellia. Somewhere during their conversation the rhythm of the fight had changed, Reaper was not fighting reluctantly anymore. He was throwing his heart into his kicks and punches, creating weapons and shields to combat Camellia’s forcefields. Almost, desperately.

“Our benefactor is the most powerful man in the world,” The Director said simply. “Every cabal, every secret and open organization of elites, every billionaire company that violates human rights, every country that falls, he’s in on it. In one way or another. We are just another project, part of a much larger scheme.”

“Like taking over the world?” Maya asked.

“Oh, no nothing so silly,” The Director scoffed. “He already owns the world, he doesn’t need us for that. No, just a way for him to increase his profits. He’ll use us to start whatever war or crisis is needed to surge his earnings.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Evil often is.”

“Why break into Hades Belly if he owns it?” Maya asked.

“There is a man both he and I want out,” The Director answered.

“Who?”

“Magneti.”

Maya sat back in her seat, shocked into silence. Magneti. *The* super villain. The one that forced First Dimension to go all out. A man who could control and command the literal laws of electromagnetism. *What the hell am I part of?*

She dragged her gaze to the match, Repaer was becoming a wild animal. He was covered in bone, and firing pellets after Camellia, sprinting around the mat.

“Would you like to know why?” The Director asked.

“I don’t know,” Maya answered honestly. “I don’t think so.”

“Smart girl,” The Director grinned.

Maya bit the inside of her cheeks. Were they pawns of whoever this man was? Was The Director using both him and Maya for her own ends? Was this what Maya was put through the Iteration program for? Was this why her friends died? Forty four successful iterations of Serum X, over five hundred failures, all for… what?

“So, we’re breaking into a prison.” Maya said dryly, fixing her eyes on the match. It appeared to be coming to a close.

“That you are.”

“NO!” Reaper screamed rasply, violently swinging a bone-club in an arc, aimed at Camellia’s head. The force of his swing ever so slightly dragged his front foot out, squaring his stance.

Camellia giggled, ducking to the side and loading her arm far back, turning her torso with the wind-up. Building tension like a rubber band. In a split-second, all that tension released, and she twisted in the other direction, dragging her reinforced fist along the mat, tearing the fabric.

“CUP CHECK!” Camellia bellowed.

Reaper watched with mortal fear, his stoic facade had completely vanished. Camellia blasted an uppercut from hell right between his legs, her fist crashed into his reinforced cup with obliterating force. It was almost as though it gave no reason, the bone shattered into a million pieces with a sharp crack, and then Camellia’s fist sank into Reaper’s fleshy balls, squishing them into his pelvis.

Reaper’s breath ripped out of him in a garbled wheeze, he was lifted to his toes from the force of Camellia’s life-changing uppercut. Time stilled, for what seemed like an eternity, but was really one second, the two were frozen in place. Reaper with his knees knocked together, his eyes puddling with bitchy tears, his entire body wrapped around Camellia’s tiny fist. And Camellia, a smug smile painted across her face, and her clenched fist wrist deep in her fragile opponents balls.

Time resumed, Reaper howled as he crumpled to the ground in a heap of male-agony and Camellia squealed, jumping up and down excitedly.

“I DID IT!” Camellia celebrated, her perky breasts and firm, bubble butt bounced with each bunny-hop. “I BEAT HIM!”

Reaper, in perfect contrast, whimpered pathetically, his face in the mat and his ass in the air. His entire body trembled, each wave of pain brought on new heights of debilitating anguish. From *one* uppercut. The pain was too much, Reaper’s quiet groans spiraled into open sobs, his tears puddled around him.

“Well done,” The Director nodded at Camellia, the young brunette beamed at the praise. “And you’ve only had your powers for a few weeks.”

Camellia’s grin grew, she dropped her gaze to Reaper, curled in on himself and weeping. A mischievous light flickered in her brown eyes.

“Just ooooooone more thing,” Camellia twittered, skipping behind Reaper. Biting her lip and winking, she flicked her finger out twice.

Completely against his will, Reaper’s hands were ripped from his scrambled ballsack, and pinned to the floor from an invisible force. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, he felt the same force claps onto his ankles, fixing them in position. His butt was in the air, and his legs were open \*just enough.

“NO!” Reaper begged, his voice several octaves higher. “NO! PLEASE DONT-“

“Finallllyyyyy,” Camellia cackled, closing one eye and fixing her hands in front of her face, placing Reaper’s swollen balls in a frame. “I was waiting for you to sound like your brothers.”

“Get readyyyyyyy, tough guy,” Camellia ignored his pleas, winding her leg back, taking aim. Her foot was wrapped in a force-field. “This is gonna hurt.”

Reaper screamed, begging for mercy. But Camellia didn’t listen, she rocketed the top of her sneaker into Reaper’s fat balls with all her strength. Reaper’s entire body lifted from the force of her kick, but his wrists and ankles held him to the ground. Camellia held her foot in place, squishing his testicles with her force field.

“MYYYYYYYYY BALLLLLLLLLLS!” Reaper howled at the top of his lungs. “MYYYYYYYYYY BALLLLLLLLLS!”

Camellia giggled, retracting her foot and skipping around Reaper, dancing and laughing at his pathetic defeat.

“It’s okayyyyy,” Camellia cooed over Reaper’s wailing. “I’ll still suck your cock. Once it starts working again.”

“Do I get to pick my team?” Maya asked.

Reaper retched, the pain was so overwhelming he puked. His cries became unintelligible.

“Some,” The Director replied. “Marcos has already volunteered. He was very insistent.”

“What about the other boys?” Maya asked. “Tremor, Shift?”

“Tremor is not… subtle enough for this sort of mission,” The Director answered. “However, Shift will be joining you.”

“Probably shouldn’t take too many more,” Maya said, moreso to herself than the director, her eyes were fixed on the broken man sobbing in a puddle of his own tears and bile. “The twins. Maybe ball-breath over there.”

“The size of your team is completely up to you,” The Director said. “However, keep in mind this is a mission that will require stealth. Too many players and you’ll be caught before you reach your target.”

“Yeah,” Maya sighed, locking her jaw. Hades Belly. At least she could scope out her new home if she gets caught. *Fuck it*. “When do we leave?”

“When he recovers,” The Director smirked.

Camellia had released her force fields, kicking Reaper onto his back. She straddled his chest, sliding down his body. She began teasing his cock, lifting herself above him.

“Well,” Maya said, as Camellia brought her ass down on Reaper’s balls, crushing them. Reaper screamed once more. “That’s gonna be a while.”

*Our villains receive their new mission! Dive into the belly of the beast! And release the devil himself! Who will they find in Hades Belly? Why does Marcos want to go? Will they accomplish their mission? First, a lengthy hiatus for a tired author, and then the continuation of the Tournament of Heroes! Game Two! Hostage Crisis!*