Nemesis Six

City of Heroes/Villains is property of NCSoft / Cryptic, and all characters and locales presented here are their registered trademarks. In no way do I possess these characters, but the story content itself was written by me, Premierdial. Also, the activities and actions depicted in this story are by no means written with the purpose of degradation to any parties involved; it is merely a work of fiction.

Please review if this story pleases you! This is my second City of Heroes fanfic.

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To Paragon City's metahuman community, she is Agent Six. A member of Omega Watch, her sleek black stealth suit aids her in her forte: infiltration and espionage. While other superheroes may be more direct and open about their pursuit of justice, she is a master of subterfuge and stealth. Sometimes she has been seen offering the most advanced secrets and training to heroes who rely on personal advancement to empower themselves: an art akin to a dragon's motions, or the latest and most efficient of military exercises.

But today, she is doing neither of these things. The Agent Six is currently on a mission to spy. She looked about – the powerful odors of Crey's Folly is always deterring, but she came prepared. She dropped her gas mask as she unlocked a side door to a warehouse within the hazard zone. This will be a cinch.

Inside, the warehouse is quite obviously not what it looks like from the exterior. Banners are hung on the walls, and the sound of almost antique machinery whirrs in the place. She discovered the existence of this Nemesis hideout by herself almost a month ago, and she'd heard unsettling rumors that a big operation was about to take place. It is Agent Six's duty to investigate and inform this to the superhero community.

She stoops low as she moved about, sinking into the shadows as she starts to progress into the base. There are guards posted, of course: the members of the Nemesis army, their uniforms red and blue, overlaid with brass breastplates and helmets. They carried rifles with bayonets attached to them. There are robots here and there, looking almost like a rustic steam-powered battle drone. Warhulks.

Agent Six is not here to fight, however. She merely creeps like nothingness as her figure passes the unwary guards, eventually slinking past the main room into a door on the side. Open, too. She found herself into a small room that looks like a worker's breakroom of some sort, only with a multitude of computers wired to the walls and tables. There are also a stack of papers on a desk, which she starts looking over.

Reaching into her pocket, the agent pulls out a small digital camera. She presses a few buttons and sets it to a high quality shot as she starts to take a picture of the pages themselves.

A click came behind her, causing her to freeze as she felt something hard pressed against her head. “Don't move,” came the voice.

A professional, she knows better than to do so. She does, however, slowly raise her hands to the air. She felt the camera being snatched from her hands, and then a smashing sound of some sort. There goes the device.

She wonders to herself who her captor is, although her stoic nature still washes over her guise. Powerful hands seized her wrists and quickly bound them behind her back, causing her to gasp slightly. “An agent of the hero crowd. Lovely.”

Before she could see who it is, the hand grabbed the monocle on the side of her head and tore it off. She winces slightly, but a piece of cloth comes over her eyes and is quickly bound behind her, effectively blindfolding her. “Unh!” she gasps.

She then felt the hands pressing down on her shoulder, very forcefully. The helpless agent dropped to her knees, incapable of fighting back against the force. Her mind raced as to thoughts of what this could be. This was not an ordinary human, but it is most definitely male. She thought she'd heard the voice before.

“You'll be a good trophy for Lord Nemesis,” the voice comments. Then she felt hands running down from her ... onto her breasts, which are plump and full-figured, expected of a mature woman such as her. The hands grasp and seize her, mashing and fondling her tits.

“You can't do this,” Agent Six protests, her lips curling down to a frown as she starts to moan. The powerful hands rip open her black stealth suit, capable of ripping apart the tough and flexible material that could even take bullets normally, exposing her breasts. She gasps again as she feels the hand now exposed, which felt cold and metallic. “No!”

The hands start down from her breasts, tearing her suit down to expose her vagina. The suit provided support for her, so she didn't have to wear underwear underneath; she felt one of the hand's fingers probe deep inside straight away, dry-fingering her to another gasp and a moan. “Don't do this. It's rape,” she protests.

“Sure it is. We're villains, we can rape women for fun,” the voice cruelly retorts. It made Agent Six wince; it certainly was disrespectful of womankind, and one of the reasons why the Nemesis army is so loathed. But she almost cursed her body for betraying her. She cannot ignore biology, and her body is telling her that the finger probing her sex is exciting her.

“Nnh ... oh, god,” she groans out. The voice cackles and mocks, “You're getting off on this. Submit now and it won't be as painful.”

The other hand seized her breasts once more, groping and fondling the mounds. The index finger and thumb comes up to pinch and twist the nipple, eliciting a sharp moan from the sexually assaulted agent. “No, no ... ohh!”

It is around then that she hears more footsteps coming into the room. “Sir, this is?” asks another masculine voice. The voice replies, in another direction, “An intruder. You can play with her.” An eager, “Yes sir!” came, which dawned disgust within her.

Her love tunnel was becoming wet when she was thrown in a direction, where she felt herself being pinged onto the chest onto another person. “Wow, you're a big-titted bitch,” he remarks. She almost retorted, before she felt something long and hard being shoved into her mouth.

“Mmmphh!” she cries out, almost immediately realizing that this man was making her blow him. The unknown assailant pumps in and out, filling her with his member, and the agent had no choice but to suck back. Her lips coil over the trouser snake as her tongue works him. Then she felt her waist being pulled up, and she went down onto her knees as she felt another going into her already wet vagina. “Mmphh!”

The stimulation was almost too much, but she felt more of her costume being torn as a third penis shoves its way into her rear. The agent almost felt like she is going to become insane as the stimulation of being three-taken in an instant overloads her, causing her to gyrate and buck almost wildly as her mouth hastens. “Woo! She's like a bronco! Go, girl!”

Her head bobs back and forth on the cock, and eventually she was 'rewarded' with a full blast of semen to the back of her throat. At the same time, her ass was grinding and receiving it in full, and it too was filled to the brim with love juice. She received a momentary burst of respite, but only to find someone fresh and new shoving his load into her. And it wasn't just her orifices receiving action; her breasts were being mashed together, groped, crushed almost painfully, by other hands, among others running over her legs and waist.

It would appear that other members were masturbating and giving her facials, because she felt more of the cum running all over her skin and hair. Her pussy was becoming somewhat sore from the chain of orgasms that she'd been forced to take and receive, as well as give. The agent lost count of how many cocks she'd sucked, and the different makes and models that she'd experienced just on this very day.

At the end of it, Agent Six was spent, all of her endurance gone by the wild orgy the Nemesis Army had pulled on her, her toggles down and defeated. She barely felt herself being further bound up, a chloroform rag stuffed in her mouth and then wrapped with a gag ontop, and then being stuffed into some wooden box of some sort. A crate, actually.

“What do we do with her?” asked a voice from afar.

“Oh, let's see... Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, Freedom Corps,” the voice said in a mocking tone. Then, the crate was closed.