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The Ultimate DCU Assassin vs Marvel’s Sensational Squirrel Girl
By JD joandoe@gmail.com

Description (part 2): Lex Luthor forcefully impregnates Squirrel Girl after the assassin captures her. Can she and her daughters in Squirrel Squad Six save the day?

Content Codes: F/F, M/F, rape, nc, snuff, vio, ws/gs, incest, necro, anal, oral, int, mast, fing, tit, voy, scat, first, cann, (+6FV, +1FV, stab, acid cum, imp, dis, bled, gun, fire)

Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own any of DC or Marvel’s characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.

Part 2: Squirrel Squad Six Assemble!

Nearly a month had passed when Squirrel Girl awoke in a warm forest glade. The leafy branches of a tree shaded the plucky mutant superheroine from the bright sun that shone down onto the grass. Just for a moment, she couldn’t remember how she came to be in the forest, or anything since leaving the headquarters of the Great Lakes Champions. She tried to move, and found that besides her eyelids, and the very tip of her tail, she was paralysed.

Memory slowly filled in as she listened to the chattering songs of the birds. How Thanos’ attack had transported her to a cave, and she’d been too disoriented to fight back against the murderer there. How she’d been tied up really tightly and raped. A tear formed at the corner of each of Squirrel Girl’s eyes as she remembered the agony and humiliation of her multiple violations. She also recalled feeling grossly pregnant and, then giving birth.

Squirrel Girl couldn’t lift her head from the side to look at herself, but it seemed that she was as lithe and lean as she had before this nightmarish story arc began. She didn’t even feel sore in her heiny anymore, and she’d felt so very sore with all those men holding her bottom and pumping their things into it. She’d also felt hard rubber pushed in there!

“She’s awake! Why’s she awake?”

Six strangely familiar faces leaned over Squirrel Girl. The girls all had the same freckled cheeks, big front teeth and eye colour as Squirrel Girl. Some of them had the same hair colour, while two apparent identical twins had ginger hair (the same tone as Lex Luthor’s would be, if he didn’t shave his head). Their breasts were bigger; their bubble butts even more pert – Luthor wanted his offspring to have every advantage – but otherwise they closely resembled their mom.

“Sedative wasn’t strong enough. Out of the artificial coma early. It’ll be all right; the paralysis will wear off in a little while. Don’t force movement, it’ll come.”

Neither of the speakers had Squirrel Girl’s Wisconsin influenced New York accent, instead speaking with refined Metropolis tones. All six girls were between 5’4 and 5’6 inches tall, and each had a big bushy squirrel tail to match her hair colour, as Squirrel Girl saw when they moved around her a little. She realised that the same despicable trick that had made her give birth so soon had raised her daughters without her.

They’d had their first walk in the park without her, hoarded their first nuts, maybe even talked to squirrels without her to guide them. Squirrel Girl had dreamed of having children with Speedball someday, and yet now she had daughters who looked slightly older than she did at 18. Their costumes were modelled on Squirrel Girls, with a different colour for five – (dark) Red, (dark) Blue, Purple, Black, (dark) Green – and one with a white torso’d costume. That was the girl who looked closest in appearance to Squirrel Girl herself. They all had more advanced equipment than Squirrel Girl’s belt of nuts, too, from high tech gizmos to weapons. The squirrel girl in white spoke,

“Hi, I’m Squirrel White,” she introduced herself, “I’m the field leader of Squirrel Squad Six and we’re rescuing you! I bet you can guess the others’ names!”

The squad giggled. Squirrel Girl thought how cute it was. She always looked on the positive optimistic side, and a superteam named after her sounded really cool. Almost nobody had a superteam actually named after them.

“We got all this really fast training imprinted on our minds. We were supposed to be a fake superhero team, and really working for Mr Luthor. However our natural squirrel goodness overcame our evil, evil father! When we broke into the computer systems we found out you were being held in the nearby facility as a prisoner.

We got you, and we also got this nifty dagger that works against Mr Luthor’s cloned assassin in case he comes after us! Anything else, we can deal with as a team!”

Squirrel White unsheathed the weapon from the lead-lined sheath. It had been made of an alloy of metal and kryptonite, and was quite deadly to a Kryptonian, or a cloned Kryptonian. Luthor had had it made as a last resort against his clone, in case any of the remote gene decomposition triggers failed.

“Okay, we took a wrong turning so we left you here until we’d climbed trees and found out where to go. We’re all super tree climbers, and the squirrels let us know where the road is. We’re going to go to the Justice League of America and ask them to help us with Mr Luthor and help you go home to your own Earth!”

That came as a shock. Squirrel Girl realised she must be on a cross-dimensional adventure like every hero was supposed to go on at some point. With six daughters even older than her, her continuity was in danger of becoming more tangled than Jean Grey’s. The paralysis meant she couldn’t say a word in reply, or even smile to express her joy that all the bad stuff was over and she was going home.

Then a red and blue blur hit dropped down from the sky and Squirrel White was gone. When the blur stopped one hundred feet above the glade, the assassin held Squirrel White just under the shoulders. He pulled sideways hard on each arm, and before she could stab him, her arms tore away from her body with a wet ripping noise. The assassin flung each one wide across the treetops, and then caught Squirrel White as she started to fall.

Squirrel Girl and the five remaining members of Squirrel Squad Six still on the ground heard her scream of agony as the pain hit. Squirrel White realised she was already dead; she just hoped the others would get Squirrel Girl to safety. The assassin brought his knee up between her legs hard enough to shatter her pelvis. The agony destroyed her coherent thought, and the crotch of her costume darkened with piss. The assassin lifted the partially dismembered girl until he could bring his forehead down into her face.

The sickening impact didn’t just break Squirrel White’s nose, it shattered her face. Her eyes burst under the pressure of the blow, and her nose turned concave. Fragments of skull dug into her frontal lobes, and suddenly she couldn’t even recall her name. Blood was pumping in shorter spurts from her arm stumps as she hung limply in the assassin’s arms. He slammed his knee again into her crotch, as hard as he could. His super strength meant he tore through her cutn and ended up with his leg sticking through Squirrel White’s stomach

The assassin pulled his knee out from Squirrel White, and laughed as mushed organs dropped freely from the gaping wound towards the forest below. He adjusted his grip, and threw her hard down towards a thick tree branch.

She was impaled right between her breasts, and the end of the branch burst out of her back, dragging her vertebrae with it. As she slid down to the tree trunk, her intestines were snagged on the branch and pulled out behind her, while bloody viscera continued to empty through her annihilated crotch. Squirrel White died flat against the tree, a pathetic mess.

Squirrel Girl’s paralysis meant she was forced to watch her daughter’s brutal murder. The brutal assault on Squirrel White had taken only a couple of minutes, but the remainder of Squirrel Squad Six hadn’t stood idle. Their training imprints meant they could adjust fast. Squirrel Green took off immediately through the trees after the dagger, as it was the only weapon that stood a chance of hurting the assassin.

The others took up fighting stances, ready to move as a group. The ginger haired twins Squirrel Black and Squirrel Purple stood behind Squirrels Blue and Red. Squirrel Red looked close to tears at the punishment being meted out to Squirrel White, but the trauma training was far stronger in the others. Squirrel Girl lay to the side, able to move her hands, and watch them, but unable to speak yet.

Squirrel Blue rapidly spoke, “We must have missed a tracking device. Otherwise, there’s no way Luthor shouldn’t have diverted his resources after the red herrings. Okay, we need to…”

Squirrel Girl’s eyes grew wide as the twins drew guns from their belt holsters, and pointed them at the backs of Red and Blue’s knees. They moved with a fearful symmetry, and Squirrel Girl realised what they were going to do before they pulled their triggers. Squirrel Squad Six had been betrayed from within by Luthor’s favourites. The only family tie they cared about was to their father, and to each other. While the other members of Squirrel Squad Six were virgins, the twins had been secretly fucking each other ever since they came out of the growth tanks.

The guns were silenced, and made the faintest ‘thrb,’ as the soft-nosed rounds hit the back of Blue and Red’s right knees. The soft-nosed rounds almost took each girl’s right off. Purple and Black retargeted before their sisters had even fallen, and put another bullet through their other kneecap. Squirrel Blue and Squirrel Red fell screaming and writhing to the floor. Blood bumped out around shattered kneecaps, and ragged ended bones poked through the flesh.

They knew if they stepped in close to finish off their sisters, they’d open up to deadly revenge assaults. Squirrel Black had her hand in her costume pants, and Squirrel Purple followed her example. Blood pumped into the grass as each twin’s movement matched the other, and they aimed at the base of Red and Blue’s tails. It was a difficult shot, with them shaking and writhing, but they nailed it.

Blood sprayed from just above each of the fallen girl’s asses as their tails fell to the side, totally severed. Just the elbows to do now, and even though Squirrel Red realised they’d be targeting her arms next, she wasn’t able to move fast enough as her sisters shot out the joints. Squirrel Blue just screamed and screamed as her elbows were blasted apart. The twins sheathed their guns, and looked up. High above, the assassin had pulled his cock from his costume pants and begun stroking it. He could see Squirrel Green’s progress towards the dagger with his infrared vision, and wasn’t concerned yet.

Squirrel Purple and Squirrel Black stood to either side of their betrayed sisters and simultaneously delivered hard kicks to each girl’s ribs. Their clawed toes cut deeply into their sister’s stomachs through their costumes. The red and blue torso fabric stained with blood. With their arms and legs useless, Squirrel Blue and Squirrel Red were helpless to prevent their sisters from slashing open the crotches of their costumes and forcing them into a sick parody of a sixty-nine.

Their faces were ground incestuously into each other’s blood spattered crotch, while each movement intensified the agony in their bullet-shattered joints. Squirrel Red lost control first and pissed into Squirrel Blue’s mouth, seconds later Squirrel Blue did the same to her. The sisters were forced to degrade each other with vile streams of waste. The Assassin found the sight highly arousing, and he wasn’t alone. The twins lent over their dying sisters and in the same terrible symmetry, both pushed a hand in the other’s costume pants.

Squirrel Purple kissed her twin passionately as she fingered Squirrel Black’s dripping ginger gash. She kept one hand on the back of Squirrel Blue’s head, forcing it into Squirrel Red’s dripping cunt. Squirrel Black returned her red-headed sister’s kiss equally passionately, and squeezed her cunt around her sister’s probing digits. The agony of Squirrel Red and Squirel Blue made the sadistic pair incredibly wet.

They finger-fucked each other to a screaming climax within minutes, while high above the assassin shot his acidic semen out into the air towards Squirrel Green below. The murderous twins didn’t even notice him leave after Squirrel Green as they moaned their perverted pleasure between kisses. The helpless squirrel Girl watched with horror as they pushed Squirrel Blue and Squirrel Red – both white faced from loss of blood and pain – onto their backs, and sat astride the girls.

Digging their claws in, they penetrated the pert flesh of their sister’s breasts. The twins gripped they thighs tightly around their sister’s bodies, and rubbed their crotches against them as they worked. Weak bubbly protests were ignored as they worked their clawed fingers in deeper and deeper under the sweaty costumed mounds until each twin could tear loose wet bags of fat and gland, and patches of blue and red fabric. Squirrel Girl closed her eyes so she didn’t have to watch as the torn breastflesh was stuffed into her daughter’s mouths.

Squirrel Blue and Squirrel Red were far beyond fighting in a world of total agony. Their training had broken down and they hoped to die quickly. Their bodies automatic reactions tried to force the bloody gobs of titflesh from their throats and mouths, but it was too much. The girls choked to death on their own torn off breasts. It seemed to Squirrel Girl that she had watched herself murdered three times already, and she was only too aware that Squirrel Green hadn’t come back.

As Squirrel Black and Squirrel Purple twisted into their own sixty nine atop the mattress of their sister’s corpses, Squirrel Girl’s only hope was that Squirrel Green had had the sense to run and hide. Squirrel Girl could by then move jerkily, but her tongue didn’t respond, and she didn’t yet have the ability to push herself up. Squirrel Black lifted her head from Squirrel Purple’s pussy, and smiled evilly.

“When the clone Kent State is done with you, Mom, we’re having you. He’s going to hurt you, but he won’t come in you. What we did to Red and Blue wasn’t even a warm up,” her voice grew breathier as she spoke, mixed with sobbed cries, “we’re going to feed you the womb we grew in Mom, isn’t that evil…evil…Ohhh!?”

Squirrel Black gripped her twin’s thighs as she came again. Her juices splashed wetly across Squirrel Purple’s face, and then she dove face down into her sister’s red bush.

Squirrel Green had heard the new screams behind her, and hoped that Squirrel Squad Six’s imprinted team combat training coupled with their inherited Squirrel Agility would be enough to keep them alive and mostly unharmed until she returned with the dagger. She leaped through the trees until she found one of Squirrel White’s arms. A fox looked up from chewing on the ragged end, then dashed away through the trees. The dismembered limb was no longer clutching the dagger, so surely all Squirrel Green had to do was follow the path of the throw and retrieve the weapon from the forest floor.

She absentmindedly took some nuts from her pouch (they all kept nuts, even with all the gizmos) and ground them with her large front teeth. Then she set off in the other direction through the forest, a systematic search. There was still no sign of the dagger. After a short while a rustling above her made her look up, and as she did so drops of the assassin’s acid semen splattered across her face. She grunted, and used the furry forearm of her costume to rub at it the sticky mess quickly.

She was too slow. Her pupils melted into her eyes and fluid drained down her cheeks. She grunted, fighting the pain mentally as the tiny drops of acidic fluid ate into her face around her eyes. Blood trickled down her freckled cheeks. She could fight in pitch darkness if only she could find the dagger. She moved forward on her hands and feet, tail high, using her limbs in sweeping steps to feel out the weapon.

The assassin stripped off his costume before he reached her, and dropped silently before the searching girl. There was time to have real fun with this one. Squirrel Green’s fingers brushed a hairy shin and she halted, suddenly very afraid, and looked up without eyes to see. The assassin forced his fingers into her mouth. She screeched with surprise, then with pain as her chubby cheeks split into a bloody smile.

He gripped Squirrel Green’s tongue tightly, and pulled one half up and the other down. The muscle split right down the middle in his grip, and Squirrel Green’s mouth filled with blood. As the assassin pulled his bloody fingers out, he yanked loose Squirrel Green’s big front teeth, then forced her jaw to maximum to complete the tearing of her cheeks. As soon as his grip was off her, Squirrel Green managed to flip backwards. Blood arced from her destroyed face, but she landed on her feet. The assassin tossed Squirrel Green’s pulled teeth to one side, and spoke,

“I couldn’t find the dagger either. My guess is that it dropped down some fissure or abandoned mine entrance into lead deposits. I doubt you’d have been fast enough to use it…”

Squirrel Green used the assassin’s voice to triangulate his location and moved backwards, arms raised. She hoped the others would arrive quickly and help, but she could hear distant squeals of only two voices. Deep inside her heroic breast she felt despair as those squeals didn’t sound like pain, not really. It sounded dirty. The assassin hadn’t moved, but she felt a searing pain in her crotch. The smell of burning fabric and pubic hair reached her nose.

He’d used his heat vision to start a fire on her costume. He could see perfectly well through Squirrel Green’s costume, and directed an even more intense beam at her little clit. She’d never had a chance to use the little nub for pleasure, and as it ignited she never would. Squirrel Green sank to her knees, putting out the flames with her hands. Even with the fire damped her crotch still felt like it was burning. She started to piss, and her labia hissed as the cooler fluid drenched the ragged charred remains of her costume’s crotch.

The assassin stepped forward and pulled the blinded girl’s breasts up around his cock. He lifted her knees from the ground so most of her entire body weight was hanging on her breasts. Squirrel Green’s costume stretched as did her breasts, and there was a lot less give in the fast bruising mammaries. Squirrel Green couldn’t make tears as the acid had melted into her tear ducts. As she could do was fight for breath as the assassin pleasured himself with her pert cleavage.

He thrust hard, forcing her head back each time as his cock head battered Squirrel Green’s chin. Her tail moved behind her as she hoped by some miracle to locate the dagger after all. It felt like her tits were going to tear right off of her chest. She had no illusions as to her fate after seeing Squirrel White murdered. Each breath was agony for her, yet her body wouldn’t let her give in and die.

The assassin moved his shaft faster and faster as the blood from Squirrel Green’s destroyed mouth and tongue provided lubrication for his thick shaft. He screwed her tits until he felt like he was close to coming, and then squeezed them in his super-strong hands. They burst instantly and messily between his fingers, and Squirrel Green dropped down to the hard forest floor.

She wasn’t allowed any respite from the brutality, as the assassin flipped her onto her face and lifted her bubble butt into the air. He contemptuously broke her tail bones near the base, and it hung painfully to one side. Squirrel Green had no warning before he forced nine hard thick inches of kryptonian cock up her arse. He dragged her costume inside her until it tore, and punched a hole in her rectum with his cock.

Squirrel Green’s sphincter also split instantly, shredded by the violating cock. The assassin was pleased with her scream of pure despair, which she managed despite her tongue being split and her jaw hanging loose. He fucked Squirrel Green brutally hard, tearing her bubble butt up with each inward thrust, and dragging blood and rectal lining out with his cock. He pushed her down against the ground so the rough stones and sticks on the floor tore into the remains of her burst breasts and face. The sadistic pleasure was soon too much for him, and he exploded into her bowels.

Squirrel Green felt the fresh new agony as acid sperm dissolved her intestines from within. She couldn’t lift her face from the pooling blood beneath it and began to drown in it as her belly dissolved. The assassin pulled out slowly, and stood. Shit and blood poured from Squirrel Green’s ruined ass between her still mostly cute and whole butt cheeks. She shook and groaned as the acidic semen burned through her strong stomach muscles. The assassin could see the forest floor through her back as he stroked out the last few drops of acidic sperm.

The assassin reached between the melting edges of the wound and gripped a slippery organ just before the acid started on it. Tugging hard, he pulled out Squirrel Green’s womb whole. She felt it, but could no longer scream about it. He raised the bloody morsel to his mouth, and bit deep into Squirrel Green’s reproductive system. Uterine lining dribbled down his chin as he raised one final bare foot and brought it down onto Squirrel Green’s head. The heroine’s skull smashed like an egg. Brain, skull fragments and blood splashed in a wide circle around the assassin’s foot. He left the twitching, dissolving corpse and walked back towards the glade while finishing off his snack.

He confirmed to himself that he couldn’t see dagger anywhere. He only knew of the weapon because he’d seen it, and heard Squirrel Squad Six discuss it. What he didn’t realised was that Luthor had had the dagger made so he wouldn’t be able to detect it with his super abilities – and that was re-inforced by coding in his cloned DNA. Luthor knew what the clone was looking for, of course, for he had enjoyed the sight and feel of the destruction of his daughters through a body suit telepathically connected to the clone.

Luthor considered the operation to have been a failure so far. The Squirrel Squad would have been useful to him, if they hadn’t betrayed him. Now he had no need for any of them, not even his beautiful twins. The twins’ loyalty now was worth less than the pleasure of ordering them to fight to the death, followed by his clone assassin killing the last of the bright eyed and bushy tailed bitches. Then Squirrel Girl would be brought back to him, and he’d rape her again, and again, in every damn hole in her body. He might even make a few new ones.

The assassin emerged back into the glade to see Squirrel Girl hadn’t moved. He assumed she was still mostly paralysed, and didn’t realise that she was by then mostly putting on an act until she regained 100% Squirrel Agility. Squirrel Black and Squirrel Purple were still eagerly eating and fingering each other’s drenched holes on the cooling corpses of Squirrel Red and Squirrel Blue. He saw Squirrel Girl unmoving where she’d been left, and would have raped her ass then and there if Luthor hadn’t issued a blocking command.

“Squirrel Black! Squirrel Purple. Stand to attention!”

The voice that came from the assassin’s mouth was Luthor’s, and the perverted twins immediately obeyed. They stood straight-backed and ready, with their costume tops pushed up, and their pants around their ankles. Their breasts shone with each other’s saliva, and their bodies were stained with their sister’s blood. The assassin was still naked, and his cock obviously hardened again as he admired the sticky thighs and ginger bushes of the twins.

“You have failed me. Squirrel Squad Six’s betrayal could have been prevented if you had contacted me sooner. You will each strip off the remainder of your clothing, draw your combat knives, and fight to the death. The winner will redeem herself and return to me as my daughter. Now.”

The assassin masturbated as the Squirrel Girls stripped off. It was obvious to him that they were reluctant to carry out the command, for they had a very strong bond together. The bond was so strong that they moved again in symmetry, standing apart from each other nude with a knife in each hand. Their red furred tails rose up behind them, providing a useful counter balance, as they warily circled.

There was a clang as they lashed out together. It was like watching a mirror image as each deflected the other’s strike, then thrust the serrated blade into past her opponents guard. The twins stabbed each other through the belly button simultaneously. The blades cut into skin, muscle and stomach easily. The angle of the blades was such that the tips ended up slicing down into each girl’s womb.

They gasped with pain, realising then that they both were going to die. In an unspoken decision, each brought her other knife up and plunged it through her twin’s breast. They jointly pierced their hearts through the middle. The twins fell forward, pulling themselves close. Blood dribbled from between their legs as they kissed and fondled. The assassin listened to their heartbeats stutter and stop as they fingered each other to one last incestuous death orgasm.

The assassin pulled Squirrel Black’s body into his arms, and tugged the blades from her stomach and belly. She hung limply, head back, eyes half-closed. He pushed into her incredibly wet cunt as her voided bowel emptied into Squirrel Purple’s mouth, and splattered across her face. The corpse felt good on his cock. While causing incredible suffering in his victims was very arousing to him, and to Luthor, there was something to be said for the soft wetness and peacefulness of corpses.

He looked down into Squirrel Purple’s shit smeared face, and the erotic sight of the knives embedded into her flesh. He fucked her dead twin fast, and his cock was more than big enough to negate the slackness of death. Squirrel Black would have been happy to avoid the agony of acid cum inside her when he came. He dropped the melting stomach’d corpse onto Squirrel Black’s degraded body, and sighed, truly satisfied.

He turned around to collect Squirrel Girl and return her to the research base, after which he would come back and clean up the mess. Instead he only the briefest glimpse of a green veined blade coming towards him, and then everything went black. The knife cut right through his eyesocket and lodged in his brain. The telepathic feedback knocked Luthor into a coma in his bodysuit. Squirrel Girl released her grip on the dagger’s hilt as the assassin fell backwards; he was dead before he hit the ground.

“That Evil, Evil MAN! I had to kill him, Tippy-Toe! I had to! This story arc was just too dark for Squirrel Girl!” cried Squirrel Girl after meting out her Squirrely wrath.

Squirrel Girl spoke in squirrel speak to her small companion. While the assassin had been engrossed in the knife fight, and then in raping Squirrel Black’s corpse, Tippy-Toe had emerged into the glade through the trees. She’d had the knife hilt clutched in her teeth, and dropped it at Squirrel Girl’s side. Of course, had Tippy-Toe known that taking the knife from the forest floor would lead to Squirrel Green’s rape and murder, she’d probably have left it.

“So how did you get here?”

Tippy-Toe explained that when Squirrel Girl didn’t come back, her teammates had been forced to start trawling around the entire Marvel Earth looking for her. Luckily, they reached New York City on the second day of their trawl. There, Dr Strange was already working on analysing the magical properties he had detected in Thanos’ attack, and had already identified it as an assault on Squirrel Girl. He enchanted Tippy-Toe to be able to find Squirrel Girl anywhere in existence, then sent her across the trans-dimensional barrier.

Squirrel Girl listened politely, hands clasped together. She was about to say that they couldn’t go back until they had brought Mr Luthor to justice, when Tippy-Toe told her in squirrel speak that all they had to do to go home was for Tippy-Toe to touch Squirrel Girl. The little black squirrel leapt onto Squirrel Girl’s thigh, and they popped out of the DC Universe all together.

End – Really, this time. The ultimate DCU Assassin is as dead as Peter Parker’s Uncle Ben. And don’t give me any of that Bucky/Winter Soldier crap.

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