Waspmania

Kang, the imposing figure with a commanding presence, turned his attention towards Cassie. His voice held a tone of both authority and restraint as he spoke, "We are sparing you, little one." His eyes bore into hers, as if searching for any signs of defiance or objection.

Immortus, a being of immense power and wisdom, stood alongside Kang, his gaze fixed on Cassie. His words carried a hint of accusation and suspicion, "But she should watch all of it, I saw her smiling when her mother was riding."

Cassie, caught in the crossfire of their conversation, felt a mix of surprise and confusion. Her smile had been one of pride and admiration for Hope's accomplishments, not a reflection of any illicit desires. Yet, the implication made her uneasy, as if her innocent expression had been misinterpreted and twisted into something entirely different.

Kang, considering Immortus' words, nodded in agreement. His voice was firm and unwavering, "You will watch." There was no room for negotiation or dissent.

Hope didn't mind Cassie's presence as she watched her. It wasn't the first time Cassie had observed her in various embarrassing positions, as their close bond allowed for such moments of vulnerability.

Hope cut to the chase, "So, how is this going to unfold?"

Kang, his gaze still lingering on Hope's lips, "We will fuck you until we are done. Once we are satisfied, you and your daughter will recieve what you were promised."

Hope nodded, "Let's get this over with."

Hope's unwavering resolve ignited a spark of hope within Cassie herself, fueling her determination to support and protect her mother throughout their ordeal.

With a simple flick of his finger, Kang's power surged through the air, causing a subtle ripple that resonated with raw energy. In an instant, the variants of Kang lost all their suits, standing naked.

Immortus complained, "I wanted to do that on my own."

The sight before Hope was both awe-inspiring and intimidating. The sheer magnitude of Kang's variants' erect phalluses commanded attention and instilled a sense of primal power. Their dicks stood proudly, engorged and pulsating with an undeniable virility that seemed to radiate an aura of dominance.

The length and girth of their shafts held a captivating allure, capturing her attention and captivating her senses.

Hope knew that she wouldn't be able to control her screams and moaning. The thought of their immense size stretching her to her limits, filling her in ways she had never dreamed of, sent shivers of excitement down her spine.

Hope's mind entertained a fleeting and somewhat silly idea -- what if she could pleasure each of the variants individually? The thought of tackling them one by one seemed like a easy proposition, a way to navigate the situation on her own terms. With a hint of playful determination, she reached out and took hold of Kang's impressive erection, gently tugging on it as a silent invitation.

Hope's slender fingers wrapped around Kang's erection, feeling its weight and heat in her grasp. It pulsed with a palpable anticipation, throbbing with desire as if yearning for her touch. The sheer size and girth of it filled her hand.

She traced the prominent veins that snaked along its surface, marveling at the firmness and texture beneath her fingertips.

Hope's grip tightened ever so slightly, applying a subtle pressure.

With a slight tug, she conveyed a silent invitation, coaxing him to join her on the nearby couch.

Intrigued by her audacity and captivated by her confidence, he willingly followed her lead, allowing her to guide him towards the nearby couch.

With a sly smile and a touch of mischief, Hope spoke again, her voice filled with a blend of confidence and allure, "Sit."

Kang grinned, "No."

Instead, he seized the opportunity to engage with her in a more passionate manner. Closing the distance between them, he pressed his lips against hers in a fervent kiss. Kang's fingers tightened around strands of Hope's hair, pulling her closer to him with a firm yet controlled grip.

Simultaneously, Kang's hands trailed down from her hair to her waist, his fingers eagerly squeezing and exploring the curves of her ass.

Meanwhile, Immortus was unable to resist the temptation of tasting Hope, "Give her to me."

In a swift and assertive move, Immortus lunged forward, his hand reaching out to snatch Hope from Kang's grasp. Hope's breath hitched as Immortus swiftly snatched her from Kang's grasp, his firm grip sending a rush of both apprehension and excitement through her veins.

Hope's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her words barely a whisper, "What are you...?"

The sudden shift of ownership was palpable in the air, as Immortus held her close, asserting his dominance and claiming her as his own.

Without hesitation, Immortus leaned in and captured Hope's lips, showering her with his own intoxicating kisses. His lips moved hungrily against hers, exploring the contours of her mouth with a mix of fervor and tenderness. As he lifted her up in his arms, his attention shifted to her neck, where he placed a trail of passionate kisses, his hands moving to squeeze her waist with an almost possessive grip.

Lowering Hope back to the ground, Immortus maintained his hold on her.

Hope's voice quivered with a mixture of desire and uncertainty, "I... I didn't expect this..."

Hope was about to be a part of an intense encounter with Kang, Immortus, Scarlet Centurion, and Rama Tut. The realization that she would be at the center of a thrilling gangbang ignited a flurry of emotions within her.

The thought of being completely at their mercy, their hands and bodies freely roaming her, heightened her anticipation to an almost unbearable level.

But He who remains stood away from them, not interested in group encounter.

Scarlet Centurion commanded her, "Kiss me."

A small smile formed on Hope's lips, tinged with a touch of resignation. She understood that she had little choice but to comply with their desires. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against Scarlet Centurion's, their mouths merging in a passionate but controlled exchange.

Just as Hope's lips were engaged with Scarlet Centurion's, Rama Tut forcefully pulled her hair, tilting her head back. He pulled her closer, his grip on her hair serving as a physical reminder of his possession.

Rama Tut hungrily eyed her, "You are only mine."

Rama Tut's tongue slowly emerged from between his lips, tracing a torturously slow path along the contours of Hope's face. The wet warmth of his tongue against her skin ignited a raw, untamed fire deep within her core.

Scarlet Centurion's expression soured as he witnessed the intimate moment between Rama Tut and Hope. Fuelled by jealousy, he impulsively strode towards them, a mix of frustration and determination etched on his face.

Their kiss, however, was abruptly interrupted by Scarlet Centurion's mischievous act. With a swift and daring move, his fingers grasped the edge of Hope's mini skirt, pulling it down her smooth, supple thighs. The fabric glided over her skin, exposing the tempting curve of her hips in red, shiny panties and the shapely contours of her legs.

The sound of laughter filled the air as the other Kangs reveled in the playful scene unfolding before them.

Hope couldn't help but chuckle, a hint of self-consciousness lacing her laughter.

Cassie, who had been observing the scene with a mix of curiosity and concern, couldn't help but be captivated by Hope's alluring presence.

Hope stood before them, her Supergirl top hugging her curves, accentuating her ample bosom and slender waist. The vibrant blue fabric with the iconic S symbol commanded attention, its form-fitting nature leaving little to the imagination. The sight of her chest rising and falling with each breath, the gentle sway of her breasts, stirred a primal longing within those who gazed upon her.

Beneath the Supergirl top, her lower half was adorned in red shiny panties that clung to her like a second skin. The silky fabric caressed her smooth skin, outlining the contours of her hips and accentuating the shape of her vagina.

Immortus suggested, "We should make her bend."

Hope, ever obedient to the desires of those around her, made a move to comply, her body bending forward in anticipation. However, before she could fully assume the position, Scarlet Centurion took charge, his hands firmly gripping her head and guiding her down to her knees. The sudden force caused a momentary stumble, but Hope swiftly regained her composure, her eyes locking onto the impressive sight of Immortus's engorged penis.

With a mixture of reverence and eagerness, Hope's mouth encompassed the throbbing length of Immortus's shaft, her lips creating a tight seal around him. Her lips, moist and inviting, glided along Immortus's pulsating shaft with practiced precision. With each upward motion, her tongue caressed the sensitive underside, teasing and tormenting him in the most pleasurable of ways.

Immortus, caught off guard by the sheer talent and enthusiasm displayed by Hope, couldn't help but gasp in sheer pleasure. His words, "Wow, she is something else," escaped his lips in a breathless whisper.

Meanwhile, Scarlet Centurion, unable to resist the magnetic pull of desire, found himself drawn closer to the erotic scene unfolding before him.

Hope's skillful mouth continued its seductive dance, coaxing moans of ecstasy from Immortus.

Scarlet Centurion requested like he was a customer of Hope, "Hope, here."

Sensing Scarlet Centurion's longing, Hope's free hand reached out, taking hold of his hardened member, and guided it towards her.

With Immortus's throbbing member in her mouth, she applied just the right amount of suction and pressure. Meanwhile, her free hand wrapped around Scarlet Centurion's hardened shaft, fingers gliding along its length, teasing and stroking.

She shifted her focus, her lips leaving Immortus momentarily to lavish attention on Scarlet Centurion. With a soft moan escaping his lips, he felt the warmth and wetness envelop him as Hope's mouth descended, taking him in inch by inch. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, flicking and teasing.

But she wasn't done. Hope seamlessly transitioned back to Immortus, her lips eagerly reclaiming his pulsating member. She continued her oral ministrations, bobbing her head rhythmically, her lips creating a tight, pleasurable grip around him. Her tongue danced along his length, exploring every ridge and contour, while her hand maintained a steady, enticing grip on Scarlet Centurion.

Hope commanded eagerly, "Come on, you two."

Hope, driven by her insatiable desire and the overwhelming atmosphere of passion, took both Immortus and Scarlet Centurion into her mouth at the same time. With a skilled and coordinated motion, she expertly accommodated both throbbing Monstrous dicks, one on each side of her luscious lips.

She could feel the stretch and pressure as her lips parted to make room for them, her jaw adjusting to accommodate their girth.

Hope's lips formed a tight seal around their engorged members, creating a delicious friction as she moved her head back and forth, gliding her tongue along their sensitive shafts.

Kang just smiled at them, his gaze filled with a mix of admiration and satisfaction. Rama Tut, on the other hand, couldn't hide the flicker of jealousy that crossed his face, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched Hope pleasure the others.

Meanwhile, He Who Remains observed the scene with detached interest, his focus clearly on finding his own source of pleasure. He calmly settled into a lonely couch, his desire for one-on-one intimacy evident in his demeanor. He craved the undivided attention and connection that could only be achieved in a more intimate setting.

As Immortus and Scarlet Centurion reached their climax, their voices filled with satisfaction and amazement, Hope eagerly swallowed their cum, relishing in the taste of their pleasure. Her confidence grew with each encounter, and any lingering traces of embarrassment evaporated. She felt empowered, like a queen commanding the attention and desire of these mighty Kangs.

With excitement radiating from her, Hope stood tall, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Who's next?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a seductive allure. Her words carried a daring challenge, inviting others to step forward and experience the intensity of her desires.

Rama Tut's eyes gleamed with a mixture of desire and possession as he forcefully yanked Hope towards him, his grip firm and unwavering, "Come here, my queen."

The commanding tone of his voice made her understand that it would not be easy be dominant with the Kangs.

Rama Tut's muscular arms coiled around Hope's body with an air of undeniable strength, effortlessly hoisting her up from her previous position. The power and control exuded by his firm grip left her momentarily suspended, weightless in his embrace.

With a sudden and forceful release of his grip, Rama Tut let go of Hope's body, causing her to descend rapidly onto the awaiting couch. The impact was jarring, sending a shockwave through her senses as she collided with the soft cushions, causing a slight bounce.

Her breasts, adorned in the Supergirl top, responded to the bounce by swaying with a mesmerizing rhythm. They rose and fell with a slight bounce, their fullness accentuated by the movement.

Her long, flowing hair followed suit, cascading around her as if caught in the whimsical dance of the bounce. Strands of hair lifted momentarily, creating a weightless and ethereal effect before gracefully settling back down around her face and shoulders.

The bounce also reverberated through her limbs, causing her arms and legs to sway in harmony. Her arms, adorned with Supergirl sleeves, moved with a fluid motion, mirroring the bounce in a captivating display of grace and flexibility. Similarly, her legs, showcased by the red shiny panties, exhibited a subtle movement, their contours accentuated by the gentle bounce.

Rama Tut positioned himself over her chest, crushing Hope's breasts under his weight. His engorged dick was now extremely close to her gaze.

The smirk that played on Hope's lips was a testament to her newfound sense of power, an acknowledgment of the control she held over the situation, "If that's how you want it --."

Hope's words hung in the air, suspended for a brief moment, as her confident demeanor faltered with the abrupt intrusion that followed. The forcefulness of Rama Tut's actions left her momentarily speechless, her intended defiance silenced as his dick plunged into her mouth.

The suddenness of Rama Tut's penetration caught Hope off guard, interrupting her poised confidence with a reflexive gag that echoed through her throat. Her body instinctively reacted to the intrusion, a momentary struggle against the overwhelming size and forcefulness of Rama Tut's dick.

With a desperate attempt to halt his advances, her hand instinctively slapped against his firm thigh, a feeble gesture of resistance amidst the overpowering sensations.

The impact of her slapping against his thigh only seemed to ignite his determination, fueling his insatiable hunger for control, "That's how I make you strong, my queen."

He continued his forceful thrusts, undeterred by her feeble resistance, his steady rhythm pushing deeper into her mouth with each relentless motion.

Hope's muffled cries and stifled gasps were met with Rama Tut's unwavering resolve, his control over her evident in every calculated movement. The struggle between pleasure and discomfort intensified as Rama Tut's impressive size stretched her oral cavity to its limits, testing her ability to accommodate him.

As her senses were overwhelmed by the sensation of his throbbing member plunging deeper into her mouth, her mind shifted from resistance to acceptance, embracing the submissive role that had been thrust upon her.

Immortus found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the mesmerizing sight before him. Hope's legs flailed in a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, accentuating her helplessness and fueling Immortus's desires. With a primal instinct, he swiftly tore down her red, shiny panties, eager to explore the intoxicating depths that lay hidden beneath.

The sight of Hope's bared pussy, now fully revealed to him, ignited a primal hunger within Immortus. The delicate lace gave way to the soft, glistening flesh of her womanhood, inviting exploration and conquest.

Meanwhile, Hope, fully engaged in pleasuring Rama Tut's throbbing dick with her mouth, felt a sudden rush of anticipation. Her eyes widened with a mix of excitement and trepidation as she realized that she was gonna get her mouth and pussy fucked simultaneously.

With a deliberate motion, Immortus used his skilled fingers to part the delicate folds of Hope's moistened entrance, relishing in the sight of her glistening arousal. He couldn't resist the temptation and brought his fingers to his lips, savoring the taste of her essence. He shouted, "fucking amazing."

Now, Immortus positioned his erect dick in front of Hope's yearning entrance, teasing it with a brief, teasing touch, as if bestowing a tender kiss upon her before plunging deep within her. The force of his thrust was primal and unyielding, engulfing Hope in a passionate storm of pleasure and dominance.

Simultaneously, Rama Tut's relentless desire for the sweet sanctuary of her mouth persisted. Ignoring Hope's plea for a momentary respite, he firmly held her head in place, denying her escape from his carnal embrace.

Hope, caught in the throes of overwhelming sensation, made one last attempt to assert control over the relentless onslaught of pleasure. Pushing against Rama Tut's chest, she managed to break free from his grasp, her voice echoing through the room in a desperate plea for respite.

"One at a time," she screamed, her words carrying a mix of urgency and a need to regain her bearings. But Rama Tut, consumed by his own desires and unwavering in his pursuit of pleasure, denied her request without hesitation.

"No, my queen," he replied, his voice thick with desire and possessiveness. Ignoring her plea for a momentary reprieve, he moved closer once again, his hardened member seeking entrance into the depths of her oral cavity.

With every forceful thrust and skillful movement, the building tension within Rama Tut and Immortus had reached its zenith.

The relentless pounding of Immortus into Hope's dripping pussy mirrored the relentless thrusting of Rama Tut into her inviting mouth.

And then it happened. Immortus's pulsating member throbbed inside Hope's pulsating pussy, while Rama Tut's release filled her mouth with his warm essence.

Breathing heavily, they both jumped off the couch, their bodies still pulsating with the aftershocks of their passionate encounter.

Hope's body slumped on the couch, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. Beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, evidence of the intense physical exertion she had just experienced. Her limbs felt heavy and her muscles quivered with exhaustion. Every movement, every breath seemed to require a monumental effort.

As she sat there, cum dripping from her pussy and mouth, Hope's mind was a whirlwind of sensations and emotions. Pleasure mingled with fatigue, and a sense of surrender washed over her.

As she sat there, naked except for the Supergirl top, Hope's mind wandered. She contemplated the choices she had made, the boundaries she had crossed.

Cassie knew Hope was looking like a whore, and she didn't want to get excited, but she wanted to fuck Hope just like the Kangs, dominating her completely.

Kang reached out, his touch surprisingly gentle as he guided Hope to stand before him. His voice, a low and commanding whisper, cut through the air, "My turn has yet to come."