Superverse

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier had been at work for months on this case. He had felt like he had been chasing bread crumbs on bread crumbs and finally was finding the bakery. It would be a relief to put this "Crusher" in his place. Even thinking about it made the hero's arms flex, thinking about the ways that HE, Silver Soldier, would do the crushing. It was time to end the villain's tyrannical underground dealings. His comrades and peers in the league of heroes had decided to stake out another of the Crusher's warehouses, but Silver had had an odd suspicion about the place, so they were told to wait for his signal. He knew he had a few more pieces of the puzzle to find and didn't want his brave friends falling into harm's way, especially with the set ups Crusher Krushev had laid up until this point.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: This warehouse was empty however, though the overhead lights did wonder's for Silver Soldier's incredibly built body. At 6'3 and an apparent 225 lbs, the hero was perfectly built. His wide shoulders were rounded into striated boulders, thick corded neck framed his perfect square cut jaw, his low cut silver suit revealed the plump cleavage of his powerful upper chest right at the collarbone, before covering him with silver. His signature "S" emblazoned across his powerful jutting pecs which harshly sheared away to an impossibly tight, flat and sculpted corrugated midsection, the V taper impossibly tight. His silver square cut shorts did little to hide the Adonis belt lines of his lean form, or manage the incredible sexual bulges created from his ample 10" cock and rounded glutes. His thick quads rooted every step he took and his powerfully built arms swung with authority even in his gait, bulging into his silver super suit.

Even with the minimal lighting, his senses were keen. A trained fighter, Silver Soldier had been gifted incredible abilities after years of hard work honing his God-given gifts. Now, he had the strength of many men over, amplified by the impressive hard work he had already put into his body. His senses were heightened and he paused, hearing the heavy, strong (?) breathing of another figure. "Who's there? Krushev, it is time to surrender. I don't want to hurt you, but I will bring you in with force if necessary!" His voice echoed, but he knew he was being watched.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was not concerned however. His incredible training and amplified powers had seen him through many tough situations before this. He had heard of the exploits of Crusher Krushev, but in his mind, all bullies are tough until they meet someone willing to stand up to them. And Silver Soldier knew he would be the one to stand up to Crusher. "Now, do as you're told. You have a lot to answer for Crusher." Silver Soldier squared his stance, folding his arms so that his biceps bunched into big melon sized mounds of impressive tight muscle, veins visible beneath his costume.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Piotr Kruschev waited in the dimly lit warehouse, hiding in the dark shadows beneath the steel platform serving as the base of a massive loading crane. The warehouse was mostly empty, rows of shelves gathering dust off to one side, and the scattered remnants of pallets and rusty machinery taking up the other, the entire space dominated by the steel platform and the loading crane.

Piotr owned it, of course in his mind, he owned everything in this part of the city. And there were few who would disagree. Standing at 6’6, and weighing in at around 300 pounds, Piotr possessed not an ounce of fat, his massive frame slathered in even more massive muscle. Starting with shoulders that were literally the size of cannonballs, his massive arms with biceps bigger than most men’s thighs, his chest armored with massive plates of muscle harder than steel, vast spreading lats that you watch a movie on, corrugated abs stronger than the armor of a battleship, supported quads so huge that they would put the legendary hercules to shame.

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10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Most men would piss themselves and run screaming the moment they saw him coming there way.

The supervillian was born in New York City, to eastern European immigrants. He grew up on the streets, learning to fight, to kill, to crush all opposition. He invested heavily in his body, building it into the perfect machine for destruction and domination, aided by his natural genetics. Besides the brutal art of street fighting, he also studied more formal means of killing and hurting men. He was a force to be reckoned with.

Before long he became head of the mob, and then, when he accidentally captured an unmarked military van containing an experimental drug, he became the world’s newest supervillian, Crusher. Already incredibly strong, the drug enhanced his natural strength, endurance, and speed to the point where he could shatter steel and concrete. It was then that the league of heroes began to take notice of him. Emboldened by his new powers, he moved to conquer much of the city, but the league of heroes stopped him time and time again. He was confident that he could take any one of them in a man to man battle, but they had the advantage of numbers.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: He needed a new approach. He needed to divide and conquer. Most people who saw Piotr made the mistake of thinking he was all muscle, and no brains. That was the last mistake they would ever make. Despite his lack of a formal education, the muscle bound super monster was anything but stupid. He spent time studying these super heroes who were out to ruin his plans to control the city. One in particular, Silver Soldier, caught his attention.

The hero was powerful, perhaps even as strong as Crusher himself, but he was also overly protective of his fellow heroes. That protective nature caused the mighty superhero to take risks to protect his fellows. Crusher finally came up with a plan to take advantage of that, laying a series of clues for the Silver Soldier to find that would lead him here, to this warehouse. Crusher was counting on that protective nature, counting that Silver Soldier would follow those clues without bringing the others along, in order to spare them.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: And that is exactly what happened. There, carefully proceeding through the dimly lit warehouse was the Silver Soldier. Crusher’s breath increased at the sight of the hero’s incredible physique, the shredded definition, the dense musculature would put a greek god to shame. That sliver suit of his did nothing to hide that physique. The superhero radiated an aura of power and confidence that challenged Crusher Kruschev at a primal level.

The hero’s enhanced senses caught the sound of Crusher’s breath, calling him out. Demanding his surrender and obedience, as if the supervillian were a naughty school kid.

Crusher Kruschev stepped out from under the deep shadows beneath the platform. He was wearing solid black boots, massively rugged blue jeans, but he wore no top, his awesomely massive, shredded upper body on full display.

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10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: His eyes were sparkling, and an evil grin was playing about his mouth as he smoothly assumed a fight stance, fists up. He spent a moment examining the superhero, then replied in a mocking tone, “I’m not the one you need to worry about getting hurt tonight, Silver Soldier. I’d be far more fucking worried about your own skin. The last mistake you are ever gonna make is underestimating me. Thanks to you Silver Soldier, after today, you and the hero league are gonna be history.”

Crusher was a gambler. His entire scheme depended on his ability to defeat the Silver Soldier. The hero was no fucking joke, he knew. But Crusher was gambling that he could do it. Time to throw the dice!

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier took in the sight of Crusher Kruschev as he stepped out from the shadows. The light illuminated his pecs first, then his arms, even the bulge in his pants before finally getting to his face. The villain had a striking build, and was taller as well as bigger than Silver Soldier. Not that it mattered much to Silver Soldier how big his opponent was, he had definitely taken down bigger, but he couldn't help feel the gravitas with which Crusher's presence carried. As if to say, "You will take my demands seriously." Silver Soldier understood how he had come to lead the underground syndicate so quickly.

Silver Soldier was careful not to roll his eyes too heavily as he saw Crusher's fist go into a brawler's stance. "You know who I am? And yet, you still wish to fight me? You're either braver, or more likely, dumber than most." Silver Soldier decided he'd have to get this over with, and then quickly get back to helping his team. "Fine. Let's make this quick then shall we? I still have a full schedule." And with that Silver Soldier approached, his bunched up arms, his body taut and ready to move like a coiled spring as he awaited the first move from Kruschev, making sure not to be the assailant, but rather the defender, in this fight.

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10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The massive hard-muscled supervillian chuckled at the hero's predictable reply. Silver Soldier's confidence exciting him, he gloried in dismantling men like him. He'd done it many a time before. One thing that surprised many of his super opponents was how fast Crusher could move. No one expected such a massive muscle bound beast to move like a lightweight.

One moment, Crusher was chuckling at the powerful hero, and the next his boot had scraped along the floor of the warehouse, sending a collection of nails, splinters, and grit spraying up at high velocity for the superhero's handsome face. Then, counting on that lighting fast move to distract the Silver Soldier, Crusher charged forward, his massive quads exploding like coiled springs, his shoulder lowered into position, seeking to smash his cannonball shoulder, harder than steel, deep into Silver Soldier's shredded abs in a super spear.

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10:01 Silver_Soldier: Like clockwork, his opponent attacked. Well, at least it seemed like one. Silver Soldier quickly covered his eyes, bringing his hands up as various debris from the warehouse floor shot for him. Had he known just how fast his brute of a foe could move he wouldn't have bothered, instead just ducking and aiming his fists. But he didn't know, he had no idea. Who would?

As his arms went up to quickly shield his face, his tight abdominals were suddenly met with a powerful cannonball in the gut, the hero lifted of the ground in a strained grunt, "UNNGHHHHFFF," his muscled upper body folded along the back of Crusher. The momentum made it difficult for Silver Soldier to take control of his limbs, but he forced his hands together in a double hammer fist, aiming for the middle of Crusher's back.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The supervillian's massive shoulder smashed into those super abs with a terrific impact, draping the battered superhero over his broad shoulders like a rag doll. He stood up, gathering his strength to pulverize this super muscled hero, when suddenly a truck smashed into his back. The supervillian's back arched from the brutal impact, and he let out a groan as the shockwave rippled across his vast lats, spreading pain.

He staggered, dropping to one knee, but with a surge of effort, his arms wrapped around the hero's thickly muscled legs, and with a roar, he pulled the hero off his shoulder by those legs, seeking to smash the Silver Soldier back first down into the concrete as though the superbly muscled super hero were a caveman's club.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's powerful blow made contact and he recognized the groan of surprise from Crusher. "You thought I'd just go down?" Silver quickly pulled his arms back up into another double hammer, ready to bring this big brute down to both knees - when he felt a sudden powerful constricting around his big legs and sailing harshly back first into the concrete. He tucked his chin just as he crashed into the ground, his training instinctive, but his back was not sparred. The powerful move caused Silver Soldier to gasp in pain and he kicked his legs as he rolled up and away from Crusher, surprised at the sudden throbbing in his back and the massive dent left in the floor.

He knew not to give up too much ground or time, and he brought his fists back up. "Stop all this and fight me for real. Like a man Crusher. Or is it impossible for you to win fighting fair?" He decided to manipulate him with his ego, knowing there was no way Crusher would be capable of out striking Silver. The hero approached, ready to send out a trusted combo of punches, to put Crusher on his toes and make him re-evaluate his plan to fight Silver.

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10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The impact shattered a stretch of concrete, turning it to rubble, but Crusher noted that the super hero recovered quickly, back up to his feet. Crusher spent the time to take a few deep breaths, and shake out the kinks in his back. The superhero's attempts to manipulate his ego only made him chuckle. "Fair? Fair is for pussies like you and your pals. Real men fight to win."

He caught the slight tells of a man about ready to launch a combo, but once more, Crusher used that savage speed to cut the superhero off at the pass, his massive left arm, packed with unbelievable muscle, rocketing towards the superhero's handsome face in a lighting fast double jab, followed by a brutal right cross.

Now that he's got the superhero focused on defending his handsome face, that left drops down, and smashes up, the power coming all the way from the colossal supervillian's toes, looking to deliver a concrete-shattering uppercut to the pit of the superhero's abs.

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10:01 Silver_Soldier: Again Silver learned the hard way he was going to have to respect Crusher's speed. Before his fists could fly out, he was suddenly slammed in the face with a quick double jab, stopping him in his tracks and his head snapped as he was hit with a cross that caused him to grunt again. His guard came up quickly after that. There was no way Crusher was going to outstrike Silver.

But Crusher was planning ahead, adjusting, and there was already a sailing uppercut aimed for Silver's unsuspecting abs. The powerfully sculpted muscle met with the incredibly dense knuckles of his assailant and his eyes bulged. His mouth stretched. His body folded. He wasn't prepared and suddenly, he had to retreat, but he was unable to do so. He was trapped, folded on Crusher's fist. Gritting his teeth, he swung his right fist for Crusher's chin anyway.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The silver soldier was clearly unprepared to deal with the supervillian. Again, so many opponents think that because Crusher looks like a gorilla, he don't how to fight. Crusher loves it when they make that mistake. His fists smash into the superhero's handsome jaw, and the big money shot blasts with so much power into those chiseled abs that the hero ends up draped over the supervillian's fist, swallowing the bad guy's massive hero-wrecking sledgehammer.

Crusher starts to flex that left arm, the bicep surging and bulging with might, ready to heave the hero up like a spiked piece of meat, when suddenly the hero's right fist rockets towards Crusher's massive square chin. That chin is wide open, and that blow lands like the crack of doom. The supervillian's head snaps to the side, spit spraying out, Crusher's massive head snaps brutally. The villian is seeing stars, thinking to himself, "Holy fuck, the Silver Soldier can throw a punch."

But Crusher grits his teeth, and keeps control of the superhero by dint of a massive effort, lifting up his left arm, the hero, draped over his massive fist rising majestically up into the air, over Crusher's head. Then, in a lightning flash movement, Crusher drops the sculpted superhero over his shoulders in a fireman's carry, adjusts his grip, before the enormously powerful supervillian drops down to one knee, muscling the superhero down towards his knee at an unbelievable velocity, with a surge of power causing every muscle in the villian's body to flex like steel.

Crusher was methodical... brutal... and surgical with his attacks. First the spear, to the superhero's incredible abs, then a brutal uppercut, right into the same spot. And now... an awesome gutbuster once more to those abs. Crusher knows that if you break down a man's core, you rob him of his ability to fight. And breaking down a man's core is something Crusher is very, very good at.

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10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's fist connects and he can feel the massive criminal rock on his feet. A twinge of relief. *So he has a glass jaw* - Silver Soldier notes this as he moves to back away, - only Crusher's massive arm begins to flex and his fist continues to drive into Silver's perfect abdominals as he means to retreat off the burrowing bludgeon. "UNNGNNNNNNNNNNNNGG".

Again taken by surprise, his body dangles as he cries out briefly, catching himself as he holds it in. He can't let Crusher think he's doing any damage. And yet, he is. Silver finds himself on the shoulders of Crusher, making a move to push off, but he hurts his case. Powering up off of Crusher just in time for Crusher's hands to pull harshly on the back of his thick neck and muscled thigh - Crusher purposefully drives Silver Soldier down, not relying on gravity, as Silver Soldier's abs are viciously slammed over his giant knee. "UUUUUUUUAAAAAANGGHHH - " He cries out again, before catching himself and instinctively rolling back up - only this time, as he does, his face contorts. His abs are on fire. He knows what Crusher is aiming for - in any combat art, especially in boxing, it's key to know that fights are won from the core.

Silver Soldier can't let on though. So he brings his fists up, his chest is heaving. "You-you're g-good. But you're - you're not going to win." His fists are raised, but he feels defensive, not wanting to expose or take more hits to his midsection. He approaches Crusher, ready for his breakneck speed this time, his eyes cautiously measuring his opponent.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher feels a surge of savage joy tingle up and down his spine, his cock twitching as the powerful super hero's steel-hard abs make brutal contact with his knee. That blow did some serious damage, denting those chiseled steel abs. The impact alone sent out a spiderweb of cracks across the concrete, which was looking pretty beat up after all the heavy slams and blows it's been subjected to.

Crusher gracefully flows up to his feet as the superhero rolls off his knee. Crusher's got a small smile on his face. He's doing a number on those abs, but he's learned to be cautious of Silver Soldier's formidable fists. He listens to the hero bravely spout his defiance, replying, watching how the superhero's chest is heaving. He's looking flustered, his confidence is badly shaken, reflected in those words. "What's the matter, hero boy? Your tummy feeling a bit tender? Yeah, I'm fucking good. I'm the fucking best, and I'm gonna break you. Bitch you. I warned you that underestimating me was the last mistake you'd ever fucking make." The supervillian's words were delivered with ice-cold steel-hard power, every word flooded with mocking confidence.

He caught the superhero's eyes, drilling into them as he delivered his mocking words, the ferocity in his gaze an attempt to captivate the superhero, to distract him. That's when he struck. Flowing like water, one moment the supervillian was mocking Silver Soldier, the next, his boot lashed out like a thunderbolt, aiming a kick directly at the superhero's leading knee. A sickening strike, delivered with enough power to shatter steel, designed to cripple.

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10:01 Silver_Soldier: As he begins his approach Crusher mocks him. SIlver Soldier didn't underestimate his opponent, he just didn't expect this much of a fight he tells himself. The idea of him miscalculating doesn't breach his thoughts. He freezes as Crusher speaks and stares him down, their eyes meeting in defiance of one another.

Before he could react Crusher rushes forward, his big heavy body moving at breakneck speed once again, Silver Soldier reacts and brings his guard immediately to his abs, watching the big boot of his opponent rushing forward - except not for his gut, but for his left knee - and he can feel the leg bend painfully backwards as he cries out, eyes bulging in shock, he lurches forward from the blow as his fist flies out trying again for Crusher's chin, trying to use his damaged abdominals to torque power through his big arm.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher sniggers as his boot smashes brutally into the superhero's knee, delivering a savage impact, unloading enough force to torque the joint, no doubt doing incredible damage to the hero's knee. The hero had been so sure that Crusher was going to go for the hero's aching abs, he never expected such a vicious attack to his knee.

The supervillian's guard was tight as the hero lunged forward, leading with the hero's powerfully muscled right arm, a desperate blow aimed for Crusher's chin. But the blow was deflected easily by Piotr's battleship strong bicep, sliding the hero's arm off to the side, leaving his injured abs a wide open target.

Crusher Kruschev surged forward, moving with the speed of an acrobat, his fists cocking, his biceps swelling with might, veins standing out, as he delivered a left and right combo, a pair of blows driving in, designed to shatter and smash the Silver Soldier's battered and weakened super abs, snarling out as his fists fly in, "Who the fuck taught you to fight? Your granny? You got all that fancy super hero muscle and you ain't got a fucking clue how to use it. I'm stronger than you, a better fighter than you, and I'm gonna fucking break you in ways you ain't ever dreamed of, bitch."

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10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver takes in as his mighty fist is subsequently brushed off to the side, and as it is, he feels a massive slam into his abdominals. BAM "UNNNGH -" BAAAM his groaning interrupted by another punch into his obliques, his sculpted midsection suddenly cramping in pain, Silver Soldier moves to retreat. Only, he does so on his newly injured leg and the support isn't there, his body's healing ability too slow to keep up with the damage Crusher is dishing out. He grunts as he nearly slips to his ass, and finds his back against a support beam to the warehouse...

He hangs there, moaning for a second, his guard dropping to nurse his abs. He can't figure out his next move, but he needs to come up with something quick. He hears Crusher as he suddenly realizes he's been leaning his back onto the support beam this entire time, his mouth dry with thirst and feeling sweat dew along his skin. "You're not...going...to do anything..." He says, finding himself heaving for breath, willing his body to move, to get back in the fight he brings up his fists, irritated that he's losing the striking battle, but it's only for a moment. He slinks back toward Crusher, looking for an opening. The villain is getting cocky and has his guard down as Silver approaches, so the hero tenses his entire, body, relying on his right leg to drive power through his body, his abs, though aching, tense up, and sends his fist for Crusher left, aiming for his liver, looking to do big damage and turn this fight around!

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher snarls with savage pleasure as he feels his fist sinking deep into the superhero's abdominal wall, followed by a smashing slam blasting into the hero's rippling obliques. Crusher keeps his guard tight, following the hero as he retreats backwards, that injured left knee nearly giving out as the hero finally slams into a support column. He's hurt, and badly hurt. So hurt that the superhero openly nurses his battered abdominal wall. The hurt hero is dripping sweat, the exertion clearly building as the damage to the superhero's core continues to build.

Crusher's smile widens. He deliberately drops his guard, mocking the hero by leaving himself open, inviting the battle-damaged super hero to attack him. Which the idiot does. Watching for the perfect moment, he waits until the hurt hero commits to a power packed left angling in towards Crusher's body. But at that same moment, Crusher suddenly pivots on his left boot, his entire body rotating in a flash of speed. That brutal left is deflected by the supervillian's rock hard ass while Crusher's right boot drives like a cruise missile in a spinning back kick to impact the hero's incredibly chiseled, badly injured and battered, abdominal wall with enough force to catapult a tank.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher calls out as he sends out that kick, "Hey Silver Soldier, didn't know you could fly!"

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10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver's fist misses his target, he watches in slow motion as everything around him changes, transforms, from a scene of possibilities to one of overwhelming pain. Crusher's incredible ability shines as his big boot buries directly into the middle of Silver Soldier's abs. The hero is folded, completely, his feet off the ground, his arms outstretched - he hangs in the air before physics catch back up.

Then, as the laws of motion respond, the hero is jettisoned through the support beam he had been resting on just moments before. The steal beam cannot resist as Silver Soldier painfully slams into and then THROUGH the beam, flying back further until his back and head slam into the beam behind it. Ricocheting off that beam, grabbing onto his guts, Silver Soldier stumbles forward, tripping and landing on his chest and face. He can't even muster appearances, he moans loudly as he rolls from side to side, bleary eyed as the rooms spins. "Noo..noo.." He tells himself as he forces himself to get to his feet, one hand using the support beam, the other on his abs. He sees the blasted beam and realizes the power coursing through Crusher, taking a sharp breath as the big villain, grinning, stalks towards him.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The supervillian watched with a massive sadistic, grin across his face as the Silver Soldier's sculpted body doubled up, as Crusher's massive boot shattered the hero's ab armor, sinking deep into the muscled hero's abdominal cavity, unleashing hellacious destruction, the force of the blow sending the hero flying backwards like a cannonball, destroying one of the support beams before bouncing off the one behind it.

Crusher Kruschev walked slowly through the dust cloud and debris of the shattered column, his eyes drinking in the beautiful sight of that proud, strong, confident hero moaning in agony holding his shattered abs, rolling back and forth in the dirt and debris, streaking his pristine silver suit with grime.

The hero was double tough though, and Crusher wasn't discounting the hero's incredible toughness, resolve, and resilience. But Crusher was confident that he was the far superior fighter, more highly skilled than Silver Soldier, with an edge in strength to boot. And now, with the superhero's core basically broken, the hero was toast. But Crusher wasn't going to take chances. His guard up, Crusher surges forward while the hero shakily stands up, one hand holding himself up using the support beam, the other nursing his abs.

Lashing out like a lighting bolt, darting across the opening space, his massive hand seizes the hero's muscled wrist leaning against the support column, pulling him hard by that arm with a savage yank, smoothly pulling the injured hero across his shoulders in a rack. In one fluid movement, Crusher kneels, his quads swell with power, and he leaps straight up in the air with a surge of super power. The ceilings in the warehouse are easily 100 feet high, allowing the villian to build up an impressive height, before plummeting back towards the ground.

Crusher lands on the concrete with a roar of power, absorbing the energy of the fall with his massive legs, harnessing that energy as he drops forward onto his knees, channeling it all up his body and into the superhero's racked and stretched out spine, figuring that with all the brutal injury done to the superhero's abdominal muscles, Silver Soldier won't be able to lessen the brutal impact to his spine of all that savage energy. Screaming, "STILL THINK YOU ARE GONNA MAKE ME PAY FOR MY CRIMES? STILL THINK YOU ARE GONNA WIN? STILL THINK I'M NOT GONNA BREAK YOU,BITCH?" His words resonated with mockery, power, and dominance.

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10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver knows what's happening, but his body is starting to betray him. He has no time to react as he is pulled harshly up onto the back of Crusher. He can feel the villain's large back stretching him out, his damaged abdominals distending forward as he is forced to arch. "AAGH AAAAAAGHH" He clenches his mouth shut to stop from screaming, his arms and legs uselessly kick and claw at the air as he's unable to get any footing. And then he's airborn, they both are. Silver Soldier's eyes widen as he watches the massive ceiling of the warehouse draw closer, only for them to fall, Crusher gripping hard enough on his thigh to dent the big muscle quad, the other hand nearly choking him and BAAAAAAAAAM - they hit the ground as the building shakes.

A massive surge of pain electrifies Silver Soldier's spine as the hero cries out "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIEEEEEEEEEAAGHH" His deep baritone voice much less commanding in the throes of destruction that are occurring to his body. He flails wildly at the air, kicking, clawing, his face stretching as he screams. Worse, Crusher screams his end game at him, while pulling more harshly against his spine before standing and letting Silver Soldier drop like a useless sack behind him. Moaning, the big muscled hero struggles to get onto his knees, pushing himself up, his bad knee aching, his spine throbing, his abs cramping...he tries to get onto one knee to get up...he can't...he's moving so slow...how is this happening? He can't give up! "N-not...going...to break...meeee..." He says breathlessly as he stays on his knees.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The sound of Silver Soldier's screams, the feel of that powerfully muscled hero writhing and spasming in agony across his shoulders made the supervillian's massive 12" of hero conquering meat spasm and swell. This was it... he'd rolled the dice, took the gamble, and now he had the toughest member of the hero league screaming in agony. His plan was working! Shrugging his shoulders, he dropped the mighty Silver Soldier like a sack of garbage to smash to the broken, cracked concrete below him. Turning around, the mighty supervillian suddenly flexed in front of the moaning, battle damaged superhero, snarling, "Look at me, little hero. I've outsmarted you. Outfought you. You are fucking outgunned."

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10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The supervillian's massive muscles swelled with power, radiating hero-crushing might and dominance. But he didn't waste time showboating too long, just enough to hammer home his dominance into the hurting hero. Then, suddenly he exploded into further violence, seizing the hero's left arm in his vise like grip, yanking the hero down to the broken concrete while the Silver Soldier still struggled to even get up onto one knee. He trapped the hero's powerfully muscled left arm under his armpit, hooking his chin in his right hand, yanking back. The supervillian's massive right knee spiked into the small of the superhero's back, digging in the hero's body. The Crusher's left hand grabbed the hero's left ankle, and yanked back, torquing that fucked up left knee with savage brutal muscle.

Then with a savage roar, he pulled back with every ounce of his incredible muscle, veins popping out all up and down his massive physique, the muscles flexing with hero breaking power, as he exerted every ounce of his will and strength to bend the hero in half across his knee, to savagely fuck the hero's left knee, to wrench and ravage that left arm, to send destruction into every muscle in the hero's body with his bow and arrow hold.

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10:01 Silver_Soldier: As he made it to his knees, his big muscled body feeling impossibly heavy as the lack of support from his damaged spine and abs caused his upper body to sway seeking stability not offered but momentarily by his damaged abs and back before giving out and needing to sway elsewhere.

His pathetic display was starkly contrasted by the show Crusher put on directly in front of him, mocking him with his powerful build, every muscle bulging in dominant display over the battered hero. It was also impossible to not notice the massive hardened cylinder in Crushers pants which sent a whimper of concern popping from Silver Soldier's lips.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: It was just then that Crusher grabbed Silver's left wrist, and quickly, roughly tore at his arm, forcing the struggling hunk to his side, leveraging his arm just to dig his massive sledgehammer head knee menacingly into his lean, tapered lower back and then wrenched his damaged leg back. The sensation of physical pain was not new to Silver Soldier, this encounter alone would have promised that much. But the feeling that was coming over Silver Soldier continued to pour into the hero's will, butting against his identity. His right arm flailed, clawing at the broken ground beneath them, his damaged leg was incapable of pulling away from Kruschevs grip no matter how much his gorgeous leg muscles flexed. He was helpless. He moaned and then whimpered, his teeth tightly grinding in an effort to halt his powerless wailing. His mouth alternating from grinding teeth to pursed lips, silent screams as his mouth gnashed at the empty air all while his lower back continued to grind more and more, reaching new limits of muscular destruction on the aesthetically built heroic body.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: It was a harsh realization that the pain he felt coursing through his silver clad body had merely been the set up. Moment later and Crusher began to pour on the power from his incredible muscled body. The hatred and dominance poured from the villain and caused his foe to involuntarily yell. Never had Silver Soldier, in all of his training, felt a true loss. Only in exhibitions or demonstrations did he ever submit. But now, as his eyes continued to dart, looking for an exit, his breathing laboring, his body drenched in sweat and worse of all his beefy bod betraying him as waves of torment pulsed throughout him, he felt his right hand stretch out. This new feeling of helplessness opened the floodgates to other perspectives. He couldn't deny the incredible power and ascendancy of Kruschev Crusher's massive body. His mind reeling as he concluded more and more that he had been set up and pursued. That Crusher had sized up Silver Soldier and surmised he would easily dominate the hero. This led to further conflicts within the hero, as he let his hand give into it's instincts, all while he felt on the verge of snapping in half. He screamed again and his hand began to tap wildly against the ground, an obvious sign of submission, but whether or not Crusher noticed was something else as Silver Soldier's mouth was too preoccupied with hollering tortuously to formulate a submission, to which Silver Soldier was glad.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher's massive guns continued to swell with power, veins popping out into full relief on those massive muscular globes, his enormous chest and thick cut, shredded abdominal bricks flexing with god-like might as he continued to bend the hero backwards across his knee. The Silver Soldier's body, layered as it was with ultra-dense, powerful shredded super muscle, was tough, durable, stronger than steel, never had Crusher felt anything like it. It resisted his power like nothing else ever had. But that resistance only spurred Crusher onto an even greater effort.

Bending that perfectly sculpted, heroically noble, unbelievably powerful muscle bod more and more. Judging by the screams of agony echoing across the warehouse, judging by the grinding of the hero's bones, the feel of muscles and joints beginning to tear, Crusher knew he had done it. So utterly outmuscled the super hero's mighty bod that he now held the hero's life in his hands. But he had no intention of killing Silver Soldier. Oh no. Silver Soldier was a means to an end. He was going to enjoy breaking the hero. Utterly.

Crusher held the super hero at the breaking point, sweat pouring down his face, rivulets running down between his massive pectorals, letting the damage to the Silver Soldier's superbly conditioned super hero muscle build and build, in that left knee, that left arm, those stretched out abdominals, and most savagely, his back and spine which was at the breaking point.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Then, Crusher saw it. And smiled. The evil grin of triumph spread across his face. There, as if he were in an MMA match, Silver Soldier's right hand was frantically tapping the cracked concrete, even while further screams of agony ripped out of his throat. Crusher Kruschev mocked the superhero, keeping him bent at the breaking point, "Fuck you Silver Soldier. You think this is the UFC, where I gotta let go just because my bitch has had enough? You think this fight has rules? You think you are even FUCKING WORTHY to suck my cock, let alone submit to me? What would your fans say, those other chump hero pals of yours from the league say, if they were here, if they saw the mighty Silver Soldier TAPPING out to the bad guy? GONNA BREAK YOU BITCH!"

With those words, the muscled supervillian rolled backwards, pointing the arched heroic form of the Silver Soldier straight up towards the ceiling, and all at once, let go of his grip on the handsome hero's chin and ankle, thrusting his leg straight up, launching the hero out of the bow and arrow hold with savage force, hurtling his battered and nearly broken body upwards with sufficient velocity to ensure the noble superhero's battered muscle would smash into the ceiling.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Crusher had seen it. He had watched Silver Soldier tap as he cried in agony. His ego was struggling to come to grips with his current situation...there was no way...and yet he continued to scream, he continued to tap, even more as Crusher held him right at the point of completely being broken.

Silver found himself suddenly facing the ceiling and then felt as he was launched convulsing through the air as his body ached, eyes wide, his voice laced with fear as he rocketed up and up, slamming into the hundred foot ceiling, sticking there briefly as he moaned and his body awkwardly peeled off, heading head first back to the warehouse floor, his big arms panicked as they almost comically flailed as the big hero came plummeting down. "AAAAAAAAGH AAAAAAAGH NOOO NOOOOOO"

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher watched the hero smash like a bug into the ceiling, all that perfectly proportioned, incredible muscle, the result of years of intense training, enhanced with ultra dense super strength, plummeting towards him, his limbs flailing, screams of panic and agony echoing across the warehouse. With perfect timing and incredible speed, Crusher dropped to one knee, his massive right fist cocked. He launched his savage right fist directly into the pit of Silver Soldier's broken abs only inches before the superhero's head would have smashed into the concrete. Crusher roared as he unloaded that punch, digging deep, throwing his entire body into that blow, muscles popping and flaring into full flex.

That fist EXPLODED like a bomb against the hero's destroyed abs, catapulting the hero backwards on a new trajectory, smashing him savagely into another support, back first and upside down. With a brutal grin of pleasure on his face, his massive 12" of hero-conquering meat at full mast, threatening to rip free from his denim jeans, Crusher strolled over towards the hero.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Then, harshly, he snarled down at the crumpled form of the superhero, grabbing the hero's head by his hair, no longer immaculate and perfect, then starts bellowing in the battered hero's face, punctuating his mocking, hateful words with savage slaps. "GET THE FUCK UP BITCH!! " <SLAP> "WHO THE FUCK TAUGHT YOU TO FIGHT? YOU COME WALTZING IN HERE LOOKING FOR ME, THINKING THAT YOU WERE GONNA BE ABLE TO OUTFIGHT ME?" <SLAP> <SLAP> "YOU SERIOUSLY THOUGHT YOU COULD CHALLENGE ME?" <SLAP> "YOU WALKED RIGHT INTO MY TRAP. SEE SILVER SOLDIER, I GOT BRAINS. I'M SMARTER THAN YOU, STRONGER THAN YOU, AND I'M A FAR BETTER FUCKING FIGHTER THAN YOU ARE. " <SLAP> <SLAP><SLAP> "YOU COULDN'T FIGHT YOUR WAY OUT OF A PAPER BAG. BEFORE I'M DONE WITH YOU, YOU'LL FUCKING DO ANYTHING I SAY. " <SLAP> "GONNA USE YOU, FUCKER.. USE YOU TO SET UP YOUR FRIENDS. USE YOU TO KILL YOUR PALS. " <SLAP> "DESTROY THE ENTIRE HERO LEAUGE IN ONE GO. LEAVING ME FREE TO RULE THIS CITY, ALL BECAUSE YOU" <SLAP> "ARE A" <SLAP> "WEAK-ASSED" <SLAP> "WORTHLESS" <SLAP> "FAILURE" <SLAP> "GET THE FUCK UP!" <SLAP>

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was on the verge of pissing himself when Crusher's fist exploded into his midsection. Silver felt the fist bury past his abdominal wall and the knuckled mallet Crusher called a fist pushed against his spine. Had he room to vomit he would have lost his guts. His mouth stretched into a silent scream as tears dropped from his eyes. And then he was incapacitated for a moment before he came back to, still buried on Crusher's fist, until his body quickly flew off from the force.

Silver Soldier slammed into another support beam, it wrapped around the top of his head and bottom of his ass holding him there until he slowly peeled off it as well, underscored by his pathetic moaning as he dropped to the ground in a heap of dust.

Silver Soldier's slack jaw and unfocused eyes were lifted as his hair was forcefully pulled. He finally made contact with Crusher. Crusher began to brutally bully Silver Soldier and every statement stung nearly as much as the shockwave causing slaps forcing his head to snap from one side to the next.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: He had no way of knowing why he thought he could fight Crusher. He had been completely outclassed... he had been outsmarted... out played... outmanned. It was too much. "NOOOO NOOO PLEAAGGH" He took another slap as Crusher told him he'd be used to kill his comrades, "NOOOO" And another series of painful slaps drilling home his uselessness as a hero. Silver Soldier's handsome face was starting to swell and he was looking less than pristine. As he was commanded to get up, he felt cowardly, but he felt he could only obey, and so he did. Or he tried... he tried to stand, but his midsection refused to support his oversized pecs, massive shoulders and melon sized arms. His back was throbbing on fire as well. But he knew Crusher meant it. "Ohh pleasee..I'm...tryingg...just...a momenttt..."

Still dazed, his head spinning from being repeatedly slapped like a bitch, he reached out and used the support beam to anchor himself, his hand against the firm sturdy surface, a foil to his current physical state. He continued to use his good arm, his right arm, as his body slumped forward, drool dribbled from his mouth in a long trail of spittle, his abs burned, and as he got as close to standing as he could in his current state, his left leg threatened to give out repeatedly.

It was only when he had finally gotten himself to focus and control his breathing, that he realized the support beam was nowhere close, and his hand was on the massive pecs of Crusher, who looked down at him with a giant nefarious smirk.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher Kruschev looked down at the pathetic superhero as he struggled to rise up to his feet after the savage brutal assault on both his body and his mind. He watched with sadistic amusement in his eyes and grin as the broken hero's mighty right arm, powerfully muscled, that bicep flexing and trembling as the dazed and battered super hero latched onto Crusher's massive pecs. Silver Soldier was so fucking out of it, he never even realized that he was using the body of his enemy to pull himself up to his feet.

Drool dribbled out of the hero's swollen face, not nearly as handsome as it used to be, while he swayed like a drunken sailor, the entire time Crusher's mocking gaze was drilling holes into the hero's skull, waiting for the superhero to realize exactly where he was. Crusher's smile widened as the superhero finally realized where he was.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Twitching slightly, Crusher flexed his massive pectorals, one after the other, that steel-hard muscle bouncing the superhero's right arm up and down. Before Silver Soldier could move his arm, Crusher's massive hammer hand seized the super hero's right wrist. Then, he flexed his left bicep in the hero's face, that massive globe, literally the size of a cannon ball, exploding into muscular power. "You think your muscles even deserve to be in the same room as mine, bitch? LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS POWER. THIS IS THE FUCKING POWER THAT IS BREAKING YOU DOWN BITCH." Then, he ground the superhero's hand against those massive supervillian pecs. Crusher flexed them like steel, driving the hero's hand so hard into those ultra hard, massive slabs of super muscle, bending the wrist, that he threatened to break the hero's fingers. "FEEL THOSE PECS, BITCH. THAT'S POWER. YOU ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE STRONG ENOUGH TO FIGHT ME? TO FIGHT AGAINST MUSCLES LIKE THESE?"

Then, suddenly, with viper fast speed, Crusher ripped the superhero's right wrist off his pec, and surging forward, smashed the hero against the support column. He pinned the hero's wrist to the hard concrete, up high next to his head, forcing the superhero's right arm to flex, showing off that heroic bicep. "THINK YOUR MUSCLES CAN TAKE MY POWER? THINK AGAIN BITCH!" Then, cocking his left fist, Crusher's mighty biceps flaring with power, he drove his thickly muscled arm forward, his sledgehammer fist smashing into that trapped and flexed right bicep with a thunderous impact that shook the warehouse, and sent cracks up and down the support column.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's face contorted in humiliation, and then bewilderment as he felt the immense power undulating from Crusher's rolling pecs. He couldn't help but bite his bottom lip and a look of awe washed over his swollen face.

Quickly and with a fierce control, Crusher flexed his bicep into Silver's face. Silver watched as the mounded muscle leapt and rounded, quickly outsizing his own head. As Crusher began to drill in his dominance, Silver Soldier looked on in wonder, eyes locked onto the powerful bicep that radiated authoritative power directly in front of him, he subconsciously conceded, not aware that he was nodding his head up and down in agreement with Crusher, still so out of it. Punch-drunk defined.

And then Crusher, living up to his name, stuff Silver's hand into his deep pecs, flexing. Silver cried out as his body contorted and the effort to pull away only made his entire body spasm, falling back toward Crusher for support. He quickly began shaking his head, this time fully conscious, "N-nonoo ss-sssirr." He deferred from fear and reverence.

Silver Soldier was then pinned against the support and he felt his own glorious bicep flex. The envy of many on his team, and around the world, his biceps were prizes on his already prized body. But he watched as his arm, pinned above his head, became the target for Crusher's menacing eyes, his clenched fist cocked. In a last ditch effort, he pleaded, "NO I DON'TT I DON'TT THINK SOO SIRR" but it was way too late. It had been too late the second he had stepped into Crusher's trap. And his proud bicep ruptured, the anguish evident as his head flew back and the most harrowing of screams left his mouth, an immediate mourning of his once proud bicep.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The supervillian's 12" of steel meat spasmed, leaking pre-cum as he felt the Silver Soldier's massive bicep take his fist. It resisted briefly, but then, suddenly, ruptured and collapsed, thick steel-hard muscle shattered, torn and ripped. Destroyed.

With a roar, Crusher dropped his grip on the superhero's now ruined right arm, that once proud and powerful bicep nothing but a misshapen lump of ruptured muscle. He gripped the collar of the superhero's silver suit, and with a surge of muscle, tore his hands down, ripping that silver suit as though it were paper, exposing the superhero's thickly muscled torso, those perfect, massive pecs, those ruptured and wrecked abdominals.

Snarling, he spat into the Silver Soldier's face. "WEAK ASS BITCH! GONNA RIP YOUR FAKE MUSCLE TO SHREDS. YOU AIN'T WORTHY TO CALL ME SIR. AIN'T WORTHY OF SHIT, EXCEPT BEING MY PUNCHING BAG AND FUCK HOLE." Then, pinning the superhero against the column, he unleashed an absolutely savage assault on the broken hero, literally using him as a punching bag.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: His biceps swelled up like cannonballs, his core turned harder than steel, his eyes flashing hate and dominance, he fired off a savage right uppercut to the superhero's impressive stacked pecs, the uppercut ripping right under the pec shelf with enough force to sheer steel. He followed that up with a left uppercut to the underside of the other pec shelf, then a straight and left to the center of the pec mass, delivering savage bombs with enough force to rupture steel. The vast support column behind them creaked ominously, more cracks spreading. While he assaulted the superhero's proud, hard-muscled pecs, he kept up the abuse, "GONNA CRUSH YOUR WEAK ASS MUSCLE.." PUNCH "GONNA FUCKING RIP IT OFF YOU.." PUNCH "GONNA FUCKING CRIPPLE YOU HERO.." PUNCH "SHOW YOU WHAT A FUCKING FAILURE YOU ARE.." PUNCH "WHEN I'M DONE WRECKING YOU, YOU ARE GONNA BEG ME TO ALLOW YOU.." PUNCH "THE PRIVILEDGE OF SUCKING MY COCK." PUNCH "YOU'LL EVEN KILL YOUR OWN FRIENDS. YOU'LL DO FUCKING ANYTHING. HERO? YOU ARE A FUCKING ZERO!" With that final blast of hate, the supervillian unloaded a double punch, right and left at the same time, with every single ounce of muscle he had, right to the middle of those battered and abused heroic pectorals. The force was so massive that the column shattered, sending the hero's body once more catapulting backwards.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier continued to scream deliriously at the idea of his bicep completely ruptured, the shockwaves of torment never-ending from his arm, his entire body on fire. His suit was suddenly ripped from the top, almost all of it torn from his upper body as Crusher discarded the suit as if it were yesterday's trash.

A wad of spit slammed Silver's screaming face, some going into his mouth, as he suddenly stopped, quivering in fear as Crusher snarled over him. "noo pleassee..I didn't...mean...ss-ssss-sss..." A trained soldier not knowing how to defer to Crusher anymore put him into a tailspin of mental anguish.

However Crusher quickly pivoted his torment from mental to physical - to both - as he unleashed a ferocious uppercut into Silver Soldier's jutting pec, he felt the muscle compress and snap up toward his face as it was assaulted. And then he did it to the other side, tears streaming from his face. He moaned , "NOO UUGGNNNH PLEASSAGGHH MERRCCYY FFNNGGGHH FFUCCCCKKK PLEASSEEE NNNGGH NOTT AAGGHH OOH FUUCCK NGGHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGGHH" Silver Soldier crashed through the support beam behind him, flipping, rolling over himself in a heap... he went to nurse his bruised pecs, but his right arm spasmed in protest, his left hand tenderly laying over the throbbing muscle, looking down to see his once perky chest sagging and discolored. He rolled in place, trying to sit up, a new muscle aching that would force him to flop back to his back, until he rolled onto his face, and then back to his back, unable to get anywhere, miserably rolling nowhere but in a loop...hearing the calm controlled steps of his tormenter approaching. "oOHhhh it huurtss..itt hurrtsss..everytthinggg hurttss...i'mmm sorrryy...pleaseeee..i'm so soo sorrryyyy....neverrr...stoodd....a...chancceee...awwww" The revelation sent uncontrollable sobs through the hero, his face now awash with sniveling snot and tears.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Chuckling with savage satisfaction, Crusher Kruschev slowly begins to stalk the blubbering, broken, ruined supehero as he lay flopping pathetically on the ground, his proud muscles ripped and ruptured. Those mighty pecs sagging and bruised. Utterly broken now, the sobs and pathetic snivelings of the once mighty hero were music to Crusher's ears.

He stood over the hero who kept rolling in a circle on the ground. His enormous hand closed over the hero's skull like a claw, and he lifted the writhing, pathetic mass of broken hero muscle up slowly by his head, until the hero's legs were able to touch the ground. Then, his eyes hard as steel, he stared into the broken hero's bruised and battered face, covered in grime, no longer handsome. "LISTEN UP YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU A DEAL. IF YOU WANT OUT OF HERE, ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS REACH THE DOORS OF THE WAREHOUSE IN UNDER 10 SECONDS. THAT'S IT. DO THAT, AND I LET YOU GO. BUT... IF YOU DON'T MAKE IT.. THEN YOU ARE MINE, YOU COCK-SUCKING SNIVELLING LITTLE BITCH. MINE." Then, the titantic super villian releases his claw-like grip on the hero's head, and waits, grinning evilly.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Pulled up by the head, Silver Soldier was forced to stare into the intimidating and powerful visage of Crusher. He listened as he was told. Nodding his head, though he didn't quite understand what he was hearing.

Silver Soldier could see the warehouse doors. The warehouse was big, but Silver Soldier could have easily made it to the doors in 10 seconds if he was in good form. But right now....he still had to take the deal... and he took a step forward, dragging with him his left leg. "10" - He heard Crusher counting, though it seemed as if he was counting slowly on purpose...or slower than normal seconds....

Silver pulled himself forward, his body slumped, and swaying as his abs and back refused to hold him upright, his destroyed right arm hung limply while his damaged left arm tried to act like a rudder in mid air, as if to guide him better. "9" Crusher gave some false words of encouragement and Silver Soldier took another step, the cracked floor of the warehouse made for dangerous trekking, he flexed every muscle in his glutes and hamstrings in a desperate effort to stay standing, his abs cramped and he let out a cry..."8" he took another step and shirtless hero went stumbling forward, closer to the door, but he landed on his face and chest...his battered chest sent waves of pain throughout him, and he tried to not writhe, as he pushed against the floor with his right foot, slithering across the at a snail's pace, his body and face scraping against debris. "OOHH OOH ohh pleasee..can'tt...oohhhh gawwdd..." His self-image was rotting at this point as he tried to army crawl with his left arm, pushing with his right foot - his big, once proud, muscle body, weighed him down. He cursed his aesthetic form that served no use if every muscle in his body betrayed him, made him helpless, useless..

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher sneered at the superhero's pathetic attempts to make the doors. Swaying back and forth, barely able to stand, the broken hero couldn't even stay on his feet, his shattered muscles giving out, dumping him on the ground and grime, where he fucking belonged. Chuckling, not interfering in any way, even giving the broken bitch extra time, keeping his count slow, he walked slow, deliberate circles around the pathetic hero, trying desperately to army crawl towards the doors. "7!"

Blubbering and begging the entire time. Shattered. The outcome was inevitable. They both knew it.

The hero's attempts to army crawl made the supervillian's dick ache to shoot. "6!" The bitched hero dragged his carcass a bit further, his muscles spasming, ruptured, failing. "5!"

Continuing that slow walk, Crusher examined the patchwork of bruises marring the hero's once perfect, unblemished body. "4!" The hero was slowly down now, and Crusher massaged his bulging crotch as he focused on the broken lump of muscle dangling from his right arm, once a mighty bicep dedicated to justice. "4!" That face, blubbering and crying, the strain of even moving forward an inch too much for him showing on his battered features. "3!"

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: That core, that waist, so perfectly proportioned, so packed with muscle, stretched near the breaking point, tendons and muscles ripped and torn, obliques ravaged, spasming as the blubbering broken wreck tried to army crawl just one more inch. "2!"

But before the superhero had made it even a quarter of the way towards the far doors, Crusher boomed out, "1!"

Then, he knelt down slowly and deliberately, his hand grabbing the back of the superhero's head while he crawled across the grimy floor like the worm he was, dragging his ruptured muscles through the dirt and debris. Crusher smiled sadistically, then spoke up, "You failed. Again. Not surprising. Looks like you are mine now. Ready to help me kill off the rest of the hero league? Ready to betray every fucking thing you stand for? Ready to worship a real man? A man you aren't even worthy of being in the city as?"

He flexed as he spoke, his muscles rippling with power, radiating an aura of intimidation and domination. Then, suddenly, he screamed out in a loud voice, a commanding voice, spittles of rage splashing into the broken hero's fucked up face, "TELL ME SILVER SOLDIER, TELL ME RIGHT NOW, LET ME HEAR YOU SAY IT, TELL ME WHAT A FUCKING WORTHLESS CUNT YOU ARE!! TELL ME TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO HELPING ME KILL YOUR SUPER PALS. YOU WILL FUCKING CALL ME BOSS, YOU WORTHLESS CUNT. THEN YOU WILL BEG ME... BEG ME TO LET YOU SUCK YOUR BOSS'S DICK! YOUR DAYS OF BEING A SUPERHERO ARE AT A FUCKING END!"

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Crusher boomed out "1" and Silver Soldier wailed. He clawed at the ground with his left hand, then banged his face into it. "NNOOO NOO AWWW NOOOO" He was deftly pulled up by the back of the head, in front of him a kneeling Crusher kept Silver Soldier on the ground, but lifted him up to stare directly into his face.

Silver Soldier nodded weakly. He was nothing. Nothing left. He had been obliterated. He knew his former peers were awaiting his orders, which he now felt, given how Crusher had set him up, was a trap...

"I'MMAAA WORTHLEEESS CUNTTT BOSSS PLEASSEE FUUCCKK MY CUNNTTT KILL THEEEMM THEEYYREE NOTHINNGGG PLEASEEEEEEE OOHH FUCCKK I'M NOTHINGGG BOSSSS LEEETTT MEE SUCCKK YOURRR HUGGEE BOSSSS COCCCKKKK I'MMM NOTTHINGG OOH PLEASEE OH OH I'MMMM FUCCKINGG NOTHINNGG BOSSS BOSSSSS OHH YOURREE MYY BOSSS"

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher's broad face twisted into contempt as the once noble, proud hero shattered completely, so fucking completely that he was willing to betray his own friends. He snarled, "WEAK FUCKING CUNT!!" He reached out with both of his massive hammerfist hands, and sunk them in a double claw to the superhero's ruined pectorals, the muscles sagging on his chest. With a heave, he easily lifted the blubbering wreck of former hero muscle by that double pec claw, his fingers twisting and stabbing deep into the battered muscles, ripping and tearing what was left of those once proud mounds of noble might.

Then, he walked across the warehouse, holding the hero suspended, each step driving his fingers deeper into those ruptured mounds of muscle. He stopped near a small desk with a monitor and a radio. Releasing the hero, letting him drop like a sack of trash, he picked up the reciever and put it close to the hero's mouth. "Now, give the order. I know those super cunt pals of yours are staking out my other warehouse, waiting for their noble leader, Silver Soldier, to tell them what to do. I've hacked into their coms, so it's all up to you now. Kill your pals. Order them all to charge in. And I SWEAR to you, you worthless cunt, if your voice so much as tremors, if you so much as stutter, if you DO anything to warn them off, then what I've done to you so far will seem like child's play compared to the suffering I'm gonna make you feel!! NOW, OBEY THE BOSS!"

10:01 Silver_Soldier: "AAAAAAAIEEE AAAAAAAGHH" Silver Soldier cried out more and more as he was lifted by his pecs, feeling the muscle sinew tearing from his body as he felt Crusher's grip tighten and the weight of his body pull opposite.

Silver was dropped and moaned, but had to quickly get himself together as he anticipated what needed to be done. He cleared his throat as Crusher moved the receiver to his mouth.

A button went "CLICK" - His commanding baritone voice came back, an air of authority, though he and Crusher both knew it was fake - "Lightning? Are you there? Where is everyone?" -
"Silver! Yes, we're here, waiting. Wow - you really beat Crusher already? We all expected it to take a little longer than that?! You really are the strongest fighter! You shoulda flexed over him like Maribel said, but you're a bit too good-natured for that, huh? Did you make him apologize like you said?"
A twinge of fear and regret hit Silver's gut as he grimaced, his eyes locking on Crusher who nodded his head. "Oh yeah, really made a fool of him. I'm sure he finally understands the error of his ways though, once he wakes up that is. Here's the thing, you all need to make sure to enter at the same time, got it?"
He felt hot tears sting his cheeks. He was a fraud. He was selling out his friends, his comrades, he was completely unable to cope.
"Yes *boss*" Lightning quipped, "You heard him, League leap!" There was a brief pause, and then an explosion as the receiver suddenly made no more noise. "OOOOOOOHN NNGGHH - OOOOOOHH FUUCCCKKKK" Silver cried out as he looked at his boss Crusher, remorse and anguish immediately flooding his swollen features.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The brutal supervillian hovered over Silver Soldier, silently chuckling as the hero, so totally bitched, so terrified of his new boss, pulled off his role to perfection, sending his friends to their deaths. He watched with sick pleasure at the exchange between Silver Soldier and Lightning. Having to pretend to his comrades that he had managed to beat Crusher Kruschev. It was so ironic, if only they could see their role model now.

The array of bombs, powerful enough to kill even superheros as tough as the League, detonated. And just like that, the league was dead. Betrayed by one of their own, the noble, mighty Silver Soldier, nothing now but a cunt. A few moments after the radio cut to static, the entire warehouse shook as the shockwave that had killed Silver Soldier's friends reached their location.

Crusher reached out, his touch almost gentle as he brushed at the tears streaking down the former superhero's face as the hero wailed in anguish at what he had done.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Then, Crusher's voice whipped out, harsh and brutal. "GOOD JOB YOU FUCKING CUNT. YOU JUST MURDERED YOUR PALS. THAT'S THE END OF THE HERO LEAGUE. NOW, THIS CITY IS MINE. THAT CALLS FOR A CELEBRATION." Then, the supervillian's massive hand unzipped the front of his jeans, and that massive 12" rod of hero-crushing might sprang forward, savagely poking Silver Soldier in the eye.

His other hand gripped the back of Silver Soldier's skull, and pulled his head back, forcing the broken hero to stare up. "CUNT. FUCKING BITCH. TAKE THE BOSS'S COCK. TAKE IT ALL. SWALLOW IT ALL. WORSHIP THE MAN WHO TAUGHT YOU HOW FUCKING WORTHLESS YOU ARE. OUTFOUGHT YOU. OUTGUNNED YOU." Crusher flexed his massive bicep, shoving it into the Silver Soldier's face. "OUTSMARTED YOU. OWNS YOUR CUNT ASS. OWNS YOUR FUCKING SOUL." With that, he let out a roar of rage, smashing his 12" of hero-shattering meat to the hilt down Silver Soldier's throat, ramming it in so hard, so deep, with so much force he knew he was ripping the superhero's throat to shreds, and that only made the supervillian harder.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier sobbed loudly as he was derided by Crusher. Not only had he been completely defeated, he had handed over the city to Crusher AND had obliterated any possible obstacle by betraying his team. It dawned on Silver Soldier in this moment that Crusher Kruschev had planned for MONTHS - possibly longer - a series of bread crumbs and incidents that would lead to this moment, with him moments away of conceding his manhood after being bitched, physically demolished and mentally destroyed. Crusher was superior in every way imaginable - and Silver Soldier's cock became rock hard as Crusher's massive hero breaking rod slammed into his eye.

Silver Soldier's head was forced back and Crusher commanded him to do his bitch diligence. Flexing in front of him as the hero moaned, his hips trying to buck. Crusher's cock then dive bombed into Silver Soldier's mouth, down his throat - tearing at it, he began gagging immediately as the veined, salty member ravaged him from inside. Silver Soldier's pleading eyes met Crusher's indomitable glare as he began ramming his cock up and down the length of Silver's throat, pulling and tearing more of the hero's - former hero's - esophagus and larynx as he did. He was a fucking whole to be seeded. He knew it, and even in distress and pain, he began lapping his tongue on Crusher's cock - gagging and choking.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: He felt his throat bulging, his big Adam's apple scraping, protruding harshly against his neck as snot poured from his nostrils, eyes red and bloodshot.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher could feel his massive monster of a cock literally ripping the hero's throat apart as he thrust his hips forward, skullfucking the superhero with a rapidly building tempo. And normal man would have been killed by now, but luckily, the former superhero was one tough cunt.

Even in the midst of ravaging the hero's pie hole so bad he was causing brutal injuries, Crusher suddenly felt the hero doing his best to carry out his command to worship him. Fuck, the hero wanted to worship him!! FUCK! Reaching back with his free hand, Crusher felt the hero's crotch. HE WAS SPORTING A BONER!! The realization that Crusher had bitched the hero so deeply, so fucking completely, that any shred or vestige of the noble hero's identity had shattered to the point where he now craved nothing but to be used by his worst enemy sent a surge of power rushing through the massive supervillian.

His hand formed a claw, and drove down, spiking deep into the superhero's shattered abs, fingers spiking into the abdominal wall, twisting, torque, savagely tearing and decimating what was left of those once unbreakable armored abs. At the same time, he screamed out, "THAT'S RIGHT YOU MOTHER FUCKING WORTHLESS CUNT, WORSHIP ME!! WORSHIP THE MAN WHO FUCKING UNMANNED YOU. SUPER HERO? SILVER SOLDIER? FUCK THAT SHIT. YOU ARE A FUCKING ZERO. A FUCKING SILVER SUCKER!" As the supervillian's body spasmed violently, his balls clenching, every muscle in Crusher tenses, his fingers suddenly sinking so deep into the shattered hero's abdomen that he felt the superhero's spine. Then, with a roar, he exploded, unloading massive, thick, hot creamy ropes of super villian seed deep down the bitched hero's cunt throat. Savage spurts of cum, one after the other. Then he stood up, ripping his dick out of the hero, releasing his claw from those obliterated abdominals and staring down into the superhero's shattered face.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Crusher fucked his face harder and harder. He desperately tried to please his boss, licking and his left hand had found it's way to Crusher's thigh, rubbing the massively carved muscle. Silver deserved to be used. And then Crusher's fingers dug into his abdominals, cruelly twisting his weakened stomach and his insides to boot. It was too much for him as his muffled cries fell on deaf ears, fearfully as Crusher began to dig at his spine.

Crusher's balls tightened on Silver Soldier's chin and a massive release flooded Silver's insides. It had to be more cum than Silver could produce in a week - hot, almost searingly painful, steaming his guts, thick - it was like forcing down wet peanut butter, but all salt and dominant manhood. It seemed like it wouldn't end until Crusher tore out his cock and rested it against the open mouthed face of Silver Soldier, covering up his entire left side, jaw to forehead. Silver continued to lick the cock even with a sore jaw, ruined throat and pained abs. Crusher then stood up, his cock still aimed toward Silver Soldier as globs of post cum dropped onto his face, in his open mouth and onto his demolished chest. Silver's breathing sounded labored as air struggled to flow correctly down the right pipes of his ruined throat, ghostly whistles instead.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher stood there for a moment, then straddling the totally crushed superhero, Silver Soldiers' body, mind, and spirit broken, he flexed triumphantly, muscles flaring, radiating an aura of pure superiority and sheer power.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher then strolled off, leaving the broken superhero lying like a piece of meat, retreiving the shredded front of his legendary silver suit, ripping that iconic S off the tattered material, holding it in his hand as he walked back to the downed superhero. Then, he knelt down, the hero so injured that he likely could no longer even stand on his own. Crusher spread out that S between his hands.

"Recognize this Cunt? REMEMBER THIS? It used to mean something to ya, to the city, to your dead pals. Now?" Crusher reaches down, and uses it to clean the spit and cum off his cock. "It's worth about as much as you. The Silver Soldier is fucking dead already. This S? It stands for the Silver Sucker now. Let's hear you admit it, cunt. Fucker. I wanna hear you tell the Boss what a cock sucker you are. Tell your boss how much you love being nothing but the Boss's fag, his cunt, his bitch. Tell the boss the Silver Soldier is dead. Tell your boss how much you love being the Silver Sucker. NOW CUNT!!" Crusher's massive face barked that last command, radiating hate and contempt for the broken hero.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver watched as much as he could as Crusher walked away - coming back he knelt and showed Silver Soldier his emblem. The heroic emblem that once covered his powerfully built chest, part of the costume that had wrapped his heroic body and now it was torn from him.

Crusher roughly barked his orders and Silver Soldier began trembling, nodding wildly - his voice clearly strained from the brutal throat fucking he had just received. "YEAAGSHHSS BOSSS OOH FUCCKK I'MM THE SILLVERR SUCCKKEERR SUCCKK MYY BOSSSSESSSS CCOOKKK" Hearing himself say this brought out a wail of pain, his ego completely decimated as he looked at the "S" and back at his boss, his god, Crusher, "SILVERRRR SOLDDIERR IS DEADD YOU FUCKINGG KILLEDDD HIMM BOSS YOUUU MADEE HIMM A FUCCKING JOKEEE REVEALLED HISS SECRETT IDENTTIITTY AS COCKK SUCCKING SILVERR SUCCKERR - USEELEESS CUNTT ANDDD BOSS'S FAAHH - BOSS'S FAAA--- BOSS'SS FAAGGG" Silver Soldier had felt his cock pushing harshly against his shorts, and throbbing, until his 9" cock finally began to shoot as he admitted his place as the Boss's fag, shooting in his shorts, the loud squelching evident as his eyes rolled in his head - the sudden contrast of waves of pleasure caused the defeated hero to feel sick, he had been so internally manipulated that he needed this to shoot his load. Then he began to weep. Disgusted with himself and knowing it all to be true.

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Grunting with pleasure, his 12" hero raping tool throbbing and leaking, the brutal supervillain looked down in savage delight as Silver Sucker wailed out his total submission, his voice distorted and cracked. And then, the superhero actually shot his wad... so bitched, the brutal supervillian's domination having raped his mind so completely, that the hero's cock erupted hands free as the sign of his total shattering and submission to his boss.

It was the sign of Crusher's ultimate and total victory over the former super hero. His cock, rock hard, leaking, demanded satisfaction yet again. Crusher took what he wanted. And what he wanted now was that hero's tight ass. He wanted to feel his cock invading the hero's cunt.

He reached down with a roar, and lifted the brutalized, cunted and bitched hero up with a tight grip around his waist, deadlifted the Silver Sucker's densely muscled, shattered body. Forcing his hips between the hero's legs, his hands holding the hero by the small of his back, Crusher spiked the brutalized superhero on his massive 12" dick, driving it to the hilt in one mega thrust, ripping his ass, tearing muscles, that foot long monster invading the shattered hero, starting to smash his cunt's prostate while forcibly widening the hero's hole. Using his grip on the hero's narrow waist, his massive hammer hands clawing those muscled obliques, shredding the hard muscles, using it like a handle, suspending the cunted hero in the air, he began to pump the hero's body like a piston, driving his cock deeper with each thrust, doing more damage to the cunted hero.

He screamed out, "GONNA FUCK YOU IN TWO, GONNA SPLIT YOUR CUNT, RIP IT, DESTROY IT, SHRED IT. YOU DESERVE THIS, DON'T YOU SILVER SUCKER? THIS IS YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR EVEN THINKING YOU COULD STAND UP TO CRUSHER, ISN'T IT? YOU WANT THIS... NEED THIS... DON'T YOU CUNT? TAKE IT... TAKE THE BOSS'S TOOL.. TAKE IT ALL... TAKE IT ALL LIKE THE CUNT OF A ZEROED HERO YOU ARE!"

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier was lifted his limbs like a rag doll's as Crusher pulled him up by his waist like he was nothing. Confirming he was absolutely nothing. His virgin hole wasn't ready for what was to come though, as the thick hero fucking cock of Crusher bulldozed through his anal cavity, veined cock thrumming across Silver's pulsating prostate - forcing the hero to harden again, his 9" cock appearing incredibly small for the first time in his life compared to Crusher's.

He was drilled relentlessly, his big muscled body - while a dilapidated vestige of it's former glory - jiggled and bounced obscenely as he was fucked. His parched mouth and dry lips gaped open as he sucked in air and his wails were like a passing siren as he was hefted up and down violently along Crusher's massive cock - all while it pulverized his prostate and rearranged his insides. His body completely powerless in comparison to the outright beastly ravaging Crusher was dishing out.

Silver Soldier replied, knowing not to keep the big boss waiting, "YESSS BOSSS I DESSERVEE - FUCCK MY FAGGCUNTTT - I NEVVERR STOODD A FUCCKINGG CHANNCEEE - I NEEDD ITT PLEAASEE PLEASEE GIVEE ITT TOO MEEE I NEEEEDD A REALL MANSSS DNAAA INSIDEE MEE PLEASEEE FUCCKK MY CUNTTTT SILVVVVVVVVERR SLITTTTT FUCCKK ITT"

10:01 Silver_Soldier:

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The cries of the bitched and shattered hero spurred on Crusher, the tempo of his violent desecration of the once noble hero speeding up till the hero's body was bouncing so hard against the supervillian's crotch it was just a blur. Crusher roared again, his balls clenching, as he screamed down into the Silver Sucker's face, "CUM YOU FUCKING CUNT. BLOW YOUR WORTHLESS LOAD FOR THE BOSS! NOW FUCKER!" His words lanced across the air, echoing through the warehouse.

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Crusher dug in his grip as Silver Soldier begged to be fucked. "OHHH FUCCK YESS" And as he began to up his temp, Silver Soldier began to cry out, "OOOHH FUUCCKK GETTINGGG FUCKEED OOH GAAWWD OOHH FUCCKK " Crusher was obliterating Silver Soldier - his prostate felt like it would burst from the unending pounding. Silver was being fucked at an imaginable pace, fucked hard - "OOHH MYY SILLVER SLITTTT BOSSS FUCCKINGG MY FFAAGGOTT CUNTT" He managed to barely get the words out as Crusher screamed in his face and on command and in fear, Silver Soldier shot the hardest heaviest load of his life, thick ropes of cum shooting into his face, slapping his chest and abs, he felt his insides tighten and grip Crusher's cock with as much force as they could muster, even after being so hatefully rearranged.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher screamed in rage and lust as he felt his cunted bitch hero erupt on command. He felt the shattered superhero's pathetic attempts to clench his ass around Crusher's invading hero-conquering piece of foot long meat. And most of all, he felt and saw the enormous explosion of broken hero seed spraying halfway across the warehouse. He erupted.

His balls boiled, firing thick jets of villian seed with the force of a machine gun, harder and fiercer than his first load, those jets ripping up the superhero's already battered innards. Crusher released his hold on the mutiliated obliques of the superhero, and the force of his eruption blasted the hero of his cock, smashing him headfirst into the concrete wall behind.

Then, reaching down, Crusher snatched up the discarded Silver S, approaching the hero. "TIME TO RUIN YOUR FAGGOT CUNT ONCE AND FOR ALL. TIME TO BREAK YOU ONCE AND FOR ALL. DON'T NEED A FUCKING WEAK ASS CUNT BITCH LIKE YOU. YOU ARE WORTHLESS. SO I'M GONNA GIVE YOU ONE FINAL GIFT. JOIN YOUR PALS! TIME TO RID THE WORLD OF ONE WORTHLESS PIECE OF CUNTED MEAT THAT THOUGHT HE WAS MAN ENOUGH TO TAKE ME DOWN! YOUR BIGGEST FUCKING MISTAKE. EVER." With that, Crusher kneels down, that S clenched in his fist.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Every muscle in his massive right arm ripples, swelling, flexing, power surging up and down the awesomely muscled length of it, veins standing out. Then, that fist smashes forward, powered by the ruthless, crushing, hero destroying power of Kruschev's powerful body. That fist blasts against the superhero's ass, driving forward, wrecking that hole beyond repair, forcing it's way up, that enormous forearm, as large as some men's thigh, forced it's way up, that fist battering and obiliterating the superhero's internal organs as it drove it's way deep into the very core of the hero.

All the way to the elbow, that arm drove up inside the hero. He screamed out, "NOW, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR FUCKING SYMBOL BACK. S FOR SILVER SUCKER. MY FINAL GIFT TO YOU!"

His bicep bulged, massive power surging through it as he lifted the impaled superhero like he was some kind of sick sock puppet up into the air, holding him up high. His fist clenched inside the superhero, grabbing the hero's ruined abs from the inside, gripping them with sickening force.

Then, turning towards the concrete floor, he roared and BASHED the hero down on his back, brutally to the concrete. He lifted the hero up, and swung him again, using the superhero's muscled body, particularly his badly weakened spine, like a wrecking ball, SMASHING him savagely, right on the small of his back against a tall concrete reinforced support column. His tight grip on the hero's abs from the inside kept the hero from sliding off the arm impaling him. Crusher roared, "TIME TO DIE! TIME TO END THE CAREER OF THE SILVER SOLDIER ONCE AND FOR ALL!"

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev:

10:01 Silver_Soldier: Silver Soldier's large load ended up being a joke once again in comparison to the real alpha, the boss Kruschev Crusher. Like taking powerful punches to his insides, Crusher's cock erupted into a volley of explosive cum bursts, filling the muscle bitch with the man dna he had so desperately begged for. It went on and on and on. SO much cum, until like an over filled balloon from the hose - Crusher released his grip - and Silver Soldier's head lodged itself in the concrete wall of the warehouse. His body hung there limply, pecs pushing toward the sky while his back throbbed painfully, his legs barely holding him aloft. His cock throbbing and turning a dark purple hue from the unquenchable desire Crusher had forced upon it.

Silver soldier was able to see Crusher pick up his emblem and clench it in his fist. He gulps in fear as he hears Crusher's proclamation - "OHH PLEASEEE OOHH FUCCKK I'M RUINEED I'MM DEADD ALREADDY PLEASEE"

If Silver's eyes could have bulged out of his head, they would have - the pain was unbearable, tears flowed freely as he was impaled on the impossibly large forearms of Crusher. He could feel the meaty hand digging around his insides after it had place his emblem deep within, scratching him internally. As Crusher took hold, the hero began wailing "AAWW DEARR GAWWDD PLEASEEE CRUSSHHEERR PLEASEE" He watched as he was lifted on Crusher's arm, his body tearing from the inside - "BOSS PLEASEE I'MM AA FAGGOTT CUNTTT PLEASEE I NEVERR SHOULD HAVEE TRIEEDD ITT YOUU SETT MEE UPP YOU FUCCKINGG RUINEEDD MEE OOHH FUCCKK I WASS YOURRR BITCCHH THE WHOLEE TIMEE AND NEVERR KNEEWWW PLEASEE"

Crusher then began slamming the hero ruthlessly. Silver Soldier cried bloody murder, he tried to beg, he sobbed, but soon he was only able to grunt and moan as more and more of his body disassembled from Crusher's relentless assault.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: The floor was ruptured, broken into rubble from repeated slam after slam of the hero's body against it. The support column cracked and started to crumble. Crusher held up the hero, spiked on his arm, listening to weak and feeble begging moans of the dying superhero, tears streaking his cheeks.

With complete contempt, he spat one final time in the hero's face. "YOU WERE NEVER IN MY LEAGUE, CUNT." Then, every single muscle in his body, every single power-packed brick in his eight pack, his massive pecs, his colossal biceps flexed and flared as he tensed himself. He let out a roar that shattered the windows all around the warehouse as he swung the battered hero against the column for one final mighty blow.

The impact was so savage a shockwave spread out, blasting out the shards of broken glass left in the windows, sending clouds of debris flying. The blow was so powerful that it utterly shattered Silver Soldier's spine, breaking it clean in two, the shockwave so intense it killed the hero at the moment of impact. The warehouse collapsed down on top of Crusher, who stood there chest heaving, sweat pouring down his massive body, holding up the impaled, dead form of Silver Soldier over his head, using it to shield him from falling debris. Finally, the collapse over, Crusher calmly shifted some rubble aside, and stood up, on top of the remains of the ruined warehouse. A crowd had gathered, along with police and cops. They were shocked and horrifed to see the dead body of the famous Silver Soldier dangling like a broken puppet, muscles ripped, torn, his torso flopping back and forth in ways no body should bend.

10:01 Crusher_Kruschev: Crusher smiled at them, then finally dropped the dead superhero's broken meat down to the rubble. With a sigh, the victorious supervillian pulled out his massive 12" rod, and pointing it at the dead superhero, released a steaming stream of piss to provide the final desecration of the defeated superhero, telling the crowd. "SILVER SUCKER AIN'T AROUND TO SAVE YOU ANYMORE. THIS CITY IS MINE."

Published: 2023-03-15, viewed 148 times.