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Soon, Opal City would be destroyed and everything Dickie ever loved would be gone, and it would all be Shade's fault. But that was still days away, and there were still some things that needed to be done.

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Culp never understood Dickie's interest in Charles McNider. The man was completely unextraordinary, not to mention a cripple and a Scot by descent. But he was important to Dickie, making him vital to the plan. 

He found McNider searching through Shade's study, something the doctor definitely shouldn't be doing. Rummaging through the volumes and volumes of diaries, no doubt looking for answers as to why his dear beloved Dickie looked to be committing crimes again.

What a naughty, naughty boy.

"Come on, Richard. Talk to me." McNider muttered under his breath as he frantically looked through the most recent diary. 

While Culp would love to watch the hero go down a dead end and slowly be driven mad through grief, there were many more entertaining ways to do such things. Like this—

"On ne vous a jamais dit qu'il est impoli de fouiller dans les affaires des autres?" Dickie's voice echoed through the room, causing McNider to jump to his feet out of shock. Somehow, the doctor managed to find him within the shadows of the room without having formed yet. 

"Who are you?" McNider shouted, getting into a fighting stance. "What have you done to the Shade?"

Well, there was no point in hiding anymore.

With a touch of flair, Culp walked out of the shadows with a smirk on his face. He was dressed in Dickie's signature outfit, including the top hat and gloves. The cane clanked against the floor with every step, the hawk head digging into his hand.

"Don't you recognize me, my dear?" 

He wasn't trying to hide who he was; there was no point. McNider knew something was wrong and wouldn't be fooled by anything Culp had to say, so it allowed him to have fun. 

Nothing beat the doctor's eyes going wide as their eyes met, instinctively backing away from the approaching figure. Not that it helped much, as the desk stopped him from moving back any further. 

"What… What are you?" McNider did something strange; he looked down at where the approximate height Culp would be standing if he were in his original body. He could see something that wasn't there…

Dickie's face scrunched up in anger, with a snarl forming on his lips. "Don't be rude, doctor. Haven't you been told it's rude to stare?"

McNider continued to stare at him, not even trying to fight. It seemed that the hero understood he couldn't win a fight against him, smart man. Even then, he must have known that there was no way out.

Shadow tendrils wrapped around the doctor's limbs, holding him tight as he was dragged closer to Culp. Dickie's hand reached up and caressed the man's cheek, something the dwarf had seen the Englishman do many times.

As expected, McNider flinched away from the touch, causing Culp to grab his jaw. He pressed a sickeningly soft kiss onto the side of the doctor's mouth just to mess with him.

"You know how much I love you, Charlie?" He purred, running his hand down McNider's body. 

"No, stop." The doctor ordered, but the fear was evident in his voice. "Don't touch me." 

"Oh, don't be like that." Culp squeezed the man's cock through his pants, then palmed it. "Don't pretend you don't love it when I touch you, you're a fucking whore when it comes to me."

Culp wouldn't be able to count how many times he's watched as Dickie and McNider fucked, they were like rabbits. And the Scot was always the girl, which had surprised Culp at first. He always assumed Dickie would've been the girl, with how hedonistic he was. 

A shadow tendril dragged over the desk chair; it was perfect for what Culp had planned. McNider struggled against his bonds as they threw him onto the chair, his chest slamming against the backboard. 

Satisfied with how McNider was positioned on the chair, he walked over to the mantlepiece, which frankly took up far too much space in the study, and placed a cellular telephone on it. It rested against a mirror that sat on top of the fireplace, with its camera facing out.

"There we go. Now we can have some fun."

Culp loved the 21st century, truly an era of unimaginable innovation. He never could've imagined that one day people'd be able to create moving pictures with just a little rectangle in their pocket. It's a shame that Dickie never took advantage of all of this.

"Who are you?" McNider asked through gritted teeth, watching as Culp made his way back over to the chair. "What have you done with, Shade?"

"I am the same man that you've always known, mon amour. Playing hero has simply become stale…" He tutted, making a show of yanking McNider's trousers and undergarments down in one go. "And you know how I get when I become bored."

Culp shoved three fingers into McNider's mouth with no warning, causing the doctor to gag. "Get my fingers nice and wet, whore. It's the only preparation you're getting. And don't even think about biting, because then you'll get nothing."

Despite wearing his stupid goggles, Culp could see that McNider was glaring at him through the mirror. But he still did as he was told, getting the fingers nice and wet by sucking on them really well. 

When Culp eventually pulled them out, a line of saliva connected the three fingers and the Scot's mouth, just showing how much of a whore he was. Dickie's fingers were big, but that didn't stop him from shoving two directly into McNider's ass without warning.

The doctor screamed, his face scrunching up in pain as he felt the fingers go in and out of him. The cockslut was just overreacting; he wasn't even that tight. Sure, it's been a while since Dickie fucked him, but he was definitely no virgin. 

"It's not him. It's not him. It's not him." McNider murmured under his breath, almost like a prayer. His forehead rested against the top of the chair, skin digging into the wooden accents. "It's not him. It's not him. It's not him." 

That stupid little chant gave McNider hope, and there was nothing better to destroy someone's will than taking away their hope. So Culp let it continue as he finished opening the doctor up, feeling himself becoming more and more excited for how this was all going to end. 

He pulled his fingers and walked over to McNider, making sure the camera would be able to see everything. He pulled his pants down, and Dickie's cock sprang free from its fabric prison, hitting the doctor in the cheek. 

"Stan just turned eighteen, yes?"

McNider tensed at the question, his eyes going wide and staring off momentarily before taking a shaky breath. "…Yes."

"He's quite a handsome lad, just like his old man. It'd be a shame if he had to suffer for…" Culp's fingers grabbed hold of the brown curls. "His father's misdeeds."

McNider got the message loud and clear, with his mouth falling open as a result. He looked up at Culp with hooded eyes, just begging to be fucked.

Culp took immense joy in shoving his cock into the whore's mouth and fucking it like a wet cunt. Tears ran down McNider's face as he took the dick like a champ, trying so hard to act like he didn't love this. 

"I should've done this years ago," Culp smirked, slapping McNider a few times. "It's so much easier just to take what I want and not have to deal with your whining." 

The great thing about Starman having so many enemies, one of them was bound to be able to make something for him just for this occasion. Before coming here, he was given a pill that would make his body fluids something not too dissimilar to an aphrodisiac. Even if it hasn't kicked in yet, all the precum and sweat that'll be fucked into the hero's ass once it has kicked in will drive him crazy. If everything went right, McNider would still be lucid enough to understand that he shouldn't be enjoying this, yet he wouldn't want to stop. And eventually, it would break his will and leave an eager fucktoy in his place. 

When he eventually pulled back, McNider's lips were red and puffy. It was an image Culp had seen far too many times through Dickie's eyes.

McNider's little pink hole puckered as it felt Dickie's cock press against it, just begging to be fucked. In Culp's eyes, this just proved how much of a whore the doctor was. Bitches loved getting raped; it turns them on more than anything else.

"P-please, Richard. Fight it!" McNider pleaded, looking into Dickie's brown eyes through the mirror. "I know this isn't you." 

"Keep telling yourself that, doctor. Scream and cry all you want, but your cunt doesn't lie, you want to be fucked." 

Listen, Culp was no faggot, but a hole was a hole. So when he slammed into the willing cunt, it felt like heaven. Nice and warm, though sadly not super tight. McNider screamed, quickly starting to mindlessly babble pleas for Dickie to stop and wake up. 

The doctor was forced to watch the man he loved rape him and enjoy it. There was nothing quite better than that.

But eventually, Culp started to notice changes with McNider. His eyes would flutter shut for a moment to enjoy the feeling of cock being inside his cunt before remembering what was happening, with his eyes jolting open again. 

It was working. 

God, he couldn't wait for Dickie to see this and watch as his lover slowly loses his mind and becomes his mortal enemy's fuckdoll. 

"W-what did you do to me?" McNider's face had flushed, and his mouth now hung open more than closed. 

Culp ignored him, instead reaching down and squeezing the doctor's rock-hard cock. McNider's hips jolted forward at the touch, causing him to let out a choked noise. 

"Tell me, Doctor." Culp purred, slowly pumping the cock as he pounded his own into the willing cunt. "Victims don't normally get turned on while getting raped, correct? Then what does that make you?"

There was a sort of sick satisfaction when McNider didn't try to defend himself, far too absorbed in trying not to feel the overwhelming pleasure to try. 

"Maybe if you beg me to stop, I will." 

"R-Richard, help me." McNider panted, his whispers barely audible. "Help me."

"Is that a yes or no? I can always stop…" Culp stopped his assault and began to pull out—

"No!" McNider screamed, his voice shaking as if terror struck him like a freight train. "Oh, god. Pa-please don't stop…"

Culp looked directly at the camera and then at Dickie. 

Look what I did to your precious toy, the stare spoke volumes.

Tears ran down the doctor's face as he no doubt tried to comprehend what was happening to him, why he was feeling this way. On top of the sense of betrayal he must feel, whether that be on either man's end.

And it was only going to get so much worse.

Culp ran his hand through the brown curls, his nails breaking the tiny knots and snarls. It was almost sweet, in a way.

"If you want more cock you're gonna have to work for it, ma poupée." He yanked McNider's head back, causing the man to moan. "Beg to bounce on my cock."

McNider squeezed his eyes shut, violently shaking his head. "N-no, I won't do it. Won't let you win."

"Come on, Charlie. You love bouncing on my cock, it's one of your favorite things to do." Culp purred, pulling his cock out and rubbing the tip against the needy hole. "Just think about how good it feels when you bounce on it. How you love to scream in pleasure and—"

"Please let me bounce on your cock! Please! Please! I wanna bounce on it so fucking badly." McNider broke, pleading as he rushed back against the cock. 

Grinning at his victory, Culp had the shadows drag the hero out of the chair. He turned the chair around and quickly sat in the empty space, grabbing McNider and putting him in his lap. 

With how far gone McNider seemed to be, Culp decided to take a calculated risk. The shadows disappeared from the man's limbs, and instead of trying to run, he lined the cock up with his cunt and pushed down. 

"Oh, yes…" McNider moaned, his hands going to grip the armrests as he began to move up and down. "Fuck, Richard."

The doctor was in the… What was the word? Oh yes, the reverse cowgirl position. This allowed the camera to have a perfect view of his face and his complete eagerness as he bounced on the cock. 

Much to Culp's chagrin, he was starting to understand why Dickie loved fucking this man so much. McNider's hole was nice and warm, almost like a furnace—granted, everyone was a furnace compared to the two immortals. But most importantly, how eager and fuckable he looked. 

"Yes. Yes. Yes." McNider whined, rolling his hips. 

Not to mention all the pretty noises.

The chair creaked against their weight, protesting all of the movement. Hopefully, it wouldn't clasp with how well-built this antique chair was. 

This was all getting rather boring. Culp needed Dickie to know that the man he loved was still in there. That it wasn't just an empty shell that was willing to be fucked.

"You think your son would like this, Charlie? Some quality father-son bonding time?" He wrapped his hand around McNider's neck. "Maybe I'll have him bounce on your cock, or have you bounce on his. Would you like that? To have your baby boy breed your fucking cunt?" 

"W-what did you do to me?" McNider bottomed out and squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a sob. "Please, do whatever you want to me, just leave Stanley out of this."

Culp felt McNider's cunt squeeze around him, his entire body just begging to continue. It was cute how hard he was fighting back. Dickie would be proud, or will be proud.

"You didn't answer my question." Dickie's hand squeezed around the pale neck, earning a strangled moan. "Does it turn you on?"

McNider violently shook his head, biting his lip.

Tentacles tied McNider's limbs to the chair and thighs to the villain's body. "I won't let you move until you answer."

"N-no." The doctor choked out. "You're sick."

"No?" Culp teased, running his other hand up the trembling flesh. "You don't find the idea of Stan's cock being inside you erotic? Being able to bounce in your son's lap and show him how to truly be a man? With it going in and out of your cunt. In and out, in and out. Or does the idea of him riding you turn you on? What's more of a bonding experience than fucking your offspring? Can finally bounce him in your lap like you've always wanted, maybe he'd even call you daddy—"

"Yes! I do! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" 

Culp rewarded the good behavior with a hard thrust, earning a moan. "If you tell me what turns you on more, I'll let you start bouncing again."

"Please…"

"Tell me, or we're done here."

"I want to ride his cock." McNider sobbed, seemingly mindlessly rocking his hips. "I want him to u-use me, make me his whore. Fuck me full of grandchildren while I'm asleep. To just be used as a broodmare and milk cow, Myra always wanted grandkids… Oh, god. What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing, you're just realizing your proper place as a rape toy." Culp watched in the mirror as McNider's cock jolted at that. He hummed, and the shadows disappeared, allowing the doctor to start bouncing again. "Do you like that idea? For your only purpose in life is to be raped?"

"Y-yes." 

Culp grinned, getting a new idea. "That can be arranged." 

He forced McNider to watch himself in the mirror as he willingly whored himself out, doing all the work. His face was flushed, and he was panting like a dog, while Dickie's face was as pristine as it always was. The devilish eyes watched them through the mirror.

They continued like that for a while, with McNider having the time of his life and Culp taking pleasure in Dickie's future suffering. But even powerful immortals can only last so long when they have an eager hole doing all the work.

"If you stop now, I'll let you go." He purred, feeling the chubby stomach twitch beneath his hand. "If not, I'll fill your cunt with so much cum that you're never going to want to leave again." 

He didn't give McNider enough time to process the choice before he gripped the willing body and thrust up into it. The hero screamed in pleasure as Culp took what he wanted. It only took a few thrusts before he was coming, sealing the whore's fate. 

Dickie's black, inky cum coated McNider's insides, just building on the sense of ownership. If all went right, both a mixture of black and white semen would be dribbling out of that ass nonstop for who knew how long in the future.

The aphrodisiac pushed McNider over the edge, and he came with a strangled cry, with his eyes rolling back inside his head. Culp could see a little light flashing in the lenses of the doctor's goggles, and who knew what it was warning him of; it could be a number of things. 

But it was pointless; the goggles couldn't save him now.

Satisfied, Culp shoved McNider off of him and stood up. The hero landed on the floor with a thud and remained there sprawled out as the villain redid his pants. 

"Do you still want to be raped?"

McNider slowly nodded his head, too ashamed to say anything. 

"Good."

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The big event was drawing near, and people were excited. Of course they were, soon they were going to destroy Opal City and everything in it. And with this excitement came tension, and tension came fighting, and that was the last thing Culp wanted.

And what was the best way to relieve stress? Why fucking, of course. And they just so happened to have a willing rape whore handy.

To Culp, superhero costumes were idiotic and impractical, but McNider had to wear his old costume. That was just a fact, or no one would know who he was and get any joy out of fucking him.

The first person who should fuck the hero after being turned into a whore was obvious, it had to be Ragdoll. Unlike everyone else, the freak had history with the retired Mid-Nite and wanted revenge. Ted Knight, Green Lantern, and Hourman were long dead, and Culp would rather keep the Flash away from as much of this as possible.

The speedster was too much of a wildcard.

And so what did Culp do? 

By the time he let Ragdoll and the other villains at Mid-Nite, the hero hadn't been touched in over a day and was almost rabid. There was a hint of recognition and horror in his eyes as Culp threw him to the dogs, as it were. But he didn't fight back as Ragdoll grabbed him by the cowl and slammed him onto the closest table.

"Your damn society cost me everything." The villain growled, ripping the seams of the crotch of McNider's pants and tearing the underwear. "Starman cost me everything... But you'll do."

"N-no, Ragdoll, Please! Don't do this!" McNider cried, but still made no effort to escape. 

God, what a whore. He was truly getting off on this.

"Don't be fooled by those tears, gentlemen… and ladies," Culp called out from his little shadowed corner of the room, casually resting as he watched the little show. "Dr. Mid-Nite nearly ejaculated from the memory of me raping him while opening himself for this event. This is what he wants. Now isn't that right, Doctor?"

McNider didn't respond, with his pleas having quickly settled down as he focused on watching Ragdoll take out his cock. Like the rest of the freak's body, the man's phallus seemed capable of bending and shaping in different ways (despite not having any joints in it). It must've been something Neron gave him. 

Just put a cock in front of the hero, and he shuts right up.

"Well, it ain't no fun when they aren't screamin'…" Aaron Bodine muttered loudly to his wife, both of them staring at the scene in front of them.

"I don' know, baby." Lupe purred, dragging her nails down her husband's body before squeezing his clothed cock. "There are other ways we can get him to scream."

"Who the hell is this C-lister? I've never heard of him." The Mist raised an eyebrow behind her stupid sunglasses.

"All you need to know is he's important to the Shade and was a member of the Justice Society with Starman's father." Culp stared daggers at the villainess before looking at the group.

"Don't let the stupid name and costume fool you." Ragdoll retorted through gritted teeth as he slammed his cock into McNider's boy cunt. "He was—oh fuck… He was the JSA's leader." 

McNider screamed in pleasure as the cock pushed into him without warning, his back arching against the wooden surface. He was so absorbed in finally having another cock inside him that he seemed to have completely tuned out the conversation around him, despite it being about him.

"Who cares?" Ludlow smirked, strolling over to the table as he undid his fly. "He's a hero and we get to abuse him."

As expected, McNider's mouth obediently fell open once he saw the Spider's cock. The villain took the invitation and grabbed the cowled head, shoving it onto his cock.

Culp watched as Mid-Nite's cheeks hollowed out just below the cowl, starting to bob his head. He pulled off one of his leather gloves and wrapped his hand around the base of the phallus, giving him more leverage as he pushed it down his throat.

The aphrodisiac really did a number on the doctor's brain, causing him to ignore his own safety and limits if it meant he got fucked. He gagged around the cock, making the most obscene noises as his body screamed at him to stop.

"Out of all the old men, I would've preferred to fuck Ted Knight..." Mist sighed, but slipped her hand inside her leather pants. "But this guy'll do."

The tight pants left nothing to the imagination as everyone got a front row seat to Nash's fingers rubbing (presumably) her clit, going in circular motions. The Bodines clawed at each other's clothing, tearing the fabric away to get at their skin.

Culp sat and watched above it all, seeing his plan slowly fit into place. The villains didn't have to see him squeeze the bulge that was growing in Dickie's pants, enjoying the pressure a bit too much.

Ragdoll grabbed McNider's legs and bent them back, forcing them against his chest as close as possible, which was surprisingly not too far. The hero whined around the cock in his mouth at the pain, but it was quickly replaced with moaning. 

"What's wrong, old man?" Ragdoll mocked, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Out of practice?" 

"Fuck." Ludlow moaned, his head falling back as McNider sucked. "Definitely not out of practice with sucking cock." 

"Yes, perhaps you can say that Mid-Nite is a… connoisseur on the topic. He certainly enjoyed sucking Shade's cock." Culp watched from the corner of his eye as Ludlow's face twitched before he slammed his cock down the hero's throat. 

Ragdoll came with an unceremonious grunt, his body stiffening up to look like a scarecrow version of a Raggedy Anne doll. His body twitched unnaturally as his semen filled the desperate cunt, with it slowly starting to dribble out once he pulled out. 

McNider's body visibly relaxed at finally having cum inside of him, his eyes fluttering shut as Ludlow used his mouth. He didn't even react as Ragdoll ripped his pants further and wrote "CUM DUMPSTER" on his ass with an arrow pointing to the loose hole. 

"Give me that." Ludlow snatched the marker from the other villain before pulling McNider's cowl back. Brown curls and a reddened face appeared from behind the fabric, gasping as he was pulled away. Though the pretty face was quickly vandalized as "WHORE” was written on his lower face, with his mouth taking the place of the 'o'. 

"Man, what's with his eyes?" The male Bodine asked, sounding absolutely fascinated by the unsettling eyes that were now on full display. 

Ludlow began to stroke his cock, with the tip being just shy of touching the hero's face. His hand was not kind to his genitals, quite the opposite. It's a miracle it hasn't burst into flames with all the friction.

"He's blind." Culp resisted the urge to roll his eyes, but then again, he didn't exactly hire the Bodines for their brains. "Without those goggles, he's utterly helpless."

The Bodines looked at each other and grinned, clearly thinking up some horrific acts they could inflict on the cripple. "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin', baby?"

"You know it, honey bunny."

The couple sauntered over to the table, with Lupe pulling a knife out of her pocket, and ripped open the crotch seam of the hero's horrific brown pants. She wrapped her hand around the swollen cock and squeezed, digging her long nails into the shaft.

Charles started to scream in genuine pain, with his body's instincts finally overriding the lust and trying to pull away. But Aaron grabbed one arm and pressed it down, using his other hand to crush McNider's balls. Ludlow even took part, grabbing the other free arm and holding the body still as he was nearing his own finish.

"Will you be torturing him throughout this whole exchange?" Culp drawled over the pained screams.

"Yes." Both Bodines said in unison.

Culp sighed. "Very well."

Shadow tendrils rose from the darkness under the table and took hold of McNider's limbs, slamming them tight against the table.

Ludlow let go and grabbed the hero's jaw, forcing it to look in his direction as he came on the pretty little face. McNider jolted at the contact but quickly relaxed (as much as you could while being tortured) as he realized what was actually on his face. 

"Which you gonna pick, darlin'?" Aaron smirked at his wife. "You'll look perdy with any of them."

"I think…" Lupe drawled, slowly pushing a long black fingernail into McNider's urethra. "I'll use his mouth; he's got quite a pair of lungs on him."

She pumped her finger a few times before pulling it out and taking off her pants. She climbed onto the table and grabbed McNider's jaw. 

"Does getting raped turn ya on, baby?" When Mid-Nite didn't respond, she leaned forward and licked at his tear-stained cheeks before digging her nails into his cheek. "It's a yes or no answer, surely a stupid bitch like ya could figure that out." 

McNider's mouth moved a few times before any actual words came out. "Y-yes…"

"Good." She purred, quickly dragging her nails down his cheek before letting go of his face. "Then it's only polite of ya to thank me and my hubby for what we're abouta do."

Blood puddled and ran down the wound in droves, staining both McNider's cheek and cowl. That was bound to leave a scar.

"Tha-thank you for raping me." Charles panted out, seemingly unaware that he was slowly grinding against Aaron Bodine's hand. 

Satisfied with the humiliation, Lupe straddled his face and pressed down. Culp watched as McNider began to eagerly eat her out, his tongue expertly going between her lips and clit. 

"Oh, fuck." The female Bodine moaned, now rocking her hips. "He feels so good, baby."

"Really?" Aaron smirked, letting go of oxygen-deprived balls. "Is he better than Yers Truly?"

"Never."

Aaron pushed into McNider without any fuss, bottoming out before starting the type of pace expected from a psychopath such as him. The table below them creaked in protest, shaking a little too much. 

McNider's legs wrapped around the man's waist, with his moans being muffled by the cunt in his mouth. That moaning caused Lupe to moan and ride the mouth harder, causing the doctor to moan even more.

It was just a whole bunch of moaning. 

This went on for quite some time until—

"Will you two freaks hurry it up?" Mist shouted, having shed her leather pants long ago. Her cunt was glistening, with what looked like a small puddle of fluid forming under her.

The couple looked at each other, but did speed up their efforts. Lupe reached down and began to violently rub her clit while Aaron fucked into the hole harder.

"Oh, fuck! Yes, I'm coming. I'm—"Lupe shouted, her body tensing up as she rode through her orgasm. 

Aaron came at the sight of his wife finishing, giving one last deep thrust before finishing inside of McNider. Following in the previous two villains' footsteps, he tore open the hero's tunic and wrote "RAPE TOY = PURPOSE" and "GANG RAPE ME" on his stomach. 

Lupe climbed off the rock-hard cock and pulled down his pants, writing a plethora of derogatory words on the blank canvas. This included "FREE USE" being written on the leg with an area pointing to the hero's anus, "COCK SLUT” with a crudely drawn cock beneath it, "BREED ME", and "FUCKED STUPID". 

"Finally," Mist grunted, pushing off the wall and making her way over to the table. She took McNider's cock in her hand and gave it several pumps before straddling him. "Do you know who I am?"

McNider's white eyes fluttered shut as she began to rub her cunt against his cock. "N-no."

"Did Shade never talk to you about his adventures with Starman? I find that very hard to believe." She hissed, digging her nails into his jaw.

"Which o…one?" His voice slurred, his mind was too focused on humping the warmth against his crotch. 

This only made Mist angrier, with her nails drawing blood, too. "What the hell do you mean, which one?"

"If I may interject," Culp interjected with a smirk on his face. "Dr. Mid-Nite has known several Starmen, and Jack Knight isn't the only one Shade has had dealings with. And with his limited brain function currently, you'd have a better time just fucking him."

"P-please use me, you feel so good," McNider whined. "I'll be good, I promise." 

Mist let go of his jaw and pushed down onto the eager cock, enveloping it in her cunt. Both had very different reactions to the contact, with Nash sighing and McNider's back arching. 

"Yes, yes, yes." McNider chanted under his breath, his legs twitching as the villainess began to bounce on his cock.

It didn't take long for Mist to tire of the needy sounds, soon wrapping her hands around the hero's throat to shut him up. This wasn't a light warning squeeze. No, Culp could see her hands digging into his throat, restricting his airways.

It was humorous to watch McNider's reaction to the act. Since his hands were still bound, all he could do was make his eyes large and kick his legs. But the kicking wasn't as desperate as it could've been, telling everyone there that he was liking this.

Mist got off on the struggle, leaning forward to put more pressure on the delicate neck. She violently rocked her hips as she watched the pale white eyes roll back into their head. 

"You like that? Me raping and strangling you?" She mocked, and McNider eagerly nodded his head. "God, Shade was right. You are just a pathetic. Little. Rape. Whore. I bet you can come just from this, go on. Show us how much you love getting raped by a bunch of villains."

McNider let out a strangled scream, his body arching as he came inside of her. His body shook as Nash continued to use his cock for her own pleasure. 

"There we go." She grinned, only letting go once the hero started to lose consciousness. 

One of her newly freed hands immediately found its way to her clit, rubbing it violently in rhythm with the rest of her body. The other hand went to McNider's shoulder and dragged her nail over it, leaving a bloody trail that spelled out "NASH". 

Mist came not long after that, finishing as violently as she rose. She pulled off the hero's cock and got dressed.

"Grundy want turn." 

Everyone's eyes went wide at the request, besides McNider, who was still blissed out. But no one protested as the beast made his way over to the table.

"Is that thing a zombie?" Aaron whispered to Lupe. "How can he get it up?"

If Culp even had an ounce of concern for McNider's safety, he wouldn't let Grunt fuck him, not knowing what damage such a huge cock could do to a fragile human body. But luckily for everyone, he didn't care. 

Grundy pulled down his pants and flipped McNider over, picking him up by the hips. The doctor hung limp as the beast maneuvered him to where he wanted to be, only reacting once his ass was slowly being pushed back onto the massive cock.

"S-stop." McNider hissed through gritted teeth. He pushed against the large arms, but it was no use. "It won't fit! You're going to hurt me!"

But Grundy didn't listen, only grunting in frustration as he tightened his grip on the hips. "Grundy don't care. Grundy want cunt."

Realizing that the current aphrodisiac in McNider's system was going to cut it, Culp stood up and made his way over to the duo. As he walked over, shadow stairs appeared under his feet, allowing for his crotch to be at the perfect level with the hero's mouth. 

He undid his pants and pulled out his cock, but McNider wasn't having any of it, paying too much attention to the pain that Grundy's cock was causing him. So he grabbed a handful of brown curls and forced his cock into the other's mouth. 

"Oh, fuck." Culp moaned, fucking the pretty little mouth cunt. "Let go, my love. I know you want to." 

The effect was almost immediate, with McNider's struggle quickly ending. His mouth and his body went slack, allowing both ends easier access. 

"Grundy is going to rape your little cunt so hard that you'll be in pain for weeks, isn't that exciting?" McNider lightly moaned around the cock, with the villain taking that as a yes. "Well then, be a good bitch and help him rape you. He can't figure it out."

Culp let McNider pull away with a pop, wanting to see what he'd do. The hero spat on his hand and awkwardly reached back and started stroking Grundy's cock, with his hand barely reaching around the shaft. He did this a few more times until the cock was nice and wet, allowing for it to push further in. 

"Oh, god." McNider moaned, his mouth falling open as Grundy bottomed out. "Fuck me with that ginormous zombie cock, Grundy! Fuck my brain out!" 

Grundy seemed to take the request seriously as he began to push McNider's back and forth on his cock, using him like a fleshlight. The doctor screamed in pleasure, with his eyes rolling back. He leaned his body forward so the monster phallus could penetrate him deeper, wrapping his legs around the zombie's legs. 

Culp watched the scene playing out in front of him, pumping his cock. He felt no lust for what was happening, just wanting to get another load inside of McNider.

"Grundy like hole. Grundy fuck hole." 

"You sure are, big fella." Aaron Bodine laughed as the couple watched the show from the sidelines. 

Grundy was large enough that everyone could see a little bulge moving in and out of McNider's chubby stomach. How the mortal hasn't been split in half, Culp had no idea. 

The zombie managed to pound into the willing flesh a few more times before finishing. McNider managed to come again with a silent scream, semen dribbling out of his cock. 

Like Culp had done only days before, Grundy discarded the whore on the ground and went on his way. Dickie's feet traveled down the shadow stairs back to solid ground as he stared down at the man. 

McNider looked absolutely stuffed and bloated while lying on his back. Out of curiosity, Culp took his foot and lightly pressed it down on the hero's stomach, causing a small stream of cum to gush out of the gaping anus. 

"Hmm," Culp observed, his mouth twitching up in disgust. "Open wide."

It took a moment for McNider to do what he was told, but even then, he did it very slowly. His mouth fell open and he waited patiently. 

Culp bit his lip to muffle his moans as he came, with Dickie's black cum landing all over McNider's face, making the man jump in surprise. He watched as the hero sluggishly lifted his hand and wiped the semen onto his fingers, before bringing it to his mouth. 

"Thank you, R-Richard."

Culp's lip quirked up at that. "You're welcome, my dear."

This was going to be fun.