No More Heroes - a Purge Night story

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Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Major Character Death; Rape/Non-Con; Rape/Non-con Elements; Murder; Snuff; Maledom; Violence; Sexual Violence; Violent Sex; BDSM; Torture

Summary:

A crossover of the Purge universe and the worlds created by the Marvel and DC universes. A world where the heroes never came to pass and where murder, rape and every type of crime is legal one night per year. In this place, men of power and wealth come together every Purge night to indulge their darker whims. Unfortunately, in this world of no superheroes, there is no one to protect the women who might draw their attention. Even women of power and influence can find themselves at these madmen's mercy.

Notes:

Author's note: A cross-over of the Purge universe with the Marvel and DC universes. This is an alternate universe story. It assumes certain differences and changes in history, such as that most of the heroes never came to be in this dimension. This is mostly a convenience so I don't have to explain where the heroes are during this story and why Thor and Superman never show up to rescue their lady loves. As examples, Tony Stark never becomes Iron Man; Thor never comes to Earth; Captain America is never found and thawed out. So, Justin Hammer is never arrested and Obadiah Stane is never killed. Oliver Queen never returns from being lost at sea so Laurel Lance remains a district attorney; Lois Lane never meets Superman as he never comes to Earth, Bruce Wayne doesn't become Batman and so Kate Kane never takes on that crime fighting persona. Peter Parker is never bitten by a radioactive spider and remains a nerdy loser and never attracts the attention of Gwen Stacy or Mary Jane Watson.

Basically, none of the superheroes from these movies ever emerges as such.

If you don't know the basic plot of the Purge movie series (why are you reading this I wonder), but here is a primer...The annual Purge: One night a year, from 7 PM to 7 AM, all laws are suspended. All forms of criminal activity from rape to murder to theft are permissible.

The start of the annual Purge

The Purge – Marvel and DC Edition

Warning: this story contains very dark elements such as rape, murder, torture, and kidnapping. It will most likely be graphic at times. It features characters (most likely well liked ones) from the MCU and DCEU movies/TV shows being treated very poorly.

Please note: When I put the warnings of Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Deaths, and Rape/Non-Con, I MEAN IT! I see many stories that have these warnings and are the most lukewarm tame stories with none of those elements. I MEAN IT!

Read at your own risk.

Cast:

Male characters: Obadiah Stane; Lex Luthor; Adrian Veidt; Darren Cross; Justin Hammer;

Aldrich Killian; Norman Osborne; Damien Darhk; and Maxwell Lord

The story is expected to feature multiple females from the DCEU and MCU but not all in each chapter.

Female cast featured in this chapter:

Gwyneth Paltrow as Pepper Potts

Summer Glau as Isobel Rochev

Blake Lively as Carol Ferris

Evangeline Lilly as Hope van Dyne

Below is an expected cast list for future chapters with more added later as needed:

Natalie Portman as Jane Foster

Katie Cassidy as Laurel Lance

Amy Adams as Lois Lane

Katie McGrath as Lena Luthor

Ruby Rose as Kate Kane

Emma Stone as Gwen Stacy

Anne Hathaway as Selina Kyle

Malin Ackerman as Laurie Jupiter

Obadiah Stane stepped off the elevator. The pretty young woman leading him stepped aside and indicated that he should continue down the hall and through the ornate double doors. As he continued, Obadiah paused and considered if he should leave. The idea actually entered his mind that he might be killed and was walking to his own assassination if he went through the doors. But he continued; if he was going to be killed, it was too late to turn back now and besides, he'd never have wanted to give the man who invited him to this secret meeting the satisfaction of knowing he chickened out.

Stepping through the doors, he entered a large sumptuously furnished room with leather couches and chairs spread through it. A large roaring fireplace on one wall and various paintings and sculptures lining the walls. Obadiah was sure one painting on his right was a Monet that was reported stolen from a museum several years back.

Another young woman who was even prettier than the first who had escorted him up from the lobby, approached and handed him a whiskey with a single ice cube in the glass. He took a sip and realized it was hiss favorite brand. As he savored it, a man approached and offered a hand.

"Obadiah!" he called out.

The man was Darren Cross who ran Cross Technologies.

Obadiah had always thought of him a bit of a hack and was similarly dismissive of the rumors they were working on some sort of shrinking technology and had been for over ten years. But still, Obadiah didn't want to be rude and so he shook Darren's hand.

"So, what's all this about?" Darren asked.

Obadiah played it quiet and did not answer but it was clear none of the men in the room really knew what this was. But they had all showed just the same. The authority it took for someone to garner the obedience, even just of an audience, of these men was truly remarkable. The seven of them were probably some of the most powerful businessmen on the planet and might even have been considered some of the most powerful people as well. They all ran multi-billion dollar organizations and each one individually wielded more power than many governments; in fact, many of them told small countries what to do when the need arose. More so, each men's companies ran various illicit activities as well; unauthorized genetic manipulation, off the books weapon deals, human trafficking, slave labor, were just a few of the illegal operations

Darren Cross leaned in, "Gotta be honest with you…When Adrian called, I almost didn't show…thought this might be some sort of trap or assassination attempt."

Obadiah laughed and gave Darren a look like he was crazy. The man Darren mentioned was Adrian Veidt, head of Veidt Industries. While he would never admit it, Adrian's company as well as his power and influence far surpassed even Obadiah's. In fact, Adrian was perhaps the most powerful man on the planet, save one, and neither of them was in the room. Suddenly that assassination plot seemed more and more likely.

The next five minutes passed awkwardly. All the men traded handshakes and sipped expensive drinks while they all tried to find out what the others knew without admitting that they themselves didn't know anything.

The men in question were, Obadiah Stane, head of Stark Industries;

Darren Cross, head of Cross Technologies;

Maxwell Lord who ran the Chimtech Consortium;

Justin Hammer who headed Hammer Industries and was a competitor to Obadiah in weapons manufacturing;

Aldrich Killian, who ran AIM Technologies, a secretive think-tank;

Damien Darhk who had recently rose to power in Star City and basically ran that city;

And finally, Norman Osborne who ran the bio-tech company OsCorp.

Two men were missing, Lex Luthor, head of LuthorCorp, and their host, Adrian Veidt. These final two were in close competition for the most powerful and most ruthless. Right about the time they were getting impatient, the double doors opened and Lex Luthor stepped in. Mere seconds later, a second door on the rear wall opened and Adrian stepped through and greeted the room. It was clear that Adrian had been waiting for Lex to arrive as he didn't want to be forced to wait for his rival in front of the others. Obadiah chuckled at the pettiness, of course, he himself had arrived twenty minutes late for just the same reason.

Adrian made the rounds of handshakes, "Good to see you…and you…thanks for coming…"

Lex stood separate from the group. Even in this room of power brokers, Lex was a cut above.

"Adrian, this better be good; I am a busy man after all."

Adrian turned to face Luthor, "Well then, if you have more important business, you are free to leave…"

Luthor paused but then sat down in one of the overstuffed leather chairs, giving his answer. The message was clear, even the mighty Lex Luthor was curious what was going on; score one for Adrian in their running competition. The other men followed suit and took seats while Adrian stood before them; it was his show after all.

"Well, first off thank you all for coming. Lex was not lying and I know you all are busy men but I think you will find what I am offering to be worth your time. As you all know, the most recent annual Purge just concluded a few weeks ago. This is not public knowledge but this one as the last two featured an attempt on my life and it would not surprise me if some of you had similar events happen to you. In fact, it would not surprise me if one or more of the men in this very room were the ones behind the attempt on my life."

All of them began to shift uncomfortably in their chairs suddenly worried this was in fact a plot to eliminate them.

Adrian smiled and raised his hands, "Don't worry, I am not looking for payback. But it did make me think perhaps we need to make a change. What I am proposing is the men in this room call a truce one day a year, the night of the Purge in fact. We all provide for our own security all year long and this night in particular. So I propose we combine our efforts to make sure we are safe but also have fun. Look, let's be honest, we all indulge ourselves on Purge night…I know I do, but I think we could pool resources and have even more fun."

Looking around the room, the looks told him there was some interest. Adrian sat down, "Now let's talk details…"

At first, several, in fact most, of the men in the room were skeptical but as the group spoke, they all came around. Adrian made a convincing case. The only real threats to each of them were the men in that very room. Without that threat over their heads, they could all focus those resources and attention elsewhere. Even Lex, arrogant as he was would never admit it, knew the truth. While none of them individually could touch him, several of them joining forces, especially if he began to pick them off, could.

That was three years ago.

Flashback…4 months ago…

"I don't really see what the problem is Carol."

Carol Ferris, CEO of Ferris Aviation, sat at the large conference table in the boardroom. The man across from her, along with several lawyers, was Obadiah Stane, CEO of Stark Industries.

"I mean, it seems like a perfect match. We make the best weapon systems on the planet and your company make the most highly advanced fighter jets…combined we'd be able to set any price to governments world-wide."

"Perhaps," Carol replied as she stood and took a defensive stance and addressed the burly CEO, "but I just can't see myself having any sort of…merger…with you Mister Stane."

The way she emphasized the word 'merger' told him it was an insult. Obadiah's reputation with women and how he treated them was well known to her. She turned to leave but Obadiah stood and moved to intercept, blocking her path to the doors. He placed a large meaty hand on her shoulder and ran it down her arm as she stood rigid and eyed him coldly, arms crossed, she took a clearly defensive posture. Obadiah enjoyed her making her uncomfortable.

"Miss Ferris…Carol…please reconsider. I am not the kind of man you want as your enemy. Neither of us want a proxy war for your company. And make no mistake, you and I will have our…" Obadiah paused looking the woman half his age up and down leering at her chest…"merger, one way or another."

Carol clearly not happy, stepped past him, "I think I have made myself clear. That is the end of this discussion."

The young woman stepped around him and out the doors meeting her security team who followed her to the elevators, "The nerve of that man; thinking he could intimidate me."

As she left the building, Obadiah walked to his office and sat behind his desk. He called up her smart phone data, his system having accessed her phone when she walked into the building. Scrolling he came across several nude selfies she had taken…

As well as a sex tape…

"Well, she certainly is healthy," he muttered to himself.

Moving on, he accessed her personal information, home address, passwords, and such.

Picking up his phone, he made a call…

"Mr. Stane, how can I help you?" the upbeat woman who answered asked him.

"I have a target."

"Of course…name?"

"Carol Ferris. I am sending pertinent information now."

"Thank you sir, we have it. All arrangements will be made."

Obadiah hung up and leaned back smiling to himself. Thinking about what he would do with the lithe beautiful woman who just left, he began to harden at his desk. Pushing a button on his phone, a moment later a tall beautiful woman stepped through the door.

"Yes Mr. Stane, you buzzed for me."

Turning his chair to face her, she glanced down and seemed to sink slightly when she saw his hard cock jutting from his open fly. Stepping forward and into the office, she approached her boss.

"Of course Mr. Stane," she said as she dropped to her knees and let his cock slip between her bright red lips.

Back to Purge Night…

Obadiah stepped off his helicopter and onto the top of LexCorp and was escorted inside quickly. There were only 5 minutes until the start of the Purge and the building went into lockdown for the next twelve hours. The past three Purges had been hosted by one of the men at that initial meeting. But Lex had promised something special and being Lex, all the men had high expectations for the night.

A beautiful woman in red waited to greet him as he entered the top floor of the building. She stood beside a large burly security guard and a metal detector.

"Mr. Stane, so pleased you could join us. If you please…"

She indicated for him to step through the detector to make sure he carried no weapons. One of the rules was each man arrive with only the clothes on their back. Each of the prior years, Obadiah had carried some form of personal protection; some high tech weapon or device in case it had been a trap. He had forgone that precaution this year. Lex's technology was even greater than Starktech. He knew he couldn't sneak anything in. In fact, he was fairly sure the metal detector was redundant as whatever scanning they were doing had already been run before he stepped through.

When the machine cleared him, the woman turned to lead him to an elevator.

"I am Isobel Rochev…one of Mr. Luthor's assistants."

Obadiah already knew who she was but pretended not to; he studied all his adversaries thoroughly. They entered the elevator and she pressed a button for twenty floors below. As they rode down, Obadiah couldn't help but let his eyes drift across the woman's slender body. Isobel knew exactly what he was doing but she pretended to ignore his leering looks; she was used to it after all.

"Isobel is a beautiful name," he told her.

"Oh thank you," she replied as she smiled a wide smile.

The elevator came to a stop and as the doors opened, Obadiah stepped off but stopped and looked back…"I hope you and I will see each other again…later this evening perhaps?"

A look crossed Isobel that was a combination of fear and repulsion. It was fine, Obadiah had seen it before in fact he enjoyed seeing it in woman's faces especially before they fucked or orally serviced him. He loved the feeling of power in knowing a woman was only pleasuring him out of self preservation.

Quickly the expression changed back to a fake smile, "Oh, while that sounds lovely I am afraid I have duties to perform so I won't be joining you."

To be sure she made her point, she added…"I am off limits to Mr. Luthor's guests."

"Pity", he said as he turned and walked away.

As the doors closed, Isobel gulped hard and slumped against the metal of the elevator wall her hands trembling uncontrollably.

In Malibu California…

Pepper Potts as well as about twenty others stood in rapt attention starting at the television screen.

They stood in the main room of Tony Stark's home. Their expressions showed they were not happy. A loud jarring horn comes thru the TV following by a woman's voice reading a scrawl across the screen.

This is not a test.

This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the Purge. All other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the Purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours. Police, fire, and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 a.m., when The Purge concludes. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn.

May God be with you all.

Pepper lowered her head into her hands, "Jesus! When are they going to repeal this fucking law."

Happy Hogan, her bodyguard and Stark security lead, looked down and tried to comfort her, "I told you…we could have gone out of the country…to one of the South American or European offices. Then you wouldn't have to deal with this."

Pepper stood, angry, "NO! The average person doesn't have that luxury, why should I? Just because I have money?! No…I am staying here and riding this hellscape out along with the rest of the country."

Calming down, she apologized to Happy for yelling. Taking a sip of a drink, "Where's Tony?"

"Uh, downstairs I think."

Pepper turned and headed down the stairs, tottering on a bit too high heels. Pressing her hand against the panel, the house security system, called Jarvis, read her palm and biometric readings and the door unlocked. Entering, Pepper quickly found Tony and stood looking down disapprovingly, which was her usual expression when dealing with her boss.

Tony was lying on a sofa against the back wall asleep; or rather passed out. Around him were two empty wine bottles and an empty whiskey bottle. He looked like he had not shaved for a week and if the smell was an indication had not showered for nearly as long.

Pepper just stood shaking her head and sighing. But her disapproval was interrupted when the entire house shook and Pepper was knocked off her feet as dust fell from the ceiling.

"What the hell?!" she muttered as she climbed to her feet and back up the stairs.

As she did, she heard the unmistakable sound of gunfire from the floor above. Breathing deeply and in fear, she still managed to move to the top of the staircase and peer into the main room.

"OH GOD!" she cried out at the scene. The front doors were blown off the hinges and the front of the house was simply a hole. More than a dozen men in body armor and masks moved through the room with large rifles and several of them were firing and executing her guests. Pepper looked down and saw her best friend, Happy, lying on the floor with several bullet holes in his chest and his eyes staring blankly up. He appeared dead.

"HAPPY! OH GOD!"

Realizing she was in great danger as well, Pepper turned and ran back down stairs to try and collect Tony and get to the safe room he had there.

"Tony!...Tony!" she called out trying to at the same time be loud and quiet.

Moving to the couch she had seen him at less than a minute before, she found it empty and Tony gone. Hearing a noise, she spun and saw the large steel and concrete door to the high tech safe room Tony had installed before the first Purge, sliding shut.

"WAIT!" she screamed and tried to run but was now realizing her heels was a bad choice. She immediately condemned the patriarchy in her mind for their unrealistic fashion and beauty standards women were expected to conform to even in situations such as this.

Pepper nearly fell as her ankle twisted as one of the heels slipped. She looked up just in time to be able to see Tony lying passed out again on the floor inside the safe room as the two foot thick door shut with her only feet from it.

"FUCK!"

But Pepper didn't have time to dwell on that as she heard several men coming down the stairs and she crawled behind a large car hoping to hide.

Houston Texas…

Carol Ferris walked out of her condo towards a large black SUV and speaking on her phone to her father and boss who started Ferris Aviation, the company she ran.

"Yes dad…I am heading to the building now…no, I have plenty of time, it doesn't start for another thirty minutes, I'll be fine…I know, I wish I could be there with you too but I needed to wrap some things up here…yes dad…yes dad…I love you too…I gotta go."

As she stood in the open door to the SUV being held by her bodyguard, she hung up slipped the phone into her purse. Sighing deeply, she indicated she was a bit perturbed at her father's over protectiveness. Sliding into the back of the vehicle, she turned to her guard…

"Get me to headquarters," she said curtly.

Just then she felt a slight pinch, like a bug had bitten her, on her neck. Looking up…

"What the hell!?" she asked as she saw her body guard standing in the door holding a small syringe.

"What did you…"

She suddenly stopped speaking as her head began to swim. Staring at the man that she now realized she did not recognize, she asked…"What was…"

Before she could finish, Carol slumped over in the rear seat of the car, unconscious. The man who had drugged her, pulled out his phone and quickly typed in a text. He got a reply almost instantly giving him an address to deliver his 'package'. Grabbing her purse, he tossed it and the phone inside out onto the asphalt. As he started to shut the door, he paused as he couldn't help but notice Carol's long tanned gorgeous legs.

Reaching in, he took a handful of her honey blonde hair and lifted Carol to a seated position. Her body was limp and mouth agape and slack from the fast acting drug he had injected her with. Holding her, he looked her body up and down and thought to himself…"Who would know?"

Reaching in with his free hand, he let it slip inside her jacket and blouse and took a handful of her left tit and began to roughly massage and grope it.

"Fuck yeah," he muttered as he slipped his hand down to her thighs and felt the soft smooth skin. Pushing up, he let his fingers push past her panties and next thing he knew, two fingers were buried deep inside her pussy.

He could feel his cock hard in his pants and looked around and trying to decide how far to take this. Suddenly though, he heard a beep from his phone and withdrew his fingers from between her legs and pulled the phone out. The text he got simply read…'Why haven't you moved yet? We are on a clock.'

Realizing they were tracking him, it was enough to spur him to forgo his rape plans and get moving. He was being paid more than a million in coin after all. Grabbing Carol's legs he tossed the limp woman roughly into the seat and slammed the door shut.

Ten minutes later the body guard sat slumped over the steering wheel of the SUV had had driven to the small airport with Carol Ferris unconscious in the backseat. He had a bullet hole in his forehead as a small plane took off in the distance carrying his package towards Metropolis.

An hour after the start of the Purge at LuthorCorp...

The men all sat finishing their meal. As expected, it was one of the best any of them had ever had and these men routinely had the best of the best. The process of abducting their targets was not supposed to begin until the Purge actually started so as not to break any laws. But most of them would be shocked if Luthor let that technicality stop him. But this meant there was always a delay from the start of the Purge to the beginning of the evening. None of the men really minded, they understood the reality and the anticipation only increased the fun.

The men moved from the dining room to a sitting area to wait. While they did, the expensive liquor flowed and the men took amble advantage to grope and harass the women serving them. As they waited, the group was entertained by various live feeds of teams of security forces rounding up the various targets for that night's fun.

On one screen, video played of a group of men in all black with assault weapons as they were gunning down several people as they moved through a building. The screen read…'Live feed...team 12'…in the corner. The rapid fire bursts of gunfire quickly faded. Obadiah and Darren and the others sat in plush chairs and watched the murders taking place as if they were watching a football game. Each kill was discussed as if it were a pass caught or a fumble dropped.

"Hostile down," came from a metallic male voice over the radio's the men were using…"CLEAR!" was heard several times as the Luthor security team each confirmed the threats were ended. Each team member wore several small cameras and were transmitting video from their locations back to Luthor HQ. The video feeds were filled with images of each man moving through a space that looked like an office and over several dead bodies as if searching for something.

"I got something," one man said and several converged on his location. Cowering behind a desk was a woman, shapely but disheveled.

"No-no p-please!" she shrieked when the man pointed a gun at her and she feared being killed like the others, "I-I just work here!"

The man grabbed the woman roughly by the hair and jerked her head up to turn her face towards the camera, "This her?" he asked.

"One moment," was the reply from a female voice most likely located here in the LuthorCorp HQ.

Obadiah and Adrian and Maxwell Lord all watched with rapt attention, the woman's face suddenly was lit up with various green dots. They all recognized the tell tale sign of facial recognition software. A few seconds later…

"Negative…she's nobody."

"Understood," was the security man's reply as he released her and stepped away. The woman's look of relief quickly faded though as the man's handgun was raised and pointed at her…

"WAIT! NO! I HAVE CH…."

BLAM!

A large patch of red liquid exploded from the woman's head across the white wall behind her and she slumped to the floor, quite clearly dead.

"I got her," another man called over the line and the camera shifted to another part of the building and a nearly identical scene played out this one reading 'Team 07'. A woman in tight fitting office attire was being hoisted up and her face presented to the camera and the same facial recognition technology was being used. This time though, the name… 'Pepper Potts' flashed under the strawberry blonde's distressed face.

The same female voice spoke again, "We got a match."

Pepper was screaming…"NO…NO! STOP!"…as the man shoved a taser into her side and she went limp. Moments later, Pepper's lithe body, now bound and gagged, was hoisted over the man's shoulder and carried to the waiting helicopter. Within minutes, she would be loaded onto a jet and be in Metropolis within the hour.

As the men watched, other women were captured and various names flashed across the screen as each was indentified and most looked less than happy at their predicament.

District Attorney Laurel Lance who at least looked like she had put up a fight as she was taken into custody;

World renowned astrophysicist Jane Foster looking distressed as she was faced with her kidnappers and probably thought remaining in England for the Purge would protect her;

…Thea Queen daughter of the powerful Queen family being abducted;

…and finally, CEO Claire Denning who ran the dinosaur theme park called Jurassic World, was seen looking up at the capture team sent for her and realizing her fate was sealed.

"Well, I hope they at least clean the bitch up before she gets here," Norman Osborn said and all the men laughed.

Damien, who had been relatively quiet until now, spoke up, "I call dibs on her…I like girls with a little meat on their bones."

The other men gave him a look as if to say, 'Suit yourself.'

The men all enjoyed watching these worldly haughty powerful women being reduced to blubbering frantic pleading victims. They sat around discussing what they intended to do with them once they had the chance. The casual sadism on display was nearly unimaginable.

From a side door, the beautiful woman in red, Isobel, who had greeted Obadiah and several of the men, emerged.

"Gentlemen, if you will follow me please," she beckoned.

The men immediately followed through the door and stepped into yet another differently but impeccably furnished room. The space was large and had a seating area and throughout was spread several couches and chairs. Like Adrian, Lex obviously loved rich dark leather. The room held both a pool and poker table; clearly some kind of game room for billionaires.

But the main thing of note was not any of the furnishings. Quickly the men's eyes fell to the outer walls of the room. Spread evenly around were a number of alcoves, three per wall for twelve in all. Each was a few feet across and was recessed into the wall forming a half sphere about two feet deep. While an odd décor choice, there was nothing too unusual about them by themselves.

What was more important was that there was a person, specifically a female person in about half of them. Each woman was bound and struggling illuminated by an overhead light directed down as well as several floor mounted smaller lights directed upwards. Each woman was bathed in light as if they were on display. In fact, it seemed that is exactly what they were. When the men entered, several of the women stopped fighting and turned to the group now staring at them. Others kept pulling against their restraints and most of the ones who had paused started again once they saw the men watching them and they realized what was happening. A number of them had tear stained faces.

The woman were all wearing the same clothing, as if they had been dressed in the same outfit. They each wore a crisp white silk blouse that appeared a size or two too small as indicated by the buttons up the front pulling open slightly and stretching the fabric. Each woman wore a bra of red or black that was just ever so faintly visible through the gaps in the blouse or because the top several buttons were open.

Each woman wore a pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee and was form fitted at the bottom, not allowing for her to fully open her legs. The women all wore stockings and as they struggled and moved her legs the men could see that each woman wore garters clipped to the top of each to hold them up.

Completing their outfits were seriously way too high high heels. Each pair was a good five inches.

Also, each woman was restrained. A wooden bar, about two feet long and two inches wide, was placed behind her and wedged under their shoulders. The female's wrists were tied with zip ties pulling their arms awkwardly behind them and holding the bars in place. At the end of the bar, lengths of chain were attached which ran up to the ceiling and secured there. On the floor between each woman's feet was a small ring screwed into place. A thin chain was secured to each ankle and through the ring, allowing only a few inches of movement.

The bar connected to the ceiling, the wrist cuffs, and the chain holding her ankles; all together restrained each woman in her alcove and allowed only futile struggling but it was clear none of them were breaking free without help. Each woman also had a piece of clear tape covering their mouths and holding their lips together, gagging them from little more than muffled grunting and gurgling noises.

While the women all had different body types, each woman was attractive. Most were athletic and lithe with long legs and thin waists. Most colors of hair were represented, from black to blonde to chestnut and light brown. The majority of the women had long hair but a few had shorter styles. A few were petite, perhaps only a few inches over five feet in height before the heels. Several of them though were pushing if not over six feet with the extra five inches added. The women had various bust sizes but it was clear each of their bras were push up and designed to augment their chests.

The group of men stood watching the women fighting and flailing for over two minutes. Several of them were quite literally licking their lips and all of them had bulges in their pants.

Behind the group, Isobel stepped forward and to the first alcove and the woman contained inside. Turning to Darren Cross…

"Mr. Cross, I believe this was your request…Miss Hope van Dyne."

Darren stepped forward and now looked at the woman's face. Hope was an executive in his company and the daughter of Hank Pym, the founder of the firm.

"Hope, Hope, Hope…"

He reached up and took the edge of the tape covering the beautiful woman's lips in his fingers. With a quick motion, he tore it free.

"Sorry," he could tell it hurt, "Better to just get it over with. But don't worry…that will be the last thing you experience tonight that goes quick."

Darren gave her a truly evil smile. Hope was gasping for breath now able to gulp in air through her mouth.

"Da-Darren…what the fuck are you doing?! W-we…we're partners! How could you do this to me?!"

The tall bald man reached up and took Hope's face in his hands, cupping each cheek.

"Really Hope? Did you think I didn't know?"

"Wh-what are you…"

SWAP!

Darren slapped Hope hard across the face the sound of the slap echoing through the room. The sound so loud and the action so violent, everyone in the room paused to look at the pair. Even the women who were fighting with all their might to break free and somehow escape what they each knew was a death sentence stopped and turned to look at them.

Hope's entire body bucked but the chains held her firmly in place and upright. Darren grabbed a thick handful of Hope dark brown hair and jerked her head back to look her in the eye. His face was enraged and he was quite literally snarling as spittle from his mouth landed on her cheeks.

"You really think I didn't know you were selling me out to your father! Feeding him information! Delaying the Ant-man project by years! You don't think I don't know the fire in the lab was caused by you! You set back the project decades if we can ever recreate the research!"

Hope seemed to realize she couldn't lie her way out of this. She had always known Darren was a psychopath and also that he was in love with her. She had used this for years to manipulate him to her favor. Apparently, he had finally figured it out.

"Dar-ren, wa-wait, just let me explain."

Darren smiled. He could actually hear the fear in her voice. Both she and he knew she was fucked. But he enjoyed toying with her so let her have a moment to speak. Releasing her, he stepped back.

"Darren, I did this for your own good. You were messing with a technology you couldn't understand or control. Please, you have to believe me…this was for your own benefit. Please, you haven't done anything yet; no laws have been broken. You don't have to go through with this."

He stepped up, appearing to let her words sink in. Reaching up, Darren began to stroke Hope's face softly and for a moment she thought he might have reconsidered. This notion was ended though when…"HUUMMPPHHH!"

Hope grunted hard as Darren drove a fist into her gut, just above her belly button. Hope's entire body went limp as she completely had the wind knocked from her and her legs could no longer support her weight. Her entire body fell forward held up only by the bar under her arms. Turning to Isobel…

"Ah, miss? Yes, is there somewhere Hope and I can have some alone time?"

"Of course Mr. Cross…here let me…"

As she spoke she stepped next to the alcove Hope van Dyne was strung up in and for the first time Darren and several of the men noticed a small control panel located next to each woman on the wall. Isobel pressed a button and the rear wall of the alcove slid back revealing a chamber on the other side. Darren peered in and even Hope, barely able to breathe, craned her head back to look inside.

As all the furnishing here, the room was opulent and well appointed. The main feature of the room was a large bed in the center. Arrayed along the walls and on several tables were various sex devices, such as large dildos as well as some that looked far more sadistic in nature. The bed had a heavy headboard with several chains ending in cuffs mounted onto it as well as the footboard. Over the bed hung several chains ending in restraints as well. It was basically a sex dungeon.

"I hope your rape room meets your expectations Mr. Cross. Of course, if anything is lacking all you need do is ask."

Hope, hearing the words 'rape room' and seeing what Darren clearly was planning, began to struggle once again, although feebly at this point.

"I am sure it will be fine," he responded.

Hope now seemed to realize pretending was no longer necessary.

"Fine Darren, you want to know why I betrayed you? DO YOU!? That company belonged to my father and you were never going to be able to match his genius! You didn't deserve it!"

It was clear Hope was trying to hurt him so Darren decided to return the favor.

"You know Hope, I had planned to show you this later but since you want to be a royal cunt, I'll do it now."

He pulled his phone from his pocket, entered the pass code and began typing on the screen.

"Since you are such a daddy's girl…" he held the phone up in front of her as she spoke and he played a video on the screen.

"I got this while we were having dinner…" as the video played Hope watched in horror as she saw her father, Hank Pym, surrounded by men wearing Cross Security badges. They were beating Hank; the old man basically helpless. She watched as one of them pulled a gun and…BLAM!...shot her father through the heart.

"DAD!" she screamed, followed by…"I'll fucking kill you Darren!"

Just then Isobel pushed a second button and one of the chains detached from the ceiling, allowing the restraint bar to fall to one side and slip from under Hope's shoulders. At the same time, the ring between her feet sprang open, releasing her feet but leaving the chain around each ankle making it nearly impossible for her to run.

Now suddenly freed, she began to fall but Darren quickly moved in underneath her and scooped her up. Lifting her body, he tossed her over his shoulder. Turning to the men of the room who were all admiring the other women in the alcoves, "Well, have fun guys," he said as he stepped into the hidden room carrying the struggling woman. Once he cleared the doorway, it shut behind him and instantly cut off the string of expletives Hope was yelling.

"I know I am," he said softly as he left.