VILLAINS LEAGUE

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Dark Order, an organization devoted to world domination by any means necessary, had been in a stalemate against an international coalition drawing on the best of the best from the special forces of many allied nations. This coalition was code named, “Freedom Force”.

The Dark Order had been locked in a guerrilla war with them for many years now, with neither side making substantial progress. The Dark Order would destabilize a nation through a campaign of sabotage, targeted strikes, and infiltration with the goal to turn it into their puppet, and then Freedom Force would launch a counter strike, assassinating their puppet leaders, and fomenting a new revolution to free the nation from the Dark Order’s control.

Or the Dark Order would launch a strike against a Freedom Force military installation, and then the Freedom Force would launch a strike against one of the Dark Order’s installations. But the Dark Order had worrying signs that Freedom Force was planning to change the game, to upset the balance of power. With a new initiative, codenamed Project Rebirth.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: The Dark Order had been picking up rumors of the initiative for a while now, but could not secure details. Until they had a breakthrough. A stroke of luck. One of the Freedom Force’s top scientists had taken personal leave to visit a dying friend, and requested privacy to spend a two months with his beloved friend. Out of respect for his wishes, Freedom Force had agreed, after insisting that he take a bodyguard. This bodyguard was well known to the Dark Order, one Lt. James Denton. He was a thorn in the side of the Dark Order, having heroically spearheaded many missions responsible for causing the Dark Order major setbacks. He was beloved by the other Freedom Force Commandos, a natural leader, a fearsome fighter and brilliant tactician. He was the best of the best, considered Freedom Force’s top commando. He was rumored to have a secret lover, but the Dark Order had never discovered who this was.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: (Lt. James Denton)

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: So when he was spotted in an unusual place by one of the members of the Dark Order’s extensive spy network, a remote Himalayan village that had only one phone at the community center and no cell coverage. And due to local atmospheric conditions, not even satellite communications were possible. Why would Freedom Force send their top commando seemingly by himself to this out of the way, isolated place where they could not even stay in reliable communication with him?

That’s where I come in. My name is Max Irons, the Dark Order’s head of security, their top commando.

Why did I join an organization devoted to world domination? Because I was born to conquer.
I have a supreme will to conquer. It’s what brought me ultimately to the Dark Order. Everything else is just a means to this end. My delight is in the moment of conquest, the moment when my foe realizes that he has been defeated.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: This lust for conquest and power, for control and domination is something I was born with. It is my destiny. I spent my life building my body and mind into the ultimate weapon. I train ruthlessly and relentlessly, honing myself, pushing myself in every possible way. My 6’2 frame was packed with 230 pounds of steel-hard, combat forged, herculean muscle. I was far, far stronger than I looked, having trained for strength so ruthlessly that I could match the power of men far larger and seemingly more muscular than I was with ease.

I joined the Australian SAS as a young man, my talents for combat and fighting were exceptional. Driven by my ambition to be the best, to conquer and control my opponents, I quickly learned everything the Australian SAS could teach me, tactics, advanced hand to hand fighting, marksmanship weapons handling, explosives, leadership skills, and infiltration. I had black belts in BJJ, Karate, Krav Maga, as well as Muay Thai.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I was utterly ruthless, and racked up an impressive record, but even my hard-bitten SAS comrades had grave concerns about my methods. My time with the Australian SAS ended abruptly when I went too far in a training session. My sparring partner was one of the best fighters in the SAS, and the contest was evenly matched. Refusing to accept defeat, I killed my opponent.

Once I was thrown out of the Australian SAS I naturally found my way to the Dark Order, quickly rising to become head of security.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: So it was only natural that they sent me to investigate why Lt. James Denton was in such a remote place. I came, I saw, and I … ultimately conquered. Not easily. My battle with James was arguably the closest, toughest fight of my career so far. Never have I come so close to losing a battle. But in the end, I won. I defeated Freedom Force’s top Commando. Not only defeated him, but broke him before he died. I did take his dogtags with me. I have them with me now. I quickly found the reason he was here. He was guarding another top Freedom Force man, one of their most prominent scientists, Jeff Powers. I found him, and even in my weakened, injured state I subdued him easily. He valiantly defied me, but in the end, he broke. They always do. And I learned everything I needed to know.

Project Rebirth was on the very verge of perfecting a serum that, once injected, would increase the muscle density, strength, stamina, speed, reaction times, recovery times, and bone density of a man ten times over. Such a man would shrug off bullets as though they were BB guns, such a man could lift objects weighing up to approximately 8000 pounds. Such a man could leap from a plane or helicopter and survive the fall. Such a man could take an injury that would kill another, and within days, heal naturally. Such a man could put a marathon runner to shame with their endurance, being able to run for ten times as long without tiring. Such a man could single handedly invade an enemy installation, and destroy it all by himself. Such a man would change the balance of power in the war between Freedom Force and the Dark Order.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Project Rebirth was housed in a top secret installation located in the far north of Canada, deep in uncharted forest wilderness. It was guarded by a squad of Freedom Force Commandos at all times. The only way to get access to the inner chamber where the research team was perfecting the serum was by biometric access from the leader of the Squad currently assigned to guard the facility.

And with that, I had all the information we needed. And the Dark Order had two months to carry out their most daring raid yet. Two months before Lt. James Denton and Dr. Jeff Powers would be missed. Two months for me to recover from the toughest fight of my career and lead the raid. But recover I did.

And now, almost two months later, backed by a squad of the best Dark Order Troopers in our service, I stood silently off in the pitch black night, surveying the top secret Government lab housing Project Rebirth, identifying the patrol patterns of the squad of Freedom Force Commandos. Each one of them is a proud, strong, confident, powerful man. But I have only eyes for one man. The leader of the squad. Where have I seen him before?

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: (The Iron Mercenary, Max Irons)

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: I was assigned leader of a squad currently patrolling the outskirts of the Lab. Each man knew their duty and performed it diligently for we all knew what was at stake here. The research performed inside will be the game changer against our long lasting battle against the Dark Order. A serum that could increase one's abilities to those only read in comics and seen in movies… Yeah that was a wet dream of many commandos who had fought against the Dark Order. If this succeeded we would be able to go on the offensive with impunity, becoming one man armies so that we could raid and destroy all their known bases, find the unknowns and capture every operative and spy. And if they resist…well too bad for them. The days of the Dark Order are numbered. The thought brought a tiny smile to my face.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: And I was one of those volunteers who would get the serum tomorrow. For once I was enhanced the hunt for Max Irons would be open for I had a personal score to settle with him. Intelligence had finally proof who had killed James Denton, our top fighter. Once I heard that news my unbound hatred latched onto that name. I would hunt for him even if the Freedom Force would not allow it. I do not care for their wishes for him. For once I have found him I would not kill him. Oh no, I would make him suffer and pay for everything he did to Denton. My beloved Denton…

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: He found me, Angel Stomana, some years ago on the streets of Sofia. A 5’8 – 215 pounds of ripped muscle steel lad with anger issues. I was then a member of a street gang with no formal training whatsoever. Everything I knew I taught myself through books and vids. And beating up pretty much everyone who I considered nothing more than test dummies. Didn’t matter who they were. I took down bullies, professional hitmen, martial artists, bodybuilders. Men short or tall, slim or big. All went down. Never lost a fight. A perfect record.
So when I tried to rob him, for the first time I got the beating of a lifetime. The battle dragged on for a long time and I gave him a good thrashing, surprising him I could keep up with him, block his attacks, counter… In his words “A fucking terminator on steroids”. Still by the end of it I was the one lying in a pool of my own blood, exhausted, every inch of my body battered and bruised, ribs broken… I was a mess. While he had taken some hits too, but was still standing tall.
But despite all that I still was not ko’ed and still wanted to take him on. Insulting him, daring him to finish the job. My defiance burning in my eyes.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: He just smiled. And that smile punched through my mental armor and feelings burst out I didn't knew existed. Our fight ended then and there and after a long talk where he patched me up he gave me an offer I could not refuse. Join the Freedom Order. Now saving the world was interesting, but what truly appealed to me was the fact I would be trained, my skills honed, and then set free to deal with some real challenges the world could offer. Not just of this one town.
I accepted on the spot and after my body had healed I was sent to the training camp. Suffice to say I wasn’t an expert in martial styles. I had blended them all into my own unique way, much to the ire of the instructors till I beat them down. Every single one of them. So I walked out of there as the prime of the class. Already skilled enough, the training felt like a breeze. The only true challenge I had was trying to beat the records set by James. I broke some of his by the narrowest of margins, others I failed.
Once out, he pulled me in as his second in command. A bit to the ire and jealousy of others, but they were silenced real fast with my efficiency in taking down Dark Order men and facilities. It took no time before they swapped the order of my name from Angel Stomana to Stomana Angel. Or translated from Bulgarian it meant ‘Steel Angel’. I smirked at that and took it.
In the 2 years that passed our budding friendship grew to more. He became the one person to whom I dared to open myself up. And I loved him with every fibre of my being.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: My mind drifted to the last time we met. Just a few days before he left for his fated mission. We talked some in bed after having exhausted ourselves with a brutal spar, which I won hands down, him admitting I have become stronger and better than him. I rewarded him with my very best in bed and outside of that. Let’s just say neither of us was okay with just the average stuff. So I made sure he was very pleased and satisfied when I was finished thanking him.
And then he surprised me by grabbing a little box and opening it. It contained two rings. One for each of us and he barely had time to finish his question when I said yes. That was the happiest moment of my life.
That moment tainted by his death. The rage that filled my body made my gun squeak. The pressure of my hands crushing it, pushing it ever closer to breaking point. But the sturdy material held against my grip. I shook my head to clear it from my thoughts. ‘Dammit, not know.’ I thought. Need to focus, clear my mind. Remain vigilant till tomorrow. Yes tomorrow…

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: For tomorrow was the big day. Now it was in the middle of the night, me having given orders to my fellows to keep a watchful eye out during our patrol of the terrain. Intel suggests that the Dark Order had figured out where the base was not long ago and what the project involved. Not good for us, but due to the delicate nature of the research we could not move the project till it was finished, which would be tomorrow. The project itself would then move in 2 days after the test run was completed tomorrow when the first volunteers would receive the dose of the serum.
Which meant the risk to security had bumped up to the max. But so far nothing had happened. So either they did not know that the big day was tomorrow and believed they still had time. Or they were going to strike soon. Real soon. Which would be on my watch. And no one would get past me. I will make sure of that. And inwardly I hoped that they would come. I really needed to vent some of my pent up rage. The techniques Denton taught me are losing their usefulness. And should they show up I truly wished that his killer, Max Irons would be amongst them. Oh yes. I truly prayed for that.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: As I looked again through my night vision goggles, examining the leader of the squad closely, zooming in for a better view, I started to smile. Now I remembered who I was seeing. This was the man in the tiny picture that James Denton had kept in his breast pocket, right over his heart. This man, the leader of the squad, must be his lover!! I will enjoy telling him exactly how I killed James after I have defeated him, while I am raping him savagely.

But we must hurry. For somehow, Freedom Force has discovered the deaths of Lt. James Denton and Dr. Jeff Powers. They have already begun to tighten security, and a battlegroup of Freedom Force troops to secure the facility are only a few hours away. Luckily, we had planned our assault before they learned of their deaths, so we were in position first. But there was no time to waste, if they bring in those reinforcements, we will have lost our chance.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Every single member of our squad knows the plan, everyone has their target. Everyone is ordered to kill their target, except me. I need the squad leader alive, for the biometrics. And then, I will need to torture the access code for the door panel out of him. Tonight was going to be fun. Just a few more minutes ... and then, our window arrives. As they were changing the guard shifts, there was a few minutes where the next shift and the prior shift were outside at the same time. This was the moment when all the Freedom Force soldiers were outside, and as they were handing off guard duty, it is also when they are the least alert. We had several squad members high up in trees, and suddenly hurling out in a high arc, dropping down amongst the gathered Freedom Force guard shifts, from straight above, came several flash bang grenades. These grenades would not kill, but they would instead explode releasing a blindingly bright light and shocking loud noise designed to temporarily blind, deafen and stun an enemy. All of them exploded simultaneously, with blinding flashes of light and ear-piercing sound.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, we charged, every trooper had his target. Each trooper was dressed in the familiar Dark Order uniforms, black combat boots, black combat trousers, black armored vest with the Dark Order insignia emblazoned on their chest, with a black beret. Each one highly trained and fully armed. In their midst, dressed in the very same uniform, but with an officer’s insignia, was myself. Leading the charge, and headed directly for the Freedom Force squad leader. Gunfire, screams of wounded and dying men surrounded me as I leapt through the snow, confronting the Squad Leader, arming myself with a stun baton. I would try this the easy way first, if I could shock him before he fully recovered from the flash bang grenade, this would be an easy job. But somehow, I doubted it would be that easy. I lashed out with my stun baton, the tip arcing with electricity as I tried to jab it directly towards the leader’s neck. I was coming up behind him and on his left side, hoping he wouldn’t spot me in time.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: It was time for the guards to switch so we could rest a few hours before getting the serum. James had drilled into me this was a dangerous moment. It was logical to expect an attack if the enemy knew of our schedule. And I always assumed they did. So when the men were switching positions I scanned the darkness. And just before hell broke loose I saw something move. My instincts screamed danger so through the comsystem I called my squad "Murphy". The god of bad luck I call it. And my men knew it was code for shit hitting the fan. That second was enough for them to react. Several managed to evade the otherwise lethal attack. Shooting, flash bangs, some grenades exploding. Chaos... but I thrived in it. I tried to give further orders but only got static. A blanket jamming. No matter. My men knew what to do. So the fighting continued, deaths falling at both sides. The Dark Order soldiers were pushing hard, not caring for their fallen. They really wanted the prize. Barely a minute or two had passed but both ranks were ravaged, my men having a better kill ratio thanks to the outdoor barricades. Still needed to level the playing field so I let out some of my rage. I stormed straight into the largest pack, managing to evade the fatal bullet, only some grazes that my tactical suit handled. I didn't care for bruises. Closing the distance I threw in my last grenade, they ducked. I didn't... Fools, it was a dud. And now I was on top of them. Showing my acrobatic skills I jumped, flipped over and still shot down two of them before they could react. Another did but I threw him my rifle, it was empty anyways and no time to reload, the move surprising him so I could slide closer, get my pistol, put it under his chin and blasted his brains out. Only for me to roll away just in time when another used the moment to try and stab me. I rolled up, grabbed my own knife, special edition, HE gave me for my birthday and a little knife fight ensued. He was good and he knew it.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: But I was better. Which he quickly learned when my especially sharp knife sliced through his armor and he was more focused on trying to keep his guts inside. A futile effort. I then quickly threw my knife into the dark. A moment later the last guy of the pack fell out of the shadow, my knife sticking in his throat. While I walked to him to retrieve my knife I noticed the firefight had calmed down. Guess it was pretty much over. Confident in my men I knew they would win. But I did not drop my guard. I needed confirmation first. Thrust but verify. I reached down, pulled out my knife and straightened up. Some light reflecting from the knife's steel and again on instinct I moved to the right. A stun baton replacing the space my body had occupied a moment ago. I turned around and it didn't matter, it was dark. I just knew it was you.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I wasn't at all surprised that the flash bang attack didn't give us the advantage we'd hoped. These men were good. They were the best of the best, the most elite Commandos in Freedom Force. They were no joke, not to be underestimated. They had spotted the grenades sailing in and managed to get a warning off, allowing the guards to protect their eyesight and hearing. That was bad, without the advantage of surprise the initial attack wave would get cut to ribbons, especially since we hadn't managed to bring in enough troops to outnumber the guards. The Dark Order troops charged the barricades, breaching them in several places, but the casualty rate was not in our favor. Still, that was okay. I had planned for this.

As I stalked the Squad Leader, I had to admit, he was skilled. He moved with the grace and precision of an elite soldier, knifing, shooting, and smashing an entire squad of Dark Order troops with casual efficiency. And then, as the firefight began to die down, it seemed like there were way more Freedom Force Commandos standing than Dark Order Troopers. And that was true.

Just as I tried to jab that stun baton in your neck, you instinctively dashed to the right, and I missed. For a moment, our eyes met, visible even through the dim light. I got my first good up close view of you, dressed in combat gear, as I was, but no combat gear in the world could hide just how powerfully built you were. I didn't even have to see you without your shirt to see how your biceps filled out your uniform, to see the tight cords running up the side of your neck, to know that every fucking inch of you was packed with steel-cut, combat-hardened, lethal muscle. As was I.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, before we could attack, all hell broke loose again. I'd split up ten of my most elite troopers into squads of five men each. These were the best of the best. While the initial assault had charged your troops head on, these two elite squads had scaled the rear of the lab, made their way along the roof, and now they had suddenly dropped behind your lines, starting to butcher your men from the rear. And meanwhile, the surviving Dark Order troops rejoin the battle, charging the flanked Freedom Force Commandos from the front, meat grinding them between the two forces. The kill count quickly ratchets up on our side. Just then, a squad of Freedom Force Commandos that had rushed to join their leader, turns and charges back to help their comrades who are getting butchered, they swarm between us, trying to kill me more to get me out of their way so they can get to their brothers. But you don't get me out of your way. One of them pulls a gun on me, and my hand lashes out, seizing his wrist, twisting making him drop his gun while I grab it with my free hand, pointing it behind me to blast the Freedom Force Commando coming up behind me in the face, his brains bursting out of the back of his head right in the eyes of the Commando behind him. Another Commando comes at me from the other side with a knife, and my boot lashes up in a side kick, smashing the knife out of his grip, to flip up in the air. I catch it with my free hand, and sink it into the neck of it's former owner with a spurt of blood, before rapidly driving the blade in an arc, and cutting the throat out of the former gun owning Commando with another spray of blood. The final Commando from the squad charged me, still blinded with blood in his eyes, but I casually bunched my quads, spun and broke his neck with a well placed spinning back kick to his chin.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, dropping the knife and gun, I had my own, and Dark Order weapons were clearly superior, I turned to face you. "Now that we have some privacy..." I gesture to the dead heap of elite Freedom Force Commandos surrounding me "..how about we play?"

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: From behind you I saw some of my men had followed me towards the pack but seeing as how I had dealt with them single handedly while the others of our team were pushed back to the entrance and were at the verge of being overrun by those sneaky reinforcements they stopped and turned back. I grunted in approval. Even without being able to give orders they knew their priorities. My men at the entrance were trapped, but if they got back in time we could reverse the roles and finish this scum off. And then only he would remain which made me smile.

But you had a different idea. You literally abandoned me much to my ire and quickly caught up to my guys. The man can run fast, I give him that. I myself followed pursuit, knife in my hand and lost precious seconds while reaching down and grab my gun on the go. By the time I had caught up you had taken out my guys with an ease few men were able to. For what you did to my lover I hate you with all my guts. But the fighter in me begrudgingly acknowledged your skills. You are as good as the intel reports suggests. Better even. James did confess to me once that you, just like both of us, favored close combat and he wasn’t confident he would win a one on one fight against you. Which he hadn’t though the details of his death were sketchy. So heavily redacted, not even my pissed off side managed to squeeze out the full info out of the pencil pusher who dared to say no to me. But these thoughts only reinforced my determination to destroy you. Make you pay for everything.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: So just as when my last men went down I fired my gun like a madman. You started evading the shots, arrogantly smirking for my terrible aim. Yeah fucker I wasn’t aiming at you. No mere bullet was going to end this between us. You would die with my own fucking hands. No I shot around you so you couldn’t get into a ready stance for when I arrived with my bullrun. When my gun clicked I threw it away in the snow, useless now. But the distance was shortened to just a few feet and I leaped, moving my knife in a wide swing which you evaded easily by bending backwards, the knife moving over your head harmlessly. But during my leap I pushed my knee forward, using my momentum to ram it straight into your pushed out core, your combat armor reducing the impact from me destroying your intestines to simply forcing you to bend over some, your head pushed back forward against your will, meeting my right fist smashing into your jaw destabilizing you entirely and you dropped to the ground. I flew over you and landed on the ground, rolled over and got back up right away. Setting my footing wide, preparing to jump or leap in any way depending on your move. Holding my knife in my left hand, the sharp side bent backwards for some nice slicing and dicing while my right fist clenched so hard I pierced my own skin and some drops of blood formed and fell. Eager to punch and break some bones.

And for a split second my focused face dropped the act, became arrogant and smug and I used my right hand hand to waive you to come and get me in that universal sign that always seems to piss of the other guy to attack and do something stupid.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: When you started running at me like a madman, firing your sidearm, I smirked. No one told me that James's lover was a madman. A lunatic. I moved effortlessly, dodging his shots, watching his eyes, anticipating the slight tells that would give away his movements. But that meant I wasn't braced properly for your bull run, and then you changed the game on me once more, by suddenly leaping at me, slashing at me with your blade. I leaned back, but you were one of the most unpredictable fighters I had ever faced, and your knee slammed into my exposed core. The pain was enormous. The shockwave ripped through my core like a brutal tidal wave of agony. The only thing that prevented me from being completely cored by that vicious knee strike was my body armor, as it was my flex nearly collapses, those incredibly tough, steel-hard muscled abs of mine taking a blast of punishment and damage they've not endured for a very long time.

The blow doubles me up, and then your right fist smashes into my jaw with bone-jarring force, my head savagely snapping to the right, a spray of blood erupting from my mouth. I drop to my knees, gasping, my core shaking with pain, my jaw on fire. I stand up very slowly, wiping away the blood as my disciplined mind focuses like a laser through the pain. I smile then. "Very good, you mother fucking piece of shit. You know how long it's been since anyone got the jump on me? I'll tell you this, your lover boy, James, never did."

My knife is in my right hand suddenly, held low and dangerous as I move in towards you, agony throbbing in my nearly broken core and blood dribbling out of the corner of my mouth, my jaw pounding with pain. I move forward, my feet expertly slicing across the snow, my gaze is cold, hard, and there is a look of .. anticipation in my eyes as I watch for your movements. But what I do in the end is unexpected. I suddenly throw my knife at you, it flips end over end as it whistles through the air directly at you, and as soon as you leap aside to avoid it, I leap as well, right towards you. My shoulder smashes brutally into the small of your spine like a wrecking ball, driving you face first to the snow as my right hand latches onto your right hand, my fingers digging into the soft tendons of your wrist, trying to force you to drop your knife. My left elbow smashes down in a savage strike right for the base of your neck, just where your armored vest stops, knowing perfectly well how much damage a well placed elbow strike to the spine can do.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: While you come at me I keep an eye on all your movements, wondering what you will use to attack me. your feet? your fists? that knife?... I see the twitch and evade the knife you throw at me, swirling around, preparing for a kick to your head. But you are a fast fucker, crossing the gap faster then I expected hitting my spine and I crash into the snow, face digging in, eating some of it. and while I blink to get my sight back I feel you claw at my left hand, feel my tendons being abused and I am forced to let go of my favorite knife while my neck takes a hit. I literally feel a fire flowing through my spine, my limbs spasming, pain coursing through me. But this wasn't the first time I got hit there. James did train me well and in some of our training sessions he hit me in the places that would incapacitate me. Making sure I knew the feeling and push through them. So while it hurt like hell I did not give you the satisfaction of a cry of pain, a grunt, not even a whisper.

A moment passed in silence where you caught a deep breath before you would do whatever it is you wanted to do. But I did not give you that time. I moved my legs up to both sides of your lats and used them to grab you and pull back, throwing you off me.
Pushing through the pain my objecting spine was giving me I pushed myself up and turned around, seeing you already gotten up.

I immediately launched myself in a swirl of spinning kicks closing the distance, broadcasting my moves, seeing you would prepare for it's impact, only for me to switch at the last minute into a spinning wheel kick, flipping over, my leg extended and my heel wrapped in steel reinforced combat boots coming down, smashing straight into the front of your skull, snapping you head downwards, your body following suit and collapse in front of me.

I land on my feet and reach down, pull off all your headgear, grab your hair and lift your face up and as promised my right fist comes down, bashing into your face over and over.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: The sound of your nose breaking music to my ears.
"Gonna enjoy ripping you limb for limb, you piece of meat."

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I force you to drop your knife, then the point of my elbow digging into your spine sends that shiver of pain that I can feel, being connected to you. I have time to get my breath now... no one can move after a blow like that, not right away. But soon I realize the error of my ways, as you buck and pull me off violently with your legs. I'm flung backwards, tumbling in the snow, wincing in pain as my abs throb, but I force myself up to see you launching a series of spinning roundhouse kicks. My arms are up, and I'm braced to block them, when you suddenly switch to a spinning wheel kick, your heavy boot smashes against my protective helmet, saving my skull from getting smashed, but still mildly concussing me and sending me to my knees, then face first to the snow. I'm twitching, trying to keep everything from spinning.

Your unpredictable style is something I've never faced. I'm starting to pull it together when you pull me up by my helmet, back to my knees, and then pull my helmet off. My eyes are still glazed and crossed, when your fist smashes down into my face. You break my nose and bruise my eye, and cut my cheek. My entire face is one sheet of fiery pain. My face is a bloody mess. But none of those blows are anything compared to the kick, and I'm tough, ultra tough, suddenly when your fist smashes down towards my face again, my left hand darts up, my bicep bulges like concrete, and I catch your fist in the palm of my hand. I shake my head and snarl, "NO" Some inner demon of destruction, my raging will to conquer had been deeply aroused, flooding my body with adrenaline and furious determination. "FUCK YOU" I snarl.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: My right hand thrusts up, and suddenly seizes your thigh, I stand and with a savage burst of speed and power that comes from the dark places of my soul, I drop your left arm, and punch you right in the throat, in the Adam's apple, a move designed to brutally stun. I stand up, finding the power from some dark deep place, my shaky core flexing, flooded with adrenaline, and I hoist you over my head in a full military press while you are stunned, then smoothly without a moment's hesitation, drop to one knee, and with all my strength and rage, I bring you down across my knee, ribs first, with bone-breaking force. Not even military grade body armor can protect from a blow like this, especially not on the lats, where the armor is weakest because it needs to flex.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: I was quite enjoying myself while rearranging that face of yours. that blood splattering over your face turning me on, feeling my rod stir some, but I suppress the urge. Need to do a lot more to you before I shall sate my lust.
Then you stop my fist. The size of your bicep clearly stretches the fabric of your clothes. Fuck he is strong. I pull my arm free but it was too late. Your other fist punched straight into my throat, immediately I had trouble breathing and I tried to move back but you followed me and lifted me up seemingly effortlessly. I fought plenty of strong and tough fuckers before but you certainly pulled above your weightclass. And before I could start slamming your head you already moved and my side got slammed on your knee. A crack and burning pain immediately burst from that side and I was unable to prevent a cry to escape me. And I knew he had cracked my ribs. I rolled away from you and got up on my knees. Seeing that savage smile of yours. you were enjoying this a lot. Probably getting hard.

But after the initial surprise I managed to get my body back under control. But I didn't show you that. In a marvelous act I cried of pain, grabbing my cracked ribs and stumbled towards you while you enjoyed the show. But that arrogance of yours allowed me to close the gap and suddenly my cry stopped and my mouth switched to a vicious smile and suddenly my foot smashed straight into your right knee, the force pushing through your kneepad, swiping that leg under you and I pushed against you and we both went down. I quickly entangled my legs around yours trapping that kicked leg into a figure four leglock and then started to crunch and twist hard. That leg being my payback. Seeing your face forcing itself not to cry out only made me twist harder. "Scream. I wanna hear you scream."

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10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: The satisfying CRUNCHHHHHHH, the feel of breaking the bones of a powerful, hard-muscled soldier such as yourself made my cock so hard it spat a dribble of pre. The surge of sheer lust rushed through me as I felt those ribs break, watched your body crumple off my leg and roll across the snow. Your cries of pain were an aphrodisiac to my inner beast, my inner demon of destruction and domination. The more powerful an opponent, the more my demon howled.

I walked towards you, my face a bloody, battered mess, radiating pain, my core still roiling with the agony of that brutal opening knee, and fed off my own pain, delighted in it, gloried in it, composing a symphony between your pain and mine, a duet of perfect chaos.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Only to find that once more, you had fooled me.

Without warning, my knee was bashed hard by your boot, sending a jolt of sharp agony knife through my joint, and then as I tumbled down, attempting to collect myself, you entangled my legs in a figure four leg lock, causing sudden lightning bolts of pain spearing, jolting up and down my knee, twisting and straining the tendons and bones near the breaking point. I let out a scream of agony, yet the scream was a strange composition of pain and rage, and some kind of twisted enjoyment. My demon of destruction when it was rising into it's full power, did not care whose pain it fed on. The look in my eyes was demonic, and twisted as I suddenly sat straight up and gazed into your own eyes, my cock twitching hard in my trousers. Suddenly, my hand reached out and grabbed a combat knife that had fallen in the battle, it's tip was still wet with some poor soldier's blood.

Viper fast, ignoring the pain the move caused me, I suddenly sat up straight, and with your arms braced behind you in the snow to deliver more power to your crippling hold, unable to prevent me, I bent forward even more, until there was an audible POP as the pressure created when I sat up and leaned forward dislocating my own knee in the process!! The pain was sharp as a sword, but it didn't slow me as my blade plunged forward, into your upper right pec, just over the collar of your armored vest. The strike severed the material of collar, and the tip plunged about an inch into your thick, steel-muscled right pec.

Even body armor had seams, to allow for flexibility, between the more rigid plates that provide protection. I knew through long experience and training where those seams were. My thirsty blade did not hit you by chance, but design. Suddenly, my right bicep flexed with terrific power, and I let out a roar of pain mixed with savage delight as I pulled that knife down the length of your torso, carving an inch-deep furrow of destruction down your muscled body, along a seam in your armored vest. Ripping through muscle that has taken you years to build up, slicing through that powerful, combat-forged, steel-hard muscle like a knife through hot butter, through your mighty pecs, down through steel-hard brick after brick of your ab wall, down to your waist, leaving an inch deep canyon of destruction carved through your muscle, blood gushing out the savage gash, your body armor totally sliced open, the cut damaging your mighty muscled core, enough to greatly weaken your strength.

The shock of that brutal assault allowed me to pry your legs off me. My knee was starting to swell, when I threw the knife aside, needing both hands for this, and simply popped the knee back into its joint. The jolt of pain made me scream, but the knee was somewhat usable now, though the pain was immense.

Without missing a beat, while you were still dealing with the shock of having your magnificent muscle carved like a turkey, I pushed up off my good leg, and speared my good knee down into the very pit of your sliced open abs, ripping open the shredded remnants of your body armor to see my prey in all his wounded, bleeding muscled glory, my knee spearing deep and hard into your core, all my weight behind it, using my other leg for balance. I sought to drill into those sliced up, damaged abs, to shatter your flex, and invade past the wall of ab armor that protected your core.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: I enjoyed twisting that leg of yours, slowly pushing it to breaking point till to my surprise you suddenly finished my job while you lunged out with that knife of yours. Since my arms were behind me, supporting my move I had no defense whatsoever. And the Dark Forces knives were also made of the same cutting edge technology as ours. The current version of body armor couldn't fully stop this next generation blade when used at the weak points. A weakness that remained unsolved and why knives were still useful in close combat even armored.

I tried to untangle us so I could get away from it and use my arms to block but it was too late. The knife plunged into my armor, cutting through it and I felt the tip of the blade push into my right pec and you cut down the whole length of my body. I felt my body armor being torn apart and my muscle body being torn open. The pain was...excruciating, even for someone like me who had a high tolerance for it so I screamed...

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: My mind is racing like crazy. I knew I just got hurt badly. My combat armor pulled open, showing off my hard ripped body in it’s fully glory. I let out all my bottled up rage, adrenaline flowing through me, forcing myself to counter immediately or I might be finished.
My hands shot out, one grabbing your wrist, the other just under the elbow and with all my might, biceps bulging to fight against your strength I yanked it down while forcing my legs to rise and stand up, the knife searing further into my body as a result, but my knee hit your knife arm in the middle and to my satisfaction I heard a snap, breaking the bone in your lower arm. I immediately let go and snatched your knife before it fell to the ground and plunged it straight into my next target, the armor seams of your lower abdomen. I cut into them and pulled down, not up, cutting open the plate that protected your privates. Not to my surprise your manhood pushed out the fabrics of your undergarment now it was no longer bottled up behind that layer of hard protection. I knew you were the type that got off on these kinds of fights. So was I.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: I bashed my knee straight into your manhood. Despite all our training and conditioning that still remains one of our weaker physical spots and I made you go down, your face meeting my spinning kick. The power failed on me, my mound seriously limiting the strength I could exert, but it was enough to put you back to the ground.
I immediately dropped myself on you, sitting on your loin, locking your legs with my quads and using the knife to cut open your chest armor, pulling it open so I could see your impressive torso.
Pissed off, I threw away the knife. While I was good with them, they were not my preferred tool of destruction. I clenched my fists and started pounding your abs. Fast furious blows with all the might of my arms. I felt your iron hard bricks resist but I kept on the pressure rocking your body blow for blow forcing you to focus on taking my raging onslaught till my fist broke your wall and pushed in deep, forcing some air out of you. I smiled and used that moment to reach into a pocket put on some steel knuckles. The ends are made of short but sharp tips. And I launched another barrage into your abs. This time not only bashing them, but the sharp tips digging into your muscle tissue turning your tough abs wall into a shredded bloody mess destroying your wall completely.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: While I enjoyed that raging outburst, feeling my rod throb with excitement, I did feel I was getting to start lightheaded and I realized I was starting to lose a lot of blood. Too much. So the smart part of my brain stopped my onslaught of your core and I rose up and screamed at you and turned away and took some steps away from you. Quickly unclasping the belt around my waist, which also undid my own manhood protection, showing me my own was as hard as yours.
I grabbed into the pockets of my belt and pulled out a small package which I ripped open and sprayed out the gel onto my long cut. The newest invention of the med lab. The gel acted like a bandaid, preventing further blood loss. But it was only a temporary fix so I would soon need some real medical care to treat my wounds. Once finished I turned back around, clouds having moved away, the full moon striking the snow, which reflected the light, bathing us into a dim light. Showing me standing tall, a nasty gash over my bloodied and sweaty torso. Breathing deeply gathering what strength I have left preparing myself to take you out. Then the last of your men at the building. And then I will drag you to a hidden place I prepared specially for you. Not even the Freedom Force will find you there.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Before I had a chance to pull the knife free from your body, while I was kneeling on your abs, you struck back. Suddenly, your rapid movements, your well trained reactions, your incredible will power, perhaps rivaling even my own, explodes into action. Your knee shot up, my knife arm was pulled down, and there was a CRACKKKKKK as my forearm broke. I let out a gargle of pain, the shock even temporarily overwhelming my demon of destruction, my eyes glazing over as I fought to deal with the pain. Seizing my knife, there was no hiding my aroused state when you sliced away the crotch of my armor, and exposed my mantool, dripping and hard. You smashed me in my orbs, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I gurgled in that age-old agony, the roiling guts that every man knows and fears. I rode the pain as best I could as you smashed your boot into my face. It was a weak kick, your power compromised, but enough to smash my stunned form to the ground.

The next thing I realize, my own body armor is cut clean through, and my own magnificent array of battle-hardened muscle is at your mercy. I'm on the ground, looking up at you in shock. No one... NO ONE has ever manhandled me this way.

But you are. You are magnificent, the massive cut marring your body, blood dripping down the expanse of steel-cut, rock-hard, combat forged muscle, enhancing its beauty. Your rage is delightful. Even now, in the midst of my shock and agony, I drink it up. And your manhood is clearly bulging, you might be my enemy, but you and I drink from the same well.

Your fists smash into my ab wall. It is mighty, strong, hard as steel, but it is also damaged from your opening knee. And so despite my very best efforts, as smash after smash unleashes it's destructive force to my mighty abs, they begin to weaken, then crumble, then something no one else has ever achieved ... my ab wall shatters, and you gut me deep with your fist. The pain, the humiliation, the destruction is savage and total as I gasp and choke from the savage assault, my core destroyed.

When you then switched, and begin assaulting me with those spiked knuckles, the pain grew to unimaginable levels as you shattered my destroyed abs, turning them into something like hamburger meat, leaking blood, the impact of those strikes ripping through my core, doing deep internal damage, as more blood sprayed out of my mouth. I was hurt, badly hurt. Then, you stood up for some reason. That would be your final mistake. Not finishing me when you had the chance. For contrary to appearances, I was not finished. You applied that healing gel to your cut, turning your back to me, your own manhood was now exposed, stiff and hard in the moonlit snow. Such beauty. Such a man of power and strength, such might, such an unconquered will. My demon rose up, lusting for blood. And so, despite my shattered core and my many internal injuries I rose to my feet, my knee throbbing, my left forearm broken, my face a bloody mess, my core shattered, but the strength of my body was not yet broken.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I stood, watching as you began to turn, taking in your powerful stance of pride, your stance was the stance of a hero, a conquering hero who has defeated his foe, standing, muscles gleaming, harder than steel, an unbreakable force.

That was when I unleashed a spinning back kick before you had even finished turning to face me, my hurt knee screaming in protest, but I ignored it, and forced my body to obey my will, my kick catching you completely off guard, my heavy combat boot blasting you in your side, right into those broken ribs, turning cracked ribs into shattered ribs, my boot penetrating your muscled left side with unbelievable force and expert technique, unleashing a shockwave that will not only shatter your core from the inside out, but rupture your internal organs.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: After that blow was landed, I charged forward, and seized your right wrist with my right hand, twisting your wrist expertly, locking out your elbow and smashing you down chest first to the snow while you dealt with the after effects of having most of your ribs shattered and your internal organs ruptured. I lifted my boot and stomped down hard onto your locked out right arm, shattering your arm instantly, breaking it at the elbow so that your entire muscle-packed, steel hard right arm bends backwards at the elbow the wrong way, it was ruined. Savagely ruined.

Then, I kneel down, and hook your good arm, your left arm, under my armpit, maneuvering you to your side. I jam my knee into your shattered side, grinding into your broken ribs with ruthless delight, my demon of destruction howling in joy. Then, I hooked your left leg in the crook of my elbow, my broken left forearm useless, so I improvise. The pain is off the charts, but I am feeding off it, using my own pain to fuel my brutality and thirst for destruction. I know I am badly injured, and I know my strength will give out soon, especially considering my shattered core and the many internal injuries that caused, blood continued to leak out of my mouth in a stream even as I set up your destruction.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, with a roar, I pulled back on your left leg, I pulled back on your left arm, your shattered right arm useless beneath you. As I pulled, I began to bend your powerful body in half, putting more and more pressure on your spine. I screamed, every vein standing out on my steel-muscled frame, digging into the very dregs of my power to break you, to bend you over my knee, to pulverize your shattered ribs and your very core into gore, to bend you so far in half that I shatter your spine, leaving you alive, but a cripple, at my mercy.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: While I used the time to patch up my body some you used that same time to get back into action. You were tough. I understood now fully why James wasn’t sure he would be able to handle you. In our spars I pushed him hard and we both loved it. But you were in the same league. Despite everything you would not stay down like a normal man would.

I was barely ready when that kick of yours already came, hitting my cracked ribs, breaking them fully. Pain flowing over me while I no longer had the strength to suppress my growls and cries so I let it all out. Or tried because instead I coughed up blood and I knew that some bones must have punctured some organs of mine. I might not be a medical expert but I knew I would need one soon. Real soon. This fight needed to end now! Unfortunately my stance was so unstable I was quickly taken down. My right arm twisted and then shattered by your powerful stomp on it. I didn’t even scream any more. Focusing to much on keeping my body and mind from fading out while at the same time racking my mind on how to counter this. I still had my legs. And I had already shown you they were more than able to take you down. I just needed to get up and get some hits into your mashed up core and then wrap them around your neck, squeeze so hard your head would pop off. Or snap.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: But you were on a savage run. I could see your contorted face fighting back the pain you are suffering from your broken arm and destroyed core. Inwardly giving me a smile at how mangled they look. But at the same time those eyes were burning with rage and bloodlust. You were loving this fight. As was I despite my difficult position.

Before I managed to use my left arm to push myself up you grab it and my leg and press your knee into my shattered ribs, both trapped, paralyzing me at the same time. I was stuck in your hold. The pain is massive. Pushing the limits of my high threshold. Trying to come up with some way to break free. But one arm and leg is trapped. The other arm broken, unusable, could not even move my fingers meaning the nerves must have taken a hit. Only one leg free. I tried to kick it backwards at you, but the heel of my combat booth barely reached you. the weak hitting is useless even in your current state. And all the while you increased the pressure on my broken bones, bending my spine.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: I fought back, flexing my abs. Strong as they are and should have proven to be a true challenge for you, that fucking open wound over them worked against me. The gel cracking, blood flowing again while my abs couldn’t flex to their impressive strength to counter your pull. I did not make it easy for you, struggling on for minutes, fighting against your pull while biting through the pain and coughs of blood, blood drops flying on my rock hard rod leaking pre unabated.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: But slowly I felt my body being pulled backwards, the knee pressing harder and harder against my spine till the inevitable happened. My spine snapped and immediately lost any sense and control of my legs. And the skull shattering pain that flashed over my spine into my brain was too much for my body to handle. My body went into shock and I gasped hard and against my raging will I felt my eyes getting heavier and heavier, slowly closing till I was out and my battered and sliced body went totally limp in your hold.
My last thought being ‘Sorry James. I failed you…’ That thought hurt more than anything else.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: As I began to bend your ravaged body across my knee, you fought me, and fought me hard, and relentlessly, despite the overwhelming damage, you fight me with every breath, with every single muscle in your body. This is now a battle not only of strength, but of will. I am a beast ... a demon of destruction, but I am only human. And my body, in its adrenaline fueled rage, has been writing checks that my body can't cash. And now it is beginning to catch up with me. I am injured. Savagely. My forearm is broken, my face is a broken, bloody mess. My knee is swollen, badly wounded. And my abs... the very center of all my physical strength, has been decimated beyond belief, my prized abs sliced and cut like raw hamburger, I could not flex my core right now if my life depended on it.

On top of that, your savage and brutal beating of my core has caused me substantial internal injuries, I am constantly spitting up blood. And as the battle to bend you further and further goes on, the extreme damage to my body begins to catch up with me, until every moment I continue pulling you further back resembles climbing mount Everest. It is, almost, a battle I lose. Despite my deep will to conquer, my thirst for destruction and domination, my body began to falter, trembling violently, until I was no longer certain how much longer I could continue pulling you. Until, suddenly, I realized that your resistance was finally beginning to slacken. I rallied myself for one final effort ... with a low groaning moan of desperate power, and then ....

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Your spine broke. I had done it. I defeated you. Never have I faced an enemy who pushed me so hard. Not even James. But you had. I let myself just fall back into the snow. My cock pointed straight up towards the sky, a drip of pre-cum glistening on the tip, my balls ached for release. And release I would have. First, I tended to myself as best I could, I had pushed myself to exhaustion, and needed medical attention, but that would have to wait. I found a medical kit off a butchered Freedom Force medic. There were a few of my men who had survived, but they were all wounded, and unable to help me. The medkit had everything I needed. I washed my abs with alcohol, letting out a loud scream as the liquid seared my bloody flesh. Then, wrapped my torso tight with bandages, wincing in pain. I gave the same treatment to my face. Then, with a grimace of agony, I set my broken forearm and applied a splint, so I had some use of my left hand. Finally, I braced my knee with a compression bandage to give it support. The internal injuries, for those... I took a shot of morphine and battlefield adrenaline for pep. Then, I grabbed you. Laboring hard, every single movement I made was accompanied by the pain from the damage you had inflicted upon me, I grabbed your ankle, and dragged your body across the snow towards the entry hall of the lab. There was a small lobby that was not secured, the main door into the lab was secured beyond that. In the lobby, I examined you, sadistically nudging you, to see the weird motion of your broken back.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: The sight made me even harder. I played a bit with your broken arm, bending it backwards against the joint in delight at the damage to your body. You were one of the most perfect physical specimens, every inch covered in steel-hard, battle-forged muscle as though it were chiseled from stone. And to see such perfection so savagely marred was for me like an artist admiring his masterpiece. I did use some of the Freedom Force gel to reseal the thick cut, because you were no good to me dead. One remarkable thing was that your cock remained hard the entire time. Remarkable. The damage to your spine then likely only affected your legs, and your cock, balls and ass were still capable of sensation. That pleased me greatly. Now, it was time to wake you up. From the medkit, I took out a shot of battlefield adrenalin, enough to wake the dead, then I grabbed your left arm, your only remaining usable limb, and locking out your wrist, and twisting the perfection of that massive, arm with its cannonball thick bicep, so your elbow was pointed up, I planted my boot on your elbow, then injected you with the battlefield adrenaline shot. As soon as your eyelids started to flutter, I STOMPED on your elbow, breaking it as savagely and ruthlessly as I had your right arm, rendering you an utter cripple. I smiled, grinning down at you, “Did you enjoy your little nap?”

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: Darkness. I was so out, I did not even dream. Till suddenly a foul smell forced my eyes to open. heavy, so heavy… till another spike of pain pierced my body. My eyes wide open now and I see your bandaged face. My eyes darted around and I noticed I was in the lobby, my wounds treated some, though the sharpest throbbing pain came from my left arm. The only limb that was still unbroken, not twisted in a wrong angle. I tried to sit up but realized that the snap on my spine was permanent. Maybe an expert could fix me, but right now my mind is stuck in this useless body.
I know in what situation I am and since we are here, that means my men have lost the fight. Still I came up with one plan to deny you access to the armored elevator that would lead down to the lab... My death.

So I closed my eyes some, making it look like I was going to pass out again. Considering my condition and your need to get the info out of me you have no choice but to to come closer to make sure I wasn't going to drop dead.

Your head moved closer and closer till I judged it close enough and I suddenly launched my head to you headbutting your broken nose, making sure you feel a burst of pain, distracting you while my face slides past you and my mouth opens up and then my teeth snap shut around your ear and I start to bite hard, my mouth filling with your blood while I use what strength I have left in my upper body to riiip it of you. I spit out the remains to the ground and my bloody mouth smiles viciously.

I am going to enjoy fucking you up with what little I have. Hoping to push your rage over the edge so you would kill me on the spot, denying you access to the lab.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I drank in the agony and pain on your face as you woke up to a hell unlike anything you had experienced. Your powerful muscle, your incredible combat-forged body, your mightiest weapon, broken, shattered, leaving you trapped and helpless within a broken mass of muscle. But then, your eyes close, and you begin to pass out. I snarl in rage, I wasn't ready for you to die, not yet. I bend down to check on you, when suddenly you strike like a viper, headbutting in my broken nose. A scream of rage and agony rips from my throat as savage, mind numbing pain stabs into my skull, blood spraying out all over your face. I crumple next to you, stunned by the agony, when your teeth suddenly latch onto my ear. I let out a scream again as you bite my ear, I thrash wildly, but you don't let ago, until there is a sickening RIPPPPPPP of tearing flesh and searing pain as you bite about half of my ear off. I finally stagger back, feeling the gory wound streaming blood down my face, feeling the shape of my now deformed ear.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: A killing rage consumed me, blinding me, flooding me. I grabbed my combat knife, holding it in my hand, wanting his death, wanting to bathe in his blood. But, at the last second, some part of my rational mind intervened. If I killed him, then my chances at retrieving the serum died with him. With an enormous act of will, I deflected my plunging blade, so instead of stabbing him in the throat, the blade instead stabbed him in his ear, piercing it, plunging with such force the tip digs into the wooden floor beneath.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I stand up then, chest heaving. I cock my boot, and kick you in your jaw with sickening force, the steel toe of my boot smashing into your handsome jaw, snapping your head to the side, and ripping half your ear off, the other half quivering, impaled by my blade. The violence and damage satisfies my demon, and I gain control of my killing rage, staring down at you, straddling your broken body. "So, Steel Angel is it? At least, that is the cute little name James had written on the back of your photo. It was so touching. He kept that photo in the breast pocket of his uniform, right over his heart. You know, I have a great idea. How about I tell you a story … It's a good story… the story of how I defeated, raped, castrated, and finally killed Lt. James McDonnell? Did you know he screamed for mercy at the end? And to make it even better, the story even comes with pictures.”

I reach into my pocket and take out my phone. I always record my fights when I can, so I can savor the defeat of my enemies. I had set up my phone to record the entire battle before I started my fight with James. I spit down in your face, my eyes like steel swords piercing yours. “Would you like to see, Steel Angel?”

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: I saw that rage bursting out and I knew you had lost control. My last thoughts lingering around my love of my life, my eyes staring defiant at you while smiling. I didn't have a deathwish, but to deny you the prize will be a consolation I treasure with my last breath.
But to my ire you manage to overcome yourself and plant the knife in my ear and rip it off. I feel the blood gushing along my head, but don't give you the satisfaction of a cry of pain. Slowly rising up again in a sitting position, my slashed abs objecting against this, but I manage to sit back up and stare at you. Then...then you show me just how sick of a psycho you are. You record your battles? And more. I enjoy a good fight, don't mind a beating, but even I am not that twisted.
And then you pierce my heart with those words of James. Ignoring your spit, my thoughts racing hard. I did try to find out what happened to him, but his file was deemed classified. Even me threatening some pencil pushers and punching our commander KO when he refused my 'request' didn't change that. The best I got was a redacted copy of a copy. It is why I got myself here. I was going to take the serum and then hunt you down. Wish granted. And...I...I... fuck I need to know.
And my eyes darted away from yours and burned straight into the phone.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I chuckle sadistically as I read your expression like an open book. I had hooked you. Now, to fuck with your mind, to fuck with your will, to unbalance you and put you off your game, to shatter your dignity and self-confidence. "First, let's find a comfortable viewing position, shall we?" I reach down and though every movement causes pain to spike through my busted body, I haul you up, and drape you over a chair so your ass is wide open, your legs dangling on one side of the chair, your head draped over the other end, facing the floor. Then, I reach down into my belt, and pull out my stun baton, the one I tried to use on you before.

"I want you in the right mood to enjoy this." You can't see what I'm doing, but soon that doesn't matter, you will feel it. I place the tip of the baton against your asshole, sadistically forcing it a few inches in, then backing off, lifting my boot, and SLAMMING the heel of my boot against the handle of the baton, DRIVING it up your ass, ripping, tearing and shredding your ass brutally as the baton sinks in about a foot deep up your ass.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: You got the hint. Rather obvious all in all. But of course I knew you just wouldn't tell me. If a fraction of the rumours are true you are fucked up in your mind. And seeing you I believed them all.
So when you spread me out on the chair with my ass out I knew something was coming. From the corner of my eyes I saw that batton. I tried to squeeze my glutes but my broken spine made them unresponsive and numb. To my dismay that numbness did not extend to my ass. I felt you pushing it in. I kept my mouth shut, not reacting to this violation. Not going to give you that satisfaction. But then you stomped it in. I felt the batton forced in me, sliding and pushing. My eyes widened some but I managed to press down the cry you so longed for, ending with a muffled grump.
The only thing I could not suppress or hide was my cock stirring. When unconscious it had shrunk some. Now it was pleased and growing back to its 9 inch size when your batton had brushed my sweet spot while devastating my ass. The one only James was allowed to touch.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I wiggle the stun baton up your ass, adjusting it, using the reaction of your twitching cock, which I see is utterly rock hard, to put the emitter directly against your prostate.

I reach forward and hook your bearded chin as you lay draped over the chair, planting my knee on your tailbone, just below the break in your spine, pulling you back to a nearly upright position. Trying a move like this on someone would break their back... but in your case, that's not a problem. The extreme torque does rip and tear all kinds of muscles in your powerful core, and it does hurt immensely, but that just enhances my pleasure. I reach around and hold my phone out in front of your eyes, about a foot or so away.

Then, I hit play. I'd prepped the scene, and there are two of us fighting on a flat roofed structure, it's me and James. The phone is down on the ground, looking up, giving a good view of the battle, we are both bruised and battered, but James is the worst for wear. His left arm is hanging limp at his side, blood streaming down it. He looks tired, and his shirt has been ripped off. His thick muscled body has been stabbed at some point, and blood is leaking down his chiseled abs, but he keeps fighting. I'm covered in bruises, my face is bloodied, and there is a long knife cut down the front of my bare torso, but I have a grin on my face. Suddenly, one of James's punches missed, he threw it just a bit too hard, and when I slipped the punch, he staggered a bit forward, no doubt his precision and technique suffering from pain, damage to his muscle, and exhaustion. While he's off balance, my punch rockets forward, smashing him in the throat. His hands instinctively grab his throat as he staggers back, towards the edge of the roof.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: Then, you see me use the same spinning back kick I used to shatter your ribs, on your lover, James. My boot smashes into his rock solid core, his body caves in, my boot invading and devastating his thick muscle, then, he blasts backwards, flung off the roof, dropping ten feet to the solid stone plaza below with a sickening crunch. At that same moment, when I fling James off the roof, as he hits the plaza, I activate the stun baton with my knee! A savage jolt of high voltage electricity SEARS into your prostate.

I was counting on the same technique that farmers use to shock the cum out of prize bulls, by sticking electrified rods up their ass and stimulating their prostates, to work on you. It was a savage form of male rape, to rip control of a man's ability to cum away from him.

I had used this technique before, on some very tough men. It shatters a man's dignity, his self-confidence, and erodes his will. I was counting on the fact that I was essentially raping the cum out of your balls while making you watch your lover get trashed would have an even greater effect on your pysche. Let's see if I was right.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: I got grabbed by the hair, pulled up, bent beyond what a back would allow, but since my spine was broken, nothing prevented you from going beyond that point. I tried to resist, but I was exhausted and my core was in bad shape, unable to win that struggle, the pain clearly visible on my face, which you no doubt delight in.

Then you put the phone in front of me and press play... And my heart skipped a beat. 'James' I thought. And I was forced to see the battle how you were overtaking him, slowly destroying him, enjoying his destruction every moment. The wounds you had received from him barely slowed you down. I tried to fight it but failed to suppress a tear from dropping my face. I know I am not the most social guy and I can be nasty in a fight, even with my comrades during training. But James... even his image could pierce through that reinforced steel wall I carry around me and find my soft spot. Only when he was around did I drop my guard. Seeing him being beaten so brutally did go through. I thought I would be able to resist it, guard my weakness, but I didn't.
And then that kick hit him, my body joining in, pain erupting from the same spot on my body and then I saw him fall and... PAIN wrecking my body, my insides, my mind realizing you had switched on the batton. Electricity coursing through my body during those few seconds where James was falling and then at the same time his body hit the ground with that crunching sound, I lost control and my rod blasted rope after rope of cum, creaming the chair, drops flying around and pleasure flowing through me hitting my mind and I my mouth opened and moaned with pleasure. At the moment I saw my lover broken on that plaza I experienced pleasure where I should feel intense sorrow. It...It..It was wrong! And your laughter... And those of your 5 men watching the entire show...No...
for a few moments more I moaned and my body pushed out the last of my cum. Once done I fell limp in your hold. Tired. So tired.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: But when you twisted my head to see into my eyes, you still saw defiance, me whispering "ggg...Go...Ffff...fuck yourself."

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: The rest of my men file in, having patched themselves up, I nodded at them, and they arranged themselves in front of you in a semi circle, craning their heads to see the show. They grinned, and watched as James was brutally kicked off the roof to crash to the floor. My own cock nearly shot its load when the Steel Angel exploded in reaction to the electric stimulation right up his ass. It was a thing of beauty, the seed from this broken soldier, the toughest opponent I have ever fought, a paragon of muscle, power, and toughness. To rape the seed of such a man, to fuck not only his body, but his mind, was orgasmic itself!

As soon as the cum stopped spraying, I twisted his head, and to my delight, there was yet more defiance. Your words of defiance made my cock even harder. I whispered back in a tone harder than steel, "No. I'm going to fuck you. Your body. Your mind. Your will. You see, Steel Angel, you are going to tell me the code to that door." Then, I twist your head back again, and hold up the phone. I hit play, and some of the soldiers have taken out their own cocks, and begin stroking them in excitement. They are from my elite squad. They've all helped me break heros before. They know how to play this game. It's one they enjoy. On the screen, you see me standing there on the roof looking down at James. His body is laid out on the street, on his back looking up. Blood is dripping out of his mouth, and it's clear that the fall broke things inside him. He tries to raise his head, to sit up. And then, I jump off the roof, a distance of about 10 feet, and land with my boots first drilling powerfully into his abs. The impact is .... terrific.

My boots instantly crush what strength is left in his powerfully impressive core, smashing through muscle and ribs with so much force that my boots compact his core to trash. He lets out a high pitched scream of utter pain and agony, vast amounts of blood spraying out of his mouth from the savage wound. And then, I knee the knob on the baton in your ass, and more electricity ZAAAPS out to blast your prostate for another milking. One of the soldiers, so turned on by your suffering, and the suffering of your dead lover, erupts, coating your face with his cum.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: Your phone had not yet shown everything. While you forced me to watch how you crashed on my beloved, destroying his insides in the process, your few men seemed to get high on your show. And when I saw him throw up pieces of his insides part of me seemed to die too. My face is one of horror, no longer holding back the tears. Which only made your little troupe hornier till one of them couldn't hold it back and shot his load at the same time as you electrocuted me again. My mouth opens and his cum flies in. As a reflex I close my mouth and swallow it, making him high five his buddies. While at the same time the electroshocks forcing my rod to spasm, demanding more, my balls squeezing every single drop it could. a measly drizzle falling out. I nearly lost consciousness. Only you pushing some quick salt under my nose and digging your fingers into my cut chest forced me to stay awake.
I was only half awake, drooling, my mind drifting, thinking of James. mumbling his names incoherently.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I lean down, after having to wake you up again. "Oh no, no sleeping on the job Steel Angel. Not for you. You don't want to miss the grand finale do you?" The men are grinning as I reposition myself and hit play. The video has advanced quite a bit, and James is barely recognizable now. He's hanging from a ceiling by his wrists, dangling like a piñata, his toes just able to scrape the floor. He's been reduced from the toughest, most powerful, most respected, Commando in Freedom Force to a quivering wreck. His body is covered with cuts and burns, savage ones. He’d clearly been brutally tortured. He's shaking constantly, blood continuing to stream out of his mouth. But it's the look in his eyes that is the most profound shift. They are the eyes of a nearly shattered man, holding onto his sanity and will by a thread. His confidence, his power, his strength, all a distant memory.

Then, I come into the picture, walking up behind him. In one hand, I have a vise, something like this.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I attach it to his balls, and then screw it tight, until he screams. Then, I come up behind him, leaving the vise to dangle off his balls. I ram my rock hard cock up his ass, and drill him brutally, fucking him savagely. Pain, shame, humiliation, fear are mirrored in James's face as I use him as a sex object. Occasionally, I reach around and tighten the vise, and he screams louder. His balls are so savagely crushed now, that they are bulging horrifically, and blood vessels are starting to burst on his ball sac. Then, eventually, it happens, and ... Lt. James McDonnel breaks. He suddenly screams out, tears falling down his face, "PLEASEEEE STOP... I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE... WHAT DO YOU WANT... I'LL DO ANYTHING... MAKE IT STOP.." My knee touches the knob on the electric prod right then, while in the video, I tighten the vise one more time... and there is a sickening popping noise as his nuts collapse into ruin, crushed to dog meat, as his dick suddenly erupts with bloody cum. He screams, his balls ruined as I erupt in his ass.

I didn't need him now, I'd already figured out that Dr. Jeff Powers was here. This was just for entertainment. Finally, I step away from him, his ass leaking with cum, all caught on camera. Then, I take a sword, and casually impale him, running him through his heart. He's dead in seconds. The video stops, as I speak up. "Your lover was considered the toughest Freedom Force Commando ever to take the field against us. He was unbeaten, until he met me. He died a broken man, ready to do anything I wanted. And then I killed him. Do you really think you can do better than your lover? I'm so going to enjoy breaking you, Steel Angel."

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: Again I was forced to watch your phone. I had wanted to know what happened, fearing it would be brutal. But this... This is the reason why the Dark Order needed to be stopped. They don't care about Humanity. just Power and themselves. They will ruin the world and not even look back. And still I could not turn away my eyes, my own mind forcing me to watch you hang him, and started to squeeze his balls. The same ones I had grabbed many times and played with, even hard, but he took it all. You took it even further. And then you raped him. the love of my life taken against his will till I saw it in his eyes... The moment he gave up and started begging you. And then to hear you didn't even need the intel. you knew it all... I felt my mind retreat even deeper into the well of despair.
Only for you to end him with the thrust of a sword. The video stops and for a few moments I was totally silent while you monologued against me. I did not listen to your words. My mind raced, trying to come up with an answer, which finally came. I screamed aloud. pain, rage, sorrow, despair... All that was bottled into me came out. My head turning to you, my eyes blazing, my mouth trying to reach your throat. I so wanted to bite it, chew it, make you suffer. but my broken body remained in it's place. And my tantrum ceased quickly for I had no more energy to spent. Even with the meds I felt so tired. And I just wanted it to end.

10:23 The_Iron_Mercenary: I gazed into your eyes, seeing the despair turn into that final savage burst of rage... and then, nothing. He was almost ready. I removed the stun baton from your ass, then kicked you off the chair, sending you crashing down to the floor in a heap of broken muscle. I rolled you over onto your back, and I snapped my fingers. One of my men knew exactly what that meant. Then, I rolled your broken body up into a tight ball, and worked my cock free of my trousers, as I knelt behind you. My cock was rock hard, dripping with pre-cum.

I looked down into your eyes, then with your worthless legs draped over my shoulders, I plunged my cock deep into your ass. It was nice and loose after being raped by the stun baton. I drilled it hard and tight, enjoying the sensation of raping you more than even I enjoyed James. My dick plumbed the depths of your conquered ass, my one hand feeling up the muscle that once was so powerful. I pressed against your broken ribs, I played with your ruined arms, I dug my finger into the massive cut marring your muscled chest and pecs. And then I spoke. "I'll make you a deal, Steel Angel. You tell me that code, and I kill you. It's what you want now. It's all you want, I can see it in your eyes. You don't tell me the code, and I will keep you alive as a cripple for the rest of your days. You will never be allowed to regain the use of your arms or your legs. You will become nothing but a sex toy for the Dark Order troops. But you will receive the very best medical attention that money can buy to ensure you have a long life. And you will do all of this not as a man, because, I will castrate you now."

Then, one of my troopers placed a combat knife in my hand. The blade of the knife was red hot, it had been heated in a flame. I took this knife, as I fucked you, and placed the searing blade against the base of your cock and balls, the glowing red hot steel of the blade of the knife made and initial slice at the base of your cock and balls.

10:23 The_Steel_Angel: Barely conscious now I suddenly felt my ass being relieved of that baton and then your men moved my body into a ball. My broken and paralyzed limbs are not resisting. some pain shooting but I do not respond to it anymore. Not even when you pushed your cock in me or had that hot knife burning the flesh at my balls I reacted. Only when your words managed to penetrate my skull did I forced my brain to work. I wanted to die. Life without James was nothing to me. And you would deny me that? No!? I have to give him the codes. But I can't. People depend on me. How? How to stop you? Then a thought whispered in my mind. A last ditch attempt to stop you. If I succeed I might be able to make you pay. If not... well then you have won and I won't matter anymore. So slowly I took a deep breath and mumbled something which you didn't hear. I feel your men push the searing knife deeper into the skin of my balls, burning them, but I was too tired to react to it. Still I was forced to speak louder with a hoarse voice.

"B...Biometrics. Eyescan, fingerprints, beating heart...to unlock the elevator. Inside voice command with password. My voice. Then down to the lab."

And this answer pleases you. Finally you got the info you needed. the culmination of your time of just having fun with me. With a nod you give order to the soldier with the knife to put it away. I saw the disappointment in his eyes. The bastard would have loved castrating me. But the final humiliation was not over for while you had the info I did not feel you pulling out of me. On the contrary you started slapping your balls against me, raping my ass with your massive beef. Already gotten horny during the interrogation it didn't take you long to blast your load inside of me, completing the humiliation of my destroyed body. I just took it. Keeping my face plastered with a look of defeat, while deep deep down in my mind I clinged to that one crazy idea. Since I was needed to get you down maybe there will be a chance where I would get that one desperate chance to get the serum. the embers of hope latching on that single strand that bounces around in my mind.

Once you were sated, for now, I am sure you would want more later, your men started to carry me to the elevator and straightened me to the multiple devices next to the armored elevator door. Fingers forcing open my eye, a light scanning it, beeping with a green light. My broken right arm grabbed and its hand slapped against the scanner both checking my fingerprints as measuring my heartbeat which was irregular due to my state. That last part took a while since the device couldn't decide whether my heartbeat was okay or not. After a moment of suspense , it beeps.
Heavy clanks are heard when the multiple locks of the armored door shift and then the door splits in half and both sides open up, revealing the elevator door. Quickly you push on the button and since the elevator was already here the doors opened up, showing a large lavish decorated elevator. We all walked into it, except for me, still carried by some of the soldiers who clearly hated it. They considered me nothing more than a bag of meat, it's worth ending in a few moments.

Then you looked at me and demanded "The Password?". This was it. the moment of no return. I took a deep breath to make sure my voice would be heard by the sound system and spoke "Peekaboo".
Another ping and the doors closed automatically and the elevator started moving downwards.
6 pair of eyes looking at me while you asked incredulously "Peekaboo".
With my last scraps of cheekiness I simply replied: "Would you have guessed it?"

Published: 2022-10-16, viewed 79 times.