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After the events of "Avengers: Endgame," Hope Van Dyne had been looking for a new purpose. She missed her mother, Janet, but knew that she needed to move forward with her life. That's when she thought of Cassie Lang, the daughter of her friend and fellow superhero, Scott Lang (aka Ant-Man).

Hope knew that Cassie had shown interest in becoming a superhero herself, and with Scott's recent retirement from the superhero game, Hope saw an opportunity to pass on her skills and knowledge to the next generation.

She reached out to Scott and asked if Cassie could come and train with her. Scott was hesitant at first, worried about the dangers of the superhero lifestyle. But Hope promised to keep Cassie safe and to teach her everything she knew.

Cassie was thrilled at the opportunity to train with Hope.

Both of them assembled in the training ground in their superhero costumes. As Cassie continued her training with Hope, she began to feel a special bond growing between them.

At first, Cassie was hesitant to bring up her feelings to Hope. She didn't want to make things awkward between them or risk ruining their relationship. But as time went on, she realized that her feelings were too strong to ignore.

One day, as they were taking a break from training, Cassie worked up the courage to speak to Hope about how she was feeling. "Hope, I don't know how to say this, but...I feel like you're my mother," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hope looked at Cassie with surprise, but then a warm smile spread across her face. "Cassie, I may not be your biological mother, but I care for you just as much as if I were. You're like family to me," Hope replied, placing a comforting hand on Cassie's shoulder.

Cassie asked Hope, "Mom, is it okay if I keep calling you 'Mom'? It just feels natural to me."

Hope smiled at Cassie, feeling a sense of warmth and love in her heart. "Of course, Cassie. I love being your mom," she replied, with a soft smile.

Cassie smiled back, feeling a sense of comfort and safety with Hope. But then she paused, and said, "Actually, Mom, can I call you 'Mommy' instead? It feels more personal to me."

Hope's heart swelled with love at Cassie's request. "I would love that, Cassie. 'Mommy' sounds perfect," she said, her voice full of affection.

Cassie asked Hope, "Mommy, do you think it's weird that I call you 'Mommy'? I mean, I'm getting older now, and I don't want other kids to think it's childish or anything."

Hope looked at Cassie with understanding in her eyes. She knew that as Cassie grew older, she would encounter new experiences and challenges. "Cassie, you think a lot, but it's up to you to decide how you want to address me. If 'Mommy' feels too childish or uncomfortable for you, you can call me 'Mom' or whatever you'd like. What's important is that we have a strong bond and respect each other," she replied, placing a comforting hand on Cassie's shoulder.

Days later, As they walked away from a scene after defeating a minotaur, Cassie noticed that Hope was limping slightly and seemed to be favoring one leg. Concerned, she spoke up.

"Mommy, are you okay? Did the Minotaur hurt you?"

Hope suddenly flinched and stumbled a bit. Cassie quickly grabbed onto her to prevent her from falling.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Cassie asked, looking at her mother with concern.

Hope grimaced in pain and pointed to her torn suit at her thigh, revealing a small bite mark on her thigh. Cassie recognized it as the bite of a venomous snake.

"Mom, we need to get you help right away," Cassie said, feeling her heart race with worry.

Hope looked at Cassie and said, "Cassie, I need you to listen carefully. This is a rare and dangerous situation, and the only way to save my life is for you to suck the poison out."

Cassie hesitantly asked, "yes, anything for you. But Mommy, you need to undress."

Hope in pain, moaned, "Do it."

Cassie zips down Hope's suit revealing a pink bra cupping her round breasts. Cassie, trying not to be distracted, quickly got Hope out of her suit.

Her eyes lingered at Hope's curvaceous and toned body.

Cassie carefully analysed full extent of the snake bite on her thigh. But Hope's pink panty was a huge distraction. The shape of her fluffy pussy was too delicious to ignore.

Hope asked, "what do you see, Hope?"

Cassie replied embarrassingly, "nothing, mommy."

Cassie got back to the wound. The wound was deep, and there was a noticeable discoloration around the bite site, indicating the spread of the venom.

Hope winced in pain as Cassie inspected the wound, and she realized that they needed to act fast to prevent any further complications.

Cassie knew what she had to do, but the thought of sucking out the venom with her mouth made her queasy.

Hope's life was on the line, and there was no time to waste. Without hesitation, Cassie leaned in and sucked the venom out of Hope's wound. Cassie's pink lips speedily sucking Hope's thick thigh.

Hope winced in pain, but Cassie kept going, knowing that this was their only chance to save her. She sucked out as much venom as she could before spitting it out onto the ground.

Cassie, entranced by thickness of Hope's thigh, began to lick it passionately.

Hope felt a little uneasy, "Cassie?"

Cassie sits up, "Mommy, let me."

Cassie said, blushing, "Mommy, sorry for the drool. But it does look glossy."

Hope chuckled softly at Cassie's comment, grateful for the lighthearted moment in the midst of such a scary experience.

"Don't worry about the drool, Cassie. You did what you had to do to save my life," Hope said, ruffling Cassie's hair affectionately.

Hope now felt too exposed in front of Cassie, "Will you help me up?"

Cassie said, eyeing her bra strap going down to her curvy breast, "Not until your wound is healed and it won't take much time."

Hope said, "But I am like this."

Cassie comfortably put her hand on Hope's shoulder, "it's me, mommy. There's no one. I am a grown woman. I can feel you "

Hope playfully pinched Cassie's cheek and said, "And don't forget, you're still my little girl, even if you're growing up so fast."

Cassie giggled and tried to swat her mother's hand away. "Mommy, stop it!" she protested, still laughing.

Hope chuckled and ruffled Cassie's hair. "Alright, alright. I'll stop," she said, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Cassie and Hope were silent. Cassie couldn't help but steal glances at Hope's long legs.

Cassie blurted out, "Mommy, your thighs are perfectly thick and beautiful."

Hope raised her eyebrow, "What?"

Cassie assured her, "Not like that, mommy. I just think mine are slimmer."

Hope looked at Cassie's thighs and smiles. "They're beautiful, Cassie," she says. "But remember, your worth isn't defined by your body. You're smart, kind, and brave, and those are the things that matter the most."

Cassie's eyes were fixated on Hope's thigh, like she was gonna devour them.

Hope, noticing Cassie's eyes, said, "I should probably dress up. Feel better now."

Cassie interrupted her, "A proper massage is necessary to make sure the wound heals completely."

Hope eyed her, "This isn't an excuse to touch my thigh, right?"

Cassie clarified, "I am not a lesbian, mommy. Even if I was, you are my mother."

Cassie's mind was so excited to finally get her hands on Hope again, that she immediately jumped into it.

Cassie starts to gently massage Hope's thigh, her fingers aching to touch Hope's pink panty just once. But she couldn't cross a line or Hope would never talk to her.

"How does it feel?" Cassie asks softly.

Hope closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It's still a little tender," she said. "But your touch helps."

Cassie continued to massage the scar, feeling the tension slowly ease from Hope's muscles.

Then Cassie began to squeeze Hope's thigh softly, she could feel her own heart rate increase. She didn't want to let go, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

Hope knew where this was going. Hope said in a commanding voice, "Cassie, No."

Cassie quickly released her grip.

Hope looked at Cassie, a mix of emotions in her eyes. Cassie could sense the tension between them, and she felt a little embarrassed at her own behavior.

She tried to act casual, "Better, Mommy?"

Hope remained silent. Cassie knew that she made Hope uncomfortable. But she was filled with lust, so now her eyes caught the attention of Hope's pink juicy lips.

Cassie wanted to say something. It would be crossing a line. But she was ready to go beyond anything.

Cassie hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "I want to kiss you, Mommy."

Hope's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Whaaaat?"

Cassie took another deep breath. "I don't know. I've been feeling this way for a while now, and I just couldn't keep it inside anymore."

Hope looked at Cassie with a mix of confusion and concern. "Cassie, I don't think that's a good idea. We're family, and it wouldn't be right."

Cassie pleaded, "I've never had a touch of a woman. And someone mighty and beautiful like you would be a dream come true."

Cassie's finger inched toward Hope's thigh, tracing it.

Hope stood up, "Cassie, no. We better get going."

Hope collected her her suit before things got out of hand.

Cassie begged, clutching Hope's ankles, "Mommy, please."

Hope couldn't look at Cassie's state, "I don't think we would like that. It would result in regret."

Cassie began to weep. Hope knew what Cassie demanded was wrong. But what kind of mother she would be, if she let her daughter cry. Hope didn't put on her suit. Kept it aside.

Hope asked, "happy?"

Cassie stressed on it, "Mommmmyyyy."

Cassie stood up, looking deep in Hope's eyes. Cassie moved closer. Hope gave a soft peck on Cassie's lips, " I think this much is good."

Cassie whined, "Mommy, I want more."

Cassie ran her fingers around Hope's belly button, finally putting her finger deep inside. Hope let out a soft moan.

Hope couldn't deny the arousal she was getting, "Cassie, you should stop. I just kissed you. We should--"

Cassie went for another kiss, rough and passionate. Cassie's hand snaked around to the back of Hope's neck, pulling her in closer as she deepened the kiss. Cassie's tongue entered Hope's mouth and began to go in and out, like tongue-fucking her.

Finally, Hope pulled apart, her lips swollen and red from the intensity of their kiss.

Hope removed Cassie's fingers off her body. Cassie thought she just made Hope mad, but then Hope bit her own lips.

Hope, just for the sake of Cassie, inched forward, Cassie could feel her warm breath on her neck. She shivered with anticipation, feeling her heart rate quicken.

Hope gently ran her fingers through Cassie's hair and leaned in to kiss her neck. Cassie let out a soft moan, feeling a rush of desire course through her body. She turned her head slightly, offering more access to her neck.

Hope continued to kiss and nibble on Cassie's neck, sending shivers down her spine. Cassie could feel her body responding, her nipples hardening and a throbbing between her legs. She moved her hands to Hope's waist, pulling her closer.

Cassie whispered, "Mommy, I don't like my suit."

Hope's fingers traced the edge of Cassie's suit, pulling it down slowly, reveling in the anticipation of seeing Cassie's naked body. As the suit slipped away, Cassie's petite, naked form was revealed to her.

Hope's eyes wandered over Cassie's body, taking in every inch of her, from the curve of her hips to the softness of her breasts. She could feel a familiar ache building within her as she gazed at Cassie, her desire for the girl growing stronger with each passing moment.

Hope asked in shock, "no undergarments?"

Cassie gulped and nodded.

Hope's lips trailed down Cassie's neck and collarbone, her hands gently cupped Cassie's breasts, feeling their softness and warmth.

Cassie moaned louder, arching her back to press her breasts into Hope's hands. Hope squeezed them gently, feeling their weight in her palms, and then trailed her fingers down to Cassie's nipples. She began to rub them softly.

Cassie wrapped her arms around Hope's neck, pulling her closer as she continued to moan.

"Oh, Mommy," Cassie moaned softly, her fingers running through Hope's hair as she arched her back.

Hope kissed her way down to Cassie's breasts, taking one nipple into her mouth and sucking gently. Cassie gasped at the sensation, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Mommy" she whimpered, "that feels so good."

Hope continued to alternate between kissing and sucking on Cassie's breasts, her hands moving down to caress her stomach and hips. With a gentle grip, she pulled Cassie closer, grinding their bodies together.

"Oh god," Cassie moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt Hope's hands squeezing her hips.

"You like that?" Hope whispered, her lips still teasing Cassie's nipple.

Hope's face went down and reached the swell of her soft ass. She licked a slow circle around Cassie's tight hole, causing her to gasp and arch her back. "You like that, baby?" Hope whispered, the vibrations of her words sending a jolt of pleasure through Cassie.

"Yes, oh god, yes," Cassie moaned, her body trembling with anticipation.

Hope's finger slowly entered Cassie's tight hole, feeling the resistance of her muscles before finally slipping in. She paused for a moment to let Cassie adjust to the intrusion, then began to move her finger in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. Cassie's body responded to each movement, her hips rocking back and forth to meet Hope's hand.

"Please, Mommy," Cassie begged, "I want you. I need you."

Hope could feel the heat and wetness of Cassie's inner walls, and it only added to her own arousal. She twisted her fingers slightly, exploring the tightness of Cassie's ass and eliciting a soft moan from her. Encouraged, she added a second finger, feeling the stretch as Cassie's body slowly accommodated the new intrusion.

"Fuck," Cassie moaned, her head thrown back as she pressed her ass into Hope's hand. "That feels so good."

Hope grinned at the sound of Cassie's pleasure, and continued to move her fingers in and out, each thrust bringing a new wave of pleasure to Cassie's body. "You like that, baby?" she whispered, her breath hot against Cassie's ear.

"Yes," Cassie gasped. "Don't stop."

Hope didn't need any further encouragement. She increased the pace of her movements, pumping her fingers in and out of Cassie's ass with increasing fervor. Cassie's moans grew louder with each thrust, her body trembling with pleasure. Hope knew that Cassie was close to the edge, and she was determined to push her over it.

"You're so fucking hot," Hope murmured, her voice thick with desire. "Come for me, Cassie."

Cassie screamed, "Yes, I am gonna..."

And with that, Cassie let out a loud cry, her body convulsing as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

"Oh my Mommy," Cassie breathed, collapsing back into a state of bliss. "That was amazing."

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After Cassie's orgasm subsided, she laid on the ground, panting and spent. Hope stood over her, still in her bra and panties, looking down at Cassie with a mixture of lust and satisfaction.

Cassie's breath caught in her throat as she looked up at Hope, feeling a renewed sense of desire burning within her. "We did so much, and I still couldn't see you naked," she murmured, her voice laced with need.

Hope grinned down at her, a wicked glint in her eyes. "You'll have to earn the privilege of seeing more of me," she replied teasingly. "But for now, why don't we take a break and enjoy the aftermath of our little adventure?"

Scott arrived to the spot. Cassie's face flushed with embarrassment, her hands moving frantically to cover herself as she scrambled to get up from the ground. Her fingers fumbled awkwardly as she tried to cover her bare breasts and exposed groin, her cheeks burning with shame.

She spoke, feeling embarassed, "Dad! What are you doing here?"

Hope slowly moved closer to Cassie, her body still glistening with sweat and her bra and panties hugging her curves tightly. She turned to face Scott, crossing her arms in front of her chest confidently, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

"Hey, Scott," Hope greeted him, her tone suggesting that she had nothing to be ashamed of. "You're interrupting something."

Scott looked at Hope, then at Cassie, then back at Hope. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

Hope just shrugged. "Just having a little fun with Cassie," she said. "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal?" Scott repeated incredulously. "The big deal is that you're my girlfriend, and she's my daughter! This is all kinds of wrong!"

Hope rolled her eyes. "Oh, please," she said. "It's not like we're hurting anyone. And Cassie is a grown woman, she can make her own choices."

Scott shook his head. "No, this has to stop right now," he said firmly. "That's why right now, I announce that Cassie is not my daughter anymore, neither you are my girlfriend, because sluts like you deserve to live together."

Without warning, Scott stormed off the cave.

Cassie and Hope found themselves laughing unexpectedly in each other's company, instead of feeling sad. As they shared a moment of lightheartedness, they realized that they no longer felt the same desperate need for companionship they had before. Cassie had her mother to lean on, and Hope had her daughter by her side.

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A few days passed since Hope and Cassie had left the cave. They were living happily, but they noticed a decline in their popularity since they had separated from Scott. One day, Hope received an invitation to speak at a public convention, and she saw this as an opportunity to bring back their fame. She decided to design a new costume for the event, one that would capture the attention of the audience and remind everyone of the power duo that was Hope and Cassie.

Hope felt a thrill of anticipation as she donned her new yellow jumpsuit. She had worked tirelessly on the design, making sure it accentuated her curves and showed off her toned body in all the right places. The jumpsuit was made of a stretchy, form-fitting material that hugged her body like a second skin, and the vibrant yellow color was eye-catching and bold.

As Hope examined herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The jumpsuit was much more revealing than her previous outfit, with thin straps that left her shoulders and arms bare, and a deep V-neckline that plunged down to her midriff. The fabric clung to her every curve, outlining the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips.

Hope took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom, making her way to the living room.

In the living room, Cassie was lounging on the couch, her legs stretched out in front of her, wearing a comfortable looking sleeveless top and a pair of form-fitting shorts. The crop top was a soft pink color that contrasted nicely with her sun-kissed skin. The fabric hugged her curves, showing off her toned midriff. The shorts were a deep navy blue, with a subtle pattern that was almost invisible unless you looked closely. They clung to her hips and thighs, accentuating her long, lean legs.

"Hey, Cassie," she said, a nervous edge to her voice. "What do you think of my new jumpsuit?"

Cassie's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Hope in her new outfit. "Wow," she said, a grin spreading across her face. "You look amazing!"

Hope's nerves melted away at Cassie's words, replaced with a sense of pride and confidence. "I have made something for you too. I think we're ready to show the world what we've got," she said, a determined glint in her eye.

Hope handed over a silver costume to Cassie. Cassie went back to other room to change it, then came back.

Cassie entered into living room, showing Cassie her new suit.

Cassie's new superhero suit was made of a sleek, silver fabric that shimmered in the light. The material was lightweight and stretchy, allowing her to move with ease. The suit had a futuristic design, with metallic accents and intricate patterns etched into the fabric.

The top of the suit was a crop top that hugged her curves, with a high neckline and short sleeves. The top had a silver zipper running down the front, adding a touch of edginess to the design.

The crop top was paired with silver leggings, which were designed with long, vertical slits that ran down the sides of each leg, revealing glimpses of Cassie's toned thighs as she moved.

Hope's eyes widened as she saw Cassie in the new suit, "Let's go rule the world."

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As they arrived at the public area, a large crowd had already gathered to listen to Hope's speech. Cassie stood next to her, confident.

Hope stepped up to the podium and cleared her throat. "Hello, everyone. I want to thank you all for coming out today to hear what we have to say."

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers. Hope continued, "As you all know, we are here to fight for what is right. We will not stand idly by while injustice continues to thrive in our society."

Cassie stood off to the side, watching as the crowd listened intently to Hope's words. But as she looked out into the sea of people, she noticed a group of men leering at her revealing silver costume. She fidgeted nervously, tugging at the slit in her silver leggings and wishing she had chosen a less revealing outfit.

The people around them seemed to be murmuring, and she could hear snippets of their conversation.

"Is she really her daughter?"

"I heard they're more than that."

"Look at how close they're standing!"

"I bet Cassie drinks Hope's milk daily."

Cassie felt her face flush with embarrassment and discomfort.

Hope continued, "We must come together as a community to make a change. We must fight for equality and justice for all, not just for a select few."

Cassie tried to ignore the men's stares and focus on Hope's message. She knew it was important, but couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability of her exposed midriff and legs.

A man in his 70s approached the stage with a cane in his hand. His frail and weak appearance belied the sharp determination in his eyes as he made his way towards Hope and Cassie.

"Excuse me, ladies," he said in a raspy voice, struggling to be heard over the noise of the crowd. "May I have a moment of your time?"

Hope and Cassie turned to face him, their attention focused entirely on the elderly man. Hope smiled warmly at him. "Of course, sir. How can we help you?"

The man took a deep breath and straightened his back, summoning all his strength for this moment. "I wanted to thank you both for all that you do," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "You are an inspiration to us all, and I am honored to meet you."

Cassie blushed and looked down at her feet, feeling both shy and touched by the man's words. Hope nodded graciously, her expression reflecting the depth of her gratitude. "Thank you, sir. It means a lot to us to hear that."

Suddenly, a man's voice boomed from the crowd, his words willed with excitement "Fuck those bitches, man!"

Hope stepped up to the microphone, feeling the weight of the situation. The crowd had grown restless, and their anger was palpable. She took a deep breath and addressed them firmly, "I want to remind everyone that we are here to inspire and empower all people, and we are not strippers."

The man who had been shouting earlier continued to lead the chant, "Fuck them! Fuck them!" The rest of the audience joined in, their voices rising to a fever pitch.

Hope and Cassie exchanged a worried look, unsure of how to proceed. They had never faced this kind of situation before, and it was clear that the crowd was not going to be satisfied until they got what they wanted.

Hope took a step forward and spoke into the microphone, her voice shaking slightly. "We appreciate your love and support, but we cannot fulfill your request." The crowd jeered and booed, and it seemed like things were about to get out of hand.

Suddenly, a woman in the front row stood up and shouted, "We want to see your pussies! Come on, ladies, give us a show!"

Hope and Cassie exchanged a worried look, unsure of how to respond. They didn't want to disappoint their fans, but they also didn't want to compromise their values.

In a moment of desperation, Hope and Cassie turned to the old man who had approached them earlier. Slowly, they stepped forward and wrapped their arms around him, giving him a gentle hug. However, the old man's grip tightened, and the hug became uncomfortably tight. Hope and Cassie tried to pull away, but the old man held on, his body shaking with excitement. After a few tense moments, he finally released them, and Hope and Cassie stepped back, feeling shaken and uneasy.

Hope whispered to Cassie, "We need to give them something or we'll lose even our status as Superheroes."

The old man couldn't help but feel a rush of desire as his eyes wandered over Hope's deep cleavage and Cassie's toned legs. He felt his heart racing as he imagined what it would be like to touch them, to run his hands over their smooth skin.

Cassie, feeling uncomfortable with the old man's gaze, quickly covered up with her hands. Hope, on the other hand, stepped forward, her voice firm as she addressed the crowd, "We are here to make a difference, to help those in need and fight for justice. We are not here for your entertainment." The crowd erupted with disapproval.

Feeling a sense of desperation, Hope spoke up again, her voice slightly trembling. "If you want some fun from us," she said, her eyes flashing with shame, "maybe I could post a video of me and Cassie doing some kissing and stuff."

Hope raised the microphone towards her lips, puckering them slightly before bringing it closer. She then brought the mic inside her mouth, pretending to give it a kiss before taking it back out with a playful grin, "I hope you will like it."

The crowd laughed, but some of them also began to murmur.

"Mommy and Daughter are lesbos."

"Look at that slut making good use of her mouth."

Hope and Cassie looked at each other in confusion as the old man took center stage. The audience grew silent as they watched him approach the microphone.

"My dear friends," the old man began, his voice shaky with emotion. "I have been alive for many years, and I have seen a lot of things. But never have I seen two women as beautiful as these two."

Hope and Cassie exchanged a worried look, unsure of how to react to the old man's advances.

"I know that some of you want to see them in action," he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "And who am I to deny you that pleasure?"

Before Hope and Cassie could react, the old man reached out and grabbed their hands, pulling them towards him. The audience erupted into cheers and whistles as the old man began to dance with the two women.

Hope and Cassie's movements started out stiff and uncertain, as they looked at each other in confusion. But as the old man led them in a few simple steps, they gradually began to relax and move with more confidence. Hope's hips swayed in time with the music, her arms reaching up and twirling above her head. Cassie's feet tapped out a rhythm, her body swaying back and forth with a slight bounce. As they gained more confidence, they started to move in unison with the old man, their bodies twisting and turning with the music. They smiled at each other and the audience, trying to enjoy themselves despite their initial reluctance.

Hope felt the eyes of the audience on her, and she knew that this was not what she had signed up for. But she also knew that they needed their popularity back.

The old man's hands moved over Hope's body, starting with her hips and moving up to her waist, she couldn't help but feel a mix of discomfort and arousal. Her hips swayed to the music, but she tried to keep a safe distance from the old man's advances.

However, the more he touched and rubbed her crotch against her ass, the harder it became to resist his movements. The crowd's energy fueled the old man's confidence, and he began to press his body more firmly against Hope's, almost like dry humping her. She could feel the heat of his body and the roughness of his clothes against her body.

The chants and cheers grew louder, and it seemed like everyone was egging them on. Cassie looked on with a mix of shock, unsure of what to do next.

"Cassie, we have to do this. There's no other way," Hope said, her voice low and urgent. "It's our duty as Avengers to please the public and entertain them. And if this is what they want, then we have to give it to them."

The old man groaned, "Wish you were my daughter. So hot you are, my girl."

Hope began to think why would this man want a daughter like her, and in that moment only, the old man's rough tongue forced its way into her mouth, his lips crushing hers. She could taste the bitter tang of alcohol on his breath as he nibbled on her bottom lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood. With a sharp gasp, she pulled away, trying to catch her breath. Hope had never felt so submissive, but she was willing to do everything.

Cassie began to feel shocked and at the same time a little aroused, thinking like what if she was doing the same thing with her Mommy.

The old man was relentless. He leaned in again, his hot breath washing over her neck as he licked and nibbled on her skin. she felt his body pressed up against hers, grinding against her, his arms clothing tight to Hope's thighs. The crowd roared with approval, urging them on.

Suddenly She looked down to see that the old man had ejaculated in his pants, moaning, leaving a sticky mess. Disgusted, she tried to push him away forcing a smile, but he held on tight, still lost in his own pleasure.

Hope spoke with a raised voice to the audience, "I believe we have fulfilled our performance obligations."

But to her dismay, the crowd roared back with a resounding "No!"

She felt a sense of apprehension wash over her, knowing that the rest of the day was likely to be just as challenging.

Old man grinned, "I am not done yet. Kneel"

Old man dropped his pants, revealing a huge boner even after ejaculation. Hope's eyes went wide after seeing that.

Hope felt a mix of curiosity and humiliation as she knelt down before the old man. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she also couldn't look away from his enormous erection. She wondered if her mouth was big enough to take it, and felt a strange urge to find out. But at the same time, she felt a deep sense of shame and embarrassment, knowing that she was doing this in public with a wrinkly stranger.

The crowd cheered louder, thrilled to see their hero submitted to the old man's desires.

Hope's eyes met Cassie's. Cassie just smiled, trying to make her feel strong. As Hope opened her mouth to speak, the old man grabbed the back of Hope's head and pushed it down towards his crotch.

The rough skin of the old man's penis brushed against Hope's lips as she tried to pull away. However, the old man was too strong for her to resist. The audience recorded on their phones as Hope's head bobbed up and down, taking the old man deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Cassie felt a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, she felt bad for Hope and wished she could do something to stop the old man's inappropriate behavior. On the other hand, she couldn't help but be impressed by how skilled her mother was at giving a blowjob. Her mommy's lips were wrapped tightly around the shaft, her tongue expertly flicking and swirling around the head. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him with a steady rhythm, taking him in deeper and deeper each time.

Cassie tried to ignore the growing arousal within her as she watched Hope expertly pleasure the old man. Her own body betrayed her as her hands unconsciously brushed against her own thigh. She quickly realized where she was and tried to compose herself, knowing that this was not the place for such thoughts and actions.

The sounds of slurping and moaning filled the air, driving the audience into a frenzy.

Hope's eyes watered as she struggled to breathe, her hands gripping the old man's balls for support. The crowd's cheers grew louder, their chants of "Avengers! Avengers!" echoing in the air.

Finally, the old man finished, spilling himself into Hope's mouth. She coughed and sputtered, trying to catch her breath as the old man zipped up his pants and steps back, grinning.

Hope felt the warm liquid fill her mouth, and as she struggled to swallow it all, some of it trickled down the corners of her lips and onto her chin. She felt a hot, sticky sensation as it ran down her neck, leaving a trail of cum on her skin. She wiped some of it away with her sleeve. The audience continued to cheer and shout, some even throwing money onto the stage in appreciation for the show.

Cassie rushed to Hope's side. She bent down, her ass in tight leggins facing the crowd.

An audience member commented, "Now it's your turn after your slut mother."

Cassie, ignoring, helped Hope stand up. Hope looked kinda satisfied, like she did some achievement, "Your mommy is the strongest Avenger."

Cassie kissed Hope on her lips, not caring about the audience.

Hope was surprised, that Cassie would do that in public, "I was stained with his cum."

An audience member shouted, "I knew it!"

Cassie said, "Let's go, Mommy. You've done enough."

Hope smiled, exhausted, "We will be the most popular avengers."

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the back of the stage. A group of security guards had arrived, and they were pushing their way through the crowd towards the old man. Hope and Cassie looked at each other in relief, grateful for the intervention.

With a sudden burst of strength, the guards threw Hope away, and the old man lunged at Cassie. She screamed as he grabbed her, his hands groping and pawing at Cassie's round, tiny breasts.

Hope landed heavily on the ground, dazed and disoriented. She could hear the sound of fists hitting flesh.

As she struggled to get up, she saw Cassie being dragged away by the security guards, her face contorted in fear and shock. And then, there was darkness.

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Hope burst into an abandoned hotel, the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she raced through the deserted corridors. She knew she had to act fast, to find Cassie before it was too late. As she sprinted through the dimly lit corridors, she scanned each room she passed by, her eyes flickering back and forth in search of any sign of her daughter.

Suddenly, she spotted a group of guards outside a door, their voices carrying through the quiet halls. She edged closer, trying to listen in on their conversation without being seen.

"I heard the boss took the young one to his private room," one of the guards was saying, his voice low and gruff.

The other guard chuckled, a lewd grin on his face. "Yeah, I heard she's a tight fuck."

Hope's heart raced as she realized that Cassie must be with the old man. She felt a sickening wave of disgust wash over her as she imagined the man's hands on her daughter, his body pressed up against hers. Cassie had no experience with sex, how would she be handling it? Was the old man fucking her rough?

Hope knew she had to find Cassie before it was too late. She wished it was her instead of Cassie, as she always knew how to handle even the roughest of situations.

Hope continued to sneak around, avoiding guards as best she could, until she finally spotted the door to the old man's private room. She slowly approached it and peeked through the keyhole.

She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Cassie was fully naked with the old man. The sight of Cassie's trembling legs and heaving chest was enough to make her feel sick. The old man was thrusting into Cassie with such force that the bed shook beneath them. Every time he moved, Cassie's body was thrown back against the mattress, her tiny breasts bouncing heavily. Hope felt a surge of protectiveness towards Cassie. She couldn't bear to see her daughter in such a vulnerable position.

Hope pushed a red button on her suit to shrink down. But it was not working.

Hope's anger boiled over, and she burst into the room.

Hope yelled, "Get off of her, you sick bastard!"

Hope's fists clenched at her sides, and she felt her body tense up as the old man pushed Cassie to the side. She lay on the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was slick with sweat and her hair was matted to her forehead.

Old man stepped off the bed and stood inches before Hope, naked and erect.

The old man gave an obscene kissing sign, puckering his lips and blowing a kiss in Hope's direction, "Ah, the other one. I was wondering when you would show up. Would you like to join us?"

Hope yelled, "I'll kill you before I let that happen."

Hope charged at the old man, but he was surprisingly fast for his age. He dodged her attack and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing playfully.

Old man licked her cheek, "You should learn to control that temper of yours, girl. It could get you into trouble."

Hope struggled to break free from his grip, but it was of no use. She was powerless against his strength.

Cassie looked at her mother with confusion and disbelief. "Why are you attacking him now, Mom? You were the one who performed a public act on him, and he even paid us $5 million for me. Just apologize to him and let's go."

Hope was taken aback by Cassie's words. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. But as she thought about it, she realized that Cassie was right. They had already been humiliated in front of so many people, what more could happen?

The old man released Hope from his grip, she stumbled backwards, rubbing her throat. Cassie smiled at her, but her smile didn't help her. She knew the situation was not going to be easy.

Before Hope could say anything, Cassie spoke up. "Can we go now, now that you've had me and mommy," she asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.

The old man smirked, causing a shiver to run down Hope's spine. "I think you forgot to read the contract, my dear. The sex we had was just the first of three. Two more remain."

Cassie's face fell. "What's the second one?" she asked hesitantly.

The old man turned to Hope, and she could feel his eyes raking over her body. She tried to cover herself, suddenly feeling very exposed in her yellow jumpsuit with a plunging neckline that went all the way down to her navel, and only thin straps over her shoulders so that her arms were bare.

"Second one," the old man said slowly, "is you eating your mommy."

Hope's heart skipped a beat as she realized what he meant. She took a step back, trying to put some distance between herself and the old man, but he just stepped closer, his eyes fixed on her cleavage and midriff. She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, trying to shield herself.

Cassie asked, "Eat Mommy how?"

Old man said, "Be patient, let me prepare her for you."

The old man's finger traced the edge of the strap on Hope's shoulder, feeling the smooth fabric. Slowly, he applied pressure and his finger slipped inside the strap, causing it to stretch slightly. He continued to play with the strap, pulling it down a little, exposing more of Hope's bare shoulder.

Suddenly, with a sharp snap, the strap gave way and broke, leaving one side of Hope's jumpsuit hanging loosely off her shoulder.

She knew she didn't have much of a choice, so she gasped out, "Can I give you one more blowjob?"

The old man wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "No," he said with a laugh.

Old man began to play with her other strap, "Actually, the thing is I am in the mood to see some girl-on-girl action. My dick's already satisfied with you, and now I want to see you and your daughter here have some fun."

Hope smiled nervously and tried to make a request, "She hasn't seen me naked yet, and I was actually planning to show her my body on her birthday."

The old man laughed again, "You superheroes are such a mess. But hey, whatever floats your boat."

The old man broke the second strap of Hope's jumpsuit. The top portion of the jumpsuit slid down to her navel, revealing her ample breasts. Cassie's eyes went wide, fixed on Hope's bosom. She had always known that her mother had a great figure, but this was beyond her wildest imagination. Hope's breasts bounced a little as she tried to cover them with her arms, but the old man had other plans.

Cassie felt a surge of excitement and arousal. She began to touch her pussy, feeling it getting wet. Hope's breasts were heavenly, and she couldn't help but stare at them, her hands moving faster and faster.

The old man, too, was mesmerized by Hope's breasts. He began to squeeze them tightly, relishing in their softness and warmth. Hope groaned with pain and pleasure, "Hey! Not that tight. Be kind."

But the old man was not interested in being kind. He began to lick Hope from her face to her neck, then to her chest, biting and teasing her nipples with his tongue. Hope tried to resist, but the sensations were too intense, and she couldn't help but moan with pleasure.

Old man squeezed Hope's ass, "Look how juicy this is. It must be delicious."

Old man's grip on Hope's ass tightened. Hope braced herself for what was to come, knowing it was only a matter of time before he would strip her completely. As he slapped her ass, she let out a small cry of pain mixed with pleasure, hoping that he would not force her to do something she was uncomfortable with.

Hope was aware that her buttocks were highly sensitive, and she had never allowed anyone to touch. She begged, "Please, let her eat my pussy."

Old man chuckled, "But then your beautiful ass would be ignored."

The old man looked at Cassie with an expectant expression, waiting for her to carry out his order.

Cassie hesitated, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to disobey Hope, but she also didn't want to disobey the old man.

Cassie turned to the old man. "I'll do it," she said.

The old man nodded in approval and Cassie approached Hope.

Cassie stood in front of Hope, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she knew she had to be brave for her friend. Hope looked at her and whispered her instructions, "just act like you're eating."

Cassie nodded silently, her face blushing with embarrassment.

Gently, Cassie began to remove Hope's jumpsuit, her fingers shaking slightly. As the fabric fell away, revealing Hope's naked body, Cassie's eyes widened in awe.

Hope's skin was smooth and glistening, and her waist curved into a big, round ass. Her legs were toned and shapely, and between them lay her beautiful pussy, its lips pink and inviting.

Old man leered at Hope's body, his eyes hungrily drinking in every inch. "Wow," he said, "she really is a masterpiece."

Hope's body trembled with anticipation as Cassie leaned in, her lips hovering over Hope's exposed pussy. The air was thick with tension as Cassie made contact, gently pressing her lips against Hope's most intimate area. Hope gasped and shuddered, her body responding to the new sensations coursing through her.

But just as quickly as it began, Cassie pulled back, leaving Hope wanting more. The sudden withdrawal left her feeling vulnerable and exposed, her body aching with a deep yearning. Yet, Hope knew that they couldn't go too far. They had to keep up the facade for the old man's twisted amusement.

Cassie gently pushed Hope's hips forward, causing her to turn around. Hope complied, her naked back facing Cassie's direction. Cassie's eyes couldn't help but fixate on Hope's gorgeous ass as she approached it slowly.

Once Cassie was in position behind Hope, she leaned forward and placed her hands on both of Hope's hips, pulling her in a little closer. She then lowered her head, her lips grazing over Hope's left butt cheek. Cassie couldn't believe how Hope's skin was. She then moved to the right cheek, giving it a gentle kiss.

Her ass was round, full, and smooth, and Cassie couldn't resist the temptation to take a bite. But she knew that Hope had asked her to keep her distance, so Cassie reluctantly held back and acted like she was licking.

Hope let out a soft moan, which was a mixture of acting and reality as Cassie's tongue danced around her ass, teasing her sensitive skin. "Oh Cassie, you're good," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Cassie leaned closer to Hope's ass, she took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the sweet and intoxicating aroma that was emanating from between her butt cheeks. It was a mixture of musk, sweat, and a faint hint of something sweet, like strawberries. Cassie was surprised at how pleasant it smelled, and she couldn't help but take another deep breath to savor the scent.

Cassie continued to stare at the beautiful sight before her, she noticed Hope shift slightly, and realized that she must have accidentally brushed her tongue against her asshole. Hope's ass was incredibly sensitive, and the slightest touch was enough to send shivers down her spine.

Cassie gestured for Hope to lay down on the bed on her stomach, indicating that she wanted to take the lead.

Hope eagerly complied and got into position, lying face down on the bed with her plump ass up in the air. Cassie's eyes were drawn to Hope's incredible curves, and she couldn't resist reaching out to give them a squeeze.

As she touched Hope's soft skin, Cassie felt a jolt of excitement run through her body. She knew that what she was about to do was taboo, but the thought of exploring Hope's body in this way was too tempting to resist.

Without hesitation, Cassie placed her tongue on Hope's hole and began to lick her with a newfound passion.

Hope's body squirmed in intense pleasure as Cassie licked her hole like crazy.

"Cassie, no stop," Hope moaned, trying to crawl away.

Cassie grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her back, not giving in to Hope's pleas. "You can't resist me, Mommy," Cassie said with a wicked smile.

"Please don't do this, Cassie," Hope pleaded.

She reached over and grabbed Hope's hips, pulling her back until her ass was right in front of her face. She spread Hope's cheeks apart, revealing her tight, pink asshole.

Hope squirmed and moaned, "Cassie, oh god, noooo."

But Cassie was in the zone now. She couldn't stop even if she wanted to. She leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe up the crack of Hope's ass, then flicked her tongue over her puckered hole. Hope's body jerked with pleasure.

She pushed her tongue deeper, tasting Hope's sweetness and feeling the muscles of her tight hole clenching around her.

As Cassie continued her ministrations, Hope writhed and moaned, lost in a world of pleasure. She couldn't believe how good this felt, how incredible it was to have someone eating out her ass like this.

The old man, who had been watching the entire time, let out a low growl as he jerked himself off. "That's it, girls," he said. "Cum for me."

Cassie didn't let up for a second. She continued licking and sucking at Hope's asshole, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Hope's moans grew louder and more frequent, as she got closer and closer to orgasm. "Oh my god, Cassie, I'm gonna cum," Hope gasped.

Hope's body tensed up, and she let out a long, low moan as she came hard, her juices flowing freely.

"Oh, Cassie!" she cried out, her body still quivering with pleasure

Cassie kept licking and sucking until Hope's orgasm had run its course.

"Well done, little one," he said as he reached down to pat Cassie's head. "This is how your mother deserves to be treated."

"What's the last task?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The old man's grin widened even further. "It's the hardest one."

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The old man nudged Cassie and Hope into a vibrant room adorned with plush pink couches, emanating a distinct aroma of strawberries.

Cassie, exuding youthful energy and confidence, donned a stunning Wonder Woman costume that mirrored the iconic attire worn by Gal Gadot.

The golden tiara gleamed upon her forehead, symbolizing her regal authority and unwavering determination. Her fiery red bodice, adorned with the striking golden emblem, accentuated her strength and bravery. The flowing blue skirt billowed with each step.

Meanwhile, Hope exuded an alluring charm in her Super Girl costume, complete with a stylish mini skirt.

Hope's Super Girl costume accentuated not only her captivating face and hourglass figure but also offered a tantalizing glimpse of her toned legs. The mini skirt she wore showcased her well-defined thighs and sculpted calves. As the fabric of her costume gently swayed with her movements, it revealed flashes of smooth, sun-kissed skin. With her milf face and body, Hope embodied a sense of supermommy.

The old man leaned in closer, his voice hushed and filled with an air of secrecy, "Listen carefully. The man you'll be fucking off boasts about having dominated all the Avengers, but he couldn't get his way with the Justice League sluts. That's why I've dressed you both up as their counterparts."

The old man departed the room.

Hope embraced Cassie tightly, offering comfort and reassurance. "You won't have to engage in any sexual activities, Cassie. Remember that."

Cassie stepped back from the hug, concern etched on her face. "But Mommy, you've been through so much. Let me handle this."

Hope's voice carried a tone of authority as she responded, "You're my daughter, Cassie. You're important to me, and I want to protect you. No means no, and I won't let anyone harm you."

A sudden burst of energy crackled in the air, and a man materialized through a swirling blue portal. His presence sent a chill down Cassie's spine, and she instinctively took a step back, her eyes widening in horror.

Her voice trembled as she uttered the name, "It's Kang."

The man's voice resonated through the room, calm and composed. "I am actually He Who Remains."

He Who Remains possessed a calm presence. Clad in a flowing robe that seemed to ripple with the colors of time itself, his attire was a reflection of his profound connection to the fabric of reality.

He continued, "I assure you, I have no interest in pursuing any encounters with you ladies. It's in your best interest to leave while you still can."

But before Cassie and Hope could process his words, their attention was immediately drawn to the sudden appearance of four more individuals stepping out from separate portals. The air crackled with tension as Kang the Conqueror, Scarlet Centurion, Rama Tut, and Immortus emerged, each bearing a distinct aura of power and menace.

Kang the Conqueror, adorned in regal armor that exuded dominance, stood tall with an air of ruthless determination.

Scarlet Centurion, with a charismatic flair, donned a sleek and vibrant red costume that hinted at his prowess in manipulating energy.

Rama Tut, the embodiment of ancient wisdom and authority, appeared in a resplendent ensemble inspired by ancient Egyptian pharaohs.

Immortus, the timeless enigma, presented himself in a garb that blended futuristic technology with a timeless elegance.

Cassie leaned closer to Hope, her voice barely a whisper, "He said 'one,' but he never mentioned that there would be five variants of the same person."

Hope gently pushed Cassie backward, a determined look in her eyes. "When I said I'll handle it, I meant it. But I won't be able to take them for long, so think."

Stepping forward with confidence, Hope addressed the assembled Kangs, her voice steady and unwavering. "I have a proposition for all of you."

Scarlet Centurion, with a sly smirk, interjected, "Ah, a member of the Justice League. Have I fucked you before, whore?"

Kang the Conqueror, correcting his counterpart, chimed in, "No, no, we've only had the pleasure of indulging in the company of Avengers' whores."

Rama Tut, with a hint of impatience, added, "Enough banter. Let her speak before we fill her mouth."

Hope said, her voice confident, "I understand the desires that brought you all here, but I beg you to spare my daughter. She is innocent and inexperienced, unable to provide the pleasures you seek. It's me you want, not her."

Cassie's eyes brimmed with tears as she listened to Hope's words. She felt a mixture of gratitude and sadness, knowing that her mother was willing to make such a sacrifice for her well-being.

Kang the Conqueror exchanged a knowing glance with his counterparts, their minds filled with contemplation. After a moment of silence, he spoke with a hint of intrigue, "Perhaps there is more to gain by sparing the inexperienced one."

He Who Remains interjected, his voice calm and measured, "We have witnessed the beauty of these heroines in their captivating costumes. It would be wise to release them from this encounter."

Immortus, unable to contain his aggression, bellowed, "Enough of this nonsense, pussy!"

Kang the Conqueror, his tone measured, interjected, "Calm down, Immortus. We should respect their wishes." His piercing gaze fell upon Hope, "And what might your name be?"

Hope, holding her ground, responded confidently, "I am Hope van Dyne."

Scarlet Centurion chimed in, a hint of skepticism in his voice, "Last I remember, Hope was a Wasp."

Was Hope caught? A realization flashed across Hope's face as she corrected herself, "No, Hope is also Supergirl."

The Kangs exchanged glances, their faces expressing both curiosity and agreement.

With a flick of his hand, Kang the Conqueror manipulated the gravitational forces around Hope, causing her to levitate in the air. He carefully rotated her slowly, examining her from all angles.

Cassie watched the scene unfold in awe and shock.

With a measured intensity, Kang's eyes danced across the subtle slopes of her shoulders, the elegant arch of her back, and the enticing curve of her waist. As his gaze descended, Kang's eyes roamed over the gentle swell of her hips and the shapely curve of her thighs.

Then, with a sharp gesture, Kang pulled Hope closer to him, until their faces were mere inches apart.

Hope found herself standing face to face with the formidable group, each member exuding an imposing presence that commanded attention. Their muscular frames seemed chiseled from granite, their bodies a testament to the countless battles they had fought and conquered.

It was clear that their big black cocks were not to be taken lightly, and Hope wasn't prepared for that.

Kang the Conqueror, with a deliberate motion, extended his finger and gently brushed it against Hope's cheek. His piercing gaze locked onto hers as he spoke, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue, "If you have the ability to bring pleasure to the pussy among us, then we will spare your daughter."

Before Hope could respond, He who remains interjected, his tone laced with disinterest, "Apologies, but I have no interest in indulging in such pleasures."

Kang, acknowledging He who remains' statement, turned his attention back to Hope, granting her permission with a simple nod. "You may proceed, Miss Van Dyne."

Hope approached He who remains with a determined expression on her face. She gently took his hand and led him to a nearby couch, guiding him to sit down. As they locked eyes, a mixture of anticipation and desire filled the air.

In a bold move, Hope reached for the robe, slowly and seductively pulling it down. With each inch of fabric revealed, the anticipation grew. As his robe dropped to the floor, an impressive and throbbing erection sprang free, capturing Hope's attention.

She had never encountered a man quite like this before, and the size and thickness of his dick were enough to make her pulse quicken with curiosity.

Hope slowly positioned herself above He who remains, straddling his lap and guiding his throbbing member towards the portal of her pleasure. She could feel her heart racing. With a deep breath, she lowered herself down onto him, feeling the girth and length of his shaft stretching her tight walls. Her skirt rode up, exposing the bare pussy underneath as she began to move up and down, taking him deeper and deeper with each thrust.

A mix of pleasure and discomfort washed over her, but she pushed through, determined to focus on the task at hand.

She clenched her teeth, suppressing the instinctive urge to let out a loud moan or scream. Every nerve in her body tingled with pleasure, but she remained determined to keep her composure. Her mind was solely focused on the task at hand, the mission she had undertaken to save her daughter.

Hope's velvety folds embraced his pulsating shaft with a firm grip, creating a tantalizing sensation that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through both of their bodies. With each thrust, Hope's pussy tightened its grip, as if yearning to hold him closer and draw out every ounce of pleasure they could share. The way her slick walls molded around his throbbing member created a mind-bending fusion of pleasure and desire.

With each jump, she propelled herself upward, feeling the power and control as she hovered momentarily in mid-air, suspended by her own momentum. As she wriggled, her hips swayed and twisted, creating a mesmerizing dance of desire.

Other Kangs laughed, seeing that He Who Remains was enjoying Hope.

He who remains, his voice filled with surprise, spoke amidst the laughter of the other Kangs, "I didn't anticipate it would be this good."

Hope's hips moved with a remarkable strength and precision, propelling her body forward with a potent force. The fluidity of her movements was mesmerizing, as she unleashed the full power of her core muscles. Each thrust was a testament to her physical prowess, a display of raw energy and control. With every powerful sway and sway of her hips, she commanded the pace and intensity of their shared pleasure.

Cassie, watching her mommy's resolve, couldn't help but smile, a sense of pride washing over her for how well Hope was handling the situation.

In the heat of the moment, with their connection reaching its peak, He who remains climaxed inside Hope's eager pussy, releasing a deep moan of satisfaction. Afterward, Hope gracefully stepped off the couch, her inner thighs glistening with the evidence of their encounter. Cum slowly dripped down her leg, a testament to the intensity of their sexual union.

Kang the Conqueror, acknowledging Hope's prowess, commented with a mixture of admiration and amusement, "You truly are a professional."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kang grinned, "No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scarlet Centurion commanded her, "Kiss me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Immortus suggested, "We should make her bend."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hope, like an obedient whore, said in a soft voice, "What can I do for you?"

The corners of his lips curled into a predatory smile, and he spoke with a commanding tone, "You are truly captivating when you're bare, every inch of your skin on display for my pleasure." With a swift and deliberate flick of his hand, Hope's Supergirl top vanished into thin air, leaving her breasts exposed to the room. They swayed with a provoking jiggle, drawing Kang's gaze even more intensely.

Leaning closer to Hope, his voice laced with dominance, Kang issued his demand, "From this moment on, you will belong to me completely. You will submit to my every whim, obey my every command. You will be my bitch."

Hope's mind was a mix of excitement and fear as she positioned herself on all fours on the couch, presenting herself to Kang like a submissive pet. Her body quivered with a combination of nervousness and arousal, aware of the impending intrusion that awaited her sensitive ass. As Kang climbed onto the couch, his eyes fixated on her exposed ass. The soft, supple flesh of her buttocks beckoned to him, tempting him to claim her as his own. The smooth expanse of her skin, the subtle arch of her back, and the gentle sway of her hips filled him with a primal need to fuck her hard.

With a deliberate slowness that both tantalized and tortured, Kang pressed his throbbing member against the entrance of Hope's eager rear. The momentary pause heightened the anticipation, allowing both of them to savor the intensity of the impending connection.

As he exerted a gentle, steady pressure, Hope's body instinctively tensed, a mixture of pleasure and slight discomfort coursing through her. Her muscles clenched around him, involuntarily resisting the invasion, but also welcoming the delicious sensation of being filled.

A cry escaped Hope's lips, a blend of ecstasy and a plea for restraint. She yearned for control, for the ability to dictate the pace, but her sensitivity overwhelmed her, pushing her deeper into a realm of surrender. "Ah, not that deep," she managed to gasp, her voice laced with a blend of pleasure and an attempt to assert herself.

Responding to her plea, Kang withdrew, offering her a moment of respite. Hope's body quivered, her senses heightened, and her anticipation grew as she anticipated the next thrust.

Meanwhile, Cassie couldn't resist the arousing spectacle unfolding before her eyes. The sight of Hope's uninhibited screams stirred a primal desire within her. With subtle movements, she slid her hand beneath her panties, succumbing to the growing wetness between her thighs. Soft moans escaped her lips as she pleasured herself.

Kang's strong and experienced hands skillfully guided his throbbing shaft back inside Hope's eagerly awaiting entrance.

Kang's primal instincts took over as he thrust into Hope with a ferocity that bordered on wild abandon. His hips moved with lightning speed, driving his hardened member deep into her, each thrust a forceful collision of bodies. The rhythm of his movements echoed the rapid-fire bursts of a machine gun, delivering a relentless assault of pleasure to both of them. Hope's breasts and ass jiggle intensely as Kang gave her an intense pounding.

Hope moaned, barely able to control her grip on the couch, "So... So... So... Big."

Immortus watched with amusement, "She is enjoying."

His laughter mingled with the symphony of moans and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh.

The sight of Kang claiming Hope so passionately ignited a primal longing within Rama Tut, fueling his jealousy and intensifying his own desire.

The continued thrusting made it increasingly difficult for her to maintain her grip on the couch. Her trembling limbs struggled to find stability as the waves of pleasure and desire consumed her.

Kang's unrelenting thrusts eventually caused Hope to lose her balance, and she fell flat on the couch, her body now pressed against the soft cushions. Kang's weight descended upon her, adding an extra layer of intensity and dominance to their coupling. Hope's moans grew louder, her words a mixture of pleasure and an insatiable craving for more.

In the midst of her pleasure, Hope couldn't help but express her conflicting desires. "Stop! Stop!" she cried out, only to quickly retract her words. "No, don't stop. Fuck me like I am your whore," she pleaded, surrendering herself completely to the overwhelming sensations and the raw power of Kang's thrusts.

Cassie's eyes were transfixed on Hope, her mind struggling to comprehend the depths of desire that surged within her. She couldn't believe her mother was calling herself whore. As her fingers ventured into the depths of her own wetness, a soft whisper escaped her lips, barely audible amidst the moans that filled the room.

"My Mommy. Mommy." she breathed, her voice trembling with a mixture of longing and adoration.

Meanwhile, Kang's grip on Hope's hair tightened, exerting a firm control over her as he drove his pulsating member deep inside her.

"Be gentle. Ahhh... Yes... Ahhhhhhhh," she pleaded, her voice laced with both urgency and anticipation.

Each thrust from Kang pushed her closer to the edge, her body responding eagerly to the increasing speed.

As the intensity reached its peak, Hope could feel the waves of ecstasy crashing over her. Her words became fragmented, a symphony of passionate expletives.

"Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she gasped, her voice punctuated with primal moans.

And then, in a crescendo of pleasure, Hope's body convulsed in the throes of orgasm, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer bliss that washed over her.

"Fuccccccck," she cried out, her voice a raw expression of pure ecstasy.

Exhausted and sated, Hope collapsed onto the couch, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.

However, the gangbang was far from over, and a collective desire to indulge in new heights of pleasure filled the air. Although Hope's body was already exhausted, the thought of pushing her limits further seemed daunting.

Hope whispered to Cassie in a coded message, her voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and anticipation. "Cassie, I'm about to get fucked."

Cassie's eyes widened as she decoded Hope's message. Understanding the gravity of the situation, she knew she had to intervene. Taking on all of them simultaneously would be an impossible feat, even for someone as resilient as Hope.