<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 50pt;"><em><strong>FALL OF THE TITANS</strong></em></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">America had changed.  Gone were the days when everyone preached about freedom and respect for their fellow man.  Instead most people lived in fear, afraid of those who didn't conform, didn't fit in, didn't belong.  Terrorism, both domestic and foreign, made people paranoid, and gave men like Henry DuPont the base they needed to obtain power.  Henry DuPont was in a minor law firm when he'd picked up the newspaper one day to read about an accident where a superhero had caused property damage in the hundreds of thousands of dollars trying to stop a criminal.  The paper wrote the angry comments some of the families had said to the hero, and this gave DuPont the idea to go into politics, preaching to put an end to the needless destruction caused by superheroes.<br/><br/>This was back in the days when superheroes were still respected, trying to help control the crime rate that was spiraling out of control.  Entire districts in Washington D.C., New York, LA and elsewhere were inaccessible to police due to violence.  Only the supers would go there, fighting crime and making it safer for the residents.  Henry DuPont ran for junior representative of Washington State on the platform that these areas should be brought to heel not by rogue vigilantes, but by the guardians of law and order that were already sworn to do so.  From his podium he attacked supers, saying they were a threat to people everywhere and that all it took was one with extraordinary powers to cause devastation on a massive scale.  His message was small at first, but quickly grew.<br/><br/>The public began to see supers as a threat, with Henry DuPont holding up newspaper headlines telling of supers who used their powers for evil, or were irresponsible and caused more harm than they solved.  He enlisted the aid of police, who were angry that they sometimes did all the investigations only to have the hero swoop in and steal the glory.  They wanted supers to stop, or at least work with the police to better use their talents.  Preachers claimed that supers got their powers from the devil, and that supers were doomed to Hell for their blasphemies against God.  Eventually even other politicians jumped on the anti-super bandwagon, hoping to gain as much support as possible for their own elections.  As DuPont's power grew, so did the public's intolerance of supers.<br/><br/>By 2023 many states were passing anti-super legislation, demanding that supers stop using their powers.  In the presidential election of 2024, DuPont won with 69% of the electoral vote, and immediately pushed through a law to shut the supers down.  All supers were forbidden from using their powers, and using them was punishable by prison time.  DuPont had turned what some considered to be the cornerstones of justice into criminals themselves.  But with the loss of supers came the loss of what kept many of the worse districts from expanding outward.  Police forces around the country soon found themselves overwhelmed and unable to respond.  Henry DuPont was swift to declare martial law, shutting down the government and taking all control for himself.<br/><br/>With DuPont in power, he ordered the military to begin clearing out all the districts of criminals.  Lethal force was not only authorized, but encouraged, as gangs were hunted down with the precision of the United States Military.  Soon most of the situation was back under control, but DuPont refused to allow the government to return.  A large protest formed outside the White House, directly in front of the military perimeter.  DuPont tolerated the protest for three days, before giving the order on March 2, 2026 to open fire on the protesters.  Hundreds were killed as the military opened fire directly into the wall of protesters.  DuPont then made the declaration that until he was satisfied the nation was no longer under siege from itself, he would remain in power.<br/><br/>Estimates put the death toll of the first five years of DuPont's reign at approximately one million, with twice that sent to internment camps.  Cities were rebuilt, in some cases completely from the ground up, to clean out undesirables.  Almost every major city underwent a transformation, reborn into the image DuPont had for America.  People became afraid to speak out as the cameras overhead watched them as silent sentinels.  People disappeared and were never heard from again.  People felt safer, but at the cost of what had made them Americans.  What protests there were soon found the police to be less than forgiving of anyone that broke the law.  It seemed that after chasing the supers away, the one thing everyone wanted back the most was the flamboyant suits they wore, protecting them from evil men like DuPont.</span><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Seattle, Washington<br/>July 20, 2079</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sergeant First Class Normand Rockwell stood with his foot on the neck of a super, the girl looking to be no more than about 20.  She was naked, having been surprised in the shower by SPECTRE breaking in the door and through the windows of her apartment.  They'd gotten the drop on her, and now she lay on the floor, trying in vain to get up, but to no avail.  <strong>"How many more supers are here with you, scum?"</strong> Normand asked, while his men spread out and scoped the rooms.  They wore heavy combat tactical gear, and each of them had pulse rifles in hand.  They exited through the door and began going door to door, overriding locks and barging in on people to check for super activity.<br/><br/>Normand reached down and grabbed the girl by her neck, lifting her up and holding her at arms length.  He watched from behind his dark HUD as her breasts bounced from trying to fight back, and the smooth curves of her thighs.  Oh yes, he enjoyed catching them like this.  While they were still fiesty.  He drug her across the apartment and pinned her against the table, putting the pulse rifle to the back of her head, <strong>"Tell me where the other supers are.  Now!"</strong>  She tried to get away, but it did no good.  She was pinned under him, and she refused to cooperate.  <em>Oh well, she'll talk soon enough.</em><br/><br/>Reaching down, he undid the fly of his pants, pulling his erect cock out and kicking the girl's legs apart, <strong>"They'll get the information from you at Area 12, but first I'm gonna enjoy using you, you super cunt."</strong>  He forced himself inside her, the water from her shower providing plenty of lubrication.  She cried out in both shock and pain, trying to kick him but no use.  Another soldier watched, smirking as she began to cry.  Normand enjoyed the tight feeling of her tender young pussy, and it wasn't long before jets of hot, sticky cum began to spurt inside her.  He took a moment to catch his breath, before standing up straight and forcing the girl's hands behind her back.  She wanted to resist, but couldn't muster it anymore.  He soon had cuffs on her hands, and he left her lying on the table.<br/><br/>He'd just zipped up his fly when another soldier came in, <strong>"Looks like the others got away.  We're going to try and run IDs off the security cameras and follow them."</strong>  Normand nodded, <strong>"Good.  Get this one bagged and tagged, then we'll return to base."</strong>  The girl, Ronda Dillinger, didn't even resist as she was pulled up and marched downstairs.  Normand watched her go, remembering her tight little body, before hefting his pulse rifle and heading for the roof.  He'd grab the helicopter up and they'd try and track the escaped supers from the air.  If they got away, they had one for home base to toy around with before they got around to disposing of her.  Just another day in SPECTRE.</span>