<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1w6Sw.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>Abigail Brand<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>Agent Brand or Ma'am or Miss. Not 'Hydra-Hair.'<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Northern Egypt, Near Port Said<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong> Open, Nightcrawler<br/></span></span><hr/><div class="floatleft">[<br/><br/><strong>Al-Abassi Mosque<br/>Current SWORD Headquarters<br/>Center of Port Said</strong><br/><br/>"Satako," she whispered, her accent no longer sounding harsh as, if only for a single word, she spoke her native tongue, her lips pursing up into an 'o' as she whispered her first name into his ear a mere moment before pressing her soft cheek against his face, feeling the soft, warm, smooth skin covered in the fine fur that covered almost all of his body as his peculiar elongated dual fingers gripped her petite yet curvaceous body, pressing his thin lips against hers for a deeply lustful kiss. Virgin or not, she could kiss, though he easily took control of the embrace. As soon as she felt his hand, and his tail, slide around the small of her back, she started to lean back while his fingers and thumb spreading out, gripping the curves of her plump, soft asscheeks as they pressed against her dark green combat pants.<br/><br/>Her kiss reflected her curiosity, as her tongue quickly slipped between his lips, as she drew his open for the kiss, her tongue flickering over the sharp fang like teeth within his mouth before gently applying the slightest pressure on his own tongue and lips, creating an audible smacking that echoed through the shipping container that was converted into a gym and now was containing the two incredible different lovers. <br/><br/>She started to angle her head, allowing their lips to press together even more smoothly and deep as she felt her soft body pulled in against his strong one, feeling his lean muscles tense as they increasingly held her weight and he realized she was intentionally leaning back, so they could descend to the soft exercise mat below. Her arms meanwhile snaked under his arms, hooking under them and then snaked her hands over his shoulders, pulling herself against him as well, pressing her milky white mounds against his firm, lean chest, as her hands hooked over the top of his shoulders to the point she was practically hanging off of him now. Then closing her eyes, she simply let the sensations take over, barely coming up for breath as her nostrils flared, her breathing becoming hot, her only exhalations being brief, soft moans as she felt her most sordid fantasy come true.<br/><br/><strong>Outside</strong><br/><br/>"Hell are you doing here snake?" Agent Marquez suddenly called out, loudly working the action of his assault rifle as he approached a HYDRA agent, in the trademark green and gold combat fatigues they wore when as the HYDRA agent in question twirled around, Marquez jerked his head back upon realizing it was a female. "I didn't realize HYDRA had a prostitution company attached to their front line units now," he then said spitefully as the female HYDRA trooper noticed Marquez was being flanked by a pair of Kurdish peshmerga soldiers, the ones they were using for security of their headquarters.<br/><br/>"None of your business," she spat back venomously.<br/><br/>"Good. Then get the hell out. There's no reason for you to be in our container park," Marquez then said, taking the time to fix a bayonet to the end of his assault rifle. "And do it quickly," he added, locking the bayonet onto the tip of his rifle for added emphasis of how serious he was. The female HYDRA agent just laughed and shrugged, complying with his demands and walked past them, out of the perimeter. Frowning, Marquez glanced back at the row of containers that the HYDRA woman was gawking at but saw nothing out of the ordinary as he nodded for his Kurdish companions to help escort the intruder out.<br/><br/><strong>Coastal Resort and Hotel<br/>HYDRA/ Maggia Joint Headquarters<br/>Basement</strong><br/><br/>The lips of the woman known as Joystick were spread wide around her 'interrogators' cock, not so much because he was well hung as it was the fact he was forcing his entire length down her throat, his free hand having seized a clump of her thick brown hair, gripping it tightly in a gloved hand as he forcefully thrust his hips into her mouth, smothering his groin against her face as the rest of his body shuddered, then rippled as he emptied a second load into the unwilling mutants mouth, his cock pumping a thick geyser of cum straight down her throat and into her belly before finally he reared his head back, letting out a groan of sheer absolutely relief and delight at dominating her. <br/><br/>As soon as he was spent though, he simply pushed her head off of her cock, while keeping the handgun trained on her head with his other hand as she toppled to the ground. "Fuck..." the well built man with a skull like mask groaned, taking a deep breath as he looked down at the violated mutant, her face marred with dried semen, a black eye and brusies, abrasions and cuts all over her face and neck. Glancing over, he noticed his companion had his gun still trained on her and thus felt comfortable holstering his own pistol before grabbing Joystick by the collar of her uniform and pulled her back up to her knees, wiping his wet and dripping cock onto her face and top to clean it off before pushing her back against the wall again, inducing another fit of dry heaving and coughing as the villainess felt her throat literally burning with pain, as her belly was swilling with the warm semen of her two so-called interrogators.<br/><br/>"I have to admit Larry, if she wasn't going to talk before, she sure as hell won't be able to now," the other man, dressed in a red and white costume said. <br/><br/>"Mr. Fear," the masked man whose first name was Larry said, correcting his companion as he slipped his cock back into his pants. "I bet your first name is stupider then Larry," he then added. "Not that Crossfire is much better."<br/><br/>Crossfire shrugged. "There's a reason I chose it," the former CIA Agent turned supervillain replied before checking his watch. "Count Nefaria should be coming back from the meeting soon. Do you want to tell him that the only thing any of these bitches we have interrogated is the same old shit as before?"<br/><br/>"Master Apocalypse will come back and kill us! Mercy will not be shown!" Mr. Fear wailed in a feigned high pitched voice, waving his arms around in sarcastic terror. He turned to Joystick, her arms bound behind her back with manacles and her legs duct taped together at the knees and ankles. And just to make sure she didn't escape, they even collared her and chained her to the wall as well. Just in case. "That might be true, but we're going to live it up until then girl, at your expense." Mr. Fear turned back to Crossfire. "How ironic is the name Joystick now?"<br/><br/>Crossfire just chuckled. "Pity we don't have more time to really work her over," he then said, his eyes, one natural, one cybernetic, hovering over the rest of her body which was, as of yet, till untouched.<br/><br/>"Well Count's orders. Don't rape any of the named ones," Mister Fear then said, leaving quite apparent that any of the other prisoners they captured weren't given such consideration. "Maybe he's saving her for himself." Crossfire shrugged, suddenlt disinterested in Joystick and glancing down the hallway towards the handful of other 'prisoners' that they had appropriated and were entertaining themselves with via 'interrogation' last night and then glanced back at Mr. Fear. They both smiled. At least there were a few others available.  He then glanced back at the entrance, wondering what the lame purists on their little team were doing since they were too high and mighty to lower themselves to a little rape for R &amp; R.<br/><br/><strong>Main Lobby</strong><br/><br/>"I should be pooping my pants right now," Wilbur Day, the original Stilt-Man said as he watched the surreal variety show that was going on right before his eyes.<br/><br/>"Are those really live grenades?" the Shocker asked. Bombshell laughed and then chucked one out of the window and into the pool out front as it promptly exploded into a plume of water thirty feet up while still juggling the rest of them, chuckling calmly at the stunned look on her fellow villains faces. "How is that possible?"<br/><br/>"These grenades... the spoon needs to pop off but I'm holding it in with a bit of scotch tape," Bombshell, appropriately named not only for her incredible juggling skills, combined with the improbably complimentary expertise in explosives, but also because she was a bombshell in the physical attractiveness department as well. "But if I apply any pressure to the spoon, it'll pop off and kaboom about three to five seconds later," the villainess said casually when the festivities were suddenly disrupted by a muffled scream from down below.<br/><br/>Bombshell stopped juggling the hand grenades, catching each one in hand and started replacing the pins in them, as all three of the villains had annoyed looks on their faces as they glanced at the door leading to the basement. The Shocker rose up. "I could kill them both... easily," he stated, not speaking out of confidence. He pretty much knew his hand to hand skills alone were more then a match for everyone in the room, combined with the fact his costume was armored, masked and his vibro-blasters could knock aside armored vehicles or rattle the She-Hulk, simply was icing on the cake.<br/><br/>"Count's orders," Stilt-Man said distastefully. "He can kill all of us easily."<br/><br/>"Just one grenade," Bombshell said. "Toss it right down there. Put them out of their misery and ours," the villainess said with a sigh.<br/><br/>"Hey losers!" suddenly called out another voice as the trio of supervillains with a minimum of morals turned and saw an as of yet unknown female HYDRA agent approach them. They exchanged curious glances until she walked up right to them. "I just came back from the SWORD playground and you'll have no idea what I just saw scamper into a container with one of their Agents," she then said, still to the puzzlement of the rest of the villains when she glanced down and randomly cupped her breasts. "Oh crap!" she yelped, pressing an invisible button on her wrist as suddenly her form shimmered and a man in the guise of the Spymaster appeared instead. "If I heard correctly, Nightcrawler is going bareback on some Japanese chick as we speak and they want to keep it a secret."<br/><br/>The three villains all shrugged, clearly not caring, though the Shocker did shift somewhat uneasily in his stance and Stilt-Man kinda blushed. Bombshell merely asked the obvious question. "Nightcrawler is here?" <br/><br/>Spymaster nodded. "Oh yeah. The mutant is working with SWORD. Must be Abigail's source on the whole Apocalypse assault," Spymaster said before looking around. "When the rest of the resistance gets word that one of SWORD's senior agents is getting porked by some demonic mutant, shit is going to hit the fan," he said with a laugh as he approached the bar and made himself a drink. He then glanced at the basement. "Are those fuckers still fucking around down there?"<br/><br/>"Yes," the Shocker said. "We were discussing whether to kill them or not," the Spider-man nemesis said nonchalantly.<br/><br/>Spymaster shook his head. "Bad idea. When Apocalypse does kick up here, they'll make useful targets. All that white they wear... it's like a bullseye. And if you get in trouble, just tell them what they've been doing all night. Maybe your captors will get so pissed and be so grateful that you can escape," he said, rationalizing it all out beforehand.<br/><br/>The three villains exchanged glances, the logic satisfying them enough to avert confrontation for now as they took their seats back on the sofa and ignoring the screams and cries from below, tried to distract their minds from the impending doom, or the war crime happening quite literally under their feet. <br/><br/>"So when are Beetle and Ringer supposed to return back from patrol?" Stilt-Man asked, trying to strike up a normal conversation, despite the incredible circumstances.<br/><br/><em>NPC's</em><br/><br/>SWORD:<br/>Agent Hariri (http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Class/PaulaGarces.jpg) (Lebanon): Linguistics and Diplomacy.<br/>Agent Marquez (http://i.imgur.com/xmUcy.jpg) (Philippines): Intelligence Analysis.<br/>Agent Duchamp (http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Guys/PatrickCote.jpg) (Canada): Weapons Specialist.<br/>Agent Fisher (http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Class/PaigeWyatt2.jpg) (United States of America): Reconnaissance Marksman<br/>Agent Tokoro (http://i1001.photobucket.com/albums/af134/MNBlend/Class/AmiTokito.jpg) (Japan): Communications Technician<br/>Agent Kang (http://i.imgur.com/fzF5tH7.jpg) (Kazakhstan): Weapons Specialist.<br/>Provisional Agent Austen (http://i.imgur.com/4vP6csw.jpg) (United States): Underwater Demolitions.<br/><br/>HYDRA/Maggia: (Beggars can't be choosers)<br/>Count Nefaria (http://www.comicvine.com/count-nefaria/29-3229/)<br/>Crossfire (http://www.comicvine.com/crossfire/29-30800/)<br/>Mr. Fear (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._Fear#Larry_Cranston)<br/>Spymaster (http://www.comicvine.com/spymaster/29-10222/)<br/>The Shocker (http://www.comicvine.com/shocker/29-4825/)<br/>Stilt-Man (http://www.comicvine.com/stilt-man/29-2474/)<br/>Bombshell (http://www.comicvine.com/bombshell/29-27882/)<br/>Ringer (http://www.comicvine.com/ringer/29-14046/)<br/> Beetle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leila_Davis)<br/>Dreadnoughts (http://www.marveldirectory.com/individuals/d/dreadnought.htm)<br/><br/>Prisoners:<br/>Joystick (http://www.comicvine.com/joystick/29-4809/)</div>