Spare me!

The air in the shattered Oval Office crackled with dust motes and the smell of ozone. On the floor, Homelander stirred. Her eyes fluttered open—confusion giving way to terror as reality slammed in.

She touched her body, fingers brushing the deep navy blue bodysuit with its red piping and gold eagle emblem.

The form beneath was still voluptuous: wide hips, generous breasts heaving beneath the skintight fabric. Blonde hair tumbled in a golden curtain around a face once synonymous with power, now twisted with fear.

She saw the silhouette across the room. Butcher. The Brit was walking closer, her dark leather trench coat flared open. Black jeans hugged strong legs, ending in heavy boots.

Beneath the coat, a dark gray Hawaiian shirt clung to a muscled frame. Short, raven-black hair framed a face that was striking: strong jawline softened by high cheekbones, full lips curled in a sneer, and piercing blue-gray eyes burning with hatred. There was no mistaking it Billy Butcher was fucking hot… and utterly deadly.

Homelander staggered upright, her movements uncharacteristically clumsy. "You!" Her voice cracked. Desperation tightened her chest as she raised a hand. She fired her heat vision.

Nothing.

She pushed off the floor, legs churning as she was trying to fly. Instead of soaring, she lurched awkwardly, stumbling like a drunken toddler.

Her boots scuffed the carpet. She landed hard, palms slamming down. The invincibility she'd known for decades… gone. Kimiko's power-draining beam had worked.

Butcher chuckled, low and harsh. "Shock and fucking awe, girly?" She straightened, her movements predatory. "Blood and bone."

Panic flooded Homelander. With a primal shriek, she launched herself at Butcher. Her punch flew wild. Butcher caught the punch mid-swing. In one fluid motion, she slammed a fist into Homelander's jaw—bones crunching with a sickening THWACK!

Homelander reeled. A follow-up blow connected with her stomach driving the breath from her lungs in a wheezing gasp. She doubled over.

Butcher seized her shoulder, hauling her upright. Her voice dripped venom.

"This…" she slammed Homelander's face with a vicious uppercut that sent teeth flying and blood spraying from shredded lips, "…is for FRENCHIE!"

Two more brutal jabs knocked Homelander sprawling. She crashed to her knees, gasping. Butcher straddled her.

Nine rapid-fire punches rained down on Homelander's head and face—each impact like a sledgehammer.

Blood poured from her nose, her mouth, a split brow. Her perfect face reduced to a crimson mask of agony.

Homelander collapsed backward onto the floor. A wet groan escaped her bloody mouth. "P-p-please…" Her voice was a broken whine. "…stop! I spared you before! I let you live!"

Butcher ignored her, walking towards the debris of the fallen desk. She picked up a heavy crowbar, rust-spattered iron that felt satisfyingly brutal in her grip.

"I'll give you Vought!" Homelander babbled, spitting a gob of crimson saliva onto the white carpet. She knelt, arms outstretched in pathetic supplication. "Becca… I'll get a shapeshifter to be your wife again! Please, just tell me what you want!"

Around the world, screens flickered to life. Live broadcasts erupted on TVs, phones, digital billboards. Everyone saw. The once-indomitable Homelander: beaten, bleeding, groveling.

Butcher paused, turning the crowbar slowly in her hands. The tentacles stirred beneath her skin, hungry.

"Anything!" Homelander sobbed. "I'll suck your dick! I'll eat shit, okay? ON LIVE TELEVISION, I'll fucking EAT IT!" Mascara streaked her cheeks in black rivulets.

Her eyes were wide with frantic desperation. "JUST NAME YOUR FUCKING PRICE!"

The global audience watched, mesmerized and horrified. Millions of eyes glued to screens showing the goddess brought low.

Butcher's smirk widened. "Anything?" Four thick, dark red tentacles exploded from beneath her Hawaiian shirt, tearing the fabric with a savage RIIIIIIP! They hovered menacingly above her, each tip glistening with viscous black secretion.

They pulsed, thick veins rippling along their lengths. One brushed Butcher's cheek, leaving a slick trail.

Homelander recoiled. "No! Madelyn promised this wasn't real! She PROMISED!" She kicked weakly at Butcher. "THIS ISN'T REAL! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I AM HOMELANDER!"

Butcher kicked her hard in the ribs, sending Homelander sprawling. "No. You ain't nothing." Tentacles lashed out, snaking around Homelander's limbs with terrifying speed and strength. They slammed her down onto the conference table, spreading her arms and legs wide in a X-shape.

Her blue bodysuit ripped, exposing pale skin slick with sweat and fear.

"No, no, no…" Homelander whimpered. But her traitorous body responded to the forced vulnerability. A hot flush spread between her legs, a shameful wetness staining the crotch of her suit.

The scent of arousal, musky and unwanted filled the air.

Butcher tossed the crowbar aside. It clattered on the floor. Her hand dropped to her jeans, popping the top button. She smiled, revealing sharp white teeth.

"This… this is for Becca." A tentacle hovering near her cheek lashed down. The tip forced its way past Homelander's bloodied lips. It invaded her throat, thick and slimy, making her gag violently.

Butcher's eyes narrowed, watching Homelander gagging helplessly on the probing tentacle. The Supe's muffled whimpers sent a jolt straight to Butcher's groin.

But not yet. First, she wanted to explore the body she'd fantasized about destroying.

She reached down, her fingers strong and rough. She gripped Homelander's chin, forcing her head back as the tentacle slid deeper down her throat.

"Look at me while I ruin you." Butcher growled, her voice thick with contempt.

Tears streamed from Homelander's terrified eyes, mixing with the blood and spit dripping down her chin. The tentacle pulsed, its secretions forcing her throat to convulse around its girth.

Butcher's other hand moved to Homelander's chest. She shredded the front of the navy blue suit, baring those massive breasts. Her palm flattened against Homelander's sternum, sliding roughly over the soft flesh, her fingers sinking in.

She grabbed a nipple, already hard despite Homelander's horror, and twisted sharply. The Supe arched, a strangled scream muffled by the tentacle.

Butcher released the nipple, leaving a angry red mark, before trailing her hand lower. Over Homelander's ribs, her flat stomach, her fingers lingering just above the waistband of the tattered suit.

"Let's see how 'indestructible' your cunt really is," Butcher murmured.

Her fingers dipped beneath the ripped fabric, seeking the heat between Homelander's legs. They met slick, wet folds. Homelander's traitorous body had flooded her cunt in terror and humiliation.

Butcher chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Already so wet for me?" She ground the heel of her hand against Homelander's clit, rubbing hard and rough.

The tentacle in Homelander's throat pulsed rhythmically, matching Butcher's hand. It withdrew slightly only to plunge deeper.

Butcher watched the bulge in Homelander's throat as it stretched around the tentacle. She slid two fingers into the Supe's dripping hole, pumping them brutally.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, competing with Homelander's choked gurgles.

"Think you can take more?" Butcher asked, but it wasn't a question.

She forced a third finger inside Homelander's cunt, stretching her wide.

Homelander's body spasmed on the table, her bound limbs straining against the tentacles. Butcher leaned in, her lips almost brushing Homelander's blood-smeared ear.

"You're mine now."

She pulled her fingers out, glistening with Homelander's juices. Butcher brought them to her own mouth, tasting it. Her eyes rolled back slightly.

"Ready to see what real power feels like?"

The tentacle in Homelander's throat withdrew, leaving her gasping and coughing. For a split second, relief flooded her.

Butcher straightened, her movements cruel. Her hand moved to her jeans again, undoing them slowly, savoring Homelander's frantic gasps as she realized what was coming.

She shoved them down past her hips, revealing the monstrous cock that hung heavy between her legs.

It was large, nearly two feet long, easily the width of Butcher's fist, thick veins snaking along its pulsing length. The head was dark, swollen, already glistening with precum.

Homelander's eyes widened in pure, animal terror. She bucked wildly against her tentacle bonds, shaking her head violently. "N-n-nnooo!" she wailed. "Please… no! You'll kill me! It won't fit!"

Butcher just laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. She stroked her massive shaft once, twice, a bead of precum welling at the tip and dripping onto Homelander's trembling stomach.

"Aye? And where do you think this is gonna go, love?"

She slapped the heavy cockhead against Homelander's fluttering abdomen, leaving a sticky smear. "Not your tight little arsehole. Not yet."

Homelander sobbed, the sound raw and broken. "P-please… mercy! It'll rip me apart! Please don't—"

Her pleas choked off as Butcher angled her cock down. She pressed the blunt head against Homelander's slick entrance.

There was resistance, a desperate clench of Homelander's inner muscles. Butcher leaned her weight forward, pushing relentlessly. "Open up, cunt," she grunted. The enormous head stretched Homelander impossibly wide, forcing its way past her labia.

Homelander's back arched off the table, her scream ripping through the room. The sound of wet flesh tearing mixed with her cries of agony.

Butcher grit her teeth, shoving harder. Inch by brutal inch, she buried her colossal cock into Homelander's protesting hole. It was a savage, inescapable intrusion.

The tentacle restraining Homelander's hips shifted, forcing her legs wider apart, making her even more vulnerable.

Butcher leaned back slightly, watching the vulgar sight. Half her impossible length was already inside. Her stomach began to visibly distend.

"Feel that?" Butcher panted, her voice ragged with sadistic glee. "Feel every fucking inch splitting you open?" She withdrew slightly, the friction causing Homelander to whimper pitifully, then slammed back in.

A wet SQUELCH echoed as another foot of throbbing cock was rammed into her. Homelander's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing.

Her belly bulged grotesquely. She looked pregnant with the monster impaling her, the outline of the massive shaft pressing against her skin.

"Oh god…" she gasped, breathless from the shock and pain. "I can't… oh god, it hurts… stop…"

Butcher gripped her hips with bruising force, her pelvis meeting Homelander's stretched cunt. She was fully seated now, the base of her cock grinding against the Supe's clit. The sheer depth made Homelander feel like she was being cleaved in two.

"Not stopping til you bleed, bitch," Butcher snarled. And began to thrust.

Butcher started to move, drawing her immense cock almost all the way out of Homelander's ravaged cunt before slamming it back in to the hilt. The motion was slow at first, letting Homelander feel every brutal inch dragging against her inner walls.

The sound of wet flesh smacking echoed through the ruined Oval Office. Homelander screamed with every thrust, her voice growing hoarser by the minute. "STOP! PLEASE! YOU'RE RIPPING ME APART!"

Butcher ignored her, her thrusts growing harder, more erratic. Her heavy balls slapped against Homelander's ass, adding to the painful assault.

The force of each impact shook the sturdy table. Homelander's bulging stomach jolted with each thrust. Blood, slicker than her own arousal, began to seep around the massive cock stretching her entrance.

Homelander tried to twist away, but the tentacles held her brutally immobile. Her eyes were wide with mindless panic.

Suddenly, another dark red tentacle, thicker than Butcher's wrist, coiled near Homelander's face. Before she could react, it slithered past her bloody lips and forced its way down her throat.

Her scream cut off instantly, replaced by desperate, choking gurgles. The tentacle pulsed rhythmically, flooding her throat with viscous black secretion, silencing her effectively. Her mouth stretched wide around the invading tendril.

Tears poured down her face, mingling with the sweat and blood.

Butcher sneered down at her. "Quiet now."

She gripped Homelander's hips even tighter and began pistoning in and out with jackhammer force. Her cock, glistening with blood and arousal, drove into the Supe with savage efficiency.

Each thrust sent waves rippling through the stretched skin of Homelander's stomach, visible proof of the monstrous cock buried inside her.

As Butcher continued her brutal ravagement, another tentacle emerged from beneath her shirt. It slithered down over Homelander's quivering thigh and nudged insistently against her clenched asshole.

Homelander tensed even further, eyes flying wide above the tentacle gagging her. She shook her head frantically, muffled sobs vibrating the tentacle in her throat.

"Relax that virgin hole," Butcher hissed, not slowing her thrusts. "Or this is gonna hurt worse."

She didn't give Homelander a chance to comply. With a harsh grunt, Butcher shoved her cock deep inside the Supe's cunt and held it there, grinding. At the same time, the tentacle pushed firmly against Homelander's anus.

The Supe's muffled scream tore through the gagging tentacle as the thick, oozing appendage forced its way past her resisting muscle. The sound of tearing flesh was sharp in the air.

Butcher pushed deeper, the tentacle sliding into Homelander's bowels, stretching her impossibly fuller. Homelander arched off the table, every muscle taut as agony overloaded her system.

Now fully impaled both front and rear, Homelander could only writhe helplessly. Two massive intrusions pulsed inside her—Butcher's cock in her cunt, the tentacle in her ass, both moving with cruel synchronicity.

The rhythmic slap of Butcher's groin meeting Homelander's stretched, violated flesh was loud. Sweat glistened on Butcher's forehead as she focused, her powerful thighs driving the relentless assault.

"Take it," Butcher grunted through clenched teeth, her cock swelling even thicker inside Homelander. "Take every fucking inch of my vengeance."

As the brutal rape unfolded, the world watched in stunned, horrified silence. On streets and in offices, bars and bedrooms, billions were transfixed by screens showing the Oval Office.

The shaky, handheld camera footage flickered. It focused on the table where Homelander was spread-eagled, her once-mighty body reduced to a rag doll impaled on Butcher’s massive cock and the invasive tentacles.

Her face, streaked with blood and mascara, was a mask of agony, her mouth stretched wide by the gagging tentacle.

Her stomach bulged our, distended by the impossible size of the shaft inside her. Blood and thicker fluids glistened on her inner thighs, matting her blonde hair to her skin.

Butcher's snarls filled the audio: "Feel that, ya murdering cunt? Feel every inch I'm feeding you?" Her powerful hips drove relentless thrusts, the wet sounds of violation loud enough to echo through speakers across the globe.

The tentacles restraining Homelander’s limbs flexed and writhed, keeping her splayed despite her frantic bucking.

New York City: A crowd huddled outside a Times Square electronics store. A giant screen displayed the feed.

A teenage girl clutched her boyfriend's arm, face pale, tears streaking her cheeks. "Oh god, stop filming!" she whispered, unable to look away.

An old man nearby stared, jaw slack, muttering prayers under his breath.

London: In a bustling pub, the rowdy chatter died as patrons turned towards the TV mounted above the bar.

Glasses paused halfway to lips. A collective gasp rose as Butcher withdrew her monstrous cock halfway, glistening with blood and other fluids, only to slam it back into Homelander’s ravaged cunt.

A drunken lout jeered, "Serves 'er right, the bitch!" before a bartender snarled, "Shut your fucking mouth."

Los Angeles: In a high-rise office, employees stood frozen at their desks. Monitors blazed with the same horrific scene.

One woman retched silently into her trash bin. Others whispered frantically, phones forgotten in their hands.

The silence was thick, broken only by the choked whimpers echoing through speakers.

Around the world, the broadcast played on. There was no escape. Every thrust, every muffled scream, every obscene bulge of Homelander's belly—all captured in brutal clarity.

"Feel that, ya murdering cunt?" Butcher growled, her voice rough with exertion as she pounded into Homelander's ravaged body. She gripped Homelander's bulging stomach, fingers digging in, feeling the outline of her own massive cock distending the flesh beneath.

Her thrusts became more deliberate, each withdrawal dragging agonizingly across Homelander's violated entrance.

"Every cunt and bastard in the world sees you now!" Butcher sneered, her breath hot on Homelander's tear-streaked face. "Seein' what a fucking joke you are."

Her tentacles coiled tighter around Homelander's limbs, slick with her own secretions.

The one in Homelander's throat withdrew slightly, allowing the Supe to gasp for breath. A choked whimper escaped her bloodied lips.

"B-b-b—…?" Homelander stammered, her voice raw and shattered.

Butcher silenced her instantly. The thick tentacle in her ass thrust brutally upwards. Simultaneously, the tip of a thinner tentacle emerged from Homelander's mouth, dripping black ooze, coiling briefly in the air before retreating back down her gullet.

Homelander's eyes wide, shock and horror etched into every line of her face. The dual invasion—cock in her cunt, tentacles in her ass and throat robbed her of all coherence. She could only gag and choke around the slick appendages.

Butcher threw her head back, a harsh laugh tearing from her throat. Her rhythm faltered as the pressure built deep within her balls.

"Oh, fuck," she rasped. Her muscles tensed, the veins in her neck bulging. "Almost there."

She leaned over Homelander, her breath hot on the Supe's neck. Her hips began a frantic pistoning motion.

"This… is the end… of Homelander." Each word was punctuated by a brutal thrust that drove her massive cock impossibly deep, grinding against the Supe's battered cervix.

Homelander's body spasmed, a high-pitched, muffled shriek ripping through the gag in her throat as her orgasm ripped through her against her will, purely physical, purely humiliating.

Her internal muscles clamped down on the invaders in agonized pleasure-pain.

Butcher roared. With one final, devastating thrust that lifted Homelander's hips off the table, she unleashed. Her cock pulsed like a firehose deep within Homelander's wrecked cunt.

Jets of thick, hot cum flooded Homelander's womb. Butcher shuddered violently, emptying herself into the broken Supe. At the same time, the tentacle deep in Homelander's throat pulsed.

It erupted, spewing globs of sticky, pearly-white cum mixed with its own black secretion. The fluid gushed up Homelander's throat and burst out of her mouth, painting her face in white streaks.

More jets sprayed across her breasts and stomach, drenching her already-filthy skin.

With a final, guttural grunt, Butcher hauled Homelander upright. Powerful tentacles wrapped around the Supe's battered limbs like thick vines, hoisting her body off the table.

Butcher rose behind her, her immense cock still buried to the hilt in Homelander's violated cunt. She angled their bodies towards the fallen camera continued to record relentlessly.

Homelander hung limply in the air, completely suspended by Butcher's strength and her monstrous appendages. Her head lolled back against Butcher's shoulder, her face a nightmare canvas. The tentacle-gag had finally retreated from her throat, leaving it stretched and coated in black slime, semen and her own saliva drooled freely down her chin, matting her bloodied blonde hair.

Her eyes were rolled back, showing only white, twitching spasmodically beneath fluttering lids. Her mouth was stretched into a desperate, slack O-shape - an "ahhh" of broken ectascy frozen on her lips. The cheeks flushed a feverish crimson, forehead slick with sweat, brows knitted together in overwhelmed confusion.

"Look at ya," Butcher snarled, loud enough for the mic to pick up. "Pathetic fuckin' cocksleeve."

One final, brutal thrust buried her to the balls. With a roar torn from deep in her chest, Butcher erupted again.

Jets of thick, white cum blasted into Homelander's already-flooded depths with explosive force. It felt like being hosed internally.

The tentacles tightened, squeezing Homelander's body as Butcher emptied every last drop of seed into the ruined cunt. The camera caught it all: the violent pumping motion, the rhythmic clenching of Butcher's powerful ass.

Finally spent, Butcher wrenched her colossal cock free. Homelander's body convulsed with the sudden emptiness, a ragged moan tearing from her slack lips.

The moment the enormous head cleared her entrance, the dam burst.

A veritable flood of white cum gushed from Homelander's ravaged hole in a thick torrent. It cascaded down, splashed onto the floor in viscous white puddles. The camera zoomed in on the obscene flood - cum mixed with blood and other fluids forming a spreading pool beneath Homelander's dangling feet.

Kimiko stood near the entrance, rubbing the back of her head. She took a step forward, adjusting her jeans, revealing the unmistakable bulge of her own aroused pushing against the denim.

Butcher turned slowly, her slick, dripping cock still jutting out from her open jeans. A smirk spread across her face.

"Oh," Butcher drawled, her accent thick and menacing. "You want some too?"