Tigra had always had a strong sex drive but since her arrival in this strange new realm, her desires had started to overwhelm her. Her feline body and powers had begun to betray her, her perky breasts swelling to such a ridiculous size that her bikini top could not contain them and taut muscles becoming lost under a layer of fat that made accentuated her natural curves, making her rounder ass cheeks jiggle when she walked or stalked across the forest floor on all fours. She was no longer a dangerous huntress, instead becoming more and more of a helplessly horny plaything, a fuckpet designed for the pleasure of all who came across her.
If the slavers who had came across and captured her had found her just two or three months ago, she might have clawed their eyes out and sent them running with tales of a terrifying tiger-woman. As it happened, they had come across Tigra in one of her many lapses in control, where the simple act of bathing had caused her to go into heat again. She was sliding her long tail deep into her own sex while pinching her fat, furry nipples and yowling with delight when they had tossed ropes around her and bound her. The thought of how she had not fought them but, instead overwhelmed by lust, bent over in the stream and raised her ass cheeks high and slid out her tail out of her pussy in a desperate urge to be mounted made her blush with fury and embarrassment. She had let her hands and feet be chained with no resistance as one of the men slammed his cock deep into her hungry twat. It was only after her orgasm that her mind returned to her and she tried to fight and break free. A leather gag to prevent her using her sharp teeth or even speaking aloud. More humiliating was how easily her new body was primed for sex, how just the act of having her huge breasts groped or a hand between her legs made her get on all fours raise her ass high into the air, presenting herself for sex like a bitch in heat. Her blue bikini bottom was sliced open so just dangling fabric hid her sex, easily moved aside every time she found herself helplessly begging to get fucked. She had let herself be fucked by each of the slavers so many times she had lost count, noticing with shame how both her desire for sex and the weight of her chest increased with each willing violation.
And now, the ultimate of indignities - she was being sold as a slave, her body presented helplessly as a burly eunuch lifted her chains so that her arms were yanked above her head. Her breasts were thrust out helplessly, each one now the size of pumpkins with dark, thick nipples, while her hips and ass wiggled from side to side as she tried to make her feet touch the floor of the wooden platform on which she was being auctioned. Was the eunuch really so tall or had she gotten shorter on top of everything else? And who would now become her owner? Her cat's eyes scanned through the darkness and saw many grinning, horny faces, both male and female.
"Now, shall we begin the bidding at, say, one hundred crowns?" came the voice of the head slaver.
"How about we end the bidding at 500 crowns?" came a shockingly familiar voice, booming with amplification through the night air. "Unless anyone else would care to challenge me?"
Tigra blinked and stared in shock. With a the sound of a whip crack and a whinny, a carriage adorned with gold and driven forward by two russet stallions arrived, making the crowd step aside in order to not be trampled. As the doors opened, a figure in gold and red armor stepped out of the carriage, followed by two scantily-clad Amazons who also seemed strangely familiar. She couldn't believe it - it was Tony Stark!
His helmet seemed to be the only part of his original armor unchanged, the face plate up and revealing his handsome features arranged in a cruel smirk. The rest of his armor was now more medieval than before, with strange symbols and runes laser-etched into their metal plates. He gestured and a sword made of cruel, blue light appeared in his left hand. He casually twirled the "sword" before throwing it into the platform at the feet of the head slaver, making the man yelp and jump back, the sword piercing the wood with a loud sizzling noise. The crowd gathered for the auction began to grumble and whisper in a mixture of fear and anger. Tigra's keen ears could hear each and every word.
"The nerve, using sorcery so openly-"
"-thought only his armor and sword are enchanted?"
"-attack him now, together, we may be victorious!"
"Have a care, they say his armor cannot be pierced-"
"-and his Amazon slaves alone killed thirty men!"
"-now rules the castle in the north with an iron fist!"
The sound of steel sliding against leather rang out as each of the Amazons on either side of Tony Stark pulled out broadswords with hilts of gold and red. Each of them wore no more than golden chain-metal bikinis and thigh-high leather boots dyed crimson, along with small but noticeable collars of red metal around their necks bound with golden padlocks. Her eyes also made out small sigils carved into each padlock. Tigra's eyes widened when she saw their faces. If she could have spoken, she would have cried aloud to ask if Black Widow and Mockingbird were there to save her or to damn her into slavery. Each woman's eyes were wild with bloodlust, daring those around them to start a fight, their new, taller, stronger bodies just as clearly designed for battle as much for as the bedroom.
There was a heightened hush as the murmurs of the crowd died down and the slaver spoke.
"Of- of course, ah, sire!" he babbled nervously. "500 crowns for the animal slave! Sold to- to Lord Stark of the North!"
More grumbles and angry whispers in the crowed at this term of address but no one stood up against Iron Man and his bodyguards, at least, not yet.
Tony gestured with one hand and Mockingbird sauntered up to the stage, the leggy blonde now easily 6' tall. She contemptuously scattered a bag of gold crowns at the feet of the slaver and snatched the chains holding Tigra captive from the eunuch, along with the key in his other hand, carrying the catlike Avenger as if she weighed less than nothing. Her blue eyes seemed distant and cold as Tigra's emerald eyes tried to desperately communicate with hers. She tossed Tigra at Tony's feet without a word, knocking the wind out of her as she did so. Her teeth bit deep into her leather collar with a grunt. Tony looked down at her and smiled.
With a wave of his hand, the energy sword flew back into his palm and disappeared, making the crowd gasp. He knelt down to untie the gag from Tigra's mouth and unchain her wrists and ankles with ease.
"T- Tony? Is that you? I-" Tigra whispered, her voice rough with disuse.
To her shock, Stark just smiled, his eyes unreadable, and snapped a red metal collar around her neck and then fixed a gold padlock in place. She felt a sharp, electric shock as the lock clicked into place and yelped.
"There! Now we'll find good use for you! Widow, throw her into the carriage and then ride up front. Mockingbird, you join us inside and help your new sister understand her new place in life." Tony said, his voice still having the same easy good cheer and charm in it that she remembered, as if nothing about him had changed.
With a shocking sensation of pain, Tigra found herself grabbed by her long, dark hair and tossed into Tony's carriage, landing on a padded seat awkwardly, her legs splayed wide open. Mockingbird strode in shortly thereafter and smiled at her, even as she held Tigra's arms at her side, making the now shorter woman sit upon her lap with her head resting awkwardly against the blonde's big, firm metal-clad breasts.
"Don't fight this." Mockingbird whispered throatily into her ear. "Tony will explain how good this is for you."
She heard the sound of a thunderous blast, two horses whinnying and the door to the carriage snapping shut, followed by the nervous, terrified and angry whispers of the townfolk . . . but none of that mattered. Only the sound of Tony Stark's voice mattered as he stepped gracefully into the carriage and slammed the door shut.
"Hello, Tigra. I've been looking for you . . ." he said in a voice that seemed to make her bones rattle with authority and pussy start to throb.
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