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And hey, howzabout, as a wacky kind of idea, if you like this story you actually let me know about it, and send me some feedback? It's a crazy idea, but it's just crazy enough to work! Dimitri - dimitri_resides@yahoo.com Iron Man : Evolution 1. The Fellow laughed. "You'll be laughing on the other side of your face in a minute, ya fucking punk!" snapped Happy Hogan, his fists up in the classic boxers stance,"This is your last chance, now back off!" An hour earlier, the city - and it seemed the whole country as well, according to the news reports - had been blasted with a powerful telepathic message from beings proclaiming to have defeated The Avengers and backing up that claim with horrifying mental images of the heroes lying bruised and battered on the ground. But it had been the image of Iron Man - his armor cracked and broken, unmoving on the shattered concrete of the street - that had prompted his P.A, Pepper Potts, to call her estranged husband, Happy Hogan down to the Office. They were in Lake Washington, Seatle, where Tony Stark had recently moved as he set up the newest branch of Stark Enterprises. Their boss was rebuilding and re-strengthening the company after just barely fighting off a hostile takeover by Fujikawa Incorporated, and they were basically following around like his personal retinue, not doing much of anything other than offering moral support to their boss. Happy had rushed around to the house, being delayed by some of the startling lawlessness overtaking the city, whether as a result of the telepathic message or the baffling (and perhaps connected) destruction of several Police Preceints in the area. Moments after his arrival, while still embracing his terrified wife and trying to calm her down, the house had come under attack by just one man, fighting his way easily past Stark's very impressive Security Systems. He was dressed similarly to The 'Fellows' who had been in the telepathic message. Now Happy faced the man, trying to intimidate him with his imposing bulk and large fists, his knuckles cracked and broken from years of fighting. "You want to face ME?" laughed The Fellow, as if the very idea was hilarious,"Don't you know who I am? What you are?" "I know what you're going to be if you don't back off, buddy," Happy growled back,"And that's a bloody pulp!" The Fellow just shook his head with a rueful smile, then raised his fists loosely, in a mocking parody of Happy's own fighting stance. "Come then, ape," he chuckled,"Teach me a lesson." Happy's instinct was to circle around his opponent, sizing him up and looking for an opening. But in this case, he had to keep himself between Pepper and The Fellow, so he just stood in place, bobbing lightly up and down with what he hoped was an intimidating look. The Fellow moved forward and Happy took a exploratory jab, which The Fellow easily dodged. His grin was not so mocking now, he actually seemed to appreciate what Happy was doing, and if he didn't actually respect the former boxer, he at least seemed to be taking the fight seriously. The Fellow moved quickly to his left and Happy moved to block him. Quick as a snake, The Fellow changed direction and moved past Happy easily, making the bigger man swing about to try and stop him. This caused Happy to overextend himself, and The Fellow slapped him hard on the back, causing him to lose his balance. As he began to fall, The Fellow moved up beside him and slammed him hard in the belly with a crushing blow, doubling over the former boxer and driving him to his knees. "Pulp, old man?" chuckled The Fellow,"Shall I beg now or after you've hit my fists with your body a few more times?" Happy pulled himself to his feet with a grunt, and turned to face The Fellow again. His opponent raised an eyebrow, then nodded slightly, as if in approval of a child. "You have spirit, for a monkey," chuckled The Fellow, then his face became deadly serious suddenly and he hit Happy directly in the face with three lightning quick jabs, jerking Happy's head back with each hit, bloodying his nose. "HAPPY!" squealed Pepper, standing in the corner of the room, desperately looking for something to attack this madman with. "Come on, primate!" laughed The Fellow, dropping his arms,"I'll give you a free shot!" Happy growled low in his throat and swung a clumsy right at the man, then pulled it back and slammed his right hard into his opponents stomach, thinking to catch him unexpected. It was like hitting an iron wall, the man's stomach was either clenched or he was wearing some kind of protective gear. As Happy gritted his teeth in pain, thinking these thoughts, his opponent laid into him, pummeling him with blow after blow, knocking Happy to the ground but not stopping, viciously kicking and raining blows down on the now prostrate man. "I am The New Humanity!" screamed The Fellow, savagely kicking Happy,"You dare to challenge me!?! I am your superior in every way!" A glass globe smashed into the side of his head, smashing into a thousand fragments, water and small flecks of fake snow smashing against his head. His head didn't even move, and a second later he was turning to stare at Pepper Pots, who had smashed the snow-globe with as much force as she was able into his head, a smug grin on his face. "Kinky bitch, aren't you?" Pepper's mouth dropped in shock, unable to comprehend this bizarre course of events, how was any of this possible? She stumbled backwards, her only thought to escape from this madness, and bumped into the door to Tony's Home Office. Instantly her mind hit on the memory of the secret Armory he had beneath the house, perhaps she could get to it on time and put on a spare suit. "Now now, dear, not so quickly," laughed The Fellow,"I enjoy the hunt, of course, but I've just conquered your protector, that makes you mine now." He leaped across her Office in a single bound, his knees flexing as he landed, absorbing the impact of the landing, allowing him to spring back upwards and forward, landing hard against her back and knocking her to the ground. The wind was knocked out of her, a terrible aching pain deep in her lungs as she tried to suck air back into them. "That's right, dear," chuckled The Fellow, breathing harshly into her ear,"Get lots of air in there, you'll be needing it to scream my name soon enough... it's Foren by the way." Her mind, dazed and in shock as a result of her entire world being turned upside down within a matter of hours, seemed incapable of anything else other than wondering why he would tell her his name was Foriegn. She soon forget this, though, when his hands grabbed the sides of her jeans and began pulling them down. "HUuuuuuuGGGGHHH!!!" she cried, sucking in a huge lungful of air,"NO! DON'T!" "You Old Humanity just don't get it, do you," chuckled Foren,"You really think you still have any say in your life, don't you?" He left her jeans around her ankles, holding her down on the plush carpet of Tony Stark's Office with the weight of his body as he grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled it back, stretching them to their utmost before they finally tore and ripped away, revealing her round, white ass. "No! No No nononono!" cried Pepper, her blue eyes wide and frightened, her head tossing from side to side. Her freckled face was contorted in fear and disbelief and what she knew was about to happen, only reinforced when she heard the rustle of a toga being pulled up over a waist. "Oh yes, yes yes yesyes!" chuckled Foren, his body pressing firmly down against hers, grabbing his cock with one hand and parting her struggling legs easily with the other. Pepper cried out in denial as she felt his member press against her open, fur-lined slit, and then he was inside of her, parting her cunt-walls and burrowing deep inside of her pussy. Pepper moaned unhappily as The Fellow pulled back from inside of her cunt, then slammed forward again, then began a quick humping motion in and out of her cunt, pounding her pussy again and again with his thick cock. The Fellow held tightly to Pepper's shoulders, grunting loudly as he stabbed his cock deeply into her cunt, his teeth gritted in a victorious smile as he enjoyed the fruits of his conquest. Pepper's cheeks ran freely with tears, her cunt churning and clenching involuntarily as The Fellow raped her, thrusting relentlessly into her tender pussy. His hips pushed firmly against her curved, plump ass, his cock slamming in and out of her snatch, which was getting progressively wetter. She groaned in denial, her thighs trembling and quivering as her rapist thrust into her again and again, driving her towards an unwanted orgasm as her boss lay in shattered armor downtown and her estranged husband lay black and blue on the ground of the Office right next to the one she was currently getting raped in. The nude P.A could feel the Fellow's cock swelling inside of her vagina, becoming larger as he approached orgasm, ready to blast his load into her vulnerable pussy. His hands moved down from her shoulders to her naked hips, gripping onto them to better anchor himself as he pumped back and forth against her delicious ass, his shaft punching deep into her cunt. His body pressed hard against hers, hot and hard against her as he pumped his cock in and out of her tight, dripping slit. The speed and strength of his cock thrusts had increased, and the further friction of his cock-flesh pounding through her cunt-walls and over her clitoris was driving the shocked P.A closer and closer towards orgasm. Pepper groaned in denial at the feelings bursting up within her, totally against her will. Her breasts, still contained in her sweater, were throbbing and itching with lustful need as they squashed and rode along the plush carpet. Her stomach clenched and tightened as a powerful orgasm approached, driven on both by the hard fucking she was getting and the pheromones that Foren was pumping out of his body, making her more susceptible than ever to pleasurable physical stimuli. Foren stared excitedly down at Pepper's curved ass and his thick cock pressing deep inside her parted cunt-lips, groaning happily as he took her as his own, by right of conquest over the man who had tried to protect her. He slid back and forth between her spread ass-cheeks, his rock hard shaft fucking in and out of her tight, clasping cunt. Each time he pulled back from her sucking cunt, he stared down at his glistening cock-flesh, loving the sight of his meat penetrating Pepper's pussy from behind, enjoying even more the feeling of her tight cunt accepting his cock readily now, even more the sound of her his crotch slapping against her sweaty ass... but most of all the sounds of her moans and whimpers of pleasure as her body took over her mind. He thrust powerfully against her, hunching forward against her ass, laughing as she began to push back, meeting his cock thrusts with her curved ass, allowing his to grind his long, hard prick into her hot, juicy snatch again and again. Foren lifted Pepper's ass up higher and drove his prick deeper than ever into her slick cunt with more force than ever, fucking the cute P.A hard. "Take it, bitch!" he roared,"You're mine now, take it!" He stabbed his cock into her again and again with wild, hard thrusts, pounding his cock home again and again, arching his back, hands gripping tightly to her hips, pulling her cunt back hard against his crotch, grinding against her pussy and ass hard. His hips smacked against her curved ass, the sound accentuated by the slurping noise of her cunt gripping and sucking back on his cock as he raped her with hard, powerful strokes. Now they both gasped and cried out for the same reason, pleasure, and both were approaching climaxes. Foren’s was anticipated and desired, but a small part of Pepper still tried to hold out against what was now inevitable. But she could not, and her orgasm hit with all the force of a tidal wave. She squealed and screamed like an overworked machine as Foren continued fucking her savagely, ramming his hard cock again and again into her now spasming, quivering cunt. Ripples of orgasmic fury rode through Pepper's body, centralizing in her cunt, vibrating through into Foren's thrusting cockmeat, sending him, too, over the edge of his orgasm. With a loud cry, The Fellow's body stiffened and lurched against her shaking, pounding ass, his prick pulsing and jerking before finally releasing and pumping jets of hot, creamy jism deep up inside of Pepper's quivering, orgasming cunt. He collapsed on top of her, pressing firmly against her curved, plump ass, cock buried balls deep into her cunt, which was now over-running with her juices, her clit pressing hotly against the carpet, which was soaked with her pussy-juices. She lay beneath him, struggling to catch her breath, her plump handfuls of tit-flesh squashed against the carpet, her quivering legs spread wide, her freckled face flushed and red with sexual release, her eyes clouded in confused sexual pleasure. She'd just been raped, but she'd enjoy it? Was it really rape? Why had she resisted? What was wrong with her? Why was she thinking things like this for? A new pheromone began pumping out of Foren's body, a natural adaptation as his spent body was temporarily vulnerable before it could renew itself. It made Pepper docile and relaxed, which, combined with the sexual flush through her body, put all thoughts of resistance right out of her mind. - Foren - whispered a voice in The Fellow's head, making him instantly become alert. "The Mental Discipline deigns to speak with me? I am honored," chuckled Foren mockingly,"To what do I owe the pleasure?" - Your work is not done yet, Foren - spoke the voice, - You were sent here for a reason, and it was not to violate women and beat up on the Lesser's. - "I don't need you to tell me what to do," grunted Foren,"I am more than capable of completing my task and asserting my dominance over The Old Humanity." - Complete your task, Foren, - replied The Mental Discipline coldly in his head - Then assert your 'dominance' wherever you like. - Foren didn't like the condescending way they'd said dominance, but decided to let it slide... for now. Getting up, he dropped his toga back down over his waist and moved to the back of Stark's Office, his enhanced vision and other senses seeking out any signs of hidden catches or holographic fronts. "Aha!" he chuckled, and shifted the molecules in his arm, reaching through a hidden control panel and shorting it out, which opened the hidden entrance. "Tell my Fellows back on their little island they can stop worrying now," he chuckled,"I have just found Stark's Armory." The Mediterranean, Exact Location : Unknown. -------------------------------------------- Tony Stark awoke slowly, his natural instinct to groan in pain suppressed by a learned instinct to never let your opponent know that you have come around. He was still wearing his armor, but it was cracked and broken, almost useless to him now. Most of the weapons systems were off-line, the structural integrity compromised almost beyond repair. He hadn't been this badly damaged in the fight, this had been done to his armor afterwards which indicated..... what? - They're afraid of the armor for some reason? - he asked himself, struggling to think clearly with his head pounding and hurt after the immense pressure put on it by his crushed helmet, which was still pressing against his skin. He opened his eyes to slits and looked through the eyepieces in his cracked faceplate. He was in some kind of dungeon, made of stone and wood but obviously sturdy enough to hold them, he had no doubt. The Vision and Captain America were nowhere to be seen, but Justice lay in the center of the dungeon, his face battered and bruised, his costume ripped and torn. He vaguely remembered being awoken, strange memories of Carol, Wanda and Angelica naked and a dull anger that had quickly faded before being led like a sheep through crowds of cheering citizens, who seemed to have sided with the enemy for some bizarre reason. He also vaguely remembered that Justice had fought far past the point Tony had fallen into apathy, which probably accounted for his bruised appearance on the floor. He pressed his chin against the toggle on his faceplate, which activated the computer. He suppressed a sigh of relief when it came online, he hadn't voice activated it because he suspected he was under surveillance, and wanted to give no indication that he was once again conscious. Slowly, painfully he manipulated the computer commands with the directional toggle set into the chin-guard of his armor, designed for just this sort of occasion. He tried to bring up any kind of communication channel or network, but failed, all communications were being blocked somehow. Next he tried to activate his GPS (*) system, but could not access it. - Which means I'm either off-planet or somewhere that's a GPS blindspot - he thought groggily. That was no problem, there was more than one way to get a basic geographical location. He used the scanners remaining to his computer to take atmospheric samples and the make-up of the dirt and rocks in the cell, cross-referencing it against his geological and atmospheric files. - Somewhere in The Mediterranean, - he thought as the results came up, - Doesn't help much, there are a lot of islands out that way, we could be on any one of them. - His revelry was cut off as the door to the cell opened and three men similar to those he'd faced entered. He immediately closed his eyes and shut down his computer with his chin, feigning unconsciousness. "He's awake," muttered one Fellow indifferently, barely even glancing at Iron Man,"I'll grab him, you grab the other meat." The other Fellow, looking bored, stooped down and hauled Justice over his shoulder without the slightest sign of exertion. The first moved up to Iron Man, who kept his eyes shut, keeping up the facade of unconsciousness in case he was being tested. "Pathetic," muttered The Fellow, and ripped Iron Man free from the chains holding him to the wall. The armored Avenger took his opportunity, lashing out with a fist, relying on brute force now that his weapon systems were off-line. The Fellow caught the fist easily, an arrogant smirk on his face, and suddenly felt his body tingling and shaking. With a gasp of pain, his molecules were expanded and shifted, merging momentarily with the armor and then being pulled through it. He dropped to his knees, solid again and dressed only in a form fitting black tunic which had been wired into the armor. The bastard had phased him, much like The Vision could do to himself and Kitty Pryde of eXcalibur could do to others, but he had left Iron Man's molecules in close enough phase to the armor's to make the shift extremely painful. "Technology is a crutch of The Old Humanity," The Fellow muttered, curling his lip in disgust,"In this new world of ours, you and all the rest of your pathetic race will survive based on the merits of your physical body." "No room for librarians, then?" he gasped. A grin spread over The Fellows face and he laughed,"Brave, are we? Maybe you might last more than a few days in our new world order." He pulled Tony to his feet roughly and propelled him forward towards the door, the inventor/engineer/industrialist struggling to keep his balance. He was led down a long, winding corridor to the outside, his eyes stinging in the brightness of the sun. The tang of salt air and the general look of the surroundings indicated he'd been right, they were somewhere in the Mediterranean, but he still had no idea where. He looked around him, noting the recently reinforced temples and statues, the latter having been altered slightly to make the classical features appear closer to the general features of The Fellows Of The Physical Discipline. "Isn't that cheating," Tony forced out, wanting to show his defiance,"Changing the statues so you look like the perfect people." "The Greeks were great people, but they were of The Old Humanity," replied one of The Fellows,"We have simply... corrected the mistakes in their statues." "I wonder if The Nazi's would have done the same had they won the war," mused Tony,"Nothing quite like re-writing history, is there?" "Quiet!" snapped The Fellow, smacking Tony in the back and sending him stumbling forward. Justice was thrown roughly to the ground, groaning lightly, still unconscious. Tony was driven to his knees, gritting his teeth and refusing to cry out in pain, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of seeing his pain. They were in some sort of theater, like a smaller version of the fighting arena of the ancient Roman gladiators. Ringing around them were beautiful marble steps set with marble pillars at the back of each section of steps. The arena was about half filled, close to four hundred people sitting on the steps in togas that now seemed extremely comfortable and sensible, given the pulsing heat that was even now trapping itself inside Stark's tight black tunic, making him sweat profusely. None of The Fellows were even slightly perspiring. Ahead of them, set up in a box set slightly ahead of the other seats, were a group of ten Fellows that seemed to radiate a quiet power just beneath the surface. One of them stood and moved forward, coming to the edge of the railing ten feet above Tony and Justice, staring down at them with something approaching sympathy. He was different to the others, and Tony wondered if perhaps he was facing the leader of these Fellows Of The Physical Discipline. He had a beard, which seemed strange, as all the others were clean shaven, and his chest was lightly peppered with ginger hairs, even his own hair was more reddish than blonde. "My name is Justin," said the man,"I was of The First, I rule as part of the Conclave Of The First until a clear leader can step forth, that is our way and it will be yours as well." "By what right do you think you can...." started Tony, his throat hoarse. "BY RIGHT OF CONQUEST!!" roared Justin, his face furious all of a sudden, startling Tony into taking a step back. "BY RIGHT OF CONQUEST!" roared the crowd as one, echoing their spokesman. "We are The New Humanity," said Justin, calming himself,"We have defeated you Avengers, we are on our way to defeating the rest of this pathetically under developed world. We will led them into this new Millennium fulfilling the potential they have always squandered, the Old Humanity are children that need a strong guiding hand, they need to know discipline and fear to separate the strong from the weak." "Supermen, huh?" muttered Tony,"Forgive me if I'm not impressed." Justin smiled approvingly, pleased at the defiance, then his smile became hard, and reached down behind the rail. With one hand he lifted the prostrate form of The Vision, clutching the limp android by the head. "Technology is a crutch of The Old Humanity," he stated coldly, his eyes boring holes into Tony,"Used by the weak to do their work for them, it is unacceptable in The New Humanity." With a shocking crunch, Justin closed his hand down into a fist and shattered The Vision's head like it was made from glass. Tony's eyes widened and his mouth fell, he felt a dip wrenching in his stomach and a coldness settling through his body as it threatened to go into shock. This... this.... this monster had just killed The Vision! Justin threw The Vision's headless body contemptuously down to the arena floor. "You are of The Old Humanity, Tony Stark!" roared Justin,"You have used the technology to put yourself above the others, by what right do you do this? You are nothing without your armor! Your mind in bright, yes, but not bright enough to evolve you into the next level of Humanity, like our Fellows Of The Mental Discipline. You must prove yourself to us now, prove that you are worthy to live in our new world!" Tony stared in shock at The Vision's headless body, then turned his gaze on Justin, his eyes brimming with fury. "You judge me because I made something with MY MIND!?! Something with MY HANDS!?! You say I don't deserve to live in some fucked up idea of a fascist new world because I didn't gain my powers by a twist of fate or a random accident!?!" He stood with fists clenched at his sides, his body trembling with fury as he poured out his anger on the only available target - Justin, spokesman for The Fellowship Of The Physical Discipline. "The whining words of a petulant child," Justin replied dismissively,"You will fight Vance Astrovik, whom you know as Justice, and you will do it now, and you will not stop until one of you is dead." "Fuck you!" snapped Tony, to the shock of the assembled Fellowship. Justice groaned and got onto his hands and knees, raising his head and looking about him in confusion. "Vance Astovik!" cried Justin,"You will prove your worthiness to exist, you will fight Tony Stark, whom you know as Iron Man, and you will do it now, and you will not stop until one of you is dead." "Wha? Huh?" gasped Vance,"Tony Stark is... Iron Man?" "Pathetic," muttered one of The Conclave behind Justin,"Even the most injured of our Fellows would awake alert and ready to battle, this so-called Avenger just proves our contempt for The Old Humanity is well placed." Vance pulled himself to his feet and staggered to Tony's side, staring down in shock at The Vision's beheaded body. "Whoa? Vish? Who did this?" "Vance Astrovik!" cried Justin,"You will fight Tony Stark, and will do it now! And if you do not, then SHE will know pain unlike any other has ever felt!" Vance looked up, confused, and cried out in shock at the sight of his fiancee, Angelica Jones, held up by her long red hair, naked and groaning. "Angel!" he cried, and pink energy blasted from his eyes at Justin. It hit an invisible barrier and dispersed into nothing, and the assembled Fellowship laughed in contempt. "I will take her myself, here and now," snapped Justin,"The right is mine, by conquest, to do what I want with her. However, you can win her back by that same right, defeat Stark, defeat the others we send at you and your Angel is yours again." He threw her to the ground, lost to sight behind the ornate, carved railing,"Make your decision now, Vance Astrovik, will you meekly submit and lose all usefulness to us and watch as we take your woman again and again?" he stared darkly at Justice, then his voice rose and became almost wistful,"Or will you fight for her? Prove your manhood and take her back?" "Justice, don't listen to him," whispered Tony,"Captain America must have gotten away or he would be here with us, and we still don't know where Thor is...." Vance shook his head, his heart and head torn between what he knew was right and his desire to protect his fiancee. "Enough," spat Justin in contempt,"Someone rape the bitch..." "NO!" screamed Justice, and with a roar leaped onto Tony, knocking the bruised, battered Avenger to the ground. The Assembled Fellowship roared in approval as the youngest Avenger found a target for his anger and frustration, cheering as he landed desperate blow again and again onto the Billionaire. Back in the cell where Tony and Vance had been incarcerated, the abandoned armor suddenly twitched and shook. With a groan and rumble as gears pushed and turned against each other, the armor stood up and stumbled back against a wall with a light clanging noise. "Curious," muttered The Vision through the microphone set into the faceplate, designed to change Stark's voice so it wouldn't be recognized,"Barely functional, but a more practical alternative to being in no body at all." Setting himself down, The now Armored Android Avenger began working on a way to re-activate the shut down systems. (*) GPS - Global Positioning System. End Iron Man : Evolution 1. Compliments, Criticisms and/or Requests to : dimitri_resides@yahoo.com