S.H.I.E.L.D. transport craft
Monica’s face took a sadistic grin, she stared at two of the tactical agents turned pups for a long second and they rose up. They quickly grabbed Monica and restrained him as Monica struck, her bite ripped his manhood off. The two forced him onto his back.
“Don’t worry you will heal quickly Bitch. And from now on Benny, you are our packs’ bitch, anyone can use you as they see fit! You wanted to be dominated? You got it!”
To exercise her point she startled the orange wendigo’s face, with a kick she prodded her helpless captive to lick her dampening slit. Monica forced her will on the other agents and they in turn all turned to stare at her.
“Hail Queen Monica!” they said in a trance like daze.
*
New Wendigo Island
“Stay here,” Jen ordered her cubs.
They were gone, she fumed to herself, and they must have found a way to leave. She quieted her mind and reached out… She could feel them, they were surrounded by new cubs. Cubs she couldn’t control. She could fell Benny with them, he was in pain, but somehow he was enjoying his torment. They were heading east. Jen went to the Fantastic Car.
Her Claw depressed the message recorder.
“Please find a way to stop us, if nothing else render us un-infectious.”
Her message recorded she hit a button marked “Emergency Return”. The Fantastic Car roared to life and shot off to the west in the direction that it had been heading.
*
S.H.I.E.L.D. Transport Craft
The female agent that had been at the rear aircraft saw something from the window.
“INCOMING!” she shouted.
Without words their former training took over, the agents pushed the wendigoes into the middle of the shuttle and covered them with cargo nets that they ratcheted down to the floor. The Pilot broke from her haze and started evasive maneuvers. They were too late, the missile struck their left engine causing the shuttle craft to dive down.
*
Xavier school for the gifted
Laura finished signing the receipts for the crates, it was like she had written War and Peace with her name over and over.
“Hay? What the hell is going on with all of this Iron man crap?” Laura shouted once the delivery team left.
“They are protection should we have to face off against the Wendigoes in person,” Professor X said as he towed Kitty in a litter behind his chair.
“How are we going to fight if we fucked to death?” Laura scratched her head.
“Oh, Kitty will be back shortly,” Professor Xavier half smiled, “This isn’t the first time she got tuckerd out from a night with double ended dildos.”
Neither said anything else. Laura went back to the suits and their layers of Kevlar and weaved Stark Armored fabric.
*
New Wendigo Island
Jen watched as the fantastic car continued East, away from New York. After fifteen minutes she saw the vehicle turn and swing to the south. Why had it taken so long for the autopilot to correct its course?
*
Crash site
“Get us out!” Al demanded.
Their cubs quickly released their King and Queen. They had lost two of the agents that had been by the wing. They made their way out of the crashed hulk. They all looked around. Next to the crash was a shack with all sorts of antenna and whatnots on it.
“Can we this be repaired?” Monica demanded of the pilot.
“No Queen,” the Pilot bowed her head, “But we should be rescued by S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“How so?” Al demanded.
“In our briefing, my king, we were told about this automated weather station. It broadcasts to the national weather grids and there is a communications terminal inside that can be used to call for an bird to evacuate us.”
“And when that happens…” Monica had a sadistic grin.