Her invader was deftly adjusting her body at pace, reducing her already miniscule chances of offering even the most token resistance. Muscle Tissue was being rapidly converted into little more than milk, bone structure softened, reflexes deserting her, brain cells being manipulated to leave her ever more terrified and confused. She peered around at her friends and colleagues and their pitiable situations, all hope leaving her.
Whatever else happened - she must maintain her dignity - she was an Agent of Shield, practically a Superheroine; even if this mighty Simian might overpower her, she must who she was, and she could pick up the pieces of whatever happened in time. She drew herself up to her fullest height possible (now a long way of vertical due to the weight of her breasts and her otherwise pitiable condition), and for the briefest moment attempted a resolute snarl - and that was when she catastrophically soiled herself.
As she froze in fresh shame and fear, it lurched towards her. Desperately she tried to move away, but she found her legs virtually frozen in place, a combination of now possessing even the most basic control of them, to allow her only slow stumbling steps. Deciding the best form of defence was attack, she tried to kick out at him, even now expecting her once-familiar training to kick in. She expected to sink to a crouch on one knee, and sweep out his legs from under him. Instead as she managed to shift her weight onto one weakened ankle, it promptly gave way, toppling her to the seat of her pants. Agony wracked through her body, her now non-existent pain thresholds no longer able to sustain even such a glancing blow. And now she was sitting in her own shit!
Frantically she tried to raise herself, but her enfeebled arms were grossly insufficient for the task. As she frantically pushed her fingers into the vile muddy mess of her own creation, she couldn't raise herself even an inch. She looked up in sheer terror; the beast right in front of her now. Her face was a matter of inches from his huge throbbing ballbag, the railroad spike attached to it now directly over her head, it's pre-cum dripping down her naked spine. Bobbi pushed at his ankles feebly, achieving precisely nothing, and sobbing bitterly. She tried to think of anything that she could do...
...And her ever-more limited options were reduced still further as she was grabbed by the throat and lifted into mid air, her legs waving feebly. Now that mighty sword was at her very gates. She swung punches wildly at its mighty torso - agony shot threw her wrists as her symbiote had decided that such actions were inappropriate and they shattered into compound fractures. She wailed in dismay.
Meanwhile the ape, no more fazed than a windscreen after encountering a bluebottle, easily grabbed those mildly irritating hands in his spare beefy paw, gently squeezing to assert his dominance. Fingers and palms were crushed crazily, not a single bone or ligament remaining in place. For one desperate moment Bobbi wondered how she would ever grasp her batons again - and then he thrust her wailing form upon himself, impaling her almost to her larynx.
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