Rampage's Rampage 1
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It's a trial and the defendant is Rampage! But this is no ordinary court of law, this is the Carnival of Celestial Delights, where the strongest, and sexiest, enjoy their own form of justice!
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The Carnival of Celestial Delights began, and the powerful and the divine filled the dimensional hub with a buzz of activity that most mere mortals would only ever dream to witness. Rampage grimaces in the dark corridor. The door slides open, sending blinding light to the nude figure. She rolls her neck. Happy to be free, she steps out, curious, yet annoyed.
She walks across the arena, and her eyes run across the spectacle she finds herself in. There, thousands of onlookers, dressed in provocative outfits, if wearing anything at all, cheer and shout as she makes her way to the center. Once her feet reach the middle, a light shines on the opposite side, where the door opens to reveal someone else entirely.
Slipping through the comically tiny door, the mountain of a woman emerges, her hair long and flowing, her skin rippling and green, and her lips quirked in a lipstick-accented smirk. She stomps on up, strutting through the main stage like she owns the place, and quite frankly, she just might.
The green woman stops, facing the equally naked Rampage, and she wraps her arms around her bountiful chest, her smirk disappearing.
"Dr. Kitty Faulkner, also known as Rampage, do you know where you are?"
Rampage tilts her head, scowling, growling. "Yeah, I'm at the carnival, having myself a grand old time."
The green woman nods. "That's correct. "The Carnival of Celestial Delights." She spreads her arms wide, showing off a wonderful festival of color and of carnal decadence.
Behind her, another figure sits, this one lounging upon a throne at the best seat of the house. The blue man smiles, his cheek upon his knuckles, resting his elbow on the arm of his throne. Around him is about a half-dozen women tending to his various whims. Among them are three alone working upon the heavy member rising up to gargantuan proportions. It could even be taller than most normal human women. The three ride up against it, licking at the shaft, wrapping their arms around it, nuzzling against his balls. They seem to have their whole bodies full with the process.
The man sighs, stroking the hair of the woman sitting upon his lap, watching her as she wraps her legs around his massive cock, her breasts smushed up against his shaft. She practically makes out with the hood, moaning as she kisses and licks at the massive tip. It had more power than she could ever dream of, and yet she worships it, adores it.
Beside her, the second woman runs her tongue up and down the length, stimulating it with her worship and adoration at the semidivine dick. Her back arches as she stands behind him, rolling up and down his length like a living paintbrush.
On her knees in front of her, the third woman kisses and suckles at his massive balls, taking the opportunity to stimulate both of those massive things, so full and virile. They are the things of legends, like ponderous orbs that anyone could get lost in.
Even with all of this attention, the man is more interested in what's going on down in the arena below, throwing a wink down to the green woman.
She glances back towards him, as if knowing he was communicating with her, and she presses her fingers to her painted lips, blowing a large kiss at him. "Don't you worry, babe," she coos. I promise this will be a show worth remembering. I think I have a few tricks up my sleeve you'll just love."
The green woman continues. "I'm sure you don't need introductions, but let's make sure we're nice and formal here, shall we? I'm the She-Hulk, personal champion and lover, and girlfriend of Zephyr Glass" She flashes a great green grin at Rampage.
"This," she motions to the stands and to the regal figure sitting upon his throne, "is Zephyr, himself. He is the most powerful man and mortal in all of the cosmos, and the foremost expert in physical perfection, health, and pleasure."
"I've heard of him. Please, can we get this over with?" Rampage rolls her eyes.
She-Hulk pauses a moment, taking a deep breath and running her hands through her hair a moment. "Well, here at the Carnival, we're all about the expression of power and of sex, but there are still rules and regulations, and you broke a few of them recently, haven't you?"
Rampage smirks.
"You see, Rampage, this is a trial, and I'm the prosecutor. Let us take a look at the evidence of your crimes, and from there we can show you your proper punishment."
"Don't look like a court I've been to," Rampage snips, cracking her neck.
She-Hulk licks her lips. "That's because this isn't your standard court." She snaps her fingers, giving the opportunity to flex a bicep in the process.
All around them, screens open up, bathing the whole stadium in a blue glow. The scene that projects onto the screen is that of a sanctuary chamber, one that has the slight glow of stained glass, and where a woman dressed in billowing robes stands, her hands clasped in front of an altar depicting a beautiful female form, holding out her hands, ready to embrace all in her divine hold.
Stepping up into the scene is another woman--weak and frail, dressed in a skirt and button-up shirt and a white coat with her hair tied up behind her and wearing glasses. She looks down, her shoulders hunched, biting her lip and stepping with a timid stride.
"Take a look, everyone, at the scene of the crime. It is the temple of the goddess of sex just last night. And there we have a woman, and do we recognize the woman?"
Rampage tilts her head back and nods. "Yeah, I recognize both of them!"
"Then," She-Hulk says, with a flourish, "Let's watch this recording in full."