Perverted Kombat: Ch. 1 (Sneak Peek)

As should be pretty apparent from the title (and many other elements throughout the narrative), this story is meant as my own personal parody of the "Mortal Kombat" storyline with an obvious twist toward the pornographic and the perverted. Just a fair warning and a heads-up, this story will get pretty damn batshit pretty quick. Any absurdity or corniness you detect from any of the characters or plot is very likely intended...just keep that in mind as you read through this and future installments.

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Written By Gregory Hanes

Chapter 1: Chaos Rising

Out within a strange surreal space amongst the pantheon of dimensions, a massive castle floats through the cold infinite abyss. Within the castle, down one of the many dark corridors of the Gothic citadel, a tall bald man with purple skin and a crystal in his forehead wearing not more than a black leather harness and kilt walks toward a giant pair of doors at the end of the hall followed by an entourage of cloaked figures. The doors open permitting the purple man and his followers entry into a massive chamber which houses an immense monstrous skull with hellish burning eyes. The skull creature is surrounded by a massive sea of wriggling tentacles that fill up nearly the entire room. The tall purple man stands before the nightmarish beast and says, 

“The time is almost upon us, my lord! Soon the stars will be in alignment, and we will be able to open the portal to the third world of Shamash!”

“Excellent, Kur-Galla! Prepare our forces! Once the portal is open the long awaited battle shall begin!” The monstrous skull says. 

“Yes, O' Nameless One!” Kur-Glla says bowing in respect.

Meanwhile, on Earth, Gregory Hanes (The Masked Model) sits alone outside a local coffee shop reading an erotic magazine that just so happens to also feature him on the cover. At that moment, the taut buttocks of a sexy female hottie steps into view and calls his attention, 

“Hello! Do I have the pleasure of addressing the world-famous Masked Model?”

Gregory lowers his magazine and takes a long hard look at the gorgeous lady standing in front of him. The woman is a tall white blonde with bright blue eyes. Her hair is cut short giving her a tomboyish appearance. She wears a tight-fitting purple dress suit which pushes together her immense breasts accentuating her full bosom.With a pervy smile on his face Greg answers, 

“Mmm, Yes you do, baby.”

The woman reaches out to shake the Masked Model's hand as she formally introduces herself, 

“My name is Clarissa.” 

In response to this, Greg then asks, 

“And just what can the Masked Model do for you, Clarissa?”

Clarissa sticks her hand down between her two luscious meat puppies and says, 

“Well, Mr. Mask, I have been a major fan of your work for some time now, and I’d very much love…” 

Gregory's mouth hangs open as his horny mind anxiously anticipates a sexual invitation. However this thought is squelched when the woman extends forth her arm holding a small booklet in hand. 

“…your autograph.” She continues.

As Greg's horny fantasies fade, a mild look of surprise comes over his face. He quickly regains his composure and smiles taking the booklet from Clarissa. 

“Sure thing, pretty lady. Anything for a fan.” He says fighting back his disappointment.

Of course as peaceful as the day may seem trouble brews, for through all this the Masked Model and his guest remain blissfully unaware of a mysterious figure eyeing them intently from the alley across the street. After gracing the front page with his humble signature, Greg hands the lady back her book and says with a smile, 

“There you go, babe. Is there anything else I might be able to help you with?”

With a willful smile, Clarissa leans over till she is eye-to-eye with the young masked hunk and whispers softly, 

“Well, Mr. Mask, if it’s not too much trouble for you, I have a few other things that I’d love to have your signature on.”

A short while later, loud moaning groans and shrieks can be heard coming from inside of Gregory's penthouse apartment. The Masked Model aggressively strains from the pressure being applied to his groin. 

“Oh, Fuck Yeah, Baby! Ride That Fuckin’ Dick!” the masked boy shouts. 

Stark-naked, Clarissa straddles Gregory's hot sweat-covered body twerking like a cowgirl on his massive cock. 

“Oh, Yes!” she moans loudly.

She leans in close to whisper in Greg's ear and says, 

“Ah Yes, Mr. Mask! Let me help you make enough ink to sign your autograph all over my breasts!”

Greg holds her tightly by the waist and repeatedly thrusts up into her as she sits on his throbbing cock. She squeals with pleasure as Greg replies, 

“Always eager to please a hardcore fan…and they don’t come more hardcore than you, baby! Damn!”

The heated flames of lust grow hotter and soon lead Greg and Clarissa to fuck doggy-style with Greg pulling hard on Clarissa’s hair as he slaps her pale-white ass with his other hand. She winces and screams,

“Ah, Yes! Fuck Me, Daddy! I Want Your Big Black Cock Deep Inside Me, Black Daddy!”

He pounds her harder and faster making her scream. In time, the moment fades into the next and the two sex-crazed perverts change position again. This time Clarissa sits atop Greg's face as he eats out her wet pussy. 

“Do I taste good to you, Mr. Mask?! Do you like my taste?” Clarissa moans, and with his hands planted firmly on her ass cheeks Greg lets out a satisfied, “Mmm-Hmmm!”

Greg's hungry tongue plows deep, plunging as far into her pussy as he can force it. He can taste her vaginal juices oozing down his tongue and into his mouth, and he can feel her clitoris twitch as he massages and tickles it triggering her every nerve.

A little while later, after Greg has satisfied his insatiable taste for pussy, he decides to once again treat his dick to the same vaginal feast. Greg hugs Clarissa tightly from behind as he quickly slips his package in her cooch. Clarissa turns her head around to meet his lips and the two messily make-out while Greg fucks her savagely. Standing atop the bed, the Masked Model pushes her hard against the overhead wall violently plowing her snatch like a rabid wild beast. Both of their faces are visibly strained as they wail and groan with forbidden pleasure. Sweat sprays off from their writhing bodies raining down upon the sheets and surrounding furniture. In the midst of his deep huffing thrusts Greg thinks to himself,

“Damn, I love crazy fan-girls like this!”

Standing by the side of the bed, Gregory later proceeds to fuck Clarissa from the butterfly position as she lays sprawled out over the mattress. With a cocky smirk Greg looks down at her and forcefully asks,

“You Like Black Dicks, Bitch?!" 

“YES, but I love YOUR dick the best!!!” She screams. 

“Good Answer!” Greg says with a smile. He then throws his head back and lets out a ecstatic growl. The pressure in his loins is building fast.

The two soon move their exercise in lust to the chair beside the bed. Greg sits in the chair allowing Clarissa to bounce up and down on his wet throbbing cock. The Masked Model grits his teeth as he fights against the urge to shoot his hot load. The feeling of Clarissa's tight pussy feels sweet to his cock and he wants it to last as long as possible. 

“Give It To Me, Daddy!!” she screams. 

The Masked Model grins and thinks to himself, 

“Shit!! This Girl Is Wild!”

After awhile, Clarissa gets up and hauls the Masked Model out of the chair and back onto the bed. Wide-eyed, Gregory watches her sit back down on his dick Reverse Cowgirl-Style. Her rabid carnality both excites and frightens the young model/pornstar. Clarissa resumes riding him hard like she was trying to break a wild stallion at a rodeo show.

“Oh Yes, Mr. Mask! My Pussy’s On Fire!! FUCK ME, DADDY!!!” 

Gregory's face is fiercely contorted as he strains from the growing pressure surging through his cock. He thinks to himself, 

“FUCK!! This Bitch Is Going To Break It Off!”

Clarissa continues to straddle Gregory’s sweat-drenched body aggressively twerking on his dick, this time she switches back to Cowgirl-Style. As the moment draws nearer she begins to strangle him with one hand while forcing him to suck on the fingers of her other hand. Again the Masked Model finds himself thinking, 

“I really gotta stop sticking my dick in crazy...but FUCK! It feels so good!”

Many more long minutes pass and still Clarissa violently bobs up and down on Gregory's pulsating dick. His cock is so close to blowing it hurts. Again he grits his teeth as the pressure builds. The flood gates are nearly at their breaking point, and Greg can hold it back no longer. He finally yells, 

“AARRGGH!! Get The Fuck Off! I’m About To Bust!!”

Clarissa lays out on the bed in front of Gregory as he straddles her body rapidly stroking his veiny black monster. He looks down at her with copious amounts of sweat raining down from his forehead and says, 

“You want my autograph, baby?! You fuckin' want it?!”

A long sticky spray of hot creamy cum explodes from the tip of Greg's trembling cockhead, and splatters all over Clarissa’s chest and face. 

“Here’s My Fuckin’ Autograph!! All Over Your Fuckin’ Tits, Bitch!! FUCK!!!” The Masked Model roars at the top of his lungs.

Clarissa looks up and smiles as she lays there on the bed covered from chest to face with the Masked Model's warm salty semen. She scoops up a little with her fingers and contently licks it all up cooing gently, 

“Mmm, what excellent penmanship, Mr. Mask.”

Exhausted after fucking her brains out, Gregory lies back on the bed to try and catch his breath. 

“Damn, baby! You really know how to get a man worked up! It’s been a long time since a chick has left me this winded.” Greg says wiping the sweat from his brow.

Clarissa gets up and straddles his body once more. Leaning in close she smiles and says, 

“And it’s been a long time since I’ve met a man as tasty as you, Mr. Mask.”

The Masked Model smiles and replies, 

“Well, I’m flattered you like the D, baby, but you’re gonna need to give the monster some time to recharge. It's all tapped dry for the moment. I’m a horny bastard, but I’m only human.”

“That’s too bad, Mr. Mask…because I’m not!” Clarissa says glaring down at Greg with glowing green eyes and glistening fangs.

“HOLY SHIT!!!” the Masked Model shrieks in fear.

Clarissa forcefully grabs Gregory’s cock and balls squeezing them hard with her strong clawed hand as she viciously growls, 

“If I can’t get anymore fun out of this now then I’ll just have to settle for a salty snack instead! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Desperately, Gregory punches her in the chin with all his strength sending her flying off the bed. 

“Hands Off The Goods, You Toothy Bitch!”

Gregory sits terrified upon the bed as Clarissa slowly rises up from the floor. To his horror he sees that she has fully transformed into a monstrous spider-woman. Her skin is now plated and grey, she has eight glowing green eyes in the center of her face, her teeth are long and needle-point, her hands and feet are all clawed, her hair has turned into segmented tentacles, and four long stinger-tipped spider legs now extend from her back. 

“OH, FUCK!!” Greg screams.

The Masked Model tries to run for the door, but the spider-bitch quickly tackles him to the floor, and immediately sinks her fangs into his right shoulder. Gregory wails in pain as crimson hot blood sprays from his wound. With venomous glee, Clarissa flips the Masked Model over and pins him to the floor. It makes her smile even more to see the young model's blood pour out from his shoulder. Mockingly she leans down and whispers in his ear, 

“It’s so hard to find a good man that I can really…sink my teeth into! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Still laughing, Clarissa picks Gregory up off the floor and throws him against the wall. Grasping his throat with a single clawed hand the vile spider-woman says with a grin, 

“Kur-Galla wanted me to bring you back alive, but he never said anything about you being in one piece. I think I’ll just have an arm and a leg. You humans can survive without those, can’t you? Ha! Ha! Ha!”

The Masked Model grits his teeth as he tries to pry her hand from his neck. He struggles to breathe with her monstrous grip crushing his windpipe. 

“Go Fuck Yourself, Spider-Whore!” our masked hero growls defiantly.

Spitefully, Clarissa grabs Gregory’s cleanly shaven ballsack with her other clawed hand and gives it a mighty squeeze. Delighted by the sound of the Masked Model's ear-piercing screams she boastfully declares, 

“I'll bet you won’t be anywhere near so cocky without these big meatballs of yours, Masked Man!” 

Clarissa tightens her grip on Gregory's balls sending a surge of mind-blowing pain coursing through him. The masked twink's balls are nearly at the point of busting. Frantically, the Masked Model cries out, 

“NO!!”

It seems like all is lost for the Masked Model's nuts when all of a sudden a robust armored man breaks through the apartment window with a diving kick. He points a finger at the spider-bitch and cries, 

“Get Your Hands Off Him, Jin-Veeh! And I Mean All Of Them!” 

The armored man looks like an ancient soldier from a civilization long dead. In fact, his militant adornments appear largely similar to the warriors from Ancient Sumeria. The armored man raises his hand and from his palm he releases a fiery beam of light that shoots out and strikes the spider-woman square in her chest sending her flying back through the far wall. Dazed and still very much in pain, Gregory stands up with help from his mysterious rescuer. Once on his feet, Greg takes a good look at the arcane stranger and asks in a snippet manner,

“Who The Fuck Are You?!”

“It would appear I'm the one saving your family jewels!” The armored man answers.

The spider-woman, Jin-Veeh, re-emerges from the hole in the wall and lets out a furious wail, 

“Come on! We've Got To Go!” The armored man shouts.

With the nude young model underarm, the armored man rockets up into the sky propelled by a strange orange energy. However the Masked Model doesn't take well to being manhandled and rocketed skyward like a damsel-in-distress and squeals like a little bitch the whole way up.

“FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!” he cries aloud in frantic screams.

Suddenly a portal opens up high in the sky and with no hesitation the two men fly into it and disappear from sight. The only sound to be heard as they vanish is Gregory yelling, 

“WHAT THE BITCH?!!”

From the hole in the apartment wall, Jin-Veeh glares at the portal as it closes, and says with spiteful determination, 

“We will meet again soon, Mr. Mask.”

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