The air in the shattered Oval Office crackled with dust motes and the smell of ozone. On the floor, Homelander stirred. Her eyes fluttered open—confusion giving way to terror as reality slammed in.

She touched her body, fingers brushing the deep navy blue bodysuit with its red piping and gold eagle emblem.

The form beneath was still voluptuous: wide hips, generous breasts heaving beneath the skintight fabric. Blonde hair tumbled in a golden curtain around a face once synonymous with power, now twisted with fear.

She saw the silhouette across the room. Butcher. The Brit was walking closer, her dark leather trench coat flared open. Black jeans hugged strong legs, ending in heavy boots.

Beneath the coat, a dark gray Hawaiian shirt clung to a muscled frame. Short, raven-black hair framed a face that was striking: strong jawline softened by high cheekbones, full lips curled in a sneer, and piercing blue-gray eyes burning with hatred. There was no mistaking it Billy Butcher was fucking hot… and utterly deadly.

Homelander staggered upright, her movements uncharacteristically clumsy. "You!" Her voice cracked. Desperation tightened her chest as she raised a hand. She fired her heat vision.

Nothing.

She pushed off the floor, legs churning as she was trying to fly. Instead of soaring, she lurched awkwardly, stumbling like a drunken toddler.

Her boots scuffed the carpet. She landed hard, palms slamming down. The invincibility she'd known for decades… gone. Kimiko's power-draining beam had worked.

Butcher chuckled, low and harsh. "Shock and fucking awe, girly?" She straightened, her movements predatory. "Blood and bone."

Panic flooded Homelander. With a primal shriek, she launched herself at Butcher. Her punch flew wild. Butcher caught the punch mid-swing. In one fluid motion, she slammed a fist into Homelander's jaw—bones crunching with a sickening THWACK!

Homelander reeled. A follow-up blow connected with her stomach driving the breath from her lungs in a wheezing gasp. She doubled over.

Butcher seized her shoulder, hauling her upright. Her voice dripped venom.

"This…" she slammed Homelander's face with a vicious uppercut that sent teeth flying and blood spraying from shredded lips, "…is for FRENCHIE!"

Two more brutal jabs knocked Homelander sprawling. She crashed to her knees, gasping. Butcher straddled her.

Nine rapid-fire punches rained down on Homelander's head and face—each impact like a sledgehammer.

Blood poured from her nose, her mouth, a split brow. Her perfect face reduced to a crimson mask of agony.

Homelander collapsed backward onto the floor. A wet groan escaped her bloody mouth. "P-p-please…" Her voice was a broken whine. "…stop! I spared you before! I let you live!"

Butcher ignored her, walking towards the debris of the fallen desk. She picked up a heavy crowbar, rust-spattered iron that felt satisfyingly brutal in her grip.

"I'll give you Vought!" Homelander babbled, spitting a gob of crimson saliva onto the white carpet. She knelt, arms outstretched in pathetic supplication. "Becca… I'll get a shapeshifter to be your wife again! Please, just tell me what you want!"

Around the world, screens flickered to life. Live broadcasts erupted on TVs, phones, digital billboards. Everyone saw. The once-indomitable Homelander: beaten, bleeding, groveling.

Butcher paused, turning the crowbar slowly in her hands. The tentacles stirred beneath her skin, hungry.

"Anything!" Homelander sobbed. "I'll suck your dick! I'll eat shit, okay? ON LIVE TELEVISION, I'll fucking EAT IT!" Mascara streaked her cheeks in black rivulets.

Her eyes were wide with frantic desperation. "JUST NAME YOUR FUCKING PRICE!"

The global audience watched, mesmerized and horrified. Millions of eyes glued to screens showing the goddess brought low.

Butcher's smirk widened. "Anything?" Four thick, dark red tentacles exploded from beneath her Hawaiian shirt, tearing the fabric with a savage RIIIIIIP! They hovered menacingly above her, each tip glistening with viscous black secretion.

They pulsed, thick veins rippling along their lengths. One brushed Butcher's cheek, leaving a slick trail.

Homelander recoiled. "No! Madelyn promised this wasn't real! She PROMISED!" She kicked weakly at Butcher. "THIS ISN'T REAL! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! I AM HOMELANDER!"

Butcher kicked her hard in the ribs, sending Homelander sprawling. "No. You ain't nothing." Tentacles lashed out, snaking around Homelander's limbs with terrifying speed and strength. They slammed her down onto the conference table, spreading her arms and legs wide in a X-shape.

Her blue bodysuit ripped, exposing pale skin slick with sweat and fear.

"No, no, no…" Homelander whimpered. But her traitorous body responded to the forced vulnerability. A hot flush spread between her legs, a shameful wetness staining the crotch of her suit.

The scent of arousal, musky and unwanted filled the air.

Butcher tossed the crowbar aside. It clattered on the floor. Her hand dropped to her jeans, popping the top button. She smiled, revealing sharp white teeth.

"This… this is for Becca." A tentacle hovering near her cheek lashed down. The tip forced its way past Homelander's bloodied lips. It invaded her throat, thick and slimy, making her gag violently.

Butcher's eyes narrowed, watching Homelander gagging helplessly on the probing tentacle. The Supe's muffled whimpers sent a jolt straight to Butcher's groin.

But not yet. First, she wanted to explore the body she'd fantasized about destroying.

She reached down, her fingers strong and rough. She gripped Homelander's chin, forcing her head back as the tentacle slid deeper down her throat.

"Look at me while I ruin you." Butcher growled, her voice thick with contempt.

Tears streamed from Homelander's terrified eyes, mixing with the blood and spit dripping down her chin. The tentacle pulsed, its secretions forcing her throat to convulse around its girth.

Butcher's other hand moved to Homelander's chest. She shredded the front of the navy blue suit, baring those massive breasts. Her palm flattened against Homelander's sternum, sliding roughly over the soft flesh, her fingers sinking in.

She grabbed a nipple, already hard despite Homelander's horror, and twisted sharply. The Supe arched, a strangled scream muffled by the tentacle.

Butcher released the nipple, leaving a angry red mark, before trailing her hand lower. Over Homelander's ribs, her flat stomach, her fingers lingering just above the waistband of the tattered suit.

"Let's see how 'indestructible' your cunt really is," Butcher murmured.

Her fingers dipped beneath the ripped fabric, seeking the heat between Homelander's legs. They met slick, wet folds. Homelander's traitorous body had flooded her cunt in terror and humiliation.

Butcher chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "Already so wet for me?" She ground the heel of her hand against Homelander's clit, rubbing hard and rough.

The tentacle in Homelander's throat pulsed rhythmically, matching Butcher's hand. It withdrew slightly only to plunge deeper.

Butcher watched the bulge in Homelander's throat as it stretched around the tentacle. She slid two fingers into the Supe's dripping hole, pumping them brutally.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the room, competing with Homelander's choked gurgles.

"Think you can take more?" Butcher asked, but it wasn't a question.

She forced a third finger inside Homelander's cunt, stretching her wide.

Homelander's body spasmed on the table, her bound limbs straining against the tentacles. Butcher leaned in, her lips almost brushing Homelander's blood-smeared ear.

"You're mine now."

She pulled her fingers out, glistening with Homelander's juices. Butcher brought them to her own mouth, tasting it. Her eyes rolled back slightly.

"Ready to see what real power feels like?"

The tentacle in Homelander's throat withdrew, leaving her gasping and coughing. For a split second, relief flooded her.

Butcher straightened, her movements cruel. Her hand moved to her jeans again, undoing them slowly, savoring Homelander's frantic gasps as she realized what was coming.

She shoved them down past her hips, revealing the monstrous cock that hung heavy between her legs.

It was large, nearly two feet long, easily the width of Butcher's fist, thick veins snaking along its pulsing length. The head was dark, swollen, already glistening with precum.

Homelander's eyes widened in pure, animal terror. She bucked wildly against her tentacle bonds, shaking her head violently. "N-n-nnooo!" she wailed. "Please… no! You'll kill me! It won't fit!"

Butcher just laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. She stroked her massive shaft once, twice, a bead of precum welling at the tip and dripping onto Homelander's trembling stomach.

"Aye? And where do you think this is gonna go, love?"

She slapped the heavy cockhead against Homelander's fluttering abdomen, leaving a sticky smear. "Not your tight little arsehole. Not yet."

Homelander sobbed, the sound raw and broken. "P-please… mercy! It'll rip me apart! Please don't—"

Her pleas choked off as Butcher angled her cock down. She pressed the blunt head against Homelander's slick entrance.

There was resistance, a desperate clench of Homelander's inner muscles. Butcher leaned her weight forward, pushing relentlessly. "Open up, cunt," she grunted. The enormous head stretched Homelander impossibly wide, forcing its way past her labia.

Homelander's back arched off the table, her scream ripping through the room. The sound of wet flesh tearing mixed with her cries of agony.

Butcher grit her teeth, shoving harder. Inch by brutal inch, she buried her colossal cock into Homelander's protesting hole. It was a savage, inescapable intrusion.

The tentacle restraining Homelander's hips shifted, forcing her legs wider apart, making her even more vulnerable.

Butcher leaned back slightly, watching the vulgar sight. Half her impossible length was already inside. Her stomach began to visibly distend.

"Feel that?" Butcher panted, her voice ragged with sadistic glee. "Feel every fucking inch splitting you open?" She withdrew slightly, the friction causing Homelander to whimper pitifully, then slammed back in.

A wet SQUELCH echoed as another foot of throbbing cock was rammed into her. Homelander's eyes rolled back, her body convulsing.

Her belly bulged grotesquely. She looked pregnant with the monster impaling her, the outline of the massive shaft pressing against her skin.

"Oh god…" she gasped, breathless from the shock and pain. "I can't… oh god, it hurts… stop…"

Butcher gripped her hips with bruising force, her pelvis meeting Homelander's stretched cunt. She was fully seated now, the base of her cock grinding against the Supe's clit. The sheer depth made Homelander feel like she was being cleaved in two.

"Not stopping til you bleed, bitch," Butcher snarled. And began to thrust.

Butcher started to move, drawing her immense cock almost all the way out of Homelander's ravaged cunt before slamming it back in to the hilt. The motion was slow at first, letting Homelander feel every brutal inch dragging against her inner walls.

The sound of wet flesh smacking echoed through the ruined Oval Office. Homelander screamed with every thrust, her voice growing hoarser by the minute. "STOP! PLEASE! YOU'RE RIPPING ME APART!"

Butcher ignored her, her thrusts growing harder, more erratic. Her heavy balls slapped against Homelander's ass, adding to the painful assault.

The force of each impact shook the sturdy table. Homelander's bulging stomach jolted with each thrust. Blood, slicker than her own arousal, began to seep around the massive cock stretching her entrance.

Homelander tried to twist away, but the tentacles held her brutally immobile. Her eyes were wide with mindless panic.

Suddenly, another dark red tentacle, thicker than Butcher's wrist, coiled near Homelander's face. Before she could react, it slithered past her bloody lips and forced its way down her throat.

Her scream cut off instantly, replaced by desperate, choking gurgles. The tentacle pulsed rhythmically, flooding her throat with viscous black secretion, silencing her effectively. Her mouth stretched wide around the invading tendril.

Tears poured down her face, mingling with the sweat and blood.

Butcher sneered down at her. "Quiet now."

She gripped Homelander's hips even tighter and began pistoning in and out with jackhammer force. Her cock, glistening with blood and arousal, drove into the Supe with savage efficiency.

Each thrust sent waves rippling through the stretched skin of Homelander's stomach, visible proof of the monstrous cock buried inside her.

As Butcher continued her brutal ravagement, another tentacle emerged from beneath her shirt. It slithered down over Homelander's quivering thigh and nudged insistently against her clenched asshole.

Homelander tensed even further, eyes flying wide above the tentacle gagging her. She shook her head frantically, muffled sobs vibrating the tentacle in her throat.

"Relax that virgin hole," Butcher hissed, not slowing her thrusts. "Or this is gonna hurt worse."

She didn't give Homelander a chance to comply. With a harsh grunt, Butcher shoved her cock deep inside the Supe's cunt and held it there, grinding. At the same time, the tentacle pushed firmly against Homelander's anus.

The Supe's muffled scream tore through the gagging tentacle as the thick, oozing appendage forced its way past her resisting muscle. The sound of tearing flesh was sharp in the air.

Butcher pushed deeper, the tentacle sliding into Homelander's bowels, stretching her impossibly fuller. Homelander arched off the table, every muscle taut as agony overloaded her system.

Now fully impaled both front and rear, Homelander could only writhe helplessly. Two massive intrusions pulsed inside her—Butcher's cock in her cunt, the tentacle in her ass, both moving with cruel synchronicity.

The rhythmic slap of Butcher's groin meeting Homelander's stretched, violated flesh was loud. Sweat glistened on Butcher's forehead as she focused, her powerful thighs driving the relentless assault.

"Take it," Butcher grunted through clenched teeth, her cock swelling even thicker inside Homelander. "Take every fucking inch of my vengeance."

As the brutal rape unfolded, the world watched in stunned, horrified silence. On streets and in offices, bars and bedrooms, billions were transfixed by screens showing the Oval Office.

The shaky, handheld camera footage flickered. It focused on the table where Homelander was spread-eagled, her once-mighty body reduced to a rag doll impaled on Butcher’s massive cock and the invasive tentacles.

Her face, streaked with blood and mascara, was a mask of agony, her mouth stretched wide by the gagging tentacle.

Her stomach bulged our, distended by the impossible size of the shaft inside her. Blood and thicker fluids glistened on her inner thighs, matting her blonde hair to her skin.