by J K Waylon
She really wanted to go check up on Catgirl, but instead she was tasked to be the new girl's tour guide. Kunoichi gave no indication if she was pleased or not.
With calls of farewell, the others disbursed. Really, in mere seconds they were all flying away in every direction. Some would go home, but most would go hunting trouble. Kunoichi didn't know it, but Midnight Avenger was intent on finding some trouble, too. She needed some kind of release. Every since Catgirl rescued her from the Ripa Family she'd felt an emptiness, and a kind of rising tension she constantly needed to release.
Time to find out what Kunoichi is made of, she thought, eyes narrowing.
Chapter 2
"Come on, Ninja Girl," Midnight Avenger said.
"Please do not call me that," she said.
"Sorry, but the criminals of this city will call you worse," she said. "To them I'm Midnight Bitch. Midnight Whore. Midnight Slut. The deviations are endless."
Kunoichi snorted, dark eyes flashing. "I will kick their teeth in if they disrespect my name."
"Been there, done that," she said. "Didn't work." Looking around at the night city, "The city is beautiful from way up here."
"Yes it is."
"The dark underbelly is ugly, though," she said, and sighed. "I'll show you the high crime districts first. The Tenderloin, River Downs, the various warehouse districts are where you'll find most of the crime goes down."
"Great. Maybe we can foil a crime in progress tonight."
"Have you ever foiled a crime in progress?"
"Of course!"
"Coffee shop robbery?" Midnight Avenger said, a wicked little smile curling her full lips. "Or someone trashing the place because the barista got his order wrong?"
"Haha, you're not funny," Kunoichi said, though a smile tugged at the corners of her eyes. "Seattle wasn't as riddled with crime, top to bottom, as Synne City, but bad shit happens there all the time. And another thing, I take my coffee very seriously, so no jokes."
"I'd take you to our city's best coffee shop, so you could go all superior and judgmental on our less than adequate java," Midnight Avenger said. "But your ninja mask would keep you from drinking."
"Shame. I'm really good at being a coffee snob," Kunoichi said. She gave Midnight Avenger a wink. "Maybe one day, if we learn to trust each other enough to share secret identities, we can visit a coffee shop together."
"Great," she said, pushing herself towards a darker part of the night-shrouded city to the south. "Let's start the tour in River Downs. Not officially a ghetto, but a very economically depressed area." She gave Kunoichi a meaningful look. "And where I was born and raised."
"Oh? Your carriage speaks upper middle class," she said. "And honestly, everything about you says privileged class."
"I have risen above my humble beginnings," she said. "Hard work, dedication, and two scholarships, track and academic, have propelled me to a successful life. And you?"
"I am still humble, but not poor," she said.
Despite super heroine myth, perpetuated by the media, few super heroines had rich and powerful alter egos. That was more of a comic book thing. Of course Ms Amazing and Gold Avenger were two of the richest, most powerful businesswomen in the state, if not the country. The rest of the heroines were firmly middle class, with nine to five jobs.
Super heroines were not paid. Though in some countries like France, Poland, Russia, and China they were experimenting with state sponsored super heroine teams. So far they have experienced a higher than average turn-over rate, some believe due to corruption that turned their identities over to criminals. The more people who knew your secret identity the greater the likelihood you'd be compromised.
Midnight Avenger dropped lower and lower as they flew, until they reached River Downs. She guided her charge down the main thoroughfare, called River Downs Avenue, just twenty feet above the street. The men and women on the street looked up at them with sullen eyes. It didn't take two minutes before someone took a shot at them.
"Where did that come from?" Midnight Avenger said, coming to a hovering stop.
"From behind us," Kunoichi said.
They flew up and down that block ten times, but their shooter didn't reappear. So they continued down the street, until something small and red came up out of a dark alley, and passed between them.
"What was that?" Kunoichi said.
"I don't know," Midnight Avenger said. "Either a bliss balloon or a chloro balloon."
Kunoichi's eyes widened. "I've heard of them."
"Look," she said, pointing to the spot the balloon landed. There was eight men and women around where it burst on the sidewalk. All eight fell to their knees and cried out, heads rolled back and hands clutching their nether regions. "Ultra Bliss."
All eight started stripping, and then pairing off. Crack whores were giving it up for free, and their pimps and other street people were standing off in the near distance watching. As great as Ultra Bliss made you feel, that big of a dose would make you insanely horny, as in fuck anyone of any sex crazy. Yeah, most people stayed away from it.
"Shouldn't we go after the man that threw that at us?" Kunoichi said.
"Are you crazy?" she said, glancing at the dark alley. "That is most likely a trap, and we'd be hit by a dozen bliss balloons within seconds of going in. I don't feel like being passed around like a cheap crack whore all night, and probably for the rest of my life."
"I don't like letting bad guys get away with stuff like that."
"Nobody does, but you have to pick your fights in this city," Midnight Avenger said. "It's way too easy to be waylaid and dragged into the gutter."
They spent the next hour checking out each of the warehouse districts, before arriving at the most notorious district of all, the Tenderloin. It was the most famous red light district in the world, and sex tourists came from all over the world to enjoy it's dangerous delights.
"See the guy with the guitar?" Midnight Avenger said, pointing to a street corner.
He was tall and handsome, wearing snug jeans and no shirt. His hair was long and brown, and currently pulled back in a ponytail as he serenaded a trio of hookers.
"Yes. Is he a pimp? A fugitive?"
"That's Country Carl. He's a street musician," she said. "He's also a damned good informant. His info is always spot on. Accordingly, his price is the highest of all."
"I don't have a lot of money to spare," Kunoichi said.
"He rarely takes payment from heroines in the form of cash," she said, and wagged her brows.
"What? Sex?"
"Exactly."
"And you pay his price?"
"Sometimes," she said. "He's, um, really quite good."
"Do the other heroines pay his price, too?"
She shrugged. "All of the city's heroines have used him, but if offered enough cash even he will take cash over sex. I'm not that rich. Other heroines are more than rich enough. We don't generally discuss how we pay our informants."
They watched as the three hookers led Country Carl into an alley, and gave him his tip for the song. Kunoichi flew away the second clothes started coming off.
"I don't need to see that," she said. "Are there any informants I can afford?"
"Has Jazz given you the phone yet?"
"Yes," she said, pulling it out of her right thigh boot.
Midnight Avenger pulled her super heroine smart phone, too. Both were state-of-the-art devices, extremely thin and durable. The phones were so advanced, they weren't even available to the public yet. They also provided a secure network for the city's heroines to use.
She punched in a few things, and then bumped phones with Kunoichi.
"There are all the updated apps we use," she said. "See the icon that looks like a note? That's the informant app. Tap on that. Now, see the faces? Those are our informants. Their phone numbers and GPS coordinates are all there."
"Ah, and the rates they charge," Kunoichi said. "Awesome. Hey, what does this app do?"
As Midnight
Avenger looked over at the app Kunoichi was pointing at, a car came to a screeching stop below them. They glanced down as two men jumped out and started shooting at a another group on the sidewalk. The other group returned fire.
"Game's on!" Midnight Avenger cried, stuffing her phone back into her boot.
The two super heroines power dived straight into the fray. Midnight Avenger swooped down to kick the driver in the back of the head, before she plowed into the second group. Kunoichi followed her lead, and kicked the second gunman from the car in the head, before she too slammed into the second group.
"Stop firing!" Midnight Avenger cried.
Bam-Bam-Bam-Bam!
"I said stop — "
Bam-Bam-Bam-Bam!
"Ah, screw it," she said, and charged into the sidewalk shooters.
Several gunmen charged Kunoichi, who started kicking and punching like a wildcat. Midnight Avenger almost stopped to watch. That's how impressive her martial arts skills were.
"I'm gonna crush your skull, Midnight Bitch," Axel Hart cried.
Axel was twenty-something street pusher. He was tall, blonde, and had a crooked nose. Midnight Avenger broke his nose every time they fought, and this was their fifth dustup. He took a wild swing at her head, which she blocked by kicking up and sweeping her leg between them. Then she spun and savagely smashed her elbow into his face.
"Aagghh!" he cried, clutching his face. "Dammit! You broke my nose again!"
"I know. It's fun," she said, and kicked straight up into his chin. As he flew back, two more big, ugly bastards charged her from the right and left front. Just before they reached her, another thug came up behind and wrapped his arms around her. He lifted her off the ground, stealing her leverage. "Ack! Let go!"
Before she could figure out what to do about her "captor" the other two arrived. Midnight Avenger kicked up with both feet, striking the man on her right, but missing the one on the left. He pounded three punches into her ribs. Crying out in rage and pain, she counterpunched and drove him back a step. And then she started driving her elbows back into the ribs of the man holding her. When that didn't force him to release her, she used all of her super strength to fly up, taking him with her.
"Take that!" she cried, streaking towards a wall and spinning around at the last second.
"Ooff!" he cried, all of his breath knocked out.
She broke loose and he fell twenty feet to land on two of his cohorts. Hovering there, she watched as Kunoichi finished off the street pushers and thugs. Only Ms Amazing moved so fast, kicking and spinning and punching. It was an impressive sight.
"Ninjitsu?" Midnight Avenger said once Kunoichi stood alone on the street.
"Of course. And you?"
"All of the heroines in this city practice Krav Maga," Midnight Avenger said.
"Not all," Kunoichi said, wagging her brows.
"And you are a sight to behold," Midnight Avenger said. "I am impressed."
"Thank you. Are you going to call the police to take them away?"
"You do it," she said. "In the phone book it is listed as Paddy Wagon."
"I see it," Kunoichi said. "What is the Super Heroine Central number on here?"
"That's to call all heroines at once for a conference call, or if you are in desperate need of help."
Kunoichi made the call. Within minutes a dozen squad cars and two police vans were on the scene to take the men away. The two heroines wrote up their reports on a tablet device the police provided, and it was over for them.
"Why don't we call it a night," Midnight Avenger said. They were hovering a good hundred feet above the street. "I have a…I mean, I have to be at work early tomorrow."
Kunoichi was agreeable. So they hugged, and Midnight Avenger's eyes turned to the near distance. At the edge of the Tenderloin she saw Bat Babe dropping feet first very fast.
"It's Batty," she said.
"Who?"
"Bat Babe," she said, pulling free and flying in the direction the other heroine fell from sight. "I just saw her drop down like something is amiss. Let's check it out."
"A crime in progress?"
"We can only hope," she said.
They flew as fast as they could, and reached the spot in just seconds. Below they found Bat Babe kicking and punching, spinning and ducking. It looked like she was fighting a street gang.
"Ah, they are the Dragons," Midnight Avenger said.
The Dragons were all big, muscular black men. They all dressed alike: white wife beaters, faded jeans, and running shoes. They also all had Mohawks. And there were five of them against Bat Babe.
"Shouldn't we help her?"
Bat Babe was spinning, throwing one roundhouse after another. The Dragons were all forced back, back, back. They tried to swarm around her, coming in at different directions. She countered their every move effortlessly.
"No. We'll watch," Midnight Avenger said, grinning. She took Kunoichi's hand, and pulled her to the top of a building overlooking the fight. "Batty's always fun. Just watch."
"She's a much better fighter than I thought she'd be," Kunoichi said.
With of a series of lightning fast kicks, she had three of the five down.
"Batty is as good as she wants to be," she said.
"What does that mean?"
The two remaining Dragons were huffing and puffing, while Bat Babe wasn't even winded. She smirked at them, and sassily stepped between them. Then she turned her back on one, and addressed the other. They were too far away to hear what she said.
"It's about to happen."
Before Kunoichi could ask, the gang member behind the distracted super heroine rushed up and punched her in the back of the head. That staggered Bat Babe, and he followed up with a quick series of punches to her back, before he pulled off her all important power belt.
"She's been depowered! We have to help her," Kunoichi said.
"No," Midnight Avenger said, grabbing Kunoichi's forearm. "Just watch."
"Are you crazy?"
"Yes, but she's crazier."
The man that depowered her hooked an arm behind her elbows, holding her arms back while the other man stepped up and pounded fist after fist into her face, belly, and chest. When her knees buckled, and she sagged in her captor's arms, together they stripped her out of her top. Then they sliced up her latex pants until it hung in ribbons around her boot tops, using one strip of latex to bind her wrists behind her back.
The Dragons carried Bat Babe deeper into the alley, and the heroines above paced them to stay directly above. Once in the alley, away from the street noise, Midnight Avenger and Kunoichi could hear what was being said.
"I caught the bitch, so I get to fuck her first," her captor said.
He unzipped and Midnight Avenger's breath rushed out. She couldn't stop it. Kunoichi gave her a sharp look. Rubbing her lips together, she watched as her insides turned to hot mush. Since her last capture and captivity, she was much easier to aroused.
"We can't allow this," Kunoichi said.
"We're not. She is," Midnight Avenger said.
"She let them capture her?"
"It's her thing."
"That's so sick."
"Some girls have capture fantasies," Midnight Avenger said, squeezing her knees together as warm wetness spread between her legs. Her voice dropped an octave, "And some girls make it happen."
They watched at Bat Babe's limp body was lifted up and impaled on the gang member's cock. Her eyes popped open and her body tensed as he forced her up and down his cock.
"Aaahhhh," she cried. "Oh goddess!"
Her legs wrapped around him, and she started flexing her legs, forcing herself up and down his cock as he stood there. The African-American super heroine's throat tightened when she had a vision of her kneeling before that bastard, sucking on his balls awhile Bat Babe bounced on his cock above. Her mouth watered as she thought about what he would taste like, how he would feel in her mouth and pushing down into her throat.
"Yes!" Bat Babe cried
below. "Oh yes!"
She was vigorously riding his cock now.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Aaagghhhh!"
"Oh my god," Kunoichi said, eyes huge.
The big black bastard forced two more climaxes out of her before he shot his seed deep inside her body. Before he pulled out, another man came up behind her and thrust up her ass. She screamed and bucked, yet had the most blissful look on her upturned face. After the first man pulled out of her pussy, another gang member stepped up, lifted her legs high, and plowed into her.
"Two men at once?" Kunoichi said. "That would melt my brain."
"You get used to…I mean, she's used to it," Midnight Avenger said breathlessly.
Bat Babe cried out repeatedly, bucking and writhing between the two men. Midnight Avenger's sharp eyes locked on those two long, wet cocks sliding in and out of the redheaded heroine. The purple clad vigilante's body ached to be taken like that.
Have to be strong, she thought.
"Faster! Fuck! Me! Faster!"
"That is so wrong," Kunoichi whispered.
Midnight Avenger noticed the beautiful Asian couldn't pull her eyes away, and her nipples were hard and erect, obvious through her costume. Her face looked flushed, and her skin was shiny with sweat. Midnight Avenger wasn't any better off, now panting lightly as well as her whole body tingling.
The two gang bangers forced a couple more climaxes from the captured heroine, before they achieved sexual bliss deep in her body. Bat Babe was rudely dropped to the ground, where the last two Dragons pounced on her vulnerable body. One mounted her missionary, while the other shoved his cock down her throat upside down.
I gotta go home and rub one out, Midnight Avenger thought. Hurry up, Batty!
While the last two Dragons fucked Bat Babe, another member pulled his phone and started making calls. His words sent chills up Midnight Avenger's spine. He quickly struck a deal to sell Bat Babe to a pimp for five thousand dollars. Cash on delivery.
"Midnight Avenger?" Kunoichi said.
"It's almost over," she said.
Moments later the man deep throating Bat Babe came, rather loudly. Yeah, he was quite pleased with himself. While he was slowly pulling out of her mouth, the other Dragon finally came with a grunt and groan.
