by J K Waylon
"She's free!"
Midnight Avenger pulled no punches. She was in a blind panic. Kicking and punching, she twisted, spun, and dodged between the mobsters. Punch to stomach. Rabbit punch to throat. Kick up into another's chin, and then drive her long stiletto through another's thigh. And then she tripped over the coffee table, and found herself on the floor next to her tiara.
"I'm am EMPOWERED!"
Just holding it was enough. All it took was physical contact, even through clothes, to allow her body to tap into the Otherworld.
Gunfire erupted all around her. Mobsters dropped from friendly fire. Alberto stepped forward and shouted in a commanding voice. "Midnight Avenger! Good girl!"
"Aaagggh. No!" she cried, and raced across the living room. Straight at the big window. "I defy you!"
The super heroine jumped up and flew through the window. It exploded out around her as she turned up and flew with all she had. Alberto would not be allowed to subjugate her again. Instinctively, she knew she was still too weak from her capture to resist.
But next time.
Chapter 4
"Screw pride. I need help," Midnight Avenger said, pulling her phone.
She checked to see who was logged into their network. All of their phones worked all the time, but they logged in when they went on patrol. If a heroine needed help she was expected to contact someone already on patrol.
The only one still logged in was Kunoichi. Midnight Avenger groaned. She was hoping for Ms Amazing, Gold Avenger, or Glory Woman. A veteran heroine. Even Catgirl, but they were all logged off.
"No choice," she said, tapping Kunoichi's icon.
"Hello?"
"Kunoichi, Midnight here," she said. The heroine hesitated, feeling her face heat up. "I've — uh — I've had a setback."
"Setback?"
"I got caught by mobsters," she said. "I escaped, but I'm pretty battered. I need help to finish the job. Are you up for it?"
"Of course! Where are you?" she said. "I'll be right there and we'll kick mobster ass."
"Awesome," she said, and gave her exact location. Not that Kunoichi really needed it, since she could zero in on Midnight Avenger's phone. "I'm hovering about five hundred feet up."
In truth, she was not exactly where she told Kunoichi to find her. She'd moved a mile away in case the mobsters had rifles with infrared scopes. Her Object of Power would protect her, but any bullet fired up in the air had to come down somewhere. An innocent civilian could be hit or killed. So she flew back over to the apartment complex once she finished speaking to Kunoichi.
"They're gone? That fast?" she said, stunned to see the empty parking places and dark windows of the apartment. "That just sucks rotten eggs."
She rose up higher, looking all around for the mobsters. Looking for a line of SUVs moving through the city streets. Unfortunately, in the dark all she could see at a distance was headlights, not what type vehicle it was.
"I'm here," Kunoichi said, streaking up at breakneck speed. "Where are they? How many?"
"They're gone."
"What? I got here as fast as I could."
"Not your fault," Midnight Avenger said. "Mine. I took my eyes off of them just long enough to call you, and looked again and they were gone."
"That makes me so mad," Kunoichi said, dark eyes narrowing as she stared down at the apartment complex. "Too often the worse kind of criminals go free to continued their evil deeds with impunity."
"I know. It's so aggravating."
Kunoichi looked her over, one brow raised. "Are you okay? You look…disheveled."
They hovered face to face, just half an arm's length apart. Midnight Avenger could smell Asian heroine's delicate perfume and feel body heat radiating from her. There was no hiding her battered appearance from her sharp eyes.
"More like bedraggled," Midnight Avenger said. "I'm pretty much healed from the beating I took. I'm ninety, ninety-five percent."
"Not what I was talking about. You told me that you had a 'setback' and in Seattle that means…"
"It means that here, too," Midnight Avenger said. "In Synne City, when a bad guy catches a heroine he considers it happy times for his cock. So yeah, I had to, um, do something unsavory." She shrugged. "It was minor, as setbacks go."
"This happen often to you?"
"Define often."
"All I need to hear," Kunoichi said. She grimaced. "They warned me about this city. Oh well, I'll just have to be vigilant and strong."
"Now that we have that cleared up," Midnight Avenger said, perking up. Her dark eyes narrowed as her hands curled into fists. "Shall we go kick Ripa Family butt?"
"They're gone."
"Ah, but I know Alberto's cell number," she said. She pulled her phone out of her boot, and began tapping on the screen. "He might know my personal number and not answer, but he won't know yours. You call him and use the app to pinpoint his location."
Kunoichi grinned. Which wasn't easy to see with her odd ninja-style mask.
Holding up her phone, Midnight Avenger said, "Here, let me give you my whole phone book." They bumped phones. "There. His name is Alberto Ripa. He's the eldest son of the boss, and has recently moved into the number two position of power."
She watched as Kunoichi tapped the pre-dial, and put her phone on speaker. After just two rings Alberto answered.
"Hello."
Kunoichi started speaking Japanese. It startled Midnight Avenger, since she never expected that. Neither did Alberto.
At the same time Kunoichi pulled up the GPS locating app. She never stopped talking, and Midnight Avenger grinned as she listened to Alberto's frustration.
"I don't understand…Hey, listen to me…Aahh," he said. "You have a wrong number, you stupid bitch."
Kunoichi's eyes flashed with victory. She showed Midnight Avenger the search results.
She gave Kunoichi the thumbs up, and started flying away. Midnight Avenger knew the establishment the Ripa thugs were visiting all too well. Kunoichi hung up on the mobster and followed.
"They are at Millionaire Gentlemen's Club out here in the suburbs," she said. It's been there for three decades, and every couple of years the good citizens of that bedroom community tried to close them down. Mostly, though, they just end up giving the Millionaire more advertisement and thus more business. "It's really more of a brothel, and one of many the Ripa Family owns. Most of the dancers are probably women they kidnapped and forced into prostitution, or women they bought from white slavers."
"Good. We can save those poor women, too," Kunoichi said.
Ah, to be young, idealistic, and full of optimism, Midnight Avenger thought, shaking her head and smiling.
"We can try," she said. "But many women find it hard to leave that lifestyle. There's some dark allure that pulls too many back into the gutter."
Flying straight over, they hovered above the neon lit building. The parking lot was full, with lots of men and women lingering around the main entrance. The dozen or so women they saw split evenly between gorgeously dressed for a night on the town and scantily dressed for stripping.
"It never ceases to amaze me that men take dates to strip clubs," Kunoichi said. "If my date even suggested such a thing to me I might kick in his face."
"Take pictures," she said. "I'd like to see that." She pointed to the front door, guarded by six big, black-suited bouncers, and the backdoor. The backdoor was well lit, and they would likely be seen entering since the parking lot wrapped around the strip club. "Front door or back? Pick you pleasure."
"As much as I enjoy some sweet backdoor action, I'm going to have to go with the front door," Kunoichi said, wagging her brows.
"Wow. I didn't expect that from you," Midnight Avenger said, shaking her head with a big grin. "I think Synne City is already getting to you and corrupting your pristine mind."
"I know. I'm so ashamed," she said, and giggled. "But seriously, front door is more dramatic, and thus this raid will more likely make the news. I doubt we'll close this place down by going in a
nd arresting the Ripa thugs, but maybe some otherwise good citizens will think twice about coming here in the future."
"I like it. Keep the honest men honest," she said. The purple clad heroine caught the eyes of the black clad heroine and grinned roguishly. "Let's rock."
"Yes!"
The two super heroine flipped upside down in a flash, and powered dived straight at the front door. They hit the pavement running, and plowed into the doormen.
"Out of the way!" Midnight Avenger cried, kicking left and right, bashing big, brutal men aside.
Kunoichi fought in silence, kicking and punching with a fierce look in her eyes. The bouncers shouted angrily, unsuccessfully trying to fend off the two heroines. The men and women in the parking lot all fled the scene, many of the women screaming.
"That was fun," Kunoichi said when all six bouncers were down and out. "I hope they have more inside. I needed that release."
"Kicking ass always feels so good," she said. "I love it more than chocolate."
"Hey, let's not get carried away," Kunoichi said, grinning.
A big black bouncer charged out of the open doors. Kunoichi jumped up and snapped a foot to his chin. His head was knocked back, while his feet continued forward, coming off the ground. Midnight Avenger dropped to one knee as she pounded her fist down into his belly. He doubled up with a loud, "Ooff!" and the heroine surged forward to deliver a brutal elbow strike to his face.
"Out for the count," Kunoichi said.
"I think I broke his nose," Midnight Avenger said. "Should I feel bad?"
"No. He'll wear his crooked nose as a badge of honor," Kunoichi said.
Gunfire hit their magical shields. It was coming from inside the club.
"They are so damned stupid!" Midnight Avenger cried, and leapt into the air to fly through the doors. Straight at the gunman. She didn't slow down, and pounded a fist into his chin as she bowled him over. "Alberto Ripa! We've come for you!"
Patrons and strippers shouted and screamed, heading for the exits. It was a madhouse for a few seconds, so loud Midnight Avenger couldn't hear herself think. Kunoichi couldn't get inside, either.
Then she spotted him. Alberto was at the back of the club, near the rest rooms. None of his bodyguards were with him. Her eyes narrowed, and fury ignited with the heroine. The smell of his crotch assaulted her memory, and his control over her. Remembering how helpless she felt stoked the fire within.
"Good girl!" Alberto shouted.
"Screw that," she said, too angry to be affected. Well, she felt a twinge, a need to obey, but she was able to suppress it with intense anger. "I'm going to break your face!"
Something flew past, just a foot over her head. Midnight Avenger ducked, but saw Kunoichi land in front of Alberto. He jumped, eyes wide. The mobster swung his pistol around to shoot her. The Asian heroine kicked it out of his hand.
"Hello," Kunoichi said, dropping into an aggressive stance. "I'm Kunoichi, and I'm so pleased to kick your ass."
She thrust-kicked Alberto in the stomach, driving him brutally into the wall. When he bounced off and stumbled back, Kunoichi delivered five quick punches to the belly and face, and then kicked straight up into his chin. Alberto was out before he hit the floor.
"Another one bites the dust," Kunoichi cried.
Two thugs rushed Kunoichi from behind, holding their pistols up to strike her down. Midnight Avenger grabbed a chair and threw it with all of considerable might. It struck the closest thug to her, knocking him into the other. They crashed in a cursing pile next to Kunoichi.
"Thanks," she said, as she turned and charged another of Alberto's bodyguards.
The strip club had high ceilings, so Midnight Avenger was able to fly up and power dive into a cluster of three mobsters. She drove her booted feet into the chest of the middle man, and slapped an elbow across the face of another. The third one punched her in the lower back, and then wrapped a powerful arm around her throat. And held on tight.
"Son of a — " Midnight Avenger cried. Two more Ripa thugs came in on either side and started pounding fists into her stomach and ribs. "Ooff! Ooh! Kunoichi!"
"What? Oh! Hold on, I'm — Ugh!"
Midnight Avenger cursed herself. When she called for her, she distracted Kunoichi. One of her foes was able to strike her in the back of the head with his pistol, driving her staggering forward. Another rushed up and delivered a right cross to the jaw, before a third doubled her up with a punch to the gut.
"Aaaiiieee!" Midnight Avenger cried, flying straight up and bending forward at the same time. She smashed into the ceiling, forcing the thug holding her to take the brunt of it. His grip loosened, and she broke free. "I will beat you all to a bloody pulp!"
The African-American heroine put all she had in her power drive, flying across the club to plow into the three mobsters standing around Kunoichi and kicking her. She hit them lengthways, driving them all brutally into the wall. A second later she was leaping over the down heroine, kicking and punching more charging thugs to give her comrade time to recover.
"Damn, that hurt," Kunoichi said, joining Midnight Avenger.
"How many are there?" she said, as two more mobsters joined the four facing them. And then Alberto joined them. "Dammit, the ones we already took out are waking up."
"Midnight Avenger, be a good — Ugh!" Alberto cried, but was cut off when she kicked him between the legs. "You bitch."
Kicking Alberto opened her to another thug, who kicked her between the legs.
"Ugh, bastard," she cried, and punched him in the face.
Another thug connected with a right cross to her cheek, following up with an uppercut to her chin. Midnight Avenger staggered back a step, head spinning but recovering fast. Kunoichi covered for her, kicking both of them back a step, before another missed her head and hit the beautiful heroine in the shoulder with his pistol.
"Aaiiee," Kunoichi cried, stepping back with her right arm hanging limply. "Damn that hurt."
"How about this?" Alberto said, kicking Kunoichi between the legs. He grabbed her costume between her boobs, yanking her in close, and brought his knee up into her already brutalized groin. "Or this!"
Kunoichi was frozen in place, a stunned, pained look in her eyes. Midnight Avenger saw no sign of intelligence in her comrade's eyes, and understood the level of pain that it took to do that to an Amazon.
"No!" Midnight Avenger cried, charging him. Alberto backhanded her with his pistol, whipping her head around. Her whole world was spinning, body aching. Eyes bleary, the heroine saw another thug swing his pistol, and black and white exploded behind her eyes when he hit her in the side of the head. "Oooooooh."
Alberto cried out with joy, stepping up close as Midnight Avenger dropped to her knees. Her arms hung limply at her sides, while she watched him pull his pistol way back, and swing.
"Ugh!" she cried, head smashed to the side. Then his backswing hit, "Ugh!"
Someone pulled off her tiara. Midnight Avenger was barely conscious of it, her vision blurred. The pain intensified with the loss of the enchanted tiara.
For the second time that night, Midnight Avenger felt her arms pulled back and handcuffed. Two men, one on each arm, pulled the heroine to her feet.
"Not again," she whispered hoarsely as they unzipped and pulled off her bustier top. Her skin got all tingly, and her pussy felt so hot and wet. So achy. Then her shorts were pulled down and off. "I'm going to kick your butts."
Her vision cleared, and she saw Alberto gloating before her. At least half of the Ripa Family thugs had their smart phones out, taking still pictures and video.
Kunoichi was held next to her, also by two men. She still wore her costume, but one of Alberto's thugs was untying her golden sash. Her Object of Power was not around her throat anymore.
"Not tonight, my beautiful pet," Alberto said, pressing up against Midnight Avenger's nudity. He copped a feel, and then pressed his cheek against hers and spoke into her ear. "Gotcha. I made a mistake earlier when I didn't unmask you ri
ght away. I won't make that mistake again."
Midnight Avenger's breath caught as a chill slithered up her spine. She swallowed hard, throat too tight to speak.
"No," Kunoichi said, voice sounding strained. "It's not allowed."
"Good girl, Midnight Avenger," Alberto said.
"Uuugh," the purple clad heroine groaned, her belly clenching and pussy suddenly on fire, so achy and needy. "Please. You won. You don't have be so cruel."
Alberto reached between her legs, forcing his fingers between her tight thighs and rubbing her hot, tingling folds. She was so wet her face heated up.
"You belong to the Ripa Family again," he said. "And we're not going to let you escape this time. You will be ours forever."
He kissed her, long and deep. His free hand cupped her face a second, and then moved up. Midnight Avenger sucked in a sharp breath through her nose when he pushed two fingers under her mask. He wouldn't release her lips as he pulled, forcing her mask away from her face. Revealing her features to one and all. Unmasking her. Destroying her utterly and completely.
"Mmmm," he groaned, hot tears rolling down suddenly uncovered cheeks.
She looked around at all of the men taking pictures and video of her unmasking. Recording her face, her most guarded secret, to show the world.
"Holy crap, boss, it's that DA chick," one of the thugs said. "The one that prosecuted me last time. Angelina Granger."
"Leave her alone!" Kunoichi cried. Then she squeaked, struggling mightily as a thug moved in to pulled her costume open, and then push it over her shoulders. Her large, naked boobs bounced around before them as she struggled. "No! Leave me alone. Leave my costume alone…aaaggh." The goon then pulled her bikini bottoms off, before he yanked her mask down around her neck, revealing her full face. Of course, no one recognized her. "You sicko bastards!" The goon started fondling her naked tits. "I'm going to break your hands for touching me like that!"
She tried to knee him in the nuts, but he jumped back laughing.
"You say that now, but you'll be begging us for it in a few minutes," Alberto said.
"In your dreams," Kunoichi said.
