by JK Waylon
"Let's go take a look at the Ripa Estate," Jazz said. "You never know. Maybe they think we won't check for the reason you have, thinking they wouldn't be foolish enough to take another heroine to the same place."
"I'll try anything once," Midnight Avenger said, then froze.
"I heard that about you," Jazz said, winking. "Such a naughty, naughty heroine."
The witch flew off in a flash. Midnight Avenger gawked after her, and then slanted a look at Catgirl.
"The Glories always made me look like a nun," she said, eyes red and moist.
"I know," Catgirl replied with a sigh. "They were a blast to have around. Why did this have to happen?"
They followed Jazz across the city. Soon, the Ripa Estate loomed before them. Catgirl never ceased to be amazed by the grandeur of the place. How much money had gone into it?
"Exhibit A: Crime does pay," Midnight Avenger said.
"Shhh," Jazz said.
The witch held her hands out and began whispering a sing-song chant. A few seconds later her hands started to glow an eerie blue. The glow slowly crept up her arms, and then spread over her entire body. Catgirl put a little distance between them. Magic was freaky and scary. She understood her Object of Power was magical, but that was as far into magic as she wanted to delve.
"There are only ten men down there," Jazz finally said. "No women. So they took Glory Gal's body elsewhere." She turned furious eyes on the two heroines. "I swear on my honor, they will pay dearly for what they've done."
Chapter 9
The safe house was an old, rundown Craftsman style structure. Toni could tell it needed paint even in the dark. Its purpose wasn’t to impress passersby, but to keep under the radar. It was the first time she'd been there, but she'd known of it for years. It had been her job to secure safe houses in the “good ole days” before her father and eldest brother were taken away.
There were old, beat up cars parked along the curb, but none of them belonged to the Ripa Family. The porch light was off, but many curtained windows glowed. Toni spotted a shadow pass before one window.
Edward slowly turned into the driveway. It was a tight fit between the house and its neighbor, but he followed the drive to the open garage. She wasn't pleased to find the garage wasn't attached, but that was a problem with most older houses.
Toni was preceded out of the garage by Edward; both had a pistol in hand. Her eyes darted left and right as she moved swiftly and surely to the back door. It was unlocked, so they entered without hesitation. Despite the house's outward look of disrepair, the interior was quite nice. Well, it was renovated ten years earlier. They entered a nice kitchen, with Travertine tile and stainless steel appliances. The counters were marble.
Stopping to look around, Toni's eyes fell on the fridge. Was there any beer or wine on site? They kept the safe houses stocked with the basics, but she wasn't sure about alcohol. Edward opened it to reveal nothing but condiments.
Just as well, Toni thought. I have enough on my plate without getting drunk.
"Toni?" Dynamo's voice echoed through the nearly empty house.
"In the kitchen," she said. "Where are you?"
"Master bedroom," the former heroine said.
Dynamo's stiletto-heeled footsteps started their way. Toni led the way out of the kitchen. She found old floor plans annoying. Open floor plans were so much more convenient and attractive. The kitchen opened into the dining room, which flowed into the living room. They found Dynamo in the living room.
"Well, that was a fiasco," Toni said, stopping in the middle of the room. "Did all of them escape?" She looked at Edward, Dynamo, and then around the room. "Hell, how many of our guys made it out of this thing?"
"I don't know about our men," Dynamo said. "But we know at least one mask didn't escape. Glory Gal is down forever."
A sweet feeling of bliss filled Toni for a second. She remembered the look on Glory Gal's face when Dynamo grabbed her head and sent that super-powered bolt of electricity through her skull. The look of shock and disbelief was… Glorious! There was no way she could've survived that attack. At least one of Synne City's premier super heroines was dead.
"That was good work on your part," Toni said. "It's just a shame we couldn't capture her alive. I was so looking forward to a super heroine unmasking and reveal tonight."
"Then you'll love this," Dynamo said. "For one, Glory Gal is not dead. For another, her mask is still on her face. I thought you'd like the honor of removing it and revealing her secret identity to the world."
Toni froze. She shared a shocked look with Edward. How did the heroine survive such a brutal attack?
"Is she brain dead at least?"
"She's an Amazon, so she can survive assaults that would kill you, but that also means her mental capacity was already in question," Dynamo said with a shrug. Toni raised an eyebrow and grinned. Even though Dynamo was an Amazon, she was usually the first to belittle and insult them as a whole. "She hasn't spoken or shown any sign of intelligent understanding." She paused to grin evilly. "But she responds quite enthusiastically to sexual stimulation."
"You've been…?" Edward asked.
"Hey, girls just want to have fun," Dynamo said as she wagged her brows.
Dynamo turned on a heel, and walked past the stairs to the second floor. She entered another room. Toni followed, with Edward bringing up the rear. The other room proved to be the master bedroom. The mob boss was pretty sure that wasn't the house's original configuration, and she didn't like how it was laid out. But then, she wasn't planning on living there. The bedroom had the essentials: walk-in closet, en suite bathroom, queen-sized bed with a naked super heroine tied spread eagle.
Glory Gal writhed upon the bed, making the sexiest tiny animal noises. Her long platinum hair was tousled and spread across the pillow, with that famous white mask still hiding her secret identity. The helpless heroine was naked, save for white thigh boots and opera gloves. And some silver bangles and earrings.
"How long have you been having fun?" Toni asked.
The vanquished vigilante's spectacular body was shiny with sweat, her face was flushed, and there was a wet spot under her shapely ass. Toni glanced at Dynamo's gloved hands, which did look wet. The evil Amazon grinned with wicked delight and shrugged.
"Half hour or so," she said. "I'm not good with time. It only took me a few minutes to fly over here. So I've been here since you left the ambush site."
"I'm surprised you're still dressed," Toni muttered.
"You have no idea," Dynamo whispered under her breath. Then, in normal tones, "I've been getting her ready for your big unveil on live stream."
"So she's not on the verge of death or anything?" Toni asked.
"Nope. She'll live a long and unfruitful life," Dynamo said. "Unless you want me to snap her neck. I can do it. It'll give our Family enormous street cred."
Toni shook her head. Super heroines thought a lot about 'street cred.' Most street people didn't even think in those terms anymore, but it was a big thing for masks. Unfortunately, being lobotomized hadn't cured Dynamo of that obsession.
"If she were still coherent, and understood that we were killing her, I might agree," the mob boss said. "I did want to kill one of them, and I still do. But killing a mindless bimbo like this won't get us anything. Besides…" She stepped close to the bed to run a hand up Glory Gal's inner thigh, before tracing a line up to the blonde's jiggling tits. "I think we can still sell her to a pimp. Then her enemies can line up for some Glory Gal fuck fests."
"You have a sick and depraved mind, Boss," Dynamo said. "I admire that about you."
Toni pinched Glory Gal's erect nipple, and then rolled it between thumb and index finger. Glory Gal gasped, blue eyes huge, back bowed, and let out a wanton groan. The blonde heroine's reaction made her tingly inside.
"Amazons are one and all horny little whores," Dynamo said.
"Including you?"
"Especially me," the redhead beauty said, voice dropping an octave.
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"Then, you'll be happy to learn that I'm going to let you unmask Glory Gal in the live stream," Toni said. "Consider it my thank you for snatching her up and not just leaving her behind."
Toni called her team at the website and got the advertising going. Then she called the top pimps and madams in Synne City to set up a little auction. They were told to watch the website for a live stream, during which they'd bid for Glory Gal Toni would run the auction from her phone, while Edward live streamed the action with his.
It took a while to set up.
"Do it," Toni said, noticing all the important players were finally logged into the auction's chat room.
Edward started the show off with a slow foot-to-head shot of Glory Gal's naked glory. He paused and zoomed in on her completely waxed bare pussy, while Dynamo removed her own gloves to better manipulate the hapless heroine's nether lips sexily. She even finger-fucked the heroine for a moment. Then he panned up to her large, naturally firm tits. Those beauties were bouncing around and jiggling so enticingly the first bids were already appearing.
"Welcome to Glory Gal's last moment of super heroine glory," Dynamo said. "She was captured by ME, the better, hotter, even more Glorious – and incredibly humble – Dynamo, just an hour ago in an ambush gone wrong. Poor, poor, pitiful thing. Now she's our sex slave fuck toy."
Toni rolled her eyes. Apparently, all Amazons were born divas, turned or not.
"As you may have seen in the previous video, she's already been stripped and, um, warmed up." Dynamo squeezed a tit, and then leaned over to give the nipple a firm lick. "Mmm, tastes like… Defeat."
Edward moved his phone up to the heroine's face. Dynamo moved with the camera shot, giving Glory Gal a peck on the cheek, followed by a wink at the camera. One finger began tracing that tantalizing mask, while she slowly, dramatically claimed the blonde's glossy pink lips in a deep, long kiss. It was so hot even Toni gave a little squeak.
"Now we're going to have a little fun, and then find out who has been hiding behind that mask all these years," Dynamo continued. "And me? I'm Dynamo, your hostess about to have the mostest fun."
Toni smiled. Dynamo was starting to show a little of her crazy. Sex, or even the prospect of sex, always made the former heroine a little cray-cray. Few men were as obsessed with nasty, wicked, rough sex as Dynamo. And if some young, pretty girl was tied up and abused, even better.
Dynamo's sexy antics created a flurry of new bids. Normally, a super heroine of Glory Gal's stature would've brought those bids already, but Toni had advised the participants ahead of time that Dynamo had burned away the blonde's mind. Glory Gal was only good for fucking. Preferably while tied to a bed.
After pausing to remove her costume bottoms, Dynamo sat on Glory Gal's face and ground her pussy into the blonde's mouth. Then she went down on Glory Gal. That hot 69 action helped the bidding even more. Toni noticed it was mostly the men bidding now. The bidding intensified as Glory Gal's obvious pleasure did. It didn't take Dynamo long to have the heroine bucking and thrusting her hips.
"Aaaaggh!" Glory Gal screamed.
"Bingo, we have a winner," Dynamo laughed. She pulled off her own top, before turning around to lie atop the captive crime fighter. The super-powered mob enforcer rubbed her large, firm tits all over Glory Gal's perfect pair, before moving down to scissor her. "Heart to heart, and then snatch to snatch, super heroine love never dies!"
Toni glanced over at her. What does that mean? Was she Glory Gal's lover?
Dynamo spent an hour putting Glory Gal through her lesbian sex paces. The mob Amazon had to do all the work, but they still put on a good show together. Glory Gal's enthusiastic and absolutely honest response to all that sexual stimulation was a sight to behold. But the moment of truth was upon them now.
"Time to meet the woman behind this mask," Dynamo purred prettily, as she traced Glory Gal's mask with one finger. "I bet she's even prettier without the mask, don't you all think?" She bit her lip, gave a single wag of her brows, and then dug two fingers under the edge of the white mask. "Let's find out together."
Dynamo began to pull. Toni looked up to watch, her heart starting to pound. She'd waited almost her entire adult life to find out Glory Gal's secret identity. The blonde avenger started her super heroine career just as Toni graduated college and started working in the family business, so she was probably around 24 or 25. Super heroine pussy in its prime.
"And, Glory Gal's not-so-secret-anymore identity is…" Dynamo teased. The mask was half off, but Edward's angle kept the audience from seeing what Dynamo could see of her exposed face. "Oh my God!" She ripped the mask away with a flourish. "Olivia Olsen! Crusading reporter Olivia Fucking Olsen is, or WAS, Glory Gal!"
"What?!" Toni cried.
The auction chat went crazy. Everyone wanted Olivia Olsen/Glory Gal now. As intense as it was, the auction only lasted another five minutes. In the end, the Tenderloin's top pimp, Pimp Daddy, won. The former super heroine's next stop: his brothel.
"Get her ready," Toni said. "I promised to deliver her to Pimp Daddy within the hour." She sighed happily. "One stuck-up, superior-than-thou super heroine down, and ten to go."
Chapter 10
Ten days later…
Lightning cast it way across the dark street. The rain just kept pouring, as it had for the past five hours. The lone woman walking down the sidewalk stayed close to the buildings, wary of passing vehicles.
Laura walked slowly under her red umbrella, her mind in turmoil. She wore a tan trench coat, but her the platform peep-toe stiletto pumps didn't protect her feet. They were soaked, and she heard a little squish sound coming from the left one.
Should've worn the boots.
When her destination came into view, she stopped and looked around. It was a cold, wet, bleak night in Uptown Synne City. At least the rain scrubbed the air clean of the nearby river. Then her eyes fell upon the Marco Polo Pizzeria. Laura bit her lip and reconsidered.
Her belly had been a hot mess since she finally made the decision and committed herself. What else could she do? Her sun and moon, her reason to exist, Glory Gal was gone. Toni Ripa and Dynamo unmasked her mentor on a live stream, and now everyone knew that Glory Gal was the super heroine persona of Olivia Olsen. Worse still, rumor said the captured heroine was sold to Pimp Daddy and was bringing in booming business. Even worse, Glory Gal's mind had been wiped clean by Dynamo's bolt, leaving her a barely functioning shell. That allowed Pimp Daddy to dress her up as Glory Gal so the scum of the earth could fuck her raw day in and day out.
Just thinking about it sickened her stomach and made Laura want to curl up into a ball and cry all day and night. Jennifer, Lynda, and Jazz tried their best to help her, telling her it was just survivor's guilt. She'd get over it in time. Laura wasn't sure she wanted to get over it. Still, she had to get on with her life.
Since she was Olivia's camera girl, Laura tried to return to work at the station. And promptly got assigned to the news teams' most obnoxious and condescending reporter. That lasted three hours before she punched him in the nose and got a pink slip in return. Now her rent was due and she was two hundred dollars short. She knew Jennifer, Tamara, or Angelina would gladly spot her the cash, but that would only be a temporary fix.
Laura needed a real job.
Which brought her back to the pizzeria. She didn't want a waitressing job. Oh no, she wanted to work in the business deep below the pizza place. Subversions was the biggest sensation in Synne City, illegally occupying a Neo-Gothic subway station from a line abandoned a century earlier. The owner and manager was Jethro Massey, a nebulous player in the underworld. He was known to be a powerful Void, so he could guarantee no super heroine invasions. That let Subversions thrive as a club by criminals, for criminals.
With the threat of being depowered by the Void, super heroines and witches had to stay far away. Of course, the fact it was such a dangerous, taboo club meant all of the college-age men and women flocked to it. Young women seemed especially drawn to Subv
ersions, and the dangerous bad boys that patronized it.
Subversions was mostly a bar and dance club, but it didn't stop there. There was a brothel and strip club as well. They had themed rooms and several VIP lounges. They even rented "hook up" rooms by the half-hour. But the job Laura wanted was stripper, because Glory Gal's best informant was Melissa who was a stripper there. The bad guys told Melissa all kinds of juicy things.
Laura would be her own intelligence agent, her own informant.
Of course, Melissa learned most of her information while whoring herself off between dances. That part didn't thrill Laura. She despised the idea that she'd be fucking such evil, vile men just for scraps of information. But she'd do whatever, and whoever, it took to eliminate the Ripas once and for all.
I'll use my humiliation to fuel my FURY.
The Council of Witches had just elevated her to full heroine. Her Glory Girl persona was gone, lost with her beloved mentor's defeat. She was now the super heroine Fury. Back home she had a new costume: red and black, with a new full-powered Object of Power. She'd only worn it once, but next time she became Fury, she'd be going after Toni and Dynamo.
After taking two deep, steadying breaths, Laura hurried into the Marco Polo Pizzeria. There was a single family of four in one of the booths. The middle-aged waitress looked her up and down, frowned, and nodded towards the back. Laura graced her with a weak smile. Her heels clattered loudly on old green tiles. She made for the large man in the dark suit guarding the club's entry.
"Hi. I'm Laura Brown. Mr. Massey is expecting me," she said.
"New girl?" he asked. "Waitress?"
"Stripper," she said.
His eyes filled with lecherous hunger as he looked her over. There wasn't much to see, with the trench coat and all. But she'd done her face and hair up sexy. She was sure he'd pay her a paying visit or two, and that thought made her skin crawl.
