by Don Ship
While Ninja Girl proudly spoke with the assembled press corps, giving them an "abbreviated" and cleaned up version of the story, the cops went through the Palace with a fine tooth comb. All they found of the captured super heroines were costumes and parts of costumes. No actual missing super heroines.
"Look again," Ninja Girl said. "I saw them leave the sixth floor. They might be completely stripped, or dressed up like regular hookers."
"The building is completely empty, Ninja Girl. They either escaped into the night through fire escape doors, or King Pimp's junior pimps snatched them up and took them away," the Police Sergeant on the scene advised her.
"Fuck them, Ninja Girl," a report called. He looked her up and down with fiery eyes. "They proved themselves very UNsuper. YOU, Ninja Girl, are the premier super heroine of Grimme City now."
"Yeah, they're just skanky whores now," another reporter said. "Everyone knows that once a heroine is tamed, then she is worthless for anything else."
Ninja Girl thought about it, remembered how eagerly the other heroines had jumped on her and fucked her for their vile pimp. Maybe they were right. She shrugged and smiled at them with sparkling brown eyes.
"Me? The premier super heroine in Grimme City?" Ninja Girl said. "Why yes. Yes, I am."
The End
Giselle: Magically Delicious
“There you are,” the pop princess said, a look of disgust on her too pretty face. “Hello, Witchelle.”
“That’s Giselle, Diva,” Giselle said, suppressing her supreme irritation. She agreed to protect Diva as a favor to the police chief. She was new to Grimme City, and needed both the reputation boost and the money being paid by the promoter to protect the less than darling pop diva called, aptly, Diva. “My name is Giselle. I would appreciate it if you could get it right at least once.”
“Whatever,” Diva said, waving her perfectly manicured hand dismissively. “But it’s time to go on stage, and you’re holding up the show. So stop strutting around in your stripper clothes and do your magic thingie so I can do my singing thingie and go somewhere way better than boring Grimme City.”
The exotic bronze-skinned beauty from Brazil locked dark, dark eyes on the beautiful blonde and tried to convince herself she shouldn’t curse her with a big old wart on the end of her perfect little nose. The thought made her smile, but she couldn’t really do it. That would be an evil act, and she was firmly on the side of Good. So she sucked it up and nodded.
After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d been belittled for her brief attire. But super heroines got used to that. Besides, her black halter top covered her enticingly large and firm boobs rather demurely by super heroine standards, and her skirt was ankle length, with a slit high up her right thigh. Though, she would admit the stiletto-heeled sandals, that crisscrossed up almost to her knees, would make any stripper proud. But the prissy little pop tartlet also was wearing, and actually danced in, her own five inch stilettos, so who was she to judge?
“I am ready,” Giselle said. “Everyone, be very quiet.”
She closed her eyes and lifted her staff. Giselle felt the magic flowing through her, from the staff, reaching out in all directions. She cast out toward the audience, searching for feelings of ill will. Looking for weapons. Nothing found.
Relaxing, she smiled at Diva and said, “It is safe.”
“How wonderful!” Lady Di cooed as she stepped through a side door. The infamous villainess wore a black face mask, a black bikini, and black stiletto pumps. A dozen black clad and masked goons followed her. “The witchy woman doesn’t see a threat to dear little Diva.”
“Lady Di! What are you doing here?” Giselle cried.
“Something naughty, I’m sure,” Lady Di said. “Take her down, boys.”
Three black clad goons charged Giselle, and another three charged Diva. The other six goons split up evenly, to take out the bodyguards and rent-a-cops present. Diva and her backup singers and dancers screamed like school girls and pretty much stood in place and had panic attacks. One and all were too consumed with their personal situation to worry about anyone else, so the three goons easily seized Diva within seconds.
“Unhand her, you miscreants!”
“Miscreants?” Lady Di said, amused. “You’ve been hanging around those goody-goodies Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl too much. They’re teaching you bad habits and manners.”
Giselle ignored Lady Di. She centered herself and held her magical staff out toward Diva and the three men holding her. She chanted a quick cantrip, and all three men yelped and jumped back from Diva. But before she could finish the job, the three goons charging her arrived.
“Dogs, and sons of dogs,” Giselle said, dodging left even as she swung her staff at head height. All three men were struck upside the head. It wasn’t a hard, bone crushing strike, but it stunned them enough to make them stop and shake their heads. It was enough. Giselle concentrated and pointed her staff at the three goons. A bolt of electricity shot out and engulfed the three. They cried out and collapsed. “Take that!”
Giselle called out to the spirits, holding her staff high in both hands. Eyes closed, she concentrated on the spell. She ignored the cries of fear and dismay from all around. Even Diva’s group really didn’t think she could do anything with her magic. Few people really believed in magic, despite the evidence before their eyes in the form or super heroes and such. Not to mention witches and shamans. But believers or not, her magic would take them all down if they crossed her!
A powerful wind, slowly growing stronger, began to swirl around in the room. Small objects were lifted and hurled by her magic as well, all taken up in her magical cyclone.
“Kneel to the power of the staff or perish!” Giselle called, her rich voice booming with magically enhanced authority.
Diva was the first to drop to her knees. Lady Di was backing away, a look of shock on her beautiful face. Her goons were backing toward the door they’d entered.
“No!” a female’s voice cried from behind Diva. “Get her, girls!”
Half a dozen of Diva’s own dancers jumped the beautiful blonde pop princess. Diva was dragged off her knees to her back, where scantily clad dancers kicked and clawed at her.
Giselle was so startled by the unexpected betrayal of Diva, she lost her concentration and the spell dissipated quickly. But she wasn’t concerned with the lost spell, and all the magical energy, the Mana, she’d lost doing it. She just stared open-mouthed at the rage and vehemence of Diva’s much maligned and abused dancers.
“What are you doing?” Giselle cried. “She’s Diva! America’s Sweetheart! She’s your boss!”
“And we hate this backbiting, arrogant bitch!” one of them cried. “She deserves whatever happens to her!”
The threat had changed. Giselle now had to strike down dancers, who had lost their minds and were attacking her famous charge. Part of her understood their anger and rage, for she’d only known Diva two hours and wanted to throttle her. But it was her duty to protect Diva from anyone wanting to harm or kidnap her.
Giselle closed her eyes and raised her shaft. She got the first two words of her spell out when one of Lady Di's goons tackled her. The staff went one way and Giselle went the other. She was driven hard into the floor. Her breath exploded out with the impact, leaving her gasping and clawing frantically at the floor.
Realizing she was in grave danger, Giselle tried to crawl way.
“Not so fast, Giselle,” Lady Di cooed.
One of her goons seized Giselle’s left ankle and started dragging her toward the villainess. Lady Di's eyes danced with wicked glee as she watched Diva’s magical protector being dragged her way.
Three goons jumped Giselle when she was dumped at Lady Di's feet. One grabbed her long black hair, while the other two each seized an arm. Giselle was lifted up and presented to Lady Di.
“You won’t get away with this, Lady Di!” Giselle growled, dark eyes flashing.
“How amusing! The delightfully delicious witc
h is threatening me!” Lady Di said, caressing her soft bronze cheeks adorningly. She produced a small knife, and sliced through the halter top between Giselle’s massive mammaries. All eyes turned to the spectacular set of boobs that jounced nakedly before their eyes. “Mmm, got milk? Talk about delicious! She’s almost as well endowed as Ms Patriot! What fun we’ll have tonight, boys! Tie her up good and bring her along.”
A red ball-gag was stuffed into Giselle’s mouth, and strapped down securely. Gagged, Giselle realized she was truly captured. All of her spells had to be spoken. She was utterly helpless and at Lady Di's less than gentle mercy.
“I want every pretty young thing here brought with us. Dancers included, though I am grateful to them for saving us and allowing us to capture Giselle and the most delectable Diva,” Lady Di said.
To her horror, Giselle was forced to follow Lady Di to a waiting panel truck. Diva, speechless and numb with shock, docilely followed as well. Her rebellious dancers balked and squawk, but were quickly herded to the panel truck as well. At the truck all of Lady Di's goons picked up chloroform pads and pressed them to their faces. Giselle alone was not chloroformed unconscious.
Once on the way, Giselle discovered the reason she wasn’t gassed. The goons wanted to have some fun and retribution. Giselle was quickly dragged to the front, to a small clear space. They forced her to kneel before Lady Di, so the villainess could look her prize over.
“Such a beautifully exotic looking girl,” Lady Di purred, eyes a-twinkle with lustful glee. She produced a pair of scissors and snapped the through the skirt over Giselle’s shapely, well-rounded hips. That skirt fell to the floor, revealing her bikini waxed and close-cropped black pubic mound.
“Mmmpphhhh!” Giselle cried through the rubber ball-gag.
She struggled, but Lady Di's goons held her tight as the villainess began to lovingly caress her large tits. She rolled the large dark nipples between her delicate fingers, pinching and caressing them, even raking her long nails across the rubbery flesh, until Giselle’s nipples were highly sensitive and engorged. Giselle was stunned by the speed and skill in which Lady Di aroused her nipples and her body.
“Definitely of Valkyrie descent, and so easily aroused,” the villainess laughed. “Though, she looks quite shocked by her sexual response to my touch. I guess she didn’t realize she was a lesbian.”
The goons all laughed as Giselle struggled more fiercely and Lady Di lowered her full, red lips to one of those tingling nipples. The sexual tingle spread from Giselle’s nipples, down to her pussy. Within seconds of Lady Di sucking in her nipple she felt her twat start to moisten and tingle. In no time Lady Di had her noisily panting through her nose as she writhed helplessly. No one had ever handled her tits better, had made her cunt ache so thoroughly, with just their hands, lips, and tongue on her tits.
Then Lady Di’s right hand dropped low.
“Mmmmm!” Giselle groaned.
Lady Di’s hand proved as talented as her lips and tongue. She caressed the labia until Giselle was sopping wet, then a single long-nailed finger slipped past the pussy lips. Giselle tensed, and held her breath a long moment as that finger explored her most intimate place. And just as she feared, Lady Di’s finger moved unerringly toward her clitoris.
“Mmmmm,” Giselle moaned. “Aaammmmm!”
Lady Di had a way of flicking her clit with the tip of her long nail that drove her crazy. She quickly had Giselle frantic, bucking and writhing uncontrollable, but no matter what Giselle did, Lady Di's finger never wavered or missed or lost the clit.
Spirits save me! Giselle thought in awe and shock. I’m coming!
And come she did. It was a slow starter, but quickly built up steam until she felt that climax from her toes to the end of her long black hair. It was the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. And it wasn’t some ten second orgasm, but lasted a good two minutes.
“I think she’s ready for you, boys,” Lady Di said.
One of the goons unzipped and moved up behind Giselle. Her belly was still quivering from the orgasm. She barely understood where she was at the moment, much less what was about to happen. So Giselle screamed into her ball-gag when the man mounted her from behind.
Lady Di's expert masturbation of her pussy had left her sopping wet. Her own cum was dripping down her long satiny inner thighs. She was so well lubricated the goon's big dick slid right into her with no resistance, and rammed it all the way home on the first stroke.
“Ahhhnnnph!”
She sighed gustily through her nose, eyes rolling up as her back bowed. Giselle didn't want to give them any pleasure, but it felt so damned good. So wonderful. So right, and her sex tightened up around his invading cock, throbbing and convulsing.
“I think she likes this as well,” the goon laughed. “What a wanton slut!”
All she could do was groan wantonly.
While he was fucking her pussy, another goon started playing with her massive tits. He wasn’t as talented as Lady Di, but she was already aroused. Between the two of them Giselle was soon panting fiercely through her nose and starting to buck. That rush to climax was building deep in her belly, and she lost control of it a moment later.
The men laughed and high-fived each other when not fifteen seconds later she had a third orgasm. And another. Giselle had seven orgasms before the goon shot his wad and pulled out, leaving her spent on the floor of the panel truck, shapely bronze ass sticking up in the air.
The other goons were all but fighting each other to be next. She was rolled onto her back, and a goon straddled her waist. He pulled out his cock and started rubbing her tits with it. While he was amusing himself, another goon mounted her twat behind him. She found herself being double-teamed in a way she hadn’t counted on.
Weak and already aroused, Giselle was unable to fight the pleasure they were forcing upon her exhausted body. Lady Di laughed when the first goon grabbed her tits and pressed them together, trapping his cock within their silky clutches. He started titty fucking her with wild abandon. Giselle watched his face in morbid fascination, having never seen a man more caught up in carnal pleasure. All the while his cohort was plugging away in her pussy, whipping her into a frenzy again.
This time when she climaxed, the titty fucker got too excited and popped his load. The initial shot spewed across her face, then follow up spurts creamed her globular tits with sticky, slimy cum. He then used his semi-erect dick to smear the cum all over his mountainous tits.
“Ah, too bad, boys, we’re home,” Lady Di said. “The rest of you will have to wait until all of the girls are secured inside.”
The panel truck stopped, then backed up to a large bay door. The door was opened and Giselle saw a large warehouse beyond. On one side were stacked coffin-sized crates.
Giselle was taken on wobbly legs to a steel ring in the wall. She was forced to kneel by the ring and a dog collar was placed around her slender neck. They fastened her collar to that ring. Then she watched as they removed Diva and her dancers one by one from the panel truck. The girls were all still unconscious from the chloroform.
Each girl was bound tightly, ball-gagged and given an injection before being placed in a crate. Then the crate was nailed shut. They were all very businesslike, until they came to Diva herself. The pop princess was quickly stripped and laid out spread eagle on the concrete floor. Lady Di was the first to sample her unconscious, but still enticing charms. Then the men lined up and quickly gang-banged the super star known as America’s Sweetheart. Like Giselle, she was titty fucked repeatedly, having a great rack, pussy fucked, and even anal fucked by three men. Then still dripping with cum, Diva was given her injection to keep her asleep a long time, and crated.
While her men gang-banged Diva, Lady Di got on the phone and found buyers for all the captured women. Diva, of course, already had a buyer before Lady Di moved on her. From what Giselle heard, they were getting a cool twenty million for the pop tartlet. The other girls were quickly sold, and money changed hands
electronically, and shipping labels were affixed to their crates. Some were going to other white slavers, but most were headed to brothels in third world countries with a taste for pretty American girls.
Giselle was taken away before the express delivery trucks started to arrive. Lady Di had other plans for her. So she was taken to a back room and forced to kneel. Moments later Lady Di arrived with Giselle’s magical staff. Giselle’s eyes lit up at the sight of her object of power, her most powerful talisman.
“Tell me, Giselle, how do I make this staff obey my commands,” Lady Di said. "I want to be a powerful sorceress."
“Mmphfff.”
“Remove the gag,” Lady Di said.
To her surprise and delight, Giselle was ungagged. She never expected such a stroke of luck to befall her. Obviously Lady Di truly knew nothing about her or her staff.
“What about Diva and her dancers?” Giselle asked first, mostly to limber up her mouth and tongue after being so brutally gagged. Her words were coming out slurred, and her magic needed precise enunciation to work. “They’re all still here, right?”
“Some are,” Lady Di said. “Diva is gone, and some of the others.”
“They’ll all be gone before we finish with you,” one of the goons snarled. “Now shut up and answer the Lady’s question, bitch.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Teach me to use magic, to use this staff, and I won’t sell you to your enemies,” Lady Di purred. “That absolutely gorgeous mad scientist, Dr. Chun Fang, has offered one hundred thousand for you. I haven’t given her an answer yet.” She leaned in close. "I think she wants to dissect you, but maybe she'll use you in her monster breeding program."
The mention of Dr. Chun Fang elicited a gasp from Giselle. The worst fate possible was for that horrible woman to get her evil hands on her. She would do wicked things to her body, then breed her with some tentacled plant or something. The thought sent a chill coursing down her spine.
“Ok, I’ll teach you,” Giselle said, trying to hide a tiny smile of triumph.
