by Don Ship
The driver snuck up behind her, and slammed a fist into her lower back. Then a fist to her ribs and side of her head followed. The sexy blonde vigilante stumbled back, far from down but seriously needing a second of respite to regain her composure. But he followed with a series of seven punches, all smashing her titanic tits like boxing speed bags.
After the fourth punch to the tits, they broke free of their scant confinement. Finally, with a lusty leer, he grabbed her tits with both hands.
"Idiot," Uber Woman said. "So typical, too. MEN!"
She thrust her knee up as she flew straight up, and cold cocked the sleazy bastard. The vivacious vigilante glared balefully down at him as she fixed her costume ten off of the ground, getting her firm white globes back inside the bustier top of her costume. If he hadn't been distracted by her perfect pair, she knew he would've defeated her. She would've been beaten into submission.
"But you're a man," she said, grinning smugly. "Idiot."
Uber Woman was feeling her oats. She'd just trashed Erica's limo, and took out her driver and bodyguard. All in under a minute. Felt good to be kicking criminal butt.
"Erica, come on out and face the music," Uber Woman said. She ripped off the back door and looked inside the upside down limo. Erica was sprawled on the roof of the car, looking dazed and confused. It warmed the sexy super heroine's courageous heart to see that most powerful of all criminals laid low. "Hey, baby, whatcha doing? Taking a nappie?"
Erica pushed up on her elbows and looked at the super heroine with unfocused eyes. But she was recovering quickly, and Uber Woman saw fear flash, to be replaced with rage. Erica was a beautiful woman, and she looked utterly stunning when her dark eyes flashed fire. Her tousled, long dark hair made her even sexier.
"Honey, we got to talk," Uber Woman said, reaching in and snatching up a fist full of soft brown hair. She started dragging Erica out of the overturned limo as the mob boss fumbled with her purse. "Come on out."
Erica was all but pissing herself. She riffled through her purse as Uber Woman dragged her out of the car. BY THE HAIR! She felt utterly violated and belittled, and that arrogant super heroine would pay dearly. But first she needed a weapon, and all she had was a ten inch silver vibrator, that she was carrying to use on Tammy Thomas.
"A vibrator?" Uber Woman said, seeing it in Erica's hand. "Really? That's the best you can do?"
"No, this is!" Erica cried, swinging the vibrator at Uber Woman's smug face. She swung it like a club.
Uber Woman laughed as she reached out and grabbed the swinging vibrator. Stopped it dead. Erica just gawked, mouth open, and eyes wide in disbelief. What did she expect? Hitting the statuesque super heroine with something as small as that dildo wouldn't hurt her. Duh.
"No, give it back," Erica cried, twisting and pulling the vibrator.
It clicked, and …Vvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
That sound was like a hammer to the head. Uber Woman gasped, big blue eyes wide. Erica watched the sexy super heroine stumble back, hands thrown wide, and a look of pure shock on her too beautiful, masked face.
"Aaaaggggghhhhh! Great Goddess Freya, I cannot…Ohhhh… I am coming aaaaggaaaiiiiinnnn…Uuuuuuuugggggghhhhh!" She fell to her knees, clutching her twat. "Oh, turn it offffff — I beg you, Erica! Turn it OOOOFFFF! Aaaaagggghhhh!"
"Erica! What happened?" Big Mike said, stumbling over with the driver.
"I think I just got Uber Woman," Erica said, and turned the vibrator to high.
Vvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!"
"Boys. Strip her. Fuck her," Erica said, dark eyes narrowing. "It's time we tamed this meddlesome goodie-two-shoe, and put her in her proper place."
Erica reached down and pulled off Uber Woman's tiara, with the all important gemstone. She was instantly de-powered and even more helpless. She, of course, climaxed again. And again. Then both of her arms were pulled back. Handcuffs were snapped over the pink opera gloves, and they two men pulled off her pink short-shorts.
The bodyguard pulled her to her feet. She was forced to bend over at the waist, and he promptly mounted her throbbing twat from behind. The driver stepped before the helpless heroine, and forced her eager mouth down upon his cock. Erica pulled out her smart phone and called for another limo and backup goons, all while she enjoyed watching Uber Woman's head bobbing on her driver's cock.
When Demi arrived with their backup, and the men ready to clean up the mess before the police got involved, the bodyguard was ejaculating deep up Uber Woman's cunt, causing her to climax even harder. Then the driver started spewing hot, sticky cum in the sex-addled heroine's face.
"She's a goner," Demi said, snatching up a handful of soft blonde hair and jerking Uber Woman's head back. The super heroine's face was slack, eyes glazed, panting. "She's in sexual la-la land. Now she is an empty vessel, ready to be filled with your wisdom, your instructions. Uber Woman is ready to be thoroughly brainwashed and molded into the woman you want her to be. You can mold her self-image, her thoughts, her WILL."
"Perfect," Erica said. "Welcome to your slavery, Uber Bitch."
"Keep fucking her like this, and within a day or two, Uber Woman will be yours body and soul," Demi said, smirking. "She will have no thought that you don't put into her head."
Erica shoved the dildo up the sexily stacked super heroine's dripping cunt. Then she reached up to Uber Woman's face. Her hand hesitated, she locked eyes with the beautiful blonde vigilante, and ripped off her white mask.
"Oh my Goddess!" Demi cried. "Tammy Thomas is Uber Woman? Wow!"
"This is better than I imagined!" Erica said. "Yes!"
Uber Woman knew she was toast. Her storied career was over, both as an investigative reporter and as a super heroine. Her beautiful blue eyes rolled up as another orgasm claimed her spectacular body. "Aaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!"
"Take her up to the house, and we'll get this party started," Erica said, and winked at Demi. "If this works, you are going to be a very rich woman, Demi."
One month later…
"This is well-deserved," Erica said, handing Dr. Demi Darling a check. There were a LOT of zeros on that check.
The brainwashing technique for Valkyrie women worked beyond any of their dreams. Uber Woman was broken, tamed, and completely under Erica's thumb that first day, before nightfall. She'd been Erica's obedient slave girl for the last month. She also proved to be a wealth of information.
Yes, poor brainwashed Tammy Thomas, A.K.A. Uber Woman, knew the secret identities of all of Grimme City's super heroines. Two days after Uber Woman's capture, Ms Patriot in her secret identity as Jennifer Jade was kidnapped, fucked stupid, and brainwashed. Took a few hours, tops. That very night the Sambino goons snatched Lynda Lynns and LaToya Dubois, Patriot Girl and Uber Girl. They were Erica's absolute slave girls by morning.
Silver Angel and Silver Girl gave them the courtesy of actually coming to them two days later. A newly evil Ms Patriot, Patriot Girl, Uber Woman, and Uber Girl quickly subdued the daring duo, and then Demi and Erica supervised their sexual subjugation and enslavement. In fact, within one week all of Grimme City's super heroines came under Erica's will. Not a single heroine or sidekick escaped.
"I'm speechless," Demi said. "I didn't expect so much. One hundred MILLION?"
"I've given you a percentage of Jade Enterprises and Moore Media Holdings, too," Erica said. "In addition to that one hundred mil. I am known for handsomely rewarding my friends and associates."
Life was good. Erica was now undisputed leader of all criminal activity within Grimme City and the state. Jennifer Jade ran Jade Enterprises for her, while Annette Moore media outlets smoothed it over with the general population. Everything the former heroines owned was now owned by Erica, through a dummy corporation. Assistant DA Tanika Grayson answered to her, and only prosecuted whom Erica said. The others, with nothing to offer financially, they worked every other day at the Sambino Estate as French Maids, and the rest of the time in Sugar Town brothels.
And all of them, at night, from the mighty Jennifer "Ms Patriot" Jade, to the lowly newcomer Brandi "Awesome Babe" Benton, serviced Erica's bodyguards, enforcers and other members of her crime Family at night and on weekends. Serviced them very intimately, and very eagerly.
The End
Ms Patriot: Tramp Stamp
The super heroine swung hard, aiming a right cross at the mugger. He ducked and slammed a fist into her left tit, popping it out of the strapless, red and white striped bustier top. A second later that top was completely loose and down around her sexy flared hips.
"How dare you expose my sacred boobs!" Ms Patriot cried, and drove a knee into his stomach. Then she backhanded him, sending the tall, muscular man reeling. She reached down to pull her top back up, but a bystander watching lashed out with a foot to the small of her back, sending her stumbling after the mugger. He was ready, and drove a savage uppercut into her jaw. "Ugh!"
The sexy super heroine was woozy. The mugger was big and strong, and even her legendary golden power belt could only help her so much. Blows to the head were the most dangerous to her. As she stumbled backwards, she saw the look of triumph in his dark eyes. He charged her, ready to end their fight and take her down.
She was ready for him, pretending she was hurt worse than she was to lure him in. But just before he reached her, she was again kicked in the back and driven straight into his arms. His arms wrapped around her narrow waist, and he lifted her off the ground. It surprised both of them, and they locked startled eyes. Ms Patriot recovered first….and head butted him.
"Hands off, miscreant," Ms Patriot snarled. She glanced over her shoulder. "I'll deal with you boys next."
While she was distracted, the mugger turned and ran. He was fast, too. She took off after him. Even in five inch stiletto boots she was super fast. He would not escape her. No way.
"Ha! Gotcha now," Ms Patriot cried with joy as he turned into a tattoo parlor.
If he had to so much as stop to open a door she would catch up and capture him. He was a fool, but that described most men. Two seconds after the mugger, Ms Patriot raced into that business establishment. Her baby blues widened, noting that King Pimp was sitting in the corner, watching a gorgeous redhead getting a tattoo at the small of her back. It was his symbol, with the words “Property of” above it. She was disgusted. King Pimp had recently started putting his "brand" on all of his girls. Tramp stamps for his tramp whores.
The mugger ran into a locked door. It wouldn't open. Ms Patriot laughed as she slowed before the cornered rat. She grinned at him, then struck a super heroine pose.
"Great titties, Ms Super-Jugs," King Pimp said. "Can I play with them, too?"
She leveled a hate filled glare at him, then turned her attention back to the mugger.
"End of the line, miscreant. Surrender, or know my wrath," Ms Patriot said imperiously.
"Kiss my ass, super slut," he snapped, and raced towards the window.
Too late she realized the window was open, letting in the cool evening breeze. She lunged after him, but he dived through the window a second before she reached it. The sexy super heroine dove after him, trying to catch his ankle. She missed.
"Ugh!" she cried, belly slamming into the window sill, half out of the window. Then the window dropped down on her back, pounding into her. "Oh. Damn it."
Helpless, she watched as the mugger raced out of the alley and away, laughing at her. Oh, the laughter stoked her rage. She would catch him, and teach him a painful lesson in RESPECT.
"Hey. Ugghh….dammit," Ms Patriot said. The window was jammed. Bent over the sill, half in and half out of the window left her in a vulnerable position where she couldn't use her super strength very well. And the window was jammed tight. "Someone help me. Get that damn window off me."
"Naughty girl, such language," King Pimp said. He started stroking her silky smooth rump. She screamed in rage, kicking her red booted feet and pounding her fists into the outside wall. "I hope none of your sweet, innocent tween fans hear you speak like that, Ms Potty Mouth."
"King Pimp, if you know what's good for you, then you will shut up and release me."
"Oh, I know what's good for me," the giant African American pimp said, grinning wickedly. He pulled her blue, star-spangled shorts off her sweet round butt and left them around her knees. Her baby blues widened as his talented fingers stroked her tingly pussy lips. "I know exactly what I want, and it is very, very good for me. And you'll like it, too."
"Don't you dare!" the vigilante vixen cried, hearing a zipper. His big hands grabbed both butt cheeks, and spread them wide. "Sweet Justice, you wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, I dare," King Pimp said, chuckling. "What a pretty bubblegum pink pussy you have, Ms Patriot."
King Pimp pressed the cock head of his dick against her slick pussy lips. Then he got a firm hold of her sexy hips, and slowly penetrated her.
"Uuuuugggghhhhh," Ms Patriot groaned. He stretched her tight little hole out to the very max, and beyond. There was no feeling like initial penetration, and the bigger the cock, the more profound the sensations. And King Pimp was HUGE. "Out! Pull it out! Too big. It hurts!"
Her back bowed dramatically, head throw back. She braced up herself with arms, and released a long shuddering gasp. The most amazing sensations were rippling out from her pussy, filling her up with hot, mushy wonderful.
"Thanks," he said. The giant pimp pushed into her vagina with excruciating slowness. Forcing Ms Patriot to feel every inch of him in exquisite detail. He wanted her to know he fucked her. She would remember that night, oh yeah. "Look at her. She stopped struggling the second I penetrated her sacred body. She's loving it."
Ms Patriot heard him speaking to the others, but it didn't really register. She had other concerns. Mainly, her body was totally aroused and tingling. She tried to hold off those crippling feelings and sensations, trying to build walls around her heart and libido. Her full red lips were open, eyes rolled up, as her spectacular body trembled. The nipples on her naked tits were rock hard, erect, and dark with the blood engorging them.
"Uuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhh, Goddess," she moaned long and wantonly.
Liquid heat flowed through her shapely body. His cock was driving her crazy. It was so hard to think, and she knew deep down she had to get away before he tamed and claimed her sexy ass.
"Eeeeeeeeeeooooooooooowwwwww!" she cried when he finally pushed his entire, thick, long cock into her quivering pussy, and suddenly started pumping it in and out with incredible speed and power. A lightning strike of erotic pleasure infused her curvaceous body. In less than a minute Grimme City's premier super heroine was gasping and panting, her titanic tits bouncing as her baby blues crossed in her losing effort to hold a monster climax at bay. "Sweet Justice! It's too much! Too much! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeee!"
King Pimp cried out with triumph, and her pussy flooded with hot cum.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee! I can't stop…Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeee!"
King Pimp pulled out, and promptly shoved his big black cock up her poop chute.
"Yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!" she cried, arms flying wide. "TOO BIG! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, my….Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"
King Pimp rammed it home, enjoying how her ass trembled and vibrated around his cock, savored every scream of abject pleasure and relished how responsive her spectacular body was proving. He had fucked thousands of women, including many super heroines, but no one responded as quickly or as profoundly as Ms Patriot.
"Ms Patriot is a whore's whore. The ultimate whore," he said.
"Goddess, no! I am tamed…tamed…Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! TAMED!"
The greatest pimp in Grimme City's Sugar Town red light district fucked the super sexy super heroine for the next hour, alternating between her pussy and her ass. He kept her in almost nonstop machine gun climaxes. King Pimp fucked Ms Patriot until she passed out, overwhelmed by intense pleasure.
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"Damn, King Pimp, she's out cold," the tattoo artist said. Ms Patriot hung limply in the window sill, her arms and long black hair hanging down outside the window almost to the ground. "You totally fucked her brains out, my man."
"It’s what I do," he said proudly. "I fuck them stupid, and put their sweet asses to work. Fucking for money."
"And everyone goes home happy," the tat man said.
"Exactly. Now, my friend," King Pimp said, grinning with wicked glee. He poked Ms Patriot in the lower back, at the base of her spine. "Put my brand right there. Ms Patriot is getting a Property of King Pimp tramp stamp."
The tattoo artist took over. He put that well known tattoo on a lot of backsides. King Pimp owned a lot of sexy young women. Ms Patriot had a brand new, shiny tramp stamp in no time. He was giving it a final swipe with alcohol as she began to come around.
"Damn, my man, this bitch heals fast," he said. "If I didn't know better, I'd say this tat is a week, maybe two weeks old already."
"Let's get her out of this window, so I can start her working that sweet pussy for fun and profit," King Pimp said.
Ms Patriot was still woozy, but she understood what he said. King Pimp sounded so damn smug. He might have tamed her, but he hadn't completely conquered her indomitable spirit. But she was weak and vulnerable, and trapped. All those terrible orgasms had de-powered the proud beauty. So she forced herself to hang limply, though she had no control of the low moans and groans that came out of her.
The two men struggled with the window. It took them a good ten minutes to break it free of the jam, and lift it up. When she felt hands on her hips starting to pull her inside, Ms Patriot lashed out with both feet and broke free.
"Ugh," she cried, landing head first on the cold concrete outside the window.
"Get her!" King Pimp cried. "Ms Patriot is de-powered and weak, get her before she recovers and escapes."
She jumped to her feet, and pulled her shorts up as five big men ran into the alley. There was no time to run, and she doubted she could outrun them anyway. So Ms Patriot charged them, and started kicking and punching.
