DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Azure Angel, Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl, Got Gal, Got Chic and Lady Midnight are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains.

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AZURE ANGEL: A BETTER WAY

By Dark One

Yumi Wong sat in her one bedroom apartment near campus and watched her computer screen as she frowned and shook her head woefully. It was a crying shame.

“What were you thinking, Ms Americana?” Yumi said, watching a video of the super sexy super heroine charging into the most heavily guarded, most notorious brothel in Delta City.

The Palace was at the top of the Delta City super heroines’ list of places to shut down permanently. But just charging in without a coherent plan was just insanity. As if to prove her point, the video showed the statuesque Queen of Justice and her sexy, perky sidekick, Flag Girl, tearing through the Palace’s main entry. Men and women were flying everywhere as the dangerous duo kicked serious butt. Then two things happened.

Someone covered Flag Girl’s mouth and nose with a chloroform pad, and Ms Americana was distracted by that, hesitating just as she reached King Pimp. The sexy red, white and blue clad super heroine cried out to her hapless sidekick, and then the giant pimp slammed a powerful uppercut into the Queen of Justice’s chin. That left Ms Americana sprawled on the floor, woozy. Another man pressed a chloroform pad to her face. Yumi watched grim-faced as the most respected super heroine team in Delta City succumbed to chloroform.

She watched, heart racing, as King Pimp claimed his beautiful, helpless prizes. Ms Americana was stripped and chained to the wall. Flag Girl received the same treatment, chained next to her mentor. Then King Pimp stepped up and MOUNTED the sexy, super endowed super heroine, and fucked Ms Americana STUPID. The pimp's big cock thoroughly TAMED the once proud Queen of Justice. That done, he then tamed Flag Girl.

After the king of pimps let all of his favorites enjoy the gorgeous beauties’ spectacular bodies, he stepped up and UNMASKED them. Ms Americana and Flag Girl slumped in their chains, knowing their fate was sealed.

That video ended.

“The fools! The arrogant fools!” Yumi said, slamming her delicate fist into her palm. She clicked on another video. It was one of Ms Americana having group sex, really being passed around by a dozen gang-bangers. She gave every indication of LOVING IT. “The curse of the Aphrodite gene.”

The beautiful Asian nineteen year old paused to press her delicate hands to her quivering belly. The sexy videos were arousing her libido, as well. No helping it. That, too, was part of the Aphrodite Curse. Like most super heroines, Yumi possessed the rare gene that gave her that incredible body, and the ability to become a super heroine if she so chose.

Another video showed Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan going at each other like sex starved minx. Green Spectre and Spectre Girl had been captured by King Pimp the night before, when they attacked in a botched rescue attempt of Lady Midnight. Lady Midnight had gone after she learned Got Gal and Got Chic had been bought on auction by the Palace, after they’d been captured by white slavers.

“No one plans ANYTHING in this town,” Yumi said.

As Azure Angel, Yumi's pride had been stung many times when she jumped into a situation where another super heroine was already fighting the bad guys. Her unannounced arrival all too frequently surprised her fellow super heroine, resulting in them faltering and being captured. She was always blamed, of course, and ridiculed as a hot-headed bungler. No more. She planned everything meticulously now.

“My personal heroine and role model is now a brothel whore by night, porn star by day,” she said, counting the Ms Americana porn videos at twelve, and the Brenda Wade videos at five. A busy first week.

Yumi had been planning her own rescue of Got Gal and Got Chic when the other super heroines had gone mad. The Palace’s security was too good. There was only one “safe” way in for a super heroine. It was unsavory. It was disgusting. It had to be done, if she really wanted to save her comrades in costume. She did.

“I better go. My interview is in thirty minutes,” she said, standing and stretching her five foot two, one hundred and eight pound body.

The Asian beauty had long, straight black hair with bangs, a spectacular set of 35D tits, tiny waist and flaring hips. She had no problem getting an interview at the Palace. Unfortunately, the only job opening was being a working girl. Hooker.

Twenty minutes later Yumi stood before one of The Palace’s junior pimps. His name was JJ Rod. He was a six foot four, shaved head, two-hundred fifty pound African American. He wore the required black silk suit, white shirt and red tie. He also had a headset so he could communicate with the other pimps and bouncers.

“You’re early,” JJ Rod said, looking her over with obvious relish. “Damn, girl, you are too fine. You’ll make a fortune here.”

Yumi was wearing a metallic blue mini-dress. The skirt barely covered her sweet round ass, and her boobs were held high and proud. She paired the dress off with shiny black thigh boots, black satin opera gloves and silver hoop earrings and bangles.

The super sexy Asian babe parted full red lips and smiled hungrily up at the huge pimp. His cock bulged inside his pants, and he licked his lips, eyes all over her luscious body.

"I really, really hope I get this job, Mr. Rod," Yumi said all little girl sexy and breathless.

"So far, so good, babe," JJ Rod said, smirking. He rubbed his aching cock through his pants, then waved her towards an open door. "Step into my office, and we'll get this interview started."

"Oh goodie," Yumi said, and stepped through the door. She stopped short, and frowned. "Oh. There's nothing in here but a bed."

"Oh, yes, all we need to see is if you have the special skills we require of all of our girls," JJ Rod said, his lecherous grin even wider.

"Ah!" Yumi said, her belly clenching. Truth was, she expected to have to give up at least a quickie. This looked like the "interview process" would be much longer, and more detailed than she anticipated. "Not exactly what I was expecting."

"We pride ourselves on being very HANDS ON at The Palace," JJ Rod said. His left hand snaked up deep into her silky, black hair, and grabbed a firm fistful. Pulling her head back, her glossy red lips slightly parting as she gave a tiny gasp of surprise, he brought his right hand up to cup a large, firm tit. "And I can't wait to get my hands on you."

"Oh! I…Mmmmmmmmmmmggghhhh," she said, cut off by his demanding kiss.

Yumi's luscious body was instantly afire. She'd never been taken so far so fast before. Of course, she'd aroused her own libido by watching the Ms Americana capture and porn videos. Many times. And the whole trip over all she thought about was hooker sex, and how many men she'd likely have to fuck before she got her chance to save the others.

Would any of the other super heroines understand and appreciate the SACRIFICE she was making for them? Would they acknowledge that she'd gone above and beyond what any of them would've done? Would they FINALLY acknowledge her as a full equal, and deserving of their respect?

<They had better,> she thought, feeling the butterflies in her belly seared away, and the sex hadn't even started yet.

Yumi, wanting to get it over with as quick as possible, reached out and started stroking his cock through his pants. It got real hard, real fast. So she unzipped him, and pulled it out. Then the super sexy super heroine, there incognito, dropped to her knees and started sensuously licking the head of his long black cock. Her right fist stroked it firmly, while her left hand tickled, stroked and caressed his huge, swinging balls. She enthusiastically licked that thick shaft up and down, and all around, for a good five minutes, then started on his hairy balls.

"Oh, you got talent, girl," JJ Rod said. "You're almost as good as Ms Americana."

Her heart skipped a beat. She never believed he'd bring up the captured super heroines.

"But you don't have to force me," Yumi said.

"No one is forcing her anymore, either," JJ Rod said, and laughed. "What a raging super whore."

"So, it is true? You really have most of Delta City's premier super heroines inside The Palace, working as common whores?" Yumi said.

"Yep, but there is nothing COMMON about them, in beauty, sexual abilities, or ENTHUSIASISM. Super heroines make the absolute best hookers," JJ Rod said. "Bar none."

The vivacious Asian vigilante had to clamp down on her self-control. She SOO wanted to bite his cock at that moment. How dare him insult those poor women! It wasn't their fault they were endowed and cursed with the Aphrodite gene. The fact that if she failed, she would also end up one of King Pimp's super heroine whores further stoked the fires of her righteous rage.

"Will I have to compete against them one-on-one in the main parlors?"

"Oh no," JJ Rod said. "They're all up on the super heroine hell floor. They cost a hell of a lot more than common whores for a shot of ass." He pulled her hard into his crotch, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. "Here it comes!"

"Uuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh!" Yumi groaned as thick, viscous cum, hot and sticky flooded into her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned out and she swallowed furiously to keep up.

"You passed the first test. Lose the dress, and crawl up on the bed," JJ Rod said, starting to shuck his suit.

Yumi pealed off that curve hugging dress, and crawled sensuously up into the middle of the small bed, wearing nothing but the black thigh boots, opera gloves and jewelry. She gave the horny pimp a come hither look over her shoulder, and slapped her tight butt cheek.

"Mount up, loverboy," Yumi purred.

As JJ Rod moved up behind her, Yumi reached between her legs and grabbed that huge cock. She expertly guided him straight into her burning, aching pussy. JJ Rod looked surprised, but pleased.

"Ooooooogggggghhhhhhh, baby, baby, baby," Yumi growled sexily. "You…are…the….MAN!"

The curvaceous Asian beauty was already hyper aroused, and that long, thick cock pushed all of her buttons just right. An orgasm started to build. She did nothing to squash it, either. Then he reached around her with both hands, and grabbed her 35Ds firmly, pulling her up off her hands and pressed her naked back against him. It felt so good that her back arched and she groaned wantonly.

"Uuuuuuugggggggooooooooo, yeah, baby. You the man," she groaned out. She rolled her head back onto his chest, and parted her lips sexily. JJ Rod couldn't resist, and leaned down and claimed them in an impassioned kiss. "Hhhhhhmmmmmggghhh."

While kissing and furiously fondling her massive tits, JJ Rod fucked her long and hard. She felt every inch of him sliding in and out, in and out, driving her body wild, pushing her closer and closer to ultimate surrender. Yumi didn't fight it, just relaxed and let herself enjoy it. And then it hit her, like a ton of bricks.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Uggghh! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeee!" she screamed, her super shapely body convulsing in ultimate pleasure. Pure, unadulterated sexual bliss. "I'm going to…come…agai…Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee! Ugh-aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Damn, girl, you cum like a super heroine on steroids or something," JJ Rod cried, delighted. "You are going to be very popular."

"Great," Yumi panted. "When can I start?"

"Ha! You're one eager beaver, babe," he said. JJ Rod pulled out, and slapped her ass. Hard. "You start right NOW."

"What? But I'm not…"

"Now," he said. "You got a problem with that?"

"Uh, no," she said. "Now is good."

"Fucking A," he said, nodding.

Yumi was taken up to her new room. 313. Halfway down the hall from the elevators. Inside she found a small bed, clean sheets, a toilet and sink. There was a small, battered wardrobe with a few twisted wire hangers to keep her various "outfits." There was no lock on the door, so the john couldn't lock himself in and do bad things to her.

"Clean. Good enough for what I need it for," she said, nodding.

"Good, then get to work, babe," he said. "You're here on a trial basis, so if you fail to earn enough to make it worth our while, you'll be tossed out."

"How long do I have to get a feel of the workings of the place, and get a feel for the clientele?" she said.

"Clientele? You sound like King Pimp," he said, and laughed. "You got a month, baby puss. Make it count."

She thought of the super heroines up on their own floor.

"Oh, don't worry, boss, I'll make it count," she said, and smiled roguishly up at him.

Yumi Wong returned to the main parlor on the ground floor. It was sprawling room, that twisted and turned and had many hidden booths and dark corners. Every table and booth had a clear view to at least one stage, atop which danced some of the girls. There was no real rotation like at a strip club, but anyone looking for a "date" could find one real fast by climbing atop a stage and getting naked dancing. Worked every time.

There was a good thirty plus pretty young things working the room when Yumi arrived. Two thirds of them were bleach blondes. Mostly they had a singular look, tall, busty, VERY tan and VERY blonde. Tending toward platinum blonde.

"I'm the only one here with black hair," Yumi muttered, pleased. "Only Asian, too. Perfect."

The drop dead gorgeous Asian strutted into the room like she owned it. Eyes turned to watch her intently. She smiled sultrily at them.

"Hello, boys. My name's Yumi," she said. "And I am VERY yummy."

'I bet you are, babe," a tall, slim blonde man said. He looked twenty something, with short spiked hair and wearing torn rock t-shirt and faded jeans. His thick arms were covered in tattoos. He reached out, eyes full of lustful wonder, and ran a hard, callused hand down her back, feeling her silky soft, glossy black hair and firm-muscled back beneath. He hand came to rest upon her sweet round ass. "Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?"

"Sure," she said, then locked hungry eyes with his. "Or you could just buy me, and take me back to my room."

That's all he needed to hear. Yumi was in the main parlor less than 30 seconds before she had her first date. They passed JJ Rod on their way back to the elevators. She smiled at him, wagging her eyebrows. He looked impressed.

The curvaceous incognito super heroine worked hard for the money that afternoon and night. She worked until past two in the morning, earning over fifteen hundred dollars. JJ Rod collected the house's one third right off the top, then she had to pay "rent" on the room, tips for bouncers, waitress and other staff. Yumi went home with seven hundred and twenty dollars.

"Well, the most money I've ever made in one day," she muttered darkly, disgusted by what she did, but kind of proud at the same time. Of course, she was told by JJ Rod that Ms Americana could easily earn one hundred and fifty thousand in a single day. But she got two thousand a shot, and might work anywhere between ten and twenty hours, depending on her porn filming scheduling.

The super sexy Asian Avenger stayed in character, at work with eyes and ears open and alert for the next week. Eight days, actually. From casually speaking with johns who had hired one or more of the heroines, to other hookers, pimps and waitresses, she learned all about the workings of what was officially called, "The Super Heroine Lounge." There were far more heroines up there than she knew, some had been up there plying their sexy trade for over a decade. She'd never even heard of Alpha Woman, or Lightning Girl.

On her ninth day of work, Yumi arrived bright and early as usually. She worked nights, from Six to Two normally. Sometimes she came in as early as noon if there was a junior pimp or other staffer she really wanted to chat up. Needless to say she earned lots and lots of money.

"I'll miss all this cash money once I'm finished," she muttered as she strutted through the front doors at four in the afternoon. Yumi was decked out in work clothes -- white cotton cropped tank top (very thin and VERY tight), red plaid "school girl" pleated skirt that failed to drop far enough to cover her shapely butt, white thong panties, white ruffled socks stuffed into five inch red stiletto pumps. She put the naughty in school girl.

Early on she'd stopped carrying her purse to work, bringing a large gym bag instead, filled with sexy attire and shoes. She suspected they would search her stuff while she was downstairs, so she gave them something safe to find. Tonight, though, there was nothing safe about her. Her Azure Angel costume was inside the gym bag.

Once in her room Yumi stuffed the super heroine costume in a secret place she found -- up under the bed, up inside the box springs. No one would bother looking there. Then she went to work.

The gorgeous, black haired Asian beauty worked from four until midnight, eight hours without a break. She didn't work quite so hard as usual, taking more time in her room alone between johns. Yumi had to pace herself, because she had at least one orgasm with each of her johns. Nothing she could do about that. Aphrodite gene enhanced body trumped everything. Each climax sapped some of her precious energy, but at the same time sex energized her.

After her john left, a tall, slim Latino, she cleaned up and then pulled out her Azure Angel costume. She laid everything out on the bed to take a final inventory before dressing.

"Gosh darn it, I forgot the fishnet pantyhose," she said, frowning. "Oh well, nothing to do but troop on."

First, she pulled on the shiny black thigh boots, followed by the black thong to cover her tiny strip of pubic hair and dark pink nether lips. Next, she put on her black choker and mask. Then she donned her bustier top, that laced up the front, blue with shiny black breast cups. Finally, she pulled her long, black opera gloves, two gold bangles on each wrist and fastened the utility belt so that it draped across her wide, well rounded hips.

"Time to rescue the fallen heroines," she said, striking a super heroine pose.

Azure Angel had used her time as a Palace hooker to good measure. She knew what floor the Super Heroine Lounge was on now, and she'd scouted out the routes on and off that most notorious floor of ill repute. She also knew the schedules of most of the super heroines held in sexual servitude there. The vanquished vigilantes all worked from ten in the morning until three, or until all customers left satisfied after that time. Also, certain nights were busier. Tonight just happened to be the usual slow night, and she'd assured herself earlier that it was actually slow up there on this very night, too.

The super hot Asian Avenger snuck out of her third floor room, and hurried down to the stairwell next to the elevator bank. The Super Heroine Lounge was just three floors up, on the sixth floor. The petite super heroine was up there in no time.

Azure Angel stepped out of the stairwell, and into the elevator lobby. She faced double doors, with a sign above, "Welcome to Super Heroine Hell." The walls were covered with "action" photos, blown up to poster size, of super heroines performing kinky sex acts. To the left of the door was a picture of Ms Americana bent over with King Pimp fucking her up the ass and fat middle aged john shoving it down her throat. To the right of the door, was Lady Midnight hogtied, eating Flag Girl's pussy and getting fucked from behind by a faceless john. On one wall, called The Wall of Shamed Super Heroines, was a "glamour" headshot, in full makeup and mask, of each super heroine available inside the Super Heroine Lounge. Next to each head shot was a smaller, but full length picture of the heroine.

"Shameful," Azure Angel muttered, brown eyes narrowing dangerously. "This is so disrespectful to women in general, and super heroines in particular."

So, angry, the super sexy super heroine strode through the double doors and into the Lounge. She was immediately brought up short. The room was larger than she expected, and there were more people. Tall, muscular bouncers stood to either side of the door. She spotted Flag Girl first, then Got Gal, Champion Girl and Wolf Woman. All were at the bar chatting up johns. Next, she spotted Green Spectre, or rather Axanna Morgan, being double teamed by a pair of smug looking gang bangers. Her daughter, Spectre Girl in only her mask, was getting her ass reamed royally by a third gang member.

There were three stages. Stripper stages. Ms Americana was gyrating nakedly on the main stage, her super shapely body all oiled up and shiny, a ten inch black dildo in her red gloved hand as she dildo fucked herself to the delight of her adoring fans. Another stage, Lady Midnight pole danced and on the final stage Amazing Babe was getting her well oiled body properly strap-on fucked by an equally oiled and sexy Jungle Babe.

Scattered in the audience, Got Chic was giving an erotic lap dance, Omega Woman was going down on an extremely old man, and Shield was straddling a large biker's lap, bouncing up and down his cock while sucking face with him.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiigggggggghhhhh!" Ms Americana cried, climaxing dramatically.

"Uuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhh!" Amazing Babe cried.

Then Azure Angel looked back at the bar, locked eyes with Got Gal. The super sexy, golden-maned super heroine turned hooker, raised a disapproving brow and said, "Uh, bouncers."

"What?" Azure Angel said, and then remembered the two bouncers to either side of the door, and now two steps behind her. She felt more than heard the two bouncers converging on her from either side and behind. The Asian Avenger didn't hesitate. She sent a vicious roundhouse at her unseen attackers, spinning completely around doing so. "HAI!"

Both men stumbled back, surprised by the powerful kick. The statuesque super heroine drove her attack home, stepping between them and alternating kicking and punching one and then the other. That lasted all of one minute before both men were out cold.

"Okay, ladies, shall we go?" Azure Angel said to the astonished room.

"That doesn't work for me," a familiar voice said from behind her.

King Pimp slammed a big fist into the back of the beautiful Asian's head. He was a big man, and hit hard.

"Ugh!" Azure Angel grunted, falling to her knees. She threw a leg out and around, tripping the giant African-American pimp. "Hai!"

A second later she jumped to her feet, and launched a vicious attack on the hated pimp. He was big, strong and fast. She couldn't get past his guard. But after a moment, she started backing him up across the room. Then the pimp stumbled, dropped his guard for just an instant, and she ripped a powerful kick straight up into his chin.

As King Pimp fell straight back, and she prepared to finish him off, the biker fucking Omega Woman threw that vanquished, blonde vigilante straight into the Asian Avenger.

"That doesn't work for me, Azure Whore," Killer snarled, hurling the sexy blonde as he said it.

"Ugh!" Azure Angel and Omega Woman both grunted. Then Killer grabbed the soft golden hair at the back of Omega Woman's head, and SMASHED her face into Azure Angel's face. "Uuuugggghhh."

Stunned, the super sexy super heroine was helpless to stop the big biker from ripping off her bustier top, and then picking her up over his head. The other johns cheered wildly, and he slammed her hard into the floor at his feet.

"Now, Blue Bitch, suck me off like a good little super heroine," Killer growled, grinning lecherously. He dragged her to her knees, and shoved his sticky wet cock into her mouth. Azure Angel, dazed and confused, started sucking. Dick in mouth meant suck off, to her mind. "Aaahhh, good. You got talent, girl."

"Mind if I join you?" King Pimp said, moving up behind the Asian Avenger.

"The more the merrier when it comes to fucking stuck up super heroines into submission, my man," Killer said.

Azure Angel was slowly coming to her senses. Unfortunately, now her short but statuesque body was highly aroused. She was sucking Killer's cock with relish, and couldn't stop herself. She knew King Pimp was behind her. She felt him pull her costume bottoms down to the of her thigh boots. His giant hands fondled, then slapped her satiny smooth butt, then pulled the ass cheeks apart. Her big brown eyes went wide when she realized where he was going.

"MMmmmgggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried in protest around Killer's demanding cock. A second later, King Pimp's super sized dick penetrated her tingling ass hole. Searing pain lanced up though her shapely body as he thrust in deep. Tears erupted from her eyes as she grunted and groaned in abject pain and misery. She thought he might kill her, thought he'd ripped her in half. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhh!"

Suddenly, Killer's cock started throbbing in her mouth, and seconds later hot, sticky cum erupted. Her cheeks were ballooned, and she sucked cum down as fast as she could. Some dripped out from around his shaft, dripping down her chin and across her heaving tits. That set off her body, and a powerful climax claimed her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Oh! I have shamed my ancestors!" she cried. Then King Pimp shot his wad up her ass. "Aaaaaaaaaagggh! Not….Again! Aaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhh! Ooooooooohhhhhhhgggggggahhhhh!"

Azure Angel was dragged up on the main stage by a laughing King Pimp. He forced her down on her back. Ms Americana was ordered to mount her face, and Jungle Babe to strap-on fuck her stupid. And they followed orders without thought or hesitation. In face, Ms Americana had a cruel, lusty look in her baby blues as she straddled Azure Angel's face.

"Why am I not surprised," Ms Americana sneered. "Eat me, bitch."

With that, Ms Americana pushed her clean shaven cunt into the Asian Avenger's mouth, grinding it in. Azure Angel was too far gone after being double team fucked, and started sucking, licking and nibbling. She quickly discovered the sexy vanquished Queen of Justice was very wet and leaking cum from countless johns. The gorgeous Asian Avenger ate her out with relish.

As she began eating out Ms Americana, Jungle Babe mounted her pussy with the strap-on. It was a big strap-on, too. Easily ten inches, and thick, thick, THICK! It was a bona fide BITCH TAMER.

"Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, climaxing.

For the next two hours, Azure Angel ate out, or was dildo fucked by, every vanquished vigilante in the room. Usually while a paying john fucked one of her holes. King Pimp supervised her ravishment.

"Now, my friends, let's finish the lovely lady off, and unmask her!" he cried to cheers. "Then we'll gang bang her into la-la land for the night."

Azure Angel was dragged to her booted feet and plopped down before the triumphant pimp. She only wore her mask, gloves, boots and UTILITY BELT. Startled to realize she had all of her weapons, the sexy super heroine immediately removed a smoke grenade. Azure blue smoke hissed out, filling the room quickly. She kicked up, and connected with the surprised pimp's cock and balls, doubling him up. As smoke engulfed them both, she pulled out handcuffs and secured her prisoner.

"Everyone out!" Azure Angel cried. "FIRE!"

Panic ensued. Seconds later, she found herself alone with King Pimp. Even the super heroines back in their rooms charged out past her. Escaped. She grinned as she collected her costume and redressed. Then she used a taser to stun the pimp, to better control him, and headed for the main door as she pulled a cell phone.

"Police? This is Azure Angel. Send squad cars to The Palace immediately. I have arrested King Pimp," she said.

Five squad cars were sitting out front when she arrived.

"Take him away, boys," Azure Angel said. "The captured super heroines should still be inside, or out here."

While Azure Angel 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 captures super heroines were costumes, and parts of costumes. No actual missing super heroines.

"Look again," Azure Angel said. "I saw them leave the sixth floor. They might be completely stripped, or dressed up like regular hookers."

"The building is completely EMPTY, Azure Angel. 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, Azure Angel," a report called. He looked her up and down with fiery eyes. "They proved themselves very UNsuper. YOU, Azure Angel, are the premier super heroine of Delta City now."

"Yeah, they're just skanky whores now," another report said. "Everyone knows that once a heroine is tamed, then she is worthless for anything else."

Azure Angel 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?" Azure Angel said. ""Yes, I am."

THE END