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AZURE ANGEL: THE HEIST

By Dark One

She crouched atop the five story office building, brown eyes intent on her

prey. He was looking at the entrance to the jewelry store as the employees

departed for lunch and the manager was left alone. Over the past few days,

he walked past that jewelry store at least five times a day, including

opening, lunch and closing. Azure Angel was sure he was casing it to rob.

Indeed, she was sure Isidro Huicochea was the masked bandit robbing all the

city’s jewelry stores.

But she couldn’t PROVE it. Yet.

Azure Angel smiled behind the black mask that covered the upper half of her

beautiful face. She flipped long, straight black hair back over her bare

shoulders. Her blue and black bustier, laced up the front provocatively,

left a lot of skin exposed. The Asian Avenger’s family wouldn’t approve,

but the criminals she encountered couldn’t help but pause a long second to

look her over. That was more than enough time to take them down. Since she

didn’t have a power belt like Ms Americana, or an alien gemstone like Got

Gal, she needed every advantage she could get. Of course, she knew her

ninja training was really all she needed.

As Isidro started to walk off, she stood up and struck a classic super

heroine pose: fists on well rounded hips, thigh booted feet shoulder width

apart. The opera gloves were black latex and the shiny black thigh boots

were vinyl. The costume was over the top sexy, and very easy to move in.

It didn’t bind her in any way while using her powerful martial arts.

“Lead on, my friend,” she said, a twinkle in her lovely brown eyes.

It was an exciting moment. Azure Angel had been looking for the jewelry

store robber for over a month. All of Delta City’s super heroines were

looking for him. He was so bold, and worse, he molested the pretty female

employees at the jewelry store. They could not stand by and allow some

miscreant to shamelessly devalue and degrade womanhood.

“And I’ll be the one to catch him red-handed,” she purred, well pleased

with herself. “Ms Americana will be sooo jealous.”

When Isidro got into his car, Azure Angel quickly repelled down the back of

the building to her waiting motorcycle. The black Ninja racing bike roared

to life and she peeled out in pursuit. The powerful motorcycle quickly

overtook the unsuspecting robber and she followed discreetly. He drove

straight to a north side apartment complex.

“Apartment 38D,” she mused. “How appropriate, since I’m 38D. That’s a

good omen.”

“Not really,” a familiar feminine voice said from behind her.

Azure Angel whirled around, dropping into a fighting stance. Ms Americana

smirked at her, amused that the little Asia Avenger thought she could take

her on one-on-one. Azure Angel felt the blood burning in her face. Her

eyes dropped to the shiny golden power belt Delta City’s premier super

heroine wore. Then her eyes rose up and locked on Ms Americana’s legendary

and quite spectacular breasts, barely contained within the skimpy red, white

and blue, star spangled and striped bikini.

“Ms Americana! What are you doing here?”

“I saw you so intently following that young Hispanic man that I decided to

tag along and see what was up,” the 6 foot one inch, raven-maned super

heroine said. “So, is that the man robbing the jewelry stores?”

“What? Him?” Azure Angel stammered. “Not Isidro. He’s….he’s….a

friend…yes, a friend I’ve been keeping an eye on.”

“Nice try,” Ms Americana said, stepping close.

Azure Angel found herself face to tits with the Queen of Justice. The

sweet scent emanating off her bountiful breasts was intoxicating. How did

she afford such wonderful, expensive perfume?

“Like every other super heroine, or wanna be super heroine, in the city,

you were looking for the robber almost exclusively,” Ms Americana said.

“Therefore, he is the robber. Now, I have found him.”

“Damn,” Azure Angel muttered, fists clenched. Ms Americana would steal her

thunder. The press would be all over their beloved Ms Americana, and she

would be pushed to the side. And she was the one that discovered his

identity. But to Ms Americana she reluctantly said, “I guess we can work

together to catch Isidro.”

Ms Americana laughed. It was a beautifully musical laugh. She’d never

heard a more wonderful sound.

“I don’t need any help,” Ms Americana said with superior airs. “I am the

Queen of Justice, and I work alone.”

“What about Flag Girl?”

“She’s busy, and she is my apprentice,” she said, annoyed. Baby blue eyes

narrowed and stared at Azure Angel fiercely. “Let me rephrase, I don’t need

YOUR help. Go home. Watch Cops, or whatever, and dream. You don’t have

what it takes to be a REAL super heroine, my little Asian friend.”

Azure Angel watched in dismay as Ms Americana turned on a tall stiletto

heel and marched away. The sexy super heroine headed straight for Isidro

Huicochea’s apartment. Ms Americana didn’t even bother to knock. She

simply opened the unlocked door and entered.

There was no way Isidro could escape Ms Americana. And Azure Angel didn’t

want to watch Ms Americana basking in the glory, so she climbed back on her

motorcycle and burned rubber leaving.

# # #

Ms Americana found the door unlocked. Which just proved Isidro’s arrogance

and confidence. It made her smile, because he was about to have a crisis of

confidence.

“Come out and face justice like a man,” Ms Americana called. He wasn’t in

the smallish living room. Apparently, he wasn’t spending his ill-got loot

on a nice apartment or furnishings. The furniture was clean and

utilitarian, but nothing special.

“Who the Hell came into my…..Ms Americana!” Isidro said, shocked. He was

wearing a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. “What are you doing here?”

Ms Americana smiled roguishly at him. The blood drained from his face. He

knew she had him now. It was good and proper to see wicked men show their

fear of her. And fear her they should.

She looked him up and down quickly, instantly evaluating him. He was

Hispanic, about five foot ten and one hundred ninety pounds. He had short

black hair and intense brown eyes. More important, he was well muscled and

look like he could take care of himself. Of course, she was super powered

and more than ten times a match for the likes of him.

“Isidro?” she said.

“Yeah, Isidro Huicochea,” he said. “Why? Why did you break into my

apartment? I should call the police and have you arrested.”

“Go ahead, and when they get here you can explain to them how you’ve been

robbing jewelry stores all around town,” Ms Americana said, smirking as she

stepped closer and closer.

Isidro’s dark eyes narrowed. She saw him start to reach for his waistband,

but there was no weapon there. That was all the admission of guilt she

needed. The super sexy super heroine lunged forward, grabbed his wrist and

yanked him forward. Using her super strength, Ms Americana flung the robber

suspect across the room to slam into the wall. He bounced off, staggered

and then tried to take a wild swing at her.

“Whoa, it’s not nice to hit girls,” Ms Americana said. “Speaking of girls,

why did you molest the managers of the jewelry stores you robbed?”

“Fuck you,” he growled and tried to take her out with an uppercut, but she

moved too fast and he missed. She didn’t miss smashing an elbow into his

face. “Uugghhh.”

“Not so much fun when you are the one being abused, is it, miscreant?” she

said, coming at him down the path between the couch and the coffee table.

He smiled cruelly, knowing she didn’t have any maneuvering room now.

“Maybe I’m a sadomasochist and enjoy this crap, bitch,” he said, and

charged her.

“Ooff!” Ms Americana said as he barreled into her, tackling her around the

waist.

She might’ve been ten times stronger than Isidro, but that didn’t help when

tackled. His greater mass easily bore her down. She hit the floor with a

grunt, followed by a growl. He found himself on top of the well-endowed

super heroine, her legs splayed and her hands thrown wide. This was his

chance, so he moved quickly.

Isidro brought his knee up into her crouch with brutal strength. He was

rewarded with a pained look on her face, and a pained groan. But then her

fierce blue eyes flashed fire, and grabbed him by the collar. A second

later, her red booted feet came up under him and he was flipped over her to

crash into the floor.

“Bastard,” she said, springing to her feet.

Isidro rolled to his feet, crouched in a three point stance ready to move

in any direction. He was aching all over, but she looked fresh as when she

came into his apartment. The belt. He vaguely recalled it was the source

of her power and endurance, and her healing ability as well, it appeared.

The embattled jewelry store robber glanced at the open front door, made

that first hurried step toward it and smiled when she moved to cut him off.

She completely committed herself, so arrogant was she in her ability to read

men, so he cut the other way and rushed into his bedroom.

“You can’t escape me,” Ms Americana cried, rushing into the bedroom just a

few steps behind him.

Isidro leaped over the bed, scrambling for the nightstand. Opening the

drawer, he pulled out a 9MM. In an instant he was on his feet and aiming

the deadly pistol at the amused super heroine. Her taunting smile

infuriated him.

“Hands up, Ameri-bitch,” he demanded. “I will shoot you. I swear I will,

bitch.”

“That’s a big pistol, Isidro. Trying to compensate for something? Hmmmm?”

she teased. She did not raise her hands or surrender. “Go ahead, big man,

shoot me. I don’t think you’re man enough to shoot little ole me.”

Then she started towards him. The arrogant look of superiority on her too

beautiful, masked face was too much. Isidro popped off a round. Nothing.

She just smiled wider and kept coming. Isidro sent two more shots at the

unstoppable super heroine before he remembered her power belt provided a

kinetic force field that stopped bullets.

Isidro knew a moment of panic. Nothing he did stopped the haughty super

heroine. He looked around wild-eyed. There had to be a way to stop her.

Then he looked out the window, and smiled.

Ms Americana reached him and reached out to seize him. Instead of shooting

at her again, he pointed the pistol toward the window.

“Stop or I’ll shot an innocent bystander!”

“Huh?” she said, and stopped.

Ms Americana’s head whipped around to look out the window, a look of

surprise on her masked face. But there wasn’t anyone outside the window.

All she saw was the manicured lawn and trees of the apartment complex.

Isidro didn’t hesitate. As soon as she looked away from him, out the

window, he savagely brought the pistol back and across her face. THUNK!

“Aaaiiiiieeeeee!” she cried, falling back. Black and white flashed behind

her eyes.

Both of her red gloved hands went to her face. He followed, and brutally

kicked her in the twat. Her hands immediately dropped to the new injury,

giving him the chance to smash the pistol up side her head.

“Uugghhh,” she gasped, dropping to one knee.

He brought the pistol back into the other side of her head. And then

proceeded to pistol whip Ms Americana senseless. Within moments, she lay

unconscious face down at his feet.

“Wow,” he said, breathing heavily. “That was close.”

Isidro didn’t waste time or take any chances. First thing, he tied her

wrists behind her back. Then he tied her elbows together, binding her arms

painfully back. Then he unsnapped her power belt and removed it. That

done, he rolled her onto her back, and his eyes immediately fell upon her

titanic tits.

“Oh, I gotta see those puppies,” he said, dropping to one knee and reaching

for the bikini top. The skimpy top pulled away easily, allowing her 44DDs

to flop out and jiggle enticingly before his lusty eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s

the ticket.” He grabbed a tit in each hand, and squeezed. “They’re real,

too. Wow, great tits.”

He pinched and pulled her rubbery, pink nipples. They very quickly began

to become engorged and hard. By the time her nipples were erect, Ms

Americana began to writhe and groan, coming back to her senses. So he

picked her up and tossed her atop the bed.

“I’m going to have some fun with you, Ms Tits-galore,” Isidro muttered

happily.

He quickly pulled her bikini bottoms down her mile long legs and tossed

them aside. Then he shed his own pants, ending up kneeling between her wide

spread legs on the bed.

Isidro fell face first into her pillowy tits. He rubbed his face deep

within her silky smooth cleavage, then pushed both tits together, thus

wrapping his face deep within their perfumed depths. Never had he enjoyed

such a perfect set of tits, so huge, firm and soft-skinned. It was heaven

on earth.

Ms Americana came to her senses to find Isidro working her tits over good.

Her whole body was afire with desire and sexual heat. And worse, she didn’t

feel the super strength infusing her body.

“My belt!” she cried.

“I took it off,” Isidro said, lifting his face from her tits and leering

down at her. “The tides have turned, Ameri-tits. Now you are just a

regular woman, and much weaker than me.”

“Unhand me, miscreant!” she cried, struggling with the ropes binding her

arms. “Oh! You vile, vile man, you. Untie me this instant.”

“Mmmm, no,” he said, pushing her 44DDs together and sucking in one of the

erect nipples.

She gasped, wild eyed. Never had this happened to her. Ms Americana had

never known defeat. And now she was the helpless prisoner of a man who was

known to molest helpless women within his power. The very thought made her

pussy tingle even more intensely. Then he bit down in the nipple.

“Oh! Monster,” she said. The way he was caressing, kissing, licking and

sucking on her tits and nipples was driving her crazy. No man had ever

touched her body, much less her sacred tits. “Oh! Stop it! I am the Queen

of Justice, Ms Americana. This activity is forbidden. You must stop

immediately.”

Isidro ignored her completely.

Ms Americana writhed beneath him, too weak and breathless to throw him off.

Indeed, his activities were so discombobulating she could barely think.

And then his activities took a more sinister turn.

Her captor began kissing his way down her body.

“Wait,” she gasped. She struggled helplessly against the tight ropes

binding her arms. “We need to talk.”

“Talk dirty to me,” he said, grinning.

“No!”

“Okay, then take this,” he said, and shoved his finger up her wet pussy.

She felt that like nothing else in her life. His unmerciful finger pushed

past her tingling pussy lips. It never hesitated on its way to her sacred

vagina. A jolt of never before experienced pleasure tore through her

shapely body as his finger penetrated her vagina. And plunged in

relentlessly. But she proved so tight he could only drive his finger so far

in before he was forced to start a pumping action to go deeper.

“Uuggghhh,” she groaned, her back arched and body stiff. “Vile, foul

miscreant.”

“And you are the tightest woman I ever met,” he said. “Are you a virgin?”

“Of course I am a virgin, you imbecile,” she groaned. What he was doing to

her was the most insidious thing any man had ever done to her. Did he know

that her power belt was based on her pent up sexual frustrations? Was he

trying to ensure she couldn’t use the power belt if -- no WHEN -- she got

free? “So stop before you violate me in the worse way imaginable.”

Isidro laughed as he watched her shapely body twitch and relax, tense up

and relax, then twitch again, as he plunged his thick finger in and out of

her extremely tight vagina. Her overtaxed and overheated body was starting

to sweat, so her satiny thighs were just as wet as her bikini waxed,

close-cropped cunt.

“You are so beautiful, Ms Americana, that I cannot wait to fuck you, then

unmask you,” Isidro said. The mention of unmasking caused her to jump and

stare at him dumbfounded.. “Then I will sell you to a man I know. He knows

how to get the most possible out of your sale.”

“That’s white slavery!”

“I know,” he said. He bent over and kissed her throbbing pussy. She

gasped and cried out. Then he maneuvered himself, so that his rock hard

cock was poised to plunge into Ms Americana’s hot twat. “Ready or not…”

Ms Americana glanced down her shapely body, between her enormous tits and

saw his dick ready to dive into her most intimate spot. It would be the

ultimate violation. The ultimate defeat. This vile robber wasn’t satisfied

with defeating her, he wanted to completely destroy her. And there wasn’t a

damn thing she could do to stop him.

Isidro’s hips thrust forward, and the long brown cock vanished deep into Ms

Americana’s aching cunt. Though, she knew it didn’t vanish. She knew

exactly where it was. That cock penetrating her body was like a silver

spike through the heart. The helpless heroine felt that cock with every

fiber of her existence. It was the most wonderful, and the most terrifying

feeling in the world.

“Great Liberty, he’s destroying me!”

The tingling heat infusing her shapely body intensified. It felt so, so

great. She was quickly reduced to a gasping, panting mess, eyes and legs

wide as they would go.

“Please….stop…..oh….don’t do…..stop…,” she gasped out. Then, it happened.

That wonderful feeling tingle changed. She’d never felt it before, but

instinctively understood what it meant. Climax. “Oh! No! Don’t!”

“Don’t what?” he asked, intensifying his pumping action.

“Stop.”

“Don’t stop?” he said. “Okay.”

“Ooohhhhhh,” she groaned. “I ….can’t…..stop…..IT!

Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!”

He kept fucking her until she came three more times. By that time, Isidro

could barely keep his cum in. So he pulled out of Ms Americana’s pussy.

She whimpered and relaxed, all but collapsing beneath him. But he didn’t

let her rest. Instead, he rolled the vanquished femme fatale up on her

knees. Then he stood beside the bed and took her head with both hands.

“Eat me,” he commanded.

Dazed and confused, Ms Americana opened wide and accepted the cock into her

mouth. Isidro groaned as his cock penetrated her ruby red lips. A more

beautiful sight he had never seen, or a better feeling. Ms Americana

immediately started sucking.

“You are such a whore,” he taunted her. Her only reaction was to turn

bright red and close her eyes. She continued to suck. “To the victor go

the spoils, and you belong to me now, Ms Americana.”

“Mmmm,” she said, still sucking.

“Oh yeah,” he said, barely holding it in. Never in his wildest dreams did

Isidro ever dream of fucking Ms Americana, much less capturing and fucking

her into submission. Then get an incredible blow job from his defeated foe.

He lost it. “Swallow!”

As ordered, Ms Americana lapped up every drop. Nothing escaped her lips

and tongue.

Once she was finished, Isidro tied her legs together at the ankle, below

and above the knees as well. She just laid there, gasping and sweating,

with a befuddled look on her beautiful masked face.

“Well, Ms Amazing Tits, that was fun,” Isidro said. “And now that my super

heroine sex fantasy has mostly been fulfilled, I just need to do one last

thing to make it perfect before we spend the rest of this afternoon fucking

like rabbits.”

“What is that?”

“Unmask you,” he said smugly.

“NO! Not that,” she cried, suddenly struggling mightily against her bonds.

It was too late for the captured super heroine. There was no escaping her

ropes. “Anything but that.”

“Sorry, I’m a lousy negotiator,” he said. “But I am a great cad and

bastard.”

With that, Isidro grabbed the edge of her mask and ripped it off.

The exposed super heroine just gawked at her captor, too shocked to do

anything but stare disbelievingly. She was destroyed. Absolutely finished

as the Queen of Justice. Even if she escaped Isidro, her only choice was

take Lydia and go into hiding.

For his part, Isidro instantly knew she was someone famous. But putting

the face and name together took a few minutes. Then is dawned on him and

his face lit up.

“Brenda Wade? Really? Wow!” he said. This was better than he ever

dreamed possible. Brenda Wade was almost as big a busy body as Ms

Americana, and almost as despised by certain unsavory elements of society.

This would only increase her value on the white slavery market. “That is

incredible. You are such an ass, both as Brenda and Ms Americana. It is so

cool to take you both down at once.”

“What are you going to do with me now?” she asked sullenly.

Isidro smiled wickedly. He went into the bathroom and returned with a

small brown bottle and a wadded up washcloth. Ms Americana’s heart pounded

in her ears as she watched him pour the bottle’s contents into the cloth.

Then he pressed the cloth over her mouth and nose.

He held the cloth firmly as she kicked and writhed beneath him. She

struggled valiantly, but it was of no use. Within moments her struggles

became weaker, more erratic. Finally, she gave a great sigh and relaxed

completely as her eyes rolled up into her head.

“Sleep tight,” he said, grinning. His bold hand tossed the pad away and

cupped her shapely rump. “But don’t worry, Ms Ameri-puta, while you are

asleep I’ll be very busy reaming out your unprotected butt hole.”

# # #

Azure Angel snapped the case closed and growled.

“It’s not fair,” she said, brown eyes flashing. “I did all the legwork,

and she STOLE my glory.”

Then she smiled wickedly. She better pray there was conclusive evidence

within his apartment proving he was the jewelry store bandit, or she would

look very bad. He would undoubtedly sue. Ms Americana might even have to

lay low a while until her lawyers and her rabid feminist supporters closed

ranks and stared City Hall down.

“Of course, she will come out of this looking great. She always does,” the

Asian Avenger said, dejected again. “At least she could’ve had the decency

to SHARE the credit for this bust.”

She carried that case over and sat it beside the others. Now all of her

surveillance equipment was packed up and ready for nightfall to remove. The

police would surely want the tapes, which Ms Americana couldn’t produce.

But she could.

Azure Angel’s spirit rose. Once everyone saw the tapes of him casing the

jewelry store they would know she did all the real work. Tossing the stupid

miscreant around and arresting him was the easy part, especially for a super

powered super heroine like Ms Americana. She wouldn’t even break a sweat

taking him down.

“Ms Americana will be forced to admit my part in this,” she said. “Sweet.”

The arrogant super heroine wouldn’t like that. But she wouldn’t have any

choice. Azure Angel would see to it SHE got due credit, if she had to give

the tapes to the press herself. Let Ms Americana explain THAT.

She walked across the roof to give the jewelry store she’d been watching

for so one last glance. Just as she started to turn around and leave, to

come back that night after midnight to gather her gear, she saw something

that made her heart skip a beat. Something that had to be impossible. She

saw Isidro walking toward the jewelry store.

“What? How?” she said, dropping to one knee and fixating on the Hispanic

man. “Ms Americana couldn’t find any evidence to prove he was the robber.

That’s the only way he could be walking down the street here and now.” Her

dark eyes flashed and she smacked her delicate right hand into the palm of

the left. “I knew it! I knew he was too smart to leave evidence around the

apartment. I knew I would have to catch him red-handed. Ha! Ms Americana

will be so jealous of me when I catch him in the act.”

The sexy Asian Avenger watched as her suspect moved closer and closer to

the front door. He glanced at his watch. It was almost closing time. From

her vantage point she could see the employees gathering at the front

entrance. Then they began to leave. The pretty blonde manager soon was

alone. As usual, she wasn’t at the front door when they left for the day,

but would come up shortly to lock the door. It was that small window of

opportunity that Isidro was banking on.

Azure Angel saw the manager deeper inside, working her way toward the door.

Isidro was closing on the door too. It would be close. Would he even

try? Was this just another dry run like all the others before this? Had Ms

Americana’s appearance in his apartment spooked him?

Then he reached the door, and pushed his way inside just before the manager

reached the door. She protested, not particularly concerned at first.

Azure Angel smiled. Then she saw the manager start to panic. Isidro

quickly covered her mouth and nose with a white pad, and the manager

struggled briefly. That was all the Asian Avenger needed to see.

Racing to the pile of equipment, she quickly found her repelling rope and

moved back to the front. She secured the rope and tossed it down. Seconds

later Azure Angel repelled down the side of the five story office building

in two bounds. Then raced across the street.

Isidro was reaching for the lock when their eyes met. He froze. She

smiled fiercer and redoubled her speed. Then he lunged at the door. She

almost got there before he locked it. So she sent a powerful roundhouse

into the glass door. The glass held. Shatterproof glass. All the

storefront windows were shatterproof glass as well, and beyond her ability

to smash through even with her powerful ninja skills.

“What the Hell? Where are all you super bitches coming from?” Isidro

snarled, his voice muffled through the thick glass.

“Open the door,” Azure Angel declared. “I order you to surrender in the

name of the law.”

“You are new, aren’t you?” he said.

He laughed, and vanished deep inside the store. She screamed in outrage

and frustration. If he escaped her now, then Ms Americana was right. She

should just go home and leave the crime fighting to REAL super heroines.

The thought made her eyes flash brown fire.

“He’ll escape out the back while I’m up front trying to break in,” she

said, starting to study the store front and the entire structure. It was a

two-story building, with offices on the top floor accessed via a stairwell

to the right of the store. “He won’t escape me.”

Azure Angel hurried over to the stairs and raced up. She bypassed the

second floor, and continued up to the roof. Once on the roof, she moved

back and forth between front and back, until Isidro finally emerged from the

back door. She almost laughed with joy upon discovering him waddling under

the weight of multiple bags of purloined jewels and jewelry, heading for his

car parked in the alley. She figured he was lugging twice his own weight,

easily.

“I wonder what the value of all that loot is? I’ll surely be hailed a

heroine with this bust,” he murmured, well pleased with herself. Then she

yelled down, “Not so fast, miscreant!”

Azure Angel raced along the top of the building, until she was even with

his getaway car and then jumped over the side, doing a triple flip, and

landing with a loud -- BOOM! -- atop his car. The roof half caved in and

she was forced to drop to a three point stand from the force of the impact.

“Going somewhere, Isidro?”

“Dammmnnn,” Isidro said, dropping his stolen goods. “Look what you did to

my ride, bitch! I’ll beat you like an ugly dog.”

“Oooo, you scared me,” Azure Angel said sweetly. She did a cartwheel off

the car’s roof and landed just three feet in front of the robber. “I’m just

a little girl, so don’t scare me so, you big mean robber you.” She pouted

prettily, then laughed. Her dark eyes narrowed and she gave him a

contemptuous look. “You didn’t really think you could escape the Asian

Avenger, Azure Angel, did you?”

“Huh? Which one are you?” he said. “The Asian Avenger or Azure Angel?”

“What? You’ve never heard of me?”

“No, but I’ve heard of -- BERETTA!” he called, pulling his .9mm and

swinging it around to threaten her. “Hands up, Azure Bitch!”

Azure Angel spun so fast he didn’t realize what she was doing until her

black booted foot kicked the pistol right out of his hand. Isidro froze,

gawking at his empty, aching hand.

Azure Angel almost laughed at his goofy look. She had to be fast. She

didn’t have a power belt that protected against bullets like Ms Americana

and Flag Girl. Speed and cunning, her extraordinary ninja skills, were her

shields. And they were every bit as effective as Ms Americana’s belt, too.

“You are no match for me, criminal, so surrender or else,” she said.

“I’ll take my chances with or else,” Isidro said. “I’m a real man, and I

don’t surrender to no girl in hooker clothes.”

“You have a smart mouth, miscreant,” she said, eyes fierce. “I don’t like

smartasses.”

“And I don’t like half-naked bimbos messing with me while I’m working,” he

said just as fiercely.

“Yeah? Well work with this,” she said, and thrust kicked him in the belly.

“Oofff,” he said, staggering back a few steps.

Then he snarled, and stepped towards her. She moved in to meet him. He

jabbed, then sent an upper cut at her jaw. She blocked that swing, and

swung at his face. He blocked her punch, and threw a left cross at her

face. Azure Angel ducked, and then surged up and seized his arm with both

hands.

“Shit!” he said, never seeing anyone move so fast. “Whoa!”

The Asian Avenger used her ninja skills to pull him in, off balance, and

then spun and kicked him in the belly again. The kick hurled him across the

alley to smash into a brick wall. Isidro dropped to his knees, gasping and

aching all over. Glancing to his right he spotted his pistol.

“So, tell me, miscreant,” Azure Angel said, walking towards him sultrily.

He paused, mesmerized by her jouncing tits. Asian women didn’t normally

have tits like that. He idly wondered if they were real. She seemed so

desperate to be like Ms Americana he could see her getting a boob job. “How

did you escape Ms Americana? Did she fail to find any evidence in your

apartment, or did you just RUN away faster than she could catch you?”

That struck home. Isidro’s masculine pride was pricked. It was bad enough

that some little Asian bitch was tossing him around like a rag doll, but now

she was taking the time to mock his manhood!

“I don’t run from anyone, especially not from women,” Isidro said, dark

eyes flashing. “And I didn’t run from Ameri-bimbo, either. I kicked her

ass, then bent her over a chair and FUCKED her stupid.”

“What?”

“I going to sell her to a white slaver tonight, along with you,” he said.

Azure Angel froze. No. He couldn’t have defeated Ms Americana. Not the

Queen of Justice. The premier super heroine of Delta City. He was lying.

He had to be lying.

Isidro almost laughed. He knew her feeble mind wouldn’t be able to wrap

itself around the idea of a mere man defeating Ms Americana. She froze in

place, just as he expected. Her pretty eyes lost focus, showing she was

lost in some internal debate.

So he dove for his pistol.

“Hey! What are you doing?” she cried, pulled out of her disturbing

reverie.

Too late. Isidro grasped the pistol and rolled. Azure Angel lunged at

him. Before she knew what was happening, he had a bead on her. Point blank

range.

“Freeze!”

Azure Angel stopped, just a foot from Isidro.

“Hands in the air,” he demanded.

She scowled at him, hesitated, then slowly raised her hands. Even her

ninja skills were not faster than a bullet. Especially not at point blank

range. So for now she would cooperate and do as ordered. He would make a

mistake, and she would exploit it. They always did.

“Don’t shoot,” she said. She lifted her chin higher and thrust her chest

out further. His eyes, as expected, drop to her large tits. “I surrender.”

“Good girl,” he said, leering at her now. He slowly rose to his feet,

never letting the pistol stray from its target. “Now, take off that utility

belt and toss it over at my feet.”

Azure Angel hesitated, then scowled at him. But she obeyed and removed the

utility belt. Then she gently tossed it at his feet. Isidro carefully

picked it up and riffled through the compartments until he found a pair of

handcuffs. Then tossing the belt aside, he threw the handcuffs to Azure

Angel.

“Snap the cuffs onto your left wrist,” he commanded. She obeyed

reluctantly. “Now, kneel on the ground. Good. Now spread your knees as

wide as possible.”

She dropped down into a semi-split. He admired how limber she was, sexy

ideas dancing through his head.

“Close your eyes. Tight.”

“What do you want from me?” she said as he silently moved around to her

back and moved in close. “You’ve won. You defeated me. This is your

chance to escape before I recover.”

Isidro pressed the barrel of the pistol to the back of her head. He

noticed her body tense.

“Don’t try anything. I’m pretty scared right now, and the slightest twitch

from you might cause me to pull the trigger,” he said. She started to grind

her teeth, but didn’t speak or move. “Good girl. Now bring both hands

behind your back and cross them at the wrists.”

Azure Angel took a deep breath, letting it out loudly through her nose

before she obeyed. This was too humiliating. She would surely lose face in

the ninja community, and her grandfather and family would disown her. Utter

defeat.

Isidro quickly snapped the free end of the handcuffs onto her other wrist.

She instantly started to tug on the cuffs. He laughed, knowing her efforts

were futile. The robber knew how to secure a woman.

“Give it up, Azure Puta,” he said.

“You won’t get away with this, Isidro. I know who you are. I’ll tell the

Police and they will be after you too,” she said. “You better pray they get

to you before I do.”

He laughed as he stuffed the pistol back inside his waist band. Then he

retrieved his bottle of chloroform from the car and drenched a cotton pad.

“You look sleepy,” he said as he knelt behind her and pressed the

chloroform soaked pad over her mouth and nose.

“Uuummmmmm,” she cried through the pad.

Azure Angel started thrashing about, kicking and twisting. She got free

three times before he finally wrapped his legs around her waist, an arm

around her neck, and held the pad over her face with all his strength.

“Aaauuuummmmgghhhhhh!” she screamed in rage and fear. The powerful drug

was shredding her will power and ability to focus so terribly fast. She

quickly began suffering from tunnel vision, with the darkness creeping in

remarkably fast. “Uuuuggghhh.”

Isidro held on for dear life for several minutes. She tried to hold her

breath, but foolishly screamed away most of her breath, and was forced to

take deep breath after deep breath, further necessitated by her frantic,

draining struggles to escape her miserably fate.

After a while, Azure Angel’s struggled weakened, and then ceased. He

watched her face, until her eyes fluttered, then rolled up into her head.

Then her breathing slowed and her body completely relaxed.

“And another bites the dust,” he said, grinning. He copped a feel of her

tits. “Damn, they are real. Go figure.”

A siren in the distance got his attention. Isidro gathered Azure Angel up

and carried her to his car. The sight of the caved in roof infuriated him.

She would pay for that. He would take it out of her ass that night, before

he sold her into white slavery. That would teach the arrogant busybody a

hard lesson in reality, and a woman’s proper place in society.

Azure Angel was tossed in the trunk. Then he placed the stolen jewels and

jewelry around her. Moments later, Isidro was on the road. It was a long

drive home, expecting another super heroine to jump out at him at any time.

Where was Flag Girl? And what about Got Gal and Got Chick? And Green

Spectre and Spectre Girl?

“I’ll kick their asses too,” he said angrily. He was so tired of these

uppity super bitches trying to beat him down. Now they would pay for their

arrogance. “Oh yeah.”

Once he got home, Isidro moved the loot to another car trunk, then dragged

a groggy Azure Angel out of the trunk. She staggered, teetering atop her

sexy stilettos. He liked seeing her so disoriented and helpless. He

considered chloroforming her again, but decided he wanted her coherent when

he fucked her halfwit brains out.

“Ooh. What’s happening?” Azure Angel said. “So sleepy. Oh, you have a

gun. Why are my hands cuffed?” Then realization dawned in her startled

eyes. “Oh my God!”

He pushed her towards his apartment. She stumbled, but kept her feet. So

Isidro herded her to his apartment, with Azure Angel constantly looking over

her shoulder at him and his gun, a look of fear and stunned disbelief spread

across her lovely masked face.

“I’m a super heroine,” she said as he pushed her through the front door.

“You can’t do this to me.”

“Wanna bet?”

He pushed her to the bedroom. When she entered Azure Angel spotted Ms

Americana laid out on the bed, bound spread-eagle. She was unmasked,

stripped down to her boots, gloves and tiara. In addition, the vanquished

super heroine was ball-gagged and had a massive, buzzing dildo shoved up her

cunt.

“Ms Americana?” Azure Angel said. The bound super heroine opened her dazed

eyes, then flushed red in humiliation. “But how? Oh, my lord, you’re

Brenda Wade!”

“That’s right, my little Asian puta,” Isidro said, pushing her onto the bed

and across Ms Americana’s prone body. “Let’s find out who you are, shall

we?”

Isidro leaped atop her. Both Azure Angel and Ms Americana began grunting

and squirming. Azure Angel cried out threats of vengeance, while the

ball-gagged Queen of Justice could only snort angrily through her nose.

Getting the upper hand, Isidro seized the edge of the mask and started to

pull. It resisted removal even more than Ms Americana’s mask. But when it

started coming off, it came off fast. The vanquished ninja wannabe super

heroine gasped as the mask came off, too stunned to speak or even think.

“Well, you were a nobody as a super heroine, and a nobody as a

non-heroine,” Isidro laughed. “How appropriate.”

“I am Ninja! From a family of powerful Ninja,” she declared. “I will be

avenged, rest assured.”

“You will be fucked into the dirt, then toss out on the street to whore

that fine ass for money,” he said, cupping her tit through the bustier.

“One of you seems a bit overdressed for this victory celebration. Care to

take a wild guess who?”

Isidro pulled out a switchblade and snapped it open. Azure Angel’s wide

eyes locked on the keen-edged blade, her breath held. He lowered the

vicious looking blade to the front bottom of her bustier, and hooked it up

under the bottom lacing. He flicked his wrist and the razor sharp blade

severed the bottom lacing. Then he slowly worked his way up, cutting all

the lacings until the blue bustier with the black breast cups parted and

fell to either side of her shapely young body. His eyes fixed on her

massive mammaries as they fell apart and jiggled before his hungry eyes.

Then he cut off her black bikini bottoms at the hips and that garment fell

off her body as well, exposing her bikini waxed pubic mound and dark lipped

pussy to his scrutiny.

“You cad,” she gasped as he ran the back of his finger up across her moist

nether lips. “How dare you.”

“Better get used to it, Azure Puta. Once I have my fun with you, then both

of you are being sold to white slavers,” he said, throwing the switchblade

across the room to stick in the wall.

He took her tits in both hands and spent the next ten minutes squeezing and

caressing them; kissing, licking and sucking on her small brown nipples, so

hard and sensitive; just thoroughly enjoying her spectacular tits. For her

part, Azure Angel writhed atop Ms Americana and under Isidro, panting and

gasping, eyes wide in disbelief, trying in vain to escape his erotic touch.

Never did she know it felt like that to be with a man.

In an attempt to escape him, Azure Angel managed to twist over onto her

belly, and found her face buried in Ms Americana’s deep cleavage. Isidro

quickly shed his pants and climbed up behind her.

“Doggie style,” he said. “Good idea.”

“Wait!”

Too late. His hard cock made contact with her suddenly burning twat.

Azure Angel clenched her cunt muscles, determined he would get no pleasure

from her body. But he surprised her by not just shoving it home. Instead,

he used his cock to spread wide the engorged lips of her labia, then rubbed

the cock head up and down her highly sensitive slit.

“Ooooo,” she said, feeling her face all flushed.

“Like that, do you? Ms Americana liked it too,” he said. “In fact, she

liked everything I did to her. And I did everything I could think of to

her. We spent the afternoon exploring the depths of my depravity, and of

her sexual stamina. We found her ability to take a sound fucking was

endless. I just hope you are half the fuck she was.”

“You are a sick, perverted man,” Azure Angel cried. “Ohhhh. Please stop.”

Isidro suddenly thrust his cock into her throbbing vagina. She wasn’t

prepared for his penetration. Or his size. It felt like his cock was

ripping her apart, and within seconds of entering her vagina, he did just

that. Isidro ripped her hymen to shreds.

“Oh no! My virginity!”

“What virginity?” he laughed. “I don’t see no virgins in this room.”

His initial penetration went a good five inches inside her, and then he

pulled back and thrust again. Harder. She cried out and was thrust

forward.

“Oh!” she cried, then when her mouth closed she found it filled with

rubbery, but hard nipple. Ms Americana’s nipple. “Muuummmm.”

Involuntarily, she gave it a little suck. Ms Americana snorted through her

nose. Both defeated and humiliated super heroines slanted eyes toward each

other’s faces, and locked eyes. The electricity of attraction ripped

through their luscious bodies. Azure Angel gave the nipple another little

suck, then flicked the tip of the nipple with her tongue. Ms Americana

groaned.

By this time, Isidro was completely inside his newest captive’s pussy. He

was ramming it home, oblivious to the newest development right before him.

His thick rod was beating Azure Angel down like nothing ever before. Each

thrust sucked will power and strength from the bound heroine. Each thrust

increased the heat infusing her shapely body, making it harder to think, or

even breathe.

“Mmmmm,” Azure Angel groan.

“Uuummmmm,” Ms Americana answered.

“Oh yeah,” Isidro called, starting to fuck her even harder. “Tight, virgin

super heroine pussy is the best.”

Azure Angel cried out, “Aaaiiiieeee!” then gently bit Ms Americana’s

nipple, and finally started rubbing her face across the satiny smooth skin

of the monster tit.

Suddenly, the hot erotic tingle that was steadily increasing in intensity

changed. She’d never felt anything like it before. But she knew

instinctively she was about to experience her very first orgasm.

“Oh, God. Oh, God! No, please….oh God!” Azure Angel gasped between pants.

“I can’t….I ….OH! Oh God!

Oh…Goooo-Aeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Bingo!” Isidro called, and laughed. Seconds later he released his seed

deep into her pussy.

*Azure Angel collapsed atop Ms Americana’s sweaty body, gasping for breath.

Her face was pillowed by the former super heroine’s pillowy 44DDs. It

felt surprisingly good, and shockingly right. Nothing was more erotic than

her hot, sweaty flesh rubbing against Ms Americana’s equally hot and sweaty

skin.

“New position, new orifice,” Isidro said, seizing her by the hair and

pulling her up to a kneeling position.

Azure Angel was positioned so that she was kneeling, knees wide, over Ms

Americana’s face. Then he plucked the vibrating dildo from the Queen of

Justice’s throbbing twat and tossed it aside. And finally, he moved up

behind Azure Angel again.

“Start eating her pussy, puta,” he demanded.

“Mercy,” she gasped. “This is too much for me. I was a virgin before

tonight. I can’t handle any more.”

“Bull,” he said. “You’re my sex slave, puta. You will ‘take’ what I give,

and do what I command. Eat her.”

With that he shoved a dry finger up her asshole.

“Ughh,” she gasped, falling forward and her face landing on Ms Americana’s

twat. Ms Americana’s naturally pink labia was very red with blood flow and

extensive abuse by Isidro and the vibrator. She found it wet and hot to the

touch on her smooth cheek. Her close cropped pubic patch was thick with

dried cum. The covers beneath the helpless super heroine’s snatch was wet

with dripping commingled jizz and pussy juices. Ms Americana’s cunt stank

of stale sex. Without thought, Azure Angel reached out with her long, pink

tongue and licked the length of Ms Americana’s slit. “Mmmmmmm.”

Her captor shoved the full length of his index finger up her butt hole.

She felt her sphincter quiver and spasm around his finger, then finally

relax. Once her sphincter accepted his violation and presence, he began to

pump it in and out of her.

“Oooooommmmmm,” Azure Angel groaned, pausing a second from the tonguing she

was giving Ms Americana. “Are you not going to allow any orifice of my body

to remain virginal?”

“None,” Isidro laughed.

Unconsciously, Azure Angel began licking his Ms Americana’s slit harder and

faster, her tongue lapping the bound and gagged super heroine’s slit in

rhythm with his finger fucking her asshole. Very quickly, she felt her

pussy start to ooze vaginal juices in her growing sexual excitement, and

realized Ms Americana’s twat was getting wetter and wetter too. When he

slowly started pumping faster, she lapped up Ms Americana’s love juices

faster and faster as well.

“Uugghhhhh,” Ms Americana groaned as she thrust her twat up and harder into

Azure Angel’s face.

“Shameless whore,” Isidro said.

<My God, he’s right,> Azure Angel thought, seeing Ms Americana’s clitoris

peeking out it was so aroused. The super sexy super heroine below her was

trying hard to maximize her pleasure despite her dire circumstances. She

noticed Ms Americana’s belly was beginning to quiver, so she was close to

climax. <And I'm the one that will make her cum, too.>

Azure Angel felt a searing flash of heat wash through her luscious body at

the thought of all the power she had over Ms Americana, her long time super

heroine idyll. She would decide if Ms Americana climaxed, and when. She

had POWER over the Queen of Justice, and Ms Americana desperately wanted her

to finish what she started.

She flicked her tongue across the tip of the engorged clit. Ms Americana

sucked in air sharply through her nose. So she flicked it again, and

watched the sexy body beneath her clench and buck.

“Oh yes,” Azure Angel cooed softly.

Isidro pulled his finger out of her hole. She felt him scoot up closer.

He placed one hand atop her rump, while guiding his cock with the other. Ms

Americana started bouncing her hips up and down, trying to get some

attention on her twat. Azure Angel smiled and lowered her full red lips to

Ms Americana’s needed clit, and started to suck on it as Isidro pressed the

head of his cock against her asshole.

“Ready or not, here it comes, Azure Puta,” he said, and thrust forward.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh,” she said, then returned to sucking on the clit.

“You both are wanton whores,” Isidro said, seeing what was going on. “I

already knew Ms Americana was a whore. I fucked her for five hours

straight. Now I see you are a whore too. Very cool.”

Azure Angel didn’t care. Her body was overheated, tingling delightfully,

and she was slowly losing herself in sex. She didn’t know what was firing

her libido more, being butt-fucked by Isidro, or eating out Ms Americana’s

very responsive pussy.

Isidro, as if reading her mind, suddenly pulled almost all the way out,

then thrust hard, driving his cock even deeper. She groaned, without

missing a beat licking and sucking on Ms Americana’s cunt. The feel of that

cock sliding in and out, in and out of her ass hole was too great to

contemplate. It was driving her crazy.

“Oh yeah,” Isidro cried as her butt hole clamped down on his cock. Then

she started rocking her hips, pushing back into his thrusts. “That’s right,

girl. Fuck me back. You are such a whore.”

“Mmmmmm,” the vanquished Asian Avenger groaned, a mouth full of wet pussy.

Then she felt Ms Americana’s body freeze, then she arched her back and

climaxed. When she came, her pussy juices flowed freely and Azure Angel

lapped them up hungrily. And that only intensified Ms Americana’s orgasmic

experience.

“Uuuhhhggghhhhmmmm,” Ms Americana cried through the ball gag.

Knowing she had forced Ms Americana to climax was too thrilling to take.

Azure Angel felt her body slip past that point of no return. She threw

her head back and arched her back to maximize the intense pleasure.

“Aaaiaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Yes!” Isidro yelled. “I’ve tamed both Ms Americana and Azure Angel, in

one day.”

“Aaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeee….Ooohh,” Azure Angel cried, gasping and panting. He

was still pumping manically, still driving her ardor wild, still stoking her

erotic fires deep in her treasonous belly and cunt. And a third climax

erupted. “Uughgh…ugghh….No, I….Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee.”

“Oh!” Isidro said, stunned. He was too excited, and suddenly he lost his

load deep within Azure Angel’s butt. “Oh, yeah. That’s a butt load of cum

for you, Azure Puta.”

Azure Angel gasped and panted as she swiveled her hips, and clenched her

sphincter, savoring every second of pleasure as she milked her captor dry of

jizm.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Damn,” Isidro swore softly. He pulled out of Azure Angel’s ass and backed

off the bed. KNOCK! KNOCK! “I’m coming!” Then under his breath, “The

bastard is early.”

He grabbed Azure Angel by her long, silky black hair and pulled her face to

his cock. She was forced to lick him clean. Quickly. Then he pushed her

back across Ms Americana’s body.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Give me half a minute, idiot,” he yelled. Then he looked at Ms Americana

and Azure Angel. They were watching him with wide eyes full of fear and

uncertainty. He smiled wickedly. “I’ve found a way to make even more money

off you two than I did in all of my robberies. And that’s my big payday at

the door, coming to get his white slaver hands on you two.”

He laughed when both women swallowed hard and started to struggle with

their bonds. Isidro laughed. They weren’t going anywhere.

Going to the door, he called, “Who is it?”

“Americana Express,” came the agreed upon response.

Isidro opened the door and let five burly men inside. The leader was the

toughest looking of the lot. All were dressed as delivery drivers.

“You got the package?” Woodie said.

Isidro smiled wickedly. “Change of plans.”

The naturally suspicious white slavers all tensed, turning intense angry

eyes on him. He laughed and held up his hands.

“Good change,” he said. “I captured Azure Angel since I spoke with you. I

have them both tied up in the bedroom. In fact, I just got through fucking

the shit out of Azure Angel.”

“Excellent,” Woodie said, smiling wickedly as he relaxed. “What about Flag

Girl?”

Isidro shrugged, “I don’t know. I forgot about her.” Then he grinned

viciously. “If she ever comes around looking for her friends I’ll FLAG her

ass, too.”

They all laughed, then he led them to the bedroom. They found Azure Angel

gnawing at the rope binding Ms Americana’s right wrist to the bed. Ms

Americana looked to be enjoying a face full of Asian tit, though. Both

women were still flushed and breathing hard from their sexual escapades.

“You still have their costumes?” Woodie asked, looking around until he

spotted the various pieces of two super heroine costumes scattered about the

room. “Good, I’ll need those as well. My customers want the full super

heroine experience.” Then he looked Azure Angel over, “I can’t get as much

for her as I can for Ms Americana. But I’ll give you the same twenty-five

percent cut off her sale as I offered for Ms Americana.”

“I accept.”

“Good,” Woodie said. He nodded at his boys. “Box ‘em up, boys.”

The other four white slavers departed with evil grins on their faces.

Woodie pulled out a brown bottle and a white cotton pad. He drenched the

pad as he walked over to Ms Americana. Isidro drenched a pad and headed for

Azure Angel.

Woodie pressed the pad over Ms Americana’s face. Her eyes glared at him

furiously a long second, but then she started to buck and fight the effects

of the powerful sleeping drug. He enjoyed the way her monster tits bounced

and flounced all about, how her womanly body twisted and writhed in futile

effort. Her struggles began to subside as his men returned with two long

wooden crates. Each was more than big enough to hold a full grown woman.

“Me and you are going to have a lot of fun once I get you back home, babe,”

Woodie said to Ms Americana.

“Uuuugggghhhh,” the Queen of Justice groaned weakly.

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Isidro behind Azure Angel, holding her

to his chest, one hand on her tits, and the other hand holding the

chloroform pad to her face. Her struggles were even weaker than Ms

Americana’s. Within minutes, both captured super heroines gave a last

pathetic sigh, and relaxed in drug induced sleep.

The white slavers cut Ms Americana loose, then bound her wrists behind her

back and lifted her up and into the waiting crate. Next, they lifted Azure

Angel into her crate. Then they bound the legs of both super heroines and

nailed the tops down on the crates.

“Pleasure doing business with you, dude,” Woodie said as his men carried

the two crates away.

“Yeah, selling them into white slavery is almost as much fun as fucking

them,” Isidro said.

“I know,” the burly white slaver said, grinning. “I’ll be in touch. But I

expect the internet auction will go fast, and you should have your cut by

the end of the week.”

Isidro watched the delivery truck carrying Ms Americana and Azure Angel

drive away. He smiled. What started out as a same old, same old jewelry

store heist turned into his wildest sexual escapade and most profitable day

yet.

THE END