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GOT GAL: GETTING GOT
By Dark One
Erica Sambino looked the tall, beautiful woman over
fondly. Dr. Demitria Darling was her pet
project. The gorgeous scientist just
graduated from
"Demi, congratulations are in order. Well done.
A perfect 4.0 grade point average, " Erica
said, admiring the tall, statuesque scientist with the long blonde hair and
fierce blue eyes. Demi was decked out in
red micro mini dress, very snug and hugged every spectacular curve of her tall,
shapely body. The dress was
long-sleeved, with a turtle neck, but a large heart-shaped cutout over her
deep, deep cleavage. "And, I
understand your Doctorial Thesis found everything I always wanted to know about
super heroines, and how to tame then.
Tame and claim them, with absolute finality."
"Oh yes, Ms Sambino.
That I did and more," Demi said, striking a sassy pose. Her fiery eyes flashed as a cruel smile
spread across her too pretty face.
"My thesis was on Aphrodite Women, Their Strengths and Weaknesses."
"Aphrodite woman is an academic way of saying super
heroine, right?"
"Sort of," Demi said, frowning as she stared off
into space thinking. "All
successful super heroines have a specific gene, called the Aphrodite gene. No one can have a super power without it. It makes them taller, stronger, shapelier and
more beautiful than normal women. In
effect, it makes them superior women. I
think they are the next step on the evolutional ladder."
"Quite a blessing to be born with," Erica said,
almost keeping the bitterness out of her voice.
At five foot three, she had a petite body. Her spectacular tits were the result of
surgery. She was definitely NOT an
Aphrodite woman. Whereas,
Demi was a classic Aphrodite. Made Erica wonder why Demi hated Aphrodite women so terribly much.
"A blessing indeed," Demi said, unconsciously
thrusting out her monster tits and sweet round ass slightly more. "But an even greater
curse. Aphrodite's Curse torments
them all."
"Really? Torments them?" Erica said. "I've dealt with every super heroine in
"Their fears are well founded, and well hidden. Indeed, most of them truly think they are
above such concerns, since they'd fought off and defeated the curse during
their high school and college days, when its claws are the deepest within their
fragile psyches," Demi said.
"Did you know only about one in ten even tries to become a super
heroine? Most succumb to their Dark
Curse as teenagers, becoming the class slut or whore or tramp, or whatever her
hateful little peers decide to brand her with.
Aphrodite girls are ten times hornier than teenage boys, and we both
know that is saying something. The girls
who succumb to their base needs and urges never become super heroines. Mostly, they become hookers and porn stars."
"Interesting. The other ten percent become super heroines,
then? All of them?"
"Well, not all of them," Demi said, smirking as
she glanced down at her own super sexy body.
"Some of US become super scientists or other overachievers."
Erica laughed. Demi
had always been a rebel, a maverick, and very sassy to
authority. Her beauty, audacity and
overwhelming GENIUS allowed her to get away with pretty much anything. Erica stifled a shiver, because Demi would
make an incredibly frightening super heroine.
Thank God she despised the entire lot.
"So, are you going to tell me their curse, and the
secret to using it against them?"
"Of course," Demi said, grinning wickedly. "Sex."
"Pardon me?"
"An Aphrodite woman's secret Achilles' Heel is
sex. Sex scrambles her brain. She quickly becomes absorbed by it, relishing
the feel of it. It's pretty much an open
secret that the surest way to keep a super heroine down is continuous, intense
sexual use and abuse. It is not an old
wives tale, either. The best way to
conquer an Aphrodite is to FUCK HER STUPID," Demi said. Demi paused, to close her eyes, bite her
lower lip and rub her lower belly. Erica
raised a brow, amazed that even Demi was affected just by talking about it. Demi shook herself out of it, her eyes
narrowing at Erica. "Fuck them
hard. Fuck them long. Don't stop fucking them. And they will be your obedient sex slaves
forever."
"Obedient sex slaves? Hmmm, how hard would it be
to brainwash an Aphrodite woman, but leave her out in the world doing her thing
while still in full control of her impressive faculties and yet firmly under my
thumb?"
"Simple. I
thought you'd want that, so I studied it extensively. I've found the secret," Demi said. "It takes less than a week, because an
Aphrodite's ego and psyche are the frailest little things. Once she is broke on the cock, so to speak,
she is all but an empty vessel to fill with anything you want."
"Nice theory," Erica said. "But have you ever put it into
practice? To see if
you really COULD break, brainwash and keep a super heroine as a …pet?"
Demi smiled wide. "Yumi! Heel!"
A gorgeous young Asian girl, looking to be college age, rushed
into the room in a sexy little high-heeled run that jiggled her impressive 35D
tits enticingly. She was only about five
foot two, but incredibly shapely and lush.
Her long black hair was cut into long bangs that fell into dark eyes. She wore a metallic blue bustier top, with
midnight blue breast cups. Laced up the front. Reminiscent of Azure Angel's costume top. Her micro mini skirt actually failed to cover
her sweat round ass or her naked pussy, which was completely waxed clean. Garters dropped down to hold up black fishnet
hoses, and her feet were sheathed in five inch stiletto ankle boots that laced
up the front.
"This is Yumi Wong.
An exchange student by day, and formerly the less than
famous Azure Angel by night. She
came noising around six months ago, and I found my guinea pig," Demi said,
astonishing Erica, who sat up straighter and gawked at the vanquished
vigilante, kneeling submissively at Demi's feet. Demi pulled out a foot long, silver dildo and
grinned. "I broke her with
this. It vibrates. I found the perfect frequency, too, for
Aphrodite libidos."
Click! Vvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!"
Yumi cried, back arching and both hands dropping to rub her aching, needy
crotch. Head thrown back, she screamed
again, clearly not faking her powerful climaxes. And Demi wasn't even touching her with the
vibrator or anything else. "Oh, Mistress Demi!
I love you! I love you LONG TIME
-- Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Love you long time?" Erica asked.
Demi grinned with wicked delight. "Hey, who said scientists can't have a
sense of humor?"
"How long did it take to break her?"
"Two days, but she really isn't much of a super
heroine. I mean, she was still in her
most vulnerable times as a college student.
Really, it's about twenty-five that Aphrodite women began to really gain
some control over their curse. But
still, it shouldn’t take more than three days if you take your time, and it you
are really intense, it can be done in a single day," Demi said. "Once broken and tamed, utterly and
completely, then they are open to suggestions.
Three days tops to train them."
"On average, right?"
Erica said. "I would expect the
older, more powerful super heroines would be harder to break and train."
"On the contrary. Ms Americana or Got Gal might very well prove
the quickest and easiest to break and train," Demi said. "They are the most arrogant, the most
self-assured after many, many years of victories and success. If you broke them, shattered their self-image
and reduced them to mewling sex kittens, they would be utterly shattered and
completely open to suggestion and molding.
Ms Americana would be more slavishly devoted to you than say Flag Girl,
who is still unsure of herself to some extent."
"Oh my," Erica said, envisioning Ms Americana,
Got Gal, Lady Midnight and Green Spectre as her obedient and devoted slaves. Then she glanced at the TV, currently on and
tuned to the local News. A familiar and
hated face filled the screen. Big blue
eyes, silky blonde hair, full red lips, Tanya O'Donnel was a royal pain in her
butt. Had been for
years. Not super heroine pain in
the butt, but a major pain nonetheless.
Besides, Tanya had begun a very in-depth investigation into Erica's
finances and businesses, with the goal of proving without a shadow of a doubt
she was a criminal. And thus providing
federal prosecutors with the evidence they need for a conviction. "What about her?"
Demi glanced over at the TV. "Tanya O'Donnel? Yes, she shows all the classic signs of
having the Aphrodite gene -- extreme beauty, monster tits, narrow waist, flaring
hips and killer legs. She's also highly
successful and at the top of her field, a common sign of an Aphrodite woman who
has dedicated her gift to something and excelled. I've never heard of her dating, either. Another sign. A man would quickly tame her, and she knows
it."
"She might be a lesbian," Erica offered.
"Any regular lover, male or female, will tame an
Aphrodite woman. The only defense
against virtual sexual slavery is abstinence."
Suddenly, Erica was pleased she wasn't "blessed"
with the Aphrodite gene. She'd hate to
give up sex.
"And if I wanted to test your theory on her, before I
went after a real super heroine, how would you suggest I go about it?"
Erica said.
Demi looked at Tanya, then looked
back at Erica. A sinister smiled slowly
spread across her beautiful face as she handed Erica the foot long, silver
vibrating dildo.
"Here's what you do."
#
# # # #
Click! Click! Clicky-click!
Tanya smiled, loving the way her Jimmy Choo, five inch
stiletto pumps sounded in the underground parking garage. The white pumps matched her wide, corset
style belt and designer handbag perfectly.
Her dress was a strapless sheath dress, with a very short skirt and
plunging neckline. Fact was, her 38Gs
were more uncovered then covered, and they bounced and jounced sweetly as she
strutted arrogantly along.
Tanya clicked her remote, her white Mercedes Benz beeped, then the trunk popped open.
She tossed her briefcase into the trunk and closed it. Then she slipped into the white leather
driver's seat and buckled up. She paused
to check her makeup in the rearview mirror, then
turned the key.
ROAR! Went the powerful personal luxury
car.
VVvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Went her
driver's seat.
"Oh!" Tanya squeaked,
beautiful blue eyes wide in shock and surprise.
She knew what it was. The
gorgeous, super sexy news anchor and investigative reporter had dealt with
vibrators on a personal level, and professional, too many times to not know
what it was. She rather liked them,
actually. As long as
she was in control of it. Had a bunch of them at home, in the nightstand next to her bed. But this vibrator was different. She realized that within seconds. More powerful, and it hit her just right,
faster and harder than any vibrator had in her life. It was like that vibrator was built just for
her, attuned to her body and libido. It
took all of five seconds, and Tanya was bowled over by her monster climax. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
From twenty feet away, inside her limo, Erica watched
Tanya's head roll back and heard her scream of ecstasy. She smiled as the super sexy reporter writhed
and climaxed over and over, helpless to save herself. Within five minutes all of Tanya's windows
were fogged up from her heavy panting.
Erica signaled her driver and they left at that time.
Erica missed it when the four off duty camera men heard her
screams and gasps, opened her door and pulled her out. The mob boss might've enjoyed the way Tanya
immediately started clutching at and sucking off the four men who had filmed
her in studio for years, never imagining one day the gorgeous, haughty anchor
woman would eagerly suck them dry.
The men didn't understand how to keep an Aphrodite woman
going, so she recovered after a while and shooed them away. After cleaning up, she checked her seat and
figured out how to disable the cunningly installed vibrator. Then she drove home, running through a mental
list of who might have the ability, means and desire to humiliate her like
that. The list was rather long.
Tanya lived in the most exclusive luxury high-rise condos
in
"Yikes!" she cried, seized before she understood
she was even under attack.
One of the masked men pressed a damp cloth over her mouth
and nose. The heady smell of chloroform
invaded her nasal cavities, scrambling her mind immediately. The other two men held her arms tightly,
until she stopped struggling.
They chloroformed her stupid, but not entirely out. She felt the elevator rising as they ripped
her expensive dress off, leaving only the white corset belt and matching
stilettos on her body.
"Uuugggh," Tanya
groaned as a thick, cold, metallic like dildo was thrust up her slippery wet
pussy. The men laughed as one of them
claimed her full, glossy pink lips in a passionate kiss, tongue thrusting deep
into her mouth. The other two each
grabbed a massive tit and started licking, kissing sucking and otherwise
savoring her magnificent mammaries. Then
one of them turned on that insidious vibrator, and that same PERFECT vibration
slammed into her pussy, deep, deep inside her this time….Vvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrr! It got an instant response, as in mind
numbing orgasm. "Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh-mmmmmmmmmmggggggggghhhh!"
The men hung on tightly as Tanya bucked and writhed, utterly
lost in la-la land, totally consumed by her machinegun climaxes. She didn't know how long it lasted, but when
that vibrator was pulled out she was sitting on her own white leather
couch. Well, actually her ass was
impaled on a very thick, long cock, belonging to a big man sitting on her
couch. All he wore was a black
mask. She had her back to him, bouncing
up and down his thick shaft. His big
hands were doing wonderfully wicked things to her bouncing 38Gs. The masked man that pulled out the vibrator
quickly took its place inside her sopping wet pussy
"Who….ugh…who are…oooohhh,
Goddess, help….are you?" Tanya panted, grunted and groaned out.
"Secret admirers," the man reaming her ass
whispered in her ear.
"We just wanted to return some of the pleasure you
give us every night as we watch you on the news," the man fucking her
pussy said, and then claimed her luscious lips in a demanding kiss. Behind him, she spotted the third man. He was naked, but filming them with a video
recorder. Her own
personal camcorder, in fact.
"Oh, Goddess!" she cried. "I ….think…they are…going to…TAME
ME! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiie! Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhmmmmmm!"
The men didn't leave until after four in the morning. Tanya did what she was told, without thought
or argument.
#
# # # #
Tanya woke up to find herself sprawled across her coffee
table, covered in dried sweat and cum.
She sat up in a groggy daze, looking around at
the mess. Articles of her clothing were
scattered everywhere. There were obvious
cum stains everywhere they'd fucked her over the long, long night -- several
places on the carpet and sofa, one of the chairs.
"Someone thinks he can intimidate Tanya O'Donnel with
a little forced sex and subjugation," Tanya said, beautiful blue eyes
narrowing as her pretty, delicate hands unconsciously caressed her satiny soft,
but amazingly firm 38Gs. "They are
going to be in for a rude awakening. I'm
made of stronger stuff than the average woman.
I am a superior woman."
Besides fucking her ten times stupid, her attackers had
also filmed most of it for whomever they worked for (she overheard vague
references to "the boss") and they had riffled through her home
office and taken her laptop. It didn't
matter, she always saved everything on a jump drive, and they didn't find that. None of her ongoing investigations were
crippled. Now, to figure out whom she
had scared so much.
She showered and got dressed. She put on a white, shimmering silk dress,
with a high hemline and neckline. It
covered quite a bit for Tanya's taste, but left nothing to the imagination
either. She put on white knee boots and
gold jewelry. Then she headed off for
work. Normally, she didn't go to work so
early, but she had to have her office desktop PC to start going over her
investigations and try and determine who was after her.
Being no one's fool, she checked her driver's seat and
found it booby trapped again, with the same vibrator setup. She disabled it and left, quite proud and
smug. Halfway to the studio Tanya made
her regular stop at Starbucks. Since it
was during rush hour, the place was packed.
She went to the end of the line and waited. She had time.
When she got about halfway to the counter, someone behind
her slipped something up and between her shapely legs.
"What the…?!?!" Tanya
gasped, glancing down in surprise.
Whatever it was, it was cold and hard, and hidden from her view by her
own silky skirt. Then -- Vvvrrrrrr! And the
wicked vibrator was laid against her waxed pussy. Her body changed instantly. Liquid heat filled her belly, white hot and
demanding. "Uuugghhh!
No! Ohhhh!" And her eyes crossed, her full lips parted
slightly, and….she…..CLIMAXED. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh! Great Goddess of…..Uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
That vibrator scrambled her brains, sending her body into
multiple orgasms. In less than a minute
"Mmmmmm," Tanya
groaned, sucking in that firm cock.
Seconds later, the vibrator was pushed up her cunt, held in place by her
white silk thong, while the man holding the vibrator thrust his hard cock up
her butt. "Uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggmmmm"
The customers were soon half lined up for coffee, half
lined up for Tanya. After an hour the
vibrator was taken away, making her feel empty and unloved. But the customers lifted her up, laid her
across a bistro table, facing up, and left her head and legs hanging off
opposite sides. Then the two lines took
up position and started getting upside down blow jobs and some really sweet
pussy gang-bang action.
Tanya wasn't sure how long she was double-teamed like that,
but after a couple hours management broke it up, she was taking in back, and
fucked some more by the staff. Then she
was given a free large coffee and sent on her merry way.
"Nine fifteen?" Tanya said, pushing tousled golden
blonde hair out of her face as she sat in the driver's seat and stared at the
dash clock. "I was in there almost
three hours. Oh, I owe someone BIG
TIME. I will have my vengeance,
too."
She turned the key, the engine roared and Vvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The seat vibrator was reconnected.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
#
# # # #
Erica and Demi were enjoying a nice dinner when the evening
news came on. Erica turned up the volume
and they watched Tanya O'Donnel read the news with professionalism and
empathy. She really looked like she
cared about all those poor victims. Then
halfway through the news, while they had a close up of Tanya's gorgeous face, Erica
pushed a button.
Half a city away, a vibrator disguised as a seat cushion
erupted with intense vibration. Vvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Erica smirked as
she watched Tanya's monologue stutter to a stop, her big blue eyes cross and
full, glossy pink lips part and emit a long soulful, "Uuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Erica heard Demi groan softly, too. The evil scientist looked highly aroused, but
quickly recovered and glared hatefully at Tanya after a moment.
Turning back to the TV, Erica was surprised to see they
were still broadcasting. Tanya was still
sitting there, reveling in her machinegun orgasms. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back and
back arched at she pawed at her own spectacular tits and groaned wantonly. She stayed on the air until she managed to
rip her top down, exposing a lacy white bra.
When they went to commercial, Erica pressed the remote and
switched to a secret closed circuit TV inside Tanya's office. Moments later Tanya was dragged into that
office by the elderly, very angry station manager. She was clearly still highly aroused and
dazed. He yelled at her a few seconds, then seemed to realize her emotional state.
"Oh, sweet," Erica smirked. He pulled out his cock, and Tanya grabbed
hold and started sucking without prompting.
"I think she is almost broken."
"Yes," Demi said.
"She is responding very well, and very
quickly to the vibrator. I wouldn't be
surprised if she climaxed just hearing the vibrator."
They watched as Tanya sucked off her boss, then laid across her desk and spread her shapely legs wide. Her boss stepped up and mounted her with
enthusiasm. After the station manager
exhausted himself fucking her, she spent the next few hours on her knees and
back as man after man came, fucked her, and left.
Erica was, of course, recording every second of it for
later broadcast on the internet. Yes,
Erica Sambino was very pleased.
#
# # # #
"Goddess of Got!
What's come over me," Tanya whispered, staring at herself in the
mirror. She'd just spent half an hour in
the shower, scrubbing off MORE cum and sweat. She pushed damp blonde locks out of her face
and looked her statuesque body over in the slightly foggy mirror. "Sometimes having that Aphrodite gene is
a distinct disadvantage."
"Yes," Erica said from the door.
"What?!?" Tanya cried,
startled and spinning around. Erica was
standing in the door, wearing all black leather: thigh boots, mini-shirt, bustier and bolero jacket.
Her black gloved hands held a foot long gold vibrator. "You! You are behind all those vile men sexually
assaulting me!"
"Duh," Erica said, and laughed. "I think you should drop your
investigation of me and my associates."
"On the contrary, I think I need to redouble my
efforts," Tanya snarled. "I
obviously have you worried and back on the ropes if you're taking such desperate
steps to stop me."
"On the contrary, what I've been doing to you is
merely a test for an upcoming project," Erica said, smirking. "You being an Aphrodite bitch only made
it more convenient, and fun."
"Well, your fun is over," Tanya said, blue eyes
flashing, fists clenched. "Get out
of my home."
"Ah, defiant to the bitter end," Erica said,
shaking her head woefully. Then she
smirked again, holding up the vibrator.
She enjoyed the way Tanya's eyes went wide at the sight of the dildo
shaped vibrator. The sexy investigative
reporter even swallowed hard and pressed her thighs together like maybe she was
feeling some erotic pleasures she was ashamed to acknowledge. "Though, maybe it's not exactly the
BITTER end for you. After all, BITCHES
in HEAT are enjoying themselves, right?"
Click! Vvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
"Nnnnooooooooooooo!"
Tanya cried, her body going instantly to climax. She dropped to her knees, one hand dropping
to cup her throbbing pussy and the other cupping her tingling tits. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"
Erica's stiletto heels clicked loudly in the bathroom as
she sauntered over to the climaxing blonde.
She seized her damp, blonde tresses and pulled her to all fours, then
stepped behind Tanya and ….shoved that vibrating dildo straight up the
reporters quivering, sopping wet pussy.
"Uuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Goooooodddddddeeeeeeessssssss!"
Erica dragged Tanya out of the bathroom, forcing her to
crawl on all fours to her own bed. There
were ten mob goons and a spectacularly shapely and beautiful blonde woman
waiting in the bedroom.
The two women watch as Erica's goon took the super sexy
blonde reporter three at a time. And no
one fucked with more passion and enthusiasm than Tanya. She was super aroused, and even more eager to
please. They fucked her until the sun
came up, then left her unconscious and sprawled spread
eagle atop her own bed.
#
# # # #
Got Gal stood before the mirror in her legendary white
bikini costume, white mask and white opera gloves. Everything was white, with some gold trim and
decorations. She idly wondered it she
should go with a strapless top, like Ms Americana had, as she hefted her own
heavy tits. Maybe a
short, belly baring corset or bustier?
"Another time," she muttered, her beautiful face
clouding up with anger. "I have a
bigger problem to deal with. Erica
Sambino. That mob bitch is going down
tonight!" She raised her right fist
high, "Tonight, Erica will taste the vengeance of Got Gal!"
The super sexy super heroine whirled around and marched
across her condo to the balcony. Then
without a word or thought, she leapt up and flew away. It was midday. High noon. The perfect time for a showdown.
Got Gal streaked high overhead, heading for Erica Sambino's
sprawling estate at the edge of
The super sexy super heroine timed it perfectly. Just as the long, black limo stopped at a
stop sign, Got Gal dropped down in front of them. She heard the driver and bodyguard gasp. She winked at their started faces, reached
down and grabbed the front bumper. Then
the statuesque super heroine FLIPPED the limo completely over.
"Bet they didn't see that coming," Got Gal said,
chuckling darkly.
The driver and bodyguard rolled out of the upside down
limo. They were shaken, but not out by
any measure. She grabbed the bodyguard by the left arms, spun him around and
hurled him across the intersection. He
landed in a water filled ditch and lay there writhing and groaning.
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, her 38Gs broke free of
their scant confinement. Finally, with a
lusty leer, he grabbed her tits with both hands.
"Idiot," Got Gal said. "So typical, too. MEN!"
She kicked straight up, and cold cocked the sleazy bastard. The vivacious vigilante glared balefully down
at him as she fixed her costume, getting her firm white globes back inside the
bikini 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, and I wasn't," she said,
grinning smugly. "Idiot."
Got Gal 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," Got Gal
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 Got Gal 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," Got Gal 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 Got Gal
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 Tanya
O'Donnel.
"A vibrator?" Got Gal
said, seeing it in Erica's hand. "Really? That's
the best you can do?"
"No, this is!" Erica cried, swinging the vibrator
at Got Gal's smug face. She swung it
like a club.
Got Gal 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. Got Gal 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.
"AAaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhh! Great Goddess of Got, 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! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Erica! What
happened?" Big Mike said, stumbling over with the driver.
"I think I just got Got
Gal," 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."
Got Gal's white top, with the all important Got Emerald
fastened between her spectacular boobs, was pulled off. 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 white opera
gloves, and they two men pulled off her white bikini bottoms.
The body guard 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 cell, and called for another limo and backup goons,
all while she enjoyed watching Got Gal's head bobbing on the 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 Got Gal's cunt, causing her to climax even harder. Then the driver started spewing hot, sticky
cum in the hair-brained heroine's face.
"She's a goner," Demi said, snatching up a
handful of soft blonde hair and jerking Got Gal'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. Got Gal 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, Got
Bitch."
"Keep fucking her like this, and within a day or two,
Got Gal 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 Got Gal's face. Her hand hesitated, she locked eyes with the beautiful blonde
vigilante, and ripped off her white mask.
"Oh my Goddess!" Demi
cried. "Tanya O'Donnel is Got
Gal? Wow!"
"This is better than I imagined!" Erica
said. "Yes!"
Got Gal 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. "Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"
"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
The brainwashing technique for Aphrodite women worked
beyond any of their dreams. Got Gal 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 Tanya O'Donnel, A.K.A. Got Gal, knew
the secret identities of all of
Green Spectre and Spectre Girl gave them the courtesy of
actually coming to them two days later.
A newly evil Ms
"I'm speechless," Demi said. "I didn't expect so much. One hundred MILLION?"
"I've given you a percentage of Wade Enterprises and
Morgan 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
THE END