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Chapters 6 through 10
Chapter 6
It was early, even for Nicole. She usually didn’t get up that early and
start work. The sun wasn’t even up
yet. But she had some cool ideas for her
novel in progress. Her editor and
publisher were getting antsy for her promised novel, as well.
But first, coffee and news to get her brain moving.
Clicking on the TV, she tossed the remote aside and reached
for her steaming cup of coffee. Larry
Conway’s soothing baritone was speaking, giving her a feeling of comfort. All the stations gave the same news, but she
just felt he delivered it better.
“Now, returning to breaking local news,” Larry Conway
said. “We have more shocking footage
concerning local Super Heroine Aqua Girl’s fate.”
Nicole froze just before taking a sip of coffee. The phrase “Aqua Girl’s fate” echoed cold and
frightening in her mind.
The anchor’s face vanished, to be replaced by grainy
video. Aqua Girl was clearly bound to
some sort of rack, all of her clothes gone except her mask. Two black bars inserted by the station to be
able to air it barely covered her nipples and pussy. Angry red welts crisscrossed her body. She was drenched in sweat, and looked dazed
and exhausted.
A
woman dressed in a coppery catsuit and gold boots and gloves stood before Aqua
Girl. She reached for Aqua Girl’s
mask. The criminal deactivated the seal
and pulled the mask away. Aqua Girl’s
identity was revealed to the world. Then
the fiend that unmasked her turned to the camera, and Nicole recognized her.
“Synnamon!”
“Aqua
Girl’s true identity is Annette Chamberlain,” Synnamon said. “She’s a waitress at the Strip club, Wild
Thang.”
Nicole’s
mind spun. She could barely think. She could barely breathe! Aqua Girl was unmasked! Her career as a Super Heroine was over. She’d be lucky to get out of there
alive. By the look of her tormented
body, Nicole was horribly afraid she’d never see the stern young Super Heroine
alive again.
“Again,
this is all being shown on the internet website, SuperHeroinesExposed.com,”
anchor Larry Conway said, his face suddenly reappearing. “I must warn anyone who is thinking about
visiting that site, though. It is
extremely graphic, pornographic and violent.
They are doing far more than stripping and unmasking poor Aqua
Girl. As we speak, the site has more
than six hours of video showing her being raped by numerous men and women. Plus being tortured with whips and other more
insidious torture devices.”
Nicole
rushed back to her office. She grabbed
her book bag, holding her Justice Girl costume.
Removing the mask, she quickly pressed it her face, sealed and activated
it. No one else was up. So none of the other Sisters knew yet. For the first time, she wished she knew their
true identities so she could call and alert them to this horrific tragedy.
Leaving
the mask on, she hurried to her computer.
She double clicked on the ISP icon, typed in her password and
waited. Within seconds she was online
and typing in “SuperHeroinesExposed.com” to see if there was anything she could
glean from the site. She needed
something that would tell her Aqua Girl’s location.
She
found the site, but it was a pay site, so to add insult to injury, Nicole was
forced to pay $24.95 to join and access the site. Disgust filled her to know how much money the
perverts were making off this criminal act.
The
site gave her two options. Live video of
Aqua Girl being gang banged, or “archive” footage of her being raped since her
capture. They even offered still pictures
to download, and screen savers and wallpaper of her humiliation and
degradation.
Nicole
clicked on the live feed.
“Oh,
God!”
Aqua
Girl was being triple-teamed. A large
black man was on his back while she rode his rod, while two white men were
raping her asshole and mouth. Cum was
dripping off her face and tits from previous men, it glistened on her
back. Nicole turned and puked all over
her CD stand and stereo.
“Hello? Justice Girl?” Zephyr’s shaky voice said.
“Zephyr?” she replied, her voice even
more trembly. “Oh, God, have you
heard? Have you seen what they did to
Aqua Girl?”
“YES!
It’s horrible! What are we going
to do?”
“We’re going to kill them,” she said,
her voice hardening suddenly. “I’m going
to rip off their genitals and shove them up their bloody asses! They had no right!”
“Where do we meet?” Zephyr said. “I just got up, but I can be in the city
within the hour, maybe within thirty to forty-five minutes.”
“Me, too,” Nicole said. She looked down at herself. Vomit has splattered over her lower
legs. “We’ll meet atop the dome ASAP.”
“On the way, Zephyr out.”
With that, Zephyr dropped off and was
gone. Nicole removed her mask as
well. She silently vowed the Sisterhood
would get vengeance for this atrocity!
Aqua
Girl suddenly arched her back and groaned low and sensuously. Synnamon felt her own nipples harden and
begin to tingle. She so loved sexually
abusing other women. Aqua Girl was her
first Super Heroine conquest. She was
proving to be the most satisfying girl so far.
The amazon’s physique was proving quite capable of enduring
far more sexual use and abuse than Synnamon anticipated. In twenty-four hours of captivity, Aqua Girl
had posed for over ten thousand porno pictures, done fifteen hours of live BDSM
sex and abuse, and sexually satisfied most of the leaders of the top dozen
crime organizations.
Amon Rodgers was the lone exception. So far, the crime lord had screwed Aqua Girl
in every orifice of her body, titty fucked her twice, and whipped her
unconscious twice. He still wasn’t
satisfied.
Synnamon cut a sharp look at the leader of the Rodgers
Family. He was sitting in a director’s
chair in the dark shadows, watching hungrily as Synnamon, Lolita and Benny had
their fun with Aqua Girl. Digital TV
cameras were catching it all. The server
next to the wall ten feet behind Amon held all the video and pictures of Aqua
Girl’s fall from power and prestige. She
suspected before the day was out it would record Aqua Girl’s murder by Amon
Rodgers.
A delicate, feminine hand on her breast interrupted
Synnamon’s reverie. Lolita was looking
up at her, her mouth and cheeks shiny after eating out Aqua Girl’s sopping wet
pussy. The hunger in her eyes called to
Synnamon’s own wet cunt. But they
weren’t there to just enjoy themselves.
They wanted to humiliate and destroy an icon of crime fighting.
“Aqua Girl?” Synnamon said, turning her attention back to
the beautiful face with the sad, sad bedroom eyes. “Who do you love?”
“I love you, Mistress Synnamon.”
“Who’s your Mama?”
“You’re my Mama,” Aqua Girl said without hesitation, fear
creeping into her blue eyes. “I’ll do
anything you ask, just please stop hurting me.”
“Hurt you? Me? I’m shocked you’d say such a thing,” Synnamon
said. She looked over Aqua Girl’s
shoulder and caught Benny’s eyes. He was
preparing to fuck her up the ass now that Lolita was through with her
pussy. She nodded and he moved up close,
seizing her hips in both hands. Aqua
Girl’s eyes went wide, then closed on new tears as he pushed himself deep into
her anal cavity. A gasp of pain escaped
her full red lips. “Hurt you? Perish the thought.”
Synnamon and Lolita each took a tit and sucked long and
hard. After a moment, they both reached
down and began fingering her pussy.
Synnamon massaged the clitoris while Lolita finger fucked her. Aqua Girl climaxed three times before Benny
shot his wad deep inside her.
Lolita began sucking on Synnamon’s fingers. She meticulously licked and sucked all of
Aqua Girl’s pussy juices off Synnamon’s hands and fingers. Then she helped Synnamon back into her
skintight costume.
Turning to Amon Rodgers, “It’s time,” Synnamon said.
Amon Rodgers nodded and departed after a long, hungry look
at Aqua Girl. Synnamon watched him go
with speculative eyes.
“Benny, you know what to do,” she said. “Come along, Lolita. I’ve got an empire to build.”
She cut a look back at Aqua Girl. Benny and three others already had the amazon
face down on the floor. Drugged, Aqua
Girl was surprisingly pliable. Both legs
bound up tight, her stilettos pressed against her firm, round hiney. A heavy black leather, studded collar was
being fastened around her slender neck, to which another rope to her bound wrists
was attached. A rope and pulley hung
above, waiting to hang the beautiful brunette from and move her to her next
location within the building.
Synnamon watched as they wrapped rope around her waist,
between her legs, and over her shoulders.
That rope was looped over the hook overhead and she was quickly lifted
up into darkness as the men scrambled to their positions.
“Excellent,” Synnamon said, watching Aqua Girl’s
progress. When she was in position the
super criminal led Lolita to the small office area at the front of the
warehouse. Aqua Girl hung in the dark
above it, with several men atop the office section and below the helpless
heroine. “Has everyone been seated, Lolita?”
Lolita cracked the door open and peeked inside. Synnamon admired the firm round rump of her
lover and assistant. Lolita had an
amazon’s shapely body. At the moment,
Lolita was wearing a gray wool suit jacket, with matching micro miniskirt and
white silk shirt. Black stockings, with
the seam up the back, covered her shapely legs, which were stuffed into
delicately beautiful black spike heeled pumps.
“Yes, they are all seated and waiting.”
Synnamon led Lolita into the office area, wonderfully air
conditioned after the hot, stuffy makeshift studio in the warehouse area. Animated conversations ended upon her
entrance. The only sound to be heard was
the tap tapping of stilettos on tile as the two criminal beauties walked to
their chairs.
“Ladies
and gentlemen, thank you for coming here today,” Synnamon said, still standing.
“Thank
you for letting us cum all over Aqua Girl!” Donny Johnson said.
Synnamon
pursed her lips as she studied the leader of the Daggers, a street gang. The Daggers controlled most of the
prostitution and drug dealers south of the docks, in a red light district along
Sugar Mountain Road. Sugar Mountain was
where the dregs of society enjoyed their illegal vices.
Donny
Johnson was a tall man of mixed Latino and black blood. In appearance, he was one of those men it was
impossible to place in a particular group, though his gang was entirely angry,
young black men. He wore his gang’s
colors, blue and black: black leather vest with their blue emblem sewn upon the
back, and faded, filthy blue jeans.
“It
was my pleasure, Mr. Johnson.”
“Yeah,
we saw you having your fun, too,” he said, leering lustfully at her. His dark eyes dropped to her chest, then cut
over to Lolita. “I’ll give you two
thousand for your pretty little bitch.”
“Lolita
belongs to me, Mr. Johnson, and she isn’t for sell,” Synnamon said, watching
Lolita’s reaction. The pretty brunette
was both insulted and aroused by the gang leader’s interest and offer. Lolita was primarily lesbian, but she did
enjoy a romp with men on occasion.
Before Synnamon took possession of her Lolita was a call girl, working
for one of Amon Rodgers’ pimps. She
specialized in BDSM and playing the submissive.
“I own her, body and soul. But, I
might be convinced to give you a taste later, if we can work out a working
relationship here tonight.”
“What
did you have in mind, Synnamon,” Amon said.
“I can guess. We all know you
want to forge an alliance of some sort, with you as the leader.”
“Yeah,”
Donny said. “You did good here with Aqua
Girl. Can’t argue there. She’s the first Amazon anyone in this town
ever defeated, much less captured and gang-banged.” He nodded at Amon. "But, of course, some
of the Family boys have taken down Super Heroines in other cities before moving
here, right Mr. Rodgers?"
Amon
smiled evilly, "Right."
“Exactly,”
Synnamon said. “I was once a member of
the Alpha Meta Sisterhood of Super Heroines, in Chicago. But I’ve come to realize I am fighting for
the wrong side. There’s more fun and
profit on this side. I don’t do squeaky
clean very good.”
A
lot of grins met that statement. They
had all watched her sexual abuse of Aqua Girl.
She’d even seduced three of the girls of the all girl gang, The Leather
Girls.
“I
know all about your crime fighting career in Chicago,” Amon said. “I have associates up there who’d love to get
their not so friendly hands on you.”
“Bet
they would,” Synnamon said, grinning.
She was a hell-raiser in Chicago, for both the Sisterhood and the local
crime lords. “But that’s neither here
nor there. Ladies and gentlemen, it is
time to take back this city. Before the Sisterhood came, the crime lords and
gang leaders ruled in Ocean City. It was
the smuggling capital of America. Under
my leadership, we can return to those glory days.”
“The
Sisterhood will not run away just because we captured one of them,” Amon
said. “If anything, they’ll send two or
three amazons to replace her. It is
their way, to throw heroines at the most dangerous situations until it is
tamed. We don’t want to be tamed again.”
“Yeah,
we’ve worked out a system of doing our business right under the noses of the
amazons,” Donny said.
“Fuck
your system,” Bloody Mary Cox said. The
leader of the Leather Girls stood. She
was halfway down the long table, to Synnamon’s right and across from Donny. “I’m sick and tired of skulking around in the
shadows, afraid to show my face for fear an amazon will slap me down. I say we fight them. Let it be war.”
The
Leather Girls were all behind their leader.
The others weren’t so eager to take on the local Sisters. Most of them had tangled with, and lost to,
the Sisterhood in the past. They weren’t
eager to repeat that unpleasant experience.
“War
will not be necessary,” Synnamon said.
“I can rid the city of Sisters once and for all. Aqua Girl was only the first. Justice Girl, Zephyr, Sugar and Spice are
soon to share her fate, if we all agree to what I propose.”
“And
if we don’t agree?” Amon asked.
“Then
I’ll move to another city,” Synnamon said.
“I’ll not clean out this city’s amazons just so you can prosper without
me.”
“You’ve
all been given our projected profits once the Sisterhood is eradicated,” Lolita
said. “If you read it, you’d know
Synnamon will double your profits within the first year alone.”
“And
that’s after my cut,” Synnamon said.
“It’s a no lose situation for you.
I’ll personally be taking all the risks taking out the local
Sisters. You won’t have to do a thing,
but reap the benefits.”
“What’ll
you do with them?” Donny said. “Kill
them?”
“At
first I planned to do just that, but after we all had so much fun with Aqua
Girl I’ve changed my mind,” Synnamon said.
“Remember, I’m a white slaver.
Amazons bring premium prices.
I’ve already got a buyer over in Indochina interested in Justice Girl,
and will soon have buyers for the other three.”
They
all liked that prospect. Not as much as
Synnamon adored the idea of the glorious, the legendary Justice Girl deprived
of her Powers and forced to serve a Thai drug lord as a sex slave. He even promised to make her work as a
Bangkok whore on occasion. How utterly
humiliating for Justice Girl!
Synnamon
knew Justice Girl well. They were
friends during training with the Sisterhood.
Good friends. Synnamon thought
they would become lovers, since they were so close and she seemed genuinely
interested. Plus, they were both slotted
to go to
“I’m
on board,” Amon said. “If
you can deliver. But first and foremost,
I want Aqua Girl as promised. Call it a
good faith gift.”
Synnamon
signaled to Lolita, who punched in a command on her laptop. A trap door opened above the table. Seconds later Aqua Girl was lowered into the
room. The room filled with evil
smiles. Aqua Girl whimpered as she
dangled helplessly just inches above the conference table.
“My
friend, as previously promised, she’s yours to do with as you see fit,”
Synnamon said. Lolita hit another
button, and Aqua Girl was release to thud onto the table before Amon. He quickly pulled her to him and fiercely,
triumphantly began kissing and molesting the hapless heroine. Synnamon smiled with intense pleasures to see
a revered Sister so thoroughly miserable, so utterly helpless, and completely
beyond salvation. Then she looked
around, observing the glassy eyed looks of perverted pleasure the others were
wearing. “And if the rest of you join
me, I promise to rid this city of her kind for once and for all, and keep it
that way.”
“Remember,
the best defense against a goody-two-shoe Super Heroine is a ruthless Super
Villainess,” Lolita said. “Synnamon is
the ultimate in Super Villainesses.”
They
all agreed to Synnamon’s plan. But it
took them well into the wee hours to hammer out the chain of command within
their newly forged criminal organization.
In the end, each of the crime lords and gang leaders became her
lieutenants, with their pecking order in accordance with their numbers and
power.
Justice Girl stood atop the tallest building in Ocean City,
one stiletto-heeled foot up on the foot high rail, and gazed out at the
blinking lights. It was past
midnight. Friday. She last spoke to Aqua Girl late Monday
afternoon.
“Get some sleep, Justice Girl,” Zephyr said. “You haven’t slept since Tuesday morning.”
“Neither have you,” she said.
Zephyr nodded wearily.
Her long brown hair was wind tousled and her sky blue eyes were rimmed
in red. She moved slow and deliberately,
in contrast to her usual perkiness. Even
her sky blue and white costume was dirty.
Justice Girl sighed wearily. Her heart was heavy and tears welled up in
her bloodshot blue eyes. This was Aqua
Girl’s forth night of captivity. It
wasn’t very likely she survived past the first.
Aqua Girl was lost to them.
“We’ll take it from here,” Sugar said.
Spice nodded.
Sugar and Spice helped by day, but this was the first night
they helped look for Aqua Girl. Which
meant they had night jobs in their secret-identity life. The Sisterhood stressed how important it was
to never disrupt their normal lives. Too
many disruptions and people would start putting it all together. Which made her wonder about Zephyr. When did her secret identity have to work?
“You’re right,” Justice Girl said. The weariness suddenly hit her now that she
admitted it was there. “I’ve been
ignoring my other life too long.”
Zephyr’s eyes widened a bit. Apparently she’d committed the same sin.
“Oh,” Zephyr said.
“I’ve got...family obligations this weekend. I totally forgot!”
“Don’t ignore them,” Justice Girl said. “You’ve got to maintain your secret identity,
at all costs. All of us do.”
“I know,” she said dejectedly. “I wish we didn’t have to do that. It’s all such a burden.”
“A necessary burden,” Spice said. “MAAD would have us all drugged senseless,
bound, gagged and impregnated in a heartbeat if they knew our true identities.”
Justice Girl’s thoughts and stomach soured at the
statement. The members of Men Against
Amazon Domination, what she and other Alpha Metas referred to as MAAD men,
watched them closely, looking and prying and forever vigilant in their efforts
to discover their secret identities.
Once an Alpha Meta was identified, they kidnapped, raped and impregnated
her to destroy her Super Powers.
Sometimes she was released, if she could not identify her captors, but
usually she just vanished. A few Sisters
had escaped, and told stories of secret brothels and chambers of horror.
“I’ll be back in the morning,” Justice Girl said. She was a writer, a novelist. There was no boss, no co-workers wondering
what happened to her. “It’s the weekend,
so I’ll be free. Zephyr can help when
she gets back.”
The others all nodded.
Zephyr turned inward in her misery.
Sugar and Spice turned speculative eyes on her. Justice Girl wondered what they were
thinking. Probably, like everyone else
in the world, they were trying to figure out who she might be out of her
costume. But knowing their tastes, they
could just as easily be undressing her in their minds.
“You know,” Justice Girl said, thinking. She recalled seeing something earlier. A MAAD bumper sticker outside a
warehouse. In fact, most of the bumpers
there were also adorned with MAAD propaganda.
It could be a MAAD hangout, or even a MAAD headquarters. Even if they had nothing to do with Aqua
Girl’s disappearance, it would be useful to know where they were. “I’m going to check out something first.”
“What?” Zephyr said.
“We’ll check it,” Sugar said. Her honey brown eyes narrowed. She swept white blonde hair from her face and
cut Spice an exasperated look. “You can
barely keep your eyes open.”
“I’m fine. But I saw
a bunch of cars with MAAD bumper stickers earlier today,” she said. “I was following another clue at the
time. That led to another and another
and so on, so I forgot to go back and check this one out.”
“Why do you think it could be a prospect?” Sugar said. “Ocean City is overrun with MAAD
members. They are everywhere, and
there’s no evidence they were involved with Aqua Girl’s disappearance.”
“The cars were all parked outside a warehouse,” she
said. “Aqua Girl was investigating an
incident at a warehouse last time I spoke with her. She was going home afterwards.”
“Go home, Justice Girl,” Sugar said. “Spice and I will take a look at the
warehouse. You just get some rest. OK?”
“I can go with you...”
“No!” they said in unison.
“Go home and get some rest.
You’re in a dangerous state now.
You might make a mistake and hurt an innocent citizen.”
That was a gut punch.
There was nothing worse than hurting an innocent citizen in Justice
Girl’s mind. She’d dedicated her life to
defending them.
“Fine,” she said.
She gave the location of the warehouse.
“Now be careful. Promise.”
“We’ll be careful,” Sugar said.
“Don’t worry about us, Justice Girl,” Spice said, annoyed. She started adjusting the twin straps that
ran from hips to neck, barely covering her nipples. It was a nervous habit, done when she became
agitated or uncomfortable. And she
always ended up exposing her nipples briefly.
Indeed, her tits became uncovered during almost every fight she
had. There were photos of her naked
breasts on the internet porn sites.
Those puppies were always popping out at inopportune times. “We’re not children anymore. We know what we’re doing.”
Justice Girl studied the beautiful Super Heroines. Spice was the touchy one. Sugar was much better at hiding her
agitation. Neither one liked taking
orders. She had called into question
their dedication many times. Without
Aqua Girl to mediate, Justice Girl wasn’t sure they’d be able to continue their
working relationship beyond this. The
Sisterhood might have to move them around, which wasn’t uncommon after a major
disaster like losing a Team Captain.
“Of course not. I
have nothing but confidence in you both,” Justice Girl said. “But after what happened to Aqua Girl, I’d
feel better if maybe we all checked out this warehouse together.”
“Of course you would,” Sugar said, exasperated. “But Spice and I will do it. Alone.
You and Zephyr have been up and going too long. You’re practically zombies! Go home and sleep.”
“And that’s an order!” Spice said.
None of them had the authority to give orders. Their only officer was Aqua Girl. The Sisterhood wanted them to be pretty much
independent operatives. They didn’t even
have a set place to meet, much less a headquarters and chain of command. But Justice Girl was second only to Aqua Girl
in tenure, so she was the logical successor, unless the Sisterhood sent a Team
Captain in to replace the lost Sister.
It irritated Justice Girl when Spice told her it was an
order. But Sugar and Spice were
right. Neither she nor Zephyr was fit to
fight if it came to that. They were both
practically in a daze.
“Ok, you win,” Justice Girl said weakly. She hung her head in exhaustion for a long
moment. “You two be careful. Be very, very careful. I don’t want to lose you as well.”
“Ah, forget about us,” Spice said. “We’re mighty amazon warriors! Don’t you read the tabloids?”
They all grinned.
The tabloids loved to generate stories about all the Sisters. Most stories were wild, wicked and completely
untrue. They’ve even erroneously named
women as Super Heroines, including some celebrities, that resulting in terrible
consequences to those so named. All
vanished within days of being named, while the Super Heroines named remained.
“So be it,” Justice Girl said. “Zephyr, you take care of your personal
life. Join up with us when you can. Bye, girls.”
With that, Justice Girl jumped over the side and called up
her lightning. With a crack of thunder,
she headed to her hidden motorcycle, high up the side of a mountain.
It was well past midnight as Sugar and Spice approached the
dark warehouse. The only light was an
exposed bulb above each of the doors.
The front entrance was a glass door, the rest roll up garage doors. It wasn’t very large by warehouse standards,
and even in the dim lighting the beige paint was obviously faded and peeling.
The parking lot was empty.
A soft, delicate hand took Sugar’s right hand and gave it
an affectionate squeeze. She smiled
warmly at the beautiful redhead flying beside her. Both wore their hair long and loose. No fancy hairstyles would hold up to the wind
when they flew.
Sugar pulled her close, and suddenly they were nose to nose,
breasts pressing into breasts, pink lips almost touching red lips. They begin to slowly spin as they looked
deeply into each other’s beautiful eyes.
Spice’s lips slightly parted and her eyelids closed.
Sugar kissed her.
Then they kissed more deeply as their momentum slowed to a halt, leaving
them one hundred feet above their destination and hovering. Two sets of glossy lips slid all over each
other as the two sexy Super Heroines kissed deeply and passionately. Soon their tongues were deep in each other's
mouth, teasing and toying.
Without thought, Sugar reached in and pulled Spice’s
costume open, exposing the most beautiful tits Sugar ever had the pleasure of
playing with. For her part, Spice
slipped her delicate, perfectly manicured hand under Sugar's bottoms, to find
her hot, moist pussy. Two strokes on
Sugar's clit, and the sexy blonde's legs spread wide and her knees bent until
her boots were almost pressed into her shapely ass. She sooo loved it when her girlfriend
masturbated her. Spice knew her body so
well.
"Oh my...oh...aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeee!" Sugar cried
out, her shapely body trembling as it is racked by that heady orgasm. "You are so good to me."
They sank into another long, passionate kiss as Spice
continued to masturbate Sugar, ripping another five orgasm from her gorgeous
body. Then, sweat soaked and panting,
Sugar broke free and dropped down between her lesbian lover's long, shapely
legs. She pulled the costume aside, and
buried her face in that sweet cunt.
Sugar licked her glistening pussy lips clean, then spread
her open with her thumbs. Spice gasped
when her tongue curled up into her hot slit, licking her from end to end. She found Spice's clit at the end of that
lick, already engorged and erect. She
wasted no time sucking that in, and flicking it with her talented tongue.
Spice's body jerked and she gasped, clutching at Sugar's
silky soft white blonde hair. They
unknowingly started tumbling in midair as Spice's legs began to jerk while
Sugar licked, sucked and nibbled on her hypersensitive clit.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Sweet Goddess of Lesbo!" Spice cried.
Sugar ate her out until she had two more climaxes, then
their tumbled into the top of a tree, alerting them to their lack of
vigilance. That broke up the love fest.
“I love you, Cindy,” Sugar said as she used her power to
move straight up, pulling Spice along with her.
“I love you, too, Britney.”
“This Aqua Girl thing has me scared,” Sugar said. She cupped Spice's firm, white globes and
squeezed. “I’m afraid I’ll lose
you. I have half a mind to take you far
away from here. We could just
vanish. No one needs to know what
happened to us.”
“I like it,” Spice said, eyes atwinkle. “But how would we live? I’m tired to death of stripping.”
“So am I,” Sugar said.
People spoke of the “glamour” of stripping. But strippers knew the truth. It was hard work. Especially hard on the emotions. On a daily basis, strippers witnessed the
ugliest side of men. “There’s got to be
a way we can support ourselves.”
“But neither one of us has any skills that’ll earn us
anywhere near what we make stripping,” Spice said. “It isn’t right the Sisterhood keeps us
poor. The Sisterhood should pay us for
risking our lives!”
It was an old argument.
Sugar agreed, but the Sisterhood had their reasons. It was for the safety of the Sisters. Money can be traced, and their secret
identities would be discovered. Also,
the Sisterhood wasn’t particularly wealthy.
It was heavily dependent on donations from supporters.
“I’ve been offered a chance to make some real money, on the
side,” Spice said.
“Hooking?” Sugar said, eyeing her narrowly. “Was it that pimp Mr. Minks?”
“Yeah.”
Mr. Minks was the top pimp in the city. Most of the high price call girls worked for
Mr. Minks. His brother was Donny
Johnson. His real name was Jerome
Johnson.
“No,” Sugar said. “I
told you. That’ll put you under their
thumb. They’ll destroy you.”
“It’s five thou a night, Britney!”
“And a stake through your heart,” Sugar said. “No. I
will not allow it. We don’t need money
that bad. Hell, we both make a thousand
a night as it is.”
A movement caught Sugar’s attention. Someone exited out of the front door. He carried a flashlight.
“Security guard,” Spice said. “I wonder where his car is?”
“Maybe he can’t afford one,” Sugar said. “And has to take the bus.”
“It could be inside the warehouse.”
“True, but unlikely.”
Spice’s right hand released Sugar’s rump, and slid over to
her twat. She slipped a finger under her
lacy white costume again, and rubbed her pussy with a mischievous grin on her
face.
“We’ll discus this later.
OK?” Spice said.
Sugar kissed her, gave her tits a squeeze, then pulled
Spice’s costume back into place.
“After work,” Sugar agreed.
“Now let’s go check out this warehouse.”
“Then we can make love in the clouds,” Spice said. “Aqua Girl is six feet under by now. Or her body is on display in some crime
lord’s trophy room. After this weekend,
I’m not going to look for her anymore.”
“I agree. I didn’t
like the holier-than-thou bitch anyway,” Sugar said.
“Right! She was
almost as bad as Justice Girl!”
“And how about that Zephyr?
Is she a carbon copy of Justice Girl or what?”
“Oh, I know. It’s
going to be totally devoid of fun around here for a while,” Spice said, then
grinned mischievously. “Unless we can
convince her to join in some of our Super Heroine Love Games in the clouds.”
The vision of Zephyr, stripped down to boots, gloves and
mask, flying about and frolicking in the clouds with them flashed before
Sugar’s mind’s-eye. She’d wanted to
taste Zephyr’s sweet red lips so bad.
And those young, firm breasts called to her in the basest way. How she’d love to make that beautiful amazon
squeal and writhe in exquisite ecstasy.
“Mmm, yummy,” Sugar said, eyes atwinkle. “She’s quite a tasty looking morsel, too.”
They laughed and pushed apart. Sugar led Spice down toward the
warehouse. There was just one door on
the flat roof. She landed next to it
softly, her stilettos grounding the rocky rooftop beneath her feet. Spice set down beside her and immediately
bent to the trapdoor.
“It’s locked. You
want me to do the honors?”
“I’ll do it,” Sugar said.
Sugar usually did the delicate work, while Spice handled
the heavy work. They were both
telekinetics, but Spice was much more powerful.
Sugar was more adept at the delicate work, like picking locks with her
telekinetic Powers.
Sugar took the trap door handle in hand and
concentrated. It was hard with the
locking mechanism hidden from view.
Manipulating something she could see was much easier. She quickly got the “feel” of the lock’s
innards. It was a common enough
lock. She could unlock the door easily,
and quickly proved it.
“There,” Sugar said.
She opened the door and peered down into the darkness. Continuing in a whisper, “I opened it, so I
get to go first. Step aside, girlie!”
There was a light switch just inside the door. She fought the urge to flip it. It might only light up the stairs, but it
might turn on roof lights, or all the interior lights. Too dangerous to chance. Besides, she figured the warehouse was a dead
end anyway. She was only checking it for
Justice Girl.
After only a few steps she was glad she didn’t flip the
switch. The stairs dropped down into
open air. It was not an enclosed
stairwell, but open to the entire warehouse.
And the warehouse wasn’t completely dark, either.
“Eeks! Spicy, look
at that,” Sugar said, pointing.
There was a dimly lit TV studio near the front, behind the
office area. It was mostly shut down,
but there were enough lights in and around it to see remote controlled cameras,
backdrops and control equipment and monitors.
“Recognize the rack and other sexual hardware?” Spice
said. “It’s from Aqua Girl’s torment.”
She was right. There
was the infamous rack that Aqua Girl was bound to while men and women raped her
in every imaginable way and position.
Sugar felt her heartbeat quicken and her breath grow shallow and
difficult. She wasn’t sure if it was
outrage, fear or lust. The memories of
what she saw them doing to Aqua Girl still made her twat wet and her body
tingle. God, how she longed to join
them.
“I think we have a clue,” Spice said.
“You have a knack for stating the obvious.”
They grinned at each other and continued down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, they separated as they
moved slowly toward the makeshift studio.
Sugar was careful to keep Spice within view to her right.
Using her Power, Sugar reached out to probe every nook and
corner on her side of the warehouse.
Spice was doing the same on her side.
Telekinetics were capable of identifying inanimate and living objects
even if they couldn’t see them. She
didn’t see or feel anyone else. The
security guard, though, would be coming around before too long, but she expected
to hear him entering the warehouse door in back. Even the mere tapping of their stilettos were
echoing through the nearly empty warehouse.
“Kinky,” Spice said as the stopped beside the rack that
previously held Aqua Girl. Spice stroked
the cold steel and got a hungry look behind her black mask. Then she cut a look at Sugar and winked. “I’d love to get you on this rack, Sugar
Lips.”
“Not as much as I’d love to be totally at your tender
mercy, Spicy.”
“It’s not going to be Spicy’s mercy you’ll find yourself
at, Sugar Lips,” a woman’s voice said from the darkness above.
Spotlights snapped on, aimed straight at them. Both women were instantly blinded after being
in almost total darkness. Sugar “felt”
the enemy dropping down all around them, heard the thud of their booted feet
hitting the concrete floor. They were
surrounded.
“They were hanging on ropes near the ceiling,” Spice said,
stating the obvious again. “They are
repelling all around us.”
“I count only ten,” Sugar said. All of her senses were heightened. Her Power was poised for use. “Stand back!
We’re Sugar and Spice! Declare
yourselves!”
“Tsk. Tsk. Super Heroines breaking and entering private
property,” a woman’s beautiful voice said.
It was the same voice that spoke earlier. “If you surrender, I promise to go easy on
you.”
Sugar shaded her eyes with one hand, unable to see little
save the silhouette of the woman speaking.
She was a woman easily as tall as Spice’s five foot ten inches.
“Who are you?” Spice said.
“Synnamon, Sisters.
Synnamon,” she said. “A former
Super Heroine who got tired of the thankless grind and changed sides. It’s much more fun and profitable being a
Super Villainess.”
“Oh!” Sugar said.
She recognized the name.
But Synnamon was thought to have been lost fighting crime. No one knew she had changed sides. The Sisterhood would need to know that. And fast.
“We’re –-”
“Sugar and Spice, and looking oh so nice in your skimpy
costumes and high heels,” Synnamon said, slowly walking towards them. As she drew near, Sugar could started to make
out her features and costume and colors.
“Somehow, I think you two will enjoy what is about to happen far more
than Aqua Girl. And she was delicious.”
“Oh!” Sugar and Spice said in unison.
Despite the dire situation, Sugar felt her loins tingle and
her nipples harden. She wasn’t sure
they’d escape this trap. Aqua Girl was
more powerful than the both of them. If
Aqua Girl fell to Synnamon and her goons, what chance did she and Spice have?
Sugar didn’t feel like waiting to find out. She reached out with her Power to the
equipment surrounding them. Each piece
was a potentially deadly missile.
Synnamon, being an Alpha Meta, wouldn’t go down easily, but her goons
shouldn’t be too hard to neutralize.
“Let’s take them out, Spice!”
Sugar picked a computer monitor and a goon to hurl it
at. Then exercising her Power she seized
it and ...
“Eeks!” Sugar said, shocked.
It was fastened down solidly. She reached for another piece. It too was fastened down.
“Everything is bolted down!” Spice said. “I can’t find anything loose to throw at
them!”
“Me either.”
Synnamon laughed. It
was a pleasant laugh.
“We’re well prepared for the likes of you, my hare-brained
heroines,” Synnamon said. She stopped
just three feet before them. Indicating
the rack, “Who wants to go first?
Volunteers?”
“The first gets everyone’s best shot, but saves her lover
and friend that same fate,” another feminine voice said. A beautiful brunette stepped up behind
Synnamon. “I’m hoping the redhead is
first. I love redheads.”
Sugar’s anger erupted.
She stepped in front of Spice and threw her Power through her right arm,
and thrust that arm at the offending female.
People can be lifted as easily as inanimate objects. And the woman screamed as her feet left the
floor and she was hurled backwards until she smashed loudly into the steel
walls of the warehouse.
“Lolita?” Synnamon called, clearly distressed. When there was no response, she turned angry
eyes on Sugar and Spice. “That wasn’t
very nice, girls.”
“What’re you going to do about it, Synnamon?” Spice
said. “We’re two against one.”
“How do you figure that?” Synnamon said.
Sugar and Spice shared an amused look, then let loose with
their Powers. Men suddenly found
themselves lifted up and up and up, until they smashed into the ceiling
above. Then they released them to fall
back to earth. Synnamon quickly, and
apparently easily, caught them and set them down gently. Most were unconscious; the few others were
too dazed to be of any help.
“Like she said, two to one,” Sugar said, grinning.
“Care to surrender?” Spice said.
“Why?” Synnamon said.
“You’re my prisoners.”
Sugar didn’t see it coming.
The ropes the men used to repel down suddenly came to life. They whipped at them like bullwhips. The pain was the most intense she’d ever
felt. No mortal hand could wield whips
like that. It took an Alpha Meta of
extraordinary strength and skill.
A rope whipped across Sugar's eyes. Her mask protected the delicate eyeballs, but
it didn’t fare so well. Either by
skillful intent, or lucky break, the rope struck just right. It pressed in both required buttons, on
either side of her face, that powered off the mask.
Sugar’s mask fell at her feet.
“Unmasked!” Synnamon cried, and laughed. “My, aren’t you a beauty.”
Sugar instinctually bent and reached for her mask. It suddenly flew straight to Synnamon’s
outstretched hand.
“Give it back!”
Synnamon just grinned.
Too late Sugar realized Synnamon was concentrating on doing her
mischief. Two ropes whipped around her
wrists and lifted her high in the air so fast the blood rushed from her brain
and her vision blacked out.
“Sugar!” Spice cried.
Another rope seized Sugar’s long, white-blonde mane and
pulled her head painfully back. Again,
ropes began whipping her into submission.
The pain was incredible. She’d
never known it could be so horrific.
“Spicy!” she cried, feeling her strength starting to
fade. “Help me.”
Unexpectedly, all ropes released her and an extraordinary
force seized her, and yanked her down.
Sugar screamed as she streaked toward the floor, her mind too jumbled to
focus on her own Power.
Sugar hit the floor with a thud. Blackness threatened her consciousness. Weakly, she propped herself up on one elbow
and looked at Synnamon. The Super
Villainess smiled victoriously at her and looked up. Sugar followed her line of sight and found
her lover fighting for her life.
Spice was fighting valiantly. She managed to keep all the ropes at bay, but
barely. Sooner or later, though,
Synnamon and Spice would tire. The first
to tire lost.
Suddenly, she heard Synnamon start to walk toward her. Her body was lifted up about ten feet, then
slammed back on the unyielding concrete floor.
Again, she propped herself up on one elbow. Synnamon arrived and kicked her in the face.
Sugar fell back, sprawled at Synnamon’s feet and barely
conscious. The tall Latina Super
Villainess placed a stiletto-heeled foot between Sugar’s breasts and called up
to Spice.
“Spice. Your comrade
and lover is about to die if you don’t surrender!”
Sugar wanted to cry out to Spice. She wanted desperately to tell her to save
herself. But she was slowly falling into
blackness. Helpless. Lost.
The last thing she saw was Spice bowing her head in defeat
and being seized by the whipping ropes.
The phone rang. It
wouldn’t stop ringing. The answering
machine wasn’t picking up. After twelve
rings, Nicole threw the pillow across the room and snatched up the receiver.
“What!” she snapped, blue eyes blazing.
“Nicole?” the voice said.
“Suzan?” Nicole said, forcing herself to calm down. “What do you want at this hour?”
“It’s noon.”
“On the East Coast!” Nicole said, then reined in her
anger. Suzan wasn’t at fault. “I’m sorry.
I was asleep.”
“I’m sorry,” Suzan said.
“I’ve been calling and calling for the past few days, but no
answer. I was beginning to get worried.”
Nicole laughed. A
little hysteria crept in.
“You have good cause to be worried about me,” she finally
said. “You’ve heard about Aqua Girl?”
“Yes,” she said sadly.
“It’s terrible.”
“I know. I knew
her. She was a friend,” Nicole said,
feeling the tears welling up. “I’m a
staunch supporter of the Sisterhood. I
know them all very well.”
“Are you all right?”
“No. I’ve been so
depressed. I heard the phone
ringing. I didn’t care,” she said. She hated to lie, but being a Super Heroine
necessitated it sometimes. “I’m sorry if
I worried you.”
She
glanced at the window. It was
bright. Another day. Time to go looking for Aqua Girl again,
though she was still bone tired.
“I
know how much you love the Sisterhood and everything they stand for, that’s why
I was so concerned,” Suzan said.
Nicole
smiled. It felt good.
“Really? You mean it has nothing to do with the fact my
next novel is already one month overdue?”
Suzan
Vandergriff didn’t get to be a Senior Editor at one of the largest publishing
houses by being overly emotional and sentimental. She was hard as nails and demanding of
everyone around her.
“Well...”
“I
knew it!” Nicole said, and laughed.
“You’ll be cajoling writers on Judgment Day!”
“Not
at all. I was just worried, Nicole,” she
said, a hint of humor in her voice. “But
now that you brought up the subject, when might we see a first draft?”
Nicole
sobered. She didn’t have time for
that. Aqua Girl might still be
alive. Justice Girl’s duties and
responsibilities had priority over anything Nicole had scheduled.
“Seriously,
I don’t know. I can’t write right
now. You can understand that, can’t
you?”
“Yes,”
she said grudgingly. “But life goes on
for the rest of us. I don’t want to
sound callus, but Aqua Girl wouldn’t want us to stop living our lives.”
“I
know. I agree. But it’ll take time, Suzan. Please, give me some time,” Nicole said,
almost beseechingly.
The
call ended soon afterwards. She’d have
time now to look for her lost comrade.
First, though, she had to make herself presentable to the public. If she looked strained and miserable, that
would be translated to the public and they would feel the same way.
Turning
on the TV, she paused to ensure no word of Aqua Girl was available on the local
morning news. Channel 6 was the most
reliable newsroom. They reported the
news fairly, without all the sensationalism the other stations seemed to enjoy
delivering.
The
weather girl was on, Barbi Bangs. Nicole
grimaced. She met Barbi once, at a
fundraiser. She was sweet as can be. A total airhead bimbo of the first order,
though. Drop dead gorgeous, and paid
accordingly, but she was still just a weather bunny. Of course, Nicole reluctantly admitted the
forecast was as accurate as the other stations, since they all had staff
meteorologists.
After
ten minutes and no reports on Aqua Girl or any of the other Sisters, Nicole
started getting ready for another day as Justice Girl. Hair, face, lips and body all had to be
perfect for the general public. They
didn’t like ugly Super Heroines, as much as that irked Justice Girl and the
other Sisters. They all had to be “comic
book” perfect.