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LADY GRACE: FOR LOVE AND MONEY

By Dark One

Lady Grace pursed her ruby lips and stared down the dark street. A purple limo was pulled up mid-block, with a group of eight young women gathered around the open back door. The women were scantily clad in the finest in "hooker attire" and seemed enthralled by the person in the limo. But Lady Grace knew it wasn't a potential "john," but their pimp.

"Sugar Daddy," she snarled.

He was new to Ocean City. She understood the Sisterhood ran him and most of his girls out of Los Angeles a month back. He was originally from Ocean City, so came home and opened up for business.

Lady Grace wasn't a member of the Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines, like most Super Heroines, or even a member of the newest super-powered sorority, Fierce Angels. Her only comrade was her twin sister, Night Angel. They didn't care for the "politics" that both sisterhoods encompassed.

Lady Grace was what was commonly called a Rogue Amazon.

After just a year of solo vigilantism, she and her twin were getting quite a nice reputation. Of course, she didn't get involved with the "Big Busts" that the sisterhoods did, and the media loved so much, but she and Night Angel were quietly cleaning up the port city. Mostly, they patrolled the red light districts. Lady Grace's older sister was forced into prostitution by a pimp. She hated pimps above all else.

"My sacred mission," she muttered. "For Roselyn."

It was her "mission" to clean up the city streets. A pimp brutalized and forced her beloved sister Roselyn into prostitution. A pimp forced Roselyn to do unnatural acts, with strange men. And a pimp sold Roselyn into white slavery when she became more trouble than was worth his time. She hadn't seen her sister since. The police said Roselyn was taken to the Far East, most likely Thailand, and sold to a brothel. Lady Grace, and her twin sister Night Angel, were bent on saving all the hookers of the city, for they knew in their hearts that the hookers would give up that vilest of trades and return to God and Family if protected from their pimps and madams.

Beautiful dark brown eyes narrowed as she watched the fawning hookers. He didn't deserve such adoration. He was using and abusing them. He was exploiting them in the worse way imaginable. She was going to stop him tonight. For good.

Pulling herself up to her full 5'8", Lady Grace smoothed her tight white costume. She wore a rather tame costume by Super Heroine standards - White leather bustier that laced up the front, tight white leather pants stuffed into white knee boots with lacing up the side and five inch stilettos. Over that, she wore a white leather bolero jacket. Even her mask was pure white. Her only decoration was a silver cross hanging from a white leather choker.

The gorgeous Latina's long, straight black hair was parted down the middle and shimmered silkily down her back. Her hands were ungloved, revealing long red nails.

But her most outstanding feature, shared by her lost sister and Night Angel, was a set of 40DD tits. They were spectacular. No man she'd ever met, as Darby Diego or Lady Grace, had been able to ignore her titanic tits and cleavage. All too frequently the sight of them left men speechless and drooling.

Lady Grace was an Alpha Meta, an amazon as most people called them, with all the strength and Power that entailed. Her special Power was over water. She could suck water out of a desert sky, form it into a spear or other projectile, or create shields and other defensive tools. She could also propel it through the air at amazing speeds, and even ride disks or "surf boards" of water through the sky. Ocean City was a port city, so she had plenty of water available to command.

"Time to put Sugar Daddy down," she muttered, dark eyes flashing.

She summoned a two-foot diameter disk of water, only an inch thick, under her feet. It lifted her up, and she sent it streaking at the limo and whores. The hookers spotted her seconds before she arrived, and scattered amid screams of terror. Lady Grace smiled to see what she wrought among those sinners. But then Sugar Daddy's limo started up and took off.

"I don't think so," she said.

Lady Grace quickly overtook the purple limo. She summoned a javelin of hardened water in her right hand, and threw it with all of her super human strength. Amazons were known to be ten times the strength of an average man. The water spear shattered the moon roof and she reformed it into a kind of jaws of life. Within seconds the moon roof was ripped open even wider to reveal the purple velvet clad pimp inside.

"We need to talk, Sugar Daddy," the lovely Latina Super Heroine said.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a pistol. She immediately formed a water shield before her, and the bullets ricocheted off. It was a .38 Special, so he quickly expended his ammunition.

"Tsk-tsk," Lady Grace said, shaking her head woefully. "Sins piled upon sins, Sugar Daddy. The Lord is not pleased. And neither am I."

Water appeared out of thin air to wrap around Sugar Daddy's arms, legs and torso. Within seconds he was lifted screaming out of the damaged limo and the pair of them suddenly stopped in mid air as the unsuspecting limo driver sped away. Sugar Daddy cursed venomously at his idiot driver and lackey.

"Tsk-tsk, such foul language," she chided with a wicked smirk. "Perhaps I will have to wash your mouth out with soap, too."

"I'll get you for this, bitch!" Sugar Daddy shouted, shaking his fist at her as she held him at her mercy.

If she wasn't an amazon, blessed with amazing strength and Powers, then she would've been terrible frightened. Sugar Daddy was a six foot three African American, with thick muscles and a flamboyant fashion sense. She knew he came up through the ranks of Ocean City and LA pimpdom, starting as an enforcer and working his way up to pimp.

"Save your breath for the judge, pimp-cito," she said.

"Release me, or else!"

Lady Grace smiled wickedly. Sugar Daddy instantly realized his mistake. They were floating twenty feet above the pavement. His dark eyes widened as her smile spread.

"As you wish."

Sugar Daddy dropped fast. He hit with a pained grunt and lay sprawled for a long moment. Lady Grace had to lift him back up when a "john" cruising the street approached. Though, for a second she thought it would be divine justice if a john ran him over. But she wasn't able to kill a man, not even a pimp. So she formed a water board under his prone form and carried him to the sidewalk.

Lady Grace landed next to Sugar Daddy with a click of stilettos on concrete.

"I cooperated with you, so I except you to cooperate with me, Pimp-cito," she said pleasantly. "You look good all battered and rumpled. Defeat becomes my little Pimp-cito."

"Fuck you, bitch."

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot that I must wash your filthy mouth out with soap."

"I'm going to have you arrested," Sugar Daddy said, standing slowly.

Lady Grace frowned. He was much taller, and she hated having to look up at her adversaries. It also gave evil men the feeling of physical superiority that led to more violence. Somehow men just couldn't get it through their thick skulls that size didn't mean a lot when dealing with an amazon. Men were, one and all, idiots.

"Ah, Pimp-cito is a comedian," she said.

Sugar Daddy snarled and stepped toward her. He took a swing at her that she blocked easily with her left hand. Then she raised up her right leg, knee to oversized chest, and kicked straight out at Sugar Daddy's thick chest. He flew through the air a good twenty feet, landing in a pile of trash just inside a nearby alley.

The battered pimp decided survival was the name of the game and scrambled to his feet. Lady Grace was marching purposefully toward him, too close to the alley entrance for him to escape, so he turned and vanished into the dark alley. Lady Grace shook her pretty head woefully and followed more casually. She knew the red light districts like the back of her hand after a year of patrolling them on the ground and above. That was a dead end alley. He was trapped.

"Pimp-cito, please do not run from Momma-cita," she called playfully. "Cause if you cause little ole me much more trouble I will have to open up a can of mucho whoop-ass on you."

Suddenly she heard furious cursing. She smiled, knowing he had found the dead end and knew his predicament was dire. Her night vision wasn't any better than Sugar Daddy's, but she saw him looking for a way out before he spotted her.

"How pathetic," Lady Grace said. "You are such a coward. You beat women on a daily basis for nothing more than it amuses you, and it keeps them afraid and in line. But when the tables turn, you run like a school boy from bullies."

"I'll show you running, bitch," he said, and charged Lady Grace.

She smiled in the night-shrouded alley. He needed a big dose of his own medicine. So she planned to toss him around a while, then "convince" him to give up the pimp business. Because, technically, he hadn't broken any laws that the DA could get a conviction on, but she was sure she could use her powers to change his evil ways.

Lady Grace ducked under his powerful right cross, then blocked the follow-up left jab. She struck him in the ribs. He grunted and fell back, but managed to backhand her while doing so. She was terribly strong, but still when a two hundred and sixty-pound man struck her in the face she felt it. The backhand sent her staggering back, bouncing off the brick wall of the building behind her.

"Uhhhph," she grunted as her head bounced off the bricks.

Light and darkness warred behind her lovely dark eyes. She shook her head, trying desperately to clear the fog. Lady Grace dropped on one knee, to steady herself during her recovery. Alpha Metas were superior women, able to heal at a rate ten times normal. She was confident she would be ready when Sugar Daddy attacked again.

"Looks like the sexy nurse likes dishing out the medicine more than receiving it," Sugar Daddy said with evil glee.

Lady Grace licked dry red lips and gazed darkly at the vile pimp. He was leering at her. Then he started her way. She rose confidently to her stiletto heeled feet and took a fighting stance. Sugar Daddy eyed her warily, his pace slowing. Then he brightened up and reached into the shadows, pulling out a three-foot length of steel pipe.

"Ah, an equalizer!"

"Ha! You'll never be my equal, Pimp-cito," Lady Grace sneered. "I am Alpha Meta! And I do the Lord's dirty work. Good will always triumph over evil, and you're as evil as they come."

"I heard you were a holier-than-thou twit, but now I see just how stuck up on yourself you really are," Sugar Daddy said. He smacked the steel pipe in his large left hand. "Time to de-frock this little angel of smug virtue and haughty superiority."

He swung at Lady Grace's head. She sidestepped and caught the descending steel pipe in both hands. He was jolted by the sudden stop of the powerful blow, even as Lady Grace gasped and shuddered from the pain of catching it. She silently vowed never to do that again!

Recovering first, Sugar Daddy tried to wrap an arm around her throat and get her in a head lock. Lady Grace barely escaped the chokehold by dropping fast and slipping through his arm. But she didn't escape unscathed. Indeed, the worse possible "injury" was inflicted, for a Super Heroine at least.

"What?" Sugar Daddy said, holding up the pure white mask. It was lined on one side with double-sided tape. He found it stuck to his side after Lady Grace slipped through his grasp. He suddenly turned triumphant eyes on the stunned Super Heroine. "Your mask!"

Lady Grace was speechless. She could barely breathe and her blood pounded so hard in her ears she barely heard his cry of joy. So stunned, in fact, she staggered back and fell to her shapely rump. Sugar Daddy was looking her in the face intently, memorizing every feature and curve.

Thank God she wasn't famous!

"Who are you? What is your real name?"

"None of your business, Pimp-cito!" she snarled, now outraged at being so humiliated.

With a cry of rage, Lady Grace jumped to her feet and charged the pimp. Sugar Daddy grinned smugly, the steel pipe hidden behind his back. He held his ground, knowing he only had one shot.

"No!" Sugar Daddy cried, swinging the steel pipe at her head.

THUMP!

"Aaaiiieee!" she cried, staggering to one side, a delicate hand covering the spot on the side of her head where he struck. "Oouuuu."

Sugar Daddy moved fast. She staggered, left then right, and finally fell to one knee. He rushed up behind the injured rogue vigilante and smacked her in the back of the head with the pipe again. Lady Grace grunted in pain and fell face first to the concrete. She didn't move.

"Dammit! I did it. I defeated a Super Heroine single-handedly," he said, amazed. "Maybe I should've stayed and duked it out with those uppity super bitches in LA."

"Sugar Daddy! You down there?" a familiar voice called from the other end of the alley.

"Yeah, I'm down here. Come help me!"

A moment later Leon and Jamal showed up. They were a couple of his soldiers. Leon drove his limo, and Jamal acted as a combination bodyguard and assistant pimp.

"What happened?" Leon said, looking at the sprawled Super Heroine with wide eyes.

"I defeated her in a fight," Sugar Daddy said proudly. "Knocked the bitch senseless with this."

He held up the steel pipe. The other two laughed and congratulated him.

"Whatcha going to do with her now?" Jamal said, lust in his dark eyes.

Sugar Daddy hadn't thought that far. He was still amazed he won. There were people and organizations that paid good money for captured Super Heroines. Super Heroines had lots of really nasty enemies.

"Tie her wrists behind her back," he said.

Jamal produced a pair of handcuff and snapped them on Lady Grace's slender wrists just as she began to moan and groan. She was pulled to her knees before Sugar Daddy, who squatted and cupped her 40DD breasts with a hungry look in his eyes. The leather bustier's lacing was bow-tied between her amble tits, allowing him to simply pull the knot undone and pull the lacing out. Within a minute he had the white leather bustier off and her amazing tits lay exposed to his tender mercy.

"Holy Shit, she's got Justice Girl tits," Jamal said, awestruck.

"Fuck that, I seen Justice Girl's tits. Hell, I titty fucked that bitch, too. This bitch got much bigger tits than Justice Girl," Leon said.

Sugar Daddy nodded. He knew Leon was once a part of a defunct street gang that helped captured Justice Girl and Zephyr for SuperHeroinesExposed.com. He got to do a lot more than just titty-fuck those two quite fuckable Super Heroines before they escaped. And the escaping part was the part he worried about. He didn't need an enraged and humiliated Super Heroine loose and gunning for him. She would have to be put out of commission permanently.

The thought of selling her fine ass to SuperHeroinesExposed.com sounded very good and profitable to him. Of course, he would rather pimp her sexy body on the street. He knew of several pimps and madams that captured Super Heroines. Almost to a person, the amazons escaped after a few days, weeks or months. And went right back to their vigilante work.

That wouldn't happen with the Holier-than-thou Lady Grace.

"Oooo, my head," Lady Grace groaned miserably. "What happened? Where am I?"

She opened her beautiful eyes and looked Sugar Daddy over closely. There was no fear to be seen. That fact started to anger him. She should be afraid. Very afraid. Then she stunned him with her next words.

"Who are you?"

"What? You don't remember me?" he said. "Do you know who you are?"

She seemed surprised by the question. But she didn't answer right away. Indeed, she seemed to give it considerable thought. Then she realized she was being held in place.

"What are you doing? Let me go," she demanded. "Why am I handcuffed?"

"Tell me your name," he demanded back.

Fear crept into her eyes. She swallowed hard and looked around nervously. Then she dropped her eyes bashfully.

"I don't know," she whispered. "I can't remember anything." She looked around. "Where am I? Why are you holding me like this? You're hurting me."

Sugar Daddy was elated. What a stroke of luck. What a coup! The other pimps in Ocean City would be so jealous of him when he put Lady Grace to work whoring. She was easily twice as beautiful as his best girl. Hell, she was beyond callgirl beautiful. He would make a fortune selling her shapely ass on the streets.

"Your name is Grace," Sugar Daddy said. "You're one of my girls. We found you laying back here alone and were trying to revive you."

He waved Jamal and Leon off her. She almost tumbled when they let go, but she caught herself.

"One of your girls? What does that mean?"

She looked him over, then blanched.

"You're a pimp!"

"That's right, honey."

"But that would mean I'm a...," she gasped. Lady Grace looked down at her exposed tits and then at what she was wearing. "Christ, I am a whore!"

"We prefer working girl, Grace," Sugar Daddy said and stood. He lifted her to her feet. She wobbled atop the five-inch stilettos a long moment, but got her balance. After getting the handcuff key, he released her wrists. "You're my favorite girl, too."

"I don't remember," she whispered, looking him, then herself, over again. She tried to pull the edges of the white bolero jacket over her tits, but failed miserably. "I don't remember anything."

"Hmmm, you appear to have taken a blow to the head," he said, rubbing his chin like he was thinking hard. She touched first one, then the other lump on her head. "Two blows? Ouch, I'm sorry about that. Jamal was off helping another girl when you got snatched by that Super Heroine and beaten up."

Her eyes went wide.

"A Super Heroine beat me up? Why?"

"They hate working girls with a passion. It's a big problem," he said. "But we took care of her. She won't be bothering you anymore."

Lady Grace looked impressed, and grateful. She clearly was afraid of Super Heroines now. So he pulled her close and started stroking her silky black hair. She sighed and leaned into him.

"So you can't even remember me, heh?"

"No. I'm sorry," she said, sighing sadly. "I'm trying."

"I have an idea. Your favorite thing in the whole world is blowing my cock," he said. She looked at him wide-eyed. "Really. Right boys?" They nodded enthusiastically. She gave them all a narrow, wary look. "Hey, why not suck me off and see if it brings back the memories. I'll bet it does."

"I don't know," she said slowly.

"Come on," he insisted, gently applying downward pressure on her shoulders. "I bet it brings back your memory. Don't you want that?"

"Well, yes....Okay," she said and dropped to her knees.

Once on her knees, she noticed the discarded leather bustier. She gazed at it a long moment. Sugar Daddy started to get worried, then she glanced down at her naked tits.

"Big 'uns, aren't they," she said. She cupped her own tits and kneaded them a moment. Her nipples started to grow larger, more erect. "And they're real, too."

"Best tits I ever saw, played with, or titty fucked," he lied.

She took that without expression, then turned to regard his crouch. After swallowing hard, she reached out with trembling hands and unzipped the notorious pimp. A second later she pulled out his semi-erect penis. It was huge. He tamed more than a few girls with that dick. Sugar Daddy was sure Lady Grace would be its latest conquest.

Lady Grace took the massive tool in both delicate hands and squeezed gently. She could've hurt him badly with her super human strength, but she was remarkable gentle. He hardened a bit more. Then she started stroking it with her hands. After a moment it was rock hard.

The sexy Super Heroine didn't waste time. Her ruby lips parted and she took the head of his long, thick black dick in her hot mouth. Sugar Daddy groaned as she twirled her tongue around his dickhead. She gave him some really hot head for a long moment, then sucked him in deeper. She quickly took half his ten inches in, paused to suck a moment, and then began bobbing her head on his thick shaft. Each stroke took him deeper and deeper in her mouth, until she couldn't take any more.

Sugar Daddy was renown among his girls for his ability to control his hard-on. He could fuck all night, and keep from ejaculating until he was ready. But having his member in the mouth of a sexy Super Heroine was too much. It took all of his strength and will power to keep his seed inside. She quickly stopped being mechanical, and started to really get into the blowjob. Soon she was breathing heavily through her nose as she kissed, licked and sucked his long shaft and massive balls. She proved especially adept at playing with and sucking his balls.

Lady Grace was sucking Sugar Daddy's left nut when he felt the tingle move past anything he could control. He was firmly in that wonderful rush to climax.

"I'm cumming!"

Lady Grace quickly sucked his dick into her mouth. A second later a hot gush of jizm shot into her mouth, ballooning her cheeks. He chuckled with relief and erotic joy as Lady Grace swallowed his creamy cum without bidding, just like the whore she was.

"Damn, she's one wanton whore," Jamal said, amazed and highly aroused.

"Convinced?" Sugar Daddy asked as she licked him immaculately clean

"I'm convinced. That felt so right, so natural. God, how could I have forgotten my love of sex and cum?" she said, grinning wolfishly.

"Good, then you won't mind taking care of my soldiers," he said, indicating Jamal and Leon.

"My pleasure," she cooed in delight, dark brown eyes a-twinkle.

"Both at the same time," Sugar Daddy said in a more commanding tone. "We're running late. You need to get to work."

"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "I see. No problemo, lover."

Lady Grace unfastened her tight leather pants and pushed them down to her knees. Then she thrust her shapely ass out and winked at Leon. The limo driver quickly dropped his pants and knelt behind her. He found her already moist and ready as she guided his nine-inch cock to her pussy. Then she dropped to all fours and started grunting as he began ramming it home.

She was wet, but still very tight. Lady Grace didn't recall, but it had been six months since the last time she had sex. Between being a cheerleader for the local professional football team and running a dance studio with her twin sister, not to mention being a Super Heroine late at night, Darby Diego didn't have much time for men.

"OOOhhhh, God, Leon. Ohh, yesss, yesssss," she called, starting to buck and gyrate her well-rounded hips. Leon had the full length of his considerable cock inside her now, pistoning it in and out with wild abandon. "You're the man, baby-cita! You're the man!"

At that point Jamal couldn't wait any longer. He stepped in front of her and unzipped. She ignored him, too caught up on what Leon was doing to her pussy. So he grabbed her long, silky hair and pulled her face into his crotch. Lady Grace didn't complain or hesitate. Lust filled her eyes. A lustful hunger, really. She gobbled his large cock up, sucking on it like there was no tomorrow.

Sugar Daddy grinned victoriously as she fucked and sucked off his friends. Lady Grace totally accepted that she was his woman, his whore to exploit and whore off. She would work her fine body hard for him, fucking him a fortune.

"You're back, Grace," he lied to her. "You'll do anything for love and money."

"Love and money," she gasped as she licked Jamal's sweaty balls. "Yes. Anything."

She was going to look good on the street corner. Oh yes. Sugar Daddy knew life was good. Very good to the victorious.

THE END