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SOLAR WOMAN: PORKY'S PLAYPEN

By Dark One

"What do you mean there is no evidence?" Mayor Armstrong demanded, emerald green eyes blazing at the Police Chief. She was standing behind her desk, leaning over at him and hands propping her up. Her long black hair swung low, hiding the Chief's view of her deep cleavage. He was looking. She could tell. And it irked her to no end he STILL looked down upon her as a "mere woman." Since her election, the police had become slowly less and less effective, and she was taking the blame. Right or wrong, the voting public blamed her, especially since she won the last election on a law and order platform. And she was up for reelection now. "Porky's Playpen is the largest brothel in the state! Everyone knows it."

Her opponent in the Mayoral Election was beating her to a pulp with Porky's Playpen. She was humiliated, since Porky opened his strip club/brothel right under her nose, with all the proper licenses and everything. She was tricked and hoodwinked, and he was reported to be laughing at her, too. Win or lose the election, she would rid Star City of that cesspit of debauchery once and for all.

"What 'everyone' knows or doesn't know is of no consequence, Madam Mayor," the Chief said. Was he smirking? "The District Attorney only cares about evidence. Sound, solid evidence. I'm afraid Porky will have to be caught red-handed, and we've been unable to catch him so far."

Truth was, the police had failed to even TRY and catch him at anything illegal. Oh, they went through the motions. But it was a ruse. They weren't trying to catch him.

The Police Chief had worked his way up through the ranks. He'd held the position for ten years. He was six feet tall, stocky and graying at sixty-two. Jessica thought he should've retired years ago.

"Then catch him, Chief," she said, standing straight and smoothing down her grey wool skirt and white silk blouse with perfectly manicured hands. Jessica Armstrong was tall and beautiful, with an impressive body. The Chief starred at her titanic tits a long moment, looking very hungry, then dropped his gaze to her well rounded hips and crotch. "If you can't catch him within the next week, I will seriously have to consider REPLACING you."

"You don't have the political clout."

"Want to bet?"

The Police Chief stood up and leveled cold grey eyes on her. They glared at each other a long moment, and he was the first to flinch. Jessica stared him down, again, and sent him away. But she knew he'd just go through the paces again. All he had to do was stall another month, and her administration would be ousted.

"MEN!" she screamed. The only man she found more frustration and infuriating than the Police Chief was Porky. Paul "Porky" Porcus was a six foot five, four hundred pound redneck with a penchant for strippers and hookers, and spiting her in public. Not only was he running a brothel in his strip club, but she suspected there was gambling going on in the back rooms, too. She suspected the police were protecting Porky. The MEN of the police department, or rather, the Good Ole Boys, were giving him advanced warning of police raids. "If the police are unwilling, or unable, to take care of this problem, then Solar Woman will!"

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Midnight. Edge of Star City.

Solar Woman slipped quietly through the night shadows. There was no moon that night, so she only had to avoid the few working street lights and the well lighted parking lot in front of Porky's Playpen. Her costume, all silver and blue, hugged her spectacular body like a second skin. Top to bottom, the super sexy super heroine wore a blue mask, a silver necklace with a Christian cross hanging above her deep cleavage, silver bustier with the Dusk to Dawn symbol on her left boob and on her flat belly, blue spandex pants stuffed into silvery knee boots. The vigilante vixen wore a utility "belt" around her right thigh, and silver gloves to match her boots.

Porky's Playpen was at the northern edge of town. It was really more forest than city, but the city was quickly growing towards the Gentlemen's Club. Mostly, it was the wealthiest, most vocal residents moving north. And they did not like Porky's Playpen, and let the mayor know it over and over. So the club was surrounded by forest, making it easier for the statuesque super heroine to circle around to the back unseen.

"I can't believe it," she said, scowling at the parking lot. It was full. Overfull, really. Countless cars were parking on the side of the road. The music coming out was loud and rowdy. She could hear men laughing and cheering. "So many men there, most probably cheating on their loyal, loving wives. Bastards."

The building itself was a converted red barn. At least the main club was an old barn. It was huge, too. Porky added three wings, both sides and back. The back was the kitchens, dressing rooms and business offices of the club. The other two wings were just rooms. Why would a strip club need over fifty rooms? Only one reason Solar Woman could think of.

In the parking lot, she spotted three couples going at each other like horny minx. In the dark, she couldn't tell if the women were strippers or patrons who got drunk enough to lose any inhibitions they might possess. Even if they were strippers, she didn’t witness any cash trade hands, so couldn't prove their fucking was an illegal act. She ignored them.

Solar Woman quickly spotted an open door on the left wing or rooms. Two strippers were standing beside the propped open door, smoking. Both were bleach blondes with big silicone tits. One wore a lacy pink teddy and matching stiletto pumps, while the other wore black leather bikini and matching thigh boots. The sly super heroine eased up close, and waited. She didn't have to wait long. The strippers dropped their cigarettes, rubbed them out with their shoes, and kicked the piece of wood holding the door open away. Then they headed for the main room with a thought for the door.

The vigilant vigilante rushed forward, and caught the door just before it latched closed. She slipped in and dropped to one knee. The strippers never looked back.

Each wing of rooms was two stories, with ten rooms on the ground floor, and fifteen on the second floor. The bottom floor held the Men's Room and Women's Room, plus there was a separate dressing room on both second floors. The stairs to the second floors were accessed from the main room only.

Solar Woman checked each room, and found three couples getting it on. Once again, she had no way of proving the men paid the woman for sex, since they usually paid first then had sex. She literally had to catch them in the act. So she watched the club from the door, until she spotted a stripper finish up a lap dance, and take her customer by the hand. He was grinning wide. She led him by the hand towards Solar Woman, who hurried into a linen closet next to the door.

When the couple passed, Solar Woman cracked the door open enough to see which room they entered. Then she rushed over to that room and eased open the door. She watched and listened carefully, with bated breath.

"Okay, Hon, I'll need that fifty bucks first," the pretty red head said with a sassy voice. All she was wearing was a white thong and white stiletto pumps. "Then I can take real good care of you, Billy Bob."

"Whooo Wee, Belle, you the best, baby," Billy Bob said, pulling out his wallet. "I'm going to want the usual. Blow job, titty fuck and then regular fuck. That okay?"

"Sure thing, Hon, but that'll be an extra twenty-five," Belle said.

"I know," he said, and handed her seventy-five dollars.

That was enough, but Solar Woman waited. She wanted them to actually start having intercourse before she busted them. That way that skanky hooker couldn't wiggle out of the charges by saying she never actually performed a sex act. Just taking the money would rate a fine, in Star City's corrupt judicial system, but it MIGHT be enough to close Porky's. But if she caught them paying for, and consummating an illegal act of prostitution, then the hooker would get at least thirty days in county and Porky's Playpen would be put out of business.

The super sexy vigilante watched breathlessly as Billy Bob spent extra time fondling Belle's enhanced tits, then they finally moved to the bed. Solar Woman watched Belle give him intense head, alternating between sucking his dick and giving him a good titty fucking. Finally, when Billy Bob said he couldn't take it any more, Belle climbed up and impaled herself on his stiff cock.

"Gotcha!" Solar Woman cried, rushing into the small room. She snatched Belle up by her red hair, and jerked her off Billy Bob's cock.

Solar Woman dragged Belle out of the room, kicking and scratching and screaming. A second later, she got fed up with the fighting stripper and stopped to handcuff her. Then she dragged Belle out into the main club. The music stopped seconds later.

"Everyone! Time to go home!" Solar Woman yelled. "I'm closing this illegal place down for prostitution. Everyone out!"

"Hey, now, little lady, what are you yammering about?" Porky called, waddling towards her. He was wearing his usual white western style suit, with a big white Stetson and cowboy boots. "Holy….well, now, ain't you a comely wench, Solar Woman. You ever consider stripping? Big money for a girl with your...um…assets."

"Oh, you vile, foul mouthed man!" the vivacious vigilante cried, emerald eyes flashing.

"Guess that's a NO," he said. The men around them chuckled with him. He looked pointedly at Belle. "Why don't you let my girl go there. She's got work to do. We've got a big crowd tonight, and are a wee bit understaffed. If you know what I mean."

"Are you daft?" Solar Woman growled. "I'm shutting you down, Porky. As in Out of Business forever. As in take away your liquor licenses and all city permits."

"Hey, now, little lady, you like to play hardball, don't you?" Porky said.

"I like to shut down depraved old lechers like you, Porky," Solar Woman said. She unconsciously assumed an arrogant super heroine stance before him: head high, chin out, chest thrust out and feet shoulder width apart.

"Now, now, Solar Woman, let's be reasonable. I'm sure this is a simple misunderstanding with Belle here. I'm sure we can work something out," Porky said.

"Work something out? Why yes, we can. I'll take you and Belle in for prostitution, and this club is closed and is out of business. All worked out."

"I ain't going to jail, bitch," Belle cried, and twisted free of Solar Woman's hand.

"Hey!" Solar Woman cried, lunging after the escaping redhead.

Silver gloved hands got a fistful of silky red hair. She jerked the hooker back. Belle squawked, and twisted around again. This time she pressed up against Solar Woman, face to face, smiled wickedly, and KNEED her in the pussy.

"Ugh!" Solar Woman grunted but hung on tightly. So Belle savagely head-butted her. "Aaaagghh!"

The head butt staggered the sexy super heroine. She wobbled atop her sky high stiletto boots. Head spinning, she still hung onto the sexy stripping / hooker. So Belle cried out in rage, and kicked her straight up in the chin.

"Ugh!" Solar Woman cried, losing her grip on Belle as she fell back. Someone caught her fall, his big hands coming around to clutch at her large, firm tits. She cried out in outrage when he gave that pretty pair a firm, lingering squeeze. Then another stripper rushed up and yanked her silver bustier down around her waist. "Aaiiee! How dare you strip my breasts!"

"That's a stripper body if I ever saw one," Belle called. "I say we make her dance!"

"I agree," Porky said, and leveled a pistol at Solar Woman's head. "You have a choice, Solar Whore, strip pretty, or DIE pretty."

"This is insane!" Solar Woman cried, looking down the barrel of that pistol with wide green eyes. "You can't make me dance and strip on stage! I'm a highly respected super heroine, renown for my sense of justice and my VIRTUE!"

Someone had unlocked the handcuffs on Belle. She came up with the cuff in one hand, and a wicked grin on her face. Solar Woman was handcuffed with her own cuffs, then the silver bustier was removed from her spectacular body. Belle reached around her, massaging her humongous tits with her soft, feminine hands. She began to nibble, nuzzle and lick Solar Woman's ear while fondling her with expertise. Belle certainly knew her way around a woman's body, and very quickly got the sexy super heroine panting.

"This is all so wrong," Solar Woman groaned.

"Are you going to dance and strip? Or are you and I about to put on a girl-on-handcuffed girl sex show?" Belle whispered in her ear. Her hand slipped down the front on Solar Woman's pants, and went straight to her clit. When Belle's fingers started rubbing her engorged clit, Solar Woman gasped and arched her back. The erotic, electric jolt that ripped through her statuesque body was powerful and frightening. "Well, I guess you've decided to put on…"

"I'll dance! Just get your vile hands off me," Solar Woman said.

Porky stuffed the pistol under his belt and stepped up to the helpless heroine. His big, pudgy hands grabbed her titanic tits, and sucked in an already erect nipple. While Belle continued to masturbate the sexy super heroine, Porky sated his dark lusts on her perfect pair. The vigilante vixen writhed and gasped, panted and grunted as the two used her so erotically. Together, they took the beautiful super babe to a monster climax.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Now she's ready to strip," Porky said. The room of men and women laughed. "Highly aroused women strip best. And no one gets more aroused than a super heroine."

Dazed, mind reeling from her forced climax, Solar Woman felt Belle remove her handcuffs. Then Porky took her by the arm and forced her up onto the main stage. A fast, frantic song started up, and the crowd chanted, "Dance! Dance! Dance!"

Porky took out his pistol, and shot into the stage between her silver booted feet. She jumped and yelped, looked around frantically and saw there was no succor coming. Solar Woman swallowed the lump in her throat, lifted her silver gloved hands high, and started to dance.

The sexy super heroine was a very athletic, very graceful woman. When she danced, everyone watched her. Always. A tiny smile curled her full red lips when the crowd gasped in appreciation, mesmerized by her swaying hips and boobs. She loved to dance, and she secretly loved it when people watched her dancing. She had a very appreciative audience, too, to inspire her.

Deep down, Solar Woman knew dancing topless was wrong. But after being forcibly climaxed, right and wrong were a little fuzzy. And Porky had that pistol. The super sexy vigilante danced. Then she danced up to the edge of the stage, and the crowd reached for her. They pawed her legs, her boots, her ASS. Someone even started rubbing her wet pussy through the blue spandex pants. And when she leaned over them, some of the men grabbed her boobs.

"Strip!" Porky called, demandingly. "Now."

Solar Woman scowled at him. She was really starting to lose herself in the song and the dance, not to mention the glorious feel of men's hands all over her curvaceous body. So she started to strip down. Slowly. She started with her gloves. The men hooted and hollered with gleeful eyes.

While she stripped naked, Porky and Belle called instructions to her. She had no choice but to obey. Solar Woman had to shake her tits at the men. She had to turn around, thrust out her sweet round butt and slap it. She had to sling her long, silky black hair around. And all this while keeping her tits bouncing to the music. It was harder than it looked.

After the gloves were off, she removed her boots next. Then she was forced to lock her knees straight, and sensuously peel her skin tight, blue spandex pants down her mile long, shapely legs. Very slowly. That left her in just her blue mask and blue thong undies. The panties were actually ripped off by a man standing beside the stage, to her surprise and the crowds' wicked glee.

"Her panties are sopping wet!" the vulgar titty bar patron cried. "What a raging whore she is!"

"Of course. It's a proven fact that super heroines are one and all born to be whores, but they deny their true calling, thus become frustrated women," Porky said. "Solar Woman is proving that right before our eyes." Solar Woman glared daggers at him, but it wasn't as effective when she was utterly naked, save her mask. "Now, Solar Girl, put your boots back on and continue dancing."

"Solar WOMAN," she corrected him. But she put her silver boots back on, and started to dance as commanded. She really didn't have a choice.

After thirty minutes of dancing like that, Belle joined her on stage. Slowly and sensuously, Belle coated the super sexy super heroine's spectacular body with glistening oil. She danced for almost another hour, when she slipped on some oil on stage and landed on her well rounded butt.

"Ouch!" she cried. Someone grabbed her ankles, and pulled her off the stage and into the crowd. "Yikes! Help!"

"Lap dance time!" Porky cried, with wild cheers.

Lusty, brazen hands were all over Solar Woman's curvaceous, oil-shiny body. Fingers probed her tits, mouth, pussy and ass hole. With her body all oiled up, all of her orifices were well lubed. She couldn't even pinch off the anal probes. It didn't help that she was horny as hell after all that nude dancing to an eager-eyed, vocal audience. So those fingers pushed her over the top real fast.

"Uuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, Goddess….I can't….take it any…longer!" she cried. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"It's official, boys," Porky called. "Solar Woman is having a GREAT TIME with you horny bastards."

Seconds later, Solar Woman found herself straddling a big biker, who was sitting in a straight back chair. He commanded her to dance, and she did. When she started to give him his lap dance, the other men removed their hands. Really, it was more out of courtesy for their fellow debaucher than for her. She was forced to rub her shimmering, oiled tits in his leering face, and rub and grind her aching, sopping wet pussy against his crotch. She felt his hard-on under his jeans, and it drove her mad with desire.

"Goddess help me," Solar Woman whispered when the second song started, and he pulled out his hard cock. Her body ached and longed to be impaled upon that thick shaft. "I can't. I'm vulnerable right now."

"Mount him," Porky commanded.

"But, my body is…."

"Mount him. Now," Porky said. "Or I'll tie you to a chair in such a way that three men can fuck your ass, pussy and mouth all at the same time. Is that what you want?"

"Oh, you vile, horrible man!" she cried. The biker's big hands clutched at her firm round ass, pushing her down towards his cock. Her heart hammered. Her head spun with the repercussions she would suffer if he fucked her in her physical and emotion state. With trembling hands, she took hold of the biker's cock, and guided it up to and into her throbbing cunt. "Huuummmggh…Mark my words, Porky….Ooohhh, Goddess….You may have defeated me tonight, but by destroying me like this you will incur the wrath of every super heroine in the city. Your days are numbered!"

That thick shaft stretched the sexy super heroine to the max. She closed her eyes, head rolling back and started to ride him. It felt too good. Glorious. PERFECT. Hands on his shoulders, she bounced up and down faster and faster, feeling her orgasm building bigger and bigger. It would be a big one. She knew instinctively it would be the one to tame her indomitable spirit. It would be the orgasm to strip away the super heroine, leaving a mere sex crazed harlot in its wake. The fate she feared above all others was upon her.

Then the biker came deep inside her, and that's all she wrote for the fabled super heroine.

"Oh…MY….AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed, her body and mind consumed in fiery ecstasy. "I am TAMED! TAMED!"

Porky's Playpen went wild. Solar Woman was pulled off the biker, and before she knew what was happening she had a cock thrust into her mouth and another up her ass and a third pumping her twat. And it felt HEAVENLY to her.

The statuesque super vixen was fucked over and over that night. At one point Porky had her stood up in the middle of the club, then her left ankle was pulled up with a rope that forced her into an erotic split, one booted foot on the floor and the other straight up, leaving her pussy and ass available for exploitation at the same time. And exploit her they did. Two big men quickly slipped into her ass and pussy, while Porky stepped up to her face. He forced her to suck his cock, enjoying the sight of her full red lips sliding up and down his shaft.

Later, she was forced to kneel on a chair. Her neck was bound to the back of the chair, while her wrists were cuffed behind her back again. They double teamed her for a good hour like that.

Once Porky's Playpen closed for the night, Porky and his staff took their turns fucking the sexy super heroine. The sun was up and shining brightly the next morning when they finally were sated.

"Work it, Solar Bitch," Porky said, a thick stogie hanging from his mouth as she bounced up and down on his lap. He enjoyed the way her big boobs bounced and jostled all about. Her oiled body was more sweat than oil now. Her thick black hair was wet with oil and sweat. She looked exhausted, defeated. "That's it…that's it…just…like….aaaaagghhhhhh, yes!"

"Uuugggggggghhhhh," she groaned, climaxing again. She climaxed almost every time someone shot their wad inside her. It felt so erotic.

"Well, well, little lady, I have to say this has been one of the best nights I've had since opening the ole Playpen," Porky said, puffing on his fat cigar. He reached up and grabbed the edge of her blue mask. "Let's find out who you are behind that mask, and then get you chained up for the day."

"No!" Solar Woman cried, her heart racing as she realized he would know who she was if he removed her mask. She panicked, and instinctively head-butted the fat brothel owner.

"Ugh!" Porky cried. His cigar flew away as blood erupted from his nose and mouth. Solar Woman jumped up and thrust kicked him straight back.

A bouncer charged her. She dodged to the side, threw out a foot and tripped him. He crashed head first into a table and lay still. Another bouncer attacked her, and she sent a flying kick into his face, putting him down for the count, too.

"Fire!" Belle cried.

The curvaceous super heroine looked around, and spotted the fire. Porky's cigar started it when she knocked it out of his mouth. A wooden table and chairs were already completely consumed in flames.

Everyone panicked. Solar Woman picked up a burning chair and smashed it on the main stage, scattering flames all across the wooden stage. She tossed other flaming chairs all around, trying to get the whole club burning. And she got the job done, too.

While Porky and his staff tried to put out or contain the fire, Solar Woman raced out the front door. Naked save for her mask and boots, she ran straight to her car and left. One last look show flames coming out the roof of the main barn of Porky's Playpen.

"Well, any evidence I might have against you is going up in flames, Porky," Solar Woman said, emerald eye blazing. Then she smiled cruelly. "But your vile brothel is burning down, and I'll forbid the city to issue you a new license if you rebuild or move. You, Porky Porcus are out of business! And good riddance."

Back inside the burning club, Porky paused to glare at the flames.

"You might think you've won, Solar Woman, but the Playpen will rise out of the asses, and bite you on that sweet round ass," he said. "I will have my vengeance!"

THE END