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STAR BRITE'S FIRST DAY

By Dark One

"Sweeeeet!" Star Brite exclaimed, looking herself over in the full-length mirror.

The golden blonde beauty was wearing her complete costume for the first time. It consisted of a one piece white spandex body suit, with long sleeves, deep V-neck, and was French cut to make her legs look a mile long. The wide belt that cinched her tiny waist was a bright yellow-orange color, as where her spandex opera gloves and mask. The calf boots with the four and a half inch stilettos were also yellow-orange, but the laces up the front were pure white. Silver hoop earrings, two silver bangles on each wrist and the silver Sisterhood ankh that hung off the white leather choker finished out her ensemble.

Star Brite was quite pleased. If she could change anything, it would be to grow another six inches. At five four she felt rather tiny at times. Most Alpha Meta women were over five eight.

Being born one of the rare Alpha Metas meant she was all but destined to be a Super Heroine. Indeed, even before her Power manifested at twelve, she dreamed of the day she took to the sky as one of the beloved Sisters of the Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines. She chose her Super Heroine name of Star Brite at the age of eight. Unfortunately, she would never "fly" through the sky like most Super Heroines, for Star Brite was a Fire Power, with the ability to wield fire, but no ability to fly. But, being an eternal optimist, she counted her blessings and moved on.

"I can't wait to catch some bad guys," she said, and giggled. She spun on a stiletto heel and turned back dramatically, giving her reflection a steely-eyed gaze. "Halt, miscreant! Star Brite says you can go straight to jail."

It was still early. Just ten in the morning. She was supposed to wait until evening to start. That was when she was to meet all the other Super Heroines in Ocean City, led by her personal hero, Justice Girl. But it was an awful long time until six that evening. And no one said she couldn't get an early start. Most likely she wouldn't find any criminal activity her first day, but she could at least start to introduce herself to the citizens of Ocean City.

"Aw, it'll be okay," she said, grinning fiercely and barely able to keep her giggles in check. "I can't wait that long anyway. Watch out world, here comes Star Brite!"

So Star Brite donned a loose sweat suit over her costume, removed the mask and headed for her garage. Since she couldn't fly she had to drive a vehicle, and hide said vehicle, so the Sisterhood had very secretly bought a three-bedroom ranch style house for her over the Coastal mountains from Ocean City and in the valley, only an hour drive from the city. The supped up racing cycle was painted yellow-orange, with her symbol, a four-point star, painted on it. To disguise it, she had the cleverest clingy film that pressed over all the painted surfaces, changing the color to bright blue. She need only pull off the blue film and the Star Bike was revealed, or put it back and it was hidden.

Five minutes later, all anyone in the quiet neighborhood saw was eighteen year old journalism student Olivia Hussey peel out of her garage on her new motorcycle. She roared to the end of the street, turned right, and set off at great speed toward the mountain highway over into Ocean City.

The ride up, over and down the mountains was glorious. Olivia loved speed and excitement. So she knew she'd love being Star Brite. And she was sure everyone would love Star Brite.

At the base of the mountains, where Ocean City began, she turned into an alley and stripped out of her sweat suit and revealed Star Brite in all her glory. That done, she reached up and pressed a hidden button on her mask. A tiny holographic pop-up showed her she was the only Super Heroine on the secure network at that time. No concern, since most Super Heroines worked nights. Then after removing the camouflaging film from the Star Bike she continued down that alley, to emerge as Ocean City's newest Super Heroine.

"Waaa-hoooooo!" she cried as she zipped down the street. Someone honked and waved. She waved back, basking in the greeting she was already getting. "Star Brite is here, Ocean City! Tell the criminals to cower in the dark!"

Star Brite enjoyed an exciting ride through the heart of the city, east to west, then down along the docks southward. From there, she turned north and traversed the city again, seeing and being seen. Everyone seemed excited to see her. Her arrival had started being heralded to the citizens of Ocean City two weeks back.

"Ooo, what's that?" she said, blue eyes brightening.

Men and women were running out of a corner bank. That couldn't be good.

Star Brite's smile turned into a scowl.

"Evil's afoot," she said. "It looks like Star Brite is about to be introduced to the world in a much more spectacular way than I thought."

She hit the gas and streaked toward the bank. Then she hit the clutch and cut the motor, rolling in fast and silently. More for practice than necessity. She doubted they'd connect her bike's engine to danger in the middle of the day.

Skidding to a halt next to the front door, she flipped the kickstand down and swung her leg off dramatically. There had to be two dozen witnesses, all staring and pointing, all a-buzz about the arrival of this new Super Heroine.

Star Brite summoned fire. She set a halo of fire to burning above her head, ready to use in an instant. She could throw it out in front of her as a shield against bullets, or wield it as a missile weapon. Either way, the bank robber was in for a rude awakening.

Marching through the front door, Star Brite paused three steps inside to survey the situation. The elderly guard was unconscious at her booted feet. The room was vacant except for four pistol wielding robbers and a bank executive helping them empty cash into clothe bags. He looked terrified, as well as he should be.

"Halt!" she called in her deepest, most commanding voice. But it was still high and very little girl-like despite her best efforts. "You are under arrest. I am Star Brite, a Super Heroine, so you might as well surrender and make it easy on yourselves."

They all gawked at her a long second. Then four pistols whipped around to threaten her. She didn't hesitate. Fire erupted before her a bare second before they started shooting. The supernaturally intense flames absorbed and vaporized the bullets. Even a steel cop killer bullet couldn't penetrate that shield of fire.

"Stop!" someone cried. "You're burning the bank down!"

Shocked, Star Brite ceased. They all stared at the long teller counter, merrily blazing away. She couldn't believe what she'd done. It wasn't supposed to happen like that.

"Stupid girl," an angry voice from behind snarled.

Star Brite instantly realized she'd made a horrible rookie mistake. She hadn't accounted for all of the robbers. And she let one of them come up behind her. On top of that, she'd allowed herself to be emotionally caught up in the fire before securing the site.

Summoning fire to throw up as a shield behind her, Star Brite started to whirl around to confront him. But she saw out of the corner of her eyes the blurred image of an arm descending. She proved too slow, and the pistol he was holding connected with her head just behind the left ear.

"Ughh!"

Star Brite hit the floor, her world spinning and blackness threatening to envelop her. Pushing herself to her elbows, she tried to shake the powerful blow off, but then one of the robbers kicked her in the side of the head and the blackness sucked her down.

"Help me!" a man's voice cried. "Get the girl and I'll call the fire department."

Shaking her head, Star Brite managed to open her eyes. She took a deep breath, and started coughing. Smoke filled the air. She felt the intense heat of fire on one side of her body.

"Oh, God. Fire," she gasped. And it was her fault.

Looking around desperately, she saw the man that was forced to help the robbers giving orders to two others. They were already dragging the bank guard out the door. Another man was hurrying toward her.

"No need, citizen," Star Brite said, standing up on wobbly feet.

The fire was intense, but hadn't spread too badly. Using her Power, Star Brite quickly contained, then extinguished the flames. Then she cooled the embers to room temperature, all in less than one minute.

"Now, where did the bank robbers go?"

"They tore out of here when you started that fire," the bank man said. "You were only out less than a minute."

She nodded understanding. Alpha Metas were superior women. Some thought they were then next step in the evolutionary ladder. Alpha Metas, amazons as the people called them, healed at a rate ten times as fast as normal people. Just as they were ten times stronger, pound for pound. So Star Brite would expect to recover quickly from their cowardly attack.

"The fire's out here, citizen. I have to catch those robbers."

Star Brite ran out of the bank and hopped on her Star Bike. Witnesses pointed the direction, and she sped out in pursuit. She opened the bike up, and within a few minutes she spotted a van that fit the witnesses description -- light blue, late model, with out of state plates.

"You'll not escape Star Brite!" she said, blue eyes flashing.

Despite a twinge of regret and embarrassment about what happened in the bank, she was thrilled to know she would capture the robbers. People would forgive her that mistake, being it was her very first day and her very first crime to bust. She just knew they would all come to love her and quickly forget all about this fiasco.

But first she had to prove herself and catch the bank robbers.

Suddenly, they turned right and she heard them gas the motor. That could only mean they spotted her and were trying to get away. But there was no way for them to accomplish that feat. Her Star Bike was twice as fast and four times as maneuverable. Their cause was lost, as it should be.

"Wahooo! Look at me!" she cried to the world as she rounded that same corner and hit the gas. She gave it full throttle. And five seconds later she smashed headlong into the back of the suddenly stopped van.

The Star Bike crumpled up upon impact, and Star Brite was thrown off and through the van's back window. She landed between the front seats, sprawled over the engine cover, with her head resting on the front dash.

Her head was spinning, while darkness and light warred behind her glazed blue eyes. Everything hurt. She could barely comprehend what had happened.

"Tie her up," a harsh male voice commanded.

Three sets of hands seized her as the van surged forward again. She felt her arms pulled impossible far back, where her right wrist was bound above her left elbow. Then the left wrist was bound similarly above the right. That done, they tied her ankles and knees together.

One of the men, the leader of the gang, produced a bottle of whiskey and forced her mouth open. He poured fiery whiskey down her throat. She was forced to swallow. Tears flowed as the liquor burned her insides and took affect. Star Brite gasped and gagged; it was like the alcohol had seized her lungs and gut in a fiery fist and squeezed. After a moment her torment ended and a pleasant warmth spread through her young body. But dread also blossomed deep within, for alcohol, like any drug, temporarily stole an Alpha Meta's Power away. They had to be perfectly clear-headed to wield their precious Powers.

"You won't get away with this," she mumbled.

"We haven't done anything. Yet," another man said. He poured another swallow of whiskey down her throat, then took a swig himself. "But I'm ready to start, Brite Tits."

Star Brite gasped as a hand seized her costume right between her impressive 38DD breasts. He ripped down, pulling the spandex apart and exposing her naked tits.

"No! Stop that! This isn't right," she cried, now brutally brought back to her senses.

"I tell you what's not right, Star Tits," he said. "It's goodie-two-shoes Super Heroines sticking their snooty noses in other folks' business. That's what's not right."

"I was just helping," she said, eyes wide as he began fondling her perfect, globular white tits with their warm, silky white skin. "I want to help people. That's all."

"Well you can help me," he said. "Help me cum deep inside your hot, sweet mouth."

They ripped the white spandex body suit to pieces. Soon, she found herself lying on the floorboards in nothing but boots, mask and gloves. The leader even took her choker and ankh, calling it "counting coup."

They drove for hours, over the coastal range, then across the valley and up into the Sierra Nevada mountains. Heading for Las Vegas. But she had little time or inclination to keep track of their progress. The five bank robbers were horny and vengeful, since they didn't get any more than half a bag of money, mostly small bills. Star Brite was forced to make up the difference.

First, their leader raped her sweet mouth. She was barely eighteen, and had never been with a man before. Impregnation stole an Alpha Meta of her Power forever, so she avoided boys altogether. But suddenly, she was learning all about the base side of life, in the most brutal manner imaginable.

She was forced to kneel between his legs. He unzipped and pulled out his rancid cock, which was frighteningly hard and erect. Her throat tightened painfully just at the sight of it. Star Brite was determined not to give any of them any pleasure, though, so clamped her lips and teeth firmly shut.

"Going to be stubborn, are you?" he said, giving her a mirthless smile. "We'll see about that."

He started rubbing his dick head all over her beautiful face. She tried desperately to turn her face, but he entwined his thick fingers deep into her silky blonde mane and held her face close and still while he rubbed his cock and balls all over her face.

"That was fun, Star Twit, but time to get down to business. Open wide or else."

"No way, miscreant!" she growled, blue eyes flashing.

"Joey," he said.

"My pleasure, Amal."

She couldn't see behind her, but heard the men chuckling. Then she heard a vaguely familiar sound, kinda like a stick being swung through the air very hard.

CRACK!

Star Brite heard the sounds some seconds before she felt the strike on her naked rump. Intense pain erupted, forcing her to gasp and her mouth to open in an O. He didn't hesitate, and thrust his hard cock between her shimmering orange lips.

"Mmmmmm!"

CRACK!

She was beside herself. One of the men was happily wielding a riding crop, whipping her exposed hiney while their insidious leader's massive cock was deep inside her mouth. She didn't know what to do. This situation had never occurred to her.

CRACK!

"Suck, you little big titted whore, or Joey will whip you bloody," Amal growled in her ear.

Terrified and confused, Star Brite started sucking. He directed her every disgusting act. Amal taught her how to give deep throat. Several times she thought she'd die of choking and gagging, but after what felt like years, he tensed up and shoved his cock deep down her throat and held it. She felt his cock spasm, and torrents of hot cum spewed out and down her throat.

"You're next, Joey," he said.

Joey was a burly bastard with a permanent scowl and a shaven head. His cock wasn't particularly long, but very thick. He, of course, had to spend some time rubbing his dick all over her face. Then he made her suck his big, hairy balls. Star Brite almost gagged, but this time due to the horrible stench of urine permeating Joey's balls and cock. But suck balls she did, right after someone laid that horrible riding crop across her naked hiney five more times in quick succession.

"Good girl," Joey said viciously. "Suck me. Give me head, Star Mouth."

Star Brite quickly learned how to give head, and give great head, too. Obedience was the only way to keep the horrible beatings, and intense pain they wrought, at bay. She proved a quick study, and even considered it preferable to normal sex, since no one ever got pregnant sucking cock. By the time they stopped for the night, renting a room in a sleazy roadside motel, her jaw was aching from giving almost non-stop blowjobs since her capture.

They tossed her on the bed. Amal went outside to make some calls on his cell, while the others looked their prize over with relish. Star Brite lay on the bed, arms still painfully bound behind her back and her legs tightly bound together as well, wearing nothing but her boots, gloves and mask. She swallowed hard, wondering how they could even think about more sex after she'd sucked them all off so many times. But it was obvious they were still ready for more fun at her expense.

"When are you going to stop abusing me and let me go?"

"Never," Jamal said.

Once again, a bottle of whiskey was thrust into her mouth and she was forced to suck down several swallows. It almost gagged her and left her head spinning, as usual, but would ensure her Super Power didn't return for many hours.

They untied her knees, then her ankles. Star Brite started panting. She couldn't believe it had come to this. Actual, real, man-on-top, inside her pussy sex.

"I'm a virgin," she cried.

"Not for long, girlie," Rod said.

"Yeah, you're a Super Heroine, and a super cock sucker, now we're going to make you a super fucker, too," Andy said.

"Hey, boys. Lay off," Jamal, who was kneeling between her legs, said. The overly endowed black man smiled down at her with animal hunger. "Can't you see how distressful this is for our little big-titted vigilante? After all, once we all finished fucking and corn holing Ms Star Whore here, then we're selling her to SuperHeroinesExposed.com. Then she'll really be put through the grinder!"

Star Brite almost fainted. To be sold to SuperHeroinesExposed.com was the worst fate imaginable. They would unmask her live on the internet, then rape her live as their wicked membership watched, and finally post thousands of photos of her being forced into erotic, kinky poses, and make her do hardcore porn. And once they tired of abusing her, then they would sell her into white slavery. Everyone knew how SuperHeroinesExposed.com operated.

"No! Please. I'll do anything. Anything you ask, just don't sell me to them. Please."

"There's no sweeter sound than a Super Heroine begging for mercy," Andy said.

"I don't know, she is very young. Barely legal, in fact. I think I'll give her a little comfort," Jamal said, grinning. "How about a poem?"

The others thought that funny, but insisted he continue.

"Okay, here goes," he said. He moved up deeper between her wide spread legs. She felt his huge black cock press against her neatly trimmed, bikini waxed blonde twat, then push inside and plunge into her defenseless vagina. Star Brite gasped and arched her back, blue eyes wide and she started to pant. "Star Light, Star Brite, First star I FUCK tonight. I wish I may, I think you might, feel my cock inside your tight cunt all damn night."

He thrust his hips forward, battering through her virginity and shattered her last thought of salvation. She gasped and bucked as he rammed himself deeper and deeper inside her tight, wet cunt. The pain quickly subsided, due mostly to her extraordinary Alpha Meta body's super human ability to heal. But that same body was also super fertile, and super sensitive to sexual use and abuse. She felt that massive cock pumping in and out of her snatch, cried out with shock and shameful pleasure. Star Brite couldn't believe that something to terrible could feel so wonderfully, excruciatingly delicious.

"Please," she gasped.

"Damn, the super bitch really does like it," Rod said, eyes afire with lust. "I got an idea. Lay down Jamal, with her on top."

For a moment Star Brite was given a reprieve. Jamal's dick was pulled out and she was left dazed and gasping. The big black man then lay on his back, and Rod lifted her up and placed her on top of him. Jamal maneuvered her atop his huge cock and she soon found herself impaled again, and grinding her hips without prompting from anyone. Their callus laughter at her shamed Star Brite terribly, but she couldn't help it.

"Star Whore indeed!" Andy exclaimed.

Rod came up behind Star Brite and started fingering her asshole. Soon he had a finger pushed up inside her while she fucked Jamal. Then two fingers. And finally, Rod pushed his way too big cock up her ass.

"Uhhhggghhh," she cried, head back and eyes glazed.

Rod reached around her and fondled her tits while butt fucking her with enthusiasm. Her body had been tingling with sexual stimulation ever since Jamal deflowered her, but being double fucked changed that never before felt sensation deep in her belly. First the feeling spread, then changed to what she instinctively knew was a rush to climax.

"I'm cumming!"

Star Brite bucked and writhed as that most wonderful of feelings roared through her tiny super powered body. She whipped her head back and forth, called out and cried all at once.

"Please! Please! I can't take it!" Star Brite cried. "Please stop! I...I...I can't...Oooooooo, God."

Jamal suddenly tensed and started thrusting harder and deeper. He fucked her in a frenzy for a moment, then thrust and held it as cum gushed deep into her pussy. Star Brite felt another orgasm building.

"Oh God."

Then Rod became frantic, and started fucking her fast and furious up the ass. With Jamal still cumming inside her, and Rod ramming it home with all he had, Andy stepped up before her and grabbed her head. Before she knew what he wanted, his cock was pushed deep into her mouth. Star Brite instinctively started sucking, and she went over the edge.

"Hugghhhh!" she cried around Andy's cock.

Her quivering, spasming belly sent Rod over the edge as well, and he began pumping hot jizm deep inside her asshole. Star Brite came again, all the while sucking Andy with all her heart. Both Jamal and Rod began pumping away again, with their still hard, massive cocks, while Andy gleefully face fucked the Super Heroine.

"Hot damn!" Amal cried as he stepped back inside. "That is definitely Super Heroine Super Sex if I ever saw it! What a sight to behold."

Star Brite felt Andy go over the edge and waited for his hot seed to wash over her tongue, but instead he pulled out at the last second. Instead of a mouthful of cum, Star Brite felt his jizm spewing across her lips, nose and eyes. He shot his wad straight into her face, then rubbed it in with his dick.

"Alright, boys, clean her up and everyone back into the van. I worked a deal with SuperHeroinesExposed.com and arranged a meeting," he said. He leered at Star Brite, who gawked up at him with horrified blue eyes. "In a couple hours you will go live on the Internet, and become a Star Porn Actress."

Star Brite couldn't believe it. This started out the most wonderful day of her life, and ended in pain, humiliation and destined for white slavery. Star Brite's first day, and her last. She fainted.

THE END