Supervillain Academy, Chapter 01: The Trouble with Phone Booths

Annie Miller was just short of five and a half feet of tight curves crammed into a white button-down shirt, short plaid pleated skirt, black stockings and patent-leather Mary Janes. She looked like a fantasy schoolgirl.

One reason for this was that she was a schoolgirl, and hence the object of schoolboy fantasies. She was in her first year of college at St. Swithin's School for Girls, the moss-covered gates of which looked very much like heaven to every male for miles around. Her sexy little outfit was no more than her uniform, and she wore it with pride.

But she was also Ubergirl, scourge of sociopaths and defender of do-gooders. At least that's what she called herself when she doffed the schoolgirl clothes for her black thigh-high boots, bright red bikini and matching satin cape. Like her more famous cousin Uberman, Ubergirl was invulnerable, impossibly strong, and could fly at supersonic speeds as soon as her super-senses detected the first hint of trouble.

So when she heard a chorus of screams coming from around the corner, she dashed into the nearest phone booth to change clothes at super-speed. But as soon as she'd stuffed her glorious 34DD-24-35 curves into her bright red bikini and reached for the door handle, a powerful electric current ripped through her, knocking her senseless.

Outside the booth a gang of young men stood laughing at her as she sank to the floor, shuddering. One of them punched a button on his remote, shutting off the pre-recorded screams around the corner.

"I told you that would work," he said, smirking down at her. "Stupid bitch. Now we switch on the gas."

He pressed another button, and the phone booth started filling with a cool white gas. Ubergirl tried struggled to her feet, but every time she touched the walls or door another blast of electricity knocked her down. Her world started spinning sickeningly as the gas took her down. Eventually she stopped struggling and sunk to the floor in a fetal ball.

"She's down," the kid with the remote said. "Extraction team, step up."

Two boys with stun guns ready took positions on either side of the door. Another stepped up with a capture pole. He nodded, and they threw the door open. He slipped the capture loop over her head, tightened it snug around her neck, and dragged her out onto the sidewalk.

"Extraction team, step back," the leader ordered. "Security team, step up."

Two more kids stepped up as the stun gunners stood watch. With the help of the capture pole, they lifted Ubergirl to her feet and tied her ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows with thick chains and heavy padlocks. Then they stuffed a chloroform-soaked rag in her mouth and duct-taped it in place before removing the capture loop. They pulled her cape over her head, wrapped it tight around her with more chains, and tossed her in the back of their waiting van.

As soon as the gang had piled into the van, it took off quickly.

"Great job, guys," the leader said. "Just like we practiced."

"We got a superheroine," one of them laughed. "A real life honest to God superheroine!"

"Stay cool, Rocks," the leader said. "It's business."

"Come on, Warren," one of the stun gunners laughed, moving to jab Ubergirl's shapely posterior with his weapon.

Warren had his Glock out, cocked, and aimed before anyone could blink.

"Do it and I drop you," he snapped. "I told you. We grab them. We sell them. We buy better gear. We do it again. And again. Until we're ready to go for the gold." He cocked his head at a pinup of the city's most famous superheroine, Valkyrie - a golden-haired goddess bursting from her black leather briefs and bustier.

The stun gunner nodded and put his weapon back in his jacket. Warren put away his gun, reached across the van, and playfully ruffled the stun gunner's hair.

"Relax, Roger," he said. "Take your share of tonight's haul and buy some tail. We get four grand for her, twenty-five percent off the top for upgrades, leaves three grand to split up. You'll feel a lot better with that in your pocket."

"Yeah, sure. I'd feel a lot better with this in her pocket," Roger said, pointing at his crotch with a wicked leer at the captive Ubergirl.

"Big picture, my friends, big picture," Warren said, staring at the poster of Valkyrie.

They reached Lowlifes a few minutes later. Lowlifes was a ratty dive trying to pass for an English tavern. It was a notorious hangout for Kink River's worst scum. And tonight was Ladies' Night.

Eddie the barkeep met Warren out back. "You got what I wanted?"

"Blonde, stacked out to here," Warren told him. "Still woozy, so she's pretty suggestible. Get her drunk and she'll stay that way. Six grand."

"Fuck that," Eddie snarled.

"You won't," Warren said, "unless you have the money. Six grand."

"Five," Eddie told him. "Final offer, kid. You don't want to pull any shit on me."

"Five's good," Warren agreed quickly. The cash changed hands, and Warren went back to the van to get Ubergirl. He dumped the still-slumbering superheroine in the barkeep's arms, tossed him the keys to her padlocked chains, and pocketed a grand before getting back into the van.

Ubergirl's night was just getting started.

She came to in a smoky barroom, leaning against a thick wooden beam in her bikini with a hot spotlight trained on her. She saw her cape and boots lying in a heap of heavy chains on the floor and frowned - something about that was not quite right. She shook her head groggily to raucous applause from twenty or so miscreants in the dimly lit room.

"What?" she said, trying to clear her mind. "What happened?"

"You got a bit dizzy," Eddie told her. "Here, darlin', have a shot. Perk you right up."

"Okay," she said, draining the double shot of whiskey with a grimace. "What am I doing here?"

"There, there," Eddie said. "Can't have a proper good time without the stout. Have a pint of Guinness, lass, there you are. Drink it right down, do you good."

She took the heavy stein from him and started gulping the dark ale down obediently. She'd never heard of beer and whisky making anyone think clearer, but she was just a girl. And he seemed like such a nice man.

"Okay," she said, handing back the empty stein. "Now what was I doing?"

"You were going to show us that magnificent body of yours, lass," Eddie told her. Loud whooping from the crowd nearly distracted her until Eddie silenced them. "Not a proper bachelor party without a girl to strip down and put out, now is it?"

"You're getting married?" she asked, frowning.

"Sure and I am, pet," he said. The crowd laughed again. "Now show us that pretty little pussy."

"Okay," she said, wiping the foam from her mouth with the back of her hand. Without giving it a second thought, Ubergirl slid her bikini bottom down her legs and tossed it into the crowd.

"Oh, that's right nice," Eddie told her. "D'you like it, love?"

She shrugged. "Sometimes. I like to - no, I can't tell you that!"

"Come on, love," Eddie said. "We're all friends here. You can tell us, right, lads?"

"Tell us! " the crowd roared.

Ubergirl giggled, her hand sliding down her taut belly to the thin strip of pubic hair she hadn't waxed away. "I like to touch it," she said.

"That a fact?" Eddie said, lighting a cigar. "Show us, then."

"I don't think I should," she said, shaking her head coyly.

"Now don't be a tease, love," he said. "We paid you a lot of money to play with us tonight. You want to give us our money's worth, now, don't you? You don't want to be tease, love. You want to be a good girl."

"What's a good girl?" Despite herself, Ubergirl found her fingers rubbing her smooth pussy as she talked.

"One what puts it in for you," Eddie said, grinning around his cigar.

"Oooh," Ubergirl said. "This feels nice."

"Sure it does," Eddie said. "And why shouldn't it? The Good Lord gave us pussy to please us."

"You're funny," Ubergirl giggled. Now she had both hands between her legs, her elbows pressing her breasts together to form a canyon of cleavage.

"And you're a right pretty little bird," Eddie said. "But aren't you just burning up in all that clothing?"

"This?" she giggled, her hands on her breasts. "I'm okay."

"Oh, you're much better than that, darlin'," Eddie told her. "But we'd all be ever so much happier if you'd just show us those proud beauties."

"You mean my tits?"

"Say that again, love."

"My tits? You like me to talk about my tits?"

"Go on, love, your voice is the angels' own singing," Eddie said.

"I have really big tits," Ubergirl said, squeezing and kneading them as she talked. "I'm a 38DD. That's really big, really really big. I think boys really like them. They always like looking at my tits. Do you like my tits?"

"Sure an' we do, love," Eddie said, eyeing them appreciatively. "We'd like them a lot more if we could see them as they are."

"Okay," she said, reaching behind her back to untie her bikini top. She frowned - was the knot always this complicated?

"I think I need some help," Ubergirl said, biting her lip.

"Only too glad to oblige," Eddie said, leering. "Tommy, if you would?"

Eddie and Tommy stepped up on either side of her to loud cheers from the crowd. "You guys are funny," Ubergirl told the unseen spectators.

"Hold right still, love," Eddie told her, chomping down on his cigar as he took her right breast in his hand and reached behind her for the knot in the small of her back. Tommy did the same on her left side, untying the straps at the back of her neck.

"You like my tits," she told Tommy seriously.

"I do," he said, darting in for a quick kiss as he squeezed her breast.

Eddie tossed her top out into the crowd with a flourish. "And there they are, free at last," he said.

"Praise God Almighty, free at last," Tommy said.

"Now step back, lad, and let everyone have a look at our lovely lass," Eddie said. Tommy reluctantly took his hand from her breast and stepped back out of the spotlight. A chorus of wolf-whistles and rowdy cheers rose from the crowd. Ubergirl smiled coyly and posed for her new admirers; hips cocked to the right, shoulders back, chest out, one knee bent forward.

"You're a lovely thing, sure enough," Eddie said. "Now turn around and show us your other side."

She turned obediently, wiggling her firm shapely ass for the very appreciative crowd. Her back was as flawless as her front, all smooth warm skin over superbly shaped firm flesh. Ubergirl turned to face them again, blushing a little as her hand nervously slipped back between her legs.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, smiling shyly from under her long thick lashes.

The crowd roared. Eddie leered. "You'll do, love. You'll do fine."

Eddie moved to stand behind her, holding her tight with one hand on her breast and the other between her legs. He kissed her neck and sucked on her earlobe. Ubergirl moaned, her hands guiding Eddie's to all her favorite places. She could barely hear the roar of the crowd anymore, lost in the sensations Eddie's hands and mouth gave her over and over.

Her knees buckled, and Eddie sank to the floor with her. Tommy stepped up with his fly open. She took him in her mouth without a second thought. The others crowded round as she pleasured him, eager to take their turn. Someone's mouth found her other breast, sucking and licking with great abandon. Hands stroked her hips and thighs.

Tommy went off in her mouth, and she swallowed his cum almost greedily. Someone gave her another shot to wash his hot sticky load down. Another cock followed his, and another after that. And Eddie's expert touch kept her on the edge of orgasm the whole time.

After she'd pumped all their pipes, they stepped back into the shadows. Eddie gave her another pint. "You're fairly purring, kitten," he said, pushing his fingers a little deeper.

"I like making boys happy," Ubergirl said.

"Good to love your work, innit?"

"Mmm, yes. Yessss. Eddie, I love you. I love all of you!" she shouted.

"So you want to keep making us happy, then?" Eddie asked.

"Oooh, ohh yesss," she said. "Make you all happy."

"That's good," he said. "Tell us your name, love."

"I'm Ubergirl," she said.

"Your real name," he said, toying with her erect nipple.

"Ahhhh," she moaned. "My name - my name is Annie Miller. I'm Ubergirl."

"Right then, Ubergirl," Eddie said. "You got any weaknesses we ought to know about?"

"No, no, I can't - I don't wanna - ohhhh, ohhhh yessss - I don't wanna -"

"Another time, then," Eddie said, abruptly stopping his caresses.

Ubergirl sagged, panting. "Oh, please, Eddie, please don't stop."

"You're not making me happy, love," Eddie chided, getting up. "No worries, you will."

"Oh yes, Eddie, I will. I promise."

"Right then. Up on the counter, love, and pints for everyone."

She bounced over to the bar and hopped up onto it. "Like this, Eddie?" she asked brightly.

"On your knees there, that's a good girl," Eddie said. He stepped around the bar and slapped her smooth firm ass. "Time for the blessing of the beer."

He drew two steins of rich Guinness from the tap and handed them to her.

"Not for drinking, pet," he told her. "You just dip those big bouncies in 'em and see what happens."

She leaned over the steins and lowered her breasts carefully into their foamy heads. Her nipples just reached the liquid. "Ooh, that's cold," she said. "It feels good."

"Sure an' it does," Eddie said. "Now let the lads have a sip."

Ubergirl pulled up carefully and handed off the beers. Two men sucked her breasts clean and downed their beers, stepping aside to make room for two more to have their beers blessed.

"Do I taste good?" she asked the men.

"Only thing that makes beer better," one laughed. "Two t's."

"You're like . . . ambrosia," another said. "Like to dip you a few more times."

"Plenty to go 'round, lads," Eddie said. "Let's all have a taste before we get greedy."

After everyone in the bar had got his fill of sucking Guinness from a superheroine, Eddie gave her another shot of whiskey and another pint of Guinness.

"I feel funny," she said, wobbling a little as Eddie helped her down from the bar.

"You feel fine to me," he said, running his hands over her.

"You're funny," she said. "I like you, Teddy. I like everybody!"

"You want to make us happy, right and proper?"

"Oh, yes, Teddy. I want to make you pappy," Ubergirl said, stumbling back into his very open arms.

"Then how about a nice fuck for all of us," Eddie asked, half-carrying her around the bar.

"Oh, I don't know, Teddy," she said. "I'm not that kind of girl."

"Sure you are, love," Eddie said, lowering her to the beer-soaked sawdust floor. He positioned himself between her legs and pulled down his pants, his thick erection between her firm smooth thighs. His hands slid up her hips to take in as much of her breasts as they could.

"It looks mad," she pouted, looking at his cock.

"Just happy to see you, darlin'," Eddie told her. "You're a good girl, aren't you?"

"I'm a good girl," she agreed.

"And what's a good girl do? You remember, pet."

Ubergirl looked puzzled. Then she brightened. "I remember!"

He rose up over her as she reached down to guide him in.

"Ooh, you're big," she purred. "You feel good in me."

"And when I do this?" Eddie asked, driving deeper into her.

"Oh! Ohhh, Teddy, that's nice," she moaned. "Do that again, please, Teddy."

"Tell me your weakness," Eddie said. "The other one."

"I . . . ohhhh, ohhh, argonite, it's argonite, mmmm, Teddy," Ubergirl moaned.

"Right then," Eddie said. "I've got a new name for you, love. Say it for me. You're Uberslut. Say you're Uberslut."

"I'm Ubergirl - ohh, my pussy, please, Teddy, please feed my pussy," she begged.

"Give me what I want," he said, taking his mouth from her breast for a moment. "Say it. Say it. Say it."

"I'm Uberslut," she said, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Again," Eddie panted.

"I'm Uberslut."

"Again!"

"I'm Uberslut! I'm Uberslut! I'm Uberslut!"

He came inside her, an explosion of sweaty ecstasy that ravaged her drugged and overstimulated body. She went over the edge into a mindless place where every touch drowned her in waves of sensual joy. Eddie rolled off her and the next man slid into his place with a satisfied groan.

She took in all comers. After every man in the room had her twice on her back, they flipped her over and rode her ass with a bit of cooking oil for a lubricant. They stood her up on her knees and see-sawed her silly, two men taking her at a time. Eddie kept slipping her liquor to keep her down. Her orgasmic screams - "I'm Uberslut! I'm Uberslut!" - shook dust from the rafters and rattled the windows.

Every man in the room wanted to be the one to break her, to push her past the limits of her superhuman endurance, watch her slip into a cum-drunk catatonic state and become no more than a limber young fuck toy. But none of them had what it took. She took everything they put to her, on her, or in her, and after half a hundred climaxes she had as much energy and appetite as all of them together.

Sunrise saw a bar full of exhausted and satisfied men lying around a filthy young blonde, moving from man to man trying to coax life into their cocks with her lips and tongue. Only Eddie had the strength to stir when someone knocked on the door.

Five men in black uniforms stood outside with gleaming black leather gloves and boots. One of them had a riding crop and a wicked scar across his cruel face.

"SuperHeroine Urgent Retrieval Elite," he said. "You have a superheroine on the premises?" It was not a question.

"Damn," Eddie muttered. "Could've made money off this one."

"Who is it?" Tommy asked.

"SHURE," Eddie said. "They want our new friend, and not likely they'll take 'no' for an answer."

Eddie let them in. They fanned out around Ubergirl, stun clubs ready.

"You've had some fun tonight," the leader said, studying the scene with cool detachment. "What's her condition?"

"Still live," Eddie told him sleepily. "Annie Miller, goes by Ubergirl. Says she's vulnerable to argonite, whatever that is. We've all had Lord knows how many pokes and she's still wanting more."

"You want to be happy?" she asked the newcomers, giggling as she fondled herself. "I could make you really happy."

The scarred man lifted her chin with his crop. Ubergirl took it in her mouth and started sucking. He slapped her with it, then her breast when she raised her hands to protect her face. She scrambled back to cower behind Eddie's legs.

"Disgusting," he said. "She's still under. Collar her and let's go."

One of his men slapped a shock collar on her neck. The scarred man pressed a button on his belt and Ubergirl collapsed, screaming as the current tore through her. The scarred man smiled and released the button as his men picked her up and carried her out.

"Nice work, Eddie," the scarred man said. "She'll do fine."