Author: Baluba

This is a work of fantasy. Any likeness to any person is purely coincidental. All characters are at least 21 years old. The story contains nudity, brutal sex, and vulgar language. If you are not old enough to read this type of material, stop now. If you have any comments or feedback, feel free to send them to superheroine@tutanota.com.

Stormie Mc Blonde: Crime and politics

With a swift motion fuelled by disbelief and frustration, Police Captain Stormie Mc Blonde sent the newspaper hurtling across the mahogany surface of her desk. The paper's flight momentarily disrupted the glow from her stately iron and marble lamp. Her voice cut through the room. "How on earth can HE be leading in the polls?"

Dahir Zane, known as "The Shiv," was a mafia boss who struck fear into the hearts of those involved in the criminal underworld. Despite being in his early thirties, Zane had skilfully built an illegal empire that thrived in the hidden corners of society. His operations, which included drug trafficking and white slavery, had firmly established his control over the infamous Blue Diamonds gang.

But that wasn't all – his influence extended far beyond the world of crime, as he had established himself as a rising political figure. With a considerable following on social media, where he constantly expressed hateful opinions about feminism and gender equality, he surprisingly gained support in the opinion polls. Stormie Mc Blonde speculated that this might be due to the city's high poverty rate and the lack of education among its male inhabitants. With the upcoming mayoral election scheduled to take place the following day, citizens eagerly awaited the results of this pivotal moment in their city's history.

Stormie Mc Blonde stood up from her mahogany desk and began to pace around her spacious office, her tall heels clicking against the polished hardwood floor. The room exuded an air of luxury and importance, with its dark wood panelling and expensive furnishings. A plush leather sofa sat invitingly in one corner, adorned with silk throw pillows and a cashmere blanket. On the walls hung numerous diplomas, each displaying Stormie Mc Blonde's accomplishments and qualifications: one from the prestigious police academy, another from the FBI's National Academy, and yet another from its Senior Management Institute for Police.

The stunning bombshell exuded an aura of authority and sexiness. Her crisp, white button-up blouse clung to her ample silicone breasts, straining against the fabric as if yearning for liberation. She possessed long, statuesque legs with perfectly proportioned thighs. Her slender waist harmonized with her seductive bubble butt, which was securely encased in black leather pants. Big gold hoop earrings dangled from her ears, swaying enticingly as she moved. Each step reverberated through the room, the clicking of her pink stilettos echoing with authority. The glow of the ceiling lights accentuated the metallic pink lipstick that adorned her full, snarling lips, casting a tantalizing shimmer.

With a seductive sway of her hips, the dangerbabe came to a sudden halt. Her hands rested confidently on her curvaceous waist as she proclaimed, her head held high: "Tonight, I will personally uncover the proof of this scumbag's illicit deeds. I will drag him off to jail and unveil the damning evidence before the dawn of election day! "

***

Just a couple of hours later, Stormie Mc Blonde stood tall and confident. Her piercing blue eyes glinted with determination as she faced off against a group of burly thugs in the depths of a dark alleyway. The sound of metal scraping against concrete echoed through the narrow space, as the men loaded bags of stolen goods into the back of a stolen pickup truck. The walls surrounding them were covered in graffiti, with shadows dancing across the colourful images.

Each of the gang members possessed a menacing aura, evident from their tattoos and attire that indicated their involvement in criminal activities. Some of them were shirtless, others wore wife beaters. Most had ripped jeans, with or without sagging, while others opted for sweatpants. Each person carried a weapon, such as knives, chains, or brass knuckles, ready for an imminent assault.

"So, you thought you could escape justice" the blonde MILF declared, her voice fearless despite the odds against her. "Who does this bitch think she is, sticking her nose in our business?" scoffed one of the thugs. "Yeah, lets teach her pussy a lesson" agreed another. The men laughed cruelly at their own words before lunging forward to attack the feminine police captain.

But Stormie Mc Blonde simply extended her hand, revealing her palm, as she spoke with a seductive calmness: "If you scumbags tell me about Dahir Zane's connection to all of this, I will let you off the hook with a warning."

In a split second, the thugs froze in hesitation before one of them blurted out: "What the hell are you blabbering about, you crazy bitch?" Without flinching, they charged forward to resume their brutal assault. But with a swift and graceful spin, the busty dangerbabe unleashed a devastating roundhouse kick, sending one attacker flying into his comrades like a ragdoll. The ground trembled as a disordered pile of bodies scattered across the dirty pavement.

"Are you losers ready to talk?" taunted the blonde, only to witness the thugs get back on their feet once again, fuelled by their audacity to challenge her. Stormie Mc Blonde danced around an incoming chain, effortlessly sidestepped a flurry of punches, and deftly parried a sharp knife aimed for her throat. The foolish thugs stood no chance against her expert combat skills. One by one, they crumbled to the ground, writhing in pain as their intentions crumbled into insignificance.

"You don’t want to talk?" asked the MILF again, her high heels gracefully navigating through the weapons scattered across the cold pavement. "We'd rather die!" roared one of the thugs angry as he scrambled to his feet again. "Yea!", yelled another, adding: "and what do YOU bring to the table exactly, HARLOT?" Stormie Mc Blonde's patience was wearing thin: I... cannot believe you have the nerve to call me that," she whispered angry, before raising her voice: "I offer you, LOWLIFES, the chance to experience daylight again!"

The first thug was now approaching the dangerous blonde, screaming: "Shut the fuck up bitch! ", adding: "Once the Shiv wins, and he will, you'll lose your job, and we'll be unstoppable". A wicked grin spreads across the face of another gang member as he taunted, "You need us, HELLCAT!"

Stormie Mc Blonde did not like the direction this was taking. "Just tell me what I need to know to connect Zane to this robbery”, she said in a menacing tone. But the thug in front of her just let his eyes slid up and down her buxom body, as a grinning leer spread across his face. Then, getting even closer, he whispered in her ear with a sickeningly sweet tone: "I'm sure we could come to some kind of arrangement, SLUT."

Stormie Mc Blonde narrowed her gaze as her full metallic pink lips twisted into an angry sneer: "What are you implying, PIG?" He directed his eyes into hers, as he responded mockingly: "If your serve my DICK, I will tell you everything, SLUT."

The ruthless MILF had a brief soul-searching before she decided that her desire to bring down Zane outweighed her pride. This was, after all, a small price to pay compared to letting a dirty mafia boss become mayor of the city she had sworn to protect.

In a fleeting instant, she glanced at his strong, black chest covered in a thick gold chain, before looking down at his loose jeans that suggested he wasn't wearing any underwear. She also couldn't ignore the noticeable bulge forming in his dirty pants. Tilting her head back and raising her chin high, she retorted with aggression: "Fine! If that's how you want it, you despicable criminal, I'll do whatever it takes to bring down Zane!"

The gang of criminal thugs stood in disbelief as Stormie Mc Blonde fearlessly trailed the muscular hunk around a dimly lit street corner. They soon reached a secluded spot where the black thug turned to face the superior MILF. Stormie Mc Blonde could sense the criminal believed he held all the power in this exchange. But she had endured far worse in her relentless pursuit of justice.

The thug's rough voice dripped with malicious intent as he gestured towards his crotch, commanding the blonde before him: "Now get on your knees and show me what a filthy whore you can be." With a calm yet determined expression, Stormie Mc Blonde fell gracefully to her knees. The thought of having to degrade herself for information made her stomach churn, but she knew it was necessary.

Her beautiful face twisted into a snarl as she gazed up at him with steady eyes. In a voice that brook no argument, she retorted: "Let's get one thing straight, criminal scum. This is not pleasure or submission, this is a business transaction. And once I have the information I need, you and your pathetic gang will be nothing but forgotten garbage rotting away in a cold prison cell."

Her fingers with long pink nails unbuttoned his dirty jeans. The fabric was worn and sagging so much that as soon as she had undone the button, it tumbled down to the thug's knees. A massive black dick sprung out, smacking her in the face with its force. The contrast of his dark skin against her pale complexion was striking as she gazed at his impressive member, glistening with pre-cum in the dim light with every twitch and pulse.

With a sudden, fierce determination, the black stud grabbed Stormie Mc Blonde by the back of her head and pressed her snarling lips against his cock. Giving in to the inevitable, she obediently lowered her head. The danger-MILF began to deep-throat the villain's dick, her lips forming a perfect seal around his shaft. Each time she managed to take him further down her throat, metallic pink lipstick rings were left behind, marking new records as she pleasured the criminal cock.

With a disturbing grin, the bully's actions shifted from crude to savage. He grabbed fistfuls of Stormie Mc Blonde's blonde hair, yanking her head down onto his throbbing member with brutal force. She choked, desperately trying to breathe as he pounded into her mouth with aggression. Her wide eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down her face as trails of mascara stained her cheeks.

For what seemed like an eternity, the bully's primal grunts and groans filled the dirty alley as he savagely thrusted himself deeper and deeper into Stormie Mc Blonde's mouth. She gasped and gagged, struggling to maintain balance against his relentless onslaught.

Finally, with a triumphant roar, he came, sending spurt after spurt of hot, sticky sperm down her throat. When he finally let go, she fell forward, spitting out the vile taste as she screamed: "You despicable ANIMAL!"

With a sharp inhale, Stormie Mc Blonde regained her composure and gracefully rose to her feet. Her finger with a long pink nail shot out like an accusatory arrow, pointed directly at the thug. With authority in her voice, she commanded: "Now, tell me everything you know!" The intensity of her gaze could have cut through steel as she awaited his response.

But the bully was not swayed: "Who said I'm satisfied, WHORE?" His voice dripped with lust as he once again grabbed hold of Stormie Mc Blonde's long hair. With a sickening grin, he pulled her towards a nearby brick wall covered in vulgar graffiti. As they reached the wall, he slammed her against it, growling: "You'll get nothing from me until you've earned it with your pussy!"

With a violent and sudden motion, the thug's rough hand clamped onto the delicate fabric of her white blouse, tearing it open. The sound of buttons clattering against the pavement echoed through the alleyway. The MILF's ample bosom, encased in a seductive pink bra, spilled out and dazzled his hungry gaze. His fingers grasped at her crotch with unyielding force as he devoured her neck with rough kisses and bites. To expedite the inevitable, Stormie Mc Blonde swiftly pulled down her skin-tight pants, as she said in a low, menacing tone: "Come on then, you filthy criminal stud. Take what you want, so we can end this."

The criminal’s hot breath seared her neck as he growled: "You sassy bitch," before he violently tore off her bra. His rough hands squeezed her large breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pinched her already hardened nipples. She gasped in agony but refused to give him the satisfaction of resisting.

The thug's powerful body pressed against Stormie Mc Blonde, trapping her between the wall and his bulging muscles. His hands gripped her hips with a bruising force, lifting her up and impaling her on his massive black erection. To preserve dignity, Stormie Mc Blonde turned her head away, grimacing as she surrendered to the brutal violation of her womanhood.

Each brutal thrust ripped through the dangerbabe like a bolt of electricity, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Stormie Mc Blonde clung onto his back, her pink high heels dangling uselessly in the air as she was fucked. "You depraved animal, you savage beast, your monstrous criminal!" screamed the blond danger-MILF. The words choked out between ragged breaths as the thug relentlessly plundered her. And just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, he reached his climax and exploded inside her, flooding her pussy with cum like a raging inferno.

Shortly after, a grin spread across Stormie Mc Blonde's face as she reached for her phone, her long, perfectly manicured fingers tapping at the screen with lightning speed. Her voice was low and menacing as she gave clear instructions: "I need all units to converge on 'Wild Harbour' immediately. Dahir Zane must be caught in the act of collecting payment for the sale of stolen goods. He will be arriving in a white sedan at exactly 11:30pm."

With a satisfied nod, she added “morning after pill” to her calendar, before stashing her phone away, only to pull out a sleek tube of metallic pink lipstick, labelled 'Deep Gold Rose'. Twisting it open, she revealed the shimmering colour within. She applied it to her lips with careful precision, leaving them even fuller and glistening in the dim light of the night.

***

Police captain Stormie Mc Blonde gripped the edge of her mahogany desk with white-knuckled fists as she glared at the city attorney in front of her. Her voice boomed through the room, laced with frustration and disbelief. "What the HELL do you mean the judge doesn't think the evidence is enough to lock up that piece of criminal waste?!" The city attorney shifted nervously, his hands fidgeting with a pen on her desk. He stuttered out a response, as his gaze avoided hers (focusing instead on her huge cleavage): "You see, he's the mayor-elect, after all."

***

With the intensity of a lioness protecting her territory, Stormie Mc Blonde stared down the imposing figure of Dahir, the Shiv, Zane. The notorious mafia boss and newly appointed mayor had barged into her office without so much as a knock, but she refused to let him intimidate her. 

Dahir Zane closed in on Stormie Mc Blonde in long, taunting strides. His chiselled jawline and mesmerizing gaze commanded attention, accentuated by his intricate tattoos and gold jewellery. He stopped inches from her face, grabbing her chin with a forceful, but not crushing grip. "Pathetic," he sneered: "A sex doll pretending that a woman can be a police captain." His voice was laced with sadistic pleasure as he continued: "But you know what might save your job. If you spread your legs for me." A cruel grin spread across his face as he watched the busty MILF recoil in disgust.

Suddenly, with no warning, Stormie Mc Blonde pulled her gleaming gold-plated revolver and pressed it firmly against his neck. Her eyes blazed with determination as she issued a chilling threat: "Keep barking like a dog, and I'll tighten your leash!" Her grip on the gun tightened, emphasizing her words. She then continued in a cold, calculated tone: "Or perhaps I have a better suggestion for you: Resign from office and turn yourself in. After all, that is what any common criminal would do."

With lightning speed, the black thug's hand shot out and clenched around Stormie Mc Blonde's delicate wrist. The feminine police captain was surprised by the sudden move as she felt her wrist being forced up and heard the revolver hitting the floor. But before she could even process what was happening, Zane's snarling voice filled her ears: “You lack leverage, BITCH!”

Stormie Mc Blonde's spit landed on his face, but he welcomed it with a sinister smile. "So, you thought you could outsmart me? Bimbo!" His words dripped with venom as he was running a rough finger along her beautiful face, close to her full snarling lips. "And you know what happens when someone tries to cross the boss?" His breath was hot on her skin, reeking of expensive cologne mixed with the faint scent of sweat and cigarettes. "First they beg for mercy," adding: "Then they beg for more!"

"You think I'll beg, worthless scum?!" Stormie Mc Blonde's scream shook the room as she drove her knee with all her might into his crotch. Dahir Zane doubled over in agony, a guttural groan escaping his lips. The angry MILF followed up with a devastating right hook, which sent Zane flying into the wall. The enraged dangerbabe took on a fighting stance as she challenged the criminal mayor: "If you can defeat me, LOWLIFE, I will not only publicly support you, but become your trophy-wife."

Dahir Zane´s eyes widened in shock as he recovered from the blow and stumbled back to his feet. Stormie Mc Blonde then continued: “But if I win, SWINE, you will not only step down as mayor, but also publicly confess to your despicable crimes!” The proud blonde knew she had to give him something to accept the bargain. Besides, it didn't matter in her mind, she was completely convinced that she would emerge victorious.

Dahir Zane lunged forward, screaming: “Challenge accepted, harlot!”- his intense gaze fuelled by anger and desire to assert dominance, making the air around them crackle with electricity.

With lightning speed, Stormie Mc Blonde dodged his punches and countered with a flurry of her own. She darted around him, her hair swung in an elegant cascade of blonde locks. As Dahir Zane was trying to regain his balance, Stormie Mc Blonde took the opportunity to deliver a swift kick to his midsection, sending him stumbling back against the wall, ones more.

Dahir Zane's muscles rippled as he recovered, his eyes narrowing into slits of fury. He charged at her again, but this time his hand disappeared beneath his jacket before reappearing an electroshock weapon. This dirty trick came as a shock to Stormie Mc Blonde, who collapsed on the floor after he activated the device against her stomach.

As Stormie Mc Blonde tried to get to her feet, still shaken, the brutal criminal took a firm hold of her long blonde hair. He pinned her against the mahogany desk, his hard length pressing into her softness through their clothes.

His other hand ripped open her blouse, sending buttons flying across the room, exposing her huge boobs in a sexy pink bra. Stormie Mc Blonde was grinding her teeth and her free hand with long pink nails clenched in frustration as he roughly handled her. As he began to unbuckle his belt, the MILF steeled herself for rape. But instead, he tore the belt loose from his pants, before taking a step to the side and bringing it down on her round buttocks with a powerful force. The sound of the impact echoed through the room.

"You criminal PIG, you won't get away with this...", Stormie Mc Blonde hissed in fury. It was like the powerful smack brought her back to reality.

Dahir Zane chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her ear. "Oh, but I will get away with this", punctuating his words with a swift slap to one perfect buttock before bringing his belt down hard on the other. "You're such a feisty one," he said, "you need a real man to show you your place!" Stormie Mc Blonde gritted her teeth against the pain as his hand moved faster and faster, dominating her perfect bouncing ass.

In a sudden burst of adrenaline, the thug's tight grip on her hair loosened and his hand frantically searched for a weapon. His fingers closed around a letter opener on the desk and with swift movements, he sliced through the leather fabric of her pants. The exposed skin of her sore buttocks and wet pussy came into view, covered only by a thin pink thong drenched in vaginal fluid.

"You want this, don’t you, you slut?" Stormie Mc Blondes arms trembled against the desk, her fingers digging into the wood as she tried to push herself up. But Dahir pushed her back down, causing her ample breasts to bounce and her stiletto-clad legs to spread wider. The black stud unzipped his tight pants, revealing a massive, throbbing cock slicked with pre-cum. His thick cockhead breached her pussy lips, spreading them wide, before pushing deeper inside.

Stormie Mc Blonde gasped in shock as he began to thrust into her cunt, his hips slamming into hers with full force. “YOU PIG! You will rot in prison for this!” The dangerbabe moaned and cursed, unable to resist or escape as he ravished her. The criminal just kept fucking her, filling every crevice of her insides with his big black cock.

Stormie Mc Blonde felt like she was being torn apart by his brutal thrusts against the mahogany desk, creaking beneath them, adding to the primal rhythm of her violation. He slammed into her again and again, each thrust harder than the last, driving deep into her soaked pussy. Stormie Mc Blonde wanted to hate every second of it, but her body betrayed her, responding with wet heat and need as he fucked her senseless. It was like a drug taking hold of her body and mind, clouding all rational thought.

The proud police captain's body convulsed with pleasure, her eyes rolling back as she was getting near the peak of an explosive orgasm. She cried out in ecstasy, aching for the intense release that only submission could provide:" Ahhh, …you…you vile, ahhh… dirty…, no-good…, evil…, criminal, …stallion…. ahhh…breed me! tame me! make me your bitch!"

Dahir Zane slammed her deeper and harder than anything he had ever fucked, until he had an eruptive orgasm. He sent blast after blast of criminal potent cum deep inside her. As he did, Stormie Mc Blonde was screaming in ecstasy stimulated delirium: “Oh… oh, … I’m CUMMMMINNNNNGGGG!!!!”

***

A few weeks later, Stormie Mc Blonde was standing in the kitchen of the mayor's mansion, roasting steak.

The soft, silky fabric of her turquoise dressing gown clung to every curve and accentuated her feminine form. Her ample bosom spilled out of a pink lace bra, drawing attention to her cleavage. Her blond hair was styled in large rolls, adding height and glamour to her appearance, as she confidently strutted on a pair of pink six-inch heels that clicked against the tiled floor.

Suddenly, the door banged open. Dahir Zane staggered through, in an obviously drunken state. His muscular chest was bare except for the mayor's chain draping across it. He wore tight-fitting grey suit trousers and polished brown dress shoes. In one hand, he held a half-empty bottle of liquor, while he casually puffed on a cigar with the other.

Stormie Mc Blonde's fingers with long pink nails, also showcasing a sparkling wedding ring, curled tightly around a platter of half-burnt steaks, as she began to carry it in the direction of her criminal husband. Her full lips, panted up with metallic pink lipstick, peeled back in an angry snarl, as she held her head high and glared menacingly at the smelly figure who was in the process gulping down booze straight from the bottle.

Now that Stormie Mc Blonde was no longer in a state of orgasmic delirium, she hated her new situation and especially her evil husband. She dropped the plate onto the kitchen table, saying angry: "dinner is served, you pathetic criminal drunkard!"

After emptying the bottle in one last gulp, followed by a loud burp, Dahir Zane opened his belt buckle as he snorted: " Shut the fuck up, BITCH - or I'll sell you off as a prostitute”.

The smoky kitchen was filled with the sound of sharp, echoing smacks as Dahir Zane's leather belt repeatedly struck against Stormie Mc Blonde's perfectly sculpted ass. A couple of large turquoise hair rollers rolled across the floor as he gripped her blonde hair tightly and pulled it back, disciplining his trophy-wife.

Stormie Mc Blonde took her spanking like a true dangerbabe. Only a few moans and swear words escaped her snarling lips, like "bastard" and “male chauvinistic pig”.

Stormie Mc Blonde's cursing became somewhat louder and echoed through the grand halls of the mansion, as she was dragged up the staircase. She was then thrown onto their lavish king-sized bed, sinking into the soft mattress. But before she could even catch her breath, the drunk Dahir Zane had pinned her down and began to rape her in the most degrading way possible - missionary. With each forceful thrust, her body convulsed and twisted while her enormous breasts bounced and jiggled.

Dahir Zane grinned wickedly as he violated his wife's body once again. The stench of alcohol and tobacco clung to him like a second skin, mingling with the sweet aroma of her perfume. Stormie Mc Blonde squeezed her eyes shut, desperate to escape her new reality.

But even behind long lashes, she couldn't escape the glint of her signature lipstick on the dressing table across the room - "Deep Gold Rose". It served as a reminder of how she had willingly prepared for this moment, painting up her full snarling lips, knowing all too well that any display of defiance would lead to yet another night of domestic discipline and ravishment.

As much as Stormie Mc Blonde despised Dahir Zane, there was a desperate longing for his savage seed to take root inside of her. With each thrust of his massive black cock into her pussy, a fiery lust ignited within her that she couldn't resist. All she could do was twist her glistening lips back into an exaggerated grimace of disgust and take it - devalued to a raped trophy-wife.