This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Grimme City and all Superheroines are creations of Don Ship. The villains are mine.
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Grimme City’s fight club chapter 1: The Purple Avenger
By Janny654
The finishing blow
The Purple Avenger slowly crept through the late night streets. Tonight she would bring an end to Grimme city’s newest wannabe gang leader.
She was dressed in her superheroine outfit, a pair of knee high heeled boots, her elbow length opera gloves, a strapped bra and thong, and of course her mask to keep her identity safe, all in dark shades of purple. Along her neck was her beloved silver choker with her Superheroine insignia upon it and a white belt was held snug against her small waist keeping her variety of gadgets.
Some would say heroines dressed far to provocatively but she felt it helped hide their identity, there were two reasons for this. First a superheroine is more powerful the more sexually frustrated they are as part of their Valkyrie gift. The second reason was a little more subtle, she smiled to herself after all the assistant D.A. Tanika Grayson would never be out in public in this outfit.
At the end of the street was an old rundown building, not an uncommon sight in the defunct labour district. This one however looked like it had been abandoned years ago and no one ever bothered to buy it up. According to her very reliable eyes in the underworld this was just a front for its sinister purpose.
Using her lock pick she was able to open the front door and quietly made her way to the basement room.
Ever since Grimme city’s latest string of victories someone was desperately trying to move drugs and weapons into the city.
Her fellow superheroines had struck a huge blow to the biggest mobster family in the city, the Sambino’s. Their sex slave ring had been crippled by Ms Patriot but as often happens when one gang loses power lots of smaller ones try to fill the space.
The newest little gang had come to the city a couple of weeks ago, owned by the Madam ‘Jackpot,’ her real name was Tanya James. She was as terrible at leading her gang as she was naming herself.
The Heroines made short work of her initial attempts to gain power as soon as she had arrived. It was time for the Purple Avenger to deal the killing blow.
In her alter identity Tanika had managed to expose her drug trading partners and completely froze Tanya’s bank account halting all of her illegal dealings.
Yet this little gang leader had eluded capture, not enough evidence could be gathered for the police to gain a warrant.
Well where the D.A. Assistant couldn’t go her superheroine self the Purple Avenger could.
The basement door was far more advanced than anything else in the building, not a problem for an experienced super heroine but clearly someone was hiding something.
Opening it up she ran down the stair flight leading to a very long corridor. So long in fact that Purple Avenger was sure she was no longer below the abandoned building. At the end was a large double door guarded by a large muscular man.
With no place to hide or sneak past in the corridor the Purple Avenger just stood straight and walked calmly towards him.
When he saw her step into the light he seemed unsure. Scratching his head looking towards the sexy dark skinned woman walking towards him.
One of his hands pulled out a pistol and pointed it at her.
“Who are you? What ya doing here?” He said never lowering his weapon.
Without breaking stride the Purple Avenger kept walking head held high. “I’m the new talent.” She said to him in a sultry tone.
“Huh? Er I need to call the boss, one sec.” He said lowering his gun.
She stood next to him by the time she stopped. “Sure thing big guy.” She whispered to him.
Leaning forward she quickly punched him in the stomach as he doubled over from the hard blow she kicked him hard in the head sending him crumbling up to the door.
The old one two knockout. Purple Avenger thought to herself. It was a move every heroine would have to learn if they hopped to stay active in this city.
Even a large man was no match for a superheroine’s strength he would be out cold for hours.
Dragging him away from the door she prepared to enter. Whatever Tanya was doing here it would end, at best she would catch the gang leader here at worst she would destroy her operation so fully that she would have to flee Grimme city.
Opening the door slowly she peeked in, she was surprised at how enormous the single room was, it must have been the size of a stadium and it was all built underground somehow. Across her in every direction where rows upon rows of seats all pointed to the centre of the ring, they were almost completely empty save for maybe a dozen people.
In the centre a large spotlight was shining on a wrestling ring, it was elevated on slightly above chest height with rope barriers separating it from the floor. Two muscular men very slowly circled each other in the ring neither making a move to fight.
Above her directly opposite to where she stood was a large glass box where she could see the outlines of two women looking down at the ring.
An illegal fighting arena, Purple avenger cracked her knuckles with a smile, she was looking forward to shutting it down.’
Fight or flight
Tanya stood in her masculine business suit,a black blazer over a white shirt with a dark tie for completion. She was inside her dusty, dirty, rundown ‘VIP’ box staring at the pathetic display of a fight in her arena. “Why are they just circling each other? Throw a punch!”
She went over to her little desk where her laptop kept track of their online viewers. It was in the single digits, matching their audience numbers.
Her partner entered the room, wearing a short black dress with a large v neck exposing her cleavage.
“Heya Ace, have a seat, enjoy the fight.”
“Don’t call me that, just call me Mira.” She slowly came to her and placed her hands over her own.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like your criminal name.”
Mira sighed than looked Tanya straight in the eye. “It’s over.”
Tanya took a moment, than smiled back at her. “Oh ye of little faith.”
“Tanya, we need to leave, this underground fight arena has failed.”
“Just give it time.”
“We did, first it was, ‘wait for opening night,’ when that was a bomb it was, ‘wait for word of mouth.’ We’ve waited it’s not working we’re out of money.”Mira was careful to use the word ‘we’, she didn’t want her lover thinking she was blaming everything on her.
“We had a few setbacks sure but we just need one big win.”
“Setbacks? This city has been a disaster. We thought it would be easy. Move in during the Sambino’s fall and fill a niche. Well it’s been a non stop battle, the rich in this city shut down all our money makers, the drug trade, the weapon smuggling. Worse yet they sic their pet superheroines on our operations.”
“Yeah that Assistant D.A sure has it in for us. You think she was offended by that bribe I offered her?”
“It doesn’t matter! We owe money to some people who are very soon going to figure out they are never getting it back. Look I already packed your things you just need to grab your suitcase and follow me.”
“Leave? I, no I don’t think we should.”
Mira looked down at their depressing arena, no wonder it was so easy to secure, the place was just a money sink.
Tanya was her lover and a dreamer but lately she was just an optimist never facing the reality of their situation.
Her eyes wandered over the entrance, “Who the hell is that?”
“Who?” Tanya stood next to her. “The one in the purple?”
“Purple? Oh shit!” She recognised the short dark haired in the purple bikini easily enough.
Mira rushed over to the small desk and hit the button by the microphone. “Heroine in the arena!”
The less than dozen audience members all got up and looked over, at once they bolted for the lone exit. Right into the Superheroine’s fists.
“Whoa don’t panic.” Tanya said walking around to her desk.
“Don’t panic?! There's a heroine right there, right now. We are so fucked. Maybe we can sneak past her?” She hit the button again. “Oy Winkist, Dinkist don’t just stand there go get her!” She screamed to their only two fighters.
She looked back over the arena, Purple Avenger was already in the ring beating the crap out of them.
“Fuck, fuck, come on let’s get going.” She said panic creeping up, the only way out was back through the arena.
“One sec love, just got to grab some things.” Tanya opened a draw and pulled out a bottle and rag along with a small taser.
“Fuck really?! Chloroform? A taser? You are never going to get a chance to use those.”
“Not with that attitude!” She said with a wink. “Right let’s get going.”
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In the ring itself Purple Avenger was easily handling the two so called fighters. With a precise punch to the stomach the first went down against the turnbuckle.
The second grabbed her from behind, his arms buckled around her waist and lifted her off her feet. He suplexed her hard crashing her head onto the mat.
“Got you bitch!” He said clearly pleased with himself.
Purple Avenger got right back up, shook her head a little and smiled. “Oh was that supposed to hurt?” She came at him, “My turn.” Grabbing his flailing arms she headbutted him, while dazed she picked him up easily, “Let me try.” She turned him over for a hard piledrive on the mat.
He looked out cold, shaking her short hair out of her eyes she looked over the large empty stands where she saw two women creeping along the edges towards the exit.
“Well hello there, you wouldn’t happen to be Tanya would you?” She said to them.
“Shit,” one of them muttered.
“That’s me, I’m Tanya. Nice to meet you.” The other one waved at her.
“Tanya you are under arrest for drug smuggling, weapon selling, and now for this little fight club of yours. Why don’t you come over here and make this easy on yourself.”
The one who said she was Tanya just shrugged and started walking towards her. Her partner hesitantly followered.
When they had climbed into the arena Tanya held out one hand with the other behind her back. Obviously hiding something. “Care to shake my hand?” She asked her.
In a flash Tanya whipped out her other arm and in that instance it was caught by the Purple Avenger. She held her wrist and twisted it away from herself. A taser was held in Tanya’s grip, the Purple Avenger raised an eyebrow looking at her.
“Er heh can’t blame a girl for trying right? Wow your fast.”
“I’m a surpriour women, fast and strong enough to beat criminals like you who try to profit on others misery.”
“Hey I haven’t had a profit since I got to this city thanks to your scantily clad arse. Why don’t you put those big tities of yours to use and owf- ”
Purple Avenger kicked her hard in the stomach sending her to the floor.
“How about you?” She said turning her back to Tanya looking to the other women.
“Unlike my love here I know when I’m beaten.” She said putting her hands up in the air.
“Good than I am taking both of you with me, I hope in prison you think about your life you are living and fo-AHH” As she was speaking Tanya had quietly got back up and from behind untied Purple Avenger’s bra. Her huge dark breasts bounced down.
“Pervert.” She sneered turning back round ready to throw a good punch.
Once she turned Tanya held something very cold pressed up against her naked breast. She looked down and saw the black taser in her hand.
“Don’t.”
WIth a wicked smile Tanya pressed the button sending an agonising jolt of electricity straight into Purple Avenger’s breast. The shock was so bad it made her entire tit jump from the current.
The woman behind her saw her chance and kicked the superheroine’s knees out from under her.
Purple Avenger fell to the floor, at once Tanya leaped onto her chest and sat her weight down on her.
Smiling she pulled out a damp cloth down on the superheroine’s face.
It didn’t take a genius to guess what it was. Chloroform, a well known weakness of superheroines who were highly susceptible to drugs.
Holding her breath she began lifting Tanya of her chest.
“Oh no you don’t.” Tanya said with a cruel smile and painfully pinched the heroines exposed nipple.
The other woman stood by her legs that were trying to kick Tanya off. With a laugh the stranger woman lifted one leg high and stomped it down hard on Tanika’s defenceless crotch.
Purple Avenger let out an involuntary gasp, breathing in the chemical her world went blank.
Persuasive
Everything felt so surreal to Mira, the fight happened to fast and was over just as fast. She dimly remembered carrying the unconscious body of a gorgeous dark skinned half naked babe up the stairs. Now she just stood barely hearing herself trying to explain to her lover how they should proceed.
Tanya and her were sat in their office , well Tanya sat there was only one chair. Tanya was just sitting at her desk eyes on that laptop screen. The unconscious heroine had the damp cloth left on her face, she lay topless on the floor. Her all important belt with its variety of gadgets was safely on the table.
Her lovely big breasts slowly rose and fell as she took each breath.
Mira was concerned about how Tanya was so unfocused.
“Have you been listening to a word I said?”
“Huh?” She said not taking her eyes from the screen. “Yeah Mexico, not my kind of country.”
Mira walked up to her after giving another fearful glance to the heroine.
“Maybe I can put this in a way that you can understand.”
“Hit me.”
“We need to sell her.” She pointed to the sleeping beauty. “Maybe earn some goodwill from a mob boss maybe just enough to get us out of here. We got a stroke of good luck knocking her out let’s not waste it.”
It was logical, the most sensible plan the two of them could make.
“Nah.”
“Really? We get a titan titted bombshell and you don’t want to capitalize on that?”
“Oh but I do.” She said turning the laptop around. “This is our usual viewers.” She pointed to the tiny little graph. “This is our viewers when Purple arrived.” There was a noticeable jump, they went from under a dozen to over six hundred in a minute. “Here is where she started fighting our losers.” The bump went up to the thousands. “And this was moments after she went topless.” Tanya said pointing at the high point, over sixty thousand views. Word of mouth spread fast indeed.
“Okay good numbers, better than we ever did but that doesn’t translate to money.”
“It will if we can deliver again next week, a topless wrestling superheroine. Just think of the subscribers! Think of what we could make her do for us, our very own super sex slave.”
“I don’t even think we can keep the lights running to next week!”
Mira sat down on the floor there was no furnishing in the room apart from the one chair and desk her lover had taken.
“It won’t work. She’s going to escape, a friend of hers will rescue her, that fucking crusading D.A assitant will kick our door down by then.”
“Tricky sure, think of it as a spin on the roulette wheel. So much risk but we could get the big prize.”
“This is just like a spin on the wheel. The roulette is the worst thing you can gamble on, the house always wins.”
“Some people win.”
“That’s how they get you, they give you the illusion you can win, the odds are too far against you. It’s like a 1 in 35 chance. The house only makes money if you lose so it’s made to keep you losing.”
“Than we just have to be the 1 in 35!”
“AH it doesn’t work like that, what you want to do is spin the wheel every week and win the jackpot every week. The house is going to win and take you for everything unless you sell her and run off with me.”
Tanya made those puppy dog eyes. “I thought you wanted this, I can’t do this by myself.” She fluttered her eyelashes at Mira. “Please take the spin with me.”
Mira felt her own defenses falter. She looked at the beautiful Purple Avenger, her huge breasts, that adorable short haircut, it would be wonderful to have her at their beck and call. Dress her in embarrassing clothes, give her tattoos and piercings with her helpless to choose. Taking one last deep breath she looked back to her lover. “Okay Tanya we chase one last dream.”
“Great! Knew you would come around.” She said getting out of the chair and giving Mira a long passionate kiss.
“Just one last thing, call me Jackpot.”
Morning Glory
Waking up from their single bed the naked Mira untangled herself from Tanya whom had managed to sleep on her arm.
Her blond love looked so peaceful asleep, she would need the rest. Capturing a superheroine had ignited the passion in them again, they both went to bed at midnight and didn’t go to sleep until three in the morning.
Which was a good reason for a shower, Mira went to the little side room and gave herself a good hard clean until her skin sparkled.
After toweling off she returned to their bedroom, feeling far more awake she noticed the mumbling squiming heroine on the floor.
The Purple Avenger was tied securely, her arms were bound by their forearms behind her back, her legs had several ropes wrapped around them keeping them straight and together. Tied to her inner thigh a hitachi magic wand was pressed up against her sex and buzzed loudly, vibrating against her.
She couldn’t talk, Tanya had shoved her panties into her mouth as a quick gag.
The only clothes she now wore were her long purple heeled boots, opera gloves and her purple mask.
She squirmed moving her tied up body up and down like a worm. Looking ridiculous lying on her belly facing towards one of the walls. She had been like this all throughout the night, Mira had to get up late at night just to change the batteries on her sex toy to keep her aroused. That was important to her brainwashing, she had to keep her aroused or she might regain her super strength.
Mira stepped around until she was at her head, it was a strange exciting feeling. She was a very private person, never letting anyone but Tanya see her naked yet looking down at the superheroine she felt so much power it didn’t matter.
She would have to thank her lover later if Tanya didn’t encourage these risks she never would get these highs.
Mira looked through the mask, tired red eyes look up at her.
“Morning slave, did you sleep well?” She mocked her.
Blissful eyes stared at her, Mira realised she had involuntarily taken a step back in fear.
“Oh, I see let’s leave you there a few more hours than.” She waved to her naked captive.
A hand reached behind her and gently caressed her left breast. “Morning Ace.” The sleepy voice of her lover came. She turned to see the lovely blue eyes of her Tanya.
She has such soft hands. Mira placed her hands on her lover and let her glide them over her body.
“How’s our new fighter?”
“Mhmm, sleepy and aroused.”
“Maybe we should let her rest?”
They both laughed at that.
“The curse of the Valkyria,” Mira mused. She had to explain to her lover how they believed the curse worked. “If we can keep her sexual active long enough we might be able to shape her mind to something more useful to us.”
“Yeah, that's what happened to Rising Star in Pine City.”
“That’s right, went from stopping corruption to turning tricks on the streets.”
The Purple Avenger was moaning loudly as the hitachi wand worked its magic.
What must it be like to be in her position Mira mussed, bound and helpless as two wicked women abused her body.
She had always had a dominant side, making someone helpless and controlling their every action was a thrilling experience. To do so to a powerful superheroine was intoxicating.
Tanya squatted down next to their captives head.
“She has such lovely eyes.” Tanya said coming up so close to their captive they were touching.
“What are you thinking?”
“That she would look great with some cum on her face.”
Gloryhole training
Jackpot was feeling a buzzing high she had never felt before.
Wearing one of her secondhand business suits, she was stroking the captured heroines hair.
They left the wand tied around her thigh pointing to her pussy buzzing happily.
The Ebony Avenger was knelt next to a well graffitied wall with a small circular hole cut at waist height.
It smelled terrible but it was worth putting up with to humiliate their slave.
“You,” Jackpot whispered into her ear. “Have been receiving pleasure all night. It’s time to start giving.”
Ebony Avenger shook her head, even after being sleep deprived for over a day and sexual stimulated all night she was defiant to them. “No.” She told them.
“I will not be demeaned like this, you will untie me and surrender.” Her demand would have sounded more threatening if she didn't have a Hitachi wand shoved next to her naked pussy causing a soft moan every few minutes.
Ace reached for her mask, this got her attention. “Wanna keep the mask on? Do as we say, it’s just a little cock you can handle it.”
It was the one thing they could still take from her, they had her freedom, her body but not her identity it was the only thing they could still snatch away and she knew it.
“Fine, fine. Just leave my mask on please.” She sounded so tired and beaten already.
“Less talking more sucking.” Jackpot said.
Reluctantly the Ebony Avenger moved her head towards the hole.
Jackpot knocked on the wall. “Bring on the dicks!”
The first cock came through, a disappointingly small thing, Jackpot shrugged and figured she could just work her way up though.
WIth Ace having one hand behind the heroines head she gently guided the Avenger’s head and soon had her wonderful purple lips around the little shaft. There was a clear reluctants but once her lips met the little stick her tongue came out and around the dick.
Jackpot knelt next to the Avenger and whispered a few new truths into her sleep deprived mind.
“You love cock, mhmm, you love being ordered to suck cock. Yummy, you love your mistress giving you over to suck cock. Yes, you are a cock sucker. My little cock sucker. You love cock.
You love your owner, you love me. You are a cocksucking loser.”
The heroine’s reluctance slowly faded as Ace used her skillful fingers on her pussy helping the wand bring the Ebony Avenger to sexual bliss.
“You love sucking and fucking, you exist to fuck and suck who I tell you to. You love me. I am your owner. You are my loser, my cocksucker.”
After a few minutes Jackpot saw the telltale signs, the little erection got just a bit bigger and it pulsed. She pulled the defeated heroines head off just inches from the penis. “Mouth open.” She ordered as she used her free hand to finish pumping the penis.
“Come on, on her face.” Jackpot urged, watching with delight as white globs hit the Avenger’s face. Leaving a long white string of cum across her mask towards her mouth.
“Good job!” Jackpot congratulated the exhausted slave.
She turned to the hole and said, “fuck off penis, next one please.”
Without being told the tired and beaten down Avenger moved her face towards the hole as Ace and Jackpot held hands watching.
“She’s really getting into it now.” Ace commented.
Jackpot felt such a thrill tingle over her body, humiliating a superheroine, having one at her command gave her such a sense of power she had never had over anyone.
“So think she’s ready for her big event?” She asked Ace as their little Avenger went down on a third cock. She didn’t need any prompting this time.
“Honestly we can’t afford it, the loan sharks are going to be in the audience and if they don’t like what they see we may be working in Sugar Town, street level.”
Ace was always such a worrier, always needing a push to live the exciting life. Honestly if it was up to her they would just be working in a coffee shop.
“Than our naked Avenger better be a crowd pleaser.”
Main event
Tanika walked unsteadily, she wasn’t sure where she was but it was bright and loud.
She hadn’t had more than a few hours sleep this past week.
And the sexual stimulation had been nonstop, exhausting her each day.
She looked down, she was walking on a huge dirty white matt. To her sides where rope barriers. A bright spotlight shone down on her blinding her from what was beyond the barrier it was all just shadows to her.
Her memories of how she got here were a blur, there had been those two women whom she had come to capture. She failed they took her. Than a lot of sex, wonderful wicked sex.
She shouldn’t be smiling but she could not stop herself, after years of denial being used for sex was a shameful but pleasurable experiance.
Something was wrong with her clothes. Was she the Ebony Avenger right now? She felt mostly naked.
A loud voice came from a distorted microphone.
“There she is Gentlemen, the eye does not lie, that is the one and only Topless Avenger!”
Several dozen voices jerred and made whooping noises all around her.
Looking down she saw her large breasts were indeed exposed. She didn’t understand why, she spun around, who where these people? Where was she? Was that voice her owner. No she didn’t have an owner did she? Someone who made her feel horny and dominated her. Was she a heroine?
“That’s it girl give use a twirl!” The voice boomed out. Tamika found herself standing tall and slowly turning. She knew she was used to obeying it.
“But can such a heroine handle two opponents at once? For our first Superheroine fight we have two of the roughtists, toughtist, ruthless brawlers in Grimme city give it up for Bob and Steve!”
There was a little clapping from the darkness. Across from her two average looking men climbed into the arena with her.
A fight! She had to fight for her owner? She needed to fight so she could sleep?
She wobbled on her feet everything seemed so loud and bright.
A plainly looking man in shorts shuffled towards her with his fists up.
Tanika moved into a defensive fighting stance. Watching her eyes she knew he would be no trouble he was constantly looking from her eyes to her exposed tits to her fists. He had no idea what he was doing.
A threw a punch towards her it was wide and easily caught, Tanika caught him by the wrist and threw him over the side of the arena in one quick movement.
Laughter erupted from the crowd.
Before she could turn to see her first opponents body hit the floor the second man was upon her.
A flurry of punches came her way, she ducked and dived and used footwork to maneuver around the arena mat. It was no good, she was so tired and weak from last week, several of his punches hit her.
She grimaced with every successful mark on her, where was her power belt?
The crowd were cheering her defeat, they whooped with every punch finding its mark on her dark skin.
She had to win, she had dealt with hundreds of amateurs like this before what was one more?
Planting her feet she braced her legs as he came with another punch she let him hit her so she could get him closer.
His blow landed on her bare stomach she endured the pain easily and caught him in the jaw with a hard punch sending him stumbling to the ground.
She panted hard, she shouldn’t be this tired from a few minutes but this week had been so long and hard.
“Got cha big girl,” A voice came behind her, her arms where pinned to her sides by the fist man from the arena, the one she had thrown and forgotten about.
In her weak state he was strong enough to keep her arms pinned to the side with her struggling to wiggle him off.
The second man, whom she had punched seconds ago got back up to his feet and eyed her with delight seeing how helpless she was.
He groped her large breasts with both hands, kneading them up and down.
The crowd went wild with cheers and whooting.
It was undignified, yet also thrilling to have so many people see her humiliated. She stood exposed and helpless and all she wanted was someone a little stronger who could really pin her.
Her owner wanted her to win however.
With her long stiletto heeled boot she kicked up directly into the man playing with her breasts vulnerable crotch, the force of the blow lifted him off the floor before his girlish scream came.
The man behind her was so shook by the blow he loosened his grip enough for Tamika to bring her foot down on his toes.
As he yelped in pain she spun around and finished him with a high kick to the face.
Both men withered on the floor clearly not in any fighting shape.
“And your winner today is the Topless Avenger! Sorry boys only winners get blowjobs from our champion. Get ready mobsters and creeps for next week’s event will be raunchyer and more perverted than this.”
The announcement voice ended and with it the lights in the ring dimmed.
Tanika was just so tired from it all that she fell to the mat and drifted off into a deep sleep.
Victory
Mira put the sleeping ex-heroine down on the mattress she and her lover shared.
The ‘bedroom’ was really just the worn down V.I.P box with a bed they lived and worked in the same place.
She rubbed her shoulder from having to carry their captive all the way. What was the point of having henchmen if you were just going to use them as punching bags for your superheroine captive.
Tanya was sitting in the one chair of the room with a huge grin on her face.
She was completely naked and by the looks of her she had been enjoying some ‘self love’ while watching their viewer count.
“Can you wake her up?” Tanya asked getting up and walking towards the downed slave.
“I dunno, Jesus she really needs some sleep.” Mira wanted a little sleep herself. She had a meeting with their loan sharks in a few minutes and Tanya was not helping.
“This won’t take long, I need to know.”
“Okay a few minutes.” She picked up the downed ‘Topless Avenger’. Uncorking a smelling salt captured from Purple Avenger’s belt she held it under her nose.
Slowly the ex-heroine’s eyes fluttered open, she tried to rise but was so weak all she could do was look to her owners.
“Jackpot?”
“Great fight babe! You won.” Mira said stroking her cheek. “But it’s time to find out who's behind the mask.” She lifted a finger to the mask.
Tanya held her breath, they were really going to do it, once her identity was known she was theirs forever.
“You-You said If I wo-n” The tired voice tried to get out.
“No, the deal was if you were a loser I would take the mask off. Tell me what are you?”
“A-Ah loser.” She whispered.
“What are you.” Tanya asked gently peeling the mask back more.
She hesitated looking at Tanya’s eyes, she whispered one last time.“Your loser, Jackpot, I’m your loser.”
“Damn right!” She whipped the mask off in one motion.
They all looked in silence for a long minute.
“Oh fuck me sideways, Tanika?! That bitch assistant D.A?! You!” Mira couldn’t believe it. This was the best news ever.
Know when to fold them?
“How’d it go?” She asked Mira. The talk had been going on for hours, must of been so worried.
“The mobsters have agreed to monthly payments with interest, they dropped the interest when I told them we could get the assistant D.A of their backs.”
“You said that? Doesn’t seem smart I mean even a mobster can count two and two.”
“It’ll be fine, we’ll have our toy make a few public appearances and work during the week.”
“Great!”
“But Tanya-”
“Jackpot! My name is Jackpot.”
Sighing and not in the mood to fight she let the dumb name stick.
“Jackpot, Of course there is the threat that if her heroine friends knew Ebony Avenger and the Assistant D.A are the same person we are in for a world of pain.”
“Nah you worry too much these heroines probably keep secrets from each other. I’m like seventy percent sure we’ll be fine.”
“This brings me to our next big problem off do you actually have an idea what this big next event will be?”
“Er not just yet.”
“You did promise bigger and better to our crowd.”
“Yeah, yeah i did, I got time, it’ll be fine.”
“You can’t keep winging it!”
“Why not? I only have to come up with 52 unquie events a year, that’s not so much.”
Taking a deep breath she walked over to punch some reality into her lover’s beautiful face.
“Listen this whole stint and ‘Topless Avenger’ stuff has brought us some time, That’s it just time. Sooner or later we will lose it all, sell this dump along with her and we can make it out. Do you understand this might be our only time to win. You spun the roulette and got a good win but if you spin it again the house is going to kick our broke ass’.”
“Just one more spin.” She said mindlessly looking at her screen.
“Oh God are you insane, what if another one of her superheroine friends comes to get her?”
A wonderfly sinister smile came to Tanya, she was such a beautiful alluring little demon when she looked like that. She looked over to Mira with hungry eyes.
“I hope they do.”
Mira couldn’t hold it in any longer, she was just too irresistible, “fuck it one more spin.” She leapt onto Tanya and kissed her wonderful devious mouth.