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A Delta City Villains Holiday Special pt. 2

by Sigma

The Story So Far: All right, so here’s what happened in case you were takin’ a piss or somethin’. So I, Sunny, am throwin’ a Christmas party at my bar for the city’s villains ‘cuz they’re (mostly) my friends. Texas Star and Azure Angel tried to shake me down, but now they’re part of the décor. Captain KO showed up and brought Americana and Flag Girl, and we’re using the former’s milk so I can make some eggnog. Cap’s got some axe to grind with Panthris, though, on account of she betrayed him and let him get caught by some Saudi prince they were stealing from. I just hope he doesn’t ruin the party. Anyway, the party’s goin’ off without a hitch, which...god dammit...means somethin’ bad’s about to happen, doesn’t it? All right, just keep readin’!

IV

The party’s been goin’ for a few hours now, and Prof Pervo’s had to top off Americana twice now. Everyone’s sucking down the eggnog and the alcohol I put out. Geek’s hammered, so are Stan and Bee. Pervo’s getting there and so are Nightmare Witch and Panthris. KO and Dragon Queen are watching everyone and taking video on the sly.

Angel’s passed out on top of the tree, but still pumping out cum because the vibrator’s still going. Americana’s been slipping in and out of coherence and Texas Star is on her knees, her back and ass covered and cum with more of it dripping from her tits and pussy as the gang took turns going to town on her over the past two hours. The desserts are about half gone, and Flag Girl is laying there helpless, covered in whipped cream, chocolate sauce and Stan’s and Panthris’ cum.

I’m pretty buzzed myself, between the eggnog and the beers I’ve been drinkin’.

Everyone’s havin’ a merry ol’ time until the door bursts open and a gang of three-foot tall, green-skinned terrors start flooding in.

Fuck! Fucking fuck! What’re they doin’ here?!

The Christmas Gremlins, about 10 of ‘em, spread out and start raiding the food and drink, and everyone gets out of their way, shocked and surprise that they’re here.

“Seasons Greetings, stupid apes! Your king has arrived!” King Mischievous makes his grand entrance last, flanked by two other Gremlins who are bigger than the others.

Nightmare Witch slides up next to me. “I’ll summon a few hellhounds to take care of them. They might make a mess, though…” He fist and eyes start glowing.

“Hang on,” I tell her, grabbing her wrist. I almost let her do it until I see the two bigger Gremlins leading someone in by a chain around her wrists.

“Your King comes bearing gifts! For he is a generous and benevolent king!” Mischievous announces. Right behind him, Wolf Woman’s being dragged in, naked except for her mask, with that gorgeous brown skinned bruised up and a look of anger in her eyes. The look on her face sinks when she sees her beaten team members.

“He can stay for now…” I say to Witch. “But keep them hellhounds on deck.”

“You got it, Sunny.”

I approach the King and his guards. “What the hell are you doin’ here, Mischievous? You wasn’t invited!”

“The King requires no invite, Ape with the Funny Accent. The King goes where he wants!”

I huff. “I oughta put my boot up your ass for makin’ fun of the way I talk.” His guards growl at me but I ignore them and look at his captive. “Is that for us?”

Mischievous snaps his fingers and grins and the two Gremlins smack the busty Latina on her plump ass and make her fall to her knees at the King’s side. “She caught us raiding a department store, but we were too clever for her!” He grabs her jaw and squeezes. “And now she’s Christmas fuckmeat!”

I notice, for the first time, dried cum on this muscular brown thighs. She says a long string of cuss words in Spanish and Mischievous hits her with a hard slap that makes me jump and her eyes water. But it does shut her up.

“The King keeps his pimp hand strong!”

I know that’s right. “All right, fine. You and your boys can stay. Put her over there, next to the Hillbilly,” I say, pointing to Texas Star. The big Gremlins then drag the heroine over to the wall to chain her up. “Help yourselves to food and drink and them heroes, but don’t make any trouble or you’re all outta here! Got me?!”

“The King will honor this!”

I know I’m gonna fucking regret this.

*

Didn’t take the little fuckers long to piss on my goodwill. Didn’t take ‘em long at all.

I got alcohol all over the floor, one of the big Gremlins ripped them metal cups off Americana’s tits so he could get the milk right from the source, two of the normal-sized ones climbed the tree, took my vibrator out of Angel and threw it to the ground where it broke - That was my favorite fuckin’ toy! - and now they’re double teaming her. A couple of them jumped Nightmare Witch, hogtied and gagged her so she can’t chant any spells. They even put a bow on her and put her under the tree, where she’s getting dripped on by Angel. King Mischievous is face-fucking Flag Girl and jizzin’ all over what’s left of the desserts! The rest of them are drinkin’ all my good hooch!

Most of these jackasses are too drunk to do anything about it. Geek’s laughin’ his ass off, Dragon Queen’s just recording while she drinks whiskey from the bottle, Pervo and Queen Bee done vanished into the kitchen to fuck, and I ain’t seen KO or Panthris for the past hour.

And here I am, goin’ around tryin’ to keep them from tearin’ my place apart. This is why no one likes working with these damn gremlins!

I grabbed my broom from behind the bar and I been going around givin’ these little bastards a smack, but they just laugh and keep doing what they want. Finally, after having enough, I stomp over to King Mischievous and poke him on the shoulder. He looks back at me, that big cock buried down Flag Girl’s throat.

“Whaddya want, Ape?!”

Flag Girl’s looking at me with her cheeks puffed out and tears in her eyes. “Tell your boys to stop fuckin’ around! Were y’all raised in a barn?!”

Mischievous doesn’t answer. He just blows a raspberry at me.

He blows a fuckin’ raspberry at me!

This little fuckin’ twat!

I hit him hard enough with the broom that I knock him off of Flag Girl. He tumbles to the ground, the head of his stiff cock dripping with cum. He tries to get up but I give him a good pummeling with the broom.

I don’t keep it up too long though, before a bunch of tiny hands grab my ankles. I look down and see the Gremlins working together to pull me down. I swing, trying to knock them off, but one of the big ones runs over and jumps up, tackling me to the floor and the little bastards climb all over me to keep me down.

“Get off!” I yell at them as tiny clawed hands rip my clothes off. “Ey! Cut that out!” It’s no good, they got me pinned down and it’s too many of them, and now here I am, on the cold, sticky floor with my legs spread and my tits out, naked as the day that mean-ass momma of mine birthed me.

One of them little bastards cackles and runs to the tree before coming back with one of the giant plastic candy canes I have as a decoration. “No!” I scream. “Don’t you fuckin’-” but it’s too late. He shoves it inside of me and starts thrusting.

“Ungh...fffuuuck!” That damn thing is stretching me out, and I’m enjoying every second of it. My emotions are flipping between pleasure and wanting to rip these little fuckers’ guts out for doin’ this to me, but I can’t do anything to stop them now.

Dragon Queen’s still over there, laughing her ass off and recording. Geek’s passed out at the bar. Stan’s too busy getting head from Wolf Woman. And...Americana and Texas Star are laughin’ at me!

I can’t do nothin’ but scream in anger, and when I do, King Mischievous jumps on my stomach with his cock standing at full attention. He grabs my tits and massages the tender flesh and pinches my nipples. He then slides his cock in between them.

“Take this, you stupid ape!” he shouts before he starts tit fucking me.

FUCK! This is like the third-most humiliating day of my life!

But even with Mischievous laughing and fucking my tits and one of his Gremlins fucking me with one of my own candy cane, I can’t help but feel the pleasure welling up. It always starts in the pit of my stomach and spreads. It’s a weird, warm, sensation that spreads like fire, to the body and the mind, until I can’t think about anything but the pleasure.

It even starts taking away the anger, and the tension in my muscles relaxes. Even though I don’t want to, I stop yelling curses at these damn Gremlins and I can’t even control what comes out my mouth next.

“Come on, you can go faster,” I say to Mischievous. He grins and does just that, picking up his speed. The one fucking me with the candy cane does the same, and some of the other Gremlins surround us and start jerking themselves off while they watch. God dammit, this is as gross as it is hot. Is this what them damn heroines are always having to deal with?!

Mischievous squeezes my tits hard and takes a few long, deep strokes. The candy cane gets pushed in deeper until it’s in as far as it can go.

“Fuuuuck…!” I cry out. Just then, King Mischievous’ whole body tenses up and he groans.

“No, don’t you fuckin’ do it!” I yell at him, staring at the bulging head of his cock. But it’s too late, a thick, hot, sticky stream shoots like a cannon, all over my face, hair, and into my mouth. He grunts while he empties his balls and I can’t do a damn thing but take it. A good amount of his nut goes down my throat, making me gag while he finally finishes.

At the same time, the one pumping me with the candy cane manages to draw out an orgasm. My thighs quake, my pussy tightens, and it’s another flood, all over my floor. The candy cane then gets pulled out and Mischievous laughs and falls off my stomach and onto the floor. We’re both laying there, breathing heavy and staring at the ceiling, and I can only look on as the Gremlins standing around me finish jerking themselves off and they too unload all over my naked body.

After finishing, they turn around to attend to their deflated king, and I’m left to pick myself up and trudge all the way across my bar. It’s the longest walk of my life and Dragon Queen records the whole damn thing.

I see a stupid, smug look on Americana’s face, that bitch. Stan’s railing Wolf Woman from behind, and that busty Latina’s eyes are rolled back as Stan gets balls-deep into that ass. Texas Star is staring daggers at me and Angel still doesn’t know where she is. Nightmare Witch is squirming underneath the tree, covered in Angel’s dripping cum and more pissed than a wet cat, judging by the look on her face.

I get behind the bar and crack open a bottle of vodka the Gremlins somehow missed. I down half of it in one go, grab a wet towel and clean my face and my tits off, and then I go back under the bar and get my shotgun. The one with the live ammo, not the beanbag gun. I pause and look at Geek, laying his head down on the bar and I put two fingers to his pulse. Yeah, he’s fine.

I check the chamber, take another swig of vodka, and then come back around the bar. “’Ey! Gremlins!”

They turn just in time for me to aim and take the first shot. I aim wide on purpose, just enough to get their attention and put the Fear of God in ‘em. They start hollerin’ and scrambling as I let off round after round. The big ones pick up their king and hustle him out the door and the others all follow behind in a frenzy.

Dammit, now I’ve done shot up my own bar.

“Well done, my dear Sunny! Exercise your second amendment right!”

I look over and see Stan, still fuckin’ Wolf Woman in her ass. He’s naked except for his top hat and he’s panting hard as he gives that sexy Mexican a good railing. I think those are the first words he’s said to me all night. He grabs her dark hair and gives her a good, loud smack on that big ass of hers, and she cries out somethin’ in Spanish.

Dragon Queen walks up to me and holds an empty glass. “Can I bother you for another?”

Before I can answer, the door to the kitchen opens and out come Bee and Pervo, stumblin’, half naked, and gigglin’ to themselves. Bee’s hair is all messed up and Pervo has the biggest grin on his face. They pause, seeing the state of the bar.

“What’d we miss?” Bee asks.

I go behind the bar and grab the knife I use to cut fruit, and I use that to cut Nightmare Witch free. She gets up, furious.

“Those fucking Gremlins are dead!” she rages. She then breathes. “Thank you, Sunny.” She then glares at Dragon Queen. “And you! You just stood there and recorded!”

Dragon Queen just shrugs at her.

“All right, all right, calm your tits, Witchy,” I tell her. “Let’s just all gather at the bar and I’ll see what I got left. No reason to let them little assholes ruin our party.”

Everyone follows me over and I put the gun back under the bar after putting the safety on. Queen Bee leans over Geek and shakes him.

He jumps up right away. “What happened?!”

“We’re drinkin’ some more,” I tell Geek. There’s still a few cases of beer, along with some gin, some rum, some vodka, and some whiskey. I glance over and see Americana is still pumping out milk into the tanks, so I can still make more eggnog too. I fix everyone else’s drinks before drinking right from the vodka bottle.

This place is a fuckin’ mess…

V

I ran upstairs to my apartment real quick and grabbed some fresh clothes before coming back down. Despite all that, we managed to get back into the swing of things. It started with us all swappin’ stories of our favorite time each of us beat and railed Americana, and the bitch was glaring daggers at us the whole time. It’s kinda like a rite of passage around here. The villains don’t take you seriously until you bagged the Queen of Justice herself.

See, I was on a high after havin’ ripped off a big shipment of Bliss from these gangsters from one of them countries that’s like Russia but ain’t Russia. You know the ones. Anyway, I got the Bliss, avoided getting a bunch of bullets in my ass, and I sold the Bliss to some hombres from across the border. Made a cool quarter million after I paid my crew. So I’m in the safehouse I’d been using, enjoying some of the Bliss I kept for myself, along with a few drinks, when she kicks in my door. She was goin’ on about how she was gonna kick my ass and then I was going to prison. I’m sitting there silently panickin’ cuz I don’t think I could even take this bitch in a fight if I was sober. Anyway, she comes stompin’ over to me and I’m like ‘ah shit, guess I’m going to prison. At least I look good in orange,’ but then her dumb ass steps on my dildo that was on the floor, slips, and knocks herself out. I just sat there, looking at this nearly naked superhero stretched out on my floor and I couldn’t believe it. First, I checked to make sure she wasn’t dead, then when I realized she was just knocked out, I tied her up. When she woke up, I made her swallow some Bliss and I had her eatin’ out the palm of my hand, among other places.

To my surprise, none of ‘em ever knew that story, and when I told them, we raised our drinks to Americana and she screamed at us.

And now we’re all havin’ a laugh, swappin’ war stories about nailing these cows, getting our asses kicked by them, and who’s spent the most time locked up (Pervo did almost 6 years back in the day, which ain’t fair because he’s older than all of us except Nightmare Witch).

And now we’re startin’ to get to the point where the night is winding down. Most of the alcohol is runnin’ dry, but no one’s left yet except Panthris and KO – when the hell did they leave, anyway? - and Geek’s passed out again. Even the heroines look like they’ve just resigned for the night and are waitin’ for it to be over now.

All right, I think it’s time I start kickin’ these jerks out so I can start cleanin’ up. I leave them at the bar to finish up and head back to my store room. Before I open the door I hear what sounds like somethin’ smackin’ against bare skin, and then a muffled cry. What the hell?

I push the door open and see right there, suspended from the ceiling, a naked black body, plump ass bright red and quivering after it takes a smack from a riding crop.

Panthris is chained up, completely helpless, with her legs tied to the hooks drilled into the floor. She’s tremblin’ and her butt’s all bruised up as she whimpers. It sounds like she’s got a gag in her mouth.

KO’s standin’ next to her, naked except for his mask and drinking a big bottle of water when he sees me. “Ah, Sunny. Is the party over?”

“It looks like it’s just getting started,” I say while walking around Panthris. Yup, he’s got a ball gag in her mouth and spit’s running down her jaw. Her tits, big and brown and heaving, are covered in dried cum and that tight tummy is rising and falling with deep breaths, but her eyes say she’s out of it.

“Yeah, had to borrow your back room. Sorry about drilling holes in your floor, but I needed anchors,” KO tells me.

“What is all this?”

KO wipes his mouth and points at Panthris with the riding crop. “We pulled a job together a few months ago, stealing from the luxury yacht of Prince Abdul Baari al-Samra while it was docked here in Delta City. It went off without a hitch, until this naughty little kitty purposely tripped the alarm and left me in the Prince’s vault while she escaped with the loot. After the Prince’s guards worked me over for the next two days, they were set on chopping me into pieces and throwing me into the harbor. I had to strike a deal to get his stuff back or deliver to him the real thief,” KO explains.

“So! This is a Christmas present, both to myself and the good prince.” He slaps her hard across the ass with the crop. Her body jerks in the chains and she cries and whimpers.

“He ain’t gonna kill her, is he?”

“Oh, I don’t think so. I’m not sure how up on international affairs you are, but…” KO walks around in front of Panthris and puts a hand on her bare stomach. “The good prince has never met a fertile womb he didn’t like. The prince is only 32 years old and already has nine children. And those are just the legitimate ones with his four wives. No, Panthris will be forced into his harem, where she will ‘entertain’ the prince and likely the members of his entourage, high-ranking military, visiting dignitaries and the like.”

“And you sold him on that?”

“I sure did,” KO says with a grin. “And this too…” He slides his hand down to Panthris’ exposed snatch and begins rubbing. She moans and cries and KO keeps going. Before long, KO pulls his hand back and a cock, about 8 inches long, sprouts out between Panthris’ legs, rock hard and ready to go.

“Oh shit,” I gasp. I see the look KO gives me. “I never get used to that. How’s that even work?”

“I don’t question magic, Sunny,” KO says to me. He then grins. “Shall we?”

I shrug and get down on my knees and move my hair back behind my shoulders. While I do, KO gets behind Panthris and cups her tit with one hand while stroking himself with the other. Panthris looks down me with a beaten look in her eyes, like she’s begging me to help her, but that ain’t happenin’.

I like Panthris well enough most of the time. Like I said, we hooked up a few times. I mean...I don’t fully trust her the way I do, say, Bee or Pervo, because my first successful big score here in Delta this bitch robbed me and nearly got my ass jammed up by the law. Said it was “how we haze newbies here” or some shit. But I found her later, we slugged it out, and we were cool after. I still don’t ever show my back to her, though. So yeah, me and KO are gonna double team her and then her ass is gonna enjoy a new life in the Middle East. Hope she likes sand and the heat.

All right, let’s do this. I ain’t ever met a girl with a cock before, much less sucked a girl off, but...first time for everything, right? I reach up and gently start playing with her balls, and she shudders and wiggles in the chains when I do. I then grip and squeeze them gently, while at the same time I start jerking her off, slowly. I wanna make sure that thing is as hard as possible.

The head is bulging and staring right at me and I lick it a little. Panthris moans in her gag and wiggles in her chains again, and I tease her a little more. She yelps and cries when KO smacks her hard on the ass with his bare hand and I swear she says “Please, no,” under that thing.

Well you ain’t got a say in this, honey.

“You ready back there, KO?” I ask.

“Let’s do this, dollface.”

I wrap my fingers around the thick shaft and kiss it before sliding it into my mouth. Panthris moans, more begging, and then I begin sucking, slow and steady, and she trembles and cries and whines. I feel her body jolt and pull back a little. When I look around, KO has her by those wide hips, and pulls back slightly and gets himself right between those cheeks.

When I go forward, KO goes back and vice versa, and the two of us seesaw back and forth, my with my mouth on Panthris’ cock and KO with his cock in and out of her ass. While I’m slurpin’ her up I can hear KO’s pelvis slappin’ the meat of her ass, and all she can do is beg and cry for us to stop, even as she moans and the heat of her body says she enjoys it.

The chains holding her keep rattling and I keeping toying with her balls with one hand while I squeeze the meat of her thigh with the other. Her cock goes as far back as I can handle and I hold it there for a time, stuffing my cheeks while I lick up every inch of the shuddering shaft with my tongue. Panthris is breathin’ all hard, trying to fight the feelings I’m sure she’s experiencing. I don’t know what I expected, but she actually tastes good! Like, I sucked a lotta dick in my time, and this is top 5, easy. I make sure to take my time, savor every morsel like it’s that apple pie my Grammy Delilah used to make – I miss her.

And as I’m enjoying the taste, Panthris’ cries get louder as KO keeps railing that fat ass, thrusting harder and faster with every passing second. Panthris is trying to fight it, trying to make it stop, but the cum that’s starting to drip outta this cock betrays what she’s really feeling, and I can tell she’s gonna pop soon.

I think KO realizes it too, because he takes a few hard thrusts, and Panthris cries with each one. KO then slaps her hard on the ass. At the same time, I lock my lips around her cock, bobbin’ back and forth and suckin’ as hard as I can. Panthris’ cries get louder, and she shakes and shivers and unloads. It catches me by surprise how fast and hard it comes outs, enough that I gag and pull back, and some of it gets on my face.

It shoots out in a thick, white stream, getting all over the floor and even as Panthris keeps whinin’ and moaning, KO keeps railing her until he grunts, shudders, and I see his eyes roll back as he cums in her ass. His own cum drips out on the floor too in thick puddles, underneath Panthris’ trembling feet and after her balls are drained, she slumps over, drool pours from her mouth, and her body trembles while her cock drips.

KO breathes deep, he’s covered in sweat but glowing. I lick the cum off my fingers after getting it off my face and we look at each other.

“Right,” KO says. “I’ll help you mop up, but then we have to jet. The Prince is expecting us.” He then laughs and smacks her on the ass one more time.

“No…” she says weakly.

“Use the back door,” I tell KO, pointing to the rear exit over my shoulder. “The others might ask too many questions.”

“Sure thing, dollface. Hell of a party!” He then looks around until he sees a palette of bottle water. “Can I have one?”

“Yeah, toss me one too.”

VI

After me and KO mopped up and showered, we went out into the alley behind the bar where two big Arab fellas in suits and sunglasses were waiting. Panthris screamed and fought as they drugged her and put her in the van. KO got in with them and they peeled off and I went back to start kicking the other degenerates out so I can call it a night.

They all eventually trickled out and I managed to get just about everything picked up over the next hour. Now I just have to mop the floor and throw out whatever food can’t be salvaged, then I can go crash on my couch and watch Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph with a bottle of wine before making my charity run tomorrow.

I look at the captive heroines. Angel is still passed on the tree, and Wolf Woman, Flag Girl and Texas Twat are all too exhausted to do anything, so I ain’t gotta worry about them. Americana’s still staring at me. The milker’s turned off - I guess KO will come back for it later - and surprisingly, her tits are still nice and meaty and perky.

I take a minute and pull up a chair next to her and throw an arm around her. “How you doin’ girl?”

“Sunday, let me go now,” she demands. “Make this easy for yourself.”

“Why are you always so damn ornery?” I ask. “This was fun, wasn’t it?”

“I do not call being milked and railed by every villain in the city for six hours fun. Not at all!”

“… Well it was fun for us.” I then look at the tank. “Your milk is very good too.”

She narrows those baby blue eyes at me. “I am very much going to enjoy putting you in prison.”

“Maybe someday, sweetie, but not today.” I look over at her tits and notice something. “Oh, you’re leakin’ hon.” I dab the milk off her nipple and suck it off my finger. Damn. I’m gonna have to refrigerate what’s left in those tanks. I then look at her. “So this makes...three times I’ve beaten you now, right?”

She glares at me. “KO bested me. Not you.”

“Yeah, but he left, and you’re all mine, sugar tits.” I grin and and squeeze her tit. “I’m countin’ this one. And you ain’t even have to slip on a dildo this time.”

Her face turns bright red when I bring that up. “That one doesn’t count either!”

I shut her up by kissing her on the lips and she’s so taken by surprise she goes quiet. I pull back and look at her. “All right, I’ma finish cleanin’ up. We’ll play later.”

A little more time passes and just as I start to get this place looking spotless, the door opens. Damn, I guess I forgot to lock it.

“Sorry, hon, I’m closed til the 26^th,” I say before looking up.

Oh, you gotta be shittin’ me…

Standing right in front of me is that 6-foot-tall, German-speaking, sorry excuse for a cum dumpster. Clad in skimpy red and black leather, with blonde hair tied in two braids, Elsa puts her hands on her hips and looks around.

“This is a pathetic excuse for a Biergarten, no?” she says in that stupid-ass accent. She then looks at me. “I cannot believe this is the place where this city’s criminal element convenes. You should be ashamed of yourself, Frau Sonntag.”

“What the hell do you want, Elsa? This ain’t a Nazi bar. Fuck off!”

“I saw pictures of the party on social media and I wanted to revel with my fellow villains,” she says. She then looks at the heroines. “Ah...this is why I was able to run freely and do as I please today. You have been quite greedy, Frau Sonntag.”

“How many times I gotta tell you my name ain’t Sonntag! It’s Sunday!”

“It is the same word, you dolt! But I don’t expect a product of America’s failed education system to know that.”

“Your ass is lucky Stan ain’t still here, but you keep talkin’ shit and I’m beat you senseless. Now get out.”

She instead starts walking around and I watch her closely, while thinking about going for my gun. I can’t stand this bitch. I first ran into her when I needed to buy a gun, and the dealer turned out be someone working for the Council. Once I got my hands on a nice, big .44 I shot him in his knee on general principle after I saw the swastika tattoo. I was having coffee in a diner later that night when this bitch and some of her soldiers came in wanting to take me out for shooting their guy. We got into a fuckin’ shootout and I managed to take out her soldiers. Then she corners me in the kitchen and we got into a knife fight. To Elsa’s credit, that bitch can handle a knife. Anyway, Omega Woman busts the wall down and I ran while Elsa dealt with her. I’m banned from that diner now.

The Council is a pain in my ass, not only because they’re my competition for dealin’, but because I just fuckin’ hate Nazis. We had a small club of Nazi bikers back in my hometown and they was always causin’ trouble and makin’ us all look like a bunch of backwards white trash. The club leader’s daughter was this big, mean bitch I went to high school with and she and her fuckin’ friends always tried jumpin’ me on the way home. That was how I learned how to fight.

Then, when I got my license I borrowed my daddy’s truck so I could go fuck my boyfriend at the time. I was drivin’ home and just happened to see that bitch and her daddy on their bikes and I ran ‘em both over and kept goin’. Told my daddy I hit a deer and he believed me, though he was a little mad I didn’t load the carcass in the bed so he could carve it up and freeze the meat. I don’t think them two assholes ever walked again.

And now this fuckin’ fascist floozy is walkin’ around my bar like she owns the place. Not today, honey.

“Elsa, I’ma tell you one more time to get lost, then it’s gonna get ugly.”

Elsa walks over to Americana and grabs her jaw. She looks at the milker hooked up to her and smirks before letting her go. She then looks at me. “You have laid with men and women not of the white race, yes?”

“What? What does who I fuck have to do with anything?”

“Answer the question, Frau Sonntag. It is a simple one, even for an American.”

“Yes, I have. I’ve probably fucked every color on God’s green Earth.”

Elsa smirks. “As I thought. Therefore, I will not listen to a shameless whore who lets any subhuman defile her pure Aryan body.”

Oh that is fuckin’ it! I’ma let her keep talkin’ though. I got somethin’ for her.

“I will tell you what is going to happen, Frau Sonntag. I am going to claim this space for the Council and turn into a proper, respectable Biergarten. You will go, willingly or not, to our re-education center in Argentina. Your talents are wasted here and your blood is wasted among these…” she looks at Wolf Woman. “...Degenerates.” She then grabs Wolf Woman by her hair and lifts her head. “In fact, I should thank you. You have captured these five heroines. I will also be claiming them. These three…” She points to Americana, Flag Girl, and Star. “...Will join you in re-education. These two…” she points to Angel and Wolf Woman. “Will be eliminated. Once that is complete, we will return to Delta City and take it from the rest of those costumed whores.”

She then looks at Wolf Woman. “It is unfortunate that such potential is wasted on one such as this…”

There, she’s turned her back.

But she turns around just before I act, and I actually get to see the look of shock on her dumb Nazi face when I smash a chair over it. She goes down and Wolf Woman actually cheers and so does Americana. With Elsa layin’ on the floor, stunned, I’ve got all the advantage I need.

Over the next twenty minutes, I proceed to drag that bitch up and down my bar. I smash bottles on her head, drag her across the bar top, throw her into the wall, and put her head through the jukebox. She recovered a few times and got a few good shots in. She nailed me pretty good with a keg, broke a pool cue over my ass, and tried drowning me in the ice tub, but I eventually came out on top.

At the end of it, both our asses are stark naked, and I’m straddlin’ her waist while she’s on the floor. We’re both lumped up and exhausted, and Elsa looks up at me through the one eye of hers that ain’t swollen.

“Please...mercy, Frau Sonntag.”

“Say I’m better than you, cunt.”

“You have bested me. I will accept my defeat and leave.”

I almost let her do it, until I see her layin’ there, naked underneath me and I think of a punishment. I look at the heroines. Americana and Wolf Woman are fully invested, and the looks in their eyes say they’re rootin’ for me to put this bitch down.”

“Get her, Sunny!” Americana shouts outta nowhere.

Yeah, lettin’ her go lick her wounds ain’t good enough. I wallop her in her other eye and she’s out like a light.

To be honest, I’m surprised I beat her. It’s always been a rumor, but never confirmed, that the Council cloned this bitch from some bigwig of theirs who died back in the day, but that she’s got some of Americana’s DNA too. Bitch is definitely as tough as old Stars and Stripes, but I got her. And now she’s all stretched out on the floor, unconscious and helpless. Ain’t no Nazi cunt gonna beat me on my own turf and ship me to Argentina. Shit, I don’t even know where that is!

After taking a breather, I go in the storeroom and get the chains and gag that KO left behind and get Elsa all wrapped up before I take in that damage we both did fighting each other.

Fuck, it looks like a hurricane hit this place. God dammit. All right, let me find my broom. I hope I ain’t break it in the fight.

Just as I start to clean, the door opens up again.

Oh, come on!

King Mischievous walks back in, leading his little party of Gremlins, but this time, the king looks down at the floor and they all stop in front of me.

“Whaddya want, Mischievous? I’m busy!”

He takes his crown off and holds it in his little green hands. “Fair lady Sunny, I come to you humble, hoping you’ll forgive our transgressions earlier today.”

“What…?”

“My behavior was unbecoming of a king, and I ask your forgiveness.” He then gets down on one knee and the other gremlins do the same.

“Y’all are serious?”

“We were fools to incur the wrath of the fair and beautiful Lady Sunny.”

“Well, flattery will get you everywhere, Mischievous. Wait...is this because my bar’s the only one that’ll let you in?”

He looks up and nods.

Ugh, fine. Whatever. “All right, get up.” When they do, they keep their heads down while I look around. “Look, how handy are y’all?”

“There is nothing the King’s subjects cannot do!” Mischievous proclaims.

“Well how ‘bout this, y’all help me get this place fixed up and I’ll forgive your transgressions.”

Mischievous grins. “It will be done!” He then looks over at Elsa, who’s just starting to wake up. She sees herself suddenly surrounded by the naked little gremlins and squirms in her bonds while their cocks stiffen.

“Ey!” I say to them. “Y’all can have fun with her after we get this place tidy!”

All Mischievous has to do is clap his hands twice and his subjects get to work. Some of them start picking up and putting things in trash bags. Some of them leave the bar and come back minutes later with tools and starting fixing stuff that got broken.

It only took the little bastards a bit over an hour, but the place looks damn near good as new. I don’t know how they did it, but they even wheeled in a new jukebox, exactly like the one I have! I stood behind the bar, enjoying a few drinks while watching them the entire time. At one point, one of them even comes over and puts alcohol and a bandage on a cut I got on my forehead from fighting Elsa. After they get everything put away, they line up and I tell them all is forgiven.

They whoop and holler and celebrate and it’d be kind cute if they weren’t such little bastards. Then they surround a helpless Elsa and start pawing at her, running their tiny hands all over those meaty curves of her. The slap her ass, squeeze her tits, pinch her hips and thighs, and laugh as she tries to get away.

“Hey, Gremlins,” I say to get their attention. “Drag her into the storeroom to do that. We just cleaned up out here, after all.”

King Mischievous jumps on Elsa’s naked back and points. “To the storeroom, my subjects!”

Elsa screams at me in German as the Gremlins drag her across the floor to the storeroom. I pour myself another drink and put some more music on. I sit back down next to Americana.

“All right, Sunny, you had your fun. Let us go now,” she tells me.

“Hah, not a chance sister. I got somethin’ else planned for y’all tomorrow. Rest up.”

Americana sighs and lowers her head. “God dammit…”

VII

It’s early Christmas mornin’, barely daybreak, and I yawn while hooking up the hose to the spigot in the alley behind the bar.

“Y’all sleep all right?”

Oh right, I gagged ‘em all.

Americana, Angel, Texas, Flag Girl, Wolf Woman, and Elsa are all on their knees, with their arms and ankles tied behind them and duct tape over their mouths. Every one of them is wide awake and starin’ at me with naked fury and dried cum crusting up on those naked curves of theirs.

“Stop the Grinch act, y’all. It’s Christmas,” I say before turning on the water.

They then start screaming in shock and anger when I spray them with ice-cold water.

VIII

So, it may surprise you to learn that I’m big on giving to charity. I ain’t have a lot growin’ up and now I have more than I could ever need, so I try to spread some of that, especially during Christmas. That’s why, today, Christmas Day, I’m driving around the city doing my own charity run.

I’ve got my trusty van that’s seen me through many a heist, I’m playing some Christmas music and I’ve got on my favorite Christmas sweater, the one that makes it looks like ornaments are hanging off my tits. My first stop is on the other side of Sugar Town. Since it’s day, all the neon signs are turned off, but the one above Brother Mack's House of Pleasure still stands out, with the curvy girl on her knees swallowing a load. And even though it’s Christmas morning, there’s people coming and going.

I drive the van down the alley next to the building and toward the loading dock before backing it in and jumping out. Brother Mack is there on the dock, a fine black man, skinny as a rail, wearing a purple suit with no shirt, and he’s got some of his boys with him.

“Sunny! What’s up girl?!” He says before we hug. Damn, he’s wearing that cologne too, the one that smells like...I dunno, cedar or somethin’. That shit’s how he got me in bed the first time, and the second, and the third…

I’d have invited him to the party, but Geek came here once and fucked and dashed and Mack said he was gonna castrate Geek if he ever saw him again.

We break the hug but he keeps his hands on my hips and I keep mine around his shoulders.

“How you been, Mackie?” I ask him. “You been good this year?”

“Good at makin’ money, baby. That don’t ever stop.”

We both laugh and pull away, but not before he gives my ass a tight squeeze.

“So what brings you by this morning? You didn’t say in your text message, you here to partake?” he asks, motioning to the brothel.

“Nothin’ like that, hon, not today. I brought you a present!”

“Yeah?”

I walk over to the back of the van and open the doors. When I do, Mack and his boys look and laugh when they see what I have back there. Americana, Star, Angel, Flag Girl, Wolf Woman, and Elsa all tied up and gagged, with little festive bows on them for the aesthetic.

“Oh shit!” Mack says. “All this for me? You’re too good to me, mama!” He then reaches in and goes for Americana.

“Ah ah!” I say, smacking his hand. “She ain’t yours, she’s goin’ somewhere else. This one is for you.”

Elsa tries to kick me when I grab her ankle and pull her out to the edge of the back of the van.

“Who the fuck is this?” Mack asks.

I sit down next to Elsa and put my arm around her where I reach down and squeeze her tit. “This is Elsa, the pride of those Nazi assholes, the Council.”

Mack and his boys all look at each other.

“I figure this little snow bunny could use a little...color...in her life,” I say while grabbing Mack’s junk. He’s already getting stiff.

Elsa glares at me with those blue eyes. “Oh, I think she wants to say something.” I take her gag out.

“How dare you, you pea-brained dullard! I am Elsa! Warrior of the Council! I am not the sexual plaything of some badly-dressed Ni-”

“Whoa! Ey!” I say, stuffing the gag back in her mouth before she says it. “Nuh huh!” I give her a smack for good measure and she looks at me with tears welling up and her cheek red. I then look at Mack. “Sorry about that, hon. I guess you gotta break her in. What was the word you used Elsa? Right, defile!”

Mack licks his lips and rubs his hands together. “Oh, we got that, babe.” He motions to his boys, who take Elsa off my hands. She screams and thrashes and tries to fight back as black hands start fondling every naked inch of that pale, curvy body.

Mack’s boys laugh and take their time with her, and the mixed look of fear and rage on Elsa’s face is good enough that I grab my phone and take a few pictures. I think switch to video after Mack orders his boys to carry her inside. I can’t understand a thing Elsa is screamin’ into that gag, but I gotta imagine it ain’t too good.

After they carry her into the brothel, Mack sits next to me in the back of the van. He looks back at the heroines.

“Nothing I can do to get you to part ways with the rest of them?”

“Nope, they’re goin’ to the less fortunate,” I say to him.

“Shit…” he takes one look back, especially eyeing Angel and Flag Girl. “I’ve been trying to get the capes in here forever, especially the teens.”

“Sorry, hon. Already all spoken for.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” He then stands up. “Well, I’ma go play with my new toy. Stop by anytime you’ve got a minute, Sunny. You don’t spend a dollar in my house.”

“Appreciate it, Mackie. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” he says before going inside while whistling the tune to “Let It Snow.”

I turn to the heroines and smile, patting Wolf Woman on her naked thigh since she’s closest. “All right, let’s get you girls where you gotta go.”

*

Y’all might not know about this, but there’s a section of town called The Pit, and it’s called that because it’s a lawless hellhole of crumbling buildings and whatnot. It was made like 20 years ago when some big-ass monster attacked the city, I’m told. That thing rampaged until some superheroine, one before my time, punched him in the brain and killed him.

Anyway, people come to the Pit and they disappear. The cops don’t come here, and the heroines try not to because of how dangerous it is. The only people who live out here are people who don’t wanna be found, but that’s where I’m taking my charity this year.

I pull my van up to an exposed section of subway tunnel that was underground til it wasn’t, and then I hit the high beams and ease down the tunnel, going slow so I don’t hit anything. I do not wanna be stranded out where with a flat

I make it to an open space, an old subway station that got turned into someone’s home. There’s discarded couches and chairs, a big table and a TV, and a generator’s got the lights and everything going. I climb out and look around. I got one of Star’s revolvers on me in case I got the wrong place and I need to book it outta here fast.

“Hello?” I call out, only to hear my echo.

Shit! My heart jumps into my chest when I catch someone dart past in the shadows. I got the gun out and aimed. “I ain’t here to hurt no one. Prime! Tell me you’re here!”

Then I freeze when I feel someone behind me, breathing down my neck. I spin around and see a massive, hulking monster, all muscle and pale flesh, looking down at me. The biggest cock I’ve ever seen dangles between his legs and he growls at me when I point the gun at him.

“...God dammit, Prime,” I breathe and lower the gun. “You just took like five years off my life!”

“Hi, Sunny,” Mutoid Prime says to me in his deep, bellowing, monotone voice. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure if it was you, and you can’t be too safe these days.”

Once my heart stops racing, I pat him on that big arm of his. “It’s all right, big guy. So how you doin’?”

“Oh, we’re all doing okay,” he tells me. As he does, the mutoids start emerging from the shadows. Mutoid Prime is the biggest, and that makes him their leader, but they’re all bigger than most humans, with mountains of muscle and glowing red eyes. They live out here in the Pit but use the sewers to get into other parts of the city sometimes.

I was never clear if Pervo created them or Dragon Queen, or someone else but no one really likes havin’ them around, which is why they weren’t at the party. But they ain’t that bad, honestly. I was on the run from Green Specter once and ran into the sewers to hide. They gave me a place to hide and nailed that pretty little blonde for good measure, so I always try to look out for ‘em.

“Well,” I tell Prime. “I got y’all something on account of it being Christmas.”

Prime looks at the van and then the other mutoids. “None of us knows how to drive, Sunny.”

“No, silly! It’s in the back of the van. Come on,” I take his hand and lead the mutoids to the van and then open the doors. All five of the heroines inside go white as sheets when they see all the mutoids behind me. After that, it’s a mad scramble.

Prime pulls me out of the way so I don’t get trampled and I can’t help but notice he cops a feel on my tits when he does. I don’t mind.

Anyway, it’s quite a sight, watchin’ all them mutoids in that sea of flesh, pull them bound and naked heroines out the back of the van. Those girls are screaming and panicking in their bonds, knowing what’s going to happen to them down here and knowing how far they are from help.

Wolf Woman tries to run when one of them unties her ankles, but a mutoid grabs her hair and pulls her back. Azure Angel is being pinned down and mounted, Flag Girl is being fondled all over, and two of them are spit roasting Aemricana. Texas Star is on her knees, where that Texan tramp belongs, and she’s surrounded by cocks that are about to take turns with her throat.

I know how the mutoids operate. They’ll probably pump these dumb bitches full of cum over the next week or so. They’ll pump out some new mutoids and then get tossed out to find their way back to friendly territory.

There’s all kinds of monsters lurking around the Pit, though, so it might take them a while to get back without wheels. I watch one mutoid suckin’ on Americana’s tits when I suddenly remember something.

“Oh! Hang on, Prime!” I run back to the van to the passenger side and grab a big duffle bag. I open it to show Prime a bunch of glass bottles filled with white liquid.

“What’s this?” he asks.

“It’s eggnog, made with milk from Americana’s tits.”

Prime takes a bottle a cracks it open and sips some at first. He then licks his lips and downs the whole thing, spilling some on his mouth and chest. “Ah. Delicious. Thank you, Sunny.”

“Ain’t nothin’, big guy. We gotta take care of each other.”

“I was about to watch It’s a Wonderful Life. Would you like to stay?”

I check my phone to make sure I have enough time before it gets dark. I do not wanna be in The Pit after dark, car or not. “It looks like I got time,” I tell him.

He smiles at me and I grab a bottle of eggnog and join him on the couch.

As he turns the movie on, I’m treated to the sight of some of Delta City’s finest being gang fucked by a small army of mutants.

I look over at Prime and smile as I get comfortable, and we toast bottles.

“Merry Christmas, Prime.”

“Merry Christmas, Sunny.”

The End

Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.