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Naomi Grant: Superia

pt. 1

by Sigma

Prologue

Star Woman lay naked in the middle of the city street, and the gathered reporters stood silently nearby, their cameras out and their collective breath held.

Delta City's premier heroine looked up at the clear summer sky, the oppressive midday sun beating down on her bruised, tender flesh as she clutched the Star Gem around her neck and closed her eyes.

"How I have waited for this day..." a robotic voice spoke as Scorpio walked up and stood over the defeated heroine. His metal exoskeleton, blood red in color, shone in the sun, but chunks that had been ripped away in the battle exposed the advanced technology that made up much of his physiology. A smile crossed his face as he raised his mechanical hands and looked them over.

"Finally, my technology has overcome the greatest of you insufferable women. And now that you have fallen, so too shall all the others," he said, addressing his downed opponent.

Star Woman simply writhed where she lay, her naked body in too much pain for her to fight back.

"And I have called the media here to witness your defeat. To document that the end has begun for Delta City's defenders," Scorpio continued, motioning to the reporters. "I will permit you final words before I end your life, Star Woman."

The heroine grunted and stirred, rolling over onto her ample chest and pushing herself up. The Star Gem glowed around her neck as she mustered strength to push herself up. Her lean, sculpted muscles flexed. She tossed back her pale white hair. Her glowing blue eyes seemed to flare with new life as she pushed herself up to her knees.

"Kneeling in subjugation?" Scorpio smirked. "It will not help you," he taunted.

"I'm ending this now, Scorpio," the heroine spoke.

Before Scorpio could respond, Star Woman yelled and lunged forward. She wrapped muscular arms around Scorpio's waist and the gem around her neck flared. A dome shaped barrier then appeared around the two of them and expanded outward, stopping short of the stunned reporters. Star Woman's whole body then begin glowing.

"What are you...no..." Scorpio looked on in horror, unable to escape her grip. "NO!" he screamed moments before a bright explosion filled the dome. The flash only lasted three seconds, but when it died down, Star Woman and Scorpio were gone, leaving only a massive crater where they had been standing.  

I

"Ugh, fuck. Fuck me," Naomi Grant groaned, her vibrator buzzing against her clit as she spread her leg and arched her back against her soaked bed sheets.

Sweat matted every inch of her body. The open window let in the morning sun and the sounds of Delta City along with the heat. Her ceiling fan did little to bring relief, but the sensation running through her body helped keep her mind of  it somewhat. She curled her toes and tightened her grip around the vibrator. Her breathing was short and rapid. With her free hand, she gripped her bed sheets and let out a scream and her cum spilled out, streaming on to her bed as she lay back and took deep breaths. She went silent and the vibrator buzzed in her hand until she clicked it off.

"Fuck, it's hot..." she moaned, reality setting back in.

She wiped her forehead and swung her long legs over the side of her bed. At least the tile floor was cool under her bare feet.

She stood up, scratching her bare tits and looking at an alarm clock that told her it was 6:45 am. She threw on a tank top and some shorts and walked out the room and into the living room of her apartment, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and turning on the TV on the way to the kitchen. She glanced briefly at her laptop computer and the camera on it as the TV came on.

"...and the latest on the shocking development involving the defeat of Star Woman at the hands of Scorpio yesterday afternoon. No one knows where either of them are following the contained explosion that appears to have been initiated by Star Woman."

Naomi listened to the report. Nothing had changed since yesterday, or last night, but the reporters at INN had to fill the time, she guessed. She turned on her stove and put a frying pan on the burner while fishing her ingredients for an omelette from her fridge and cabinets.

The reporters covered the story again as she cooked. When she sat on the couch to eat, it was the same on the other channels. She eventually circled back to INN and looked at the time on the ticker. 7:10am. She herself had to be at INN in just under an hour.

After washing up, she put on a clean tank top and a pair of jeans along with some work boots, and was out the door by 7:30.

"Ms. Grant," Dodson's voice filled the hall before she even closed the door. It was like the old man was waiting for her. She turned to face him and his dark, beady eyes lingered on her chest before looking her in the eye.

He held out a withered hand.

"Rent is due today, Ms. Grant," he said in his scratchy voice.

"And I get paid today Lawrence," she used his first name, an affront she knew annoyed him. "When I get back from work, you'll have your money."

"Ms. Adelson pays on time every month," Dodson said, pointing to the door directly across the hall from Naomi's apartment.

She turned and looked and then turned back to Dodson. "Yeah, well, Alexis would kick your ass if you bothered her about this. I'm much nicer than she is. Later," Naomi said, shoving past the old man and walking toward the stairs. "And fix the AC. I'm fucking dying here!" she called back.

Dodson said nothing in response. He simply watched a shapely, sculpted ass in tight jeans walk away as his cock stiffened in his pants.

***

"...So many people are wondering just what Star Woman's disappearance means for Delta City," a man's voice came in over the radio as Naomi eased her car into the parking lot at INN's main building. "There are concerns that crime is going to spike now."

"Well," a woman's voice replied. "Some prominent citizens are already looking into solutions. We just got this statement from the office of Brenda Wade, who promises that Wade Enterprises will do everything in its power to protect this city."

"Brenda Wade?" the man spoke. "She's only 19 years old!"

"But she is the new CEO of Wade Enterprises, and that makes her someone in this city."

Naomi turned the radio off and grabbed her coffee before climbing out. She went to her trunk and pulled out a heavy tool belt that she slung over her shoulder and walked toward a warehouse next to the hulking INN tower in front of her. She took a sip from her cup, and staggered forward when someone behind her bumped into her.

"Shit!" Naomi cursed, careful not to spill her drink. She spun around to find a young blonde woman kneeling down and picking up a folder and some scattered papers. The girl looked up at her with a sheepish look in her blue eyes.

"I'm so sorry, miss! I just...I wasn't paying attention!"

"It's all right," Naomi said, shoving her annoyance aside when she saw the woman was just a teenager. She helped her pick up her papers and handed them back. They both stood up and despite the girl's youth, she was just as tall as Naomi at six feet.

"Thank you," the girl said. "I'm starting my internship today and I just am all over the place. Do you work here?" she asked.

"Yeah, but not in the main building," Naomi said. "I work on the set construction over there," she pointed to the warehouses.

The girl turned her head and looked, and when she did, Naomi couldn't help but glance at the girl's ample chest and shapely figure. Her tits stretched her already thin blouse, and muscular legs shaped the tight dressed around her narrow waist.

I wonder if she's... Naomi began to think.

"Oh! My name's Tanya, by the way. Tanya O'Donnel," she said, extending her hand.

"Naomi," she answered while taking the young intern's hand and shaking it. "Where are you interning?"

"The news division," Tanya said with a proud smile. She jumped with excitement and her tits bounced in kind. "I'm gonna be an anchor here some day, mark my words."

Naomi chuckled. "Well, just go in the building right behind me and go up to the 15th floor. That's the news studio."

"Thank you so much! Don't work too hard in this heat!" she said before bolting toward the building.

Naomi watched her go. She watched the way she moved and the way the girl's muscles rippled. Tanya moved with grace and ease despite wearing heels.

"Huh...she definitely is..." Naomi muttered to herself before taking another sip of coffee and walking towards the warehouses.

A short walk later and she was walking past laborers and production assistants scrambling around various half-built sets. She held her cup in her teeth and fixed her belt around her waist before finishing her drink and tossing it into a trash can as she walked past it. As she continued on, she saw two men struggling with to lift a heavy crate and walked over to them.

"Watch out," Naomi said, causing the two men to back away. She knelt down and hoisted the crate onto her shoulder. "Where's this thing going?"

The two stunned men looked at each other before leading her to the job site.

***

The long day ended and the work crews were walking back to their cars. Naomi's tank top was soaked and clung to her torso, exposing her black sports bra through the white fabric. She chugged a bottle of water and shifted the tool belt on her shoulder. When she reached her car, she tossed the belt in the trunk and then took off her tank top and threw that in as well. She wiped her brow when her ears perked up at the sound of arguing not too far away.

She closed the trunk and looked around until she noticed her crew chief, Williamson, in a heated argument with three scruffy biker-types in black leather vests. The backs of the vests had a symbol of a laughing skull and two scythes positioned like crossbones underneath. The words "Grim Reapers Motorcycle Club" encircled the image.

Naomi tossed her water bottle inside the car and walked over.

"Tell Riot she'll get what I owe her," Williamson was in the middle of saying. "I just..." he then looked past the bikers. "Grant, what are you doing here?"

The three bikers turned their attention on her too.

"You okay?" she asked him, never taking her eyes off the three bikers.

"It's fine. Go home. I'll see you tomorrow," Williamson ordered quickly.

Naomi narrowed her eyes at the bikers as they moved to surround her.

"What's your name, delicious?" one biker asked. His patch on his vest said 'Vice President. Delta City.' He was definitely in charge of the three.

"Tell me yours first," Naomi said, smirking and stepping toward him.

He smiled and looked her over. "Name's Turbo, baby. Why don't come hang with me and my buddies?"

"Naomi, get out of here," Williamson said, agitated.

"You bothering my boss, Turbo?" Naomi asked him.

"Why you worrying about this chump?" Turbo asked, putting a hand on Naomi's thigh. "You and I can go have some fun, yeah?" he said, sliding his hand up her side and cupping her right tit, molding a soft flesh in his giant, rough hand.

"That chump signs my paychecks Turbo, and my rent's due today. So hands off," she said, smacking his hand away.

Turbo smirked and pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket. "I got your rent money right here, sweet tits. What are you gonna do to earn it?"

Naomi looked at the cash and plucked the wad from Turbo's hand. "That," she grinned.

"Give that back," Turbo spoke, all flirting gone from his voice.

Naomi shook her head and put the money in her pants pocket.

"Guess I'm gonna have to take the money, and something else!" Turbo said, swinging a fist at Naomi.

She let the punch land, and her head snapped to the side. She then turned back around and Turbo backed away.

"What the fuck?!" the surprised Biker growled.

"She's like the boss!" one of the others exclaimed.

Turbo charged at Naomi and the other two followed suit. Several moments later, they were all stretched out on the concrete, groaning and writhing in pain. Turbo held his bald, tattooed head where it smacked into the side of Williamson's pickup truck and left a dent.

"You have any idea what the fuck you just did, Grant?!" Williamson said.

"That'll buff right out, boss. Here," she said, peeling two one hundred dollar bills from the stack and holding them out.

"Not that, dammit! You have no idea who the fuck the Grim Reapers are, do you?!"

Naomi shrugged. "They look like a shitty Judas Priest cover band to me."

"I'm fucked, Grant. And you're fired."

"What the fuck, Jake?! These guys were gonna kick your ass!" Naomi said.

"And you just made it worse. Get off my worksite!"

Naomi's jaw dropped as her boss quickly jumped in his truck and sped off. When his truck was gone from the lot, Naomi looked down at her chest and cupped her tits. "I guess we're going to work in the chat tonight, girls..." she sighed. She then looked at the bikers and kicked Turbo one more time before stomping back to her car.

II

A bell rang as Naomi stepped out of the sun and into the Lucky Panda Chinese restaurant. A pair of police cars raced past in the street behind her, just two more of many cop cars rushing to a call that she had seen since leaving INN.

She closed the door behind her and took in the smell of fried food and the sounds of a pro wrestling match on the television mounted to the wall as she walked toward the counter. An Asian man in his late 30s looked up from behind the register, smiled, and waved when he saw her. Behind him, a woman about the same age with a phone pressed to her ear did the same.

"Hey there, Naomi," the man said to her.

"Hey, Tai," she said, sighing and leaning against the counter. "This damn heat, huh?"

"I know," Tai Feng answered. "You should see our electric bill. What'll it be today?"

"Roast duck lo mein. Double order," Naomi said to him.

He nodded and turned to go back to the kitchen as his wife, Shu, finished her call and hung up the phone. She looked over at Naomi.

"What's wrong with you? You looked pissed," Shu said.

"I am. I got fired from INN today."

"Why?" She asked as she walked up to the register. She was a woman of average height, with short black hair and a wiry build.

"So, after the end of my shift, I'm walking back to my car and my boss is getting hassled by some asshole bikers. I went over there and made them leave him alone."

"Delta City has bikers?"

"Apparently. Anyway, he was mad that I kicked their asses. He said I made things worse for him or something, and the son of a bitch fired me. Security saw the whole thing and held them until the cops showed up, but still..."

Shu grinned. "How bad did you hurt them?"

"I pulled my punches. You know I have to," Naomi explained. "I'm not going to jail for killing those idiots."

"Well, you'll find something else," Shu smiled and put a hand on Naomi's shoulder. "Go, sit down and rest. Your food won't take long."

Naomi did as the woman said and sighed as she lowered herself into a chair at the nearest table. As she did, Shu came around the counter and began cleaning the area. Naomi watched her, fixated on the woman's shape. She wore shorts that hugged a surprisingly taut and shapely ass and her tits, though small, were perky behind the white button up shirt she wore.

Tai came back from the kitchen and spoke something to his wife in Mandarin. Naomi watched him too, and admired that the man seemed to make it a priority to keep himself in shape. Naomi found herself wondering, not for the first time, how big his cock was while passing the time. Her thoughts then moved on to wondering what the Fengs both looked like naked just as she wondered what it would be like to be with an older couple.

Just then, Tai turned in her direction and Naomi looked away at the television and the pro wrestling match on the screen. Blue Rose was going up against Luna in what looked like an even match.

Tai pulled out a chair and sat with her. "My Money's on Luna," he said, looking at the match.

"Nah, she's never beaten Blue Rose," Naomi responded. They always did this whenever she came in and a match was on the TV. The two of them then sat in silence and watched the match play out when the door opened.

Naomi snapped to attention when she heard a click.

"Don't move, bitch!" A young guy who could barely be called an adult ordered while shoving a handgun in her face. Another kid the same age raised his gun and pointed at Shu, who threw her hands up and clearly fought the urge to scream. Naomi looked at Tai, who froze in place in his chair, and then looked at the second stickup kid. He wore a leather vest that had an all too familiar symbol, a skull with crossed scythes. Underneath the graphic and words, Naomi saw a patch that said "Prospect".

"For fuck's sake..." Naomi growled.

"Nobody said you could talk, bitch. In fact, get your ass up," the kid holding the gun to her face said, grabbing her arm. She stood up so as not to put the Fengs in danger and the second kid forced Shu behind the counter to clear out the register.

"Damn, bitch, look at you," the kid with the gun to Naomi's head said. He reached out and squeezed her shapely ass before grabbing her tit and molding the flesh in his hand. She stood a few good inches taller than the boy, but that didn't stop him from exploiting her flesh, rubbing a hand across her chest and pressing an erect cock against her ass. "You and me can go have some fun," he whispered.

"Your buddy Turbo said the same thing to me not even an hour ago. Did he wake up yet?" Naomi asked. 

"Wh...what?!"

Before anyone could register the movement, Naomi spun around and twisted the boy's arm, forcing him to drop the gun. A moment later, he was spiraling through the air and crashed through the window and onto the sidewalk outside in an unconscious heap.

The second boy screamed curses and let off two shots. His friend's gun flew through the air and hit him right between the eyes. Naomi closed the gap between them in seconds, vaulted over the counter, grabbed him by his vest and launched him into the ceiling. He then hit the floor and Naomi kicked him in the jaw and knocked him out.

Shu stood to the side, shaken, and looked up at Naomi. "I...holy shit. I always wanted to see that in person, but...holy shit!"

Naomi smiled and shrugged while Tai came to his wife's side and grabbed the phone to dial the police.

"You eat here for free from now on, Naomi," Tai said before pressing the phone to his ear after he got a response from 911. Shu simply nodded in agreement, a stunned look still on her face. Naomi turned back to the TV and saw that Blue Rose landed a pin on Luna.

***

FamousCaptain: What are you eating?

Naomi, sitting in front of her computer, with her camera centered on her ample cleavage, and raised the noodles on her chopsticks halfway to her mouth when she saw the question in the chat.

"Roast duck lo mein," she spoke into the mic before swallowing the noodles. She then put the chopsticks and carton aside and leaned forward, careful to keep her tits the focus of the camera for the 14 people in her chat now. "I got it from this restaurant near my place," she answered another question that popped up. "Best Chinese food in Delta City," she said. "Oh! Holy shit. I have to tell you guys what happened today."

NightOrc: Best Chinese in Delta is Uncle Lo's on 44th.

"So, I'm sitting in the restaurant waiting for my food when these two little assholes with guns come in and try to rob the place."

EmotionalLocust: Holy shit

"Right?" Naomi responded. "But I kicked their asses and the cops hauled them off to jail. They were teenagers. They were members of this biker gang called the Grim Reapers."

Omenforcer has donated $20

She looked at a notification that popped up at the top of the screen. "Thank you, Omenforcer," she said, smiled and blowing a kiss. That donation was added to a meter on the screen that sat above a list.

$500 - Tits Out

$1000 - I chat fully nude

$2000 - Free private sesh giveaway

$5000 - It's a surprise ;)

At that moment, the meter sat at $322.

SalamanderSteve: Are you a superhero?

"No," Naomi laughed. "I don't run around in fucking bikini beating up bank robbers or whatever. But those two guys at the Chinese place, that was the second fight I got into today. I beat up some other bikers like an hour before that at my old job. Then my asshole boss fired me because I did it."

TheDeadbeat: He's an asshole

"Yeah, he is. I'm not worried about it, though," she said into the camera as the meter inched closer to $500. More users began trickling into the chat.

BlindMaster: So are you one of those Aphrodite chicks?

"Dude, I warm up at the gym with a 350 pound bench press and can run a 3 minute mile. What do you think?"

SalamanderSteve: Can you beat Star Woman in a fight?

NightOrc: Star Woman's dead, retard.

FamousCaptain: What about Spitfire?

FamousCaptain: Or maybe Mantis

"I don't know if I can beat any of those supers. I do know how to fight. I used to wrestle and I have a brown belt in BJJ. I kickbox, too."

BaData: You should wrestle me ;)

BaData has donated $100

The meter shot up to $587

Naomi smiled into the camera and pulled her tank top over her head, letting her magnificent 36Ds spill out for everyone the chat to see. She cupped the right tit and looked into the camera, blowing a kiss to BaData in particular.

ActionKraken: Crime went up after Star Woman died. My neighbor got beat up and his car got stolen this morning.

The conversation in the chat went to Delta's heroines, and Naomi was about to chime in when a window popped up on the side of the screen.

QueenLex: Hey. I see you're home. Want me to come over?

Naomi22: You have any weed? I'm down to my last few edibles.

QueenLex: Bitch, always.

Naomi got up from her chair and unlocked her front door before going back to her computer.

Naomi22: Door's open.

She reached under her desk and pulled out a small wooden box, along with a glass bong and set them off to the side before looking back at the camera. Just like that, the meter was at $833.

"So guess what, my friend Alexis from across the hall is coming over. Who wants to see us smoke up on camera?" she asked, presenting the bong.

Just then, the door opened and a woman walked through. Alexis Adelson, Naomi's friend and neighbor, stood about 5'10'' and had a shapely, curvy figure with large breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs that Naomi secretly sometimes envied over her more athletic build. A stylish, yellow striped dressed hugged Alexis' body.

"Damn, it's hot as shit in here," Alexis muttered "What's up, babe?" she asked with a wide smile. Her skin was the color of caramel and her hair was jet black and pulled back into a high ponytail.

Naomi turned and waved and moved over at her desk while Alexis grabbed a chair from the kitchen.

ThePhantom18: Fuck. She's hot.

Several others in the chat agreed as Alexis settled in her chair and presented Naomi with a bag holding a sizable amount of weed. Naomi picked up her bong and put it on the desk.

"Fuck no!" Alexis recoiled. "I have to work tonight. I take one hit of that thing and I'm gonna be passed out on your couch all night. Give me a pipe instead."

Naomi opened the box and fished out a rainbow colored glass pipe. She began packing it while Alexis looked at the screen.

Gramps5532: Where do you work?

"I'm a professional dom at a private club," Alexis answered the question while Naomi handed her the pipe and a lighter. "I get paid to wear tight leather and whip people."

"It's true,' Naomi said, reaching into the box and pulling out a bag of candy with a weed leaf on it. "I met her when I first moved in and accidentally picked up her bag, thinking it was mine. It had all kinds of handcuffs and shit in it," she said before raising the bag and downing several edibles at once.

Alexis took a deep inhale and watched.

Holy shit several of the chat members typed at the same time.

"Oh, don't worry. I have a stupid high tolerance," Naomi said, putting the bag down and chewing the candy. She then took the pipe and put it in her mouth.

 Omenforcer: You ever whip Naomi?

"This bitch can't afford me," Alexis laughed.

"Fuck off!" Naomi laughed in response, shoving her friend. She then handed the pipe and lighter back, and as Alexis lit up, Naomi reached over and lowered the neckline on her dress, revealing beautiful brown cleavage with a crescent moon tattoo above the right tit. "There, that's better."

"For real, though," Alexis puffed,  passed, and exhaled. "I heard you say you got fired at your other job. I can probably get you in at the club," she offered.

Naomi waved away the haze of smoke in the air before taking another puff and exhaling. "Probably not a good idea with my powers."

"We get you one of those collars then. We've got plenty at the club."

"Okay, I don't even want to know why, but..." Naomi's thought got interrupted by the meter ticking past $1000. 

She grinned and passed the pipe to Alexis before standing up from her chair and stepping back from the camera. She began dancing, swaying her hips side to side as she slowly removed the shorts she had on. Alexis moved the mic towards her, smiling at the camera and turning to face Naomi.

Naomi then turned around, her round ass shaking in a black thong as she bent over, the tight muscles of her long legs stretching. Alexis reached out and smacked Naomi on her shapely ass as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and started to pull them down.

Alexis then jumped in her seat when she heard what sounded like crunching metal and breaking glass outside. Naomi kept dancing and teasing. 

"The fuck was that?" Alexis said out loud.

Naomi paused and looked at her. "What?"

"You didn't hear that?"

Several impacts of something slamming against metal sounded and caused Naomi to stand upright and walk to the window, which was right next to the computer. She disappeared from the camera's view.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Naomi screamed and ran back into view to grab her shirt and shorts where they lay on the floor. Her tits jiggled as she stuffed them back into her tank top with no bra underneath.

"What?" Alexis asked, half standing from her chair.

"My fucking car!" Naomi said, running back to the already open window.

"Wait!" Alexis got up when she saw Naomi climb onto the window sill and jump out. She then rushed to the window and looked out.

"Oh shit..."

Moments later, Alexis reappeared on camera and unmounted the device from the computer. She brought it with her and set it up in the window to give a view of the parking lot outside.

***

Naomi leapt five stories from her window and landed in the parking lot of her building, grabbing the attention of the small crew of bikers gathered there. They stood around her car cheering and laughing as a pale skinned woman covered in tattoos with short, spiky hair dyed blue bashed the doors with a baseball bat. The windshield, windows, and headlights were already gone, and the tires slashed.

Naomi noticed the Grim Reapers symbol tattooed on the woman's left shoulder.

"Hey!" she screamed, finally getting the woman's attention.

The vandal turned and faced her, putting the bat on her shoulder. She was just as tall as Naomi, with a strong, athletic figure clad in blue jean shorts, motorcycle boots, and a tight gray tank top. A smile crossed her face as she walked ahead of the group and approached Naomi.

"So you're the bitch that beat up Turbo?" she asked, looking Naomi up and down once she was in arms' length. "I had to break Williamson's leg before he told me where you lived." She put the tip of the bat under Naomi's chin. "You can call me Riot.´

"I'm gonna call you dead for fucking up my car!" Naomi said before launching a punch at Riot's face.

Riot quickly slipped to the side, her speed catching Naomi off guard, and swung her bat around. The fat end would have caught Naomi across the back of her head and brought her to her knees if she hadn't brought up her forearm and blocked it.

"Oh! I was hoping what Turbo said was true. It looks like the prospects weren't lying about you, either. This is gonna be fun."

"Another fucking Aphrodite," Naomi muttered with a smirk on her face as she pushed the bat away. "Guess I don't need to pull my punches with you."

Riot stepped back and spread her arms in challenge. "Ring the bell, sister."

Naomi slid one bare foot back and took a fighting stance. She put up her fists and watched Riot, along with the half dozen other members of the Grim Reaper. They were all men off different sizes, and each of them watched Naomi with lustful, predatory gazes, but she knew Riot was far and away the most dangerous of them.

"Kick her ass, Naomi!" Alexis yelled from the window.

Naomi prepared to attack when a wave of wooziness suddenly took hold and she wobbled on her feet. "Fuck. The weed," she said under her breath.

"Shaking in fear?" Riot taunted. "It's not too late to back out."

"Stop running your fucking mouth," Naomi growled. "Let's do this."

Riot shrugged and charged forward, swinging her bat in an arc that Naomi ducked under. Naomi then brought her fist up, landing a blow on Riot's rock hard abs and causing the woman to stagger back after grunting. Naomi then pressed her advantage and ran after Riot, who quickly stepped to the side.

Naomi didn't realize what Riot had done until a second later, her reaction time beginning to feel the affects of the edibles. She continued forward, and put her hands up, barely able to stop herself from running into the dented side of her car. Her world spun, and when she turned around, the end of Riot's baseball bat found her chin. Her head snapped back, into the side of the car, and Naomi toppled to the asphalt in a seated position.

She tried to stand, but Riot's boot slammed into the side of her head and kept her from getting up.

"Well that was disappointing," Riot frowned while resting her bat on her shoulder.

Naomi looked up at her. The spinning was worse now, though she couldn't say if it was from the weed or being hit with the bat. She glared as the woman circled her.

"For what it's worth, you aren't the weakest Aphrodite I've ever fought, but you're near the bottom," she taunted. The rest of the gang gathered around their boss. "Drag this bitch back to the clubhouse. She isn't good for anything but being passed around."

Several pairs of hands reach out and grabbed Naomi by her arms and legs. She tried to punch and kick, but her movements were sluggish. Scruffy, bearded faces grinned and laughed as the Grim Reapers lifted her up. Their rough hands fondled her tits, ass, and thighs. She tried to fight back as someone shoved their fingers down her shorts and into her pussy. She glared forward as a muscular arm covered in tattoos wrapped around her neck.

Riot leaned against the side of her bike, smirked, and waved at Naomi when their eyes met.

One of the men lifted Naomi's shapely legs and pulled her shorts off, exposing her ass and pussy. Another kneaded her tits with his rough hands while another tried to rip off her tank top.

"Bend the bitch over the hood!" someone shouted.

Naomi continued struggling against her captors as she was flipped around and thrown against the hood of her car. One hand slammed her head down and kept it pinned while another twisted her arms behind her back. Someone forced her bare legs apart and another hand slapped her on the ass before someone gripped her hips.

She felt a rock hard, massive cock rub against her ass cheeks and tried to kick her aggressor, but he slammed in hips against her, leaving no room for her to move as the men laughed and shouted.

The enlarged member slapped against her ass before probing for entry. Naomi clenched her teeth, her head still spinning from everything that had happened over the last few minutes. The man pinning her head down gripped her hair and pulled her head back before leaning in.

"We're all gonna take turns, sweet tits. Buckle up," he said. His breath was hot and stunk of beer.

When he was next to her, Naomi slammed her head into his and caused him to stagger and the other Grim Reapers to laugh at the sudden turn.

"You gonna take that?" Riot egged him on.

Naomi turned to the man she hit and prepared to say something to him when he looked ahead.

"Fuck!" he yelled out loud just as the sound of sirens filled the air. Naomi looked forward and the bikers all shouted in surprise as a large armored van and several cars, all with the words "Delta City Police Department," skidded to a stop several feet away.

Doors opened and heavily armed and armored police officers flooded out with rifles and shotguns raised and ready.

"No one move!" several of them shouted.

"Ah, fuck..." Naomi and Riot both uttered at the same time.

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