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The Story So Far: With the demise of Star Woman, Delta City's premier heroine, crime has skyrocketed almost instantly. Naomi Grant found this out too well when she got fired after some goons from the Grim Reapers biker gang hassled her boss and she interfered. Now the gang's queen, an Aphrodite who calls herself Riot, wants Naomi's head. The two women confronted each other in the parking lot of Naomi's apartment, where they were both promptly arrested.

Naomi Grant: Superia

pt. 2

by Sigma

III

Naomi gave up on trying to pull the collar off for the fifth time and slumped in her seat on the bench. She looked across the jail cell packed with other woman at Riot, who simply looked back at her and smirked.

"At least these aren't the kind that shock you if you mess with them," Riot said, tapping the collar. "I did six weeks in a cell in Star City and that damn thing fried my ass every time I even brushed it slightly."

Naomi narrowed her eyes at Riot while shifting on the bench. All around the cell, several of the other women watched her, as well as Riot, but kept their distance. Naomi was still barefoot in her tank top and shorts, and frigid air in the cell made her nipples erect.

"You and I are alike, you know," Riot continued. "I don't just mean physically, either."

"I'm gonna kick those fucking teeth of yours in for wrecking my car..." Naomi muttered.

"Ah, there. Right there," Riot pointed and grinned. "You enjoy the fighting. The violence, don't you? That's why you beat up Turbo and my prospects. That's why you came at me so quickly, even though you were outnumbered."

Naomi sat back and stayed quiet.

"They say our kind are all justice minded and seeking order but, that's not true in my case," Riot explained. "And trust me, there are others who are even worse than me. I don't see why I should waste my time protecting...well...normies like them," she said, motioning to the cops and civilians in the police station outside the cell.

"But you're fine with having them join your little gang and bossing them around," Naomi said.

"Why not? The strong have always lorded over the weak. That's as true now as it's ever been. Something tells me you feel that way too."

"Fuck off."

"You get off on the violence, don't you?" Riot asked. "Having that kind of physical power over another person. I don't know what happened in that parking lot, but I know someone who can fight when I see them," she explained.

Naomi folded her arms across her chest and sat up straight, not saying a word. She watched Riot as the woman's gaze scanned her. Riot's eyes were dark green, and they seemed to take Naomi in slowly, looking over every inch of her skin as Riot licked her lips.

"Ladies," Riot then called out to the other women in the cell, many of whom snapped to attention. "How many of you are in here now, or were put here in the past because you got busted by some cunt in a mask?"

Naomi watched more than half the hands go up.

"Everyone here who had a personal encounter with Star Woman, keep your hands raised."

Only a few hands went down.

"Star Woman kept that little band of hers together, but she's dead now and the others are barely keeping up with the crime. I'm thinking Delta City needs new queens."

Several of the women voiced their agreement.

"You know about the big players in town, right?" Riot asked Naomi. "The de Costa family, the Crime Carnival, The Machine, that zombie fucker who lives in the old subway tunnels? They're all going to be carving up the city and staking their territories now that Star Woman isn't around to keep her boot on their necks and Scorpio isn't there to bully them. I think it's time the Grim Reapers get their piece, too."

"They'll have to do it without you, won't they?" Naomi asked.

"What? You think I'm staying here?" Riot asked. "I'll be out and back on my bike by this time tomorrow. Speaking of which, there's room at the clubhouse for everyone here interested."

Naomi watched several of the woman look at Riot with interest and shifted on her bench again.

"You're welcome to come too, of course. We're sisters after all. Get in our way, and you'll just be beaten down and passed around to all the members," Riot threatened. "Hmm. Maybe that cute friend of yours, too. The black girl with the nice tits who tried to stop the cops from taking you. She's yummy."

"You fucking stay away from her!" Naomi clenched her teeth and jumped up.

Riot watched her and smiled before standing up. She looked down at Naomi's clenched fist. "Yeah, nothing in the world would feel better than hitting me right now, would it?" she asked. "Ladies. If this bitch hits me, anyone who swarms her and holds her down while I fuck her will be fully patched into the Delta City chapter of the Grim Reapers."

Naomi looked around the room and saw some of the women begin to surround her. The weed high had long worn off, and with her powers, Naomi could easily clear the room. She touched the suppression collar on her neck and realized she might be able to take two or three before the advantage of sheer numbers in such a small room won.

Still, she looked at Riot and smirked, moving some of her light brown hair out of her eyes. "You and your band of leather wearing burnouts are going to get one chance to clear out of Delta once I leave this cell. I don't wear a mask, but I will cripple every last one of you trashy fucks."

"You're welcome to try," Riot accepted. "But change is coming to Delta City whether you like it or not. Star Woman isn't here to stop it. You can't stop it. That teenage twit running Wade Enterprises can't stop it. I've got numbers. You have, what? A busted up car and a skimpy wardrobe?" She taunted, grabbing and twisting Naomi's right tit.

"Aaah!" Naomi screamed in surprise and pushed a laughing Riot away. She raised her fist to strike back and some of the women in the cell closed in on her. Before anything could happen, the cell door opened and a guard stood in the door.

"Naomi Grant. Come with me."

Naomi turned from the guard to Riot, who folded her arms and looked her up and down.

"Be seeing you," Riot said, and got a middle finger in her face for in response.

Naomi followed the guard out of the cell, and once the door was closed, he put a key in her suppression collar and took it off of her. Alexis stood several feet away, talking to a cop with anger in her voice when she saw Naomi. She pushed past the cop and walked over.

"You all right?" she asked Naomi.

"I'm good. What are you doing here?"

"I came to get you after I gave these cops my statement. You're not being charged, because you were defending yourself against those idiots," she explained while looking over Naomi's shoulder at the cell. "Come on. Let's go home."

Naomi nodded as Alexis put her arm around her and guided her away. She turned and looked back at Riot, who pressed her hand and forehead against the glass wall of the cell and kissed it before mouthing 'See you soon' to Naomi. Behind her, some of the women in the cell gathered in support of their apparent new leader.

All Naomi could think about was how good her fist would feel smashing Riot's face in.

***

"Well, the bitch definitely killed my car..." Naomi said with a sigh and shook her head.

Alexis put her arm around her while they stood in front of Naomi's wrecked car, shattered glass still littering the ground around it.

"So, I got fired from my job, I don't have a car, and now some psycho biker bitch wants our heads," Naomi recounted.

"Yeah..." Alexis said. "Wait...ours?"  

"She said if I didn't join her stupid fucking gang, I was gonna get beat up and passed around by the club. You too. Because of your nice tits."

Alexis looked down and cupped and jiggled her double-Ds, frowning. "Oh, hell no. I'm not letting some dirty-ass bikers touch these."

"I'm not worried about her, Lex. I can take her. But what the hell am I gonna do about all this?" she gestured at the car.

"Well, the people on the stream loved the fight. You made some good money on that."   

Naomi turned to her friend. "You recorded me nearly getting my ass reamed?"

"I thought you had them!" Alexis defended herself. "Anyway, you can make money doing more streams."

"I guess..."

"Or..." Alexis said. "You can come work at the club. I told you, I can get you in."

Naomi let out a sigh. “Fuck it. What else have I got to lose?” she looked at her friend and smiled. “Thanks.”

Alexis smiled and rubbed her back. “Come on, let’s head inside.”

***

Moments later, the two of them were at their respective doors when a voice called to Naomi from down the hall.

“Ms. Grant,” Mr. Dodson said while walking toward them. His pants were tight with an erection while he eyed each of them. “You need to move that junk pile out of my parking lot. It looks bad.”

Naomi narrowed her eyes and took a step toward him, and Alexis quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

“You just got out of jail,” she reminded Naomi.

Dodson stopped within arm’s reach and looked the two women over. A smirk formed on his face. “I run a reputable property here. I can’t have trash like that littering it.”

“Tell you what, Dodson,” Alexis cut in before Naomi could say anything that would get her in trouble. “Don’t worry about Naomi’s car and I won’t call the cops about the little casino you’ve got going on in the basement.”

Dodson froze and stared at her when she mentioned that.

Naomi looked at Alexis and saw her smile.

After a few minutes, Dodson straightened and smiled. “You ladies have a nice day,” he said, stealing one last glance at each woman’s tits before walking away.

“How?” Naomi asked Alexis.

“One of my clients is a regular at Dodson’s casino. I have all kinds of dirt on that fool,” Alexis grinned.

“You never thought to share?”

“I’ve lived here 6 years and never had my rent go up. It pays to only let info slip at the right time. Besides,” Alexis said, putting her hands on Naomi’s shoulders. “Not all of us punch our way out of our problems.”

Alexis let out a loud cackle when Naomi’s middle finger hovered in front of her face.

“Get some rest. We’ll leave for the club tonight at 9,” Alexis said to her before going into her apartment.

IV

Naomi climbed out of Alexis’ car in the parking lot behind a tall, nondescript brick building and followed her to a lone steel door a few feet away. Despite the warm night, Alexis was wrapped in a black trench coat that hugged her ample curves, and her spiked heels clicked across the asphalt. Naomi, in contrast, had on a tight pair of jean shorts, an old baseball tee and a dirty pair of tennis shoes.

When they reached the door, Alexis knocked three times, and then two more times. A slot in the door opened and closed before the door itself slid open. A bouncer, whose bulk filled the entire space, stepped through and nodded to Alexis before turning to Naomi.

She and the bouncer naturally sized each other up.

Alexis looked from one of them to the other and jabbed Naomi in the ribs with her elbow before getting between them. “Stop that, both of you,” she ordered. “Greg, this is Naomi. She’s new.”

Greg grunted something that sounded like approval and stood aside to let them in, but that didn’t stop Naomi from staring him down as she followed Alexis inside.

After a short walk, Naomi followed her friend to a locker room. Alexis took off her coat, revealing herself to be clad in a tight leather corset and matching thong. Her boots went  up to her knees and she took a pair of gloves that went up to her elbows from her coat pocket and put them on. Her tits nearly spilled out of the corset, which she adjusted slightly before putting her coat in a locker. She then tied her hair into a bun and motioned for Naomi to follow her.

“So, what, am I gonna get paid to give people spankings?” Naomi asked as she followed Alexis to a clothing rack in the back of the room.

“If you want,” Alexis shrugged while going through what looked like numerous costumes. “Since you’re new, management said to start you off at the bar. Now, I know you don’t drink, but you know how to mix drinks at least, right?”

“Yeah,” Naomi confirmed.

“Good. You’ll be all right. There’ll be a couple of other people to help you out if you need,” she explained while picking out something. “Ah, perfect.”

She turned to Naomi and presented her with a silver bikini top and matching shorts. It looked more like a wrestling outfit than anything. “Put this on.” 

Naomi slid off her bra and t-shirt, and then her shorts and tennis shoes while Alexis sat in a nearby chair.

Naomi wiggled her ass into the shorts first, and let the elastic snap against her hips.

“Now, the members don’t actually pay for the drinks. It’s covered by their membership fee. They’re still expected to tip, though,” Alexis explained while watching Naomi slide the top on. “It’s rare for anyone to give problems since this is a private club, but that’s what the bouncers are for.”

“Like I need to worry about that...” Naomi said, one arm in the top.

“Hey,” Alexis said to her. “I mean it. If someone gives you problems, don’t go all superhuman punchy. Let Greg or one of the other guys know. You don’t need to be making any problems for yourself on your first day.”

“Fine, MOM,” Naomi said, rolling her eyes while working her tits into the top.

“Watch your tone before I put you over my knee, little girl,” Alexis taunted while crossing one shapely leg over the other. She looked Naomi over once the costume was on. Between the sleek silver, and Naomi’s chiseled abs and lean muscle, Alexis smirked.

“What?” Naomi asked.

“Nothing. It’s just, honestly, all you need is a mask.”

“No,” Naomi said while putting her shoes back on.

“Fine, but, at the very least, you’re going to need a name. No one here besides the bouncers use their real names.”

“What’s yours?” Naomi asked.

“I’m called ‘Mercy’ here,” Alexis told her.

“Well,” Naomi said while looking herself over.  “How about...I don’t know...Silver Lady?”

“What?” Alexis leaned back. “No, that sucks. You need something with some personality. Some power to it.” She looked Naomi over and tapped her chin with a finger. “Queen...no...I’ve got it….Superia!”

Naomi thought about the name and then shrugged. “Yeah, cool. Whatever. Superia it is.”

Alexis smiled and stood up, making minor adjustments to Naomi’s top. “Now, Superia, besides handing out drinks, the job here is that we fulfill member requests, but only with whatever you’re comfortable with. That’s true even for bar staff.”

“Even if they want the rough stuff?” Naomi asked with a grin.

“Don’t laugh. Those requests get the best tips,” Alexis told her. She then put her hands on Naomi’s shoulders and turned her around. “Come on. Let’s put that ass to work,” she said, slapping Naomi hard on her ass and sending her on her way.

***

Five hundred dollars in tips. Superia had only been working for about two hours and that’s what she made so far. Slinging drinks to half- and fully-naked people alongside a tall, flawless Latino bartender who called himself Prime, and a heavily tattooed white girl with pink hair who called herself Rocket, Superia took to the job quickly.

All around the club, couples of all ages were engaged in conversation and various sex acts.  Some simply watched, some fucked in pairs, some fucked in groups. The clients came in all shapes and colors. Some were straight couples, some were gay and lesbian couples. Dominatrixes like Mercy led clients to private rooms in the back and upstairs, and every so often, someone came up to the bar and after a short conversation and a generous tip, would leave for a private room with either Rocket or Prime.

In the four years Naomi knew Alexis, she only had the vague idea that her friend was a dominatrix and never once imagined it was anything like this. But the money was good and that’s all she cared about.

She looked around the room and recognized some of the people there. Many were local celebrities and businesspeople and Superia thought, at some point, she even saw Mayor Adam Davis being led around on a leash by a dom who called herself Velvet.

“Hey, Superia,” Superia turned and saw Rocket, who slid a tray of beers to her. “Go around and see if you can get rid of these. I want clear out some space in the cooler.”

“Yup,” Superia said, taking the tray. Rocket was completely naked and covered in tattoos on her arms, legs, back and chest. She had a slim build and what little pale skin remained untouched by ink stood out in the dim light.

Superia took the tray and walked from behind the bar. It didn’t take long for people to grab drinks as she passed, and dollar bills from sweaty hands grabbed her costume to stuff in tips. The heat from the collected bodies made Superia warm, and she could see beads of sweat gathering on her own chest as she moved through the crowd.

Before long, she turned to go back to the bar when she locked eyes with a familiar face.

Tai Feng, stark naked except for a silk necktie, froze and then laughed. Shu was next to him with a fuzzy angel halo over her sweat-slick black hair. Husband tapped wife on her shoulder and then pointed, and her eyes went wide. 

The couple glided through the crowd and approached Superia, and she got a close look at them. Tai wasn't just in shape, he was remarkably chiseled. An impressively large cocked dangled between his legs. Likewise, Shu had a shape that largely defied her age, with small, perky tits with pierced nipples, and tattoo of a flock of birds running down her right ribcage.

“So is this what restaurant owners do in their spare time?” Naomi asked.

“Keeps the marriage interesting,” Shu answered, looking Superia over and licking her lips. “Did you just start here?”

“First day,” she answered.

Tai leaned over and said something to his wife in Mandarin. Her eyes scanned Superia over again and she smiled before responding in Mandarin.

“Want to come with us?” Tai finally said.

“Lead the way,” Superia told the couple.     

***

Superia gasped as Shu's squeals and moans filled the room, and she moved two fingers around inside of her as she watched husband plow wife on the floor of a private room on the club's second floor.

The rhythmic sound of sweaty flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, and Superia's knees weakened momentarily as she plunged her fingers deeper inside herself while watching the Fengs fuck on the floor. In her free hand, she held a length of chain that was connected to a collar around Tai's neck.

Her nipples were hard against the fabric of her top, and her toes curled inside her tennis shoes as she continued pumping in and out of her own throbbing pussy. She kept her eyes on the Fengs. She watched the taut, tense muscles on Tai's back. She watched Shu, who bit her lower lip, claw at the floor under her naked body, and arched her back as she tilted her head back. The woman shouted something loud in Mandarin. Superia didn't know the language, but she had been around the Fengs long enough to know a curse word when she heard it.

Shu's right leg, held over her husband's shoulder, quivered and she shouted. Her husband then slowed his pace and eased himself out of her. Her pussy dripped in a puddle on the floor and he gripped her hips and pulled her toward him. He then flipped her over on her chest, raised his hand and slapped her hard across her ass, yelling what sounded like a command in Mandarin.

Shu got on her hands and knees, reached back and spread her ass cheeks and Tai plunged himself into her exposed asshole. He began thrusting in and out again, grabbing his wife's neck with one hand and a tit with the other.

Superia licked her lips and watched, her fingers soaked with her own juices. She then wrapped some of the chain around her hand and yanked back, tightening the collar.

Tai's body stiffened and jolted back a bit at the action, and then he turned and eyed Superia with a smile on his face. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled himself out of his wife's asshole and stroked his still erect member until he finished all over her back. A long, warm stream of his cum coated her, mixing in with the sweat as Shu fell onto the soaked floored and her slim body labored as she gasped for air.

Tai then stood up and walked to Naomi, stroking himself.

Behind him, Shu turned and lay on her back to watch while she began to masturbate.

"I suppose it's time to break in the new girl," Tai said when he and Superia were face to face.

"Or try," Superia challenged with a grin.

"We both used to wrestle," Tai said to her, recalling conversations the two of them had about their high school and college sports days. "I bet I can pin you."

"Yeah?" Superia asked.

"Yeah," Tai answered with his head held high. "You win, I'll give you two grand. I win, I get to fuck a superhero," he shrugged, eyeing her costume.

"I get to peg the loser!" Shu said, still on the floor.

Tai pointed a thumb back at his wife and shrugged.

Superia grinned and took the collar off of him. "I'll make sure the misses doesn't use one that's too big on you," she said to him. "Let's make it a bit more interesting, though. The first person to get pinned, or orgasm loses," she suggested. 

Tai stepped back and removed his necktie. "Done."

Superia slid off her tennis shoes and kicked them away before tying her hair into a bun.

Shu pinned her naked back to a wall and watched them. "No powers!" she called out.

Superia held up three fingers in the "scout's honor" symbol. 

The combatants got down to their knees within arms' length of each other and looked each other in the eye. They got on all fours and begin circling each other, waiting for the time to attack. Superia lashed out first, trying to grab Tai's arm, but he slipped to the side, faster than Superia thought he could move and managed to grab her by the wrist. He kept hold of it and slipped around behind her while pinning her arm to her torso.

Tai then wrapped his other arm around her waist and fell, using his weight to pull them both to the floor. He managed to reach down with one hand and grab Superia's shorts as she pushed herself back up to her hands and knees and worked to get away and put some distance between them.

Superia's eyes went wide when she saw him holding her shorts in his hands, a wide grin on his face. She looked down to see her own naked thighs and exposed pussy.

"Son of a..." she muttered.

Before she could finish the thought, Tai tossed the shorts and pounced. The two of them were a messy, writhing mass of naked, lean muscles as each one fought for domination over the other. Superia twisted in his grip, trying to wiggle her way out of a hold he locked in where both of his arms were wrapped around her waist, with their bodies parallel to each other in a 69 position. She gasped when she felt the tip of his tongue exploring the edges of her pussy lips, and she and reached up, gripping his stiffened cock with one hand. She gasped as his tongue probed, knowing what would happen to the strength she was already holding back if she got too stimulated, and worked her pinned arm free to run the fingers in the crack of his ass.

Tai groaned and somewhere else in the room, Shu gasped softly over the sounds of her own fingers plunging in and out of her own pussy.

Superia worked Tai's shaft as he buried his face in her pussy and pushed his tongue deep. He let go of her waist and used his hands to push her legs apart, further exposing her and allowing him easier access. He tried pinning her powerful legs down as she squirmed under his weight and fought back. The whiskers on his chin tickled her sensitive skin, and his tongue worked her insides, lapping up her taste and causing her to gasp in deep breaths.

Superia worked his dick, stroking the stiff appendage in her hand while teasing the sensitive skin between his ball sack and anus, and she increased her efforts when she heard him curse out loud in reluctant ecstasy. She rolled over, mustering enough suppress strength into pushing him off, and Tai got to his knees, allowing Superia a minute to breathe and get back up.

But Tai kept the pressure on, grabbing her around the waist, rolling her back and folding her so her shoulders were down and feet planted. He lifted himself up and put his weight on her ass when it was in the air to keep her down.

Shu slid next to the two and tapped the floor.

One.

Two.

But Superia kicked out and managed to get the man off of her before three.

She got up, but Tai stuck two fingers in her pussy and put his other hand on her shoulder to keep her down. He thrust his digits in and out and Superia felt herself quivering.

Fuck she thought to herself, breathing heavy as she tried to resist his assault. Her bun had already come undone and her top had slipped off at some point during the match, exposing her fully erect nipples. Tai picked up his pace and Superia could feel herself getting here. She knew she had to do something soon, or he'd have bragging rights and she'd be taking it in the ass from Shu with the biggest strap-on she could find. She didn't even mind that she'd get fucked by both of the Fengs. She liked the idea, in fact. But what she hated was the fact that she'd have to lose a second fight in a day for that to happen.

His fingering was making it hard to think. She balled her hands into fists and clenched her eyes tight, trying to block out the sensation. Tai then applied more of his weight to her upper back, pinning her down on her chest but keeping her ass in the air. He took his hand from her shoulder and slapped her on the ass. The ample meat jiggled and he laughed.

"This prize will be all yours in a second, honey!" he said to his wife.

"Can't wait!" she answered.

Tai then leaned forward, so his mouth was next to Superia's ear. "Don't worry Naomi, she's gentle. Usually," he taunted before biting her ear.

It was then that Superia got an idea and acted. She twisted her arm back and reached up, wrapping it around his neck as best she could. The sudden moved startled him enough to make him break his pace, and Superia took advantage by tightening her hold and throwing her weight back, rolling her body so that she would roll over on top of him.

She scrambled into position first, twisting her body so that she managed to wrap her muscular thighs around his neck, keeping him down and his head immobile. She squeezed and looked Tai in the eye with a smile on her face.

"I promise you, I'm not gentle," she said with a grin before she began playing with his balls and cock while keeping her grip on his head and neck.

He gasped, unable to get words out and struggled to free himself. Every ounce of energy he wasted just gave Superia a bigger advantage, something he seemed to realize before long, even as he tried to finger her pussy.

His rock hard cock pressed against Superia's side, and she could feel something warm and sticky begin to coat her skin. She slid her hand on that side down, and began working the shaft nears it base while extending two fingers to toy with the balls at the same time.

Tai said something incomprehensible as his body stiffened then shuddered.

Superia's side got soaked with the man's semen.

He let out a long, drawn out gasp. His face was red and his eyes rolled back. Superia released her hold and slid her butt across the floor until she was sitting upright.

Tai rolled over with his eyes wide and legs spread, staring at the ceiling. His chest heaved and his cock dripped

Superia looked over at Shu, who squatted over a puddle of her own ejaculate with her back to the wall. She said something to her husband in Mandarin and laughed.

He gasped a reply and gave a thumbs up.

Superia smirked and brought her knees to her chest, taking a moment to catch her breath and wipe the sweat from her brow.

***

Superia wiggled her ass back into her shorts and slid her top back on. She then stuffed a wad of cash in her top and looked back over her shoulder while tying her hair.

Shu had her husband suspended from the ceiling with his arms and legs spread via four leather straps around each wrist and ankle. A ball gag hung from his neck. Around Shu's slender waist was a large, purple, ribbed dildo.

"You're not staying to watch?" Shu asked, pouting as she tied the dildo into place.

"Nah, I'm gonna head home. Long day," she said, smiling. "I'll leave you to it." 

"See you at the restaurant tomorrow?" Tai asked.

"Yup. I'll be by," Superia said while walking to the door. She waved at them while walking away. "Glad we did this."

"Bye Naomi," husband and wife both said before wife shoved the ball gag in husband's mouth.

Once out in the hall, she turned around to find Alexis, still in her work leather, leaning against the wall with a grin on her face.

"Well don't you look delighted as shit?"

Naomi said nothing. She simply took the money out of her top and showed Alexis.

"Uh huh. I guess it's safe to say everything's good here then?"

"Oh, yeah," Naomi answered before putting the money away again.

"Good. Because I can't take you moping around, whining and shit," Alexis said while walking toward her. "Let's go get dinner then, you're buying."

***

"Yeah, so, I got arrested earlier," Naomi said into her camera on her computer, sitting in her bra and panties in the dark of her apartment.

MagmaMonk: What for?

"Fighting some bitch who wrecked my car," she addressed the chat after taking a bite of dessert. "It's cool, though. The cops let me go after they saw I didn't start the fight."

CowboyBob: That Riot girl? I watched that on another site.

ArchLizard: What are you eating?

"It's chocolate cake from this restaurant I went to. I was gonna save it but, fuck it, I'm still hungry," she said, taking another bite. She then read the question before it. "Yeah, she called herself Riot. She's in a biker gang or something."

CowboyBob: You know she got out, right?

Naomi squinted and read the line repeatedly. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Moments later, a link appeared. Naomi clicked on it and read the news headline.

Daring Biker Raid on Police Station Frees Inmates, Injures Officers.

She skimmed the article for details. Two dozen bikers. Molotov cocktails. Barely any police, most were out on calls. She saw Riot's picture and her name in the caption. The words "among the free" were close to her name.

Naomi's jaw tightened as she went back to the chat.  She stewed for several seconds before putting her plate down, her appetite suddenly leaving her. "Good," she finally said. "She knows where to find me. I'm going to bed. Goodnight, everyone."

She shut down her computer and stood up. When she looked out her window, she stared at the twisted wreckage of her car and balled her hand into a fist, thinking only that she wanted to twist up Riot's face the same way.

"Or maybe I need to learn where I can find that bitch..." she said to herself. She grabbed her plate and put it in the refrigerator before heading to bed.

V

It was just past 11am and the temperature was already 85 degrees.

Naomi's brow dripped and her chest under her sports bra was soaked. Her leg muscles tightened as she ran along the sidewalk, her footsteps falling into a pattern with her breathing. She wore a pair of gray gym shorts that barely covered her ass, and she could feel the stares as she blew past the people on the sidewalk.

She planned her path on this run to take her past the Lucky Panda, and when she got there, Shu was outside, cleaning the newly replaced window. She turned when she saw Naomi coming and put her cloth over her shoulder.

"Replaced already?" Naomi pointed to the window.

"Couldn't stand to have that huge hole in the front of the store, especially with this heat," She said with a smile. She too sweat from the heat, her t-shirt almost soaked through.

"How did it go yesterday after I left?" Naomi asked her.

"I made Tai squeal," She said with a wide grin.

Naomi laughed. "Well, if you want to do it again, I'm working tonight."

"Ah, we only go once every other week. Don't want it to lose the thing that makes it so special, you know?"

Naomi nodded. "I'll see you in two weeks, then."

"Have fun with some other playmates tonight, and go on," she pointed. "Keep all of that tight for us." He gave Naomi a hard squeeze on her ass and sent her along.

Naomi laughed and continued running, spurned on by a slap on her ass from Shu.

Naomi made it several feet farther down the block when she heard a low, steady rumble coming from the street. To her right, two men on motorcycles sped past and she picked up on the Grim Reapers symbol on the backs of their vests right away. They stopped at a bar just ahead of her, and she had their lustful gazes as she ran past. She glanced back over her shoulder while continuing on and watched them say something to each other before going into the bar.

When Naomi got to the end of the block, she stopped and looked at her hand. She made a fist, turned around, smirked, and walked toward the bar.

***

The two bikers had been so engrossed in their beers and whatever story they were telling that they hadn't noticed Naomi watching them from a table for the past 10 minutes. One of them had short dark, spiky hair and was rail thin while the other was a fat guy with a shaved head and light brown beard.

Within moments, the skinny one got up, loudly announcing he had to piss, and left for the bathroom. Naomi got up and slid next to his buddy.

"Hi," she said, smiling at  him.

"Hey, baby," the biker said, smiling wide. He looked Naomi over. "You here all by yourself, are you?"

"Not anymore," Naomi chuckled.

"Well, shit, all right," the biker laughed. He then turned to the bartender. "Hey, brother, get the lady whatever she wants on me."

"Just a club soda," Naomi said to him.

"Playing it safe?" The biker asked.

"I don't drink, big guy. I got too many other bad habits."

"You're gonna have to tell me all about those."

Naomi smiled at him and propped her head up with her elbow on the bar. "I will after you tell me your name."

"My folks christened me Melvin, but everyone calls me Scuzz."

"Scuzz it is, then. Naomi," she said introducing yourself. "You and your buddy run with the Reapers, I see?"

"Damn right we do," Scuzz smiled, drinking his beer. "And we'll run this city soon enough."

At once, Naomi got her club soda and the other biker returned from the bathroom.

"Oh, hey, who's this?" The other biker asked, sitting on Naomi's other side.

"This here's Naomi," Scuzz said. "Naomi. Wino."

Naomi turned to Wino and gave him a flirty smile and wave, and when Wino smiled she saw a row of gold teeth on the bottom. Scuzz slid Wino his beer as Naomi looked from one biker to the other.

"I've been hearing about your crew ever since you rolled into town. Where do you hang out?"

"We got a clubhouse over on the south side of town," Wino told her. "Most of us bunk down there."

"Yeah?" Naomi asked. "That include your boss? I think they call her Riot?"

The bikers paused and looked at each other.

"Yeah, Riot too," Scuzz said, sitting up straight. "How do you know her name?"

Naomi downed her soda and eyed the beer bottles the bikers' hands. "I'm gonna tell you boys a secret. I already met Riot."

"What the fuck...?" Wino stood up.

"And?" Scuzz asked.

"And I'm gonna kick her pasty white ass," Naomi grinned. "Just like I did Turbo and those two pimple faced shithead prospects earlier."

"Shit, this is the bitch Riot warned us about!" Wino screamed before a beer bottle smashed across his face and sent him reeling.

Scuzz jumped up from his seat and backed up, keeping some distance while Naomi walked toward him, slowly.

"I'll head over to your clubhouse later, but I'm gonna send you idiots back with a message. Tell Riot I'm coming, and I'm gonna fuck her up."

"Tell her yourself, cunt!"

Naomi jumped in surprise when Wino leapt onto her back. Something covered her mouth and nose and, out of instinct, she breathed in deep. The fumes from the rag burned her nostrils as Wino held on tight, wrapping his legs around her waist.

Naomi felt woozy almost instantly, and stumbled into the bar, knocking over several stools. She realized immediately that she had just breathed in a heavy dose of chloroform.

She felt a hand grab her tit as she struggled to stay standing, and Wino pressed the rag against her face even harder. Her strength was leaving her and she could feel his rock-hard cock against her back as he leaned in close to her ear. "You fucked up, bitch. Your ass is ours now."

Shit Naomi thought, looking around for a way out of the this. Her eyelids felt heavy, and so did her limbs.

Wino jumped from her back and, a moment later, Scuzz's fist landed square on her jaw, putting her on her back on the bar's floor. Her vision blurred and her skull was rattled. She stared up at the bikers and groaned as they looked at each other, chuckled, and brought their heavy boots down on her face.

***

It was dusk when the trunk of the car opened, and Naomi screamed into the soaked rag tied to her face while struggling against the duct tape around her wrists.

Scuzz and Wino grabbed her and pulled her out, dropping her onto the concrete lot. Naomi looked forward, into the bright headlight of a motorcycle, and saw Riot sitting with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

"Look where fate has brought you. Back to me," Riot said. "I'm glad you boys listened when I told you what you needed to keep on you to subdue a bitch like her. Well done."

"Thanks, boss," Wino grinned.

"Pick her up, Scuzz," Riot ordered and the biker obeyed.

"Now, I know you aren't a superhero, but you're about to learn a valuable lesson that I'm told all of those costumed skanks learn eventually," Riot told her.

Scuzz and Wino laughed, with the latter slapping Naomi on her ass.

"You boys have your fun with her. She is your catch, after all," Riot told them. "Just leave the bitch alive and bring her back to the clubhouse when you're done. I'm gonna need my own excitement once we're done tearing this city apart."

The gang leader smirked and started her bike's engine. It let out a violent, thunderous roar. She then blew Naomi a kiss and took off, away from the lot with a screech of rubber.

When one of the bikers took the gag from her mouth, Naomi screamed into the night after Riot, only to be brought to her knees by another punch from Scuzz. Naomi coughed from the blow, her head still swimming and body still weak from the chloroform.

Scuzz's hand gripped a fistful of her hair and he whipped out his erect cock. Naomi gagged when it was forced down her throat. He grabbed the sides of her head, thrusting in and out of her mouth. With her hands tied, she was helpless to fight back against him, and the feel of his cock in her mouth hardened her nipples, despite the fact that she tried to fight the sensation.

Suddenly, Scuzz pulled himself back and stroked his cock, launching a hot, sticky stream onto Naomi's face. She barely had time to process that before Wino forced her to her feet and threw her against the closed trunk of the car.

The smaller biker picked up Naomi's legs, pulled her running shorts down, lowered his own pants, and then slammed his cock home. He gripped and squeezed her thighs, thrusting in and out of her, grunting and laughing as he went.

Naomi bit her lip and tried to fight the sensation of pleasure creeping through her body. She looked away from Wino until he grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him, and as he kept fucking, he leaned in and opened his mouth, drawing his tongue across her neck and upper chest while one hand massaged her tit.

She moaned when he sucked on her skin wiggling underneath him and try to put her mind anywhere else.

Then he pulled out and finished on Naomi's chest and stomach.

One of the bikers, she wasn't sure which, threw her on the ground before the two of them began talking to each other. Her head was still swimming and time seemed to be passing in a series of quick cuts that made it hard to tell what was happening. Naomi heard them mention things like 'gang bang' and 'ass play.'

As that happened, Naomi looked ahead, to an abandoned and crumbling warehouse in the distance. When she looked left, she saw a parked motorcycle. One of them must have taken they're own bike while the other stole a car to throw her in the trunk, she realized. She clenched her hands into a fist, growling when a rough hand grabbed her ass and gripped it, squeezing tight. They then pushed her back to the ground, and Naomi lay on her side as they talked to each other.

She looked at her shorts and panties down around her ankles, and slid her long legs up to kick both items off. When they turned and approached her, she kicked, but Scuzz caught her leg and smiled, waving a finger and shaking his head.

"Not today, sister," the big biker said. His cock was still out and he kept her leg under his arm as he knelt down. He put a hand on her neck, squeezed and held her down while sliding himself between her legs. Naomi squealed, trying to close her legs while Scuzz pushed his cock in as deep as it would go. She tried to cry out, but Scuzz's grip was strong. He leaned in, his broad chest against her tits, and slowed his pace, taking several long, deep strokes that stretched Naomi out and made her groan.

She could feel herself being pushed to the edge, her body still vulnerable after being hit with the chloroform. She looked up at Scuzz's grinning, bearded face and tried to focus on what she was going to do to it once her hands were free. She watched it twist in a mask of pleasure before the big man pulled himself free. His cock then hovered over her face and shot its load, caking her again as she coughed after he finally let go of her neck.

Scuzz stepped back and laughed, putting his cock back while Naomi rolled over and gagged. The biker's cum dripped from her face and into the asphalt, and she looked ahead at the warehouse.

"I promise we're just getting started," Scuzz said.

Naomi turned and saw him walking toward her. She looked down at his knee and then back up at him, her head still swimming but just enough clarity having returned over the past few seconds.

When he got close, Naomi lashed out with her right leg, catching Scuzz in his knee and causing him to buckle. The surprise hit gave her enough time to jump up and take off into a run.

"Shit! Get her!" Scuzz yelled.

Naomi looked back, her hands still tied, and kept running for the warehouse.

***

The next several minutes passed in silence as Naomi stuck to the shadows of the warehouse, listening closely for the bikers as they stumbled around in the dark trying to find her. They kept their voices low, and Naomi kept her footsteps quiet so she could outmaneuver them.

She managed to undo the bonds around her wrists with time, but she still felt partially weakened from being drugged and fucked by the pair. She swore to herself she'd get them for that.

Now, she stood with her back to a cracked pillar as Scuzz and Wino stalked the area nearby. They were on the second of the building's three floors, and the bikers walked near the edge of a massive hole in the floor of the decaying building.

Naomi peered around the pillar and watched Wino take the lead while Scuzz stayed back and scanned the area. She took a deep breath and darted from her hiding place.

Scuzz let out a surprised yelp when a body ran into him, and then a scream as he plunged down to the first floor, landing on his leg with a wet snap. His pained yelling filled the space and Wino jumped and looked around, not seeing anyone nearby. He ran to the edge of the hole and looked down to see Scuzz writhing on the floor, holding a busted leg.

"She's fucking up there with you, man!" Scuzz screamed at his friend.

Wino turned around to try and find her, but Naomi was already on him. Wino suddenly found himself hanging upside down by his ankle, suspended just above Scuzz as he thrashed.

"Still feeling a bit weak here," Naomi said to him. "I might drop you if you don't stop squirming," she said while holding him up with one hand.

"Fuck! Put me down, you crazy bitch!"

"Not a smart choice of words."

"Come on! Don't fucking kill me!" Wino pleaded.

"Tell me what I want to know."

"All right! All right!"

"How many of you are there?" Naomi asked.

"Just me and Scuzz. I swear!"

"In the gang, you idiot!" Naomi growled.

"Just over two dozen! That includes the boss!"

"The clubhouse is on the South Side, right? Give me an address."

"544 Decker Street!" Wino blurted out.

"Riot's like me. She have any other powers besides strength and toughness?" 

"That's it! I swear to God! She can fight, though. I saw her beat up a bitch who could shoot fire when we were in Detroit a few months back!"

Naomi nodded and threw Wino onto the floor a few feet behind her. She then walked over to him and, without a word, kicked him in the jaw hard enough to knock him unconscious.

Down on the first floor, Scuzz tried limping away on his busted leg when Naomi jumped down and landed behind him.

"Don't you fucking dare make me chase you, fat boy," Naomi threatened.

"Aw, come on. That's just mean," Scuzz said while stopping to face her. "It's just more of me to love."

Naomi walked toward him and stopped once she was closer. "That your bike outside, Melvin?"

Scuzz looked back at the stolen car and the bike. "You're not gonna trash my baby, are you?"

"I used to ride for the short year I lived in California. It's my baby now. Keys," she said, holding out her hand.

"Come on, sister. Don't do this!"

"Want me to bust the other leg?"

"It's my most prized possession!" Scuzz pleaded and then clenched his jaw to suppress a scream when Naomi grabbed his balls.

"Melvin...after what you did to me, you're lucky I don't tear them off."

Scuzz grumbled and took his keys from his vest, slapping them into Naomi's hand.

"Attaboy," Naomi said to him while letting him go. "Tell Riot and the rest of those burnouts I'm coming, or don't. It's gonna end up the same for them either way."

When Scuzz stayed quiet, Naomi walked away to leave the building.

"You superhero bitches are mean as fuck!" Scuzz said to her.

Naomi knelt down and picked up a broken brick. "I am not a goddamn superhero!" she said, throwing the brick and nailing the biker right between his eyes. He fell unconscious and she walked outside.

The night air was cool against her skin and her pussy still throbbed from Scuzz's assault. She grabbed her shorts and underwear and slid them on before continuing to the bike. When she got to the motorcycle, she took a moment to admire the machine, all chrome and shiny black metal. It was big bike, a cruiser, but that didn't surprise her as Scuzz was a big man. At the sight of it, she felt a sudden longing for her zippy little sport bike that she owned during her year in California.

She climbed into the seat, put the key in, turned, and felt a quiver in her thighs and pussy as the thing roared to life between her legs. A smile crossed Naomi's face as she let the machine idle for a few minutes. She then engaged the throttle and took off for home.

Next: Another Aphrodite appears. Naomi strikes back.