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The Story So Far: Naomi's troubles with the Grim Reapers biker gang continue to mount. Their leader, Riot, wants her head. Two of the gang's members, Scuzz and Wino, managed to get the drop on her and have their way before she turned the tables on them. Fed up with the trouble this is causing her, Naomi decides it's time to go on the offensive.

Naomi Grant: Superia

pt. 3

by Sigma

VI

Sometime later, after a long shower, Naomi sat on her couch, cross-legged and with a giant bowl of cereal on her lap. She stared at the news on her TV when there was a knock on her door.

"It's open."

The door opened and closed, and Naomi heard the click of spiked heels on her floor getting closer.

Alexis paused and looked at the TV and then at Naomi. "You all right?"

Naomi turned and saw her friend was dressed for work, wrapped in her coat and wearing her dom heels. "I got jumped by some shithead bikers earlier. I took care of it, though."

"Is that why there's a motorcycle next to your car? Shit, I thought you just blew the money you made last night," she sat down next to Naomi, who turned back to the TV. "So are you taking the night off?"

Naomi shook her head. "I'm good."

Alexis simply shrugged and turned to the television.

"....ongoing reports about the crime wave carried out by the Grim Reapers Motorcycle Gang. Delta City PD, along with our local heroes, including Mantis, Thorn, and Spitfire have responded to increases in violent crime by the gang and other longtime criminals, but many fear that, with Star Woman gone, it may only be a matter of time before the city is overrun," the reporter said.

"Shit..." Alexis said. "I might have to get my fucking gun out of storage. I thought I left this shit behind when I moved out of The Bronx."

Naomi downed her milk and put the bowl on her coffee table. She then got up and stretched her arms. "I'm gonna go change. Let's go make some money."

***

The club was as busy as ever. Superia had already made a few hundred dollars in tips and had only been there for three hours so far. She glided, naked and covered in glitter, through the crowd of people to the bar with an empty tray, the whole time greeting people as she passed. Not for the first time, however, Superia locked eyes with a woman in the crowd who seemed to stand out from everyone else.

She was white, tall, with jet black hair and light brown eyes. She had an envy-inducing athletic build and a way of carrying herself that suggested she was equally as dangerous as she was elegant. Superia noticed, every time she saw the woman, that she was always by herself and always fully clothed. She wore a simple but beautiful dark blue dress with a plunging neckline to show off ample cleavage, and she would always smirk and nod whenever she and Superia met each other's gaze, but anytime Superia approached her, she vanished into the crowd almost like she wasn't there.

When Superia got to the bar, Rocket went to the cooler and pulled more beers for her. Superia set the tray down and looked back into the crowd to see the woman on the other side of the room with a cocktail, sitting at a table by herself and looking in Superia's direction.

"Hey, Rocket,"

"What's up?" Rocket asked while putting down some beers.

"Do you recognize her? The woman in the blue dress." Superia asked and pointed to the woman.

Rocket leaned over the bar and looked before shaking her head. "Never seen her before, babe. She must be a new member. Looks like she's got an eye for you, though," Rocket grinned.

"Huh," Superia said, looking back at the woman again.

"Go make that money," Rocket urged, filling the tray and sending her on her way.

***

After the night was done, Naomi and Alexis walked out of the club and into the parking lot toward Alexis' car. Alexis looked over and grinned as Naomi counted the stack of money she pulled in. Naomi put the $1500 in the pocket of her jeans and smiled at her friend, neither of them having to say anything.

But they both paused when a figure stood between them and the car.

She wore a mask that has mandibles along the jaw, and a matching dark green bikini with long gloves, boots, and a cape. Her hair was black as night.

"Shit!" Alexis gasped, her heart racing at the woman's sudden appearance.

Naomi stepped in front of her friend, fist clenched, and pushed Alexis behind her. "Who the hell...?"

"That's Mantis. She was one of Star Woman's team..." Alexis told her.

"Ms. Grant," Mantis said, stepping forward. "It's time we talked."

"Go on," Naomi said to Alexis, urging her toward the car. "I'll call you when I get home."

Without protest, Alexis dashed around Mantis and got in her car. She started the engine and left the parking lot, after which Mantis nodded to Naomi.

"You shouldn't ambush people like that, lady," Naomi said.

"Follow me," Mantis said, walking away from the club.

Naomi looked the woman in the eye, and at the way she carried herself, and realized she was the woman in the blue dress.

***

On the roof of a building near the club, Naomi held up a USB drive between her fingers, then looked at Mantis and shrugged. "What is this?"

"That drive contains everything you need to know about Riot and the Grim Reapers. They have a long and bloody history across the country. It'll help you in your fight," Mantis explained. "It's quite the story. One of our sisters in Star City almost had her a few months back, but Riot and her gang gave her the slip."

Naomi regarded the heroine with suspicion, but put the drive in her pocket. "Thanks...but...why?"

"This is a dangerous business we're in, Naomi. Every bit of information that can give us an edge helps."

"What business?"

"The hero business, of course."

"Do I look like a superhero to you, lady?" Naomi asked. "I'm not wearing spandex or some ridiculous bikini."

"Not from what I saw earlier," Mantis smirked.

"Oh, you're a fucking comedian, too? Christ."

"In all seriousness," Mantis changed her tone. "Whether you want to be or not, you're in the life. You're an Aphrodite like most of us, but you don't abuse your power like Riot does. That puts you on our side whether you realize it or not."

"Bull. Shit," Naomi scoffed and walked to the edge of the roof. She propped her elbows up on the ledge and looked out over the bright lights of the city.

"You know, I looked into you, too," Mantis said, walking up to Naomi.

Naomi kept her gaze forward.

"Can't be easy growing up poor in a big family in some no-name town in Iowa. Especially being what you are. I saw some old pictures. You're noticeably taller than both your sisters and all but one of your brothers. I bet the boys in your town took notice early and often, huh?" Mantis asked her.

"I got out before one of those idiots could knock me up," Naomi said to her.

"That why you learned how to fight, too? I managed to dig up some videos from your amateur kickboxing days, and your old Jiu-jitsu matches. You're good. You've got an instinct few fighters can say they have. That wrestling scholarship got you through four years and out of that town of yours. Those skills of yours came in handy too when you found those morons that kidnapped your older sister."

Naomi glared at Mantis. "Leave Tracy out of this..."

"Fair enough. My apologies. My point is, no one needed to twist your arm to get you to do the right thing. Besides that, you used what you were good at and it took you places." 

"What can I say? I got tired of the winters," Naomi said.

"Is that why you bounced around California and Florida after college, before you ended up here?"

“You forgot about Nevada,” Naomi added.

“Didn’t think a six month jail stay counted.”

Naomi shrugged.

"And why Delta, Naomi?"

"Got tired of the people in SoCal and Miami and that asshole sheriff in Nevada had an itchy trigger finger and couldn't keep his cock in his pants, so I figured staying wasn't a good idea. This seemed like a good middle ground. Good beaches, winters aren't too bad, and it's cheap enough."

"You know Delta is one of the top 5 cities for our kind in the country, right? The crime comes right along with that. It's like two magnets."

Naomi turned and looked at her.

"Something's happening out there, Naomi. It's bigger than you or me. Bigger than Star Woman and Scorpio," Mantis explained. "We have our hands full trying to keep people safe, but someone's behind this and I think they're gonna make their move soon."

"So, what?" Naomi said. "Riot's part of that?"

"I doubt it. She doesn't strike me as someone who willingly follows others. If she is involved, she doesn't know it. Star Woman was just the start of it."

"So what are you saying? Someone took Star Woman and Scorpio off the board so they could move on Delta."

"Scorpio isn't dead," Mantis said grimly. "We recovered Star Woman's body, but we only recovered some of Scorpio's tech. We managed to keep that part out of the media."

"Yeah, well, good luck with that," Naomi said. "I just want to kick Riot's ass for fucking up my car and threatening my friend."

"Well, like it or not Naomi, you're in the life now," Mantis told her. "I don't take you for someone who believes in destiny, but that's what this is. This city is your home just as much as mine. You can't help but protect it. Your old boss, your friends who own the Chinese restaurant...you acted without hesitating when they were in trouble," she explained. "Oh, and I know about that time last year where you bullied those three thugs who were going to rob that young couple."

"What the fu..." Naomi mouthed in surprise. She quickly changed her expression. "Then you know what I did with the money I took from their pockets. I mean...the money didn't use to buy weed..."

"The movie sucked, but I flashed my tits at the guy at the concessions stand and got free popcorn and candy. I believe that's what you posted in your chat," Mantis said. "Truth is, I've been watching you for a while, Naomi. You've been a potential recruit since. Now, you're truly needed. I can't help you with Riot, neither can any of the others. We all have our own sections of the city to keep safe, but hopefully that drive helps you in some way," Mantis told her before climbing onto the ledge.

"Thanks," Naomi said again. "But I doubt we'll see each other again." She looked Mantis up and down, keeping her eyes on the heroine's long, shapely legs, sculpted, round ass, and eyeing the curve of her hips, back, and shoulders. Impressively shaped muscle rippled beneath Mantis' skimpy costume, and Naomi eventually had to force herself to look away. Partly because she wanted to peek under the costume, partly because she wanted to know Mantis' gym routine.

"I promise you we will...," Mantis said to her. "Good luck out there. Maybe some day soon you and I can spar, huh?" Mantis said with a smirk.

"Lady, I promise I'll have you on the ground before long," Naomi answered.

"Don't you dare threaten me with a good time...Superia." Mantis winked before diving from the roof.

Naomi watched her plummet down the side of the building before firing a grappling line from a gun she pulled from her belt and swinging away into the city. She bit her lip and chuckled. She then sighed and looked at the USB drive Mantis gave her, thinking about the woman's words as the sounds of the city filled the air.

VII

Riot's real name was Jackie DuPont and, depending on which report you choose to believe, she was either born in Texas or Louisiana 26 years ago. Reports on her early life are scant. What's agreed upon is that she has a laundry list of crimes attributed to her across much of the lower 48 states. She's even had run-ins with costumed crime fighters in cities across the country, escaped imprisonment four times, not including her most recent incident, and is a person of interest in a number of robberies, acts of vandalism, kidnappings, and even a handful of murders.

Riot linked up with the Grim Reapers three years ago as a member of the Atlanta chapter, but reports say she and some members left and started their own chapter. Riot was last seen in Star City, during which she engaged in a prolonged conflict with the local heroine Mirage. Notes in the file emphasized not only her increased physical abilities and disdain for authority, but above average intelligence and outgoing, charismatic personality. Those qualities, the report said, are hindered by poor impulse control, an arrogant nature, and a short temper.

Naomi sat on her couch in the dark of her apartment, reading the file on the drive Mantis gave her, and painted her own picture of her enemy. She especially took note of the mentions of Riot's custom motorcycle being her prized possession, and how she's suspected in the murder of a gang member from the Grim Reapers' rivals, Satan's Soldiers, when he 'relieved himself' on the machine last year. The man was so badly beaten that he had to be identified by dental records.

"Crazy bitch...' Naomi muttered, closing the file once she gathered everything she needed.

She looked out her window and into the pitch black of night outside her window, letting out a long yawn. "Jesus," she said when she looked at her computer's clock and realized it was just after 4am. She glanced at the stack of cash on her coffee table while closing her laptop.

All right, time for bed. I'll deposit that in the morning and hit the gym after while I figure out what to do about Riot. She thought to herself while putting her computer on the table. She stretched her long arms over her head, and then bent over at the waist, stretching the muscles of her toned, bare thighs. She then walked to her bedroom, stripping off what little clothing she still had on and tossing it all on the floor as she went. The cool air from the fan kissed her naked skin.

"Too fucking hot to put pajamas on..." she said to herself while collapsing onto her bed.

***

The next morning was cool enough that Naomi had put on a hoodie before leaving. She brought her new motorcycle to a stop outside of a branch of Delta City Bank, and when she climbed off, she immediately noticed another, smaller motorcycle a few spaces over. She put her sunglasses on her forehead and looked it over. It was a cruiser, but not as powerful as the one she had. Still, it wasn't a bad bike at all.

She shrugged and started toward the bank, jumping out of instinct when she heard the deafening ring of gunshots. Several people on the sidewalk shouted in surprise and ran when a woman burst out of the door of the bank with a heavy bag over her shoulder in one hand and a gun in the other.

Naomi grinned when she saw the symbol of the Grim Reapers on the back of the woman's vest.

She immediately began running in Naomi's direction, but Naomi stood in place and looked at the second motorcycle. She lifted her leg, put her foot on the side of the bike, and kicked it over in full view of the woman.

"FUCKING BITCH!" The woman screamed, aiming the gun at Naomi.

"Stop right there!" A man shouted. A security guard ran out behind her, but ducked for cover when the biker turned and fired two rounds at him. She then turned and took off, bolting past Naomi. Naomi laughed out loud, not believing her good luck, and pulled her hood over her head before taking off after the woman. 

Naomi toyed with the biker, running at a deliberately slow pace and keeping her distance, knowing she could overtake her at any time. Civilians scattered out of the way when they saw the woman running, and when Naomi saw the biker raise her gun and point it back, she cursed and grabbed the lid from a trash can on the street mid-run and threw it like a disc.

The hit startled the biker and made her stumble and trip. She looked back and Naomi stood there, cracking her knuckles and walking toward her. The biker scrambled to her feet and ran down an alley, cursing out loud when she found it to be a dead end.

She turned around and raised her gun at the mouth of the alley, waiting for the Amazonian bitch in the hoodie to show up so she could light her up. She was completely ignorant of the shadow passing overhead from rooftop to rooftop.

"Hey," a woman's voice said.

The biker screamed and spun around, but Naomi stopped her gun arm and drilled her in the gut with a punch, causing her to double over and drop the gun and bag. Naomi then grabbed her by her head of curly red hair and threw her against the wall after kicking the gun away.

"Oh shit..." the biker said. "You're that bitch the boss warned us about. You put Scuzz and the others in the hospital, you cunt!"

"I'm sure they've got a bed for one more."

The biker threw a punch that hit Naomi in the side of the face, but her head didn't snap to the side. She didn't move at all.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I'm sorry!" the biker apologized and backed away.

Naomi then smacked her in the side of her head, staggering her, and pushed her into the wall again. She put her forearm across the woman's neck and smiled. "What's your name?" 

"T...Trixie..." she choked.

Naomi chuckled and traced her finger across the top of Trixie's chest. The woman squirmed beneath her hold but didn't dare fight back. There was genuine fear in her eyes.

"You wanna tell me about Riot and her gang?"

Trixie bit her lip, as if thinking about the question. She then got a defiant look in her eye. "Fuck you. I'm not telling you shit!"

"You afraid of Riot, Trixie?"

"Fuck you!" Trixie repeated.

"All right. I guess we do this the fun way,"  Naomi said before slamming Trixie's head against the wall. She collapsed to the alley floor in an unconscious heap. Naomi looked around, saw no witnesses, and opened the bag to find it half full with cash. Naomi then picked up Trixie's handgun, ejected the live round from the chamber, and after some exploratory fumbling, ejected the magazine and put the weapon in the bag. She opened a trash can and dropped the bag in. "Be back for you later."

Naomi then took off her hoodie and slid it onto Trixie before picking her up, slinging her across her shoulders and walking out the alley.

It was a short walk back to the site of the bank, and Naomi made sure her hood covered Trixie's head, so no one who saw her earlier got a good look at her face. Near the bank, a few police officers on the scene noticed the pair and a cop walked up to Naomi.

"What's this?" the cop asked, pointing to Trixie.

"Oh, my friend's just hungover," Naomi smiled. "Just gonna get her home, get her some coffee and put her in bed. What happened here?" she feigned ignorance.

"Bank robbery," the cop said, looking back at the scene. "Whole damn city's going to hell. You two be safe," he said before walking away.

Naomi smirked and put Trixie on her bike before climbing on, starting the engine, and pulling away from the bank.

***

Trixie jolted awake and gasped when she was splashed with ice cold water. When she tried to move, she found her arms bound to metal, and her ankles tied to the legs of the cold, chair under her bare ass.

"What the fuck is this?" she asked with panic in her voice. Her nipples were hard from the sudden cold. "Where am I?"

Superia stood in front of her wearing her silver bikini top and shorts. She carried a long, thin wooden stick in her hand that she beat against one palm.

Trixie stared at her and looked around the room. She noticed a rack on the wall to her left that held a variety of sex toys; things like whips, gags, cuffs, and collars. There was a large, wooden, X-shaped rack to the right, and candles burned all around the room, filling its air with the scent of berry.

"What the hell did you do with my clothes, you psycho bitch?" Trixie demanded.

In an instant, Superia lashed out with the wooden stick and Trixie squealed as it struck her naked skin, leaving a red mark on the inside of her left thigh. Superia smiled and tapped the stick against her bare shoulder. "You don't talk to me like that," she told her.

Trixie looked up at her and stayed quiet.

"Now, I want information about your gang. Wino already told me a few things, but I need more."

"I'm not telling you anything," Trixie promised.

"Oh, you will," Superia said to her. "Play ball with me, and I let you walk."

"And if not?" Trixie asked, watching Superia as she slowly walked in front of her. She winced again and choked down a scream when the stick slapped against her skin, this time across her right tit, leaving another red mark.

"That," Superia told her. "And trust me, this is just the warm up," she said while indicating all the other tools in the room.

"No," Trixie answered. "You don't know what Riot's like. She's fucking dangerous."

"So am I," Superia said, whipping the girl across her sculpted abs. Trixie squealed again and bit her lip. Her toes curled and every muscle on her naked body flexed when she was struck.

"I mean it. Some of the others are afraid of her because of what she can do. They're talking about taking over and getting rid of her."

"I don't give a shit about you dirtbags backstabbing each other. How's the gang operate? What's Riot's schedule like?"

"Why? You think you can fight her?" Trixie asked, then screamed when she was whipped twice, once across her left thigh and then again across her left tit.

"Did I say you could ask questions?" Superia asked.

Trixie's eyes welled with tears. "Fuck you! All you super bitches are goddamn crazy!"

She got whipped across the shoulder, and her whole body shuddered. Her flesh jiggled and she bit down on her lip while squirming in her chair.

"You were going to fucking shoot me," Superia said. "You're lucky I didn't drag you on to a rooftop so we can see if you know how to fly."

"And when I get out of here, I'm putting a bullet in that fucking head of yours after the gang fucks you in every hole," Trixie promised.

Superia stepped back, sighed and nodded. She then whipped Trixie again, extra hard on her spread pussy lips, and the girl screamed. Her thighs shook as she tried to close her legs and her muscles tensed when she pulled at the ropes holding her in place.

"I don't know why you bikers never want to do things the easy way. I guess it's in your rebellious nature," Superia said, pacing around Trixie. Trixie tracked her movements as best she could, and she whimpered at the lingering pain between her legs. The sensation was betrayed by her hardened nipples and racing pulse, and she remained still as Superia began undoing her ropes. Before long, Trixie's arms and legs where free, and she gasped when Superia pushed her to the cold, stone floor. 

Trixie looked to the door, the only one in the room, and thought about making a break for it. But before she could get up, Superia pinned her down by putting her knee on her back. As she squirmed under Superia's weight, she noticed metal rings built into the floor.

"Last chance to talk before we move on, Trixie."

"Fuck you," Trixie replied.

Superia whipped her hard across her ass, causing her to scream and jump. She then gripped Trixie by her curly red hair and pulled her up to her knees before throwing her back down, onto her back this time. She worked quickly, tying Trixie's arms and legs to the half-rings attached to the floor, so the skinny biker lay splayed on the floor in the shape of an X, completely immobilized and with her legs spread wide.

Trixie listened to the sound of Superia's bare feet against the concrete and lifted her head. She saw her pick up one of the burning candles and look it over closely before nodding in approval. Superia then walked back over to her and squatted, lowering herself onto Trixie's stomach.

Superia's comparatively massive tits hung over Trixie's face as she looked down at her prisoner, holding the candle. "You ever have hot candle wax poured on you?" she asked.

Trixie shook her head.

"I have. Got paid $500 by some guy on the internet. The anticipation was worse than the actual pain, but that might just be me," she said while lowering it. A small drop of hot wax dripped from the candle and onto Trixie's naked chest.

She screamed and squirmed underneath Superia, a sound that filled the room, and Superia stayed seated. "Riot's schedule, Trixie. Talk."

"No!"

Superia poured more wax, and longer. Trixie screamed louder and longer, and squirmed even more.

Superia chuckled and turned around. She then stood up just enough to lower her shorts, scooted back and sat on Trixie's face. "Since you don't feel like talking and all..." She then poured more wax, and Trixie's screams were muffled by Superia's pussy covering her mouth.

This carried on for several more minutes, and Superia gasped and laughed when she felt the girl's tongue go inside of her. Her own nipples were hard, pressing against the inside of her top. "Trying to eat your way out of this?" She laughed again and poured more.

At this point, Trixie's skinny body was nearly half covered in poured wax, and the girl's chest heaved with heavy breathing, both from the screaming and from the pleasure. Superia ran her free hand down Trixie's coated flesh, teasing her clean shaven pussy with the tips of fingers while pouring more wax on her chest and stomach.

"I have plenty of candles here, Trixie," Superia promised while pouring a steady stream onto her skin, leaving a messy ring.

Trixie bucked and screamed beneath Superia when she held the pour, and Superia looked back and laughed, lifting her hips so Trixie would have some air.

"I'll fucking talk!" the girl yelled before sucking in air to catch her breath.

"Good," Superia said. "But you're gonna finish this first," she told her before lowering her pussy back onto Trixie's face. Superia's eyes went wide and she gasped herself when Trixie pushed her tongue in deep this time, and the girl's toes curled and fingers balled into a fist as Superia let a slow, deliberate pour onto what little untouched flesh Trixie still had.

Superia lowered her head before pushing her hair back. She then licked her lips and slowly slid her index in middle finger on one hand into Trixie's vulnerable pussy while pouring more wax. Trixie groaned, long and drawn out, as Superia continued with her torments.

***

"I'm telling you, man, with Star Woman gone, this shit's gonna get a lot worse," a police officer said to her partner as they walked out of a sandwich shop with bags and drinks.

"No, I know, but what the hell can we do? The other heroes are all stretched thin, and we don't have the weapons and resources to deal with all these psychos," her partner answered.

"We just have to keep at it and hope..." she paused and nearly dropped her bag when they reached the car.

Her partner did the same when he saw the sight in front of them.

On the hood the car, Trixie lay bound with her wrists tied to her ankles and her ass in the air. There was a massive purple plug stuffed in her ass with a smaller, curved arm pushed into her pussy, and it hummed with activity as Trixie groaned and drooled in the ball gag stuffed in her mouth. A large bag lay on the hood next to her with a note attached.

The male cop stared in disbelief while his partner grabbed the note and opened it.

"Hey officers. This is Trixie. She's the asshole from the Grim Reapers who robbed the bank on Haywood Street earlier this afternoon. All $12,000 she stole is in the bag too (along with the gun she used). I don't want you coming after me, saying I took any. We're on the same side, after all.

<3 Superia."

"Who the fuck is Superia?" The female cop asked her partner while reaching for her radio to call it in.

Next: Superia moves on Riot.