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The Story So Far: Naomi now knows who her enemy truly is, thanks for some helpful information provided by Mantis, a fellow Aphrodite and superhero. With what she learned, Naomi decided to take the fight to the Grim Reapers after fate dropped one of the gang's members, a woman named Trixie, in Naomi's lap. After having her fun, Naomi turned Trixie over to the cops. Now, it's Riot's turn.

Naomi Grant: Superia

pt. 4

by Sigma

VIII

"8....9....10!" Naomi said out loud, letting out a massive exhale as she squatted 1800 pounds of weight. She re-racked the barbell, her brow and chest soaked with sweat, and stepped back. All around her, people in the gym went about their exercises with loud pop music pouring from the speakers. Naomi had her own ear buds in, with thrash metal blaring into her ears. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw several muscle bound men glancing in her direction and muttering to themselves.

She grinned at them and flexed her fingers, preparing herself for her seventh and final set when something caught her attention on the television attached to the wall. She followed along with the captions.

"...made an arrest in yesterday's daring bank robbery on Haywood Street. Police say the suspect is Patricia Ann Jennings, aka 'Trixie', of Columbia, South Carolina. Ms. Jennings has a long history of violent and non-violent crime and is a known member of the Grim Reapers motorcycle club. Police say Ms. Jennings was captured by a mysterious vigilante calling herself 'Superia'."

Naomi grinned when the name popped up under Trixie's mugshot.

"There have been several reports over the last few days of several members of the Grim Reapers ending up in the hospital following confrontations with a woman police believe may be this mysterious 'Superia'. All hospitalized members of the gang describe her as being between 5 foot 10 and 6 feet tall, with an athletic build and light brown hair. Could it be that Delta City has a new crop of protectors just when they're needed most?"

Naomi chuckled just as someone tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around to find Alexis behind her, dressed in stylish, skin-tight, bright yellow gym clothes with her black hair tied in a bun.

"So what happened? Mantis give you a pep talk? You wearing a mask now?"

"No mask," Naomi answered. "They should know who I am," she said while stepping back over to the weights. "And yeah, something Mantis said got through to me. Whatever's going on with all this crime is only going to get worse, the way she figures. I'm still gonna kick Riot's head in for destroying my car and threatening you, but no sense in letting assholes like that think they can run my city."

"So it's definitely war?" Alexis asked.

"Hell yes, it's war."

Alexis nodded. "I figured. One of the guys at the club said he saw you there yesterday afternoon with some redhead. That's the bitch that was just on the news, wasn't it?"

"She was a squealer," Naomi smirked. "She gave me some good info on the gang, and Riot in particular."

"Well, I think you're crazy as shit, but if you're charging into the lion's den, you can't do it looking like you just crawled out of bed," Alexis told her. "We gotta get you an actual costume that works for all of this. I'm cool with people knowing my friend is a superhero, but you aren't running up into that biker hellhole looking like a slob and making me look bad in case the cameras catch you." 

"Fine, whatever," Naomi said while putting her shoulders to the barbell. "Just don't have me running around in an American flag or we aren't friends anymore."  

"All right. Meet me at the club at 8," Alexis said to her.

"Yes, mistress," Naomi said in a mocking tone, putting her hands on the barbell.

"I usually charge 250 an hour for someone to call me that," Alexis said, laughing and walking away to another part of the gym.

Naomi simply laughed, gripped the bar, and started her last set.

***

At the Grim Reaper's clubhouse, Riot stirred awake in the light of the warm afternoon sun. She sat up in her bad, her curvy, tattooed figured wrapped in the sheets. On either side of her were two fans of the club who had been hanging around, hoping to become prospects. One was a young man and the other a woman, and she had already forgotten their names, but they were eager and she was horny, so she brought them to her room with plenty of alcohol and other party favors.

They were both still out cold, and Riot climbed out of bed. The warm air kissed her naked skin as she stretched and yawned before she walked to her laptop on the table in her room. When she put on a news website, the local section had a headline about Trixie's arrest.

"God dammit..." Riot groaned. She read on, and learned about Superia, making the connection the minute she read about the woman's description. "That bitch..."

She turned when a knock sounded at the door. "It's open."

The door opened and muscular, bald man with a long beard walked in. He had a pair of sunglasses on his head with a long, jagged scar on his right cheek.

"What is it, Goldie?" Riot asked her second in command, a promotion he got now that Turbo was in jail.

"You see we lost Trixie now, too, right?"

"She was stupid. Why the hell was she robbing a bank by herself?"

"It was you who told us we can do whatever we wanted. I guess she took that to heart. But that's another soldier down, boss. Between Turbo and his guys, Scuzz and Wino, and now Trixie, we're hurting. This Superia chick is gunning for us."

"Let her. I'll take care of it."

"Boss, we know where the bitch lives. Let's just go kick her door in and end this now."

Riot walked over to her discarded clothes and grabbed her shorts, sliding them up her long legs and over her shapely ass while Goldie watched. She teased the motion, putting on a show for the man. "Let her come to us. I like the game."

"Boss, she's picking us off! We shouldn't let her decide how this plays. Remember Star City? Remember how you toyed with that one bitch Mirage? We almost didn't make it out of there!"

"Are you scared of Superia, Goldie?"

"She dropped Turbo's crew like they were nothing and she broke Scuzz's leg. From what I hear about Trixie, she was hogtied and naked with burn marks all over her when the cops found her. This Superia, or whatever the fuck her name is, is way more ruthless than Mirage, and that bitch had a sword! You're damn right I'm scared of her."

Riot walked over to Goldie and put her arms around his broad shoulders. Her smooth, perky tits pressed against his chest as she leaned in. "Do you fear her more than me?"

"N...no, boss..."

"Good. Because she may beat you senseless, but you ever question me again, Goldie, and I'll fucking eat you alive," Riot threatened, biting gently on the man's ear before pulling away. When she looked down, she saw his cock pressing against the inside of his pants and smirked. His face was a mix of anger and fear. "Now get the fuck out," Riot said.

Goldie swallowed a lump in his throat and exited, slamming the door.

Riot smirked and grabbed a tanktop. Just after she slid it on, her window shattered and a large metal object flew through and crashed into the floor. She rolled out of the way and looked at the object when it landed. It was a muffler from a motorcycle.

Riot's two partners jumped awake in the bed.

"What the hell was that?!" The girl asked, covering herself.

Riot ran to the broken window and paused. Every muscle on her body tensed up, and she let out a primal, guttural scream that echoed into the afternoon air. She then leapt through the window and landed on the sidewalk in her bare feet.

Naomi stood a few feet away over the wreckage of Riot's custom motorcycle. She held up an extended middle finger and her smile was from ear to ear. "Now we're even, meth head Barbie."

"YOU. FUCKING. CUNT!" Riot screamed and charged. "I'll kill you!!"

Naomi picked up one of the wheels and hurled it.

Riot was forced to stop and block the wheel, knocking it aside when it hit her. Behind her, the door to the clubhouse opened and roughly a dozen members of the gang swarmed out, behind their boss, with chains and bats ready.

"Bring me her fucking head!" Riot screamed and pointed.

They started to charge, but stopped at the sounds of sirens. Moments later, cop cars and SWAT vans converged on the clubhouse, causing the gang members to scatter. Naomi stepped back as the police began to arrive. She flexed and pointed to her bicep, blew Riot a kiss and ran down the street, vanishing in the confusion.

Riot let out another scream before running in another direction as confusion took over among the Grim Reapers and the cops began shouting orders and pointing guns.

***

ArchLizard: Yeah, that's it

Orangutank: Fucking sexy!!!

Naomi looked at the costume she had on, a silver corset with matching bikini bottoms and a pair of black, casual boots and fingerless gloves. She turned for the streaming audience, showing her ass to the camera, before turning it back around.

"We have a winner?" She looked at Alexis.

Alexis nodded while licking the paper on a fresh blunt. "I'd say so. The chat seems to like it."

They were in one of the private rooms at the club, with a rack of clothes behind Naomi and a pile of scrapped ideas on the floor next to her. Alexis sat at a table with Naomi's laptop and camera among several empty containers of food from The Lucky Panda.

Naomi looked the costume over and sighed.

"What? You don't like it?" Alexis asked her.

"No, this definitely works. It's just missing something..." She said before turning to the rack. She then started rifling through the clothes before pulling out a well-worn black leather jacket. She threw that over top the costume and adjusted it. "Here we are!"

"We are in a fucking heat wave. You're out of your damn mind if you're gonna run around fighting crime in a leather jacket," Alexis said. 

"Weren't you going on earlier about how important it is to look good?" Naomi shot back.

"All right, whatever, sweat your ass off," Alexis said while going through her purse. She eventually found a lighter and lit her blunt. After taking a long hit, she passed it to Naomi. She took a hit and exhaled the smoke.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this."

"And all because some crazy bitch fucked up your car," Alexis laughed, taking the blunt back when it was passed to her.

"I had that car for seven fucking years..." Naomi groaned.

"For what it's worth, the motorcycle fits..." Alexis motioned to her outfit "...this much better than the car did."

"Yeah, that's true," Naomi admitted. "No idea what the hell I'm gonna do in the winter, though."

"Some of those superheroines still run around in their bikinis in the winter," Alexis told her.

"Well then they're just as crazy," Naomi said while sliding into the other chair at the table. She took the blunt from Alexis when offered and took another hit.

"So are you," Alexis smiled. "Something about you super women that makes you ignore reason."

"But you still hang around me."

"Because you keep shit interesting," Alexis told her. "I don't know exactly what the hell it is you're gonna do, but I'm right there with you. I'm haunting you if you get my ass killed, though."

Naomi smiled and took Alexis' hand, "Fuck off. You're just gonna hang back in the corner of my room and watch me masturbate, you fucking pervert.

At that, Alexis bellowed a laugh and squeezed her friend's hand.

"All right, sexy, let's wrap this up and go home. I have a costume now," Naomi said.

Alexis got up and shut down the laptop before gathering up the food containers. Naomi finished off the blunt, got up and began cleaning up the clothes.

***

It was just before two in the morning when Alexis' car came to a stop in the apartment parking lot. Naomi parked her motorcycle right next to Alexis and climbed off, adjusting the backpack that held her laptop and new costume.

Naomi stretched her arms and yawned while Alexis went to the trunk of her car. "Want me to wait?" she asked her friend.

"No, go ahead. I'll call you tomorrow," Alexis said without looking up from her trunk.

"Kay," Naomi said before turning to walk away. She then snapped back around when she noticed movement behind Alexis. "Lex!" she cried out. Before Alexis could answer, a biker crept out of the shadows and put a rag around her mouth, catching her by surprise.

Naomi growled and ran to help, only to hear the roar of an engine. When she turned in the direction of the noise, she was bathed in the yellow glow of a pair of headlights, moments before the chrome bumper of a pickup truck slammed into her, throwing her onto the hood as the truck sped through the lot.

The truck braked abruptly and Naomi rolled off and hit the ground. She coughed, her whole body ringing with pain while the truck idled over her. She tried to push herself up and looked at a pair of women's motorcycle boots as they approached her.

"I caught your little web stream 'Superia'" Riot said before kicking Naomi hard in the ribs and forcing her to roll over. She then stepped on Naomi's neck and pressed down while putting her baseball bat over her shoulder. "Alexis belongs to me now."

Naomi growled. Riot's boot on her neck was the only thing keeping her from verbally tearing into the bitch.

"I had one of my guys trace the source of the stream. We'll be taking over your little swinger's club since those cops you brought shut down our clubhouse. You can come get Alexis after you wake up, if my crew hasn't ruined her like you ruined my fucking bike by then," Riot said with a laugh before bringing the bat down on Naomi's head, making everything go black.

IX

"Ms. Grant..."

Naomi's eyes fluttered open to the light of early morning.

"Ms. Grant, get up."

Naomi looked up to see Dodson, her landlord, peering at her over a metal wall. The next moment, a pungent smell hit Naomi's nose and she gagged and shot up. It took her a few moments before she realized she was laying in a dumpster near her building. The memory of what happened hours before came back, and when she looked around, she found her backpack. She threw it out of the dumpster before climbing out herself. A sudden spike of pain made her curse out loud as she fell from the dumpster onto the asphalt.

"Ms. Grant," Dodson continued, standing over her. "I cannot have you sleeping in public areas," he said, kneeling down.

Naomi's eyes went wide when she felt a hand squeezing her ass, and she reached back and grabbed Dodson’s balls. "Do that again and I rip them off..."

Dodson grunted in pain and tried to pull away, but that just made Naomi squeeze harder.

"You got me, Dodson?"

"Yes!"

Naomi let go and pushed him away, and she heard him fleeing as fast as he could, whimpering and cursing under his breath. She then peeled herself off the ground and picked up her backpack.

"I am going to kill that fucking cunt..."

***

"I am going to kill that fucking cunt..."

It was a line Naomi repeated to herself on her way up to her apartment. She repeated it as she passed out on her couch. She repeated it when she got up hours later and took an hour-long shower to wash off the grime and soothe the ache in her already-healing body. It was a line she repeated as she put on her costume, and mentally ran through all the ways she was going hurt Riot.

Her near-murderous thoughts were interrupted by a chime from her laptop, and halfway through lacing up her boots, she stopped and walked over to the computer to see that she had a new message. She opened it to find a link with the attached text "You're going to want to see this."

She didn't recognize the sender, but clicked the link and clenched her fist when she saw the first still, having to stop herself from putting her fist through her computer.

On her screen, Naomi saw Alexis strapped naked to a giant wooden frame in the shape of an X. Naomi recognized the room as one from the club, the same room she used to torment Trixie, as a matter of fact.

Alexis' face was a mask of rage as she glared at someone off-camera. "I swear to God, when I get out of this, my foot is going so far up your ass..."

Riot stepped into the frame holding a ball gag behind her back as she walked over to her captive. "Ah, ah, ah...we'll have none of that," she taunted, slipping behind her and looking into the camera. "I see you," Riot taunted Naomi. "Don't talk. Just look at this. These beautiful, soft, round curves, all mine..." she said, caressing Alexis' massive, caramel colored tits while kissing her shoulder and neck. Alexis fought against her bonds and screamed in frustration as Riot continued fondling her helpless body.

"Really, I should say....all ours..." Riot grinned. Several bikers then stepped into the frame. Some were naked already, some had their hands in their pants, and others were in the process of shedding their clothes. Riot grabbed Alexis by her jaw and made her look at them.

"Oh hell no!" Alexis screamed, fighting against her bonds even harder. "Naomi! You get your fucking ass down here and bust this bitch's head open, NOW!"

"Yeah, come on Naomi, join the fun," Riot offered. She put the gag in Alexis' mouth and tied it in place before molding Alexis' right tit in her hand while snaking her other hand down her belly to finger her waiting snatch. "We'll make sure we take care of you too. Nice costume, by the way. I'll peel it off and have my fun with you before I peel your fucking skin off for destroying my bike."

"You take your goddamn hands off of Lex or I am going to cripple you for life, shitstain!" Naomi raged at the computer.

"Oh?" Riot responded.

Alexis squirmed and tried to close her legs when Riot stuck two fingers in her. Her nipples were hard and she moaned, despite trying not to. The bikers around her laughed and approached, but everyone on camera jumped when the sound of a door being kicked in echoed through the room. They all turned around and Riot stared daggers at someone off camera.

"You'd better have a good fucking reason for...what the fuck?!" she screamed just before something knocked the camera over and the video went dead.

Naomi looked at the screen in confusion before realizing it was truly the end of the stream. She then finished lacing up before running to her open window, climbing on the ledge, and jumping out. Once she was on the ground, she ran to her waiting motorcycle and took off for the club.

***

The club's parking lot was quiet and filled with motorcycles, many of them custom jobs. Superia brought hers to a stop and climbed off to make her way to the front door. She slammed her fist against it three times.

"Whaddya want? Fuck off!" a man's voice called from inside.

Superia knocked again.

"I said FUCK OFF, dipshit!" the man on the other side said again.

Superia knocked a third time and the door swung open.

"You want my boot up your ass?!" The biker said before the door was even fully open. "OH SHIT!" he screamed just before Superia's fist found his face and the punch sent him flying into the club. He toppled over in an unconscious heap and Superia stepped over him and walked into the club, wading through discarded beer bottles and shed clothing. She noticed the guy at the door had his pants around his ankles and there was a gangbang porn playing on a laptop on the bar counter.

She stalked quietly through the halls, checking private rooms as she passed them. Some of them had cages and the club's bouncers had been stuffed inside of them, along with a few unlucky patrons who came by for a quick session before work.

Superia slipped past one room when she heard someone whisper her name.

"Superia?!"

She glanced back and saw big eyes staring at her from a under a tangled mess of pink hair.

"Rocket?!" Superia rushed over to her fellow bartender, who was squatting in a cage, stark naked.

"Heeey," Rocket laughed nervously. "Don't suppose you have a key?"

"What the hell happened here?" Superia asked, kneeling down so they were eye to eye.

"I came by to pick up an extra shift and these fucking bikers just stormed the place and started kicking the shit out of everyone. There are only two bouncers this early, so they just rolled over them," Rocket explained. "Those dirty shirtbirds then grabbed the rest of us and started passing us around while they raided the booze."

"Where are they all?" Superia asked, looking around.

"I dunno," Rocket told her. "Their leader's this evil megacunt, but she's kinda hot. She and a bunch of others went in back, and I think they had Mercy with them!"

Superia gritted her teeth when Rocket mentioned Alexis.

"Later on, some other bikers led by a bald dude with this ugly scar came in looking pissed off and ready to fight. They went in back and I heard some yelling and then what sounded like fighting."

Superia thought back to the video. "Sit tight. I'm gonna take care of this," she said before standing up.

"Wait..." Rocket said, grabbing her leg through the bars. "Can't you find me a key? I really have to pee!" she squirmed.

Superia let out a sigh and grabbed a bar. She strained, flexing her muscles and pulling until the bar came off. She then pulled two more, making just enough room for Rocket to squeeze her slim body through.

"Oh, that works, too..." Rocket blinked before taking her hand and crawling out. "Thanks, babe!" she said before she started to run off.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Superia said, grabbing her narrow, naked shoulder.

"What?" Rocket asked, hopping on one foot then the other while squeezing her legs together.

"Call the cops after you go to the bathroom, then find somewhere to hide until they get here."

"Okay, okay! Go get them!" Rocket said before running off.

Superia shook her head and continued in the other direction, not getting very far when a door just ahead of her opened.

"All right, where's that sexy little thing with the pink hair?!" A biker said out loud while walking into the hall, his pants tight with an erection. The beer bottles he held in each hand hit the ground and shattered, and he turned, ran, and screamed when he saw Superia barreling toward him.

"BOSS! BOSS! SHE'S HERE!" he shouted, running as Superia closed the gap.

Superia picked up her speed, grinning and dropping a shoulder as she closed in on the man before he could reach the door at the end of the long hallway of private rooms.

Moments later, the door flew open as Superia tackled her victim through it, catching the collected gang inside by surprise. The biker lay unconscious underneath her, and she stood up to size the 10 bikers that she counted. She noticed several other bikers, in varying states of undress, laying on the floor unconscious or tied up.

When she looked up, she saw Alexis still strapped to the frame. Right next to Alexis, Riot had been stripped naked and suspended by her wrists. She had a rag tied over her mouth and Superia could pick up a slight scent of chloroform even at this distance. A tall man had his pants around his ankles and his dick deep in Riot, pausing in mid-thrust when Superia stormed in.

"What the fuck..."

"Bitch was bringing too much heat on the club..." the man said, stepping forward and pulling his pants up. Riot's pale, twitching thighs were slick with cum as she dangled helplessly. He was tall and muscular, with a long beard and a scar on his right cheek. "Me and my boys had to take her down, bring the crew under control," he said.

"Uh huh..." Superia said, looking him over. "And you are...?"

"Name's Goldie," he grinned.

"Right, well...Goldie...I'm gonna need you and the rest of your sorry little band of walking STDs here to pack up and clear out before I get angry. You can take Queen Chlamydia here with you," she said, pointing to Riot. "The pretty one stays here with me, though," she winked at Alexis.

"Can't do it, sister," Goldie said, shaking his head. "At least not yet," he said, walking up so they were close. Goldie was several inches taller than Superia and looked down at her. "See, Riot cost us some money and good people, so we need to pimp her out to make that back."

"Good, great. Sell her ass to those Satan's Soldiers guys or whatever they're called. I'm sure they'll pay good money for a few cracks at the bitch who killed one of their guys."

Goldie laughed and looked at his crew before turning back to Superia "Man, you are fucking mean, lady. Even I'm not cruel enough to do some shit like that. No, we can stay right here in Delta and peddle her ass in Sugar Town. But," the big biker said, leaning in close. "We'll make money faster with two Aphrodite bitches in the stable," Goldie laughed.

Superia growled and stepped back, clenching her fists as the bikers surrounded her.

"I want her jacket," a female member of Goldie's crew said.

Superia looked at the bikers as they began closing in from all sides. She tied her hair back and nodded. "All right, then, assholes. Let's tango."

Next: The Final Showdown