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The Story So Far: This is it. Superia storms into the fetish club where she works after it gets taken over by Riot and her gang following their kidnapping of Superia's best friend, Alexis. Only, not everything is as it seems. Traitors in Riot's gang have beaten Superia to the punch, chained their old leader up and, and are taking turns having their way with her. But Riot belongs to Superia, and she's going to make sure these scumbag bikers know it...

Naomi Grant: Superia

pt. 5

by Sigma

X

"Get her!" Goldie ordered.

The bikers swarmed Superia all at once, grabbing her arms and legs before she could react. Their collective numbers weighed her down, and she did everything in her power just to stay on her feet as they pulled, but it proved tougher than she anticipated, even with her strength. A pair of tattooed arms wrapped around her waist and another arm snaked around her neck and squeezed, threatening her breathing. Superia growled and bit down hard, causing the man trying to choke her to scream and recoil.

With her neck free, she turned and bit someone holding her arm, and when they were forced to let go, she let her fist fly, sending bikers reeling until she was free of their grasp.

"Fucking shitheads!" she screamed, forcing them all back as they surrounded her, some of them hesitant to attack again.

She looked at the numbers against her and weighed her chances of being able to fight them off, especially in an enclosed space. She could run, lead them through the halls of the club. She knew the place well enough to hide and set up ambushes, but she'd be abandoning Alexis, and one of the idiots might find Rocket, wherever she ended up hiding.

She could wait them out until the cops showed up, but there was no telling if they would take Rocket's call seriously and actually show.

"Fuck..." Superia thought, quickly running out of options. She glanced back over her shoulder at Riot, who still hang from the ceiling, her wrists bound by chain that Superia knew she could snap with ease. "Un-fucking-believable..."

She turned back around from her brief distraction just long enough to block a beer bottle being swung down at her. It shattered against her arm, and she grunted from the surprise blow, but that was all the distraction another biker needed to break a chair over her head and send her tumbling to the floor.

She covered her head as leather boots stomped and fists rained down. Hands grabbed at her costume, tearing at it and ripping off giant strips until she was covered in pathetic, torn segments of it. Rough hands pulled her back up and someone stripped her still-intact jacket. The other bikers handled her exposed skin while someone kicked her in the back of her legs and forced her to her knees.

"You got a lot of fight in you, girl," Goldie said while walking up and unzipping his pants. "We're gonna have to do something about that." He then pulled his erect cock out of his pants and Superia grunted as someone grabbed her hair and pulled, forcing her to face the Grim Reapers' new leader. Goldie took a fistful of her hair and shoved himself in her mouth.

She gasped as the biker leader thrust himself in and out in a steady motion. While Goldie worked her jaw, several others fondled her tits, kneading the soft, tender flesh with their hands while they taunted to her of things to come. Out the corner of her eye, Superia saw some of the bikers jerking themselves off. Her own nipples were hard already, something one of the bikers pointed out to the rest.

The sensation running through her body caused her to think of nothing but the cock in her mouth and the hands on her body. She felt herself growing wet between her legs. Her heart was racing and she wrapped her tongue around Goldie's cock, every instinct she had telling her not to let it go even though she knew, somehow, that was wrong.

"This bitch is just waiting for us!" he declared, laughing.

"How many cocks you think this bitch can take at once?" one of the women in Goldie's crew asked.

"Why the fuck are you asking me?" Goldie responded. "Let's find out!"

There was a cheer, and hands shifted, pulling Superia off of Goldie and dragging her down. She licked her lips, trying to not lose the sensation of the taste in her mouth as the world shifted around her and scarred, bearded faces looked down with lust and cruelty in their eyes. When she saw those faces, sense started taking hold in her head again, and she resisted the collective pull, kicking her unsecured legs and catching someone in the knee.

"Ah! Fucking bitch!" the man screamed as he tumbled to the floor.

The distraction was enough that she pulled harder and kicked again, catching someone else in the leg and causing them to fall. She then pulled her left arm with every bit of waning strength she had, making the woman holding her arm trip forward and run into the person holding her right arm. Angry curses echoed as they stumbled into the each other and Superia used the confusion to get away from them now that her arms were free.

"Get her!" Superia heard Goldie yell over the bikers shouting and tripping over each other. She began lashing out in every direction, from her back on the floor. Her fists and feet caught knees and stomachs no matter where she aimed, and she managed to create enough space to get back on her feet and drive her attackers back again. She stepped back, in Riot's direction as the bikers surged forward, and then turned and ran to the captive gang leader.

With a surge of energy, Superia leapt through the air. Her body slammed hard into Riot's, their massive, naked chests impacting and squishing together in a hit that woke Riot from her stupor.

"Wake up, fuckhead!" Superia said while wrapping her muscular thighs around Riot's waist and holding on. She then reached up and yanked on Riot's chain with both hands.

Metal snapped and the two women fell to the floor in a heap.

The bikers paused, some of them cursing under their breath. The air was silent as Superia and Riot stood up, side by side, and Riot ripped the chloroform rag taped to her mouth away and tossed it.

Riot eyed Goldie and his treasonous crew and smirked. Superia glanced at her and cracked her knuckles.

"You and I are far from even, bitch..." Riot said to Superia without looking at her.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Good. Let's take out the trash, then you and I can settle it."

"Deal."

"Oh, shit..." Goldie said before turning and pushing through this crew to reach the door. "Get out of my fucking way!"

Behind him, he heard the sounds of screaming and bones being broken as the two Aphrodites moved through his crew. He reached the door and pushed against it, but it wouldn't move. In his panic, he slammed his fist against it, trying to open it and escape. He jumped when a body slammed into the door next to him, and looked down to see Sandy "the Runt" Hollis, one of the women in his crew, unconscious on the floor.

"No, no, no!" Goldie screamed and slammed his shoulder into the door, trying to force it open.

A hand over his shoulder pressed against the door and Goldie turned to see Riot smiling at him.

Superia walked up behind her and looked down at Sandy before turning the petite woman over with her foot. "My jacket is way too big for this bitch..." Superia uttered.

"Where you running to, Goldie?" Riot asked.

Goldie tried pushing again but Riot put a hand on his shoulder, pulled him back and grabbed the doorknob. "You have to pull it open, Goldie..." Riot told him before demonstrating and then slamming it closed again.

The mutinous biker turned and whimpered, slumping down to the floor and looking up at his boss.

Next to her, Superia slid her jacket back on over her naked shoulders and tossed her hair so it wasn't stuck under the collar.

The two Aphrodites looked at each other and Superia nodded at Goldie while looking at Riot. "While we're young, cum dumpster..." 

"Gonna shut that mouth of yours for good when I'm done with him..." Riot promised before grabbing Goldie by his collar and forcing him to his feet.

***

"....Pathetic." Riot scoffed, holding a bruised and bloody Goldie by his collar as she looked down at him with her other hand clenched into a fist. He groaned and she dropped him to the floor before turning to Superia.

"Yeah, well, they're your people," Superia said casually while getting Alexis down from the X frame. She pulled the ball gag from her friend's mouth and threw it aside.

"You're fucking lucky I like you," Alexis said to Superia, who simply grinned at her.

"No, don't give me that fucking look," Alexis told her. "You owe me lunch. Let's get out of...NAOMI, WATCH OUT!"

Superia turned around just in time to catch a hard punch from Riot that sent her into the wall right behind her. She impacted it hard enough to leave cracks and slumped forward, but stayed upright when Riot grabbed her by the throat.

"We agreed to settle this once the trash was taken out, so let's do this," Riot grinned.

Superia flashed her a defiant glare, but Riot simply laughed and kissed Superia on the lips before drawing a finger down her naked chest. "Yeah, this is gonna be fun," she taunted while squeezing Superia's throat.

Superia gagged and clenched Riot's wrist as her grip tightened. When she kicked, Riot slipped to the side while keeping her hold. She swatted away weak punches and then hit Superia hard in her tight stomach to knock the fight out of her.

"Nuh uh...you belong to me now," Riot told her while sliding her fingers down her body and teasing the lips of her pussy. "And I'm gonna enjoy every little inch..."

She dropped Superia to the floor, and when the heroine tried to crawl away, Riot pushed her down with her bare foot. She then kicked Superia hard in the ribs, forcing her to roll over, and knelt. "You look good on your back. Riot said, raising her fist, "I want to see how much punishment that pussy can take."

"Don't you fucking dare you cu-AH!" Superia screamed as Riot begin shoving her fingers in, squeezing the meat of her thigh and digging her nails in. She grinned as Superia's face twisted in a mix of pleasure and agony, trying to clutch for anything while fighting back the sensation. Riot shifted her weight to keep Superia pinned and began thrusting in and out of her. "Admit that I'm your better, Superia!"

Superia clenched her teeth, not wanting to give Riot the satisfaction of screaming as she was being ripped apart. "Fuck you, trailer trash!" was all she managed, eyes shut tight.

Riot only laughed. "I guess I'll put that mouth to use next, huh?" 

She grabbed a fistful of Superia's hair and pulled, thrusting her arm deeper and stretching Superia out around her wrist. She leaned in for leverage, pressing her tits against Superia's face, nearly smothering her. Riot slapped Superia's thigh before a big thrust that made her cry out. Riot only laughed and pushed deeper in response. When Superia let out a string of muffled curses, Riot applied her weight even more. "Keep talking shit and my fist is going in your ass next," she threatened. "I told you, bitch, I run this city now."

"Yeah, well, you're in my club, you asshole!"

Realization then dawned on Riot's face. "Shit!" she screamed before looking up just in time to see Alexis swing a chair leg at her.

The hit rattled Riot enough to make her pull out of Superia, who immediately crawled forward to get away, holding her tender, throbbing pussy.

Alexis pressed her attack, hitting Riot repeatedly with her weapon until the gang leader growled and knocked it out of her hand.

"Shit!" Alexis cried out and tried to run. Riot leapt up and grabbed her wrist and when Alexis tried to pull back, Riot swept her ankles and knocked her to the floor. She then straddled Alexis before she could get back up and held her down by her wrists.

"We didn't get to play before Goldie and his flunkies showed up," Riot said, squeezing Alexis' tits. "Wait your turn."

Riot chuckled, but her celebration was short lived. She gasped when a pair of lean arms snaked around her and, next thing she knew, Superia had her in a sleeper hold and pulled her off of Alexis. 

"Get off!" Riot gagged, slamming her elbows back into Superia's ribs.

"Not a chance, cunt bag!" Superia growled, wincing under each blow as she tightened her hold.

The two women thrashed around the room, a pair of lean, powerful bodies locked in struggle as one tried to gain dominance over the other. Superia swung Riot around and Riot did all she could to try and keep her feet planted. She reached back with long limbs and grasped until she got a hold of two fistfuls of Superia's hair. A grin then crossed Riot's face as she let her legs drop out from under her and fell to the floor ass-first.

Superia cursed when she realized, too late, what Riot was doing. She fell with Riot, and the top of Riot's head drove up and into the bottom of Superia's jaw when her ass hit the floor. The blow stunned her hard enough to make her let go and stagger back, and she looked as Riot twisted her naked body around and jumped to her feet. Riot then got low and charged at Superia.

"Nope," Superia said, clenching her stinging jaw and timing her counter move.

Riot went for a tackle, a move Superia read and managed to dodge at the last second. Riot's momentum carried her forward, much to her surprise, and when she stood and spun back around, she caught the full force of Superia's forehead on her nose and mouth. Riot screamed, holding her face. Rage and frustration sounded in her throat and she attacked again, only to have Superia grab her by the sides of her head and drive her knee hard into her exposed midsection. Riot grunted under the force of the blow and Superia spun on her heels, getting behind Riot. She then extended a leg and landed a powerful kick on the small of Riot's back, launching her forward. Riot flew full force into the closest wall and bounced off of it and fell to the floor, sprawled out on her back.

She rolled over, holding her stinging abs with one hand and her head with the other. 

"Gonna fucking kill you..." Riot said with agonized rage in her voice. 

"Not today," Superia answered. "Tell me something. You a wrestling fan?"

"What?" Riot asked, looking up.

Superia stood over her, smirked, rotated her shoulder, and then grabbed Riot by her hair to force her up. She then flung the groaning gang leader over her shoulder and lowered her enough to squeeze the sides of her head with her muscular thighs. Superia hugged Riot around the waist, laughing as Riot kicked her legs in a pathetic display of futility.  

"Oh shit..." Alexis muttered, her eyes wide in horrified anticipation.

"You...fucking...cunt..." Riot groaned, helpless against what was about to happen.

Superia jumped and folded her legs back at the knees, bringing Riot down headfirst onto the solid floor with a pile driver that cracked the floor at the point of impact. Silence hung in the air, and Superia paused before releasing her hold. Riot's body fell forward and the meat of her ass and thighs jiggled as she hit the floor, groaning and staring blankly at Superia. Her pale tits heaved with labored breath and, try as she did, she couldn't move a muscle. The brutal blow knocked the strength from her body and left her at Superia's mercy.

Superia grinned and stood back up, nudging her opponent's tits with her foot. She then flexed her bicep and looked down at Riot.

"Always remember who it was that beat you, you trashy dogfucker," Superia taunted.

Alexis walked up and looked down at Riot. She let out a deep breath and dropped to her knees, exhausted. She let out a drawn out sigh. "I ain't going on anymore fucking adventures with you."

"Yes you are," Superia said, dropping to the floor next to her friend. She grinned and poked Alexis in the tit. "This was fun. Admit it."

Alexis swatted her hand away and groaned when Superia laughed. "You need help." She turned away to conceal a smirk and looked over the unconscious bikers. "Please tell me these idiots didn't drink all the booze? I need something strong."

"Oh, go find Rocket. She's hiding around here somewhere," Superia told her before getting up and limping to the nearest wall. "Agh...damn..." she groaned, her pussy still throbbing from Riot's assault now that the adrenaline was wearing off. She then stopped and looked down at Riot where she lay.

"Hey, Lex..."

"What?"

"Where are those suppression collars?"

XI

Sometime later, the club was crawling with police officers wading through the chaos and hauling off the various members of the Grim Reapers. Some were escorted out in handcuffs, others were carried out on stretchers.

Amidst all of it, Naomi, Alexis, and Rocket all sat side by side on top of a giant chest and watched the officers work. Alexis took a long drink from her second beer bottle, Naomi tapped her fingers against her knee, and Rocket leaned her head against Alexis' shoulder while untangling her hair.

"Oh, he's hot..." Rocket said of one male officer who was directing others at the scene.

"Sort of," Naomi shrugged.

"Nah, too lanky," Alexis chimed in.

"What about him?" Rocket motioned to another cop.

"He looks like a toe," Naomi said.

Alexis laughed with the beer bottle to her lips.

Rocket rolled her eyes and continued playing with her hair, and the three of them sat in silence, looking up all at once when another officer approached.

"Ahem..." he cleared his throat. "Good afternoon, ladies. I'm the lieutenant in charge of cleaning up the scene here," he introduced himself. "Ms. Grant, I wanted to thank you for helping us deal with this gang. That's one less thing we have to worry about."

"Don't worry about it," she said, waving dismissively.

"With everything going on, it's always good to have another crime fighter helping out."

Naomi rolled her eyes but said nothing.

"There's just one thing," the lieutenant said. "We've rounded up all the members of the gang except their leader, Riot. Did you ladies see where she went?"

"Ah," Alexis started. "Well, we managed to knock her out, but after we went around to free everyone who had been captured, she was gone. I guess she woke up and ran off."

"That's too bad," the lieutenant sighed. "Still, she doesn't have her gang anymore, so she won't be as big of a problem. Anyway, I'll let you ladies rest. Thanks again for your help," he said before walking away.

Naomi looked the man over when he walked away. "Yeah, I'd fuck him."

"Yup," Alexis agree, finishing her beer.

"He's all right..." Rocket said. "Sooo...we're not gonna tell the cops?" she asked, keeping her voice to a whisper once the lieutenant was far away.

"Of course not," Alexis said. "It's club business. No one outside of it needs to know."

"All right. Just making sure," Rocket said.

Naomi glanced down at the trunk they were all seated on and knocked against the side of it. Moments later, a thudding sound came from within, followed by angry, muffled screams.

***

Days later, and it was back to business as usual in the club. Superia and Rocket were at different ends of the main bar. Rocket was engaged in a story with a group of customers while Superia sorted beers and put them in the cooler. She stopped when she looked up and noticed someone approaching.

Mantis, out of her costume and wearing a low-cut dark gray dress, walked up to the bar with a smile on her face and took a seat.

"Come to give me another pep talk, or do you want a drink?"

"Martini," Mantis said to her, leaning against the bar. Her flawless cleavage was on full display, a fact Superia couldn't ignore.

"If you want to slip away for that sparring match, let's go," Superia said to her with a smirk while she got to work making the drink. She had it ready seconds later and slid it to Mantis, who accepted and rested her hands on the sides of the glass.

"Another time. Promise." Mantis smiled at her. "I came here to congratulate you."

"You know it was personal for me."

"Even so, you busted up a criminal gang in one of your first actions. Not many in our little sisterhood can say that."

"So how many of you are there exactly?"

"Just a handful. There's a small core team, and then a few independents we bring in when we need them, or who come to us when they need our help. I mostly work alone, like you, but I still stay in touch with the others. You'll meet some of them soon enough."

"Right," Superia said, dismissive. "What about your investigation?"

"Still ongoing. I have some leads to chase down later today."

"You're not asking me to come with, are you?"

Mantis smirked and sipped her martini, pausing to nod her approval. "No. Somehow, I don't see you having the temperament for investigation. I'll be fine."

"Well, good luck."

"Question," Mantis said, leaning back in. "What happened to Riot?"

"No idea what you're talking about. She must be in the wind," Superia said, smirking while wiping down the bar. She then looked past Mantis and put her rag down. "Gotta go. Enjoy the drink."

Mantis watched her walk from around the bar and followed her to see her walk up to the Fengs when they entered the room. While they talked, Mantis eyed Superia closing, taking in the curves and sculpted muscle of her body. Even the way Superia currently had her hair tied in a messy bun made Mantis feel a certain way. She stirred her drink idly, biting her lip and looking her fellow Aphrodite up and down. She then turned back to her drink, chuckling and taking another sip.

"She's not a team player, is she?" a woman's voice came in over a small device in Mantis' ear.

"Not at all," Mantis answered.

"Still, she did us a huge favor taking the Reapers off the board." 

"I know. We just need to give it time. She'll realize not every problem can be punched away. We need to take recruitment slow. She'll come around."

"Are you sure about this? I know we need all the help we can get...but I'm hearing Naomi tortured a woman with hot wax? And Riot's missing...what if Naomi killed her?"

"Riot's not dead. I know a killer when I see one, and Naomi may like it rough, but she's no killer. Trust me, Delphi. We can hone her. She'll be a good asset. She makes a hell of a martini by the way," Mantis explained before taking another sip. She turned and watched Superia again, as she exchanged laughs with the Fengs before leading them to one of the private rooms.

"I'd feel better if, at the very least, you find out what she did to Riot," Delphi said.

"I think I know, actually..." Mantis said, downing her drink. She then stood up from her seat.

"Get back to me. I showed some of the others your dossier on Naomi. Bombshell and Thera say no, Crane and Thorn say yes."

"What about Hope?"

"Undecided, of course."

"Of course. All right, wait for my call," Mantis said before following Superia and the Fengs. As she followed, she pulled one of her costume's gloves from her purse and slid it on over her left hand.

***

"Right through here," Superia said, holding the door open for the Fengs. They walked through, looking around to see a large, mostly empty space with a couch against one of the walls and a small table with four chairs around it.

On the opposite side of the room hang a large black curtain that Superia walked toward and grabbed. When she pulled it aside, Riot was suspended naked above the floor, her arms and legs hogtied behind here, with rope around her waist, thighs, and biceps to keep her from moving. A ball gag was stuffed in her mouth, she had a power suppression collar around her neck, and there was a look of white hot fury in her eyes.

"This is Riot," Superia motioned to her captive. "Formerly the leader of the Grim Reapers Motorcycle Club, now attraction at our happy little club here. She's the one who sent those two punks that tried to rob the restaurant."

Tai and Shu simply smiled and looked at each other, with Shu licking her lips and rubbing her hands together.

Superia walked over to a sizable collection of sex toys on the table: Dildos, vibrators, plugs, whips, riding crops, clamps, and many other different types of implements. "This is just everything I managed to find in storage. I didn't have enough time to go through it all. Fortunately, Riot's not going anywhere. Isn't that right?"

Riot screamed into her gag and thrashed as best she could in her bonds. All the effort caused was her to swing back and forth, but Superia grabbed the ropes that held her and steadied her captive. "Careful. Don't want to tire yourself out."

She then smiled and turned to the Fengs "So, who wants to start?" 

Shu stepped forward, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a black lace bra covering her small, supple tits. She kicked off her shoes and looked over the collection of toys before picking up a large, chrome butt plug that made Riot's eyes go wide as she shook her head and pleaded from under her gag.

While Shu stood over the helpless Riot with a mischievous grin on her face, Naomi and Tai leaned against the nearest wall to watch. Riot's moans soon filled the room, and the two of them watched the captured villainess get violated with the toy, her tits swinging back and forth as Shu pushed it in and out of her.

Shu teased Riot's hole, pushing the plug in slowly, and pulling it out just as slowly, drawing prolonged, muffled moans and cries for release. Off to the side, Superia had her hand down her shorts and slowly began playing with herself while watching. Next to her, Tai had his hand in his pants, and began teasing his cock and balls while watching his wife play with Riot.

"Does this mean you're a superhero now?" Tai asked while grunting and stroking himself.

Superia gasped, barely hearing the question as she fingered herself. "I...I guess so."

Riot screamed behind her gag and Superia spread her legs to push her own fingers in deeper.

***

Outside, in the hall, Mantis stood with two fingers on her gloved hand pressed against the door of the room and the tech built into it picked up the sound from the other side. Every pant, every gasp, every slap of skin against skin came in loud and clear, and the heroine glanced in each direction before looking down at her hardened nipples. She pressed her fingers from her free hand to her other ear.

"Delphi?"

"What did you find?"

"Nothing to worry about. Riot's here at the club. She's being made to answer for her crimes."

"Wait, what does that me-"

Before there was another word, Mantis killed the connection and kept listening. She scanned the hall one more time before sliding her hand behind the slit of her dress and down her own panties.

Epilogue

Somewhere in Delta City, a massive chamber was lit by countless computer monitors and the air was filled by the quiet hum of machinery. Large, industrial-grade robotic arms suspended from the ceiling, worked tirelessly to make repairs to the cybernetic body of the supervillain Scorpio as he sat on his throne, badly damaged.

Wires spilled from holes in his frame and circuitry sparked with electricity while the arms probed and prodded at the damage.

"Damn that Star Woman. Damn her to hell!" the cybernetic villain rasped, clenching the one fist that was still attached to his body. "This damage will take months to fully repair..."

Monitors wired into his head fed him information from various feeds from the city's new stations as well as the internet.

"At least the bitch is dead..." he muttered to himself, sighing and leaning back to rest. He perked back up when he heard footsteps approaching, and watched as someone walked toward him with a nonchalant stride in their step. He leaned forward, narrowing his eyes and scanning the person.

"Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?"

The person didn't say a word, but Scorpio turned around when the arms repairing him stopped moving and powered down. He spun back around to the figure standing in front of him and struggled to stand in order to confront them. When the person stepped out of the shadows, Scorpio stepped back.

"Wh...what is this?!"

***

Moments later, Scorpio hung suspended by chains from the ceiling of his own lair. His mouth gaped open, but his crushed voice synthesizer produced no sound. The lower half of his machine body was completely torn away, leaving only his torso, head, and right arm.

A woman walked up the steps to his throne, turned and settled into the seat. She was the spitting image of the recently deposed villain, down to his blood-colored chassis and golden eyes. She crossed one metal leg over the other and propped her head up on her fist while looking at her other hand. "That wasn't so difficult," she said to herself.  

She then reached behind her and pulled the series of cables, plugging them into inputs built into her head and neck. She then began eyeing the monitors spread out in front of her, taking note of the activities of Delta City's various heroines as the news feeds covered them.

"Hmm...yes, my targets are all here, it seems...Bombshell, Mantis, Scarlet, Thera, Iron Crane, Spitfire, Calico, Thorn, Dr. Hope..." she said, naming each one as she saw them. She then paused, sat up straight and leaned forward when she came across one she didn't recognize. "...Huh. And just who might you be, my dear?" she asked herself, her eyes locked on an image of Superia.

"Interesting...an unknown for the collection..."

END