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Superia #7: Queens and Tyrants pt. 1

by Sigma

I

“Shit girl, I’m never gonna get this glitter off my tits,” Alexis frowned as she looked at the colorful specks that dotted her healthy brown globes. She gasped when Naomi suddenly reached out and grabbed them and motorboated her. Naomi then lifted her face and grinned, with specks of glitter now covering her face.

“There, now you aren’t alone,” Naomi grinned.

Alexis rolled her eyes and laughed as the two of them changed back into their normal clothes from the skimpy outfits they wore working at the sex club. Naomi slid on a pair of tight spandex shorts and a tank top before putting on her tennis shoes. Alexis slipped into a low-cut dress and a pair of ankle boots.

They both fixed their hair, Alexis wearing a long, dark ponytail while Naomi’s hair hung freely about her shoulders.

“Wanna grab something to eat?” Naomi asked while tying her shoes.

“Nah, I’m pretty beat. I just want to go lay down,” Alexis answered. “Domming for these couples is wearing me out.”

“She says as she cries into her fat stacks of money,” Naomi mocked.

Alexis crumpled the tissue she was using to take off her makeup and threw it at Naomi, who laughed as it bounced off of her.

“We’ll get lunch tomorrow,” Alexis said. “Promise.”

After they finished changing clothes, they each grabbed their bags and left the locker room to walk down the hall and outside to the club’s parking lot. It was early morning in Delta City and the parking lot was half full. The two of them walked across the lot with Alexis yawning as she went into her purse for her car keys.

“What the fuck?!”

Alexis jumped when she heard Naomi yell and, out of reflex, pulled a can of pepper spray out of her bag. When she looked up, Naomi was already halfway across the lot as the sound of a motorcycle engine roared.

“Get back here you little shit!” Naomi yelled, running.

Alexis watched Naomi run after two skinny young men who were mounted on her motorcycle. They took off to the edge of the lot, heading for the street when Naomi reached them. She reached out, grabbed the one on the back by his collar and yanked him off. His friend managed to take off on the bike and ride down the street with the thundering sound of exhaust behind him.

“FUCK!!!!” Naomi screamed as she watched the thief whisk her bike away.

Alexis ran up next to her friend and gasped. “Shit...sorry, Naomi...”

“My fucking bike...”

Alexis rubbed her shoulder. “Well...you ain’t a real citizen of Delta City until your ride gets popped...”

The thief that Naomi caught got up and tried to slink away, only for Naomi to grab him by his ear and yank hard.

“Ow! Ow, ow, ow…”

“Where’s your friend going?” Naomi asked him.

“Fuck you, lady. I ain’t telling you shit!” He was a Latino in his early 20s, scrawny and with a defiant tone in his voice.

Naomi turned to him and glared and then pulled his ear. He yelped in pain as she dragged him back to the club. “You’ll tell me everything I want to know before I get creative with making you talk.”

The youth growled at her and threw a punch, but she stopped his fist and bent it back at the wrist.

“Ow!! Ow, ow! Shit!” he cried.

“All right. I guess it’s time I get creative,” Naomi said, dragging him back to the club.

“Wait!” Alexis ran after her.

Naomi stopped and turned to face her but still held on to the boy’s ear.

“How old are you?” Alexis asked him.

“20,” the youth said.

Alexis sighed. “...You should’ve said you were a minor. All right, Nay, he’s all yours.”

Naomi grinned and pulled the worried looking young man behind her, back into the club.

***

It had been nearly twenty minutes and the boy’s face was several shades of blue as Naomi held him in a headlock with an iron grip. His face was pressed against her right tit, the weight of Naomi’s body of lean muscle pressed down on him, and she flexed her bicep even harder, applying more pressure to his windpipe. He thrashed in her grip, grabbing at her hips and thighs to try and push her off, but he could barely think as Naomi continued applying pressure.

The warmth of her body, the softness of her tit in his face, did nothing for him as he struggled to breath. Even as his cock swelled between his legs, he tried to push away from this cruel woman, who yawned with bored contempt and squeezed harder.

Alexis sat off to the side and watched, one thick leg crossed over the other. Her own nipples were growing hard under her dress as she heard the boy breath heavily and Naomi laugh at him in a teasing manner.

“Ready to talk?” Naomi asked.

The boy just mumbled incoherently in response, and so Naomi smothered him further with her tit and squeezed harder.

“Talk, or you get the thighs next, and my legs are even stronger,” Naomi promised.

“It’s true,” Alexis said. “She can crush a watermelon with those things like it’s nothing.” As she watched, she felt her own hand sliding down her dress, cupping her right tit. She gasped lightly, watching, wondering what it was like to be squeezed while having a face full of Naomi’s DDs in her face. She and Naomi had become best friends in the few short years they knew each other. They had fooled around often, but Naomi often checked her strength because of her abilities, and Alexis could feel a tinge of jealously watching the boy right now.

“Lex.”

She looked up when Naomi called her.

“What’s Saldana?”

“Oh, it’s a neighborhood,” Alexis explained. “It’s not far from here.”

“He keeps saying it,” Naomi explained, squeezing her victim. “And something called a Cavalera…?”

Alexis blinked. “Shit...Las Calaveras?”

The boy gasped and nodded.

“Shit, Naomi, he’s with Las Calaveras.”

“...Okay...” Naomi said, looking up at her with bewilderment.

“It’s a gang, a big one. They basically run Saldana. One of their things is chop shops. That’s why they took your bike!”

Naomi gasped. “These fuckers are gonna butcher my baby?!” She squeezed harder. “Give me an address!”

The boy rattled off a series of numbers and a street name.

“Did you get that, Lex?” Naomi asked.

Alexis nodded.

“Good,” Naomi let go and the boy gagged and coughed and sucked in air as Naomi got up. “I’m gonna need a ride,” Naomi said before promptly walking out.

Alexis watched her go and turned to the boy, who lay on the floor, coughing and twitching with a stiff cock in his shorts. Alexis then turned and quickly followed behind Naomi.

***

“What the fuck…?” Naomi asked out loud as Alexis stopped her car outside a bar in the Saldana neighborhood. “This isn’t the place.”

“This is the address he gave,” Alexis said. Outside, several tattooed, tough looking people stood around, talking, drinking and smoking. “Look at that ink. They’re definitely Calaveras.”

“I guess I just need to make one of them tell me where this chop shop is, or that other little shit who took my bike,” Naomi said before opening the door.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Alexis said.

“Get out of here, Lex. Go home. I think things are about to get whacky. I’ll call you later,” Naomi told her before closing the door. 

Alexis watched her friend walk to the bar, getting several looks from the people outside before she entered the building. “I shouldn’t let her crazy ass do this by herself...but I don’t have Delphi’s number...” she said to herself. She then let out of heavy yawn. “Ugh...dammit...I’m so tired...”

Just then, there was a commotion and the door burst open as two gang members flew out and hit the pavement, The people outside then ran in, shouting.

“...She’ll be all right...” Alexis said before driving away.

Naomi stood surrounded, and she rolled her shoulder and flexed her fingers into a fist. “Where’s my bike, assholes?”

One gang member, a tower of a man with bulky arms, a broad chest and a round belly approached her. He smirked and looked down at her.

“Who the fuck are you to come in here, talking that kinda shit, mami? Maybe I need to put that mouth to better use.”

Naomi punched him in the throat and brought him to his knees. He gagged and wheezed and Naomi walked past him, pushing him to the floor. “Listen and listen good. Some skinny little dickhead and his buddy stole my motorcycle an hour ago. I got his buddy and unless you all want to end up like this douche,” she pointed to the man behind her. “You’ll tell me where your gang’s chop shop is.”

“You really think you can take us all, Chica?” One girl in the back called out. She was covered in tattoos up to her neck and had big mess of dark brown hair. The other gang members, 19 by Naomi’s count, all started getting up.

Naomi sighed, tied her hair back, and cracked her knuckles. “All right….come on...Let’s do this.”

Twenty minutes later, Naomi left battered and bruised bodies and a ruined bar in her wake. Most of the Calaveras were stretched on the floor among broken furniture and shattered glass. Some were slumped over the bar. The girl covered in tattoos was slumped against the wall, and winced and held her hands in front of her face when Naomi walked past her.

“Shit...shit, don’t hit me again, all right?!” The girl begged. “Who the fuck are you?”

Naomi squatted down to her level. “I just want my bike.”

“Yeah, yeah, the shop’s over on King and 17^th. You can’t miss it.” She groaned. “Ugh….I think you broke my nose...” She then looked at her. “Shit...you’re one those super-bitches aren’t you? Them Aphrodites or whatever? Fuck, and I thought Diabla was bad!”

“Who?” Naomi asked. “You know what, never mind. King and 17^th. My bike better be there or you’ll see me again.” She then got up and walked out. Once she was outside, she paused at the sight of about two dozen more gang members all pulled up to the bar in cars and trucks. They got out, many of them carrying bats and other weapons. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Naomi groaned.

She prepared to charge and take them all when everyone snapped to attention at the sound of police sirens. Within seconds they were being swarmed by cars from the Delta City Police Department, and all hell broke loose as gang members began running away and cops gave chase.

“Fuck!” Naomi said, taking off down the street. She had two cops on her heels but was easily able to put distance between herself and her pursuers. She then darted down an alley, determined to lose them. She looked behind her and saw it was clear, and when she turned around, she didn’t have enough time to stop as an outstretched arm caught her across the neck and made her flip through the air before she hit the ground

“Ugh….what the fuck?” she groaned, only for someone to step on her chest. She looked up and saw a police officer, tall and curvy, with long, curly brown tied into a ponytail. Her name badge said “P. Ramirez.” 

“Hey there,” Officer Ramirez said with a smile. “What’s the rush?”

***

Naomi glared at Ramirez as she sat in the back of a paddy wagon, handcuffed with many of the gang members, including tattoo girl and the big guy. Ramirez just smiled at her as another officer, this one wearing tactical body armor, approached. He was a tall, muscular man with dark hair and a thick mustache. He looked at the prisoners and pat Ramirez on the shoulder.

“Good work, Ramirez. Who’s the white girl?”

“No idea, Commandante Calderon, but she was running from the scene and dispatch said something about a woman fitting her description causing a disturbance at the bar.”

“Hmm...” Calderon grunted. “All right. Get them all to the station. We’ll sort it out there.”

Ramirez smirked and slammed the doors shut.

“Hey, Aphrodite,” Tattoo girl said in a whisper.

Naomi turned and looked at her.

“Break those cuffs and get us the fuck outta here. You don’t wanna be arrested by Calderon and his goons. Trust me.”

“I can’t break them...I mean, I can, but no….that’s just gonna cause me more trouble. And fuck you. Why would I help you anyway?”

“You have no idea how fucked we are…” Tattoo girl said as the vehicle started moving. “I just hope someone got away and was able to tell Muerte...”

II

Somewhere in the Caribbean, a small yacht rocked on tranquil waters as Orla Adams stretched her curvy body on a lounging chair.

“Riot,” she called out, only to get no answer. She sat up and saw Riot on another chair, laid back with headphones on and a drink in hand. She waved her arm in the air.

Riot looked up and took her headphones off. “What?”

Orla lifted a bottle of sunscreen. Riot rolled her eyes, sighed, and got up. She walked over to Orla and took the bottle, squeezing out a large helping of suntan lotion. Orla lay back and stretched her body out. She pulled down the top of black, strapless bikini and her pale, DD tits spilled out. Riot sighed and straddled the curvy woman’s waist with her thighs, covered her hands in the lotion and began rubbing it into Orla’s curves. Riot massaged her torso, and gently rubbed Orla’s tits, making sure to get every inch. Orla’s nipples were erect as Riot worked, and she smiled and looked up at her.

“Get that look off your face,” she told Riot. “This all you mutant trash are good for, serving.”

Riot stared at her and growled when she suddenly felt a sharp pain at the base of her neck.

Orla held up her wrist and point to a thin bracelet she wore. “Bare your teeth at me again and see if I don’t set the bomb off,” she threatened. “Remember who holds your leash.”

Riot straightened the look on her face and got back to work, rubbing tanning lotion into Orla’s pale skin as the woman lay back and moaned.

“Do my legs,” Orla said.

Riot said nothing, she simply slid down Orla’s body and began massaging and kneading the flesh of thighs, shins, and feet. She made sure her touch was gentle and had to fight every temptation to grab something and snap a bone out of spite. She looked up and saw Orla grinning at her from behind her sunglasses. They were surrounded by miles of ocean and the ship was automated, no staff. Riot had long given thought to killing the bitch and throwing her fat ass overboard, but then she knew Sloan and the others would hunt her to the ends of the Earth.   

So Riot calmed herself and continued her work when they both noticed a shadow passing overhead.

“Ah, Meta Woman’s here,” Orla said, sitting up.

Meta Woman descended from the sky, her cape trailing behind her and her dark red hair flowing in the wind. She wore her form-fitting, skimpy costume, dark red with black accents, and landed on the deck of the ship.

“You’re late,” Orla told her.

Meta Woman folded her arms. “Let’s just get this over with.” She looked out over the ocean. “Ugh...I hate water.”

Orla got up and left the deck to go to the ship’s interior while Riot sighed and cleaned her hands on a towel.

“What the fuck are we even doing out here?” Riot asked.

“If she didn’t tell you, I’m not going to,” Meta Woman answered.

“Why are you all such cunts?” Riot sighed and sat back down, grabbing her headphones.  About 10 minutes later, Orla returned from below deck, now wearing a sweater and vest, with jeans that hugged her legs and a pair of boots.

“All right, let’s go, you two.”

The three of them went back below deck, to the lowest level of the ship where they found a room with an open pool and a submersible floating on the surface. Orla led them into the vehicle and closed the hatch behind her before getting in the pilot’s seat and starting it up.

“We’re going under?” Riot asked.

“That’s generally why people have submersibles,” Orla said as it came to life and began descending into the depths. Orla let go of the controls and eased into her seat while the automated systems took over.

“So where the hell are we going?” Riot asked.

“To meet Captain Nemo,” Orla said.

“Who?”

Orla sighed. “Try reading a book sometime.”

“Can she read?” Meta Woman remarked.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Riot asked, turning to her. “Ever since I came on, you’ve done nothing but ride my ass with your petty bullshit.”

Meta Woman glanced at her. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“She’s a supremacist,” Orla answered. “Thinks you mutants are better than us normies. She thinks she’s better than most of you freaks, too. That’s what got her kicked off Star Woman’s team. Isn’t that right, Erin?”

“Don’t call me that...” Meta Woman said through clenched teeth.

Orla chuckled and leaned back in her seat.

“Oh, so you got a chip on your shoulder, eh?” Riot said. “Whatever, if you’re here to take out your old team, that’s fine. That cunt Superia is mine, though.”

“If I decide she belongs to me, there will be nothing you can do about it,” Meta Woman warned.

“Wanna bet?” Riot said.

“What do you intend to do?” Meta Woman turned to her.

“Cave your fucking skull in if you don’t cut the shit,” Riot told her.

“You are low level and not worth my time,” Meta Woman told her. “Raise your hands against me and I will break every bone in that disgusting, tattooed body.”

“Oh, now you wanna talk shit about my ink?!” Riot got up.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret, trailer trash,” Meta Woman got up from her seat.

“You know what?!” Riot said. “Put your fucking hands up, we’re doing this.”

“Fine.”

In an instant, they were both brought to their knees with crippling pain. They both tried to bite it back, but eventually it got to be too much and they both began screaming in agony. The pain subsided and both women, breathing hard, dripping with sweat, looked at Orla who sat back with her feet up and her wrist held high.

“Bad dogs,” Orla said. She then looked at them. “Both of you quiet down or I will use full power and dump your bodies in the ocean, leave them for whatever godforsaken monsters lurk down here.”

They both looked at her quietly, glared at each other, and then took their seats.

“That’s better,” Orla said. “Now, play nice or shut the fuck up until we get to where we’re going.”

They both sat silently in their seats, stealing occasional, hated glances at each other.

Orla chuckled and turned back around just as something swam pass the window. A blue-green, scaly humanoid with a large fin down his back swam up and waved.

“Hi Lagoon,” Orla waved back.

Lagoon pointed down and then swam deeper into the depths. Orla pressed a few keys and the submersible followed him. 

III

“Grant, your lawyer is here.”

Naomi looked up when the cell opened and the officer on the other side called her. “What lawyer?”

“Just get your ass up and follow me.”

“Fine. Jesus,” she said with a sigh before getting up. She was being kept by herself, separate from the members of Las Calaveras. The cop led her to an interrogation room where a thin black man in a tailored suit sat with a notepad and a phone in front of him.

“Hi there, Naomi,” he said with a smile. “My name is Theo Cobb. I’m your attorney.”

“...What?”

“There’s someone who wants to speak to you,” Theo said before taking out a phone and dialing a number. He then put it on speaker.

“Naomi?” Delphi’s voice came through.

Naomi sighed in relief. “Del. Thank fuck. What is going on here?”

“I heard you’d been arrested. I have alerts set up in case it happens to any of you. Theo’s our lawyer. He’s...also my cousin.”

“Oh...” Naomi said suddenly, eyeing Theo up and down and biting her lip. Theo looked at her and straightened his tie. “Is he single?”

“Naomi, focus!” Delphi chastised.

“How can you expect me to focus when this sexy man in a suit is right in front of me?”

“I’ll uh, wait in the hall….” Theo said nervously before leaving.

“Seriously, Del. How mad would you be if I fucked your cousin?” Naomi asked.

“Leave him alone, please. Cindy and Madeline also came onto him the first time they met.”

“Those fucking tramps!”

“Naomi!”

“Sorry….”

“He already explained to me that you won’t be facing any charges. I don’t know why you were fighting Las Calaveras, but I suggest you drop it,” Delphi warned.

“Can’t. Assholes stole my motorcycle and I managed to find out where it is before we got arrested.”

Delphi sighed. “...You’re going right there, aren’t you?”

“You know me to well. Kay, byeeee”

“Naomi, wait…!”

Naomi hung up the phone and went into the hall to find Theo waiting by the door. She handed him the phone.

“Oh….my cousin warned me about that look,” Theo said. “You’re about to do something rash, aren’t you?”

“Yup.”

“As your attorney, I have to advise against it.”

“So noted. Still doing it. You have time for a quickie? I always wanted to do it in a police station.”

Theo sighed and gave her a small cell phone. “Take this. It’s a burner Anisa wanted me to give you. Try to not get caught this time.”

Naomi took the phone and put it in her pocket.

“My number is in there in case you get in trouble again. Use it for that and that only. Please don’t send me any nudes.”

“Well, I wasn’t even thinking about that, but now...”

Theo sighed. “Goodbye, Ms. Grant,” he said before walking off.

Naomi watched him go, admiring the shape of his body in his tailored suit. She then thought about Delphi and nodded. “Goddamn that family’s got some good genes….” She then looked back at the table in the room, closed the door, and stripped her clothes off. She climbed on the table, taking naked selfies from every angle she could manage, making sure to get close ups of her tits and ass, as well as her spread pussy with her fingers shoved in deep. She then sent them all to Theo.

“Hehehe….all right, time to go find my bike.”

***

When Naomi arrived at the chop shop, the door was busted off its hinges and she could hear fighting inside.

“What the...” she ran in to find several men unconscious on the ground. She stepped around them and took out the phone and dialed Delphi.

“Naomi...why did you send my cousin...”

“Later for that, Del. Is one of the other girls in Saldana? Crane maybe? Or Bombshell?”

“What? No,” Delphi answered. “Everyone is...oh, wait, it’s Diabla.”

“That’s the second time today I’ve heard that name. Who is that?” 

“She’s an Aphrodite who operates in Saldana. She isn’t a member of the team. We tried recruiting her, but she’s just not interested.”

“Yeah well, if she gets in my way that’s a sad day for her,” Naomi said.

“Just be careful. She’s very territorial,” Delphi told her before Naomi ended the call in walked further into the shop. 

Naomi walked past stolen cars and trucks, moving between the rows of vehicles until she had to duck out of the way of a body flying in her direction. When she looked ahead she saw a man in mechanic’s overalls fighting a woman, tall, brown skinned, with curly brown hair. She wore a skimpy red, bikini-like outfit with a mask and attached horns poking up through her hair.

Diabla picked the man up and body slammed him onto the hood of a car. Naomi looked right past the car and saw her bike.

“My baby!” she gasped and ran toward it.

“Not so fast!” Diabla said, suddenly darting in front of Naomi.

“Get out of my way. I just want my bike.”

“I can’t let you do that. It’s evidence for the police.”

“Like hell,” Naomi said. She tried to walk around Diabla, but the tall Latina heroine moved in front of her and kept her arms outstretched.

Naomi sighed and threw a kick up, intending to catch Diabla in the snatch, but Diabla stopped the blow and sent Naomi reeling with a punch to her stomach.

Naomi groaned and held her stomach, and then smirked. “All right...let’s go.” She ran full speed at Diabla, who was caught by surprise and blocked a series of punches Naomi threw at her. She then weaved past one and grabbed Naomi’s arm, twisting it behind her and wrapping her other arm around Naomi’s neck.

Naomi growled and put her feet up on the front of another car and pushed back, slamming Diabla into the side of the car behind her and forcing her to let go. Naomi followed up quickly, grabbing Diabla by the sides of her head and driving her knee into the busty Latina’s face. Diabla’s curvy body jolted with the blow and Naomi forced Diabla’s head between her thighs and squeezed hard. Naomi then taunted her opponent by slapping her hard on her ample, brown ass. Diabla cried out in protest and clutched Naomi’s thighs, trying to get free, but Naomi grabbed her by her slim waist, flipped Diabla up so she was sitting on Naomi’s shoulders with her face in her crotch, and the brought the fiery Latina down hard onto the trunk of a car.

The impact dented the hood and cracked the windshield, and Diabla cried out and rolled off the car. Naomi walked around as Diabla tried to crawl away. The Latina’s ass jiggled with her movement and she breathed heavily, cursing at Naomi in Spanish.

“Don’t run now, Chica. Aren’t we having fun?” Naomi asked. She then reached down and grabbed Diabla by her hair to force her up, and this time it was Naomi who got caught by surprise. Diabla snapped around with a lightning-fast move and hit Naomi across the jaw with a heavy wrench she had picked up off the ground. Naomi spun, crying out from the blow, and Diabla got up and brought the tool down on the back of her head, making Naomi fall face first as Diabla tossed her impromptu weapon.

“I just realized something,” Diabla breathed. “You’re the new girl with Mantis and Blaze and the rest of them, right? Didn’t they tell you Saldana’s my turf?”

“I just wanted my fucking bike back!” Naomi protested.

“Well, now you’re about to get a lesson about why your friends never come here,” Diabla teased as she grabbed Naomi’s left leg. She then spun and sat down on Naomi’s back, pulled back on her bent leg as far as it could go.

“Ahhh! Fuck!” Naomi cried in pain and pounded the ground. She tried to push up but the pain was too unbearable. She clawed and swiped at Diabla, who twisted her body and avoided being grabbed. She looked back at Naomi and blew her a kiss.

“We’ll just stay here until the police come, mi amor.”

“You fucking….” Naomi started. She then looked down Diabla’s back and a grin crossed her face. She reached out and grabbeed the top of Diabla’s thong and pulled hard, wedging them between the meaty cheeks of her ass.

“Aaaaiii!!” Diabla let out a shrill, high-pitched shriek as her skimpy bottoms rode up her crack. Naomi pulled as hard and high as she could until Diabla eventually let go. Naomi then let go too and Diabla jumped up, holding her ass.

“Puta!” she spat, spinning around with fury in her brown eyes, only to find Naomi gone from sight. Diabla then yelped when grasping hands gripped her ankles as Naomi reached out from under the nearest car and pulled Diabla down.

Once she fell, Naomi rolled out from under the car and leapt up. Diabla jumped back up and glared as Naomi gave her two middle fingers. Diabla vaulted over the car and Naomi turned and ran. The two only went a few feet before Naomi spun back around and held out her hand.

“Hold on!”

Diabla huffed and glared at her.

“You’re super tough, right? Can take a big beating?”

Diabla smirked and tossed her hair back, putting her gloved hands on her shapely fists. “Why, you realize you’re too weak to hurt me?”

Naomi shook her head and smirked. “Just wanna make sure this won’t kill you.”

Diabla raised an eyebrow and looked to Naomi's side as she tapped the top of a lever. Diabla then looked up and realized she was standing under a sedan on a lift. “Wait!” she tried to run, but Naomi kicked the lever, snapping it in two and causing the car to come crashing down just as Diabla took a step forward.

The bikini-clad Latina lay on her chest, pinned down with one arm free. She glared at Naomi, loosing a string of furious curses in Spanish while Naomi knelt in front of her.

“Sad day for you, Chica,” Naomi grinned.

“Get this fucking thing off of me, you horse’s ass!” Diabla demanded.

Naomi pouted, put a hand under the bumper and lifted the car slightly.

Diabla huffed. “Thank you,” she said before starting to crawl out. “Gah!” she groaned when Naomi let go and the car came back down on her.

“Just kidding,” Naomi grinned. “You can stay down there for a while.”

Diabla continued cursing and swiped at Naomi with her free arm.

Naomi grabbed Diabla’s arm and then leaned in and gave the trapped heroine a kiss on her lips, making sure their tongues intertwined for several long moments before she pulled back. Naomi licked her lips and stood up. “This was fun. I’ll come back after some time and we’ll do this again.”

Diabla simply screamed in frustration and pounded her fist on the ground while Naomi laughed and walked to her bike. She climbed on the machine, rubbing her hands on the fuel tank.

“They better not have hurt you, baby,” she frowned. She then found where it was hotwired and managed to do it again, and the bike purred to life, vibrating between Naomi’s thighs. “That’s my girl.”

She started to ease it between the cars to leave when she heard more people coming in. She looked ahead and saw a large group of members from Las Calaveras. At the head of the group was a tall, curvy women in red and white sugar skull makeup. She wore a black bustier and matching skirt and boots. Her jet black hair was tied back in a bun.

Naomi got off her bike and stood in front of it.

“Wanna explain what you’re doing in my shop?” the woman in black asked.

“Getting what’s mine,” Naomi pointed at her bike. “Now move, so I can leave.”

“You the bitch that roughed up my people and got them arrested?” The woman asked with her hands on her hips.

“They shouldn’t have stolen from me. Now move before I fuck you up like I did her,” Naomi said, pointing to Diabla.

The woman in black smirked. “Hi, Diabla. You let the gringa beat you, eh?”

“Shut up!” Diabla fumed.

The woman stepped forward so she and Naomi were face to face. “You’re gonna pay for costing me money.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Naomi asked.

“That’s Muerte,” Diabla warned. “She’s the leader of the gang.”

“Okay…” Naomi shrugged.

Muerte looked Naomi up and down. “Oh you’ll be saying my name soon enough, dear.”

Before Naomi could reply, Muerte grabbed the sides of her head and drove her forehead into Naomi’s face. Naomi reeled, holding her nose.

“Ah! What the fuck?!”

Muerte then slipped behind her, wrapping Naomi in her her long, lean arms, and putting her in a sleeper hold. Naomi grunted, cursed, and struggled. “We’re gonna have fun,” Muerte promised, biting Naomi’s earlobe. Soon, the fight left Naomi as she passed out in Muerte’s powerful hold. Muerte kissed the unconscious Aphrodite on the cheek and dropped her to the floor.

Some of the gang members looked down as Muerte waved her hands, signaling them to take her away. Two men grabbed Naomi by her arms and dragged her out.

Muerte then turned to Diabla and squatted in front of her. “Diabla, Diabla, Diabla...here you are...caught in my web.”

Diabla glared at her.

“I always knew the day I would catch you would come. A shame I didn’t get to do it myself.”

“Ines...don’t do this…”

Muerte put a finger to Diabla’s lips. “Shhhh…you and the gringa are gonna need your strength once we get to the Arena.” She then reached forward and grabbed underneath the bumper of the car and, with some effort, lifted with one hand as she stood. Muerte then grabbed Diabla by her hair and dragged her from under the car. 

The heroine was swarmed by Muerte’s people and taken away as Muerte looked on with a smirk.

Next: The Arena, The Hollows, and The Sorcerer