Our Story So Far: One by one, Delta City's heroines are being subdued and captured by Smiley in her campaign of revenge against Ms. Americana. First it was Azure Angel and Lady Midnight, then Shield and Flag Girl. Now, the Queen of Justice has no choice but to face this new menace and send her back to prison herself.
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#Revenge (pt. III)
By Sigma
V
The next night, Smiley uploaded a selfie from the back seat of the car.
"On my way to kick Ameri-twat's ass." #almostthere #fuckthatbitch #fightnight
After she added three fist emojis, she hit 'post' and the comments came in.
"Remember the plan. You've got this." -ItsGigi
"You and me are getting drunk after this is over :D." -EshaXOXO
"Make sure you take plenty of pictures once you lay that bitch out." -MackPimpin
"Good luck" -DragonQueen37
"Are you nervous, ma'am?"
Smiley looked up to see Bruno looking at her through the rear-view mirror.
"Do I look nervous?"
"Ms. Americana is leagues ahead of the others you've fought. I once saw her single-handedly take on six of Ms. de Costa's soldiers. She'll be a handful."
"Well we've got the element of surprise. Plus, I have you," she smiled.
"Of course, ma'am."
Smiley watched him for a bit before going back to her phone. Just then, the car slowed.
"We're here," Bruno announced.
Smiley took a deep breath. "All right. Open the trunk, please. Once I have what I need, get in position."
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Ms. Americana's car, 600 horsepower of American muscle painted red, white, and blue, rumbled down the empty street until it slowed to a crawl before an object in the middle of the road. With the engine still running, the door opened and a red boot stepped out, followed by a long, shapely leg.
The Queen of Justice, all curvy 6'1'' of her, climbed out of the car and narrowed her blue eyes at the sight in front of her, a blonde girl in a skimpy red, white, and blue costume laying in the middle of the street with her back to her.
"Flag Girl!" Ms. Americana called out before running toward her ward. Once she reached her, she knelt down and shook her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"Never better!" the girl on the ground said with a huge grin underneath yellow and black face paint.
"You!" Ms. Americana gasped before Smiley threw a gas pellet at her that exploded on contact and caused her to stagger back while coughing.
"Smiley jumped up and pulled the blonde wig off of her head before shaking out her own dark locks of hair.
While Ms. Americana struggled to regain her composure, Smiley took the stuffing out of the star-spangled top covering her chest and threw that aside too. "I cannot believe that actually worked."
Ms. Americana leaned against the hood of her car, shaking her head as she glared at Smiley. "Where's Flag Girl?"
"You'll be with her soon enough, Ameri-tits," Smiley taunted. "It's been a whole year. We should spend some time together first."
"What are you talking about?"
Smiley eyed the heroine. "You sent me to prison a year ago. Over some fucking pot."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Who the hell are you?"
"You really don't remember me?" Smiley's jaw was practically on the floor. "What the fuck? I had a big monologue I was going to do and everything!"
Ms. Americana stood up and looked at her closely. "Wait...a year ago...pot. You're that foul-mouthed fat girl?"
"You bitch...."
Ms. Americana smirked. "Honestly, I'm surprised you managed to fit into Flag Girl's costume. Some after-prison snacking put some of that weight back on?"
Smiley's eyes went wide and her face turned red. "You BITCH!" She screamed while running at her enemy full speed. Only when she saw the Queen of Justice get low did she realize that she just played into Americana's hands.
Smiley yelled as Ms. American wrapped her arms around her waist and flipped her overhead. She came down hard on the hood of the car with a metallic crunch, and groaned as Ms. Americana dropped a hard elbow on her stomach and then pulled her off and threw her to the ground.
"I know exactly who you are, Heather McDonald," she explained. "Some aimless, 23-year-old twit who can't take responsibility for her actions. And now you're a hired thug for the de Costa family."
Smiley tried crawling away, the breath knocked from her body.
Ms. Americana walked behind her, her round hips and ass swaying back and forth. "I'm going to make you tell me where the others are, and then you're going back to prison. In fact, I think I'll personally make sure you get put in the same block as some cartel hitwomen I put away a while back. They hate the de Costas and I'm sure they'd appreciate having one of their enemies wrapped up and delivered to them," she taunted. She then pulled out her own phone. "Give me a hashtag for this. I want to make sure your friends know I'm coming for them all."
"Go fuck yourself, cunt," Smiley groaned.
"No, that isn't it," Ms. Americana said before forcing her to get up. "I'm a far cry from some dimwitted thug cornering you in the showers, dear. You should've thought this through."
Ms. Americana raised her phone so that it was in Smiley's face. "Say something for the camera, degenerate."
There was a click. "Got ya."
Ms. American looked down at her wrist and saw one half of a pair of handcuffs around it. Before she could say anything, Smiley's hand came up. Ms. Americana noticed a pellet in her palm when it opened, and an explosion of the same gas at the start of the fight was sucked into the Queen of Justice's lungs when Smiley slapped her across the face.
The statuesque heroine staggered back and the other cuff was tightened around her free wrist before Smiley stepped away, holding her lower back as Ms. Americana stumbled backward into the dented hood of her car.
"Not as smart as you think, Ameri-slut, are ya?" Smiley taunted.
"Take these things off now!" the heroine demanded with slurred words while trying to stay upright. The second dose had taken hold right away, causing her head to swim as the world spun around her. Her legs buckled and she kept herself standing as best she could. When she looked up again, Smiley had her belt in hand. Ms. Americana looked down to see her bare waist and then glared at Smiley. "Give that back!"
Smiley held up her phone. "Still making demands even after I've won. So arrogant," she taunted while walking toward the heroine. "Get on your knees!" she commanded while punching Americana in her tight stomach.
"Ugh!" Ms. Americana groaned and fell to the ground.
Smiley then knelt down with her phone. "Now, you and I can spend some time together before we need to be somewhere, so what to do with you? Peddle that fat ass to the homeless? Let Dragon Queen run a few experiments?" she asked while cupping one of her tits. "What do you think?"
Ms. Americana growled and slammed her head hard into Smiley's face, knocking the villain on her ass.
"Ow! Fucking..." she started, holding her nose as her eyes watered before a pair of muscular thighs wrapped around her neck and pulled her down. The Queen of Justice tightened her grip and Smiley gasped.
"Ready to cooperate, psycho?"
Smiley squirmed and slapped, trying to get free, but that just made the grip tighter. For the second time in a year, the Queen of Justice's thighs would be Heather McDonald's undoing.
"Tell me what I want to know and I'll make sure the judge takes it easy on you."
Smiley continued fighting her.
"Have it your way, then. I tried to do this the easy way...."
"FUCK! NO!" Smiley gasped and thrashed in the heroine's grip. She could see the world growing dimmer before her.
Ms. Americana looked up when she heard someone walk toward them. "Oh, come on!"
Smiley felt Americana's thighs jolt and quiver before suddenly stopping. The hold loosened and a strong arm gripped Smiley under hers and picked her up. Bruno helped her to her feet, a taser in his other hand.
"I had her right where I wanted her, big guy," Smiley told him, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep herself up.
"Of course, ma'am."
Smiley looked down at the unconscious heroine. A hate filled, guttural scream filled the air as she kicked Americana in the ribs.
The heroine just lay there in a daze, her body quivering from the voltage. Smiley used the time to catch her breath and move her hair out of her eyes before she let out a calming breath. "Put her in the car and let's get out of here. I'm starving..."
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"My, my...they are fine specimens..." Dragon Queen commented while she felt up the unconscious and naked Flag Girl laying on a metal table in her lab. Her mentor lay bound and gagged next to her. When Dragon Queen went to touch, she withdrew her hand and glared after Smiley smacked it.
"Blondie is all yours. Ameri-twat isn't. Gigi has a plan for her," Smiley warned.
"Then why bring her to me?"
Smiley presented Dragon Queen with the golden belt that had a large red A in the center.
Dragon Queen looked at it and shrugged.
"Make it work, but for me. Flag Girl says it's where they get their powers, but I put it on and it didn't do anything but clash with my costume."
Dragon Queen took the belt and looked it over. "It's probably keyed to their DNA. Give me a day." She looked at Bruno and then at Flag Girl. "If you would kindly follow me and bring her along?"
Bruno looked at Smiley and she gave him a nod. The big man threw Flag Girl over his shoulder and followed Dragon Queen while Ms. Americana squirmed in her bonds and muffled something under her gag in protest.
"You can stay here if you'd like," Dragon Queen paused and told her. "I have a guest room down the hall, third door on the left. Bathroom is third door on the right. You'll find towels and linens in the laundry room next to that. Kitchen is two more down. You'll find the WiFi password on the refrigerator."
"Is this a lab or a hotel, Queeny...?" Smiley asked, looking around at the cold, sinister lab equipment.
"....I have friends." Dragon Queen answered after an indignant pause before leaving with Bruno and Flag Girl in tow.
"Huh..." Smiley said with a shrug. She then hooked an arm behind Americana's bound arms and lifted her up. "You're coming with me!" She said enthusiastically before dragging the squealing, protesting heroine out of the room.
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Americana hit the floor when Smiley pushed her into the guest room. Its furnishings were few, with a large bed, a couch, a desk with a chair, and two more plush chairs on opposite sides of a coffee table.
"Huh, it really is like a hotel," Smiley said to herself, hands on her hips. She then looked down at her captive, who glared at her from behind her gag. She sauntered over, knelt down and reached for the gag. "You'd better not bite me," she warned before pulling the gag down.
"Smiley...Heather...." Americana said to her. "Don't do this."
"Do what? You lost. I get to do whatever I want now. That's how the game is played."
"I can help you if you just let me out of these bonds. You're still young, you don't know what people like Dragon Queen and Gianna de Costa are like. Heather, they're monsters."
Without a word, Smiley slapped Americana hard across the face, and the heroine whimpered as her eyes watered from the blow.
"Are you serious?" Smiley said, grabbing her jaw. "After you ruined my fucking life a year ago, you want to try and help me? Oh, I'm done with this bullshit," she said, grabbing the gag.
"Heather, wai..." Americana was cut short as her mouth was stuffed with the gag. She squirmed as Smiley stood up and began fishing through Lady Midnight's utility belt. She then fished out a thick, pen-like device and waved it in front of her. Ms. Americana tried to wiggle away, but Smiley walked toward her and stood over her.
She then raised the pen high and jammed it hard into the meat of Americana's thigh, making the heroine squeal behind her gag as the needles poked at her flesh.
"I'll save you the suspense. That was a double dose of Bliss. I had Queeny cook up a batch. Any minute now, you're gonna be so fucking horny you'll be begging me to do whatever I want to you."
Americana looked at her leg where she was injected and then at her captor and was helpless to do anything but whimper, her ample chest heaving. She thrashed and panted as Smiley stripped her of her boots, panties, and top in short order. Smiley then removed the heroine's tiara and looked at it.
"Does this do anything special? Eh, whatever, I'll have Queeny look at it," she said before putting it on her own head. She then took out her phone, turned her back to Americana, and raised the device so they were both in the shot. Smiley grinned and raised a peace sign as she took a picture and captioned it.
"Look what I bagged!" #defeated #revenge #nowthefunstarts #iwonbitch
After uploading the image, she tucked the phone back into the belt and squatted down to Americana's level. The heroine's eyes were glazed over, her nipples were rock hard, and her breathing beneath the gag was quick and shallow.
Smiley pulled the gag back down and drool escaped the Queen of Justice's lips, causing Smiley to grin from ear to ear. She reached down and put two fingers in Americana's snatch. Her fingers were soaked instantly, and Smiley grabbed Americana's throat with her free hand and began thrusting her fingers in and out.
Delta City's premier heroine didn't fight. She didn't struggle or resist. She simply lay back, arched her back, and let out a deep groan as Smiley slid her fingers in and out in steady motion. She took her fingers out just long enough to untie the bonds around Americana's ankles, and then went right back in as the heroine spread her legs out, allowing for easier access.
As she continued thrusting, Smiley tested how much further she could go. First she added another finger, and another. It wasn't long before her whole fist vanished into Americana's snatch up to the wrist. When Americana tried to move away, Smiley tightened her grip on her neck and pushed her fist in deeper, drawing out louder, longer moans. The walls tightened around Smiley's wrist, and as she twisted her arm around and thrust it in and out, Americana's eyes rolled back in her head.
Smiley sat up slightly, lifting her hand from Americana's neck and putting it on her shoulder. When she let go, the Queen of Justice cried out in a mix of grunts and shouts of ecstasy brought on by the heavy dose of Bliss coursing through her veins. Her juices coated Smiley's hand and soaked the floor. As time passed, her screams grew louder and higher pitched.
Smiley pulled her hand out and a geyser of cum followed, slicking Americana's thighs and spreading across the tile floor of the room. Smiley then went back in, up to her wrist, never letting up.
"AH AH AH!!" Americana's cries echoed among a string of unintelligible words as Smiley continued. Sounds of wet sloshing accompanied Smiley's thrusting, but she could barely hear it over Americana's shouting.
"Fuck!" Smiley said to herself, picking up to pace. Her own nipples pressed against the fabric of her top, and she could feel her own pussy throbbing and growing wet under her shorts. "I wish Esh was here to livestream this. Dammit!" she laughed to herself as Americana thrashed against her continued assault.
The face of Delta's favorite heroine was bright red as she screamed something that sounded vaguely like "OH YEAH." A sheen of sweat coated her naked skin, and her thighs quivered as the gushing continued and only added to the mess on the floor.
And then, just like that, she fell silent and passed out where she lay.
"Wha...?" Smiley questioned, blinking in confusion. She pulled her dripping fist out and sat back on her knees. Americana's pussy continued flowing and her tits rose with steady breathing, but she was out cold.
"Huh..." Smiley said before standing up. She stood there for several seconds, unsure what to do. "I guess it's possible to get cummed out...?" she said, scratching the back of her head with her dry hand.
She then did the only thing she could think of: she kneeled back down and slapped Americana across the face. "Wake up!" she yelled.
No answer.
A few more slaps produced the same non-result.
"Well, shit..." She then took her phone from her belt and began going through her contacts.
She brought up Esha's number first.
Hey. You aren't going to believe what just happened.
She then went through her list and found Mack's number.
Is it bad if someone passes out from an orgasm? What do I do? I used Bliss on them. Like, a lot of it.
She then set the phone on the floor next to her and looked over the heroine's impressively sculpted body once again. Taut muscle and soft, fleshy curves caused Smiley to reach down into her shorts and begin teasing her own flesh.
Just then, her phone buzzed.
Mack: Ameri-bitch? Nah, don't worry, these supers can take it. I hit Wolf Woman with a double dose once and she fucked a line of dudes for like 12 hours. She'll be all right. Wake her up tho.
Smiley: How do I wake her up.
Mack: I used a vibrator
Smiley: I don't have one. I'm at DQ's lab. She might have one in her room, but I'm not going in there. She might catch me and feed me to a monster lol.
Mack: Ima call you.
"What...?" Smiley said before it suddenly clicked. She then rushed over and shoved her phone into Americana's pussy, moments before it buzzed and its screen lit up with Mack's contact info.
Just then, Americana gasped and her eyes shot open as she tried to sit up. The phone fell out and Smiley grabbed it, wiping it on her shorts.
Americana sat up straight, swaying in her seat. Her eyes scanned the room, and she tried to form words but nothing came out. Smiley watched her and filmed just as another message came in.
Esha: wya?
Smiley saved a portion of her footage and sent it as a reply.
Esha: shut the fuck up!!!
Smiley: come through. I'll send the location.
After she typed in the address and sent it to Esha, Smiley put the phone back down and looked Americana in her blue eyes. She then bit her lip and looked around. "I'm sorry, Gigi. I gotta know."
She then reached forward and grabbed the dazed heroine's mask and lifted it off her face.
"OH.MY.GOD," she gasped when she found herself face to face with Brenda Wade, Delta City's favorite daughter. Brenda Wade, who made Heather McDonald the person she is today.
She picked up the phone and began typing something, but stopped. "Nope. Nope. I made Gigi a promise," she said, tossing the phone to the other side of the room, well out of reach. She put Americana's mask back on and looked at the bed.
"Let's try out the bed!" she said to Brenda with a grin before jumping up and forcing the millionaire heiress to her feet.
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"Holy shit..." Esha said, staring in awe with her phone recording.
"Right?" Smiley responded, wearing nothing but her underwear and eating a bowl of cereal.
The two of them stood in front of a large glass enclosure in a holding area somewhere in Dragon Queen's lair. On the other side, a muscular creature standing roughly seven feet high impaled Flag Girl on monstrous cock that threatened to split her like a log and one of its four hands covered the heroine's mouth as it lifted her up and down on its throbbing member with two other hands. The fourth hand was two fingers deep in the captured heroine's ass.
Esha moved her camera to the corner of the enclosure, where a dazed and visibly pregnant Lady Midnight cowered and watched what was happening in front of her.
"I'm horrified, but I can't look away..." Smiley said, scooping up more cereal.
Esha simply nodded in agreement.
The creature turned and snarled at them, causing them to jump back, before it continued pumping in and out of its new breeding partner.
"You're my friend and all, but if you ever piss off Dragon Queen you're on your own," Esha told her.
"Yeah, likewise," Smiley said with another mouthful of cereal.
As if hearing mention of her name, Dragon Queen walked into the holding area and approached the two. Her heels clicked loudly against the metal floor. "It's a magnificent thing, is it not?"
"That thing isn't going to kill them, is it?" Smiley asked.
"I'm not that sort of sadist, Ms. McDonald," she answered. "That creature has no killer instinct whatsoever. It exists purely to reproduce."
Smiley turned back around and kept watching. "Too bad we can't put Ameri-whore in there," she commented. "Oh, by the way...the bed in the guest room is broken. It was like that when I went in there."
Dragon Queen rolled her eyes and stuck something in Smiley's arm.
"Ow! It's just a damn bed!" She protested as the glass tube on the end of the gun-like device filled with red.
Dragon Queen raised the device and looked at the blood she drew. "The belt needs your DNA. Just like I said," she told her before walking toward the door. "Oh, Mr. Bruno says that he will have dinner ready in 10 minutes," She told them before finally leaving.
"What's Bruno making?" Esha asked.
"Enchiladas."
"Nice."
In the enclosure, a sweat-soaked Flag Girl continued bouncing on the creature's cock, despite the thing's seed dripping from her pussy and onto the floor in splatters. Her tits heaved with labored breath and her body writhed in the creature's grip, helpless to escape its hold as it assaulted her relentlessly. It carried on for a few moments before slowing and lifting the heroine off its still stiff and dripping cock and lowering her to the floor. Flag Girl breathed and panted, wobbling on all fours as the creature stood over her.
"I think he's finished..." Smiley said.
The creature then grabbed Flag Girl by her waist and inserted his cock into her asshole, causing her to scream loud enough that she could be heard even through the thick glass. It picked her up and smashed her chest against the glass, causing her tits to rub against it as it went in and out of her ass. Flag Girl clawed at the glass, a mix of pleasure and pain on her face as she swiped at the monster.
"Jinxed it," Esha said as they watched the creature continue pounding the helpless sidekick into submission.
"He'll probably be at it for a while. Let's go get dinner," Smiley said while grabbing her friend by the arm and pulling her away.
Esha took one more picture before following her.
VI
Several days later, Smiley sat in the back seat of the car, thumbing through pictures on her phone when she stopped at an image of her in front of the dinner table with Bruno, Esha, and Dragon Queen all seated and smiling for the camera. A bound, gagged, and naked Ms. Americana sat at the far end of the table and the image had the caption.
"A little downtime after a long week!" #familydinner #finallygotthatbitch #brokenheroines
And the comments read:
"I hope everything was to your liking" -BigBrun0
"It was very good @BigBrun0" -DragonQueen37
"Where was my invite?!" -MackPimpin
"Those enchiladas are the first thing I want when I get out of here" -ItsGiGi
"I got you next time. Have to go out of town for a bit @MackPimpin" - YourGirlSmiley
"We're almost there, ma'am," Bruno announced from the driver's seat.
Smiley looked up and out the window as the open desert passed them by at 70 miles an hour. The highway ahead stretched to the horizon with a black dot that Bruno was fast approaching as he zipped past a sign.
"Canyon Point Supermax Prison - 5 Miles"
"Is that our target?" Smiley asked, eyeing the black dot.
"It would appear so, Ma'am."
"Goodie!" Smiley said, thrusting her hips up and putting on her new belt. Its gold paint was covered over with black, and a yellow Smiley face replaced the A that had been there.
"Are you certain this is how you want to do it?" Bruno asked while watching her in the mirror. "Dragon Queen said that you wouldn't be as strong as Ms. Americana..."
"On account of not being one those Aphrodites, yeah I was there, big guy. I'm sure," she told him while snapping the belt in place. She felt a tingle through her core, just like every other time.
"Very well, ma'am," Bruno said before gunning the engine. It wasn't long before the dot grew in size and the car pulled up alongside the gray, nondescript bus and Smiley rolled down the window. "Ugh, this heat! I hate the Southwest," she groaned before climbing onto the roof. She held on while Bruno veered to the left.
When there was a sizable gap between the vehicles, Smiley jumped and began running, easily keeping pace with a bus that was moving about 50mph. "Haha! This is awesome!" she said to herself before she cracked her knuckles and looked at the side of the bus. She then slammed her shoulder into the bus, hard enough to make it veer to the side. When it corrected, she slammed it again, harder this time. It came back and Smiley responded with the a third hit that finally forced it off road.
Bruno pulled the car ahead and parked on the same side of the road.
Smiley skidded to a stop, kicking up a cloud of dust as she turned toward the bus. The door opened and three men in prison guard uniforms with shotguns got out and moved toward her.
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Inside the bus, the prisoners flinched as the sound of a shotgun going off broke the silent desert air. Then came the sounds of punches connecting and a body hitting the side of the bus. Moments later, they watched a thin, pale girl in yellow face paint with black hair under a prison guard's hat climb aboard, a broad smile on her face.
"Good morning, gentlemen," she said before looking around.
"Who the fuck are you, you crazy bitch?" One prisoner demanded, drawing looks from the others.
Smiley pouted. "Well, I'm here to let you guys go, but first I need to find Mr. Alonso. Is he here?"
The prisoners turned to an older man sitting in the very back. He lifted his head of gray hair. "I am Alonso."
"Perfect!" Smiley giggled and walked to the back. More than a few eyes were stuck on the shapely ass in tight shorts that passed by. When Smiley reached Alonso, she grabbed his chains and snapped them like dry noodles. Alonso got up and walked toward the front of the bus while Smiley began breaking the rest of the prisoners free.
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Outside, the gathered prisoners stood near the bus. The three guards were hogtied and gagged in the dirt while Smiley looked the men over. "You boys are free to do what you want now, but I'm gonna need you guys to do a couple of things for me first, okay?"
"What's that, little lady?" One man, a guy even bigger than Bruno, asked.
"First, kick that guy's sorry ass for calling me a crazy bitch," she said with a grin while pointing to the offending prisoner.
The others turned toward him and surrounded him, and soon he disappeared, pleading and then screaming, beneath flurry of flying fists. In the time since, Bruno backed the car up.
"Second," Smiley continued while knocking on the trunk. Bruno opened it from the inside. "I want you guys to take and enjoy this little present I brought you."
A few of the prisoners walked over and looked in the trunk while Smiley took out her phone and began recording. Confusion turned to laughter and high fives as a few of the prisoners pulled the still-bound and naked Queen of Justice out of the trunk and passed her along to the others. She tried to fight them by kicking, but some of the convicts grabbed her legs and waist and lifted her above the crowd's head.
Rough hands toyed with the soft, supple flesh of her chest and thighs as she screamed into her gag and struggled in their grip.
"Thought you guys might like it," Smiley laughed. "Now, I think the Mexican border is, like, an hour from here? An hour, right, Bruno?" she turned to him when he got out of the car.
"Hour fifteen south, ma'am."
"Hour fifteen south! And someone's gonna come looking for these guards when they don't make it to Canyon Point, so you guys better get moving."
At that, the convicts moved back toward the bus.
"Ma'am," Bruno said, holding up a large black satchel.
"Oh! Right!" Smiley snatched it from his hands and ran to the prisoners. "Guys! One more thing!"
The crowd turned around and Smiley tossed the bag to the nearest prisoner. He raised an eyebrow and opened it. A look of shock crossed his face. "Oh shit..." he said before showing the others, who were equally shocked and impressed.
The bag was packed to the brim with just about every drug any of them could name. Bags of weed, coke, and crack, pill bottles, and acid tabs.
"Show of hands, who got put away by one of these costumed cows because they just wanted to have a little fun?" Smiley asked while raising her hand. Among the prisoners, a little more than half did the same.
"Just what I thought," Smiley said. "Well, now it's her turn," she said, pointing to Americana.
There were frenzied, muffle protests coming from the heroine and Smiley began skipping toward her. The convicts parted for her so she could reach Ms. Americana. She pulled the heroine's gag from her mouth.
"You psychotic bitch!" The heroine cursed. "Don't do this!"
Smiley turned her back and raised her phone. "Who's got the potty mouth now, Ameri-cow? Smile, boys!" The prisoners gathered around and smiled and gestured for the camera. "Hope you like Mexico," Smiley said after taking the picture. "And remember, don't inhale too deeply."
"Noooooo! This isn't happening!" Ms. Americana screamed as the convicts hustled their bound, busty prize back onto the bus and started it up.
Alonso walked up to them and shook hands with Bruno. Smiley then dialed a number on the phone and handed it to Alonso.
"Hello?" the old man said. "Gianna, baby!"
Smiley watched the old man just as the bus pulled onto the highway and headed south. In the back, she could see several convicts handling a combative Ms. Americana as they piled on her naked, helpless body, and then the bus was gone.
"Gigi, honey, listen, I'm your dad...of course I'm not gonna let you stay in that awful place. Me, Bruno, and uh...Miss...what's your name?"
"Smiley,"
"Me, Bruno, and Smiley are coming to get you outta there, baby. Don't you worry."
A few minutes later, the call ended and Alonso handed Smiley her phone and put a hand on her shoulder. "Well done and welcome to the family. I'll make sure you're well taken care of for this, my dear. Do you like steak?"
Smiley nodded and grinned.
"Let's get on the road, Bruno. Once we're in town, get me to a tailor, then a good steakhouse."
"At once, sir," Bruno said before walking back to the driver's seat.
Smiley looked down at her phone and began typing into it.
"About to grab lunch with my new boss! I wonder what tomorrow holds."
She then got in the back seat with Don Alonso de Costa and the car drove off.
Epilogue - Several Days Later
It was early morning in Delta City Women's Prison, when Prisoner 2411952, Naomi Grant, known in her former life as the ex-superhero Superia, yawned and rubbed her eyes. Several inmates in the general population wing sat staring at the TV, fixated on a news report regarding rumors about millionaire Brenda Wade. She was newly outed as Ms. Americana and was spotted in Mexico exchanging all sorts of sexual favors for illicit substances. A grainy photo that could have been a horribly aged Brenda Wade came up on the screen, making several of the inmates laugh and cheer.
Superia just shook her head, smiled and walked away. "I can't believe that little manic, junk food eating pixie actually did it."
She approached the showers with a towel over her shoulder and tightness in her arm from having slept on it all night. She looked up at the guard standing outside the shower.
"Ten minutes, Grant," Officer Debbie Bowman said to her.
"Fuck off, Bowman," Superia growled.
"Watch your mouth before I put it to better use," Bowman threatened. She then reached out and grabbed Superia by the metal power suppression collar around her neck and pulled her in. "You remember what happened last time you pissed me off."
Superia narrowed her eyes and bit her tongue as Bowman shoved her into the shower room. "Like I said, Grant. Ten minutes!"
Superia sighed and turned on the water. She then untied the braid her light brown hair was in and lowered her head to let her curvy, naked body get soaked after she took off her gray uniform and put it somewhere away from the water.
Despite her more than 40 years, Superia's body was remarkably tone and fit, a perfect blend of Aphrodite physiology and constant physical activity even in prison. Rock-hard abs, arms and thighs of lean muscle, a sculpted ass, she had a body many of the other inmates envied and tried to take advantage of. Everyone who tried over the past 18 months ended up in the infirmary, except Bowman.
The first time Superia beat Bowman's ass, six more guards stormed her cell and kicked the shit out of her before passing her around. Then they dragged her to the guard's break room, strapped her to a table, and left Bowman's disgusting vibrator in her until the batteries died nearly 2 days later.
She tugged at the collar and growled at the thought of how one of those masked bimbos locked it around her neck all those months ago. She looked at the bruises on her knuckles, fresh from a few days ago when some new girl who just transferred in tried her in the yard. If she hadn't been cut off from her powers, that punch to the girl's chest wouldn't have even left bruises. Now they were bruised and they still ached a little.
"I swear to God I'm gonna kill those super bitches and those fucking guards..." she whispered to herself when she heard voices outside the showers. She looked back and saw five other woman walking in, the last of them slipping a wad of cash to Bowman, who then winked at Superia before walking away.
"Oh, for fuck's sake..." she sighed and turned off the water.
The leader of the group was a big woman Superia had seen before. She didn't know her name, but she and her whole crew were enforcers for hire and often acted as muscle for a number of crews inside the prison.
"You come with us," the big woman said.
"Fuck off, it's too early," Superia said. "I haven't even had breakfast yet."
"I wasn't asking. Ms. de Costa wants to talk to you."
"Gianna de Costa? What the hell does mob princess Barbie want?"
"Let's go," the big woman said, putting a hand on Superia's shoulder.
Seconds later, her face smashed into the tile wall of the shower, leaving cracks in it.
"Didn't say you could touch me, Bigfoot," Superia taunted and looked down at the woman.
The other inmates swarmed her right away, grabbing naked flesh and flailing limbs in an attempt to subdue her. Superia cursed and lashed out, knocking two of the remaining four women back before one tackled her to the wet floor and pinned her down. Superia slammed her head into the woman's nose and threw her into the wall. She jumped up and dodged a punch from the second woman she threw back. Superia then slipped around her, locking a sleeper hold in.
Every muscle on Superia's naked body tensed up as she tighentened her hold, and she looked the two still standing in their eyes as the woman in her grip fought to get free. Superia could feel her own nipples harden against the woman's back. She always did kind of get off on seeing fear in their eyes and dominance that came with that. When the woman stopped moving, Superia dropped her to the floor, stood up and rolled her bare shoulders. Her muscles dripped with water and she flexed her fingers into a fist.
The last two hesitated before running to the exit, and managed to get outside before Superia got to them. She grabbed them by the backs of their shirts and threw the screaming women back into the showers.
She then turned around, saw Bowman standing to the side, and simply smiled at her.
"Shit..." Bowman said to herself before turning and walking away at a hurried pace while Superia cracked her knuckles and walked back into the showers, ignoring please for mercy.
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Some time later, Gianna de Costa stood at the door to her private cell, peeling an orange with her fingers and trying to make sense of the scene in front of her. The tall Italian beauty's light blue eyes went from one unconscious, naked body laying on the floor of her cell to another, before coming to a stop at Superia, who lay in Gianna's bunk, reading a magazine.
"Hope you didn't pay these idiots too much..." Superia said.
"Why are they naked?" Gianna asked, tossing pieces of orange peel in her trash can.
"Because I sold their uniforms. My commissary account was a bit light," she told her, closing the magazine and sitting up. "Why the fuck did you send them after me in the showers? I thought you and I were cool?"
"Oh, we are. I told them to bring you for a chat. I didn't want to send my own people because I was afraid of this very thing. You tend to hit first and question later," Gianna told her before walking to her desk and sitting in the chair. Gianna couldn't help but gaze at Superia's massive tits, barely held back by the white t-shirt she wore, and the thick thighs barely covered by her shorts. The mob princess bit her lip before taking a bite of her orange.
"Well, what do you want?" Superia asked after a few moments of silence.
"Our girl did good. You saw the thing about Mexico on the news, right?"
Superia simply laughed when she thought about the news report and Brenda Wade.
"Looks like all that fight training you gave her paid off," Gianna said. "She took out several others, too."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. If your old ass got on social media, you'd know all about it," Gianna teased.
"You want to end up like this bunch?" Superia motioned to the unconscious enforcers. "Keep making fun of my age and I'll hit you hard enough to send you back to the old country."
"Don't threaten me with a good time, Naomi," Gianna simply laughed and bit into her orange. "You want to get out of here? Go home?"
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"
Gianna reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone. She held her orange in her teeth and pressed a few commands before tossing it to Superia. "Our mutual friend just visited me. She said to give you this message."
Superia caught the phone and pressed play.
"Heeeey Supes!" Smiley said, holding up her phone in front of the prison's front gate. She was wearing a blonde wig, but Superia recognized her right away. "How's it hanging? Listen, I'm about to go in and visit Gigi. Sorry I couldn't come see you, too, but Gigi's getting out soon. You wanna come with? Don Alonso said it's cool if we pulled you both out. Now, it involves mind controlling one of these other supers. I think her name's Omega Woman or something? Anyway, you should know we had to get the mind control whammy thing from Dragon Queen because that's who I've been working with. If I get you out, Don Alonso said there's work for you with us, but you gotta take it easy on Dragon Queen," Smiley said.
"I know you two have your history and you said you were gonna knock her teeth out for escaping and leaving you in prison, but we kinda need her with all her teeth for now, so you be good!" Smiley chastised. "Anyway, tell Gigi if you're down and she'll tell me. 'Kay? Bye!" Smiley said, kissing the camera before turning it off.
Superia tossed the phone back to Gianna and laid back on the bunk. "Just one question."
"Go."
"Am I gonna have enough time to beat the shit out of Bowman and her gang before whatever your plan is starts?"
Gianna ate and swallowed the last bit of her orange before smiling. "I think that can be arranged," she said.
"Good. Very good," Superia said, rolling over and settling into a nap.
"...Can I have my bed back?" Gianna asked after a few seconds of silence.
"No. Fuck off. I'm gonna take a nap." Superia said, waving her away.
Gianna sighed and started to say something, but then looked at the unconscious enforcers and stayed quiet. "Old ass bitch..." she muttered under her breath.
"You say something?" Superia asked.
"No! Nothing..."
END