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The Specter (Call Me Americana #6)

by Sigma

I

“Please don’t do this,” Axanna Morgan begged. She was on her knees, hands bound in front of her, alone in a warehouse and surrounded by grim looking armed men who seemed to eye her with indifference.

Axanna looked around, trying to make sense of her surroundings. She counted the men, 12 in total, and then looked and saw the closest of them had a knife on his belt.

She stayed quiet, trying to figure a way out of these when one of the men checked the communication stud in his ear. He then yelled something to the others in German, the only language Axanna had heard the men speaking since they snatched her off the street on her way from an errand a few hours ago.

The armed men raised their weapons and began scrambling to take positions around the open space of the warehouse. As they did that, an SUV smashed through the far wall, and several others were close behind it, flying in through the newly made hole. The vehicles skid to a halt and armed armed men in tactical gear piled out and the gun battle erupted.

Axanna immediately got to her feet and ran for cover, forgotten about by her captors. She peered from behind her cover and her face lit up with a bright smile when she saw who was leading the attackers. He was a tall man with short, brown hair, and he directed the men taking cover behind the SUVs with a cool head, even under gunfire.

“Nathan!” she yelled out to her husband.

Nathan Morgan turned and saw her, smiling with relief. He quickly took cover under heavy fire and returned fire of his own and Axanna looked around, seeing her captors all occupied with the battle. A few were already dead and the tall, busty blonde found the man with the knife.

Mustering all her might, she ran at him and ran into him, knocking him off balance. He went down and she grabbed his knife and ran with it. She heard him yell and when she looked back, she saw him cut down with gunfire. She ducked behind a crate and flipped the knife, cutting her bonds. When she looked back up, her kidnappers were dead and dying, and Nathan and his security team were securing the area.

“Baby!” Nathan called out, his gun still raised. “Ax! Where are you?!”

“I’m here!” she called out while getting up. She had tears in her eyes as she ran to him. They hugged tight and Axanna didn’t want to let her husband go.

“Thank god you’re safe!” Nathan said.

Axanna said nothing. She just held him tight.

“This was that asshole Rieger,” Nathan said. “He’s gone too far!”

“I just wanna go home,” Axanna said.

“We are, baby. We’re gonna go home, you’re gonna see Summer, and everything is going to be all right,” Nathan told her, wiping tears from her face.

“Boss…” one of the security team said. He was Jared Walker a tall, athletically built black man with a close-cut fade and the head of Nathan’s security detail. “We don’t know if these clowns have backup coming. Let’s jet.”

“Yeah,” Nathan said. “We’ll….AX!” He screamed and pushed her aside.

Axanna didn’t have time to react, but her heart skipped a beat when she heard a single gunshot. She winced when she felt a sudden spray of warm liquid on her face and she looked down and saw Nathan on the ground with a bullet hole in his head.

She didn’t heard Walker yell. She didn’t hear the security team open fire on the badly wounded kidnapper who pulled his sidearm and shot Nathan. She didn’t even hear herself scream when she realized her husband was dead at her feet.

The gunfire around her died out, and Axanna Morgan fell to her knees and picked her late husband’s head up and put it in her lap, his face still and eyes lifeless.

***

One week later, Brenda Wade stood among the group of mourners, watching as the priest presided over the the lowering of Nathan Morgan’s casket. His wife, Axanna, a tall, beautiful, busty blonde, held the hand of their daughter Summer, a toddler, in her hers and stared listlessly as her husband was lowered. Axanna had barely said two words to anyone, Brenda noticed, and she didn’t seem to shed a single tear.

Brenda didn’t know her or Nathan personally, but Wade Enterprises had business dealings with Morgan Industries and she accompanied Anna Adkins, current CEO of Wade Enterprises, at Freya’s suggestion.

Brenda glanced at Freya, who was in hushed conversation with Jared Walker and Brenda looked around, recognizing that many of Delta City’s social elite were among the mourners, including Mayor Ortega.

The priest thanked everyone for their attendance and slowly, people began to return to their cars as two cemetery workers began piling in the dirt. Axanna still stood on the edge of the grave, comforting her crying daughter but showing no emotion herself.

“Brenda,” Freya said, sidling up to her. She gently grabbed her arm and leaned in. “How would Americana like to do some good tonight?”

Brenda glanced at her and nodded.

II

The Red Mile was a notorious entertainment district close to Downtown Delta City. It was a neon-lit stretch of bars, clubs, and lounges for the tourists and nightlife junkies. On the edges were the strip clubs, seedier bars, and “massage parlors”, many of which were run by small-time crime bosses, gangsters, and even the city’s two Yakuza groups. At the very outer edge of the Red Mile was The Underworld, a three-story black brick of a building.

Eagle-1 passed overhead and Americana dropped out and onto the roof as the ship took off into the night sky. Americana could hear pounding industrial techno and feel the bass under her heels. She looked over the edge and saw people dressed in black lining up to get inside. She pressed the communication button on her choker.

“Freya, I’m at the Underworld.”

“Good,” Freya answered. “Remember, you need to find the owner, Hannig. His office is on the top floor, but you can’t get to it from the roof, so you’ll need to go through the main floor to the elevator and take it up. He runs drugs and girls out of this club for this Rieger person who was behind Ms. Morgan’s kidnapping. Do not take him lightly.”

“Got it,” Americana said. She then found the door and went inside, unaware of a lone figure watching her from a distant rooftop.

She followed the stairs down until she was on the club’s main floor. Dark, pounding, rhythmic beats assaulted the senses and lean, nearly naked bodies danced to them in a sea of waving arms and trance-like movements.

Americana moved through the crowd, locating the elevator on the other side. She couldn’t help but stare at the impossibly fit and beautiful dancers, men and women of all different races, around her. She forced herself not to get distracted and noticed bouncers, big men in suits, watching her.

She moved more quickly, and dodged a punch when it came at her. The bouncer behind the punch attacked again, and Americana dispatched him with a kick to his ribs and a punch to his throat. Another wrapped his arms around her from behind, but she slammed the back of her head into his face and then flipped him over her shoulder. A third bouncer tried to clothesline her, but Americana ducked low and swept his legs from under him. He went down and she dropped an elbow on his throat before rolling back to her feet.

Through all of that, the dancers kept dancing, paying little attention to the violence.

Americana turned and looked at the elevator, seeing it was only a few feet away. She pressed the button and it came down. When it opened, there were four more bouncers inside. They grabbed the heroine and pulled her in.

*

Hannig, a big bearded man in a purple suit, sat at his desk in his office above the club, in direct view of the elevator. The panoramic windows overlooked the club’s other levels. He toyed with a Rubik’s cube on his desk and watched as the elevator arrived. It dinged and the doors opened. His bouncers fell out, all unconscious, and Americana stepped over them to exit the elevator. The busty young heroine barely had a dark hair out of place.

“Ah, Miss Americana, in the curvy, supple, delicious flesh,” Hannig said, offering her a seat.

“Hannig,” Americana answered, preferring to stand. “I’m going to be quick. Tell me about this Rieger guy and you can keep all your teeth.”

Hannig smiled and stood to his full height. He was a few inches taller than Americana, with a rotund build. He put his hands on his desk. “I’m afraid I can’t do that, dear. Instead, I have a proposal for you.”

“What?”

“I beat you within an inch of your life, fuck you, then sell you for a lot of money.”

“You pig!” Americana said.

Hannig smiled at her and straightened his necktie. With surprising agility for such a big man, he vaulted over his desk and kicked the heroine in her chest, causing her to fly back. She tumbled across the floor and quickly got up, but Hannig was on her.

He peppered the heroine with a series of hard, rapid punches before grabbing her by the throat and tossing her to the side. Americana rolled across the ground but bounced back. When she ran at Hannig, she hit him with her own punches, powered by her belt. He winced at the strength of the blows, feeling the impact even through his robust build, and then staggered when one punch hit him square in the jaw.

That blow turned him around and made him stumble into his desk. Americana grabbed him by the back of his suit jacket, but Hannig swung around clubbing the heroine with his Rubik’s cube. The toy shattered and she spun around. Before she could recover, Hannig picked her up by the back of her neck and pulled at her thong with his other hand, wedging it deep between her meaty ass cheeks. He hoisted her overhead with little effort and then brought her lower back down hard across his knee.

She cried out and Hannig tossed her onto the floor. She writhed, holding her aching back, and she screamed when Hannig grabbed her ankle and swung her around, into the window that overlooked the dance floors blow. The impact cracked the glass and Americana fell to the ground. Hannig stood over the beaten heroine and smiled.

“That’s step one out of the way, kitten,” he taunted. He then kicked her so she rolled over and he straddled her. When she resisted, he slapped her in the face, rattling her, and then stripped her bikini top off, exposing her tits. He licked his lips and grabbed a meaty handful.

“So young and healthy. Yes, you’ll do nicely,” he said. He grabbed her by the neck and threw her back into the window, the same spot as before, and the cracks widened. Americana lay on the floor, dazed, and Hannig stripped her of her belt and panties. He then rubbed her pussy after licking his fat fingers. “Nice and tight for me, too. Don’t worry, doll. I will fix that.”

Americana moaned at his touch, but was too stunned to do anything to stop him.

“I heard you caused my associated Mr. Hawkins some trouble in Sugar Town some weeks back. May that young man rest in peace,” Hannig said. “I personally despise that place, it is so low-class. But perhaps I will parade this perfect little body of yours around there and boost their morale, yes?”

Americana growled and jabbed him in the eye, and Hannig reeled, cursing in German. She got up and ran and dropkicked Hannig, sending him into his desk and knocking it over. Americana paused, favoring her injuries, and Hannig stood up, picking up his desk. He swung it around, hitting the heroine with it and sending her into the wall before tossing it aside.

“You’re a wily little cunt,” Hannig smiled. “I’m gonna enjoy fucking that out of you,” he said as he stood over the slumped over heroine. He dropped his pants, revealing a rock-hard cock, and he grabbed her head and forced it down her throat.

Americana gagged as Hannig forced her face against his crotch, and he moved her head back and forth, forcing her to suck him off. Her naked tits swung back and forth with the motion, and she moaned in protest, trying to push away, but Hannig simply laughed and continued, picking up his pace and forcing the busty young heroine to gag on his length.

“Let me tell you all of the things I am going to do to you, dear,” Hannig taunted. “First, right here, I will fuck you in every hole you have, multiple times. Then, I will pump you full of drugs to make you dependent on them. You will never leave my side as I peddle you to my friends and clients. Your life as a superhero will be over and your life as a whore will begin. Then, when you are used up and no longer any good to me, I will feed you to my dogs,” he laughed.

Americana only gagged in response, feeling the beginnings of his hot seed in her mouth. She tried to pull away, but Hannig resisted. She beat her fists against his hairy legs, but she was weakened from the beating and couldn’t muster the strength. He shoved her back against the window and thrust harder, and Americana’s tits heaved as she breathed heavy, trying to come up with an escape. Then she saw a shadow loom behind Hannig. A gloved hand seized his neck from behind and another hand, holding a curved knife, slipped under his balls, centimeters from Americana’s chin.

“Let her go, you fat fuck…” a woman said.

Hannig froze and pulled out, and Americana doubled over, gagging and spitting. She looked up to see a tall blonde in a tight green, one-piece outfit and matching mask. Her muscular legs were covered in fishnet stockings and she wore black boots with spiked heels. She pulled Hannig away and then kicked him in the back of his legs and forced him to his knees.

“I have questions, Hannig,” the woman said. “You have answers.”

Hannig growled. “Was Rudolf Rieger involved in kidnapping Axanna Morgan?”

“Fuck you!”

She brought the blade up and nicked Hannig’s neck, causing a trickle of blood.

“Ah! Yes! He was behind it!”

“Because Mr. Morgan turned down his offers of a buyout, right?”

“Yes!”

“Where is Rieger?” She demanded.

“I won’t tell you that!”

She dug the blade in his neck, making him squeal. She then leaned in to his ear and whispered something. Americana watched Hannig turn white as a sheet and his lip quiver.

“H...he has a penthouse in the Vista building! That’s where he stays!” Hannig said.

The woman in green smiled and pulled the blade away. She then tapped his shoulder. “Attaboy. Get up.”

Hannig whimpered and stood and turned to face her.

“Pull your pants up, please,” The woman said. She looked at Americana. “You okay?”

Americana nodded and Hannig pulled his pants up.

“What happens now?” Hannig asked.

“To you?” the woman responded. “You’re a pig, Hannig. You’re disgusting. So what happens now is I see if pigs can fly.”

Americana looked back and saw Hannig was right by the window where she was slammed into it and it was weakened. “Wait, don’t!”

But it was too late. With a thrust of her powerful leg, the blonde in green kicked Hannig through the window, and he plummeted to the dance floor below, sending the crowd into a panic. Americana watched in shock as bouncers began swarming the stairs.

“We should leave…” the blonde said. “Come on, unless you want to end up as meat for those goons.”

Americana gathered her costume and belt and followed.

*

“Who are you?” Americana demanded while putting her costume back on. They had managed to find stairs and run to the roof, locking the door behind them.

“You can call me the Specter,” the woman told her. “And you should stay out of this. Rieger is mine.”

Americana watched her. “Hold on, I can help you. Do you know the Morgans?”

“You can say that,” she said. “But I don’t need some kid getting in my way,” The Specter said.

“Hey, come on…” Americana said. “You don’t look like you’re much older than I am…”

The Specter smirked at her. She then approached Americana and put a hand on her shoulder, sliding it to the back of the girl’s neck. “Look...I appreciate you trying to do the right thing, but this isn’t your fight.”

Americana looked into her eyes, thinking there was something familiar. She then looked at the woman’s body, and couldn’t help but noticed the curvy, athletic build as their tits touched slightly. When The Specter gently caressed the back of her neck, Americana shuddered, feeling her nipples go erect. She bit her lip and tried to focus. “J...just let me help you.”

“No. Go home, Americana,” The Specter told her. She then turned to walk away. Americana tried to stop her, but the Specter jumped off the rooftop, deploying a grappling hook gun from her utility belt and swinging away.

Americana pressed her choker. “Freya.”

“Americana, is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” Americana said. “Hannig is dead. He was taken out by another superhero after Rieger. She called herself the Specter. She’s pretty hardcore...”

“Hmm...okay, I’ll send Eagle-1 to pick you up and we’ll figure this out.”

“Okay,” Americana said. “And Freya…”

“Yes?”

“See if the professor will make me a grappling hook gun.”

III

Rudolf Rieger was a tall, thin man with a shaved head and a taste for the finer things. His penthouse apartment offered a stunning view of Delta City, which stretched out in a sea of lights under the night sky. He stood by his window, admiring the view and drinking a vintage wine when he noticed a shadow in the moonlight.

It was a large object with wings that didn’t move. Only when it got closer did Rieger realize it was a glider, and someone dropped from it and fell straight toward his window.

The Specter crashed through the window, kicking Rieger in his chest. His wine glass fell and shattered and he tumbled back across the ground as the heroine stood tall and put her hands on her hips.

“Rudolf Rieger…” she said in a tone of barely contained fury. “Get up.”

Rieger laughed and got up, brushing the broken glass off of his smoking jacket as she he eyed the tall, busty beauty standing in his apartment. “Quite the entrance, my dear,” he said. “Though I would have preferred you used the door, myself.”

She stomped toward him and punched him in the throat, bringing him to his knees. “You have a lot to answer for,” she said.

“Perhaps,” he answered. “But I will not acknowledge the authority of some scantily-clad strumpet whose idea of an appropriate introduction is wanton property damage.”

“Do you think this is a joke?!” The Specter said. She grabbed him by his collar and punched him hard enough to knock him down. “Get up.”

Rieger grabbed his jaw and stood up, still laughing. “Oh, I do love America. Only here can I man like myself make unimaginable wealth and do whatever he pleases, only to be assaulted by a very rude lady of the evening.” He doubled over when she punched him in his stomach.

“Get. Up,” she told him again.

“This is personal,” Rieger said. “No one punches like that for it to not be personal.” He got back up, using a nearby chair to steady himself. “Did I hurt someone close to you? A friend? A family member? A lover?”

“He was all of those, you son of a bitch!”

“Ah...well...I’m sure I had my reasons, whoever he was,” Rieger laughed. He tumbled back, over the table when the Specter kicked him.

“I can do this all night, Rieger. But you’re going to answer my questions.”

Rieger pulled himself up. “There is only one question you need to be asking, my friend.”

“What’s that?”

“How long am I going to survive against an opponent much stronger than me?”

“You?” The Specter asked with an indignant laugh.

“Oh! Heavens no!” He looked to the wall and pressed a key combination on the security system. Behind the Specter, a hidden door opened to reveal a hulking figure, clad in only a gas mask, a leather thong, and boots. He looked like something out of an S&M horror movie. A massive tank on his back was connected to his mask via a hose, and he lumbered toward the heroine, growling low. “Behold! Der Koloss!”

“Fuck…” The Specter said, backing up.

Rieger eased himself into chair at his table and grabbed the bottle of wine that still stood. He found a glass and poured some. “Do not kill her,” Reiger ordered. “Have your fun, but keep her intact. My backers and I will have use for that amazing body of hers.”

The Koloss seemed to growl in understanding and fixed bloodshot eyes on the heroine before charging at her. The Specter was caught off guard and got tackled into a nearby wall. Before she could recover, it lifted her by her blonde hair and threw her across the apartment.

When the Specter got to her hands and knees, the Koloss loomed over her. She kicked the monster in its knee and rolled back, but it was unphased by the blow. The Specter got to her feet and jumped back, behind Rieger’s coffee table. She kicked it at the Koloss, who simply batted it aside. The Specter eyed the hose connecting the tank to its mask and produced a knife from her utility belt. She charged, swinging at the hose, but the giant grabbed her arm and she screamed as it lifted her overhead. It then grabbed her leg and held the helpless heroine up high and brought her down on her back, across his knee.

The Specter screamed in pain and writhed on the floor, and was silenced when the Koloss brought its fist down on her head, stunning her with a blow that was strong enough to crack the floor under her. She lay at the giant’s feet, groaning and dazed, and the Koloss picked her up by her hair and held her up so they were eye to eye. Her gaze was glossed over, her hazel eyes rolled back as she hang there listlessly.

The Koloss let out a gravelly chuckle and began fondling her curvy body. It then dropped her to the floor and she looked up groggily, noticing the huge bulge in the giant’s underwear. It took the underwear off, revealing the massive cock that made the heroine gasp in shock. After a few tugs, it stood rock hard. The Koloss then kicked the Specter and made her roll her. She tried crawling away, but the Koloss grabbed by the back of the head and pushed it to the floor, pinning her down. She then felt her heard skip a beat when the Koloss ripped her costume off, exposing her body.

“No!” she cried out, pushing back and trying to escape. She knew what came next. Unable to escape, she braced herself, and cried out when the Koloss penetrated her ass with his cock. The giant kept her head pinned down, and its cock stretched the heroine’s tight asshole as he thrust in and out, grunting roughly as he did.

“Ugh...UGH!” She moaned pathetically, yelping when, out of the nowhere, the giant smacked her hard across her ass, making it shake and jiggle. She gritted her teeth, wanting to deny the pleasure she was feeling as the giant took her ass against her will. The Specter kicked her legs in futility as she felt the monster’s pelvis slamming into her ass with its thrusting. She reached for her utility belt, but the Koloss grabbed her wrist and pinned it down, and her other hand was pinned beneath her own tits.

All she could do was grunt and take it, balling her hand into a fist as the monster continued fucking her. After a few more thrusts, the Koloss got to his knees and picked her up by her waist. It grabbed her hips and bounced her up and down on its cock. Her meaty tits swung and she moaned out loud as the Koloss stood up and continued fucking her without breaking pace.

It grabbed her legs, holding them apart to spread her out as much as possible, and its cock continued stretching the beaten heroine. In an act of defiance, she swung her gloved fist back and hit the giant in his masked face, but he simply grunted and laughed, breathing heavily while continuing to fuck her in the ass. He moved one hand up, seizing a fistful of her blonde hair, and he pulled her head back against his while still holding her up to fuck her. “

“You bastard!” The Specter hissed at him, breathing heavily.

The Koloss simply laughed and let go of her hair so he could squeeze on of her tits. The assault went on for several more minutes, with the Koloss not seeming to lose any stamina. Finally, she felt him shudder, and and he grunted before lifting her off his still stiff cock. He threw her onto the floor and made her roll over.

She lay on her naked back, exhausted, her tits rising and falling with her rapid breathing, and watched the Koloss jerk himself off over her. His body then stiffened as she coated her in  a warm sticky stream, and all she could do was lay there and take it. “No...nooo…” she said as it reached down and grabbed her by her face. The Koloss dragged her across the floor and deposited her on Rieger’s dining room table, where he sat with a glass of wine and smiled.

The Specter watched him closely and Rieger drained the glass and set it down.

“A preview for your life to some, my dear,” Rieger boasted. He used a napkin and wiped off one of her cum-soaked tits before stuffing it in her mouth. “My associates have been wanting to get their hands on one of you women for some time,” he said, massaging her tit. “They want to make something even better than our brutish friend here,” he said while motioning to the Koloss. “I imagine you’ll do nicely.”

She spit out the napkin. “I’m going to kill you, Rieger,” she promised. She eyed the wine glass

He pouted and shook his head. “No one who has said that to me has ever delivered on that promise. I certainly don’t think some blonde piece of fuckmeat will be the one to do it.” He then ran his hand down her body, savoring the feel of her flawless, supple skin. “I do think, however, I will keep you to myself for a while before I inform my associates, yes? Though, I do wonder...how did you find me?”

“Hannig,” she answered with a satisfied smile. “I kicked that fat fuck out of a window after he talked.”

“Ah, yes, Hannig,” Rieger said. “I suppose that means the Underworld is for sale now. Wonderful. I will have to scoop that up. Thank you, my dear.”

The Specter caught her breath. Her energy was slowly returning to her. She glanced at the wine glass again. “I have another present for you, Rieger.”

“What’s that?”

With a surge of energy, she lashed out and grabbed the glass and slammed it into Rieger’s face. He went down, screaming, and the Specter got to her feet, holding the jagged, broken stem. She turned to the Koloss, who lunged at her. She dodged out of the way just in time and jammed the stem into side of its neck. Not waiting to assess the damage, she took off for the hole in the window she made when she arrived. She ran onto Rieger’s balcony, jumped on the railing, and dove off, plummeting several stories toward the street below. She then drew her grappling gun from her belt and deployed it, latching onto an apartment several dozen floors below.

It yanked her arm when it went taut and the heroine screamed when she felt her shoulder pop. She swung into the side of the building and fell, several more stories, into the alley below, landing right on top of a closed dumpster and bouncing to the alley floor below.

“Ugghh….” she groaned and whimpered, willing herself to stand. She pressed a small button in her belt and moments later, a sleek green, two door, supercar came up behind her. She got in the driver’s seat and pressed a button on the navigation screen after activating a device remotely. The autodrive then took over and the car sped off after the door closed.

*

“We’ve hit a dead end, Freya!” Brenda ranted.

“We haven’t,” Freya said. “We simply need to think about this,” Freya said as Brenda paced around the apartment, still in costume but without her mask.

“Well, maybe I should go to this Rieger guy’s place and see if this lady needs my help.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Freya said. “I need to run some intel on this Rieger. We can’t have you running in blind like at the Wolf’s Den.”

Brenda sighed and plopped down in a chair.

“I could see if the Professor has a spare Regina laying around. We could send her, if so,” Freya said.

“That’s not funny,” Brenda said.

Freya smirked at her, and then glowered when Brenda spun around in the chair and sighed. “Brenda…”

“Hmm?” Brenda asked, stopping her spinning to face her.

“Come here.”

Brenda looked at her confused and got up. She approached and Freya grabbed the back of the neck. “When you started doing this, what was one of the first things about counter-intelligence that I taught you?”

“Always maintain my secret identity?”

“Besides that…”

Brenda shrugged.

“Always know when you’ve been bugged!” Freya said, pinching the back of Brenda’s neck.

“Ow!” Brenda then blinked at a small, metal object that flashed between Freya’s fingers. “...Oh shit…”

“Brenda, think hard. Who planted this on you? Was it Hannig’s people?” Freya asked.

Just then, there was rapid, panicked knocking at the door. Freya turned around.

“Who could that be…?”

“Maybe it’s the Professor, or Coach Kay?”

“They don’t need to knock…” Freya said. She put the tracker in her pocket and went to the door, listening closely. There was more knocking, more desperate this time. Freya opened the door and the Specter stood on the other side, swaying on her feet. A weak smile cross the heroine’s face as she looked inside.

“Oh...Americana is Brenda Wade...wasn’t expecting that…”

“Oh crap!” Brenda said, scrambling for her mask. “Crap, crap, crap!”

The Specter took her own mask off and looked at Freya and Brenda.

“Axanna Morgan?!” Freya gasped.

“In the flesh…” Axanna said with a weak laugh before collapsing.

Freya and Brenda looked at each other in stunned silence.

“At least it’s not Hannig…” Brenda said with a nervous laugh.

Freya looked down at Axanna. “Get her legs and help me carry her to a guest room.”

IV

Sometime later, Axanna sat up, wincing at a dull pain in her shoulder. She was in a bed she didn’t recognize, wearing clothes that weren’t hers. Brenda, now in normal clothes, and Freya watched her carefully.

“How long was I out?” Axanna asked.

“An hour, Ms. Morgan,” Freya said.

She looked at them, smiling. “I guess I have some explaining to do.”

“I didn’t think you were a badass like that!” Brenda said.

Axanna rolled her shoulder.

“It was dislocated,” Freya said. “I reset it. Are you an Aphrodite?”

Axanna nodded.

“You should mend in no time, then,” Freya told her before sitting on the edge of the bed. “You went after Rieger, because it was his men who kidnapped you and killed your husband?”

Axanna nodded and clenched the bed sheets. “I thought I could take him...but he had this freak of a bodyguard, and…”

Freya put a hand on her shoulder. “It’s all right. We’re here to help. I know Jared Walker, your security head,” Freya explained. “We were in the same unit in the army.”

Axanna looked at her. “Really? With General Wade?” 

Brenda looked away at the mention of her father’s name.

“Yes,” Freya said. “He told me everything he knew at the funeral. I’ve been building a profile on Rieger since.”

“He has to pay for what he did,” Axanna said.

“Agreed,” Freya said. “Which is why Americana and I are going to help you.”

Axanna looked up and surprise and saw both women smiling at her. She smiled back and climbed out of the bed. “Let’s go then. Back to my apartment.” She looked down, seeing she was wearing an oversized t-shirt and stared at the logo. “Huh...who was at the Electra Nova concert a few months back?”

“Me,” Freya said with a big smile.

“I was in the front row. She’s so incredible!” Axanna said.

“Right?” Freya agreed.

“Gah!” Brenda said, throwing her hands up and leaving.

“What’s with her?” Axanna asked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Freya sighed.

***

Sometime later, the three of them walked into Axanna’s spacious luxury apartment. The minute they walked in, Jared Walker, a tall, athletically built black man in his mid or late 40s, stood up.

“Ms. Morgan! Where have you…” he then saw Freya. “Freya? Ms. Brenda Wade?”

“They know about Specter, Jared,” Axanna told him. “I went after Rieger but hit a snag,” she told him. “Where’s Summer?”

“Asleep, ma’am…” Jared told her.

Axanna nodded and walked off to another room. As she left, Brenda looked around the space. She saw several pictures of the happy Morgan family on the walls. She glanced over and saw Freya talking to Jared. She mentally noted how close Freya stood to him, and she saw a slight smile on Jared’s face as they talked. Freya laughed at something Jared said and put a hand on his arm, gently.

Brenda chuckled. “Okay, Freya…”

*

Axanna walked into her daughter’s bedroom. Summer was asleep in her crib and next to it, in a rocking chair, sat a young woman reading a book while trying to stay awake. She looked up and stood.

“Axanna, you’re back!”

“Yeah,” Axanna said. “Thanks for staying with her, Michelle,” she said to Summer’s nanny.

“Of course. It’s no trouble.”

Axanna leaned in and kissed her sleeping daughter on the head. “I’m afraid I need you stay with her through the night. You’ll be paid double, of course.”

“It’s fine…” Michelle said. “...Are you going back out?”

Axanna nodded.

“Just be careful, okay? Summer needs her mom to come back to her.”

Axanna nodded again and hugged Michelle before giving Summer another kiss and leaving.

*

Soon after, Axanna, Brenda, Freya, and Jared were in Axanna’s crime lab, a back room filled with all kinds of tech, computer banks, weapons, and a massive chart showing people in photographs, with Rudolf Rieger at the top.

“Okay,” Freya said, taking the lead. “Here’s what I found. Rudolf Rieger, 41, is old money. It’s said his family built their fortune off of looted artwork stolen during World War II. His grandfather was a Nazi officer, so there’s likely some truth to that. After the war, granddad fled Germany to escape trial and landed in South America, where Rudolf was born. He came here as a young man, buying up businesses, never building them, in order to satisfy his own ego. He’s backed by some very powerful, very old money. I haven’t been able to untangle that,” Freya said. “But they’re probably old buddies of his granddad.” 

“So he’s basically a playboy nepo-baby,” Jared said.

“Exactly,” Freya said.

“There’s so many reasons to wanna punch this guy…” Brenda said.

“He tried to buy our company,” Axanna told them. “We told him no and he got persistent. After the sixth time, that’s when he grabbed me off the street.” 

“You were able to put all this together in such a short time?” Brenda asked, looking around the crime lab.

Axanna smiled. “Before I met Nathan, I worked with my dad, who was a private investigator. I’m an only child, and he always made sure I knew how to take care of myself. I was helping Nathan investigate Rieger because we always suspected he was shady. We could never uncover much about him or who backs him, though.”

“It was tough,” Freya said. “I had to go to some of my old Army intel buddies for help. There are still some old Nazi hunters in the army looking for guys like Rieger.”

“What about this giant you had to fight?” Jared asked Axanna.

“He was huge, all muscle. Not easily hurt...but I think I know how to stop him.”

“Freya,” Brenda said. “That sounds a lot like Razor…”

“I thought the same,” Freya said. “So we may or may not be dealing with Pervo again. Either way, you remember what you learned from Hilda and Katelyn, right?”

Brenda nodded.

“Good,” Freya said. “I have blueprints of Rieger’s place, so we can come up with an attack plan.”

“What if he leaves?” Axanna asked.

“I have eyes on him if he does,” Jared said. “But we should move fast. Freya, let’s go over the plan and iron out the details.”

Freya nodded and she and Jared walked over to another corner of the lab. Brenda watched them, and noticed Jared put his hand on the small of Freya’s back before it slid down to her ass. Brenda smirked as she watched them go.

“Can I ask you something?” Axanna said to Brenda.

“Sure.”

“Why do you do this? The whole superhero thing?”

“Oh…” Brenda said. “My dad…” she answered. “He was always about helping people, protecting others. I was young when he died, but I always remembered that about him. He didn’t have any family, and he never talked about my mom’s family...but Freya came to me before the funeral and told me how she was a close friend of his in the army and he asked her to be my Godmother. Apparently she knew my mom, too.”

Axanna smiled and put a hand on Brenda’s shoulder. “I didn’t know Mr. Wade, but Jared speaks highly of him.”

Brenda smiled at that and glanced over at Jared and Freya. They were looking over a map on the table, and Jared stood behind Freya, his body basically pressed against hers as they leaned over the maps.

“Let’s just hope those two keep it in their pants long enough for us to come up with a plan,” Brenda said.

Axanna looked over. “Oh!...Well…”

“Hey,” Brenda said. “Do you have any more of those grappling guns?”

“Haha,” Axanna said. “That’s patented. Get your own, kid,” she said with a sly smile.

“I’m not a kid!”

V

Hours later, on a rooftop that had a good view of Rieger’s penthouse, Freya and Jared sat in camping chairs with a large, black case off to the side. Freya had a laptop propped on her legs while Jared watched the apartment through binoculars.

“I’ve got eyes on Rieger,” Jared said. “Not the giant, though.”

“Copy that,” Axanna said over radio. “Standby and we’ll get started soon.”

Jared lowered the binoculars and looked at Freya. “So it’s been, what, 10 years, since I last saw you. Last I heard, you were in the FBI’s supercrimes office.”

“Mhmm…” Freya told him. “Then Jack died and I left to take care of Brenda like he asked me.”

“I still hate that I missed the funeral…” Jared said. “Have you talked to Laura lately?”

Freya shook her head. “Not since the funeral...but you know her deal.”

“Yeah…” Jared said.  “Did you ever think we’d be doing this? Helping superheroines out?”

“Not at all,” Freya told him. “Honestly, it beats sitting in an FBI office all day.”

“I hear that,” Jared said. “It also beats the hell out of sweating our asses off in the middle of a desert, trying not to get stung by scorpions.”

Freya laughed. “That it does. Though I wasn’t complaining when you got so hot you walked around basecamp without a shirt.”

Jared looked at her and grinned. “Lt. Hudson, I do believe that is inappropriate talk.”

Freya looked back at him. “Well, then as my ranking officer, I guess you’re going to have to discipline me, Captain Walker.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Jared said to her.

“We’re ready to move,” Axanna said over radio.

“Roger that,’ Jared confirmed. “We’ll be in position.”

Just then, Eagle-1 soared overhead, toward the apartment. Jared watched it. “I’ve gotta talk to Axanna about getting one of those…”

“Or, you can come work for Brenda,” Freya said. “I’ll be your sugar mama.”

Jared chuckled and got up before walking to the large black case. “Let’s get this set up. We’ll talk about that later.”

*

“I’m kind of jealous of this thing…” The Specter said in the cargo hold on Eagle-1

“Get your own, kid,” Americana teased.

“You’re over Rieger’s skylight,” Jared said over radio. “Get ready.”

Americana stood in one specific spot in the cargo hold. The Specter looked around.

“How do we get out? Do we need to go back to the cockpit?”

Americana grabbed her arm and pulled her next to her.

“What are you -AAAAAAHHHH!” The Specter screamed as the floor dropped out from under them. The plummeted through the night sky, towards the skylight of the penthouse apartment and crashed through. The Specter collected herself and she and Americana landed in the living room.

Rieger sat at his dining room table, a bloody scar over his right eye, and he eyed the heroines angrily.

“The Green Cunt is back,” he said, glaring at Specter. “And she brought a friend this time.”

“I like what you’ve done with your face, Rudy,” Specter said to him.

Rieger touched the scar and growled. He grabbed the remote and the hidden room where the Koloss rested opened up. The Koloss emerged from the room, lumbering toward the heroines.

“Crap, he’s huge…” Americana said. “Okay...we got this.”

“I think that tube connected to his mask is his weakness,” The Specter said. Americana nodded and the two heroines charged. The Koloss ran to meet them and threw a punch. American jumped, leapfrogging of his big fist and hit him with a kick to the face. Specter went low, dropkicking him in both knees, and the Koloss fell from the double blow. The heroines stood tall and the Koloss growled and got up. He picked up the couch, swinging it around. Americana quickly ducked but Specter got hit and thrown across the room. She hit the wall, leaving Americana to fight the Koloss by herself.

“Specter!” Americana cried out. The distraction was all the Koloss needed. When Americana turned back around, the giant grabbed her by her face and slammed her into the ground.

“Shit…” Specter said, watching Americana get beaten. She got up, just to get punched in the face and put by down by Rieger.

“No, no, little girl. You’ve got me,” Rieger taunted. He laughed and kicked the heroine in her ribs before straddling her waist. With one hand, he began strangling the heroine and with the other, he slid it down her body and into the bottoms of her costume, penetrating her womanhood as he continued laughing. “Ah, nice and tight...this is all your kind is good for, whore.” He said. He then turned and looked at Americana and the Koloss. “Look, neither of you are any match for us.” He grabbed the Specter’s hair and forced her to look.

On the other side of the room, the Koloss had Americana pinned to the floor and his cock out. The young heroine struggled to get free of his immense bulk, but he covered her face with one massive hand and laughed cruelly as he stroked his cock and guided it between her shapely legs. She cried out as he plunged deep and began fucking her. He held her down by her shoulders, making it impossible for her to get free.

Americana cried out and grabbed the Koloss’ wrists, trying to pry his hands loose, but all she could do was moan in pleasure, her supple body bucking with his as he thrust his cock deep.

Specter tried to move to help her, only for Rieger to push her back down, and make her cry out as she continued fingering her. When she pushed back against him, he plunged deeper and the Specter writhed under his weight, helpless to do anything against him. Rieger leaned in and kissed the heroine, forcing his tongue down her throat and taking in every savory bit of her taste.

The Specter found herself equal parts disgusted and aroused, the weight of Rieger’s body on top of her, the feel of his fingers slowly, gently penetrating her as he played with her clit. She felt her pussy getting wet. Her nipples were rock hard in her costume, and she managed to steal a glance at Americana, still pinned down and being split in half by the giant’s cock.

The sight of Americana on the losing end of the Koloss’ assault only turned the Specter on more, and despite her hatred for Rieger, the sensations were starting to get the better of her.

Rieger continued using her body at his leisure, making her pussy and mouth his playthings. He let go of her neck and put his hand under the top of her costume to squeeze the warm flesh of her tits. He was two fingers deep inside of her, up to the knuckle, and his thumb gently toyed with her erect clit, every stroke bringing her closer to the edge. She moaned into his mouth, and with every passing second he could tell she was growing more accepting of him, more willing to take what he was doing to her. A few more minutes and the heroine wouldn’t just be accepting it, she would be begging for it.

Rieger laughed to himself mentally as he thought about all the things he was going to do not just to the heroine but Americana too. His backers were interested in one heroine, but if he delivered two of them, he could name his reward. He thought about the power that would afford him, about how it would elevate him among his backers, his grandfather’s former associates. Rieger thought that, among the things he would ask for, he would request to be able to keep one of the two heroines as his personal plaything. He would worry about which one later, the conquest had to come first.

Rieger was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the Specter cry out and felt her body shudder under him. Suddenly, his finger was coated in her juices and she twitched, the orgasm taking over her body. She then lay under him, listless and out of breath, and she looked up at him with a glazed over expression.

Rieger licked his lips and looked down at her. “Had enough? Very well.” He grabbed her mask. “Let’s see just who you are…”

“No…” she protested weakly as she felt her mask get pulled off.

“Oh...Oh, I don’t believe it!” Rieger said. “Axanna Morgan! Now it all makes sense!”

Across the room, Americana lay on the floor, covered in the Koloss’ cum. The giant stood over her, stroking his still dripping cock. “No…” she whimpered, reaching out to Axanna.

“This is all very poetic,” Rieger said with a laugh. “I shall make my plaything the wife of the man I had killed.”

That awakened something in Axanna, hearing Rieger mention her beloved husband. “You son of a bitch! Don’t you talk about him!” She gagged when Rieger stepped on her neck.

“Too late for heroics now, Ms. Morgan,” Rieger said. “You belong to me. Now, you will do as I say, or Delta City will learn that one of its favored daughters moonlights as a vigilante.” He then smiled. “Or...perhaps I will go to your home and take little...what is it, Summer? Yes, I will take little Summer and turn her over to some associates of mine who have, shall we say, very, very deviant tastes?” 

“You sick FUCK!” Axanna screamed at him in rage.

*

“This isn’t good,” Freya said, watching through the binoculars. “He got Axanna’s mask off. Americana is down. Are you set up?” 

Jared was next to her, finishing with positioning the thing he pulled from the case, a .50 caliber anti-materiel rifle. He lay down and looked through the scope, breathing deep and calming himself as he watched the heroines’ defeat unfold. “I’ve got Rieger. Give the word and his head pops like a melon.”

“No,” Freya said. “We want him alive. I want to know who’s backing him. We turn him over to the FBI’s super crimes office if he cooperates, and Sentinel if he doesn’t. Hit the big guy. Aim for the tank on his back.”

“Always the tactician, lieutenant,” Jared said, adjusting his aim.

“Fire when ready.”

*

“And you…” Rieger said, approaching Americana. “What to do with you? I’ve decided that Ms. Morgan will be my toy, but you...my dear...my backers will love receiving you as a gift. They have wanted one like you under their control for some time, and thanks to me they will finally have it.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Rieger?” Americana asked. She was at his feet, completely naked and covered in cum.

“We are about to enter a new era, and you will be a key part of it,” Rieger said. “Once you have been remade, you will…” he paused when he heard a distant boom. Before he could inquire about it, the Koloss’ body jerked as something impacted its tank.

The giant stumbled and fell to his knees, struggling to breath as a massive rupture in the tank on his back hissed.

“What?!” Rieger said. “How?!” He looked over at Axanna, who was only just getting to her feet. Rieger ran to help the Koloss only to hear a second boom. The second round hit the giant in the chest, knocked him off of his feet, and put him on the ground with a smoking hole in his chest.

“No!” Rieger screamed. “Get up! Get on your feet you worthless beast!” He berated, kicking the giant.

Americana and Axanna got up and approached him from each side as he pounded on the giant’s body, trying to revive him.

“Hey, Rudy,” Axanna said, kicking him.

Rieger looked up at both woman. “Oh shit…”

“What did you say you were going to do my kid?”

Rieger laughed nervously, stood, held his hands up and backed away. “Come now, Ms. Morgan, let us be reasonable.”

Axanna responded by punching him in the face. He staggered back and Americana hit him with an equally devastating blow to his ribs that sent him back to Axanna. For the next few minutes, the two tall, busty heroines treated Rudolf Rieger like he was the ball in a game of Pong. Punches, kicks, knees, and clubbing blows to his face, head, back, kidneys, and ribs sent him back and forth between the two. He felt like he was on the verge of blacking out from the punishment and their superhuman endurance allowed them to keep it up.

*

“God damn,” Jared said, watching through his scope. “I should shoot him and put him out of his misery.

Freya watched through her binoculars and smirked. “Let’s pack up. The girls will meet us when they’re ready.”

VI

A few days later, Brenda was with Axanna at her apartment. They sat on the couch, watching Summer play with toys in the living room and Brenda couldn’t help but smile when she saw Axanna smiling at her daughter.

“What are you going to do now?” Brenda asked.

Axanna looked at her. “The Specter is dead,” she said simply. “I only wanted Rieger and I got him.”

“He knows who you are, though.”

“Even so, if he tells the Feds or Sentinel, or whoever ends up winning the argument over custody, they’re more interested in his ties than I what I do.” She got up and sat down with her daughter, picking her up and putting her in her lap. “I think I’m going to try being a mom for a while.”

“Damn…” Brenda said. “And here I thought I was getting a sidekick.”

“Uh, excuse me?!” Axanna said. “You’re the sidekick, if anything.”

“Hey, I’ve been doing this longer than you!” Brenda answered back.

“Well I look better doing it,” Axanna teased. Brenda paused and Axanna laughed before looking up at her. “Look, in all seriousness...thanks for the help.”

Brenda smiled and nodded. “Of course. I don’t appreciate you bugging me, though. Freya chewed my ass out for not noticing.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I needed a way to find you in case things went left.”

Brenda grinned. “You can give me your grappling gun as an apology.”

“No.”

“Come on! You just said you’re quitting!”

“For now,” Axanna said. “Who knows what the world will be like when this one grows up?” she said, bouncing Summer on her knee. “Just because the Specter is gone for now doesn’t mean she’s gone for good.”

“Fine…” Brenda grumbled. “I’m going to head home...now where did Freya vanish to?”

*

In her search, Brenda learned from Michelle, Summer’s live-in nanny, that Freya had been seen heading toward the bathroom, but that was several minutes ago. When Brenda reached the bathroom, she heard grunts and heavy breathing.

“Freya? You okay in there?”

No answer, just more breathing and grunting.

“I’m coming in, all right?” Brenda said with genuine concern. She pushed the door open and inside found Jared completely naked and with his back to her. Freya was on the other side, pinned to the wall with her pale arms and legs around Jared’s muscular body. Her nails dug into the skin on his back and she squeezed her thighs around his waist. Both Freya and Jared were a sweaty mess, short of breath, with the glow of ecstasy about them.

“Ah, AH. FUCK!” Freya cried out as Jared took a few more powerful thrusts.

Jared then pulled Freya away from the wall, turned her around, and bent her over the sink. Freya’s perky tits hanged free and Jared smacked her on her toned ass before gripping the biggest cock Brenda had ever see on a normal human. Jared was about to insert in Freya’s spread ass when Freya turned in a stunned Brenda’s direction.

“Brenda! Oh shit!”

“Eheh...Ms. Wade...you’re done talking to Axanna already?” Jared asked with his cock still in hand.

Brenda simply backed out of the bathroom slowly and quietly and closed the door.

VII

The next day Freya walked into Professor Werder’s lab. The professor looked up from his computer and faced her.

“Ms. Freya...thank you for coming.”

“It sounded like an emergency, Johan. Is everything okay?”

“I want you to look at this data,” Professor Werder said. On his screen were two charts with diagrams of what looked like mutated human anatomy.

“I was able to look into the autopsy reports of that giant Ms. Brenda and Ms. Axanna fought and I found some disturbing data.”

“What?” Freya asked.

“Do these two images look similar to you?”

“They’re not the same autopsy results?”

“No,” Professor Werder said. “On the left is the giant, on the right is Razor. The giant had many of the same markings of genetic manipulation as Razor, but his mutated DNA was more stable than Razor’s.”

“Was this Pervo?” Freya asked.

“I don’t think so…” Professor Werder said. “I recognize Andrei’s work and beyond a certain point, I don’t see the hallmarks of it. Whoever created this monster improved Pervo’s formula from when Razor was subjected to it.”

“Shit…” Freya said. “...So, whoever they are, they might have more of these things...and they might be getting stronger…”

“We may be dealing with an especially resourceful enemy, Ms. Freya...”

***

Rieger sat in his holding cell in Delta City Prison, his face was covered in welts and bruises from the beating. He looked up when the cell door opened. A tall, busty blonde in a black overcoat entered.

“Lady Kessler…” Rieger said, getting up.

“Sit down, Rudolf…” she told him, and he did immediately. “We are not pleased with you having lost one of our Koloss,” she told him. “He was entrusted to you to help you bring more of these businesses into our fold and he was killed due to your foolishness.”

“Lady Kessler, I can explain. It was those damn heroines! Free me from this place and I will take care of them. They can further the project.”

“They can, yes, but we do not need you for that, Rudolf.”

“What do you need me for?”

Lady Kessler took a syringe from her pocket. “A failure like you? Nothing.”

“Wait! I can tell you who the one called Specter is!”

“I do not care about that, Rudolf. She was your problem and you failed to address it adequately.”

Before Rieger could do anything, Lady Kessler punched him in the throat, doubling him over. He gagged in pain and Lady Kessler injected him. Rieger foamed at the mouth, convulsed, and then stopped moving.

Lady Kessler turned away. “Goodbye, Rudolf.” She then walked out the cell and motioned. Two guards walked in and one of them carried tied together bed sheets that he fashioned into a noose while the other began picking up Rieger’s body. Lady Kessler walked away without looking back.

*

Moments later, she was in the back of a car driving away from the prison. She dialed a number on her phone.

“It’s done.”

“It had to be,” the gravelly voice with the thick German accent on the other end said. “We cannot tolerate weakness from any of our associates, Heidi.”

“No, sir.”

“That boy had such promise, too. Such a disappointment that the descendant of one of our esteemed founders turned out to be such a failure.”

“Yes, sir,” Lady Kessler said. “What now?”

“We begin the next phase. I do believe that, in time, these new Aphrodites will surpass what we are capable of creating with our own Koloss. I want one of them and I want it to be the one called Americana. Given what we’ve observed about her, I have a theory...”

“It will be done, Count Jäger,” Lady Kessler said.

“Victory to the Council!” the voice said.

“Victory to the Council!” Lady Kessler repeated.

The End