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Super Mom: Taken by Evil

Chapter 3

Bethanny’s eyes popped open. Heart hammering, she felt all hot and sweaty after that dream. No… Nightmare. She had been dreaming of last night: that dark, sordid seduction scene at the club with the handsome stranger.

What was I thinking? She thought. I allowed my emotions to take over, and I cheated on my husband! Barely even thought about it. I just did it.

She didn’t know what was worse; the fact she’d thrown caution to the wind and just fucked some random man in public, or that she’d enjoyed it so much. Hell, it was the best sex of her life, and it really wasn’t much more than some kissing, petting, and a quickie. Was it the forbidden fruit aspect? Or the extreme taboo nature of public sex, especially with her husband across the room? The thrill of taking such a terrible chance?

Why can’t I stop thinking about it? she wondered.

Kyle mumbled something in his sleep, and then rolled over onto his back. Bethanny watched him sleeping for a few minutes, love welling up until tears filled her eyes, at the same time shame and regret fought for their space in her heart.

What have I done?

She noticed the time. The alarm would go off in a few minutes, and Kyle would get up and go to work. It would give her time to think about what went wrong last night. Give her time to sort out her thoughts and feelings. But first…

Bethanny licked her lips as she scooted up close to Kyle. She slowly peeled back the covers to reveal his lean, very nude, body. As gently as she could, she wrapped a hand around his limp dick and gave it a squeeze. Then she started stroking.

Kyle rose to the occasion despite being sound asleep and snoring lightly. So Bethanny swept her long blonde hair to the side, making sure he’d get a good view of her face and his cock sliding in out of her mouth when he woke up.

“I’m sorry, Kyle,” she whispered, and then went down on him.

“Oh!” Kyle groaned, back immediately bowing.

His hands combed into her silky soft hair and started massaging her sensitive scalp. She put all she had into giving him intense head, followed by a moment or two of bobbing up and down his long, thick shaft.

“Mmmmgh,” she moaned, both out of pleasure and to send sweet vibrations into his cock. Kyle came quickly, as he usually did when she woke him up that way, filling her mouth up with creamy goodness. “Good morning, lover boy.”

“It is now,” he said, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, baby, thank you. Happy anniversary to me.”

He got up to shower, while Bethanny pulled on black yoga pants and a tank. It was summer, so Ariana didn’t have school, and little Joey was too young. Still, it was a family of morning people, so she started breakfast at once. As an anniversary gift, Ariana had promised to take care of her little brother all week long. So Bethanny had booked time at a day spa. Maybe a little shopping later, too.

She found Ariana already up and feeding Joey applesauce. There were fewer stains than usual.

“I’m taking Joey for his swimming lesson,” the perky teenager said.

“Of course. I forgot,” Bethanny said. “I’ll probably be gone before you get back home. Have fun.”

The next twenty minutes weren’t quite eventless, but once they were done she found herself alone in the house. Time to figure out what went wrong in her head last night, and ensure that scenario never occurred again.

Her cell phone sounded the ringtone for an incoming e-mail. Bethanny quickly pulled it up. She didn’t recognize the sender address. It was just a phone number. And then she opened the attached video, and felt her blood run cold.

Bethanny stared in horror at the dark club-room being replayed over her phone screen. Dark, but just clear enough to see her seduction unfolding. And she really didn’t put up any hint of a fight. Hell, if it were Kyle in that situation, she knew she would definitely think he’d jumped into that adulterous tryst of his own free will.

The video was less than five minutes. Five minutes of pure shame and humiliation. It left her weak in the knees, trembling, mind and emotions in chaos.

Then her phone rang. Bethanny didn’t recognize the number displayed. No name. Just the phone number and city the call was from underneath: Annarky.

“Annarky,” she muttered. “Anarchy. This city’s seeped straight into my life.” Then her eyes locked on the phone number. “Is that the same as the e-mail address?”

She almost let the call go to voice mail. Yet, she answered at the last second.

“Hello?” she asked hesitantly.

“Good morning, Bethanny, did you sleep well?” a familiar voice asked.

“Who is this? Did you just send me an e-mail?”

“You’ve forgotten me already? I am hurt,” he said. “I thought we made a connection last night. You. Me. Fucking like rabbits.”

Bethanny felt the blood rush out of her face, and feared she would swoon. HIM! How did he know her name, much less her phone number? She didn’t recall even exchanging names.

“W-What do you want?”

“Isn’t that obvious? I want you.”

She felt like the proverbial deer in headlights for a long minute. Every alarm in her head screamed danger, danger, danger, yet she couldn’t move or think straight.

“Bethanny, I need for you to go out into your backyard now,” he said.

“Why?”

“Special delivery. Do it.”

She didn’t like the sound of that, but the busty housewife headed out the back door, phone in hand. The buzzing sound registered first, and then she recognized the sound of a drone flying overhead. It came to a landing ten feet in front of her, an ugly gray thing about the size of a toy helicopter.

“Much better. I can see you now via the drone’s camera,” her caller said as the drone faced her with its sinister black lens. “Pick it up and take it inside.”

Camera? Take it inside? Bethanny felt her hopes sinking even lower, but obeyed his orders.

“Now what?”

“Take the drone to the master bedroom and place it on your dresser,” he said.

Bethanny wanted to end the call, and destroy the drone then and there. But that would end her marriage. She had no doubt the caller would send the incriminating video to her husband if she disobeyed. So she obeyed and took the drone to her bedroom.

“There. It’s on my dresser. Now what?”

“Move to the foot of the bed so I can get a better look at you.”

Obeying, she fidgeted as the camera moved to look around the room and then look her up and down a few times. She’d never felt so self-conscious in her life.

“You look amazing in those yoga pants. Now lose the tank top.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Show me you titties.”

“Oh God, you are so crude and rude,” she snapped, blue eyes flashing. Then she yanked off her top. “There. Happy?”

She heard an odd sound, and decided it was the camera zooming in on her tits. Of course the perv would want to get as up close and personal with her chest as possible. Then he had her cup her boobs, squeeze them, and then flick her nipples with her long nails until they became aroused and erect.

“Perfect. Now roll your nipples between your fingertips, bite you lip sexily, and end by mouthing ‘I love you’ at the camera.” Bethanny froze, staring in horror at the camera. “Do it. Now.”

So she did it. So humiliating.

“You’re recording this, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said, sounding way too happy. “Daddy wants another sex tape of his little girl Bethanny.”

“That is so sick.”

“I know! Now lose the yoga pants,” he said. “Show me your pussy, and give the camera all you’ve got.”

Rolling her eyes, she clamped down on her raging emotions, and just did it. Giving that camera a come-hither-and-ravish-me look, she slowly, sensuously pushed those skintight yoga pants down over her well-rounded hips, down her shapely thighs, and then down to her ankles. Bethanny sat on the end of the bed to pull them off her feet, which spread her legs super wide for the camera.

“Do you own any garter belts? Naughty schoolgirl uniform? Fuck me pumps?”

She did. Impulse buys, one and all. Bethanny wanted to lie and say NO. But she as a woman, and as a super heroine, she was all about truth, justice, and virtue.

Bethanny had to bring out all her garter belts for her tormentor to pick from, then she did the same with her sexy feminine footwear. He picked a black garter belt holding up dark silk hose, and her feet stuffed into black patent pumps with three sexy straps across the insteps.

The caller forced her to sit on the end of the bed, right stiletto-heeled foot propped up on the bed to force her legs wide so the camera could get a good view of her pussy. He then had her prop herself up on her left elbow, hand squeezing her left tit. And finally, she was ordered to rub her pussy while reaching between her legs from behind.

He told her to stare into the camera seductively, and then gave her what to say.

“Hi, guys, I’m Bethanny. I’m a horny housewife, because my husband can’t satisfy me,” she said, staring sultrily into the camera. Her fingers continued to stroke her glistening wet pussy. Her other hand rolled an erect nipple between two fingers. “I’m looking for a real man, the kind of man who can take care of me like only a real man can.”

“Perfect. Now rub one out for me, Bethanny.”

She wanted to refuse. She wanted to turn into Super Mom, find him, and beat the bloody snot out of him. But the second he uttered those most feared words, her body changed. She became super-aroused. Bethanny’s hips involuntarily thrust forward, and her fingers went straight to her super sensitive clit. Hell, she wanted to get this latest humiliation over with as fast as possible, and knew her body well enough to know exactly what the fastest route would be.

The busty blonde moaned and groaned, head lolling around as she went after her clit like a boss. She strummed it. She pinched it. She even flicked that sensitive little nub with her hard nails. Bethanny made her spectacular body sing! And in just a few minutes her insides erupted with amazing glory.

“Aaaaaggh! Oooooh, God,” she cried out.

“Perfect. Now put on your naughty schoolgirl outfit and go to the address I’m texting you,” the man said. “If you aren’t there within thirty minutes, I’ll be sending some very sexy videos out to everyone you know.”

Panting furiously, so hot and sweaty, all Bethanny had the mental capacity to do was nod and stagger into the closet. There wasn’t much to the schoolgirl outfit: red and black plaid and pleated miniskirt, white shirt that tied off under her boobs, and a little red tie that snapped round her neck. She further accessorized with big silver hoops and a matching bracelet. The caller demanded she keep wearing the garter belt and strappy stilettos.

She was commanded to put the drone inside her car. The blonde beauty obeyed and headed for the 6900 block of Hightower Street. Bethanny was halfway to her destination before it hit her.

“That’s the red-light district!” In fact, it was the very heart of the city’s largest and most notorious red light district. It was also in the middle of Southtown, the poorest ghetto in the city. “Oh, God, he’s going to turn me into just another crack whore.” In all likelihood, without the actual drug to numb her heart.

Bethanny reached Hightower Street with just minutes to spare. Her phone rang before she’d even finished parallel parking.

“You cut it close, Bethanny,” the man said.

“You can see me?”

“I can. And you looked damn sexy in that schoolgirl costume,” he said. “Now, get out there on the street. Once you earn one thousand dollars, call me back at this number. I’ll allow you to go home after that, once you put the money in the drone and I recall it.”

“Why are you doing this to me? What did I do to you?”

“In time all will be revealed,” he said. “But first, you have to be punished for what I suffered through. Now, go whore yourself. Remember, the more you fuck, the easier you can wheedle extra money out of your tricks, and the sooner you can go back to your home and dull little life.”

He ended the call. Her blood ran cold as she got out of the minivan and looked up and down that notoriously dangerous street. Nothing but poverty and misery to see. Homeless men staggered around, while others slept pressed up against the walls. Crack whores strolled, calling out offers to passersby in cars. Everyone, especially the men with nothing to do but stare at the hookers, looked desperate.

None of them seemed like they could scrape so much as ten dollars together in a week. “How the hell am I supposed to earn a thousand dollars here?”

It was barely nine o’clock in the morning. Kyle would get off work in eight hours, be home half an hour later. She had no idea when Ariana and Joey would get home. Thankfully, she’d had the presence of mind to bring her yoga pants and tank for the return home.

“Nothing to do but do it,” she muttered, bile threatening to force its way up her throat. “Lord help me be strong.”

As Super Mom, she’d tried countless times to help those poor “working girls” escape the misery of their addictions and street lives. So she knew too well how the business worked. On Hightower, girls charged ten dollars for an alley blowjob and twenty for a quickie in the alley or the john’s car. So she applied another coat of lip gloss, and went to work.

Strutting up the street, Bethanny didn’t get far before a big-ass gangbanger stepped forward and blocked her passage. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t have super strength in her Bethanny guise; though she was still a metahuman and practically invulnerable to knives and bullets, she could be beaten down by a man who tried hard enough. Morphing into Super Mom would make her ten times stronger and powerful.

“Heeey, do you want a date with me?” Bethanny asked, striking a sassy pose even as her heart thundered in her ears. Would he attack her? Or hire her? She wasn’t sure which frightened her more. “I’m Beth.”

He stood six-five, three hundred pounds of muscle and attitude. All he wore were torn jeans and a dirty wife-beater. All his exposed skin was covered in gang tattoos and scars.

“I’m K-rod,” he said, still staring menacingly at her. Then his eyes dropped to take in her outfit. “So you’re supposed to be a sexy schoolgirl or something?”

“Yes. You like?”

He finally smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I like it a lot. How much?”

He scared her so much, Bethanny almost asked for fifty.

“T-Twenty dollars for a suck and fuck,” she blurted out. She meant to say, For a date.

K-rod nodded once and grabbed her by the upper arm. He rushed the blonde beauty into the closest alley. There, Bethanny asked for and received her twenty dollars, and then it all went south. He forced her to kneel, pulled out his cock, and shoved it halfway down her throat right off.

“Ack! Uggh,” she grunted around that long, thick black cock.

He palmed the back of her head, and forced her to bob up and down his length until he exploded in her mouth. Realizing she’d just performed an illegal, and very immoral, act of prostitution, Bethanny swooned. Not that that stopped K-rod.

Bethanny was yanked to her feet, where he pulled her shirt open to expose her large, firm tits. K-rod kissed, licked, and sucked on her tits a few minutes, before he picked her up and slammed the shapely blonde against the brick wall.

“Ugggh!” she cried when he thrust up into her hot, fluttery body.

Bethanny’s body sang! She bucked and writhed, head rocking back and forth, as K-rod reamed her tight little pussy out like there was no tomorrow. Soon tiny animal sounds began bubbling out of her lips, and her stiletto-heeled feet kicked in the air.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me!” she screamed. “Fuck me! Aaaggggh!”

K-rod forced her to come five times before he unleashed his load deep in her vagina. Then he dumped her on the ground at his feet and smirked down at her.

“Thanks, ho,” he said. “Now take care of my boys.”

Bethanny looked past him to find a line of twelve young men. All dressed exactly like K-rod. The first one in line handed her a twenty, and unzipped immediately after. She looked at his semi-flaccid cock, then at the long line. All will-power and hope died, so she rose up on her knees, took his cock in hand, and wrapped her lips around it and started sucking.