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Super Mom: Taken by Evil

Chapter 5

“My life has gone from the sweetest dream, to a living nightmare,” Bethanny whispered, taking another sip of her treasured morning coffee. She stood in her kitchen wearing the pale blue Frozen pajama bottoms she’d gotten last Christmas, and a white t-shirt. It felt good to be covered up, even if just for that first hour or two each morning. “Eighteen. I can’t believe this is happening to me. To ME. Of all people.”

She was about to start her eighteenth day as a street whore down in Southtown. Over two and a half weeks of selling her mouth for ten dollars, and her body for twenty a shot. That vile MAN forced her to prostitute herself from nine in the morning until three in the morning. Eighteen hours a day. Worse, she was the most popular girl on the street. She was averaging over ten men an hour. The previous day, she’d serviced a record-breaking two hundred and one men, and was paid a little “extra” to make out with another hooker for ten minutes. The Man was happy, since she earned more than four grand.

Even for a metahuman, sucking and fucking over two hundred men in a day and night was brutal. And then, with travel time, she got less than four hours of sleep before she had to get up and start over. Hell, she wasn’t even given Sundays off.

Thank the lord Kyle knows I’m Super Mom, she thought. So he believes me when I say all this time away is for a case I’m working on, but it can’t last forever.

Something had to give.

Her phone rang. It startled her. The Man now usually called after she arrived at work on Hightower Street. The displayed number was definitely his, so she answered.

“Hello. I’m about to leave, don’t worry,” she said, after glancing at the clock by the fridge and realizing she was running a little late.

“Change of plans, Bethanny,” he said. “I grow weary of this, and want to move on. Let’s meet this morning. After I finish with you later today, you won’t have to go back to work on Hightower. Deal?”

“That’s an offer I can’t refuse,” she said. “When and where do you want to meet?”

“Crazy Horse Motel by the Stockyards.”

That made her frown. She knew the place. It used to be an out-and-out hooker motel, before her heroine persona chased off the pimps, whores, and drug pushers two years back. It was still a cheap, sleazy motel, but serviced a different customer base now. Basically, it was a hookup spot for adulterous couples having affairs or one-night stands.

“It’ll take me over an hour to get there,” she said. “But I’m coming.”

He ordered her to wear the same little black dress, hose, and heels as their first hookup in the dance club. She agreed, and hurried into the bedroom to change for her date with destiny.

“It’ll be over for him today, but not for me,” she muttered, eyes narrowing. “I have no doubt I’ll be met by white slavers of some sort. I bet he sold me, and thinks he’ll never see me again.” She smiled grimly. “He has another thing coming at him: Super Mom.”

Bethanny only wore the little black dress just in case. Basically, she hoped that arriving as expected would keep him from bolting before she got her hands on him.

She quickly dressed and left in her minivan. Since she’d already convinced everyone in the family that Super Mom’s help was vital to the “secret sting operation,” Ariana had agreed to take care of her little brother every day. So Bethanny knew everyone in the family was taken care of during her absence.

“Tomorrow, it’ll all be back to normal.”

Bethanny stopped two blocks short of the Crazy Horse Motel. She transformed into Super Mom and flew a big loop around to come at the infamous motel from the other direction. First, she identified The Man’s location, standing outside an open motel room. She peeked in the back window to ensure no one waited inside to ambush her. Indeed, she couldn’t find any evidence of white slavers, or other criminals, at all. The Man seemed to be alone.

“What game is he playing?” she asked herself while hovering high above. “I don’t dare confront him in my powerless Bethanny persona. It’s time to throw caution to the wind and just put an end to this long, dark chapter of my life and career.”

Super Mom suddenly swooped down to come to a stiletto-clattering stop before the Man. Once again, she had the impression that she should recognize him, but that would mean he knew her secret as well. No time like the present to find out the truth.

“Super Mom!” he cried, appearing shocked. “What are you doing here?”

Was he acting? Did he seriously not know her secret? Super Mom hesitated, struggling with her need for vengeance, and her moral and legal duty as a super heroine. Best to play along.

“I understand you are a pimp,” she sneered. Her violet eyes held his a long moment. “You know I loathe pimps. One and all of you are sex traffickers. Modern day slave traders.”

“Me? No,” he said, shaking his head adamantly. “I’m just here to meet a woman. My lover. This is supposed to be our last time together, before…”

“Can it,” Super Mom snapped, eyes flashing. She took a step closer, holding his gaze. Everything else blurred out. She was that determined to get the truth out of him, as well as his name. “Who are you? Why do you seem so familiar to me? Have we met before?”

He took a step forward, so that their faces were just inches apart. Neither would avert their eyes. She felt the challenge. His total lack of fear towards her was a little surprising, though few criminals would ever admit to being scared of any heroine. Their weak, misogynistic minds just couldn’t wrap around the idea of a mere woman being stronger and tougher, being a threat.

“Tell me the truth, mister, and tell me everything, or else…”

That’s all Super Mom had time to say. Another person slammed into her back, wrapping long, strong legs around her. Even as she felt large, firm tits pressed against her back, a cold wet cloth was slapped over her mouth and nose. The surprised heroine gasped, unintentionally sucking in a big breath of the oh-so-familiar sleep-inducing drug.

Chloroform! she thought in panic. No!

That first whiff did a number on the statuesque super heroine’s mind. And then a psychic blast ripped through her head.

Another metahuman! Super Mom thought.

The world tilted, and she staggered. The weight of the other woman disrupted her sense of balance. Then the Man stepped up and slammed a fist into her solar plexus. Her lungs emptied instantly, and she involuntarily sucked in a deep breath to refill them. And she instantly knew that was a fatal mistake.

Then the Man pulled a shiny metal collar out and snapped it around her neck.

“Oooooh,” Super Mom groaned into the chloroform cloth.

The collar proved enchanted. She felt the magic spiral into her body, and suck the remaining strength out of her limbs. Super Mom felt the collar completely depower her, making her as weak as a newborn kitten as she fell to all fours before the Man.

The chloroform cloth was pulled away when the other woman finally released her, and the hapless heroine’s arms were twisted back and cuffed together. She swayed on her knees a moment, trying to gather her wits and pull her wrists free. All to no avail. It would take time to clear the chloroform, and time was the one thing they wouldn’t let her have.

“Hello, Super MILF,” the woman said straight into her ear, and then kissed that ear. “I’ve waited many long years to exact my vengeance. Shall we get you undressed and start?”

The woman moved around to stand next to the Man. She was tall, blonde, and gorgeous, her body screamed metahuman if not outright super heroine. Indeed, the Man had a metahuman physique, too. But the woman dressed like a heroine, or, more technically, a super villainess: black mask, opera gloves, and thigh boots. Her tight top was candy-apple red, and barely contained her spectacular tits. Her sex was barely covered by a tiny black G-string. She had a very nice full-body tan, and her blonde hair was cut in a short bob on her left side, while the right side of her head was shaven.

“Wh-Who are you?” Super Mom slurred out, struggling to focus on the couple.

“You can call me Killer Queen,” the woman said. “And this is my partner in crime, someone you have history with: Overmind.”

“No! Overmind reformed in prison,” she said. “I heard… I heard he went legit.”

Killer Queen lifted Super Mom’s chin to admire her full, glossy red lips with hungry eyes. The sexy super heroine blinked up at her, trying to focus. So hard. So hard.

“Define legit.”

Killer Queen and Overmind each seized one of Super Mom’s arms, hauled her up, and rushed her into a nearby utility van. A sybian horse sat smack in the middle of the cargo area, and the captured heroine was forced to sit on it. Her legs were strapped down to the floor at the ankles and knees. A rope was wrapped several times around her waist, and then tied to rings in the floor to keep her from rising up off the sybian. And then Killer Queen turned it on.

Bzzzzzzz!

“Oooooooh!” Super Mom cried, back bowing and head rolling way back. That sybian was just an industrial-sized vibrator. Her body quivered like crazy, the most wonderful sensations rippling through her nonstop. “Stop it. Please. I can’t take it. I can’t handle this.”

Overmind started the van, and peeled out of the motel parking lot. Super Mom tried to get herself properly oriented, to keep track of directions and times so she’d have some idea of where they took her. But that sybian was messing up her head as much as her body.

“Aw, sweetie, you’re Annarky’s greatest, most celebrated super heroine,” Killer Queen purred, stroking her now flush cheek. She kissed Super Mom again. “And honestly, I think you can handle anything. I mean, what a raging whore you are!”

Super Mom felt her libido go into overdrive. Right out of the blue. In a flash she was right at the brink, and then she locked eyes with Killer Queen.

“You’re an Empath Power,” Super Mom gasped out. “Y-You… You are making me…” Her insides exploded with orgasmic pleasure. “Aaaaagggh!” And again. “Aaaaagggh!”

“You are so smart, Super Slut,” Killer Queen purred, and claimed her lips in a long, passionate kiss. “So beautiful, and so damned helpless. We’re going to have a grand time with you.”

Killer Queen finally released her lips, only to kiss her way down Super Mom’s sensitive white neck. Reaching behind the helpless, depowered heroine, the busty villainess unzipped her captive’s costume and pulled it down to expose that perfect pair. Big, juicy tits jostled and swayed before her delighted eyes.

Super Mom moaned and groaned, head lolling around, as her gorgeous captor sated her dark lusts. Killer Queen motorboated her tits, then kneaded them, before pinching, pulling, and twisting the heroine’s sensitive nipples every which way. And finally, with a look of wicked glee, Killer Queen pierced Super Mom’s nipples, hanging tiny silver bells off them.

“How did you do that?” Super Mom cried, a look of terror and shock on her lovely masked face. “My body is almost invulnerable. My skin can’t be pierced by a simple needle.”

“Almost is the key word there,” Killer Queen said. She wagged her brows, then tapped the collar around the heroine’s neck. “This collar does more than just separate you from your super powers and abilities. It makes you very vulnerable. Humanly vulnerable.”

The van drove into a bay door at that time, and darkness enveloped them. Then the overhead lights snapped on, just before Overmind came to a stop.

“We’re here,” Killer Queen said, looking way too excited for comfort’s sake.

“Here?”

“Yes. This is our secret Dungeon of Pain and Delight,” Overmind said.

“Dungeon?”

“Yep. BDSM, baby,” Killer Queen purred, and then went back to kissing her. She started fondling Super Mom’s big boobs again, too. “Have you ever been spanked, Super Mom? Has anyone ever tied you up, hung you by your wrists, and then whipped you until you peed all over yourself?”

“NO!”

“Well then, aren’t you in for a few new delights,” Killer Queen said. “Welcome to our dungeon.”

“It’s a dungeon designed by metahumans, for metahumans,” Overmind said. “So we can hold, break, and remold troublesome super heroines like you.”

“Now, we’ve listened to you quite enough,” Killer Queen said. “Hush, and open wide.”

The statuesque villainess held up a ring-gag. Super Mom snapped her mouth shut, and clamped her teeth tight. It took both Overmind and Killer Queen, and another dose of chloroform, to open her mouth and get that hated, uncomfortable ring-gag into her mouth and strapped in place.

Naturally, the two evil metahumans had no problem wrestling the depowered super heroine out of the sybian and van, and into an elevator. It went down, of course. The best dungeons were always underground.

The elevator opened into a two thousand square foot suite of rooms. There were two small bedrooms, a large bathroom, a kitchenette and dining area. But most of the square footage was occupied by bondage playstations. Hell, Super Mom spotted two small stages with stripper poles as well.

They dragged the struggling super heroine to the closest playstation. It was a wicked-looking piece of furniture, mostly red steel.

“We’re going to start you off on this spanking station,” Killer Queen said matter-of-factly.

The helpless heroine was forced belly-down on the bondage device. A wide leather strap went right over her midsection to keep her body in place, then the two villains each wrestled a leg down and strapped them down to runners special-designed to hold them tight. Finally, Super Mom’s wrists were freed, only to be locked in cuffs on the front of the device.

While she struggled mightily to break free, the two villains walked over to a wall of paddles, crops, and whips. After making a show of inspecting or stroking almost every one of those instruments, each selected a paddle and returned to their sexy captive. Killer Queen moved to Super Mom’s right side, while Overmind went over to the left side.

“Let’s see who can make that sweet, meaty ass the reddest,” Killer Queen said, and swung.

Thwack!

“Aaaiiiieee!”

Overmind and Killer Queen tore into Super Mom’s quivering buttocks without mercy. Their paddle strikes sounded like rifle shots. Over and over and over again. It was ceaseless. A few minutes in, Super Mom began to fear they would actually kill her. And then her bladder released.

“Oh man,” Killer Queen said, shaking her head at the golden puddle on the floor. “I really thought you’d hold out until we used the bullwhip on you.”

They promptly dropped the paddles, and Overmind moved up behind Super Mom. His fingers stroked her butt crack from anus to clit, over and over. Then he started rubbing circles around her now sloppy-wet and slick pussy, while probing her butt hole with the middle finger of the other hand.

“God, I love that big-eyed incredulous look on her face,” Killer Queen said.

Super Mom ignored her. She focused on Overmind, and what he was doing. Her body was reacting much too quick and easy. Killer Queen had to be using her Psychic Power on her again, firing up her libido, arousing her to the brink. So wrong, but there wasn’t any way to defend herself.

“Mmmmgh,” she moaned when Overmind buried his face in her butt crack, kissed and licked her pussy, and then motorboated her butt. He kissed, nibbled, and licked her clit, pussy, and butt cheeks while Killer Queen crossed the room and donned a scary big strap-on dildo.

“Ugggh!” Super Mom cried out through the ring-gag when Overmind surprised her and thrust his ginormous cock into her tight pussy. He didn’t give her a fraction of a chance to adjust to his invasion before he started pounding in hard and fast. His hips slapped loudly into her still-stinging butt cheeks. “Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.”

Super Mom’s back arched dramatically, head thrown back as well. Every thrust sent the most incredible sensations rippling anew through her overheated, shapely body. Then he grabbed a fistful of long, silky black hair and yanked hard as he continued to ream her out like a boss on steroids.

Meanwhile, Killer Queen locked a sultry look on Super Mom, and slowly walked toward her with that monster-sized bright pink strap-on dildo bobbing in front of her. Super Mom stared at her sexy, stiletto-heeled approach, while Overmind trashed her pussy big time. She felt her mind melting, melting, going blank and serene.

“There’s barely any intelligence left in her sexy violet eyes, baby,” Killer Queen purred. “Keep up the good work. Oops, I mean bad work.”

The wicked villainess pressed the tip of that long, pink dildo to the vanquished masked vigilante’s mouth. The ring-gag was just big enough for it to fit through, and so she slowly thrust it all the way to the back of Super Mom’s tongue.

“Ack! Gck!”

“Got a little gag reflex still?” Killer Queen teased. “Don’t worry. You won’t have that problem by the time we’re through with you.”

Killer Queen forced her strap-on all the way down Super Mom’s throat, loving the wide-eyed look of astonishment on her foe’s face. Then Overmind started thrusting faster, becoming frantic, before unleashing his load deep inside the helpless heroine.

“Ah, vengeance feels so damned good,” he gasped out. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for six long years, Super Mom. And it’s not over. It’s going to be a long, hard day and night for you.”

She felt his still rock hard cock slide out of her pussy, leave a wet trail up to her anus, and then… He thrust into her tight ass.

“Aaaiiiieeee!”

~**~**~

“Oooh. Ooh, where am I?” Super Mom crocked out. As she squinted into the early morning sunrise, a wisp of a thought occurred to her. “They let me go?”

Super Mom sat up. She sat there naked, skin and hair sticky with drying cum. Even that vile collar was gone. But she had no idea where she was, only that she was still in her Super Mom guise. Her Bethanny persona would still be clean and dressed, but without super powers.

“I have to find my car and get home.”

Staggering to her bare feet, the statuesque beauty prepared to take flight, but then heard her phone ring. She looked around the trash-strewn lot until she found her phone. The number displayed was the Man’s number.

The Man is my old nemesis, Overmind, she thought. So she answered, “Overmind, you sick bastard! How dare you do all those unspeakable things to me!”

“You’re welcome, Super Slutty MILF,” he said with too much delight. “I had a good time, too. We’re tired, so you get the day off. Enjoy, and thanks again for the unspeakably good time last night. Oh, and thanks for the trophy costume, too.”

Super Mom stared at the phone a long moment after he ended the call. Day off? That confirmed her worst fear that there was so much more to come.