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Super Mom: Taken by Evil

Chapter 6

After a whole day and night free of her tormentors, Bethanny felt pretty good. Metahumans recovered super fast physically, mentally, and emotionally. Having a full day to do normal “mom” things helped immensely. And then that night, she took very good care of her husband. So the phone call early the next morning brought her domestic bliss to an extra rude and abrupt end.

“Hello, Overmind,” she answered. “What now? You haven’t dominated and humiliated me enough?”

“I truly have not, Super Mom,” he replied.

Bethanny froze. That last day and night of sadomasochistic sex and debauchery was still a little blurry in her head. She didn’t recall either Overmind or Killer Queen coming out and saying Bethanny was Super Mom, but from their actions and what they said, she assumed they knew her secret, which was the reason they’d managed to blackmail her Bethanny persona into that basest form of prostitution.

Overmind just confirmed her worst fear. They knew everything. So not only was she in mortal danger, but so were her husband and step-children.

“You sent me to prison for years,” Overmind continued, his voice low and angry. “Not a day went by that I didn’t think about what you did to me, and how I wanted to avenge myself on your disgustingly too perfect, too virtuous super heroine persona.”

“So whoring me off, becoming my pimp, didn’t do it for you?” she asked. “I had to sell my sacred body to gang members, pushers, and muggers for your pleasure. All that didn’t satisfy your need for vengeance?”

“Well, it didn’t hurt,” he said, sounding amused.

“That was mostly for me, sweetie,” Killer Queen chimed in. “You will never know how thrilling it was to force you to whore yourself out to the poorest men in the city. I can’t stop grinning when I think about how you, Miss Goodie-two-shoes, Holier-than-thou, was on your knees on the sidewalk, before God and Humanity, sucking old homeless guys’ dicks for ten dollars like a common crack whore. I forced you to do the sickest, dirtiest deeds dirt cheap.”

Bethanny squeezed her burning eyes shut, a tiny groan of disgust and self-loathing escaping her lips as a dozen old, dirty, stinky homeless men came to mind. One and all had bought a BJ from her, and most of them got that blowjob out in the open. Her mouth watered at the memories, even as the revolting smells and tastes returned. Her heart rate ramped up, throat tightening, and pussy throbbing. Bethanny leaned back against the kitchen counter and rubbed her thighs together as pre-cum oozed out and got her sopping wet.

Her phone binged with an alert of a new e-mail. Bethanny quickly checked it.

“Crazy Horse Motel, room 10,” she read. “Are you asking me to come back to the motel?”

“No,” Overmind said. “I am commanding you to go to that motel, and that room.”

“So you and Killer Queen can fuck and abuse me some more?”

“No, so other men you beat-up and sent to prison can get their shot.”

Her breath caught again. Bethanny closed her eyes as her blood ran cold.

“Who?” she asked, barely audible through her mounting dread.

“You’ll find out, sweetie,” Killer Queen sneered. “Now change into the Mighty MILF, and go put out like a good little super slave.”

Bethanny had no choice. Not yet. Not until they made a mistake, and they absolutely would. The bad guys always, always, got all full of themselves when they captured a super heroine. She could already hear the arrogance, the nearsighted superiority in their voices. She silently prayed they slipped up sooner rather than later.

“I hear and obey,” she said, heading for the back door. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“Wait,” Killer Queen said. “How are you dressed?”

“I’ll be Super Mom in full costume,” she said. “Isn’t that what you want?”

“But you are dressed like a whore as Bethanny right now, right?”

“No. I’m wearing a bathrobe,” she said. “Nothing else.”

“Not going to work for me. Whore yourself up first before you transform into Super Mom, and then meet us at the Crazy Horse Motel.”

She stood there for a second, wondering why it was so important for her Bethanny persona to be specially dolled up. No good reason, that’s for sure.

“I hear and obey,” she muttered, turning toward the master bedroom.

Today, Bethanny chose to go PINK. She put on a neon pink halter dress that was skin-tight, no back, barely contained her tits; the hemline barely covered her ass. Then she accessorized with hot pink thigh boots, giant silver hoop earrings with matching bangles, and made herself up bright and slutty. After readying her purse, with everything she’d need for a long day and night of crack-whoring in Southtown, the compromised housewife stepped out into the backyard.

“For Justice!”

Super Mom shot out of that flash of transforming light like a bullet. She flew straight as an arrow to the Crazy Horse Motel. That was the super heroine way; they didn’t run from trouble, but flew straight at it with confidence. Well, as much confidence as they could muster. She spotted Overmind and Killer Queen waiting outside the motel room.

Ten big, vicious looking men stood in line behind them. Super Mom’s eyes quickly scanned the whole bunch, recognizing each and every one as a felon she’d hunted down, defeated in battle, and sent to jail. Many of them, she had apprehended multiple times.

A cold lump formed in her throat, and quickly sank into her belly.

“Good morning, Super Mom,” Killer Queen said.

“There’s nothing good about me being forced to submit to your will,” Super Mom said as she came to a clattering landing before them. She stood tall and proud: Chin high, chest out, hands on well-rounded hips. “I’m ready. Let’s get this over with, please.”

Killer Queen pressed up close, an obnoxious grin on her beautiful face. Super Mom immediately noticed the villainess had become slightly taller than her since the last time they met. Glancing down, she noticed Killer Queen wore new platform boots with seven-inch stilettos. It gave her an extra two inches to top Super Mom’s five-foot-ten inches, plus five-inch stilettos.

“Shhh, Super Slut,” Killer Queen purred, combing a black-gloved hand up into the heroine’s glossy black hair. She pressed against the heroine, her large, firm tits squashed against Super Mom’s slightly larger pair. Their bellies pressed together as well, and she felt their bare thighs rubbing against each other. “Who do you obey?”

“I obey you,” she whispered, throat tight.

Killer Queen’s glossy red lips slowly parted, so shiny and kissable. Super Mom struggled to breathe normally, violet eyes locked on those sexy lips. Her need to kiss, and be kissed, squeezed her throat as her heart rate ramped up.

Super Mom’s head tilted first, and she offered her full red lips to her mistress and tormentor. A hint of a smile of satisfaction spread across Killer Queen’s face as she accepted the helpless heroine’s offer, and sank deep into a long, passionate kiss.

“Kneel, and lick boot,” Killer Queen commanded as soon as their lips parted.

Super Mom glanced past the super villainess. The ten hardened criminals watched with a little surprise, and a lot of dark eagerness. She saw smiles spread across most of their faces the second her knees began to bend. Then she turned her attention back to Killer Queen, and those shiny black thigh boots.

On all fours, Super Mom lowered her lips to the toe of her mistress’s right boot, kissed it lovingly, and then started licking. Killer Queen liked to see long, firm licks, so Super Mom obeyed and gave her exactly what she wanted: a sexy girl-on-girl submission show. And then Overmind stepped up beside them.

“Suck your master off, Super Slut,” Killer Queen commanded. “Make it pretty for the boys.”

Overmind positioned himself so that they presented a perfect side-view for their audience. Super Mom rose up on her knees, unzipped Overmind, and pulled out his huge cock. Rubbing her lips together, she glanced nervously at the watching criminals. She had their full, undivided attention. So she reluctantly turned back to the cock in hand, and teased the piss hole with the tip of her tongue.

A single grunt came from her audience. So she swirled her hot, wet tongue around Overmind’s cock head, before wrapping her glossy red lips around it. She gave him super intense head for a long moment, before finally going down on him.

Super Mom heard a collective whoosh of expended air escape the audience’s lungs as Overmind’s long, thick cock shaft slid deeper and deeper into her mouth. She began bobbing up and down that shaft, and then Killer Queen dropped to one knee behind her. With a start, she felt the villainess’ hand slide over her sweetly rounded butt, go in between her thighs, and then long, talented fingers slipped under the heroine’s costume to stroke an aching, throbbing pussy.

“Look here, boys. Super Mom’s pussy is soaking wet,” Killer Queen said, rising to her booted feet to go over and show each and every one of them her glistening fingertips. “Sopping, fucking, wet pussy, ready to fuck you all into la la land at my command.”

They moaned and groaned eagerly, but Super Mom tried to ignore them and concentrate on pleasing her master. The last thing she wanted to do was dwell on what was about to happen inside that motel room with those ten big, angry men. Ten enemies with good reasons to want a piece of her ass as brutally as possible.

She felt Overmind’s body change, and recognized what was happening. Super Mom intensified her sucking, bobbing faster, and was quickly rewarded by a mouthful of hot, viscous cum.

“Don’t swallow yet,” Overmind commanded. “Let me see it in your mouth.”

Super Mom sat back on her legs, looked up, and opened her mouth to reveal it full of his rich white seed. He had her turn to the other men and show them, too.

“Now swallow.”

Super Mom watched the ten men as she closed her mouth and swallowed. Then she opened her mouth wide to show them it was all gone, and their eyes widened. Smiles then spread across ten harsh faces.

Overmind pulled a stainless steel collar out and held it up. “This is one of the collars the state’s penal system uses to depower metahumans in prison.” He snapped it around Super Mom’s throat. “She is completely depowered now. Super Mom is just a normal woman, one that can be hurt.”

“Her body is still virtually invulnerable, so don’t think you can get your vengeance by a quick snap of the neck,” Killer Queen chimed in. “And if you even try to kill her, we will kill you. She belongs to us, and we want to keep this sweet piece of cock candy for a long, long time.”

Overmind yanked Super Mom to her feet by her long hair. She teetered atop sky-high stilettos, biting her lip, and staring at the ten men with big eyes. Her insides were a hot, fluttery mess. The busty heroine’s pussy throbbed like crazy, so achy with need. So hot and wet that she rubbed her thighs together uncontrollably.

He shoved her into the ten men, who immediately grabbed the sexy super heroine. Hands were all over her, pawing, squeezing, pinching. Her top was pulled down in seconds, and someone even managed to wiggle a finger up her butt.

The biggest of the men, a six-foot-seven pimp called T-Bone Carter, claimed her lips in a fierce kiss. Super Mom felt what little strength she had remaining melt away. Then the big black man kissed his way down to her exposed tits, and motorboated her until Killer Queen ordered them inside.

T-Bone seized a fistful of silky black hair, and forced Super Mom inside, bent over and making tiny sounds of feminine distress. She had glimpses of several expensive video cameras, the kind news teams used in the field, all on tripods. There was a laptop, monitors, and a closed trunk as well.

The pimp threw her atop the queen-sized bed, ripped the nether closure out of her costume, and dropped his pants. Super Mom stared up at him through tousled black hair, violet eyes huge, before those eyes dropped to his monster erection.

“Oh my God!”

T-Bone crawled up on the bed above her. “Stroke it, Super Mom.”

Super Mom looked all around. The cameras surrounding the bed all had red lights, so were already recording. The other nine men were lining up behind T-Bone for their turn between her legs.

They’re going to run a train on me. So humiliating. I can’t believe it has come to this.

Her trembling, white-gloved hand encircled the massive black cock. She stroked him the rest of the way to rock hardness, and then obediently guided the big pimp straight into her needy wet pussy. T-Bone thrust half his length into her right off.

“Ugggggh!” she cried, back bowing and legs wrapping around the pimp. That massive cock stretched her hole out to the max, and energized her libido anew. “Oh God. Oh God.”

Overmind moved up to her right, with Killer Queen taking a position to her left. Super Mom gasped and grunted with every deep thrust, head rocking back and forth, and oblivious to all else in the world. Every thrust sent the most wonderful waves of joy and bliss through her statuesque body. Within moments she started bucking, thrusting her hips up to meet T-bone’s, grinding into her brutal lover.

“Look at her go. After almost three weeks of prostitution, Super MILF has become an insatiable whore,” Killer Queen sneered. She leaned over the helpless heroine, who stared up at the pimp ravishing her so well with incredulous violet eyes. “Who do you love, Super Mom? Who. Do. You. Love?”

Those words, that question, hit the once proud and iron-willed super heroine hard. Hit her square in the heart. It proved too much for her libido, and she felt her mind and body changing.

“I-I-I love… I love…” she gasped out, and then felt that surge to climax. “I love T-Bone! Aaaaggghhhh!”

Perfect pleasure erupted deep within, consuming her body and soul. T-Bone started thrusting into her harder, faster, and forced another climax out of her before he cried out and pumped her full of his seed.

After T-Bone rolled off, the next man quickly yanked her off the bed. Super Mom was bent over, before he thrust into her from behind. The vanquished masked vigilante cried out. And then another man moved in front of her, seized her head in one hand, and guided his cock into her mouth with the other. Her eyes widened when he slowly forced his cock to the back of her throat, and then down her throat until her lips encircled the base of his cock.

“It’s going to be a very, very long day for you, Super Mom,” Killer Queen sneered into her ear.