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Super Mom: Taken by Evil

Chapter 8

 The next morning came early. Kyle woke Bethanny up at six in the morning. That gave her barely two hours sleep after an especially long and hard workday – and night! – whoring.

 She hated doing it, but Bethanny went ahead and lied her ass off about the helicopter trysts.

 “Me and some of the other heroines are after Climax smugglers. I got caught in one of their Climax booby traps,” she lied, instinctively cutting her eyes away. “I got lucky and escaped before they could lay hands on me; otherwise, I’d be halfway to some Third World country as a sex slave by now.”

 “But why did you attack those poor reporters?” Kyle asked, frowning.

 “I had to focus on someone other than the smugglers, or my Climax-addled mind would turn me around back to them,” she said. “I needed something close, right there, right then, to focus my needs upon.”

 “You know where I work. I would’ve taken care of you.”

 “I know, but that was too far away,” she said. “I wouldn’t have gone after the first person I saw, so would’ve never made it to you. There were some very bad areas between you and me at the time.”

 “Okay, fine,” Kyle said. He sighed gustily. “I knew you were Super Mom before I married you. I knew setbacks were going to happen. I knew what I was getting into.” They held each other a long time. “What did you do after the helicopters? Was the three of them enough to sate your drug-induced ardor?”

 She hugged him tighter, rolling her eyes. Why can’t he let this go?

 “I’d rather not say.”

 “I need to know, Bethanny.”

 What could she say to satisfy him? Too salacious would upset him. Too nice and he wouldn’t believe her.

  “I found a guy who stayed with me until the effects of the drug wore off,” she said. “I never asked his name, because I didn’t want to know. Can we leave it at that?”

 To distract her husband, the naked blonde kissed him. She pushed Kyle onto his back, and straddled his waist. Bethanny kissed and nibbled his ear, neck, and shoulder, while his big hands roamed her spectacular body.

 “Would you like me to turn into Super Mom for this?”

 “Just tell me this,” he said, breath catching. “How long does it take for Climax to wear off?”

 She paused to study his face, biting her lip. Heart racing. Bethanny was pretty sure the answer to that question was common knowledge, so she didn’t dare let him catch her even in a little white lie.

 “For a normal like you, about an hour,” she said. The blonde beauty rose up, guided his cock to her entrance, and impaled herself on his long, thick shaft. “For a metahuman like me… about four hours before I can establish some self-control.”

  “Is it still affecting you?”

 She smiled. “A little, but I’m firmly in control now.”

 “You went back after you recovered to look for them, didn’t you?”

 “Of course. Super heroines never give up,” she said, then tilted her head and smiled brightly. “It’s part of our charm.”

 “But you got hit with Climax again, didn’t you? Before coming home.”

 She froze. “Ummm. Why do you say that?”

 “Change to Super Mom.” She hesitated. “Now. Please.”

 Bethanny closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and, “For Justice!”

 Bright light flashed, and she found herself still impaled on his cock, but in her Super Mom persona. Her costume’s nether closure was ripped apart, hanging front and back from an especially aggressive gangbanger that took her without paying the previous afternoon. Indeed, she’d changed back to Bethanny minutes after serving a monster-dicked pimp, so her insides were still quivering with the aftershocks of that super-sized orgasm.

  “You just went from moist with semi-arousal to sloppy wet and sticky,” Kyle said, anger spreading across his face. “How many?”

 “How many what?”

 “How many men fucked you right before you came home last night?”

 “I’m so sorry, Kyle, I…”

 “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault,” he said firmly. Maybe too firmly. “How many?”

 “Ten.”

 “Oh Jesus,” he groaned, eyes rolling. “How long?”

 In for a penny, in for a pound, so she continued to lie. It was better than the truth, at any rate.

 “Until the Climax wore off,” she said. “Maybe five hours.”

 “Jesus F Christ,” he said. “Should I brace myself for any sex tapes?”

 She thought about all the sex tapes Overmind and Killer Queen were making of her, and tried to not cringe.

 “That would be advisable,” she whispered. Super Mom started bouncing up and down his cock, and kissed him again. And again. He started kissing her back, hands all over her butt and tits. “I don’t like being captured, used, and abused by evil men and women, Kyle, but my only concern is how it’ll affect you and the kids.”

 “It’s hard,” he said. “And sometimes I wish I could stop you from ever being Super Mom again. This is one of those times.”

 “I can’t stop now, and you know that,” she said. “It’s not a hobby. It’s not a job. Being a super heroine is a Calling, capital “C.” I warned you before we married.”

 “I know,” he said, and rolled the statuesque beauty onto her back, and then Kyle went to town on her pussy. He banged her harder and faster than ever. “Just. So. You. Remember.”

 “Remember?” she gasped out, back bowed and body trembling. “Ooooooh.”

 “Yes, remember that I… Oooh. I am your MAN.”

 Kyle exerting his authority always did it for her. Super Mom’s spectacular body spasmed with orgasmic pleasure, over and over and over again with machinegun intensity until her husband lost it and filled her womb with his seed.

 They spent the next hour in bed and in the shower, fucking like rabbits. After that Kyle went to work, running a little late. Once he’d gone, Bethanny took a shower as her civilian ego, to get her prostitution-soiled body just as pristine as Super Mom’s.

 She had both Super Mom and Bethanny dressed and made up for the mean streets of Southtown by the time Killer Queen called.

 “Good morning, Mistress,” Super Mom answered.

 “Good morning, my personal super slutty MILF,” the blonde said, sounding especially, insufferably pleased this time. “Ready for another long day of embracing your true calling, fucking criminals?”

 “No, but that won’t stop you from commanding it anyway,” she said with as much venom as she dared. “I hear and obey. What is your command, Mistress?”

 “I’ll send you the name and address in a second,” Killer Queen said. “But we’ll be busy with some pressing business ventures, so we’ve rented you, as Super Mom, out to Jack Ewing for the day, before we reclaim you at eight tonight. You know Jack? He’s the owner of the Vegas Strip Club.”

 “You want me to strip and pole dance?”

 “No, I want you to obey Jack to the letter,” Killer Queen said. “Jack will order you to strip and whore yourself. Not me. Have fun. Be super slutty, and don’t let me hear any complaints from Mr. Ewing, or else…”

 “Yes, Mistress,” she said automatically. “I hear and obey.”

 Super Mom put on another coat of red lip gloss while waiting for the address of the Vegas Strip Club. It actually wasn’t that far away, as the heroine flies. Even better, it said he wouldn’t arrive at work until ten that morning. So she transformed back into Bethanny and got a lot of household chores down, including the laundry of her heroine and whore clothes.

 After some quality time with little Joey, while Ariana went out and finished a few of her own obligations, Bethanny changed into Super Mom and left at ten sharp. She flew straight over, arriving just as a high-end Mercedes Benz pulled into a reserved spot behind the club. Jack Ewing proved to be a monster of a man, six foot six, massively built, with long blonde hair and beard. He looked like a middle-aged Viking in a suit, sans tie.

 Super Mom floated down beside him as he unlocked the back door.

 “Jack Ewing, I presume?” Super Mom said in cool tones.

 Jack looked her up and down, grinned. “You heroines are punctual, I’ll give you that.”

 Both his hands reached for her almost immediately. His right combed into her long, silky black hair, while the left grabbed a heavy tit and squeezed. The sexy heroine’s breath caught, but she remained perfectly still while he indulged himself. Okay, she did give a little gasp when his hand went between her legs and slipped under her nether closure.

 “I see your pussy is ready to rock and roll,” he sneered. “Super slut indeed.”

 Before she could respond, Jack pulled Super Mom in tight and claimed her lips in a long, long kiss. So long and passionate it ignited her libido despite her roiling disgust and fear.

 “Lord have mercy, I’m going to enjoy this,” Jack said, and fished a small plastic vial out of his pocket. Opening it, he thrust it in her face. “Smell that.”

 Super Mom leaned in and sniffed, realizing her mistake just a second too late as the unmistakable scent of CLIMAX hit.

 “Aaaaagggh!” the busty heroine screamed, clutching her pussy with both hands.

 Climax was designed to cause instant orgasms. Major, mind-shattering orgasms for metahumans. Jack swept her up as she started to collapse, and tossed Super Mom over his shoulder. He took her inside as the Climax ravaged her body and mind, leaving her a panting, wild-eyed super nympho.

 “How are you feeling now, Supes?”

  “Hungry, Master. Please, I ache so badly,” she purred, pulling her top down. His eyes widened when her large, pillowy tits popped out and jostled. “I’ll do anything you ask, Master. Please, I need you so much. I’ll die if you don’t fuck me.”

 He laughed. “No, you won’t. But I’m going to fuck the snot outta you, bitch. Then ALL my bouncers are going to come in and gangbang you before the club opens. You game?”

 “Yes. Yes, Master, YES!” she cried. “Anything.”

 Jack stripped her out of the stars and stripes leotard, leaving just her mask, gloves, and thigh boots on. Then he bent Super Mom over a chair and thrust into her.

 “Uggh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”

 “Fucking A, I love Climax so much,” he chuckled, and went to town on her pussy. “Did I mention I took a little blue pill with breakfast this morning? Yes, ma’am, me and you are going to bang all day, when you ain’t working the floor.”

 “Anything you want. Anything. Anything,” she gasped out, back bowing and body singing as he slammed into her over and over. Then more men filed in. Big, strong men in all black. The club’s bouncers. “Oh no, there are so many!”

 “That’s right, Super Slut,” Jack said. “This is going to be a gangbang even a super heroine will feel in her bones!”