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Super Mom: Taken by Evil

Chapter 9

“She’s my cherry pie…” blasted through the speakers.

Super Mom spun around the stripper pole twice, before her stiletto-heeled boots touched the floor, and she started working her hips as she strutted across the main stage, hearing the men go wild. White-gloved hands in tousled black hair, she felt her boobs jostling with each hard step.

The busty heroine stopped at the edge of the stage to give the boys a wiggle and giggle, stripped off her opera gloves, before she spun away, kicked one foot back as she arched her back, and then strutted back to the pole. The men loved it, with easily twenty of them pressed up to the stage with folded dollar bills.

Back at the pole, Super Mom stopped and slanted a sultry look back over her shoulder. One hand came back to unzip her leotard, deliberately stopping when she was halfway down.

“Take it off!” the men shouted.

She laughed, unzipped the rest of the way, but kept her arms crossed in front to hold the costume up. Then she did another strut back, only this time slow and sensual. As she headed back to the front of the stage, the sexy heroine slowly lowered her arms, pulling her costume down to reveal her perfect pair of large, firm, high-riding tits. She loved the look of awe that never failed to spread across so many faces, even after almost nine hours of stripping in that club.

This is SO much more fun than hooking.

The statuesque beauty slowly pulled her legendary costume down, under her wide silver belt, and finally wiggled her hips as she pushed it down to her ankles. Stepping out of the costume to wild cheers, she moved into a classic super heroine pose, only with her legs a lot wider apart. The nearest men reached out to touch and stroke her legs and starch-white thigh boots, but none of them could quite reach her naked pussy.

She wagged her brows at them.

“Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do when you get your hands on me?”

Super Mom danced up and down the stage, plucking dollar bills out of outstretched hands. She gave each of the tippers a little kiss, during which almost every one of them took the opportunity to cop a feel of her jugs. When a man tipped her a ten, the kiss lingered a bit. A twenty got some tit-to-face rubbing, along with the kiss. Fifty or above meant a full-on make-out session.

No one made it rain that much money in such a rundown, seedy club.

“Hey, Sweet Momma,” a big, muscular biker called as he held up a hundred. “Lap dance.”

Her main stage session was over, so Super Mom wasn’t allowed to say no. Jack expected her to earn as much tip money as she could, and so far she’d done quite well. It had started out slow, with few customers before three, but that’s when the boys started trickling in. After six, the club was packed. Word had gotten around that the one and only Super Mom had been captured and brought low, turned into a working girl at the Vegas Strip Club.

“I hear and obey, Master,” Super Mom said, to the delight of the audience.

She jumped off the main stage and into his arms. The big biker rubbed his rough, bearded face against her pillowy boobs, and kissed them, then kissed a line down her toned belly. The other men roared louder and louder, and one pulled up a chair, where the biker immediately sat.

Another dancer soon took the main stage, but everyone’s eyes were on Super Mom as the new song started. She was already naked, so began her lap dance by straddling him and rubbing her tits in his face. The shapely super heroine used every inch of her body in that erotic dance. She whipped her waist-length hair around his head and face. She rubbed her arms, legs, back, and belly against him. At one point, she sat in his lap and ground her butt into his face, and then against his lap. Super Mom even placed one booted foot on his shoulder so he could look at her pussy up close and personal.

He took the opportunity to finger-fuck her, of course.

Since he’d paid her a hundred, she had to give him what he wanted, up to and including sex. So she just gasped and squealed, acting like she loved everything he did. Only, after nine hours, it was no longer acting. It had become a game, and she was enjoying herself. Unless she consciously thought about the reason she was in this situation in the first place. So Super Mom kept her intelligent thoughts at a minimum and just went with the moment. It was something she’d taught herself while turning tricks in Southtown.

Meanwhile, up in the shadows behind the DJ booth, Killer Queen watched the former super heroine intently, a satisfied smile curling her lips. Her heart raced a little with anticipation, waiting to see the legendary Super Mom give herself totally to that big biker. She bit her lip, a tiny moan escaping when the biker first sucked in a sensitive nipple, and then gave it a little bite. Super Mom cried out, and then giggled to cover her pain.

“Ooooh, bite it again, big boy,” Killer Queen purred, rubbing her own aching nipple. Using her Psychic Power of Empathy sometimes got her hit with everything the subject of her attention was getting, both emotional and physical. So the villainess’ insides were as boiling hot and achy as Super Mom’s belly. “Stop teasing, and just do it.”

Killer Queen pushed her Power harder into Super Mom, making the raven-haired beauty’s libido spike. She heard the heroine gasp, and saw the change in her heart and head spread across her lovely masked face. Yes, Super Mom was feeling the love. Hell, Killer Queen was making her fall head over heels for the big biker.

She’s so open to me, so easy to mold now, I could make her fall madly, hopelessly in love with a ninety-year-old fugitive Nazi and she’d joyfully leave her husband to run away with him, Killer Queen thought. If I’d known vengeance would taste so sweet, I’d have taken her down years ago.

Once she had Super Mom’s libido revved up to the max, she delved into the biker’s head, whipping him into an equal sexual frenzy. Her smile turned wicked as she next turned her attention to the men watching the lap dance. When Super Mom reached down, unzipped the biker, and pulled out his erection, Killer Queen thrust her Power into the audiences’ heads, all at the same time. It was normally easier to control a man with a one-on-one connection, but those other men were already so horny that it took almost no effort to push them to the next level.

“Uggh. Ooooh. Oooh,” Super Mom moaned and groaned, whipping her head back and forth as she impaled herself on the biker’s big cock. Hands on his shoulders, the heroine started bouncing up and down. A groan escaped the audience as they stared mesmerized by her bouncing hair and boobs. “Yes. Yes. Nail me, Master! Nail me!”

The biker started fondling her jostling tits with authority, while kissing, nibbling, and sucking on her tits and nipples. Killer Queen turned her attention to the man closest behind Super Mom. She used her Power to direct his attention downward. Once he was focused on her bouncing butt, she kicked his libido into overdrive. He grunted and groaned, struggled with his desire a moment, but finally succumbed to her psychic suggestions.

Killer Queen almost laughed when the man pulled out his dick, and pressed up behind Super Mom. The villainess suppressed Super Mom’s and the biker’s own concerns, while pushing the second man to consummate his desires. The heroine cried out when he thrust a finger up her butt.

“Do it. Fuck that ass,” Killer Queen whispered, putting all her Power into that compulsion. And he did it, thrusting up Super Mom’s super tight butt hole. The villainess’ intimate connection to Super Mom sent a spike of pain and pleasure up her anus as well. “Oooh, yes. That’s how you ream out a vanquished super heroine, my friend. Ravage that ass. Destroy it. Break her for me.”

“This is the best ever!” Super Mom cried, staring incredulously into space. She cried out in pleasure with every thrust, front and back. “Ooooh. Ooooh. Ooooh.”

The poor, hapless heroine froze in place. She couldn’t keep bouncing on cock with a dick up her butt. But the biker took over, and started thrusting up into her tight pussy. Super Mom’s world devolved down to those two cocks, sliding in and out of her quivering body. It actually felt like they were both in the same orifice after a while, and she felt them both so damned intensely.

The first biker sucked on her tits, while her backdoor lover sucked on her neck. Their hands, their lips, their cocks sent the most intense sensations spiraling into her core, rippling through every square inch of her shapely body. It wasn’t long before Super Mom felt that amazing surge to climax, and it surged FAST.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed as euphoria erupted.

That screaming orgasm pushed first the butt-fucker, then the biker over the top. Deeming their work done, Killer Queen used her power to suck the energy and intent out of Super Mom’s first two lovers, and then chose two others to psychically energize.

“Hey! What?” Super Mom gasped out, still quivering intensely from her orgasmic aftershocks. A big black man forced her to bend over at the hips, and thrust up her still-tight ass. “Ugggh! Oh God. Oh God.”

He stood straight, and leaned back, lifting the sexy heroine right off her booted feet. Another big black guy seized her ankles, spread her feet wide, and slipped up close and personal between her legs. That’s when Super Mom’s violet eyes widened. The biggest damn dick she’d ever seen rose up to threaten her achy, needy pussy.

“No, no, no,” she cried. “Too big! Too – Ugggggh!”

He’d ignored her protests, too caught up in the moment. Super Mom’s jaw dropped as her little hole struggled to accommodate such a thick cock. Meanwhile, the man behind her was reaming her ass out like there was no tomorrow. Soon, Mr. Big Dick was doing the same.

“Melt her brain, my friends,” Killer Queen muttered, stroking Super Mom’s libido some more, playing with her heart. “Fuck her stupid. The stupider the better.”

“Aaaaaaggh!” Super Mom screamed in orgasmic pleasure.

“That’s right, enjoy your debasement, my slave,” Killer Queen purred. Super Mom continued to buck, writhe, and cry out in joy as the two men banged her mercilessly. “Enjoy fucking every single man in this club. And if that doesn’t break that beautiful mind and heroic heart, then we’ll try again tomorrow night. But I will break you, and then you will be my slave forever.”