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Super Mom: Taken by Evil

Chapter 10

Skies above Annarky, 3:15 AM…

Super Mom looked down upon the city of her birth, the city she loved so much and wanted to protect for as long as she was able. And protect it she had, for over seven years as a super heroine. Was her storied mission over? Was this the end of times for Super Mom?

I can’t imagine Overmind, much less Killer Queen, just letting me go after they sate their need for revenge, she thought darkly. But if I defy them in any way, they have the power, the motivation, to utterly ruin my life and destroy my marriage.

Worse, every day now she enjoyed herself more and more. She’d just been released from a long day of stripping, followed by an hours-long gangbang. For some reason, Super Mom had reveled in the very idea of a gangbang, and allowed every single patron of the Vegas Strip Club to fuck her. They’d been more than happy to oblige, and ran a pair of trains on her, front and back.

“I can’t believe how amazing that was tonight,” she muttered. “What’s wrong with me? Why do I suddenly love being used in the most depraved ways? Why do I find the roughest, most demeaning sex acts the most thrilling and pleasurable?”

She tried to distract herself, but memories of cocks sliding in and out of her body filled her head. The smell and taste of cock returned, making her mouth water and throat tighten. The bigger the dick, the more intense the experience, the better.

“I can’t go home in this condition,” she said, slowing down. “I have to remind myself, remind my head and body, what it means to be a super heroine. I need to be heroic, before I totally degenerate into a pathetic nympho sex slave.”

Super Mom veered off to the south. There were the universally known high-crime areas of the city, where criminals practically worked 24/7. The red-light district in Southtown came to mind immediately, just because she’d spent so much time selling her body there over the last three-plus weeks. So she flew in low and slow, all senses alert for trouble.

The streets were almost deserted, but neon signs still flashed their colorful come-ons left, right, and center. Scantily clad hookers still strolled up and down the mean streets, looking for their next trick. Most were older, poorer crack whores. Five dollar shot of ass girls. Most of the others down there were drug pushers, homeless people, and other shadowy men harder to pick out from above.

“Gotcha,” she cried when a pair of Hispanic muggers snatched a crack whore off the sidewalk, dragging her into an alley. One of them punched that poor African-American woman in the stomach while the other rifled through her purse for money, drugs, and other valuables. “Bad boys aren’t allowed to prey on any women. Not on my watch.”

The red-white-and-blue-clad heroine swooped down into the alley. She backhanded the one with the purse, before kicking his cohort in the face. The heroine then snatched the faded red purse out of the first mugger’s hands, gave it back to the hooker, and waved her away.

“Run!”

And run she did. That crack whore vanished within seconds. And then Super Mom turned her rage on the two muggers, both back on their feet and bouncing around like boxers in the ring.

“Yo, bitch, we’re going to fuck you up,” one of them said. “No stupid ho kicks Loco in the head and gets away with it.”

“Loco? Is that the name your mother gave you? But you are crazy if you think you can take me in a fight.”

He answered with a right cross. Super Mom blocked that punch easily, spun around, and backhanded him to the ground. The other mugger surged in to pound a fist into her right kidney. Barely hurt, so she swung an elbow back into his face.

“Ouch, bet that hurt,” she sneered.

“Hit her with the taser, Carlos!”

Super Mom made no attempt to guard her rear, and just giggled like it tickled. Truth was, the pins of that taser couldn’t even penetrate her invulnerable skin, much less deliver any charge. Once she’d had her fun, she spin-kicked it out of his hand, grabbed Carlos’ collar, and threw him across the alley to slam into the wall fifteen feet above the ground.

The grinning heroine turned back on Loco before Carlos even hit the ground.

“Looks like it’s just you and me – ”

The heroine broke off, surprised as a very-much conscious Carlos rolled through her legs. He literally rolled her down face-first. A loud, meaty thud filled the alley when her face bounced off the concrete. She was more surprised and confused than hurt, but her moment of discombobulation allowed Carlos time to wrestle her arms back and snap a surprisingly strong pair of handcuffs on her.

“Hey! Let me go, you moron!” Super Mom shouted angrily, tugging at her wrists. That was when Loco jumped on her legs, pulled off his belt, and wrapped it around her ankles. Then Carlos belted her knees together. “What the heck? Stop it. Let me go now!”

Super Mom wiggled and writhed, rolling across the alley in her struggles. The two muggers stood over her and grinned at what they’d done. It didn’t take much before her tits fell out of her top, and their eyes locked on big, rock-hard nipples.

“Oh, man, Loco, look at those nips! This bitch likes getting tied up,” Carlos crowed.

Loco pinned Super Mom down on her back, pushed his hand between her legs, and rubbed her hot, wet pussy a few seconds through her thin leotard.

“She’s wet and ready to party, too,” Loco said. “I heard she’s been selling her body cheap, over on Hightower. I didn’t believe it, but maybe it’s true after all.”

“Is that true, Super Mom?” Carlos demanded. “Are you a working girl? Do you sell your ass by the hour?”

“None of your business,” she snapped, violet eyes flashing. “Release me this instant, or else.”

“Or else what?” Carlos demanded. “Or else you gonna suck my dick?”

She froze, bit her lip, and stared at his crotch. The two muggers looked at each other, and grinned.

“This puta is ready to play, amigo,” Loco said.

“My thoughts exactly,” his friend said, copping a feel of her naked tits.

“Oh, please, don’t… Ooooh. I mean,” she gasped out, struggling against her bonds as her boobs flopped around. “Wait. Wait!” They pulled their hands back. “Okay, what about this? I’ll suck your dicks, and you let me go. Everyone goes home happy. Deal?”

Loco and Carlos nodded at each other, then grinned at her. Super Mom was pulled to her knees. Loco moved up close, crotch in her face, and pulled out his cock. Super Mom stared at it, her insides getting very hot and fluttery. Hell, her mouth watered and her pussy throbbed. It got a lot hotter all of a sudden, and she struggled to breathe normally.

She looked up and around. Super Mom might be bound hand and foot, but she still had all of her super powers. Including flight. But once she flew away, what then? How was she going to escape her bonds? Oh, she could transform into Bethanny and be free, but Super Mom would be bound hand and foot next time she changed back.

“Suck it, Super Puta,” Loco sneered, dragging her attention back down to earth. “And don’t forget to swallow. Don’t waste none of my cum.”

Super Mom had no intention of giving them any sexual pleasure. The purpose of her little side-trip was to help get her mind off sex. But then she noticed a drop of pre-cum beading on the tip of his cock. She licked her lips, heart racing.

Just a little taste… she thought. No! No! I can’t, or I’ll go down the rabbit hole again.

Carlos dropped to his knees behind her, his hand sliding up between her legs from behind. Super Mom’s breath caught, back bowed, when his fingertips started rubbing her pussy. He sent sexy feelings spiraling up into her womanhood, making her body ache with need.

I must… I must be strong, she thought desperately. It was getting harder and harder to think straight.

Loco chose that moment to take his cock in hand, and slowly trace her lips with its head. She felt that pre-cum coating her lips. Her tongue came out instinctively, wiping it away with a groan as the taste registered. The urine-layered stench of his cock and balls called to her, making Super Mom’s throat ache she wanted it so badly.

“You want it, Super Puta,” Loco sneered. “I can see it in your eyes.”

“Yes, but…”

“No buts. Suck it, ho,” he commanded.

That simple command reverberated through her mind, through her deepest psyche. Super Mom looked up into his fierce eyes, swallowed hard, and felt so vulnerable and weak. She nodded.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, mind going numb as she licked full red lips. “I hear and obey.”

“Open wide,” he commanded. She obeyed. “Stick out your tongue.”  

Super Mom’s tongue slid out and Loco laid his hot, throbbing cock on her tongue. Eyes locked with his, Super Mom slowly pulled his cock into her eager mouth. She went down half his length before pulling back. Then she started a slow, sensual bob while sucking for all she was worth. He buried his hands in her silky hair and let his head roll back as the sweetest pleasures filled his body.

The captured heroine moaned and groaned as she sucked cock, feeling herself losing control. She just couldn’t stop. Cock in mouth was too good. It was everything. And then Carlos yanked her costume’s nether closure aside and thrust up into her pussy from behind.

“Ugggh. Ugh. Ugh,” she grunted as he started a fast, deep thrusting action.

The longer she sucked, the more excited Super Mom became. She wiggled and thrust her hips to intensify her contact with Carlos, while allowing Loco unfettered access down her throat. The violet-eyed beauty felt herself utterly losing control, and an insatiable hunger rising up. And then, suddenly, she remembered Killer Queen was an Empathic Power. And had used that Power on her just a few hours earlier during the strip club gangbang.

Damn you, Killer Queen! Get out of my head!

Knowing what was happening to her, and doing anything about it, proved two very different things. Super Mom’s libido continued to fire on all cylinders, driving her wild with need and desire. She didn’t object, and even shifted her body as helpfully as possible, when the muggers stood her up, bent her over, and spit-roasted her.

Super Mom wasn’t sure how long they fucked her, but it had to be over an hour. It left both men sated and exhausted, so that they just stood up and staggered away. That left her huffing and puffing on her back, in the middle of a trash-strewn alley with the first light of pre-dawn lighting the sky.

The debauched heroine lay there, waiting. Waiting for Killer Queen to appear and gloat. Or text her and insult her sluttiness some more. Nothing. No call. No text message. Not even a personal appearance.

“She’s not here?” Super Mom said, sitting up and looking around with big, panicked eyes. “Oh no. If she’s not here, then it was all me. I wanted to fuck them. I wanted to get as nasty as possible. Oh my God, what have they done to me!”