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Super Mom: Taken by Evil

Chapter 11

The next ten days were the toughest yet. Overmind stopped beating around the bush, and just placed a depowering collar on her. Super Mom became their twenty-four/seven slave girl plaything. She was not allowed to go home to see or contact her family in any way. TV, radio, and newspapers all reported that Super Mom had been captured and lost, usually with late-night ‘extra’ reports of her being seen performing the nastiest of sex acts in public all around town.

Overmind and Killer Queen kept a low profile to avoid Annarky’s other super heroines, while Super Mom was “rented” out to strip clubs, pimps, and brothels on six of those days. The other four days and nights were spent in Southtown, peddling her ass as Bethanny for $20 a shot.

“Kneel,” Overmind commanded. “Chin.”

It was their early morning ritual. Overmind woke her for the day, and then removed the depowering collar. Bethanny showered, did her face and hair, and dressed all hooker-sexy. Then she transformed into Super Mom and repeated the process. That morning, she remained as Super Mom for her first job.

It was time to be collared again.

Super Mom obeyed with only the briefest of hesitations. Overmind had already told her who she’d be entertaining first that morning: seven recently released parolees that she’d personally sent to prison. They were all members of the same organized crime family, so there was a possibility the big boss, Don Carmine, would be “using” her later that day.

“Did you know that your step-daughter, Ariana, is also a metahuman?” Overmind said casually as he leaned over to put the stainless steel collar around her neck. “Killer Queen and I agree that she’ll make a lovely addition to our new stable of metahuman sluts.”

Super Mom’s jaw dropped. Not Ariana!

“No!” she snapped, violet eyes narrowing. Her arm swept the collar aside, and then she surged to her feet. Overmind stumbled back, and didn’t recover fast enough. Her booted foot snapped up between his legs and doubled him over in agony. “I only submitted to you to protect my family.”

Overmind might’ve been larger, but he had never been stronger than any super heroine, much less an A-lister like Super Mom. He tried to lash out, but she blocked his punches with ease. His true power was his mind, so she easily manhandled him down into a kneeling position before her.

Then, using her Power Voice, Super Mom said, “You will not touch Ariana Mitchell. You don’t even want to think about her again.”

“No,” he gasped, wincing. “Get out of my head.”

“You are a bad, bad man,” she continued, putting all she had into her Psychic Power to change his innermost thought processes. Super Mom had to steer him away from ever even thinking about kidnapping Ariana and forcing her to his will. “You want to be better. You want to be GOOD.”

“Get out of my husband’s head, bitch,” a familiar feminine voice snarled behind Super Mom.

The raven-haired heroine turned to find someone she’d never expected to see again. Her old heroine friend Psyche stood there in a classic heroic pose: chin high, chest out, and hands on hips. Her long blonde hair was gone, now cut in a sassy bob, but she wore her old purple and gold leotard and boots costume.

“Psyche? You’re coming out of retirement?” Super Mom asked. Then what the other woman said registered. “You are married to Overmind? You married an arch villain?”

“No. Yes. And yes, to answer your questions,” Psyche said. Then she smiled with wicked glee, saying, “Super!”

Psyche vanished in a flash of light. Super Mom’s jaw dropped when she found her friend transformed into her bitterest enemy, Killer Queen.

“You! Why? We were best friends.”

Killer Queen sneered at her. “Were. Past tense. And we’d still be friends if you hadn’t sent Overmind to prison.” She shrugged. “He’s flawed, weak, but I love that man.”

“How could you love such an evil man,” Super Mom asked, head practically spinning. “And then betray everything for him?”

She shrugged. “Overmind’s alter ego seduced my alter ego, and got me pregnant. And I liked it, until you caught him, and then sent him to prison. That left me penniless and pregnant.”

Super Mom gawked at her. She still couldn’t wrap her mind around sweet, virtuous Psyche falling in love with such a morally bankrupt man. Obviously, she’d dropped her guard, and that allowed him in to warp her beautiful spirit into the mirror image of his own. Overmind had Turned Psyche, set her on the path to Killer Queen.

“I discovered her secret identity, fair and square” Overmind said. “So I figured if I couldn’t defeat Psyche head-on, then I should seduce her and make her join me. It worked like a charm.”

Super Mom whirled around to him with a snarl. “You monster!”

“Leave him alone, Super Slut,” Killer Queen commanded. “Kneel.”

“No. I will not submit to you any longer,” the busty heroine said, leveling baleful eyes on her lost friend. “You’ve already destroyed my marriage, so I have nothing left to lose. And that frees me to put you both in prison.”

“Oh, Super Slut, you aren’t as strong as you think,” Killer Queen sneered. “And I’m a lot stronger than I ever was as Psyche. Being a bad girl allows me to use my Power in its most devastating forms.”

Super Mom took a step toward Killer Queen, and tapped into the deepest reserves for her Power Voice, “You do not want to fight me. We are friends.”

Killer Queen staggered back a step. “No. I am stronger than you.”

The sexy villainess thrust her Empathic Power into Super Mom, tuned to maximum despair. The statuesque heroine quickly teetered atop her tall stilettos, strength bleeding out of her limbs as darkest depression fell upon her. Her knees began to give, but she shook her head, shook off Killer Queen’s influence, and stood straight.

“Not this time, Psyche,” she snarled. “I’m back, and pissed off. YOU back off. YOU ARE TIRED OF FIGHTING.”

Killer Queen let out a tiny squeak, shrinking into herself a little. Super Mom stepped closer, and closer, continuing to use her Power Voice.

“You don’t want to be bad. You don’t want to hurt anyone,” Super Mom pressed. Killer Queen just stood there, trembling pitifully, a look of shock on her masked face. “We are friends, you and I. Trust me to get you the help you need. I know people who can deprogram you and restore you back to normal.”

Closing the last few inches, Super Mom wrapped her arms around Killer Queen and hugged her. The villainess hugged her back, so tightly. The heroine smiled.

“Sucker,” Killer Queen said, and brought her knee up into the heroine’s twat.

“Ugh!”

A punch to the throat sent Super Mom reeling back, clutching her brutalized throat. Metahumans might be invulnerable to guns and knives, but they could really hurt each other in a fight. She braced herself for more punches and kicks, but Killer Queen chose another route of attack.

“Submit and kneel, slave,” Killer Queen commanded, while thrusting her Power into the heroine’s head anew. “You are a weak, pathetic slave. My slave. My plaything. Obey me!”

Super Mom cried out, eyes huge as her mind and body jumped to obey. Jumped to submit and please her mistress.

“I am not a slave,” she gasped out. “I am Super Mom! I am a super heroine.”

Super Mom snatched up a nearby chair and threw it. The chair slammed into Killer Queen, knocking her back against the wall. That stopped her empathic assault, and then both metahumans charged each other. The blonde threw a brutal right cross, but Super Mom caught her wrist and spun her around and around, before throwing Killer Queen through the wall. Sheetrock, studs, and wiring were ripped apart and tangled when the fallen heroine smashed all the way through to the next room.

Before Super Mom could continue the attack, Overmind tackled her from behind. His fist pounded into her face, her tits, and even got a few kidney punches in. The shapely heroine gasped and cried out in pain, but wiggled free and snapped a foot into his face. That flipped Overmind over to lay face-down on the floor. She could tell instantly it was a trick to make her drop her guard. He was down, but far from out.

But before she could figure her next move, Killer Queen flew straight into her back, slamming the hapless heroine face-first into the wall. That was followed by a flurry of kidney punches, before she lifted Super Mom up above her head, and brought her back down across a knee.

“Aaaaiiieee!”

“Break her back!” Overmind shouted. “Do it again.”

It took a lot more than that to break a metahuman’s back, but the pain was excruciating. Super Mom remained too weak to resist when Killer Queen lifted her up again, and slammed her back down across that brutal knee.

“Aaaaaiiiieee!”

Killer Queen thrust her Empathic Power into the battered and hurting heroine. She got hold, and ripped Super Mom a new one. The villainess filled her foe with darkest despair, and twisted so hard Super Mom cried out and then passed out cold.

“Quick. Get that damned collar around her neck before the bitch wakes up,” she gasped out, falling back on her butt. “Oh, lord, I hurt all over. I’ve never been beat like that.”

Overmind crawled across the room to fetch the collar. He then struggled to his feet and all but staggered back to Super Mom’s prone form. He dropped to a knee, lifted her head to put the hard steel collar around her neck

He’d just started to close it when her violet eyes snapped open.

“No,” she hissed, and whipped her booted leg up and around to knock his hand away. The collar fell away as she surged to her feet, bringing a knee up into his face at the same time. “I told you, I’m not submitting any longer. Surrender to justice, or suffer the consequences.”

“Super Mom!” Killer Queen screamed to distract her.

Super Mom spun to face her nemesis. The two metahumans glared at each other, slowly circling. Then a tiny scraping sound to the rear alerted the heroine, who instinctively spun around with a roundhouse to kick Overmind in the face.

That put him down for the count.

Killer Queen screamed in fury, grabbed a chair, and smashed it across Super Mom’s upper back. The heroine staggered forward, before turning to face her foe again. The blonde villainess kicked her in the belly, then punched her in the temple. That dropped Super Mom to one knee, but the heroine quickly recovered and flew up to the ceiling.

Before she knew what was happening, the violet-eyed heroine grabbed Killer Queen’s arm, flew across the room, before landing and spinning the villainess around and around, faster and faster, and releasing her to smash through yet another wall.

Killer Queen hit the floor and rolled to her booted feet. She swayed a little, dizzy and a little confused. She found herself in an adjoining bedroom. A room where they’d used and abused Super Mom. There was a king-sized bed in the center, surrounded by shelves loaded down with BDSM paraphernalia.

“You can run, but you cannot hide, Mistress!” Super Mom shouted as she flew through the hole in the wall.

Killer Queen looked back, a smirk slowly blooming. “You called me ‘Mistress,’ Super Slut. You are still my slave!”

“What? No,” Super Mom whispered, eyes wide as she landed before her foe.

Killer Queen didn’t give her time to sort it out. She snapped a foot up between the heroine’s legs, then grabbed her right ankle.

“Let’s see how you like it,” Killer Queen sneered, and started spinning around and around. She swung the stunned super heroine around faster and faster, before she lunged to the side and smashed Super Mom face first into the wall. That broke the wall to bits, but she stepped back and spun the heroine around again. When she released this time, Super Mom flew straight into the wall above the bed. And bounced off to lie spread-eagle, writhing, on the bed. “Bam! Oops. I forgot. That’s solid concrete behind the paneling. My bad.”

Super Mom struggled to shake the lethargy out of her head and limbs. She heard Killer Queen over by the shelves, and knew what was on those shelves. Her master and mistress had used most of those deviant devices there on her at one time or another.

“Heeey, girl,” Killer Mom said straight into her ear as she hopped onto the bed beside the dazed heroine. “I got some jewelry for you, and some toys to play with.”

With that, Killer Queen snapped the depowering collar around Super Mom’s neck. The helpless heroine groaned in misery, knowing she’d just lost the battle, and the war. Then the villainess handcuffed the heroine’s wrists behind her back.

“Don’t worry, it’s not all bad, Super Slut,” Killer Queen said, and kissed her helpless captive. “I brought one of your favorite toys.”

Super Mom’s eyes widened when she heard the vibrator turn on. Just that buzzing sound changed her mind and body. She felt herself melting before it even touched her. And then Killer Queen pressed it to her clit.

“Uggggh! Ooooooh,” Super Mom cried, back bowing and legs spreading wider. “Please. Mercy!”

“No mercy,” her captor said. “I defeated the mighty Super Mom in single combat. I get my victory fuck now.”

The blonde beauty claimed Super Mom’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss while the vibrator ravished her body, mind, and psyche. It was only a matter of seconds before that vibrator pushed the vulnerable heroine over the top.

“Aaaaaggghh!”

“I love how vibrators are your Achilles’ Heel,” Killer Queen laughed. “I mean, I enjoy a vibrator every now and then, but I can’t come just listening to one.”

She was doing a lot more than just making Super Mom listen to it. Killer Queen used that vibrator to make her captive come over and over and over again. Soon, Super Mom was a writhing puddle of sweat and bliss. The villainess smiled cruelly down at her, knowing her mind was completely blank, with absolutely no defense against her Empathic Power.

“Oh, good, you caught her,” Overmind said, gasping as he stumbled into the bedroom.

“No thanks to you,” she sneered. “It’s obvious that you are too weak to continue as before.”

Killer Queen looked down at the writhing super heroine, violet eyes staring incredulously up into nothing. So she drove her Empathic Power into Super Mom with relish, driving her to the depths of blackest despair. She put everything she had into breaking the once-proud super heroine, and a few minutes later Super Mom blacked out with a whimper.

“Call Billy. Tell him to bring today’s gang bangers over,” she said, hot, sweaty, and panting after that last mental effort. “Decide how you want to finish her off. We’re going to subjugate her utterly and completely, or kill her trying. Today.”