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Super Mom: Taken by Evil

Chapter 12

“Mmggh. Ugh. Mmmmmgggh!”

Killer Queen slanted a smug look back at Super Mom. The gorgeous, raven-maned beauty looked amazing in her red-white-and-blue stars-and-stripes costume. Especially sexy were her new BDSM accessories: Red ball-gag, black leather slave collar (with FUCKTOY in big bold letters), handcuffs, and stainless steel hobble shackles.

“You look so damned fuckable,” the villainess said, giving the leash another hard yank and making Super Mom stumble. The leather collar covered the steel depowering collar, so there wasn’t anything the heroine could do to save herself. “Or should I say, you are fucking gangbangable?”

“Nnnggh! Nnnggh!” her captive cried around the ball-gag, shaking her head.

The fear and dread in the legendary super heroine’s violet eyes sang to Killer Queen’s wicked spirit. Super Mom stopped and leaned back against the hated leash. She shook her head in vain, unable to break free.

“You’re sooo cute when you do that.”

They were inside a large, abandoned warehouse somewhere on the city outskirts. The floor was concrete, and a crowd of grim looking men waited in the middle. Overmind waited with the hard-eyed ex-cons next to an elaborate stainless steel bondage chair.

He sure likes to make things out of stainless steel, Killer Queen thought. But she’ll look SUPER sexy trapped in that wicked thing.

More important, as far as Killer Queen was concerned, were the ten movie cameras set up around and above the bondage chair. Super Mom’s final act as a super heroine would be a live pay-per-view broadcast. They were charging a hundred dollars a pop to watch it. Last she’d checked, they’d already sold over thirty million in tickets.

“Every super heroine dreams of going down in a blaze of glory, right, Super MILF?” she taunted. “Well, you are going down in a blaze of debauchery, which will make a magnificent mockery of you and your entire storied career.”

The heroine froze to stare at her in shock. She shook her head in denial, and then looked past her mistress at the waiting men. All men she knew, who she’d sent to prison, who wanted their revenge and then some. Then her eyes locked on the bondage chair she was being led toward, and she panicked again.

“Sorry, girlfriend, but since you decided to stop cooperating, we have to go to extreme measures,” Killer Queen said, and started toward the others again. She yanked Super Mom along behind her, their stilettos clattering loudly in that vast warehouse. “But what a Super Mom Going Away Party we are throwing! The whole world will see your ultimate, well-deserved fate.”

“Mmmmggghh!”

“I’m sorry, Miss Goodie-too-slutty, but I can’t understand a word you are saying,” she said, and giggled. “You should learn to enunciate properly.”

Killer Queen struggled a little, but she at least still possessed proper super strength. Super Mom was pulled along, helpless, totally unable to stop her terrible fate. Wide, violet eyes jumped from face to face to face among the assembled men. They looked so evilly pleased as smiles began to spread across their faces.

They are going to enjoy this too much! Super Mom thought, frantic. There has to be a way to escape. I can’t go out like this. I only did GOOD in the world. I fought so hard for justice!

Super Mom was dragged up before a cameraman, who did a head-to-toe shot of her for their pay-per-view customers. The vanquished masked vigilante looked around with fear-filled eyes. She saw no mercy anywhere. And then Overmind stepped up to her left side, while Killer Queen smiled at the camera to her right.

“Welcome to the Super Mom Going Away Party,” Overmind said in a deep, authoritative voice while holding her up straight by a fistful of silky black hair. His free hand rose up to roughly fondle her large boobs. “The legendary Mighty MILF has finally fallen!”

The assembled men cheered and jeered. Super Mom dropped her eyes, face flaming red. She wiggled and squirmed, but was held tightly in place by her two captors. Heart racing, pussy throbbing, she panted through her nose and tried to calm her troubled mind.

Be strong. Be super heroine strong, she thought. I must show them what I’m made of, for the last time.

“Check out SuperMomDebauchery.com as well,” Killer Queen said with a wink. “You’ll find over seven hundred hours of video featuring our poor, captured heroine doing her damndest to please me, Overmind, and lots of bad boys with every orifice of her amazing body.”

“The threesomes with me and Killer Queen are the best,” Overmind added. “We really put Super Mom through her helpless slave girl paces.”

With that, Overmind grabbed Super Mom’s costume between her boobs, and ripped it down to her waist. Large, fat tits jostled for the camera, which zoomed in. They quickly bore the wild-eyed beauty straight back to the bondage chair, and forced her to sit on a tiny seat and lean way back. Her collar was snapped to the post behind her head, locking her in place. Then her thigh-booted legs were released from the shackles, pulled wide, and locked into place. Finally, Killer Queen ripped her leotard the rest of the way off her spectacular body.

“Behold, the awesome beauty of Super Mom!” Overmind called. He indicated the other men starting to line up. “These men, all of whom were beaten, arrested, and sent to prison by our helpless heroine, are eager to enjoy the bounty she now offers.”

“We had a lottery, and they each pulled a number,” Killer Queen said into the camera. “The number they drew was their place in the gang bang train. Who is our first banger?”

“I am,” Big Joe Monroe said. The massive mob thug pushed forward through the crowd, handing his number to Overmind. Then he unzipped and pulled out his monster cock. “Remember me, Super Mom? I certainly ain’t forgotten you.”

The shapely heroine stared up at him with big eyes. He grinned with wicked glee, before leaning over to motorboat her tits. After a few minutes of fondling, kissing, and sucking on her perfect pair, Big Joe guided his cock to her exposed pussy.

“I’ve dreamed of this day,” he said, getting his cock nestled in nice and snug. Big Joe locked eyes with Super Mom, and slowly pushed inside her. “Oh yes.”

“Ugggh,” Super Mom groaned, eyes rolling up as she felt him stretching her out and filling her up. “Uggggggh.”

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, Super MILF?” Killer Queen stage-whispered in her ear, while at the same time piercing her psyche with her Empathic Power. She stroked Super Mom’s libido to white hot while Big Joe banged her like a cheap whore. Before long, the heroine began moaning and groaning with pleasure, rocking her head back and forth, and then thrusting her hips. “There you go, world. Proof that Super Mom is, has always been, and will always be a super-horny nympho slut.”

The camera zoomed in on her sweaty, masked face, showing her flushed and panting in sync with Big Joe’s thrusts. She stared up into her ravisher’s face with lusty eyes. Her body sang with every deep stroke.

“Overmind, she’s ready,” the blonde beauty said. Then to the camera, Killer Queen smirked and said, “My immortal beloved has invented a sinister device, just for use on captured super heroines.”

She paused while the camera turned back to Super Mom, and Overmind fitting a golden circlet around her head, with square pads pressed against her temples. Big Joe was still thrusting into her like there was no tomorrow, and tiny sounds of pleasure were bubbling out of the heroine from around the ball-gag. Overmind pressed a button, and LEDs began flashing.

“That device will zap a memory or two out of her brain every time she climaxes,” Killer Queen said. “By the time we finish with her today, Super Mom will be a mindless fucktoy, eager to please, with no other thoughts in her pretty little heroine head.”

Super Mom looked frantic, eyes wild as her back bowed. She struggled valiantly to keep the orgasm at bay, but Big Joe was rocking her world like a boss. The depowered beauty bucked and writhed, desperate to escape her fate. Desperate to save her mind and memories…

“Aaagggggh!” she screamed when her insides erupted with wickedly delicious pleasure. Super Mom felt a burning sensation in her head, and then felt Killer Queen stroke her super-charged libido again. And another one hit her like a ton of bricks. “Aaaaaagggh!”

“Oops, the most important, the most cherished memories are the first to go,” Overmind said to the camera. “So she probably just lost all her memories of her beloved husband and family. What a shame.”

“Couldn’t happen to a nicer super heroine,” Killer Queen said. “And I mean it. Super Mom was just the sweetest thing.”

“Does destroying her make us bad people?” Overmind asked.

“Yes,” Killer Queen said. “That’s why they call us Super Villains.”

Super Mom heard them having fun at her expense, but she had bigger problems. They were right in that she now struggled to recall her husband’s name and face. They really were stripping her of all that made her both Bethanny and Super Mom. And then Big Joe cried out with abject pleasure, pulled out of her, and shot hot, viscous cum all over her belly and tits.

“Aaaaagggh!” she cried, devastated by yet another powerful forced climax.

And then the next ex-con moved up between her legs. Tyrone James was an ex-gang member and Southtown pimp. He started off by titty-fucking her, before he fucked her pussy, and ended in her ass. The evil bastard forced her to come five times.

And then it just got worse and worse. The more they fucked her, the easier and faster it was to make her come. Towards the end, Super Mom experienced machinegun orgasms that left her a true shell of her former glory.

“Wow, that took longer than anticipated,” Killer Queen said, arms crossed proudly over her chest. “Ugh, what a mess you boys left for Super Mom to clean up.”

The men laughed.

Killer Queen leaned forward, looking into Super Mom’s blank eyes. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

“Huh?”

“I didn’t think so,” she said, and laughed. “Well, let’s punctuate the end of Super Mom’s illustrious costumed vigilante career with a good old-fashioned unmasking. Shall we?”

The men cheered. Overmind stepped up on the other side of the defeated and mind-wiped super heroine. The two villains each got hold of opposite sides of her blue mask, and started pulling.

“Viola! The true face of Super Mom!” Killer Queen cried, waving her mask overhead. “Of course, when not flying around as Super Mom, she transforms into a hot little blonde beauty named Bethanny Jane Mitchell. Go to our website to see videos of Bethanny selling her hot body to the dregs of society, and I do mean dregs. Unwashed, homeless dregs.”

“Be nice to the homeless men,” Overmind chuckled. “They need love too.”

“Well done, boys! You literally fucked Super Mom stupid!” Killer Queen cried in victory. “Now, line up and let’s do it again!”

~**~**~

Annarky, eight months later…

“More wine, slave,” Kimberly said.

She sat on the balcony of her luxurious estate with her husband, Samuel. Super Mom knelt behind them at all times, waiting for her next command. Always waiting. No other thought ever entered her mind other than obeying every command to perfection.

“Yes, Mistress,” the slave whispered.

She rose gracefully to her stiletto-heeled feet. Super Mom wore a sexed-up French maid uniform that left her large tits exposed. But the uniform was a red-white-and-blue stars-and-stripes mockery of her former super heroine costume. The only unmodified part of her old costume she still wore was the thigh boots.

Super Mom hurried over to the wine bottle, and quickly carried it over to refill her mistress’s glass. Then she offered wine to her master. Samuel declined, but patted his crotch.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, and returned the wine bottle to its proper place before returning to kneel between Samuel’s legs. The vanquished heroine unzipped him, pulled out his rock hard cock, and went down on him without hesitation. “Mmmgh.”

“Who are you?” Kimberly asked.

“I am your slave, Mistress,” she said. “I am Super Slut.”

“What are you, Super Slut?”

Super Mom gave Samuel’s cock another loving lick, then cut her violet eyes over to her beautiful mistress.

“I’m a worthless piece of slut, Mistress. But I am your worthless slut. I live to serve and obey. I love serving and obeying you. I am yours.”

“Exactly,” Kimberly said, lifting her wine in salute to Samuel. “I still get a tingle when I think about the headlines the day after the pay-per-view: Taken by Evil! Annarky’s beloved super heroine is lost forever. God, it makes me want to capture another super heroine and do it all over again.”

“Why not?” Samuel said. “I’ve never really liked Vixen.”

The End