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Purple Avenger: Doppelganger Blues

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

By Don Ship

Wicked Wanda smiled cruelly, one hand buried deep in Purple Avenger’s short locks, and the other caressing Ninja Girl’s soft pigtailed hair. She admired their curvy bodies, all shiny with sweat after hours of intense sex. All they wore were their masks and boots. Everything else had been stripped off their luscious bodies.

“You are both permanently depowered,” Wicked Wanda purred.

“You’ll never...get away…with this,” Purple Avenger gasped out. Wicked Wanda pushed her head back down, once again impaling it upon Darius’ long, thick cock. “Mmmmggghh.” Slurp. Ssssslurp. “Hmmm. Nggh. Mmmmmmm.”

The victorious witch turned to watch her henchman Teddy force his cock down Ninja Girl’s throat, and release his load. The hapless heroine’s eyes widened, and then a low groan bubbled up out of her. She continued to suck as he slowly pulled out.

Ssssslurp.

Ninja Girl’s eyes remained unfocused a moment, as she licked her lips. Her delicate hands came up to squeeze her own jostling tits. Only then did a measure of intelligence return to her eyes as she looked up at her captor.

“We will...be avenged...Wicked Wanda,” Ninja Girl gasped out, while Bobby continued fucking her tight asshole hard and fast. “Uuggh. Oooh. Our…sisters in…oooh… Crimefighting will…aven…aven…ahhh…avenge us.” One of Wicked Wanda’s minions stepped back up to Ninja Girl, slapping her beautiful masked face with his large cock. “Again Hector? This makes five times.”

Ninja Girl was on her knees, her heavy tits swaying as Bobby pounded her tight ass, his big hands clutching her well-rounded hips. Wicked Wanda enjoyed the way the Asian beauty’s eyes slowly closed, her full lips parted, and she panted so prettily. And then Hector rubbed his dick all over her masked face. She gave every impression of enjoying it immensely.

The pigtailed beauty struggled a moment, her wrists bound to the opposite elbows, pulling her shoulders painfully back. She looked so helpless and vulnerable. Wicked Wanda bit her lip, her libido started to fire up.

“How precious. She’s counting,” Wicked Wanda said, stroking the beautiful Asian’s head. “Tell me you are a sexy fuck toy.”

Ninja Girl looked up at her beautiful captor, her mind in a jumble. Bobby’s cock had pushed her to the brink again. She no longer had the strength of will to fight the devastating orgasms, and shamefully quite looked forward to them.

“I’m a sexy fuck toy,” Ninja Girl groaned out low. Her big brown eyes widened, and her body started trembling. “I’m… I’m… COMING! Aaaaaaaaggghh!”

“Good little slave slut. Now suck Hector’s cock,” the sexy, raven-maned witch said.

“My belly is full of cum again,” Ninja Girl gasped out. Her head lolled around, while Bobby continued to fuck her hard and fast. “Please. Mercy. If I swallow another load, I’ll puke again.”

“Good. I’ll make Purple Avenger lick it up again,” Wicked Wanda purred, as she helped guide Hector’s fat cock back into the hapless heroine’s sweet mouth.

“Mmmggghhh. Glgh. Hnh.” Ninja Girl moaned and groaned, and obediently sucked Hector’s cock with mindless gusto. Slurp. Gulp. “Ngh. Mmmmm.” Sssssssslurp.

“Ah, I love to hear slurping,” Wicked Wanda said breathily. “It is the sweet sound of super heroine submission.”

The super gorgeous wicked witch stood between Purple Avenger and Ninja Girl, both kneeling on the hard, cold tiles of the abandoned strip mall store she used to meet customers. The evil witch wore a black leather corset and matching micro-miniskirt. Her shapely legs were sheathed in black fishnet stockings, held up with a garter belt. She stood in shiny black stilettos, with two straps around her ankles. Though she looked like a woman of Valkyrie descent, she was actually one of the mythical Amazons.

Slurp. Gulp.“Mmmm. Hhhhuuumm,” Purple Avenger groaned. Smack. Sssslurp. Gulp.

Since Darius was so tall, Purple Avenger was fully extended up on her knees, with his hands buried deep in her short, sassy tresses as she bobbed her head furiously, trying to please with all she had. Wicked Wanda smiled, since she knew Purple Avenger’s greatest weakness was sex. The curvaceous super slut had been climaxed so many times that night she was reduced to a sex-starved minx.

“I hear from my boys that the only heroine who gives better oral than you, Purple Avenger, is Ms Patriot,” Wicked Wanda said. “But don’t worry, none of the other heroines surrender sweeter than you, or try harder to please than you.”

Like Ninja Girl, Purple Avenger’s wrists were bound behind her back and to her opposite arm’s elbow. She was utterly helpless, and felt it profoundly. And that just stoked the fires of her shameful lusts and needs. It made her more malleable, easier to control and use. The beautiful super heroine understood all of this, knew what was happening to her at the time, and the shame and humiliation it heaped upon her just made her that much more horny.

“Mmmggghh. Uuuggghh,” Purple Avenger groaned. She cut her eyes over to Wicked Wanda, locked eyes with the witch’s emerald green eyes a long second, before she averted her gaze. Then her cheeks ballooned as Darius finally came. That pushed the sexy super heroine over the top, too. “Uuuuuugggghhh!”

Wicked Wanda leaned over and jerked Purple Avenger’s head back by her hair. Darius shot two more loads of cum across the hapless heroine’s beautiful, masked face. The witch admired the cum on her captive’s face, which was dribbling down her chin and all over her massive tits. Her full purple lips were coated with Darius’s cum. The witch kissed Purple Avenger long and hard.

“Mmm, you taste good, Darius,” Wicked Wanda said, releasing Purple Avenger.

Purple Avenger sat back upon her legs, looking up at Darius and Wicked Wanda with wide, awed eyes. The aftershocks of the last orgasm still radiated throughout her spectacular body. Her mind was spinning, and the shame of her defeat and debasement overwhelmed her. A single hot tear rolled out of her left eye, across her equally hot cheek.

“I think it is time to unmask them,” Wicked Wanda said, enjoying the look of horror claiming Purple Avenger’s face. “I’ll be right back. I have to finalize the arrangements to broadcast their unmasking. Live on my website.”

Purple Avenger just bowed her head. Wicked Wanda laughed, spun on a tall stiletto heel, and walked off briskly. It wouldn’t take long to finish up all the details, and she already had the needed cameras onsite. In less than half an hour Purple Avenger and Ninja Girl would be unmasked, and everyone would know who was hiding behind those masks.

When Wicked Wanda’s footsteps faded away, Purple Avenger looked up. Oddly enough, none of the minions seemed interested in sexually abusing her at the moment. That felt so weird. As much as she hated it, she really did miss not being fucked. She could easily get addicted to sex and climaxing. Ninja Girl was laying face down next to her as Bobby whacked off all over her shapely butt. Hector was tucking his cock back into his pants, with a big satisfied grin.

She looked across the room, where their costumes were mixed together in a pile. A grimace claimed her face as her eyes fell upon the two power belts. But Wicked Wanda was wrong. They were not permanently depowered. Even if they couldn’t recover their costumes and power belts, Purple Avenger at least had a spare.

“We will rise again,” Purple Avenger whispered, and smiled. Her brown eyes locked on the two power belts, hers silver and Ninja Girl’s black. “Maybe sooner than expected.”

Wicked Wanda’s minions were all sitting around a nearby table to her right, between the vanquished heroines and the door to the alley. There was no one between her and her power belt.

Pretending she was so horny and couldn’t control herself, Purple Avenger crawled over to Ninja Girl and rolled her onto her back. Then she lay atop her, sensually kissing her way up the busty Asian’s neck, before sinking into her full red lips. They made out a few minutes, while the men called out suggestions and crude comments.

“Be ready to run,” Purple Avenger whispered into Ninja Girl’s ear. “I’m going to trick them into untying us.”

Ninja Girl gave the briefest of nods.

“Masters,” Purple Avenger said meekly as she pulled away. “Could someone please untie our arms? It is terribly painful, and Ninja Girl and I aren’t able to put on a good show for you like this. You can still tie us up, but maybe in a less uncomfortable manner? I will really, really show my gratitude to whoever grants me this little courtesy.”

“What? So you can escape?” Darius sneered. “I don’t think so.”

The shapely super heroine shrugged as best she could, considering the manner of her bondage. “Oh. I didn’t realize you were still so afraid of us. After all, you defeated us at the peak of our super heroine power, and then fucked us stupid for the last five hours. We’re weak and battered, physically and emotionally subjugated. Oh well, I’ll just ask Wicked Wanda when she returns. I’m sure she isn’t afraid of us.”

“We’re not afraid of you!” Darius snarled.

“Fuck no,” Bobby said. “You’re nothing to us. Weak and pathetic. You’re just fuck meat, bitch.”

“Uh-huh. Sure,” Purple Avenger sneered. “Anything you say.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” Ninja Girl said, struggling to her knees. She and Purple Avenger shared a knowing look. “That’s all I’m saying.”

Purple Avenger glanced at their costumes, and then at the back door. She caught her fellow heroine’s eyes, before looking around the room before stopping at the door. Ninja Girl gave the briefest of nods. Their plan was set. Even the minions were all worked up, practically strutting around puffed up like peacocks. Yep, they’d struck a chord.

“You know,” Darius said. He glanced nervously at the door Wicked Wanda vanished through. “I was thinking it might make for a better unmasking scene to tie them spread-eagle against the wall over there.”

Purple Avenger fought the smile threatening to spread across her face. The shamed minions were busy talking themselves into doing exactly what she wanted them to do. Men were so easy to manipulate sometimes. Especially the alpha male criminal types.

“What? Spread-eagle?” Purple Avenger cried, feigning shock and horror. “Never mind. We’re fine just like this.”

“Oh really now?” Darius asked, smirking as he stepped up close. The big African-American backhanded Purple Avenger, leaving her sprawled and gasping on the floor. “We’ll decide how you’re tied up, super slut.”

Darius grabbed fistfuls of both heroines’ dark hair, and then dragged the two squealing, kicking, and struggling heroines across the room to a pair of St. Andrew’s Crosses leaning back against the wall. Bobby stepped behind Purple Avenger and started untying her arms, while Hector did the same to Ninja Girl.

Purple Avenger glared at Darius, huffing and puffing, as Bobby slowly worked the knots loose. She felt first her right wrist come free, and then her left. A quick glance showed Hector struggling with Ninja Girl’s knots, but he had her right wrist free already. So the naked heroine had to let Bobby jerk her to her feet, where she pretended to teeter atop her sky high stilettos. Really, she just had to give her sexy patrol partner a moment.

As soon as Ninja Girl’s left wrist came free, the two heroines locked eyes for a split second. And then they exploded into the foolish captors. The men thought them depowered, tamed, and helpless. That sexy super duo proved them wrong by snapping a flurry of brutal kicks to their faces.

Just as they got the upper hand, Wicked Wanda stepped into the room. Their costumes and power belts lay on the floor next to that door. No way to retrieve them now.

“Out the door and run!” Purple Avenger cried.

“But our costumes and…”

Ninja Girl never finished that sentence. Wicked Wanda cast a spell that caused slimy tentacles to erupt between the two heroines. Purple Avenger reacted faster, darting away. Ninja Girl froze wide-eyed, and was immediately wrapped up tight.

“Run!” Ninja Girl screamed. “Bring back help!”

“Be strong,” Purple Avenger said as she reached the door. “I’ll be back.”

The shapely, naked African-American raced down the dark alley, boobs flopping all over the place. She didn’t slow down until she reached the motorcycles, where the beautiful heroine burned rubber racing out of that dark alley.