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Purple Avenger: Doppelganger Blues

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 3

Purple Avenger used an app to access her security system, logging into the access program. She had to wait almost fifteen minutes before it signaled there was a gap in traffic to enter her secret lair, and the countdown started. The computer used her GPS to pinpoint her location, and gave her a countdown to get into the open lair. She made it inside by the hair of her teeth, with the door starting to close before she reached it.

“This is not my day!” she cried, speeding up the tunnel to the basement.

Parking the bike, she rushed over to the adjoining bath. She quickly pealed out of her cum and sweat soaked opera gloves and thigh boots. After a very quick cold shower, Purple Avenger quickly toweled dry, and pulled on a spare bikini, boots, and gloves. The mask never left her face the entire time.

Last of all, she put on her spare power belt.

“Thank God,” she whispered. Glossy purple lips parted to released a sigh, as her eyes fluttered closed and head rolled back. “That feels so damned good.”

The shapely African-American checked the heroine network app. No one had answered her emergency alert. That left her breathless.

“It’s up to me to save Ninja Girl.”

She strode back toward her bike, stilettos echoing in the subterranean chamber. One of her computers beeped as she threw a leg over the motorcycle. Purple Avenger froze, knowing that beep indicated an important alert. Something happened involving a heroine. A moment later, her phone beeped with the same alert.

Probably Wicked Wanda tweeting about nailing us tonight, she thought. Purple Avenger thought back. Were there any cameras? Could they have video or still photos of our setback?

The need to know proved too enticing. The frustrated heroine sighed gustily, before rushing over to the computer. She quickly pulled the alert up on the monitor.

“Oh. My. God!”

Ninja Girl, glazed eyed, and obviously soundly fucked, was held with an arm around her neck while two henchmen fucked her front and back, and another shoved his dick into her mouth. And then Wicked Wanda stepped up close and… Unmasked her!

Purple Avenger’s knees buckled, forcing her to sit in the office chair. Her eyes burned, forcing her to blink repeatedly.

“I failed, I wasn’t fast enough,” she whispered. “I failed you, Ninja Girl. I’m so sorry.”

Failure and dejection quickly turned to rage and a burning desire to avenge her fallen sister in crime-fighting. Ninja Girl would be avenged!

From the video, she determined Wicked Wanda hadn’t departed immediately after her escape. They hung around to film that video, and Ninja Girl looked like she’d be sounded fucked first. They might still be there, and if not it was still the best place to start the search.

Purple Avenger quickly departed, speeding back to the site of her latest setback. She didn’t have the luxury of time to take a circuitous route there to hide her home, so turned into the alley just five minutes later. Ninja Girl’s bike remained in the alley.

“The van is gone,” she said.

The van had been two doors down the alley, so she hadn’t associated it with Wicked Wanda. Now that it was missing, she wondered if she’d made another mistake.

I should’ve gotten its license number anyway.

The back door was closed. Easing up to it, all senses on high alert, Purple Avenger pressed an ear to the door. No sounds. She gently checked the door knob. Not locked? Her heart began to race.

Learn from your mistakes, Tanika, she silently scolded herself. Don’t let them capture you again.Purple Avenger looked up to the heavens. Lord, I wish I wasn’t going in alone!

She had no concerns with her ability to handle the four henchmen. She and Ninja Girl had tossed them around like toys earlier. Nope. The issue was Wicked Wanda. The witch was one of the city’s three most powerful magic users. It was Wicked Wanda that had captured the two super heroines earlier that evening.

Her phone vibrated another alert.

“Son of a bitch,” she whispered, quickly fishing her phone out of her right thigh boot.

Despite being muted, the vibrations sounded loud to her ears in that dark, empty alley. With the phone out, she checked the alert. She hoped it showed Wicked Wanda with Ninja Girl still inside.

“Oh no.”

The scene had changed. They weren’t in any room Purple Avenger remembered inside. Instead, she was pretty sure that was the dock behind Club Ga Ga. Why a Sugar Town dance club needed a loading dock was question enough for any super heroine. What was going down on that video answered the question.

Ninja Girl stood before Wicked Wanda, bound hand and foot. A cruel red ball-gag was buckled tightly into her mouth. The Asian heroine stood there buck ass naked. Nothing but some bright red rope around her wrists, boobs, and ankles. A single rope went between the helpless heroine’s legs, looking very tight, with a knot right over her clit.

Purple Avenger scowled at the other heroine’s tightly bound tits. They were tied so tightly that her boobs mushroomed. Why did bad guys do that? She didn’t think it looked attractive, and it felt even worse to the victim.

Darius pressed a wet cloth over Ninja Girl’s mouth and nose. The vanquished heroine struggled, mostly just writhing with a terrified look in her eyes. It didn’t last long. Valkyrie women were notoriously susceptible to sleep drugs.

Purple Avenger’s jaw dropped as she watched helplessly. The men lifted the limp captured heroine up, and placed her in a coffinlike wooden crate. There was a canister fastened to the inside, with a clear hose and mask attached. That was placed over her mouth and nose to keep her asleep during the journey. And then they used the straps within to secure Ninja Girl to the bottom of the crate.

“I’m so sorry,” Purple Avenger whispered as they nailed the crate closed. It was placed in the back of a delivery van, which left immediately. And the video ended with a close up of Wicked Wanda wagging her brows. The heroine’s delicate hand tightened around the phone. “Just you wait, witch! I’m going to wipe that smug look off your face forever!”

Purple Avenger ripped the door off its hinges. She rushed inside to look for clues, evidence to put the witch away. They’d done a stellar job clearing the site up. She found where hidden camera’s had been mounted. But nothing else but a single piece of paper.

A note left in Wicked Wanda’s elaborate, feminine handwriting:

Ninja Girl, AKA Kameko Moto, has been removed as a threat. Even now she is in a crate heading to an overseas master. Never to be seen or heard from again. So sad. Love, Wanda.

xxxooo

Jumping on her bike, Purple Avenger raced over to Club Ga Ga. It proved later than she realized. The dance club was dark. Empty. Closed. Even Wicked Wanda’s luxury penthouse atop the five story structure was dark. Purple Avenger wanted to go up so badly, but security lights suddenly snapped on, an alarm started whooping.

Half-blinded by the sudden, intense spotlights, the busty beauty hit the gas and tore out of there. The angry shouts of security men followed her, including a few gunshots. She just raced away, her mind already on the problem of penetrating the lair of such a rich and magically powerful woman.

“This is not over, witch,” Purple Avenger snarled, glancing back. “Now it’s personal.”