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Purple Avenger: Doppelganger Blues

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 4

Emerald green eyes glowed in the candlelit conjuring room. The naked witch’s spectacular body glistened with sweat. She panted from her physical and mental efforts, but it would be worth all the effort.

Before her, in the middle of a very large pentacle drawn on the black marble floor, lay her latest creation. A roughly woman sized and shaped clay figure lay spread-eagle. Wicked Wanda guessed Purple Avenger’s height and weight as best she could. The homunculus might be a little larger or smaller, but close enough.

There were two slit-like openings in the clay figure: chest and groin. The raven-maned witch carefully dropped a little bit of Purple Avenger’s blood into the chest cavity while singing her spell, and then put some pubic hairs in the hole between its legs. Only then did she push closed and smooth over the two openings.

Returning to the bronze cauldron on whispering bare feet, Wicked Wanda continued singing her enchantment as she added the rest of Purple Avenger’s gathered blood and pubic hairs. A great groan rose up from the hot, bubbling brew, followed by a noxious eruption of gas.

Her soft, barely whispered spell became louder and louder as she stirred the insidious concoction with a bronze ladle. The witch watched the liquid slowly change color, excitement building. It began to glow a pale purple. She continued her spell, until it was the perfect shade of purple. The heroine’s preferred shade, in fact.

A wicked smile spread across her face. She scooped up a ladle full of the magic liquid and hurried to the pentacle. The spell went into its final phase as she drenched the clay figure with the magic potion. Two. Three. Five ladles of potion. The clay figure started to writhe after the third.

By this time Wicked Wanda was all but shouting her spell. The candles flared up, lighting the chamber like high noon. She started a very specific dance around the pentacle, her feet falling on a series of powerful runes drawn on the floor.

The clay figure started to buck.

Wicked Wanda intensified her dance, while singing her spell as the top of her lungs. It quickly turned into a frenzy. She felt possessed by the magic. So the witch surrendered to it, and reveled in the pure power of the universe flowing through her.

“UGH!” the homunculus grunted.

There was a loud pop, and the homunculus began to glow.

“Yes! I did it,” she cried. Collapsing to all fours, huffing and puffing as she stared in wonder at the glowing figure. “I just have to wait for the spell to finish.”

Her part was over. It took twelve hours for the magic to transform the clay into a perfect replica of the target person. In twelve hours the witch would have a perfect doppelganger of Purple Avenger. A very naked and maskless doppelganger, at that.

“I will know who is hiding behind the mask soon enough,” she purred, eyes narrowing. “And then the fun will begin.”

~**~**~

Wicked Wanda rubbed her glossy red lips together as she stared into the vanity mirror. Perfect. She fluffed her shimmering black mane, and then stood with a satisfied smile. The naked witch then headed out into her bedroom. Her outfit for the day waited for her on the bed.

Sitting on the bed, the shapely witch pulled on black thigh-high stockings that fit snug and didn’t require garters. Next, she slipped on black Christian Louboutin stilettos with a cord that crisscrossed up her calf. The shoe’s leather had cut-outs all over, giving it a lacy look. Then she picked up the strapless black, double-slitted silk gown. The corset top held it tightly on her amazing body, displaying her large boobs and deep cleavage to perfection.

Red satin opera gloves and matching choker finished out her look. Wicked Wanda added a few silver bangles and large hoop earrings as an afterthought.

Darius snapped to attention and grunted when she stepped out of her bedroom. Indeed, all four of her henchmen did double-takes. The desire in their eyes was so amusing, and nothing less than she expected. All men stared at her like that.

“What’s up first, boss?” Darius asked.

The six foot eight black man wore a black suit, black shirt, and black tie. Bobby, Teddy, and Hector also wore black suits, but with white shirts and red ties. All four stood between six five and six eight, and all were Afghan vets.

They looked excited, not entirely by her sexy attire. It was Saturday, and her Wednesday and Saturday nights were usually spent with her boys. Sperm was a common ingredient in potions. Her henchmen provided all she could use, and then some. And she had a wonderful time, while giving them the best “bonus” a henchman could hope for.

She glanced at the clock. Just past 4 PM. Wicked Wanda could already hear the late afternoon traffic five floors down. Sugar Town started coming alive around three on the weekends, and built to a red light district crescendo around 1 AM.

Club Ga Ga down on the ground floor occupied the first two levels of her building. The dance club opened at nine. She usually had two sessions with her boys: 6 to 9 and midnight to 3 AM. So she had time to finish up her little passion project.

“My homunculus spell is about to end,” she said, starting toward her conjuring room. “After I finished putting her together, we’ll get her started down on the streets.” Wicked Wanda gave them a smoldering look. “And then I’ll rock your worlds.”

All four men trembled, looks of bliss spreading across their faces. Indeed, she noticed bulges growing between their legs.

Men are so easy, she thought with a smirk. “Wait here. I’ll be back shortly.”

Wicked Wanda strode through the opulent penthouse, heels clattering on the expensive hardwood floor. Nothing about the design or décor cried “witch.” She lived like a millionaire.

Entering, and carefully closing the door, she looked upon her creation. The homunculus still lay spread-eagle in the pentacle, and continued to glow brightly. So brightly the witch couldn’t make out any facial features. Yet, she notice wonderful changes since she left for bed ten hours earlier.

“Oh my, you have a very impressive body, my little pet,” she purred, slowly walking around the pentacle. The transmutation spell took exactly twelve hours to run its course, and she’d ignited the spell at 4:14 AM.

It was 4:13 PM.

The glow cocooning the homunculus began to fade. The magical creature within writhed, with a few unearthly yeows and cries. It was quite obvious the creature was feminine, with a shapely body to rival Wicked Wanda’s own.

The witch bit her lip, breathing quickening, as the glow faded and faded. And then it just vanished, and the doppelganger’s back arched up.

“Aaaaggh. Oooooh.”

“Sing for me, baby,” Wicked Wanda whispered. “Kneel.”

The doppelganger’s brown eyes turned purple – glowing purple – for a moment as she looked around. Then she slowly rolled over onto all fours, before sitting back on her legs and giving the witch a calculating look.

“Why was I summoned, mortal?” she demanded, voice starting out deep and sinister like something out of Hell, but quickly turned into Purple Avenger’s voice.

“”Shhh, demoness. I’m in command here,” she said, eyes narrowing. “You are a succubus, correct?”

“I am,” she purred, suddenly turning sensual. “I will make your body sing.”

“Perfect,” Wicked Wanda said. Homunculi were animated by summoned demons. For her purposes, the witch sought and captured a sex demon. “I promise you’ll have rich harvest while serving me.”

A hungry look filled the doppelganger’s lovely face. “Mmmm, human souls are delicious. The souls of witches are tastier. And Amazon witch souls are the tastiest of all.”

“No doubt,” she replied. “But I’ll tell you whose soul you can harvest. Understand?”

“I am yours to command, witch,” she said.

“Do you know who you are?” Wicked Wanda asked.

“Yes. Your spell was exceptionally well-conceived and executed,” she said. “I received a full transfer of Tanika Grayson’s memories. So, am I serving you as the Assistant District Attorney, or as the super heroine Purple Avenger?”

“Both,” she replied with wicked glee. “I am going to utterly destroy her in every way, before I claim her body and soul.”

“I get her soul.”

Wicked Wanda shrugged. “As long as Purple Avenger’s body and mind remain alive and functioning, you can have her wretched soul.” She indicated a table in the corner. “Purple Avenger’s costume is over there. Put it on.”

She watched the doppelganger sensuously rise to her bare feet, and saunter over. By the time she reached the table, she walked with Purple Avenger’s usual swagger. The magical creature quickly pulled on the purple bikini. Then she put on the purple thigh boots Wicked Wanda purchased, along with the gloves, choker, and mask.

“Oh! That’s interesting,” the doppelganger cried, eyes huge after putting on Purple Avenger’s silver power belt. “The belt’s magic works on me. I am a super heroine now.”

“You will be after we eliminate Purple Avenger,” the witch said. “But first, tonight we are going to ruin Purple Avenger’s sterling reputation.”

“Oh. How, pray tell, will wedo that?”

“By yousucking and fucking every bad boy in Sugar Town. Very publically sucking and fucking them, I might add.”

The doppelganger’s face lit up with wicked glee. Wicked Wanda noticed her nipples poking hard against the costume top’s fabric. The only being hornier than a super heroine was a succubus.

The witch led the way out of the conjuring room. “Come, my Faux Avenger.”

The doppelganger barked a laugh. “I like it. I will be Faux Avenger, while pretending to be Purple Avenger.”

Wicked Wanda said nothing. Faux Avenger was as good a name for the doppelganger as any. In truth, she rather liked it.

“Wow. She looks exactly like the real thing, boss,” Darius said, perking up when the doppelganger stuck a sexy look-at-me pose. “Are we going to get a taste, too?”

“Later,” the busty witch said. “I don’t want you to wear yourself out with her. I have needs, too.”

She led Faux Avenger to a small balcony overlooking the dark alley in back. Her magic found four homeless men down there, drunk and passed out. A hooker was knocking one out at one end of the alley, on her knees sucking off a man. A pusher was making a sale in the night shadows at the other end. No one was in a position to see anything happening behind Club Ga Ga.

“You can drop down into the alley here, and then hit the streets,” Wicked Wanda said. “I’ll be watching from the roof deck. I expect you to put on very public show.”

“My pleasure,” Faux Avenger said, and vaulted over the side.

~**~**~

Faux Avenger hit the concrete feet first, knees bending to absorb the impact. Even without the power belts, she could’ve survived that five story drop. As a homunculus, she had no bones or organs to break or rupture. Well, she had a vagina. She doubted she’d be lucky enough to find anyone capable of breaking it.

I can hope.

She found a sleeping man. The stench of alcohol wafted up. She lifted a disapproving brow, and then glanced back at the balcony. Her witch-mistress had gone back inside. Perfect.

Faux Avenger quickly rolled the man on his back, unzipped his pants, and pulled out a limp dick. She lowered her masked face, and started licking, kissing, and nuzzling his cock and balls. He immediately began moaning, writhing. And his prick got rock hard in her hot, wet mouth.

Not awake yet?she thought. How drunk is he?

Soon, Faux Avenger was bobbing up and down his shaft, moaning wantonly. It’d been centuries since she’d been on the mortal realm. Sucking demon cock was so much different than human. She preferred human.

“Mmmm, baby,” she purred, pulling out as she moved up to straddle him. Yanking her costume bottoms to the side, Faux Avenger guided his erection to her achy, needy pussy. A deep, satisfied groan bubbled up when he penetrated her, sliding in deep, deep, deep into her warm velvety goodness. “That feels so good.”

The busty doppelganger began to bounce up and down his shaft, hands fondling her own very sensitive tits. It didn’t take much of that before the homeless wretch woke up with big eyes.

“Shhh. Just relax and enjoy, lover boy,” she purred, pulling his hands up to play with her tits.

He didn’t last long after that. A few more bounces, and she felt him release deep inside her. As always, cum pushed her over the top. Faux Avenger’s insides erupted with white hot bliss.

“Aaaagggh! Oh baby, baby,” she cried. “You are the man!”

Faux Avenger grabbed his face in both hands, claiming his lips in a long, demanding kiss. But as she pulled away, her mouth remained open and she used her power. A white mistlike glow flowed out of his mouth, and into her.

“Mmmm, your soul was delicious,” she purred, noticing all life had left his eyes. Yet, he remained alive. Her witch-mistress hadn’t given her permission to kill. “I’d tell you to enjoy your life, but that’ll be impossible without a soul.”

The shapely doppelganger strode down the alley. She was running late, and her mistress expected to see her out and about, giving the most wonderful pleasure to all comers. Her return to the mortal realm would be spectacular!

As she passed by the hooker giving a BJ, the man stared open-mouthed at her. Looking more than a little guilty, too. So she winked, and kissed him. As she pulled away, Faux Avenger ripped his soul away as well.

Now I have to behave, she thought, striding out into the neon lit street. All eyes locked on her right off. Quite thrilling. She got all tingly hot inside. And then she spotted a man Purple Avenger always had her eye on: Thor Stormhardt. The tall, lanky blond pimp was dressed in all white. He struck quite a figure, too.

“Looks tasty,” she purred softly, striking out towards him.

Faux Avenger worked it as she headed for the notorious pimp. Thor looked like he wanted to run away, but that turned into grim determination. People started moving away from him.

“You ain’t got nothing on me, Purple Avenger!”

“Not yet,” she purred, stopping to strike a sassy pose before him. She wagged her brows up at the tall pimp. “But I want to put something on you. My lipstick on your big, beautiful dipstick.”

“My lawyer said… What?”

She giggled, stepped up close, and held his eyes while she unzipped him. Thor’s cock almost sprang out when she reached in for it. Faux Avenger only had to give him a few strokes before the pimp was rock hard.

“By the way, I’ve decided to use my powers for fun and profit,” she purred. “From now on, you have to give me half your earnings.”

“What?”

Faux Avenger dropped to her knees, and went down on him like a boss. Thor gasped, rising up on his toes. As a succubus, she could read men better than any mire human. She instantly knew how to give him the most intense blowjob of his life. All the while, she stared up into his eyes. Refused to release his eyes.

When Thor came, she thrust her power in through his eyes. She saw the change immediately. The pimp was hers to command.

“Whenever you see me, you will immediately give me my share of the money, and then fuck me stupid. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Before she could reply, two men in suits approached with looks of awe. Two identical men.

“Oh my, I haven’t been double-penetrated by twins in ages!”