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Purple Avenger: Doppelganger Blues

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 7

Heads turned at the sound of Tanika’s stilettos on the cold tile. She kept her eyes on the closed door of the Grimme City District Attorney’s offices. Men stopped walking to watch her, while others were a bit more covert in their hungry stares.

Normally, the sexy, sassy African-American found such open admiration exhilarating. She put a lot of time and effort into her body and clothes, so wanted people to appreciate her efforts and natural charms. But Wicked Wanda sullied it all.

“God as my witness,” Tanika whispered. “You’ll pay dearly Wicked Wanda.”

Her mind traveled back to Friday night, and that terrible setback. She lost her friend and comrade, Ninja Girl. There were only four men, but the witch’s magic allowed them to ravish their captives over and over and over again. It was a long night, but she escaped to fight another day. Ninja Girl was another story, and now languished in sexual slavery.

It that wasn’t bad enough, some oversexed bitch of a doppelganger was out and about fucking everyone and his brother while dressed as Purple Avenger. And now all the bad guys acted crazy, one and all obsessed with banging her. And bang her they did. Nonstop.

I swear, I’ve been fucked more the last three days than the previous three years, she thought, reaching the DA Office door main entrance. Tanika glanced back at the staring men. So much raw lust. Had Wicked Wanda or her doppelganger been there already? Lord, help me. They almost broke me Saturday, and last night wasn’t much better.

After being lost in sexual bliss most of the weekend, thanks to a combination of Wicked Wanda’s magic and the Curse of the Valkyrie, Tanika found Monday morning in court pure hell. The defendant was a man her alter ego arrested, but not until after he and seven of his friends captured her first and spent two days passing her around like a half-priced crack whore.

So hard to concentrate this morning, she thought, passing through the door. Every time he looks at me I get flashbacks to those two… Ugh. So hard.

Tanika stopped dead in her tracks. Why did everyone else stop to stare at her? Bill, Fred, Damian, and Ana looked a little too happy to see her. Yeah, she was getting a very unprofessional vibe from one and all.

“You changed clothes,” Damian said. “Shame.”

“What?”

She wore the same black jacket, pencil skirt, and heels that she started the day in. Her wig of long, dark brown hair was the same as well, though a little tousled after all the wind outside. Maybe he thought she’d changed because her jacket was open now, revealing the while silk top underneath. And even if she did change clothes, it wasn’t appropriate to mention it.

“I can’t talk right now,” she said, and hurried into the break room. Tanika found her lunch of leftover spaghetti, microwaved it piping hot, and headed for her office. She closed the door in the hopes no one would bother her. “The less contact with men I have, the better.”

She understood that after a long, hard weekend like she had, the Valkyrie Curse still had a little hold on her. Any man would find her much easier to seduce, but someone she knew and trusted like a coworker might not have any trouble at all. Best to keep everyone at arm’s length until her mind and body could completely recover.

Sitting down at her desk, spaghetti steaming before her, Tanika picked at her favorite food while her mind returned to the previous night. Specifically how she ended her night – a midnight to 4 AM gangbang. Hell, Purple Avenger hit the streets at 10 AM, and bounced from one sexual encounter to another until that final gangbang. Gangbanged by a street gang atop the hood of a Corvette. In the middle of the street. For four long hours.

My God, I put on a helluva show, too. So humiliating now.

Not the least bit humiliating at the time. Nope. She was in full Valkyrie Curse mode by the time the gangbangers grabbed her. Not only did she not put up a fight, but she practically dared them to gangbang her.

Cell phone video of that gangbang, and many of her other setbacks that weekend, were already up on online. She’d heard lawyers, men she knew professionally, excitedly discussing the “Purple Avenger sexcapades” in hushed tones. It was going to be so hard to look them in the eyes in the future.

Her phone dinged. Tanika tensed, and then pulled it out of her purse. She cringed when it proved to be what she feared – another Purple Avenger video. It was broad daylight. Tons of bystanders watching. She saw so many phones lifted up to record their encounter.

Despite wanting to just put her phone away, the busty beauty tapped on the link. A crystal clear video came up of her being held between two men. Her silver power belt lay on the ground at her feet. Kid Rotten stepped into frame, his hands roaming her shapely body as she wiggled and gasped.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Saturday. Around one. Why that one?”

Tanika bit her lip, struggling to breathe as she watched those men reduce her to a trembling wretch, practically begging to be ravished. Her legs pressed together, sliding back and forth as her pussy ached and throbbed with need. Yeah, Kid was good. He knew how to reduce a Valkyrie woman to a puddle of lust. She watched as her pathetic struggles turned into sensuous writhing. The hunger, the LUST, consumed her masked face as he pressed even closer, lifting her chin.

The ADA’s glossy lips parted ever so slightly as she watched herself offer up her lips to the infamous pimp. He claimed those lips like he owned them. And she knew, at that moment, he did own her lips, her heart, her body.

Her office door opened as she watched Kid claiming her lips, a wanton escaping her lips and on the video. She quickly closed that app, and turned off her phone before looking up at her boss.

“Wow. You really are into me,” he said with a shit-eating grin. “You’re moaning and groaning before I even get into the office.”

Her jaw dropped. What did that mean? Why was he looking at her like a tastiest piece of candy in the store? And why did he close and lock the door?

Heart racing, Tanika looked around for something, anything to save her. Ever so often, Hanson got it in his head that she wanted him. Or that they should have a “closer relationship.” Right now was not a good time for that to happen, what with her already so aroused and terribly vulnerable.

“I’m… I’m due back in court at – ”

“In two hours,” he said. “Yes, I know. That means we’ll have plenty of time.”

“Plenty of time?”

And then she spotted the bulge in his trousers. Such a big bulge, too. Her breath whooshed out, and her throat tightened. A vision of her going down on him, or taking him all the way into her mouth, and…

What am I thinking? she thought, frantic. I have to escape, before…

“You look very professional now, but I still prefer the other outfit,” he said, moving behind her desk. “I can’t wait to get you out of it.”

Hanson pulled her out of the chair. She yanked her arm free, and backed away. He grinned wolfishly, following step for step.

“There you go. Play hard to get,” he said, voice dropping an octave. He wasn’t wearing a tie, so just started unbuttoning his shirt. “And you did warn me you would put up a fight.”

“I did?”

Tanika’s mind ran a mile a minute. When did she tell him that? She didn’t recall having that conversation, and why did me mention another outfit? And then the wall stopped her.

“Uh-oh,” she whispered, eyes huge. “Boss. We can’t do this. It’s wrong. It’s unprofessional. I mean… I mean…”

“Shhh,” he said, laying a finger on her lips. “We’ve already done it. So, in for a penny, in for a pound.”

What does that mean? When did we have sex?

The beautiful Assistant DA looked up into her boss’s arrogant, triumphant eyes. That was the same look Kid gave her when he claimed her on the street in Sugar Town Saturday afternoon. The same look from the video she’d just been watching. The same look that melted the panties off her.

“Lord help me, this is so…” Tanika said, tilting her head and offering her lips despite knowing it was the Curse making her do it. Hanson didn’t hesitate. He claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. …so wrong!

Hanson’s hands were all over her in a flash. He was good. Too good. After a few minutes of kissing and heaving fondling, her hands began to roam, too. And then, they began stripping each other. Before she knew it, Tanika found herself up against the wall, wearing on her black stilettos.

The DA dropped his trousers and boxers down around his angles, and then pressed her hard against the wall. That’s when he released her lips and kissed his way down to her boobs.

“Oh yes,” she purred. “Oh, baby, yes.”

That outburst stopped Tanika. Where did that come from? And then he grabbed her butt on both hands, lifting her off her feet. The gorgeous ADA knew what to do. She reached down between them, wrapped long, delicate fingers around his long, thick shaft, and guided him to her entrance.

“You’re the best, Tanika,” he growled in her ear, and THUST.

“Uggh!” she cried, suddenly impaled.

He completely sheathed his cock in the first thrust. Tanika felt filled up to the max. Her head rolled back, eyes closing, as she moaned and groaned. Hanson started kissing and sucking on her slender neck, while pounding into her like a man possessed.

Tanika felt that massive cock profoundly. It consumed her being, sliding in and out, over and over. The most beautiful feelings filled in insides, making her fingers and toes tingle. And then she felt it. Every thus pushed her closer and closer. It felt like a big one. And then…

“Aaaaaagggh,” she cried, her insides erupting. Wave after incredible wave of pleasure swept through her spectacular body. She clutched him tightly, trembling in ecstasy. “Oooooooh.”

“Like that did you?”

“Yeesssss.”

“Good, because I took a little blue pill,” he whispered into her ear.

Her big brown eyes were huge. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Hanson said.

He pulled out and away, grabbed the hair on the back of her head, and thrust Tanika over the desk. Before she understood what happened, the DA moved behind her and thrust back into her.

“Uggh! Again?”

“I haven’t finished.”

Yanking her hair, swatting her sweetly rounded butt, Tanika’s boss fucked her through two more amazing climaxes. And then, he pulled out, slide up a few inches, and thrust deep into her bunghole.

“Aaaiiiiee!”

“I knew you’d like that,” he gasped, thrusting into her like crazy.

“You are so bad.”

“And you love it,” he said.

Oh God, he’s right, she thought. I do.