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Purple Avenger: Doppelganger Blues

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 9

Cracking the stairwell door open, Purple Avenger peeked out to ensure there weren’t any witnesses to sound the alarm. A heroine inside a hooker hotel sent everyone rushing out.

She rushed out into the corridor and moved with purpose to the northeast corner. There was a very large balcony there.

Purple Avenger’s eyes were drawn to one door after another by the muted sounds of debauchery. She heard the distinct sound of spanking from one room, with the hooker gasping and crying out after each spank, begging for more. Squeaking bed sounds came out of another room, while yet another had a female voice shouting, “Bad boy. Bad, bad boy.”

Stopping before the northeast corner room, she pressed her ear to the door and listened. Nothing. So she pulled out her lock picking tools and quickly opened the door. The room was dark, the bed made. She smelled stale sex, cheap perfume, and cigarettes. Both windows were open to let in the evening breeze.

The busty beauty went to the first window and poked her head through, turning to look up. The railing was a good ten feet above her head. Ten feet of masonry. She noted hand and footholds aplenty. Also, ten feet wasn’t beyond her ability to jump, but there was no ledge, so almost impossible to jump straight up.

I guess I’m going to climb.

Not her favorite thing.

That was all the introspection she needed. Purple Avenger quickly crawled out the window, found her first handhold, and started upwards. The building’s fancy brickwork made for easy climbing, so the scantily clad African-American made it up to the balcony, and over the rail, within just a few minutes.

They’re home, she through, hearing music drifting out from the penthouse.

Hurrying up to the French doors, she spotted four men she knew intimately. Too intimately since Friday night, in fact. Darius, Bobby, Hector, and Teddy were drinking beer, smoking cigars, and playing poker.

Very carefully, she tested the door knob. Locked, but the door opened inward. So Purple Avenger moved ten feet back and then charged the door. She kicked right next to the knob with all her strength and momentum, smashing the doors open. It sounded like a grenade went out as that wood gave and shattered. Glass also shattered, adding to the din. Bobby fell out of his chair, while Darius fell straight back when he tried to get up too fast. Hector and Teddy managed to keep their feet as they reached for useless pistols.

Purple Avenger went straight at Hector, the closest man standing. His pistol came out, swing toward her. The shapely heroine leapt up and spun in midair, purple-booted foot kicking the back of his hand.

“Aaaiiee!” Hector cried, his weapon clattering away across the tile floor. “You broke my hand, you stupid bitch!”

Cradling his right hand to his chest, Hector took a swing at her with the left. She easily blocked the left cross, and then snapped a foot up between his legs. Hector looked very sick as he collapsed to his knees.

Teddy opened fire on her. Pap-pap-pap!

Yeah, he got three shots off. Her power belt protected her from the bullets. How hard was that to remember? Why did the bad guys continue to shoot at heroines? Idiots.

Rushing Teddy, she dropped low and swept his legs out from under him. Teddy hit the floor with a grunt, even as she surged back up to kicked up, around, and down into the thug’s chest. All of his breath burst out, leaving him a gasping mess.

Darius smashed a chair across her shoulders. Purple Avenger grunted, stumbling away. It hurt, but didn’t disable her. No, her stumble was in part acting meant to give her object of power time to heal her very minor injury. When Darius pressed his attack, she spun around into a roundhouse to the side of his head.

As the big black man fell to the side, Bobby came charging straight at her. He tackled her around the waist, driving the black beauty to the hard floor. Her head bounced off the tile. Hurt like Hell. But she’d been hit harder before. It just pissed her off, and Purple Avenger started pounding Bobby mercilessly with fists, elbows, and knees.

They rolled on the floor, pounding each other, with her ending up on top. The shapely heroine then unleashed on his face and head, pounding him with all she had. The super heroine proved too strong and fast, and Bobby went limp beneath her.

“That was too easy on you four,” she growled, eyes glaring around. They were all down for the count. She pulled zip-ties from her left thigh boot, and quickly hogtied the defeated thugs. “Now to put that bitch of a witch down.”

Purple Avenger moved deeper into the luxuriously appointed penthouse. She shook her head. It was so wrong that bad people lived so well. Hell, she was a lawyer and earned in the top ten percent, but couldn’t afford half of the things she saw. There was artwork worth more than she’d made in her entire career.

Wicked Wanda was five years her senior, at thirty-five. She also didn’t have to spend most of her twenties in college, if she even went to college. As far as Purple Avenger knew, Wicked Wanda apprenticed all of her childhood to become a witch, and was out committing crimes well before she turned twenty. She’d been a working criminal for over fifteen years, building up her ill-gotten wealth.

“It ends tonight,” Purple Avenger muttered. “And I return all this stolen wealth to the poor people she took it from.”

“Oh my, aren’t you the sexiest little Robin Hood in town,” a feminine voice said.

Purple Avenger froze two steps inside another large living room. She looked to the left to find… Herself.

“The doppelganger!”

“I prefer Faux Avenger,” she purred, sensually rolling off the chase lounge she’d been resting upon.

The heroine’s jaw dropped. The doppelganger was flawless. A perfect replica of her. Well, except for the glowing eyes.

The two Purple Avengers began slowly circling. Each stayed ready to counter a sudden attack. Purple Avenger wondered if her doppelganger’s fighting skills were as perfectly matched as her physical appearance.

“You’re very pretty,” Faux Avenger said.

“You’re a little fat.”

Faux Avenger laughed. “Actually, I’m a about an inch shorter and a few pounds lighter, Mommy Dearest.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry, but I came from you loins. Sort of,” Faux Avenger said. “My mistress created me using some of your pubic hairs, blood, and cum.”

“Ewww,” she cried. “Disgusting. But I studied up on doppelgangers. You’re either some two-bit whore with a glamour spell placed on you, or a demoness if your creation story is correct.”

“Succubus, actually.”

Purple Avenger’s face twisted in disgust. “That explains so much.”

Faux Avenger winked. “I had a wonderful time getting all the boys and girls of Sugar Town addicted to purple pussy, and then unleashing them on your sweet, very receptive ass.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ha! How was lunch break today? DA Hanson proved quite virile with me around midmorning,” Faux Avenger purred, while the heroine’s face heated up red-hot. “And I told him to come to your office at noon, for more good times. You did take good care of him? From the look on your face, the answer is YES!”

“Bitch, you ruined my reputation!”

“Oh, poo. That’s a stupid job. Just a bunch of people talking at each other,” Faux Avenger said. “Now, being sexy Purple Avenger is so much more fun. All the boys come running to sink into that tight pussy. And they are going to give you lots and lots of money. You don’t need a job anymore.” She winked again. “You’re welcome.”

Purple Avenger’s shame and humiliation turned into white-hot rage. She growled, dropping lower while her body prepared to FIGHT.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson in respect, demoness. And then I’m going to send you back to Hell.”

“Hell is my hometown, girl. It’s not a curse for me.”

The busty heroine paused. What? Then why were demons always trying to get out and into the real world?

That was the opening Faux Avenger wanted. She launched a blistering attack, using all of the cunning and fighting skills she inherited from the heroine. Purple Avenger found herself on the defensive, backing up as she struggled to fend off her doppelganger’s fists and feet.

They fought to a standstill, both huffing and puffing. She glared daggers at the doppelganger, wondering how she could defeat an opponent who possessed every skill and advantage she had. Hell, the doppelganger even had one of her power belts.

She might possess some demon attributes I don’t have.

Faux Avenger appeared to relax as she looked over Purple Avenger’s shoulder. The heroine saw her opening. But then the doppelganger smiled past her.

“Hello, mistress. I kept her occupied for you.”

“No!” Purple Avenger cried, and whirled around to face… An open door. “What?”

“Oopsy,” Faux Avenger whispered in her ear, one hand grabbing a fistful of hair. “Rookie mistake. It’s gonna hurt, sweetie.”

The doppelganger pounded one fist after another into first her right, and then her left kidney. The pain proved exquisite. It left her momentarily paralyzed. And then Faux Avenger lifted her up, and threw her against the wall.

“Ugh!” she cried upon impact, and fell into a limp heap on the floor.

Faux Avenger snatched her up again, and threw her across the room to slam into the stone fireplace. Again, she dropped to the floor, unable to think, much less move and defend herself.

That’s when Darius led Hector, Teddy, and Bobby into the room. They looked pissed.

“Oh, fuck me,” Purple Avenger groaned softly, feeling strength slowly bleeding back into her body and limbs.

“We will, sweetie,” Faux Avenger purred. “I promise, we will fuck you soundly.”

Darius was on her in a flash, removing her power belt first thing. She groaned miserably as any chance of super strength went away. And then Faux Avenger pulled a knife out of a drawer, and CUT her power belt into five pieces!

“What the hell!”

“Oops, was that important?”

Hector ripped off the heroine’s top, while Bobby and Teddy grabbed her arms. Faux Avenger pulled a straight-back chair up next to her. The hapless heroine was forced to bend over the back of the chair. Her ankles were zip-tied to the back legs of the chair, while her arms were pulled back and zip-tied together. Yeah, they used zip-ties from her own boots.

While Bobby ripped her skimp bikini bottoms away, Darius palmed the back of her head and slowly thrust his ginormous cock into her mouth. The heroine’s eyes got huge as he pushed all the way to the back of her throat. And then Teddy moved up too close and personal behind her.

“Here’s the payoff,” Teddy gasped as he thrust into her sopping wet pussy. “Oh man, she’s tight as a virgin, and ready to play.”

After the previous three days of setbacks, the gorgeous super heroine found it hard to resist. It felt too good for her own good. She started grunting and groaning, and after a few minutes she began to suck on Darius’ cock. So shameful.

I don’t want to give them so much pleasure!

But her Valkyrie body was made for pleasure, and she was only too aware of the fact. Every gift came with an equally terrible curse. Though, it was hard to think of the Valkyrie Curse as terrible at the moment.

“Mmmmmgh,” she moaned. Slurp. Sssslurp. “Mmmmggh.”

Her body began to tingle, getting hotter and hotter. Purple Avenge wiggled and struggled, but it only intensified her pleasure. The two guys seemed to get more excited, too. And then her belly started tingling and throbbing, rising up closer and closer.

Purple Avenger groaned, both in misery and pleasure. So wrong to enjoy it so much. So wrong of them to enjoy fucking her helpless body so much. Just so wrong. And yet…

“Aaaaaggh!” she screamed around Darius’ cock.

Her insides pulsed with erotic pleasure, over and over and over again. That climax made her entire body sing. Her mind went blank, and she doubled down on sucking Darius’ dick. Teddy began to thrust harder and deeper, faster and faster. She felt him become frantic when his fingers dug painfully into her hips.

And she came again. “Aaaaaagggh.”

“Oh hell yes!” Teddy cried, pulling out to come all over her sweet round butt.

Purple Avenger climaxed a third time. The feel of that hot, sticky seed slathering her butt proved too much. And that’s when Darius thrust harder, and forced his way down her throat. He thrust all the way in, until her lips encircled the base of his cock.

And then he came down her throat.

Hector took Teddy’s place in her pussy, before pulling out and shoved it up her asshole. She just froze, eyes huge. Darius’ cock down her throat kept the shapely heroine from screaming.

“She felt that,” Faux Avenger laughed. “Come on, Bobby. Fuck that beautiful masked face. When you two are done, we get the pleasure of escorting Miss Purple Pussy to her new and forever mistress, Wicked Wanda.”