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Purple Avenger: Doppelganger Blues

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 10

“Enjoy your little mini gangbang, sweetie?” Faux Avenger asked.

Purple Avenger swallowed Bobby’s load, cut her eyes over to the doppelganger, and gave a brief nod. Then she slowly pulled off his cock with a loud slurp.

No. Admit nothing, she silently scolded herself, tugging at her bound wrists. And when did I start believing four men in all three orifices was a MINI gangbang?

Faux Avenger barked a laugh and turned on a heel. As the doppelganger headed toward a side table, Darius grabbed a fistful of the hapless heroine’s hair. Hector cut her ankles free of the chair, and then Darius forced Purple Avenger to her knees.

She watched her doppelganger pick up a coiled up leash and an open steel collar. Faux Avenger locked very wicked eyes on her as she returned. Purple Avenger looked the other woman over breathlessly.

Do I really look that amazing when I walk? she wondered. Or is the succubus within her able to amp that strut up with magic?

Faux Avenger struck a sexy pose before her, leaned over, and tapped the bottom of the heroine’s chin. A thrill slithered up Purple Avenger’s spine as her eyes locked on the open slave collar. Then she lifted her chin high, giving her captor easier access to her neck. The doppelganger held her eyes while she slowly placed the cold steel around her neck.

“You are a collared sex slave now, Tanika,” she said.

Faux Avenger cupped the stunned heroine’s cheek, leaned over, and kissed her. Kissed her long and sensuously. Purple Avenger pushed into the kiss, moaning, until she realized what she was doing.

“No,” Purple Avenger said, averting her face.

“Mmm, we taste good,” Faux Avenger purred. “And I enjoyed it just as much as you, sweetie.”

The doppelganger snapped the leash to the collar. She gave it a little tug up. Purple Avenger gracefully rose to her stiletto-heeled feet. And then they kissed again, both women groaning softly.

“When we have sex tonight, and we will have a lot of sex,” Faux Avenger whispered, holding Purple Avenger’s eyes. “Will that be considered masturbation? We are the same person.”

“Shut up,” Purple Avenger said. “It’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t joking.” She gave the captive’s boobs a firm squeeze. “You are the original, version 1, Purple Avenger. I am the new and improved Purple Avenger, version 2.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, now that you are a diminished woman, a sex slave who will be fucked twenty-four seven from this night forward,” Faux Avenger said. “I will take your place as both Tanika and Purple Avenger. While I’ll continue fucking and subjugating the pimps and pushers of Sugar Town, I’m also thinking that Tanika needs a career change. Screw law. I’m about to become a porn star.”

“No! Don’t do that to me!”

“Sorry, fuck toys don’t give orders,” the doppelganger said. “You obey. You do what you are told. Period.”

Faux Avenger turned on a heel, and strode toward a closed door. Purple Avenger was forced to follow. The heroine offered no resistance, since her mind was in utter chaos. Capture was bad enough, but now Faux Avenger wasn’t even going to allow her to go down with honor. Instead, her good names – heroine and civilian – would be sullied in the most salacious ways.

They passed through a long, dark hallway. Their stilettos echoed so loudly, sounding so ominous to the helpless heroine. She didn’t have to be told where they were going. Within a minute or so, she would be presented to her new mistress – Wicked Wanda.

The four thugs followed them, wearing only their boxers. Yeah, that didn’t bode well for the poor heroine. Her heart raced whenever she thought about it, so she tried to just clear her mind.

They emerged next to a chef’s kitchen, as part of an open concept great room. The two-story high ceilings, wall of windows, and comfortable looking furnishings were all shades of white, looking light and airy. So Wicked Wanda really popped in that sea of white.

The raven-maned witch wore a black PVC body suit with high cut legs, long sleeves, and a round boob window. The outfit laced up the front, and at the closure around her neck. She also wore a pair of the brightest red patent thigh boots.

“Mistress, may I present to you, Purple Avenger,” Faux Avenger said. “Your newest sex slave.”

Purple Avenger stood tall and proud before the very happy looking witch. Wicked Wanda stood up from the white leather couch, before slowly walking around her newest acquisition. One hand trailed across the slave’s silky smooth skin. The heroine noticed she avoided touching any and all cum.

“You are gorgeous,” Wicked Wanda purred. “And so defiant in defeat.” She jerked her hand away, glancing down at it with annoyance. “And so nasty.”

The witch chanted under her breath, making intricate hand signs. Purple Avenger felt her skin heating up, before realizing it was only the skin slathered in cum. In less than a minute the cooling, oozing man-seed dried up completely, leaving just a white powdery layer on her flesh.

“Better,” Wicked Wanda said.

She pulled the bound heroine in tight for a passionate kiss. The kiss quickly turned into a makeout session between the two beauties. Purple Avenger felt her libido ignite, and then her mind went still as she got into the sensuous pleasure of a lipstick kiss. Their amazing bodies pressed together, tongues exploring and teasing, both women moaning and groaning.

“No one kisses or fucks better than Valkyrie women,” Wicked Wanda said. “They are love and sex personified.”

“No,” Purple Avenger gasped out, head still spinning. “It’s the Curse. The Curse of the Valkyrie makes us respond so well.”

Wicked Wanda laughed. “Curse, my ass. Your very essence is sex. Look at that body. You are designed to give maximum visual and physical pleasure. Valkyrie, therefore super heroines, are one and all natural born sex slaves.”

The raven-haired witch palmed the back of Purple Avenger’s head, pulling her into another long, deep kiss. The poor heroine immediately moaned with pleasure, hating herself for being so weak. But then the witch surprised her. Wicked Wanda’s other hand snaked down between the heroine’s thighs, and gently raked long red nails across her pubic area.

Purple Avenger’s amazing body still quivered from the multiple orgasms Darius and friends forced out of her just minutes earlier. And then two of the witch’s fingers dipped into her pussy, pushing quite deep.

“Oooooh.”

Wicked Wanda’s talented fingers knew exactly how to manipulate her sex. She alternated between finger fucking the vulnerable heroine, and rubbing circles around her pussy. Every so often, the wicked witch would flick a hard nail across Purple Avenger’s uber sensitive and aroused clit.

Soon, squishing noises rose up from the witch’s efforts. Looking around, Purple Avenger saw everyone watching with smug smiles. Her brain started to shut down with all that wonderful pleasure rippling through her shapely, sweat-shiny body. Her belly started to throb and tingle, and then her hips thrust forward of their own volition.

Purple Avenger struggled to breathe, while she continued to kiss her mistress. Her body felt so hot, so overheated. She ground her pussy against Wicked Wanda’s talented hand, desperate to milk every ounce of pleasure out of it. And then she felt it.

The beautiful witch forced her body closer and closer to release. A deep part of her wanted to fight it, wanted to deny giving her captor the pleasure of climaxing her. But she didn’t have the strength of will. Instead, she relaxed and let it happen.

Intense erotic pleasure erupted deep in her loins a few seconds later. It pulsed through her, flowing out to her very fingers and toes.

“Aaaaaggh!”

“I love how super heroines always scream their climaxes,” Faux Avenger said.

The witch stepped back and admired what she’d done to the poor heroine. Purple Avenger teetered atop her tall stilettos, knees rubbery after that powerful orgasm. She panted furiously, struggling to get enough air as her body slowly cooled down.

“They are quite entertaining,” Wicked Wanda said. She caught the vanquished heroine’s big brown eyes. “I’m kind of sorry I’ve already setup your auction. I’d quite enjoy a few more days with you in my power.”

“Couldn’t we delay the auction for a few days, Mistress?” Faux Avenger asked. “I’d love forcing ADA Tanika Grayson to peddle her sweet round ass on the streets of Sugar Town. Can you imagine the scandal that would cause?”

“Tempting, but I promised to sell a super heroine tonight, so I much keep my word,” Wicked Wanda said. She took the leash from Faux Avenger. “Shall we go sell you into prostitution, my dear?”

Purple Avenger gawked at her, head still spinning. So hard to grasp anything, but she knew her life was about to take a very nasty turn for the worse.