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Purple Avenger: Doppelganger Blues

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 12

Seattle, early the next morning…

Big brown eyes fluttered open to absolute darkness, as her body erupted with exquisite pleasure.

“Ugggghhh!” she cried around the ball-gag.

Bzzzz.Then a few seconds of silence. Bzzzzz. Silence.

Purple Avenger felt the vibrator between her legs more than heard it over the firm, but soft female voice telling her to obey. Obey. Always obey your master.

Must obey. Obey my master.

That wasn’t her first moment of lucidity since being crated, but it was the toughest. Her jaw ached like crazy from the ball-gag. The rest of her shapely body felt like a molten hot bowl of jelly, quivering like crazy with the echo of countless forced orgasms. She sighed blissfully, starting to drift off.

Bzzzz.“Aaagh.”

The hapless heroine felt gentle a bounce, and a sense of moving forward. She felt wide straps across her throat, waist, just below her armpits, and over her wrists. More straps secured her legs down, one set over her ankles, the other just above her knees.

Bzz.

Her breath caught, but the vibrator’s battery was giving up the ghost. About damn time, too. That damnable thing had rocked her world for HOURS! Now, she just felt bone-weary and ready for it to end. Ready for…

My master.

The brainwashing program droned on. Obey. Always obey. She lived just to obey and please.

Must please my master.

The vehicle stopped. She heard banging and muted voices over the program, before her crate was lifted out of the vehicle. She tried crying out for help around her ball-gag, but she still didn’t possess the wherewithal to scream or yell. So weary. So terribly weary.

The crate was set down, and the voices departed. Purple Avenger slowly drifted off to sleep.

Bang! Bang!sounded on the lid.

She jolted awake, heart hammering, eyes wild.

“Knock, knock,” a high, feminine voice called, sounding amused.

Bang! Bang!

“Who’s there,” she woman sang merrily. “Heroine. Heroine who? Another heroine for the harem, silly.”

And then the high-pitched, tortured screech of a crowbar prying open the crate filled the air. Those nails did not surrender quietly, but the other woman slowly, surely moved around and around the crate prying the lid up. And then she lifted it straight up and tossed it aside.

Ninja Girl?Purple Avenger thought, blinking at the suddenly bright light. What is she doing here?

Her comrade in crime-fighting wore her heroine colors, but in an altered version of her costume. First and foremost, Ninja Girl was NOT wearing a mask. That made Purple Avenger cringe. Also, her bustier was altered so that her high, firm tits were exposed to one and all. And then she noticed her fellow heroine wasn’t wearing any shorts or panties.

“Mmmmgh!” she cried around her ball-gag.

“What? I can’t understand you,” Ninja Girl said, grinning. “You must enunciate, Purple Avenger.”

The beautiful Asian ex-heroine struck a sexy pose while looking the newcomer over with relish. Why were her nipples fully erect? And then Purple Avenger realized Ninja Girl’s nipples were pierced by silver barbell studs. But none of that mattered when the Asian beauty dropped to a knee beside the crate, leaned over it, but didn’t reach down to remove the gag. Oh no, but she pulled off the now dead vibrator.

“So sad. Your battery died,” Ninja Girl said, sounding truly sad. “But don’t worry, my pretty. I’ll take good care of you. But first…”

Ninja Girl lifted up a syringe, studied it as she thumped it with a finger, and squirted a little out the end of the needle. Then without hesitation or warning, the busty Asian leaned over the crate, and injected the drug into Purple Avenger’s right butt cheek.

The captured beauty felt heat flowing in all directions from the injection site.

What the hell was that? Purple Avenger thought, mind in chaos and her imagination going wild. What will it do to me?

“I think Master is really going to enjoy your sweet, meaty butt,” the ex-heroine said. “I’m a little jealous, to be honest.”

And she started rubbing circles around Purple Avenger’s quivering pussy.

“Wow. You’re a sloppy mess down here,” Ninja Girl said. “That’s an awfully big puddle of love juices, too. Did your crate leak? I bet the driver is cussing your slutty pussy as he cleans up his truck.”

Ninja Girl giggled like an air-headed bimbo.

What have they done to her? Will that drug turn me into an airheaded bimbo, too? Purple Avenger wondered. And then the other woman’s magic fingers began to rock her world. Oh, please, stop. I’m feeling so vulnerable right now!

“Gotta get your blood flowing,” Ninja Girl purred. “This’ll get that medicine in you nice and good.”

The topless heroine quickly masturbated the bound beauty to a monster climax. Purple Avenger’s body wanted to buck and writhe, but couldn’t move an inch. So frustrating, which only made the second and third orgasms more intense.

The drug’s sweet heat flowed up into her head, and Purple Avenger’s eyes blurred a moment. She felt her thought process slow considerably. It became impossible to concentrate.

Purple Avenger’s mind went still after the second climax, while Ninja Girl purred sweet little words of submission and obedience. After the third climax, the vanquished masked vigilante was eager to obey, eager to please in every way.

Ninja Girl removed the ball-gag, but continued to rub pussy.

“Who do you obey?”

“My master,” Purple Avenger gasped, eyes huge as her insides surged up and over. A granddaddy climax slammed into her. “Aaaaagggh!”

“You are an obedient slavegirl.”

“I’m obedient. I am a slavegirl.”

And she rubbed out two more. Even the vibrator at full-power hadn’t rocked her world like Ninja Girl. Head spinning, mind blank, the legendary super heroine gasped for air and trembled like a leaf.

Ninja Girl finally started unfastening the straps. She worked from Purple Avenger’s ankles up to her neck, stopping twice to rub out more orgasms. The busty African-American was finally urged to crawl out of the crate, and crawl was all her rubbery limbs could do.

She knelt before Ninja Girl, her spectacular body visibly quivering, shiny with sweat, as her huffing and puffing slowly subsided. As her body cooled, she felt her mind start to sluggishly stir.

“Don’t even think about trying to escape,” Ninja Girl said, voice and expression firm. “Master has super-duper high tech security systems. You will get zapped down, experiencing the worst pain ever known in all of history.”

Super-duper?Purple Avenger thought.

She gave Ninja Girl a curious look. Her friend offered a hand, and she accepted. Purple Avenger rose to her unsteady feet, teetering atop her heels. Her knees felt rubbery, worse even than her arms. Her head spun a little as well.

“Why am I naked?” Purple Avenger asked, grabbing her heavy tits. She looked Ninja Girl over. “Oooh, pretty boots.”

“You got prettier boots,” Ninja Girl said. “I love purple.”

“What?” Purple Avenger asked, looking down. “Oh! I do have prettier boots.”

“Better pretty boots than a beautiful mind,” a man said.

Purple Avenger blinked at the young man. He looked late twenties, early thirties. Handsome, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a tall, slim body. His shirt and khakis looked comfortable, and expensive.

“You’re that tech billionaire,” she said. “Colin Kroc.”

“No, I’m Colin Kroger,” he said, sounding amused. “And yes, I created the social media company Chirpee.”

“He is your master,” Ninja Girl said in a loud whisper.

“Oh!” she cried, and dropped to her knees. “Master. I am yours.”

“That’s what I love about buying from Wicked Wanda,” Colin said, walking around Purple Avenger as he studied her spectacular body. “She delivers the most beautiful heroines already mostly brainwash.”

He stopped before the kneeling heroine. He unzipped. “Greet me properly, slave.”

Purple Avenger rose up on her knees, fished his cock out, and started stroking. He quickly stiffened, and she used her lips and tongue to finish making him rock hard.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, going down on him.

Two more gorgeous women entered while Purple Avenger sucked her master’s dick. A blonde and a redhead, both dressed much like Ninja Girl. The redhead wore a golden-orange corset, with bright yellow opera gloves and thigh boots. The blonde had stark white hair, big blue eyes, and wore white opera gloves and thigh boots. Her corset was blue, with white stars.

“This is my Super Heroine Harem,” Colin said. “I collect super heroines. For my harem.”

“Welcome to the harem,” the other three ex-heroines all said in unison.

“I’m Stargirl,” the blonde said.

“I’m Firestar,” the redhead said.

“You belong to me now, Purple Avenger,” Colin said. He pulled her mask off. “Such a lovely face. You and I will have a lot of fun together, for many years to come.”

“Yes, Master. I will serve you obediently and with joy.”

The other heroine slaves smiled and nodded. Colin grinned down at her. And Purple Avenger felt a sense of bliss and contentment. She was home.