Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 2) (Patreon)

Chapter 2

Fourth Reich Movement underground headquarters, north of Annarky…

Heike von Greve strode purposely down the long, black-tiled corridor lined with hanging red Nazi banners. Her chief lieutenant and loyal minion, Jessie Devane, kept pace to her left rear. Another metahuman, Blitzkrieg, walked to her right rear. The two blondes, Heike and Jessie, wore their Fourth Reich military uniforms: Black, with silver trim, jacket and short, tight skirts to just above their knees. Black pantyhose and spit-shined stiletto knee boots finished their outfits. Only redheaded Blitzkrieg wore a costume: Dark blue, strapless corset teddy. It was paired with black fishnet pantyhose, thigh boots, opera gloves, choker, and mask. Her only color was a golden swastika over her flat belly, and gold trim on the suit.

“On your feet!” was shouted when the three women passed through an open door. 

Everyone inside jumped to attention. The flower of the Fourth Reich Movement stood before their leader. Her senior officers and advisers. Heike scanned them quickly, taking note of how sharp each looked in their uniforms. They were mostly men, wearing black, gray, or tan uniforms. The women all wore black uniforms like Heike’s. Everyone had a red Nazi arm band.

“All hail die Führerin!”

The Movement’s leader flashed a salute at them with her eagle-headed swagger stick. She dropped the swagger stick to clatter atop the polished black table, sat, and crossed her long legs. The gorgeous blonde pursed full red lips as the others took their seats around the conference table. Jessie sat next to her, while Blitzkrieg remained standing behind their Führerin. The flame-haired metahuman was only a captain, so didn’t have a voice in that meeting.

“My friends, we have a problem,” Heike said, giving them all a cold look. “A super heroine problem.”

Jessie pressed a button on the table. A holographic image of Super Mom appeared in the middle of the table. The hologram was moving through a series of poses super heroines were known to make. The image was two feet tall and perfect in every detail. 

“Mmmm.” One of the men moaned.

“Yes, she is quite beautiful. Just gorgeous,” Jessie sneered. “All metahuman are beautiful. Do not allow her physical beauty and delicate feminine features lull you into a false sense of power. She is the premier super heroine in the country. Perhaps the most powerful metahuman in the world.”

“Yet, all mortals are vulnerable in some manner,” Heike said. “Even Super Mom. We just have to discover her weakness and exploit it until she falls.”

“All true, but we’ve always had a super heroine problem,” Gruppenfuhrer Hans Mannheim said. The tall, blond general led the stormtroopers in and around Annarky. “Have the city’s heroines scored another victory I don’t know about?”

“They have,” she said. “Specifically, Super Mom foiled the courtroom extraction of Oberfuhrer Rhineholt. All six men were captured by that super skank and turned over to the police.”

“Our men are all members of the police, so we have full confidence they will quickly be released on bail,” Jessie said. “We’ve already ensured the police detectives will botch the investigation, so there is little chance of them being prosecuted, much less of them going to prison.”

The senior officers all nodded. Expected. The Fourth Reich Movement was a well oiled machine, with its hands in every aspect of the local police and government. Heike paused, eyes glazing over, as she considered her next moves in the political arena. There were still powerful politicians to lure over to her team.

Shaking herself out of those thoughts, “The courthouse debacle is all due to the sharpest thorn in our side. A heroine who really wants to be my nemesis. Super Mom.”

“The red, white, and blue bitch seems to have our number of late,” Jessie added. “We need to dig deep and find out if we have a whistle blower in our ranks. Or if there is a street informant feeding her tips.”

“If Super Mom’s source is a street informant,” Heike said, eyes narrowing. “That means we have one or more members who cannot keep a secret.”

Heike narrowed her eyes at the holographic image of Super Mom, looking so hot and powerful. Untouchable so far. 

“She’s called Super Mom for a reason,” Heike said. “That hot little MILF must have a family. Children. I want to know who she is behind the mask. I want to know who her family members are so I can use them to hurt her, defeat her, and ultimately to own and command her.” Her baby blues bore into the others, who to their credit did not flinch or cringe back. “We will use all of our resources, everything we can, to defeat Super Mom and eliminate that particular threat.”