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Chapter 10

Heels clattered on the polished black tile. Reich Star was deep underground and inside the Fourth Reich Movement’s Annarky Aryan Guard barracks. The company commander, Captain Mueller, and Power Star accompanied her as the Führerin inspected the captain’s elite soldiers. They’d formed up in their black dress uniforms, decorated with ribbons and silver skulls on their collars.

Like the captain, one and all of the men were blonde, blue-eyed Aryan perfection. Just like her and Power Star. The company commander was one of the smallest men there, at six foot four, so they all towered over the two metahuman females. Even better, they were her special ops. One and all were ex-cons from America, Canada, and European states.

“The finest example of Aryan perfection I’ve seen so far, Captain,” she said. “If you succeed, men, I will grant you first capture rights.”

The men’s chests visibly swelled. Oh yes, every red-blooded man wanted to his dick inside Super Mom. The ultimate Super MILF. She idly wondered why she’d suddenly changed her heroine name a few years back. The change implied she’d become a mother, but no one could show her missing long enough to go through a pregnancy. Did she adopt? Or did the magic that made her a super heroine hide her pregnancy?

Didn’t matter. What mattered was removing that super heroic thorn in their side. Destroying Reich Star’s greatest nemesis was the goal, was always the goal.

That woman will crawl and grovel at my booted feet!

The beautiful blonde in her red and black costume stepped away from the company and centered herself. Power Star and Captain Mueller flanked her, back one step. She surveyed the black-uniformed soldiers. Her best trained and most ruthless stormtroopers. Many had scores to settle with Super Mom and other local heroines.

“My friends, you have already been briefed,” she said. “You have a plan I approved. A plan that will rid us of Super Mom forever, while giving us a metahuman brood mare. Super Mom will become in truth, a super mom to many future Aryan Guards.”

The men cheered, looks of ruthless fury spreading across their faces.

“Execute your battle plan to perfection, and I will ensure you ALL have the first shot at impregnating Super Mom.” She stepped back. “Captain Mueller, take command.”

He stepped forward. “Company! Platoon Leaders, take charge. Prepare your men. We execute the plan in two nights.”

Reich Star watched the Platoon Leaders march their men away. She smiled, a thrill rippling up her spine. Such fine, strong men. Fearless and ruthless men. Men who weren’t afraid to do terrible things to achieve their objectives.

“Come with me, Captain.”

Reich Star led the way into a small conference room. They sat around a small round table, evenly spaced. The blonde, blue-eyed Führerin crossed long, thigh-booted legs and regarded the younger man. He did not wilt in the presence of his supreme leader. A good man.

“Have you secured the warehouse yet?” she asked.

“No, ma’am,” he said. “Third platoon will move out and secure the ambush site in five hours.

“Everyone has their orders, and we’ve been practicing responses to every scenario. If Super Mom responds to the call, then she will be yours Wednesday night.”

Reich Star’s breath caught. She’d waited and plotted for years for just this. Super Mom had made herself the Führerin’s, and her Fourth Reich’s, nemesis the moment she learned about them. That patriotically theme super bimbo had done more to disrupt and defy the Movement than all of the other super heroines combined. Taking her out will open the flood gates to ultimate victory and domination.

“So, in two nights, Power Star and I will be waiting at 1 AM, ready to jump in and help if necessary,” she said. Smiling at Power Star. “Super Mom will finally be on her knees before us in just forty-eight hours. Our prisoner. Our slave, to do with as we desire.”

“Your pardon, Führerin,” Captain Mueller said. “I have full confidence our plan will take Super Mom down, but historically the real problem is holding super heroines. They have a knack for escaping their fate. At least for a while.”

Reich Star stared at the young Aryan Guard officer. Just four years her junior, but not a metahuman. She admired his confidence when face-to-face with her, but maybe a little too much arrogance? Still, it was a valid concern. Not his concern, but valid.

“Fear not, Captain, we have a way to nullify Super Mom’s super powers. She be as weak as a baby kitten when you and your men start her out in the breeding program,” she said, voice soft and sensuous. “I promise, Super Mom will be quite pliable, if not eager to please.”