Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 14) (Patreon)

Chapter 14

Excitement was high. Reich Star stood with Power Star and Blitzkrieg in front of the large utility elevator. They were ten floors underground in the Fourth Reich Movement’s headquarters. Super Mom’s new home and work space. She stared up at the numbers displayed above the elevator doors, showing the car was descending towards them.

The three beautiful young metahumans were alone in that long, wide, and dark corridor. The walls and ceiling were painted black, with black marble flooring. Fourth Reich Movement red, white, and black banners were the only decor, dozens hanging on the wall down the full length of the corridor. Black doors were between the banners.

“I’ve waited years for this,” she whispered.

“You and I both,” Power Star said. “It will be nice to reconnect with my old friend, but with her in the submissive position this time.”

Reich Star smiled. Her metahuman lieutenant probably meant to say “subordinate” instead of “submissive.” A Freudian slip. As ex-heroine Ms Virtue, Power Star was never submissive to anyone, but Super Mom was the top heroine even back then. She was and remained the leader of the local super heroines. Only her capture ended that reign.

Blitzkrieg was also one of Super Mom’s subordinate super heroines. She spent a year as Raven’s sidekick, learning how to be a super heroine. But she fell to Power Star relatively early in her aborted crime fighting career. And if anything, the former MetaGrrl broke and transformed into Blitzkrieg startlingly fast.

The elevator arrived and dinged. The blonde Führerin sucked in a deep, steadying breath. A little tremor started in her sex, making it hot and wet. Time to enjoy the fruits of her long overdue victory. And then the doors hissed open.

Captain Mueller and four of his soldiers surrounded a wooden pallet. Super Mom was heavily bound stomach down in the middle, her wrists still bound to her ankles. But now the anal hook was tied to her long hair, keeping her head pulled back to it’s limit. A very distressful position. The vanquished beauty didn’t feel anything, though, since she was still out cold.

“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight,” Reich Star whispered.

“Not even when I was brought in on a pallet just like that?” Power Star asked.

“No, because I didn’t despise you as much as I hate Super Mom,” she said. Reich Star cupped her subordinate’s chin and kissed her. It was a soft, lingering kiss. “You, my love, were a gift from the gods. My beautiful gift that keeps on giving.”

Power Star’s smile was glorious. Nothing but love and adoration in her big blue eyes. Blitzkrieg watched them while biting her lip. The redhead so wanted to be loved and appreciated like Power Star. So eager to please. Then the soldiers reached down and lifted up the pallet, pulling the Führerin’s attention back to them and their special delivery.

“Follow me,” she said, turning on a heel.

Reich Star marched briskly down the corridor, everyone’s footsteps echoing in that vast chamber. She led the way, with Power Star and Blitzkrieg heeling a step behind and to either side. The captain and his men carried Super Mom and kept pace easily.

They took the masked vigilante to a room with a small cot, toilet, and sink. A dark prison cell, but it was spacious enough to fit the prisoner, and three other women. Captain Mueller and his men released Super Mom from the pallet and lifted her up. She groaned soulfully.

“She’s starting to wake, Führerin. Do you want me to give her another dose of chloroform?”

“No, I want her awake for what comes next,” she said. “Place her on the floor and then you may leave.”

“Well done, Captain,” Power Star said. “You and your men performed to perfection tonight.”

“Thank you,” he said, giving her a little bow of the head. He held up Super Mom’s red, white, and blue strapless corset teddy. “Should I leave this with you? Or give it to someone else?”

Blitzkrieg held out her hand, and he gave it to her. Then the men departed. The redheaded metahuman closed and locked the door. The three women turned their full attention to their now squirming plaything.

“Welcome back from dreamland, Super Mom,” Reich Star purred. She wagged her brows as she ground the toe of her boot into the heroine’s mouth. “From dreamland to a living nightmare, right?”

“You won’t get away with this, Heike.”

“You are deluded, my pet. I have already gotten away with it. Indeed, it could be days, or even weeks, before anyone really understands that you are gone,” she said. “By that time the trail will be cold as death. A super heroine will be considered dead, and a super fuck slave will be born.”

“Nazi Mom, bearing her Nazi metahumans for years and years to come,” Power Star said.

“Who knows, after all the men who had you tonight, you might already be pregnant with a future metahuman agent of the Movement,” Blitzkrieg said. “Exciting, isn’t it?”

“You’re all sick,” Super Mom said. She blinked and swallowed the lump in her throat. “I will be avenged. Mark my words.”

Reich Star squatted before her, locked eyes with the hapless heroine, and smiled. “Do you know, both Ms Virtue and MetaGrrl said that exact same thing,” she said. Indicating the two Nazi metahumans. “They have both become stellar members of the Movement, totally committed to leading us to ultimate victory.”

Reich Star held up her left hand. Super Mom cut her eyes over to Power Star when the costumed villainess stepped up and held up the item she carried. It was a collar and more. The highest of high tech. A power nullifying collar.

Power Star placed the Null Collar in her Führerin’s black-gloved hand. Reich Star reclaimed her eyes as the hapless heroine began to struggle, desperation in her violet eyes. The blonde Movement leader tingle all inside as she slowly pressed the cold steel of the collar to Super Mom’s slender neck. Then holding the heroine’s eyes, she slowly closed the two side together, snapping it closed with a click.

“Ugh! Noooo,” Super Mom whispered. “No. No. Please no.”

Super Mom struggled within her bindings as much as she could, trying desperately to break free before that insidious device stole away all of her super strength, as well as other super powers. Indeed, if it was the same collar the nation’s penal system used to depower and control metahumans, then it would steal most of her normal physical strength, leaving her as weak as a baby.

“Heike. Heike! Can’t we discuss this?” she asked. “I can be reasonable.”

She regarded the captured heroine a long moment with her resting bitch face.

“I’m clearly in costume.”

The heroine stopped struggling. She had no strength anymore. It was all gone. She was depowered. Helpless. At their mercy. Then what the beautiful Führerin said registered.

“I meant Reich Star,” she whispered, panting furiously. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Hate. Fear. Shame. Rage. The unfairness of everything… It all hit her at once. She looked up at Reich Star’s smug smile. The horror and terror of the situation slammed into her. “Please. Mercy.”

“I remember the first time you and I tangled,” the blonde said. “I’d just transitioned from the heroine Justice Star, and you were still just a sexy little sidekick calling yourself American Girl.” Her eyes hardened. “I’d always been the strongest, toughest heroine in the country. And you kicked my ass. Just plowed me under.” She reached out to stroke Super Mom’s cheek. “I vowed vengeance then. It’s taken me years to finally capture you. Since then I’ve…mellowed. Instead of killing and burying you in a shallow, unmarked grave, I have come to appreciate a different kind of vengeance. You will know the same fates as Ms Virtue and MetaGrrl.”

Super Mom’s eyes cut over to first Power Star, then Blitzkrieg. “I’d rather die.”

“I know,” Reich Star whispered, stroking her prisoner’s full red lips. “I know, and that’s another great reason to Turn you instead of killing you.”

She signaled Power Star. The blonde in the black bikini and thigh boots costume stepped to Super Mom’s side. One hand dropped down to the rope binding Super Mom’s right wrist to her ankle. White hot electricity arced out between her thumb and index finger, slicing through the bindings. Then she freed the other wrist and angle. Finally, she sliced the rope between the anal hook and her hair.

Super Mom just plopped flat on the floor and groaned in relief. She just lay there, face down and spread-eagle. Reich Star watched her with amused eyes. So weak. So vulnerable. Yeah, Super Mom was going to be so much fun to break and Turn. But ultimately, she would never trust her as a minion, as a working member of the Movement.

Super Mom had a better fate. Something a metahuman could do for many years to come. Nazi brood mare.

“What’s your real name, Super Mom?”

She did not answer. In truth, while she remained calm outwardly, the heroine filled with terror within. She could not allow the Fourth Reich to exact vengeance on her family. Poor Ariana was a metahuman, young and vulnerable. Reich Star could easily break and Turn her. So protecting them was of paramount importance.

“Not going to answer?”

“It is not important,” she said. “I was a nobody. Poor. Just one of the masses.”

“I doubt that, but your disappearance will be reported by your family soon enough. And then I’ll know.”

Reich Star seized a fistful of silky black hair, stood up, and dragged Super Mom to her knees at the same time. She knelt there, arms limp at her sides, silently assessing her strengths and weaknesses. Super Mom found no strengths. She felt as if she possess half of the physical strength of her Bethanny persona. Strong enough to do most things, but too weak to put up even a joke of a fight.

Of course the anal hook loose and still deep inside her didn’t help.

“Super Mom, listen and obey,” Reich Star commanded, voice deep and compelling. “Kiss and lick my boots.”

The beautiful blonde Führerin slid her right foot forward. The raven-maned beauty stared down at it. Licked her lips. Heart pounding. Should she? What were the pros and cons? Obeying would ensure she wasn’t punished. Disobey and be punished. But how would Reich Star punish her?

“I’d rather not,” she said.

“Blitzkrieg.”

The redhead grinned from ear to ear, stepped forward and lifted up a riding crop.

“This is going to be fun.”

Super Mom threw out a white opera-gloved hand to stop the Nazi metahuman.

“Nononono!”

Blitzkrieg brought the riding crop down across that forearm. Super Mom wailed in agony, yanking her arm back. Then the riding crop slapped down across her naked tits. Thwack!

“Aaaiiieee!

Across her lower back. Thwack!

“Aaiiee!”

Across her taut belly. Thwack! Thwack!

Blitzkrieg swung that riding crop super fast, reminding Super Mom that one of her special super powers was ultra speed. She hit Super Mom three or four times before the first strike registered. The Nazi villainess rained angry red welts all over Super Mom’s shapely body.

In a matter of seconds, Blitzkrieg left Super Mom a sobbing, trembling puddle of pure agony.

“Kneel,” Reich Star commanded.

Squeaking in a tiny voice, Super Mom struggled back to her knees. Her body vibrated from the excruciating pain still reverberating throughout her body. She looked up with pain-filled, beseeching violet eyes. Her captor smiled down with satisfaction.

“Kiss and lick my boots.”

Super Mom squeaked out tiny animal noises, eyes rolling in disbelief, head lolling around. It was all too much, too fast. They overwhelmed her by depowering and whipping her so brutally. She closed her eyes, a little sound of distress escaping, before she dropped to all fours, crawled closer to Reich Star, and lowered her lips to the toe of that right boot.

“It you continue to fight us,” Reich Star said as she watched the vanquished beauty kiss and lick her boot. “Then we will find your family and do far worse to them. If you cooperate, be nice and obedient, then we’ll leave them alone to live the rest of their lives. Your choice, Super Mom.”

Super Mom rose up on her knees, tears flowing as she looked up with hurt eyes. “Do you promise?”

Reich Star’s breath caught. VICTORY! A hot lump instantly filled her pussy, throbbing with achy need. She’d broken that super bitch in record time. She found her weak spot.

“Yes. I promise.”

Super Mom dropped her eyes, sobbed, and then nodded. “I am yours. I will obey.”

Without prompting, Super Mom dropped back to all fours, lowered her face, and kissed the toe of Reich Star’s boot. She did so more lovingly. More sensuously. And then she gave the boot a long, toe to ankle lick. The heroine continued to sob softly, but she put more heart and soul into that boot licking. Reich Star tingled inside and out as she watched her long time nemesis debasing herself. She did an especially sexy job of licking her long, thin stiletto heel.

She grinned at Power Star, who was watching the performance with bated breath.

“You gotta love a slavegirl who appreciates fine feminine footwear as much as Super Mom.”

“I want to do more than simply appreciate her…”

“Nothing stopping you.”

Power Star quickly stripped off her black bikini with the pink stars. In just gloves, garter belt, hose, and thigh boots, she strapped on a massive pink strap-on dildo. Then Blitzkrieg stripped and put on a huge red strap-on with a black swastika within a circular field of white on the very tip. Super Mom continued to kiss and lick boot, oblivious to the new threat.

Power Star and Blitzkrieg each grabbed an arm and hauled Super Mom back atop the bed. The captured heroine struggled to all fours, a trapped animal look on her lovely face. Power Star wrapped her up in a deep kiss, their naked tits squished together. Super Mom was forced to make out with Power Star first, and then with Blitzkrieg. Then the blonde villainess forced her back to all fours.

“Mercy,” Super Mom begged.

“No mercy for you, Super Mom,” Power Star sneered. She yanked the heroine’s hair, swatted her butt, and thrust that massive strap-on deep inside her pussy. “Take that, Super Slut!”

“Ugggh! Too big,” she cried. “Hurts too much.”

“Too bad.”

Holding onto her long black hair, Power Star reamed her out from behind. Super Mom grunted with every thrust, an incredulous look on her masked face. Reich Star and Blitzkrieg watched with blissful expressions, their daydreams coming true before their eyes.

“Uggh. Uggh. Uggh!” Super Mom grunted, arms thrown out and fingers clawing thin air.

When Super Mom’s body adjusted, and it started being more pleasurable than distressful, Blitzkrieg moved up to her face. The redhead forced her strap-on into the heroine’s mouth. Her moans instantly returned to being distressful again as Blitzkrieg thrust deeper and deeper, and started tapping the back of her throat. And then with one great push…

“Uggggh!”

“Deep strap-on throating Super Mom,” Blitzkrieg crowed. “We have to recreate this for the porn site members.”

“I agree,” Reich Star said. “But not with any of us performing in the show. I’ll find two hot women to join her in the video.”

Super Mom heard, but couldn’t respond with that long, thick length of rubber forced down her throat. All she could do was suck, and be fucked by Power Star. Was that her life? Just one dick or strap-on after another? A broodmare for the Movement? A broken woman, forced to do anything she’s told?

And then that loved/hated sensation rose up. That surge to climax. She fought it, but no longer had any strength of will, much less of body. It rushed over her, consumed her, and then everything erupted in divine bliss. Pure Nirvana.

“Aaaaagggh!”

“And that, my friends, it the mating call of the North American super heroine,” Reich Star purred. She stepped up, dug her fingers under Super Mom’s mask, and slowly peeled it off. Not anyone she recognized, but her people would use images of her naked face to track down her real name. “Or I should say, the mating call of a debased, pathetic Fourth Reich Movement broodmare.”