Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 15) (Patreon)

Chapter 15

“Mmmgh,” Super Mom said around the ball-gag.

Her handler gave the leash a yank. She stumbled, that yank forcing her to take a step too long for the hobble chain. He chuckled, and then copped a feel of her tits. Yet, she was back in her full costume for the first time after three days of captivity. They even let her shower before getting dressed.

Despite being blindfolded, Super Mom knew she was a level or two above her cell. The elevator didn’t lifted up long enough to go more than two floors, three tops. The sounds and smells of that new level were dramatically different. The aroma of cooking food drifted on the air, and she heard a faint squeal of feminine laughter. Mostly, she heard the clatter of her heels, the jangle of her hobble chain, and the deep clop of her handler’s combat boots.

He led her a long way down that corridor, before stopping to knock on a door. There was a buzz, indicating it was unlocked. He opened the door and led her inside. The person inside said nothing.

“Super Mom is yours for the next hour,” the handler said. “Enjoy.”

The bound and blindfolded heroine heard the handler depart. The door clicked locked behind him. She cocked her head in an attempt to hear something, anything. The person she was given too held the leash attached to her Null Collar. She suspected it was a man, but she’d been given to five women in the last three days, not counting Reich Star, Power Star, and Blitzkrieg. The three metahuman women each had at least one session with her every day.

“Mmmgh,” she said, hoping he would remove her ball-gag, if not her blindfold.

That was the first time she’d been blindfolded, so Super Mom had little faith it would be removed during that session. They obviously didn’t want her to know who was fucking her. Why, she didn’t know.

Who am I going to tell?

So it was probably for his peace of mind.

“Shhh,” he said. Yes, definitely a man. Then in a soft, low growl, “I’m going to enjoy this so much.”

He altered his voice, though it tickled something in the back of her mind. Just familiar enough to excite her mind, but not enough to identify him.

Mayor Hook grinned with wicked glee as he finished stripping. The holier-than-thou super bitch had no idea. He loved the look of distress, of uncertainty, on her face. The sight of that ball-gag excited him in another way, as did the handcuffs and hobble chain. Super Mom was utterly helpless. Just a piece of fuck meat. His plaything for the next hour. His reward for helping Führerin Heike capture the meddlesome heroine.

And good riddance, he thought, reaching out to squeeze a boob. She flinched just a bit, which sent a jolt through his junk. Oh, yes, this is going to be the best fuck of my life. A super fuck.

He pulled her in close, burying his face in the crook between her bare shoulders and neck. Super Mom moaned, feeling his short, pudgy body molded against her. His legs proved shorter than hers, so his sticky wet dick rubbed against her left thigh.

Her body is amazing, he thought. So firm, fit, just hard smooth muscles. Damn.

The mayor kissed and nibbled her warm, smooth flesh. How could someone so tough have such soft skin? He kissed and nibbled his way across her shoulder, then up to her ear. She squealed around the ball-gag when he kissed and thrust his tongue into her ear. Gave him a thrill.

He ran his fingers through her long, silky soft hair. So much hair. Then he found her zipper, and quickly removed her flag themed costume. Really, the gloves and boots were enough to remind him just who he was fucking. So he led her over to the queen-sized bed.

The short, pudgy mayor unbuckled her ball-gag, tossing it aside. She worked her jaw, looking relieved.

“I am your master,” he whispered, doing his best to keep his voice as deep and different as possible. Super heroines had a nasty reputation of escaping captivity. While he couldn’t imagine her escaping the Nazis, the mayor wasn’t going to take any chances. “You must obey me.”

“You are my master,” she repeated. “I must and will obey you.”

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Mayor Hook buried his face in her large, firm tits. He kissed, licked, and sucked on them for the longest time, with frequent motorboating. His hands mostly played with her tits, but also roamed her amazing body. The fact her pussy was sopping wet soon after they started made him tingle in anticipation.

“Are your tits bigger?”

“Yes, Master,” she gasped out. “My masters have injected me with a drug to make me lactate.”

“Are you lactating now?”

“Yes, Master.”

Mayor Hook started sucking on a firm, pebbled nipple. Nothing came out.

“Why can’t I get any milk out of you?”

“You’re doing it wrong, Master,” she said, her face glowing red now. “Try…Umm…Try wrapping your hand around the base of my breast. Squeeze really hard, and at the same time stroke it down toward the nipple. Be ready for milk.”

He followed her instructions, and was rewarded with a mouthful of hot, hot milk. So the mayor suckled both tits, getting his fill, while soaking his face and body with her mother’s milk.

This is better than I ever imagined!

Dick throbbing, he pushed down on her shoulders. Super Mom obediently dropped to her knees. He took a moment to rub his cock and balls all over her upturned face. Then he guided his dick to her glossy red lips, and his breath whooshed out as he watched his member smoothly slide deep into her hot, wet mouth. No resistance on her part. Super Mom sucked him down, taking him in as far as he wanted. Mayor Hook started thrusting and thrusting, until her lips were wrapped around the base of his cock.

Best feeling ever!

And she sucked him over the top. Mayor Hook groaned wantonly, head lolling back. He unleashed inside her mouth, filling it up with his hot jizz. Super Mom dutifully swallowed every drop, and then sucked and licked him clean.

“You are very well trained, Super Slut.”

“I am, Master,” she said, her face flushed red again. “I am…” Her head dropped, looking so sad. “I’m lost. Vanquished to this fate.” She lifted her head. “I am here to please, Master. How may I please you now?”

His semi-flaccid cock got rock hard in an instant. Mayor Hook growled low in his throat, the primal predator within alive and demanding. He yanked her up to teeter atop her stilettos, before shoving her back atop the bed. He quickly unbuckled the cuff on her left ankle, spread her legs wide, and slipped up between them.

Mayor Hook mounted the celebrated super heroine. Thrust his cock deep inside her right off. Fully sheathed. She cried out, bucking and writhing beneath him. The more she gasped and cried out, the more excited he became. He felt out of control as he plowed into her, red and white striped thigh booted feet thrown over his shoulders. Her back bowed, while her tight hole squeezed around him even tighter.

“Oh, Master!”

He laughed. The mayor basked in the glory of his victory, his dominance over the world’s most powerful super heroine. He thrust into her faster, his hips slapping loudly against her warm flesh. The heroine bucked beneath him, head rocking back and forth. She looked completely lost in the moment, enjoying their coupling even more than him.

“When the mighty fall, they fall the furtherest and the deepest,” he gasped out.

“Oh, Master!” she cried again, her insides erupting with orgasmic glory. Super Mom’s pussy squeezed tighter and tighter, as she writhed in the heady throes of orgasm. “Oooooh, Master.”

The pudgy little man went wild on her then. He lost all control, slamming into her over and over for the longest time. He forced the once proud beauty to climax three more times before he finally was able to achieve that perfect happy ending himself.

“Oooooh,” they sighed in unison.

After a few minutes, he looked up at the clock. Not enough time to do it again, so he got up and started dressing. Super Mom remained atop the bed, huffing and puffing. Part of her reveled in the afterglow. Part of her felt all the shame of what just happened. Yet, what could she do but cooperate? It was her lot in life now.

At exactly one hour, the handler returned. He put the costume back on her body, and then buckled the hobble chain around her booted ankle. And finally, as expected, he led her out of the room. She was grateful he either forgot, or ignored the ball-gag. In truth, it was what she hated the most.

Instead of leading her back to her cell, the handler led Super Mom a short distance down the corridor. He knocked on another door.

“How many men am I being given to on this level?”

“Shut up, slave,” he snapped, and slapped her. “Just obey and do our duty.”

“Yes, Master. I serve and obey.”

The door buzzed, and she was led inside. Again, the person waiting said nothing. Her handler advised him he had one hour, and then he left. The new man pulled her in close right away, his cologne washing over her. She sucked in a deep breath. Yes, he smelled good. So good. But, it was a cologne she’d smelled before, but she couldn’t put her finger on who she remembered wearing it.

So he’s someone I know, she thought. Are all my enemies lining up to bang me?