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Chapter 16

“What a beautiful sight,” Heike purred, squirming in her chair.

The 85” monitor hung on the wall before the the supreme leader of the Fourth Reich. She sat alone in the room, panting and savoring every moment on that screen.

It’s a wet dream come true.

Super Mom was on that screen, kneeling blindfolded before Chief Faust as she sucked his cock. Really, he was holding her head still and thrusting deep into her mouth. So technically, he was skull fucking Super Mom. A dream of many men. His wet dream come true. His reward for help capturing Super Mom.

She fanned herself with a hand. Her decision to wear a shiny, tight black latex minidress, pantyhose, and matching stiletto pumps might not have been the best decision. Her body was quickly overheating. Mostly, though, it was her raging arousal.

Dammit, if I take her next, then I’ll be eating Chief Faust’s and Mayor Hook’s cum out of her cunt.

At the moment that wasn’t a hard stop. She wanted that gorgeous metahuman so badly. Memories of her overnight with Super Mom flooded her mind. They made love for hours. The vanquished heroine was a dream in bed, so submissive and obedient. The threat to her family had completely cowed the once proud heroine.

The door opened and Mayor Hook entered. He glanced at the monitor and grinned. She patted the seat beside her. A separate chair, because in her state of arousal she might even seduce that repulsive little man if he sat too closely.

“You seemed to have enjoyed yourself,” she said.

“I did. God, when I discovered she was lactating, it took everything to the next level,” he said. “When can I get another session with her?”

“Once she’s impregnated,” she said. “My first concern is getting a metababy in her belly.”

“Mmm,” Super Mom moaned. “Mmm. Mmmm, Master. Mmm.”

They watched Chief Faust fuck her face another couple of minutes, and then come hard. She struggled to suck it all down, with a little cum dribbling down her chin. He then yanked her up by her hair, bent Super Mom over a chair, and plowed into her pussy from behind. The hapless heroine cried out in surprise, stiletto-heeled feet coming off the floor to kick futilely in the air. He pounded her ruthlessly, one hand in her hair, the other squeezing a fat tit.

“Damn,” Mayor Hook cried. “I didn’t know Chief Faust had that in him. He’s twenty-one years my senior.”

“He also took a pill before she arrived,” Heike said. “Super Mom is going to be well-fucked by the time his hour is up.”

“Dam, I wish I’d thought of that.”

“You did fine, Mayor,” she said. “You fucked her brains out.”

She smiled when the corrupt politician swelled up under her praise. A little more disturbing was the look of desire he cast her way, eyes devouring her tightly sheathed body. Such a repulsive little man, too. But he was useful. Not important enough to allow him to despoil her body, though.

If he continues to be cooperative, and useful, maybe I’ll send Blitzkrieg over to entertain him.

“We worked well together, Mayor,” she said. “I hope we continue to have a mutually beneficial relationship from this moment onward. The rewards for you will be great.” She guided his eyes to the screen, with Chief Faust now sodomizing Super Mom. “I’ll make you rich, powerful, and very happy.”

“Sounds great, Heike,” he said. His eyes remained on Super Mom, though. “So, what will be Super Mom’s ultimate fate? I hope you don’t plan to put her in a shallow grave.”

“No, Mayor, if she earns a grave, it’ll be very deep. I might even cremate her body,” she said. “But really, Super Mom is just going to vanish, never to be seen again, her fate never revealed. Her body is predestined to serve the Fourth Reich by bringing forth a new generation of metahumans.”

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Don Ship

If I had realized ahead of time that this was going to be a Labor Day post, then I would've tried to bring that theme into it. I just wasn't thinking about it. When you work for yourself, so don't get National Holidays to look forward to, then they kind of blend into the background. Every single day is a work day for me. Fortunately, I love writing. Anyway... Super Mom wears a patriotic costume. And she is now captured and put to WORK by Heike... So we can say she is now "laboring" for the Movement. So a tenuous tie in with Labor Day. Right? Right? Hey, I'm trying. ;)

storywriter56

Hmmm... I would think it's about time that one Bethanny Mitchell is reported missing or people begin asking questions. And what becomes of the other thread, with her husbands co-worker?