Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 19) (Patreon)

Chapter 19

The hot water felt divine. Super Mom pushed her face into the stream, remembering countless Nazi men peeing in her face during her captivity. So gross. So nasty. Worse, it was an aggressive act of degradation and debasement. They showed their utter contempt with that vile act.

They almost broke me.

She shook herself out of that descent into darkness. It was the past, something to motivate her in the future. But it wasn’t something she could dwell on and remain sane.

I am super heroine strong. I will beat this.

After an hour, she reluctantly got out of the shower. It was, after all, her fourth shower since escaping Fourth Reich captivity. Really, slavery. She was nothing but a sex slave. Stopping before the mirror, she froze as violet eyes looked her naked body over, head to toe. The body so many wished to possess. It was only a little bustier than her natural, Bethanny, body. The magic that transformed her into a super heroine altered her face, body, and hair. It also made her taller. As Bethanny, she was five foot six, but five foot ten as Super Mom.

Her perfectly manicured hands, thanks to the magic, came up to cup her heavy, high riding boobs. The boobs of every woman’s dreams, and every man’s wet dreams. Sometimes she wished the metahuman magic didn’t make her so damned attractive. Other times, it came in handy.

It certainly didn’t work in my favor while in Reich Star’s tender mercies, she thought. Her hands splayed across her flat, taut belly. She wished her abs looked that amazing on her Bethanny body. I have no idea if Heike achieved her goal of impregnating me, but it’s a mute point now.

One of the curses of, or good things, about shifting between Bethanny and Super Mom, if she was impregnated the magic made the pregnancy vanish. A magical abortion, though the very thought of it horrified her. As much as she hated the idea of carrying a Nazi brat to term, if she knew she was pregnant she could never shift until after giving birth.

Indeed, her almost daily shifts ensured she never got pregnant, despite not taking birth control and making love to Kyle almost every night. To have Kyle’s baby, she’d have to take a break from Super Mom, which had been impossible to do so far.

Maybe it’s time I hang up my mask and become a different kind of super mom?

Cold steel crept into her eyes. She frowned at her reflection. As much as she wanted a child of her own, to see her beloved husband’s face in that baby, she couldn’t even think about it until after Heike and the Fourth Reich were taken down. And that needed to happen very quickly. They were becoming too powerful, too bold and brash. Time was running out.

She moved up to the vanity, picked up her blue mask, and applied the glue. Once it was secure on her face, she felt her entire body and psyche change. She becameSuper Mom in truth. Next, she put on her blue over white choker. That sent a tingle through her shapely body.

Thank God Kyle figured out how to remove Heike’s collar.

Super Mom paused, a vision of herself snapping a Null Collar around Heike’s neck. Followed quickly by collars on Power Star and Blitzkrieg. Of course, there were a lot more metahumans within the Fourth Reich’s ranks, but those three were the only ones she knew of in Annarky.

She picked up her newly washed costume. Pulling the strapless corset-teddy on, she zipped it up, and paused to look it over. It fit quite snugly, giving her a comforting hug. After fluffing her tits, making sure her body looked its absolute best, she pulled on her matching thigh boots.

“Heike still has my heroine phone, with my code to access it,” she muttered. “I have to warn my sisters in crime fighting so they aren’t lured into a trap.”

After applying red lip gloss, she strode out into the bedroom. Kyle was sitting on the bed, so stood up. He fidgeted, worry radiating out of his every expression and movement.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I think we should just pack up and leave Annarky forever. I don’t trust anyone here anymore.”

“I agree that would be the best solution for you and I, and our family,” she said. “But as a super heroine I’ve sworn an oath to put the people and city above my own interests. I have to report all I know to the police. They can call in the Army or National Guard, and dig the Fourth Reich out of their underground lair.”

She sucked in a deep, steadying breath. “And then, once the Fourth Reich is dealt with, you and I can discuss if we stay or we go.”

“Do you trust the police?” he asked. “I don’t. Their ranks are filled with Fourth Reich sympathizers.”

She nodded. There was no questioning that fact.

“That’s why I called a press conference, and invited Chief Faust and Mayor Hook,” she said. “The press will keep the police honest. They won’t have any choice but to go in and deal with the Fourth Reich.”

She kissed her husband and left before he convinced her to stay. Convinced her to give up her super heroine life and just be his wife. After her nine day ordeal as a Fourth Reich sex slave, thoughts of a stay-at-home mom appealed to her. Somehow the idea of being barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen even sounded like heaven.

“Alter ego,” she said.

She transformed into Bethanny as she passed through the living room. Little Joey was in daycare, and Ariana was attending classes at the local university. Exiting the front door, Bethanny got into her car and drove away. She had a secluded place without any security cameras, just two miles from the house.

Pulling in behind that abandoned church, she scouted the area to ensure no one was present. Then she shifted into Super Mom and flew away.

The city looked nice in the midday sun, but at night it was a glorious riot of colors and flashing lights. If she gave up her mask, her crime fighting career, the night city was what she’d miss the most. That and the camaraderie of her little group of super heroines.

She approached police headquarters. Her sharp eyes surveyed the crowd, most of which were reporters and cameramen. Some citizens took time off work to attend. Mayor Hook was already speaking to them, being a politician he couldn’t pass up that golden opportunity. Chief Faust stood behind him and looked bored. Two dozen uniformed officers stood between them and the press.

The crowd erupted when they spotted her approach. Super Mom flew straight to the small podium setup on the police headquarters stairs. It was the perfect height to address a crowd. She smiled when she spotted the microphones set up.

She landed with a clatter of heels, pulling the mayor’s and chief’s eyes down to her feet. Perfect. She wanted them distracted. Then she nudged the mayor out of the way and stood before the microphones.

“My friends. Members of the press…”

She stopped. The microphones turned off right after she said “My friends.” Why did that happen? Then all the cops rushed up and surrounded her. Men grabbed her arms, trying to wrestle them back.

“Super Mom, you are under arrest,” Chief Faust said. He pressed up to her, and under his breath, “Do you really want the press to record you resisting arrest, Super Mom? Imagine those optics?”

His words sucked her breath out. She froze, suddenly hyperaware of all the eyes watching, all the cameras aimed at her. Recording everything. And that’s all the cops needed. Heroine proof cuffs were snapped around her wrists. And then Chief Faust personally locked a Null Collar around her neck.

Super Mom gasped when she felt her super powers vanish for the second time.

Someone grabbed the hair at the back of her head, and Super Mom was jerked around toward the door and forced to start walking. The chief stepped up to the new active microphones.

“We have multiple felony arrest warrants for Super Mom,” he said. “You’ll have to wait for her to post bail to find out what she had to say.”

While the crowd erupted with shouts and demands, Super Mom was forced through the door and marched down the long corridor. More press was inside, recording her perp walk for all time. Her face heated up. Cindy Ford’s bogus charges were coming back to bite her on the butt. It was an unmitigated disaster.

Super Mom was taken straight to Central Processing. Chief Faust, scowling at her, arrived a moment later. A grinning Mayor Hook followed him in.

“About time justice was served,” Mayor Hook sneered. “Unmask her.”

“No!” she cried, but Chief Faust stepped up, dug his fingers under the edge of her mask, and quickly peeled it off. “What is wrong with you? I’m innocent. Cindy Ford’s charges are a lie and I can prove it.”

“There are also Mayor Hook’s charges. You caused thousands of dollars in damage to his Land Rover,” Chief Faust said. “And it isn’t my job to determine guilt or innocence. That’s for a judge and jury to decide. Book her.”

The handcuffs were removed, and the chief and mayor watched her get finger printed, then get her mug shots. And then a chain was locked around her waist, to which her wrists were cuffed. Then a hobble chain was locked around her booted ankles.

“Toss her into holding.”

“I demand my phone call,” Super Mom said.

“In time,” a jailer said. “When we get around to it.”

Super Mom was taken down into what everyone called “The Dungeon.” The jail part of police headquarters for five floors underground. She passed through multiple locked doors. They took her down three floors in the elevator, and then she was shoved out to trip and fall. A jailer dragged the heroine by her hair up to a steel barred door. She shook loose of his grip, before two others lifted her to her booted feet.

The door buzzed, slid open, and she gasped.

The holding cell was full of criminals. Some of them were put there by her at one time or another. And they were all MEN.

“Hey! This is the wrong holding cell!”

“Really? Chief didn’t say which holding cell to toss you into,” a jailer said. The other two jailers released her arms. The speaker then shouted, “This is the DUNGEON!”

He kicked Super Mom in the back. She stumbled forward to the middle of the holding cell as the guards, and some of the prisoners laughed. The cell door clanked closed behind her.

Two massive thugs flanked her, each grabbing an arm. One of them lifted her chin.

“Look what Santa brought us?” he growled, voice deep and menacing. “A pretty little present to unwrap and play with.”

He kissed her. Then the other man claimed her lips while the first ripped her costume straight down and off her body. All she could do was squeak and wiggle. She already knew what would happen, so her body was hot, tingly, and preparing for it.

This is going to be worse than being a Fourth Reich sex slave!

The first thug, a black man, palmed the back of her head, forced Super Mom’s face down to his crotch, and rubbed his massive erection in her face. Then he shoved that dick into her mouth.

“Mmmggh!”

The jail guards shouted encouragement. The other prisoners swarmed around them, hands grabbing at her hair, face, and tits. Someone started spanking her right butt cheek, quite hard. And then the second thug, a white man, pressed his cock to her anus.

“Mmggh!” she screamed around the cock. Nononono!

She pinched her sphincter tight. Denied him entry. So he seized her hips with both hands, squeezed painfully hard, and battered his way inside her with that leverage.

“Uggggh!”

“She felt that,” he laughed. “Wahoo! This super hoes ass is tight. Super tight.”

The two prisoners spit-roasted Super Mom while other prisoners and jailers watched with wicked glee. Then she remembered that all jail cells had cameras, so wondered who else was watching. Chief Faust? Mayor Hook? Yeah.

Super Mom’s mouth was pulled off the cock. The man reaming out her ass pulled her back against his chest, hands all over her naked tits. By that time, depowered and left weak as a newborn, all she could do was grunt with every thrust. Her ankles remained hobbled, and her wrist continued to be locked down at her waist. Utterly helpless and vulnerable. Those men could, and would, do anything they wanted to her.

Then the other prisoner, erection wet from her spittle, pressed up. Super Mom’s eyes widened when he guided his cock to her aching, tingling pussy. She whimpered, feeling so pathetic. And he thrust into her.

“Uggggh!”

“Oh man, this wet ass cunt is virgin tight,” he groaned. “Did I just deflower her?”

Double-penetrated by two long, thick cocks, all Super Mom could do was buck and writhe, violet eyes glazed over as they pushed her over the top.

“Aaaagggh!”

And just kept on fucking her. Forcing her to climax over and over. While other gleeful men waited their turn.