Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 23) (Patreon)

Chapter 23

“I have to get home,” Super Mom said.

Kyle must be beside himself with grief and stress. What did he tell their baby son? Ariana already knew she was Super Mom, so would know what had happened. Would understand the gravity of the situation.

“No. You can’t go home,” Turbo said, both heroines fidgeting.

“The cops are watching your house,” Vixen said.

“Why?”

Turbo gave her a pained look. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but… I heard one of your neighbors called the police and asked for a health check on you, because they hadn’t seen you in a long time. Kyle couldn’t give the cops a good answer to your location, so he was taken in for questioning. I guess he broke under interrogation and told them you were Super Mom and missing, so he was charged for aiding and abetting a fugitive. You.”

“Your son was placed in foster care,” Vixen added. “And then Ariana vanished without a trace about a week later.”

Three emotional blows, in rapid succession, left her mind reeling. Super Mom’s legs gave out and she collapsed to her knees. Hot tears flooded her face.

“What have I done? Being a super heroine has destroyed everyone I love.” Then she remembered who was behind that destruction. “Heike. Reich Star is responsible! It’s all because of her and her God-forsaken 4th Reich Movement!”

“Yeah. We kinda think the 4th Reich kidnapped Ariana,” Vixen said. “Since she was a budding sorceress.”

“She’s probably being brainwashed into another Nazi super bitch like Power Star and Blitzkrieg,” Turbo said. “After a month, I kinda think it’s too late to save her. She’s probably already fully indoctrinated and brainwashed into being Reich Star’s obedient minion.”

Super Mom’s blood ran cold. “Unacceptable. Anyone who can be brainwashed can be deprogrammed. I will save her, and then proving my innocence will exonerate Kyle.”

Turbo and Vixen nodded, but looked doubtful. She understood. Once the police arrested someone they hate, hate, hated to admit they made a mistake. They would continue to press for prosecution of both her and Kyle. Still, PROVING her innocence would save both her and her husband, and then they could get their son back out of foster care.

Ariana’s fate was a whole nother problem.

Turbo’s phone rang. Really, at ringtone of “The Bitch is Back” rang out, startling them all. She quickly pulled her phone out of her thigh boot, and answered.

“Hello, Raven,” Turbo said. “Freedom’s with you? Great. Get our GPS coordinates and come over. Vixen and I are with Super Mom. Yes. She escaped.”

Super Mom frowned at Turbo. “If Raven’s ringtone is ‘The Bitch is Back,’ what is my ringtone?”

“Um, yours is ‘Strut’ by Sheena Easton.”

Super Mom’s jaw dropped.

“As in that stripper song — Strut, Pout, Put it out?”

“Um, yes. But Vixen’s is ‘Wild Thang.’ And Freedom’s is ‘Sweet Child of Mine.’ Why is that a problem?”

Super Mom just shook her head. Strut? Her? Fortunately, Raven flew up with Freedom at that time. They hugged and kissed everyone. Raven was a tall, shapely black woman with blonde hair. She wore her all black bikini and knee boots costume, with opera gloves and mask. Despite her choice in costumes, the thirty year old had never had a wardrobe malfunction. She had never lost even her top during a fight. Super Mom was impressed, because she’d been tit stripped numerous times before her capture by the 4th Reich.

Freedom, at 18 years, was their newest member. The hot little brunette with the friendliest blue eyes just exuded youthful exuberance. Despite being very much a hot teen girl, she was fierce in a fight. She came wearing her red midriff top, black short-shorts, and black knee boots. She chose red “driving” gloves over opera gloves.

With the entire team there, Super Mom had to tell her sad story, from the beginning. She minced no words, even confessing to being dragged into prostituting herself at that wretched brothel. Telling them about all of the use and abuse, the nonstop sex, first as a 4th Reich captive, and then as prisoner of the police, left her trembling and panting. So many terrible memories flooded back, took her back to those moments. She felt the shame and humiliation all over again. She left the other heroines in tears as well.

“I knew conditions had to be terrible in the city jail for it to be called the Dungeon,” Raven said. “But that is beyond the pale. It’s criminal and I think we have to call the FBI and Department of Justice in to investigate.”

“I agree,” Super Mom said. “You call them. They’ll just want to arrest me, despite me being the victim.

“But in the meantime, we have to deal with Reich Star and her evil minions first and foremost. She is the head of the snake.”

She paused to compose herself. Her emotions were pulling her in a thousand directions at once. She wanted to find and take her son. Poor little Joey had to be terribly frightened and confused. She needed to rescue her husband, probably break him out of jail. Yeah, that would definitely be a felony she couldn’t shrug off. And then there was the issue of Ariana’s potential capture by the 4th Reich Movement. If so, her step-daughter was in the gravest danger of all.

“I know where the 4th Reich’s headquarters is located. I’ve been inside, as a captive,” she said. “We need to put our heads together and come up with a plan to go in and rescue Ariana, while taking out Reich Star and her metahuman minions,” she said. “If nothing else, we have to put an end to the 4th Reich Movement before it consumes us all.”