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Chapter 25

Turbo called all of the TV stations and newspapers to get them to police headquarters, telling them that they had captured Reich Star, Power Star, and Blitzkrieg. A red letter day in super heroine law enforcement, to say the least. So they found quite an crowd of excited reporters and cameramen when they arrived.

“Turbo, take Reich Star from Super Mom,” Raven said. “She can’t go down there. They will arrest her, too.”

“No, I have to be seen bringing the true mastermind of this crime to justice,” Super Mom said. “I will accept being taken into custody, but I need you to push hard and demand I be released on bail. Otherwise, I’ll vanish into the Dungeon. You might not ever see me again if that happens.”

“I don’t like this. We should work out a deal with the prosecutor first before you turn yourself in.”

“No, that’ll just make things worse,” she said. Super Mom sighed, her body tingling inside and out. Turning herself in would see her right back in her solitary cell, subject to the sexual predations of her former handlers all over again. Hopefully, her friends could work up public sentiment to such a level the court and police couldn’t ignore them. “It’ll be bad, but I’m a big girl. They won’t do anything to me that I haven’t endured before. Just please, be fast about it. Motivate the people. Force the courts hand before they completely break me.”

“It’s me you better worry about, bitch,” Reich Star growled, suddenly struggling. She almost broke free. “I swear I will destroy you, shattered any hope you have, and make your ultimate subjugation final next time I get my hands on you, Super Cunt.”

“She talks a good game, but that’s not the first time she’s threatened us with dire consequences,” Turbo said. “All yap, no bite.”

Power Star started to wake, stirring and struggling weakly. So Turbo flew up, lifted her had by her silky blonde hair, and PUNCHED her in the face five times. Power Star was out cold again. That was how they kept the bad girls down while waiting for the press to gather. Indeed, Turbo whipped around behind Super Mom, lifted Heike’s head, and grinned at her. The exalted Führerin of the 4th Reich Movement’s baby blues widened. Turbo smirked, and knocked her lights out.

“There. They won’t cause any trouble while turning them over to the cops.”

“I suspect Turbo has anger issues,” Freedom said. She grinned. “Not complaining.”

Spotting Chief Faust come out to address the reporters, Super Mom felt her shoulders tighten. She’d told her friends all about what he’d done to her. What he confessed to, and what she suspected. The city’s heroines would ensure he and Mayor Hook paid for their crimes. But first she had to jump back into the fire.

“Let’s do this before I chicken out,” Super Mom said.

She dropped fast. The others followed. Someone in the crowd spotted them, shouting out. Soon everyone was looking up and pointing. They got quite excited and loud. The cops looked grim, especially Chief Faust. Indeed, she was a little surprised he hadn’t made a run for it, maybe straight over to the 4th Reich.

A space opened between the police and reporters, up upon the wide terrace outside the headquarters building. The reporters backed halfway down the wide steps. Super Mom landed first, and immediately dropped Reich Star’s limp body at Chief Faust’s feet. Raven deposited Power Star next to her, and then Blitzkrieg joined them. All still out cold.

“We are delivering the leadership of the terrorist organization, the 4th Reich Movement, to you, Chief Faust. Reich Star, AKA Heike Von Greve, is the mastermind behind the organization, a human trafficker, and the leader of a conspiracy to take me down, along with all super heroines.”

The reporters cried out with joy and a million questions. Chief Faust scowled at her, then down at the unconscious metahuman beauties. Was Heike his boss? Did she have incriminating evidence against him? Those concerns were the reason the heroines had to turn their prisoners over in a very public manner.

“Furthermore, Chief Faust,” Super Mom said, turning to the reporters.

Cops flooded out of the front doors before she could say another word. Super Mom was seized, a Null Collar snapped around her neck, before she could react. Then to her shock, as well as the reporters’, Null Collars were locked around the other four heroines’ necks.

“You are all under arrest,” Chief Faust shouted to be heard over the cries of alarm in the crowd. “Super Mom is a known and dangerous fugitive, while Raven, Turbo, Vixen, and Freedom are guilty of aiding and abetting a known fugitive.”

“No!” Super Mom screamed, seeing all of their plans go up in flames. “You can’t do this to them! Let them go!”

The startled heroines were forced to their knees facing the reporters, while the cops locked handcuffs on them. And then the cops that had handcuffed them, reached around their faces, and ripped off their masks.

“Aaaaggh,” Raven cried.

The others gasped, heads reeling. But it wasn’t the end of the world, like the cops thought. Transforming into super heroines changed everyone’s appearance. It just made it harder, if not impossible, to go in under cover in their heroine bodies.

“Members of the press, you can’t allow this to happen to us!” Super Mom cried. “Chief Faust and Mayor Hook are secretly members of the 4th Reich! They are doing this to us to clear the way for Reich Star to take over the city, and then the country! Don’t allow them to… Ugh!”

“Silence, whore!” the cop holding her shouted, slamming a fist into the side of her head.

The other heroines suddenly started struggling, so the cops jumped on them and started beating them down. Beat them for ten minutes. All while the cameras rolled and the reporters stared in horror. Those wicked Nazi cops vented their pent up rage and fury upon the helpless and vulnerable super heroines.

Police lifted the heroines up, two per bloody, tattered woman, and dragged them inside. One and all were processed into custody. Stripped. Cavity searches conducted while male cops watched and leered. And then chained and hobbled, they were led down into the dungeon.

All were taken to separate cells, five cells in a row. Solitary. Super Mom was locked back into her old cell. She’d escaped it for just a single day and night. Jed led Jackson and Cord into her cell, grim smiles on all of their ugly faces.

Super Mom was forced to kneel naked before them. Just like old times. She looked up at them with red, wet eyes.

“We appreciate you going out and gathering up all of your heroine friends for us,” Jed said. “We’re going to enjoy fucking them almost as much as we love fucking you.”

All the defeated and vanquished beauty could do was lower her eyes and whimper.

What have I done?