Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 27) (Patreon)

Chapter 27

“Your Honor,” Super Mom’s attorney said. “We request our clients be released on bail pending appeals.”

“Motion denied,” Judge Woolworth said, eyes narrowing. “I am ordering them taken straight over to SuperMax, where they will begin serving their sentences. Appeal all you want, Councilors, but your clients are going to prison right now.”

Jailers stepped up behind the heroines, grabbed their arms, and pulled them away from the table. Super Mom, Raven, Turbo, Vixen, and Freedom were filed out of the courtroom through a side door and went straight to an elevator down to the underground processing center. They had to wait in separate holding cells until the court send down the paperwork. Then Super Mom was pulled out first.

“Do not fight us, Super Mom,” Jed said. “Or else.”

Super Mom was taken to a loading dock. Her eyes widened upon spotting five wooden pallets. Her team of handlers forced her belly down upon the first pallet, where she was first hogtied: Wrists bound to opposite arm’s elbows, ankles bound, then the ankle rope tied to a ring in the back of her null collar. Finally, her still super heroine clad body was tied down to the pallet for transport.

Freedom was brought out next, and hogtied to the next pallet over, followed by Turbo, Raven, and Vixen. Once all five super heroines were secured to pallets, a forklift rolled up and lifted vixen. She was driven over to a large panel truck, and set down facing back toward the door. Then Raven was placed in front of her. Turbo was put in next, followed by Vixen. Super Mom was lifted up and placed in the truck last.

The five teams of jailers gathered, looking over their charges one last time. They looked so terribly smug and pleased with themselves. It all sickened Super Mom, but they’d won. They had utterly destroyed her and the city’s other super heroines. In one fell swoop the 4th Reich sympathizers had wiped away the greatest defense against the Movement’s aggression.

The 4th Reich would be unopposed from then onward.

Hot tears rolled down her red cheeks as the door rolled down and plunged them into total darkness. The truck quickly departed. She lost track of time in that darkness and the noise of the road. Every bump jolted the painfully bound heroines. Every turn made them flinch and gasp. But finally, the truck stopped, and started backing up.

“God help us,” Freedom squeaked. “I love you guys!”

The door roared open before anyone else could say anything. Super Mom cried out, eyes huge. Heike, in full Reich Star regalia, stood before Power Star, Blitzkrieg, and …. ARIANA in a skimpy black corset-teddy, fishnet pantyhose, and red patent thigh boots. She wore red opera gloves, with a large red swastika emblazoned mid-trunk.

“Ariana!”

The eighteen year old stepped forward, and slapped her step-mom.

Thwack!

“Shut up. I’m Reich Girl, you moronic bimbo slut,” she sneered. Thwack! “Do not speak to me unless I ask you a question, whore.”

Thwack!

Super Mom gawked, an incredulous look on her face. It was worse than she feared. Ariana belonged to Reich Star body and soul. She was completely brainwashed and Turned.

“Aw, come on, Ari, show your step-mommy a little love,” Reich Star said, then her bright blue eyes narrowed.

Reich Girl never hesitated. “My pleasure, my Führerin.”

The blonde former coed dropped to her knees before Super Mom. She held the heroine’s head in both hands, tilted her head, and pressed in for a long, deep kiss. Ariana open-mouth kissed her step-mother for the longest time, forcing Super Mom to finally submit and return her kisses. They made out, until Reich Girl pulled her top down to expose her perky young tits. Super Mom was forced to kiss and nuzzled her step-daughter’s boobs, sucking and nibbling her nipples. Finally, Reich Girl stood, yanked her thin nether closure aside, and ground her hot, wet pussy all over Super Mom’s face. She ended by grinding it into her mouth until she climaxed.

This is all my fault, Super Mom thought. Everyone I loved has been brought down and destroyed just to hurt me.

The other four super heroines were released from their pallets. Untied. They were forced to kneel in line before Super Mom. Reich Star stepped up close to Turbo. Power Start stood before Raven. Blitzkrieg chose Freedom, and that left Reich Girl in front of Vixen.

“Kiss and lick boot, super bitches,” Reich Star commanded.

In full costume, the four heroines looked at each other with misery filled eyes. Raven and Turbo glanced back at Super Mom. But then all four silently nodded, shifted to all fours, and crawled up to the victors. Super Mom groaned as they lowered their lips to booted feet, and started kissing and licking.

“You won’t get away with this, Heike,” Super Mom said.

“I disagree. I own this SuperMax prison. Nothing about you will escape these walls that I don’t approve,” she said. “As far as the people will know, you are quietly and politely serving your well-deserved sentences. Oh, don’t expect to get out on parole. No early release for good time, either. You will all serve your full sentences, and then I’ll just move you over to the breeding program deep inside headquarters.”

“Breeding program?” Freedom asked, sitting back on her legs. “All of us? But we’ll be too old.”

“I misspoke. You will enter the breeding program today, my pretty,” Reich Star sneered. “And there you will remain until your body gives up the ghost.”

Super Mom bucked and struggled against her bindings, pulling the three evil metahumans attention to her. Reich Star and Power Star grinned, but Blitzkrieg glared at her. Ariana stared with cold eyes, which hurt the most.

“Heike, please, I’ll submit to anything you wish,” Super Mom cried. “I’ll fully cooperate, just let Ariana, Kyle, and little Joey go free and unmolested. I beg you, Heike. I’ll do anything.”

“Aw, sweety, that is so kind of you,” she purred, holding Super Mom’s gaze with an intensity the heroine hadn’t felt before. “But Kyle has already started serving his 15 to 30 year sentence in Federal prison down in Kentucky. Ariana belongs to me, body and soul, and little Joey…” She wagged her brows. “He is the son of another metahuman. I am personally raising him, training him, to be the perfect 4th Reich soldier. And maybe when he’s all grown up, and if you are still fertile, I’ll let him get a metahuman daughter off you.” She winked. “You’re welcome.”

Once Reich Star was satisfied with the four super heroines’ boot licking submissively, she ordered them bound and moved to the side. They would watch the final humiliations of Annarky’s premier super heroine.

Super Mom was released from the pallet. She was dragged up to Reich Star, who just scooted her right foot forward. The raven-maned beauty licked her lips, glanced at the dejected, broken heroines, and sighed. She lowered her lips to the toe of Reich Star’s booted foot, and kissed it. Then she started kissing, licking, and nuzzling. Reich Star directed her to work her way up, up, up until…

“Mmmgh,” Super Mom moaned, lapping at her mistress’s hot, wet pussy.

The once proud and powerful super heroine ate her foe, her captor, out. She quickly pushed Reich Star over the top. The evil metahuman cried out, looking so damned pleased. And then she stepped aside and Power Star stepped before Super Mom.

“Now do me,” the blonde former heroine commanded.

Super Mom lowered her full red lips to the toe of Power Star’s black patent thigh boot. She gave it a firm kiss, glanced up, and then started licking. She licked, nuzzled, and kiss boot from toe to heel, and then gave that tall thin heel lots of love. Power Star kept up a running commentary, guiding the vanquished beauty’s every move. Like with Reich Star, Super Mom was forced to work her way up the blonde’s long leg, onto her satiny thigh. Power Star pulled her bikini bottoms aside so Super Mom could eat her pussy, and she laid into it with tongue and lips.

“Just like old times,” Power Star said, grinning down at her. “Right? I’ve missed your slutty touch and talent since you escaped for the final time. Next.”

“Blitzkrieg,” Reich Star said.

The hot little redheaded Nazi stepped before Super Mom. Such wicked glee owned her lovely face. She bent over, cupped Super Mom’s chin, and claimed her lips in a lingering, open-mouth kiss. Then she held the heroine’s eyes.

“I missed my little milk maiden,” she purred, yanking her suit down to pop out her milk-swollen tits. Blitzkrieg wrapped her hand around the heroine’s left boob, squeezed, and pulled forward. A thick stream of mother’s milk squirted out and all over the Nazi’s right foot. “Expect to entertain me a lot more often from now on. Now, lick my boot and cunt.”

Blitzkrieg stood, slid that right foot forward, and grinned. “Get to it.”

Super Mom paused, staring down at that milk-soaked boot, and sighed. She lowered her face, and tentatively started licking. It just felt so wrong to consume her own mother’s milk, but so many Nazi men had forced her to drink it.

“Mmm,” she moaned, all of that submission, boot and pussy licking, was starting to stir her libido.

Power Star stepped around behind the hapless heroine. Pulling Super Mom’s nether closure to the side, she began stroking her butt crack from asshole to clit, over and over. After a moment, she concentrated on the raven-haired heroines soppy wet pussy and engorged clit.

“Mmmmmmm.”

Super Mom wrapped her tongue around Blitzkrieg’s tall stiletto heel, stroking it up and down. She moaned and groaned, wiggling her butt all the while. Power Star dropped to one knee to better work over the captured heroine’s pussy. Soon, Super Mom’s insides melted into a hot, fluttery mess. Tiny animal sounds began bubbling out of her, inspiring Power Star to greater effort.

“Aaaaagggh,” Super Mom cried when a climax erupted. She struggled to keep kissing and licking boot, but she did so with renewed vigor during the afterglow. But Power Star never ceased her efforts, and quickly forced her to climax again. “Aaaaagggh.”

“Our boys working as her handlers in jail did a great job of mentally and physically conditioning her,” Reich Star said. “Remind me to give them all a little bonus.”

Blitzkrieg couldn’t handle it any longer. She grabbed Super Mom’s head, forced it up between her legs, and ground her hot, wet cunt against the heroine’s mouth. The broken beauty complied without protest, licking and nibbling pussy like a pro. Body hot and quivering, her emotional walls shattered, Super Mom ate her out with enthusiasm and pleasure.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Mmmm. Mmm.”

“Aaagggh!” Blitzkrieg cried. She stumbled back a step, away from Super Mom. “God help me, she’s good.”

Power Star jerked Super Mom back by her hair, head rolled all the way back. She claimed the vanquished beauty’s lips in a passionate open-mouth kiss. Blitzkrieg dropped to her knees before the heroine, leaned over, and went after her milk-swollen tits. The redhead suckled, drinking copious amounts of raw mother’s milk.

“Super MILF milk is the best,” Blitzkrieg gasped. “Mmmmm.”

Blitzkrieg started rubbing Super Mom’s clit, while Power Star finger fucked the heroine’s butt. They forced Super Mom to climax five more times. Yeah, they left her a quivering pile of flesh, moaning and groaning in a stupor.

“That’s enough. Blitzkrieg, I want you to personally ensure Raven, Turbo, Vixen, and Freedom are secure in their cells, and then start the breeders fucking them.”

“Yes, my Führerin.”

“Power Star, you and Reich Girl take control of Super Mom,” Reich Star said. “We’re going to go make a porn video.”

“A Super Mom gangbang video?” Power Star asked, perking up.

“Oh, good idea. That, too,” the blonde Führerin said. “But first, I was thinking a mother-daughter reunion. Super Mom fucked long and hard by her step-daughter, Reich Girl.”

“Even better,” Reich Girl said.