Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 28) - Conclusion (Patreon)

Chapter 28

Reich Star glanced to her right. She caught Super Mom’s eyes and gave a little nod. The former heroine rose sensuously off her knees. Like the other four ex-heroines serving the 4th Reich as slave/breeders, she wore her full costume. The four of them were completely broken, tamed, and brainwashed into being obedient slavegirls and breeding stock.

Super Mom picked up a tray of flutes, and began placing them in front of the attendees around the large round table. Governor Richardson quirked a curious brow, while Mayor Hook and Chief Faust looked excited. She gave them a gracious smile as Raven, Freedom, Vixen, and Turbo started pouring champagne.

She noticed the state’s governor copped a feel of Super Mom’s tits, and of Raven’s butt when she poured. Super Mom froze and moaned, eyes closing as she enjoyed the attention. Raven giggled and wiggled her butt. Really, she ground her butt into his hand.

Reich Star bit her lip, insides all fluttery. Even after three years, she still got a thrill when she saw one of Annarky’s super heroines slavishly serving her and her people. Victory felt so amazing. Capturing, breaking, and brainwashing those beauties into docile, perfectly obedient slavegirls was the highlight of her life.

The captured metahumans had not disappointed in the breeding program, either. Indeed, they exceeded expectations. So far, every child had been a metahuman girl. Super Mom was currently pregnant with her fourth child, confirmed three days back to be a girl, so probably metahuman. Raven was the most pregnant at the moment, within a week of giving birth to her third daughter.

Freedom squealed when Mayor Hook grabbed her crotch as she refilled his glass. She was just beginning to show with her second child. Problem was the child was a boy. The first boy so far, who will be raised within the Movement to become a good and loyal soldier. For some reason the youngest broodmare was the hardest to impregnate. But Turbo was a true broodmare like Super Mom, currently heavy with her fourth girl. Her breasts were also the biggest, and best milk producers.

“Mmmmm.”

Reich Star arched a brow. General Mannheim had Vixen impaled reverse cowgirl. The redhead was between pregnancies, having given birth just three weeks back. Her metahuman body had already snapped back, looking absolutely amazing in her tight little costume. The general then pulled one tit out, giving it a hard enough squeeze to shoot milk out on the floor.

“Super Mom, that spilled milk is a safety hazard,” Reich Star said. “Lick it up.”

“Yes, my Führerin,” the raven-maned beauty said.

Everyone watched the beautiful woman drop to all fours, lean down and start licking. Super Mom’s face looked beatific as she lapped up that hot raw mother’s milk. It wasn’t the first, or last, time she licked up milk off the floor. Usually her own. But she made short work of it, getting the shiny tile floor perfectly clean with her tongue, then used her long hair to dry the spot.

What a beautiful sight.

“Gentlemen. Ladies,” Reich Star stood, lifting her flute of champagne. “A toast to the tenacity and determination of the 4th Reich’s Stormtroopers,” she said, watching everyone rise and lift their glasses. “Last night the Movement captured the very last super heroine in America down in San Antonio. Our operation started with the capture of Super Mom and the Annarky heroines three years and some change back. We achieved full success last night. To Victory!”

“To Victory!”

They sat after Reich Star took her seat. She turned to the governor. “Report.”

Governor Richardson grinned. “Last week’s election gave us a super majority in both the Senate and House. The 4th Reich is in effective control of the state now.” He grinned at her. “And that makes thirty-four states we have at least a majority in all three branches.”

“Wonderful. Power Star, how did we do Federally?”

Power Star’s smile was big and bright. “When the new congress is sworn in we will have a three man majority in the Senate, and a ten man majority in the House. Unfortunately, President Howard was reelected by a slim majority. But… We have the numbers to successfully impeach him, then his vice president, and put our Speaker of the House into the White House.”

“Perfect,” she purred, all tingly inside and out. “By this time next year, the 4th Reich Movement will be ruling America with an iron fist! And we will never surrender our power!”

The politicians and Movement generals around the table stood and cheered. The five heroine-slaves dropped to their knees, foreheads pressed to the floor in submission.

Reich Star lifted her arm in salute, shouting, “The American Reich is born!”

The End