Present Day:

Josephine Circa is now 19 and a Law Student at Delta City University. She is completely unaware that her mother was Superwoman and unaware of the family secret. Her natural instinct to help people is exhibited in her desire to become a prosecutor. She also volunteers time to the local homeless kitchen often as well as teaches Karate to kids. She’s well known as a “go getter” and is respected among her peers. She’s also a very beautiful young lady. Standing at 5 foot 6 with long brunette hair she frequently attracts the attention of young men. Being as busy as she is Josephine never has time for romance. Despite her lack of a love life she always keeps herself perfect with manicured nails and light makeup that accents her eyes and lips. Today she is wearing shin high black leather boots with tight black leggings, a white t shirt and tummy length short leather jacket.

“Auntie Joyce, I’m leaving!”

“Will you be home for dinner?” Joyce asked.

“I’ll be back around 7 then I have to get prepared for tomorrows mock trial at school. See you tonight!” Josephine yelled out as she shut the front door.

Joyce began cleaning up the kitchen when she heard the familiar rumbling upstairs in the attic. She told Josephine it was some raccoons, but in reality it was a family secret looking to be set free again. Joyce went upstairs to her room and opened the door to the attic. Walking up the stairs she sat on her yoga mat and opened the box in front of it. The artifacts of power, handed down from mother to daughter were glowing red. They wanted to commune with Joyce. She placed the artifacts on her and closed her eyes. As her consciousness flowed into the artifacts she becomes aware of her new surroundings. Appearing in front of her is the stored consciousness of the last Defender, Josephine’s mother, Jacqueline.

“It’s time Joyce. She is ready.”
“No, Jackie. I won’t let her take the risk of becoming the Defender.”
“The choice is not yours to make sister. I can feel forces are beginning to align against her.”
“Jackie, I won’t put her at risk.”
“You’re putting her at risk by not arming her with the artifacts.”
“Just like you risked your life and got yourself killed for your troubles. Mother died from the grief and the world watched you beg for your life to that low life scumbag Conquistador. You don’t get to tell me when she’s ready. You weren’t ready, you didn’t train. You relied on the powers alone. Now you’re dead and your daughter doesn’t know you. It’s over Jackie. The line ended with you.”
“When you realize my daughter is in danger I’ll be here, Joyce.”

[Back at Delta City University]

Walking through the campus with some friends Josephine has to catch the bus downtown to karate school. She says goodbye and cuts through an old cement set of stairs left over from the old main campus before renovation. Barely traveled, Josephine is alone on the stairs with overgrown shrubbery around it. Behind her a shady young man wearing a hoodie appears out of nowhere and calls out to her…

“Yo, Miss! You drop this?”

Josephine stopped to look back from the top of the second set of stairs…

“Me? What did I drop?” She asked as the hooded man approached holding his fist clenched.

“Don’t try to be a hero, bitch!” The man yelled out while sucker punching Josephine.

Josephine caught unaware tumbled down the stairs to lay sprawled out sideways on the cement steps. Her dark hair gently falling to the step under her head with her mouth slightly open…

[Later at the Delta City General Hospital]

Josephine wakes up in a hospital bed. She had been hit so hard she was out for a couple of hours. Sitting next to her was Joyce.

“Wh…what happened? Where am I?…Auntie Joyce?”

“Oh, thank god you’re awake. The doctors were concerned about a concussion.”

“What time is it Auntie?”

“6:30”

“OH NO! I missed the karate class! The kids! They’ll be so disappointed!”

“I think they’ll understand sweetheart.”

Then a male police officer entered the room. He took Joesphine’s statement and description of the man who attacked her. He said it was probably just a random act of violence, wrong place at the wrong time. They would put the patrol officers on notice, but most likely the person will never be found. When Josephine mentioned the message of “Don’t try to be a hero, bitch” the officer said it was most likely because she is in law school and is jealous.

“Officer, with all due respect that makes no sense. I’d like to talk to a detective.” Demanded Josephine.

“Listen Ms. Circa. You’re a good looking girl in a black tights walking alone in public. You probably shook your ass a little without realizing and turned the guy on. We don’t assign detectives to minor things like this. We’re very busy and you only get a detective if you get sexually assaulted or murdered.” Said the officer bluntly.

Josephine sat stunned. “So this is Delta City’s finest? You wore tight clothes and it’s your fault? Are you kidding me?

“Look lady, you wanna feel safe? Get a gun or at least a can of mace. Delta City isn’t what it used to be. There aren’t heroes flying around saving every damsel in distress anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” Josephine asked.

“He’s talking about Superwoman, aren’t you officer? You’re about 40, you remember her don’t you?” Joyce asked.

“Delta City doesn’t believe in heroes anymore ladies. When Superwoman died, so did the City.” The officer said then walked out.

[The Next Day]

Josephine wakes up early and despite her Aunt’s objections she is determined to get to class early and use the room to practice for her mock trial. She dresses as a lawyer today. She wore a pair of light nude pantyhose, black thin pinstriped skirt and jacket with white blouse and cream colored peek toe high heeled shoes. Arriving at the empty classroom she begins setting up her board and practices her opening statements. She had at least an hour alone with the room to practice. Suddenly a janitor walked in with a pushcart and a baseball cap pulled down over his eyes…

“Oh, I’m just here early practicing for a mock trial. Don’t mind me…” Josephine said.

“It’s fine lady….” He said as he moved in behind her to empty the waste basket…

Suddenly the janitor slammed the back of Josephine’s head with his fist. Dazed, Josephine stumbled forward unable to comprehend what was happening. The Janitor grabbed her hair to hold her up and said into her ear “Don’t try to be hero, bitch!” Then punched her in back of the head again. This time knocking her out as she fell forward laying unconscious on her belly. In the scuffle her left shoe fell off exposing her small panythose encased foot. The tiny wrinkled sole shimmering from the silky hose glazing her legs. The man was supposed to walk out and leave, but couldn’t resist touching a sexy white college student’s pantyhosed foot. Where he came from women didn’t wear pantyhose and rarely got to see such a sexy pantyhosed foot so close. Much less the foot of an unconscious gorgeous brunette. Her legs were shimmering and sparkling from the lighting in the ceiling and business outfit she was wearing accented her body perfectly. The glazed sexy foot and legs were too much to pass up.

The Janitor knelt down and unzipped his pants pulling out his dirty member. Picking up the sexy small glazed limp foot of Josephine got him harder than he had ever been in his life. Something about this girls feet and legs was just so perfect. He placed his filthy cock on Josephines perfectly manicured foot and stroked his manhood with it. “Oh yeah…fucking little white bitch…you ain’t no hood rat ho!” He said while losing himself in his fantasy come true. Suddenly the man spilled his man seed all over Josephine’s sexy foot. When he was done her foot was covered and soaked in his man juice. He wanted to rape her, but realized he didn’t have the time. Cumming on the unconscious Josephine’s foot was more than good enough and more than he deserved.

Hours later Joyce was sitting next to Josephine who was still unconscious in a hospital bed from the attack. She sat thinking about the attacks…”It has to be a coincidence. This can’t be, it isn’t…this can’t be related to her being next in line for the artifacts.” She tried desperately to convince herself. She didn’t want her only family to become the prime target for villains, powers or not. When Josephine woke up a detective came in to interview her.

“Ms. Circa, I’m Detective Rebecca Hunt. I’d like to ask you some questions about the attack….” Detective Rebecca Hunt was a stunning beautiful blonde who stood at 5 foot 7. She has closed more cases in the past 5 years than any other Detective of the DCPD. She is for all intents and purposes a perfect Detective. Hard nosed and no nonsense she also has amazing compassion for the people she protects. Rebecca Hunt is feared by the corrupt cops on the force and she refuses to work with a partner because of the corruption in the DCPD. She explained to Josephine that because of the semen on her foot she was the victim of a sexual assault.

“Don’t be intimidated by these attacks. You’re studying to be a prosecutor and I’ll need you one day. I’ll arrest them and you’ll prosecute them…deal?” Smiled Hunt while reassuring Josephine.

“We’re going to run the DNA on your nylons. If this guy’s been in trouble with the law before he’ll be in our system and we’ll find him and I’ll personally arrest him, I promise.”

“Thank you Detective Hunt, I’m glad you’re on the case. You’re not like the other cops I’ve met.”

Detective Hunt smiled. “Now unless you’re not telling me something it sounds like somebody is trying to keep you from becoming a prosecutor. Is there anything else?”

Aunt Joyce chimed in “No Detective, Josephine is a great kid and the only thing she does wrong is keep her room messy. That’s all.”

“Okay, well I’ll be in touch with the DNA results. Until then I’m going to post a plain clothes officer outside your house just in case.”

Back at the DCPD Detective Hunt received the results of the DNA testing. The semen came back to a small time hood thug named Tyrone Jenkins. Convicted of stealing cars and small time drug dealing. They had him in the interrogation room within the hour.

Detective Hunt walked into the room with Tyrone sitting cuffed at the table. She was wearing a black skirt with nylons and high heeled black shoes. She noticed Tyrone looking at her legs. “You like what you see Tyrone? Maybe you’d like to jerk off all over my feet too, huh?”

“Bitch, I dunno what the fuck you think you’re gonna get outta me, but I guarantee I’ll be walking out of here.”

“Sure, you’ll be walking out in cuffs to lockup. Now why’d you assault a 19 year old girl and jerk off on her feet?”

“Fuck you, slut cop.”

Hunt sat up on the table in front of Tyrone with her legs open. He could see her pantyhose shimmering and he started getting hard. Hunt noticed and smiled. “You like pantyhose don’t you? They’re so soft and silky, makes a leg look so much more appealing, huh? I like them too, make me feel so feminine in a male dominated job. Sometimes I like to take off my shoes and rub my hosed feet.”

“Yeah, bitch…you fine…you one of dem cops who like to party? Make some extra cash on the side?”

“No, I just like to press my advantage.” Hunt said as she placed her high heel on Tyrone’s crotch and crushed his balls….

The screaming Tyone couldn’t believe it…

“I don’t give a fuck about your civil rights Tyrone, you attacked a girl and came on her feet. You fucking loser piece of shit. This is your third strike asshole so you better start talking and give me something to work with or I’m going to make sure you don’t get out of prison until you’re all gray and old.”

“Okay! Okay! Fucking crazy white bitch! These two white folks came up to me and gave me 1G to send the bitch a message twice! A man and a woman!”

“Who were they dickhead!?”

“Fuck! I dunno! They were white with glasses! The guy was kind of jacked with a suit and slicked parted hair…fucking guy was a nerd! So was the lady! Both wore thick black glasses like it was the fucking 50’s or some shit! They were nerds!” Tyrone screamed.

“You better give me something more than that you piece of human shit!” Hunt threatened while pressing her hard heel against his balls.

“AAHHHHHHH! FUCK!…….She called him Clark and he called her Diana! They was fucking stupid white people looking for a brother to do some dirty work! That’s all I know! I swear to motherfucking god!”

Detective Hunt removed her foot and got off the table. “Thanks Tyrone, I think that went well….and you’re still a piece of shit.”

[Next Day]

Detective Hunt sat with Josephine and Joyce in their living room.

“We got the guy who did this. It’s his third strike so he’s going away for a long time.”

“That’s fantastic, thank you so much for your hard work Detective!” Josephine said.

“Just one thing. He said two people paid him to attack you and give you a message to not be a hero. He said they were both white, one male and one female. Male was muscular, both had slicked hair with thick black rimmed glasses. Male went by Clark, female went by Diana. Mean anything to you?”

Aunt Joyce turned pale.

“Joyce? are you okay?” Hunt asked.

“Yes…yes I’m fine…I don’t know anything about these people…sorry.” She said.

“I have no idea Detective.” Josephine said.

“Okay thanks for your time..and don’t forget Josephine…one day…I’ll arrest them and you”ll prosecute them.” Detective Hunt said with a smile then left.

It was then that Joyce knew how dangerous the situation had become. She knew who was paying the thug to intimidate her Niece. It was time for Josephine to learn the truth….

That day Josephine learned that her mother wasn’t a missing person. She learned that her mother was Superwoman. She learned about the artifacts and how it was time to start training with them….

[Meanwhile at Conquistador’s HQ]

The Conquistador asked his right hand man, Buckshot: “Cops arrested a kid named Tyrone, says he got paid to intimidate a girl. Nobody intimidates someone in this city without my knowledge. Who is he? Bring him here so I can find out who paid him.”

Buckshot was Conquistadors enforcer and his signature move was to shoot the face off his victims to so their family had to give them a closed casket funeral.

“You got it boss. I’ll check it out. If the kids stuck in jail I’ll pay off the usual cops to get him out.”

TO BE CONTINUED