Detective Rebecca Hunt is in The Captain’s office screaming about Tyrone Jenkins “accidental” release from prison.

“This is bullshit! Nobody touches my collars! Those are my rules! Now that piece of shit is out on the street doing whatever the hell he wants! I’ll take this right up the chain of command until someone answers for this shit!” she screamed.

“Calm down Detective, I’ll look into this matter personally… ” The Captain said.

“I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!…”

All eyes in the pen were on the Captain’s office door. The shouting could be heard clearly and the male detectives had a nickname for Hunt. One male Detective turned to his parter…

“Looks like Detective Cunt is on her period Hahaha!” Most of the station laughed.

The Captain explained that Tyrone was picked up by a high priced lawyer who had orders signed by a Judge to immediately release Tyrone. Delta City corruption at it’s finest.

“Then I want the Judge in cuffs! I want the Mayor informed, I want… “ Her tirade was cut short by The Captain.

“I want, I want, Jesus Christ Rebecca you’re not a one woman army. You need to shut up and start playing by the fucking rules. If you try to intimidate a Judge, if you go anywhere near a Judge I’ll have you busted down to traffic tomorrow. IS THAT CLEAR DETECTIVE?“

“Yes, sir.” Rebecca respected the Captain because he was always a man of integrity who usually supported her style of police work.

“Good, now get out there and catch some more bad guys. Dismissed.”

“Sir, Tyrone Jenkins doesn’t have two dimes to rub together. Don’t you think it’s suspicious he suddenly has a power lawyer?“ She asked.

“Dismissed, Detective.” The Captain said firmly.

As she left the office she noticed every officer looked at her for a split second then looked away to avoid eye contact. Nobody wanted to incur the wrath of Detective Rebecca Hunt. This made her the most feared Detective on the force, but it also made her the loneliest.

[Meanwhile at Josephines house]

Upstairs in the attic Joyce opens the box containing the artifacts.

“They’re beautiful. Our family is responsible for these?”

“Yes, for generations we have. They were made for our bloodline. The belt gives you half your strength and your invulnerability. The choker gives you the other half of your strength and the power to fly. Together they make you the most powerful woman on earth. Now I need you to sit on the mat and put the artifacts on.” 

Josephine put the artifacts on in her jeans and white T shirt she sits on the mat. She feels the intense rush of mystical power flow through her body.

“Now my niece, close your eyes and open your mind. Lose yourself in the artifacts. See your mother….

A tear rolls down Josephines face as she feels the presence of her mother. She could talk to her, feel her, smell her. It was amazing, it was emotional and it was real…

“Daughter, I’ve waited so long for this moment. The time has come for you to become the Defender. You must listen to what I am about to tell you about the artifacts.”

“Yes, mother…”

“The artifacts will give you powers, but the level of power depends on your connection to them. The stronger the connection, the stronger you are. You will fly faster, have more strength and be able to withstand more punishment. You must be able to feel the artifacts. You must be able to close your eyes and know exactly where the artifacts are. When you can do that you will be able to recall the artifacts to you telepathically. Then you will truly be invincible. It is of the utmost importance that you train this ability.”

“Yes, mother. Were you able to recall the artifacts?“ Josephine asked.

“No, my daughter and I paid the ultimate price for it. Now I will share with you my last moments of life so that you don’t share in my fate….”

Suddenly it was 1995 and Josephine was in the hull of a large cargo ship. It was dark and cold. She was an invisible watcher and she could feel her mother’s emotions and hear her thoughts. It was a mystical echo, a rare playback of the unknown demise of the once undefeated Superwoman.

Superwoman was dressed in a medium cut red leotard with sheer arms and chest. Long red spandex gloves which came up to her elbows. Shimmering Pantyhose which captured the light glimmering along the sexy curves of her legs. Red leather high heeled boots which came just under her knees. A red mask with thin, subtle streaks of glitter along the sides which extended into her sexy brunette hair. Much understated than her 1985 glitter it still picked up the light and combined with the shiny pantyhose it made her a shimmering beacon of good. Superwoman represented hope.

Josephine watched and listened as Superwoman’s heels clicked on the metal floor while walking down the narrow ship hallways. Her heels clicking, she walked into the main cargo area. Suddenly lights came on and she heard a voice at the other end of the room…

“Ah, Superwoman. You have finally come for The Conquistador.” Said the well dressed man in a white suit.

“Conquistador, it’s over. I know how you’ve been getting your filthy drugs into Delta City. The police are coming to seize this vessel. Give up now.”

“Ah, yes. The police. I can assure you that they are not coming and neither are any of your other hero friends. You are alone and you will die tonight by my hand. This I promise you.”

“You’re more delusional than I thought Conquistador. Your crime career is over.” She said as her heels started clicking as she walked towards him.

Suddenly three men ran out in front of her. One with a shotgun and two with pistols.

“Okay boys, hard way or easy way?” She asked.

Superwoman stood there as the men opened fire. The bullets bouncing off harmlessly. “Hard way it is…”  She grabbed the mans shotgun barrel and slammed the butt into his chest sending him down. Then she grabbed the other two, picking them up and slamming them together unconscious.

Then she glared at The Conquistador moving towards him again. He pulls out a pistol and opens fire until Superwoman slaps the gun from his hand like a child. Using her right arm Superwoman grabs a handful of his shirt and lifts him off the ground holding him up against the metal wall. His feet dangling and kicking uselessly.

“I sort of expected more from The Great Conquistador. You’re a real disappointment.” Superwoman said.

“Okay, okay. I cannot defeat you with such power. Please, put me down. I will give up quietly.” He said.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment…” Superwoman stated while putting the man down and pushing him against the wall.

Conquistador glared cunningly at Superwoman. “Yes, Superwoman. So have I…”

Suddenly she felt a sudden and shocking loss of power as the man holding the shotgun sneaked up behind her and ripped the artifacts from her perfect body. Stunned, she stood there with her mouth open looking down at her waist and touching her neck.

Conquistador held onto the railing against his back and used it to launch both feet into Superwoman’s chest. Falling back Superwoman slid back a few feet on her sexy Nylon glazed ass then hit the back of her head on the metal floor.

Conquistador wasted no time running to the downed Superwoman and sat on top of her, pinning her arms to her sides with his legs. Squirming uselessly Superwoman felt several punches land to her face. Already dazed and confused Superwoman felt Conquistador grab two handfuls of her dark hair and slammed the back of her head on the ground to soften her up.

Then Conquistador traced his hand down Superwoman’s wrist and began pulling her right Spandex glove one finger at a time until he had enough material to pull the whole glove off. For the first time ever Superwoman’s red manicured nails were exposed.

Conquistador then wrapped the long glove around Superwoman’s neck and began to strangle her with her with it. Superwoman, the most powerful woman on earth, was being strangled by her very own glove!

Kicking her legs all she could do was bang her high heels against the metal floor trying to gasp for air. Her arms pinned all she could do was softly slap his leg with her hands. One bare hand and one spandex gloved hand trying to grab for anything.

Superwoman’s eyes open wide in panic as her red lips gasped for precious air. Her dark shadowed eyes and long mascaraed lashes contrasting her red mask as the whites of her eyes opened a window of fear and uncertainty into her guarded soul. The Conquistador looks at Superwoman and smiles…

“I sort of expected more from The Great Superwoman. You’re a bit of a disappointment.” He mocked.

“Buckshot! Remove her boots. They’re making a lot of noise and I want to keep them as a trophy along with her belt and choker.” He ordered.
Buckshot put the artifacts down and walked over to Superwoman’s kicking legs. He grabbed Superwoman’s right leg while stepping on her left leg to keep it from moving. Slowly he removed the red boot. Her sweaty nylon glazed foot now exposed to the cold sea air. Her shimmery nylons now shining all the way down to her red painted toes. He drops the foot and it lands on the floor making no noise. He does the same to the other foot. Superwoman’s struggling feet no longer able to even make noise. Completely Helpless.

Superwoman sees her artifacts far away on the floor. She reaches for them in vain trying to concentrate. She was never able to connect to them like that. It was hopeless.

Superwoman could hear the voice of her mother as she regretted not listening to her 10 years ago…

“… if a villain manages to remove your artifacts you’ll be utterly helpless and at his mercy…. Evil Men will be more than happy to humiliate and degrade you given the chance.”

“Now Superwoman, I’m going to show you just how pathetic you truly are!” Conquistador said while unbuckling his pants and exposing his well groomed manhood. Then he reached back and grabbed her nylon encased legs while at the same time sliding his body up to sit higher up on Superwoman’s chest. Almost bending her in half with her sexy feet on either side of his head. Conquistadors rock solid cock was an inch away from Superwoman’s mouth.

It gave Superwoman a moment to breathe but it would be all the mercy she would receive that night. She saw his manhood staring her in the face…

“No! I won’t! I’m still Superwo…MMMMMPH!”

Conquistador violently rammed his hard cock down Superwoman’s throat again making her fight for air. He loved how he could see her nyloned feet next to his head. He loved the way her legs felt as he controlled them. Bending her more and watching how her ankles flexed uselessly and her toes spread trying to fight in vain.

“Yes Superwoman. You are taking the cock of your greatest enemy, The Conquistador!” He gloated.

The helpless Superwoman could feel his cock starting to pulse in her mouth. Unable to stop him Conquistador began to shoot his seed into her mouth causing her to choke. Conquistador pulls out of her mouth and shoots the remaining seed on her face. Much of it landing on her red mask and dripping down the sides of her face.

“Oh, Superwoman, I hope I didn’t ruin your pretty glitter makeup! Hahaha!“ He said laughing as he stood up finally freeing Superwoman.

Superwoman coughing on his load rolled onto her belly. “Caahhh! You.. you animal… you’ll pay for this…” She said while spitting his vile seed out.

The two men Superwoman had knocked out earlier woke up and stood near Buckshot watching the defeat of the once Invincible Superwoman.

“Okay boys, time to make Superwoman feel it while I recover…” Conquistador said while pointing to the two goons.

The two goons picked up the beaten Superwoman. One of them holding her arms back while the other began a barrage of punches to her tight midsection. Blow after blow making Superwoman grunt and moan in pain as her legs became like jello, barely able to stand. Then the goons switched sides and the other one held her arms back. Another barrage of punches, this time to her beautiful face. Superwoman, now on the verge of passing out looks up at the man punching her…

“…t..th..that all…yooou got..?” She said defiantly.

They look to Conquistador for direction. “Ah, yes, the defiant heroine. Never admitting defeat, always so confident in herself. Believing that when this is over she will be triumphant.” He says as he walks up to face the captured superheroine.

“…y…you..won’t…win..” Superwoman manages to mumble out.

Conquistador smiles. “Would you like to know how I learned about your powers? How I knew that removing your little accessories would reduce you to the pathetic scared little girl you really are?”

Superwoman remains silent, defiantly glaring at her captor.

“Yes? Of course you do. It was your so called “friends” at The Justice League. They want you gone. Now, I don’t pretend to know why they want you gone. I’m simply the lucky recipient of their benevolence. Because once I have eliminated you The Justice League has agreed to stay out of Delta City forever. All for a monthly fee I pay to them. So you see, not only do I own this city’s crime, I own the police and I own the Justice League.”

Superwoman began to tremble with anger. “YOU LIE!!!” She screamed.

“Do I Superwoman? Do I lie? Then tell me, where are you friends? They all knew you were coming here. Where is Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman? Where are the police boats coming to save you and impound my cargo ship? Where are the people you saved over the past 10 years? What has all your heroic nonsense gotten you? It has gotten you here, defeated with my cum dripping from your pretty lips.”

“NO!!! I’m going to win! I’m Superwoman! I’m SUPERWOMAN!” She screamed.

“Okay Superwoman. I shall give you a chance to “win”. Conquistador said while turning to Buckshot. “Buckshot! drop Superwoman’s accessories on the floor and come over here.”

Buckshot complied, walking over to the group, leaving the artifacts on the floor.

“Now Superwoman, here is your chance. All you have to do is go over there and retrieve your powers. We will stay here. Release her.” Conquistador ordered.

The Thug let go of Superwoman as her jello legs failed her and she collapsed to the floor. An outburst of laughter ensued as she started to crawl to the artifacts. Finding it difficult to stand as her nylon glazed feet kept slipping on the metal floor. She finally manages to stand and takes several steps before collapsing again. The men continue to laugh…

“You won’t be laughing when I put those back on…” She says.

The men laugh harder as she gets closer to her hope. Finally reaching her artifacts, collapsing to her knees she dons the choker and belt. She feels a rush of confidence as she weakly stands up. Still hurting from the beating she felt much less than 100%. She had never been beaten so badly then don the artifacts. “The healing properties of these artifacts have never been tested before. I’m still in pain, but at least they can’t hurt me now.” She thinks to herself.

Superwoman faces the gang and strikes a weak power pose.

“Okay Superwoman, you have your powers back. Now…WIN!” Conquistador yells.

Superwoman walks over to the gang, visibly in pain as she gingerly holds her midsection with every step. Her nylon covered feet cold on the metal floor. The silence of her steps is deafening to her. She is bootless and only has one glove. A far cry from the confident superheroine that walked in earlier. She finally stands in front of Conquistador.

“It’s over Conquistador, you and your men are all coming with me…” She says.

Conquistador looks angrily at Superwoman. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” He says while backhanding her.

Superwoman falls to the ground stunned. She felt the slap, she felt herself landing hard on the ground. Conquistador wastes no time and picks up Superwoman by the back of her hair and punches her repeatedly in her already damaged midsection. The screams of pain coupled with the look of confusion on her face making the gang laugh and cheer for Conquistador. He begins to send his knee into Superwoman’s belly, bending her over repeatedly with each shot. Then he holds her by the sheer mesh on the front of her red leotard, waiting for her look at him. She finally does and he sends a devastating uppercut to Superwoman’s jaw dropping her on her back barely conscious. Superwoman tries to crawl away, but can barely move. The Conquistador then lifts up Superwoman over his head. She dangles limply, her back to the ground, her arms and legs dangling lifelessly as her hair flows down. He walks her over to the wall that she had earlier lifted him up against….

“Say hello to the wall, bitch!” He says while throwing her into it as hard as he could. Superwoman screams “NO!’ before she hits then drops with a sickening thud to the floor. Unmoving and seemingly dead Superwoman again begins to moan and stir.

Conquistador walks back over to the group and waits for Superwoman to regain her senses. She finally does and looks over at the group at the other side of the room.

“Replicas!” Conquistador yells over while holding the real artifacts. “You can’t even tell when you’re wearing replicas! What a stupid bitch you are! He taunts.

Conquistador then drops the real artifacts on the floor. “I shall give you another chance to “win” Superwoman. All you have to do is come over here and put these on.” He yells out.

The group walks over to Superwoman surrounding her. “Go ahead, begin your road to the big “win”. You’re still planning to “win” are you not?” Conquistador taunts.

Superwoman tries to stand and falls. She starts to crawl as the men watch her spandex and nylon covered ass move up and down. Her feet and toes trying to gain traction.

“But this time it will not be so easy Superwoman. Buckshot, get the sledgehammer!” Conquistador orders.

Buckshot brings out a sledgehammer and several blocks of wood. Superwoman looks back horrified trying to move faster.

“Break her ankle.” Conquistador orders with a sick smile.

The two nameless thugs grab the blocks and sledgehammer. They grab Superwoman’s nylon encased right leg and drape it over the block just above her ankle. The thug raises the sledgehammer…

“NO! Don’t!! NOOOOOO!” Superwoman screams as the sledgehammer crashes down on her delicate pantyhosed foot. Breaking her ankle as it limply dangles almost separate from her leg.

Overcome with pain Superwoman tries to crawl away only to realize she isn’t moving anywhere with her ankle broken. She removes her other spandex glove to gain some traction on the metal floor with her palms. The artifacts are merely a few steps away, but in her condition it seemed like a mile.

What seemed like an eternity the artifacts were finally within reach. Just on the tips of her bare red painted fingernails she could see her fate about to change. Suddenly the men walk over to her and drape her right arm over the block just above her wrist and slam the sledgehammer down on her hand, breaking her wrist and rendering her hand useless. Screaming in pain the ruthless thugs do the same to her other hand. The arifacts that once seemed so close were picked up by Conquistador and put in his pocket.

“You have failed to recover your power items Superwoman. Now you have a broken ankle and two broken wrists. Your chances of this “win” you spoke of seem very far away indeed.” Conquistador mocked.

Superwoman lay on her back, her arms in front of her, hands dangling in the only position she could manage that didn’t make the shattered bones in her wrists hurt. She had no choice but to listen to Conquistador mock her.

“Now NOTHINGwoman, beg for you life.” He ordered.

“Go to hell scumbag.” Superwoman replied to his demand.

“You are a hard one to break, Superwoman. I will give you that. Okay, tie her hands tightly behind her back.” He ordered.

“NO! NO!…AHHHHH!” Superwoman screamed as the thugs tied her broken wrists behind her then returned her roughly to her back.

“If you will not beg for your life, I will make the remainder of your life a living hell.” Conquistador said.

Conquistador opened Superwoman’s pantyhosed legs to see the thin strip of red fabric that protected her womanhood. He pulled it to the side and tore a hole in her nylons, exposing her womanhood. His rock hard cock exposed he smiled at Superwoman. “I’m going to cum inside you, whore.” He said.

“NOOOOOOOO!” She screamed as one thug stuffed one of her red spandex gloves in her mouth silencing the beautiful heroine.

Conquistador thrust his cock inside Superwoman violently as the gang cheered him on. The once proud Superwoman now reduced to her greatest enemy’s fuck doll. Her hands in blinding pain as she felt him pulsing quickly. She felt his hot seed running inside her. Conquistador then pulled out, her pantyhosed legs falling flat on the floor defeated. The wet drippings of his semen falling from the folds in her perfect womanhood.

“I have raped the mighty Superwoman. Now, beg for your life.”

“no…” She replied.

“Defiant to the end eh Superwoman? Very well, boys…fuck her everywhere!” He commanded.

The two nameless thugs pulled down their pants excited to have a go at Superwoman. Buckshot stood stoically watching next to his boss. One of the thugs fucked Superwoman’s face while the other fucked her pussy. Helpless and gagging Superwoman couldn’t help the natural reaction to her body and was wracked by the desire to cum. She did, and the gang watched as the mighty defender of Delta City’s body betrayed her and enjoyed her rape. The two thugs came multiple times on her face, leotard, feet, ass, pantyhose and hair. Her glitter all but washed away in an erratic pattern of cum drippings and sweat. When they were finally done Conquistador again asked.

“Now Superwoman, beg for you life.”

“…f…fuck…yyyou…” she weakly replied.

“I was hoping you would say that Superwhore. Let me give you something for all this pain we have put you through….” Conquistador said as he pulled out a syringe of his illegal street drug called “Rush”

“….n…..nnnoo…” Superwoman said as he plunged the syringe into her leg.

“You know what “Rush” does Superwoman. It makes the user feel no pain. Everything is ecstasy for an hour. Then, after the hour, you need more and more and more. You will do anything for more “Rush”. You’ve seen my customers on the streets. They beg and steal for the money to buy more rush. But you my dear will not need money. Your currency will be your words begging for your life so I can give you more “Rush”.

Superwoman’s eyes glazed over as her world became painless. The men laughed at her for an hour as she smiled, laughed and giggled with her broken hands tied behind her back. Finally the hour was over and Superwoman was in withdrawals. Yelling in pain not only from her broken bones, but her need for more “Rush”.

“Do you want more “Rush” Superwoman? Conquistador asked?

“yes.” She replied.

“Beg for it…”

“Please…give me more “Rush” I’m begging you for more Rush…” She said.

“Will you beg for your life now?” He asked.

“…I need “Rush”…please, now.” She begged.

“Beg for you life, Superwoman” He commanded.

“….no I won’t….just for Rush…” She said.

“Your need for Rush will be worse after this dose…” He said while injecting Superwoman with her second dose of Rush.

Another hour goes by as Superwoman’s world is painless. Then she needs more Rush.

“More Rush…I need more Rush….please….it hurts….” She begged.

“Beg for your life and I will give you more Rush…” He says.

“No…give me Rush.” she replies.

Conquistador stands up to walk away. “If you will not beg for your life then we’re done here.” He says.

“Okay! I’ll do it….just give me Rush…I need Rush!” She begs.

Conquistador smiles. “Get the masks and the video camera boys.” He orders.

They prop Superwoman on her knees with her hands still tied behind her back. Superwoman begins sobbing as her need for Rush becomes more urgent. The men put their masks on to conceal their identities.

“Now, we unmask her…” Conquistador says.

Buckshot speaks up for the first time. “Sir, when you kill Superwoman Delta City will lose hope and gain fear. But if they find out who she really is, whoever that may be, the media can twist it as some ordinary girl dying. It could overtake the legend of Superwoman and reduce your victory.”

“Very wise my trusted friend. She shall die as Superwoman and no other.” Conquistador says.

“The Rush…I need it…now…please.” Superwoman begs.

“Turn on the video.” Conquistador orders as he points the gun at Superwoman’s face.

“Beg for you life and you will have more Rush…” He says quietly and inaudibly to the recorder.

From this point on Superwoman is forever enshrined on video as she begins to sob….

“Please…don’t kill me….” She says.

Conquistador pulls the trigger as Superwoman falls on her back lifeless.

Josephine watches in horror as the events of her mothers sad and humiliating death are played out before her. She watches as Buckshot stands over her mother with his now famous shotgun. She notices she is still alive and breathing, her face half blown off and bloodied. Superwoman looks up at Buckshot, on the verge of death. Then she hears Buckshot whisper under his breath, audible to nobody but Josephine as a mystical watcher.

“Forgive me….I’m sorry…” He whispers then shoots Superwoman in the face multiple times blowing her head apart.

“Closed casket funeral for The Superbitch!” Buckshot says aloud as he elicits laughter from his peers.

Conquistador signals for the video to stop recording. They remove their masks and revel in their victory.  “Dump her body in front of City Hall overnight. Don’t worry about any DNA evidence. I know just the right cops to pay off to make it go away.”

Conquistador pulls the artifacts from his pocket and holds them in his right hand staring at them. “My trophies! I will look at these and forever remember this perfect night of victory!”

Suddenly the artifacts glow read and begin to rumble in his hand. They start to move as he grabs onto them tighter. Soon he’s being dragged by the artifacts.”

“Boss! just let them go!” Buckshot yells.

“No!, My trophies! They’re mine!” Conquistador yells.

Then the artifacts explode in a bright red flash and fly through the top of the ship like a missile breaking through metal floors and walls like butter.

Conquistador stands screaming as his hand is gone, blown away by the force of the artifacts. Holding nothing but a bloody stump.

Suddenly Josephine is transported away and flying through the air. A birds eye view of the artifacts as they fly towards the family home. A homing beacon of sorts as the death of the defender prompts them to find the next suitable relative with the bloodline. Then Josephine is in her room as it was in 1995. Her aunt Joyce is cradling the baby Josephine…

“Now, now…don’t cry little Josie, mommy will be home soon and this city will be a better place for everyone.” She says in a soothing voice.

Then Joyce sees the artifacts land on the bed through the open window. Her eyes wide with panic as she screams for her mother…

“Mother! MOTHER!!!!”

Her mother runs into the room and immediately sees the artifacts. She falls to her knees and begins to cry…

“My baby…”

Josephine opens her eyes. Returned to her attic in present day. What seemed like hours for her in her mind only happened in a matter of seconds. She sees her Aunt and begins to cry. Joyce kneels down and holds her…

“You had to see it, she had to show you honey…” She says.

“She suffered so much…they made her suffer. She was in so much pain…they laughed at her pain.” She cried uncontrollably, letting all she had seen sink in.

[Meanwhile at Conquistador’s Office]

Buckshot walks in the newly released from prison, Tyone Jenkins…

Walking into the lavishly decorated office Tyrone was impressed. Sitting behind a large black marble desk is an impeccably dressed man with a prosthetic right hand.

“Ah, Tyrone Jenkins! Welcome to my office.” Says Conquistador.

“I ain’t done no wrong to you Mr. Conquistador, sir. I swear, I’m just a small time hustlah lookin’ fo’ my bankroll..”

Conquistador laughs. “I’m flattered you know my name Tyrone. May I call you Tyrone? You are not here to be punished. I merely wanted to ask you some questions about a recent “mission” you were sent on.”

“Yes, sir, Mission, sir?” Tyrone asked.

“You were recently asked to intimidate a girl and you got sloppy and got caught. I fixed it so you are no longer in jail. So now you will answer my questions to the best of your ability. Understood?”

“Yes, Mr. Conquistador, sir.” Tyrone knew, like everyone else, that The Conquistador was not one to be trifled with.

“Who hired you?” He asked.

“Sir, I don’t know. Some nerdy motherfucking white dude and nerdy motherfucking white woman paid me 1G to tell this girl very specifically “Don’t try to be a hero.” He said.

“Names? Did they have names?” He asked.

“Clark and Diana. Motherfuckers looked like nerds out the 50’s or sumthin’ slicked side parted hair and thick black glasses. Motherfuckers looked like they belonged on Mad Men or some shit.”

Conquistador pulled out a college file and held up the student photo of Josephine. “Is this the girl you were sent to intimidate?” He asks.

“Yes, sir…Fine ass white bitch too! Body be bangin’ in dem silky sock things she wearing. Bitches feet felt fine!” He said.

“They’re called pantyhose or nylons Tyrone. You kids today don’t know how to dress sexy. Wearing big baggy jeans and sneakers to your proms like a bunch of fucking peasants. A woman who wears nylons is a very confident woman indeed. This girl, Josephine is the top of her Law class. She hopes to be a prosecutor someday and by the looks of her grades it seems she’s well on her way. I can see why someone would want to intimidate her to not pursue her dream, be a “hero” if you will. My biggest pain in the ass right now is a “hero” called Detective Rebecca Hunt and it would seem she’s the one who busted you and made you confess, correct?”

“Yes, sir. Crushed my balls and shit with her heel. Bitch was wearing dem nylonhose things too! Fine as white cop bitch.”

“Tyrone, I bet you’d like to have some revenge on Detective Hunt, wouldn’t you? Humiliating you like that, putting you in jail.?”

“Yes, sir…bitch needs to be put in her place!”

“Powerful women always do, Tyrone.”

“Tyrone, would you like to make a lot of money? Of course you do, silly question. I will offer you this proposal.

Tyrone sat down listening….

“I will give you Detective Hunt’s home address and a gun. You will kill Detective Hunt. You will kill her in the alley next to her apartment and leave her in a trash can with her nylon feet dangling out of it. Then you will bring me her high heels and badge so that I can place them on this mantle of my conquests…

Conquistador pushed a button on his desk to reveal a hidden wall behind him with high heeled shoes and various bits of women’s clothing including badges and police hats. In the center was a pair of red boots and the tattered remains of bloody pantyhose and pieces of red sheer material and spandex with a light accenting them.

“Damn Playa! Is that Superwoman’s boots from back in da day? Ohhhh shit! You da man! I saw you shoot that bitch in the face on Youtube! The keep banning it, but it keeps coming back! That shit was tight! Oh snap! and you’re the guy that shot her face off right? You’re that Buckshot guy?”

“Tyrone, none of that video can be linked to me or Buckshot, but between you, me and these four walls…yes, we fucking raped her good and killed her!” Conquistador bragged while Tyrone was impressed.

“In return for your loyalty and completion of this mission I will pay you 50 grand. Here is 25 now. The other 25  when you finish the job. If you do well, you could earn a spot on my crew. While on my crew you will be afforded the benefits of my protection. Do you accept?” Asked Conquistador.

“Yes, Sir! You have my loyalty sir. Ima kill dat bitch in da alley jus’ like you want and bring you dat hoes shoes and badge!”

“Good! Buckshot please get our new friend Tyrone a gun…” Conquistador ordered.

Buckshot handed Tyrone a gun from the vault and he left. “Thank you for the chance Mr. Conquistador!” He said as he was leaving.

After Tyrone left Buckshot asked…

“You think this kid can pull it off? Kill Detective Hunt?”

“Who knows, if not we’ll get someone else to kill her. I’m still wondering who Clark and Diana are.” Conquistador responded.

[Back at Josephine’s house]

Josephine concentrates in the attic with her aunt learning the artifacts power. Suddenly a red flash happens and Josephine is standing before her Aunt in her mothers exact Superwoman costume. Josephine looks at herself in the full length mirror in the attic…

“It’s so retro…” she says.

“It’s the last version of Superwoman’s costume the artifacts knows. Until you change it, this is what you’ll transform into. You can update it, of course…” Joyce said.

“No…no, I want to leave it for now. When the world sees me I want them to know Superwoman is back and this is how they remember her. When Conquistador is defeated I’ll update it to something more modern.’ Josephine says.

She was amazed at how perfectly the leotard fit and how shimmery the nylons were. The low light in the attic sparking off the curves in her body. Pulling her face to the mirror she smiled at the glitter coming from the sides of the mask and into her hair. Because her haircut wasn’t the same as her mother’s the glitter more fell into her hair making it a bit glittery on the sides and front as opposed to looking as if it was holding it up like hairspray. It was an amazing sight to behold as she turned around to see how her spandex and nylon covered ass looked. Her ass wasn’t as flat as her mothers. There was a certain fullness to it that made her a bit more curvy and less stick like. She was a retro Superwoman with a modern attitude and she knew she looked amazing despite the retro outfit.

“Okay, now we have to practice summoning the artifacts….” Joyce said as the doorbell rang….

“Let’s go see who’s at the door. Change back.” Joyce said.

A flash of red and Superwoman transformed back into Josephine. They went downstairs and opened the front door. It was Detective Hunt in her blazer, skirt and nylons with high heels. They let her in and they sat on the couch.

“Sorry to just show up, but Tyrone Jenkins was released from prison yesterday. I wasn’t aware of it until today. I’m supposed to tell you it was an oversight, but I’m not going to lie to you. Someone was paid off to look the other way and sign an order.” She explained.

“But that’s illegal! I’ve studied the process in school! Only a judge has that sort of power and even then it’s highly suspect! Someone needs to be brought to justice!” Josephine said.

“I agree and I really wish you were older because Delta City can use a prosecutor with your attitude. But until then, I’ve posted a marked guard in front of your house. Tyrone will think twice if he decides to show up here. Keep your doors locked and here’s my home address and personal cell phone number. If you have any trouble and don’t trust anyone you can call me or come to my apartment, I’ll keep you safe. I’m off to find Tyrone and bring him back to justice.”

“Thank you Detective Hunt, you’re a good cop and Delta City needs more like you.” Josephine said.

“Call me Rebecca.” She said with a smile.

They watched as Detective Hunt left and walked over to the sleeping fat cop parked outside guarding their house. Detective Hunt kicked the door with her high heel startling the lazy cop awake, spilling his coffee off the dashboard. “Patrolman! You’re on a paid guard detail! You guard that family, not your eyelids! Got it?”

“Yes Detective Hunt…sorry sir.” He said then waved goofily at Josephine and Joyce in the front doorway. They waved back and closed the door as Detective Hunt sped off in her unmarked police car.

Joyce looked at Josephine. “Okay, he’ll be asleep again in 5 minutes. Let’s keep training the artifacts telepathic link…”

[TO BE CONTINUED]