Josephine told Sophia about her run in with the new villain, Black Mask, and her run in with the football players during her escape of the sinking car leaving out some key details.  Sophia agreed they were missing something. 

The Latin bombshell offered, “Maybe he thought the football players saved you from the sinking car?”

“Maybe, but that does not feel right.  Unfortunately I probably I won’t find out until this manic shows his face again.”

“Well you let me know if I can help.  I am ready whenever you need.”

“Thank you very much Sophia, but you had enough to deal with down in Brazil, just enjoy being a student.  I think Superwoman can handle it.”

The truth was Josephine felt confident she could.  Fact was that Delta City was quieter than it had since she had first donned her red costume and hose.   The new prison built on a island out in Delta City bay was 100% more secure than the old one keeping the many costumed and non-costumed villains she had put away locked up.   The threat of Superwoman seemed to be keeping a good amount of the criminal element out of Delta City, allowing the police to be much more efficient in managing the small time crooks. 

Later that day sitting in class she thought maybe with the city so quiet she could afford to have more of a personal life.  She felt embarrassed about how easily she had lost her focus on the beach, but maybe that was a sign.  She had never imagined that not having sex would be a weakness.  The thought made her blush, and she looked around class to see if anyone noticed, and caught one fellow student looking at her, who blushed themselves and quickly looked down into his book.  Josephine smiled, “yes” it was time to enjoy some of this quiet and be a college girl.  This made her think about Henry, she almost had considered trying to date him, but felt that would be more hurtful because she knew it would not work.  She had thought of him as a little brother for too long, and would never feel that way.  She wondered how he was doing since she had not seen him in a while. 

Across campus in a chemistry lecture Henry sat bored as usual daydreaming.  He had not hesitated a second in killing the four football players.  They had denied him his victory so they had gotten to them what they deserved.  He had questioned a couple of them, but they seemed to remember little of that night and nothing about Superwoman.  He looked across the auditorium and noticed Josephine’s roommate.  He looked her up and down with a new confidence.  She tended to wear short skirts as well, but unlike Josephine did not wear hose showing off her tan legs.   “Maybe Black Mask should pay those two a visit,” he thought, but as tempting as that was he knew he was going after Superwoman again. 

Later that afternoon he sat in his hideout watching a recording of his encounter with Superwoman.  He had watched it dozens of times in-between running different experiments.  One being an idea he had after being once again physically dominated by the football players.  When he had killed then he had taken a blood sample from each being athletic, his thought was maybe he could develop his own “super” serum like he had read in Captain America comics when he was little. 

He smirked behind the black mask, which he always wore in his hideout, at the look of surprise on Superwoman’s face as the gas overtook her, and then he noticed something he had not previously.  He reversed the clip to watch again to make sure of what he had seen, and sure enough.  It was probably not conscious on the heroine’s part, and was so small a movement that he had not seen it before, but as she had slipped to the floor her hand and made a move toward her belt.  His grin got bigger, he zoomed the picture into her belt, he was sure of it, not only had he managed to defeat her the other night he now was the first to discover the source of her powers!

He had planned to lay low for and let Superwoman think she was safe, but now with this it was time to strike at her again.  Show her she was venerable, and that he was her better.  He smirked, plus he was sure he knew where she would be tonight, and he had several hours to prepare.

Superwoman crouched high up in a tree in the shadows to make sure the moon light did not reflect off her hose or costume.  She watched the beach and lake and had been there an hour and was considering leaving when she saw a figure sneak out of the shadows toward the edge of the water.  Even from this distance she recognized the black spandex costume and mask of the villain she faced the night before.  In addition to his costume she noticed he was wearing a diving tank that ran around and up under his mask.  Did he think she was still in the car under the lake?  She smiled, might as well save him the swim and get this over with. 

She flew silently down to land in the sand behind him, her red boots sinking into the soft sand.  He so busy that he did not notice or feel he presence behind him, deliberately taking her time she placed her hands on her hips and finally decided to let the villain know she was hear, “Two nights in a row Black Mask, keep this up and people will start talking.”

Black Mask clumsily spun around fumbling to pull a gun out of his suit.

“Not this time, Black Mask, you caught me off guard last night,” Superwoman easily yanked the gun from his hand and grabbing the villain by the front of the suit hoisted him up into the air.  She crumpled the gun in one hand tossing it away, “but did you really think that would work again…what the?”

Superwoman felt a wave of dizziness as Black Mask slipped out of her tingling fingers.  She staggered backward suddenly feeling uneven in her heels in the sand.

Black Mask laughed, “I didn’t you stupid bimbo, you have been breathing in my special gas since you got near me, this mask is keeping me from breathing it as it is leaking from this tank. “

Superwoman felt the gas overpowering her again.  She tried to focus on the villain, but was now seeing two of him.  She swung a wild punch that hit air which only made her footing worse as the villain mocked her, “This is too easy, I don’t know how some villain hasn’t come before me to show up the so called SUPERwoman!”

Superwoman wanted to shut up the arrogant villain, but knew she had to get away before she passed out from the gas.  Turning away she took a wobbly step to push off the ground, but just as she did she felt her belt being yanked from her body to land face first into the sand.  Superwoman desperately tried to push up but was flattened as Black Mask landed on top of her back.

Superwoman couldn’t believe this was happening, for the second night in a row she had blundered into a trap, and this time on the same beach where she had been assaulted as Josephine.  This kind of thing did not happen to Superwoman!

As for Black Mask this just proved his greatness!  He grabbed Superwoman’s thick dark hair in both hands and rubbed her face in the sand.  He watched as her arms waved and her bright red fingernails dug into the sand to finally slacken and go limp.  He pulled her face up and the sight was incredible; sand was stuck to her bright red lipstick and sprinkled across her face.   Her mouth hung open and her eyes had closed behind the red mask.   He was hard in his costume, and a thought occurred to him and he grabbed her now limp arms to pull them behind her back.  He quickly opened his suit and laid his hard cock in her hands to then wrap her limp fingers around it.  He slid his member in her cool hands looking at the perfectly done nails wrapped around it and came into her palms.

Gasping he slowly collected himself still sitting on top of the motionless Superwoman.  He began thinking about how he was going to get her to his lair when a new thought came to mind.

About two hours later Superwoman slowly began to awake to realize her head was covered by something and her arms were tied behind her back around a tree with her belt.  As she slowly woke up she did not move pretending to be still out to get a sense of her surroundings.  Pretty sure she was along and outside, she focused on her belt to untie it and have it return to her waste.  She felt a rush of panic when the belt failed to respond.  She could tell her choker was on but pulling on her wrists her powers would not respond.  Straining and twisting she pulled at the bond until began to loosen and she could pull her wrists free.  Once free she felt her powers return and easily summoned the belt to snap in place around her waist.

She felt the sticky remains of something in her hands as she pulled off the black hood similar to the ones that had been left on the dead football players.   She slowly got to her feet and could tell she was about a hundred feet in the woods from the beach.  She rubbed the substance; guessing now what it was, on the tree when she noticed the note stuck in the waistband of her nylons.

Dear So Called Superwoman,

Thank you for the hand job, you can take pleasure that you are at least good at that because as a heroine you are pathetic.  Until now you have obviously faced losers, and now finally having to face a real foe you have failed miserably!  I have not only easily beaten you twice, but also discovered that your belt is the source of your powers.  I had planned to keep you captive, but instead have decided to let you continue to play dress up and pretend to be a heroine.  But now you know I can beat you and you will have to constantly be looking over your shoulder wondering when will Black Mask humiliate me again?  See you soon AverageWoman!

Black Mask!