Joyce held the baby shower at her house. Josephine’s friends from work and her life were in attendance. Rebecca, Renee, Sofia, Maria all came. The fact that the baby would be a girl was a given. Cirmia’s were only capable of giving birth to girls. Not that it was public knowledge that her family is the chosen bloodline protectors of an ancient magical power.

Six months pregnant and Josephine was now able to walk with the assistance of a cane. She laughed when she found out she needed a cane joking that she should get a black hood too and call herself The BadGirl. Despite her joking nature Josephine still had zero connection to the artifacts. The artifacts wouldn’t even consider Josephine a viable Superwoman until she could walk again, but now that she was 6 months pregnant it would be at least 3 months before she could even attempt to call the artifacts. But she knew Joyce was an excellent Superwoman and her time filling in would last only a little bit longer. 

Meanwhile back at DCPD’S Evidence lockup…

Detective Carter signs into the lockup with the officer behind the cage. “Checking out some cold case evidence. Pretty slow in Delta City these days. Might as well find justice for the dearly departed, right?” He says to the officer. “Yeah, go get em Carter. How’s your kid doing getting into that fancy college?” the cage officer asks. “Well, she got in, hoping the financing comes through really soon.” Carter says. “Good luck Carter, kids ain’t cheap.” he says. “Yeah, don’t we know it, ha ha.” Carter quips. 

Carter walks over to the BadGuy evidence locker and takes the Null Ball slipping it into his coat pocket. He leaves quickly and proceeds to his service car and drives to a back alley. Slowly walking down the alley he whispers. “Hello?” A shadowy slim female figure emerges from a doorway. “You have the tech?” she asks. “You have the cash?” He replies. They exchange cases. “You only need this to study it, right? You’re not going to actually use it?” He inquires. “Don’t grow a conscience now, detective. You just took a huge bribe. Enjoy the money.” she replies as she walks off.

The next day President Drumph tells the country of a major terrorist threat. Multiple nuclear suitcases have been smuggled into the country. All were intercepted except for one. Nobody knows where the last one is, but it is most likely close to a heavily populated city. Local authorities are being encouraged to use any underground contacts to locate the weapon.

Word on the streets of Delta City was that a shady shipment was coming through the docks. Nothing concrete, but one of Superwoman’s new street informants was positive a deal was going down. “Ya, that’s right Superwoman. I think it’s the bomb they all talkin’ ’bout. Deal goin’ down in the big warehouse at midnight by the docks tonight! I overheard 2 men talkin’ in like a middle east accent.” he says. “It’s almost midnight now!” Superwoman says. “I have to get over there immediately. Tyrone, thank you for your help. Will you please call the DCPD and let them know to meet me at the docks?” She asks. “You bet Superwoman! Always happy to help you!” Tyrone says pulling out his phone. “Thank you, now if you’ll excuse me I have a city to save!” Joyce says as she rockets into the cool Delta City night. Tyrone pushes speed dial on his phone, suddenly his accent goes from street rat to secret agent. “Target has been baited. Heading to you now.” He says.

Superwoman flies over the warehouse and notices several cars with men mulling about. Inside the warehouse she sees two men, one with a briefcase talking to another man next to a blacked out car. “This is it! I’m actually going to secure the final bomb! This Superwoman thing is so easy!” Joyce says to herself as she flies into the warehouse. She lands on the concrete floor as the heels of her ankle boots “clack” on the ground. The guards turn around and see the sexy masked woman in red strike her famous power pose. “A little late to be selling Girl Scout cookies isn’t it boys?” she says. “How about I just buy that whole case from you and you go home early?” The cocky and gorgeous pantyhose clad Goddess quips.

The two guards closest to her lunge at the modelesque Superwoman. She easily takes care of them by delivering a kick to one and a backhand to the other. She continues walking towards the two men with the case, her heels clicking on the floor, her dark hair waving and bouncing with each step she takes. “I hope they’re Thin Mints, those are my favorite.” she says as the other man pulls his gun and opens fire. The bullets bounce off Superwoman and she rolls her eyes almost bored. “That’s no way to earn a merit badge.” she says as she walks up to the man and crushes his gun with her hand.

Finally she is face to face with the man holding the case. She looks at him as he clutches the case against his chest. Superwoman holds out her hand motioning to give her the case. The man looks terrified as thier plot to blow up Delta City has been foiled by the amazing Superwoman. “Please Superwoman! I’m sorry! I don’t want to go to jail! Here, I’m cooperating! Take the bomb! Please I’m sorry!” The man begs.

“It’s a little late for that. The police are on the way to arrest all of you.” she says confidently. Superwoman looks at the case and rests it on her left arm and starts to open it with her right. “click, click” echoes through the warehouse as the clasps on the case pop open. Superwoman confidently opens the case and the men watch as she drops the case and staggers back a few steps until finally falling onto her perfect nylon glazed ass. The Null Ball rolls out of the case as the now weak and completely powerless Superwoman tries to pathetically crawl away. The man picks up the Null Ball and walks it over to the helpless Goddess holding it over her like a sadistic boy over an anthill with a magnifying glass. “Noooo… Ughhh… Please..” she begs as the man gets on his radio. “Target is down and secure. Mission Accomplished.” he says. The man watches as Superwomans sexy shimmering ass heaves and throws with each pathetic attempt to crawl away. The confident superheroine who just easily took out 3 men was now moaning in pain and sniveling in her sudden unexpected weakness. 

Superwoman watches as the two guards she just beat up come to and walk over to her. Then behind her she hears two doors open in the blacked out car. She hears two distinct footsteps. One is a click clack of women’s high heels and the other is the dull thud of a heavy man with imaginary bone spurs. The two guards each grab Superwoman by an arm and lift her up enough to let her feet drag on the ground. Her head slung down with her dark bouncy full bodied hair draped over her red masked face. Her mascaraed lashes and shadowed eyes half closed as her weakness made her physically ill. The guard on her left uses his right hand and grabs a handful of her hair and forces her look straight.

Superwomans heart begins to race in panic as she sees President Drumph and his daughter Ivanka smiling at her defeated form. “So here she is. New Superwoman. Well, not that new because I mean look at her. She’s got some miles on her. Not exactly a spring chicken.” Drumph says mockingly to the sexy mature victim. He then puts on a pair of brass knuckles and the two guards hold her up a bit higher.

“You know, Stupidwoman you really embarrassed me at the statue dedication. You beat up my MAGAforce then you destroyed that beautiful statue. You did the one thing that’s very dangerous…you gave the world hope. Now imagine how crushed everyone will be when thier hero is found dead?” Drumph says.”What? Nothing to say now Superwoman? You had all those funny Girl Scout jokes a few short minutes ago. Now you’re just going to stand there and moan?” he mocks.

“Y…y..you’re..p..p..p.pathetic.” Superwoman weakly moans out. Drumph smiles. He can tell she’s trying to seem noble, but he knows she’s not as mentally strong as the last Superwoman. “I’m p…p..p..pathetic? Is that what you said? I’m the most powerful man in the world and you’re now the weakest woman in the world so who’s really the P…p…p…pathetic one in this situation?”

Superwoman opens her mouth to mumble a reply, but Drumph lands his brass knuckles punch right into her sexy abs.” Oooooof… Ugh…. *sob*… Ughhh..” she cries. Drumph’s tiny mushroom dick gets so hard hearing her moan and sob he continues slamming his tiny brass knuckled fist into her belly, ribs and chest. Drumph gets tired as he’s now sweating from his lack of fitness and he says. “Okay, I’m taking a breather.” As he’s huffing and gasping for air. 

Ivanka takes the Null Ball and puts it in Superwomans face. “Ugh.. Noooo.” she moans. “We know everything about your little magic gems. We know if a man cums inside you, you lose the powers. We know the gems go to the next capable woman in your bloodline. We know everything except who you are behind that little red cowardly mask.”

Superwoman looks weakly and submissively at Ivanka. “h..how?” she asks meekly. Ivanka smiles at her defeated, submissive foe. “BadGuy’s research”. She brags as she reaches for the red mask. Joyce tries to pull away, but it’s hopeless. Everything was lost and now even her identity would be lost. Then Drumph stands up. “No Ivanka, wait. Leave the mask on. I want to fuck her with the mask on. It’s hotter that way.” he says.

Superwomans heart sank as she weakly struggled. She was going to be raped by Drumph. They throw her into the blacked out car with the Null Ball and Drumph climbs on top of her. She struggles weakly and he loves it. Her silky pantyhose covered legs and ass were amazing as he pulls off her ankle boots and admires her small and sexy hosed feet. “If you think the cops are coming they’re not Stupidwoman, Ivanka set you up perfectly.” he said as he pulled down his pants revealing his tiny mushroom sized penis. He punches Superwoman in her red masked face several times until her nose breaks and blood is oozing from her cuts. Joyce begins to sob as he inserts his puny dink inside her superior womanhood. He looks at her face as he fucks her. Her face is expressionless as she feels nothing. But she’s weak and her heavily mascared lashes and shadowed lids look amazing behind that red mask with blood dripping down her nose. Drumph began punching her again to make her moan in pain. Each moan she made was ecstasy to him. Finally Drumph came inside his victim. Joyce began to cry as she now knew she has lost the power. The only way to get her power back was to blow Drumph and make him cum.

Drumph stepped out of the car and tossed her boots out the door. They landed under a pallet in the warehouse. “Okay I’m done. Let’s get home so I can watch Fox and Friends. Gotta keep up on current events.” he said zipping his pants. Ivanka reached into the car and sneered at the former Superwoman. She rips the belt and choker from Joyce’s broken body. “You have no use for these anymore honey.” she says as she injects the still masked Joyce in the neck with a sedative. Ivanka takes the Null Ball and the artifacts together making sure to keep them inactive.

“Okay daddy, here’s the big test. If she was the last Superwoman then when I put away the Null Ball these artifacts will stay right here. If there’s another Superwoman out there these artifacts will fly away and we’ll track them with the drone we have hovering.” Ivanka puts the Null Ball away and the artifacts gems  light up red. They hold thier breath then celebrate as they realize they have truly beaten Superwoman FOREVER. “Okay, let’s get Normal Woman to the lab we have to finish phase 3 of this plan.” Ivanka says as they get into the car with the unconscious former Superwoman and drive away.

Back at the lab… 

Joyce wakes up still masked and pantyhosed. She is strapped down to a medical table with multiple IVs sticking out of her. Her nylon covered feet are strapped separately at the ankles. She feels absolutely terrible as if she was going to die. She sees a glass collector with blood dripping into it. 

“Oh good, you’re actually awake. I wasn’t sure if you’d just die right there from all the blood we’ve drained from you.” Ivanka says in her lab coat and glasses.

“Why…?” Joyce asks weakly as her complexion is pale white now and her face looks drawn and tired from the blood loss.

“Because I want your powers. If I can synthesize your blood signature into a concentrate I’m betting I can trick your little trinkets into letting me use them.” Ivanka explains. Ah, and the next trial is ready.” Ivanka says as she takes the sample and loads it into an injector gun. She takes off her lab coat and puts the artifacts on. Joyce looks on helplessly as Ivanka injects herself….

“Ahhhhh! Oh my God! I feel amazing! I feel so powerful!” Ivanka says as she floats off the ground. “I can fly!” she screams. Then she grabs a scalpel and runs it down her arm as the scalpel snaps. “I’m invulnerable! I AM SUPERWOMAN! DADDY COME QUICK I AM SUPERWOMAN!!!” She yells out gleefully.

Joyce looks on in horror as her failure is now complete. Not only was she tricked, but she was also raped and force cummed into losing her gift. Now she let the Drumph’s become abusing imposters of her family’s sacred legacy.

“No! This isn’t happening! This can’t be happening!” Joyce cries out.

Drumph walks into the lab and Ivanka hovers over Joyce. “Oh, it’s happening cunt. YOU FUCKING LOSE!” she screams in her face. Then Ivanka takes another scalpel and while hovering over Joyce begins to carve into her forehead just above her mask. Joyce screams in agony as Ivanka takes her time carving away. Then Ivanka grabs a mirror and holds it up to Joyce. She sees the word “MAGA” carved into her forehead. Joyce screams in horror as tears pour from her eyes behind the red mask. 

Drumph walks over with a sword and shows it to Joyce. “You know this sword? It’s the one that killed the last Superwoman. Still has Nightmare Venom on it. If you look close you can see there’s her dried blood still on it. You know what we call this sword? We call it THE SUPERWOMAN KILLER!” Drumph says as he plunges the sword into Joyce’s heart. Joyce looks shocked as the sword enters her then her body goes limp as the heart monitor flatlines.

One hour later as the sun rose over Delta City a gruesome site was discovered on the steps of city hall. The dead body of Superwoman with MAGA carved into her head and a spray painted message on the steps “KEEP AMERICA GREAT!”

That morning President Drumph announces that the last nuclear case has been located and America is safe again thanks to him. 

TO BE CONTINUED