Delta City Chronicles

Henry sat in his secret lair under DCU. The blood samples from the jocks had been analyzed and now his super serum was finally ready.The skinny nerd stabbed himself with the needle and pushed the plunger. He began screaming and collapsed to the floor…..

Two days later the DCU football had open tryouts to help fill the positions left open by the murders. In walked Henry with a cocky grin. He was bigger than he was just a few days ago and despite some snickers from the onlookers it was apparent that he was working out.

“I want to try out for the team coach.” Henry said.

“I haven’t seen you around campus son, you new here?”

“No, some of your players were familiar with me though.” Henry said as he scanned the sideline players and noticed which ones had picked on him at least once.

“Okay son, let’s run some drills and see how fast you are…”

Henry excelled at every drill that was thrown his way. He broke the school speed record and could catch any ball thrown his way. He could also throw the football and place it anywhere he wanted to. Coach even had the team simulate kickoff returns and Henry scored each time. Henry made the team that day and played his first game the following weekend. Henry was the lone stand out in that game and was credited with the win. It was almost like Henry didn’t even need the rest of the team.

Henry quickly became one of the most popular students on campus which caught the attention of the captain of the cheer squad. Penelope Peters was the second hottest girl next to Josephine and Penelope was all over Henry. Not to mention all the other girls who found Henry the hottest guy at the college.

“Now I have it all, brains, brawn and women!” Henry boasted to himself.

Josephine was cutting across campus walking to her next class when she heard the familiar voice of Henry behind her..

“What’s up nerd!” Henry said as he slapped Josephine’s books out of her arm. Henry laughed as Josephine bent over to pick up her books. So did Penelope and the other hot girls hanging around Henry. All of which hated Josephine for being naturally gorgeous, but were too afraid to tell her how they felt…until now.

“Thanks Henry, that was real classy of you.” Josephine said.

“Yeah whatever nerd, I mean, Josienerd. Ha ha! Maybe you didn’t hear, but I’m a big football star now so I bet you wish you took me up on my generous offer to be my girl huh?”

“Henry I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but it’s not good. I wish you could be the good kid I always knew.”

Penelope spoke up quickly..

“Hey Josephine, you had your chance bitch! Now Henry belongs to me! So back off!”

“Henry, you’re being an obnoxious jerk. I’m happy for you and your success, but I hope you realize you’re acting like the very guys who always picked on you your whole life.” Josephine said.

Henry laughed at Josephine… “Hey Josephine, you’re just an overrated piece of ass. I get hotter chicks than you every night!”

Josephine was stunned at the way Henry was talking to her and would never forget the words that had just fallen out of Henry’s mouth. She turned around and walked away hearing Penelope and Henry laugh at her….

[Two days later….]

The Delta City Pride Celebration was an annual corporate sponsored event that promoted pride in Delta City. Superwoman originally declined an invitation to speak, but a company had dangled a large donation to the Childrens Hospital if she appeared. Superwoman agreed to make an appearance for charity.

Superwoman was flying high in the sky when she heard the Mayor announce her at the large outdoor stadium style venue. There was even a super jumbo tron. It was more like a rock concert setup. Superwoman flew above the crowd as they all cheered for their heroic protector in red. She flew very low and stuck her arm out while the lucky crowd got to actually high five Superwoman flying over them! She landed on the stage in front of the microphone stand to thunderous applause and cheers. Her giant image behind her on the massive jumbo tron. It took almost five minutes for the crowd to stop cheering “Superwoman! Superwoman! Superwoman!”

“Hello Delta City! I’m so happy to be here for charity and to see you all! I just want to say that I’m not the only one with Super powers in this city! You all have the power to keep Delta City a great place to live by doing your part and having pride in our city!”

The crowd was going wild for their resident Super heroine in red. Suddenly the jumbo tron behind Superwoman turned to static and a voice started to boom over the loudspeakers…..

“Very nice Superwoman! You have this whole city thinking you’re something great don’t you?”

The crowd gasped in horror as the jumbo image of Superwoman turned into a live camera feed of Black Mask! Superwoman turned around to view the horrifying image….

“Look how she stands on that stage, soaking up your praise like a sponge! You’d almost think she was worth it!”

Superwoman took the mic from the stand and spoke up…

“Black Mask! You’re going down for your crime!” Superwoman said as her voice boomed through the stadium. The crowd cheered for Superwoman’s bold statement.

“My crime? What crime? Do you have proof of this “Crime”? Maybe kicking your ass twice is the crime you’re referring to?” The crowd booed Black Mask.

“I know it was you that killed those football players Black Mask, your signature is all over that crime!”

“Ladies and gentlemen of Delta City it’s Superwoman the detective! Not only is she a gorgeous snob, but she’s also an amazing super sleuth! Apparently no evidence is enough to convict me of a crime! Let me show you exactly what your “Superwoman” really is Delta City!…..”

The jumbo tron went dark then a video of Superwoman falling to the gas bullets started playing. Superwoman helpless and nearly unconscious with Black Mask’s foot on her shoulder holding her down. The second gas bullet exploding on her chest as she passed out. The next video was Superwoman succumbing to the leaking gas tank as she was video taped being tied to the tree.

The capacity crowd stood silent as they watched their unbeatable heroine fall twice to the same villain…

“That’s your great heroine Delta City! Easily defeated and easily erased! I can KILL Superwoman any time I want! I am Black Mask and none of you are safe!”

“Enough Black Mask! I’m not falling for another one of your gas traps!” Suddenly Superwoman’s microphone popped open and a mini explosion produced a flood of white gas directly into her face!

Before she knew what happened Superwoman had breathed in a healthy dose of Black Mask’s KO gas….

“You were saying SUPERwoman?….” Black Mask laughed.

Superwoman dropped the microphone then stumbled across the stage finally falling to her knees and onto her hands coughing. The crowd began to panic. Superwoman looked up at the giant image of Black Mask staring down at her from the jumbo tron. She didn’t want to pass out in front of the whole city on a massive stage. She tried desperately to stand up, but fell back down in a pile on her toned sexy belly….

Black Mask looked down at Superwoman who was barely conscious and said… “Hey Superwoman, you’re just an overrated piece of ass. I get hotter chicks than you every night!”

Superwoman’s vision was going dark as the last thing she heard was Black Mask’s insult….”henry?” Superwoman thought to herself as her body went limp on the stage! Superwoman was defeated again by Black Mask!

“You see Delta City? You see how I can defeat your champion whenever I want? This city is not safe! Superwoman is just another stuck up bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else! But now it’s time to make sure Superwoman never shows her face again! From this moment on if Superwoman stops another crime or shows her pantyhose in Delta City ever again I will detonate the multiple murderous gas bombs I’ve placed throughout the city! You’ll never find them so don’t bother looking and If I see a mass exodus of Delta City I WILL blow up every road leading out of the city! Live in fear Delta City! Superwoman is finished!!!! Black mask out!”

The crowd began screaming as the police struggled to maintain control. The Mayor looked down at the unconscious Superwoman and shook his head in disbelief. “Pick her up and get her away from these news cameras. God help us.”

The last footage that night of Superwoman on the evening news was her being dragged off stage by two police officers.

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!

Black Mask slowly made his way out the back of the warehouse carrying the drugged, unconscious Superwoman.  His arms burned cradling her as he finally made it to the back door and his waiting car.  He was sweating profusely in the tight costume when he finally reached it.  The light heroine was a physical test for him.  He opened the trunk of the old car he had purchased off a black market website where cash was left in a disclosed location like a trash can to then pickup a car on the side of the road with the keys taped underneath.  He dropped Superwoman face first into the dirty truck bent over at the waist with her legs dangling out.   Taking a deep breath he cursed his weak body, but the lifelong annoyance was not going to ruin his big night.  His first night as a super villain he had done it, he had defeated Superwoman.   He liked the sound of “super villain”, and of course he was one he had done what countless others could not.   He smirked behind the black mask at the sight of the cocky heroine.  Her face was hidden by her hair as she lay half in the trunk with her ass sticking up.  He grabbed the bright red bikini bottom and yanked it up, “not so tough now!”  He let the red spandex snap back and grabbed a roll of duct tape from the trunk.  He pulled her arms back and taped her wrists behind her back noticing her bright red nails.  It reminded him of Josephine which just proved his point the famous heroine was just like the backstabbing Josephine.  Next he bent her calves up to remove her boots and once again he pictured Josephine when he saw her painted toenails through her hose.  He smirked, wonder what she would think of him now seeing the so called SUPERwoman!  He tapped her ankles and hoisted her all the way in.  He admired the site of the “unbeatable” heroine one last time and felt himself getting excited again.  He quickly slammed the trunk shut determined to get back to his hideout so he could have his fun with her in private.  In his hurry he failed to notice the surgical mask has slipped slightly off.   Jumping into his car he pulled the mask down to be less noticeable and drove off back toward DCU.   

He had started to equip his new hideout underneath the University.   In his freshmen year a few jocks had grabbed him in the library and shoved him in a broom closet in the basement.  He had been there over an hour when he had noticed a old door hidden behind a shelf.  Turned out there was a whole labyrinth of tunnels and rooms under the school that no one seemed to know about anymore.  He had gotten familiar with the tunnels using them to get around the school unmolested.  Now with his new “career” they were a perfect lair for Black Mask.  He had slowly begun to steal supplies from the chemistry department.  He had free reign being the star student.  Using these he had developed the drug he had used on Superwoman, but also had concocted a few mood altering drugs he had managed to sell to some of the drug dealing elements of DCU.  This was a nice little side business to generate some cash to build up his lair.   

So excited to get back and imaging all he was going to do to the helpless Superwoman he failed to notice the signs until he was being detoured around the school.  He slammed on the steering wheel as he slowed down behind backed up traffic.  He remembered then that tonight was Homecoming for DCU.  He pulled out of traffic to turn down an alley.  He was not sure if he could get around it all, but couldn’t wait and had to get back to enjoy the victory. 

He made his way closer zigzagging through the back alleys when he slammed on his brakes to avoid hitting three figures.  It took a second for him to recognize them, but it was three of the football payers who had been harassing him the other day.  He paused for a moment, and then decided why not run them down.  He was Black Mask after all!  He was just about to put the car back in gear when his door opened and he was yanked out.  He had not seen their buddy pissing on a wall next to his car.  “Hey look dudes it’s our little buddy!  What the hell are you wearing?”

“Looks like his footed pajamas,” laughed another as they converged on him.

“Let me go you moron, you don’t know who you are dealing with!” he demanded.

“Tough talk when your sister is not around to protect you.”

“Yeah where is your sister tonight, I want to have some fun with her!”

“That whore is not my sister, now let me go!” Henry swung his fists uselessly at the larger man. 

“You know I was going to ask if you wanted take your car and go find your sister to party, but maybe instead we’ll just take your car!”

“No!  You can’t do that, it’s mine!  She’s mine..” Henry was cut off by a fist to the gut folding him over and falling to the street.

The four bullies then kicked and stomped him too drunk to wonder what he had meant by “she’s mine”.  Grabbing the bloody and bruised Henry they threw him over into a dumpster and took off in his old car.

The four bullies laughed as they tore through the streets around DCU in Henry’s car; squealing the tires, and slamming on the brakes as they continued to drink and pass out a few pills they had bought from a campus vendor.  “Dude lets dump this wreck in the Lake!”

The other three cheered their leader’s idea.  The pond was located in the woods next to DCU.  The fairly large woods had running and biking trails and had been protected from development by the University.   The Lake was a popular hangout for students during the summer.  It had a nice beach on one side and was fairly large and deep. 

Pulling up to a higher lip a little way from the beach the large bullies piled out of the car where one proceeded to pass out and land face down in the dirt.  The others laughed at their friend and then began to push the car until is slipped over the edge and fell ten feet down to splash into the water.  The three still standing cheered their beer cans, “Let’s go finish these brews down on the beach and start a bonfire.”  The three stumbled down the hill completely forgetting their passed out friend.

In the trunk Superwoman was roughly jostled in the fall causing the surgical mask to completely slip off.  Her super immune system had been trying to fight off the drugs, but Black Mask’s drug had been very effective.  Not only had it depowered her, but the combination had kept her system from fighting the effects or slowly giving her immunity like she had developed against chloroform. 

As the car sunk water began to fill the vehicle and a slash of cold water to her face started to bring her back, and a second opened her eyes and washed her mask off.  Superwoman pulled at her bonds feeling the give.  She should be able to rip them off easily, but the even though she had her powers she could not bring them to bare with the strong dose of muscle relaxant.  Still she was able to slowly pull her wrists and ankles free.  She pressed her feet up bracing herself in the tiny space of the trunk and pushed feeling the metal of the old car bend until the latch broke.  In her weak state Superwoman started to desperately swim free, but felt something catch and then give.  She instantly knew her belt had come off as part of her powers vanished.  Too dazed to call it back to her she desperately swam for the surface figuring she could retrieve it once the drug wore off.  If escaping the sinking car had been difficult, the swim to the shore was near impossible.  Her body wanted to quit, but she kept fighting it forcing her tired and drugged muscles to move.  Finally she felt her fingers hit the bottom and she slowly began to crawl of the water.

Before she could make the dry sand her head bumped into something.  Through her soaked hair she looked up into one of the football players, “Well, well looks like the party is about to start!”

A hand grabbed the back of her head shoving it into the water and wet sand as the other two football players grabbed her arms.

“What the hell is she doing out here this late?”

“You seen her body, she probably comes out here to swim every night, but who cares, bitch won’t turn me down this time!”

“Right on!  Look dude, she is wearing hose!”

“Bitch always does, showing off her legs, but never putting out!”

Josephine was too tied and weak from the drug to pull free.  She felt the world going black. 
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Superwoman felt herself being dragged out of the water and she felt the warmth of the raging fire they had set on the beach. Littered around were beer cans and the smell of drunk college football players. On either side of her was a football player holder her arms and holding her up since she had no strength to keep herself up. She saw the leader glaring at her. His face terrifying in the light of the fire. He looked at her like a piece of meat and planned on treating her that way. Josephine knew that she wouldn’t be able to fight them off in her current state, but if things got out of control she knew she could easily recall her belt and power out. The last thing she wanted to do was transform in front of them in a red flash and reveal her identity.

“You wear some weird shit to go swimming in bitch” He said as he tore the choker from her neck and tossed it aside.The rest of her powers vanishing from her….

Her eyes were half shut and she looked completely exhausted.

“Looks like you swam too much lake tonight, maybe you’re not in such great shape after all…let’s see….” He said as her reached into the top of Josephine’s spandex waistband, under the spandex and the nylon.

Josephine started squirming. She knew it was about to get out of control. He was going to start fingering her and she realized she had no choice but to transform and get out of this. She began to concentrate on her artifacts when she suddenly felt him slide his finger harshly into her.

“Uhhhh!!..nooo….” Cried Josephine as the two players holding her began to laugh. What’s worse is she felt the connection to her artifacts vanish! The distraction of having his finger inside her broke her concentration. Not because she didn’t want it, but she actually enjoyed the way it felt. She didn’t want to admit it, but because of being Superwoman she hadn’t had sex in over a year.

“You like that bitch? Finally getting what you deserve! Stuck up cunt!”

The leader used his strength to push so hard into her Josephine was on her tip toes in the sand. Her nylon covered feet coming off the ground as the two men holding her lifted her so the leader could get better leverage.

His arm flexing as he played with Josephine rough. “Noooo…nooo…stoop!…nnnhhhgg!”

Josephine was helpless as the men laughed. Her connection to her artifacts was severed in the throws of her torture/ecstasy. The men loved how her legs dangled uselessly over the sand. Her nylons wet and shimmering in the fire. Her hair matted and her body sprinkled with sand.

Finally Josephine released herself. It was very quick and the leader grabbed the back of her head and put his face directly in front of her. “I made you cum bitch! Now it’s our turn! Drop her” He said as he wiped his hand on her face as an insult.

Josephine was thrown on the sand on her belly. Limp and tired she couldn’t move. The men laughed at her as they discussed how they were going to use her for maximum fun. Suddenly the leader picked up the nylon clad Josephine and placed her in a face to face bearhug.

“Uhh!!..nooo!” She cried as her legs bent and kicked trying to escape the massive football player.

“Okay boys! Let’s show this bitch what happens when she shows off her legs and never puts out!”

The two other players each took control of one sexy nylon leg and placed the bottom of her small foot on their manhood. Each player felt the soft feel of wet nylon and the jerking leg under their control. The leader kept squeezing Josephine harder and harder making her jerk and moan each time. The players couldn’t get enough of her legs and soon each one had spilled their seed onto her heavenly nylon covered feet and legs.

After each player had cum on her feet they tossed her back on the sand, on her belly. Still tired and now hurt from the harsh bearhug Josephine was on the verge of passing out.

“My turn” said the leader with a big drunk smile.

The leader sat on Josephine, staring at her shimmering nylon covered ass and looking down at her unmoving legs. He pulled her leotard hard into her ass exposing her perfect round nylon armored cheeks. Creating a perfect nylon valley for him to insert his manhood…

“stooop….” moaned the helpless Josephine.

“Fun’s just starting baby! Make her eat sand boys!” He ordered.

One of the players held Josephine’s arms behind her back while the other pushed her face into the sand suffocating her! Helpless and desperate for air Josephine began kicking her feet on the beach! The leader watching her sexy legs flail while he used her nylon ass.

“Keep her kicking boys! I’m almost done!” Moments later the leader had spilled himself all over her perfect nylon covered ass. Josephine lay there tired and helpless gasping for air and almost passing out.

The leader picked her head up and pulled her to her knees. “This is what happens when you act like you’re better than us! You’re just another whore, no matter how hot you are! Don’t forget , you’re a girl and that makes you inferior to men!” Pulling her head back all three players started pouring cans of beer into her mouth. Gagging and coughing Josephine couldn’t breathe and soon she passed out. Her face and chest soaked in beer.

An hour passed and Josephine woke up slowly. Still on the beach, the 3 men were asleep by the dwindling fire. She got up and started concentrating on her artifacts….

“She’s up! One more round boys!” The leader yelled.

Josephine started running, no time for the artifacts. Into the woods she ran with the three men giving chase. Her nylons tearing on the shrubs and twigs. Soon she came to a steep cliff. At the bottom was the lake….

“Nowhere to run bitch! We use you one more time and then we let you go, get over here!”

Josephine was trapped on the cliff as the men closed in on her. Standing there in her red top and bottom with pantyhose covering her legs was a sexy sight. The men could’t help it, Josephine’s legs always aroused men.

Looking down Josephine falls backwards off the cliff. The men look stunned and gingerly walk over to the edge.

“Oh shit, is she dead? Where is she down there? Did she hit those rocks”? They asked each other.

Moments before landing in the water Josephine managed to summon her artifacts. They clasped on instantly and deep in the pond a red flash erupted. Superwoman came out of the lake on the far end. Her hair, makeup and outfit were perfect again and she was completely dry.

Flying over to the beach she landed in front of the fire the boys had left. When they returned to the fire the three of them saw Superwoman waiting for them in her power stance….

“What do we have here? Some fresh ass to pound! Get her arms boys, time for some more fun!” The leader said.

The other two were hesitant because they knew Superwoman was no push over….

“Do it!!” He ordered.

Superwoman extended her arms and each player grabbed one. They were nervous and rightfully so because Superwoman slammed them into each other knocking them both out. Then Superwoman glared at the leader while the other two laid unconscious by her red leather booted feet.

“I just rescued a young lady from the lake, she told me you violated her….”

“You know what Superwoman? I don’t think you’re as strong as they say. I think I could take you out then I’d rape you like an animal. Typical woman, thinks she’s better than a man.”

Superwoman knew she couldn’t call the police on these guys for attacking Josephine. She would have had to reveal her own secret identity. But she wanted to teach him a lesson…

The leader took a swing at Superwoman and nearly broke his hand on her jaw. The unflinching Superwoman smiling….

“That all you’ve got? Big strong man huh?” Superwoman mocked.

Superwoman grabbed the leader and flew him up into the air among the clouds in an instant. The leader was screaming and praying she wouldn’t drop him.

“Please don’t drop me! I”m afraid of heights!””

“The next time I catch you violating a woman you’re going to have to answer to me…got it?” Superwoman said.

“I’m sorry I won’t do it again….” The leader replied.

Superwoman flew back down to the ground at breakneck speed, the leader crying and screaming the whole time. She dropped him in a pile with his unconscious friends. She noticed he had pissed his pants while they were in the air.

Superwoman was done for the night. Black Mask was gone, the college football players learned their lesson. The only thing she didn’t understand was why Black Mask chose that out of the way lake to drown her? Superwoman had no idea about the car jacking and figured it was Black Mask’s plan all along to drown her.

The next morning the campus was a buzz with the news of the murders.

“What murders? who got killed?” asked Josephine to Sofia….

“These 4 football players were all found dead in their dorms this morning. They say they were all wearing black spandex hoods when they were killed. They’re saying it’s a gas that killed them. Police don’t know who did it.”

Josephine sat at the table and looked at Sofia….”Black Mask, but why them?”

Sofia looked at Josephine “Did you meet a new villain or something last night?”

[The following is a story collaboration between me and my good friend and writing partner Hero Smasher from 2010]

Henry was a nerd in High School. He had no friends and was shunned by most of his classmates. But Henry excelled in Chemistry. His only saving grace was Josephine Cirmia. They grew up together just a few houses down on the same street. When all the kids were outside playing Henry was always sitting on his porch playing by himself. It was always Josephine who invited him to play and get to know the other kids. Josephine was fun and popular while Henry was shy and quiet. Lucky for Henry when he entered High School his only friend Josephine continued being kind and invited him to lunch and after school activities.

Throughout  High School Josephine made sure to include Henry as much as she could. When Josephine was around nobody bothered Henry. No guys wanted to have hot Josephine mad at them so the “cool kids” always treated Henry good when she was around. But when she wasn’t around Henry was bullied badly. Josephine’s friends hated Henry, but she insisted Henry be included because he was a good kid and just a little shy. They tolerated Henry but never told Josephine how much they disliked him. Josephine knew, but she was loyal to her friends, even the unpopular ones. Henry began to develop feelings for Josephine through High School.

Henry ended up going to DCU and there Josephine was still friendly to him. He was a stand out in Chemistry and biology, earning a full ride scholarship and many awards. All the academic accolades never helped Henry with the girls however and this frustrated him greatly. The only girl who would even talk to him was Josephine and she was the hottest girl at  DCU so he felt very possessive of her.

Josephine was walking across the campus to her next class with Sofia. Sofia turns to Josephine and asks

“Josie, isn’t that Henry with those football players?”

Josephine looked over and saw Henry getting tripped by a few jocks. Henry kept trying to pick up his books while the jocks kept slapping them out of his arms. Enraged Josephine walked over to the jocks…

“Hey! leave him alone! Why don’t you gorillas act your age!”

The jocks looked over liking what they were looking at. Josephine wore a black skirt with tan pantyhose, black boots and a tight T shirt. Sofia wore tight jeans and a fitted T with white sneakers.

“Hey baby we’re just having fun with our buddy Albert here…it’s okay sexy…”

“His name’s Henry and it’s NOT okay!” Josephine shouted.

“Okay okay, we’ll leave him alone baby….you and your Latina friend wanna hang out with us for a while?”

“Come on Henry, we have a date at the coffee shop.” Josephine said as Henry walked over, books falling out of his arms.

The jocks started walking away. “Good thing your sister came to bail you out nerd!”

“Her name’s Josephine and she’s my best friend!!!” Henry shouted as the jocks snickered and whispered under their breathe “loser”.

That night Josephine invited her childhood friend Henry to her apartment to watch Monday Night Football with her and Sofia. These were the only nights that Henry ever got to leave his dorm room because he had no friends. He decided tonight was the night he was finally going to ask Josephine to be his girlfriend.

“Why not? she likes me, she definitely likes me. Why else would she pay so much attention to me? She must want me to ask her out. I’m doing it! I’m gonna finally ask Josephine to be my steady girlfriend!” He dreamed of how she was going to kiss him and let him touch her boobs. He started getting hard thinking of Josephine which was nothing new. He had masturbated to Josephine incessantly. Second to Josephine was Superwoman. He had pictures of Superwoman all over his dorm room. He followed her news stories religiously. Josephine and Superwoman was Henry’s ultimate combination of a perfect girlfriend. If he only knew the truth…

The three of them sat in the living room watching the game. Sofia went to bed early because of an exam she had early in the morning. Henry saw this as his opportunity to make his move….

“umm…h..hey Jo…umm…you doin something on Friday night?”

“I don’t know Henry, it’s usually pretty busy in the city on Friday Nights…I mean, alot of parties and stuff”

“Ohh…umm.. well I was thinking maybe…umm.. we could do something together….”

“Sure Henry, you name it and if I’m not too busy we’ll do something.”

“I was thinking we should do it like a boyfriend and girlfriend date thing.”

“What? Henry are you asking me out?”

“No….ummm…well…yeah I am. It’s about time we finally did this.” Henry said as he leaned in to kiss Josephine.

Josephine moved out of the way and stood up from the couch. “Henry! No! I’m sorry I didn’t know you felt this way. I don’t have those kind of feelings for you.”

“What? How can you not love me!? You always treat me good! You always talk to me. If you didn’t want to be my girlfriend you shouldn’t have led me on all these years!”

“Henry we’re friends, I want to be your friend. I’m sorry if you think I led you on, but maybe we can forget this happened?”

“NO! You’re just like all the other girls! You think you’re better than me! You probably make fun of me too! All you girls should pay for making guys like me feel so puny! I HATE you Josephine! I HATE all women!!” Henry ran out of the apartment crying….

Josephine chased after him but he ignored her. He never talked to Josephine again, ignoring her around campus. Months went by….

Henry sat in his dorm room watching the news. He had torn down all the pictures of Superwoman he had. He hated Superwoman too because he figured she was another snobby girl who thought she was better than him. On his TV a news reporter gushed over Superwoman and another crime she stopped….

“Superwoman pfft! I bet if somebody put Superwoman in her place and showed everyone then they’d see she’s just another snobby bitch!….I bet I could defeat Superwoman…..I bet I could use my brain to capture Superwoman and humiliate her. Then these women would all know their champion is a pathetic weak woman!”

In a dark room in his dorm Henry spent day and night working on a formula that would defeat Superwoman properly. He was consumed with every rumor of Superwoman’s possible weaknesses and used his superior intellect to deduce the best way to defeat his prey. With a respirator and rubber gloves Henry poured his chemical into a hollow bullet with a glass tip. He loaded the bullet into the last chamber of a 6 shot revolver. He put on a black spandex costume he sewed himself with a full black mask….

“Now Superwoman, you do battle with The Black Mask!”

Henry had studied Superwoman to the point where he was able to recognize a pattern to her nightly patrols. He could accurately guess where she would be patrolling on a given night. Henry picked an old storage warehouse with little security. He walked around the store room and left the gate open with the chain broken off. He also left a flashlight on the ground still shining light. It wasn’t long before Superwoman took notice….just as Black Mask had intended.

Black Mask was rummaging through the storage house when he heard a woman clearing her throat to get his attention.

“A little late to be taking your stuff out of storage don’t you think?”

Black Mask slowly turned around and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Superwoman stood in her power stance with the fluorescent light shimmering subtle sparkles from her sexy nylon armored legs. Her red spandex briefs with black belt and shiny red gem breaking the line with bare toned abs to her red spandex bra top.

“I’ve been expecting you Superwoman! I am Black Mask!”

“You’re ridiculous and you’re going to jail tonight”

Black Mask pulled out his revolver….

“A gun? Really? I’m Superwoman, bullets can’t hurt me. Maybe you should have done your homework.”

Black Mask shot off 5 rounds at the unflinching superheroine in red. All 5 bullets bounced off her impressive body.

“Only 1 left Black Mask. Better make it count.” She said with a cocky grin.

“Oh don’t worry Superwoman, It’ll count!”

**BLAM!!!**

As the bullet hit Superwoman it shattered off her chest and the chemical mixing with the air created a smoke that instantly filled the unsuspecting Superwoman’s lungs!

“UGH!….*cough*….what?….uhhh…..” Superwoman fell to her knees amid the smoke. She instantly felt dizzy, sleepy and weak….

Black Mask smiled behind his mask as a noticable bulge protruded from his crotch at the sight of the weakening Superwoman.

Superwoman slumped to her hands trying to stay off the ground….

Henry couldn’t believe this was happening. His heart started pounding out of his chest with excitement. The most powerful woman in the world is on her knees because of something he planned! He was going to defeat Superwoman!!!!

Black Mask walked over and grabbed a handful of the back of Superwoman’s hair, pulling her head up along with her body as she was still on her knees….

“Like my toxin Superwoman? Don’t worry about me, my mask has a built in respirator. It’s a combination of knock out gas and muscle relaxer. That small dose I gave you was enough to put a whole herd of elephants to sleep. I figured you’d be out like a light by now, but you seem pretty resilient. Too bad the muscle relaxers are keeping you from using your perfectly toned body…”

Black Mask put his foot on Superwoman’s left front shoulder and shoved her back against the wall. Superwoman tried to pull his foot off but her weak arm just slid off his black converse sneaker.

“Looks like you’re going to need one more bullet Superwoman.” Black Mask said as he loaded his revolver with another bullet…

“Remember just a few minutes ago you said…what was it?….oh yeah, “A gun? Really? I’m Superwoman, bullets can’t hurt me.”…Well I’d say that last bullet hurt you pretty bad. I can’t wait to see what this one does!”

Superwoman put her hand in front of her to block the shot, but Black Mask slapped it out of the way like a sheet of paper. “Sleep tight Superwoman! You’ve just been defeated by Black Mask!”

Weakly Superwoman replied….”noooo”

***BLAM!!!!***

The gas covered Superwoman as Black Mask felt all the resistance leave his foot. When the gas cleared Superwoman was knocked out. He pulled his foot off and the Most Powerful woman in the world, The invincible Superwoman, slumped down and crashed unconscious onto her left side….

Black Mask had no idea how thrilling it was going to feel defeating Superwoman. He took off his black glove and started tracing Superwoman’s shimmering nyloned ass with his palm. He raised her arm and watched it drop to the ground limp. He put a medical mask on her face with a constant supply of the gas to fill her helpless lungs. He shuttered suddenly then realized he had just came in his spandex pants. He wanted to masturbate all over her legs, but knew he had to get her to his lair so he could humiliate her on camera and finish his plan!

Superwoman struggled as hard as she could to at least get her hands free. After what seemed like forever she managed to pull the very weak and rusty metal bar out of the headboard. She still had her hands bound as the metal bar was still stuck to the tape. But it was better than nothing. She sat up in the filthy smelly bed with some difficulty since she was so weak. It certainly wasn’t because she was out of shape as her sexy abs were visible as she crunched them. Not an ounce of flab hanging over her belt as the only folds in her tummy were the cuts in her abs. Using her flexibility she started fumbling with the bungy cord on her right ankle but couldn’t get it to loosen. But she did manage to get the flimsy knot in the extension cord to loosen on her left ankle. It was a sight that would have turned on any man. The moans and desperate grunts she was making showed her tenacity, but it was the way her legs looked that would have made this a pay per view event.

With each stretch to reach her ankles the opposite foot would point down while the foot she was reaching for would point towards her. The foot that pointed down caused her calve to flex while her thigh would tighten. The shimmering nylon in the poor light of the room accented each young sexy muscle. The foot pointing towards her also caused her thigh to flex, but her calve to elongate accenting the perfect arch of her sexy nylon clad foot.

She felt as if she could slip her left ankle out of the cord at anytime, but chose to leave it to make it appear secure. Finally she used her hands to fish the crystal out of her sexy cleavage. It was difficult with the bar in the way and in her weakened state was starting to feel lightheaded and could pass out at any moment. When she finally held the crystal she could feel it burning in her hands. It was so painful, but she tossed it as far away in the room as she could. Since Jakes crappy apartment was a small studio apartment it couldn’t go very far. The crystal landed in a pile of Jakes dirty clothes. Jake would have just called the pile his clothes however since he never really did laundry anyway.

Superwoman started to feel some of her strength returning, but not much at all. She began tugging at her taped wrists, but she was still too weak to break free. She was now probably equal in strength to a 12 year old girl. Her struggling had made her tired and she knew that she didn’t stand a chance against Jake like this. She needed to bide her time and get as far from that crystal as possible. If she was lucky Jake wouldn’t notice the crystal was gone.

She heard Jakes keys fumbling in the door. Superwoman leaned back down and jammed the broken metal bar into the headboard to appear as if she was still bound securely. Jake walked into the room to see Superwoman still in her “helpless” position. He had a large video camera and a blank VHS tape. The newest video cameras were smaller now and some of the more expensive ones had a flip out screen for easy viewing. But the pawn shop wasn’t exactly Delta City Electronics and Jake had to make do with what he had.

“Hey babe! Get ready to feel every inch of “The Jakester” inside your cunt!”

Josephine hated that “C” word and very much wanted to kick Jake in the face, but he would easily over power her and she knew it. So instead she had to play along.

“Oh Jake, I’ve never felt so helpless. Please don’t make me wait. I’m so helpless and scared! I can’t believe I’ve been defeated by a REAL man.”

“Yeah baby! I’m gonna give you what you deserve. But first we gotta make a quick video for ICE!” Jake said while he set up his tripod and put his giant VHS camera on top of it. He hit record and looked through the eye lens to square off the shot and ran over to Superwoman’s side kneeling down beside her.

“Okay this is Jake! I’m the badass who just captured Superwoman and here she is on my bed all tied up. So I want the 25 mill in small bills….like 10’s and 20’s…in a small brown bag. This is proof that I have her and that I’m the baddest rocker in Delta City!” Jake then went on to play his air guitar and make guitar sounds while he whipped his head around to make his long dirty hair fly all over the place. Needless to say he looked like a complete joke. He continued this for about 30 seconds then got back to his recording.

“Now that you’ve all seen I’m a total badass and Superwoman beater you’re gonna get to see me fuck Superwoman in the cunt!” Jake pulled down his torn dirty jeans and whipped them off along with his dirty yellow colored tighty whities. Jake was now completely naked and Josephine wanted to vomit. He jumped on top of her and straddled her. His penis was completely erect and just having it touching her nylon covered thigh was almost enough to make him cum. He pulled her spandex strip aside and was amazed at what he saw. Never before had Jake seen a woman so well groomed. Superwoman was completely shaved and waxed under her nylon shielded crotch. The women Jake had sex with didn’t take much time for personal hygiene. He started pawing at her crotch trying to get hold of a piece of nylon so he could rip it open and gain access to Superwoman’s most private and personal area. But the high quality reinforced pantyhose top were so tight and smooth he had a hard time grabbing them with his greasy hands. It was embarrassing for Jake since this only proved he had no idea what to do with a real woman. He was also getting very frustrated and started sweating from the pressure of this embarrassing performance.

Josephine needed to think fast. The last thing she was going to do was allow this piece of human garbage to penetrate her. “Oh Jake, you’re so hot! Please baby take the bungy cord off my leg so you can raise it up over your shoulder when you do me.”

“Yeah baby! that’s a great idea. It’ll be easier for me to fuck your cunt that way.”

Jake jumped off Superwoman and quickly undid the bungy cord leaving her sexy pantyhosed foot and leg free. Jake moved towards Josephine to climb back on top of her but she quickly placed her small pantyhosed foot near Jakes crotch and ran her toes under the shaft of his tiny penis. Jake shuddered from the feel of her sexy foot rubbing him and he froze in his tracks just as Josephine had planned. She used her flexible ankle and foot to maneuver her sexy arch on his small shaft using her toes to massage the shaft and her soft heel to stimulate his dirty balls. Jake was immobilized and looked like he was ready to explode. Jake never felt a woman do this to him and he loved the way her high quality hose felt on him.

Superwoman’s plan was working perfectly. If she could make him cum on her foot at least that would save her from trying to fight Jake too early while he tried to rape her. But Jake was quickly becoming a more confident idiot. With much effort and reluctance he grabbed Josephine by the ankle and did the unimaginable. He threw her sexy nylon covered foot off his penis!

“I said I was going to fuck you in the cunt and that’s what I’m gonna do!” Jake ordered. as he climbed back on top of Delta City’s sexy and powerless defender. It wasn’t going to be long before Jake exploded because he had zero stamina. It was an accomplishment he hadn’t already cum. Jake started to fumble around with Superwoman’s crotch again looking to rip the sexy hose protecting her.

Josephine loosened the bar on the headboard with her bound arms while Jake fumbled around like a moron. “Hey Jake” Superwoman said in a sexy yet weak voice. Jake looked up and saw the bar smash him on the bridge of his nose as Superwoman hammer chopped him as hard as her weakened arms would allow. Jake grabbed his face screaming and rolled off Superwoman onto the floor. Superwoman rolled off the other side of the bed and landed on her belly. She started crawling to the door on her elbows as her hands were still bound with the bar hindering her progress. She started feeling some of her strength return as she was moving away from the crystal. She managed to get to her feet with some effort as her hosed feet were slipping on the linoleum floor. She could almost visualize her escape as she reached the doorknob. She was trying to get her hands around the knob, but the bar was in the way making it difficult to turn! Suddenly and without warning she felt Jake grab her by the ankle. Then Jake managed to grab the other ankle and yanked hard. Superwoman’s sexy feet were pulled out from under her as her chin hit the floor hard. She kept reaching for the doorknob but now she was being pulled away from it. Her one chance at escape was growing further away while simultaneously being pulled back towards the depowering crystal! Jake’s injury was painful, but in her weakened state she couldn’t really do the damage needed to knock him out. Jake flipped Superwoman over onto her back.

“You bitch! you tryin’ to get away? How the fuck did you get loose?” Jake questioned.

Jake reached down and pulled Superwoman up by her spandex top. In the process Superwoman’s breasts poured out and Jake saw the crystal was gone!

“Where is it?” Jake shouted.

Jake pulled Superwoman closer to the corner of the room and noticed her resistance was weakening. Jake quickly found the crystal on top of his pile of clothes and picked it up. Superwoman found herself completely weak again and could no longer stand up. Jake tossed her back on the bed and kept the crystal close.

“Okay bitch! You don’t want Jake in your cunt? Let’s see how you like THIS in your cunt!” Jake said as he pulled Superwoman’s waistband and forced his hand into her crotch. What happened next was the cruelest thing only a coward would do to the helpless Superwoman. He shoved the de-powering crystal into Superwoman! Superwoman felt the pain instantly. The pain was so intense that Superwoman was unable to scream. Instead her gorgeous face was stuck in shock. Her sexy dark eyes opened wide in surprise as her mouth hung open. She was only moments from passing out but that didn’t matter to Jake as he saw his opportunity to further humiliate Superwoman.

Jake, already naked and erect, sat the shocked Superwoman up on the bed and shoved his penis into her mouth. “Now suck me off Super Bitch!” He ordered. Superwoman was already out as her eyes were glassy and started to close. Her face relaxed as she was losing consciousness. Her lips involuntarily closed around Jake’s penis as it layed on her tongue. She started to fall backwards while Jake stood there feeling the pleasure of his “blow job”. He loved how her voice moaned just before she went down and how his penis felt while her tongue and lips slid away and off. Superwoman was out and Jake shot out a weak sampling of cum from his tiny penis landing on the mattress.

“Yeah! Superwoman just sucked me off!” Jake shouted. He was disappointed when he looked over and saw the camera had been knocked over and didn’t capture any of it. He looked at the unconscious Superwoman and sneered. “You ain’t so tough are ya? I ain’t gonna listen to you no more! I’m in charge!” Jake said as he pulled the ICE wanted poster out of his pocket and picked up the phone.

“Yeah I have Superwoman and I wanna collect the reward……”

[4 hours later…..]

Josephine regained consciousness as her sexy dark eyes fluttered open slowly. Her hands were bound above her head and she noticed she was still in Jakes apartment. Her legs were re-bound with the same bungy cord and extension cord. Looking down at her feet she noticed Jake had been busy as his dried juices were all over her feet and thighs. She felt the crystal between her breasts. Jake must have taken it out of her for some reason. She could tell her hose were still intact and she didn’t feel like he had raped her. He simply was too much of a loser to be able to close the deal with a real woman.

Superwoman also felt a rubber hose tied tightly on her arm. “What the hell?” she thought to herself. Then she saw Jake sitting in the corner with a lighter and a spoon. He was cooking heroine and loading it into a dirty needle. He started walking over to Superwoman….

“Hey Super Bitch! welcome back to your worst fuckin’ nightmare! I had to take the crystal out of your cunt since you stopped breathing. Figured it was killin’ ya and you’re worth more from ICE alive!”

“W…what are you doing with that needle?” Josephine weakly asked.

“I’m gonna shoot with this heroine I got from this guy on the corner.”

“NO!…why?” Superwoman panicked. She had never even seen heroine, but she knew it was very addictive and wanted no part of it. She had seen the drugged out dregs of humanity in the alleys of Delta City and pitied them. Now Jake wanted to turn her into one!

“ICE told me over the phone to keep you drugged up with chloro-someting to keep you quiet!” Jake replied.

“Chloroform Jake! That’s not chloroform it’s heroine!”

“Well I don’t know what the fuck chloroseptic..form whatever! I don’t know what it is!” Jake admitted. “Just shut up so I can shoot you up!”

Jake found a vein on Superwoman’s arm easily since she was in such great shape. He aimed the needle at her arm. Josephine was terrified, but was hardly able to move in her weakened condition….

“NO! Jake please!….please don’t do this to me…PLEASE!” Superwoman begged.

A smile creeped onto Jake’s face. “Yeah super bitch! Keep beggin’ me. Beg me ’cause the Jakester’s in control ain’t he! You’re scared for real this time! Just like that brunette chick I grabbed from the gym parking lot! She was scared too! Now she’s a fuckin’ vegetable!”

This was it. Josephine knew it was over. The bad guys have won. Any hope she had drained out of her.  For all her efforts and battles in her short career this is how it was going to end….

[Riiiiing….Riiiiiing]

Jake jumped as the phone rang and tossed the needle on the table before injecting Josephine. She listened to the one sided conversation…

“yeah…ok…..no off shore account number I want it in 10’s and 20’s in a small brown bag…..no I’m not kidding man…..her mask? i dunno i didn’t take it off……cause i didn’t think of it……OK I’ll be there!” Jake hung up the phone and walked over to Superwoman.

“Okay babe. It’s been fun but I gotta get ya to the docks in 30 minutes so it’s time for you to say goodnight!” Jake cocked his fist back and slammed it hard into Josephine’s jaw. Her head snapped to the side as she saw a flash of white then nothing. Superwoman was knocked out. Jake never injected her with the heroine because he simply forgot. Instead he quickly undid her bondage and tossed her in his van.

[28 minutes later]

The bouncing of the van’s broken suspension and Jakes inability to avoid pot holes jolted Josephine awake. She noticed her hands were bound behind her back and she was gagged. Her legs were bound together also but Jake had put her sexy red boots back on. She was impressed he was able to figure out the difference between the left and right boot. She was still weak and felt the crystal between her breasts. Suddenly the van stopped. Jake got out and she heard him talking to somebody. Then the doors of the van opened and she felt two men grab her legs and pull her out of the van. She slammed onto the pavement on her back, her hands still bound behind her. She looked up and saw two men in black suits looming above her. Jake was standing next to them. Just a few feet away was a black armored truck the men came in. The contrast of the men in suits and Jake was staggering. Jake looked like he simply didn’t belong there. His ridiculous van wasn’t helping him in the “being taken seriously” department either. The men started talking to each other.

“She’s awake.”

“She looks like Superwoman. She don’t look too super though.”

“Yeah man! I totally captured her! My name’s Jake. You can call me Jakester!”

The men looked over their “merchandise” and noticed the dried cum all over her legs and boots.

“You rape her Jake?”

“Nah! I get waaaay hotter chicks than Superwoman. I don’t need HER man. I had a little fun though and she totally willingly sucked me off!”

The men looked at each other and Josephine could tell they wanted to laugh in Jake’s face.

“I don’t know Jake. It looks like her, but she isn’t putting up much of a fight. She might be an imposter.”

“NO fuckin’ way man! It’s really her I swear!” Jake yelled out.

The men picked up Superwoman. One by the feet, the other by her shoulders. They handed Jake a small brown bag with his money in it. Superwoman was unable to even resist. Evil was going to win. Superwoman was no more. It was over. Everything was over. The life she knew was gone. She had no idea what her fate would be now.

The men were about to load Superwoman into their armored truck when one of them decided they wanted hear Superwoman beg.

“Take off the gag. Let’s see what the great Superwoman has to say now.” The man in the black suit said.

Josephine had an idea. A long shot. But she had to try something. The man ripped the gag from her mouth and Josephine did her best southern accent and tried to sound and talk like trailer trash. She thought about some of the women from Shotgun sally’s gang for inspiration….

“What the fuck are you dumb asses doin’ grabbin me off the street and putting in these damn hooker clothes! When my husband Hank finds out about this shit I swear he’s gonna get his shotgun and blow your fool heads clean off! Is this how you treat tourists comin’ to your big bad city………” Josephine went on and on and even spit between sentences to make her look as trashy as possible. The men from ICE were in shock. There was no way this crazy woman could be Superwoman. They pulled out their guns and dropped Josephine on the ground….

“Hey Jake! You think this is a fucking joke? You think you can fuck with ICE!!?” The men yelled out while pointing their guns at Jake the loser.

Jake literally crapped himself. He was scared out of his mind. “NO WAY! She’s fakin’ man! It’s really her! Look it’s cool I can prove it!”  Jake walked over with his arms in the air towards Josephine laying on her back while still shouting obscenities like a crazy southern woman. Jake reached into her breasts and pulled out the crystal. He then tossed it as far as he could into the harbor.

“You see! that’s what kept her weak…….” Jake suddenly realized what he had just done….”oh shit” he said under his breath.

Suddenly Josephine’s yelling stopped….”Thanks Jake”. She said in her normal voice as her powers rushed back into her instantly. The slightest flexing of her ankles broke the ropes around her legs and she snapped the rope around her wrists like it was thread. Superwoman was back! She stood up and flung the two men in suits against the truck. One of them yelled out…

“SET UP! It’s a set up! RETREAT!”

Two more men that were in the truck started shooting. The bullets that would have shredded her just a moment ago were now bouncing off her sexy body harmlessly. But ICE was not just some rinky dink outfit. They were prepared for just about every situation. Smoke bombs started going off and visibility was quickly reduced to zero. Superwoman heard the armored truck start up and take off fast. This was her chance to finally capture some members of ICE and hopefully gain more information about them! She flew above the smoke and saw the truck’s brake lights quickly flash as they were turning the corner. Superwoman leaned her body towards their direction and was going to quickly apprehend them, but then she heard  a desperate moaning from the ground. As the smoke cleared quickly she saw Jake had been shot multiple times. He was the only person left and he was going to bleed to death. Superwoman knew without immediate medical attention Jake would die from his wounds.

Superwoman was torn. She could finally capture members of ICE, but  in the process she would let a man die. “Maybe he deserved to die.” She thought to herself for only a second.  But she decided to help Jake. She felt compelled to help everyone in need, no matter who. Superwoman was truly a super woman, a saint for sure. This disgusting man who wanted to rape her, shoot her with heroine, cum all over her legs and finally sell her to evil men still deserved to live in her infinite kindness and sense of right.

Superwoman picked up Jake the loser and flew him quickly to the hospital. The emergency room was amazed when the gorgeous Superwoman walked through the door easily carrying the injured man in her arms.

“Doctors this man needs medical attention.” Superwoman said in a very heroic tone. She stayed until the police arrived and gave them a statement about Jake and how he got shot by gang members on the dock while making some sort of deal. Superwoman admitted to the officers she got there too late. After that she flew away.

Jake on the other hand was recovering from his wounds in the hospital. When he finally woke up the nurse gave him the brown bag he was clutching in his hands when Superwoman brought him in. When he looked in it he saw it was filled with monopoly play money. ICE knew Jake was a joke and didn’t take him seriously since his first phone call. Jake started screaming in his hospital room from his rage. Everyone on the floor could hear him screaming.

Just down the hall was a father sitting beside his catatonic brunette daughter. She had been kidnapped and raped a few months ago while coming out of the gym and her father was holding out hope for her to recover. Suddenly while Jake was screaming the catatonic brunette’s eyes came back to life. She was terrified at the sound of Jakes voice. She saw her father sitting next to her. “IT’S HIM! IT’S HIM! He’s coming for me!… Daddy help!!” she shouted out. It was the first time she talked or did anything for months! The doctor’s rushed into the room and quickly put it all together. She identified Jake to the police and Jake was arrested and ended up in jail.

The young brunette would eventually recover fully. She had a loving family to emotionally support her. She had people to talk to and plenty of professional help. Although she had been kidnapped, molested, tormented and scared by Jake she was going to be okay. But it was a totally different story for the other woman Jake had abducted….Josephine.

The night Superwoman saved Jakes life she flew home and showered for a long time. She burned the costume she had worn that night. She tried to sleep but couldn’t. She was traumatized from her ordeal. Even though she was Superwoman, she had still been a victim and there was nobody she could tell. Josephine sat on the living room couch that whole night  staring at the TV. Her loose t-shirt and low cut shorts were quite a different outfit from the sexy Superwoman costume she had been wearing for over a day straight. She sat there with her legs together and bent under her with bare feet. When daylight broke through the blinds she was still sitting there. Who was going to help Josephine? Who did she have? Her mother, aunt, whole family was gone. She had nobody. She started asking herself why she felt the need to be Superwoman. She was a billionaire and could do whatever she wanted. Why was the compulsion to help people so strong?

Then her sexy Latin roommate Sofia came down the stairs and saw Josephine just sitting there. Sofia dressed in her tight DCU t-shirt and capri style lounge pants with the waist band rolled down to her hips. She knew Josephine didn’t look right and was immediately concerned.

“Josie! you’re home. I was worried about you yesterday. When did you get home?” She asked.

“Hi Sofie”. Josephine replied while blankly watching the pointless TV infomercial.

As Sofia came to sit next to her friend she noticed bruises on Josie’s wrists and ankles. She could see a bruise on her chin too. Nothing some makeup couldn’t cover up, but at the same time very concerning.

Josephine kept thinking to herself….”for all the people I help, who can I turn to when I need help?”

Sofia sat close to Josephine with her left leg bent under her on the couch. She put her arm around Josephine and asked in a very soothing way in her sexy accent…”How can I help you Josie?”

Josephine finally turned her attention away from the TV and looked at Sofia. Her eyes filled with tears as she broke down into Sofia’s arms crying. It was at that moment Josephine realized that Sofia was more than just her roommate and best friend. She was her family. They had some kind of connection. Josephine couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt as if Sofia could understand everything about her being Superwoman. Josephine didn’t tell her what happened, but Sofia’s willingness to just listen was enough put Josephine back to her normal self.

That day Sofia skipped her classes while she walked Josephine to her room to get some much needed sleep. “I’ll be here when you wake up Josie” She said. Josephine was grateful for Sofia.

In the end her encounter with Jake the Loser would make her stronger. It was great experience for the multitude of harsh torments she may endure in her legendary career. For all the damage Jake did to Josephine’s mind it made her a stronger superheroine and an even stronger person. It wasn’t long before Josephine was back to her normal fun loving, happy self and Superwoman was soon soaring over Delta City again protecting it from the forces of evil.

Jakes fate was much worse however. When he was arrested for the abduction of the brunette girl the police searched his tiny apartment and van. When they found the stolen loot from the pawn shop he was prosecuted for that robbery too. When the police found the video tape of Superwoman captured and Jake making his ridiculous recording they assumed it was the brunette girl and Jake was playing out some crazy fantasy. Although the girl said she couldn’t remember that exact incident he did dress her up as Superwoman and act out his fantasies. The court believed the prosecution over the defense about the tape as nobody really could believe that this moron could capture Superwoman like that. For once Jake was telling the truth, but everyone thought it was the brunette in the video. Even the brunette girl thought it was her and her memory was simly repressed.

When Jake was sent to prison he walked in thinking he would be treated like a king by the other inmates. He boasted about capturing Superwoman and making her “suck him off”. After the first day of his sentence he was quickly made a prison bitch by other inmates. It was Jake the Loser who had to endure the humiliation of “sucking off” men for many years to come.

EPILOGUE:

Superwoman asked Agent Grant from the FBI to help locate the crystal in the harbor for her. Agent Grant had helped Superwoman before in Samantha Maxwell’s building, saving her life. After the FBI dive team couldn’t locate it the covert search was called off. The crystal had vanished. Perhaps ICE found it first? Maybe it was caught up in a fishing net? Maybe it never even hit the water and some guy found it working on the docks unaware of what it was? Perhaps it was still buried in the harbor and the tides washed it out into the ocean? Superwoman felt uneasy about a crystal that kept getting stronger each time it weakened her out there….somewhere.

THE END

Jake’s van sped down the back alleys of the old dock district on a slight detour before on his way back to his crappy apartment.  The area use to be much more active before Superwoman had made crime a much more dangerous career choice in Delta City, but now it was pretty much dead as Jake scanned the buildings until he spotted what he was looking for; one of the ICE Superwoman wanted posters.  It was just the text one and not the original ones that had been posted with a glossy picture of the young heroine, those has quickly vanished long ago grabbed for the picture more than anyone with hopes of collecting the reward.  Jake himself had managed to nap one that he had “entertained” himself with, but had lost it when he had come home one night to find him kicked out of his apartment and his stuff kept by the landlord for back rent.  Since them the ICE had posted the text ones both to keep them on the street but due to a serious setback when Atomic Fist had attempted to hand Superwoman over to them.

Jake jumped back into his van shoving the flyer into the pocket of his ratty jeans.  He looked over his shoulder into the back of the van.  The van’s shocks were shot and his cargo had bounced and jostled around on his trip through the back alleys.  When he had left the pawn shop Superwoman had been completely buried in loot from the pawn shop and other garbage in the back of the van.  The only sign of her now were nylon encased calves and feet duct taped together.  He instantly felt the tightening of his pants at that tiny view of the heroine.  He reached down to feel the amazingly silky foot and running his hand up to her toes pinched and pulled at the shimmering material.  It stretched as he lifted her heels off the floor an inch before he let go and let them fall with no sign of resistance back to the floor. 

Starring at her amazing feet he reached out and picked up one of her boots he had thrown on the passenger seat as his other unconsciously went to his tight crotch.  The red leather felt cool in his hand and while he had done it without thinking, it suddenly occurred to him what he had done; he had de-booted Superwoman!  Everyone knew that Superwoman was invulnerable, untouchable, unbeatable, and on and on.  It was only the so called “super” villains that tried but even they had not been able to bring down the heroine.  Now here he was holding one of her boots staring at her sexy ankles taped together.  Just how ridiculous and unimaginable the situation was overcame Jake and he gasped just managing to yank his pants before he came.  Jake leaned back in his seat as the organism passed.  Jake had never had a strong or reliable libido disappointing even the women he paid to be with him, but he felt his arousal already building at the site of his cum soling the bright red leather boot.  Tossing the boot aside he smiled to himself and started the crappy van.  No more jacking off to some picture we was going to do the real thing!  He “grabbed” his air guitar again, “I’m going to bang super, super…superwoman!” he sang as he drove away!  The legs of Superwoman vanished back under the pile of junk of the van as bounced down the road.

Entering his apartment Jake chucked her boots aside and dumped Superwoman onto his unmade bed and she bounced causing the rusty springs to squeak as she came to rest face down.  In her bright red costume she stood out as out of place in the dimly lit efficiency.  He turned and was halfway out the door when he stopped.  What the hell did he care or need all that junk he had heisted from the pawn shop?  That was small time and that was not him anymore.  He turned shutting the door and looking back at the prone form of the most famous women in Delta City.  He hesitated feeling a moment of panic at the magnitude of the events that evening and began to grab his keys thinking about getting the hell out of there.  The fear and mystic he and most villains had for Superwoman ran deep and everything so far had happened so fast he had not really had to think, which was how he operated best, but now here he was at a decision.  He had failed or run his whole life and was about to do so again, but at the last moment he strode over the Superwoman and yanked her head up by the hair, “I ain’t afraid of you!”  His voice cracked and he almost pissed his pants but in the act and staring into the famed heroine’s unconscious face he gained confidence. 

Shoving her face back down into the mattress Jake pulled out a small knife and cut open the tape binding her wrists letting her arms slip apart and lay down her sides.  He then cut open the tape around her ankles.  He grabbed one foot in each and lifted them and her calve off the bed.  He could see bright red nail polish under her hose and he loved how he felt no resistance from his manipulation of her legs.  He let one go at a time and watches her foot drop to bounce on the mattress.  He ran his hand up the back of her thigh feeling the texture of her hose and firmness of her leg until it reached the round curve over her ass.  His hand slide up the curve until it reached where her spandex bottom met her nylons and in excitement he jammed is hand inside under once side of the red bottoms and out the other to yank the full back bottom into a thong!  This elicited a muffled moan from the sexy heroine the first sound she had made since he had defeated her.  He found that weak sound turned him on even more.  He released the red spandex and slid back but not completely from the wedgie he given her.

Jake then easily flipped the limp heroine onto her back and cupping her chin shook her, “Come on wake up Super Bitch!”  There was just a tiny movement of her eyelid behind the red mask but nothing else.  This was the first time he noticed how perfectly her eye makeup was done with just tiny hints of glitter.  The women he had been with wore makeup but it was always caked on and almost clown-like.  Looking around he grabbed a roll of duct tape off the floor.  He had plenty since he often seemed to be “fixing” his van, furniture, you name it with the stuff.  He then pulled Superwoman’s arms over her head on each side of a bar of the headboard and once again bound them together with tape.  Searching around again Jake found a bungee and old extension cord.  Instead of tying her ankles together again he spread her long legs to tie her right with the bungee and her left with the extension cord to the metal footboard.  He now had the defender of Delta City bound to his dirty old bed!

He moved back to sit next to her and peeling a corner up ripped the duct tape off her mouth.  This caused a muffled cry from the heroine and left a red mark on her cheeks where the tape had been.  Her lipstick was gone and he noticed it smeared on the tape he had just pulled off.  He carefully set that aside thinking to keep it as a souvenir.  He then pulled out the spit soaked cloth and finally fished out the crystal.  Holding the crystal in one hand he once again grabbed Superwoman’s chin and began to shake her with very different results.  Superwoman moaned, her eyes began to flutter open, and she tried to pull away from his hand.

As Superwoman the first two things she noticed were that she could not pull her arms down and a horrible smell.  Looking up into Jake’s leering face the earlier events came quickly back to her.  From a quick scan of what she could see and the horrible smell that was probably a combination of this “Jake” and his apartment that what he had said was true; her run in with him had not been a planned trap.  Her eyes were drawn to the de-powering crystal and Jake grinned more at the fear he was sure he saw in her eyes behind the mask.  While it was not hard since she did feel a level of fear of the crystals affect on her powers she made no attempt to hide it hoping that this would distract the thug as she tried to figure a way her way out of this.  Jake grinned, “Not so tough or cocky anymore!”

In her short career Josephine had learned a lot about reading people and it was obvious from this loser the best plan was to keep building his ego, “No, please, what…what are you going to do to me?” gasp Josephine weakly.  While she was no great actor the fact that she felt weak as a kitten helped her play it up.  A real “villain” would never have bought but Jake ate it up!

“What ever I want baby cause I kicked your ass!” Jake then pressed the crystal against her bare flat belly.  Superwoman did not have to pretend as she cried out from the contact with her bare skin.  While not as powerful as it had felt in her mouth it burned.  Worse she felt like that this being the third time it had been used against her its affects were getting stronger. 

Superwoman gasp as he pulled the crystal off her bare skin, “Please no more, I beg you Jake!”  Saying his name hit the spot and Jake smiled bigger than he had in his entire life.

Unfortunately it also turned him on past any point he had ever experienced.  He literally jumped on top of the helpless Superwoman and began to rub himself between her spread legs and grabbing at her hips.  Superwoman was took weak put up any resistance pinned under the larger man.  Fear of what was coming welled up in her as she felt him grabbing at crotch to open his pants.  Then she suddenly felt Jake gasp and his body jerk and shudder.  Suddenly the man was awkwardly climbing off her to turn away.  Angrily he pulled the flyer out of his pocket, “I’m going to sell you to ICE for 25 million and be famous as the guy who took down Superwoman!”

Superwoman looked down and felt sick seeing where on her costume bottoms and nylons that Jake had not been able to hold back, but felt a huge sense of relief thinking of what might have happened if he had any stamina at all.  She knew she that despite the fact that this Jake was a total loser did not make him any less dangerous, but she felt like she had a better chance with him than with ICE especially since they would be more prepared after the failure when Atomic Fist had tried to collect.  Actually very little was known about ICE and even the men she had captured had not led the FBI any closer to finding out more about the organization.  Some figured they really were a loose organization with no head but run by multiple crime organizations.

Superwoman thought fast and had an idea.  Still in her weakest voice, “You can’t just call them and turn me over.  They will just kill you and take the credit themselves.”

Jake spun around still fumbling with his pants in humiliation “Why the hell should I believe you?”

Superwoman looked away with a slight look of embarrassment. “I, I have never been defeated and now you, I don’t know,” Superwoman’s voice trailed off as waited to see if Jake was really that dumb.

She did not need worry.  Jake laughed and grabbed and pulled her face back toward him, “Yeah and now you are all horned up for the guy that kicked your ass, aren’t you?”

“No, please, I can’t.”

“Say it baby, you finally met your match and now you find you like being put in your place by a real man!”

Superwoman had to try and not laugh sarcastically as she whispered, “Yes.”

He smiled, “That is what I though!  Well don’t worry baby I we’ll have plenty of fun before I sell you off to the ICS.  So what would you suggest?”

“No please, don’t you just want me for yourself?”

Jake grabbed her by the neck, “Listen I’m in charge here so you will do what I say!”

Superwoman gasp, “Okay, please just don’t hurt me.  You should take a photo and contact them about an exchange.  Don’t tell them where I am until you get your money.”  She was taking a risk but figured it was a good guess he did not have a camera and that would buy time.

Jake smiled that sounded like a good plan, “You know I think I saw a video camera in the loot I napped.  Why I go get that and we can make a video for the ICE losers and then you and I will make a personal one.  Prove to everyone I banged you for real!” 

As he moved to once again shove the crystal into her mouth Superwoman pleaded in her best submissive voice, “No, please Jake don’t make me suck on that again.  It hurts too much.”

Jake paused and smiled, “Okay babe, but only one condition.  I get to put something different in there!”  He then leaned down and roughly began to kiss Superwoman.  She struggled not to gag as he shoved his tongue into her mouth.  It seemed to last forever and toward the end she gasped as he instead shoved the crystal inside her spandex top between her breasts.  Jake stood up and licked his lips, he had never tasted a kiss like that since most women he had been with tasted like cigarettes, but this had been sweet.  “I’ll see you soon babe!”

As he strode out the door Superwoman struggled not to pass out.  While the affect was not as powerful as it had been in her mouth it hurt and against her bare skin.  She pulled weakly at her wrists and ankles.  She thought she had felt the tape give some when she had pulled it against the bars some but now there did not seem to be any give.  She was about to give up when she heard a creak and a slight give, but it was not the tape instead the bar of the headboard had moved!

[The following is a story collaboration with my good friend Hero Smasher. We have been writing together since 1999. The opening paragraphs pertain to a grand story arch that will make no sense since every adventure had and will not be posted.]

The shocking news of Samantha Maxwell’s criminal activities and arrest flooded the Delta City news like a tidal wave. The story went international quickly and Maxwell Cosmetics stock plummeted like a stone. Samantha was forced to relinquish her majority shares while in prison. Without her money she was unable to buy her way out of prison. The broken woman soon became a shell of her former self. The amazing muscle mass she had deteriorated into flab and she became a bitter woman who was locked away in solitary confinement. Little Lauren watched as her mother slipped away into insanity and the seed of revenge was planted in Lauren’s young mind.

Lauren went on to be adopted by one of Samantha’s rich friends. She would be well taken care of and have the best of everything in her life. When Josephine read about Lauren’s fate in the papers she felt better. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt the little girl, but her mother had brought this all on herself. But in Lauren’s mind it was all Superwoman’s fault!

While the Maxwell story was unfolding a number of criminal organizations payed close attention to the person responsible for taking down the corporate villain….Superwoman! The Family was extremely upset that Poison had been captured and imprisoned. They planned on doubling their efforts to get their strangle hold on Delta City again. But it would take time since their number one Superheroine destroyer was defeated. Majick became a cult hero to the Goth community in Delta City. Though her magic was kept under wraps in prison through medication.

The International Criminal Enterprise (ICE) raised the reward on the defeat and capture of Delta City’s Superwoman from 5 million to 25 million dollars. Superwoman’s high profile take down painted a large target on her back. But which one of these super villains would be clever and brave enough to take out Superwoman?

[Delta City….3 months after Samantha Maxwell’s take down]

Jake was a loser. A real big time loser in everything. He drank heavily and was unkempt. He wore ripped blue jeans, dirty old sneakers and a black concert shirt. His hair was long and dirty looking. He was a wannabe heavy metal musician who excelled at playing air guitar. His life peaked in High School when he was considered a badass and a punk and scared the kids who would later become lawyers and doctors. Unfortunately he never changed and life passed him by. He had just become a father to a baby who his girlfriend named  “Joe”, but Jake decided he didn’t need this kind of hassle and ran out on his girlfriend and his new son. Jake was a total loser.

Today Jake found himself in the rare position of working. He was hired by a building management company to be a janitor. Today his job was to clean out the bottom of the multiple elevator shafts of the recently sold Maxwell Towers. Jake pushed his broom around in a lazy manner. It wasn’t long before he started daydreaming. His broom then became a guitar which he started playing. Singing the words to a horrible song he had written. Jake looked like an idiot, but in his mind he was playing to an arena full of fans. After a few minutes of this stupidity he noticed something gleaming in the corner of the shaft. He reached down and pushed some dirt away. He pulled out a crystal that had what looked like a strand of dark hair in it. Jake smiled since it was probably something he could sell at the pawn shop for some extra cash. He celebrated by sitting down and pulling a small bottle of whiskey from his pocket. He put the crystal in his pocket and began to drink. Soon Jake the loser fell fast asleep dreaming of playing guitar.

“JAKE!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!” The foreman screamed waking up Jake from his long nap. “You’ve been down here for 5 hours and you’ve gotten nothing done!” The foreman was outraged.

“Oh hey sorry boss I was just taking a break you know?” Jake explained.

“A break? There’s 8 shafts that need cleaning and you haven’t cleaned one! You’re drinking on the job and you’re sleeping! I’ve had it with you Jake…YOU’RE FIRED!”

Jake became enraged and got in the foreman’s face. “Hey screw you man! I don’t need this lousy job anyway! You wanna piece of Jake asshole? Let’s go!”

Jake took a swing at the foreman only to have his punch blocked. The foreman clocked Jake in the face and he went down hard with a bloody nose. The foreman stood over Jake the loser.

“You’re a LOSER Jake! You’re a BUM! You hear me? You aint never gonna do nothing worth a damn Jake! You’re a born loser! Now get the hell out of here You’re done!” Jake walked off humiliated.

Later that night he drank in his small dirty apartment. Watching TV he was viewing a news special on Superwoman. An in depth interview with Delta City’s defender, but all Jake could notice was Superwoman’s hot body. He was especially attracted to her sexy nylon painted legs. His pants became tight in the crotch as he began touching himself on the couch. “Oh man the things I would do to that Super bitch! Yeah! I’d give her every inch of The Jakester!” He had a major obsession with Superwoman, but Jake knew there was no chance in hell he could ever get a woman as gorgeous as Superwoman. The only women who would go near him are the ones he had to pay. But none of them were as hot as Superwoman. He did however stalk a sexy brunette for weeks until he finally grabbed her coming out of the gym to her car. He terrorized the woman in his van and made her pretend to be Superwoman. The woman was so traumatized she went catatonic. Much to the relief of Jake since he wouldn’t get caught.

He remembered the crystal and started  looking at it. “Maybe this thing will bring me some luck” He thought to himself. He was in need of money and working for a living wasn’t for him. He had been planning to rob a pawn shop which he had cased for months. He actually knew the guy who owned it because he was always pawning anything he found. After months of casing the place he knew exactly how to beat the alarm and get into the back door thru the alley. “Well, no better time than the present.” He thought to himself as he grabbed his keys and hopped into his black van with a fantasy scene airbrushed on the side. It depicted a sexy half naked woman holding up a sword riding a white tiger. Tacky to say the least.

Jake backed his tacky van into the alley and cut the alarm and phone lines. He drilled through the lock of the door and walked into the back of the pawn shop. He began filling large canvas bags with anything he could fit along with cash he found in the register. Jake was finally going to accomplish something. Or was he? Because he was such a loser he missed the wire to the back up battery for the alarm strobe on the roof….

Soaring high above Delta City was the Invincible Superwoman. Her dark hair flowing in the night air as she looked down patrolling for trouble. It was another quiet night, just as it has been since Samantha Maxwell went to prison. But out of the corner of her eye she noticed a red strobe lite flashing on top of a building in a disreputable part of town. She flew closer to investigate and noticed a black van backed up in the alley. She saw the phone wires cut and knew the place was being robbed. Superwoman landed in front of the van and walked around to check it out. The clicking of her heels on the cement were amplified in the alley as they echoed. She saw the fantasy scene airbrushed on the side of the van and rolled her eyes. She walked to the open door and saw Jake with his back turned filling up his bag with loot.

“Ahem, sir? can you give me directions to the nearest precinct since that’s where I’m taking you?” Superwoman said in a cool tone.

Jake swung around and saw the sexy Superwoman standing in the doorway…

“Bullshit! You picked a bad day to play dress up girlie!” Jake shouted as he pulled out a gun.

He opened fire on Superwoman and unloaded all six rounds at her.

Superwoman stood there unflinching while the bullets bounced off her perfect body. She had a quick flashback to the first time a crook opened fire on her. She remembered covering up and flinching as each bullet came at her. It was a natural reaction for a rookie superheroine. But now she was so used it. A smile cracked across her face….

Jake stood in awe. “Holy shit! shit! shit! shit!….it’s really you!…oh shit!…fuck shit fuck!” Jake stupidly threw his gun at her. She caught it in her hand and as if there was any doubt she was really Superwoman she crushed the gun in her hand and dropped it on the floor.

Jake threw his hands in the air and gave up immediately. He started checking out Superwoman’s body and was stunned at how much better she looked in person. Her pantyhosed legs sparkling in the dim light of the alley would have really turned Jake on if he wasn’t about to literally crap himself out of fear.

“Just turn around tough guy and put your hands behind your back.” Superwoman ordered.

Jake complied and started sobbing. “I’m just a guy down on his luck Superwoman. C’mon just give me a break….I’ll go clean I promise….” Jake could hear her heels clicking closer and closer towards him….

“Save it pal. Let me tell you why guys like you can’t change….” Superwoman began saying.

Jake felt Superwoman grab his wrists while he was listening to her. Then suddenly she let them go. Jake felt her hands on his back, but not with any force or authority. He then heard her begin to moan, unable to finish the sentence she was saying.

“Superwoman?” Jake asked in a fearful tone.

Jake looked to his right and noticed a large mirror. He could see that Superwoman was using his back to support her from falling over! She appeared to be in some kind of trouble! Like she was about to pass out!

“What the hell?” He thought to himself. The look of fear turned to confusion. After a few seconds of watching Superwoman unable to recover his confusion turned to confidence. He turned around and faced the now weakened Superwoman. He grabbed Superwoman’s wrists and really enjoyed how he got to check out her finely polished nails. He could tell Superwoman took good care of herself. Superwoman looked up at Jake weakly….

“..who..are you…working for…” Superwoman asked. It was inconceivable to her that a moron like Jake was able to mastermind a trap like this.
 
Jake threw Superwoman’s arms down and they limply hung at her sides. She was barely able to even stand up. The weakened Superwoman stood in front Jake the loser completely vulnerable…

“I ain’t workin’ for nobody bitch. I’m just lookin’ to get by….” Jake said as he slammed his fists hard onto the top of Superwoman’s shoulders…

Superwoman grunted in pain as her legs buckled under her. She fell onto her knees as Jake put his dirty boot on Superwoman’s forehead and pushed her onto her back. Superwoman lay spread out weakly trying to at least roll over to crawl away. Jake looked down at the helplessly sexy heroine then noticed the crystal in his pocket was glowing brightly. He pulled it out and Superwoman’s dark lined eyes opened wide in horror behind her sexy red mask.

Jake smiled. “Is this what’s doing this to you Superwoman?…yeah, I can tell it is.” Jake straddled Superwoman and put the crystal close to her face. He could see the fear in her eyes and it was turning him on like he had never been turned on before.

“Let me tell you what’s gonna happen here bitch. I’m gonna finish robbing this place then I’m putting all this loot in the van and I’m takin’ you with me.” Jake shoved the crystal into Superwoman’s mouth then stuffed a cloth in behind it. Then he found some duct tape and taped her sexy red lips shut. He continued to bind her hands behind her back with the tape. Jake couldn’t resist pulling off Superwoman’s boots to reveal the sexy shimmering nylon pantyhose covering her feet and ankles. He took pleasure in rolling the tape around her ankles as it stuck to the high quality hose keeping her once powerful legs bound and useless. But Jake surprisingly managed to control his urges and concentrated on putting Superwoman in his van.

Superwoman was in and out of consciousness as the crystal now in her mouth seemed to be taking more of a toll on her. The final insult came when Jake carelessly tossed his bags of loot in the van covering her in the very stolen property she was trying to protect just minutes ago. Jake got into the van and started it up. He looked into the back of the van…

“Hey Superwoman, my names Jake. People call me Jake the loser. But guess who’s the big  loser tonight? Ha!” Jake shouted with glee as he began to play air guitar like a fool and sing an ad lib song. “I just took out Super…super…superwomaaaaan! I’m gonna bang super…super…superwomaaaan!” As he drove away he began to think of the 25 million dollar reward he could get from ICE. Jake was finally going to accomplish something….HUGE!

Superwoman flew over the dark Delta City docks. The cool night air mixed with the sea breeze and smell of salty sea filling her lungs. She sees the large cargo ship named “The Fist” and gently lands on the top deck. Walking through the halls, her heels clicking on the metal floor, she realized this was the same ship her mother met her fate. Turning the corner into the large cargo area she sees Officer Frank Price.

“Superwoman, over here.” He says.

Slowly Superwoman makes her way towards the undercover cop. He has his cell phone with him and makes a call to The Captain. Putting it on speakerphone the Captain answers. “Frank, we’ve got the wire up and running. Is Superwoman there yet?” He asks.

“Yes, sir. Just showed up.” He replies.

“Excellent! Superwoman, are you ready?” He asks. She takes a deep breath. “I’m ready, let’s get this done and put Conquistador away for good.” She says.

“Rebecca says good luck. She’s monitoring the wire. See you soon.” The Captain says then hangs up.

Superwoman looks at Frank. “Okay, let’s do this.” She says as she removes her belt and choker. Feeling her powers leave her body.

“Okay, please turn around so I can bind your hands behind your back.” He says, taking the belt and choker. Superwoman turns around and lets him tie her hands. She notices he ties them extremely tight.

“Sorry if it hurts. This needs to look real or Conquistador will get suspicious.” He says. “I understand.” She says. “Can you still feel your gems?” He inquires. “yes, of course. I can recall them at will.” she says.

Suddenly she feels a sharp prick in her neck. Stunned and confused she says “What are you…?’ Quickly she realizes she can no longer feel her artifacts. Then Frank wraps his arm around her neck and begins to choke the magnificent Superwoman. Pulling hard and lifting her off the floor. Her red heels kicking air.

“How about now, bitch? Can you feel your powers now?” Buckshot says while choking the helpless superheroine. He loved how she struggled. How just a few seconds ago she was untouchable and now she was an ordinary woman. Her shimmering legs kicking as the low light of the ship picked up her shimmering nyloned legs and hints of body glitter on her shoulders.

“Nnnngh…..*cough*…” Superwoman struggles as she is unable to breathe.

“Thanks for showing us your new ability, bitch! That shot I gave you is a neuro-inhibitor! We developed it for telepathic heroes years ago! You’re finished now!” He yells as he throws Superwoman to the floor. She lands on her back sucking in precious air, her hands tied under her. Then Buckshot stomps his foot into her helpless and bare midsection causing her to scream. He kneels down and grabs her face smiling at her pain.

“You stupid little cunt! Did you really think you could take us down this easy?” He says as he spits in her gorgeous face before she has a chance to answer. His foamy spit landing on her mask and cheek.

Stunned and helpless Superwoman mutters “Why? I saw you, you were remorseful. I trusted you!” she says.

Buckshot stamps his boot on her neck, pinning her down. Her heels scraping on the metal floor in desperation. “Remorseful? Yeah I was. That was real. But after all these years I’ve come to realize that living this life is better than retiring with some shitty cop pension. Conquistador knew I was a cop. The Captain was undercover with me, but he was actually in league with Conquistador the whole time. When they confronted me I realized who the real power in Delta City is. It’s Conquistador, The Captain and Judge Holt. I got over my guilt pretty quick. Lucky for us your stupid memories lined up with our plan. You told us everything we needed to know in that factory. You stupid bitch! I hope your cunt mother’s rolling over in her grave right now knowing how fucking stupid you really are!” 

“Frank, please….” She begs.

“I’m Buckshot! Frank doesn’t exist anymore!” He yells as he presses his dirty boot into her throat making her choke again. Then Conquistador, The Captain and Judge Holt walk into the cargo area with the formerly hidden chest of hideous trophies…

“Nice job, Buckshot! Our trap worked perfectly! The stupid cunt fell for it!” Conquistador says as he takes the artifacts from Buckshot and stands over the helpless Superwoman. He glares at her, looking at her perfect body up and down. He loves how revealing her new outfit is and the dark eyeshadow on her eyes behind the red mask. He kicks her violently in her ribs several times as the woman screams from the pain. Then he steps on her chest with his Italian leather shoes and looks down at his defeated prey….

“I keep my promises, Superwoman. I promised I would hold your belt and choker over you while you suffered. Here I am.” He gloats as he watches the humiliation in her eyes. “You promised to protect the citizens of Delta City, but you failed to protect Rebecca Hunt.” He says.

“…what….what did you do to her?” she asks with a quivering voice afraid of the answer.

Conquistador laughs and orders The Captain to remove his new trophies from the chest. He shows Superwoman Rebecca’s badge and high heels. “My new trophies, do you like them Superwoman?”

“Nooooooo!” Superwoman yells out as the cruel men laugh at her. 

“Rebecca Hunt is dead. Two bullets in her chest, two bullets in her back.” The Captain says.

The Captain kneels down to get in Superwoman’s face. “You don’t remember me? I fucked your mother that night. Me and Judge Holt were the other two thugs you decided weren’t important enough to remember!” He says as he watches her face. The memory flooding back she suddenly realizes her mistake. 

“Monster! You killed Rebecca and you poisoned Tyrone.” Superwoman yells.

“No shit, cunt. That stupid nigger drank that bottled water I gave him right up. Fucking rat deserved it!” The Captain says then sharply slaps Superwoman across the face. “Don’t you talk to me like that you overrated bitch!” The Captain admonished.

“You’ve failed completely, Superwoman. Now you’re going to pay. Buckshot! Get her on her knees!” Conquistador orders.

Buckshot pulls the hand tied Superwoman to her knees and stands behind her.

“Do you think this is the worst thing that could possibly happen to you, Superwoman? To be defeated and killed? Well, it isn’t…This is….UNMASK HER!” Conquistador orders.

Buckshot grabs a handful of her dark perfect hair and pulls her face up. Grabbing the corner of her mask she struggles to hide her face. “NO! Not my mask!” she pleads as the men watch the red mask of Superwoman slowly pulled away! They stand before the unmasked, defeated superheroine in shock…

“Josephine Cirmia! This is more than I could’ve hoped for! You really thought you were going to fight crime at night then prosecute criminals during the day? Very ambitious indeed! The Conquistador says as he removes his fine silk tie. “You seem to like my suits, incompetent intern. This tie is custom silk from Italy.” he says while wrapping the tie around Josephine’s vulnerable throat. “You caused me some very stressful moments during my trial. Let me return the favor!” He says as he begins to strangle the hand tied heroine! They love how she struggles, her eyes starting to water as the veins in her neck begin to bulge. The helpless look in her face as she is robbed of the gift of breath. Josephine’s face turns red as the men stand over her laughing at her. “You fucking little bitch! I own your life now! I own you! I decide how and when you die! You are no longer Superwoman! You are no longer a promising lawyer! You are MY PROPERTY!” Conquistador yells. Josephine’s face begins to turn blue as her tongue starts to hang out of her mouth. Suddenly Conquistador releases her and Josephine sucks in the precious air trying to regain her senses. They all look down on her laughing at how moments ago she was the most powerful woman on earth and now a mere victim.

“Captain, my research on Josephine revealed she lives with her aunt. Her aunt had a twin sister who went missing. She was obviously Superwoman. I want you to send one of your officers to pick her up and bring her here. Let’s see how little Josephine likes watching her precious aunt beaten and raped in front of her!” Conquistador says.

“NO! Please don’t! Do what you want with me! Just leave her out of it! Please!!!” The gasping Josephine begs with tears in her eyes.

“This is what you get for choosing to be a hero.” Conquistador says to the defeated Superwoman as he glares at her with contempt.

“We will do whatever we want with you and you will watch us fuck your aunt. We’re going to fuck and kill the whole Superwoman family tonight!” Conquistador says with a sick smile.

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The lifeless body of Rebecca Hunt slowly begins to stir. Her blue eyes flutter open as she rolls to her side then leans sitting against the wall. She opens her blouse to reveal the micro thin bullet proof vest she has secretly been wearing to protect her ribs since Tyrone had beaten her with a bat. The two bullets still lodged in the vest. She rips off her shirt, now in her bra, and takes the vest off to see her chest bruised from the bullets she took. Her shoulder still bleeding although that bullet had gone clean through her unprotected shoulder. The two bullets to her chest caused her heart to go into an arrhythmia and slowly stop. The Captain mistook it for a collapsed lung. Ironically, the two bullets Judge Holt put in her back were enough to jump start her heart and put it back into a normal rhythm. Judge Holt unknowingly saved her life by shooting her.

“Fucking pricks…” She says as she looks to see her torn and stained nylons. Wiping the still wet cum from her face and lips. She takes her gun and walks in pain with only nylon feet, a bra and skirt to her car. She gets in and starts it then makes a call to Dan.

“Hello? Rebecca! You off work?” He answers.

“No, are you still at the Chinese Palace?” She asks with a heavy stress and audible pain in her voice.

“Yeah, you okay? You don’t sound good?” He asks concerned.

“Meet me in the alley behind the kitchen. Get the first aid kit…” She says then hangs up.

Minutes later Detective Hunt’s unmarked police car barrels into the alley knocking over a trash can. She stumbles out of the car in her bra, skirt and hosed feet holding her shoulder. Dan runs out of the kitchen to her.

“Holy shit! What the fuck happened to you?” He says alarmed.

“Get me inside.” she says desperately.

“You need a hospital. I’ll call the police.” He says.

“NO! Do NOT call the police. The Captain will know I’m still alive. Just get me inside.” She orders.

He brings her into the managers back office. Mr. Chang, the owner, rushed over with the first aid kit. The cooks in the kitchen stopped briefly to see why a bleeding blonde white woman was coming in through the back. Mr. Chang was an old man. He started his life in Delta City many years ago from meager means. He grew his Chinese Restaurant into a successful night spot with music and comedy. His son, Tso Chang, had just returned from military service in Afghanistan. The elder Chang summoned his son over to help the bleeding woman because of his knowledge of combat first aid.

“Rebecca, what the hell? You’re shot! Why won’t you let me call you help?” Dan asks.

“Because The Captain shot me. He’s dirty, I found out too late. The fucker thinks I’m dead and it needs to stay that way so he isn’t tipped off to me going after him.” She says.

“Miss you’re bleeding too much. You’re not going after anyone in this condition.” Tso says.

“Like hell, heat up two spoons. Hot as you can get them.” Rebecca orders. Dan runs out to get the spoons over the open flame.

“I know you, you’re that Detective Hunt from the trial.” Tso says.

“Yeah, me. The one they humiliated.” She says.

“No, what you did was brave. That bastard should’ve been found guilty. You’re a goddam hero if you ask me.” Tso says.

“Thanks, kid. What’s your name?” She asks.

“Tso Chang. My dad owns this place and I work here, but I’ve been trying to get on the police force. Took the test and now I’m on the waiting list.” He says.

“You’ll inherit this place and be well off. Why do you want to be a cop?” She asks.

“My dad. Years ago when I was a baby, Superwoman saved him from being shot. It was a robbery and they were about to shoot my dad. Superwoman stepped in and took the bullet for him. Caught the bad guys and saved his life. Ever since then he’s always talked about heroes and how important they are. That’s why I joined the Marines. Now I want to serve Delta City.” He says.

“Good for you, kid. Just watch who you trust. Half the department’s corrupt.” She says.

“But you’re not. I heard you say your Captain shot you. You don’t get shot by a dirty cop because you’re dirty.” He says.

Then Dan runs in with the hot spoons….

“So…umm…we cooking heroin or something?” He says holding the hot spoons with a pot holder.

“No, give me that bottle of vodka and take off your belt.” Rebecca says to Dan.

“Hey, now’s not the time to get frisky…but okay…” Dan says.

“Shut up, Dan.” She says.

Rebecca pours the vodka on her wounded shoulder…

“Each of you take a spoon. Put the rounded end on the entry and exit wounds. Press hard and don’t stop.” She says as she puts Dan’s belt in her mouth to bite down on.

“What the fuck? Are you serious? Why does this turn me on so much?” Dan says.

“I know what she’s doing. Let’s go…” Tso says.

Tso and Dan press the hot spoons on Rebecca’s wounds. She bites down hard on the leather belt as she keeps her shoulder as still as possible. Grunting and sweating Rebecca stands there taking the pain. Finally she spits the belt out…

“Okay!’ she yells out. The wounds had stopped bleeding and it was sealed. The elder Chang runs in with some crushed powder paste he had just mashed up in the kitchen…

“Porice Rady…this make pain much better.” He says as he applies the ancient soothing Chinese medicine then wraps the wounds.

“Dan, in the trunk of my car there’s two duffel bags. Get them.” She says.

Dan comes back and Rebecca unzips the bags. One has guns, the other has her tactical gear. Everyone leaves the office to let Detective Hunt change out of her tattered clothes. She opens the door and steps out in a black tank top with white lettering on the back and front “DCPD Detective” with the city shield. Her blond hair now in a single long ponytail in the back with her long bangs framing the sides of her face in the front. Tight blue jeans with black tactical boots and a double holster belt hanging from each thigh. Each holster holding a chromed out 9mm glock pistol. Her police belt containing handcuffs, multiple zip ties for quick crowd control, mace, and extra magazines. 

She walks through the kitchen with her bags…

“Hey! Where are you going?” Dan asks.

“I’m going to the docks. To save Superwoman.” She says.

“Superwoman? She’s in trouble? Then I’m coming too!” Dan says.

“Dan, no. I’m not coming back from this. This is a suicide mission.” She says.

“I don’t care. You know, you treat me like shit. You can totally kick my ass. You never come to my shows and you swear like a truck driver, but…I still want to see you. If I can help, I want to help.” Dan says, expecting a sympathetic response from Rebecca…

“Fuck off, Dan! You’re not coming. I don’t want to be responsible for getting any more people killed tonight!” She yells. Dan jumps in the car and refuses to get out.

“Tough shit! I’m coming! Superwoman is worth it and so are you!” He yells. Rebecca gets in the drivers seat and pulls her gun on Dan. “Get the fuck out, I don’t have time for this shit, Dan.” She says. Then Tso Chang opens the back door and gets into her unmarked cruiser too.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” She asks looking at Tso.

“Detective, I heard you say Superwoman’s in trouble. My dad wants me to help. I have his blessing.” Tso says. Rebecca looks over to see the elder Chang in the doorway giving a go sign and yelling at Dan in broken English. “Help Superwoman, but if Tso hurt I fire you Dan!” He yells.

Rebecca holsters her gun. “You two are fucking stupid…” gripping the steering wheel tightly “…thanks.” she says.

Dan looks back at Tso. “You’ll get used to her. She’s actually really sweet when she’s asleep.” He says.

“Shut up, Dan.” Rebecca says.

“Tso, what did you do in the Marines?” she asks.

“I was a sniper.” He replies.

“Perfect.” She says tossing her duffel bag to him. “There’s a sniper rifle in there. You’re gonna be my guardian angel.” she says.

“See? I told you we could help!” Dan says. “What should I do?” He asks. “Turn off the safety before you shoot this gun and try not to get bitch slapped and stabbed this time.” She says handing him a pistol.

Detective Hunt rips out of the alley with her lights and siren blaring racing through the city to get to the docks…

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Joyce walks over to the front door. Having just completed a yoga routine she was in her black yoga pants and red sports bra. It was late and very odd that anyone would be ringing at this time of night. She looked out the window to see a police cruiser outside and an officer at her front door. She opens the door…

“Hello? Can I help you?” She says.

“Good evening Joyce Cirmia. The Captain would like you to meet him at the station.” He says.

“Right now? Isn’t it a little late? and why?” She asks.

“I’m just following orders ma’am. It seemed pretty urgent.” He said.

“Okay, let me just get my shoes.” She says.

Minutes later Joyce is in the back of the cruiser. She notices there’s no way to open the door from the inside. After 15 minutes of driving she realizes they had gone past the police station. “Isn’t the police station back there?” She asks.

“I’m taking you to a satellite station near the docks, ma’am. Captain’s orders.” He replies. 

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Detective Hunt, Dan and Tso get close to The Docks. She kills the lights and siren so she doesn’t tip anyone off to their arrival. Navigating the maze of warehouses she sees “The Fist” off in the distance. She sees a large cargo crane looming over the docks.

“Okay Tso, this is where I drop you off. Get to the top of that crane and cover me.” She says. Rebecca has a Bluetooth piece in her ear and set up Tso with the same. She calls him on her cell phone and leaves the line open to make sure they have constant communication. Police radios would be no good since The Captain would be able hear their transmissions. Rebecca drives a little further then parks the car. “We go on foot from here.” She says to Dan. Making their way past numerous cargo containers she hides behind the last one closest to “The Fist.”

“Tso, how many and what are they packing?” She says to her ear piece.

“Looks like one of the forward deck. Two guarding the door to the cargo area and one on the aft deck. They have automatic weapons….wait…there’s a police car coming….” Tso says.

Rebecca peaks out to see the Officer sitting in his cruiser radioing in to someone. Then the Officer opens the door and lets the person in the back out…

“Looks like he’s letting out a woman. Late 40’s maybe…someone’s coming down from the ramp. Looks like a Police Captain…” He says.

Rebecca looks out to see Joyce being greeted by The Captain. “Joyce? What the hell is she doing here?” she asks.

“Tso, do you have a shot on The Captain?” She asks.

“Negative, no shot. The woman is in front of him.” He says as The Captain and Joyce enter the guarded cargo area.

“Bad news Rebecca. They’ve got 5 more guards coming up from the lower decks. They’re doubling the guards.” Tso says.

“Shit! I need to get inside that damn ship.” Rebecca says.
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Joyce walks down the long corridor with The Captain. “What is this all about, Captain?” she asks.

“Oh, it’s about your neice, Josephine.” He says.

“What? Is she okay?” She asks.

“No, she’s not. We’ve taken her powers and she can’t use her telepathy to save herself…or you!” He says as he pulls Joyces arm behind her back and forces her into the cargo area roughly. Joyce is horrified to see the unmasked Josephine on her knees with Buckshot’s hand clamped over her mouth to keep her quiet.

“mmmmmph!” Josephine struggles and her expressive eyes open wide as she sees her aunt thrown to the floor. The Captain grabs a handful of Joyce’s hair and pulls her up to her knees.

“Your stupid little neice got herself captured. Now she gets to watch as you blow my cock.” The Captain says as he inspects Joyce’s face. He picks up the discarded Superwoman mask and puts it on Joyce. “Yeah, look at this. Looks just like her dead sister.” He mocks as the men laugh.

Joyce looks over at Josephine and sees the pain in her face. “Stay strong! Don’t let them break you! Stay strong!” Joyce says to her. Josephine looks at her trying to be brave, but this is too much for the novice superheroine to handle as she continues to sob. The Captain pulls down his pants then tells Judge Holt to tie Joyce’s hands behind her back. He does then The Captain looks down at Joyce. “Open your fucking mouth and suck my cock or your niece gets a bullet in the head right now.” He says.

Joyce obeys as The Captain grabs two handfuls of her hair and begins to harshly ram his cock into the back of her throat causing her to gag and moan. “Come on Joyce! Stay strong! HA! HA!” he says mocking the woman. “Want to set a good example for your stupid niece don’t you?” He says while fucking her mouth.

Josephine looks on crying. “Please stop *sob*…please leave her alone. It’s me you want…*sob*…” she says. Conquistador kneels next to her and whispers in her ear. “What kind of Superheroine are you? Unable to save the ones you love? Pathetic and weak. You never deserved this power that is why we have taken it from you!” He says trying to demoralize her. Joyce’s gag reflex kicks in and manages to pull away from The Captain’s cock. She almost vomits, but manages to control herself. “You fucking bitch! I didn’t tell you to stop!” The Captain yells as he smacks Joyce hard across her face. The red Superwoman mask still on he takes his cock in her mouth again and violently forces himself down her throat. Joyce’s arms tied and helpless The Captain releases his seed into Joyce’s mouth then pulls out and shoots the remainder on her face. Her face dripping with cum The Captain pushes her face away and sends her crashing to the floor.

“Maybe Joyce should’ve been Superwoman! At least she isn’t crying like that baby over there!” The Captain says looking over at the sobbing Josephine. Joyce gets back up on her knees as The Captain kicks her back down. “Who the fuck told you to get up, whore?” He says to her. Then he places the sole of his boot against her face pressing her to the floor and leaving a sole print on her cheek. “It’s your turn Buckshot! Time to fuck the next best thing to The Superwoman of 20 years ago!” He says. Buckshot walks over with a swollen cock and rips the crotch of her yoga pants with his bare hands. “No panties, fucking whore!” He says as he pumps himself inside the perfect folds of Joyce’s pussy. Judge Holt walks over with his pants down and decides he wants to fuck Joyce’s mouth. The old man forces Joyce’s head up and gags her with his cock. “This is just like fucking Josephine’s mom!” He says.

“STOP IT! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?….LEAVE HER ALONE!” Josephine yells. Conquistador grabs her head and points it in the direction of Joyce getting raped. Forcing her to watch. “I want you to watch! Watch how you’ve failed to live up to your promise and protect these people. Watch how powerless you truly are! Watch your total defeat!” He says.

“…please…I’m begging you…stop…” She pleads. “Oh, this is just the beginning of your begging. You will beg me to spare your life tonight, but it will do you no good. Your aunt is just a warm up for what we’re going to do to you, bitch!” He says looking over the gorgeous brunette. “Are you a virgin, Josephine?” He asks. Josephine is silent. Conquistador reaches down and rubs Josephine’s vagina through her red briefs. She jumps at the unexpected groping. “You are a virgin!” He exclaims. Conquistador shoves Josephine down to the ground and grabs her right leg. He slowly removes the red boot, exposing the perfectly formed calf, ankle and feet of the nylon glazed Josephine. He smiles at his prize. Josephine looks at him terrified. “This is a perfect leg and perfect foot.” He says as he slowly removes the left boot too. “Now your boots belong to me. They will look nice next your mother’s in my trophy case.” He says with a sinister smile. He takes her foot to his face and sniffs the odor from them. Rubbing the silky soft nylon encased feet on his cheek. He enjoys the texture and the curve of her arched foot. Loving how her toes spread as she tries to resist his sick foot love. He controls her, holding a firm grip on her sexy ankle. His cock swollen, Conquistador releases his monster and forces her small nylon covered feet to his crotch. Forming a perfect hole to insert his cock between the two arches of the bottoms of her feet he pumps his cock into her silky shimmering nylon coated perfection. Unable to last long, Conquistador shoots his cum all over Josephine’s french manicured toes and feet. So much running down her feet and down her ankles she is covered in his vile man juice. A sinister smile crosses his face. He looks to see Buckshot and Judge Holt have finished with Joyce.

“Bring the Aunt to her feet!” He says. Buckshot complies and holds the weakened, cum soaked Joyce up.

“Judge Holt, make the Aunt suffer.” He says. Judge Holt begins punching Joyce wildly in her belly and face. Helpless and unable to defend herself Joyce is nearly unconscious.

“NO! Stop it! Leave her alone! Please!” Josephine screams.

Joyce is almost unconscious. The men stop beating her on Conquistador’s order then let her fall to the ground. Josephine looks helplessly at her defeated and raped aunt. “So you wanted to be a hero? This is your reward!” Conquistador says as he kicks Joyce on more time in the ribs causing her to cry out. They leave Joyce to lay on the floor. Cum soaked, nearly unconscious and barely moving. Then they set their attention on Josephine. Conquistador had already came on her nylons. They knew Conquistador was going to fuck Josephine first, but since he had finished on her nylons first they were now allowed to pleasure themselves on her nylons too. Buckshot, Judge Holt and The Captain all take a part of her nylon glazed legs and start to rub their cocks on her. Loving the feel of her resistance only makes them harder. She is helpless to stop them as the vile men shoot their man juice all over her nylon encased legs. Drops of cum soaking into the nylons as the moisture seeps to her skin underneath. Josephine has never been used like this and they have yet to even touch her helpless virgin pussy or violate her warm young inexperienced mouth. Josephine begins to cry again. Her dark mascara and eyeshadow running down her face…

“Your mothers torture only lasted a few hours. Yours will last until the sun comes up! Let’s see how much hope Delta City can muster when they see their champion dead for a second time!” Conquistador says laughing as he shoots another dose of neuro-inhibitor into her neck.

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Detective Hunt hides behind the cargo container watching the guards. “Fuck this, I’m taking all 9 of them.” She says pulling her guns out. “Are you crazy? You won’t make it up that ramp before they shoot you!” Dan says.

“Hold on Detective. Somethings flying in from the east.” Tso says. “It’s…holy shit, it’s Superman and Wonder Woman! Looks like the day’s saved!” He exclaims through the ear piece.

“Negative! Justice League is not a friendly. Do not let them see you!” Rebecca says as she looks over to see Superman and Wonder Woman land by the ramp.

“They’re talking to the guard by the ramp, keep quiet. Don’t let them know we’re here.” She says as Dan peeks over and drops his gun making a bang against the metal cargo container as the clip falls out of his gun. Superman looks over in their general direction and Rebecca ducks down. “Dammit Dan!” She says. “Sorry!” He says. “He’s going to see right through these containers!” She says.

Superman begins to use his X-ray vision when suddenly there’s a loud scream coming from the tall smoke stack of the cargo ship. Superman looks up to see one of the guards tied up hanging from the stack as Batman stands over him. “It’s The Batman!” The guards yell as they open fire. Batman glides down to get to cover as Superman intercepts him and slams him down on the deck hard. “Couldn’t mind your own business could you, Bruce?” Superman says as he rips Batman’s utility belt away. “No kryptonite advantage now!” he says. Superman uses his X-ray vision on Batman and locates the heart monitor trigger surgically implanted in his chest. He uses a concentrated blast to destroy it as Batman yells out in pain. Superman knocks out Batman with one punch then twists some metal railings around his arms and legs. The guards surround Batman as Superman tells them to back off. Superman picks up Batman and head towards the cargo area door with Wonder Woman.

“Holy shit! Did Batman just distract Superman so he wouldn’t find you guys?” Tso asks.

“I don’t know, but I’m moving onto that ship right now!” Rebecca says as she gets up. Dan moves behind her and she stops him. “No, Dan. Your job is to stay here and stay safe.” she says. “What? No!“ Dan protests as Rebecca shoves him to the ground.”I’m sorry, Dan. If you get killed I won’t be able to live with myself.” she says as she turns and runs to the ramp. Dan looks on as she makes it up the ramp and takes cover. The guards go back to their posts and Dan ducks down to avoid detection. “Dammit, Rebecca!” he says.
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Inside the cargo hull The Captain is on his radio with the guards inquiring about the gunshots. “What’s going on out there?” He asks.
“Sir, it’s Batman. Superman has apprehended him. He’s bringing him in to you.” The guard says.

Buckshot and Judge Holt are standing on either side of Josephine holding her up. Her helpless cum soaked nyloned feet on the metal floor with her arms tied behind her. Conquistador lands punch after punch with his left hand to her belly. Josephine grunting in pain at each shot.
“Does that hurt, Super-crybaby? It’s going to hurt a lot more with my right arm!” Conquistador says as he removes the leather glove covering his right hand to reveal an impressive cybernetic hand. He removes his jacket and dress shirt leaving only his tank top on. His entire right arm has been replaced with a silver cybernetic arm including his shoulder.
“The newest prototype weaponized military cybernetic limb technology! This arm is said to be stronger than even you, NOTHINGwoman! It’s good to be rich and well connected!” Conquistador says as he walks over to the metal wall. He punches the wall and puts his arm right through it. Superwoman’s unmasked eyes open wide in disbelief.
“I have turned my greatest weakness into my greatest strength!” He says as he walks back over to the helpless Superwoman.
“How much pain will a fraction of the power in this arm cause you?” He asks as he cocks his fist back and sends it into her stomach. “UGHHHH!” Josephine cries out as her silky Nylon feet lift inches off the ground as her sexy legs buckle under her. Buckshot and Judge Holt pull her back up.

A hand claps in the background as Superman and Wonder Woman walk into the cargo area with the defeated Batman. “Nice work, Conquistador! Looks like you’ve been busy taking down Superwoman.” Superman says as he looks at Joyce on the floor barely moving. “Hello, Joyce. Long time no see. I imagine this is what Jacqueline looked like before she was finally put in her place.” He says to the defeated Joyce.
“g…go…to…hell…” Joyce says to Superman.
“Ha! I would, but it looks like you’re already there. You can say hi to your sister for me when you meet her.” Superman snidely remarks. He looks back to Conquistador. “I brought you a new trophy for your case.” he says as he throws Batman’s utility belt on the table with Superwoman’s artifacts.

“Is Batman dead?” Conquistador asks. “No, but I’m sure you’ll take care of that.” Superman says.

“Ah, yes. The great Boy Scout never wanting to get his hands dirty.” Conquistador says. “I’m not here to chat about my habits Conquistador.” Superman replies. “Of course, you’re hear for your money. I have decided you shall receive only half this month since I had to deal with Superwoman myself.” Conquistador says.

The Captain positions himself quietly behind Wonder Woman admiring her Nylon covered ass and legs.

“Half? I could destroy your entire operation and you’ll be in prison before you know what’s going on. Maybe you’re forgetting who I am.” Superman says. Conquistador backs down fast. “Of course, I was getting cocky. I shall give you what you deserve.” He says while pulling out two briefcases full of cash. He hands them to Superman.” Here you are, Superman. Enjoy.”

Superman looks at Conquistador’s new cybernetic arm. “New arm? Why’s it lined with led?” He asks.

“It isn’t led. It’s a new metal that you can’t see through.” He says. “That’s impossible.” Superman replies. “Anything is possible, Superman!” Conquistador says as a kryptonite glazed knife shoots out of his forearm. Conquistador stabs The Man of Steel through his chest as the tip of the blade pokes through his red cape in the back. Stunned, Superman drops the briefcases. His body weak from the kryptonite he looks at Conquistador with his mouth open, unable to talk. “Or is it, Clark?” Conquistador mocks.

“NOOOO!” Wonder Woman screams as she reaches for her lasso. The Captain quickly clamps a chloroform soaked rag over Wonder Woman’s face. Quickly overcome by the powerful chloroform Wonder Woman drops her lasso as she weakly watches Conquistador lift Superman on his forearm sword in the air.

The Captain enjoys Wonder Woman’s limp body as she watched helplessly in and out of consciousness. He drops her on the floor and wraps her lasso around her. “You will obey, do you understand?” he asks. “yes.” She replies.

Conquistador holds the defeated and dying Superman high over his head on his cybernetic arm. “When you lay in bed with cobras, eventually you get bitten!” He says as The Man of Steel takes his final shallow breath before dying. Conquistador lowers his arm as Superman’s body slides off the blade onto the floor. He glares over at the stunned Superwoman. “Delta City is no place for heroes. Soon you will call me Master, Superwoman.” He says.

“Never! You sick bastard!” she replies.

“Judge Holt, get the sledgehammer and blocks.” Conquistador orders.

“You can break my body, but you’ll never break me. You psychopath! I’ll never call you master!” she says as Judge Holt walks over with the sledgehammer.

“Who says I’m going to break your bones?” Conquistador asks as he lifts up Joyce’s ankle and places it on the block.

Josephines eyes filled with surprise as she protests. “No! Don’t hurt her!” she begs.

“All you have to do is call me Master and I won’t crush her ankles.” Conquistador says.

“No Josephine! Don’t let this coward break you! Never call him Master!“ Joyce yells before receiving a kick to the ribs.

Conquistador stuffs a rag in Joyces mouth to silence her. “Call me Master and she will be spared.” He says looking at the desperate Josephine. She says nothing.
“Break her ankle.” He orders as the sledgehammer crashes down on Joyces helpless foot. Screaming through her gag Joyce looks at Josephine hoping she won’t be broken.
“No! Please! Okay you win. You’re my master! Okay? Don’t hurt her anymore!” Josephine says. Conquistador walks over to the helpless Josephine and grabs her face. “Say it again…” He orders. “You’re my master.” she says again. Conquistador looks at her unsatisfied. “You are not broken! Break her other ankle!” He orders as the sledgehammer comes down on Joyces other ankle smashing it.

“No! You promised!” Josephine cries out. Conquistador looks in her face again. “I’m a criminal you stupid bitch. You actually trust me?” He says.
Josephine screams with frustration and rage. “You’re a coward! If I had my powers I’d make you pay!“ She screams. Conquistador glares at her.” Ah, yes. You want a chance to battle me with your powers? Well then, all you have to do is get past me and take your powers back from that table….CUT HER LOOSE!” Conquistador orders.

“Sir, are you sure? If she gets past you and gets to that table we’re all screwed.” Buckshot asks. “She is a pathetic weak girl who we have beaten severely. She can’t get past me. Now cut the bitch loose.” Conquistador says. Buckshot cuts the ropes and Josephine is finally free. She takes a few steps towards Conquistador in her nylon feet. Little traction with her silky feet on metal she decides the best way to get to her artifacts is to go straight at Conquistador.
“Come on, PatheticWoman! Get past me, get your power back!” He taunts. Josephine runs right at him as he goes to grab her she slides under his legs feet first. Quickly getting to her sexy feet she runs her nylon coated legs to the table and grabs her artifacts!
“NO! She’s got them back! Buckshot yells. “Dammit! We’re fucking done for!” The Captain yells. “This was a mistake!” Judge Holt yells. “I have doomed us all!” Conquistador yells.
Josephine grabs the artifacts and quickly puts them on. Feeling a rush of confidence she turns around in a proud power stance. “You criminals are all coming with me!” Superwoman says aloud as she walks towards the three men with a confident strut. Her nylon arches stepping on the metal floor. They all back up terrified of the powerful Superheroine. Superwoman feels more confident as their reaction shows how cowardly she knows they all are. She can feel the tide has turned just as she knew it would. Her first defeat would be a great victory. Finally her mother will be avenged!

“Superwoman please! We were fools! We surrender!” Conquistador says cowering. “Pathetic criminal. Did you really think you would be able to defeat me?” She says confidently as she grabs Conquistadors shirt and tries to lift him in the air. To her surprise she was only pushing his shirt up. Conquistador starts laughing and the rest of them follow. Panic sets in as Conquistador backhands Superwoman to the floor.

“Replicas! You stupid bitch! You’re just as stupid as your Whore mother!“ Conquistador shouts. Her heart sank as she realizes Conquistador played her for a fool. The Great Superwoman fooled by the Crime Lord.

Superwoman holds her face looking up at the dominating man. He grabs her neck with his cybernetic arm and lifts her in the air. Superwoman choking as her nylon glazed legs kicked uselessly in the air.
“You deserve to die just as painfully as your mother did!” He says as he spins around and throws the powerless Superwoman against the metal wall. She hits the wall with a scream then lands in a silent heap on the floor. Slowly stirring she tries to get up then sadly falls back down. Her body bruised as the slamming made her briefs and pantyhose ride up into her perfect ass. Conquistador walks over to the table and places the real artifacts on it. “So pathetic, so stupid!” He says.

Conquistador walks over to the slowly recovering Superwoman and grabs a handful of her dark hair roughly pulling her face up. “I AM your master, bitch! Now it’s time to fuck your virgin pussy!” he threatens.
Conquistador drags her into the small office room off the cargo area where there is a metal table with manacles on the corners. He harshly manacles Superwomans wrists to the metal table as her legs dangle off the edge. Conquistador smiles at the sexy pantyhosed woman. Her body and nylons dirty from being on the floor. He puts his hand on her womanhood through her spandex and hose. He can feel the light cotton crotch under the red briefs. “Your first cock will be your last, Superwoman!” He says while running his hand down her nylons.

Loving the feel of her limp dangling leg. He holds her foot with his cyber hand and slowly begins to crush it. He laughs as she moans in pain. The great Superwoman, helpless and controlled by her weak pantyhosed foot. He loves how she tries to spread her perfect toes while he crushes her arch. “You are nothing, Superwoman. Your legendary legs are my playthings!” He gloats.
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Rebecca hiding on the bow of the ship whispered into her earpiece. “Tso, cover me. No fatal shots.” she says as she positions herself stealthily behind the single bow guard. “Roger” Tso replies watching the ship through his sniper scope. He watches as Rebecca expertly handgags the guard from behind then knock him out with a swift pistol whipping. She leaves him on the floor zip tied. “8 left” She says.

She quietly maneuvers herself near the cargo door being guarded by 4 armed men. Down the starboard side she sees the single guard down the ramp. “Tso, take out the ramp guard.” she orders. The guard falls to the ground at the bottom of the ramp holding his knee and yelling. The four guards run down the ramp to aid him. Rebecca takes out the last guard at the ramp then ducks behind the wall. “6 left.” she says.
The guards at the ramp see their friend taken out then the guards go on high alert chattering on their radios and spreading out.
“They know you’re there Rebecca.” Tso says.
“Make it rain, Tso” Rebecca says as she steps out in view of the guards with her hands up.
“Don’t move, bitch!” One guard yells with their weapons trained on Rebecca. Suddenly three shots ring out hobbling their legs. Rebecca jumps into action sending a flurry of kicks knocking them all out.
“You have three more moving towards you from the aft section. Two port, one starboard.” Tso says. Rebecca climbs up the service ladder planning on jumping the starboard guard when she’s noticed by a port guard walking down. “Over there!” The guard yells as he opens fire. Rebecca returns fire then runs down and jumps off the deck to the deck below. Now trapped with a guard on her starboard she tells Tso… “Take out starboard!” He does. “Rebecca, I can’t see the last two guards. Be careful.” Tso says.
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Inside the cargo hold The Captain is enjoying Wonder Woman’s warm mouth as she is ordered to go down on him. Her boots removed he enjoys watching her nyloned feet. He is distracted by the radio chatter and is forced to radio his guards. “What’s going on up there?“ He asks.

“There’s a woman kicking our asses. She has a fucking sniper in the crane! I have a shot on her. Stand by…” The guard replies as he comes up behind Rebecca who is fighting off the other guard. He raises his weapon. “Lights out bitch!” He says as he shoots at her back. Rebecca spins around with the guard she’s fighting and uses him as a shield. He takes the bullets while Rebecca shoots the remaining guard behind her meat shield. Then silence.

The Captain radios back. “Well? Who was she?“ There’s static then the channel opens up.” I’m coming for you, fucker!“ Rebecca says over the radio.

The Captain drops his radio in shock and runs in to the private office that Conquistador is holding Superwoman in. “It’s Rebecca Hunt! She just took out the guards!“ He says angrily. Conquistador looks at The Captain. “Handle it.” he says. The Captain grabs a grenade launcher on his way to the top deck.

Rebecca is on the opposite side of the cargo door. “You’re all clear, Rebecca… wait, cargo doors open. It’s The Captain, I have a shot… oh shit…” Tso says. “Tso, what’s wrong?” she asks. Then she sees the grenade tail streaking towards the crane. The crane explodes destroying the top where Tso was. “NO!” she screams as she runs starboard. She sees The Captain and aims her gun at him shooting. The Captain swings the metal cargo door open, blocking himself from her fire and runs. Rebecca gives chase as she turns the corner. She’s lost him.

“Who was the sniper Rebecca? Your friends have a habit of dying around you!” The Captain’s voice projects. “Keep talking, fucker.” she whispers to herself as she tracks his voice. “You couldn’t keep Tyrone alive!“ He yells out. “Superwoman’s already dead, Rebecca! You’re too late! Another friend you got killed!” He taunts. Rebecca follows his voice to a small cubby hallway between two stacks. She turns the corner and takes aim. She’s surprised to see his voice projecting through a handheld radio.

The Captain runs up behind Rebecca slamming her head into the metal wall. She drops her weapon stunned as a cut on her head starts to bleed. She’s violently thrown against the other wall. The Captain lands two shots to her face then a kick to her ribs. Stunned, Rebecca slumps her back against the wall. The Captain smiles. “That’s why I’m The Captain, Rebecca!” he gloats as he watches Rebecca try to stand upright. He punches Rebecca again with a right to the jaw sending her down. She again tries to get up. The Captain stomps his boot on Rebecca’s injured shoulder as she screams out in terrible pain. She tries desperately to push his foot off as he only presses harder. The Captain pulls out his gun and points it at Rebecca’s head. “This time the bullets go right through your fucking brain, bitch.” He says.

“She doesn’t like men on top of her, asshole!” Dan says standing 30 feet away from The Captain holding a gun.
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Conquistador releases Josephine’s sexy nylon clad foot and starts to move his hands to her womanhood. He smiles as he slides the thin red fabric to the side to expose her flawless pussy protected under the silky smooth pantyhose. “No, please.” she begs. Conquistador claws at her nylons and rips the cotton crotch open exposing the perfectly formed and waxed pussy of Josephine. Conquistador is amazed at his prize. “This is a perfect pussy, incompetent intern. The best I’ve ever seen. Your mother’s is now the second best.” he says as he starts to rub his hard cock. “Once my cock enters your virgin pussy our fates will be forever intertwined. I will be the supervillian who makes history by fucking you!” He brags.

“No! This can’t be happening!” She thinks to herself as Conquistador starts to lick Josephine’s pristine pussy of perfection. She starts to get wet as Conquistador works his skilled tongue. “No! My body… it’s betraying me!” she thinks to herself. “Yes, Superwhore, get nice and wet for my cock to dominate your helpless pussy.”
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Rebecca looks up from her back to see Dan holding the Captain at bay. She sees right away that Dan never put the clip back in the gun. The Captain realized it too. “Another dead friend on your conscience before you die Rebecca!” The Captain says raising his gun at Dan. Dan pulls the trigger as nothing happens. “Moron!” The Captain yells out.

Rebecca kicks her leg up to land on the Captain’s lower back as he pulls the trigger. The Captain and Dan both fall to the ground. Rebecca gets up and kicks The Captain in the face and picks up his gun. “You piece of shit!” she yells. “I would’ve taken a bullet for you! You betrayed me, you betrayed Delta City!” she screams. The Captain looks up at her. “Then shoot me Rebecca! Put one in my fucking head! You don’t have the guts!” The Captain challenges. Rebecca stands over him steady with an angry fire in her eyes. She screams in a rage and empties her gun next to his head into the floor. The Captain looks at her shocked. “You’re going to jail, dick head. You don’t get off that easy.” She says then whipping The Captain across the face knocking him out and zip tying him.

“Owwww!” Dan says from his back. Rebecca runs over to him. “My leg, it’s bleeding!” He says. She looks him over quickly. “It’s a flesh wound, man up.” she says as she gets up and turns around. “Okay, don’t thank me… it’s cool.” he says.

Rebecca hears the voice of Buckshot over the radio. “Captain, you finish off Hunt?” He asks. “You’re next asshole. ” she says.
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Buckshot runs into the private office and interrupts Conquistador just as he is about to penetrate Superwoman’s perfectly folded pussy. “Boss, she took out The Captain!” he yells. Conquistador becomes enraged as his moment of final victory over Superwoman’s helpless pussy is ruined.

“That fucking cunt! I will end her miserable life for good!” He bellows as he puts his cock away. He glares at the helpless Superwoman. “I may not have penetrated you, but your legend ends now!” He says to her while sending his cyber fist hammering down on her stomach. Superwoman screams in agony as the bare skin of her abs meets the powerful metal fist. “Buckshot, I want you to kill Superwoman! This is getting out of hand! Time to end this!” He orders as he walks out of the office. He then orders Judge Holt, who is in the middle of cumming on Wonder Woman’s feet, to kill Joyce then Wonder Woman and Batman. Conquistador starts to make his way to the upper deck.

Josephine is losing hope as she realizes that her life is about to end. Then she hears the voice of Joyce in her mind. “Josephine, you must concentrate.” Joyce says. Josephine closes her eyes as Buckshot stands over her with his shotgun. “That’s right bitch, pray for your cunt life. Ha ha ha.” He laughs. “Auntie? How are you talking to me?” Josephine asks. “They can temporarily break your connection to the artifacts, but they can never break our family connection to the gems. I can feel the gems just as you can. Concentrate on the belt, I will help you call it.” Joyce says.
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Rebecca makes her way towards the cargo door when suddenly the metal door flies open off its sturdy hinges and out into the water. She sees the metal arm of Conquistador first as he walks out to see Detective Hunt. Rebecca aims her weapon at Conquistador. “Freeze cocksucker!” she orders as Conquistador looks at her menacingly still coming. “Have it your way!” Rebecca yells as she opens fire on Conquistador. To her surprise he raises his arm and the bullets bounce off. She pulls her second gun and starts firing simultaneously as the cyber arm quickly intercepts the bullets unnaturally. “What the fuck?“ she says as Conquistador laughs.” I’m going to fucking kill you once and for all.” he says as he activates a magnetic beam and pulls Detective Hunt’s weapons from her hand. He holds her guns then tosses them in the water. Rebecca runs at Conquistador with a collapsible metal night stick. Conquistador laughs and swats Rebecca away with his cyber arm. She crashes against the wall in a heap. She regains her senses to see Conquistador standing over her. “Time to die, Detective Hunt!” He says as he extends his forearm blade. “I’m going to cut your fucking head off!” He yells. “Rebecca No!” Dan yells as he lays helplessly watching from the ground. Rebecca looks at Dan with a defeated look in her eyes. “I’m sorry, I failed.” she says…
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Buckshot stands over the unmasked and bound Josephine and fires his shotgun at her perfect face. Blast after blast as he laughs. He looks down to see her head perfectly fine as the shotgun pellets are around her head. He looks down to see her belt has flown through the wall and attached to her waist. “What the…?” He says as Superwoman breaks her manacles and sends her arms crashing into Buckshot sending him flying back against the wall knocking him out. Josephine hears gunshots coming from the cargo room. “Auntie, No!” she says running in to see Joyce with the choker around her neck flying around the room. Judge Holt is taking shots and missing. “You flying cunt! I’ll kill you!” He says as Joyce hurls a crate at him crashing it against his body. Judge Holt falls down unconscious. Joyce lands, her ankles instantly healed from the artifacts. Josephine hugs her aunt tight. “I’m so sorry, I was tricked and almost got us killed.” she says. “There’s time for this later darling. Rebecca is standing alone with Conquistador and his cyber arm.” She says. “She’s not alone.” Josephine says as the choker flies onto her neck. In a quick motion she turns towards the door as a red flash reveals the perfectly costumed Superwoman!
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Rebecca closes her eyes as the terrifying blade swings towards her neck to sever her head. Suddenly the french manicured hand of Superwoman stops the blade. Rebecca opens her eyes to see Superwoman standing there over her. She sends her powerful fist into the blade and shatters it. Superwoman sends her sexy red boot into Conquistador blasting him back against the cargo wall.

“Superbitch! You should be dead!” He yells. “Detective Hunt and I don’t die easily, Conquistador. Time for prison.” she says with authority. Conquistador laughs. “My arm has been designed to overpower even you! I will still win!” He boasts as he watches Superwoman come at him with her fist cocked back. She sends her arm flying at him as his cyber hand catches her fist and stops it! Superwoman’s dark shadowed eyes open wide in shock as her power is finally matched! Conquistador presses down and Superwoman falls to one knee holding her wrist as he overpowers the sexy vision in red. “This is impossible! What is this technology?” she yells as a number of lights on his arm begin blinking like a modem furiously transmitting data.

“This is the future, Supercunt! Cyber limbs more powerful than you!” he brags as he forces her down to both knees. Rebecca looks in shock as she’s helpless to assist her friend. Amazed that Conquistador is able to overpower her with one arm. “Not more powerful… not yet…” Superwoman says as she pushes back. The arm begins to spark as its servos and motors can’t keep up with Superwoman’s vast reserves of power. She gets back on her feet then sends her free arm crashing into the metal elbow joint. The arm cracks and breaks as she digs her hand into the elbow joint and tears the arm in half. Sparks flying out of the arm as the other half lays on the deck. “NO! They said it was stronger than you! They said you couldn’t break this metal!” He screams.

“Who’s They? Because they were wrong!” Superwoman says defiantly. Suddenly the arm on the deck begins to count down… 

[self destruct mode in 5 seconds…] 

Superwoman, Rebecca and Conquistador look at the arm counting down. Superwoman picks the severed arm up and throws it high into the sky. The arm explodes in a bright flash. Then the remainder of the arm on Conquistador begins to count down… 

[self destruct mode in 5 seconds…] 

Conquistador looks at Superwoman laughing. “I won’t go to prison and I’ll take this whole ship with me! We all lose!” he screams. “No, just you!”  Superwoman says as she picks up Conquistador and throws him high into the night sky. Conquistador explodes over the Delta City harbor.

Rebecca stands up and walks towards Superwoman. “You’re alive! Thank God! I thought I got you killed!” She said. “None of this is your fault Rebecca, we’ve just busted the biggest crime ring in Delta City.” Superwoman replies. The Captain zip tied to the railing laughs. “You stupid bitches! I know who you really are Superwoman! You think me, Buckshot and Judge Holt will keep that to ourselves? Not to mention you have no fucking evidence! Plus Conquistador is dead! We’re gonna walk!” He taunts.

Then Joyce, Wonder Woman and Batman emerge from the cargo hold. Wonder Woman is carrying Superman’s body wrapped in a blanket. “Buckshot and Judge Holt are in there tied up.” Batman says. Superwoman stands up to Wonder Woman. “You have a lot to answer for Wonder Woman.” She says. “Yes, sister, I do. I’ll be returning to my home where the Amazons will punish me for my misgivings.” Wonder Woman says. “Superwoman, she was under the influence of her own lasso for years. Superman has been manipulating her. The punishment she receives from the Amazons will pale in comparison to whatever our legal system could dish out.” Batman says.

“Fuck all you asshole heroes and fuck you too Rebecca Cunt! We know who Superwoman really is! If you want that kept secret you better let us all go!” The Captain yells out. Wonder Woman walks over to him with her lasso in hand. “Actually, Judge Holt and Buckshot have no memory of Superwoman’s power source or identity and neither will you shortly.” She says as she wipes The Captain’s mind of everything related to Superwoman’s identity and power. Wonder Woman then walks over to Superwoman and hands her the Golden lasso of truth. “I won’t be needing this anymore, but it could prove useful for you.” She says. Superwoman thanks Wonder Woman.

Batman looks at Superwoman. “I know you didn’t want my help so I stayed away. But when you shared your memories with me I noticed The Captain and Judge Holt played a part in killing your mother. I’ve had them bugged. You might find this useful in court.” Batman says as he pulls out a thumb drive containing the past few days of their conversations including Rebecca Hunt’s murder attempt and every confession they bragged about. Superwoman takes the evidence. “Thank you, this is going to be a big help. What are you going to do now?” She asks.

“My debt to your mother is paid now. Me and Wonder Woman have to take Superman’s body to his mother in Kansas. It’s not going to be easy explaining what he had become.” Batman said. “Good luck and you’re welcome to Delta City anytime.” Superwoman says.

Rebecca runs over to Joyce. “Joyce! are you okay? Why are you here?” She asks. Superwoman walks over and takes Rebecca by the hand around the corner out of view of everyone. “I have something to show you.” She says as she removes her red mask before Rebecca. “Josephine!? You’re Superwoman?” She says smiling and hugging her best friend. “I trust you Rebecca, with my life and my secrets.” She says to her informal partner in justice.

Off in the distance police sirens grow closer as Josephine puts her mask back on. “It’s going to be a shit show here soon and I need to preserve the evidence for the Crime Scene Investigators.” Rebecca says. “I understand, I’ll stay here and help.” Superwoman replies as they walk back to the group. Dan walks up to the group. “Hey! Good job guys! We really stuck it to crime tonight huh?” He says getting little reaction and feeling stupid. “Yeah I know, Shut up, Dan. Maybe I’ll go off to that corner over there and go fuck myself because that’s basically what you want to tell me. I don’t even know why I bother sticking my neck out for someone who doesn’t give a shit!” He says as Rebecca grabs a handful of his shirt. “HEY!” She says angrily jerking him towards her. Dan’s fearful look turns to unexpected ecstasy as she says “Shut up, Dan” and pulls his lips to hers. “Don’t give up on me now.” She says as he smiles big. “okay…” Dan whimpers softly. He taps Batman on the arm…”On our first date I had her in bed within 30 minutes.” He says to The Dark Knight trying to get a fist bump. Batman stares at Dan and shoots his grappling gun into the sky attaching it to arriving Batwing and flies off as Wonder Woman follows. “He’s laughing on the inside.” Dan says.

Joyce yells over to the group. “There’s someone in the water!” Rebecca looks over to see Tso clinging to a piece of floating debris. “It’s Tso! He made it!” She screams happily. Superwoman flies down and pulls the Asian Marine sniper out of the water. “Tso! Thank God you’re alive! I thought you were toast!” She says hugging him. Dan runs over. “TSO! Oh man! Thank God! Your Dad won’t fire me now!” He says. “I jumped out just before the rpg hit. Landed in the water. I thought I was dead.” He says. “Tso, I’m pulling strings to get you on the The Force!” Rebecca promises.

Months later…..

The Captain, Judge Holt and Buckshot were sent to prison for consecutive life terms. Conquistdor’s assets were seized by the city and much of it is being used to rebuild Delta City’s crumbling infrastructure and social programs. Once the pressure was put on The Captain and Buckshot gave up all the dirty cops on the force and Judge Holt turned over on everyone. The criminal power structure was shattered and the department’s image was vastly improved. Detective Hunt investigated each alleged dirty cop personally. Superwoman continues her patrols and heroic deeds. Delta City is once again the safest city in America thanks to Superwoman and Detective Hunt.

Josephine and Rebecca are walking through the park next to the newly refurbished Superwoman statue. “Maybe they’ll put a new statue of your updated costume next to your mom’s.” Rebecca says. Josephine laughs. “I haven’t earned that. She was the real Superwoman.” she says. “At least I get to call you Associate Assistant District Attorney now, congratulations!” Rebecca says to Josephine about her new job. “Thanks!” She replies with a smile.

Josephine notices the old blind man who used to guard the statue on Friday nights is now employed by the Parks Department to tell his stories of Superwoman from days long past. “You’re doing a great job, sir.” Josephine says as she tips him some bills. The old blind man smiles wide recognizing her voice. “So are you angel… So are you!” He says.

Rebecca hears an alert call from her radio. “All units be advised robbery in progress at Delta City World Bank.” A responding rookie officer calls in “Officer Chang en route.” Rebecca runs off to her unmarked cruiser. “Just a few blocks away.” She says. “See you there.” Josephine says ducking behind a thick tree line. Suddenly Superwoman is streaking through the sky towards the bank with Detective Hunt’s cruiser below her and responding units closing in. What kind of criminal would be foolish enough to challenge this kind of protection?

THE END

Detective Hunt’s car is parked in front of the quiet suburban home of Josephine and Joyce Cirmia. She enjoyed visiting her new friends and they always had a good time together. Joyce always insisted on giving Rebecca a home cooked meal and she always said “If you keep neglecting your own needs you won’t be able to help anyone, Rebecca.” After a night spent with good friends Joyce heads up to the bedroom and leaves the two younger ladies to “gossip” as she put it. Rebecca had something far more important than “gossip” to share with Josephine that night however. It was a covert mission that would require the assistance of Josehine’s friend, Superwoman.

“The Captain wants me to meet him in an abandoned factory just outside the city with Superwoman.” She explains.

“What? Why in the world does he need that to happen?” Josephine asked.

“He has some kind of plan, totally off the grid. He doesn’t trust anyone in the department. It’s about taking down Conquistador.” Rebecca replies.

“When is this meeting taking place?” Josephine asks.

“Tomorrow night. Do you think you could ask Superwoman to meet me at my apartment? I could drive to the factory and she can fly over and make sure I’m not being tailed.” She says.

“Sure, but it seems hella weird. Do you trust him?” Josephine asks.

“It’s weird, yes. But The Captain wouldn’t steer me wrong. I’d trust him with my life. He’s been like a father to me.” she says.

“Okay, I’ll tell Superwoman. If you trust The Captain then so does Superwoman. Josephine says.

The next night Rebecca is in her apartment getting ready for her secret renezvous with The Captain. A tapping on the window alerts her to the fact that Superwoman had arrived. She opens the window and let’s the beautiful woman in red in.

“Thanks for coming, Superwoman.”  Rebecca says.

“It’s not a problem at all. Josephine tells me this has something to do with taking down Conquistador?” Superwoman asks.

“I hope so.” Rebecca replies.

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Superwoman followed Detective Hunt and watched for tails from the sky until they arrived at the factory. The abandoned factory was a large building that was once a thriving auto manufacturing plant. Large broken windows surrounded the top as years of neglect have shown the ravages of time. The building is an orange rust color with vines growing around it and through openings. Only one other car was parked outside, presumably The Captain’s. Superwoman watched Rebecca get out of her car and walked over to the main door. Superwoman flew a few loops around the area to make sure there were no snipers or traps being set for Rebecca and her. Rebecca opened to door and walked in to see The Captain standing near the closed door of the old main floor supervisors office.

“Rebecca, over here.” He said calling her over. Rebecca walks over slowly as she keeps one hand on her hip near her gun. Finally reaching The Captain he asks.

“Where’s Superwoman? I thought she was coming?”

“I’m right here.” Superwoman says from above as she had silently flown in through a broken window. Floating down from the sky she lands gently next to Detective Hunt.

“Wow, it’s really you. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He says. Superwoman nods, still weary of the strange rendezvous.

“There’s nobody on the roof or in the area, it’s just us.” Superwoman said to Rebecca.

“Captain, I have a bad feeling. Why are we here?” Rebecca asks.

“Okay ladies, behind that door, sitting in that old office is our ticket to Conquistador’s downfall. When you see what’s in there I need you both to stay calm and not overreact. Please, have an open mind about what I’m about to show you.” The Captain cautions. The two sexy ladies of justice agree.

The Captain opens the door and walks in, motioning for the two of them to enter. Detective Hunt and Superwoman see the infamous Buckshot sitting in an old office chair. Conquistador’s right hand man. He was a tall muscular man with long dirty blond hair and a long beard. His look had changed over the past 20 years. He looked more like a biker now and he had tattoos all over his arms. Rebecca instantly drew her weapon pointing it at Buckshot.

“Don’t move asshole!” She yells while Superwoman leaps over to him and throws him on the dirty floor. Keeping her red boot on Buckshot’s chest pinning him down and keeping him out of reach of her artifacts. Buckshot lays there with is arms up not resisting.

“Jesus Christ, Captain! You said they wouldn’t overreact!” Buckshot says.

“Rebecca! Put the gun away!” The Captain orders. “Superwoman, please let him up. He’s not what you both think he is. Please keep an open mind.” He pleads.

“What the hell is this, Captain?” Rebecca asks still with gun in hand.

“He’s an undercover cop! Rebecca, read this file!” The Captain says handing her the classified file on Buckshot. She reads it quickly.

“This undercover cop shot Superwomans face off!” Rebecca replies.

“And it was the worst fucking day of my life!” Buckshot yells out.

“I didn’t want to shoot her. She was Superwoman, our heroine. She was amazing. I thought backup was coming. I thought any second SWAT would come through the door and stop us. But when Conquistador shot her in the face I knew I was alone. She wasn’t dead. She looked at me. I asked for forgiveness before I shot her…”

“You still fucking did it you piece of shit!” Rebecca interrupts.

“I did it to protect her identity! I convinced Conquistador not to unmask her! Then I made it so she couldn’t get identified! I even burned her fingerprints off! I did it to protect her loved ones, her family, whoever they may be! I never raped her. I didn’t touch her.”

“You lying sack of shit!” Rebecca yells with her gun still trained on Buckshot.

“No, he isn’t lying. I saw it all. He never raped her. I saw what he said before he shot her. Before he shot my mother.” Superwoman said.

The Captain, Rebecca and Buckshot were silent at the revelation that the current Superwoman is the daughter of the previous one.

“You saw it? Do you know who the other two men were besides Conquistador and Buckshot?” The Captain asks Superwoman.

“It’s hard to tell. Buckshot held the powergems and Conquistador was the leader. They were the ones in charge. They were the ones I remember.” Superwoman said.

“The other two guys were hired thugs. Conquistador had them killed soon after.” Buckshot says.

“Are you saying this guy’s legit, Superwoman?” Rebecca asks.

“I’m saying he isn’t lying. He did ask for forgiveness and he never raped my mother.” Superwoman confirms.

“Powergems?” Rebecca asks.

“The belt and choker. They’re the source of her powers. Justice League told Conquistador about them. How if they’re removed she becomes an ordinary woman.” Buckshot says.

“Rebecca, Superwoman, you both have to understand how valuable Buckshot is. The information he has can help us find a way to take down Conquistador and nobody wants it more than him.” The Captain says.

Superwoman lets Buckshot stand up as Detective Hunt holsters her weapon.

Buckshot begins to choke up. “Please, call me Frank. I hate that name “Buckshot”. It’s not me. I’ve been in deep cover for well over 25 years. I spent my entire law enforcement career pretending to be a criminal. All to take down the one Crime Lord who has a stranglehold on my city. I lost my wife, I don’t know what my daughter looks like. This is all i have now. If we don’t take down Conquistador, my life will have been worthless.”

The Captain puts his hand on Frank’s shoulder. “We started our careers together. We both worked Vice and Frank stayed in. Delta City Deep Cover Unit was put on life support funding a number of years ago. He’s the last one left in. With all the leaks in the department I thought it best that only I know about Frank. You have to understand Rebecca, how important an asset Frank is to us. That’s why we’re here in an abandoned factory away from the city. That’s why this is so secret. Rebecca, you’re the only cop I can trust. I need you and Superwoman to at least listen to Frank’s plan.”

“Okay, but I don’t understand why Frank’s testimony with a wire tap wouldn’t be enough to take down Conquistador?” Rebecca asks.

“Because he’s the guy with the shotgun that killed Superwoman, everyone knows that. No matter what he says, who he really is, a jury will only see the monster trying to save himself.” The Captain explains.

Superwoman and Rebecca look at each other and agree silently with a subtle nod. “Okay, let’s hear his plan.” Superwoman says.

“Okay, Conquistador has been getting very cocky lately. He’s been bragging more openly about his murder of Superwoman. It was once a taboo subject to even mention, but now he gladly shows his sick trophy case to anyone who’ll want to see it. That’s why Tyrone knew about it. Now that he’s won that case against him he’s getting insanely cocky. He’ll monologue for an hour describing in full detail the things he did to Superwoman. The sadistic bastard even has women dress up like Superwoman just so he can humiliate them. Now that you’re back, Superwoman, he’s getting erratic and sloppy. Right after you confronted him in public he’s been obsessed.  All he talks about is taking you down. Getting your belt and choker and humiliating you. I know for a fact that if you were standing before him, depowered, he would brag to you about how he killed you 19 years ago.” Frank explains.

“So you want me to stand before him without my powers so he can admit to killing my mother?” Superwoman asks.

“Yes, I’ll have a wire. Once he’s recorded admitting to the murder I’ll be right there to arrest him and I’ll toss you your gems back immediately.” Frank says.

“Wait a second! Hold on!” Rebecca interrupts. “You want her to stand in front of that lunatic, helpless? As bait?”

“Yes, she’ll be in minimal danger I swear. You and The Captain will be on sight to rush in when we have the recording.” Frank says.

“No way is she doing that! Conquistador could just shoot her!” Rebecca says.

“He won’t Detective Hunt! He’s too sadistic to kill her that fast. He wants to torture her, give her hope then take it away. Killing her quick wouldn’t be the thrill he’s looking for.” Franks replies.

The Captain interrupts. “If you can think of a better way to get this animal to confess tell us, Rebecca!” The Captain, Detective Hunt and Frank are starting to talk over eachother arguing the pros and cons of the plan when Superwoman stops them all….

“ENOUGH!…stop yelling at each other. This is MY decision. Rebecca, I know you have my safety in mind and I thank you for that, but there’s something you don’t know. Something none of you know. I’m stronger than my mother was. I can control my gems like she was never able to. Watch.” Superwoman says as she removes her belt and choker then tosses them across the office. Detective Hunt again pulls her gun to protect the now powerless Superwoman.

“Superwoman, what are you doing? Put those back on!” Rebecca says.

“I’m powerless right now. Any of you could easily defeat me like an ordinary woman. But I know Rebecca trusts The Captain and he wouldn’t betray that trust. Now watch.” Superwoman says.

Superwoman focuses on her artifacts as the others stand by watching. They watch in awe as the artifacts lift from the ground and levitate towards Superwoman. In moments the artifacts were back on Superwoman and she was fully powered. 

“How did you do that?” Frank says.

“Concentration. I focus and concentrate on them and they will come to me.” Superwoman says.

“If you mother could’ve done that, Superwoman, things would’ve turned out much differently.” Frank says.

“I know and that’s why I’ll accept your mission. I’m not going to really be in any danger. I can save myself.” Superwoman says.

“I won’t let you down, Superwoman. I promise.” Rebecca said.

“None of us will, Superwoman. Thank you.” That Captain replied.

“Okay so here’s the play. Saturday night I’m supposed to make a pickup at the docks on a cargo ship. A few boxes of some new drugs from the lab. Superwoman, you’re going show up on that cargo ship. It’s called “The Fist”. You’re going to meet me in there and I’ll radio in to Conquistador that I’ve captured you. We’ll wait for him to show up. I’ll have your gems in my hand and your hands will be tied behind your back. Once he monologues and admits to the murder I’ll arrest him while Detective Hunt and The Captain rush in as backup. Once he admits to it and we have him recorded you can focus and levitate your gems or I’ll just hand them to you, whatever works.” Franks explains.

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Saturday, late afternoon, Rebecca is going to The Captain’s house to prepare for their mission. She is in her blue skirt suit with white blouse, hose and heels. The Captain had left the office early and asked Rebecca to meet him at his house.

Rebecca drives to his house. She has been focused like a laser beam on the covert mission. She receives a call in her car and the bluetooth connected car pulls up the name “Dan”. Rebecca immediately remembers she had forgotten about plans with Dan later tonight.

“Hello, Dan” she answers on her cars speakerphone.

“Rebecca! Hey! Can’t wait to see you and Josephine tonight. Couple other comics saw her on TV during the trial and they’re definitely gonna hit on her, so fair warning. So I’m performing at Chengs Chinese Palace on Broadway Row. I’ve got 2 seats reserved for you and Josephine at the comedians table…. ” Dan says until Rebecca has to cut him off…

“Dan, I’m really sorry, but I’m working tonight. Jo and I will have to reschedule.” she says.

“Oh. Okay. That’s cool, no worries. You guys are always welcome. I thought maybe I’d get to look like a stud for once with you two at my table tonight, but I’ll just have fun at my sausage fest. Go get them crooks, Detective!”

“Thanks, Dan… Bye.” Rebecca says chuckling at Dan as she pulls up to The Captain’s house…

Martha, The Captain’s wife, is already at their country home so the house is quite empty. The Captain is in his attached garage at his workbench. He’s cleaning his service sidearm. Rebecca walks in and finds the Captain.

“Look at you, Captain! Getting ready for a raid like the good old days.” The Captain smiles at Rebecca’s joke.

“Rebecca, this old war horse has at least one more raid left in him. I’ll be happy to retire knowing that animal is behind bars where he belongs.” He says.

“So will I. Then I can vote for you when you run for Mayor.” she says.

“Rebecca, you’re not going in a skirt and Blazer are you? “ he asks pointing at her clothes.

“No sir, I have everything in my car. Pair of jeans, boots, leg holsters, black tank top.” she replies.

“Okay, well let’s see your service weapon. I want to make sure you’re keeping it clean.” The Captain said.

“You’re always going to treat me like a rookie aren’t you?“ Rebecca jokes as she hands over her gun for inspection.

“Until the day I retire.” The Captain says with a smile. “Now I have 2 bullet proof vests in that chest there. Please get them.” He says pointing at the other end of the garage.

“Captain, I don’t need a ve…” Rebecca said before being interrupted by The Captain.

“Don’t argue with me Rebecca. You’re not bulletproof.” he scolds.

Rebecca chuckled at The Captain’s concern for her as she walked over to the chest and opened it. As she looked inside expecting to find vests she is stunned to see a pair of red boots. Looking further she saw pairs of high heeled shoes, police badges, bits of red spandex and pantyhose. It was clear that the missing Conquistador “trophies” were being stored at The Captain’s house. A shiver went down her spine as she realized The Captain is dirty. She reached for her gun to find an empty holster…

“Hands above your head, turn around slowly, Rebecca. Any sudden moves and I shoot your pretty tits off. ” He threatens.

She turns around to see The Captain pointing her own weapon at her.”How long, Captain? How long have you been dirty?” she demands.

“Since you were in diapers. I brought Conquistador here in the 90’s. Got him set up. He brought the drugs in and I made sure they got in.” he said proudly.

“You piece of shit! When this is over I’m taking you down.” she threatens. Then she hears a car pull into the driveway and two people get out.

“When this is over you’re going to be dead. Poor Detective Hunt checking on my empty house as a favor. Stumbles into a robbery and gets shot with her own gun.” The Captain says.

“You won’t get away with this you fucking scumbag!“ She yells as Conquistador and Judge Holt walk into the garage.

Conquistador and Judge Holt see the legendary Detective Hunt unarmed with her hands above her head being held at bay by The Captain. “Ah, Detective Hunt, last time I saw you I had just made you relive your rape in front of the world.” Conquistador mocked.

“Go fuck yourself, asshole.” she says with an angry fire.

“Ah, Detective, always such a lady. But it will be YOU who is going to get fucked tonight. Raped and humiliated just like we did to Superwoman 19 years ago.” Conquistador says as he watches the confused look on Rebecca’s face. “Of course, you haven’t figured it out yet. The other two “nameless thugs” were The Captain and Judge Holt! We have control of the police with your Captain. Control of the court with a judge. I control the underworld and we all got rich!” Conquistador says proudly as Detective Hunt listens sickened.

“When Superwoman told us she had her mother’s memories I thought she was going to remember my face. Too bad your bimbo friend was too busy showing us her new abilities to notice.” The Captain says as Rebecca grows visibly more angry. Judge Holt smiles sadistically at Rebecca.

“That’s right Detective CUNT! YOU handed Superwoman to us on a silver platter! YOU’RE the one she trusted. Thanks to YOU tonight she’s going to die and tomorrow morning the city will find her beaten and naked body on the steps of city hall! Delta City will never recover from a second murdered Superwoman. They’ll NEVER dare to have hope again!” Judge Holt said while looking Rebecca up and down lustfully.

“Now Rebecca, before we fuck and murder you, Judge Holt has always had a thing for you. Get on your knees and blow Judge Holt you pathetic little cunt.” The Captain says while pointing her gun. Judge Holt pulls out his cock and walks towards Rebecca.
“Suck my cock good and we promise to kill your bimbo friend quick.” Holt says. Rebecca slowly and shamefully goes to her knees as Holt puts his already hard cock near her mouth. He could feel the heat coming from her breath on the tip of his cock.

“Please, just don’t make Superwoman suffer…” Detective Hunt says while opening her mouth. Holt begins to smile as he will finally have the legendary Detective Rebecca Hunt put in her rightful place. Suddenly Holt screams out in pain as Rebecca sends her fist into his unprotected balls. She pushes him down then stands up to lunge at The Captain. The Captain fires the gun putting a bullet through her shoulder. Rebecca falls back against the wall in pain.

“Fuck you pigs! Small dickless fucks! You couldn’t…. (BLAM BLAM) *UHHHHH*” Rebecca screams until The Captain puts two bullets in her chest. She falls to the ground on her belly gasping for air, unable to talk and suffering. The Captain walks over to her, looking down.

“Collapsed lung, Detective. You’re going to die from that. You don’t have much longer.” The Captain says as he kneels down and unbuckles his pants. He pulls out his cock and begins stroking it with his right hand while holding a handful of Rebeccas blonde hair with his left and lifting her head to make her watch. Gasping for air and turning blue Rebecca is helpless.

“Ah, Detective Hunt is finally unable to speak her vulgar words!“ Conquistador says as he walks over to her left leg and removes her high heel. Slowly taking off the shoe he enjoys the limp and lifeless feel of her hosed foot. Now hard he pulls down his pants and begins to rub his cock on her silky foot.

Judge Holt kneels down by her right foot and removed her other heel. Already unbuckled and recovered from his strike to the balls he furiously begins to stroke his cock on her soft and silky smooth hose. “Fucking bitch, this is what you deserve!” He says, still angry from his humiliating testicular attack.

Rebecca can feel her heart slowing as she begins to feel life slipping away for the first time. The Captain’s hard cock in her face she realizes she isn’t going to win.

“You’ve failed Rebecca. You’re going to die and so will Superwoman. And you know what? It all YOUR fault. Detective Failure Hunt!” The Captain says as his seed shoots onto Rebecca’s face. He watches as she gasps for air while his vile seed runs down her perfect face and into her gasping lips. Then she feels the warm seed of Conquistador and Judge Holt covering her feet and legs. She feels life slipping away as the last thing she hears is the three of them laughing at her. Her blue eyes close for the last time.

“She’s finally dead!” The Captain says dropping her face on the floor and feeling her neck for a pulse.

“Excellent! Now we finish off the unsuspecting Superwoman!” Conquistador says as he collects Detective Hunt’s shoes and badge for his sick trophy case. Throwing them into the chest he picks it up and takes it to the car. The Captain drops her gun next to her along with a spare set of house keys. “So much for The Great Detective Rebecca Hunt! HA! HA! HA!” The Captain says as he picks her limp head up again just to spit on it. Dropping it back down he wipes his cock off in her blond hair.

Judge Holt picks up the gun and puts two more bullets in the dead woman’s back. Causing her body to jerk on the floor. “That’s for punching me in the balls you cunt!” he says as the three men laugh and proceed to the docks to wait for Superwoman to show up.

TO BE CONTINUED

Detective Hunt was livid with the leaks in the police department. Conquistador knew they were coming and had time to hide his trophies. Almost as if he knew exactly what they were looking for. Rebecca asked The Captain to order an investigation into every member of the department’s finances to find any large deposits to clue her off to who was receiving payoffs from Conquistador. As a result of the investigation 4 detectives were suspended and Rebecca hand selected the officers who were responsible for guarding Tyrone around the clock. Despite the 4 detectives being suspended, Rebecca realized that they were most likely the only cops stupid enough to put their payoffs into their own account and not a dummy account. Corruption in the police department was rampant and Rebecca trusted nobody besides The Captain.
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Josephine has been working for months as a legal intern for the District Attorney’s Office. Pouring over the tiniest details of Conquistador’s known past and legal records. Superwoman has been making random appearances throughout the city on her nightly patrols, but since Conquistador actually refused bail the city has been relatively quiet. Whether it was ordered by Conquistador or a true decline in crime is anyone’s guess. The trial was a week away and it has been a media circus. With the trial so close the city’s nerves are peaked and tensions are high as so much is riding on the outcome of the trial. The future of Delta City hinged on this trial.

“The police have turned over every rock, every known associate, every possible hiding spot and still no “trophies”. That’s half our case right there.” D.A. Brannon said.

“We still have Tyrone Jenkins and his testimony. He’s under special guard at the police station. Guards personally chosen by Detective Hunt.” Josephine replied.

“Thank God. He’s our ace in the hole. If we had the trophies it would be a slam dunk, but Tyrone’s testimony will be hard to refute. You’ve done great work, Josephine. Exceeded my expectations. You should be proud.”

“Thank you, sir.” she said.

“Sir, I just wanted to let you know I found something. Judge Holt signed the order to originally release Tyrone Jenkins from prison. Judge Holt’s name also shows up on every order that might have Conquistador attached to it. As you know, Judge Holt was just selected to preside over this trial. Do you think we should be worried?” Josephine asked.

“No, Judge Holt is always available. That’s why he’s always signing orders. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Brannon said.

“Also sir, one more thing. I re-watched the Superwoman execution video and I noticed the suit that the masked gunman is wearing is a custom Sergio Antoni from 1995. I took the liberty of calling the company and they said they only made two that year. One for actor Burt Reynolds and the other for Alonzo Moralez of Delta City.”

“My God, Josephine! That’s amazing work! That tape has been poured over endlessly for years and nobody came up with that!”

“Sir, I also dug through the archives and found this picture. It’s Alonzo Moralez in the suit at a topless boxing event being held in his casino from 1995. The picture was taken the day before Superwoman’s body was found on the steps of city hall. I think we can use this.” she said.

“You’re damn right we can! Great work! This is the evidence we need to convict! Things just got a lot easier thanks to you, Josephine!”

Just then Mayor Chambers made a surprise visit to the DA’s office.

“DA Brannon! I’m hoping for a slam dunk next week! Let’s get this piece of garbage behind bars for good!” He said.

“Ah, Mr. Mayor! so good of you to come by! I’d like you to meet my new superstar intern, Josephine Cirmia.”

“Hello, sir.” she said with a big smile.

“The legal eagle! I’ve heard you’re top of your class at DCU Law! Brannon better watch his back or you’ll have his job one day. I’ll be keeping my eye on you!” The Mayor quipped.
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THE TRIAL

After all the hype, speculation and rumor trial day is finally here. Conquistador has been photographed in leaked photos from prison in an orange jumpsuit. Although bail was granted and he could more than afford it, nobody could understand why he chose to stay incarcerated. The prosecution laid out it’s agenda to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that Alonzo “The Conquistador” Moralez was responsible for the murder of 5 women. The defense laid out it’s claim that the DCPD is full of corrupt cops who are overzealous to change their tainted reputation and willing to railroad an honest businessman to salvage their image. Witnesses for the prosecution included surviving family members of the murdered women which was a powerful message to the jury. The defense was able to refute each one calling on the prosecution to provide concrete evidence. The prosecution has the murder weapon, they have a witness in Tyrone who will testify that the gun was given to him by Conquistador. Given that Tyrone was barely an infant when some of these women were killed it would be a stretch at best for the defense to claim Tyrone was the murderer. DA Brannon, Josephine and the rest of the prosecution team were confident of a guilty conviction for Conquistador.

As the case steamed ahead, Conquistador was called to the stand as he agreed to be cross examined in his own defense. DA Brannon relished the thought of tearing apart Conquistador on the stand.

“Mr. Moralez, can you please tell me about this suit you’re wearing in this picture?”

“It looks like a very old suit, I no longer wear this style. I only wear my suits once then throw them away.” He said.

“Thanks for that Mr. Moralez. Let’s remember you said that. Now can you tell me why it is that this custom suit you had made in Italy, one of only two made that year and you were photographed in, is the exact same suit being worn by the masked gunman who murdered Superwoman 20 years ago?” He said as he flashed a picture of a video still from the infamous murder tape. “This photograph is from your topless boxing event that year taken the day before THIS man murdered Superwoman! You murdered Superwoman, didn’t you Mr. Moralez?!”

The courtroom gasped as the first concrete evidence of Conquistador’s involvement was dropped like a bombshell.

“OBJECTION!!!” The Defense screamed.

“No need to object! I’m done with the witness your honor.” Brannon said dismissing the infamous crime lord like a used tissue.

The Headlines for the trial that day were blazed across the city as news outlets reported the devastating bombshell the prosecution dropped.

Meanwhile, Conquistador was stunned by the turn of events.

“You!…I pay you a lot of money to do your fucking job! And you allow this DA to ambush me on the stand? Conquistador admonished.

“Sir, I’m sorry. Word is his new intern came up with it. She’s remarkable, don’t worry…we can still win this. You won’t be going to jail.” He said.

“You’re damn right I’m not going to jail! Who is this intern he has?” he asked.

“Her name is Josephine Cirmia, still in law school.”

“Ah, I know this name. She is the one who was told not to be a hero. That bitch! Bring me all her information. Family, friends…everything.”
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As the trial rolled on the Defense did an excellent job of keeping the prosecution at bay on four of the five murders, but the murder of Superwoman and the evidence dropped in court was looming over them like a hangman’s noose. It seemed unlikely that Conquistador would be able to slip away from this one.

Finally the prosecution called Detective Rebecca Hunt as a witness.

“Detective, can you tell me exactly what you expected to find when you arrested Mr. Moralez?” Brannon asked.

“Yes, I expected to find a set of “trophies” on a hidden mantle behind his desk.”

“Can you explain these “trophies?”

“Trophies like articles of clothing that were stolen from the deceased as a memento.” she said.

“OBJECTION! SPECULATION!”

“Granted, keep the questions to evidence you actually have, prosecution. The Jury will disregard all mention of any trophies.” Judge Holt ordered.

“I’m done your honor.” Brannon said.

Conquistador’s lawyer stood up to cross examine Detective Hunt when Conquistador stood up to speak.

“Your honor! I would like to fire my attorney and represent myself!” He said aloud as the courtroom gasped in shock. Immediately the news was tweeted out online by court reporters.

“Mr. Moralez, that is certainly your right, but I don’t think it’s a wise idea. I recommend you leave your lawyer on for guidance as you represent yourself.”  Judge Holt said.

“Yes, your honor. So Detective Hunt is mine to question?”

“You may proceed.” Judge Holt said.

“OBJECTION! Sir, this is highly irregular. It’s obviously some sort of stunt. Detective Hunt is a respected member of the police department and this is obviously an attempt to intimidate her!” Brannon said.

“Overruled. It is his right, prosecution. I’m allowing it.”

Josephine noticed Conquistador grin at the Judge and the slightest nod of approval from the Judge. She thought it was odd.

Rebecca looked at Conquistador, ready for his questions. She knew he was desperate now and she was enjoying this feeble stunt.

“Detective Hunt, you enjoy wearing short skirts and fine hosiery to work. Would you say your sexuality plays a big part of why you became a cop?”

“No.” she replied.

“And would you say that you are obsessed with Superwoman?”

“No.”

“Detective Hunt, have you ever been brutally raped?”

“OBJECTION! What does this have to do with the case?” Brannon shouted.

“Your Honor, I assure you this is leading to something important.” Conquistador said.

“overruled, continue. Answer the question, Detective.” Judge Holt said.

Brannon, Josephine and the entire staff sat stunned that this was being allowed.

“I…I…don’t have to answer that.” Rebecca replied.

“Ah, yes. You are referring to this case from 1999, Detective Hunt. The college Halloween party? Sound familiar?” Conquistador asked.

“I was 16, I was a minor. That case is sealed. It can’t be entered into the court!” Rebecca said.

“I unsealed it.” Judge Holt said, grinning ever so slightly at the sexy detective.

“OBJECTION! This is insane! request a sidebar!” Brannon said.

As Brannon and Conquistador approached, the Judge motioned for Josephine to come over as well.

“What the hell is this? This is illegal for christ sake! You can’t just introduce sealed evidence!” Brannon said to the Judge.

“It was included in discovery. I have it right here in my packet and so does the Defense. Maybe your “superstar” intern missed it.”  Judge Holt said looking at the sexy Josephine in her blue skirt suit and hose with high heels.

“No, it wasn’t in there, I swear. I wouldn’t have missed that.” Josephine said, defending herself.

Conquistador turns to look at Josephine “Perhaps the prosecution shouldn’t be employing incompetent little interns?” he said condescendingly.
 
Judge Holt looks at Conquistador, smiling. “I agree, she is incompetent. The questioning of Rebecca will proceed.” He said, grinning.

Brannon was stunned. Returning to the table Josephine defended herself again to him.

“It wasn’t in there, sir. I swear!” She said.

“I know, Josephine. It’s okay. We’re in trouble. The Judge is in Conquistador’s pocket. I should’ve listened to you when you told me about Judge Holt’s signature on those orders.” He said.
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THE PUBLIC HUMILIATION OF REBECCA HUNT

Conquistador glared at Rebecca. “Please describe in detail the evening in question, Detective Hunt.” He said.

“I was at a Halloween party at college. I was a freshman, two months into school.”

“Yes, describe your costume.” He asked.

“I was dressed as Superwoman.”

“So you went, at the age of 16, to a college party dressed in the provocative outfit of a woman who had been raped and murdered?”

“That’s not what Superwoman represents!” She shouts.

“Detective Hunt, you will refrain from outbursts and answer Mr. Moralez’s questions, respectfully.” Judge Holt ordered.

“Thank you, your Honor” Conquistador said.

“Tell the court what happened.”

“I was having fun. There was beer. I got a little drunk. Some boys, they owned to the Frat house, told me they had something cool they wanted to show me upstairs. They were nice and I was impressionable so I went. They walked me into a bedroom and then locked the door behind me and guarded it.” Rebecca said with a quivering voice.

“And what did these young men do to you? In detail, what did they say?” Conquistador asked.

“They said. ‘looks like we’ve got the great Superwoman, now’ then they acted like my powers were gone and taunted me.”

“What else did they do?”

“They grabbed me, pulled off my brunette wig and said ‘We’re gonna fuck a blonde Superwoman tonight!’ then they slapped me and started punching me in the belly. Saying ‘you’re nothing now, Superwoman’ then they threw me on the bed. They took off my boots then tied my hands and legs to the posts.”

“Did you offer any resistance?”

“Yes, I screamed for help. I told them no.”

“Then what happened?”

“They stuffed a dirty sock into my mouth to shut me up. Then they beat me until I was too hurt to scream. Then they each got on top of me, told me how weak and pathetic I was.”

“Did they rape you?”

“What the fuck do you think?” She shouted with tears starting to well up in her eyes.

“Your Honor, she’s being insolent again.” Conquistador said.

“You will answer Mr. Moralez respectfully, Detective!” Holt ordered.

“Yes, okay? They raped me. They ALL raped me. They all got on top of me and brutally raped me. Is that what you want to hear? They beat me, fucked me, dominated me and broke me!” She said as the tears begin to stream down.

“Oh, Detective. That is horrible. You did not have to go into that much painful detail. I would like to enter into evidence the pictures of 16 year old Rebecca Hunt taken by the frat boys as she lay helpless on the bed.” Conquistador says as he pulls out the photos taken as trophies by the young men.

“please…don’t show those…” Rebecca begs, her eyes tearing.

Conquistador distributes the pictures of young Rebecca, making them public. Her mask ripped off, nylons torn, dried cum stains on her face and clothing. She refuses to look at them.

“So Detective. You were brutally raped by a bunch of young men in a Superwoman costume. Then you become an angry detective with a vendetta against men. So you try to solve the murder of Superwoman obsessively and now want to pin it on me. I say you’re judgement in this case has been compromised in terms of being able to think clearly and unbiasedly. I think you’re not really this hard cop you portray, but this scared little girl hiding behind your badge! You’re just a weak, scared little girl, aren’t you detective?

“…I…I…” Rebecca stammered.

“ANSWER MY QUESTION!” He shouts.

“I’m not weak. I’m Detective Rebecca Hunt.” She says.

“No, Detective. You ARE weak. I have just taken all your power.” He says.

“I’m done with her….”

“You may step down, Detective.” Judge Holt orders.

Rebecca, still with tears in her eyes, steps out of the witness box. Visibly shaking and clearly rocked from the examination she steps down, holding the railing. The courtroom watches as Detective Hunt takes two shaky steps and falls to her hands and knees, unable to walk. Josephine jumps up from her seat and runs over to help Rebecca….

“Sit down! Ms. Cirmia! She will get back to her seat under her own power!” Judge Holt orders.

Josephine glares at the judge. “Hell, no!” She says defiantly as she makes her way towards the crawling and crying Rebecca.

“Bailiff! Escort the incompetent intern out of the courtroom!” Judge Holt orders.

The bailiff grabs Josephine, enjoying her struggling and pulls her towards the exit. “No! You can’t treat her like this! You can’t do this to her!” She yells as she’s tossed out of court.

Rebecca looks up to see Josephine fighting for her, her only true friend. She rallies and gets to her feet trying to be strong. Conquistador looks on smiling at his work. The courtroom watches the defeated detective walks slowly to the exit.

“Your Honor, I would like to rehire my lawyer.’ Conquistador says.

Outside the courtroom Josephine sits holding Rebecca’s hand. “He eviscerated me. He ruined me.” Rebecca says staring blankly at the wall in front of her.

“No Rebecca, that’s what he wants. You already survived this and became an amazing cop. Don’t let him take that from you now.” Josephine said.

“I won’t” she replied determined.
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TYRONE JENKINS

The Captain stood outside the courtroom with Tyrone and his guards. The time had come for Tyrone to be a witness for the prosecution.

“I nervous, Captain.” He said while taking a sip of his bottled water.

“You should be, son. But once you do this Conquistador will be in jail and you’ll start your new life. This is the right thing to do.” He said.

Just then Josephine walked into the waiting area from the courtroom. “We’re ready for you, Tyrone.” She said.

Tyrone looked up at Josephine. “Miss Josephine, I just want to say sorry about hitting you them times. I been reading the good book since I been in the cell. I wants to turn my life around. Get a job, meet a nice girl like you and maybe start a family someday. I been a real asshole all my life. I just want to be a good person now.”

Josephine took his hand and held it. “This is the first step to being that good person, Tyrone. Stay strong in there.” She said.

“Miss Josephine? When you see Detective Hunt again can you tell her I’m sorry for what I done to her. I regrets it everyday and I wants her to know I sorry.”

Suddenly Detective Hunt walks up to Tyrone as she was with the guards.

“Oh Detective Hunt, I sorry about hurting you…” He says.

“I heard you. Just do your job today and put that scumbag away.” She says.

“Ain’t you gonna call me dickhead or something?” He asks.

Rebecca smirks at him. “No, not today.” she says. That was the most of an acceptance for an apology anyone could’ve received from Detective Hunt.

Tyrone walks into the courtroom in a suit paid for by the prosecution so he would look respectable. He looks over at the jury then looks over at Conquistador. Conquistador smiles at Tyrone. Tyrone starts to break into a cold sweat. He places his hand on the Bible and swears to tell the whole truth.

“Mr. Jenkins. Does this gun look familiar?” DA Brannon asks.

“Yes, sir. It’s the gun I was given to shoot Detective Hunt with.” Tyrone says.

“Let the evidence show that ballistics on this gun has proven it to be the same gun used in 5 separate murders.” Brannon declares. “Now Mr. Jenkins is the person who gave you that gun in the courtroom today?” He asks.

“Yes.” Tyrone replies as he begins to sweat profusely and starts to slump in his chair.

“Please point this person out to the court.” Brannon requests.

Tyrone begins foaming at the mouth and grabbing at his throat. Unable to breathe he stands up in a panic as blood starts to drip from his nostrils. He falls down and out of the witness box. The courtroom turns into pandemonium as people scream and shout.

“Jesus Christ! Call a medic!” Brannon shouts.

Josephine runs over to Tyrone cradling his head. He looks up at her terrified and confused. She holds his hand as life slips from his body. Tyrone is dead.

Josephine looks up to see Conquistador sitting in his chair laughing. He catches Josephine looking at him. She puts Tyrone’s head down as the EMT’s arrive and stands up glaring at Conquistador. He looks right at her and smiles. Their eyes stay locked. She wanted to change into Superwoman right then and knock Conquistador’s head off. She resisted the urge. The star witness was dead, the case was suddenly in danger.
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CLOSING ARGUMENTS

The Defense reasserted it’s claim that the DCPD was filled with corrupt cops who were trying to railroad Mr. Moralez. They also reminded the jury of the fact that the prosecution was unable to link the gun to Mr. Moralez and the “coincidence” of a suit being worn on a certain day was hardly the admission of guilt the prosecution was hoping it would be.

The Prosecution claimed that the suit “coincidence” was not a coincidence at all as the records show it was a custom tailored job. They also claimed, but could not prove, that the gun was given to Tyrone Jenkins by Mr. Moralez with the intention of killing Detective Rebecca Hunt. The same gun used to kill 5 women. The prosecution urged the jury convict him.

The Jury was sent to deliberate the case and come to a conclusion. 5 hours later they had reached their decision:

“On the count of murder of Suzanne Stark in the first degree we find the defendant: Not Guilty.”

“On the count of murder of Michelle Conley in the first degree we find the defendant: Not Guilty.”

“On the count of murder of Barbra Ramsey in the first degree we find the defendant: Not Guilty.”

“On the count of murder of Laura Neal in the first degree we find the defendant: Not Guilty.”

“On the count of murder of Superwoman in the first degree we find the defendant:….”

The world froze hanging on the words about to come out of the jury leaders mouth. The city was watching, the world was watching. The hopes of a city, optimistic in their recovery hinged on what was said next. Everyone was holding their breath.

“Not Guilty”

Conquistador jumped from his seat and raised his hands in victory. Hugging his lawyer shouting “INNOCENT!!!”

The world was stunned. Given the amount of evidence provided, legal experts were sure a guilty verdict was coming down for the murder of Superwoman. Josephine looked over at the jury. Their heads hung low as if ashamed of what they had done. She looked around at the people in the courtroom, the murder victims relatives, and saw how they had lost hope.  The city stood silent at the verdict, the collective optimism of a city dashed away with two simple words: Not Guilty.

Conquistador stood up and addressed the Jury. “You should all be proud of your decision here today! An innocent man walks free thanks to you!” He says to them.

The Jury leader, a thin old black man with white hair, looks at him. “We ain’t proud of letting a murderer like you walk! You and your dirty lawyer muddied up the law and we had to follow it! Far as I’m concerned, you guilty!” He shouted.

Conquistador glared at the old man. “Perhaps you should sleep with one eye open tonight.” He threatened.

The old man and the rest of the jury were visibly frightened as was the rest of the city. A madman had just escaped the clutches of the law and they knew he would exact his revenge on them now. Josephine knew what Superwoman’s purpose was at that moment. The old man at the statue, Chuck, Rebecca, they all had hope. Superwoman was there to inspire, not just save, the people of Delta City.

“ORDER IN THE COURT!!!” Judge Holt bangs his gavel. The courtroom fell silent.

“Mr. Moralez, on behalf of the citizens of Delta City we apologize for the inconvenience. You are free to go.” He says.

DA Brannon begins packing up his belongings. “Let’s go Josephi….” He realizes she had already walked out.

Conquistador and his lawyer go outside to a crush of media. Screaming and shouting coupled with people protesting his verdict. It was complete chaos. Police weren’t able to control the crowds. Conquistador stops to speak with reporters. The crowd fell silent as he motioned for them to be quiet.

“So, I see you protesters there. Holding your signs, calling me a murderer! If I am a murderer then perhaps you should cover your faces because a murderer will not forget what each of you looks like!” He says as the protesters begin to cower. “Delta City is not YOUR city…it is MY city! I AM the most powerful man in Delta City! If you think I am such a madman perhaps you shouldn’t anger me! There is no telling what a “madman” will do while you sleep, while your children play, while your loved ones are alone! If you want peace then…..” Conquistador’s terrifying monologue was cut short by a surprise appearance.

“IT’S SUPERWOMAN!!!” The crowd cheers as Superwoman floats down from the sky. The reporters immediately notice she changed her costume. No longer the fully covered 1995 costume, she was far more stylish. Josephine had changed it the night before intending to debut the new look after Conquistador’s conviction, but it was too late to change back and she needed to make a point. Her full leotard was replaced with a sleek red sports bra and low cut, high leg bottoms exposing her amazing abs and perfect body. Her legs still glazed in shimmering pantyhose and red boots. Her gloves gone to reveal her french manicured nails. The eye makeup still smoked out with mascara to elongate the stunning woman’s lashes behind the perfect red mask to conceal her true identity. Her long hair flowing in the wind as the light from the sun picked up sparkles from the hint of body glitter she had rubbed onto her skin.

As she lands the crush of media leave Conquistador to inundate her with questions. Superwoman motions for the crowd to be silent. Staring directly at Conquistador she begins to walk slowly towards him. The crowd parts as a path directly to Conquistador is open before her. She walks slowly towards him talking to reporters, keeping her eyes locked on him…

“I’ve been back for months and haven’t addressed the citizens of Delta City properly. I’m going to fix that now. I’m here to tell you all that you don’t have to be afraid of those who would do you harm. Don’t be afraid of common thugs and so called Crime Lords. Don’t let these petty, greedy men scare you into thinking they own you. THEY DON’T! Because I’m making it my mission to rid the city of these kinds of men. I’m taking them down. All of them…I promise.” She said as Conquistador begins walking away from her.

He walks to his waiting black armored SUV as Superwoman walks slowly in his direction, the crowd parting and cheering for their heroic champion. The Police stop the media from going any further as Conquistador and Superwoman are now out of range of the microphones. Conquistador gets into his SUV and rolls down the tinted window to see Superwoman standing face to face beside him. The cameras rolling with no audio the crowd sees the two exchanging words.

Conquistador looks Superwoman up and down, smiling sadistically. “New costume, I see. Very sexy, Superwoman.”

“You escaped justice today, that won’t happen again.” Superwoman said.

Conquistador still checking her out. “Same belt and choker, I see. I look forward to holding them in my hand while you suffer, bitch!” He said, letting her know he knows he can defeat her.

“Don’t hold on too tight, wouldn’t want to lose your other hand.” She said, letting him know she knows more than he thinks.

Conquistador looks down at his prosthetic right hand. “Whoever you are, you will beg me to let you live, this I promise you, bitch!” He says.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” She says.

“Neither should you.” He says nodding to the people she just promised to protect.

“Drive.” He says as the window goes up and his black SUV pulls away.
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Detective Rebecca Hunt is in The Captain’s office.

“How the fuck did Tyrone get poisoned? Who poisoned him? How the fuck did that happen?” Rebecca screams.

“Rebecca, it’s over. You need to decompress.” he says.

“No! It’s not over! Someone in this department got to him! Someone here poisoned him!!!” She shouts.

“You checked everyone’s financials, Rebecca. You hand selected his guards! There was nothing more you could’ve done!”

“I didn’t check yours, Captain.” She says.

“What did you just say, Detective? You accusing me of something?” He asks annoyed.

“Tyrone knew I was on mandatory vacation the day you put me on it. How the hell did he know that?” She questions.

“Are you serious? This department has leaks all over it! You think the most feared Detective in Delta City getting mandatory leave isn’t going to hit the streets in a second?” He says. The Captain opens his desk and pulls out a report of his financials. “Here. I ran them on myself because I knew you’d question it. Like a good detective should.”

Rebecca reads over the report and puts it down. “I’m sorry, sir. I’m just grasping at straws here.” she says.

“It’s okay Rebecca, you’ve done your best and I’m proud of you.” He says.

“It’s just that me and Superwoman have been so optimistic about his conviction.” She says.

“Superwoman? you’re friends with her?” The Captain asks.

“Yes, we talk. We’re kind of a team. I guess she’s like my unofficial partner.”

“That’s a good partner to have, Detective. Look, I’ve been wanting to let you all know….I’ll tell you first. I’m retiring next month.” The Captain says.

“Retiring? You can’t retire, sir we still have  a lot of work to do. Conquistador for starters.” Rebecca says.

“No Rebecca, me and Martha have decided it. We’re going to spend a year at our vacation home in the country. Then I was thinking of maybe running for Mayor in the next election cycle.” He says.

“Mayor? You’d have my vote, sir. I really don’t want you to leave.” She says.

“Thanks, Detective…Rebecca, you’re the only cop I really trust here. I have something crazy in mind. Something risky. Something that could bring down Conquistador for good”

“I’m all ears, Captain.” She says, her interest peaked.

“Hang tight, you have to trust me on this. Give me time to put this together. Until then, we never had this conversation.” He says.

“Yes, sir!” Rebecca says.

Detective Hunt walked back to her desk. The Captain watched her through the slats in his window shade. She was jittery, she wanted Conquistador and he knew she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted. That was Detective Rebecca Hunt, relentless and fearless. She was the only cop that could carry out his idea.

The Captain walked over and sat back at his desk. He pulled up his computer and opened a file on Officer Frank Price. Everything on Officer Frank Price is classified after 1989. The Captain enters his authorization code and the classified files are unlocked.

“Officer Frank Price, DCDC001. Delta City Deep Cover Unit. Infiltrated organized crime gang in 1990. Street Name: Buckshot.”

The Captain picks up his secure line and dials the code numbers listed….

“This line is secure. Authorization CPT001….” The Captain says.

“This line is secure. Authorization DCDC001…” The voice says.

“Buckshot, it’s time we ended this nightmare once and for all.” The Captain says.

TO BE CONTINUED

It had been a busy Saturday for Josephine. Shopping with Rebecca, saving the city then watching the coverage of Superwoman’s return on television. She had completed her studies for Monday and decided it was time to go out and patrol the city.

“Josephine wait!” Joyce said.

“What’s up Auntie?” she replied.

“Josephine, now the whole world knows Superwoman is out there. There are some things you need to know before you go out on patrols.”

“Umm, okay? Like what?” Josephine asked.

“The attacks on you, Tyrone being sent by “Clark” and “Diana”…that wasn’t a coincidence. I know who they are. Clark and Diana are Superman and Wonder Woman. The Justice League, they betrayed your mother. You know this because you saw what Conquistador said to her when she died. They were trying to warn you not to become Superwoman.”

“Why send Tyrone? Why not just fly down and threaten me outright? Why the cryptic warnings? Why did they even betray my mother?” She asked.

“I don’t know, Josephine. All I know is that they don’t come near Delta City anymore and having you around is some kind of threat to them. I told you about this power because without it, you’re vulnerable. When I heard Clark and Diana I just knew you’d need the artifacts. Just be careful out there.” She warned.

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Superwoman flew through the cool evening sky over Delta City. Lost in the beauty of the city she looked down at the bustling people wondering how she was supposed to find a crime in progress and what would she do with a criminal when she caught him? Then there was Conquistador. How does she even begin taking down a Crime Lord legally? She needed help and she knew Detective Rebecca Hunt was the only cop she could trust.

All these thoughts running through her head as she flew in the relative safety of the sky she never noticed the attack coming from above her…

The violent blow to her back sent her hurtling down towards an alley. Regaining her flight balance and turning to look above her she saw a fist slam her across the jaw. Stunned by the powerful blow she felt a strong pair of hands grab the back of her dark hair and guide her towards the alley at a fast rate of speed. Whoever was on her back was going to make her crash face first into the ground. Using her strength she started to even out her flight path and reached over her head to grab the person’s ears. She pulled down as she twisted her body around and managed to make the attacker take the full brunt of the hit to the ground on their back. Quickly jumping up looking at her attacker who was buried in the ground she saw him. Superman.

Superman jumped up and dusted himself off. “You were warned not to be a hero! You should’ve listened!” He said angrily.

Josephine power posed and stared directly at Superman’s face. “I know you have some kind of sick deal with Conquistador. I know if I take him out you lose something. I know you betrayed my mother. So all you Justice League scum can go to Hell.” She said.

Superman laughed at the novice superheroine. “Take off mommy’s jewelery little girl and let the adults handle the bad guys.” He mocked.

“Or what? You’re going to kill me? You couldn’t even manage to crash me into the ground. Bring it, “Super” man.” Josephine challenged.

Superman glared at Josephine. Then he released a massive blast of heat vision at her. Josephine put her hands up instinctively. She didn’t feel any of it. Lifting off the ground Josephine hurled herself at Superman and slammed both fists into his face making him stop the heat blast and sending him crashing against a dumpster.

“I’m taking it easy on you little girl! Don’t make me break you in half! Take off the jewels and stop being a hero!” He yelled.

Josephine walked towards Superman. “You betrayed my mother, you have to answer for that! ” She said as the two super powered beings locked hands in a test of strength!

Superman towered over the much smaller Josephine. Already at a disadvantage her knees started to buckle under his massive strength. Superman smiled down at her. “Get out of Delta City little girl. You’re going to lose.” He said.

Josephine focused harder and started pushing Superman away. Soon his wrists started to bend back and he fell to one knee. Josephine now standing over Superman, his face confused.

“You’re stronger than your mother!” He said.

“I’m stronger than YOU!” She said as she pushed Superman back. The bones in his wrist almost at their breaking point…

“Why did you betray my mother!!???” She yells out.

“You mother deserved everything she got!!” He screams.

Josephine pressed harder, “TELL ME WHY!“ she demanded. Superman starts to scream in pain…

Suddenly she felt strange as a woman’s voice told her to release him. Looking down a golden lasso was wrapped around her. Josephine complied and released Superman even though she didn’t want to. Superman stood up rubbing his wrists and shaking out his hands. Suddenly Josephine was looking at Wonder Woman holding the other end of the lasso.

“She kicked your ass Clark. She’s stronger than you.” Wonder Woman said.

“Yeah, well not anymore.” Superman said as he tore the belt and choker off Josephine.

“Since she won’t listen, make her forget about being Superwoman. Make her forget about the jewels. Wipe her mind clean.” Superman said.

“First we make her more agreeable with a little chloroform.” Wonder Woman said as she placed a wet cloth over Josephine’s mouth and nose.

Josephine tried to concentrate and felt the artifacts. They started to move in Superman’s hand. “Stop doing that!” Wonder Woman commanded. Josephine felt completely helpless as she was compelled to stop concentrating. She started to feel dizzy. The chloroform was beginning to have it’s effect…

“You’ll never be Superwoman again little girl.” Superman said.

Superwoman’s vision was going blurry. She felt ready to pass out when she saw a dark figure land in front of Superman and punch him hard in the face. Superman fell back as the dark figure fought him holding a green glowing rock. The lasso fell off Josephine as Wonder Woman moved in on the dark figure. The dark figure shot a grappling hook at Wonder Woman, pulling her belt off her waist. Then he kicked her in the chest sending her onto the ground.

“Eventually one of you will get me, But you both know what happens if my heart stops beating….” The dark figure said.

“You’re making another mistake, Bruce. Come on, Diana…we’re done here.” Superman said as the two flew off.

Josephine saw the figure coming at her before passing out from the chloroform…

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Rebecca was tied spread eagle on her own bed. The back of her head pounding from the pistol whipping Tyrone gave her at the desk. She was still in her hose and pink tank top, but she had a pair of nylons stuffed in her mouth to keep her quiet. Tyrone walked into the bedroom…

“Wake up, bitch!” He says.

“Mmmmph!!!”

“What? You got something to say Detective? You wanna give me shit with that bitch mouth of yours?”

Tyrone ran his fingers across Rebecca’s foot feeling her nyloned toes. “Yeah, bitch. You fine. Fucking white bitch be coming up in my hood lookin’ fo’ me? Bitch you gonna die tonight!” He said while taking her high heels and badge then stuffing them in his bag. “These are coming with me, fo’ my new boss!”

Rebecca tugging at her bonds and protesting through her nylon gag. Tyrone was happy to see Detective Hunt so helpless. Such a contrast from the interrogation room where she humiliated him. Now it was time for Detective Hunt to feel the pain of humiliation. Tyrone wanted to humiliate her before he killed her. He wanted to see her broken and afraid. The only problem was, Detective Hunt wasn’t afraid and he knew she would shred him to pieces with her mouth and kick his ass if she was free. So he decided to start by beating her. He found a bat in her closet and raised it over his head. Rebecca with her eyes wide began to protest with her muffled words.

“You gut nice abs, white bitch!” He said as he slammed the bat down on her midsection. Detective Hunt buckled in pain as her six pack tightened. Tyrone looked at her face and realized she still wasn’t afraid. So he continued to crack the bat over her midsection, relentlessly and mercilessly beating the heroic detective like a mad man. Finally the pain became so intense and her midsection so bruised she was having a hard time breathing. Then Tyrone smiled, knowing he had really hurt Detective Hunt.

“Yeah…hurts don’t it? He gloats as Detective Hunt closes her eyes to hide the pain. Her nostrils flaring trying to get as much air as possible.

“You thirsty, bitch?” He says as he picks up a bottle of vodka. He pulls Detective Hunt’s hair to lift her head back and pours the bottle into her mouth. The nylon stuffed in her mouth starting to soak with the alcohol. Now choking and gagging Detective Hunt is drowning in vodka as the soaked gag keeps it dripping into her throat. Tyrone laughs as the once powerful crime fighter is now the victim of his every sadistic whim. He looks into her eyes and sees little life left. Has she been broken? Tyrone removes the vodka soaked gag and wrings the remaining vodka from the hose into her mouth. Coughing up vodka as it runs down the side of her mouth he looks at his helpless victim.

“Whatchya think of Tyrone now, bitch?” He asked.

Rebecca looked up at him making eye contact. The lifeless look had retreated as the fire returned to her face. Her breathing labored she spoke “Y…you’re still a p..piece of shit…low life…mother….motherfucker!” She said.

Tyrone became enraged and began slapping Detective Hunt across the face. He climbed on top of the helpless detective and noticed how she tried to buck him off. Looking at her face he could tell she didn’t like him on top of her.

“Get the fuck off me you piece of shit! Get off me now!” She yelled with a desperation in her voice Tyrone hadn’t heard before.

“You don’t like me on top do you, bitch? Is it just me or any motherfucker with a dick?” He asked.

Tyrone could see a hidden fear in her eyes. Something she was trying to hide, but couldn’t. He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. Detective Hunt looked terrified as he brought it near her mouth. “NO!” she cried.

“Yeah…you don’t like a man putting you in your place. You scared of a man fucking you the right way. Ain’t dat right white bitch?” He taunted.

“Don’t! Don’t do this…don’t you fucking put that near me! I don’t want it!” She screamed terrified.

“Yeah bitch, you been raped before, huh? I can tell…you afraid of being raped again. Strong white bitch afraid of being weak like when some man fucked you raw!” Tyrone taunted as he brings his cock down to her already exposed womanhood.

“No…Tyrone, don’t! Don’t do this!” She pleads.

“Beg me, bitch!  Beg Tyrone not to fuck you raw!” He commands.

Then a man’s voice from the doorway shattered the moment “Get off her you fucking lunatic!” he said. It was the man Rebecca had just had sex with. Ironically, he came back to retrieve his phone and was now in possession of Detective Hunt’s service weapon and pointing it at Tyrone. Tyrone climbed off Rebecca, his cock still hard.

“Okay, white boy…don’t get crazy now. Bitch just wanted some fucked up sex.” Tyrone said.

“Fuck you asshole! I know she doesn’t like anyone on top of her!” He says.

Rebecca realized the man had never shot a gun because she saw the safety was still on. Hoping Tyrone wouldn’t notice Rebecca tried to distract him.

“Get over here and untie me, keep the gun on him…” She said.

“You got it, Detective!” He said as he walked over to her. Tyrone then noticed the safety was on and started walking towards the man.

“Back off! I’ll shoot you!” He said.

“Go ahead white boy, shoot me.” Tyrone said as he continued coming

“Flip the safety! right there! flip it!” Rebecca said, still bound.

*click* *click* the gun didn’t fire. Tyrone bitch slapped the man and took the gun from him. Then Tyrone pulled a knife and stabbed the man in the belly. Grabbing his bleeding belly the man slumped down against the wall.

“NO! Tyrone you motherfucker!” Rebecca cried.

Tyrone smiled at Detective Hunt. “You gonna git raped now, bitch!”

“Tyrone you stupid asshole! You can’t even kill me without fucking yourself over! If he dies you’re going down for 2 murders and you know you’ll get caught because you’re too stupid not to leave you fucking cum all over the place! He needs a medic, now!” She screamed.

Detective Hunt’s tirade rattled Tyrone. He was just supposed to kill Rebecca and he’s already spent too much time in the apartment. Now he’s stabbed another man who can identity him unless he dies from his stab wound.

“Fuck you, bitch! Ima kill you now! Ain’t nobody gonna miss you for days because you’re on vacation!” He said.

“How do you know that? Who the fuck told you that?” Rebecca asked forcefully. 

Tyrone punched Detective Hunt hard twice and knocked her out. Then he untied her from the bed and retied her hands behind her back and her legs together. He looked down at the man bleeding against the wall…

“please…I’m dying…” He said.

“Fuck you, motherfucker! Shoulda minded yo own bidness!” He says as he lifts Rebecca up and brings her to the fire escape which leads down to the alley that Conquistador wanted her killed in. He props the tied detective on the railing. Rebecca starts to wake up and notices she’s on her fire escape four floors above the alley. Tyrone shoves pantyhose back in her mouth to keep her quiet. 

“Down there is where the po po gonna find yo body, bitch!” Tyrone says as he pushes Rebecca off the railing. Falling four stories on a stack of pallets Rebecca lands on her side with a thud. Unable to brace herself she was sure her shoulder had popped out, but she was still alive. Tyrone starts to climb down the fire escape with his bag of trophies for Conquistador.

“Ima put a bullet in yo head, bitch!’ He says as he climbs down.

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Superwoman’s dark mascaraed eyes fluttered open behind the red mask. Focusing, she saw The Batman looking down at her.

“You’re okay, it was just chlorofo….”UGH!!!” Batman cried out as Superwoman’s sexy nylon clad leg lifted up and kicked him at a 90 degree angle sending him flying back against the alley wall. Superwoman jumped up from her laying position quickly to a fighting stance. Still super-powered with her artifacts, she was surprised they were back on her.

“I just rescued you!” Batman said from his back.

“I don’t care. You’re Justice League.” She said.

“Josephine, you have questions and I have answers, but you need to calm down or we can part ways now.” Batman said.

“How do you know my name?” She asked, realizing now that he actually did save her from having her mind erased by Wonder Woman.

“I knew your mother well.” He said.

“What do you want?” she asked.

Batman explains…

“First of all, I’m not Justice League. Haven’t been for over 20 years. They started down a bad path that I couldn’t follow. They became more interested in wealth and living like gods instead of helping people. Your mother and I were…good friends. She refused the Justice Leagues offer to become a member because she saw the same thing I did. Your mother was incorruptible. I bankrolled the Justice League for years, but when they started to turn I left and cut funding. Right around that time I was with your mother. They blamed her for changing my mind against them. It wasn’t her fault, but they hated her for it anyway.

They wanted to keep their orbiting headquarters running, but without my funding they needed alternate revenue streams so they started offering protection to major crime lords. The crime lords would pay them monthly and the League would stay out of their city. They offered this to Conquistador and he took it, but the only problem was your mother. They needed her gone. So The League told Conquistador how to defeat her. Superman would never get his own hands dirty unless he has to. Your mother and I worked together to take down Conquistador, we had him. Everything we needed to convict him was on that cargo ship, but the League convinced the cops to call off their raid and made sure nobody was coming to help her. After your mother was murdered I went to war with the League. I have enough on them to bring them down, but they know enough about me to bring me and my company down. So it’s been a cold war ever since. If my heart stops beating every piece of evidence I have on them gets sent to every news server in the world. They know this and it keeps them away from Gotham, away from me.

Superwoman interrupted…”My mother suffered, she died brutally at the hands of that maniac!” 

“I know, I read the autopsy report…”

“The autopsy report? How big of you! You let her die and then read about what some doctor thinks happened to her?” She shouts.

“Relax…” Batman says.

“Maybe you should see exactly what you let happen to her!” Superwoman said while putting her hand on Batman’s head. A red glow came from the gems and flowed up her arm and into Batman’s mind. In a second Batman witnessed the same tragic murder Josephine did. 

Stunned by what he just experienced Batman fell back. His face in shock, he was speechless. His speechless stunned look turned into rage as he stood up yelling a powerful guttural grunt. Punching the brick wall, he took a chunk of it out with his reinforced armored glove.

“YOU DIDN’T NEED TO SHOW ME THAT!” He shouted.

“Yes, I did. Because now I know you really did care about her from your reaction, but that still doesn’t tell me why you let her die.” Superwoman said.

“I didn’t let her die. The night I was going to meet her on the cargo ship, Superman and Wonder Woman came to visit me at my base. Under the guise of friendship I thought they had come to support your mother. But Wonder Woman used her lasso to make me forget about the raid. It wasn’t until I heard about her murder that I went through my own security footage and saw what they did to me. They pulled out all the stops, they even got me, that’s rare.” He said.

“Okay, so you rescued me from them, thanks. What do you want now?” She asked.

“I want to help you take down Conquistador.” Batman said.

“No thanks. I don’t want you in Delta City. I’m not my mother and you don’t owe me anything.” She replied.

“I owe your mother…”

Josephine looked at him…”Are you my father? Is that what this is about?” she asked.

“No, but I was going to raise you as my own. I don’t know who your father is.” Batman said.

“Then don’t come back here, stay in Gotham.” Superwoman said.

“You’ll need help, I’m a detective…” Batman pleaded his case.

“I already know a detective.” Superwoman replied as she lifted into the cool Delta City night.

“and I need to introduce myself to her right now.” she thought to herself.

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Detective Hunt rolled off the stack of pallets and landed on the ground. The bottoms of her bound and nylon clad legs landing in a puddle getting her lower legs wet. Tyrone climbed to the ground and watched Detective Hunt’s pantyhosed ass and legs bound trying to crawl away. Her hands tied behind her back unable to move effectively. He laughed at how helpless she was now. Just hours before she was dominating a man in bed and now she was in pain and desperate to survive in a dirty puddle in an alley. 

“Big bad white girl cop ain’t so bad now!” He taunted. Tyrone put his foot in the puddle to make the sole of his shoe wet. Then he stomped his wet foot on Detective Hunt’s perfect pantyhosed ass leaving the dirty imprint of his foot on her right ass cheek. Each time she tried to move he stomped on her ass with his wet shoe, laughing at her. Then he grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her up. Her pink tank top pulled up just covering her tits and exposing her bruised midsection. Tyrone grabbed an empty metal trash can and dropped Detective Hunt into it ass first. Her bound hosed and wet legs dangling out while her arms were helplessly bound on the other side of the can behind her back. Tryone grabbed her by the back of her head and got into her face.

“This is what you get fo’ fucking wid Tyrone you honkey ass crackah bitch!” He said as he spit on her face. Watching he spit roll from her forehead down the bridge of her nose then banking down her left eye and cheek he laughed at her. Then he took a step back and pointed his gun at her head.

“The Conquistador sends his regards, bitch!”

Detective Hunt shaking her head saying “No” while “Mmmmph-ing” helplessly to her murderer. Tyrone squeezed the trigger…

*BLAM* the bullet rolled out of the barrel with a blast at 1100 feet per second. In the blink of an eye a red blur landed in front of the bullet with a crashing thud on the ground. A pair of red high heeled boots had cracked the pavement where they landed. Tyrone focused his vision and saw standing in front of him…Superwoman! She held the bullet in her hand and dropped it on ground. Tyrone stood there stunned. Superwoman backhanded Tyrone sending him crashing into the other side of the alley. He hit the wall so hard he rolled down onto a pile of trash bags unconscious. Quickly turning her attention to Rebecca, Superwoman removed the nylon gag and untied her hands and feet. Lifting Rebecca out of the barrel Superwoman noticed how badly she had been beaten and abused. Rebecca had a hard time standing due to the beating her midsection took and there was a good chance she had some internal bleeding.

“Thanks…he was going to kill me…” Rebecca said laboring to breathe. 

“It’s no problem, are you okay?” Superwoman asked.

“I’m hurt, but…oh my god! upstairs there’s a man in my apartment stabbed!” Rebecca walked over to the fire escape trying to climb it.

“Hold on, up there?” Superwoman said picking Rebecca up in her arm and lifting her into the sky.

“Wait! Grab Tyrone and his bag too. Bring it all up with us. I don’t want to lose him again. I’m a cop.” Rebecca said.

“I know who you are Detective Hunt, I came to see you actually.” Superwoman said while grabbing Tyrone by the belt and Rebecca then flew them up to the 4th floor window on the fire escape.

The man inside holding his bleeding belly watches the three of them enter through the window. “Oh man! I’m seeing things now! I just saw an angel in red fly in here. I thought angels wore white. I’m must be in Hell!”
Rebecca grabbed a towel. “Shut up, press this against the wound, you’ve lost a lot of blood and you’re delirious. I’m calling an ambulance for you.”

“Hey, we had sex tonight and I took a knife for you. Don’t you wanna know my name?” He asked.

Rebecca pointed at her bruised midsection and face. “Hasn’t been a great night for me either, now shut up.”

“Okay…I’m Dan!…thanks for caring detective sexy!….Wait, is that SUPERWOMAN? Oh my god it is! That was awesome today with the crane! You saved a shitload of people!”

Superwoman smiled at him. “Hi Dan, try to relax. Help is coming.”

“This is the best fucking night of my whole fucking life! I had sex with Detective Sexy and now I’m hanging out with sexy Superwoman! BEST. NIGHT. EVER! WOOOOOOO!!!!!….except for getting stabbed, that was definitely a low point.” 

Detective Hunt washed up her face and changed into the pair of tight jeans she had on earlier with a pair of flats and a tight white T shirt. She cuffed Tyrone so he wouldn’t get away when he woke up. The ambulance and police sirens were just down the block….

“Thanks again. I’d be dead right now if you didn’t show up. You mentioned you came to see me?” Rebecca asked.

“Yes, my friend, she’s your friend too…Josephine? She said you’re a good cop and I need a good cop on my side.” Superwoman said.

“Of course! I’m definitely on your side. You were my idol as a kid. I used to dress like you for Halloween….wait?…You know Josephine? We saw you downtown today and she didn’t seem to know you?” Rebecca asked.

“I really know her Aunt Joyce. I just met Josephine earlier tonight when I visited her Aunt. We got to talking about the state of the city and I need to know how to take down Conquistador…legally.”

“Hell yes, Superwoman…I think you and I are going to get along just fine!” Rebecca said with a smile.

“I take them down, you arrest them?” Superwoman said.

“Yep! and when Josephine graduates she prosecutes them!” Rebecca said gleefully.

“High Five, Superwoman! We’re going to make a great team!” Rebecca said while the two sexy crime fighters High Fived.

“OH MY GO YOU TWO ARE SOOOO FUCKING SEXY!!! I don’t even care that I’m bleeding so much! Have any beer?”
“SHUT UP, DAN!…GOD!!” Rebecca yelled.

Superwoman and Rebecca looked at each other on the verge of laughter….

Dan whispers……..*thank you for calling me Dan*

The two women start laughing. “He’s kind of funny.” Superwoman says.

“I know…it’s cute how he tried to save me.” Rebecca said.

“I’m cute! I heard that!” Dan exclaims.

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Tyrone sat alone in the interrogation room at the police station. Cuffed to the table he sat silently. Then the door opened. It was Detective Hunt.

“Hi, Dickhead. Let’s talk about why you’re such a fucking moron. Start with how you failed to kill me and how you’re not getting on Conquistador’s crew now.” She said.

“Bitch, fuck you and yo’ crackah ass mouth. My lawyer gonna be here soon and you know I be walkin’ up outtah here.” Tyrone said.

“You think Conquistador is going to waste his time getting you out of jail after you took his money then failed to complete your mission? Let me tell you the reality of the situation, shithead. You got caught trying to kill a cop. Now you’re a loose end who might rat to save himself some jail time. Even if you don’t rat, you still took his money and failed to kill me. Either way, Conquistador is going to have you killed then forget you ever existed.”

“Bitch, I ain’t gut nuttin’ to say to you. When my lawyer git here you can talk to him all you want.” Tyrone said.

“You’re fancy suit wearing lawyer isn’t coming for you moron! What IS walking through that door is a court appointed, middle aged, free public defender who just got his law degree at night school because he worked days at Taco Hut for the first 40 years of his life. Have fun with that.”

“Bitch you don’t scare me. You ain’t got shit on me. I didn’t kill nobody. That crackah white boy still alive, you still alive. I ain’t gonna git more than a couple years then I’ll be back on the street being badass Tyrone again.”
“Yeah, normally you’d be right Tyrone. I give you that. But we have this thing called ballistics testing. We tested the handgun you tried to shoot me with and it’s the same gun used in 5 different murders. So, you can either tell me where you got the gun, maybe cut a deal, give up Conquistador and if you give us really good information we might even be able to get you into witness protection.”
“Yo! you can’t pin 5 motherfuckin’ murders on me! I didn’t kill no 5 people!” Tyrone said.

“Sure we can, Tyrone. You’re in possession of the murder weapon used to kill 5 people. Want to know who they are?” Rebecca started to rattle off the names of the victims….

“Suzanne Stark”

“Michelle Conley”

“Barbara Ramsey”

“Laura Neal”

and my personal favorite that we’ve been trying to solve for a long time “Superwoman.”  All strong women who stood up for what they believed in, murdered by you.”
“YO! Fuck that! I didn’t kill no Superwoman. Everyone know that was Conquistador! Motherfucker got her boots and shit in his office!”

“What?” Rebecca said shocked.

“Yo where my public defender at? I wanna make a deal! I have info!” Tyrone shouted.

Just then his dowdy looking public defender walked in. He was a pudgy man in a wrinkled, cheap suit. “Hi Tyrone, I’m Harvey. Sorry I’m late, I was stuck at my other job…Taco Hut.” 

“I’ll let you two talk…” Rebecca said as she left the interrogation room.

Bursting into The Captain’s office excitedly…”Captain, he got the gun from Conquistador, we can squeeze him. We can make him talk. Give him a deal, have him testify. We can finally nail Conquistador with his testimony if it’s good!”
“Good job! The District Attorney’s on his way! We’re finally gonna nail this son of a bitch!” The Captain said with fire in his belly like Rebecca hadn’t seen in a long time from him.

Tyrone sang like a bird. In exchange for immunity and witness protection he told them about Conquistador’s trophy case full of incriminating evidence and he agreed to testify in court that Conquistador gave him the gun and even bragged about fucking Superwoman before murdering her. The Warrant would be executed on Monday morning 10am at Conquistador’s residence/office at his casino “The Grand Lady” A mega hotel/casino operated by Conquistador which was known, but never proven, to be a front for his illegal operations. 

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Monday morning 8am, Josephine is heading out the door to the bus stop when Rebecca pulls up to her house. “Josephine! Hey!” Rebecca yells out from the undercover police car.

“Hey Rebecca! What’s up?

“Get in, I’ll give you a ride to school.” Rebecca offers.

On the ride over Rebecca explains why she came over so early.

“In a couple hours we’re arresting Alonzo Moralez, aka The Conquistador. It’s going to be a big case and the DA is going to need interns for research. I mentioned your name. He already knows you because you’re the top law student at DCU Law. Anyway, he wants you on the team. It’ll be great experience for you, plus this case is tied to you because it all stems from Tyrone. We got him, we’re getting Conquistador and this city’s getting back on track. What do you say, kid?”
“WOW! That’s amazing! Absolutely, yes! Thank you so much Rebecca!” She said excitedly.

“And when you see Superwoman, tell her we’re still going to be a great team, but Conquistador won’t be a problem anymore!” Rebecca said.

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THE RAID 10AM

Detective Rebecca Hunt and her team get confirmation that Conquistador is in his office. She moves in wearing a bullet proof vest leading a team of tactical officers behind her. They move through the casino and into the elevator. Another team takes the stairs while another team lands on the roof in a chopper. Armed security guards lay their guns down at the sight of the police, very unusual. No resistance at all.

The bud in Detective Hunt’s ear letting her know each team is in position and they have visual on Conquistador in his office. Detective Hunt gives the “GO!” sign.

The tactical officers break down the office door while the roof team repels in through the windows.
Alonzo Moralez aka Conquistador is sitting at his desk with his lawyer. He puts his hands in the air and offers no resistance. Detective Rebecca Hunt approaches him…

“Alonzo Moralez, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney……”
After his rights were read to him. “May I ask, what is the meaning of this intrusion to my office by Delta City’s finest?”

“You’re under arrest for the murders of  Suzanne Stark, Michelle Conley ,Barbara Ramsey ,Laura Neal and Superwoman.” Detective Hunt says.

“I’m sorry Detective, but you are very wrong. I have done no such thing. What proof do you have?” He says smugly.

Rebecca Hunt walks over to his desk and feels underneath for the hidden button that opens his “trophy case”. “How’s about this?” She says as she depresses the button.

The wall behind them opens up to reveal a fully stocked bar.

“Oh my, has prohibition been reinstated? Is alcohol illegal again?” Conquistador smiles.

“Where are they? I’ll rip this place apart until I find your sick little trophy collection!” Detective Hunt yells.
“It seems your case against me is already off to bad start, no?” He grins.

“Take him away!” She orders.

Conquistador’s lawyer advises his client. “Alonzo! They mistreat you in ANY way let me know. Say nothing until I get there! They do ONE thing wrong and we’ll sue!” He says.

Detective Hunt glares at the high priced lawyer. “How the HELL do you sleep at night?” She asks.

He grins at her. “On silk sheets, Detective.”

TO BE CONTINUED