by Don Ship
“Uuummmmm,” Esmeralda groaned, pushed back against the parked car. Then she was pushed up atop the trunk. The pretty blonde’s delicate, manicured hand stroked the wicked witch’s inner thigh, and then went up her skirt. The witch’s mind was reeling with unfamiliar feelings and urges, but she did marvel a second on just how wet she was down there when the blonde’s fingers spread her open and started rubbing. “Ooooooh.”
The blonde's talented fingers moved to her clit. The man pulled her dress down to expose both boobs, while he roughly fondled her. He rubbed his face all over her tits, pushed it deep in her cleavage, and then sucked in a sensitive nipple.
"Ooooh!" Esmeralda cried, back bowing and head rolling back. Her pussy started throbbing. She felt so achy, needy. "Great Satan."
"What did you say?" the young man said.
“Fuck her, Mikey,” the blonde urged. “Fuck Jennifer Jade. Fuck her.”
The couple pulled away. Esmeralda, panting and gasping, looked down the length of her spectacular body. Mikey was unzipping, pulling out a long, hard cock. FLASH. FLASH. The blonde was taking pictures with a camera phone. Then Esmeralda watched in near-mindless fascination as Mikey spread her long, shapely legs wide, and then moved up between them. FLASH. The witch bit her lip as his cock pressed into her hot, wet folds, and then penetrated her achy, needy cunt.
The wicked witch sucked in a sharp breath, eyes huge. It was the first time she'd ever been penetrated by a man. He felt huge. Too big. Her little hole was getting stretched past the point of pain. And then he thrust even deeper.
“Ugggh,” Esmeralda grunted. “So big. Oh. My… Uggh.”
“Take more pictures,” Mikey gasped out, thrusting in and out of that sopping wet pussy, driving himself deeper with every thrust. Esmeralda held onto his shoulders, staring open-mouthed into his jubilant face. “I’m fucking Jennifer Jade. I’m fucking the most beautiful woman in Grimme City.”
“Hey!” the blonde cried. “You pig.”
“Take pictures,” he said, then started motorboating Esmeralda’s perfect pair, while ramming it home over and over. FLASH. Esmeralda’s back arched as she began that mad rush to climax. Her hands clutched at him, while her legs wrapped around him. “Take video!”
"I'm switching to video," his girlfriend/partner-in-crime said, zooming in on his cock going in and out, and then over to Esmeralda's boobs bouncing and jostling all around as he licked, sucked, and motorboated them.
“Great Satan! Oh! I’m… Coming! Aaaaaaaagghh!” the sexy witch cried, bucking madly. "Oh yes! Yes! Aaaaaaaaggghh!"
Esmeralda felt Mikey become frantic, plowing into her like a madman. His hands tightened on her body, hurting so good. And then he tensed.
“Yes!” Mikey cried, back bowing as he began creaming her pussy. “I fucked Jennifer Jade! I am the man!”
Her body erupted again. Awesome pleasure pulsed through her.
“Aaaaaagghh!” Esmeralda cried. “Oh, so good.”
Mikey pulled out, and Esmeralda writhed atop the car, basking in the afterglow, when she was rudely yanked off the car and forced to her knees. The blonde grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to rise up on her knees. Mikey pushed his nasty, sticky cock in her face.
“Lick him clean, Ms Virtuous Superior Woman,” the blonde sneered.
“What? I don’t think so… Hhhmmmgghh,” she said, and was stifled and surprised when his cock thrust into her mouth as she spoke. Though shocked, her new body knew what to do. She was stunned to find herself actually sucking on his cock. And liking it. “Mmmmm.”
The blonde recorded it on video, and took some still shots as well. Of course. Esmeralda wasn’t really paying attention to her. Sucking and licking cock and balls took all of her attention and concentration. Why had she always thought of that act as disgusting? Seemed natural to her.
“Damn, she’s good,” Mikey said.
“She’s got talent,” the blonde said. “She’s really going to enjoy being the world’s newest celebrity sex-tape girl, though. Hahaha!”
“Hgh? Sex tape?” Esmeralda said groggily. She sat back on her legs and narrowed her eyes at them. “What do you…. Hey! Come back!”
Too late. The young couple took off running, laughing and calling back taunts. The witch watched them vanish into the darkness, still on her knees and panting heavily. Her mind was too scrambled to use magic, and her body was still quaking and weak from multiple orgasms. It was scary good, and another super heroine predicament she had just experienced.
“Whew! That was… amazing,” she said breathlessly. She pressed her hand against her lower belly, marveling at how it was still quivering. “Damn. I’m so horny I could put on a skimpy costume and go out to fight crime. Hahaha!”
Still panting, Esmeralda just knelt in the dark shadows of the alley, giving her spectacular body time to recover. Amazingly quickly, her body and her mind returned to normal. As she regained her mental facilities, the wicked witch started considering what the young couple said. They thought she was Jennifer Jade.
Esmeralda was not one to care about, much less keep up with, the shenanigans of the rich and privileged, but she knew the name Jennifer Jade. Ms Jade was the crème del la crème of Grimme City High Society. She was the reigning queen of business, politics, and goodie-two-shoe busybody philanthropists. In a word, Jennifer Jade embodied everything Esmeralda despised.
She considers herself a 'superior woman' as I recall, the wicked witch thought, smirking evilly. Miss Jennifer's reputation is spotless. She holds herself up as a role model of virtue. Her smirk turned truly wicked, as she thought, I could have so much fun humiliating that stuck-up uber bitch. It would be so much fun to utterly despoil her sterling reputation, drag her through the media gutter.
Chapter 3
Grimme City's premier super heroine and her sexy sidekick were on patrol near downtown. Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl were in the Patriot Mobile, slowly cruising down Delta Street, and the night club district, heading for the notorious Sugar Town red light district beyond. Unfortunately, a long, black limousine in front of them was slowing them down. They smiled in relief when it finally pulled towards the curb.
"Now we can do some good," Ms Patriot said.
Unfortunately, the limo's driver didn't pull all of the way over, so the limo still blocked the heroic duo. The two super heroines fumed, but said nothing. Challenging the driver in front of so many witnesses would only make them look bad.
"Holy doppelganger," Patriot Girl gasped out, then pointed at the dark-haired woman exiting the limo. "Is that… you?"
Ms Patriot's baby blues locked on the tall, busty beauty. They had the same shimmering black hair, curvaceous body and… Face.
"Make way for Jennifer Jade!" the doorman cried, clearing a path. The people were calling out "Jennifer Jade!" all around her. Everyone looked so excited, and the fake Jennifer looked so proud and haughty, so damned arrogant and self-possessed. She was dressed to impress — impress the worst kind of men. She wore the skimpiest, flimsiest of shimmering black mini-dresses, with a wide black belt and matching thigh boots. And lots of cheap, very shiny jewelry.
And worst of all, her whole outfit looked very cheap.
"She's stealing my iden… I mean, she's not the real Jennifer Jade," Ms Patriot said, glancing around to see if anyone was close enough to hear them. After checking traffic, she whipped around the limo and drove into a nearby alley, and parked. "Let's go find out who that is, and what she's up to."
"Up to no good, no doubt," Patriot Girl said, blue eyes narrowing behind her blue mask.
Instead of going in through the front door, the sexy super duo headed for the club’s back door, and entered through the club's kitchen. The kitchen staff stopped and stared at them as they passed through. There was a short corridor that exited out next to the long bar in the back of the club, near the DJ.
The music was loud and thumping, beating at Ms Patriot’s breast bone. Though it was more Patriot Girl’s generation’s music, it did call to so
mething deep and primal in her soul. Out on the dance floor, her doppelganger was dancing sultrily with a pair of young blondes, rubbing her spectacular body all over theirs.
She wanted to challenge the imposter, but felt it better to figure out what the "other" Jennifer was up to first. So Ms Patriot led Patriot Girl back down the corridor to a room with a nameplate that said SECURITY. She knocked and entered, closing the door quickly after Patriot Girl.
“Of course,” Patriot Girl sneered at the sight before her.
Ms Patriot turned to see three security men gawking at them. On the main monitor before them was the Jennifer Jade imposter. The security guards had zoomed in on her tits. Her face and tits filled the screen. The camera was obviously in the ceiling, so they were really looking down her cleavage.
“Mmmm,” Ms Patriot said, shaking her head with disapproval. “I see you found the person I’m interested in observing. How nice. Now, be so kind as to pull the camera back out to watch her at a more respectable distance.”
“You think Miss Jade is doing something illegal?” one of the men said.
Ms Patriot hesitated. She didn’t want to start any rumors about herself. Fortunately, she had a quick mind and a fertile imagination.
“Oh no,” the sexy super heroine said, stepping closer with a pleasant smile on her masked face. “I’m afraid my friend Ms Jade is needlessly endangering herself. I want to ensure no one takes advantage of her.”
“So some pretty girl pouring beer on her big titties and licking it off is okay, right?” one of them said, and pointed at the monitor.
“Oh,” Patriot Girl gasped.
“Oh Goddess,” Ms Patriot said, baby blues wide as she watched the beautiful redhead slowly licking deeper and deeper into fake Jennifer’s cleavage. The redhead’s hands came up and cupped those boobs, before starting to squeeze and caress them lovingly. Then a tall, bald black man danced up behind fake Jennifer, who started grinding her shapely butt into his crotch. “Oh no she isn’t!”
Fake Jennifer’s hands slowly slipped behind her, where she deftly unzipped the big man’s zipper, and pulled out a monster cock. Ms Patriot's jaw dropped when the man hiked up the imposter's skirt, and the raven-maned beauty bent over and guided his cock into her sex.
The two super heroines and three security men watched as the black man slowly but surely impaled the sexy beauty on his cock. The redhead scooped her tits out of her dress, and began sucking on her nipples. Fake Jennifer rolled her head back, and let the black man claim her glossy red lips in a passionate kiss, even as he fucked her long and hard from behind right there in the middle of the dance floor. In front of hundreds of witnesses.
“Hey, are you recording this?” Patriot Girl said, pointing at a bright flashing LED.
“Oh, no. We’d never do that,” one of the men said. “That… um… that light is malfunctioning. We have a service call logged. Don’t worry.”
Ms Patriot wasn’t a fool. That guard was lying through his teeth. But it didn’t matter. She could see the people surrounding fake Jennifer recording her misdeeds with their phone cameras. Her sexual misconduct would be well recorded and reported no matter what.
Only the world will believe it is the real Jennifer Jade misbehaving, Ms Patriot thought, her face heating up and hands starting to shake. I will be accused of wanton debauchery.
“Patriot Girl, let’s go have a little talk with our good friend,” Ms Patriot said.
The shapely duo in red, white, and blue quickly departed to the dance floor. They pushed through the crowd to the imposter’s side. She chose that moment to climax, rather loudly.
“Aaaaaagghhh,” faux Jennifer cried. “Oh, Tyrone, you are the man.”
“Jennifer, could we have a word with you in private?” Ms Patriot said.
“Oh poo, the party poopers have arrived,” the imposter said, and giggled with the others. “Someone take our picture together.”
Fake Jennifer moved between Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl, wrapping an arm around each of them. She pulled them in closer as cameras began flashing incessantly.
“Smile,” fake Jennifer said. “Say, ‘I’m a naughty girl.’”
“You are being very naughty,” Ms Patriot said through her bright smile, and without moving her lips. “Who are you?”
“Jennifer Jade,” Esmeralda said through equally immobile lips and teeth.
“Bull shit,” Patriot Girl said.
“Who are you?” Ms Patriot said. “I mean it. Tell us, or else.”
“I’m your worst nightmare,” Esmeralda whispered. She smiled with wicked glee. “Now I have you exactly where I want you.”
With that, Esmeralda cast a little spell, that sped up both arms and out her hands. Both super heroines stiffened as the spell hit them, was absorbed by their bodies as it raced up their nervous systems to their brains. Before they could say “super heroine” both shapely beauties were captured by Esmeralda’s magic.
Ms Patriot panicked, but couldn’t move. None of her muscles would respond to her wishes. It was like being a prisoner within her own body. She suspected Patriot Girl was experiencing the same predicament.
“Hey everyone, did you know that Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl are my bestest friends in all the world?” Esmeralda said, an evil twinkle in her eyes. “We’re the closest of bosom buddies. Buxom buddies, really.” She glanced down at her own naked tits, and then smiled at the crowd with wicked glee. “You can see my tits. You want to see theirs?”
“YES!” the crowd roared.
Sweet Justice, no! Ms Patriot thought.
"Show us your tits," Esmeralda said, wiggling her fingers in an arcane way. "Show us your naughty side."
Both super heroines gasped, stiffening. Ms Patriot tried to fight off the compulsion to obey. Her fertile mind went to some very sinister and dark places, afraid of what the witch had in store for them. It was obviously a trap, so the wicked witch was prepared.
The witch's magic proved too powerful. Ms Patriot felt her full red lips curl up into a sultry smile, even as her hands reached back, and then up under her waist-length black hair. Out the corner of her eyes she saw Patriot Girl’s red-gloved hands rise up and push her bikini top up over her firm, young tits. As the cameras began flashing faster, more frantically, Ms Patriot’s own red-gloved hands unzipped her bustier, and pulled it away. Goddess! She’s not satisfied with humiliating Jennifer Jade, this wicked woman is dragging Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl through the gutter as well.
“Kissy, kissy,” Esmeralda said, and Ms Patriot’s body turned to her.
As their matching glossy red lips met, melting into each other in a heady, erotic lipstick kiss, the wicked witch guided Patriot Girl’s face to her right tit. The sexy teenage sidekick began licking, nibbling, and sucking on that erect nipple.
“Mmmm,” the two raven-maned beauties moaned in unison.
Ms Patriot felt her spectacular body changing. Changing into a hot, horny mess. She felt flushed with heat, her breathing became increasingly difficult. Soon she was panting through her nose as she sucked face with her nemesis. The witch stroked the Champion of Justice’s silky soft skin, sending waves of intense magical power into the helpless heroine, stoking the fires of her fiery libido.
Too much, Ms Patriot thought, savoring the sensual delight of their lipstick kiss, and tangoing tongues. Her own red-gloved hand came up and caressed her partner’s soft cheek, while her other hand reached around to cup and fondle her partner's butt. Losing control. Can’t… fight… it… much… longer.
The witch's too-bold hands dropped down between the legs of Grimme City's most celebrated crime-fighting duo. The witch's touch was firm and sure, and she quickly located the heroines' clits. She rubbed hard through their skimpy costume shorts.
"Come for me," Esmeralda said, voice low and husky.
She spoke a short spell. Ms Patriot felt a surge of sexual energy rip into her from the witch's hand, surge through her overheated body, and push her to the very brink of climax.
The witch’s magic took first Patriot Girl, then Ms Patriot to just before the point of no return. That place between control and climax, that filled a girl with so much wonderful stress. And her magic held them there. Their highly charged bodies could not get relief, or back down from it. Both dangerously curvaceous heroines were soon trembling with the need to release. The wicked witch savored the sight of all intelligence bleeding from their lovely eyes, the once-heroic duo becoming her mindless sex slaves before the crowd.
After a few minutes, The witch started kissing Patriot Girl and had Ms Patriot suck tit. They did this for the crowd and the cameras for a good twenty minutes.
“As you all can see, it is as you all suspected,” Esmeralda declared to the crowd. “Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl are my BITCHES.”
A hand thrust between two young blondes in the encircling crowd. It was a male arm and hand. It slapped the bottom of Ms Patriot’s left tit, causing it to bounce sexily. The curvaceous Champion of Justice gasped, but did not respond otherwise, or even acknowledge it. So someone slapped her ass, even as another grabbed Patriot Girl’s right tit. Neither super heroine turned their attention from adoring the witch, their mistress.
“Hey, wait,” Esmeralda called, realizing the crowd had changed. Too late. Both super heroines were grabbed and yanked into the crowd. With her loss of physical contact, Esmeralda lost her absolute control over the sexy super duo. “I guess I pushed it too far. Lesson learned.”
Ms Patriot learned a different lesson. She had no defense against magical attack. And the horny crowd wasn’t going to give her time to rebuild her internal defenses. She was utterly helpless and vulnerable to exploitation, and the crowd was all about sexual gratification.