Grimme City Heroines Down And Out Boxed Set: Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Series)

by Don Ship

  "On the contrary. Ms Patriot or Uber Woman might very well prove the quickest and easiest to break and train," Demi said. "They are the most arrogant, the most self-assured after many, many years of victories and success. If you broke them, shattered their self-image and reduced them to mewling sex kittens, they would be utterly shattered and completely open to suggestion and molding. Ms Patriot would be more slavishly devoted to you than say Patriot Girl, who is still unsure of herself to some extent."

  "Oh my," Erica said, envisioning Ms Patriot, Uber Woman, Purple Avenger, and Silver Angel as her obedient and devoted slaves. Then she glanced at the TV, currently on and tuned to the local News. A familiar and hated face filled the screen. Big blue eyes, silky blonde hair, full red lips, Tammy Thomas was a royal pain in her butt. Had been for years. Not super heroine pain in the butt, but a major pain nonetheless. Besides, Tammy had begun a very in-depth investigation into Erica's finances and businesses, with the goal of proving without a shadow of a doubt she was a criminal. And thus providing federal prosecutors with the evidence they need for a conviction. "What about her?"

  Demi glanced over at the TV. "Tammy Thomas? Yes, she shows all the classic signs of having the Valkyrie gene — extreme beauty, monster tits, narrow waist, flaring hips, and killer legs. She's also highly successful and at the top of her field, a common sign of an Valkyrie woman who has dedicated her gift to something and excelled. I've never heard of her dating, either. Another sign. A man would quickly tame her, and she knows it."

  "She might be a lesbian," Erica offered.

  "Any regular lover, male or female, will tame an Valkyrie woman. The only defense against virtual sexual slavery is abstinence."

  Suddenly, Erica was pleased she wasn't "blessed" with the Valkyrie gene. She'd hate to give up sex.

  "And if I wanted to test your theory on her, before I went after a real super heroine, how would you suggest I go about it?" Erica said.

  Demi looked at Tammy, then looked back at Erica. A sinister smiled slowly spread across her beautiful face as she handed Erica the foot long, silver vibrating dildo.

  "Here's what you do."

  Click! Click! Clicky-click!

  Tammy smiled, loving the way her Jimmy Choo, five inch stiletto pumps sounded in the underground parking garage. The white pumps matched her wide, cincher style belt and designer handbag perfectly. Her dress was a strapless sheath dress, with a very short skirt and plunging neckline. Fact was, her large, firm tits were more uncovered then covered, and they bounced and jounced sweetly as she strutted arrogantly along.

  Tammy clicked her remote, her white Mercedes Benz beeped, then the trunk popped open. She tossed her briefcase into the trunk and closed it. Finally, she slipped into the white leather driver's seat and buckled up. She paused to check her makeup in the rearview mirror, then turned the key.

  ROAR! Went the powerful personal luxury car.

  VVvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Went her driver's seat.

  "Oh!" Tammy squeaked, beautiful blue eyes wide in shock and surprise. She knew what it was. The gorgeous news anchor and investigative reporter had dealt with vibrators on a personal level, and professionally, too many times to not know what it was. She rather liked them, actually. As long as she was in control of it. Had a bunch of them at home, in the nightstand next to her bed. But this vibrator was different. She realized that within seconds. More powerful, and it hit her just right, faster and harder than any vibrator had in her life. It was like that vibrator was built just for her, attuned to her body and libido. It took all of five seconds, and Tammy was bowled over by her monster climax. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

  From twenty feet away, inside her limo, Erica watched Tammy's head roll back and heard her scream of ecstasy. She smiled as the super sexy reporter writhed and climaxed over and over, helpless to save herself. Within five minutes all of Tammy's windows were fogged up from her heavy panting. Erica signaled her driver and they left at that time.

  Erica missed it when the four off duty camera men heard her screams and gasps, opened her door and pulled her out. The mob boss might've enjoyed the way Tammy immediately started clutching at and sucking off the four men who had filmed her in studio for years, never imagining one day the gorgeous, haughty anchor woman would eagerly suck them dry.

  The men didn't understand how to keep an Valkyrie woman going, so she recovered after a while and shooed them away. After cleaning up, she checked her seat and figured out how to disable the cunningly installed vibrator. Then she drove home, running through a mental list of who might have the ability, means, and desire to humiliate her like that. The list was rather long.

  Tammy lived in the most exclusive luxury high-rise condos in Grimme City, owning the entire top floor. So she parked in her reserved spot, ensured her doors were all locked, and headed for the bank of elevators. She pressed the button for the twentieth floor penthouse, and the doors started to close. At the last second three black-masked men slipped inside.

  "Yikes!" she cried, seized before she understood she was even under attack.

  One of the masked men pressed a damp cloth over her mouth and nose. The heady smell of chloroform invaded her nasal cavities, scrambling her mind immediately. The other two men held her arms tightly, until she stopped struggling.

  They chloroformed her stupid, but not entirely out. She felt the elevator rising as they ripped her expensive dress off, leaving only the white corset-like belt and matching stilettos on her body.

  "Uuugggh," Tammy groaned as a thick, cold, metallic like dildo was thrust up her slippery wet pussy. The men laughed as one of them claimed her full, glossy pink lips in a passionate kiss, tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. The other two each grabbed a massive tit and started licking, kissing sucking, and otherwise savoring her magnificent mammaries. Then one of them turned on that insidious vibrator, and that same perfect vibration slammed into her pussy, deep, deep inside her this time….Vvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrr! It got an instant response, as in mind numbing orgasm. "Uuuuuugggghhhh!"

  The men hung on tightly as Tammy bucked and writhed, utterly lost in la-la land, totally consumed by her machinegun climaxes. She didn't know how long it lasted, but when that vibrator was pulled out she was sitting on her own white leather couch. Well, actually her ass was impaled on a very thick, long cock, belonging to a big man sitting on her couch. All he wore was a black mask. She had her back to him, bouncing up and down his thick shaft. His big hands were doing wonderfully wicked things to her bouncing tits. The masked man that pulled out the vibrator quickly took its place inside her sopping wet pussy

  "Who…ugh…who are…oooohhh, Goddess, help…are you?" Tammy panted, grunted and groaned out.

  "Secret admirers," the man reaming her ass whispered in her ear.

  "We just wanted to return some of the pleasure you give us every night as we watch you on the news," the man fucking her pussy said, and then claimed her luscious lips in a demanding kiss. Behind him, she spotted the third man. He was naked, but filming them with a video recorder. Her own personal camcorder, in fact.

  "Oh, Goddess!" she cried. "I…think…they are…going to…TAME ME! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiie! Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhmmmmmm!"

  The men didn't leave until after four in the morning. Tammy did what she was told, without thought or argument. One and all had a really, really good time.

  Tammy woke up to find herself sprawled across her coffee table, covered in dried sweat and cum. She sat up in a groggy daze, looking around at the mess. Articles of her clothing were scattered everywhere. There were obvious cum stains everywhere they'd fucked her over the long, long night — several places on the carpet and sofa, one of the chairs.

  "Someone thinks he can intimidate Tammy Thomas with a little forced sex and subjugation," Tammy said, beautiful blue eyes narrowing as her pretty, delicate hands unconsciously caressed her satiny soft belly, which was still quivering. "They are going to be in for a rude awakening. I'm made of stronger stuff than the average woman.
I am a superior woman."

  Besides fucking her ten times stupid, her attackers had also filmed most of it for whomever they worked for (she overheard vague references to "the boss") and they had riffled through her home office and taken her laptop. It didn't matter, she always saved everything on an USB drive, and they didn't find that. None of her ongoing investigations were crippled. Now, to figure out whom she had scared so much.

  She showered and got dressed. Tammy put on a white, shimmering silk dress, with a high hemline and neckline. It covered quite a bit for Tammy's taste, but left nothing to the imagination either. She put on white knee boots and gold jewelry. Then she headed off for work. Normally, she didn't go to work so early, but she had to have her office desktop PC to start going over her investigations and try and determine who was after her.

  Being no one's fool, she checked her driver's seat and found it booby trapped again, with the same vibrator setup. She disabled it and left, quite proud and smug. Halfway to the studio Tammy made her regular stop at Starbucks. Since it was during rush hour, the place was packed. She went to the end of the line and waited. She had time.

  When she got about halfway to the counter, someone behind her slipped something up and between her shapely legs.

  "What the…?!?!" Tammy gasped, glancing down in surprise. Whatever it was, it was cold and hard, and hidden from her view by her own silky skirt. Then — Vvvrrrrrr! And the wicked vibrator was laid against her waxed pussy. Her body changed instantly. Liquid heat filled her belly, white hot and demanding. "Uuugghhh! No! Ohhhh!" And her eyes crossed, her full lips parted slightly, and…she…CLIMAXED. "Aaaaiiiieeee! Oh! Great Goddess of…..Uuuuuuuuuuuggggghhhhh!"

  That vibrator scrambled her brains, sending her body into multiple orgasms. In less than a minute Grimme City's most watched and beloved TV reporter was on her knees, hands pressed to her quaking, climaxing lower belly. A look of awe and wonder on her beautiful face. Then a man stepped in front of her, unzipped and pulled out his dick. Tammy didn't hesitate.

  "Mmmmmm," Tammy groaned, sucking in that firm cock as one hand wrapped around the base and stroked him. Seconds later, the vibrator was pushed up her cunt, held in place by her white silk thong, while the man holding the vibrator thrust his hard cock up her butt. "Uuuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhh."

  The customers were soon half lined up for coffee, half lined up for Tammy. After an hour the vibrator was taken away, making her feel empty and unloved. But the customers lifted her up, laid her across a bistro table, facing up, and left her head and legs hanging off opposite sides. Then the two lines took up position and started getting upside down blow jobs and some really sweet pussy gang-bang action.

  Tammy wasn't sure how long she was double-teamed like that, but after a couple hours management broke it up, she was taking in back, and fucked some more by the staff. Then she was given a free large coffee and sent on her merry way.

  "Nine fifteen?" Tammy said, pushing tousled blonde hair out of her face as she sat in the driver's seat and stared at the dash clock. "I was in there almost three hours. Oh, I owe someone BIG TIME. I will have my vengeance, too."

  She turned the key, the engine roared and Vvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrr! The seat vibrator was reconnected.

  "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

  Erica and Demi were enjoying a nice dinner when the evening news came on. Erica turned up the volume and they watched Tammy Thomas read the news with professionalism and empathy. She really looked like she cared about all those poor victims. Then halfway through the news, while they had a close up of Tammy's gorgeous face, Erica pushed a button.

  Half a city away, a vibrator disguised as a seat cushion erupted with intense vibration. Vvvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Erica smirked as she watched Tammy's monologue stutter to a stop, her big blue eyes cross, and full, glossy pink lips part and emit a long soulful, "Uuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

  Erica heard Demi groan softly, too. The evil scientist looked highly aroused, but quickly recovered and glared hatefully at Tammy after a moment.

  Turning back to the TV, Erica was surprised to see they were still broadcasting. Tammy was still sitting there, reveling in her machinegun orgasms. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back and back arched at she pawed at her own spectacular tits and groaned wantonly. She stayed on the air until she managed to rip her top down, exposing a lacy white bra.

  When they went to commercial, Erica pressed the remote and switched to a secret closed circuit TV inside Tammy's office. Moments later Tammy was dragged into that office by the elderly, very angry station manager. She was clearly still highly aroused and dazed. He yelled at her a few seconds, then seemed to realize her emotional state.

  "Oh, sweet," Erica smirked. He pulled out his cock, and Tammy grabbed hold and started sucking without prompting. "I think she is almost broken."

  "Yes," Demi said. "She is responding very well, and very quickly to the vibrator. I wouldn't be surprised if she climaxed just hearing the vibrator."

  They watched as Tammy sucked off her boss, then laid across her desk and spread her shapely legs wide. Her boss stepped up and mounted her with enthusiasm. After the station manager exhausted himself fucking her, she spent the next few hours on her knees and back as man after man came, fucked her, and left.

  Erica was, of course, recording every second of it for later broadcast on the internet. Yes, Erica Sambino was very pleased.

  "Goddess Freya! What's come over me?" Tammy whispered, staring at herself in the mirror. She'd just spent half an hour in the shower, scrubbing off more cum and sweat. She pushed damp blonde locks out of her face and looked her statuesque body over in the slightly foggy mirror. "Sometimes being Valkyrie is a distinct disadvantage."

  "Yes," Erica said from the door.

  "What?!?" Tammy cried, startled and spinning around. Erica was standing in the door, wearing all black leather: thigh boots, mini-shirt, bustier, and bolero jacket. Her black gloved hands held a foot long gold vibrator. "You! You are behind all those vile dildo attacks!"

  "Duh," Erica said, and laughed. "I think you should drop your investigation of me and my associates."

  "On the contrary, I think I need to redouble my efforts," Tammy snarled. "I obviously have you worried and back on the ropes if you're taking such desperate steps to stop me."

  "On the contrary, what I've been doing to you is merely a test for an upcoming project," Erica said, smirking. "You being an Valkyrie bitch only made it more convenient, and fun."

  "Well, your fun is over," Tammy said, blue eyes flashing, fists clenched. "Get out of my home."

  "Ah, defiant to the bitter end," Erica said, shaking her head woefully. Then she smirked again, holding up the vibrator. She enjoyed the way Tammy's eyes went wide at the sight of the dildo shaped vibrator. The sexy investigative reporter even swallowed hard and pressed her thighs together like maybe she was feeling some erotic pleasures she was ashamed to acknowledge. "Though, maybe it's not exactly the bitter end for you. After all, bitches in heat are enjoying themselves, right?"

  Click! Vvvvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

  "Nnnnooooooooooooo!" Tammy cried, her body going instantly to climax. She dropped to her knees, one hand dropping to cup her throbbing pussy and the other cupping her tingling tits. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

  Erica's stiletto heels clicked loudly in the bathroom as she sauntered over to the climaxing blonde. She seized her damp, blonde tresses and pulled her to all fours, then stepped behind Tammy and ….shoved that vibrating dildo straight up the reporter's quivering, sopping wet pussy.

  "Uuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Goooooodddddddeeeeeeessssssss!"

  Erica dragged Tammy out of the bathroom, forcing her to crawl on all fours to her own bed. There were ten mob goons and a spectacularly shapely and beautiful blonde woman waiting in the bedroom.

  The two women watch as Erica's goon took the super sexy blonde reporter three at a time. And no one fucked with more passion and enthusiasm
than Tammy. She was super aroused, and even more eager to please. They fucked her until the sun came up, then left her unconscious and sprawled spread eagle atop her own bed.

  Uber Woman stood before the mirror in her legendary white and pink costume: White mask, midriff-baring bustier, choker, and thigh high boots. Her skimpy, high-cut short-short and opera gloves were pink. All of all, and most important, her silver tiara that sat above her mask, with an enchanted pink gemstone. It was her Object of Power, that let her tap into the Otherworld and have super powers.

  "Time to teach Erica Sambino a lesson in respect," she muttered, her beautiful face clouding up with anger. "That mob bitch is going down tonight!" She raised her right fist high, "Tonight, Erica will taste the vengeance of Uber Woman!"

  The super sexy super heroine whirled around and marched across her condo to the balcony. Then without a word or thought, she leapt up and flew away. It was midday. High noon. The perfect time for a showdown.

  Uber Woman streaked high overhead, heading for Erica Sambino's sprawling estate at the edge of Grimme City. But as she approached, she noticed Erica's limo below. The beautiful Boss of Bosses was heading into the city. Uber Woman grinned with wicked delight, and began a power dive.

  The beautiful super heroine timed it perfectly. Just as the long, black limo stopped at a stop sign, Uber Woman dropped down in front of them. She heard the driver and bodyguard gasp. She winked at their started faces, reached down and grabbed the front bumper. Then the statuesque super heroine FLIPPED the limo completely over.

  "Bet they didn't see that coming," Uber Woman said, chuckling darkly.

  The driver and bodyguard rolled out of the upside down limo. They were shaken, but not out by any measure. She grabbed the bodyguard by the left arm, spun him around, and hurled him across the intersection. He landed in a water filled ditch and lay there writhing and groaning.