Powerwoman: Beginnings

Chapter 2.

By Allen

 

As usual, this story contains graphic violence that may offend some.  If you’re one of them, don’t read it.  Any similarities to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

 

 

            Over the next several weeks, April went into the country and performed one trick after another, trying to determine the extent of her powers. She was almost invincible. Her strength was almost unlimited and her skin was invulnerable to anything as long as the jewel was near. Once she removed it from herself, she was normal again.  She also fashioned a costume for herself. To properly fight crime, she must had a costume and a mask so that she could maintain as near a normal life as possible while fighting crime. Her costume consisted of a black cat suit, with a plunging neckline which revealed a nice cleavage, a domino mask, and was complemented with boots and gloves. It also had a white and blue P that went from the middle of her costume at her chest to her stomach. She also took a cue from the comic books and made herself a small belt equipped with rope, smoke bombs and some other neat tricks. However, there wasn’t much she needed since she also discovered she could jump several stories, so while she could not fly, she could leap quite well.  As for the jewel, she attached it right at the point of her plunging neckline, between her breasts where she could always feel the power throughout her as she battled the city’s criminals.

            April stood in front of the mirror and admired herself. Her costume looked great. She had made it herself and was ready for her first night as she stood in her costume, save for the mask. She stubbed out the last of her cigarette, got to quit, she said to herself again, and put the mask on. She took a private elevator to her building’s roof (she owned the building, good investment) and stood on the top of the three story building and leapt down. Powerwoman was ready for patrol.

            It didn’t take long to find trouble. A couple were being mugged as she head a cry.

            “Who do you think you are?” she screamed as she appeared about 10 feet away as they beat the man.  The woman was lying in the alley, obviously hurt as Powerwoman advanced.

            “Well, what do we have her, another bitch who wants it? You’re going to get it now, bitch. We’ll teach you to mind your manners, Mom,” one of the thugs sneered as he advance on Powerwoman. “I’m going to like cutting you up, bitch” as he plunged the knife toward Powerwoman’s heart.

            “Hold it right there, sonny,” said Powerwoman, grabbing the man’s wrist and kicking him hard.

            “Ugghhhh…” he grunted as Powerwoman sent him flying to the cement.

            As Powerwoman turned she took a hit to the jaw, with sent her falling backwards and onto the pavement. She lay thee in shock for a moment. As she did the second man plunged his knife down onto her hard, right between her chest.

            “There. That ought to teach you a lesson, bitch,” hissed the second man, confident of his victory.

            “Not so fast. Where you going, pal,” said Powerwoman getting up.

            There was a lot of fear in his eyes as he looked at Powerwoman. He knew he had clearly stabbed her, but here she was, not a mark on her.

            Powerwoman quickly ran to him and after a couple hard punches he lay on the ground moaning.

            “Come on, you two need some help to get outta here,” she said to the couple. “Let’s go,” as she helped the man and woman to their feet. “By the way, I’m Powerwoman and I’m here to help people like you,” she said as the three left.

           

            The next day, there was an article in the paper about the mysterious Powerwoman and how this couple claimed she had helped them. They claimed she had some type of superpower, although the reporter clearly didn’t believe it. April read the paper as she soaked in her sunroom hotub and thought to herself, Powerwoman is born!

 

Over the next few months, April went on patrol for several hours a night, stopping muggings, robberies and all manner of crime. The police could never quite get to a scene in time to interview her, but there were dozens of reports on TV and in the paper about the mysterious Powerwoman and her special powers.

April had not yet found a limit to her powers, but used them cautiously.

Powerwoman was finishing her patrol. It had been a particularly long night.  She had stopped about four muggings and it was now 4am. She had even faced down an entire gang of about seven young toughs and she felt tired. Odd, she thought to herself. Must be just the long night as she neared her apartment building. Just then she heard it, a tinkling, like the sound of glass being broken.

            “Sound like someone’s breaking into Mr. Harsen’s jewelry shop,” she thought, as she came up the alley. The door was open as she could heart two voices arguing about what to take.

            “Stop, in the name of Powerwoman,” she shouted as she appeared in the store before the two crooks.

            “Powerwoman? Here,” stuttered one of the men, obvious that he had heard of her.

            “The same,” she said confidently. “Now, give yourselves up. It’s been a long night and I don’t feel like fighting.”

            She barley had the words out when she was struck from behind on the head with such force she gasped and fell down. She had committed a cardinal error. She had assumed there were two crooks, when in fact, there had been three in the store. She shook her head in amazement as she staged to her feet. Can’t be….” She thought as both men grabbed her and began punching her and the third joined in.

            “No…” she said sternly as she threw one man against the wall hard and the other off her.

            She turned to face the third assailant, but before she could react he punched her in the gut with a tire iron. “UMMMPPHHHH” she gasped, out of breath as she doubled over in shock. She could feel the energy draining from her. Powerwoman had wondered if the jewel that gave her power had unlimited power. Now, she knew it didn’t but it was to late. “What’s happening?” she thought to herself, stunned. This had never happened before. She felt pain and not nearly as energetic as she had been only moments before.

            The other two men quickly joined in and began to pummel Powerwoman, with fierce jabs to the stomach and face.

            “Please…stop….please….” she begged for her life as blood dribbled from a cut on her mouth. She stumbled forward, as her legs collapsed, and she sprawled on the pavement, trying to crawl away even as the men grabbed her.

            “Come on, let’s cut her up, show all these superhero types a lesson,” said the largest of the three.

            “Good idea, but first, let’s teach her a lesson she’s never forget,” said one of the men, a short one with the large scar.

            The one with the scar whipped out a knife, as Powerwoman’s eyes grew wide with terror. She knew this was the end of her two month long crime fighting career.  But instead of stabbing her, scar cut her catsuit from the chest down, while the others removed her boots and gloves.

            “Hey, what’s with this jewel,” said one of the men.

            “Don’t mess with it. Looks like costume jewelry, it’s certainly nothing we’d want to fence,” he said, throwing the top with its jewel into a nearby heap of what remained of Powerwoman’s clothes.

Despite her struggles, she was soon stark naked save for her mask.       Please…anything you want…please,” WHAP, the one with the scar gave her a hard slap across the face.

            “Now shut the fuck up and quit whining or we’ll kill you here and now, Powerwoman.”

            “I get her first, boys since I was smart enough to keep quiet while you two were yapping,” said scar. Now hold her to the floor and spread her legs,” he commanded.

            “No….please….no!…..anything…” said Powerwoman as she struggled as the two men held her to the floor, her legs spread revealing her dark brown, finely trimmed snatch.

            Scar unzipped himself, kneeled down before one of the world’s most powerful women (as of a while ago) and entered her as the other two held her legs apart. She bucked wildly, her eyes wide with fear as she felt the mans penis enter at, then he jammed it up into her.

            Powerwoman screamed, her mind flooded with agony as she felt him enter her all at once.

            Scar showed no mercy as he pushed himself up into her and began to pound her with his pelvis, shoving his member in and out of Powerwoman as she lay there, whimpering. It took but a few minutes for him to seize and deposit his load deep inside of Powerwoman.

            “Come on, my turn, my turn,” said the larger man, who quickly unzipped his pants and repeated the process.

            Powerwoman was mercessly raped several times, her screams only served to heighten the excitement of the trio of thugs, before they loaded her into a nearby van and drove off with her. She lay in the back of the van, semen oozing from her vagina, welts abounding on her body. April was in shock and she lay in the van naked, save for her mask. They brought along her costume for a souvenir.

            Powerwoman awoke on a bed, as the men watched TV. Her insides hurt from the rapes and the beatings. Her mask was still on, but she was naked.

            Powerwoman, I see you’re awake, said the one man with the Scar. Let me introduce myself. They call me Scar,” as he and the other two laughed.

            Powerwoman had heard of him. He was a big time dope dealer and involved in just about everything in Bayport.

            I want to make sure you don’t try and escape and I, of course, wonder why you didn’t kick our asses back there. I figure it has something to do with a pill or power which you lost for the moment, so we’re going to make sure you’re docile as a kitten,” he said, brandishing a needle. “This mixture of speed, coke, and meth  should do just the trick,” as he plunged the needle into her arm.

            Powerwoman tried to struggle, but could not stop the needle from injecting into her arm. She was terrified. April had lived a full life and, had at one point, been addicted to meth.  She had barley managed to kick the habit before it almost cost her her life and had long struggled with her addictions.

            A few moments later she looked back at the trio with glassy eyes. The drug was taking effect and she felt great. She felt on top of the world, but also didn’t care about Powerwoman or escape at the moment.

            She smiled back at Scar as he dropped his pants and ordered the men out of the room.  She looked down as his rock hard dick as she felt a tear drop down the side of her cheek. She knew what she was doing was wrong and tried to resist, but Scar began sucking a breast, then began to kiss her neck. It was over. She could never resist that part of her sweet spot and groaned as Scar entered her. Powerwoman was unable to resist as he slid up into her and began to stroke her clit with a free hand.

            “No….pleasassee…”she mumbled semi coherently. “Nooo……” she said although she already felt the coming orgasm building. It didn’t take long as he fucked her and kissed her neck, behind her ear.

            “NO…..oohhhhhhhhh…..please….noooo…yesss…..can’t……” she moaned as she stopped and felt the orgasm wash over her. It was like trying to stop a locomotive as she screamed in surrender. “Ohhhhhhhh…….yeeeessssssss….” as she arched her back and felt his seed enter her.  Powerwoman lay there, screaming as Scar grabbed and then removed her mask.

            “I want to see your face as I come inside of you, Powerwoman,” he smiled, as he grabbed the side of her mask and ripped it off her face.

Powerwoman, April, was now totally naked, her face revealed for the first time. She didn’t care as she came over and over, and she grabbed his back, bringing him to her at the moment of ecstasy.

             When Scar was done, he looked at her face in contentment. Powerwoman was finished as her glassy eyes looked back at him. He could feel her still trembling, and his cock could feel her heart beating as he lay on top of her, still inside her, her labia clasped around him.

            “No..don’t go,” she cried as he pulled out of her. “You have two more of my men waiting,” he said smiling as he got up.

            “No…please…” she begged as the larger man entered.

 

            Hours later Powerwoman lay on the bed. The men were all back in the room as she laid there, naked and maskless. She was coming down from the drugs but was shaking, she knew, as a result of her old addiction. She had to get her mind off the yearing for drugs.

            “Hey, any of you guys have a cigarette,” she asked.

            “Yeah, sure,” said the youngest of the three, clearly startled to see a superheroine who wanted a smoke as he produced a cigarette.

            Powerwoman took it as he lit it and she inhaled deeply, hoping the smoke would quiet her other lust.

            She smoked while the three huddled in the room, not wanting her to overhear whatever it was they were saying.   She finished her smoke and lay there. Her one leg was chained to the wall, making it impossible for her to get to her costume and jewel.

            “If only I could get to my jewel, I might have a chance. Got to figure out…” she was interrupted as Scar came over.

            “You are such a good fuck, we’ve decided to keep you alive a while longer,” said Scar. “But we really aren’t taking any chances you’ll escape so…” he smiled as he produced another needle. “Tah, dah, Powerwoman and enjoy your trip,” laughed as he injected her again.

            It was only seconds before the drug took effect again. Powerwoman was sailing and she didn’t care as she smiled back at the men.

            “Men, I think it’s time to have another round with Powerwoman,” said Scar as the other two cheered him on.

 

LATER:          

 

Powerwoman finished her cigarette, as her hands trembled. She needed another hit and would do almost anything for it.  In the back of her mind, she also knew she needed to escape.

            “Please….”she mumbled, trying to appear stoned. “Got to go to the bathroom, really bad.”

            “Scar, what about the bathroom? The broads gotta go,” said the one called Ron.

            “She still stoned?” asked Scar.

            “Yea, higher an a kite, still.”

            “Ok, but watch her.”

            Ron, undid the chain with a key and began to lead her out of the room, past her bundle of clothes.

            Powerwoman prayed her jewel still had some power, or somehow had reenergized itself as she stumbled and fell on top of the heap, quickly feeling for the jewel.

            Instantly, she felt the power go through her. She got up and followed Ron to the bathroom, wanting to make sure she was fully energized, although she was still somewhat high.

            As she got to the bathroom, she turned and cold cocked Ron, sending him down to the floor, out cold.  Naked, she quietly opened the door and walked in, holding her jewel.

            “Oh, Scar. Come to mama,” she roared as the two men turned and stared at her.

            “I’ll kill you, broad,” hissed Scar coming toward her. He got no further as Powerwoman struck him hard, slamming him into a wall, breaking his neck. The third man tried to run. He ran down the hall and out an exit door. Despite being naked, Powerwoman followed as the pair struggled on a fire escape. He tried to swing at her and missed, lost his balance and fell three stories to the ground below.  April quickly gathered what remained of her clothes and some men’s clothes and made her way back to her apartment.

 

            She lay in the hot tub that night, while reflecting on the events of the past few days.  She grabbed another cigarette, and her hands trembled as she tried to light it. She took a deep inhale as she closed her eyes. She might be Powerwoman, but she wondered if she could resist the lure of her old life as she lay in the hot tub.


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