Powerwoman: Beginnings

Chapter 3.

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.

 

As Powerwoman relaxed, across town the criminal whose empire was Bayport seethed. Roger Valdez knew Powerwoman was hurting his business, which included a pretty take from the robberies that Powerwoman had thwarted since she began her reign.

            “What the fuck do you mean she escaped,” he screamed at the only one of the three men who survived the escape of Powerwoman, as he slapped his employee across the face.

            “Boss. Sorry, we thought the bitch was drugged. She wasn’t and escaped. Musta gotten to her power source or something.”

            “Something, I’ll show your ass something, Ron,” he screamed, punching the man so hard he flew across the room. Now, tell me something useful we can use against or you’re dead.”

            “Ah, ah. She had long brown, kind of reddish hair. Oh, oh yeah. She had a tattoo on her back. It had a small rose and with some kind of purple bird or somethum on her left shoulder blade.”

            “A tattoo, eh,” smiled Valdez. “What else?”

            “She must be a former druggie. She seemed to take to the speedball mix we gave her real good. Didn’t get sick or nothing. In fact, she was getting’ the shakes.”

            “Thanks, Miles. Now get the fuck outta here before I kill you,” ordered Valdez.

 

            Powerwoman waited a week before she began her patrols again. She was still partly traumatized by her brutal rape, and at times, she was thankful for the power the gem gave her because her mind would wander, even during a fight. It wasn’t something she could allow.  She had also concluded that her power from the jewel was finite. That after a certain period of time, the power was drained until the jewel recharged itself. She could feel the power start to ebb before it began to affect her powers significantly, so she was careful not to overextend herself.

            “Help…help…” came a scream from a distance. “Help…” Powerwoman quickly ran to a street, only to see a woman begin dragged out of a car a short distance away. It was dark but she could see a man, throw her to the ground and get into the car.

            “My God, he’s got a gun,” she said to herself as he shut the door and put his hand out of the window, ready to shoot the woman now lying on the pavement.

            “Not so fast…” Powerwoman said as she landed between the guys arm and the woman.

            “Blam…BLAM…” the gun exploded but Powerwoman only felt a prick as the bullets bounced off her.

            Before she could react, the thief gunned the car.

            “Are you ok?” she asked the stunned woman. “Yea…shaken up…but…”

            “Get to the sidewalk, I’ll be right back,” said Powerwoman as she ran and then leap, coming down on the back of the moving car. Powerwoman, slid off and put her feet to the pavement as she slowly stopped the car. The driver couldn’t believe his eyes, although he too had read about Powerwoman’s exploits. Now, here she was, holding up the rear of the car so it went nowhere.

            He surrendered, as Powerwoman cuffed him and dragged him back to where his victim was waiting.

            “Powerwoman, how can I replay you, if ever,” said the woman. “Just take care of yourself,” replied Powerwoman. “And tell people, I’m back.”

 

            April had just changed into street clothes after work, when the buzzer to her building rang. She looked at the video monitor and pressed the intercom.

            “Yes, what is it,” she asked.

            “Flowers, mam,” replied the deliveryman.

            “Flowers.” She buzzed the man in, signed for the flowers and read the card.

            “From an admirer,” it read. “Hmmmm…must be that new guy I went out with last week, Steve Richards, she thought. “I’ll have to give him a big thanks, next time we get together, she thought.

            She had met Steve when she was at a recent conference. He owned his own business and was looking for an accountant. After some chitchat he asked her out and the couple had dated a few times. She liked the former ex-Marine.  He kept in shape, had many interests and treated her well, although she hadn’t let him get much beyond first base yet.  April hadn’t always been that way with men, and she grimaced when she remembered her earlier life. She had slept with plenty of men and was trying to reestablish herself in Bayport as a professional, who didn’t sleep around with just anyone.

            Powerwoman was taking a night off. She was sitting on the couch watching some TV after dinner with Steve. The pair was talking, listening to music, the lights down low. Both had had a few drinks, so she wasn’t surprised when he leaned over and passionately kissed her.

            She put her arms around him, and could feel herself getting wet as they leaned further and further over and wound up next to each other on the couch. The pair made out, Steve careful not to press to much.

            Finally, April tugged at his zipper, pulled it down and grabbed his member. That was all the encouragement it took Steve to unfasten his belt and rip his pants off as April took her top and bottoms off, leaving both lying in their underwear.

            “Come on, let’s go into the bedroom,” whispered April as she smiled and took his hand.

            It was only moments before her bra and panties were off and the pair was wrapped around each other, kissing and suckling. April let him suck on her breasts, enjoying his passion as she felt his member. She was more than a little drunk as she felt him at the entrance of her labia, then with a gentle shove, felt him enter her. It was so different from the last time she had been fucked, by those horrible criminals, she thought. She enjoyed the experience as they fell into a rhythm, his shaft sliding in and out of her, gently touch her clitoris as both breathed harder and harder.

            April gasped as she felt herself shudder, then climax, her love juice flowing down his cock as he moaned. She could feel his penis throb inside of her as she felt him cum with her, together, her arms wrapped around him, her legs joined together at the ankles, pulling him tightly to her as he moaned and her muscles tightened, grabbing his cock and sucking the cum from him.

            After several orgasms, April laid back on the bed, smiling as the pair kissed, her legs wrapped around Steve, his cock throbbing inside of her.

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