Powerwoman - The Second Coming

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It had been a long night for Powerwoman. The 42-year old superheroine had broken up two muggings and stopped a gangfight. It was 3 a.m. and in just a few hours her alter-ego, Karen Stone had to be at her teaching job at a local community college.

Like the previous Powerwoman, from whom she had taken her name, Karen was older, wiser and a first class crime fighter. She thought back to the first Powerwoman, April Wilde. She had met a terrible end, being forced to take drugs by a cartel, impregnated, her emaciated body, or what was left of it, raped and thrown out of a speeding car partially naked and eight months pregnant in front of police headquarters. She died en route to the local hospital. Citizens were shocked but sales of the DVD’s of her being unmasked, taking drugs and having group sex had sold millions.

As she undressed in front of her mirror she admired herself. Rock solid body, 36-D cup breasts, long brown hair, with a grew grays beginning to appear. She had on a red white and blue mask, and like the once popular Solar Woman, had a costume that was blue and white and skin tight. Unlike Solar, the bullet-proof costume covered all her assets up to her neck but being skin-tight also left little to the imagination about what type of body Stone had to offer.

She removed her boots and gloves, then found the hidden zipper and unzipped the front of her costume, her chest spilling out in all its glory. The zipper continued down to her pubic area where one could just see a nice, brown landing strip. She threw off the costume, then removed the mask. Naked, she checked her email, then went into her another chamber in her secret room. It contained what appeared to be a tanning bed, but the device was the source of her power. Once she got in and lowered the upper part of the device and locked it, it would turn on, slowing recharging her cells and giving her super strength ability for another 24 hours as she slept.

The next night, Powerwoman crouched down looking at a nearby home where meth was reportedly being manufactured. Meth has become a terrible problem in Delta City and Powerwoman was determined to put a dent in the supply. She studied the home for a couple hours, noting the comings and goings while trying to estimate the people in the home. She didn’t want any children to get hurt, if there were any, nor did she want any surprises despite her invulnerability.

Running, she approached the house and smashed through a window in the living room. Immediately, she was hit by gunfire from two semi-automatic weapons, which would have been enough to kill almost anyone else. She kicked the weapon out of the large man holding it, and took him down with a swing to his head. He was out cold. The woman grabbed a knife and came at her, her eyes wild, snorting. She was obviously a meth-head thought Powerwoman, as she quickly over powered the woman with her martial arts knowledge and tied her up. As she want into the kitchen she spied the meth. Batches of it cooking and went over to examine it. WHAM..Powerwoman was struck in the head by a baseball bat, and knocked down. While she was strong, she wasn’t invulnerable. A slow, large weapon like a bat could actually do more damage to her than smaller but faster bullets. She healed quickly but could still be surprised.

She fell and rolled, just as a butcher knife slammed into the floor where her chest would have been. She brought her feet up and landed a shot right in the nuts of the male drug dealer she had neglected to see and he crumped.

“Bitch,” he moaned. “I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you.”

“Not today, you won’t” replied Powerwoman as she took out her cell phone to summon the cops.

Just then a very large, well built man slammed into her, surprising her and knocking her against the cabinets face first. He grabbed her head and slammed it full force into the cabinet again, cracking it. Powerwoman was seeing stars as she elbowed him in the fact.

“Arrggghhhh” he screamed as Powerwoman turned and landed a haymaker to the man’s stomach. He fell backward onto a table and it collapsed as Powerwoman watched.

“Big boy, you gotta bring more than a little muscle to take down Powerwoman,” she grinned.

He began to get up as Powerwoman watched, unconcerned with this lumbering giant.

He came out her again but instead of throwing a punch he threw a fistful of meth at her as he kicked her stomach.

“Uffffff…” Powerwoman cried, catching her breath. Suddenly, she felt light headed. She could hardly focus as the giant smashed her several times. He lifted her up by her costume at the chest, smiling as he sat her on the counter and reached for her mask. Powerwoman, had found a pipe wrench on the counter and swung fast at her assailant, smashing it into his ribs repeatedly. Finally he went down, as she sat there, trembling and unsteady.

Powerwoman staggered home, driving carefully in her souped up Mazda spider. She quickly undressed and got into her bed chamber, hoping to catch a few hours slumber before another day at the office.

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yummy! Loved the previous PowerWoman stories and this one is starting off nicely as well!
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Nice start. As usual, very entertaining. I'm looking forward to where this goes.
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You know, I don't know for sure. I have some ideas, but a real direction? I kind of make it up as I go along. I always welcome more ideas, especially from a guy like Dr.Dominator whose story about Supergirl and Wonder Woman is one of my all time favs.
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Part two is already done and will be posted soon.
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Carlos Montoya smiled in his bunker control room. Montoya was the drug lord of lords of Delta City. He ruled the drug trade from the top, and as such, unlike many of his competitors he embraced modern technology to run his business.

Unknown to Powerwoman, the drug house bust was a trap. It cost Montoya money, but the end result was worth the price – getting rid of Powerwoman. The current Powerwoman had been at it for almost ten years and he was tired of her interfering his business. Powerwoman had even put him in prison once for a couple years before an appeal got him out.

Now, he watched Powerwoman slowly drive out of the city from a drone high above her car. It turned and turned, stopped to make sure she wasn’t being followed before disappearing into the side of a hill not far from a mansion owned by a company controlled by a woman called Karen Stone.
“Got ya bitch,” he cried as he clapped his hands gleefully. “Now, got to find out about this Karen Stone,” he thought to himself as he began tapping on keys. Within minutes he had her photo and no doubt, she looked very similar to Powerwoman. Same height, but this woman was blonde with short hair, Powerwoman had long black hair, but the same mouth. A wig, he thought. Full time community college instructor, widowed, once married to a tycoon, thus the mansion.

“Oh, I am so going to destroy you Karen Stone,” Montoya thought as he began to formulate his plan.

As Karen Stone lay sleeping in her special chamber bed, her cells being recharged for her near invulnerability, she had no idea what lie in store for her.
The next night the Power car burst out of the hillside bound for downtown and another patrol night. Karen was behind the wheel as she sped toward town at 80 + miles per hour, never aware that a drone was watching and recording her every move.

Meantime, at her mansion, Montoya had employed a specialist whose only job was to break into high security homes. He easily overpowered the security system and Montoya slipped into the Stone mansion, roaming it’s halls at will.

He had already figured out from the drone’s heat signatures that Stone must have a special access from her bedroom so he went there first, searching everything and taking photo after photo.

“Hmmm…interesting bed,” he noted, looking at the bed that resembled a tanning bed. He opened it, took photos of it, even got into it. He quickly guessed it may be a source of Stone’s powers as he looked further. He laughed at the sight of a teddy bear on her bed as he formulated his plan. After a few minutes of searching, he accessed the special room where Stone storied her extra outfits.

“Ahhh…my Powerwoman. I have waited so long for this minute. To see who the real Powerwoman is,” he smiled as he took more photos. Then, he called the elevator waited, and took it down to Powerwoman’s liar.

“Whoa…no wonder this bitch is so good,” he said aloud, looking around at a bank of computers and weapons. He sat down at a nearby computer and discovered the system had a major vulnerability…apparently Powerwoman never thought he lair would be violated thus did not put any passwords on her computer. Montoya spent the next hour looking through all the information on Stone’s activities, his own information, and even info on Delta City’s other heroines.

“I can put these bitches all out of business in one fell swoop,” he thought. Gotta love superheroines, never think they’re going to lose as he inserted a thumb drive and copied the entire c drive of Stone’s system.

Then he put a virus into her system and coded it so he could remotely activate the virus anytime he wanted.
“I’ll erase her entire system and screw it up so bad she won’t be able to use the computer. In fact, it will trace all links in case it links up with these other bimbo heroines.”

Montoya took more photos, used the elevator to go upstairs, sent it back down and then put a bug in Stone’s security system so he had his own secret passcode he could use to enter her home anytime.
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nice followup - maybe they can alter her bed to brainwash her or make her insatiably horny instead of invulnerable.
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Powerwoman –Second Coming Pt. 3
Over the next week Montoya went at his plan to destroy Powerwoman and Karen Stone methodically. He went back into Stone’s home and planted a camera in the teddy bear on her bed so he could watch her from there and planed several other small pinhole cameras around her home along with microphones.

Then one night while she was out being Powerwoman, he slipped into her mansion. He had already had some contractors working for him look over the tanning like bed that Karen Stone used to restore her powers each night. He made a few adjustments to the wires leading to the bed and quickly left.

“Oh Powerwoman, paybacks are gonna be a bitch,” he told one of his men as they left through the front door.

The next day, after Karen Stone had left for work, Montoya slipped into Karen Stone’s home again but this time, he re-wired the bed again. He wanted to see if it could transfer the powers it gave her, to himself.

“Time to see if this really works,” he thought as he took his clothes off save for a pair of boxer shorts and slipped onto the soft surface of the bed, then pulled the top over him and turned on the switch. He lay there for several hours not feeling much and when he finally emerged from the chamber, swore.

“Fucking thing, doesn’t friggin work,” he said to no one as he got dressed. He went into Stone’s secret compartment and then took the elevator down to Powerwoman’s private lair.

“Shit,” he screamed, slamming his hand into a support beam which immediately bent. “What the fuck, what the fuck,” he wondered aloud. “So, this fucking thing does work!” He immediately took the elevator upstairs and went back to the bed for another few hours. His staff has ensured that Karen Stone was invited to a professional get-together for her colleagues that night, so she would not be home early.
Later that night….

Powerwoman had gotten great intel from one of her sources who had sent her an email that Montoya himself would be at the scene of a drug transfer that night. It was simply too good to pass up, she thought as she looked at the scene.

Montoya and his goons were transferring bags of coke, heroin and meth from a truck to several cars. As they did Powerwoman leapt down from her second story perch, landing near the men. A swift kick and she took one out, then the next, ducked, took another goon, rolled away from another and a few judo moves took out another.

“Time to call it a night boys. If you’re smart you’ll stop now before one of you really gets hurt,” she said from a typical Powerwoman stance.
Several of Montoya’s men were moaning as he approached her. “Look Powerwoman, if there some way we could make a deal. You know, you leave us alone and we cut you in?” he asked.

“And have to deal with the likes of you, Montoya. No thanks. I have you guys red-handed. You’re going down,” she laughed. Montoya came toward her, throwing a haymaker as he did which she easily stepped aside and then, kicked his legs from underneath him, sending the drug lord crashing to the ground.

Little did she know it was all part of the plan.

“Ready to give up, Montoya. It’s late and I want to get home,” she said arrogantly.

Montoya brought his leg up, right into her vagina and gave it a massive kick.

“Hmmmphhhh..” was all Powerwoman could say as her knees buckled and she put an arm out to stop her from hitting the ground.
Montoya was up in a flash. And he smiled as Powerwoman stood up, a little unsteady.

“What the hell is happening to me?” she thought as she regained her senses. She has going to make Montoya pay for catching her off guard.
She quickly brought her feet up as she turned and gave him a sound kick to the head. Montoya should have gone down, but instead, as she stopped her turn he struck her hard to the gut, several times in quick succession, breaking some ribs as she fell back.

“My God, what happened,” her mind screamed. For the first time in her ten year career, Powerwoman was scared.

“What’s the matter? Not so powered tonight,” taunted Montoya. Powerwoman had had enough. Time to end this before I get into any more trouble, she vowed to herself.

The pair traded one punch after another, her punches barely making an impact, while Montoya was just playing with her. Powerwoman did not realize that Montoya was just using up more of her energy, enjoying what was about to come. Suddenly, Powerwoman grabbed him by the throat; he head butted her, sending stars into her brain as she shook her head. She led with a right hook which he expected, grabbed her hand and took it up and behind, dislocating her shoulder.

“Arrgghhhhh” Powerwoman screamed from the pain. Then Montoya hit her ribs and gut, again and again, battering America’s most powerful superheroine until she collapsed on all fours.

“Oh…my God…” Powerwoman moaned, unable to comprehend what had just occurred.

She stood up, breathing hard, legs wobbly as she punched Montoya. He absorbed her punches but then as she tried a judo move, grabbed her ankle and twisted it. He didn’t want to cripple her, just give her a lot of pain.

“Eeeowwwwwwww…” she screamed as he twisted her ankle, leaving her unable to stand on it. She crumped to the ground, again pausing on all fours as she tried desperately to regain her senses.

Montoya kicked her from behind in the vaginal area again, sending Powerwoman sprawling onto her face, unable to move from the pain. She felt hands grabbed her, ripping off her costume and they removed her gloves, boots and costume, leaving her completely naked save for her mask.

“Whats the matter, Powerwoman? Not so sure of yourself now, eh?” he laughed. “I’m going to fuck you silly,” whispered into her ear. “And perhaps I will remove your mask and then go kill your friends and family,” he hissed as he pulled up the corner of her mask ever so slightly.
“NO….please,” she whimpered."

“Sorry, bitch, no deals,” he said turning her over so he was standing over her naked body. He unzipped his plants and took out his cock, which was by now fully erect.

“I hope you have birth control because I am going to get you pregnant, bitch,” he hissed as he spread her legs and roughly entered her.
“NO….Montoya, please…you can’t do this. Anything…I’ll give you money. Please, I beg you,” she cried as he slapped her.

“Quiet bitch, or I’ll kill you here and now,” he said grabbing her throat as he started to strangle her.

Powerwoman tried to resist but her right arm was useless.

“Ackkk….acckkkkkkkkk…” Powerwoman was now terrified. Montoya had his cock stuffed inside of her, she was being strangled. Worse, because she was Powerwoman, she never figured she would be defeated so she had never begun birth control.

Montoya held onto her throat as he pumped her and pumped her, finally letting go as Powerwoman nearly collapsed from relief. Other men started sucking her breasts, as Montoya commanded she open her mouth so another could get a blow job from the great Powerwoman.

“No….no…..” she gurgled as Montoya pounded her pelvis again and again until she felt him release his seed again and again and again inside of her, filling up her womb.

“There boys, she’s all yours for the evening, just don’t kill her. I just want to teach her a lesson.”

“Powerwoman,” he said learning over even as one of his men entered her, “I will let you live, but if you ever interfere with me again, next time I will kill you with my bare hands.”

“No, please…I surrender, Montoya,” she cried. It was no use. His men came at her, thrusting, groping, pulling. They beat her almost senseless as they repeatedly raped and humiliated her, taping their session for all to see as the great Powerwoman begged for mercy as every orifice was stuffed with a cock.

About 6 a.m. just before first light, the rapefest was concluded. Powerwoman was ordered to go with only her mask on, and she stumbled into the fading night, cum dripping out of her cunt, her butt, down her chin, hardly able to walk, crying from the abuse.

She got to her car, found her spare set of keys and drove home in shock. She drove into her underground liar, got out and looked into the mirror as she ripped her mask off, standing in front of it fully naked. Both eyes were blackened, her body was covered in bruises, her hair matted with cum. Someone had even penned the word Mine just above her landing strip with an arrow. She was so shaken up she went upstairs, took a hot shower, then stumbled into her normal bed and slept.

In his control room, Montoya watched. Powerwoman was badly beaten.

Over the next several days Karen called in sick, as her badly beaten body healed. She could not figure out what had happened. Her power resurgence bed seemed to not be working, Every inch of her body hurt and her beaten body ached and ached. Finally, she went to see her doctor who set her shoulder and put her in a sling and examined her ankle which was badly sprained, but fortunately not broken. He then prescribed some Vicodin for the pain.

Mentally, Karen Stone was a basket case. Powerwoman had never been beaten or raped. The video was released onto the net. It was a sensation. Proof that Powerwoman was not only not invincible but she had begged for mercy and tried to make a deal with her attacker. It was edited so that Montoya's identity was never revealed.

She only glanced at it, not even being able to watch her brutal beating and rape. She cried as she washed down the Vicodin with some bourbon almost unable to function the memory of the rapefest torturing her night and day, leaving her unable to sleep, eat or function save to wash to horrid memories down with whiskey and Vicodin.

Montoya watched all this. Things were proceeding according to plan. He had destroyed Powerwoman for the moment. He doubted Powerwoman could ever come back from such a humiliating video. He had even compromised her doctor into prescribing some Vicodin which he replaced with a much stronger and more addictive version.

Now, time to destroy Karen Stone, he thought.
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Excellent. Enjoyed how you handled the surprise of her being taken out by Montoya, and her resulting humiliation.
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Powerwoman - Second Coming Part 4

Karen was depressed. It had been two weeks since Powerwoman had been defeated, raped, beaten. The entire depressing episode had been released as a video on the web. The only saving grace was that for whatever reason, Montoya had not unmasked her.

She was in constant pain from the beating she had taken. Her separated shoulder, twisted ankle and her back hurt constantly and despite two trips to her doctor, none of the meds or what he had done were working. Worse, the power bed she used to regain her powers seemed to not be working. The benefactor who had given her the gift had died and she had little hope of figuring it out. In short, Powerwoman was all but finished as a superheroine she thought as she gulped down another glass of whiskey and threw back another Vicodin.

“Got to get out of here, do something,” she thought to herself. She got in her sporty, two seat Mazda and out onto the road. She figured maybe a movie. She had been avoiding her friends, not wishing to have to explain her black eyes and bruises which were just about healed. As she headed on Route 57 traffic was light.

Suddenly she was startled by police lights right behind her

“Shit…I wasn’t going over the limit,” she thought to herself, mentally checking off the reasons why she should not be pulled over.
Just then another police cruiser pulled in behind the other one as the officers got out in tandem, hands on their guns.

“Miss…driver’s license and registration,” the cop barked.

“Yeah..sure,” said Karen fumbling for her license and registration, her heart beating. She knew she shouldn’t be driving since she had had two or three glasses of whiskey with a couple Vicodin.

“Miss, we’d like you to step out of the car,” asked the larger of the two cops.

“Certainly, officer, anything you’d like,” she mumbled as she opened the door.

The officers quickly administered a field test and concluded that Karen Stone was under the influence of something. They asked her to open her truck as they searched her sports car.

“Bill, you want to take a look,” the larger officer asked.

“Hmmmm…” said the other officer shining his light into the trunk.

“Miss Stone, we’re going to place you under arrest for possession of illegal narcotics,” the larger officer said. “Please place your hands behind your back…”

Karen was in a panic. Narcotics? In her car? She had drunk too much but now this?

“Officer…I don’t know what to tell you. I don’t have narcotics or nothin’ back there,” as she tried to move to her truck and stumbled. “I dunno what yer talkin’ bout,” she slurred.

As she regained her balance the smaller officer threw her up against the car and handcuffed her.

“Miss. You have two large bags of what appears to be coke or heroin in your car. Save it for the judge,” he said leading her to the patrol car and stuffing her in back.

Unknown to Karen, when Montoya’s men had raped her, they had ensured that her ungloved hands had come into close contact with the many bags of drugs at the site. Karen Stone’s prints were easy to find on those drug bags.

Later….
Karen immediately called her attorney in a panic and then listened. It got worse than she ever expected.

“Karen, I don’t know what to say. I’m not a public defender,” her attorney said.

“A public defender? I’ve got millions, Hal, now get me out of here right now,” she demanded in a panic.

“I’m sorry Karen, but there is no money in your accounts. You signed them over to an offshore corporation a few days ago. You personally, own nothing at this moment. Not even your house.”

“What? What…what?” Karen cried as her world started spinning. “No, that can’t be true. You know me, Hal.”

“I thought I did Karen, but you were drugged up when they pulled you over. Your prints are on the drug bags. I’m sorry Karen. You need to get some help,” he said as he hung up.

Karen was arraigned the next morning after spending the night in jail. Standing before the judge the complaint was read. Karen Stone had a kilo of almost pure coke and one of heroin in her back. Her prints were all over the plastic bags containing the drugs.

“Miss Stone, you are remanded to the county jail in lieu of two million dollars bond or 10%,” as he banged the gavel.

“NO….I’ve been framed. Those aren’t my drugs. Please…no…noooooo…” she screamed resisting the bailiff.

The bailiff smacked her head hard with a nightstick as she fell to the floor. She was dragged out of the courtroom by several other officers and locked up with a bunch of other prisoners in a holding cell waiting to return to jail.

“Miss fucking high and mighty, Karen Fucking Stone,” said one of the women prisoners in with her. She was big and looked mean.
“I’m innocent. I swear,” said Karen.

“Yeah, me too honey,” laughed the large prostitute along with several others. She pushed Karen against the wall. “Ain’t no rich dude gonna help you in here, society girl,” spat the woman as she brought her knee up into Karen’s vagina, hard, then slapped her several times in the face.

“No…honest…hel..” she didn’t finish her words as the other women joined in and gave Karen a beat down. One smacked her face repeatedly, breaking her nose, another kicked her, while another punched her in her already damaged ribs over and over. It was simply too much. Karen lay there, not even able to summon the strength to fight as blood streamed from her broken nose and mouth.

“Bitch, you ain’t gonna last ten minutes in the can. I’m gonna enjoy beatin’ your ass every single day,” the large prostitute said. “Meet my new bitch, girls. Karen Stone.

Suddenly the guards entered and broke up the fight.

“I’m not done with you yet, bitch,” yelled the big prostitute.

“Help me…pleeeasseeee..”begged Karen.

“Oh yeah, help you. Just another wealthy cunt who thought she would peddle some dope, huh,” said one of the guards. “Come on boys, let’s have some fun with this good looking, or what was once a good looking piece of ass,” he laughed unbuttoning her jail jumpsuit.

It got worse for Karen Stone. The two guards stripped her, then took turns. The first guard heaved her up against a wall and then down onto his large, erect cock, slamming her repeatedly against the wall as the other guard sucked her breasts. Then they threw her onto a table and raped her while the other one shoved his cock in her mouth.

“Blow me, bitch or so help me I’ll strangle you and say the other women did it,” he whispered into her ear. She believed him and started to suck, tears running down her face as the other guard’s cock slammed her pelvis, hammering her like a piston.

In her years as a superheroine she had never been so defeated, so humiliated, so powerless as she lay there, naked, getting hammered.

“Help…please….stop….heeeeelpppppp” went the moans of Karen Stone as first one, then the next guard sprayed his seed into her unprotected womb. She was forced to give oral sex to one guard as another entered her again and again, the fuck fest going on for hours.
Montoya knew all of this. He had paid off the guards and the girls in the jail to do exactly what they had. He wanted Karen Stone, like Powerwoman, broken.

Karen also desperately needed something to take the edge off. Something to relax her. She ached and she wished for the Vicodin and whiskey.

The next day her public defender showed up. A kid right out of college.

“Ms. Stone, I urge you to plead guilty. You’ll get about 10 years on the charge but otherwise with that amount of coke they are going for the max, 25 years to life.”

Karen choked. “What?” Her head was spinning. How could this happen? “What did you say? Life? 25 years?” She was in shock.
“Not guilty. Someone put those drugs in my car. I am not guilty,” she screamed.

“Ms. Stone, yes, of course you are, but you have to realize all the evidence they have. You were drunk and had prescription pills. There were millions in an off-shore account you just opened (Montoya had taken care of that) and you say you are innocent. The jury is simply likely not going to buy that. You’ll be an old woman by the time you leave jail if they don’t kill you first,” he said noting how badly beaten she was.

Karen was smart enough to know she almost certainly be found guilty. Without a good lawyer, she was going to jail, for a long, long time. She put her hands up to her face and her head down and lost it, sobbing uncontrollably. She knew she had no options.
“Ms. Stone? Ms. Stone?”

“Oh my God….I, I,…plead guilty and get the best deal,” she sobbed. “Please, help me…” she said between racking sobs.
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Ok....I'm open to what happens next. Anyone?
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Nice!

Are you the Cashman who wrote many yeras ago some stories with Batgirl beaten and humiliated?
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krispin21 wrote:Nice!

Are you the Cashman who wrote many yeras ago some stories with Batgirl beaten and humiliated?
The one and the same. Have taken a few years off, LOL.
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bobcashman wrote:
krispin21 wrote:Nice!

Are you the Cashman who wrote many yeras ago some stories with Batgirl beaten and humiliated?
The one and the same. Have taken a few years off, LOL.
Me too :evil:

I'm only into slender superheroine fighting, catfighting, wrestling or boxing against larger stronger bad girl and beaten in hand to hand fights. Without kryptonite or something similar. A fair fight (same superpowers or both without superpowers, simply the villainess is larger and stronger). So I do love your story in which Batgirl was demolited and humiliated by the obese Bertha. I think was your if I remember well.
It's so well written, with a very nice description not only of the fights but also of the psychological aspect.
I saved that story on my pc. Did you write some other story with similar scenario?
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Several...they are posted on the Grey Archive...http://greyarchive.org
You have to scroll down to the bottom of the superheroine dc page and go to the older stories.
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bobcashman wrote:Several...they are posted on the Grey Archive...http://greyarchive.org
You have to scroll down to the bottom of the superheroine dc page and go to the older stories.
Thank You very much and please, go on with your work. In my opinion you are one of the best.
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Agreed, one of the best and one of the most ruthless regarding how his heroines fare, which is why I like him so much. :thumbup:
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DrDominator9 wrote:Agreed, one of the best and one of the most ruthless regarding how his heroines fare, which is why I like him so much. :thumbup:
A long time ago, I got tired of the comics where the hero won in the end, every single time. I would much rather see what happens when the heroine loses. The psychological trauma, the physical trauma, the consequences of a loss, a breakdown, or a pregnancy caused by a villain. Much more interesting, LOL! The nice thing, as the Doc, would likely agree, is that since this is all fantasy, Powerwoman can lose, get killed, whatever today, and tomorrow I write a new story. We can do aliens, vampires, anything.

So, what do you all think should happen to Karen and Powerwoman? I, of course, have my thoughts, but what are some of your ideas??
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I'm not sure that this story isn't complete at this stage. Not sure where you can take it. She's ruined and will go to jail and probably be killed. But if you've got a surprise twist, I'm keen to see it.
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I'd LOVE a surprise twist!
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Oh, I don't think Mr. Montoya is done with PW or Karen quite yet, LOL. Not by a longshot. The fun is just getting started.
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Powerwoman – Second Coming Part 5
The papers had a field day with the news that a local community college professor had been pulled over with drugs in her car and that she also was under the influence of Vicodin and alcohol.

The college fired her within hours of her arraignment; her face was splattered on the front page of the Delta City News. Not a pretty sight by a longshot. Police and local officials were eager to seize her home and other assets as drug forfeiture money, though they quickly discovered Karen had signed those over to some offshore corporation mysteriously the week before.

Karen sat in her cell, holding her head with her hands, unable to believe all that had happened. She knew she had been set up, but by whom? Anyone connected with Powerwoman would have revealed her identity or used it to blackmail her. She knew she was screwed. No money, no help from friends or her fellow heroines who had abandoned her. And every time she stepped out into the general jail population, several of the prostitutes who beat her would jab her and try and trip her. Once, they even accused her of trying to stab one of them. Her life in jail was a living hell, either being beaten by her fellow inmates, or raped by one of the several guards who continually demanded unprotected sex from Karen.

Despite her demand that she would plead guilty, her court appointed attorney wanted her to fight the charges. Karen only wanted it over with. She knew she had little to no hope of winning and figured she would likely die in prison. Her life, as she knew it, was over.

One day, while waiting for trail she was summoned to greet a visitor. She sat down and took the phone.

“Ms. Stone, I want to offer you legal counsel by Pratt and Allen,” her business suit clad visitor said. “As you know, it’s the most prestigious law firm in the city.”

Karen was stunned and wary. It was the best law firm, but she wondered, what the price was going to be. And why for her? A superheroine friend who was helping her, perhaps?

“I, I don’t quite know what to say. I’m interested of course, but what’s the catch?” she asked.

“Catch? There is no catch, as you say,” replied her visitor. “A friend of yours would like to extend some help. Of course, if you aren’t interested…”

“Yes, yes…of course I am interested. What do I need to do?”

“We’ll take care of things. If you’ll just sign this paper to change counsel, we’ll get the ball rolling, though I think you’ll probably be a guest here for a few more days,” said her visitor.

Four Days Later…
Karen sat in court at a bond hearing. Her new attorney had requested she be released on bond pending trial.

“Your honor, we have raised the amount requested for bail and would ask that Ms. Stone be released into the custody of Mr. Todd Stafford of our firm. He’ll oversee Ms. Stone and ensure she stays clear of any drugs and trouble and take personal responsibility as an officer of the court to ensure she appears for trial,” her attorney told the judge.

“Very well, Mr. Henry. Ms. Stone, you’re released into the custody of Mr. Stafford until such time you are to appear here for trial on the charges. Dismissed,” she barked, banging her gavel.

“I’m free? Free?” asked Karen.

“Released yes. But free, no, Ms. Stone. Mr. Stafford here,” as her attorney motioned to an older gentleman, will see you to your new apartment and will be your constant companion.”

Karen eyed him, but he appeared to be just an older 70-something well-dressed gentleman. She wondered which of her superheroine friends has put up the money for her defense.

Later that day…
Karen walked into the apartment and froze. There, sitting in a chair was Montoya smiling.
“Come in Ms. Stone. We have much to discuss.”

“You…you bastard. I knew it. You were the one behind the cocaine and heroin in my care. You planted it!,” she said almost screaming and pointing at him.

“Calm down, Ms. Stone or should I say Powerwoman?” as he let out a snicker. “You’ll do what I say or you will go back to jail and be killed there. Right now, I’m the only thing keeping your alive and out of jail, Ms. Stone,” he hissed. “I have no wish to kill you or I would have. I merely want to limit Powerwoman’s activities,” he lied. “Don’t even think of trying to skip bail or hide because I also have the ability to track your location,” he said pointing to the tracking devise around her ankle. “You try and cut it off or escape and I will cut your leg’s off. One by one,” he said. “Refuse to do what I say and I will kill your parents and a couple of your friends before I kill you,” as he threw some still photos of her parents from various candid shots. “It would be so easy for them to die in a street robbery or carjacking, don’t you think?”

Karen had no doubt he would do it. “What do you want?”

“First, you put on your Powerwoman costume which I happen to have then we’ll talk.”

Karen took the costume and began to go into another room to dress. “Wait, Karen. You undress here. In front of me. So I can watch,” ordered Montoya.

Karen undid her blouse, button by button and threw it down. Then, pulled down her pants. She stood there clad only in her bra and panties.

“Nice…now on with the costume. Mask last,” he ordered as she began her transformation.

First came the pants, then her top. Then the boots and the gloves. Finally, she placed the mask on her face. She was Powerwoman, except she had no power.

“Now, you’re going to go through the door over there and into that room. It has some toys, a large bed and other things which you will come to enjoy. There is a glass pipe with some crack in it. You are going to smoke it and then our little party is going to begin.

“What?” said Karen, beginning to panic. She tried to think of a way out. A distraction, but her mind was blank.

“NOW” screamed Montoya motioning toward the door. He didn’t want to give Powerwoman any time to think.

Karen went in and gently grabbed the pipe and inhaled and said a prayer. The rush hit her like a freight train head on, the euphoria so strong, so prevalent, she immediately took more hits on the pipe. “Holy shit. I can see why people like this stuff,” she thought to herself as she took another deeper inhale.

In moments, Karen was totally stoned. She couldn’t have cared about anything except that high feeling she had, the ecstasy she felt.
“Karen, you are going to have sex with my men and you are going to ask them to fuck you, over and over, you understand,” said Montoya, from a corner of the room.

“Yezzz…sure…anything…” replied Karen. She didn’t care.

Four or five young hoods entered the room naked and began kissing and caressing her.

“Ohhh….my God….Jesus….don’t stop…”she moaned. Montoya had developed a new strain of crack which also gave its smokers an overwhelming sexual urge.

“Oh please…yes…fuck me….guys…come on…” she said grabbing one and pulling her top down at a corner to expose her nipple to him. “Suck me…now,” she demanded. Meantime, two others were pulling her boots off and her bottoms.

“Yes….get me out of my Powerwoman outfit…quickly…” she urged them. “Fuck me, now,” she moaned as the one of the men ripped her Powerwoman top down the front middle as her breasts popped out. He began to suck one of her nipples as Powerwoman exploded in ecstasy.

“Oh my God…suck it..please don’t don’t…” she said even knowing it was wrong, wrong, wrong she couldn’t help herself.
Meantime the other thug had begun kissing her behind the ear, an erotic spot for Karen who put her hands up, her body almost convulsing with pleasure.

“Someone needs to fuck me, now…please…” she demanded as yet another one of the men quickly pulled off her bottoms, exposing her neatly trimmed brown patch of a landing strip.

“Oh..help me…fuck me…someone…” she said to no one in particular.

“Powerwoman, don’t you want to have another jolt? It will make you feel even better than this,” he whispered in her ear as he kissed her.
“Yes, where? Where is it,” she asked sitting up. One of the thugs quickly produced the crack pipe and she took a couple deep drags on it.
“Oh yea…oh yeah…oh yeah…” she screamed. “Now we’re cooking,” as she began to laugh.

She laid back down as she felt someone enter her, as another sucked her nipped and the other worked her neck. “Oh my God…oh my God…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me now…” she screamed as she felt the large, blood gorged penis enter her and begin sliding in and out of her.
“Don’t stop…whatever you do, don’t stop…Oh God….” She cried as she brought the thug sucking her nippe to her and held tight.

“I…I…my God….oh God…cummmmmmmmmminggggggggg…”she screamed loudly. Powerwoman lost all control; felt her entire body seize with delight. Her back arched, her mind blanked, her entire body shook and quaked. It was like the best orgasm ten times over what she had ever had. As soon as he was finished, the thugs changed positions. One entered her ass as another rammed his penis into her love canal.

“Oh this is soooooo good…ugghhhh…ugghhhhhhhhhhhh” was all she could manage to moan as wave after wave of orgasms rushed over her. She could only lay there and moan as one orgasm after another hit her. She suddenly felt her mask being lifted.

“Time for the grand finalie, Powerwoman," said the thug with his cock in her as he lifted her mask off, exposing her face.

Powerwoman, just smiled, lost in the wave of ecstasy as her face was revealed for the first time to the world. She just lay there, covered in cum, barely able to move, trying to catch her breath.

Montoya entered. “Powerwoman exposed for all to see. The public will now see you as a crack addicted whore who did indeed have the intent to steal that coke and heroin,” he said to her.
“You are finished Powerwoman, both as Powerwoman and as Karen Stone. One that video hits the Net I own your ass, or every thug you put in prison will be gunning for you, literally,” he laughed. “You’d better hope for your sake you’re not pregnant my dear,” he said sending a chill down Karen’s spine. “You’re a crack-whore addict and the last thing people are going to trust now. You get knocked up and your public will really hate you. He leaned over and whispered into her ear, “and by the way, you were right. I put those drugs in your car. I wanted to destroy you as Powerwoman and Karen Stone. You’re done, Powerwoman and you’re ruined as Karen Stone. You either do what I say or I will simply tell every crime lord out there where to find you and your life will be finished quite soon, dear,” he laughed as he finished those words.

Karen lay there, coming down from the crack high, covered in cum, naked and exposed and barely able to focus on what Montoya was saying but she knew every word Montoya said was right. She was finished on both counts and without Montoya’s help would likely face a long prison term.

“You…you bastard,” she croaked as she put her hands to her face and began to cry. She knew he was right. She was beaten in very way. Powerwoman was finished. Karen Stone was finished. Montoya had destroyed her in both her lives.
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Stay tuned for the next story in this installment. Not over yet.
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