Smother Squad - Sends Superheroines to Sleep

There are many super heroines and other female fighters who think they have what it takes to take out an opponent with a breast smother. I doubt even if the Good Girls have enough boob to banzai a baddy, they don't have the strategy in mind or the nerve to execute the assault.

I, on the other hand have invested in an assault/recon unit that I call the Smother Squad. These four big boobed babes can work individually, in pairs or in a quad. I have used them against normal strength opponents and mid-level super heroines. Dressed in specially constructed black or camouflage cat suits, which leave their breasts free. One unit member will lay in ambush while a second follows the target. The ambush is sprung and the surprised super heroine's face is buried DEEP between the massive boobs of the first Smother Babe as she is held in a tight embrace. The second Smother Babe comes from behind and throws her arms around the super heroine, embracing her and latching on to the arms of the first Smother Babe. This completes the "Super heroine Smothering Sandwich". The huge bosom of the second Smother Babe keeps the super heroine's face forced between the mighty mams of the first Smother Babe. Quickly and silently the super heroine is rendered unconscious. If a super heroine is a bit on the strong side, a few drops of chloro- knockout drops between the breasts will knockout the super heroine before she can use her strength. Last weekend the Smother Squad took out a super heroine patrol of three, one at a time, without a single punch being thrown. These super heroine are on their way to a new wealthy master who wanted them without even a bruise. A new and curvy arrow to fight super heroines and female fighters have been added to my quiver.

A Seduce and Subdue Squad - A NEW Addition

I am finding out that more and more superheroines have. . . . soft spots for being seduced by females. I need not do much in the way of statistics to prove this point. When Wonder Woman wears fishnet tights and stands outside the Humbled Heroine and yells, "Can Lisette come out and play!!", I know I need to adjust and adapt my offense and defence structures. Technologically, I have all my bases covered. From a normal human detective, to Supergirl or Galactica, I have multiple weapon systems that can put any female opponent into a tailspin of defeat. My power distribution is properly erratic and diverse, globlly on earth and trans-galactic as well as trans-dimentional.

It is in the area of personnel guarding and combat units where I can best use a little upgrade. And so I have trained several companies of power enhanced women. They are several steps above your average goon, thug guard. They have received combat training that would crush a navy SEAL or Ranger and seduction and sexual play techniques that would turn the coldest superheroine into a helpless puddle of passion. They are all trainned to handle all weapon systems up to Level W, all but the most secret, dangerous or experimental weapons systems. They are not solo fighters, they fight in set military units. They will either use sex and then force or force and then sex but they will use the extensive personal records that I have compiled on thousands of superheroines, female fighters, detectives, reporters and select supervillainesses to find their target's weaknesses. Occassionally they will be the first line of defense or offense and sometimes they will be used to finish off a weakened superheroine.

In the picture you see one of my SS squads. The "SS" stands for Seduce and Subdue. They are carrying reworked AK-47 which shoot CT Sleeping pellets, Bludgeon bullets, Supercapacitor Caps and Electrostatic Discharge needles at the flick of a small lever. They are returning from the field where they defended one of my weapons testing plants in the southwest US, which was being attacked by Multigirl who had instantaneously created a dozen replicants of herself. Each replicant was suprised and engaged by at least one SS unit and in four cases they were double teamed. The sexy Multigirls replicants were soon stripped of their faux bikini uniforms and were subjected to the seductive hands, feet,tongues, lips, breasts of the SS warriors. The replicants began to feed back to their creator all the wonderfulsensations that were building up inside them. The real Multigirl tried desperately to pump extra energy to her replicants in a desperate attempt to help them break free, when she was hammered with twelve massive, mind blowing, non-stop orgasms her control on the replicants was shattered. After Multigirl was force fed orgasm number 48 through her exhausted replicants she passed out cold making all twelve replicants vanish. Multigirls was taked captive and is in a holding tube waiting for shipment.

While their exact number is secret, two of these viscious and vivascious squads will make a platoon and four platoon will make up a company. Early trials have been very successful. Four superheroines have fallen to these sexy shock troops. If this works out, I create a division of these SS beauties.

Irresistable Force + Immovable Object = KOed Supergirl

To a supervillain there is no more enthralling sight than watching a cocksure, overconfident, single-minded, do-gooding superheroine attempt to overcome which seems, to the overconfident mind, ("He can't stop ME, I'm SUPERGIRL") relatively easy, only to find that their best effort results in spectacular failure. There are those villains from that same short-sighted ego fault, but they are quickly sifted out of the Evil gene pool. Superheroines, however fall to these character flaws like lemming over the cliff. Here we have Supergirl having been led a merry chase by, your truly. She defeated the thirty mock guards and the eight faux-ninjas. She avoids the leviathan squid and skillfully detects and avoids the two dummy kryptonite traps (a molecular dusting of Big K makes a green painted cement brick scary to any EL). She sees me duck into a heavy, dark grey bunker type building made of thick two feet thick rock. As I expected, she decides to make a dramatic, agressive entrance by smashing through the wall. She builds up tremendous speed and slams, full force into the side of my humble refuge. Her tightly fisted hands strike first and much to Superbabes surprise the "rock" does not crumble or crack or break, it hardly scratches. Her bruised fists rebound and slam into her head with all the power and speed she has put into her attack. A nanosecond later Supergirl's head slams into the "rock" surface. The concussive damage is incredible - to Supergirl. The wall is barely chipped when the body of the Girl of Steel pivots down by the awesome speed and energy generated by Supergirl's power dive into the wall. Super boobs, belly, crotch, thighs, knees and feet slam into the carbo-tanium wall without no ill effects to the wall. Supergirl completely stunned however ricochets off the powerful odd material and flies in a drunkenly uncoordinated manner before she crash lands, at the base of the super building, knocked out cold. I jump out and shoot this picture because enemy or not, she has an ass to die for. Normally, I would take her prisoner but all my holding cells nearby are full with captive superheroines and she will only be out for a few minutes. I revel in the thought of the headache I know she will be enjoying when she comes to. Will she learn from her energetic brain massage against the carbo-tanium wall? Probably not. Switching on my homing beacon both the building and I faze out of sight.

Nyah ! Nyah ! You Can't Hit M. . UGHHHhh !!! . . . . z z z z z z

Sometimes it does not pay to get to snarky. Batchick had caused a ruckus in one of my minor hideout. She knocked out a few guards and managed to pilfer the blueprints of one of my "Superheroine Buster" weapons in testing. You'd think that a snart superheroine like Batchick would make like a shepherd, and get the flock outta there. But, nooooo she swooped up to one of the highest catwalks, swinging on her Batarang line and then stopped to gloat and pose and insult me and say terrible things about Lisette mother (BIG no-no). About twenty paces to freedom and Batchick has to goad this beast in his lair. Rookie superheroines, that about as dumb as you can get and still have more than 2 brain cells.


I hit the release on the highest set mega-chloroform jet released and beddy-bye Batchick. Lisette now wants to have a quiet, private word with Batchick. I hope there is enough left to get DNA samples.

Dress Up Your Parties With A Superheroine Dip Dish

Do you get embarassed when calling your gang together to plan a crime or assembling some criminal bosses and you find out you have no refreshments to offer. So low class. The hideout is looking good, you have the crime of the century planned out to the finest detail and the haul will allow everyone involved to buy a small island in the Caribbean and retire in the lap of luxury. Your chef goes to the kitchen and, what do you got. . . ? Corn chips. How can you conquor the world when you can't even host a decent party?
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The superheroine you see in the picture is the Surfing Sentinel. She wiped out against Dr. Desire's fists and is now getting her personal poi scooped out at The Supervillain(ess) Annual Luau. Drinking Mai Tais poured between her breasts has the bad guys and gals lining up at the coffee table.
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