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Saturday, November 5, 2011

Mighty Melinda and Super Femme Costume Retrival Attempt #1


Despite the fact that The Humbled Heroine was a five star bar and restaurant and the weekly watering hole for dozens of powerful and gorgeous superheroines, the place galled Mighty Melinda, the leader of the Heroine League and Super Femme one of the beautiful powerhouses of the League. Located all over the bar, restaurant and the huge battle ring room were dozens and dozens of personal effects; power enhancing devices, power shields, force fields,crowns, tiaras, masks, capes, goggles, rings, bracelets, boots, bras, thongs, stockings, entire battle suits, furs, and many other bits of clothing and equipment taken off of the unconscious bodies of defeated superheroines.
Dr. Simon Desire and his infamous syndicate were the secret owners of the the fabulous pub and entertainment center. Powerful, combat trained women, many of them true superheroines would compete against a myriad of different challenges that were held every evening at the Humbled Heroine. Fights were always to a knockout finish. The penalty for losing one of these creative fights was to wake up in either the trash bin in the back of the pub. Only a handful knew that a few superheroines were spirited away to a secret hideout of Desire's were they were very efficiently interrogated and pumped for information and then they ended up working at a notorious brothel known as The Velvet Clam. These unfortunates were brain washed of all short term memories and only after several months would their long term memories return.
There were many items on display that were taken from superheroines who attempted to stop Desire or capture him or his body guards, Lisette and Leore. Both Melinda and Super Femme had been defeated by the super sensual and powerful allies of Desire and had lost items that were now on display in a hermetically sealed display of several overlaid plates of crystal clear carbo-tanium, a virtually unbreakable "living" metal. To the innocent bar customer it looked like kitsch in glass. Melinda desperately wanted her beautiful "power boots" which were slipped off her limp , powerful legs after a vicious battle with Leore left her laying out cold in a pile of rubble in a destroyed bus station. Super Femme had been knocked out cold by Lisette and carried off over the shoulder of the beautiful French/Chinese supervillainess. Super Femme was found weeks later in a daze, in a bed at the Velvet Clam, still in her battered battle suit but the emerald green bra that almost contained her incredible boobs was missing. The bra was now on display here at the Humbled Heroine.
Mighty Melinda consulted with Bruce Wayne about what types of security Desire may use to protect the pub and the displays at night. Wayne industries had still not developed any way to penetrate a single plate of carbo-tanium. At great expense, Melinda had two battle suits made in the form of a dull black french cut leotard that would allow them both to fight and black lined boots that had micro devices that would defeat any light, sound or pressure traps or plates. They would be almost invisible in their suits and their boots would raised them two millimeters off the ground. They could lift 15 tons and still be two millimeters off the ground. The two superheroines would wear nose and mouth, self contained breathing masks to guard against knockout gas, super-chloroform, or air borne pheromones. They were super sensual tanks in sexy body armour and they were ready for their raid on Dr. Desire and The Humbled Heroine.
After a strategy session the two gorgeous, buxom superheroines decided that rather than try to break into the pub which added to the danger that they would be caught, they would slip into their new battle suits and boots near closing and wait till all was quiet. They made sure they were both up to full strength before they left on their mission.
They entered the pub at around midnight and as usual the place was packed. Along with the many regular patrons, some dressed as superheroes and superheroines, were the real deal. Melinda recognized a two members of the League relaxing in a booth getting, better acquainted. Melinda felt a hot rush. She and Super Femme were two of the hottest superheroines in the League and they tended to get each other hot and bothered simply by being close to each other. They were rubbing shoulders and hips as they came up to the bar. They each got a drink which they planned to nurse all night long. They wandered into the battle ring room where a low level rookie superheroine called Ellen Excellence was being taken like a babe off a log by a short, odd-looking man named Manny the Mule, a Desire enforcer hired this evening to take on any interested "superheroines" who would like a challenge and a huge financial reward if she defeated the house "villain". Ellen was young 18 or 19, very busty and dressed in her blue bikini top and a matching thong and a diaphanous short, short skirt. One "E" was printed on each firmly, over-filled cup of her bikini bra. Her nipples were pressing hard against the "E"s as she staggered drunkenly around the ring her head ringing from a dozen powerful kicks. The short man leaped up and snapped a sharp kick, which landed with a loud THUDD!! The stunned superheroine flew back against the taut ropes of the ring which pitched her back to the short ugly thug. With a ham sized, stone hard fist the goon stopped the pretty super-rookie in her tracks with a thunderous right hook to pussy. Ellen dropped loose limbed to her knees, barely conscious.
"Foul!", yelled Melinda , her arms unconsciously circling Super Femme's narrow waist.
"Monster!", yelled Super Femme her English accent and lower tone throaty and emotional, her hand snaked around Melinda's own slim waist.
The goon looked bored at the crowd and at his groggy opponent. With her on her knees they were about at the same height. Turning his back on the helpless super cutie, Manny let loose with his namesake finisher. Dropping into a crouched handstand, the powerful, gnome of a man straightened his arms in a snap and kicked out with both feet in a mule kick. Both heels of his booted feet collided with Ellen's slack jaw with a CRAAAKKK!!
"OOOHHH!!!" moaned both Melinda and Super Femme feeling the unfortunate Ellen's pain and knowing a fight ending blow when they saw one. Ellen's whole body flew back and slammed against the corner post, her head rested on the bottom rope. She lifted her head a few inches, tensed her muscles for a few moments, as if she was about to rise and then went completely limp. She was out cold. The beautiful referee made the unnecessary count to 60 and declared Manny the Mule the winner by a knockout. Looking at the young spread eagle superheroine, Melinda and Super Femme caught the unmistakable aroma of sex and noticed that Ellen's thong and sheer skirt were wet. Hoisting his limp opponent on his shoulder Manny climbed out of the ring and headed off to a side hallway with his sleeping prize.
The Humbled Heroine closed at 3am, according to the laws of the city and stayed closed until 8am. The two super heroines individually went into the "superheroine" lavatory and changed into their new battle suits at around 2:30am. Following other patrons out of the lavatory the invisible super beauties found a quiet, dark corner and waited.
Even after the pub emptied, Melinda and Super Femme waited for a full hour after the lights were turned out before they moved. Soundlessly the two moved to the display case that held Mighty Melinda's power boots and Super Femme's emerald green bra. Melinda giggled as she realized the irony that they were about to commit burglary. How many criminals did they send to jail for doing something very similar.
Hearing the sound of very rhythmic footsteps the two super heroines froze in place. I large humanoid shape walked by stopping every few steps to look around and listen. Despite the well muscled arms and legs, the form was not human. "Bruce" was an android and it's function during work hours was that of a bouncer. Whether super or normal "Bruce " was constructed to usher unwanted or unruly patrons out of the pub without damaging the property. Super powered fights are very hard on real estate so what the public knew about "Bruce" the Bouncer was that normal humans would be picked up and gently taken outside and put down. If they were very violent, a tiny jolt of electricity or a puff of knockout gas would quiet them down for the authorities. A drunk or quarrelsome super hero or heroine would be subdued and removed. Mighty Melinda saw "Bruce" receive a super punch from a drunk superheroine. His body dissipated the power of the blow and then absorbed the energy. The red eyed android then clamped on a super sleeper. Try as she might the super powered drunk could not break the android's sleeper hold and in less than two minutes she was laying quietly on the floor, out cold, being dragged out to the garbage container.
"Bruce"'s sensors raked across the area where the superheroine's stood but the android continued on it's way. After "Bruce' left Melinda had her boots examine the display for traps. The boot circuitry detected three electronically based traps and disarmed them. Four other sensor based traps were also detected and the inline scrambler in the boots turned these traps off.
"These boots were worth every cent the League paid." whispered Mighty Melinda.
"How will we open the display case?" wondered Super Femme, "The carbo-tanium as no obvious door.
"Let's take the whole case and even if Wayne Industries can't open it, at least that bastard Desire won't have our things as trophies."
"Well let me just pull it up," said Super Femme grabbing the edge of the display and heaving up with all her power. The case did not budge. Adjusting her grip the auburn haired, super beauty took a deep breath and tried to lift the case with all her might. Muscles straining and her whole body quivering with the effort, the display case of super valuables remained rooted to the floor.
"Bloody hell!" grunted Super Femme after a fruitless, exhausting ten minute attempt.
"Lets try it together," suggested Mighty Melinda. Crossing to opposite sides the two buxom defenders of justice gripped the display case and heaved together. Veins stood out on their necks, arms and legs as they put all their strength to the task. Perspiration beaded up on Melinda's upper lip as the display case began to budge. Pouring more and more energy into the lift. Just when both superheroines felt their strength would give out the case lurched up and the bottom edge, which was attached to a simple trip wire jerked up. Ice cold liquid poured down from the ceiling around the display case on to the two powerful super women and was almost immediately absorbed into their smooth tanned skin. Through their battle suits and the bare skin of their thighs and arms the cold liquid found their blood and within seconds beautiful Mighty Melinda and gorgeous Super Femme felt their blood surge and boil. They were all heat all, need, desire for sensual stimulation and orgasmic relief. Melinda's last rational thought was that the League had heard rumors of a demi-human working with Desire who had made an irresistible love potion that could be drunk or just touched - a Love Weapon. After that the leader of the Heroine League could only think of Super Femme and her desire to take and be taken by her. Use and be used by her. Love and be loved by her. Consume and be consumed by her. Hot wet lips met and fused together, legs intertwined and groins and camel toes were rubbed and ground together. There was not even enough time to shed the skin tight battle suits. Both super heroines felt a building, searing sensual need for each other. Only sex and the welcome orgasms they brought would keep these beautiful, buxom, superheroines from going super nova.
Some how the two women found themselves lock in an embrace, on the canvass of the battle ring. They had each several orgasms and desperately continued to stimulate each other to greater and longer orgasms. They fucked each other like their very lives depended on it. More orgasms, many more orgasm, dozens of orgasms. Melinda and Super Femme were tired and aching from their exertion and still the desire drove them on and ground them down. Panting for simple breath their hips bucked and heaved, their clits duels and their stiff nipples parried and riposted, in the deep recesses of Melinda's mind, she thought that this amount of sex would have killed even a powerful normal woman.
For another two hours Melinda and Super Femme rocked each other with nonstop sex and almost continual orgasms. They could still think of nothing but assuaging the hot need between their powerful smooth thighs. But their bodies were aching and exhausted as if they had been smashing each other with their fists rather than caressing their breasts, pinching and rolling their nipples and grinding their pussies from one orgasm to the next. They lay helpless as Bruce the Bouncer came marching in at 7:30am, their hips still sliding up and down, rubbing against one another.
Bruce's powerful arms encircled Malinda waist as she tried to sit up and hang on to Super Femme. A powerful elbow was smashed into the android's chest in a futile attempt to force him to release her.
Tightening it's grips to a super powered level to paralyze the diaphragm of it's opponent and temporarily stop all breathing, Bruce stood up so his opponent would hang helpless in the air.
Melinda struggled but being dazed and exhausted she felt herself go limp in the androind's powerful bearhug and her mind blacked out. She woke to find herself laying on a heap of garbage. A second later an unconscious Super Femme was dropped on top of her. Super Femme's huge and gloriously beautiful chest was crushing her nose and covering her mouth. To weak to lift her hand, Mighty Melinda found her vision winking in and out as it became difficult to breath. A ringing in her ears became a roar and as her vision faded to black, she thought if you have to get knocked out. These is not a bad way.

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