The beginning of a series of stories based around a once proud super heroine turned slut. I hope you all enjoy :) Also I apologize if there are mistakes. I am using trying out an auto spell fix program that sometimes likes to work and sometimes doesn't so IDK what will happen XD
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"That little bitch has been a thorn in our side for far too long."
"We should just kill her, she's easy enough to catch."
"Yeah, come on boss let us finish that little bitch off with a little acid treatment."
A loud scoff came from the older man sitting in front of his computer monitors, "You understand nothing... Do you know how many super heroes I've killed in my time? But no matter how many die, a new one will rise up to claim his or her place and that is just annoying." He grumbled.
"So uh... What exactly do we do? We can't just let her keep interfering."
"Yeah boss, that last job she mucked up was supposed to be a big score."
"Hmmm.... Perhaps there is a way we can keep her around but make sure she stays in her place," A wicked smirk crossed the older mans face, "I am going to do some tinkering with my lab toys, prepare a special gift for the young Ms. Allen." He stood up from his chair and headed for the elevator, "You three just wait here, I'll need you rest and ready for a long night once I'm finished."
The doors shut behind the old man and his cronies looked at each other confused, "Uh... What the hell does that mean?"
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Brenda Allen was a fine young women. At the age of twenty two she had already graduated from Harvard and inherited the company from her father who passed away a few years ago, her mother was never in the picture. She was a genius by most standards and had a perfect group of senior staff that ran the company for her so she was free to do whatever she wanted.
And so, Brenda Allen chose to be a hero. After the death of the late great, Omega Man, the crime rates around the country went through the roof. Luckily for Brenda, she was able to acquire her own powers by engineering her own super ring. The power of this seemingly simple jewelry was that it energized her cells and made them produce ten times as fast, giving her super regenerative powers and thanks to her own specially created formula, super strength. These powers had dubbed her the appropriate name "Omega Women" by the local populace.
Since her career started a few months ago, Brenda had been a real disturbance to the crime of her own state and would soon start helping people everywhere. But for now she was content with dealing her justice to the local psychopaths.
That evening, at the home of the young and beautiful heiress, Brenda Allen was slipping into her tub after a rough day's work. Her tanned skin glistened with a godly glow as it became wet. Her long blond hair turned darker as she submerged it in the soaping waters.
"Ah, another fine day's work over." She sighed in relief before beginning to soap her ample, B cup breasts.
Thwarting another plan by that crazy professor always made her day that much better. The man didn't seem to be anywhere close to giving up though, and his supply of money gave him all the fire power and henchmen that he needed to run the cities crime.
But Omega Women was getting close to finding his real secret layer. And once that happened there was nothing stopping her from ending him and his crime syndicate.
'And then I can help the world one city at a time.' She thought optimistically as she stood and climbed out of the tub. Taking a towel and starting to dry herself off, she headed out to the bedroom of her large house and got dressed. Slipping on a comfortable robe for the evening. It was all she really needed considering she lived alone.
A sudden ring at the door caught her attention, 'That's strange, I don't remember who would be by this late?...' she thought while walking down the stairs. Just to be safe, she grabbed her Omega Ring on the way and slipped it on. Being a rich and powerful women, she was used to kidnapping attempts and had trained herself well in self defense.
As she opened the door she let out a small sigh of relief when she saw only a simple delivery man standing their, "Oh, you must be here with my new TV." She assumed with a smile.
The muscular bald man nodded, "Of course, that's what I'm here for." He smiled politely, "Some of my boys are here to help set it up if you'd like us to take care that for you."
"Hmm... It is a bit late, perhaps you could drop by tomorrow morning to take care of it?" Brenda suggested.
The man frowned slightly, "Uh... Sure sure that's fine, we'll just wheel this inside for you." He grunted and started pushing the massive box inside until it was in the living room.
"Thanks I appreciate the help." Brenda said with a kindly smile.
"No problem," He replied as he stepped back outside, "You have a safe and pleasant evening ma'am." He nodded before heading back to his delivery truck and driving off.
As they left, Brenda took a look at the box, "Hmm... If I took a sip of my super serum I could probably set this up myself... But that guy was kinda cute, perhaps I'll give him a tip tomorrow." She giggled before heading up to her room and slipping into bed nude.
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"Well your plan worked, we got that thing inside but she won't let us come back until tomorrow morning." one of the professors henchmen said as they stepped into the main control room, he was still wearing the delivery man uniform.
The old man chuckled as he watched the monitors, "Oh don't you worry, by tomorrow we'll have her completely under control and easy to stop when she attempts to thwart our plans..."
