Valiant Valkyrie & Friends get caught in
A Game of Stealth
Author's Notes: several notes on this one, skip past the italics if you just want to get to the action.
First off, this is a rewrite of a story I initially published elsewhere. The characters have been changed, and several sections redone. If you have read the original, note in particular the ending for this version is much longer and more detailed. In particular it features a confrontation with an 'important' new heroine. You only get to see the moment of takeown for now however, not what leads up to it or follows after.
Second, a warning; this story features a superheroine who trades heavily in neo-Confederate imagery, which may not be something all readers want mixed into their smut. A related note to fellow insufferable pedants: I am aware that technically speaking the terms 'Confederate Flag' and 'Stars and Bars' refer to different flag(s) than the one currently found on lifted pickups and such across the modern South. But I use those terms anyways because they're a lot more succinct than saying something like 'the second confederate naval ensign only with a darker blue' or 'Miles' rejected design for the national flag that got adopted by some but not all units as a battle flag' to describe the pattern printed on Rebel Belle's panties right before they get yanked down off her ass... when we all know I just mean the (in)famous one. For anyone who has no clue about this and is actually curious, go look up 'flags of the CSA' on wikipedia or something, it's all way too long and tedious to get into here.
Finally, all characters appearing in this story are over the age of eighteen.
Revision notes: this is the second version, the original had some unfortunate typos of the sort spellcheck doesn't catch. There were no major changes but I did make some small sentence-structure or word-choice edits along the way, generally for clarity or flow.
OPENING
"Stop, thief!" Valiant Valkyrie yelled.
"Suck my dick, bitch!" Python called back as he sprinted into a dark construction site. A snatched designer purse dangled from his hand. With his dark skin and black clothing, the lanky thief vanished almost instantly into the deep shadows of the complex.
Three of the mighty heroines the young thief has been unlucky enough to have catch him in the act sauntered to a jiggling halt in the entrance of the construction site and peered inside. A fourth swooped down from the sky to join them.
"What an idiot!" Rebel Belle laughed.
Framed against the stars, the mighty redhead floated down out of the darkness. Per her name and heritage she wore long boots, gloves, and a corset all of pure white; and a mask and thong both defiantly emblazoned with the Stars and Bars. The red glowing jewel that gave her her powers lay nestled between her breasts, in the analogous position to where her father and grandfather had worn theirs. Alighting upon her white spike heels - flight allowed the image-conscious heroine to make more daring fashion choices than her ground-bound comrades - Rebel Belle pointed towards where the criminal had fled, and smirked derisively.
"There's no other way out!" She shook her fiery head. "The lowlife loser ran right into a dead end!" she said, delighted.
"What an idiot!" Katy Colt agreed. Strutting forward, Katy fingered the chain that hung from the open gates to the darkened complex, and smirked beneath her hat. "He's trapped!" she purred.
A championship rodeo performer before she became a superheroine, Katy was dressed in her usual cowgirl getup, surrounding a skimpy Texas Flag bikini. However in deference to her far more famous immortal ancestor, the Star Sheriff, hers was in soft pastels rather than the usual bold colors. Her custom pearl-handled six-shooters hanging heavily in their holsters bounced against her sleek bare outer thighs, ready and waiting - but even she had elected not to just shoot a fleeing purse snatcher in the back.
Craning her be-hatted head forward, Katy Colt peered through the gate. Inside, she saw thirty-foot fences crested with barbed wire, surrounding a maze of half-built buildings, overgrown weeds, stacked supplies, and twisted industrial piping. Lights were few and far between. A sign by the entrance labeled the place as a half-finished industrial pumping station. A bevy of notices plastered atop the sign indicated that the site had been hit by bankruptcy, foreclosure, and a half-dozen permit violations.
"It's just one purse snatcher," Vestal said, stepping up herself and leaning past Katy Colt's curvaceous gunbelt-clad hips to peer in curiously herself. Then she strutted past her into the entrance, put her hands on her hips, and whirled, smiling proudly. "Let me go after him!" she said. "I could use the solo experience!"
"Well, that is true," Valiant Valkyrie said, arriving last to the buxom, scantily-clad party - having had to step away quickly to re-park her custom supercar.
Standing side-by-side in the open entrance to the dark complex, Valiant Valkyrie and her eighteen-year-old sidekick completed the image of bold, defiant crime-fighting power the four superhuman women collectively represented. Both mentor and sidekick wore a bikini costume, covered in a pattern of golden double-Vs - Valiant Valkyrie's on a field of blue, while Vestal wore pink. Matching masks, circlets, gauntlets, and gleaming boots completed their ensembles. The magic golden belts that granted them their great strength and invulnerability were cinched tight around each heroine's staggeringly hourglass-shaped waist, with their logos embossed proudly upon the buckles, in between their belly buttons and the swooping surface of their defiantly skimpy panties.
"However," Valiant Valkyrie continued, "it is also still quite early in the evening. Let's all hunt him together! It will be a good warm-up for the rest of the night's patrolling."
This brought eager cheers of agreement from her three beautiful, nigh-invincible comrades.
Ushering her fellow superheroines through the gate, Valiant Valkyrie picked up a convenient piece of rebar, closed the gate behind them, and slid the rebar through it. Then, with the immense power provided by her golden belt, she twisted the length of cold iron around and around like a twist-tie, sealing herself and her three comrades inside the fence along with their prey.
"Well," Vestal laughed, turning and jogging off into the darkness. "I bet I still find him first!"
"Shouldn't we stick together?" Rebel Belle asked, hands upon her hips as she watched the little sidekick's supple, proud, pink-and-gold-panty-clad ass sway off into the gloom.
"Oh, please!" Valiant Valkyrie snorted. "He's just a lowly purse snatcher, not a real threat!" She watched with pride as her well-trained sidekick, the youngest of their number, vanished into the cloaking shadows to go and do her duty. "Besides, if we stay in one big clump we'll never catch him. Now, come on! First one to find him gets a foot massage from the others!"
And on Valiant Valkyrie's cue the three busty adult heroines laughed and swayed off into the darkness, splitting up so each could search on her own for their outmatched prey.
CUTSCENE
"Shit!" Python hissed to himself.
Lying on his belly in a dark, wet culvert he watched through grass and gloom as the strutting heroines' asses disappeared into the darkness one by one. Hot and scantily clad, his foes would have struck the cocky young thief as easy pussy had he seen them swaying in the club... but here, caught dead to rights and trapped in a dark maze, they terrified him. Pulling back from the entrance he slunk further back into the tiny culvert in which he was hiding, wiggling around a bend into complete pitch blackness.
Said darkness was lit for just a moment by the glow of his phone, revealing a large buried cistern into which a dozen more equally narrow culverts emptied, before the phone pressed to his ear and the darkness returned.
"Hey, Ramon... no, man, shut up. I don't have time for that bullshit right now. Listen! I'm trapped and gettin' hunted by super-cunts. Valiant Valkyrie, Rebel Slut, and some other big-tittied pimp-tamers. Ya gotta help me man..." He paused, listening. "Belts? Her and her sidekick both. Huh. Okay, maybe I can make something work."
Out of the corner of his ear, he heard the crunch of a boot on gravel. His blood ran cold.
"Listen, shut up," he whispered, harshly. "Look up more shit, man, I gotta go. .."
Snapping the phone closed, he pushed his head around the corner back into the culvert... just in time to see Vestal squat down at its entrance. Between her spread white thighs her sleek pink panties, covered in a pattern of little golden V's, were framed perfectly by the culvert entrance. Despite his predicament his long dick, pressed to the mud through his dark jeans, twitched with delight. Holding his breath, Python watched with wide night-shrouded eyes as Vestal's hands appeared, settling to the ground, and then her big identically pink-clad breasts jiggled down into view from above. Finally her cute masked face itself appeared before the culvert, framed by spills of dark hair, and curiously peeked inside.
"Helllooo?" she called out, in a sweet cooing voice. It might as well have been the call of a horror movie monster, for the effect it had on his nervous system.
She was less than a meter away from him. If he had wanted to he could have reached out and seized her pretty head, yanked it in close, and kissed her right on her luscious quivering lips.
