Alpha Angel vs Valiant Valkyrie Ch. 02
Having lost round one (and her bra), Valkyrie wants revenge
Our Story Thus Far:
In the previous chapter Valiant Valkyrie encountered Alpha Angel, a combative upstart in an American-Flag based costume. The younger heroine declared Valkyrie an obsolete has-been and challenged her to a contest; and upon losing Valkyrie was forced to hand over her top and then publically eat her victorious rival out. But afterwards the wet-chinned and topless Valkyrie still could not resist declaring that she was still the superior superheroine... which Alpha Angel immediately took as an opportunity to demand another wager.
See part one for other general notes on this story. All characters in this work are over the age of eighteen.
Feeling all eyes upon her, the Queen of Valor shivered. But, even though her broad flat belly fluttered with what felt like a thousand butterflies, she found she had no choice.
"Of... of course!" she said, in response to her younger rival's challenge to a second wager.
Smiling brightly, Alpha Angel - who looked roughly twenty-one - stood in the midst of the ring of filming cameras and gaping civilians... and let her eyes run around her gasping, topless, wet-faced rival with relish. Her pink hair, swept back behind her back, was kept in place by a golden headband. It lay behind her ears, which were decorated by two red star-shaped earrings.
"I may have arrested twenty Big Stallions," she said, waving a raised finger back and forth before the older superheroine. "But their second in command, Frog Tongue, is still at large. First heroine to catch him wins." The already smug young superheroine grew smugger, as her smirk broadened. "The loser," she purred, her eyes glittering with delight, "has to hand over her panties, and then let the winner fuck her with a strap-on..."
"S-suffering SIF!" Valiant Valkyrie gasped, hand leaping up to her moist lips. "How... how do you come up with these ideas?!" But inside her panties, her other moist lips suddenly flooded with oozing fluids at the very idea. Though whether at the idea of exacting said forfeit from her shapely foe or giving it, it was perhaps difficult even for the squirming superheroine herself to tell.
"Oh?" Alpha Angel cooed, batting her eyelashes and smirking. "What's the matter? Is Valiant Valkyrie not so sure she's the superior superheroine after all?"
"Of course not!" Valiant Valkyrie said, automatically. Lowering her hands back to her hips, she raised her dripping chin and snarled defiantly. "V-very well, then. If those are your terms, then it will be my pleasure to bend you over and chastise you by them, bitch! I accept!"
"Excellent!" Alpha Angel said. "Good luck!" Then, without another word, she turned and strutted away. As she did so, she gave Valkyrie a very good look at her backside. Alpha Angel's jacket, although it had a clearly military-influenced cut at the neck and cuffs, reached down on bottom to exactly the midpoint of her hourglass-shaped waist. Which, by what was clearly deliberate design, left her entire red-and-white-striped ass exposed. As she strutted away, Alpha Angel quite obviously waved said svelte, round vertically-striped bottom tauntingly back and forth - as if showing off how she was going to rub Valkyrie's face in it as she sauntered forth.
Shaking her head, Valkyrie turned and promptly set out herself. But, perhaps because of the memory of her tauntingly-waved buns still lingering in her head, she found she could not get her thoughts off of her rival.
"Who does she think she is?" she asked herself, as she sprinted along.
Superheroes and superheroines tended to be objects of mystery, by their nature. Kaja Hammer did not go around broadcasting her dual identity as the Valiant Valkyrie, and neither did the vast majority of her comrades. There were a select few with whom she had shared mutual knowledge of each others' identities; the Sun Idol, the Rebel Belle, and Daring Diva, for instance. But many of the others, especially the newer girls who were just finding their footing, weren't yet ready to go to that level. And that was, of course, she always assured them, absolutely okay. It was normal, and they should just take their time and do it only when they felt comfortable.
But even by those standards, Alpha Angel was something else. She had appeared, literally out of nowhere one day, without warning. Nobody had ever heard of her before, despite the fact that she seemed to wield a power almost equal to Valkyrie's own. She vanished without a trace for weeks at a time, only to suddenly burst back out in a frenzy of activity. On more than one occasion, when she had joined up with a comrade for a mission, she had suddenly departed in the middle of it without a word of explanation. And yet, despite that, she never once seemed to set foot anywhere without immediately assuming she should be in charge.
'Who the fuck does she think she is?' Valkyrie growled to herself, as she ran.
But then, as she neared the boundary between Mesa Chica and the Palacio Projects, Valkyrie forced herself to get her mind off of Alpha Angel, and back onto the hard work of defeating her. There would be plenty of time to interrogate the younger heroine on such details, she told herself with a smirk, once she was interrogating the interior of her defeated pussy with a strap-on.
She did have some on hand. Several actually... in her trophy vault. Confiscated from this or that naughty villainess over the years. Some of them had quite intriguingly fiendish designs. She had long been curious to put one of them in particular to the test. Despite her demand of doing it in public, Valkyrie thought she would use this as an excuse to bring the humiliated heroine back to her base, so she could really take her time and...
With a sharp gasp, Valkyrie shook her head - and for a second time forced herself to get her mind off of her rival and back to business.
'If I'm going to win this,' she thought to herself, as she jogged on past more and more gawking onlookers, 'I'll have to be smart. I need intelligence...'
Her mind once more focused, Valiant Valkyrie sprinted deep into Big Stallions territory. SHe made right for one of their most notorious hangouts: a dingy and ill-lit basement bar called the Palais Royale. She kicked the door open with a gleaming boot and charged inside, to find a half dozen muscular Big Stallion thugs gaping at her in a loose ring, having just leapt from their chairs and barstools in shock.
"Oh, shit!" one yelped. "It's Valiant Valkyrie!"
Looks of fear swept across the thugs' faces, as they beheld the mighty super-heroine suddenly standing before them. Then their eyes sunk lower... and the fear faded somewhat as they took in her enormous bare breasts, undulating deliciously before them.
"Hey, bitch!" the tallest and most muscular thug said to her.
The Big Stallions were a multi-ethnic gang since, like most of Beachport's gangs, they were run by a shadowy supervillain - who tended to have more idiosyncratic concerns. But while the others were from a number of different races, the tall man himself was jet black and appeared to be this cell's leader... and based on the massive bulge steadily distending down his athletic pants, the best hung as well. Valiant Valkyrie gasped and, in her state of heightened horniness, tried not to stare at it. A golden chain hanging down onto his shirt labeled him as Wrecker.
"You enjoy licking Alpha Angel's pussy?" he asked, leering. He glanced her up and down, from her tiny panties, stretched across wide fertile hips, to her huge jiggling breasts, to her full red lips... which were open and quivering. His smirk broadened. "Or you come looking for some big Stallion dick, and enough criminal cum to wash the taste of her juices out of your mouth?"
On the televisions behind him, three different news stations were already replaying pixelated footage of her defeat and consequent humiliation. The sight made Valkyrie blush slightly, but she did her best to ignore it. Stepping forward, she gave the huge thug a humorless stare and put her hands on her pantied hips. Her head tilted back and she glared at him.
"I'm here for information on Frog Tongue," she said. "And you're going to give it to me. Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way..."
"Sorry, bitch," Wrecker laughed. He grabbed the crotch of his jogging pants and squeezed his huge bulge. "I'm afraid with those big titties wobbling in my face, you're only going to get the hard way from me!"
"Suit yourself," Valiant Valkyrie said, and punched him in the face.
With a yelp, the rest of the thugs tore their eyes from her distractingly swaying breasts and rushed forward to try and dogpile her. But with a flurry of punches and kicks, Valiant Valkyrie sent them flying backwards. They landed with splintering crashes amidst the bar furniture and lay still, groaning.
Standing tall and proud in the center of a ring of bruised fallen goons, Valiant Valkyrie put her hands on her pantied hips and smirked... her huge breasts still swaying violently. "Let that be a lesson to you," she said,proudly, "that even a topless Queen of Valor is not to be trifled with. Now, about my original request..."
Reaching down, she seized Wrecker by his shirt. The huge thug groaned as he was hoisted up into the air before her. Soon the tips of his giant track shoes were dangling roughly level with her swooping, skimpy panties. Holding the gurgling criminal aloft with one hand, she raised the other behind her and formed a fist.
"Tell me where Frog Tongue is," she said. "Or my next punch won't be a love tap."
