Valkyrie meets Attila the Hung, and learns a horrid truth.
Our Story Thus Far:
Valiant Valkyrie has accepted two challenges from the new upstart heroine Alpha Angel, and lost both. As a result she has had to hand over her bikini, and let her rival fuck her in public with a strap-on. But then Alpha Angel let slip that the big boss of the gang they have been fighting is still at large - and that she knew where he was. Determined to reclaim her image as the true Queen of Valor, Valkyrie has forced Alpha Angel to agree to one last wager: if she can bring in Attila the Hung, the boss of the Big Stallions, Alpha Angel will return her costume and become her servant. But, all may not be as it seems.
See part one for other general notes on this story. All characters in this work are over the age of eighteen.
Note that two possible endings will follow this chapter; a short note at the end of this chapter gives some more information on this choice.
Sprinting nude through a dozen streets filled with gaping, rubber-necking civilians, Valiant Valkyrie soon entered the towering old Palacio Housing Projects - at the center of which her target building waited. It was a tall tower, like many that stretched to either side of it in the preplanned and now decaying development.
The back entrance Alpha Angel had specified was guarded by two bored Stallion goons. Lesser members of their gang, based on the bulges in their track pants Valkyrie contemptuously judged them to be eight inches long - nine at the most. They looked up, astonished, as a loud 'For Justice!' suddenly sounded and they saw a buxom naked beauty hurtling through the air at them. Her flashing heel smashed down one, and her streaking fist made short work of the other. Retrieving a key from the pocket of one of the fallen guards - and resisting the brief temptation to take a quick peek inside his waistband, just to confirm her earlier estimate - she opened the steel door and slipped hurriedly inside.
"I've got to move fast," she thought to herself, as she jiggled rapidly down a set of steel steps, boot-steps clanging softly around her. "They probably watched my humiliation on the news -- the last thing they'll expect is an attack now. And that's my biggest advantage!"
Smirking, Valiant Valkyrie emerged from the stairs and charged out into a dark room... only to find it empty and without exits. With a loud 'clang!' a thick steel plate suddenly slammed down behind her, sealing her in. Valiant Valkyrie whirled and gaped at it in shock. Moments later, thick cloying gas began to pour from several dozen hidden spigots, rapidly filling the room.
"Oh my Goddess! A trap!" Valiant Valkyrie cried. She hurled herself at the thick steel door but, though her mighty fists made several deep dents, she was unable to break free. It was in any case too late. Panting hard with exertion after her sprint and her frenzied attack, she had already breathed in too much of the gas. Slumping down at the door, Valiant Valkyrie gave it one last half-hearted pound and then fell back to sprawl across the floor. Naked, her huge breasts rose and fell softly amidst the swirling gas as sleep overtook her. Her mighty thighs came to rest spread out slightly upon the floor - leaving her moist pussy helpless and exposed between them.
A few minutes later, the gas started to thin. A hidden panel, cleverly painted and disguised to look exactly like the surrounding brick, silently detached from the wall and swung inward. Several tall and muscular men emerged, wearing wife-beaters and gas masks, and distinctive Big Stallion belt buckles at their waists. Kneeling down around the naked slumbering superheroine, one of them removed her belt while the others strapped a anesthetic-laced pad over her gently sighing mouth. Then, hoisting her jiggling and unconscious blonde form they carried her through the hidden portal, which closed silently behind them.
A little while later Valiant Valkyrie awoke, rolled over, and groaned.
"Hello, bitch," Wrecker said, looking down at her - and grinned.
She lay, naked and in chains, on the floor of a dark and grimy room. Wrecker and his gang stood over her. Their oversized running shoes surrounded her quivering buxom curves, while their lanky bodies towered up over her beautiful blinking face. Valiant Valkyrie did not let her shock last for long. Despite lying upon her side at his feet, her huge breasts spilling out and jiggling upon the cold rough ground before the toes of his big grubby shoes, she lifted her head high and regarded him fearlessly.
"Hello, Wrecker," she said, regally. She smirked, smugly. "You want me to make your dingaling twist like a helpless little worm underneath my finger, again?"
"Nah, bitch," Wrecker said. "It's you that's gonna be twisting under my finger this time."
Squatting down over her, he stuck out a finger and traced it idly round and round her tender left nipple. Valiant Valkyrie gasped in outrage, but, though she struggled and strained against her clanking chains, could ultimately do nothing but grit her teeth and helplessly watch. Under the circular caress of his jet-black fingertip her delicate pink nipple rapidly swelled until it was completely engorged. Grinning, Wrecker gave her helpless, delicate nipple a single, mocking flick with his finger. Then he stood up, and looked down upon her.
"Get this horny super-slut on her feet," he told his boys.
Whooping with glee, the eager thugs fell upon their prey. Valiant Valkyrie cried out with rage and thrashed angrily, but ultimately her resistance was useless. A dozen hands, of a half-dozen races, all seized her pale curvy flesh at once, and wrenched her to her feet before their grinning boss. Still more hands slipped in to slap and squeeze mockingly at the mighty heroine's lusciously curved ass, thighs, and flanks, even as she snarled and squirmed violently under their gloating fingers.
"Let me go," she snapped up at Wrecker, as she found herself held in place before him by a half-dozen strong firm hands. "Face me in a fair fight, you coward. I dare you!"
But he just smirked. "You didn't take off your belt when you trashed us, you big titty bitch," he said. "So I see no reason to fight fair now that the shoe is on the other size 15 foot, slut."
