A short superhero erotica story by Tara Richards
Marina Lyle dropped from the rooftop and landed soundlessly in the darkness of the alley below.
Few knew her by that name, of course – to most, she was Alley Cat, Metro City's premiere jewel thief, and pin-up girl for the entire criminal underworld. She wasn't sure which she liked most, although the former was certainly more profitable.
And tonight had been more profitable than most nights – she'd just stolen the legendary Purple Puma diamond, a haul that would net her millions when she sold it on. Her cybernetic tail flickered in response to the pleasure that thought gave her.
Her costume was a night-black catsuit (she loved the irony of that) that rendered her almost invisible in the shadows. Nevertheless, she was a cautious feline; crouched in the darkness she used her cybernetic earpieces to listen for trouble.
And found it.
The low rumble of an all-too-familiar motorcycle. Within seconds, the alley was flooded with lights from the motorcycle's headlamps.
Alley Cat strode forward to confront the rider.
She was in every way a counter-point to Alley Cat; platinum blonde to her dark tresses; dressed in a silver and white catsuit in contrast to her dark one; a heroine to match her villainy.
Only their curvaceous bodies and raw sex appeal were comparable.
'White Star,' Alley Cat said, with mock-affection. 'Darling White Star. Have you come to bring me to justice?'
White Star swung one of her long legs across her motorcycle as she dismounted, and walked slowly across to face Alley Cat.
'Do I need to read you your rights or can I assume you know them?' she asked flatly.
Alley Cat's pale grey eyes narrowed behind her black mask.
'Oh babe. Are you still angry with me for snogging your boyfriend?'
White Star's pale blue eyes narrowed behind her white mask.
This was a reference to an incident last year when White Star's boyfriend, Dark Star had captured Alley Cat. Some photo's had been published in the tabloids showing the two of them kissing, she with her hands cuffed behind her; he with his hands firmly grabbing her ass. It was some kind of mind-control, he'd told White Star in the furious argument that had followed.....
'Do me a favour, bitch,' White Star said. 'Don't surrender without a fight.'
Alley Cat smiled thinly.
'Deal,' she said.
Motion.
White Star lashed out with a straight punch but Alley Cat had already started to drop into a low stance, throwing a powerful kick at her enemy's knee. White Star stepped over the kick, but she'd missed the movement of Alley Cat's cybernetic tail, which had snatched up a garbage can lid and flung it at her.
White Star ducked to avoid it but took a glancing backhand from Alley Cat as she did so.
The two women stood back from each other, breathing heavily.
'You know, I think it was the tail that did it for him,' Alley Cat smiled. 'Your boyfriend, I mean.'
White Star lashed out so quickly and violently that Alley Cat was caught by surprise; a white boot drove a re-inforced heel into her stomach, winding her.
She dropped back to avoid White Star's follow-up spinning kick and swept her supporting leg, dropping the superheroine to the ground.
'Or maybe it was the fine ass it was attached to,' she continued her taunting.
White Star kicked out at her but she skipped back, grinning.
'He certainly couldn't keep his hands off it.....'
White Star flipped back to her feet and Alley Cat started an elaborate series of flips towards her, converting her momentum into a huge spinning kick. Focusing her kiai to strike, she realised in horror that White Star had grabbed hold of her tail, in mid air.
White Star got both hands onto it and dragged with all her might, spinning Alley Cat hard into the ground.
Alley Cat shook herself, trying to clear her head when she felt the weight as White Star dropped onto her from behind; the superheroine slipped her long legs over her enemy's shoulders, clamping her toned thighs hard around her neck.
Alley Cat gasped for air as the powerful choke-hold took effect. Pinned to the ground by her enemy's full body weight, she could only make a few desperate attempts to dislodge her.
'Uh uh, bitch, not this time,' White Star shouted triumphantly. She wriggled her thighs, enjoying her enemy's helpless struggles.
'Cheap fucking slut,' she spat. 'And don't think everyone doesn't know you had implants, you....'
Alley Cat felt the pressure on her neck suddenly release. Gasping for breath, she struggled to all fours. White Star lay unconscious, a small dart protruding from her neck.
Dimly she became aware of boots approaching; bright yellow boots.
Above them, red and green striped trousers.
And above that, a spotted waistcoat over a plain white shirt.
Alley Cat finished looking up at her saviour. A mane of dishevelled purple hair framed a nightmare clown's make-up.
'Man, I am glad to see you,' Alley Cat said, accepting the hand he offered (and noting the dart gun he carried in his other hand).
The Clown pulled her to her feet, grinning broadly.
'Well,' he cackled cheerily. 'A villain's gotta help another villain when he can, huh?'
Alley Cat smiled agreement.
Then she bent over to inspect her fallen adversary, fully aware that in doing so she was presenting the Clown with a good view of her curvy ass. Sure he was insane but he was a man, after all. She didn't know why he'd intervened to help her but she certainly wasn't going to miss the opportunity to gloat.
'Now then,' she smiled. 'I wonder what the two of us could think of to do with an unconscious superheroine....'
And then she yelped and her hand darted reflexively to her ass. She pulled out a tiny dart, like the one that had felled White Star.
She turned to face the Clown, but just as her mouth started to form a question, the powerful sedative hit her system and she slumped, falling on top of her equally tranquilised enemy.
The Clown beamed down at them both, a pronounced bulge now jutting out in the front of his trousers.
'Ok ladies,' he chirped. 'Lets make some music....'
******
Consciousness returned slowly for White Star.
The first thing she felt was the bonds; she'd been tied up while she was unconscious. That was nothing new! Gradually she became aware that she was lying on something soft and warm; she felt breasts against her breasts; arms against her arms; thighs against her thighs.
As realisation dawned, she raised her head to find herself looking down into Alley Cat's face.
'Awake at last,' she sneered.
Both women had been secured on a solid frame, facing each other; Alley Cat below; White Star on top. Their long legs had been stretched to full splits position so that their bound bodies formed a capital T shape.
Both were naked apart from their masks.
White Star blew irritably at the strands of their entangled hair that were in her face.
'So sorry,'Alley Cat said sarcastically. 'Because of course this is exactly the position I wanted to wake up and find myself in....'
'What's happened to us?' White Star asked her, shortly. 'Who's responsible for this?'
'At a wild guess, I'd say it was the Clown' Alley Cat replied, twisting her head to look as a door to their right swung open.
The Clown entered, much changed from before; his wild purple hair had been dragged back into a ponytail and he was wearing a facsimile of a concert conductor's outfit. He was pushing a trolley laden with a variety of dildo's and vibrators, along with a series of jars and tubs.
The two women watched him in a mixture of curiousity and horror.
'Well
do
something!' Alley Cat told her.
'What do you suggest?' White Star asked her, drily.
'You're the superheroine,' Alley Cat smirked. 'Don't you have an emergency transmitter or something?'
'In my utility belt. Which I'm not wearing. And which I couldn't reach even I was. Anyway,
you're
the master thief and escapologist; I thought you could get out of any bind....?'
'Normally I would,' Alley Cat huffed. 'If I didn't have your fat body weighing me down!'
'Fat?!?! Listen, you cheap slut, I.....' White Star spat.
Then both women became aware of the Clown looming over them, watching.