Authors: Don Ship
None of Esmeralda’s clothes fit on her new body. She was tall, shapely, and busty now. So she began tearing the place apart, trying to find anything she could wear. Finally, she found a skimpy, black mini-dress made of spandex. She recalled that it had come off a vapid bimbo she'd sacrificed to the Legions of Hell a few months back. It was super tight, but managed to just cover her monster tits. With a pair of shiny black stilettos, it was good enough.
Esmeralda’s bolt hole was in a rundown warehouse district close to downtown Grimme City. In fact, it was fairly close to the most notorious red light district in the city, called Sugar Town, but even closer to the club district. Delta Street was lined with all the most hip, most popular nightclubs and dance clubs in Grimme City. It was the preferred playground of the city’s rich and famous, and of sexy co-eds from the nearby university.
“A lot of opportunities and options for a woman with a body like mine,” the wicked witch said, grinning.
As Esmeralda walked toward the club district, the few men she passed all stopped to gawk openly. It was a first for her. A very heady feeling, in fact. As she approached Delta Street, the young men became bolder. They started commenting and cat-calling.
“Work it, babe!” one called.
She smiled.
“Strut!” another said.
Then, in more of a hushed tone: “Do you know who that is? Wow. Look at her body!”
“Nice tits,” another man called from a passing car, then honked his horn.
“Holy shit, it is her,” a woman stage-whispered. “I never dreamed she would go slumming.”
“I knew it,” a blonde woman said. “All that virtuous, superior woman shit was a bunch of crap.”
“I know, with a body like that you know she’s getting banged left and right,” the young man with the blonde said.
Virtuous
? Esmeralda thought.
Me
? Then it occurred to her. They had no idea who she really was. They recognized her face, and thought that other woman was out slumming. And the woman they thought she was, was none other than Ms Patriot’s alter-ego.
She’s well-known. No wonder I thought I looked familiar
.
Esmeralda looked around, and spotted a dark alley. She pointed at the young man and his pretty blonde date, who had just commented on her. Their eyes widened.
“You two, come with me,” she commanded.
“Hey, now, we’re sorry,” he said.
“We don’t want trouble, ma’am,” the blonde said.
“Don’t make me say it again,” Esmeralda said, and entered the dark alley. Five steps in, and she had to stop. A parked car blocked her way. She scowled at it, but the now timid couple came up behind her. She could smell their fear as she turned to face them. “Come closer. Closer.”
“We’re so sorry,” the blonde said. “Please forgive us, ma’am. We’ve… um… we’ve been drinking.”
“Yes, drinking,” her boyfriend said.
“Oh, shut up,” Esmeralda said.
They were both so pathetic, yet quite attractive. Then she noticed that they were both staring at her tits. Glancing down at her boobs, she noticed that her nipples were erect and half-revealed. That skimpy dress wasn’t able to truly contain her assets. At first, anger erupted within, but then she recalled how everyone stared at Ms Patriot’s tits, commented on them, studied them on the Internet. So that was what it was like to be a super heroine. Interesting. So she unobtrusively nudged her mini-dress down a bit, revealing more nipple. The couple let out a tiny gasp, seemingly mesmerized.
Gnawing on her lip, and with a sultry look in her eyes, the wicked witch leaned over towards them slightly. She noticed the young man’s cock was tenting his pants, and the young blonde woman was starting to pant lightly.
“Have either of you ever been with someone like me?” Esmeralda said with a sexy, breathy voice.
“No,” they said in unison, eyes big as saucers.
“Go ahead, touch them,” Esmeralda said. “They don’t bite.”
Esmeralda expected them to gently, timidly touch and caress her boobs, but the young man reached out quickly and scooped her left tit out of her dress. He firmly squeezed and fondled that large, firm tit, while sucking and nibbling on her hypersensitive nipple. It was like a bolt out of hell hit her, super-charging her body, throwing her in full horny mode. Her insides turned to hot mush, all tingly and feeling so good. And then the blonde started kissing and nuzzling her neck, cheek, and ear.
“Uuummmmm,” Esmeralda groaned, pushed back against the parked car. Then she was pushed up atop the trunk. The pretty blonde’s delicate, manicured hand stroked the wicked witch’s inner thigh, and then went up her skirt. The witch’s mind was reeling with unfamiliar feelings and urges, but she did marvel a second on just how wet she was down there when the blonde’s fingers spread her open and started rubbing. “Ooooooh.”
The blonde's talented fingers moved to her clit. The man pulled her dress down to expose both boobs, while he roughly fondled her. He rubbed his face all over her tits, pushed it deep in her cleavage, and then sucked in a sensitive nipple.
"Ooooh!" Esmeralda cried, back bowing and head rolling back. Her pussy started throbbing. She felt so achy, needy. "Great Satan."
"What did you say?" the young man said.
“Fuck her, Mikey,” the blonde urged. “Fuck Jennifer Jade. Fuck her.”
The couple pulled away. Esmeralda, panting and gasping, looked down the length of her spectacular body. Mikey was unzipping, pulling out a long, hard cock.
FLASH. FLASH
. The blonde was taking pictures with a camera phone. Then Esmeralda watched in near-mindless fascination as Mikey spread her long, shapely legs wide, and then moved up between them.
FLASH
. The witch bit her lip as his cock pressed into her hot, wet folds, and then penetrated her achy, needy cunt.
The wicked witch sucked in a sharp breath, eyes huge. It was the first time she'd ever been penetrated by a man. He felt huge. Too big. Her little hole was getting stretched past the point of pain. And then he thrust even deeper.
“Ugggh,” Esmeralda grunted. “So big. Oh. My… Uggh.”
“Take more pictures,” Mikey gasped out, thrusting in and out of that sopping wet pussy, driving himself deeper with every thrust. Esmeralda held onto his shoulders, staring open-mouthed into his jubilant face. “I’m fucking Jennifer Jade. I’m fucking the most beautiful woman in Grimme City.”
“Hey!” the blonde cried. “You pig.”
“Take pictures,” he said, then started motorboating Esmeralda’s perfect pair, while ramming it home over and over.
FLASH.
Esmeralda’s back arched as she began that mad rush to climax. Her hands clutched at him, while her legs wrapped around him. “Take video!”
"I'm switching to video," his girlfriend/partner-in-crime said, zooming in on his cock going in and out, and then over to Esmeralda's boobs bouncing and jostling all around as he licked, sucked, and motorboated them.
“Great Satan! Oh! I’m… Coming! Aaaaaaaagghh!” the sexy witch cried, bucking madly. "Oh yes! Yes! Aaaaaaaaggghh!"
Esmeralda felt Mikey become frantic, plowing into her like a madman. His hands tightened on her body, hurting so good. And then he tensed.
“Yes!” Mikey cried, back bowing as he began creaming her pussy. “I fucked Jennifer Jade! I am the man!”
Her body erupted again. Awesome pleasure pulsed through her.
“Aaaaaagghh!” Esmeralda cried. “Oh, so good.”
Mikey pulled out, and Esmeralda writhed atop the car, basking in the afterglow, when she was rudely yanked off the car and forced to her knees. The blonde grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to rise up on her knees. Mikey pushed his nasty, sticky cock in her face.
“Lick him clean, Ms Virtuous Superior Woman,” the blonde sneered.
“What? I don’t think so… Hhhmmmgghh,” she said, and was stifled and surprised when his cock thrust into her mouth as she spoke. Though shocked, her new body knew what to do. She was stunned to find herself actually sucking on his cock. And liking it. “Mmmmm.”
The blonde recorded it on video, and took some still shots as well. Of course. Esmeralda wasn’t really paying attention to her. Sucking and licking cock and balls took all of her attention and concentration. Why had she always thought of that act as disgusting? Seemed natural to her.
“Damn, she’s good,” Mikey said.
“She’s got talent,” the blonde said. “She’s really going to enjoy being the world’s newest celebrity sex-tape girl, though. Hahaha!”
“Hgh? Sex tape?” Esmeralda said groggily. She sat back on her legs and narrowed her eyes at them. “What do you…. Hey! Come back!”
Too late. The young couple took off running, laughing and calling back taunts. The witch watched them vanish into the darkness, still on her knees and panting heavily. Her mind was too scrambled to use magic, and her body was still quaking and weak from multiple orgasms. It was scary good, and another super heroine predicament she had just experienced.
“Whew! That was… amazing,” she said breathlessly. She pressed her hand against her lower belly, marveling at how it was still quivering. “Damn. I’m so horny I could put on a skimpy costume and go out to fight crime. Hahaha!”
Still panting, Esmeralda just knelt in the dark shadows of the alley, giving her spectacular body time to recover. Amazingly quickly, her body and her mind returned to normal. As she regained her mental facilities, the wicked witch started considering what the young couple said. They thought she was Jennifer Jade.
Esmeralda was not one to care about, much less keep up with, the shenanigans of the rich and privileged, but she knew the name Jennifer Jade. Ms Jade was the crème del la crème of Grimme City High Society. She was the reigning queen of business, politics, and goodie-two-shoe busybody philanthropists. In a word, Jennifer Jade embodied everything Esmeralda despised.
She considers herself a 'superior woman' as I recall
, the wicked witch thought, smirking evilly.
Miss Jennifer's reputation is spotless. She holds herself up as a role model of virtue.
Her smirk turned truly wicked, as she thought,
I could have so much fun humiliating that stuck-up uber bitch. It would be so much fun to utterly despoil her sterling reputation, drag her through the media gutter
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Chapter 3
Grimme City's premier super heroine and her sexy sidekick were on patrol near downtown. Ms Patriot and Patriot Girl were in the Patriot Mobile, slowly cruising down Delta Street, and the night club district, heading for the notorious Sugar Town red light district beyond. Unfortunately, a long, black limousine in front of them was slowing them down. They smiled in relief when it finally pulled towards the curb.
"Now we can do some good," Ms Patriot said.
Unfortunately, the limo's driver didn't pull all of the way over, so the limo still blocked the heroic duo. The two super heroines fumed, but said nothing. Challenging the driver in front of so many witnesses would only make them look bad.
"Holy doppelganger," Patriot Girl gasped out, then pointed at the dark-haired woman exiting the limo. "Is that… you?"
Ms Patriot's baby blues locked on the tall, busty beauty. They had the same shimmering black hair, curvaceous body and… Face.
"Make way for Jennifer Jade!" the doorman cried, clearing a path. The people were calling out "Jennifer Jade!" all around her. Everyone looked so excited, and the fake Jennifer looked so proud and haughty, so damned arrogant and self-possessed. She was dressed to impress — impress the worst kind of men. She wore the skimpiest, flimsiest of shimmering black mini-dresses, with a wide black belt and matching thigh boots. And lots of cheap, very shiny jewelry.
And worst of all, her whole outfit looked very cheap.
"She's stealing my iden… I mean, she's not the real Jennifer Jade," Ms Patriot said, glancing around to see if anyone was close enough to hear them. After checking traffic, she whipped around the limo and drove into a nearby alley, and parked. "Let's go find out who that is, and what she's up to."
"Up to no good, no doubt," Patriot Girl said, blue eyes narrowing behind her blue mask.
Instead of going in through the front door, the sexy super duo headed for the club’s back door, and entered through the club's kitchen. The kitchen staff stopped and stared at them as they passed through. There was a short corridor that exited out next to the long bar in the back of the club, near the DJ.
The music was loud and thumping, beating at Ms Patriot’s breast bone. Though it was more Patriot Girl’s generation’s music, it did call to something deep and primal in her soul. Out on the dance floor, her doppelganger was dancing sultrily with a pair of young blondes, rubbing her spectacular body all over theirs.
She wanted to challenge the imposter, but felt it better to figure out what the "other" Jennifer was up to first. So Ms Patriot led Patriot Girl back down the corridor to a room with a nameplate that said SECURITY. She knocked and entered, closing the door quickly after Patriot Girl.
“Of course,” Patriot Girl sneered at the sight before her.
Ms Patriot turned to see three security men gawking at them. On the main monitor before them was the Jennifer Jade imposter. The security guards had zoomed in on her tits. Her face and tits filled the screen. The camera was obviously in the ceiling, so they were really looking down her cleavage.
“Mmmm,” Ms Patriot said, shaking her head with disapproval. “I see you found the person I’m interested in observing. How nice. Now, be so kind as to pull the camera back out to watch her at a more respectable distance.”