Fierce, gritty Urban Fantasy Super Heroine in Peril story about a sexy costumed vigilante who bites off more than she can chew when she challenges the Vice Department, accusing them of dirty deeds.
Fierce and proud, Lady Katana is one of the city's premier FEM Fighters, a group of costumed and masked vigilantes. She is out to prove the Vice Department is on the take, and clean out the infamous Tenderloin District of hookers and pimps. What happens when the proud super heroine goes toe-to-toe with Angus Campbell, a seven foot tall vicious pimp. After their give and take battle royale, who will reign supreme? And where is Vice? What will they do about their most vocal detractor?
Warning: Explicit sex and violence, capture fantasy, bondage, M/f, super heroine sex, super heroine peril, bondage and domination, stripping, and unmasking.
Snippet: Angus charged her. He knew she was distracted, but he didn't know how fast she was, so she blocked his knockout right cross, caught his wrist, and tossed him over her shoulder. He rolled to his feet, despite be taken completely by surprise. Pimps beat women into submission and were never tossed around by them. She charged in before he could square off with her and barely ducked beneath his backhand.
"You're fast for a big man," she conceded. "But not fast enough to save you from my wrath."
Lady Katana ducked under another right cross, stepped inside his guard, and smashed a roundhouse to the side of his head. Angus grunted and fell back a step. She kicked him in the groin, doubled him up, and slammed a knee into his unprotected face. The pimp fell to his knees with a look of pain and astonishment.
"On your feet, pimp. I'm not through with you yet," she said, taunting him. She couldn't stop thinking about how he laughed at her that night five years ago, as she gasped and begged for him to stop. Stop shoving his way too big cock up her butt. The more she cried and begged for mercy, the harder he laughed and the harder he fucked her. And the worst part, he climaxed her. Five times. Those were the only climaxes she'd ever had. Nothing before or after. "I'm going to shove my foot up your ass and see how you like it."
He got up, and she knocked him back down. Up and down, up and down. She never gave him time to set his feet, to assume a fighting stance, before she knocked him back down to his knees. He never gave that eighteen year old beauty queen a chance.
"Okay, you win," Angus said. He was on all fours before her, shaking his head after that last kick to the head she'd delivered. "I'll go away."
"Leave the city and never come back," she said.
"Whatever," he said. "I've had enough."
"Good boy," she sneered, smiling smugly. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. "And good riddance."
Angus staggered to his feet, still bent over and looking like he was struggling. She frowned, assuming a super heroine pose just a foot before him. Lady Katana wanted him to remember her properly, as powerful and dominant. Then he clasped his hands together, and brought that double-sized fist straight up into her chin.
"Ugh," she grunted, staggering back. A second later Angus' big, hard fist slammed into her belly. Lady Katana doubled up around that fist. "Ooooff!"
He threw her up against a brick wall, and backhanded her in the face as she bounced off. Lady Katana's booted feet flew up in the air and she landed hard on her head.
"Take that, you stuck up bitch," Angus cried.
He tried to stomp on her belly. The vivacious vigilante rolled to the side and back to her feet. Before he knew what was happening she sent a roundhouse to his head, then followed up with a combination to the body with FEM belt enhanced fist. Angus grunted and stumbled back.
About the Author: Don has been hooked on sexy super heroines since the day he watched Frau Fausta Grables chloroform and capture Wonder Woman on TV. It was a simple step from there into super heroines in peril stories. Now he writes his own characters, and it having the time of his life doing so.