Miras
Tribune
Super(ior) Spanking
As a superheroine, I've been protecting the Earth for seven years. In every crisis such as this one, I look forward to beating up all the minions and challenging the supervillain himself.
And then I get annoyed when the foe of all humankind notices my dad first.
"From what I've heard about you, you'd make an amazing assistant in my lab, Mr. QuantumRaiser," Dr. Pandemic said amiably from the other side of the line of chemical utensils tables. "But friendship between us does not seem to be possible. One wrong movement of your thunderous body, or one wrong movement of my body, is enough to fill the room with more terrible viruses and bacteria than what you and your lovely daughter came for."
I was happy when someone called me lovely, but I wish it were someone attractive. Dr. Pandemic may have looked like a young brown-haired college student, but my eyes could see through his illusion, and I saw him as a vortex of floating white balls.
My dad stepped forward. A silver rake gleamed on his chest gleamed, the single decoration of his dark green costume. "I'm growing useful life, not your microscopic bastards," he growled. "I have stopped the improved mumps and will stop this "proletarian gangrene" of yours as well." ¨
Dr. Pandemic smiled and pointed to a large glass vault behind him, in the center of which was a cube with orange liquid contents. "It may look like ordinary glass, but even your fists won't break it. We'll get over Brussels any moment now, and I will release it into the air!"
"QuantumRaiser may not make it, but UnfazedGirl will!" I shouted, finally standing up so he could admire the beauty of my subtle figure in my close-fitting pale blue spandex.
"I heard something about you," Dr. Pandemic said reluctantly. "You shouldn't underestimate my equipment..."
I could feel that the supervillain was about to monologue. Paradoxically, his attention faltered. I was able to take advantage of that. I started my phase shifts and headed for the vault. The shifts are excellent because they allow you to get around anything, but you can't sense or touch anything while using them, not even breathe. Fortunately, I learned to distinguish the microseconds of my life and travel, so I didn't immediately sink into the ground. That didn't mean that I had all the grounds covered. I quickly cleared the distance between me and the vault, but as soon as I tried to step behind the transparent door, it pushed me backward, and I ended up in the corner across from Dr. Pandemic.
"Like I said, I heard about you," said the supervillain happily. "I installed a few multi-phase layers you can't adapt to.
"An alarm sounded, indicating that Viral Temple had passed over Brussels. A superhero must always have a plan B and, if possible, a plan C. I had only one option.
"Dad, throw it to me!"
Dad is incredibly massive, but he can also be agile. He pulled a small statue out of his costume pocket and threw it in my direction. Since I remained the most flexible person in the room, I managed to grab it instead of Dr. Pandemic. It was some piece of Akkadian or Babylonian art—a woman with four wings and a monstrous face. I got extremely close to the vault and pointed it toward the orange spot in the middle. The statue's eyes blazed, and the color in the transparent carrier began to fade until it finally disappeared.
Maybe you are wondering why we didn't use the statuette before. Because it's not a friendly instrument. If you draw evil with it, you will strengthen the ancient Underworld of Mot and open the gate to our world for it. Judging by the way the statue was blazing in my hands, we sent a lot of power there, and neither of us had the superpower of magic.
"Break it!" my dad shouted at me, who understood what was happening and maneuvered between the tables.
"It can get fed up with these viruses here," I objected and immediately sneered at two angry guys: Dad and Dr. Pandemic, who didn't like the liquidation of his latest plan. I gracefully went to the hallway, where I opened the window and threw the statue out of the flying fortress towards the Belgian soil.
I heard a fight behind me, but I knew my dad would win with his diamond-hard muscles. I found the bridge and sent a signal to invite helicopters from all NATO countries to occupy us.
"The evil could have grown here!" my dad yelled at me as soon as we landed, and the police led away Dr. Pandemic in the net.
"No," I disagreed. "If it doesn't find a massive source of further growth, it will disappear quickly."
Dad turned red in the face. "Brussels is the center of the European Union. Do you know how much concentrated evil is here?"
I thought there was the least of it here from all the continents, but there was no point in arguing with him anymore. Judging how my dad shook my arm, I knew my fate was sealed.
To give you an idea of our family, my parents were simple farmers in Arkansas and had only two boys when the War of the Gods began. Legions of forgotten and well-known deities crisscrossed the sky over people in straw huts and over those who knew such characters only from television. We eliminated most of them with Dawkins rays, and shreds of their bodies gave humans superpowers then.
My parents never found out whose arm landed on their farm. While my mom gained the power to change gravity to antigravity, my dad gained a more solid constitution and incredible procreative power, which he didn't just use for more vegetable production. He had nine more sons, but none of them had superpowers. It was the same with me when I came into the world.
Until the moment, I wanted to earn money for charity by selling photos of my boobs.
Dad, on the other hand, exposed my ass, but before he managed his first stroke, I escaped from the clutch of the coming punishment with my newfound ability. He was so glad the family had a new superheroine that he kissed me and let my mom make only my favorite foods for a week. He couldn't even spank me since then until we discovered alien chains in a giant pyramid on an asteroid in the Cupier belt.
"Come on, Jessica, you know what you are supposed to fetch if you want your dinner!" Dad woke me from daydreaming when the helicopter dropped us off at our rural home. I nodded humbly and went to his bedroom to look for two items that were going to bring me a lot of pain today. I threw color-changing and mass-changing chains over my arms and then a broad leather belt with a menacingly gleaming buckle. I didn't want to go downstairs to see my dad, but I had to. On the windowsill, I saw a pigeon watching me. "I'm sure no one beats you," I complained. "But on the other hand, you don't have anyone to protect you either."
I hurried so Dad wouldn't give me a few more strokes for being late. Downstairs, I handed it all over to him, and in a disciplined manner, I pulled down my spandex pants and panties, studded, by the way, with the QuantumRaiser superhero symbol. He owned my ass. That was certain.
"Go on the chair, girl," he commanded me as soon as he painfully bound my hands and feet. I obediently let my calves rest on the seat and grabbed the backrest.
"Who is the commander of our superhero team?"
"You are!"
SLAP!!!
The belt whizzed and smacked when it touched my bare ass. I screamed out loud and briefly twisted my legs upward, but my dad straightened them.
"What gets in the way gets hit, too. What do team members need when they make stupid decisions?"
"They need to learn by the harsh pain!"
The buckle flashed, and the leather collided with my buttocks and thighs.
"WAAAAAA!"
"You'll be reading a book by Dr. Kyle about Superhero ethics for a whole week, and you'll write an essay about that," my dad condemned me and continued with thrashing like I hadn't experienced for maybe five years. I twisted my ass perhaps more than during sex, but in each case, he hit him across the entire width anyway.
WHACK!
WHACK!
POW!
Good - I made up the POW, but it would make sense in our family. After a few more strokes, my dad threw off the belt, and I was already squirming in agony at that moment. He held my back and started spanking me with his bare hand. Now, realize one thing. His hands are almost as hard as a diamond. Rather than experience these bangs and this heat in my flesh, I'd return to the mission in the Frozen Dream of Ivan the Terrible.
I had to squeeze my chair convulsively so that I wouldn't run away from it, but then my dad "made it easier" for me when he bent me over his knee and slapped me two dozen more times. Well, I kept confirming what he told him, although I hardly understood it despite my screaming and the sound of the blows.
After all that painful business, I removed my mask and changed into civilian clothes. Indeed, I got dinner. Dad was an excellent cook and used his turnips, potatoes, and carrots, which he grew in abundance thanks to his superpower. I cried all the time while eating, but he didn't mind.
"I want you to train all day tomorrow. By the evening, you must deliver something to Mom and fly away with her. She's going on a mission and will need one key artifact."
I was fidgeting in bed and tossing from side to side. Since phasing does not relieve pain in any way, I thought instead about what awaited me. Just so you will understand, my parents went through something much worse than divorce. Superheroes are divided into two agencies - Dominion of Columbia and Miracle. Our family originally belonged to the Dominion, but my mom moved to a higher-paying competitor. Since then, my dad has hated the idea of living together, even though they are still married. He considers Miracle to be a bunch of sell-outs who sell faces of their members. Maybe he didn't like the idea of his mother's face on someone's underwear, although he could have imagined something like that for himself.
The next day, I trained on every inch of our property, where we didn't plant vegetables and avoided my dad. But it was clear that we had to meet at another meeting so he could hand over the special delivery to me.
"Give my mom a kiss that I haven't given her in years," Dad said, sadly as he handed me a box that resembled an old decorated book. "Tell her I have nothing against her sleeping with me, but she'd have to change agencies again."
With this kind of message, I went to the Little Rock airport and from there to Canaveral Cape, where I changed into a costume in a secret corner and entered the hangar at the spaceport, adapted for our needs.
Inside lay Cold Power, the ship on which my mother had traveled into space. She was washing her right now, no doubt preparing her for a journey through space in which her yacht-like curves would be lost due to the black surface.
"Hi, Jessie!" my mom called out to me. "I will welcome you and what you bring me!" My mom, Screwing Gravity, wore her sexy outfit with thongs and a pineapple motif - nobody knew why.
"Why are you loitering so much?" She urged me.
"Dad has spanked me," I confided when I finally came to her and handed her a parcel.
"Then be glad you didn't get a beating from me," Mom cheered. "I'd thrash you so hard that you couldn't go on a mission!"
I was pleased that my mom would give me even more care! Therefore, I boarded the ship with a dull expression and stayed in the rear cabin until we were in orbit. Then I came to her and finally asked what our task was.
Mom was talking to me, but she was staring into space, which was soon replaced by the hyperspace effects with an unusual geometry. "Two villains, whose identities are unknown, have captured the Singularity philosopher, an artificial intelligence built around a black hole. They perform a powerful energy operation with it, which will eventually end with its destruction. Since the construct has the consciousness, we have to classify it as attempted murder."
"A long way?"
"Not, just one and a half of the lightyear."
The ship did a hyperjump, but there was something strange here. The net of tachyon energies, essentially looking like an orange forest hanging upside down, was opening around us instead of closing on us like it usually did. We both suspected the presence of some other entity but couldn't prove anything.
Once the jump ended, we entered the kingdom of gravity, ruled by the invisible Black Queen in the middle.
"It is orbited by the three satellites in the distance, participating in the cerebral activity of the entity," Mom explained. "Red, Blue, and the closest Green. Each of them is about the size of the Earth's Moon. We must land on the last one where the villain's lair is located." "Couldn't the government hire at least one more hero?" I asked. "When we don't know their identities-"
"With that item, I can thwart their planes almost immediately. We suspect they will flee, and we will never have a chance to regroup."
"Mom, something Is closing on us! The tiny object on the collision course!" Indeed, radar was showing artificial construction, no bigger than a human person, closer by every second. Mom opened the central panel, revealing a purple glowing stone. "This generates gravity on our ship. On my mark, you'll invert it outside the ship." I knew what she was going to do.
"One, two, now!"
I pushed the right button while Mom put both hands on the stone, and with her superpower, she turned the effect on Its head, sending the blast of anti-gravity to the outside space.
"We threw it off and are closing on the landing position."
"As it should be!" Mom became uncertain. "Dear, that thing Is returning, and it is accelerating! It looks like it has a superpower of speed..." She probably wanted to guess which villain we might be dealing with. Suddenly, a silvery light penetrated our screen and materialized on our bridge as a shorter man with piercing eyes in a silver jacket dominated by a depiction of a large wing.
"Hermes!" Mom shouted. "Only the most annoying god could have survived the war!"
"And only the smartest one can defeat Heroes!" Hermes assumed the defensive position, albeit in a kinda mocking manner.
"Your powers are nothing when you are dealing with UnfazedGirl!" I reminded him.
"Your powers are nothing when you are dealing with UnfazedGirl!" I reminded him.
"Even when I have these?" Hermes fished out long color-changing chains from under his suit.
"You were the pigeon," I felt as if Prof. Lithomaniac's machine had turned me into stone.
"And thanks to your father's ideas about upbringing, I discovered a way to your defeat!" Hermes declared. It was a blur of his speed, but in no time, we were both shackled, and the Greek god led us from the stolen landed ship while he was groping us constantly.
The underground complex with a breathable atmosphere was situated beneath the rocky crust of the small green planet. Hermes took us there to a spherical hall bordered by frosted glass. I felt like I was in a giant pearl. However, our situation was not beautiful. Hermes stuck hooks to the ceiling and hung us chained two chained damsels in distress there. I was naked from the waist down, trying to squeeze my long legs together in the vain hope that I might cover my shaved pussy, but Hermes whistled more anyway at the sight of my ass, which must have shown that my dad's belt had raged on it yesterday.
My mom had her belly and chest exposed. She was flushing all over, and her face promised anger stronger than the heat of a supernova, but she still showed off her firm and large breasts, usually covered by pineapples.
Hermes' stare alternated between us, and his hands were stroking a long, saw-toothed thing in his hands, but he had not yet taken any action. What he was waiting for became clear when a thin woman, nearly ten feet tall, entered the hall. She was dressed in a white robe and a bonnet with a black web of faces from the children to the old, wrinkled ones. She looked at us with green eyes without irises and greeted us. "Welcome! My name is Grand Plan, and I'm thrilled that Hermes has come to such beautiful warriors to break."
"Are you ready for someone to break you, too?" hissed my mother.
"I can't let anyone hurt me. Your species is extremely resourceful, and The Big Crunch will arrive in less than a million years. There might be a way to prevent it. For you to manage that, I must transport humanity at least a billion years in the past and into the different solar system so you will come up with the solution. The life of this entity must be sacrificed for the calculation and the transport."
"A murder is still a murder," Mom shouted and rattled her chains.
"I can't talk with you in fallacies. Hermes, please enjoy them."
Hermes bowed and showed us the bolt-like object in his hand. "This contains the last remaining drops of the Lightning Bolt Essence. My father Zeus used this to punish Hera many times, and there's no reason it wouldn't work on modern girls."
Grand Plan laughed. "I would like to watch, but I don't want Hermes to feel guarded. I will be in the computing hall."
She left, and Hermes ran the point of his bolt over my bare heel, pricking me unpleasantly.
"Who's going to taste it first?"
"Leave my daughter alone, you divine abomination!" mom shouted.
Hermes smirked, stepped back, and held out his raised arm.
THUUUUDDDZZZZZZ!
Not only did he strike my ass with an immeasurable divine power, but I also got a dose of the scorching electric energy. As an ordinary mortal, I might not survive it, but superheroes are emissaries of the Conscience of the Cosmos, which is what some idiots call the main characters power.
I desperately tried to free myself, but the trickster god jokingly poked me on the heels and around them again.
"What do you think, kitten? Should an old cat experience this?"
"Beat me, spare the mom!"
My request turned out the same as my mother's. Hermes stood between us, took off into the air, and let the metal lightning taste the flesh again, this time on Mom's chest.
"Owww. Owww. OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!"
As Hermes flew a little further away, I saw a long, bloody gash stretching across my mother's breasts. She was already crying, biting her lip until blood was flowing from it, but it was leaking from her nose as well. She looked at me, and her eyes showed horror, which never happened to her on superhero missions. She must have wanted Hermes to pay for it.
But the cunning one paid only in the strokes and blows. After noting my mom's breasts, he started tearing my skin on my bottom and thighs again. Next, he slashed Mom's back. I saw how she clenched her eyes and wide opened her mouth while screaming. She reminded me of a boy with the superpower of sonic voice.
Neither of us knew where the next stroke would land. Hermes distributed them systematically over the entire surface of our legs, buttocks, thighs, and backs, and even though each of us had some part of our body protected, it did not bring us much relief. Hermes flew around, and it seemed like he wanted to hit each of his targets at least sixteen times, with Mom giving him a few more options, thanks to her breasts.
After a while, he laughed so hard that he could barely put together a word, let alone a sentence, but he finally said something that made sense. Sort of.
"I'm also interested in how sensitive your pussies are," he said, waving a flash. I closed my eyes, but that didn't stop the tears. I didn't want to imagine what it would be like hitting me between the legs with that thing.
As a superheroine, I've been protecting the Earth for seven years. In every crisis such as this one, I look forward to beating up all the minions and challenging the supervillain himself.
And then I get annoyed when the foe of all humankind notices my dad first.
"From what I've heard about you, you'd make an amazing assistant in my lab, Mr. QuantumRaiser," Dr. Pandemic said amiably from the other side of the line of chemical utensils tables. "But friendship between us does not seem to be possible. One wrong movement of your thunderous body, or one wrong movement of my body, is enough to fill the room with more terrible viruses and bacteria than what you and your lovely daughter came for."
I was happy when someone called me lovely, but I wish it were someone attractive. Dr. Pandemic may have looked like a young brown-haired college student, but my eyes could see through his illusion, and I saw him as a vortex of floating white balls.
My dad stepped forward. A silver rake gleamed on his chest gleamed, the single decoration of his dark green costume. "I'm growing useful life, not your microscopic bastards," he growled. "I have stopped the improved mumps and will stop this "proletarian gangrene" of yours as well." ¨
Dr. Pandemic smiled and pointed to a large glass vault behind him, in the center of which was a cube with orange liquid contents. "It may look like ordinary glass, but even your fists won't break it. We'll get over Brussels any moment now, and I will release it into the air!"
"QuantumRaiser may not make it, but UnfazedGirl will!" I shouted, finally standing up so he could admire the beauty of my subtle figure in my close-fitting pale blue spandex.
"I heard something about you," Dr. Pandemic said reluctantly. "You shouldn't underestimate my equipment..."
I could feel that the supervillain was about to monologue. Paradoxically, his attention faltered. I was able to take advantage of that. I started my phase shifts and headed for the vault. The shifts are excellent because they allow you to get around anything, but you can't sense or touch anything while using them, not even breathe. Fortunately, I learned to distinguish the microseconds of my life and travel, so I didn't immediately sink into the ground. That didn't mean that I had all the grounds covered. I quickly cleared the distance between me and the vault, but as soon as I tried to step behind the transparent door, it pushed me backward, and I ended up in the corner across from Dr. Pandemic.
"Like I said, I heard about you," said the supervillain happily. "I installed a few multi-phase layers you can't adapt to.
"An alarm sounded, indicating that Viral Temple had passed over Brussels. A superhero must always have a plan B and, if possible, a plan C. I had only one option.
"Dad, throw it to me!"
Dad is incredibly massive, but he can also be agile. He pulled a small statue out of his costume pocket and threw it in my direction. Since I remained the most flexible person in the room, I managed to grab it instead of Dr. Pandemic. It was some piece of Akkadian or Babylonian art—a woman with four wings and a monstrous face. I got extremely close to the vault and pointed it toward the orange spot in the middle. The statue's eyes blazed, and the color in the transparent carrier began to fade until it finally disappeared.
Maybe you are wondering why we didn't use the statuette before. Because it's not a friendly instrument. If you draw evil with it, you will strengthen the ancient Underworld of Mot and open the gate to our world for it. Judging by the way the statue was blazing in my hands, we sent a lot of power there, and neither of us had the superpower of magic.
"Break it!" my dad shouted at me, who understood what was happening and maneuvered between the tables.
"It can get fed up with these viruses here," I objected and immediately sneered at two angry guys: Dad and Dr. Pandemic, who didn't like the liquidation of his latest plan. I gracefully went to the hallway, where I opened the window and threw the statue out of the flying fortress towards the Belgian soil.
I heard a fight behind me, but I knew my dad would win with his diamond-hard muscles. I found the bridge and sent a signal to invite helicopters from all NATO countries to occupy us.
"The evil could have grown here!" my dad yelled at me as soon as we landed, and the police led away Dr. Pandemic in the net.
"No," I disagreed. "If it doesn't find a massive source of further growth, it will disappear quickly."
Dad turned red in the face. "Brussels is the center of the European Union. Do you know how much concentrated evil is here?"
I thought there was the least of it here from all the continents, but there was no point in arguing with him anymore. Judging how my dad shook my arm, I knew my fate was sealed.
To give you an idea of our family, my parents were simple farmers in Arkansas and had only two boys when the War of the Gods began. Legions of forgotten and well-known deities crisscrossed the sky over people in straw huts and over those who knew such characters only from television. We eliminated most of them with Dawkins rays, and shreds of their bodies gave humans superpowers then.
My parents never found out whose arm landed on their farm. While my mom gained the power to change gravity to antigravity, my dad gained a more solid constitution and incredible procreative power, which he didn't just use for more vegetable production. He had nine more sons, but none of them had superpowers. It was the same with me when I came into the world.
Until the moment, I wanted to earn money for charity by selling photos of my boobs.
Dad, on the other hand, exposed my ass, but before he managed his first stroke, I escaped from the clutch of the coming punishment with my newfound ability. He was so glad the family had a new superheroine that he kissed me and let my mom make only my favorite foods for a week. He couldn't even spank me since then until we discovered alien chains in a giant pyramid on an asteroid in the Cupier belt.
"Come on, Jessica, you know what you are supposed to fetch if you want your dinner!" Dad woke me from daydreaming when the helicopter dropped us off at our rural home. I nodded humbly and went to his bedroom to look for two items that were going to bring me a lot of pain today. I threw color-changing and mass-changing chains over my arms and then a broad leather belt with a menacingly gleaming buckle. I didn't want to go downstairs to see my dad, but I had to. On the windowsill, I saw a pigeon watching me. "I'm sure no one beats you," I complained. "But on the other hand, you don't have anyone to protect you either."
I hurried so Dad wouldn't give me a few more strokes for being late. Downstairs, I handed it all over to him, and in a disciplined manner, I pulled down my spandex pants and panties, studded, by the way, with the QuantumRaiser superhero symbol. He owned my ass. That was certain.
"Go on the chair, girl," he commanded me as soon as he painfully bound my hands and feet. I obediently let my calves rest on the seat and grabbed the backrest.
"Who is the commander of our superhero team?"
"You are!"
SLAP!!!
The belt whizzed and smacked when it touched my bare ass. I screamed out loud and briefly twisted my legs upward, but my dad straightened them.
"What gets in the way gets hit, too. What do team members need when they make stupid decisions?"
"They need to learn by the harsh pain!"
The buckle flashed, and the leather collided with my buttocks and thighs.
"WAAAAAA!"
"You'll be reading a book by Dr. Kyle about Superhero ethics for a whole week, and you'll write an essay about that," my dad condemned me and continued with thrashing like I hadn't experienced for maybe five years. I twisted my ass perhaps more than during sex, but in each case, he hit him across the entire width anyway.
WHACK!
WHACK!
POW!
Good - I made up the POW, but it would make sense in our family. After a few more strokes, my dad threw off the belt, and I was already squirming in agony at that moment. He held my back and started spanking me with his bare hand. Now, realize one thing. His hands are almost as hard as a diamond. Rather than experience these bangs and this heat in my flesh, I'd return to the mission in the Frozen Dream of Ivan the Terrible.
I had to squeeze my chair convulsively so that I wouldn't run away from it, but then my dad "made it easier" for me when he bent me over his knee and slapped me two dozen more times. Well, I kept confirming what he told him, although I hardly understood it despite my screaming and the sound of the blows.
After all that painful business, I removed my mask and changed into civilian clothes. Indeed, I got dinner. Dad was an excellent cook and used his turnips, potatoes, and carrots, which he grew in abundance thanks to his superpower. I cried all the time while eating, but he didn't mind.
"I want you to train all day tomorrow. By the evening, you must deliver something to Mom and fly away with her. She's going on a mission and will need one key artifact."
I was fidgeting in bed and tossing from side to side. Since phasing does not relieve pain in any way, I thought instead about what awaited me. Just so you will understand, my parents went through something much worse than divorce. Superheroes are divided into two agencies - Dominion of Columbia and Miracle. Our family originally belonged to the Dominion, but my mom moved to a higher-paying competitor. Since then, my dad has hated the idea of living together, even though they are still married. He considers Miracle to be a bunch of sell-outs who sell faces of their members. Maybe he didn't like the idea of his mother's face on someone's underwear, although he could have imagined something like that for himself.
The next day, I trained on every inch of our property, where we didn't plant vegetables and avoided my dad. But it was clear that we had to meet at another meeting so he could hand over the special delivery to me.
"Give my mom a kiss that I haven't given her in years," Dad said, sadly as he handed me a box that resembled an old decorated book. "Tell her I have nothing against her sleeping with me, but she'd have to change agencies again."
With this kind of message, I went to the Little Rock airport and from there to Canaveral Cape, where I changed into a costume in a secret corner and entered the hangar at the spaceport, adapted for our needs.
Inside lay Cold Power, the ship on which my mother had traveled into space. She was washing her right now, no doubt preparing her for a journey through space in which her yacht-like curves would be lost due to the black surface.
"Hi, Jessie!" my mom called out to me. "I will welcome you and what you bring me!" My mom, Screwing Gravity, wore her sexy outfit with thongs and a pineapple motif - nobody knew why.
"Why are you loitering so much?" She urged me.
"Dad has spanked me," I confided when I finally came to her and handed her a parcel.
"Then be glad you didn't get a beating from me," Mom cheered. "I'd thrash you so hard that you couldn't go on a mission!"
I was pleased that my mom would give me even more care! Therefore, I boarded the ship with a dull expression and stayed in the rear cabin until we were in orbit. Then I came to her and finally asked what our task was.
Mom was talking to me, but she was staring into space, which was soon replaced by the hyperspace effects with an unusual geometry. "Two villains, whose identities are unknown, have captured the Singularity philosopher, an artificial intelligence built around a black hole. They perform a powerful energy operation with it, which will eventually end with its destruction. Since the construct has the consciousness, we have to classify it as attempted murder."
"A long way?"
"Not, just one and a half of the lightyear."
The ship did a hyperjump, but there was something strange here. The net of tachyon energies, essentially looking like an orange forest hanging upside down, was opening around us instead of closing on us like it usually did. We both suspected the presence of some other entity but couldn't prove anything.
Once the jump ended, we entered the kingdom of gravity, ruled by the invisible Black Queen in the middle.
"It is orbited by the three satellites in the distance, participating in the cerebral activity of the entity," Mom explained. "Red, Blue, and the closest Green. Each of them is about the size of the Earth's Moon. We must land on the last one where the villain's lair is located." "Couldn't the government hire at least one more hero?" I asked. "When we don't know their identities-"
"With that item, I can thwart their planes almost immediately. We suspect they will flee, and we will never have a chance to regroup."
"Mom, something Is closing on us! The tiny object on the collision course!" Indeed, radar was showing artificial construction, no bigger than a human person, closer by every second. Mom opened the central panel, revealing a purple glowing stone. "This generates gravity on our ship. On my mark, you'll invert it outside the ship." I knew what she was going to do.
"One, two, now!"
I pushed the right button while Mom put both hands on the stone, and with her superpower, she turned the effect on Its head, sending the blast of anti-gravity to the outside space.
"We threw it off and are closing on the landing position."
"As it should be!" Mom became uncertain. "Dear, that thing Is returning, and it is accelerating! It looks like it has a superpower of speed..." She probably wanted to guess which villain we might be dealing with. Suddenly, a silvery light penetrated our screen and materialized on our bridge as a shorter man with piercing eyes in a silver jacket dominated by a depiction of a large wing.
"Hermes!" Mom shouted. "Only the most annoying god could have survived the war!"
"And only the smartest one can defeat Heroes!" Hermes assumed the defensive position, albeit in a kinda mocking manner.
"Your powers are nothing when you are dealing with UnfazedGirl!" I reminded him.
"Your powers are nothing when you are dealing with UnfazedGirl!" I reminded him.
"Even when I have these?" Hermes fished out long color-changing chains from under his suit.
"You were the pigeon," I felt as if Prof. Lithomaniac's machine had turned me into stone.
"And thanks to your father's ideas about upbringing, I discovered a way to your defeat!" Hermes declared. It was a blur of his speed, but in no time, we were both shackled, and the Greek god led us from the stolen landed ship while he was groping us constantly.
The underground complex with a breathable atmosphere was situated beneath the rocky crust of the small green planet. Hermes took us there to a spherical hall bordered by frosted glass. I felt like I was in a giant pearl. However, our situation was not beautiful. Hermes stuck hooks to the ceiling and hung us chained two chained damsels in distress there. I was naked from the waist down, trying to squeeze my long legs together in the vain hope that I might cover my shaved pussy, but Hermes whistled more anyway at the sight of my ass, which must have shown that my dad's belt had raged on it yesterday.
My mom had her belly and chest exposed. She was flushing all over, and her face promised anger stronger than the heat of a supernova, but she still showed off her firm and large breasts, usually covered by pineapples.
Hermes' stare alternated between us, and his hands were stroking a long, saw-toothed thing in his hands, but he had not yet taken any action. What he was waiting for became clear when a thin woman, nearly ten feet tall, entered the hall. She was dressed in a white robe and a bonnet with a black web of faces from the children to the old, wrinkled ones. She looked at us with green eyes without irises and greeted us. "Welcome! My name is Grand Plan, and I'm thrilled that Hermes has come to such beautiful warriors to break."
"Are you ready for someone to break you, too?" hissed my mother.
"I can't let anyone hurt me. Your species is extremely resourceful, and The Big Crunch will arrive in less than a million years. There might be a way to prevent it. For you to manage that, I must transport humanity at least a billion years in the past and into the different solar system so you will come up with the solution. The life of this entity must be sacrificed for the calculation and the transport."
"A murder is still a murder," Mom shouted and rattled her chains.
"I can't talk with you in fallacies. Hermes, please enjoy them."
Hermes bowed and showed us the bolt-like object in his hand. "This contains the last remaining drops of the Lightning Bolt Essence. My father Zeus used this to punish Hera many times, and there's no reason it wouldn't work on modern girls."
Grand Plan laughed. "I would like to watch, but I don't want Hermes to feel guarded. I will be in the computing hall."
She left, and Hermes ran the point of his bolt over my bare heel, pricking me unpleasantly.
"Who's going to taste it first?"
"Leave my daughter alone, you divine abomination!" mom shouted.
Hermes smirked, stepped back, and held out his raised arm.
THUUUUDDDZZZZZZ!
Not only did he strike my ass with an immeasurable divine power, but I also got a dose of the scorching electric energy. As an ordinary mortal, I might not survive it, but superheroes are emissaries of the Conscience of the Cosmos, which is what some idiots call the main characters power.
I desperately tried to free myself, but the trickster god jokingly poked me on the heels and around them again.
"What do you think, kitten? Should an old cat experience this?"
"Beat me, spare the mom!"
My request turned out the same as my mother's. Hermes stood between us, took off into the air, and let the metal lightning taste the flesh again, this time on Mom's chest.
"Owww. Owww. OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW!"
As Hermes flew a little further away, I saw a long, bloody gash stretching across my mother's breasts. She was already crying, biting her lip until blood was flowing from it, but it was leaking from her nose as well. She looked at me, and her eyes showed horror, which never happened to her on superhero missions. She must have wanted Hermes to pay for it.
But the cunning one paid only in the strokes and blows. After noting my mom's breasts, he started tearing my skin on my bottom and thighs again. Next, he slashed Mom's back. I saw how she clenched her eyes and wide opened her mouth while screaming. She reminded me of a boy with the superpower of sonic voice.
Neither of us knew where the next stroke would land. Hermes distributed them systematically over the entire surface of our legs, buttocks, thighs, and backs, and even though each of us had some part of our body protected, it did not bring us much relief. Hermes flew around, and it seemed like he wanted to hit each of his targets at least sixteen times, with Mom giving him a few more options, thanks to her breasts.
After a while, he laughed so hard that he could barely put together a word, let alone a sentence, but he finally said something that made sense. Sort of.
"I'm also interested in how sensitive your pussies are," he said, waving a flash. I closed my eyes, but that didn't stop the tears. I didn't want to imagine what it would be like hitting me between the legs with that thing.
