Super Heroine's Demise


It was a misty cold afternoon, when Fatima headed into the woods searching for the fugitive bank robber. The trees were bare, with most of their leaves lying on the ground covering any tracks, thus making it difficult to follow the trail, as the heroine made her way into the center of the unknown territory. “She must have a house or a cabin nearby.” Fatima thought, when suddenly her foot stepped into a hidden bear trap. “AARRRGGHHH!” Fatima screamed in pain, her eyes opened wide, and she fell to the damp ground. “Ohhh..have to get this thing off me.” She bent over to use her super strength, opened the jaws of the trap, and extracted her foot. “Unnnnn..the pain overwhelmed the heroine, causing her to collapse onto the leaves, and pass out.

“Welcome to my world.” Greeted a hooded figure, who stood above the fallen Fatima.

A while later, the heroine recovered, and then tried to stand on her injured foot, but once again the severe pain shot up her leg, and she fell back to the ground, laying there immobilized. Then a dark figure appeared above her. “Having trouble? My dear Fatima.” Her blurry vision could not make out the details of the person, before the pain overtook her senses. Once again the heroine feinted.

“Oohhhh...what happened?” Sometime later Fatima awoke, but this time her super powers had healed the ankle. “Have to be more careful.” Standing up, she tested the foot to make certain it was OK. “Now to find that robber.” It was late in the afternoon, when the heroine spotted a figure dressed in a black robe. Sneaking up behind the person, Fatima reached out to turn her around, but was faced by a wax figurine. “Whaaa..WOOOFFF!” A puff of smoke spewed from the figures mouth, covering Fatima's whole head. “C..can't..see.” She stumbled backwards, tripped and fell, hitting her head against the trunk of an oak tree. “UUNNGGHH!” Stunned by the blow, the heroine lay there, overcome from the gas. “Sooo..tired..uuhhhhh.” Her eyes rolled back in her head, while her arms spread out on the damp leaves like a pair of wings. Those long sexy legs, slowly slid along the ground, as she went limp and unconscious, a voice came from the darkness.

“You should go home and leave me alone.” The dark figure then disappeared.

The sun began to set, when Fatima recovered. “I can't let this bandit best me.” She rose to her feet, and saw a dim light through the forest. “That must be her hide-out.” Quickly gathering her strength, the heroine moved towards the light. Step by step she cautiously approached the log cabin. “The robber must be insiiii..WHHOOOAAH!!” The ground gave way beneath her, causing the heroine to fall into a large pit, landing on her firm round rear end. “OOHHHHFFF!” Trying to jump back up, Fatima found she was getting weak. Too weak to rise to her feet. “Ohhh..what's happening?” Her head started spinning, as her muscles went limp. “Soo dizzy.” She started clawing at the sides of the pit, in a vain attempt to get up. There was no way for her to know that the hole was filled with a dense invisible gas, that quickly robbed her powers as she dropped into it. “Can't stay awaaa...uhhh.” Sliding sideways, the heroine sagged onto the pit's floor, where she lay moaning.

“I think you need to come inside, where it's nice and warm.” A rope ladder was lowered, allowing the villain to the enter the hole, loop a noose around the fallen heroine]s arms, and pulled her up. She then dragged the limp body to the cabin, where she tied the unconscious woman to a wooden chair.

A couple hours later, Fatima moaned, and her eyes fluttered. She tried lifting her heavy head, but it kept flopping back down with her chin resting on the large cleavage area. “Ohhh..where am I?”

Lifting the heroine's chin, the robber peered into the bleary eyes, that tried to focus. “You're in my little hide away, and you're my prisoner.” Letting Fatima's head fall back down. “That's not quite the way you planned it.” She laughed. “Now relax, because I have one more thing to do.”

Fatima started to recover, becoming more aware of the surroundings. “I have to wait for my strength to return.” Realizing that the power belt was still in place, she thought the robber had made a dreadful mistake, and it took mere moments for the heroine to gain enough strength to break the wrist ropes, then snap the rope around her waist. “Where is that fiend?” She bent over to untie the ankle bindings, when she felt something touch her shoulder. “What's that?” Fatima straightened in the chair, to meet a sharp crack of the blackjack wielded by the robber. “UUNNGGHH!!” Her skull felt the impact, and snapped backwards, before her body slumped forward. Falling from the chair, her bound ankles dragged it over her, as she fell towards onto the floor. “Ooohhh..my head.”

The robber cut the ropes away from the ankles, pulled the chair off the groaning heroine, and then ripped off the power belt. “You won't need this anymore.” She then wrapped it around her own waist. “Ahhh, I feel the power.”

“Nooo..my..strength..has gone.” Fatima tried to crawl away, but was stopped by another wicked blow to the head. “ UNNFFFF!” Slumping flat on the floor, the heroine lay there softly moaning.

“Still not out yet.” The robber was amazed at the woman's resilience, so she lifted her victim onto the chair, then took a cloth soaked with chloroform, and pressed it over her face. “Now, breathe deep.” She watched the magnificent breasts move up and down, sucking the fumes into her lungs.

Fatima's bleary eyes rolled back in her head, with her last thought before passing out. “C..can't...resis...uhhhhh.”

“I'm finished toying with you. Besides I have work to do.” She dragged the heroine to the shed, where she was strapped to a saw table, and left with the circular saw to do its work. “I don't want to watch this.”


The End?