Power Girl vs. The Vermillion Vivisector! [F/Fu] [Rough] [Abusive]
Story by Demon of Elru
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A woman obsessed with the superheroine Power Girl sets a devious trap!
(Un-beta'd. Not to be taken seriously. If you're not interested in the set up, and I don't blame you if you aren't as it seems to really drag on, then the sexy times start at about chapter 2. Can get word-y. Also to get a better idea of how V.V. looks, think Liz Vicious with fuller lips and a bigger ass. Double also, to preempt any problems with authorship, I (triple)also posted this story under the name KarumiSenko)
Chapter 1
Star Trek III: The Search for Power Girl
“Success!” A voice rang out in a darkened bedroom, the only light was from a laptop balanced on the lap of the room's sole occupant, her face full of glee as she played back the video she had finished editing. She was sure it would work, her target was much too big of a softie to take a chance on it being a fake, especially when her demands would be so seemingly innocuous. She eagerly shoved a blank DVD into the optical drive and began the burning process, with this last act she would be finally ready to proceed with her nefarious, yet utterly brilliant plot. She leapt off the bed, unable to relax and unable to avoid becoming wet at the thought of all she would gain upon completion of her task. “Oh yes, tomorrow you will rue the day you rescued me Power Girl, for I, the villainous Vermillion Vivisector will see you pay for the frustration you have foisted upon me!”
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A groan of annoyance bordering on despair emanated from her slouched over figure. “Three weeks... I can't believe it's been three weeks.” She whined to herself as she rested her head on the cool table. It was all so simple, in theory, she had studied the neighborhoods in which the superheroine operated and all she had to do was come upon Power Girl after one of her displays of heroism and issue a challenge. “But noooo, crime apparently had to take a month off.”
In addition, it seemed the city was in the midst of a serious heatwave, as her attempts to hide her costumed form under a large trenchcoat and a large, floppy hat only earned her odd looks from passers-by and discomfort that was getting close to becoming heat-stroke. Sweaty, frustrated, and teetering on sanity's edge, she dramatically jumped to her feet and raised her hands to rally at the heavens “Come ooooon! How the hell is no one robbing a fucking bank or something?!” Of course, she had forgotten she was seated in the middle of a bustling coffee shop, which was now silenced as the employees and patrons eyeballed and murmured about the lunatic in their midst.
“Oh, uh... Heh heh,” she nervously stalled with so many eyes on her, “I mean, what's the deal with banks, am I right? They're open like twenty minutes a day or some shit, right folks? Can I get a-” It seemed the heavens heard her cries and she was mercifully saved from her impromptu stand-up routine by a loud explosion a few buildings away from the coffee shop. Her eyes lit up, could she dare dream? Would this finally be it?
Without a further word she raced out of the shop, sprinting towards the sounds of combat. As she neared the scene a smile broke out across her lips and her heart felt as it would burst from joy. Her eyes beheld her quarry who was just finishing off the last of the crooks as police approached, ready to take care of the mundane aspects of crime fighting.
“So beautiful... Just like I remember her.” Power Girl stood with her back towards the predator, a sure to be fatal mistake. The woman left her hiding spot, stealthily slinking down the block and when she felt she was close enough she pulled a thin square-shaped object from her coat pocket. She took a deep breath to ready herself. This is what all the preparation and training was for. This one moment.
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“Well, it was no problem officer, I just happened to be in the neighborhood is all and-” Karen Starr's words were abruptly interrupted as she felt something lightly tap the back of her head, causing her to spin around and immediately zero in on some idiot dressed in a trenchcoat. The figure pointed down and Power Girl naturally glanced down to spot what looked to be a flimsy DVD case.
“Power Girl! So, at last we meet for the first time, for the last time!” The figure triumphantly bellowed, then blinked as she realized her error. While her plan was quite genius, she foolishly didn't count on how nervous she would feel when confronted with her prey.
As the silence lapsed, Power Girl cleared her throat before speaking, “Um, right. Who are you again? And what are you even talkin-”
“Nevermind that! And what I said! Shut up!” This wasn't going entirely according to plan, but it was still salvageable, “I mean, ahem. Silence, Power Girl! Observe the contents of that DVD and ponder the lives I hold in my hand! If you wish to s
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