The Return Of My SuperWoman
By Julie



This setup was near perfect thought Rob, whose name was perfect considering
his occupation. Rob robbed young women of their valuables and sometimes more
than that.

In this mid sized Great Lakes town there was no shortage of girls who thought
things like this only happened to other people.

Business was booming for Rob. He worked on foot in an area close to a number
of upscale drinking establishments. He lived nearby so his getaways were
simple and the chances of getting caught were small to say the least.

Rob was a well-conditioned former sprinter and could outrun the vast majority
of men and of course any woman.

He had refined his system to perfection. He would wait until it was late
enough that any woman walking "his" path was most likely drunk or crazy.
Either way it was a mistake on her part. Rather that confront her head on he
would move in with his speed and quick reflexes and taking advantage of her
condition and the element of surprise, he would move into a quick and
effective sleeper hold. This allowed him to transport his victim to an area
more to his liking. Usually he would carry her to a familiar clearing where
she would awake all the more confused. Not recognizing her surroundings and
the fog of her involuntary sleep kept Rob in the position of power he loved so
much.

On occasion, when he was in the mood Rob would remove his victims clothing and
discard them before she regained her senses. He wasn't a violent person for
the most part. He did however sometimes give in to his desires. For the most
part  Rob just wanted money, power, and of course a bit of sex. These desires
were not abnormal. The fact that he didn't ask permission was. His need to
control others controlled him.

Rob avoided apprehension by intimidation. He had managed thus far to keep his
victims quite by reminding them that having robbed them, he was in possession
of their personal information including address, phone numbers, etc. He told
his victims that he wouldn't hesitate to look them up if he had to.

Rob had been lucky. But on this warm August night, he was going to take
advantage of someone who not only wouldn't keep quite, but also had friends in
powerful places. Maybe I should say a powerful friend.

May name is Julie. Over a year ago I submitted a story to this site, "a new
boss in Town". It detailed my meeting with someone I'll simply call, for lack
of a better name, Superwoman. 

This person, (I think) saved me from certain harm at the hands of three men
intent on humiliating and having their way with me. This Superwoman not only
rescued me, but also paid these men back with some of their own medicine. What
became of them after that night is anybody's guess.  I'm sure they were
changed men to say the least.

I hadn't seen her since that night. Needless to say I had thought of her
often. I had heard stories about happenings that led me to believe she was
still in town helping women in need. Men would mysteriously be delivered to
authorities with information concerning their wrongdoings. On other occasions,
anonymous calls would lead to neatly and sometimes humorlessly packaged "bad
guys" just ready to be picked up. This Superwoman had it all, great looks,
brains, and a great sense of humor.

I knew I had had a few drinks too many that night. I also had a fight with my
boyfriend Greg at the bar. Greg had been cheating on me and after a few drinks
he began bragging about it to a few friends. He neglected to notice that I was
within hearing distance. We exchanged a few choice words and I headed for the
door. In a moment of anger I left to walk home. Home was within walking
distance. However, at this time of night it was a stupid move on my part.

The evening breeze felt good, I needed to cool off. Yes it was dark in some
places but I was a big girl and would be aware if trouble was lurking.

I thought I heard the scuffing of fast moving feet on the gravel trail. I
never had a chance to turn around. There was an arm around my neck before I
knew what was happening. I felt my feet leave the ground then everything began
to spin, then nothing.

Was I dreaming. I heard a low mocking sort of laughter. Then a sudden panic as
I realized that I had no clothes on and was being observed by who I assumed
was the person who put me in this situation.

"You must have been a tired one', he said. " You've been napping for a while".
I replied, "I'm sure I had a little help falling asleep, what kind of weirdo
are you"? I guess that wasn't the best thing to say, but I was disoriented and
a bit pissed off.

Clothes or no clothes I decided to make a break. It was a bad idea. When I
stood up I was still a little out of it. He subdued me before I could take two
steps. I tried to kick him but he evaded me with ease and found it most
amusing. After a few more seconds of laughing at me he began to look more
serious. I didn't like the look at all. When he began moving toward me I felt
a chill run up my spine. Suddenly I heard the sound of a siren approaching. He
turned for a moment and I grabbed a piece of wood and struck him on the head
as hard as I could. He swore and touched his head. I took another swing since
the first didn't take him out. This time he was ready for me. He was still
concerned with the siren and seemed eager to leave ASAP. That was good news
and bad news for me. He didn't have time to get what he wanted most, but he
did want to shut me up in a hurry. He grabbed the wood as I swung it at him. I
saw his fist rising up toward my chin ... then a flash ... then nothing.

Was I awake or dreaming? I wasn't quite sure. I felt as though I was being
carried. I felt the cool evening breeze as before. It crossed my mind that I
was still naked. I couldn't quite gain all of my senses. It was as though I
was only partially awake. I could feel the rock hard physique of the person
carrying me. However, we seemed to be moving at too fast a speed. Again I lost
track of time'

As my eyes opened again, I was approaching my apartment. My head was clearing
and I remembered my last thoughts involved my being naked. It was then that I
looked up and realized that I was in the arms of the very same blond goddess
that had rescued me months before. She had once again showed up in time to
save me from my own bad judgment.

My relief at being home was short lived as I realized that along with my
clothing, my keys were missing. Upon further inspection I noticed the door was
ajar. Although convenient, this discovery concerned me.

The blond muscle woman set me gently inside the door. I was a bit disoriented
but for some strange reason not embarrassed in the least. I felt very
comfortable around her. She had that effect.

I began to speak but she placed her hand over my mouth so quickly that I don't
think I saw her move. "Don't talk," she said quietly. "We're not alone. She
was right. Her hearing was far better than my own. I could now make out the
sound of running water coming from my bathroom.  Just then the water stopped.

Superwoman gestured to me to keep quite. The door opened and there dressed in
a towel was my soon to be former boyfriend Greg.

I'm not sure what startled him most, seeing me standing there naked, or the
sight of a six-foot tall blond goddess. At any rate, he froze in his tracks.
It was all he could do to keep from dropping his towel.

"It's about time you got back", he said. "Who, or should I say, what the hell
is that"? Of course he was referring to my Amazon friend. "If this is your new
lover, I'll be tossing her out right now". Greg made what I think was an
attempt to move in the direction of my new friend. I felt the rush of air and
a slight whooshing sound. He flew across the room with hardly a sound, landing
on the bed as though he had just laid down for a nap. She was as precise as a
surgeon, knowing exactly how to use her superhuman strength and speed. I
couldn't help but laugh when I noticed that Greg had left without his towel,
which was lying exactly where he had once so arrogantly stood. Now, he had no
more knowledge of his surroundings than his towel did. I liked it that way.
What a woman!

Superwoman needed to leave and told me she would contact me with a plan to
capture my attacker. In the meantime she asked me what I wanted done with
Greg. "I have no further need for him" was my reply. "That's what I thought,"
she said. "I'll dispose of him for you". With that she picked him up, gave me
a kiss on the forehead, and walked confidently out the door. The sight of the
two of them disappearing through the door, him for the last time I assumed,
was more that I could stand. I orgasmed immediately upon closing the door.

A few nights later I arrived home from work to find my superwoman waiting for
me. It seemed she didn't need a key to get in. Since I loved having her there,
I chose not to bring it up. I assumed that any woman who could do the things
I'd seen her do could find a way to out smart a man made lock.

"Well," she said. "I think it's time to deal with our attacker". I knew she
didn't need me to get the job done. She was aware of the fact that I loved to
see her in action. I think she enjoyed putting on a show.

She took me to the spot where he attacked me. Then to the place he took his
helpless victims. Little did he know he would soon become one himself.

"I just want you to wait here quietly", she said. "I'll be the foolish victim
and when he attacks, I'll allow him to bring me here. Then we'll have some fun
before wrapping him up for the local law enforcers".

Superwoman  put on a baggy jogging type outfit and quickly ran to the
beginning of the path. It was after dark on a Friday night. Conditions were
perfect, and Rob was on the prowl. Tonight he was going to catch a big one.

He saw her coming towards him. In the suit and jogging slow and a bit
unsteady, she looked a bit dumpy. For a moment, Rob thought he wouldn't waste
his time on this one. However, as she got a bit closer, he began to make out
her face, (which was drop dead gorgeous). Rob move quickly as always. He came
up behind her and applied his foolproof sleeper hold. Rob couldn't help but
notice she was a bit more solid than she looked. But Superwoman played the
part of a helpless woman well. She fell, and Rob scooped her up. He then
noticed she was not only solid, but also heavier than she looked. Rob, being
the big strong guy he was, was still able to carry her to his secret place.

When I saw him coming up the path I quickly hid behind the some thick growth.
He was working hard carrying this heavy woman. He seemed relieved when he put
her down. He removed her clothing and sat back against a tree. In the dim
moonlight she looked beautiful as she played the part of the sleeping victim.
Rob thought, "she's an athletic looking one. She may give me a workout."

Superwoman groaned and began to regain her senses. Rob gave her a look that
said, "you're mine". Then he made the same remark he did when I came around.
"You must have been a tired one, you've been napping for a while". In reality
she had only been there a few minutes. Of course he didn't know she was aware
of that. As a matter of fact, there were a lot of things Rob didn't know. But
he was going to find out!

Super woman made a mock attempt to get up. "No you don't" Rob said. "I think
I'll take you right where you are". With that, he threw off his clothes and
started to mount her.

Rob was used to more panic on the part of his victims. This one for some
reason seemed rather calm. Maybe she was a little out of it, he thought.
"What's the matter babe, you don't seem to be enjoying yourself," Rob laughed.
"This will take care of your cool demeanor". With that, he penetrated her. He
was ready to put his hand over her mouth. After all, they always screamed at
this point. Needless to say, Superwoman didn't.

"All right bitch", Rob yelled. He realized he was losing his cool instead of
her. This wasn't right. Rob began pumping with all his might. She was going to
pay for her arrogance.

Suddenly Rob felt a tightening sensation. He was beginning to have trouble
moving. This bitch was squeezing his manhood with a force he had never
encountered. "What's the matter big guy", Superwoman said with a smile.
"You're slowing down. Are you getting tired"?

Rob wasn't having fun anymore. The control he loved so much had slipped away.
He was now fighting with all his might to escape the vice like grip of a
Superwoman. As he struggled, Rob remembered stories he had heard about men
like himself who had ended up captured under strange circumstances. Suddenly
he began to panic as he realized that those stories were likely very true.

As for me, I couldn't hide any longer I came out in the open and stared in
amazement as Superwoman lifted Rob up to a standing position. She maintained
her unusual hold on him as he continued to struggle.

"What's your name tough guy?" Superwoman said. "I'm not telling you a thing
bitch," said Rob. Superwoman smiled the smile of a woman in complete control.
"Oh I think you're going to begin talking real soon, don't you my dear?" She
gave me a wink then looked back at Rob with a more determined look. "Hey ...
what's going on ... .no ... ahhh ... I'll talk, I'll talk ... Please..Stop."
The little extra squeeze from Superwoman made Rob tell everything from his
name and address to his nasty little activities.

"See that wasn't so hard now was it? Now before I put you away for a nice long
nap, I want you to apologize to my sweet little friend here." As She said
this, Rob began babbling his pathetic apology. After that, he began begging to
be let go. "That just wouldn't be right" said Superwoman. She then asked me
for paper and pen. Then with another squeeze of her feminine muscles, she
persuaded Rob to write out a detailed confession of his wrongdoings.

"Well done" she told him. "When you wake up, you'll be in a nice cage for a
long time. When you get out I think you'll treat women with a bit more
respect." Rob pulled with all his strength trying to break loose from her
womanly grip. Fear filled his eyes as he thought of the life he would soon be
leading. He thought of the humiliation of being found this way. He began
pounding against the upper body of his hard as steel captor. Superwoman
couldn't help but laugh, and I'll admit I couldn't either.

As he continued to fight, the mighty woman smiled in my direction and said "I
think it's time to send him away." I nodded my head and she took aim. She was
having fun with this moment and she knew that I was too. "Don't worry," she
said to Rob, "you won't feel a thing." With that she flicked her hand in a
playful manner and tapped Rob under the chin. His words stopped in mid
sentence, his head flopped back, mouth open, not a thought left in him. To my
amazement, he remained upright , still connected to his conqueror by way of
his manhood. "He looks so peaceful, I almost hate to let him go," with that
Superwoman released her female muscles and Rob fell back. Another bad guy
ready for pick up.

All I could say was "WHAT A WOMAN".