"Trouble seems to be the new lifestyle in the Middleworld. 12 factories have been found to be releasing unprocessed toxic waste into the Underworld, leading to several deaths this week. The mayor of the Underworld has demanded renumeration for the victims, but we all know that the money that goes into the Underworld reaches none other than the 10 mafia gangs that run it." A news anchor was saying. Riza shut down her wrist cuff and frowned.
"Saffronshire remains a hell-pit of crime, injustice and death. And what am I doing?" She looked at her reflection in the mirror. "I was a hero. Our family has had two of us. But now…"
"What are you mumbling about? And what's with these revealing clothes? Everything in Rani's wardrobe collection is downright slutty!" Resa complained as she stepped in front of Riza and observed herself in the mirror. The white leotard resembling a provocative swimsuit actually fitted and suited her.
"Th-this cannot be real. It must be a nightmare yes…hehehe…" Anamika was mumbling in a corner, chewing on her nails. The past week had indeed been a nightmare for her. She was raped by men nonstop; turned into a prostitute, been to a brothel and back, was impregnated, and was a popular emerging amateur porn actress. Meanwhile her daughter had been forcibly grown, raped, impregnated and then kidnapped!
Apparently, these three women had moved to Anamika's apartment, because they would get raped by Usman's gang otherwise. Anamika and Resa were pregnant already. Their bellies had swollen and their tits were lactating. Their pregnancies obviously had been accelerated by drugs easily available in the market. It was common practice to accelerate the process. Which woman would want to suffer for 9 months? Now babies could be conceived and birthed within a week.
Riza was somber and internally frustrated. The fact that she had opened her cervix to receive a bald old rapist's sperm, had made really upset with herself. She glanced at her reflection again, no longer recognizing the superhero boy she used to be. This was a different person. A breedable young woman with big dense breasts and wide fat hips. She was wearing a translucent sports bra that flaunted her deep cleavage and tits with large areolas. Her shorts were tight, revealing her curves and her deep buttcrack. Riza put on a cropped jacket and stepped out from the window.
"Windows are not doors! Where are you going anyway?" Resa bickered. Riza ignored her and jumped from one terrace to another before leaping at a cable, slinging off it and landing upon a roof. She observed that her body still remembered aerobics; though her balance was slightly off due to the changes in the body's weight distribution.
"I only need power. With that, I will be a superhero again. I can resume saving the people, punishing the wicked. I can rescue Sharmila, grandma and Slicer too!"
'In another news, there has been an emergence of several villains. Although the law denounces usage of super powers- a line distinguishing the vigilantes/superheroes from their evil counterparts has become more evident as of late.'- Another news flash aired, visible on numerous wide screens, and audible in the cacophony of the city's sounds of automobiles, locomotives, advertisements and hovercars.
Riza's wrist cuff buzzed. She clicked on the notification and a projection of her own porn video started playing. She was getting raped by Usman and screaming while crying. Riza's face burned in anger but her pussy tingled in lust. The lewd comments of the viewers further fueled it.
"That bastard Usman is taking revenge by releasing our videos ugh. But it can't be helped."
"Hey-hey; what is a pretty girl like you doing here?" Someone called out.
Riza turned to find a group of lowlife gangsters approaching her. There was no shortage of such petty criminals. With job rivalling slavery, education a facade, and zero policies for the common people's benefit, every capable man turned to crime, and thus increased the already lawless situation of Saffronshire.
The cops were merely bodyguards for the people with political power, and there was no army. SSS (Saffronshire Security) was a secret organization with sole goal of hunting down superheroes. They too, in essence, were pets of the King and his government. The security of the general populous was thus in their own hands. The robots made it easier on the people possessing decent money, but the lower one went in the Middleworld, the worse safety became.
"We The Legendary Python Corps own this block." The gang leader snarled, coming to the front. He was wearing loose trousers and medieval style boots. His upper body was bare, with large python tattoos up his arms. His shaven head had a spiked red mohawk in the middle.
"A single block is a very small territory." Riza quipped.
"S-shut up! There's too much competition in thuggery!"
"And there's only 9 of you in the whole gang?"
"We are a new gang! We are recruiting!"
"I want to join."
There was a momentary silence. Riza mocked and stumped the gangsters.
"We don't want a female comrade. We are going to fuck you right now!"
"That's gonna cost you 900 bitcoins."
"900 bits!? That's daylight robbery!"
"899 is the best I can do."
"Deal!"
Another silent moment later the gang leader's face contorted in realization. "But it was supposed to be a rape! Why do we have to pay you?"
"Because I'd be pitying you by letting you fuck me with your small cocks."
"Our cocks are big!"
"Oh yeah? Which one has the biggest?"
"Me of course!"
"But boss, mine is bigger!"
"No, mine!"
"Shut up you rascals! Just grab this slut and…" The gang leader saw Riza getting away. She was already sprinting on the roof of another building.
"Woha, she's fast."
"Agile too."
"How is she jumping buildings without gadgets?"
"Should have let her join the gang."
"Ah…now she's out of our territory."
"…."
A crow flew by, shitting on the mohawk guy's scalp.
***
Riza went deeper into the city, passing through the industrial section. The thick stench of toxic smog burnt her eyes and nose. She had to purchase a mask to breathe normally. She observed that the people on the lower section of Middleworld wore more clothes than the ones in the upper sections. They also sported helmets, visors, masks and other protective accessories. Skateboards and roller blades were in fashion.
"Wow, it's like a different country altogether." Riza muttered. "I should blend in."
"Too late. Nice ass." A man spoke, grabbing Riza's hips tightly.
"Kyah! Who are you!" Riza looked over her shoulder and saw an ugly fat man in a full-body leotard and a vintage gas mask which resembled a pig snoot. His head sported a visor-less helmet but his glowing red eyes implied that he was wearing fancy protective eye lenses.
A group of thugs appeared behind him. "Yet another petty gang" Riza thought.
"What is a slut from the upper worlds doing here? Ah well, tell us later hehe. Let's have sex first!" The gang boss pulled down Riza's shorts.
Thwok! "GAHH!"
Riza's simple back kick to his groin made the fat man yelp and crouch while Riza swerved & kneed his temple, making him roll over to the side.
"Don't fuck with me. You'll regret it." Riza snarled. She had had enough of getting assaulted by men.
"Hoh? Bitch doesn't know what she's getting into." One of the gangsters said, stepping forward while the others spread out. At this point Riza noticed, that not only were their clothes matching; so were their masks, eyes, physiques and movements. They were not different people but replicas of the same man!
"Clone power…" Riza uttered.
"Hehehe, you catch on quick." The gangster chuckled, surrounding her, and pulled out a chainsaw cane. It was a simple yet dangerous weapon with a grip, light weight, and rotating small saws which could cut through ordinary metal. A human body would not survive against it. Riza frowned and moved on her spot, looking at the imposing enemy. There wasn't any escape route left, and she had no power.
WHIRRRR…!!
The saw canes whirred noisily as the men approached Riza.
"I say, an amputated woman is still a woman." One of the clones spoke.
"Even better. She's a perfect fuckdoll!" Another clone said.
At this point, Riza frowned. She felt real fear at this point and her heartbeat escalated.
Swoosh! Whirrr!
A saw cane slashed past her. She dodged it and kicked the clone's knee, making him wince. Another saw-cane poked at her right arm from behind, cutting a shallow hole in it.
"Argh!" Riza screamed and leapt away. The gangsters surrounded her closely.
Whirrr! Whirrr! Whirrr…!!
Riza could foresee her dark future as a limbless fuckdoll. It would be hellish!
"No…I can't let them…I must survive!" Riza thought in desperation.
"Get her!" "Say goodbye to your limbs!" The gangsters lunged at Riza with their saw-canes.
"Kyahh!" She shut her eyes and screamed in terror.
***
Riza opened her eyes after several seconds, and was confused as she found all the gangsters paused in their spots with aggressive gestures. Their saw canes were still whirring ominously, but they themselves were unable to move.
"What the…" Riza uttered.
Shew! Thunk!
Something flew past Riza and stabbed a clone in his eye, killing him. It was an arrow.
Shew! Shew! Shew! Shew!
More arrows rained down upon the clone gangsters, injuring and killing them. Riza dared not move a bit in this barrage of arrows. She however, observed the clones closely. The clones were unable to move but they could groan, and even scream, although oddly as their jaws were unable to open fully. Within half a minute, all of them died and subsequently disappeared like specters at dawn.
Only one remained. The original.
"That was fantastic! Your power to freeze people in motion." A chirrupy voiced called out and Riza glanced over her shoulder at the person who had just landed on the roof with a rocket hoverboard. She alighted it and curiously observed Riza.
"I'm Tina." The girl said. She had long black hairs tied in twin long pigtails, and her body was voluptuous with big breasts and wide hips. Her costume was black with thick neon green lines gleaming faintly on it. Her face was pretty and skin fair.
"My name's Riza."
"It seems I didn't need to bother with these hooligans as you're pretty powerful yourself." Tina said. "Are you secretly a superheroine?"
"…Not yet." Riza said, walking away towards the gangster who was groaning in pain as his limbs were skewered with arrows. Riza squatted in front of him in a lewd pose unknowingly. "How did you get that power?" She asked.
"Huh? Bitch, come closer, I'll choke you to death before I answer!" The man growled. Riza waited; looking at him coldly.
"The rate at which you are bleeding, I'd wager you'll die in 15 minutes unless I call the medics after performing first aid. Criminals like you have their medical services banned by law, right? No help will come for you even as you lay dying." Riza said.
"Hmph, that's what we get for living in Saffronshire. This pitiless, rotting hive of retarded conformists! I'd love to be rid of it, one way or another." The man growled.
"Perhaps an arrow to his balls will compel him to cooperate." Tina said, nocking an arrow on her metallic bow. The man glared at her hatefully.
"The power you displayed is 'cloning'." Riza spoke. "There can be only 1 source of any power, unless a daughter inherits her mother's power; which is a rare occurrence. And I don't think a punk like you would be able to get his dick in the same woman fucked by Senator Buch. So, tell me…how did you get this cloning power?"
"…." The man looked at Riza in a different light. Fear and apprehension became apparent on his face. Even Tina looked at Riza curiously. Riza had revealed some uncommon knowledge. Nobody knew that the famous Senator Buch who was attacked by vigilante terrorists/superheroes 2 weeks ago, had cloning power. For Riza to know this, meant she knew those vigilantes.
"Fuck off!" The gangster barked and rapidly crawled away.
Shew! "GAHH!!"
An arrow pierced the man's right hip, making him yelp. "S-stop! Ahh! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" He cried.