Super Chick Katrina kaif in Banquet Hall

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“Everybody down!”
Katrina Kaif stopped dancing with her boyfriend and watched as armed men surrounded the banquet hall.
“What do we do”?!
“As they ask Salman, I’ll try and slip out as soon as I get a chance, I have my costume in my purse,” replied Katrina.
As everyone complied with the wishes of the gunmen, in walked a lengthy white female, somewhere around six foot eight. She was wearing a spots bra and incredibly small and tight spandex shorts of which both were black. Her hair was also brown and she wore it in a knot. The woman’s body was incredibly fit; her muscles were well defined and slightly bulging. The woman was followed in by a pool of reporters from every major network and they like the gunmen spread themselves around the banquet hall.
“My name is Violator, and you shall all bare witness as I destroy Super-Chick here tonight right before your eyes,” she proclaimed. “As my prisoners, all you are required to do is as I ask, that means some of you will die,” as Violator finished her sentence the gunmen each approached a captive gun aimed at the head and fired. The hostages left started screaming and crying, calls for God and pleas for mercy accompanied the yells and the tears.
“ I have to get out of here,” whispered Katrina; “Violator is crazy, she must be stopped.”
“ How Katrina, there’s only one exit and you can’t confront her now without giving away your secret identity?”
“I know Salman but I can’t just stand by and let her kill innocent people.”
“Unless Super-Chick shows up here in less than one hour and faces me the rest of you will die,” announced Violator as the pleas and screams died down.
“Violator! Violator! Why do you want to destroy Super-Chick?” meekly asked a reporter from NBC.
“That fucking bitch thinks she’s all that with that sexyt body of hers. I’m going to teach her who the real Super-Chick is. I’m sick of seeing that little cunts picture everywhere I go. When I get through with her there’s no way People Magazine will call her the sexiest woman alive, not ever again. I’d be happy to take any more questions,” said violator.
In the meantime Katrina had been slowly crawling her way over to the nearest window, everyone had their eyes on Violator, making her venture possible but slow. She was almost there when one of the gunmen spotted her.
“Freeze bitch,” he yield gun pointed at her head.
“What’s going on over there,” demanded Violator, “I’m giving an interview!”
“We got ourselves a hero here Vi,” responded the gunman.
“Oh really, excuse me gentleman I’ll be right back, if you have anymore questions I’ll gladly answer them in a minute; I had a really interesting childhood by the way,” said Violator as she made her way over to Katrina.
Katrina was on her feet when violator reached her; the gunman who spotted her was standing behind.
Violator was taller by a fair margin and much bustier at the breasts.
“ Aren’t you a sexy little thing! Since Super-Chick is taking her sweet time getting here, I think you could help pass the time. What are you any way a model, you must be with a muscle tone like that cutie,” taunted Violator.
“Nah Vi, that’s Katrina Kaif, a bollywood star,” responded a gunman from across the room.
“Check her purse; bollywood star huh, she may be fit but I could take her,” said Violator looking into Katrina’s eyes, licking her lips as she did.
If he searches through my purse he’ll find my costume and my life will be ruined; the window is only five feet behind me, I can jump out and flyaway then claim that Super-Chick saved me, thought Katrina. As the gunman behind her moved to her side and started to reach for her purse, Super-Chick gave him a firm push, sending him to the floor and immediately swung a fist at Violator, hoping to use her momentum to get her quickly to the window, once she had knocked that psychopath to the floor.
The punch hit Violator squarely on the jaw and Katrina was now turning to face the window when the wind was knocked right out of her, collapsing her onto her knees, forcing her to grasp her abs in pain. Violator had not even been knocked back an inch by her punch and instead landed a devastating blow to Katrina’s mid section, winding her.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” grunted Super-Chick struggling to regain her breath.
“That was quite a punch little girl,” commented Violator as she grabbed Katrina by both her arms and sat her down on a nearby table. She then lifted Katrina’s arms over her head, restraining them with only one of her hands and pushed Katrina onto her back, with her legs dangling over the edge of the table. Violator was standing between Katrina’s legs leaning on her as she kept her hands restrained behind her head. Katrina had fully recovered from the punch and was trying to break Violator’s hold on her wrists but couldn’t, she was using all her strength and still couldn’t get free.
“How is this possible, she’s stronger than me,” grunted Katrina between her teeth.
Violator leaned further over Katrina until she was right beside her ear and whispered, “All this time I was waiting for Super-Chick to show her tight little ass, when I suspect, she was right in front of me all along.”
The cameras had moved in as soon as Violator had pinned Katrina down.
With her free hand, Violator slid her way down Katrina’s body, at first by playing with her breasts, joyfully squeezing them, then past her gorgeous abs taking a few moments to admire their softness and flatness.
Katrina could only struggle vainly as she was being played with, she was in shock, how could this be happening, how could this woman be overpowering Super-Chick.
Violator’s hand now found itself under Katrina’s dress and rubbing her pussy through her panties. She pulled Katrina’s panties down and freed them from one of her legs and then returned her fingers to her pussy. Katrina’s dress was short, well above knee height but not as short as her costume but long enough to conceal her pussy from the cameras.
“UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” a small pleasurable moan escaped Katrina’s lips. “Stop it, please, you can’t do this to me!” pleaded Katrina.
Violator then pushed her way inside Katrina’s vagina, feeling all around and spreading her wetness all over her thighs and vagina, then settling her delicate touch on her clitoris, rubbing and rubbing.
“ Stop it please, Violator, I’ll do anything you ask, anything, just please stop this. UHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Her climax was approaching when Violator stopped playing with her pussy and slid her fingers through Katrina’s narrow pubic hairs, giving them a firm pull before moving her hand back from under her dress, to where both girls could see her fingers well. Violator gave the black hair she extracted a long look then whispered into Katrina’s ear; “how nice to meet you Super-Chick, what should I do with you? I could reveal your secret to the world, I bet you would like that wouldn’t you cunt? Superstar Katrina Kaif is Super-Chick. I could then strip you and force you to put on that sexy costume of yours before the cameras? No! I came here to beat the shit out of Super-Chick and that’s what I’m going to do,” said Violator; “take this little bitch to the back and take her purse I suspect she’ll need it, you boys can have her, I’m saving myself for Super-Chick.”