Super Chick Katrina kaif in Banquet Hall

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Violator then placed the black pubic hair in Super-Chick’s mouth and wiped her cum covered hand over her face, then gave her a big kiss probing every corner of her mouth, as she felt her pussy one more time. “ See you again my pretty!” said Violator as the nearest gunman took hold of her and marched her out of he banquet hall.
Super-Chick felt humiliated, tears came down her cheeks and she stumbled a couple of times, losing her panties, which had remained on her left leg. The cameras had caught it all, she was so ashamed that she hid her face as she left the hall.
Violator gave some instructions to the gunman who had Super-Chick’s purse, then let him go in pursuit of Super-Chick.
Super-Chick was marched down a hallway where the gunman kept her waiting to allow his compatriot to catch up.
Both men then grabbed Super-Chick by an arm and tossed her into the washroom, she put up no fight, she felt humiliated and her mind was racing to comprehend what had just happened.
“Violator says you have ten minutes to pull yourself together Super-Chick and fight her, or she’ll start killing everyone in the room. She wants you to come in through the front, not through some window or some wall, she wants the media to notice you’re approach, so get yourself cleaned up! Do you understand bitch,” asked the gunman carrying her purse?
Super-Chick looked up at the man and with watery eyes and in a shaky voice replied, “yes”.
“Good, here’s your purse,” the gunman tossed the purse at Super-Chick who was ass down on the washroom floor; “ your ten minutes start now super bitch;” the gunman clicked a button on his watch starting the count and turned to leave along with his companion, leaving Super-Chick alone in the washroom.
Super-Chick raised herself onto her knees and just looked at her dress clinging to her vagina and inner thighs from her own juices. She buried her head in her hands and sobbed, her crying filling the room.
What am I going to do thought Super-Chick? I’m no match for Violator with one hand she defeated me. If I go out there I’m just going to get humiliated again but this time it’ll be worse. She’ll be beating Super-Chick; she’ll probably rape me and show me off to the cameras. I just can’t go out there, I can’t beat her, oh God. But if I don’t go out she’ll kill all those people, she’ll kill Salman, I have to go out, I have to stop this self-pity!
Super-Chick got to her feet and removed her brown wig and dress; she then caught a glimpse of herself in the mirrors that lined the washroom. She stared at her cum covered face, her open pussy wet all around, as where her inner thighs. She then placed her hand on her flat abdomen where Violator had struck her. Remembering the force of the blow made her shiver.
“Who am I kidding she’s going to destroy me,” whimpered Super-Chick.
Then Super-Chick felt a watery substance running down her legs and splashing on the ground; Super-Chick was so scared that she was cumming. The tears started up again. “Some Super-Chick,” she murmured, as she wiped her eyes.
“So what if she’s stronger. I’m Super-Chick, that means I’m not only strong but I can fly and I have psi-blasts, I can beat her, strength isn’t everything!”
Super-Chick knelt down and removed her costume and boots that she made smaller by rolling up from her purse. She then grabbed her Dress and wiped the cum from her face, nether regions and thighs; she then slowly slipped into her costume, finding strength in its comfort and familiarity.
Super-Chick then entered into her familiar power stance and admired herself in the mirror, in that tight fitting blue top, then looked down at her cum covered dress on the floor and said; “Violator beat Katrina, not Super-Chick,” and took one last look in the mirror before she left out the window.
The camera crews outside of the building where Violator had taken up hostages filmed Super-Chick as she landed by the police cars just outside. But this time as they filmed her landing and her skirt flipped up they could see that the thin strip of her costume that covered her pussy was slightly riding into her vagina and a streak of wetness could be seen.
“Thank God you’re here Super-Chick some mad woman named Violator is holding New York’s brightest and most gifted youth’s hostage, demanding that you face her!”
“Yes I know chief, I saw it on the news,” responded Super-Chick as she tried to confidently walk towards the building. As she passed Violators perimeter guards they blew her kisses.
Super-Chick approached the entrance of the banquet hall, having followed all of the instructions laid out to her by one of Violator’s henchmen.
The cameras quickly shifted their focus from Violator to Super-Chick, who had just entered the hall and stood some 20 feet from Violator. Trying not to sound scared Super-Chick slightly spread her legs, placed her hands on her hips and said, “ Okay Violator, I’m here now let these people go!”
“I don’t think so Super-Chick, you see there my insurance against you flying away on me,” responded Violator. “They will be released after our fight is finished whore; their actually quite fortunate, along with the cameramen here, they will get front row seats to your humiliation girl. You know Super-Chick It’s a pity you arrived so late, there was a feisty little girl here, looked at lot like you, I’d say same age, height, build, we had some fun,” as Violator said this she picked up the panties Super-Chick was wearing at the party. “In fact these lovely things where hers,” and she began to smell them.
Super-Chick could take no more she lunged at Violator, flying with both fists in front of her and slamming into her midsection, driving her into the back wall. Violator was partially imprinted into the wall and seemed a bit dazed.
Super-Chick did not let up, she threw a left followed by a right and then again repeated the blows straight into Violators face.
“You’re a sadistic psychopath and I’m going to make you pay!” screamed Super-Chick as she unleashed punch after punch into Violators face. After around her twelfth punch Super-Chick backed off and delivered a spinning kick straight into Violator’s midsection, causing her to grasp her well toned abs.
Super-Chick had given Violator all she had and still there wasn’t a mark on her.
To Super-Chick’s dismay Violator quickly recovered and gave her a smirk; “not bad girlie but I can do better!”
The first punch caught Super-Chick right on her left cheek causing her to take several steps backwards. Violators second blow hit on the same spot but opposite side causing Super-Chick to do a 360-degree turn. Super-Chick was still standing but was clearly dizzy. Her knees were bent banging against each other; her arms hung limply in front of her and her head swayed, resting on her collarbones.
Violator approached Super-Chick and grabbed a fist full of her hair, which was covering her face. She then gave it a violent yank causing Super-Chick’s head to be pulled up and the rest of her body to move forward towards Violator. The cameras caught every minute, they zoomed right into Super-Chick’s face. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed, as Violator lifted Super-Chick off her feet by her hair.
Violator then drew her free hand back and landed a punch straight into Super-Chick’s face, causing her head to snap back. Violator again drew her fist back, hitting Super-Chick once more squarely in the face.
“This is the mighty Super-Chick, The Girl of Steel, The Maid of Might, pathetic; I should rip that S of those perky breasts of yours girl,” Violators taunted Super-Chick as she released her to the ground; she landed on her knees and fell flat on her face.
The cameras zeroed in as Super-Chick lifted herself off the ground onto her knees and palms. Blood dripped from her mouth onto the floor.
“Please tell me you’re not finished Super-Chick, surely the great Super-Chick is not so easily beaten!”
The words cut into Super-Chick who struggled to regain her equilibrium. She couldn’t go toe to toe with Violator, physically she was no match.