Part One
Its a cool night. As the wind whips around my slender figure I consider (not for the first time) designing a new uniform. Even though my powerbelt protects me from most things, including the elements, purple lycra hot pants and a scant halter don't exactly keep me warm. I need to find some scumbags to take in, a little fight would do good to warm me up just now.
I spring across a few roof tops in the business district. I've been tracking a rather brazen group of burglars lately. They seem to be some kind of industrual spies, hitting corporations instead of the usual jewelers or banks. I have aquired some intelligence of their next target though and tonight might just be their last.
I should've brought a coat though.
I wait patiently, shivering slightly each time the wind blows. Beneath my skin tight halter my nipples standout like thimbles and goosebumps ripple across my bare stomach. I should be quite the eye candy for these criminals last sight before going to prison!
Suddenly I see it. Across the road, in a huge glass building I can make out swaying flashes of light. Flashlights! Could be a nightwatchman I suppose, but this is the building my informant told me they were going to hit. Too much of a coincidence! I plant my feet and judge the distance to the very window. Then I take a running start and leap across the expanse!
My superstrength propels me easily to the building and through the glass window! The noise of the pane shattering is deafening and for a moment its raining jagged shards of glass. Luckily my powerbelt grants my soft skin nigh invulnerability as well. I hear alarmed shouting all around me, paniced scrambling as the shocked thugs try to get their bearings. I have no intention of allowing that!
I see one man drawing a gun but covering his face against the shower of broken glass. I quickly disarm him and easily hoist him into the air! Across the hall I see a second man glancing all around, disoriented. I hurl his companion into him and they both crash against the wall with a thud!
A third man, standing further back and with a better view of things levels his own gun at me. Things are beginning to settle down now as the last of the glass lands on the floor. He has a clear shot at me to be sure. He's stammering something a can't quite make out. Nevermind that, I tell myself and rush him. He fires off one shot just as my hand turns his wrist aside, the bullet flies harmlessly out the broken window. I grab him by the throat lifting him clear off the floor.
"What the hell," he gasps!
"You guys have some nerve coming into MY city," I snarl.
"Who are you?" he asks.
I smirk but before I can answer an all too familiar voice chimes in.
"You embicile! That's Victory!"
I freeze and shiver runs down my spine. I'd recognize that voice anywhere. It belongs to the only man to ever defeat me.
"Set him down, Victory," the voice commands.
I comply and the thug scrambles out of my reach. I ignore him and turn to face the speaker: Jake Wilder! A miriad of emotions run through my mind, not the least of which is blazing anger, a bit of fear, some panic and embarassment. And though I hate to admit it, I'd be lying if I said there wasn't some attraction.
Ever since my humiliating defeat at his hand I'd done my best to avoid Jake Wilder. After all I could do more without crossing him and not compromise myself. He had a video tape the showed not only every detail of my defeat but my true identity as well.
"Victory its been too long," he says smugly.
"Not long enough," I spit, revulsion twisting my stomach.
He chuckles and his gaze sweeps over my slender body. Moving up my long shapely legs, over my bare midrift and perky C-cup breasts and when he looks into my face, even behind my mask I can't meet his gaze. That alone makes me feel filthy. I can tell from the smirk on his face he's remember what I look like naked... How I sound moaning... My own mind flits back the humiliation I suffered at his hands.
"Wilder," I growl. "I should snap your neck and throw your worthless carcass out that window!"
"You could do that," he chuckles. "But I have a friend with specific instructions to send out a certain video tape if anything should ever happen to me."
MY video tape, I realize. Which is why I've been avoiding Jake Wilder despite some of the evil deeds he's been committing. I can't fight him and risk that tape being released.
"I suppose I'll leave you boys to your crime," I say through gritted teeth.
I force myself to turn to leave.
"Not so fast," Wilder says. "Turn around."
I turn slowly back to him. He three thugs have gathered around him now, they don't seem near as confident as he is.
"These boys have been working awfully hard lately," Wilder says. "Perhaps they deserve a little...entertainment?"
I feel my cheeks flush red hot as they all grin, their lewd gazes drifting over my scantly clad body.
To be continued...
How about we try something a little different this time? If you guys post some suggestions for our villains of what you'd like to see happen next to poor Victory, I'll write them into the next chapter. Excited to see what you come up with, Lady Jane
Thanks for all your kind words. It's my first try at a blackmail story, so I'm just glad its working out for some of us. :-k Thanks for those of you who contributed ideas, I'll be wrapping this story up in the next couple parts so if you have any more wicked little suggestions just pm or email me! 
