New Backer Driven Story “Bad Endings: Miss Mexicana”

Below the break you can find the first entry to this backer driven story.

Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: This is just a small introductory entry at only 2,000 words. There’s a small fight scene setting up the first sex scene, but it stops before any heat starts. This IS a story that will have a “bad” ending the heroine doesn’t walk away from, so if that’s a no go for you best not get invested.

Stupid, Miss Mexicana thought. The metal plate that had dropped down from the hidden compartment in the ceiling now covered the door she’d come through and was blocking her way back out of the building. So stupid. The clues I’d been following on my investigation were getting too easy to find. This is a trap! I’m SO stupid for not realizing that and coming here.

She thought about trying to pry the plate up, but she had heard some kind of clicking mechanism when it had slammed into the ground. It was locked in place now, she was certain of that. She MIGHT be strong enough to pull the heavy metal plate up on her own, but she was certain she wouldn’t be strong enough to rip the metal plate off the wall or out of whatever was locking it in place.

There has to be another way out, she thought as she turned to look at the small room she was locked in. There WAS another door leading out of the room, and it WAS open. It hadn’t been the last time she’d looked at it. Now it was open, but the way through was blocked by a large, muscular man in a costume.

Supervillain, she thought. At least this proves my investigation was going in the right direction. SOMEONE is pulling the strings of a large number of compromised city council members. Someone who was able to figure out I was trying to find them and set up this little trap to force me into a one-on-one with this costumed goon.

Miss Mexicana stood her ground, cracking her neck then her knuckles as she stared the villain down. She’d never seen him before, at least that’s what she thought when she first noticed him looming in the doorway. The costume wasn’t one she’d seen before, she was certain of that, but his face… When she looked closer she realized it was a familiar one.

Suddenly the trap felt a lot less scary. She put her hands on her wide hips and smirked at the man looming in the doorway. “Is that you, Vincent? What’s with the costume?” She held her hand up to prevent him from answering. “Let me guess, the mobsters who employed you as an enforcer finally got tired of you always getting your ass beat by women like me, so you’ve taken on a silly name and reinvented yourself as a supervillain.”

“Always with the mouth,” the man said, voice low and menacing as he stepped into the room. Another metal plate dropped from the ceiling, locking him in the room with Miss Mexicana. “Always mouthing off. Always so confident. Always sticking your fat ass and huge tits where they don’t belong.”

The insult had no effect on Miss Mexicana. She was used to criminals and villains saying things like that about her body. The comment was a rather tame one compared to what most men lobbed her way. And there was also the fact that the “barb”, although crude, wasn’t wrong. She was a thick Latina woman with the kind of exaggerated curves only a woman with powers could have, while her active Power-Gene made her thick build equally well muscled under her layer of pleasing softness.

The room they were now locked in was small, which would put her at a huge disadvantage in a fight. Thanks to her thick curves, and especially her overlarge breasts, she knew most underestimated her. Even if a foe knew a superpowered woman’s body type had little to do with how fast or strong they were most assumed her thick build meant she was a slow, heavy-hitting bruiser. She DID have some super strength, but she tended to rely on her enemies underestimating how fast, athletic, and agile a fighter she was.

But a small room like this? There was almost no room for maneuverability. There was nothing in the room to use as cover and it felt like they would both nearly always be little more than a lunge and arm’s reach away from each other. Her speed and agility would mean almost nothing in an enclosed space like this, especially with no way to get away from the fight if she should start to lose.

If her foe had been nearly any other person she might have been worried. But she knew Vincent. Oh, he had powers, but they were meager. On top of that the man had no imagination, meaning he was little more than a two-bit muscle that was next to useless even with someone standing behind him barking orders over his shoulder.

SOMEONE was behind his presence here, but Vincent had clearly oversold himself to his new criminal employer. They weren’t even there to bark orders at him! They’d just helped arrange this little trap, but with Vincent as her foe it was all meaningless. She’d faced Vincent more times than she could remember and each time she’d easily handled the loser.

“We both know how this ends,” Miss Mexicana told Vincent with bored disinterest. “All locking me in this room with you has done is lock YOU in here with me! Do you really need me beating on you in a space where I can’t get distracted and leave you behind? Just open the door and let me be on my way and I promise I’ll only hit you once or twice.”

“I don’t go by ‘Vincent’ anymore,” he told her as he popped his neck then cracked his knuckles in imitation of how she’d prepared when first seeing him. “I’m Enforcer now, and I’m not working for loser mobsters anymore. I’ve moved up in the world.”

Miss Mexicana smirked and let out a derisive laugh. “You can slap a fancy costume on and take a new name, but it doesn’t matter. You’re the same old loser you always were. Nothing but low-tier super strength and enhanced toughness which only means I can hit you twice as hard as I can a normal nobody.”

As she spoke he was gradually moving towards her, grinning then snarling in anger. “You’re wrong about me,” he told her as he continued his slow, menacing advance that was having no effect on her. “About my powers. See, even I didn’t understand them. But this case you’ve been working, trying to expose corrupt city council members and find who’s pulling their strings? You figured some new drug was tied into it all, yes?”

Let him talk, she thought as he drew ever closer. Let him expose it all then beat his ass like you’ve done a hundred other times. Just stand your ground, let him keep monologuing, and be prepared to dodge a few clumsy punches when he closes the distance that’s left.

“The big man pulling the strings, a man you’ll be meeting before the night is over, figured something out about this new drug. See, it gives normal people a good, clean high. Clean enough that he and the people that work for him can charge quite a bit for it. But it takes fancy chemicals, so it was never going to be something that could be mass-produced as a street drug, not unless there was a steady supply of highly controlled chemicals. The boss man, he has the connections to make it work, but see, before things were all in place he found the drug did something different to someone with an active P-Gene.”

By that point the big, costumed man was standing just out of reach of Miss Mexicana, close enough that he loomed above the short, thick-bodied superheroine. He’d stopped, smirking at her. For the first time since recognizing him Miss Mexicana was having doubts. “What are you talking about?”

“It enhances powers,” he told her as a flash of confident madness appeared in his eyes. “Oh, it has side effects. Dangerously enhanced libido, increased aggression, but that’s the kind of thing you’d want enhanced villains to have. Just means by the time I’m done beating you I’m going to be even more eager to fuck you, and that I’m going to be able to KEEP fucking you far longer than I would have if I’d ever beaten you in the past.”

Miss Mexicana tried to hide the apprehension she was now feeling. She wanted to back away, but knew all that would do would be to put her closer to the wall of the small room she was trapped in. “So you’re a bit stronger and tougher, so what?” Miss Mexicana took up a more combat-ready stance as she made the quip, trying to prepare herself for a fight that might not be as easy as she first thought it would be.

“Always with the mouth,” Enforcer muttered. “It’s going to be a joy shutting you up. But it ain’t gonna be like it was. I ain’t some dumb bruiser anymore that you can outmaneuver. Hell, even if we weren’t locked in this little room together you’d be outclassed and outpowered now.”

As he talked Miss Mexicana began carefully repositioning herself, slowly inching a bit further back and to the right. There was almost no room to maneuver, but she’d make as much use of what was there as she could. Even though he’d fought her and SEEN how agile and fast she could be she knew part of him would always be surprised by it, they ALL were.

She had a thick build with almost comically large breasts and a huge, wide ass. Everyone underestimated her thanks to her build, even people who had seen her moving with near-inhuman speed and grace while carrying out moves an Olympic gymnast would struggle to perform. And her costume was a simple string bikini, barely covering her snatch and struggling to keep her huge breasts in check. It left her thick thighs and soft belly on full display, lulling her enemies into a false sense of her potential athleticism.

“Outclassed? By a simple-minded thug like you? Unlikely.” She was taunting him. Trying to make him make the first move. If he came at her first she could react, using what little space she had to her advantage.

“That’s not who I am anymore,” Enforcer growled. “I’m no longer a simple thug. I always had the potential to be more, I just didn’t know it before my powers were boosted. See, I DON’T have super strength, and I have OTHER powers I didn’t know were there till I started taking these drugs the big man has been giving me.”

“You’re bluffing,” Miss Mexicana blurted out, unsure whether she believed what she was saying or was trying to convince herself everything was going to be fine. “You’ve gotten a few hits on me over the years. You DO have super strength.”

“No,” Enforcer said with a gloating, proud look on his face as he held a fist up and looked at it. “The truth is I have telekinetic powers. They were just… muted. I was using them instinctively to hit harder. I’ve a secondary power as well to create invisible force fields that I was instinctively using to make myself seem tougher.”

“I’m not a thug anymore,” he told her as he held a second hand up, palm flat. “I don’t even need to touch my foes anymore,” he added as he took a step back while thrusting the fist he was holding out in the air in front of him.

The invisible force hit Miss Mexicana so fast and so hard that she didn’t have time to process what had happened. The blow was strong enough to send her flying back. She WOULD have sailed through the air to slam into the wall of the small room, the time in the air perhaps dulling the impact and giving her time to process what was happening and mentally prepare for the second impact she was sailing towards. But almost as soon as she was sent flying back her body slammed into an invisible wall behind her, the impact doubled by the unseen surface being pulled towards her.

Both blows combined were more than enough to nearly knock Miss Mexicana out. She was left so stunned that she should have collapsed to the floor with a grunt and whimper. Instead of collapsing the moment she started to fall she felt invisible forces grabbing her by the arms and painfully pinning them to her sides while another, feeling much like a massive hand, wrapped around her neck and jerked her into the air.

“Like I said,” Enforcer said with a gloating tone of triumph as he enjoyed the sound of Miss Mexican choking for air as she groaned in pain, “I don’t even need to touch my foes to defeat them anymore. But now that you ARE defeated there’s going to be a WHOLE lot of touching!”

This is a backer driven story. It’s being written and published like one of my poll driven ones, but only the high tier Patreon backing it gets to see the polls and vote in them. The story will continue soon!