"We should take down Madam Reich," Darla suggested. "Maybe the city can calm down with her put down."
The group was agreed and you were allowed to suit up in your old Hawk Boy costume. You were excited, you were going to take down a villain again! You were going to be a hero again.
The girls got into their new Hawk Chick outfits. They involved opaque pantyhose that served as leggings that went up to their green shorts. From there a form fitting body suit covered the waist up which included a set of gloves. Each of them also wore a bird mask of some sort that hid their features.
You were ready to roll out when Alice stopped you.
"Before we begin let's make sure you remember your place Hawky. Kneel before us, bow down, kiss our pantyhose and tell us what a loser you are."
You felt so heroic just moments before as Hawk Boy and now... now it all came rushing back. You were their pet, their toy and their slave. You kissed the tops of their opaque hosiery and repeated those galling words.
Darla laughed along with the others in such a bratty fashion. "Oh this loser won't forget, he knows underneath that suit he's just a pathetic foot boy."
Your humiliation complete - it was go time! Time to bring down the Germanic tyrant!
You and your owners arrived at the docks where she was overseeing her gang looting a boat full of merchandise. There were a lot of them, at least 15 but most of them look liked laborers and not enforcers.
Madam Reich was wearing as usual, a leather SS uniform that could have been painted onto her body, as tight as it is. A few buttons on the jacket are undone, allowing you to get a good look at the busty female's cleavage. The leather trousers are just as tight. You can see absolutely everything as she walked around.
You swung down and nearly took her down with a swooping strike. The Nazi dodged at the last second and glared at you.
"Worm! Have you not been taught your lesson yet?"
"No foul villain! I escaped the Troop Squad and now I will bring order back to this town."
"You little fool! I am not like those girls, I am a full grown woman. They ended up not even being able to hold onto you... I must say they will always have a place in my heart for introducing me to the wonderful world of pantyhose. My feet end up reeking after being in hose and my boots and it is oh so much fun to torture weaklings with the stench! You'll soon find that out!"
As you spoke you saw the Troop Squad swing into action and start fighting Madam Reich's men. You took a deep breath, time to see if your training had paid off!
You launched forward again this time with a strong jab to her face. Madam Reich dodged and returned with a powerful kick to your chest. The blow hit your sternum and you flew backward. She was so strong! Fortunately your acrobatic training paid off and you did a flip in mid air and landed on your feet.
More wary now you feinted in one direction and she bought it, off balance you managed to kick out her legs and she fell to the ground on her back. You tried to capitalize on the attack but her powerful leg kicked out at you and you were forced to back away or get knocked down as well. She grinned at you and stood up.
"Not bad boy, but lets see how you fight this!"
She bent low and zipped down her jackboot and removed it! You were confused at first but then she hurled it at you. You managed to dodge to the side but as the boot trailed past you, you caught the noxious scent of it! Her boots had been bad before but now they were beyond putrid!
You gagged horribly and doubled over in a cough only for the next boot to hit you in the shoulder and spin you around as more of her noxious fumes surrounded you. Falling to the ground you stared up in horror at Madam Reich who loomed over you with squishy wet pantyhose feet! Her dark hose emanated a stench beyond belief and you desperately tried to back away but you ended up pressed against one of the warehouse crates.
"No where to run now little bird!" She laughed maniacally.
You hyperventilated in fear... what was going to happen to you?
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