Defeated by The Mob

Things had been going too well!

SuperMum had easily infiltrated the local Mob base, a Club near the docklands, and had worked her way her way to the backroom, dispatching several Mob goons on her way.

Finding the safe in the office, after a quick search (really.....you put it behind a painting on the wall!) she poured over the documentation found within.

With her concentration now fully on the incriminating evidence she was reading, she never head the soft footfalls approaching from behind, but she sure felt the blackjack as it made heavy contact with the back of her head, before she slumped unconscious to the ground.

Tulisa, head dancer at the club, and the Bosses number one gal, glared down at the defeated heroine. "Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to pry", she spoke, whilst using her foot to roll over the now limp Superheroine.

Making sure she wasn't going to wake anytime soon, Tulisa went to the desk and pressed the intercom. "Boys", she called out, "We got a live one. Get your butts down here now".

As consciousness slowly came back to her, SuperMum found herself in a tight squeeze..........literally!

Wrapped in plastic from head to toe, with only a small gap for her nose, she was standing in a small room, surrounded by members of The Gang. Lamps positioned all around her provided enough heat to ensure the plastic would shrink wrap around her, constricting tighter and tighter, her struggles quite futile.

From behind her she heard the sound of knuckles cracking, and a menacing laugh.

"Well, well. Whatever are we gonna do with you"?

SuperMum could only make muffled sounds as the plastic constricted around her mouth, as another goon approached, carrying what looked like a gasmask, attached to a cylinder.

"Don't worry my dear", the menacing voice spoke again. "We're not gonna kill you.........just when you wake up, whenever and wherever that is", he laughed again, "you'll probably wished we had. You've interferred in a lot of people's business in the past, and they'll be willing to pay a lot of money to get you in their grasp. Jonney, put the mask on her, full doseage I think, then put her in storage whilst I go make some calls."!



(Poor SM - I think I'd better try and even the score up a bit and have a few pics showing her kicking arse!)