She had always had strong legs. A strong lower body. She called it The Power Groin when she was a kid and went horseback-riding. When she was a teenager, she took all kinds of martial arts and re-named her crotch/thigh area The Thighs of Fury. As an adult, she became known as PowerPussy.
I know it sounds like she was a superhero, but she really wasn’t. I mean, really not.
Her name was Amanda, but she always referred to herself as Mandy. She was deadly in two separate ways, both extremely lethal. The first thing was her beauty. It hurt to look at someone like Mandy because of her perfectly sculptured face and deliciously curvy body. She had eyes like snow covered mountains, so light blue they almost looked white. Her blonde hair blew carelessly in the wind and drew even more attention to her perfect, plump lips. She was the kind of woman who wore black and high heels just to tick men off. At least, it started out that way.
Before she discovered the other extremely lethal part of herself, Mandy posted no great threat. She was a tease, sure, but she never physically hurt anyone. She saw no need. One dark night, all that changed in a second. After a trip to one of her usual hangouts, she left to find a cab and go home. But the man who picked her up was no ordinary cab driver and Mandy was forced into a situation where she found herself to be helpless for the first time in her life. So, she considered her options, as the cab driver held her down and tried to remove her clothes. Mandy decided that she was never going to be a victim and as she remembered her training, she managed to flip the cab driver around, so that she ended up on top. And as he started struggling to get back in control, she put her knees on the sides of his head, ripped her own underwear off, sat on the man’s face and smothered him with her vagina. He didn’t stand a chance.
When Mandy returned to her apartment that night, she felt no despair. No pain, no anger and no regret. She felt free and in control. All these years when she had just been playing around… This was completely different. This was real power.
So, she became PowerPussy. And no, she didn’t pick the name out herself, but she liked it. To her, it did sound like a superhero name. But to the hundreds of men that she killed by using her vagina to cut off their air supply…not so much.
The police never caught PowerPussy. She was too smart to get caught. She never left a club with one of her planned victims and she left no survivors. No proof, no trace, no way to find her and bring her to justice.
It was said that, during the three years that PowerPussy was out there killing, the number of women getting raped dropped by almost fifty percent in that town. The men were too afraid. Except for the really sick ones. They didn’t see the threat. Not until it was too late.
After a three year reign of terror, Mandy decided it was time for PowerPussy to disappear. Her vicious ways had spread to the women of that city and more of them started to take things into their own hands. This resulted in the rape rate dropping another twenty percent and a community called PussyPower was shaped. Thousands of women joined and trained together. None of them used methods as extreme as Mandy, but two years after PowerPussy decided to quit, not a single woman was raped in that city.
So maybe she was a superhero after all. She set them free.
