Justice Girl: Trophy Hunter (Chapter 3) (Patreon)

Chapter 3

As one, the remaining heroines shot down into the crowd. Justice Girl was about to help Platinum Angel, but noticed a man with a pistol. Was he the fool that took a shot at them? So she veered straight into him, slamming both stiletto-heeled feet into his diaphragm. The pistol went clattering away between the crowd’s feet. Lost. The MAAD man was left on his back, gasping desperately for breath. She turned her fury on the other men around her, spinning into one brutal kick after another, sending men flying away in all directions. And then she heard Zephyr’s scream.

She flew straight up, looked around, and spotted her former protégé in trouble. Five men held onto her, two of them pounding fists into her face, belly, groin, and boobs. Mostly into her boobs and pussy, because they were pieces of shit MAAD men.

Justice Girl landed behind Zephyr, who was struggling to break free of the men holding and beating her. One man was behind her, arms around her waist, while other men held onto the heroine’s arms and legs. All of their holds were quite precarious and Justice Girl saw the fear and dread in the men’s eyes. But they refused to let go. The two men holding her arms were the ones beating her.

“What is wrong…?” Justice Girl shouted, rabbit punching the man holding onto Zephyr’s right arm. “…with you fools? Let!” She drove a stiletto heel into the ribs of the man wrapped around the heroine’s left leg. “Her!” She pounded a fist between the shoulder blades of the man around the heroine’s right leg. “Go!”

Zephyr punched the man to her left away, and then the last man released his hold, reached up between her legs, and grabbed her white thong bikini bottoms, and RIPPED them off her body. He rolled away, trying to vanish in the crowd with his trophy as he shouted.

“I count coup against Zephyr!”

“Oh! You bastard!” Zephyr screamed, and went after him.

Justice Girl picked up another man, and threw him into the fleeing MAAD man. Zephyr pounded a fist into his face, three times, and snatched her ruin garment from his numb fingers.

“Let’s go,” Justice Girl shouted, and the rest of the heroines flew up and away.

“That son of a bitch Chad counted coup on me,” Platinum Angel said, hovering a hundred feet over the rally and silver gloved hands covering her nakedness down there. “Can you see him? I want my bottoms back.”

“Forget him. Chad’s long gone,” Justice Girl said. “These MAAD men are too worked up. Let’s just call it a night, go home, and regroup tomorrow. I think the rally will break up now, but only if we leave.”

So the heroines scattered, going their separate ways. It was quite late anyway.

Justice Girl’s lightning ball was so bright and powerful it thundered through the sky. She flew in a great loop around the city within that lightning ball, before she flew out over the Pacific and vanished. Once she was out of sight over the Pacific, the heroine reduced the power to minimum to make her glowing bubble of lightning as dim as possible. That also reduced the speed she could fly. She flew north of the city, past the foot of the surrounding mountains, and then back over land to fly nape of the earth through the coastal range.

Locating the old tumbledown store along the two-lane mountain highway, she dropped down behind it to her motorcycle. The Kawasaki Ninja gleamed all black and silver in the moonlight. Seeing it sent a thrill through her. Then she opened one of the saddlebags, pulled out a red and black leather racing suit, and pulled it on over her costume.

Activating her mask’s infrared, she scanned the surrounding forest. Nothing but an owl in a nearby tree. Feeling safe, she pressed six hidden buttons in her high-tech mask, then four, and finally six more. The mask released and fell off into her hands. Justice Girl stuffed it into the saddlebag and secured it.

“I am Nicole Boudreaux,” she said, feeling a mental and physical change just by becoming her alter ego. She put on clear eye protection. “Let’s see what this puppy can do.”

Starting the Ninja, Nicole toed it into gear, and slowly rode it out to the road. No one was on the road at that late hour. She turned on the headlights, and then hit the gas. The high-powered bike peeled out amid burning rubber.

“Wahoo!”

Nicole quickly got that racing bike to speed, taking all the twists and bends like a pro-racer. No helmet so her long, golden-blonde hair whipped around behind her like Supergirl’s cape.

“I’m Queen of the Road!”

The heroine sped all the way down out of the mountains, down into the coastal plain that Ocean City occupied. She didn’t think it vast enough to be a “plain,” but greater minds than hers named it. The city occupied it entirely, no suburbs. Just Ocean City halfway up the surrounding mountains.

Nicole raced through the city streets, out to a residential area of standalone homes, and finally pulled into the drive of a nice single-story house. She hit the remote, and the garage opened for her. She parked, put it in neutral, and killed the motor. Then she hit the button and closed the bay door.

“Home Sweet Home.”