Justice Girl: Trophy Hunter (Chapter 5) (Patreon)

Chapter 5

A shapely figure landed atop the building’s parapet wall, three stories above the street. Randy Girl strutted halfway down the length of that wall, before she stopped and struck a pose. Brown eyes peered out from behind a red mask as she searched for her targets that night. The street lights lit up her red and pink costume — Hot pink string bikini accessorized with bright red mask, thigh boots, and opera gloves. Everything decorated with hearts. Her jewelry consisted of trophy Sisterhood Ankhs taken from captured super heroines, two standard issue silver ankhs hanging from her ears, and a gold hanging from the hot pink collar around her neck like she was a Champion of the Sisterhood. Silver and gold bangles jangled on both wrists.

She loved dressing so girlie.

Her cohort in crime, Victory Girl, was high above on lookout against pesky super heroines. Their men were waiting down in an alley with the van. Waiting to jump their targets once identified by their boss ladies. Those three young coeds had enter the bar across the street four hours earlier.

The street was almost as packed with slow moving cars as The Strip’s main drag. The sidewalks were even more crowded with college boys and girls, and older men and women on the prowl.

I hope they didn’t hook up with some guys and sneak past us in that crowd.

Her phone rang. It was Victory Girl.

“What is it, Vikki?”

“Hillary, I just spotted Ms Crusader cruising over the university,” Victory Girl said. “I’m looking for more masks as we speak. They’re like roaches, finding one means there are a million you can’t see.”

“Dammit,” Randy whispered. “Not now. They are worse than cops about showing up at the most inopportune moment.” She scowled down at the club. “Keep me apprised, but if heroines are in the area we might just have to grab the first girl of opportunity and go.”

That would suck. Discovering three of the most popular girls on campus were out clubbing together was a golden opportunity. Not only were they popular, but one of them was the reigning Homecoming Queen, and the other two varsity cheerleaders. All three were in the same sorority. And as seniors, they were in that perfect age range for her brothel — twenty-one to twenty-two.

And then…

“Bingo,” Randy Girl whispered. “Bring it in, Victoria. Our girls have just stepped out of the club, and they look sloppy drunk.”

A big smile spread across Randy Girl’s masked face. The only way those three beauties remained standing was by mutual support. They had removed their heels, and still could barely walk. She shook her head as she watched them work their way up the street, heading toward the men she had pre-positioned. The way back to the sorority house took them down one certain street.

They are not going to make it home tonight, she thought, heart racing. Well, they’ll make it to their new home and career in my brothel.

Randy Girl paced them up the street, leaping from building to building. She got all tingly inside and out when they predictably turned down the street that their sorority house sat on. Such an easy hunt, though longer than usual.

Something, or someone, passed across the half-moon low on the sky. Aircraft off in the distance? Or a much closer super heroine? Mostly likely a very close night bird. Still it set her heart to racing, skin prickling.

Victory Girl flew past her, just ten feet above her head. She shook her head disapprovingly. Victoria continued to wear her old costume, the same one as Justice Girl’s old costume.

Girl, either create your own look, or update to continue looking like your nemesis.

The villainess Amazon reached out with her senses, pulled water out of thin air to form a rock hard “surf board” under her feet. She used her power to lift up and fly across the street, but remained hovering. Pacing those painfully slow moving, ridiculously giggling college girls. But she took a moment to admire their fit bodies and stunning beauty. All three were blondes, wearing tiny little cocktail dresses. Just legs, boobs, and hair sexiness. Perfect for catching the eyes of men. Perfect for stoking the lust of brothel patrons.

“Lord have mercy, you girls are going to make me so much money,” she whispered. “And I’m so going to enjoy breaking your privileged, rich-girl spirits. You’ll all be the perfect, submissive whores before I’m finished remolding you.”

Randy Girl called the leader of their men. “Joe. The three coeds we are targeting tonight are almost to you. Be ready.”

“What are they wearing?” he asked.

She’d already shown all of the men photos of the three women. But they were promo pictures put out by the university of their cheerleaders and Homecoming Queen.

“All are wearing short dresses — red, pink, and white — barefooted, and staggering drunk. This should be easier than expected.”

“Perfect,” he said. “And I see them coming. We’re ready. Straight into the van? Or do you want to look them over first?”

“Oh, Joe, you know we love to gloat over those stuck up sorority girls.”

He just laughed and she ended the call. Then she called Victory Girl and together they closed with the coeds from opposite directions. None of them would escape their fates. But Victory Girl had to be extra careful, because like her super heroine nemesis, she was an Electric Power. So she flew within a ball of lightning, and even the lowest power to actually lift her up and fly created noise. Indeed, she could already hear the low rumble of muted thunder.

The coeds heard it too, looking up and around. Unfortunately for them, they stopped right in front of the alley where the human traffickers waited. Randy Girl grinned as her men surged out and engulfed the three beauties. They were so fast, and the drunk coeds so mentally slow, that the men had hands over their mouths before any of them could even think to scream.

Randy Girl flew into the alley behind her men and the victims. Victory Girl dropped down into the alley on the other side of the group. The Amazons bookending them so no one managed to escape. The other Amazon walked up to the confused and frightened coeds first, reaching out a red gloved hand to cup Tiffany Graves chin. The gorgeous Homecoming Queen couldn’t even speak she was so terrified and drunk.

“Damn, girl, I think these three are the most beautiful women we’ve captured so far.”

“I agree,” Randy Girl said, striding up. “I think we’ll…”

“I don’t think you will do anything more with those poor girls,” a deep, feminine voice said from above.

They all looked up to find Ms Crusader standing on the edge of the roof above them. A two story building, so she was right there in all her Alpha Meta glory. Randy Girl’s loins heated up, got so wet. She remembered capturing that heroine once. Indeed, she had both her and Justice Girl working in the brothel she owned at the time. They escaped, but she did get to keep their full costumes, along with their Sisterhood Ankhs. Justice Girl’s gold ankh dangled from her collar at the moment, while Ms Crusader’s silver ankh was her left earring.

“Hey, beautiful, coming back to be my fuck whore again?” Randy Girl purred. Her left hand came up to play with the silver ankh. “I’d love to make your new ankh my right earring. Then I’d have a matched pair.”

“Bitch!” Ms Crusader snarled, and then threw a hardened ball of water down at her.

Randy Girl’s hardened water shield blocked it, but she also distracted the heroine just enough. Victory Girl leapt up at her, a ball of lightning forming around her, and thundered straight up into the super heroine. Water Power does not trump Electric Power, and Ms Crusader was zapped unconscious in nothing flat.

Victory Girl dropped her lightning ball long enough to crash into the crumbling heroine, sweep her up in her arms, and then reform the bubble to fly back down to the ground. She dumped the defeated heroine at Randy Girl’s feet.

“Looks like we have another whore for our brothel,” Victory Girl said. “Since you’ve had her, many times, I claim first rights to her body.”

“Oooooo,” Ms Crusader moaned, starting to squirm.

Randy Girl watched her partner in crime drop to her knees beside the young heroine. Very quickly and efficiently, the other blonde cut off the captive’s bodysuit with tiny electric bolts. Like mini light sabers. In nothing flat Ms Crusader was stripped to mask, gloves, and thigh boots.

Victory Girl quickly pulled the heroines wrists back and snapped handcuffs on her. Then she pulled an autoinjector out of her left boot, and pressed it to Ms Crusader’s left butt cheek.

Ms Crusader’s eyes popped open, mouth forming an ‘O’ in her shock. Yeah, she understood what just happened.

“And now she is depowered.”

Grabbing the back of her head, Victory Girl pulled her up and claimed her lips in a deep, open-mouth kiss. Her free hand fondled naked tits, before plunging down between the heroine’s legs. She attacked that pussy like a boss. Randy Girl grinned as she watched the look of shock and disbelief on Ms Crusader’s masked face morph into one of unwanted pleasure. And then bliss as her eyes fluttered closed, back bowed, and hips thrust.

“Amazons are such wanton sluts,” Randy Girl sneered.

“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Victory Girl laughed.

“Jesus, I will not… Aaaagggh!” Ms Crusader gasped. Her body bucked and writhed as orgasmic bliss washed through her over and over. Victory Girl rubbed her clit vigorously, making her climax last as long as possible. “Oooh… You. You. You are going to be so sorry.”

Randy Girl and Victory Girl laughed. And then a lightning bolt slammed into the van’s hood, destroying the motor. Lightning bolts and invisible balls of hardened air rained down on them at that time. Her men started dropping, either zapped or bashed unconscious. She looked up to find Justice Girl and Zephyr attacking from the rooftop.

“Lady!” Justice Girl shouted. “We have them pinned down. You and Platinum Angel block both ends of the alley.”

“We’re outnumbered,” Victory Girl cried, and zipped up and away within her lightning ball.

“Fuck me,” Randy Girl snapped, and formed a watery surfboard to fly up and away. Oddly, neither of the two attacking heroines came after them. Or any other heroine for that matter.

“Did they just trick us into thinking there were more of them? Dammit!”