Justice Girl: Trophy Hunter (Chapter 6) (Patreon)

Chapter 6

“That’s right, Maria, Ocean City Police report that late last night Justice Girl, Zephyr, and Ms Crusader saved three local coeds, including the reigning Homecoming Queen, from human traffickers,” field reporter Natalie Porter said. The pretty brunette stood outside of police headquarters, wearing a white dress under a pink sports coat. “Reports are the super heroines captured all of the men, while the two leaders — Randy Girl and Victory Girl — escaped. Back to you in the studio.”

Maria Valdez appeared on the screen. Chad lifted a brow. She was so damned gorgeous. He had a thing for hot Latinas. Who didn’t?

“Mmmm.” Sluuurp. “Mmmm.”

He looked down under his desk, between his legs as Vivian bobbed up and down his cock. Chad captured that pre-heroine Amazon five years back. Snatched her from her eighteenth birthday party, in fact. He figured out she was an Alpha Meta, and was talking to the Alpha Meta Sisterhood of Super Heroines about joining them. Vivian Sanchez was the most gorgeous raven-maned, brown eyed Latina imaginable, and for the last five years she’d been the local chapter of MAAD’s sex slave. Their greatest trophy of all, perfectly brainwashed and trained, and for one and all members to enjoy.

The chapter house had three other Amazons like her, but she was the youngest and prettiest.

“Thank you, Natalie,” Maria said, pulling Chad’s attention back to her. She smiled brightly into the camera. “Our city’s super heroines are the best, aren’t they? True heroes, who selflessly place themselves in danger everyday with no financial reward at all. They do so much for us out of the love in their hearts.”

“So true,” Natalie said.

He scowled at them. It was sickening how people, especially the media, fawned over super heroines. Didn’t they understand that Amazons were a threat to their way of life?

“Now time for some good news,” Maria said. “What do you have for us, Barbi?”

Chad’s breath caught when the Action 6 News’ weather bunny appeared. He started imagining it wasn’t Vivian sucking his dick, but Barbi Bangs.

“Barbi Bangs has the most perfect body,” he muttered, pressing mute. “Dammit, I love this station’s reporters and weather bunnies.”

The teenage brunette smiled so brightly, teeth so white between those full, glossy red lips. Barbi wore the tightest, shortest yellow minidress imaginable, with the camera catching her from the top of her bouncy brown ponytail to the bottom of her stiletto-heeled feet. Everything was feminine perfection.

“These guys know how to compete with the Mexican weather girls.”

He felt a little tingle down there when Barbi did that dramatic turn to the screen, displaying her amazing curves via a side view. Large breasts thrust out, back slightly bowed, and meaty butt cheeks thrust out. He hit pause just to savor that sexy image.

“I’d like to nail Barbi’s fine ass,” he whispered. Then he looked away, shaking his head. “That girl is gonna give me a heart attack someday.”

“Mmmm,” Vivian moaned, eyes closed as she savored his dick like a good Amazon slavegirl should. Slurp. “Mmmmm.”

“Good girl, Viv,” he said more softly, fingers combing deep into her silky mane. He forced his cock deeper and deeper, until he penetrated her throat. A faint sign of distress tainted her gorgeous face, but Vivian didn’t fight back at all. She gave her master what he wanted. “Yes. You are a very good girl.”

Her brown eyes fluttered open, looking up at him as her lips finally wrapped around the base of his cock. Chad groaned, eyes closing as he imagined it was Natalie Porter sucking his dick. Then Maria Sanchez became the object of his lust and desire. Finally, his eyes turned to the TV and Barbi Bangs.

“Oh yes. Perfect,” he sighed, and came hard in Vivian’s throat. “Oooh, yes. Good girl, Barbi. I mean, Vivian.”

After she licked his cock and balls perfectly clean, Chad rolled back and let Vivian crawl out from under the desk. He watched the completely nude twenty-three year old beauty crawl over to the corner, face him, and then curl up in the fetal position to rest up for their next tryst.

His eyes cut to the right, straight at his computer monitor. Work called. So much more happened the previous night that the city’s news reporters and police didn’t know. Indeed, some of it even the super heroines involved didn’t know. But several MAAD members witnessed the dust-up, and one other witnessed something even better.

Chad sat back in his expensive, comfortable black leather desk chair. He steepled his fingers before his face and considered the information one of his followers got on the two human trafficking Amazons. That follower had spotted them shortly after the dust-up flying into the top floor of a dockside brothel. And they didn’t leave before he left at sunrise. Their lair?

“It only makes sense that white slavers would operate out of a brothel,” he whispered. “How do I use this to my benefit?”

His first thought was to organize a raid and capture the two evil Amazons. First, the membership would have to scout the place out. Discover the brothel’s security. Determine exactly where the two Amazons would be at any given time. That would mean a lot of MAAD men would have the time of their lives, banging hookers, while getting the lay of the brothel and setting the Amazons up for capture.

“But first, I will use them as bait to lure in Ocean City’s super heroines,” he said, grinning with wicked glee. “I’m going to capture every last super heroine and super villainess in this city. And then I’ll run for Governor.” He swelled up as his thoughts became grander. “And then I’ll outlaw Amazons in the state, ending their threat here forever.”