Justice Girl: Trophy Hunter (Chapter 10) (Patreon)

Chapter 10

“They’re all gone, and the heroines escaped,” Victory Girl said, clicking through the different outside security cameras. “Those stupid men just had to stop and fuck them, so of course more heroines came to the rescue. Why are men so stupid?”

“Mmmmgh,” Zephyr said, muffled by a ball-gag shoved behind her teeth and strapped into place. Rope bound her wrists to her ankles as she lay upon her belly. Hogtied and humiliated. The clack of stilettos approached, so she redoubled her efforts to break free, but only fell to her side on the cold hardwood floor.

“Hard to blame them,” Randy Girl said, a syringe in hand as she slowly approached their bound captive. “Look at her. Lord have mercy, Zephyr is so fine and sexy. We’re going to make a fortune off her ass.”

Zephyr blinked at her, heart thundering. She struggled to breathe. To even think. She looked the evil Amazon looming over her from head to toe. Disbelieving what had happened to her.

Randy Girl wagged her brows, looking so sweet and innocent otherwise. Well, not so innocent in her red and pink corset and thigh boot costume. More disturbing was Victory Girl, looking so much like Justice Girl in her mentor’s old white bustier and blue bikini bottoms costume. From her understanding, Victory Girl wore the costume she took off Justice Girl during a setback.

Speaking of setbacks, this might be my worst ever, she thought. Please don’t let it be my last and final fate.

Zephyr looked past Randy Girl and at the window, wondering why none of her heroine friends were coming to the rescue. Surely they saw the evil Amazons take her away. They all knew where Randy Girl lived. Her blood ran cold with her next thought.

Unless those MAAD men hurt them badly.

“Be calm, my pretty,” Randy Girl purred sexily. She bit her glossy pink lip. “Be still and this will all be over quickly and painlessly.”

Not to my benefit.

Zephyr bucked, squirmed, and wiggled with all her might to keep that needle out of her flesh. They’d already done something to her, since she couldn’t call up her Water Power, but knew the drug in that Syringe was something that would truly keep her Power suppressed. And maybe more.

“Give me a hand with this wildcat,” Randy Girl said. “Though, breaking a needle off deep in her ass might serve her right.”

Victory Girl hurried over, a look of wicked glee on her masked face. She moved more sultrily than Justice Girl, more oomph in the swing of her well-rounded hips. Zephyr shook her head, feeling as if the entire world was pressing down on her. How was she supposed to fight off two super-powered Amazons at once, while bound hand and foot?

I can’t just surrender!

So she bucked and wiggled with all her might and fury. Victory Girl fell on top of her, doing her best to hold the otherwise helpless heroine still. It proved good enough for Randy Girl to stab that syringe into the hapless captive’s butt cheek.

“Ummmm.”

“That’s right, my pet,” Randy Girl sneered. “That is going to suppress your Power for at least twenty-four hours. More than enough time for us to subjugate you completely.”

Nononono! This can’t happen to me again.

Victory Girl released her. Zephyr wanted to struggle, but that drug went straight into her head. She felt it wiggling in there, and it sucked the strength out of her body. Left her body slow to respond. Yet, her mind remained crystal clear.

“Help me cut her free. Little Miss Zephyr is going to be a good girl now,” Randy Girl said.

The two Amazons quickly cut off her bindings. Zephyr willed her body to rise up and FIGHT, but it just flopped flat on the floor. The two blonde Amazons rolled their captive onto her back, stood over her, and admired their catch.

“Damn, she is cute as a button.”

“No one says that anymore,” Randy Girl said. “How old are you?”

“Shut up, bitch.”

They laughed. It didn’t help Zephyr’s anxiety. Then Victory Girl pulled out her phone, accessed the camera, and started video recording as Randy Girl began stripping the hapless heroine. She pulled off Zephyr’s white gloves, then removed her choker, with the silver Sisterhood Ankh.

“We should start a trophy case display of ankhs, like those MAAD jerks.” Victory Girl said.

“I like it.”

Randy Girl unzipped and pulled off Zephyr’s costume, a Tiffany blue halter dress with double-slit miniskirt. That left the brunette in just her mask, boots, and thong bikini bottoms. All bright white.

“Is there anything more beautiful than a defeated, stripped super heroine?” Victory Girl asked.

“Watch this,” Randy Girl said. “Zephyr, I command you to all fours. Now.”

“Fuck off,” she said, voice muffled and slurred by a combination of the drug and gag.

“I have a riding crop. Do you want me to use it on you?”

Fuck me, Zephyr thought, mind reeling. Her eyes burned as tears welled up. I hate you so much right now.

Zephyr suppressed a sob, squeezed her eyes shut, and slowly rolled over and onto all fours at the Amazon’s feet. Randy Girl removed the ball-gag, stepped around in front of the vanquished super heroine, and slid her right foot forward.

“Kiss and lick my boot, Zephyr.”

The brunette worked her still aching jaw, eyes locked on that red patent thigh boot’s pointy toe. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d been forced to debase herself like that. She had a bad feeling it wouldn’t be the last, either.

“How can you live with yourselves when you debase and degrade other women like this?” she asked. “As women, we should always support each other.”

“Spoken like the loser of the fight,” Victory Girl said. “Winners dominate and gloat. Loser girls grovel on their knees and lick boot.”

Zephyr crawled closer, lowered her lips to the toe of that red boot… And kissed it softly, lovingly. Left her lip print for her captors to admire. And then she had to start licking. Delicate hands stroked and caressed the smooth patent leather, while she kissed, licked, and nuzzled Randy Girl’s stiletto-heeled foot. She made love to that booted foot, and then licked her way up to the top of the boot. And then had to start over on Victory Girl’s white thigh-booted foot.

While she licked Victory Girl’s boot, Randy Girl removed her corset and bikini bottoms. She grabbed a fistful of silky soft brown hair, forced Zephyr to crawl to a nearby couch, and then the evil Amazon sat down. She spread her booted legs wide, smiled, and wagged her brows.

“Eat me, Zephyr.”

The captured beauty tried to muster up some defiance. But the drug had messed up her head just enough to kill any fight left in her. Making tiny sounds of distress, she quickly glanced at the phone recording her ultimate humiliation, and then crawled up between her captor’s legs. Hands on Randy Girl’s smooth thighs, she lowered her face and gave that perfumed pussy a long, firm lick. Her tongue pressed just hard enough to push through slick pussy lips, and she started lapping up the pre-cum oozing out of that pink slit.

She noticed Victory Girl place her phone on a tripod, aimed at the two fucking Amazons. Then that woman vanished with an excited giggle. Zephyr knew that didn’t bode well for her. But she continued eating pussy, putting more attention on Randy Girl’s clit. Her captor groaned wantonly, grinding her sex into the poor heroine’s mouth. And a few minutes later Victory Girl returned, minus her corset and bikini bottoms, but with a massive purple strap-on buckled around her hips.

Zephyr slanted a worried look back as the other blonde dropped to her knees behind her, pulled down her bikini bottoms, and exposed her glistening wet pussy. Her eyes dropped to the that long, thick strap-on, with scary looking ridges from end to end.

Lord help me, I’m going to feel that.

“Ready or not, Super Slut, here I come,” Victory Girl said, guiding the strap-on to the captive’s pussy. And she thrust. “Take that!”

“Ugggh!” Zephyr cried, eyes huge. Randy Girl grabbed her head with both hands, and pulled the heroine’s mouth back to her pussy. Zephyr obediently started licking and nibbling again. “Mmmm.”

It proved almost impossible to concentrate on that pussy. Victory Girl rocked her world with that monster strap-on. Stretched her out so wide it hurt at first, but then quickly turned into pure nirvana. Sexual bliss and pleasure par none. Soon, Zephyr was gasping, grunting, crying out with every long, deep thrust. And then hot tingles rushed out of her loins to flood down into her thighs. That rise to climax claimed her.

“Please, don’t make me…. Aaaagggh!”

“A beautiful sound,” Victory Girl sighed.

The Justice Girl lookalike pulled out, followed by a blissful sense of relief flowing through Zephyr. That allowed her to concentrate on her task, and she quickly licked Randy Girl over the top. The evil Amazon squirted all over the heroine’s face.

Victory Girl seized Zephyr’s hair, yanking her head back.

“Remove the mask,” Randy Girl commanded, eyes narrow and menacing.

Still, Zephyr said, “No.”

Randy Girl looked past her to her cohort in crime. “Burn her.”

Victory Girl released Zephyr’s hair, grabbed her head in both hands, and sent a electrical jolt through their captive’s head, through her brain.

“Aaaiiieee!”

She did it again.

“Aaaiiieee!”

And again, shouting, “Remove your mask or she will burn away your fucking brain! Do you want to be a vegetable? We can still whore our your mindless body.”

Shaking violently, head throbbing, eyes flooded with tears, Zephyr struggled to think. She sobbed, lifted trembling hands, and pressed three sets of hidden buttons on her mask. And it released into her hands.

“I know her!” Randy Girl cried. “Yes! She’s that hot little weather girl on channel 6, Barbi Bangs!”