Justice Girl: Trophy Hunter (Chapter 11) (Patreon)

Chapter 11

The speakers blared hard rock. Men drank, laughed, and watched each other banging captured Amazons.

“Everyone loves Hump Day,” Chad said, and took a sip of beer.

Ocean City’s MAAD chapter had four captured Amazons. Two of them had never been heroines, but that didn’t matter. They were Alpha Meta, so guilty of all crimes against men. Britney, Marlo, Cindy, and Vivian — Blonde, brunette, redhead, Latina — served to the best of their abilities. All at the peak of their beauty.

“Soon, we’ll increase their number by six,” he said, thinking about the Ocean City heroines. Then he remembered Victory Girl and Randy Girl. “Maybe by eight. The more Amazons on their knees serving us, the better.”

Two of their Amazons, Britney and Cindy, were former heroines turned bad — Sugar and Spice respectively. Silver-maned Britney knelt between his legs, head bobbing as she sucked him off. Half closing his eyes, Chad could imagine it was Platinum Angel on her knees sucking his dick.

That reminds me. I still haven’t posted any of our trophies from the last two battles.

Britney pulled off his cock, just to lick and kiss her way down one side of his shaft, rub her face into his sweaty balls, and then kiss and lick her way back up the other side. Then holding his eyes, she slowly when all the way down on him, letting him down her throat, and wrapping her lips around the base of his cock. Five times in succession.

“That’s how you do it, babe,” he gasped, his loins erupting with pleasure and cum. Filled her mouth, and watched her swallow. Britney licked his dick clean, and crawled over to the next man. He grinned. “Our slaves are so well trained.”

He looked across the basement “parlor” to find Vivian, his personal favorite, riding Jeff Beckerman reverse cowgirl. Over in a corner Marlo was on all fours getting spit-roasted by William Redding and Harry King. He didn’t know who was banging Cindy in the adjoining BDSM dungeon.

Chad watched Ozzie Phelps stagger up behind Britney, sway as he drained his beer, and then drop his pants. On his knees behind the platinum blonde slave, he guided his still limp dick to shiny wet pussy, and failed to notice he didn’t penetrate. Chad joined in the laughter as he started dry humping her, totally clueless in his drunken state.

“It’s late, boys,” Chad said. “And I have to be back here for work in just six hours.”

“Pussy!”

“So lame, man.”

He laughed, “Fuck you. At least I won’t be going home to grovel at my wife’s feet and begging forgiveness like most of you jerks.”

He left them laughing as he weaved his way through the room. A good two-thirds of the men had already left, so at least he wasn’t one of the first. Chad was feeling good when he got on the elevator and rose up to the ground floor. His office was in back. The newly elected Golden Dragon plopped down in the desk chair and opened his laptop. Then he typed in his four digit passcode, and pulled up the photos of the chapter’s most recent trophies.

“Oh man, Platinum Angel got it good,” he snickered. And stopped. “Damn, how much of her mother’s milk did I drink?”

He shook his head and went back to work. Platinum Angel’s humiliation was MAAD’s glory. He personally counted coup by ripping off her silver thongs last Thursday night. And then just yesterday they caught three heroines, stole their costumes, and banged them good. Other heroines arrived and rescued them but that shit happened. They still counted major coup. Utterly humiliated three Amazon heroines.

“Yesterday was a damn good night.”

Chad posted his personal trophy, Platinum Angel’s thong bikini bottoms, on their website. Made it front and center of that night’s post. In the comments underneath, he mentioned they were still damp from her horny little pussy. Ozzie had plucked a few of his own pubs and put them on the tattered thong, so Chad could point out HER pubic hairs.

“She’s going to lose her mind if she ever sees this.”

Next, he posted pictures of Platinum Angel’s whole bikini taken Tuesday night, along with Justice Girl’s suit, and the many pieces of Lady’s costume torn off her shapely body. Under all of them, he added salacious comments. Some true. Most meant to demean and debase those evil Amazons.

“I love my job.”