Justice Girl: Trophy Hunter (Chapter 17) (Patreon)

Chapter 17

Thwack!

“Ugh,” a sexy female voice gasped. “Ooooh, yes. Spank me again, Mistress.”

Randy Girl grinned at her cohort in crime, they’d been double-teaming her all afternoon. Trying to finally break her will to resist. Victory Girl looked excited. That was the first comment from Zephyr to indicate they’d accomplished their goal. She was getting into the use and abuse now. So Randy Girl swung the long, narrow black-lacquered paddle again.

Thwack! A perfect strike across both naked butt cheeks, leaving them quivering like jello. So she paddled her again. Thwack!

“Oooooooooo.”

“I think she actually climaxed,” Victory Girl purred, wiggling and giggling sexily on the other side of their super heroine slave toy. “Hit her again.”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Aaaiiieee! Ooooooh, yes. Yes,” Zephyr gasped out. “Punish me, Mistress. Such a bad girl.”

Victory Girl dropped to her knees beside the busty brunette. She copped a feel of heavy, jostling tits dangling below their slave. Then she kissed her ear.

“Tell me, my pet, do you know the secret identity of any other super heroine?”

“Mmmm,” Zephyr moaned, lost in her own world of pleasure and pain. “No. Of course not. No.”

Randy Girl and Victory Girl shared a look. It was worth a try. Then she watched Victory Girl stand, move in front of Zephyr, and push her red, thigh-booted foot under the heroine’s face.

“Lick boot, slave.”

“Mmm,” Zephyr moaned, giving that red patent leather a long, firm lick from pointy toe to ankle. Then she turned her head and licked the sides from toe to heel until she’d licked every square inch in front. She curled her tongue around Victory Girl’s sky high stiletto heel, working it up and down. She practically made love to that sexy heel. “Mmmm. Mmmm.”

“Oh my Lord, her asshole is opening and closing like a fish out of water,” Randy Girl laughed. “Where’s my strap-on!”

Victory Girl giggled, watching the hapless, broken beauty hungrily licking stiletto. Randy Girl quickly found the strap-on, buckled it around her hips and butt, and lubed up the ten-inch, massive hot pink dildo. Then she pressed up behind Zephyr, whose ass was high behind her to expose both orifices

“Take it like a slave slut, Zeph,” she taunted, grabbed the heroine’s hips, and thrust in hard and deep.

“Ugggh!”

“Ha! Hear that? That’s super heroine speak for, Fuck me Mommy!” Randy Girl said. Her pussy proved so tight. The evil Amazon had to lean into it, thrusting deeper and deeper as Zephyr gasped and grunted with every hard, demanding thrust. “And it’s my pleasure, slave.”

Randy Girl admired the red welts on Zephyr’s butt cheeks as she plowed her fertile pussy. But being an Alpha Meta, she healed super fast. Within moments the red stripes faded away, so she started to open-hand swat the heroine’s sweetly round butt cheeks while reaming her out like a boss lady should. Zephyr grunted and groaned, body trembling like a leaf, but she never faltered in her boot licking.

“This bitch is good,” Victory Girl said. “You put her on a task, and she sticks to it no matter what.”

She nodded. So true. Randy Girl watched her long, thick strap-on slide in and out of that tight, wet hole a moment longer.

“A great quality in a sexy slave girl hooker.”

Pulling out, she ran that wet fake cock up across Zephyr’s shiny wet taint, right to her gaping butt hole. And then she pressed against it, penetrating just enough to get the heroine’s undivided attention.

“Feel the burn, baby.”

The wicked Amazon thrust her hips forward, penetrating to drive a good five inches up Zephyr’s ass. The dazed and horny heroine quivered like crazy, one long groan bubbling out of her. Randy Girl leaned into it, pounding that ass even harder and faster. Zephyr started to buck and cry out, finally forgetting her need to lick boot.

Grabbing long brown hair, she yanked Zephyr up to just her knees. A look of shock and awe spread across her white-masked face. Victory Girl opened her costume’s nether closure, pressed her sopping wet pussy to the heroine’s mouth, and sighed when their slave began to eat her out with enthusiasm.

“Aaaaagggh!” Zephyr screamed into the other Amazon’s pussy.

“Oh yeah, baby, come for me,” Randy Girl cried, redoubling her efforts to melt that heroine’s brain.

She forced Zephyr to climax again, then again, and yet again. Then with the strap-on fully sheathed up the brunette’s ass, Randy Girl yanked her head back to her chest. Leaning in, she whispered in Zephyr’s ear.

“Who is a pathetic slave girl?”

“I am, Mistress. I am your pathetic slave.”

“Who do you want to make happy, slave?”

Zephyr groaned, eyes rolling all around.

“You, Mistress. I want to please you.”

“Good girl, Zeph,” she purred, and kissed her ear. “Now, to make me very happy, give me your mask.”

Zephyr’s eyes opened wide. She blinked, groaned, and finally her hands lifted up to her mask. Randy Girl’s breath caught when the enslaved beauty pressed a series of buttons once, then pulled her hand away, before going in and pressing a different set of hidden buttons. And then, finally, she pressed the third and final set and the mask came away from her face within her hands.

“Fuck me!” Victory Girl cried, eyes huge. “It’s that Channel 6 weather bunny, Barbi Bangs.”

“Yes! We’ll make a fucking fortune selling her sweet ass!”

Randy Girl’s phone rang. The ringtone told her it was the Wild Girl’s manager. So she had to answer.

“Hello, Jack. Is there a problem?”

“I’m afraid so, boss,” he said. “It looks like someone has been dipping into the till. We came up two hundred short.”

“Dammit,” she muttered. “Fine. I’ll be right there.” Ending the call, she shrugged at her partner. “We have a thief at the club. I have to go figure out who it is, and deal with it. But you are free to continue banging Miss Bangs.”