Ms Justice: Return the Favor (A Hump Day Short Story) (Patreon)

Time for another Hump Day short story. I recently wrote a Ms Justice short story, got inspired, and wrote two more by her. So, hope you enjoy. 

Ms Justice: Return the Favor

By JK Waylon

Ms Justice floated twenty feet above the river dividing Synne City’s downtown from Uptown. It was a well-lit area despite being after one in the morning. The sky above sparkled with a billion stars, not a cloud in sight. The air felt cool and fresh after a hot, sultry day.

The light made the white vertical strips in her bustier shine, as well as the stars in her breast cups and shorts. The blue and red parts of her costume remained dark. But her long blonde hair shone almost as bright as the white.

She smoothed her red opera gloves, and then tugged up on her red thigh boots. She always felt as if her costume was slowly falling off her body. One of the trials and tribulations of being a scantily clad super heroine.

Ms Justice felt a rare sense of calm. She’d been on patrol for over an hour and a half, and not found a single crime in progress. Maybe she could take a rare night off and go home. Her husband would certainly enjoy some special time with her in the hot tub.

Thoughts of Robert soured her mood. He was probably not sleeping, but surfing the super heroine porn sites, looking for any Ms Justice setback sex tapes. Why did he love watching her with other men so much? Partially as a test, she’d recently made a sex tape with Catgirl. Heroine-on-heroine sexy love. Robert loved, loved, LOVEDthat video she made on her phone.

Would he have been so happy if my lover was a man? she wondered. I know he loves to watch setback videos, where sometimes many men strip and rage fuck me. Sometimes for hours. But what if I just gave myself to a man willingly?

The shapely heroine shook her head woefully. She had no desire to sleep with any man other than her husband. Oh, she recognized and could appreciate a well-formed man. Ms Justice knew sexy men when she saw them, and enjoyed looking as much as the next woman. It ended at looking.

As a super heroine, Ms Justice had been drugged, mugged, lured, and blackmailed into bed with many men. And it happened much too often of late. After twelve years fighting crime in costume, she wondered if she lost her edge. Maybe it was time to hang up her mask.

Ms Justice shook herself out of that increasingly dark reverie. Yeah, didn’t need to go down that emotional rabbit hole while on patrol.

“One more final sweep across the city, and then I can go home early.”

The busty super heroine stretched as she flew upward, back bowing and legs pressed together, toes pointed at the ground. Then she fluffed her great mane of waist length hair and leveled out to fly over the city. She didn’t get far before the heroine’s baby blues locked on a crime in progress.

Right there on the street, next to a dark alley, a large man had some poor woman backed against the wall. Ms Justice noticed a knife in his hand, and she was looking into her purse for something. Her wallet? It looked like a mugging.

“Fifteen seconds of crime-fighting,” she muttered, “Followed by five hours of police paperwork. There goes my dream of going home early.”

Ms Justice swooped down like a bird of prey. She came in from the side, body-checking the mugger away so he couldn’t stab the victim. He fell to the sidewalk, staring up at her incredulously as Ms Justice landed in front of the woman and struck a classic super heroine pose.

“Yield,” she commanded. “You are under arrest, sir.”

“Wow, that was fast,” the woman said behind her.

Before Ms Justice could reply… The woman pressed up behind her and she felt a sting on her right butt cheek. Ms Justice looked down to the right. Her eyes widened as she watched the woman pressing the plunger of a syringe.

“Oooooo,” Ms Justice sighed, her world shifting and tilting. It got so hard to stand in stilettos, legs starting to tremble. “Why? I was…only…helping…you?”

“Aww, that so adorable,” the woman sneered in her ear, pushing down on the heroine’s shoulders. “I wasn’t in danger. It was a trap to catch a busy-body heroine like you. Worked perfectly.”

Ms Justice dropped to her knees, and then to all fours. Everything was spinning, and her stomach wanted to empty. When the mugger approached, the woman yanked the heroine back onto her knees by her hair. He dropped to one knee before her.

“Jethro Massey has placed a fifteen thousand dollar bounty on you, Ms Justice,” he said. “You are wanted… Alive.”

She wanted to panic. Should panic. Jethro Massey owned the underworld’s most notorious club, Subversions. And he put captured super heroines to work in his brothel, the Super Heroine Arcade. A place super heroines go in, and never come out.

“Please don’t do this to me,” she whispered. Ms Justice felt so weak, so helpless. She tried to lift her arms, but they wouldn’t respond. “I’m only trying to help.”

“You are helping, sweetheart,” the woman sneered and then kissed her ear. “You’re helping us make fifteen grand tonight.”

The man lifted Ms Justice’s left arm. Her breath caught, eyes big as she watched him pull her long red opera glove off. That exposed her wedding set. It was a modest engagement ring and wedding band, purchased before they achieved success.

He pulled the rings off her finger. The heroine whimpered, unable to even clench her fist to stop him. He immediately stuffed the rings into his front right pocket.

“You are now depowered, Ms Justice,” he said. “And don’t worry, the drug is already starting to wear off. After all, I didn’t want to carry you all the way to Subversions.”

He was correct. She was able to close her hand, make a fist. Too late to stop him. Her eyes dropped to his pocket.

I have to get those rings back! she thought. Looking south, toward Subversions, Before it’s too late.

The woman used the opera glove to bind Ms Justice’s wrists behind her back. Then the man pulled the heroine to her feet. She struggled weakly, but could feel her strength returning. Only, it wouldn’t be super human strength. Still, she felt the satiny glove give, so had confidence she could wiggle free of it, given time.

“I suggest you enjoy this last walk tonight,” the man said, his eyes filled with cruel mirth. “It’ll be the last time you breathe fresh air, see the stars in the sky, before going underground to spend the rest of your life on your back and knees, pleasing men.”

Running footsteps drew all of their eyes to the nearby alley. A dark shape rushed up, and pounded an uppercut to the man’s chin. Her would-be kidnapper grunted, feet coming off the ground, and fell back to the sidewalk. Out cold. The woman cried out, and took off running. The stranger ignored the fleeing woman. He paused only to look Ms Justice up and down with appreciative eyes.

Her African-American savior was half a head taller than Ms Justice, with broad, thick shoulders, and a shaved head. He wore a white “wife-beater” and jeans, a bandana around his head. A gangbanger.

Dammit, I’m out of the frying pan, and now in the fire.

The gangbanger would take her. He might sell her, but maybe not to Jethro. Maybe sell her to a street pimp.

The gangbanger dropped to one knee and thrust his hand into the unconscious man’s front right pocket. Was he watching everything from the shadows? Her heart raced as he pulled first her wedding band, and then her engagement ring, out of the pocket. And then he admired them with mercenary eyes.

That’s when panic set in. Ms Justice spun on a heel, and took off running. She ran as fast as she could for half a block before she realized the gangbanger wasn’t chasing her. So she stopped and watched him stand up, place her rings on the sidewalk, and walk back into the alley.

The man was started to stir, so Ms Justice threw caution to the wind and ran over to her rings. It wasn’t easy picking them up with her wrists crossed and bound together behind her back, but she finally laid down atop the rings, got them both in hand, and rolled to her knees. It took a moment but she finally got the rings around her finger.

The magic of the Object of Power washed through her, so hot and sexy. Her libido was instantly energized, leaving her panting as she struggled with her binding. A moment later, she twisted free.

The fake mugger was on all fours, so she kicked him in the face. Out cold again. And then she paused. Stay to turn him over to the police, or…

Why did he save me?

Ms Justice hurried into the dark alley. He wasn’t there waiting. So she lifted up and flew ten feet off the ground, traversing the length of the alley in a moment. She flew out just in time to see him round a corner to her right. The heroine quickly caught up and landed in front of him, bringing the gangbanger to a stop.

“I just want to thank you for saving me,” she said. “And ask… Why?”

He laughed. “I wondered that myself,” he said. “But, I reminded myself that you did a kindness for my little sister. So I returned the favor.”

“What did I do for her?”

“You swooped down and snatched up a charging Rottweiler,” he said. “She is only five, so…”

Ms Justice remembered that incident. Three months back. She just ensured the little girl was okay, and then flew the dog to animal control. And forgot about it. Just another day on the job.

“I glad she wasn’t hurt,” Ms Justice said. “Thank you. If I can ever return the favor…”

Her words trailed off when his eyes dropped and locked on her boobs. She wasn’t sure why it surprised her. Everyone stared at her tits. Cops. Robbers. Judges. ROBERT.

Robert, she thought. I could really thank this guy, and at the same time…

That thought remained unfinished. Her breath whooshed out, and she felt flushed. Her insides melted into a hot, fluttery mush, and Ms Justice squirmed. He noticed, and made his move. The gangbanger pressed up close, lifted her chin and locked eyes with her.

“Why is it always about sex?”

“Have you looked in a mirror?” he replied. “While in costume?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh my GAWD.”

Ms Justice also smiled up at him, squirming and oh so pleased.

“How do you want to return the favor?” he asked in an even deeper voice.

She thought, No no no no no! But deeper, she felt a welling, Yes yes yes yes! Do it!

Lips trembling, eyes huge, Ms Justice swallowed a lump in her throat, tilted her head, and offered slightly parted lips. He never hesitated, wrapping her up in his arms, hugging her tight, and sinking into the glossy red lips with relish.

Passion ignited within both. She dug her nails into his back. He spun her around and slammed the heroine back into the wall. Every part of their bodies moved in that primal dance of need and desire. His hands explored her nether regions, and her tits, while she wrapped a leg around his, digging her stiletto heel into his calf.

“You’re half-crazy, girl,” he gasped out.

Ms Justice pushed him back. She regarded him a moment.

“Let me see your phone.”

He pulled the phone out, and she retrieved hers. She opened hers, tapped an app, and tapped his phone.

“What’s your name?”

“Tye,” he said.

She started typing in her phone.

“Now we have each other’s phone numbers,” she said. “You’ll find mine in your phone book under ‘MJ’.”

“For bootie calls?”

She laughed. “No. In case you need help.”

Ms Justice smiled at him, crinkling her nose in delight as she bit the tip of her tongue. She pressed up close, threw her arms over his shoulders, and kissed him. And kissed him again, longer, lingering.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this…” Her voice came out a breathless whisper. “Get a motel room. Call me. And then I’ll come show you that I’m not half-crazy by going totally crazy on you. All night long.”

They kissed a few more minutes before Tye hurried away. She watched him running, all tingly inside. Lifting up in the air, she prayed no crimes went down. That would ruin everything.

It took him a good ten minutes, but Tye called her.

“I’m at the Overnight Motel on the freeway,” he said. “Room 22.”

“On the way,” she said, heading toward him. When she shared numbers with him, she also got his GPS, so she could track him. But she knew the Overnight Motel. She drove by it every day going to work. “Go ahead and starting undressing.”

Ms Justice flew around the motel a few times to make sure it was safe. No one waited to ambush her. So she landed at the base of the stairs. She ascended slowly, hips swinging, as her mind filled with images of wild, wicked sex. Wanton needs and desires. Unsavory, and sometimes illegal sex acts. She’s done them all, not always willingly.

Room 22 was close to the stairs, door open, so she knew he could hear her approach. Her stilettos were loud on the concrete steps, and then the long concrete catwalk before the rooms. Tye stepped out to meet her, already naked as the day he was born. Her breath caught at the sight of his abs. Then she looked at his rising cock.

“Oh my, you have a real bitch tamer,” she purred. “Momma like.”

She did feel like a cougar. At thirty-one, she was probably ten years his senior.

“Heeey, Tye,” she purred, wrapped a red-gloved hand around his thick shaft. “Are you really this happy to see me?”

They kissed deeply, for a very long time. Right out there in the open for the world to see. The motel had security cameras, but the video would be grainy, blurry, and poorly lit. People would probably determine it was her, or a blonde dressed like Ms Justice. Didn’t matter. It wasn’t the first security camera footage of her doing naughty things. Wouldn’t be the last.

Ms Justice broke free of his kiss and arms, and then led him inside by the hand. Once inside, she closed and locked the door. Then she pulled out her phone.

“Tye,” she said, biting her lip. “Baby. Do you mind if I record this on my phone?”

“You want to record sex with me?”

“I do.”

“Okay.”

The horny heroine found a place with an amazing view of the bed, to the side. She turned on record, even as she opened a live stream straight to Robert. When he logged in, she smiled at him, winked, and whispered. “Enjoy, baby. This is for your cuckolding pleasure.”

She muted him before he could answer. Then she turned back to Tye, who waited at the foot of the bed. Ms Justice strutted up to him, even as she unzipped her bustier top. The garment hit the floor, and she shook her tits at the young black man. Then she removed her gloves, and finally her shorts.

Tye pulled her in tight, claiming her lips. They made out like love-starved teens for the longest time, before he kissed his way down to her tits. The gangbanger motorboated her tits, he sucked on her erect nips, and fondled her the whole time. He went crazy on her tits, sending the most amazingly wonderful sensations rippling across her skin, deep into her core.

“Oh baby,” she purred. “Yes. Just like that. You’re the king, baby.”

She winked at her phone. Maybe Robert would laugh. Maybe he would ejaculate all over his phone. Ms Justice didn’t care. She was going to revel in that tryst, whether her kinky husband did so or not.

Tye pushed her back onto the foot of the bed. She lay there, writhing, as he knelt between her legs and ate her out. The gangbanger proved his sexual mettle, eating pussy perfectly for her tastes. He set her loins on fire. Soon, she was bucking and wiggling, tiny cries of pleasure filling the room. And then, her insides flared and rushed to climax.

“Aaagggh! Yes! Yes!” she screamed. “Yes, Tye. YES!”

The gangbanger surged to his feet, looming over her with wild eyes. She cried out in mock panic, rolling to all fours and crawling up the bed.

“Help me! Help me!” she cried playfully. “I’m just a poor, virtuous girl. Have mercy.”

“No mercy for you, Ms Justice,” he growled, grabbing the end of her long blonde hair. He yanked her head back, bringing her to a stop. Ms Justice glanced at the phone. Perfect side view. And then Tye crawled up onto the bed. “I have you exactly where I want you, you sexy cock-teasing super heroine.”

“Hey! I’m not a cock – ” she cried, and stopped. “You think I’m sexy? Oh, baby.”

He laughed, but then swatted her right butt cheek. Very hard.

Thwack!

“Ouch!” she cried. “I’m a bad, bad girl. Harder.”

Thwack!

“Aaiiee! Oh, harder!”

THWACK! THWACK!

Her core erupted again, sending orgasmic waves washing through her shapely, oversexed body. Ms Justice bucked and gasped, eyes glazed over. All thought bled from her head for a moment. Leaving her open to suggestion.

The panting heroine felt his cock press against her sex. He rubbed his cock head up and down her sopping wet slit. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

“Man, you give new meaning to WAP,” he said, voice choked with desire.

“WAP?’

“Wet. Ass. Pussy,” he said, and thrust into her.

“Ugggh! Ooooh,” she gasped, back bowing. “Oh yes. Yes. Fuck me, Tye. Bang that ass, Banger!”

Tye didn’t disappoint. He thrust his long, thick cock into her tight pussy like a boss. Ms Justice didn’t have to act. She moaned and groaned, bucked and writhed. He randomly swatted her butt cheeks, while yanking her hair. The gangbanger boned her like he owned her. Tye forced one, two, three more climaxes out of her, before pulling out.

Ms Justice suspected he planned to sodomize her next, but she had other ideas. The shapely beauty twisted and broke free. She rolled off the bed, rushed around behind the gangbanger, and shoved him to the middle of the bed. Tye rolled over onto his back.

“Don’t move, buster.”

The blonde beauty crawled sultrily up on to the bed, between his spread legs, and wrapped her left hand around his big black cock. Ms Justice made sure her rings were visible for her husband to see, as she stroked his steel shaft. Then she buried her face in his hairy nutsack, kissing, licking, and sucking. She motorboated his nuts.

“Tea-bagging is underrated,” she purred, and then started a slow lick and nibble up his fat shaft. Ms Justice locked eyes with Tye, and maintained it all the way to the tip. Then she teased his pisshole until hot, sticky cum fountained up. “Mmmm. I haven’t had a facial in weeks.”

Face slathered with his seed, she went down on Tye. She sucked him long and hard, and made him come again. After a little clean up, she crawled up and they kissed and snuggled for a while. She wondered what Robert thought of her having a tender moment with her illicit lover.

To her surprise, Tye dozed off. He fell asleep with his face buried in her tits. She considered her options a moment, and then slipped out from under him.

Her face in the phone, she wagged her brows. “Sorry baby, the rest of the night is just between me and Tye.”

And she ended the recording and live-stream.

The hot, sweaty heroine stood by the bed and watched the naked gangbanger sleeping, face down. A wicked smile spread across her masked face.

“I bet he’d wake up if I stuck my finger up his butt,” she muttered. “And then he’ll probably do something really nasty sexy to me.”

The End