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Ms Justice: Mugged and Thugged

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril

By JK Waylon

Kelly Kavanaugh braked at the intersection in the middle of a dark and deserted warehouse district. It was deep within a depressed part of the city, next to the loathsome Tenderloin red light district. More importantly, it was the perfect place for a woman to secretly transform into a super heroine away from prying eyes.

The blonde’s baby blues darted all over the place, scanning every nook and cranny, before she turned onto a dirty, weed-choked drive leading behind a ramshackle warehouse. She turned the headlights off, driving her white Mercedes Benz to a missing bay door in back, allowing her to park inside.

She popped the trunk from the driver’s seat. Checked her makeup one last time in the rearview mirror, and slipped out with purse in hand. The tall, busty beauty turned towards the trunk, and then two shadowy shapes rushed her.

“Aaaiiee!” she screamed instinctively, despite already being empowered. “Stay away from me!”

Her next instinct was to lash out at them, but she had to be careful. Kelly had to protect her secret at all costs. No one could know she was secretly Ms Justice. If her enemies learned her secret, then neither she nor her family would be safe. So she couldn’t fight the men off with anymore strength and fighting ability than a normal woman would possess.

“Shut up,” one of the men snarled. He punched her in the gut, then pushed her belly-first against the car. Her arms were pulled back, wrists crossed. “Cooperate, and you will walk away from here.”

The other man rifled through her purse, taking her wallet. She slanted a worried glance at him, noticing a distinctive tattoo – a red heart with crossed swords over it. Then he moved behind her and pulled off the three gold bangles around her right wrist, before tugging on her wedding set.

“Not my wedding rings!” she cried. “Anything but that.”

The first man punched her in the kidney, and then pounded an elbow on the back of her head. Kelly’s face was slammed brutally hard into the car. Black and white flashed behind her eyes, and her body relaxed.

She felt the second mugger pull her wedding rings off. Super strength, endurance, and healing immediately bled away. So when the first mugger punched her in the kidney yet again, the agony pushed her to the brink of unconsciousness.

The muggers turned and ran away. Released, Kelly crumbled to the ground and lay there moaning and sobbing a few minutes. Her wits returned first, and then she pulled herself together. Without the healing magic of her ring, she found herself struggling to stand.

Looking around, she spotted her purse at her feet, the contents mostly spilled all around. They took her wallet, with her ID, money, credit cards, and so many precious photos. Worse, they took her wedding band. That ring was her real wedding ring, as well as the enchanted Object of Power that allowed her to tap into the Otherworld for super powers.

I’m nothing without that ring, she thought. I have to get it back.

Kelly gathered up the contents of her purse, carrying it to the trunk. She found the trunk just barely open. The muggers hadn’t notice, or they would’ve gone through it. They might’ve found her Ms Justice costume, and figured it out.

It could’ve been worse, she thought.

Opening up the gym bag, Kelly started stripping out of her designer dress and heels. She stuffed her street clothes in the gym bag, and pulled out a pair of bright red patent thigh boots. She quickly pulled on those stiletto-heeled boots, before putting on the blue, star-spangled bikini bottoms. Kelly pulled out the corset next. The red, white, and blue vertically stripped top wrapped around her body like a second skin, so snug and comforting. The blue, star-spangled breast cups lifted and displayed her perfect pair wonderfully. Then she snapped the red choker, with the gold Truth Medallion around her slender neck, before applying fashion glue to the inside of her blue mask. Once that was secure to her face, she stuffed her super heroine phone in the secret pocket inside her right boot, pulled on red opera gloves, and closed the trunk.

Her phone had an app to unlock the car upon her return.

“I am Ms Justice,” she whispered, then shrugged. Sort of. But the costume will intimidate the bad guys while I hunt down the muggers.

Once outside, she looked around. Where would muggers go? They’d just stolen about two hundred in cash from her. Ms Justice turned toward the Tenderloin. Yeah, dumb question.

She sighed, and then took off running after them.

It only took a few minutes for the busty super heroine to reach the outskirts of the Tenderloin. She rarely worked in that internationally notorious red light district, not believing pimps, prostitutes, and small time pushers worth her effort. Ms Justice had bigger fish to fry. That meant she had only the most basic knowledge of the area.

Turning down one street, she spotted the neon lit areas up ahead. Her belly twisted, throat tight. She was taking a big risk going in depowered. The wicked denizens of the Tenderloin had no way of knowing of her weakness, of how profoundly vulnerable she was at that time. Ms Justice only continued because her reputation was so scary that no one would dare challenger her.

“Whoa, girl, what’s the hurry?”

Three big men spread out before her, blocking the way. The speaker stood a good six five, with long blond hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His friends were slightly smaller, dark-haired versions of him.

“Are you a hooker?” he asked.

“What? How dare you!” she cried. “Just get out of my way.”

They moved, but not in the way she wanted. The two dark-haired men shifted to her left and right rear. They surrounded her. Ms Justice gawked at them a second, and then caught herself.

Must project strength and confidence, she thought, but if they didn’t buy it…

“I see super heroines around here almost every day,” their leader continued, looking her over very intently. “You look too perfect to NOT be a super heroine, but you’re also not flying. Heroine bitches fly everywhere, just because they can.”

“Yeah, Kurt, they might strut up a street full of hookers and pushers just to watch them scatter, but heroine types never run around like this unless…”

“I’m looking for a pair of muggers,” she said. “They ran this way, and could be hiding in the shadows.”

Ms Justice thought that a pretty good excuse. The men didn’t show any signs of disbelief, but the big blond guy smiled cruelly.

“Depowered super heroines can’t fly, Ms Justice,” he said. “So prove you are a super heroine to be feared by flying over us. I promise we won’t bother you anymore.”

She stared incredulously at him.

“Get her!”

The men pounced on her. Before she could even drop into a defensive stance, Ms Justice’s arms were seized and held tightly. She screamed, struggling with all her might, but couldn’t break free.

“Let go of me before…”

“Before what?” Kurt said, grabbing her chin.

Huffing and puffing, Ms Justice glared at him through tousled blonde hair.

“You got pretty lips,” he said, staring at her glossy red lips.

“Wait. What are you doing?”

Kurt claimed her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. She struggled, but couldn’t break free. The kiss lingered for an eternity, before he finally broke it off.

“You’re a pig!”

“I can’t deny it,” he laughed, and reached for her face. “Let’s find out who is hiding behind that mask.”

“NO! Anything but the mask. Kiss me. Fondle me,” she cried. “Look at my tits. Everyone loves my tits!”

Kurt promptly yanked her top down, making her firm, fat tits pop out. Both hands seized those puppies, squeezing. Then his thumbs started stroking her nips, quickly making them hard and erect.

“Paul, hold onto Ms Justice while Walt uses her belt to tie her wrists together,” Kurt said, before he lowered his face into her cleavage.

While Kurt motorboated Ms Justice, Paul forced the heroine’s arms all of the way back, crossing her wrists, while the shortest of the men removed her belt and used it to bind her. If she was still empowered, Ms Justice knew she could’ve broken free of that weak binding, but at the moment she didn’t have the physical strength to do so.

While Kurt smothered her tits with kisses and nibbles, Paul’s hands slipped under her bottoms to rub her suddenly aching, tingling pussy, and Walt buried his face in her fragrant hair.

“Be gentle!” she cried when Kurt bit a sensitive nipple. Then Paul’s slipped a finger up inside her. “Oh my!”

Paul whispered in her ear, “Only fair that we enjoy your body if we can’t see your naked face. Right?”

Ms Justice slanted worried eyes back at him. She reluctantly nodded.

“Right?” he repeated, more forcefully.

“Yes. It’s only fair,” she gasped out.

The men chuckled darkly. Paul started rubbing her pussy with wicked intent. An incredulous look spread across Ms Justice’s face as pleasure spiraled up into her quivering core. Then Walt moved around in front, and he claimed a tit, sucking hard on her nipple. Kurt put all of his lusty focus on her other tit.

Ms Justice writhed and wiggled, unable to control her body as the most wonderful sensations rippled through her oversexed body. She gasped and cried out, mind slowing more and more until all her world consisted of was six hands and three mouths.

It didn’t take long before she felt that beautiful change within, and the men pushed her over the top without hesitation. Oh, she fought the orgasm, but some things just couldn’t be stopped.

“Aaaggggh,” she cried. “Oh. Oh.”

Paul quickly unzipped the pulled down corset, tossing it aside. At the same time, Walt dragged her bottoms down her legs, making her step out of them. And then Ms Justice stood tall, chin high, projecting strength and pride despite her vulnerable situation.

It did not have the desired effect on the three men.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Kurt growled. He shoved the helpless heroine to her knees, unzipped, and rubbed his dick all over her face. “Suck it, Ms Justice.”

“Anything you want, Kurt,” she said. “We’re all friends here.”

Ms Justice opened wide, stuck out her tongue, and guided him into her mouth with it. Kurt allowed her to give him head for a moment, before starting to bob up and down his shaft. But once she got him truly up and going, he grabbed her head in both hands and thrust into her mouth like a wildman.

“Mmmggh,” she moaned when he filled her mouth with hot, viscous cum.

“Show it to me,” Kurt demanded, pulling out.

Ms Justice felt her cheeks heat up, but she tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. She felt that hot, sticky cum puddled on her tongue. From the smile on the three men’s faces, they saw it clearly.

“Now swallow it all.”

Of course, she thought. Pigs.

She obeyed and swallowed, making more of a show of it than necessary. Ms Justice had to keep them happy so they wouldn’t unmask her, or worse. Baby blues looked past them, deeper into the Tenderloin. The muggers with her rings, her Object of Power, were getting away. She had to find them ASAP, but first she had to sate her captors’ dark lusts.

“You’ve had your fun,” she said. “May I leave now?”

“Wrong, O Super Cocksucker,” Paul said. “Kurt’s got his rocks off. You still have to take care of me and Walt.”

Paul pulled the shapely heroine to her stiletto-booted feet. She teetered a little, body still weak and trembling. He motorboated her tits a moment, before turning her around and making Ms Justice bend way over.

And then he thrust into her pussy like a boss.

“Uggh!” she grunted, eyes huge. “Oh, baby. You’re the man.”

Ms Justice rolled her eyes. The things she had to do, had to say, just to escaped her fate. It was all so wrong.

“Don’t worry, my heroic slut,” Paul sneered. “I’m just lubing up.”

“What does that mean?” she gasped out, as he thrust and thrust into her.

He pulled out. She felt his wet cock trace a line across her taint, right to her puckered butt hole.

“Oh! I have a better idea!”

Too late. Paul penetrated her ass. Her breath caught. For a moment, Ms Justice couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, and barely had a thought in her head. His cock stretched that tight little hole out like never before.

“Paul’s always gotta tap that ass,” Kurt laughed. “Such a perv.”

Once he’d worked his full length up her ass, Paul pulled Ms Justice into a standing position. Walt moved up then, grabbed her behind the knees, and lifted her red-booted legs straight up. Her feet went over his shoulders, and Walt guided his cock into her pussy.

Together, they pounded her ruthlessly. Fucked the shit out of her. Ms Justice’s body betrayed her in the worst way by climaxing over and over and over. It seemed to go on forever to the hapless heroine, until finally Paul, and then Walt, unloaded deep inside her.

They pulled out and let her collapse bonelessly to the ground.

“I hear that heroines turn into sex-starved fuck puppies when depowered and fucked,” Kurt said. “Ms Justice proved that true.” He grabbed a fistful of hair and dragged the limp heroine to her knees. Then he dug his fingers under her mask. “Let’s seal her fate, and win some full-time heroine pussy.”

“You promised you wouldn’t unmask me!”

“We never promised anything.”

Ms Justice, body hot and trembling, mind in chaos, struggled to remember their earlier exchange. It didn’t matter, because Kurt got hold of her mask and slowly pealed it off. Paul pulled out his phone, activating the flashlight.

“It’s that mean conservative chick on cable news,” Paul said. “Kelly…”

“Kavanaugh,” Walt said. “Kelly Kavanaugh on AmCable News. I think she has the number one show on cable news, too. I bet she’s richer than Jesus.”

Ms Justice was dragged up to her feet. She blinked at them, mouth open, mind in turmoil. The three of them encircled her, watching her face with smug looks.

“We know your secret name, Ms Justice,” Kurt said. “That means we own your fine ass. Right?”

“Yes,” she whispered, dropping her eyes in resignation. “I am yours to command. What is it you want from me?”

“You mean besides banging, sucking, and titty fucking?” Walt asked.

The men chuckled darkly. She nodded. The helpless heroine tugged weakly at her bound wrists, feeling her nakedness profoundly. Feeling her stripped face even more profoundly.

“Yes. Besides that,” she said. “W-What are you going to do with me?”

“You will obey us, even if we untie you?”

“Of course,” she said. “You know my secret.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Please put the mask back on. Please don’t tell anyone. Ever. I’ll do anything you ask me to do. I promise.”

“I kinda like the idea of telling everyone who you are,” Walt said.

“But my enemies will hunt me down and kill me,” she said. “And they might go after my family, torturing or killing them.”

“Oh boy, that gives us absolute control of Ms Justice, and Kelly Kavanaugh,” Kurt said. “You know that that means. All the rich girl pussy we want.”

“We’re going to untie your hands, Justice Slave,” Paul sneered. “And then you will kneel and titty fuck all three of us. Okay?”

“Anything you want.”

Walt untied the belt from around her wrists. Ms Justice rubbed her wrists, while staring sullenly at the three eager looking thugs. She steeled herself, preparing for life in the gutter as a thug’s fucktoy. Her head rolled back, she licked her lips, and swallowed hard. And felt it.

The choker. Her Ms Justice Truth Medallion.

Ms Justice’s heart began to race. She felt her cheeks flare, so averted her eyes lest she betray her inner thoughts. Then she reached down to touch the top of her thigh boots.

“Masters, will you let me keep the boots?”

They nodded.

“Will you let me keep…” She lifted her hand slowly to her throat, index finger pointing at the gold medallion. “…keep my super heroine medallion?”

All three sets of eyes locked on the shiny gold disk hanging off the red satin choker.

“Gotcha,” she said. All three men relaxed, their faces going blank. Entranced. “You must obey me.”

They nodded. She sighed in relief. First thing, she ordered them to help her redress. She got her mask back first, pressing it to her face. After being pulled off, the mask didn’t adhere as well as before. Good enough for now. Paul and Walt helped her back into her shorts, while Kurt wrapped the corset around her body and zipped it up.

It took a moment for her to adjust everything to perfection.

“I was mugged earlier by a pair of thugs, one of which had a tattoo,” she said. “It was a heart tattoo on his forearm, with crossed swords over it. Do you know who I’m talking about?”

None of them knew him. They’d never seen such a tattoo, but had seen two large men pass up the street before she arrived. That was encouraging. So she made the thugs forget her secret identity, even forget they ever captured her.

“Wow, that was close,” she whispered once alone again.

Within two blocks, the heroine spotted a lone hooker plying her trade. The woman looked mid-thirties, a short dark bob, wearing a red bikini top, short-shorts, and strappy stilettos. She ducked into an even darker alley when she spotted the approaching heroine.

“I don’t think so,” Ms Justice muttered, and took off after her.

The hooker didn’t get far before Ms Justice caught up and shoved her back against the wall. She grabbed the hooker’s wrists and pinned them to the wall to either side of her head.

‘Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you or arrest you,” she said.

“You don’t think slamming me against the wall hurt?”

“Sorry,” Ms Justice said. Her hands tightened on the hooker’s wrists, eyes narrowing. It was dark, but not so much their eyes couldn’t lock and the hooker see her determination. “You were on the street, so you saw two men pass by a few minutes ago. They were heading into the Tenderloin. One of them has a heart tattoo with crossed swords.”

“Yeah, I saw Freddie and Jason,” she said. “What of it?”

Ms Justice got all fluttery inside. Success! She was one step closer to justice, and getting her wedding rings back.

“Where are they?”

“How should I know?”

“Wrong answer,” she said, voice turning cold and fierce.

The hooker’s eyes rounded. She looked both ways, licked her lips, and then misery spread across her face.

“I could get in so much trouble helping you,” she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Ms Justice almost released her right there. She felt one inch tall. Super heroines shouldn’t be threatening innocent citizens. And then she remembered the woman was a hooker, so would likely do bad things to her if given half a chance. Still…

“Just tell me where I can find them,” Ms Justice said. “I’ll let you go, and never mention your name. Promise. No one will know.”

The hooker rolled her eyes, moaning and groaning.

“They are bad, bad men,” she said. “They hire me sometimes, together, and hurt me. I don’t want them mad at me.”

“Tell me where they are right now, and I’ll see to it they go away for a long, long time.”

“W-Wicked Chicks.”

That didn’t make sense. What was “Wicked Chicks?” A club? Brothel? For all she knew, it could be the name of a Tenderloin street.

“What and where is this Wicked Chicks?”

“It’s a titty bar and brothel,” she said. “Over on the far end of Cummings, at the very edge of the Tenderloin. Freddie and Jason hang out there most of the time.”

Ms Justice released her. Stepping back, she dug into her left boot top, and pulled out five twenties folded together. She gave them to the hooker.

“See? I’m not so bad,” Ms Justice said, and left.

She used an app on her phone to get directions to the strip bar. Yeah, Wicked Chicks came up when she put it in the search. Search results did not mention a brothel, just a “gentlemen’s club.” If a hooker called it a titty bar, it had to be pretty seedy. And dancers turned tricks at most strip clubs in the Tenderloin.

Ms Justice took full advantage of all the dark alleys, moving deeper into that scary red light district. It took a little longer to traverse the district like that, but after her first encounter with the street people, discretion felt right.

Cummings was one of the main streets running through the Tenderloin. Ms Justice found herself watching the busiest intersection in the area, where Anita crossed Cummings. Five hooker hotels, and God only knew how many pimps, hookers, and pushers plied their trade on the two neon lit streets around that crossroads.

Looking at that notorious intersection left her breathless, insides hot and fluttering. That was the site of one of her most humiliating setbacks. Kid Rotten captured her there. The pimp then forced her to prostitute herself for a few days. Even worse, she kind of liked it.

One mistake and Ms Justice could find herself back in the same situation, back in the gutter, selling her body to anyone with enough cash. She might not escape her fate again. Indeed, she might not want to escape. There were two ex-super heroines working as hookers in the Tenderloin, and happily doing so.

Kid casually told her in the middle of her Tenderloin nightmare that once a woman turned a trick, she was forever transformed. She would be a hooker for the rest of her life. The allure of that wicked life would forever call to her.

He wasn’t totally wrong.

I hate Kid so much, she thought, throat tight.

Ms Justice shook herself out of those dark thoughts and yearnings. A little breathless, she turned into the dark alley paralleling Cummings. The titty bar Wicked Chicks sat at the end of it. The vile muggers, Freddie and Jason, waited for her in the bar.

I have to be smart about this, she thought as she hurried up the dark alley, stilettos loud in the confined space. I don’t have super strength and physical abilities, so I’m no match for either of them in a straight up fight. So I have to outwit them. I have to use my medallion.

Using the medallion in front of witnesses had to be avoided at all costs. All of the city’s super heroines would lose a big advantage if the enchantment within the Truth Medallion became common knowledge.

I need to… Ms Justice stopped as a huge man stepped out of the shadows and blocked her way. Oh shit.

“Pay the toll,” the man rumbled with the deepest bass voice she’d ever heard.

Toll? That didn’t sound good. Ms Justice looked his shadowy shape up and down, back and forth. Yeah, he was huge. Seven foot tall and stoutly built. The African-American wore jeans and a tight black t-shirt.

“I’m a super heroine.”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. You have to pay the toll.”

Ms Justice glared at him. The two thugs that mugged her already had at least a half hour lead on her, after her earlier setback. She didn’t have any time to waste. And looping around him would take time, endanger her even more to discovery. And she gave all of her money to the hooker.

“Get out of my way, or else, big guy.”

He just dropped into a fighting stance. So Ms Justice attacked with fists, elbows, and kicking feet. He fended her off with embarrassing ease. Three times she tried to fight her way past him, and failed worse each succeeding time as she became more and more exhausted.

“What’s the toll price?”

A smile spread across his shadowy face. She suppressed a groan.

“A suck and fuck from you hot little whores,” he rumbled.

“I told you I’m not a whore, you stupid thug,” she cried. “I’m a super heroine. Ms Justice.”

He shrugged. “Same thing. Pay the toll.”

“Fuck me,” she muttered, and sighed. “Fine. I’ll pay the toll, you pig.”

Ms Justice rubbed her glossy red lips together as she slowly dropped to her knees. Her body heated up as the big thug moved up closer, unzipping as he approached. Then he pulled out a ginormous cock.

Of course, she thought, rolling her eyes.

Both hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking him harder and harder. Ms Justice looked up into his smug eyes and started licking his cock head. She concentrated on his piss hole, knowing it was super sensitive, like her clit. He took it calmly, watching her intently. And then, after a moment, she opened wide and went down on him.

Ms Justice bobbed on his cock, moaning and groaning. She hated how much she loved sucking cock. Especially sucking bad guy dick. She enjoyed sucking off her husband, but it wasn’t the same. Not emotionally, anyway. Sucking off Robert didn’t leave her weak and trembling, insides all hot and fluttering, libido on overdrive.

This city is messing me up.

Her hands slid up and down his long, thick shaft, while she sucked his dick. It took a few minutes, but when she paused to tease his piss hole again… Ms Justice got a mouthful.

“Mmmmgh,” she moaned, and swallowed. “Well, I think a good time was had by all. I’ll just go now, big guy.”

The busty blonde tried to stand, but the thug wasn’t finished. He pushed the heroine onto her back. Ms Justice gasped when he dropped to his knees between her spread legs, and yanked her shorts to the side.

“Now we fuck,” he said, and guided his cock to her sex.

Ms Justice’s stared down her body at the monstrous black cock poised to impale. And then he thrust into her, six inches of massiveness sliding into her in half as many seconds.

“Ugggh! Holy shit!”

That penetration curled her toes. Her eyes rolled up, and her back bowed. The thug stretched her out to the max. Intense pain and pleasure warred within.

He smirked down at her. “You like my big dick, don’t you, heroine?”

“Yes,” she gasped out. “I mean, no. Oh fuck, just do it.”

The big thug took his sweet time. He thrust into her slowly, pulling out just as slow. Ms Justice gawked up at him, her body singing, insides melting to fluttery mush with every stroke. He grabbed her wrists, pressing them down to either side of her head. She felt so helpless, so vulnerable. It reminded her of doing the same thing earlier to the hooker.

“Hooker. Oooooh.”

“Yeah, I should sell your skanky ass to a pimp,” he said.

Memories of selling her body for Kid flooded her mind. She felt her emotional walls around her heart start to crumble. If he sold her…

That thug had a bitch-tamer to rival Kid’s. God, how she loved the way Kid fucked her. He fucked her into submission every damned time. And then all the men that hired her for sex kept her submissive and eager to please for ten, twelve hours a day.

Ms Justice began to writhe, squirm, thrust her hips up to meet his thrusts. She just wanted him to fuck her faster. Fuck her deeper. Never deep enough.

“Please,” she pleaded. “Faster. Harder. So wonderful.”

The thug growled low, and started pounding that pussy faster. Soon, he was fully sheathed inside her, his nutsack slapping her ass. Ms Justice bucked, tiny animal sounds bubbling out. And she begged.

“Faster. Please, faster”

He pounded into her. His hips slapped loudly against her now sweaty butt cheeks. Ms Justice’s red-booted legs wrapped around him, crossing at the ankles as she tried to get him deeper inside her. Always deeper.

“Oh God. Oh GOD,”’ she cried, eyes huge. Her insides changed, becoming hotter, tingly, and she felt that rush. “I’m coming! I’m… Oh GAAWD!”

Pure euphoria erupted deep within the shapely heroine. She bowed up dramatically, and froze in place as a rattling groan rolled out. He continued to pound that pussy all the way through her climax, and beyond. And a few moments later…

“Aaaaagggh!” she screamed another orgasm.

The thug grunted, and she felt him filling her womb with his hot, creamy seed. A big smile spread across Ms Justice’s masked face as she relaxed. She went completely limp, just huffing and puffing as she basked in the afterglow.

“Best pussy I’ve had in a week,” the thug said. “You’re almost as much fun to fuck as Catgirl.”

Ms Justice whimpered when he pulled his monster cock out of her. She felt so empty. And that also reminded of her of that time she had to prostitute herself for Kid. She felt so empty and sad after every man pulled out of her.

I have to stop thinking about Kid!

She watched the shadowy thug stand and tuck his cock away. The hapless heroine just lay at his feet, arms and legs wide. Ms Justice felt so helpless, but she needed time to recover. That was just too intense to jump up and run afterwards. The thug barked a laugh, and strolled away as if nothing happened.

It took the shapely blonde a good half hour to recover enough to continue her quest. As always, her wits returned before her strength, but her body always recovered. Once she felt in complete control of herself, Ms Justice continued up the alley, crossing street after street until she came to the back of Wicked Chicks.

Loud, thumping music filled the air behind the strip bar. Ms Justice heard different music coming out of open windows above. Most of the upper three floors’ windows were at least dimly lit.

The brothel part of Wicked Girls, Ms Justice thought. Where the girls get illegally wicked.

The busty heroine entered the back door. The back hallway was dark, but the music ten times louder. There was a small kitchen to one side, and the strippers’ dressing room on the other. Other doors kept their secrets. She didn’t bother to look.

Ms Justice slipped silently up the short corridor. She didn’t need to sneak, since the music drowned out all sound. The corridor ended with a swinging door, right next to the DJ booth. There was a round window on the door so staff didn’t crash when trying to pass in opposite directions.

Peaking through the window, the depowered heroine scanned the room. It never ceased to amazing her just how many young, beautiful women worked at strip clubs. They filled the room, outnumbering the men about three-to-one. The room was lit with black lights, so the strippers wore lingerie and bikinis in colors that popped. Ms Justice noticed men sitting around, acting like everything was perfectly normal, not excited by being mobbed by beautiful women.

Strip clubs are so weird, she thought.

A white man with a buzz cut stood, walked up to the main stage, and stood there. The blonde on stage took another few spins around the stripper pole, before she danced up to him. Ms Justice watched as she rubbed her butt in his face, and then dropped to her knees before him. He leaned in and rubbed his face in her naked tits, before she pulled out the waist band of her barely there thong… And he slipped a folded dollar bill under it.

Ms Justice froze, eyes locked on his forearm. On the tattoo.

“That’s him,” she muttered, watching him return to a table shared with another man. “And his cohort in crime.”

That stinking thug was tipping strippers with her money! They were both drinking and carousing on her stolen cash. The muggers might’ve even accessed her credit and bank cards.

Her baby blues narrowed, hands curled into fists. Ms Justice seethed. She was depowered because of them. They forced her to enter the Tenderloin while depowered, and suffer two very intense setbacks. Thugs almost got away with selling her to a pimp. Because of them, she came that close to become a sex slave prostitute, with little chance to escape her fate.

All so they could get drunk and molest strippers.

Ms Justice stood tall, threw her shoulders back, and pushed through the door. She strode towards the muggers with purpose, strippers and customers doing double-takes and scrambling out of her path. The shapely masked heroine marched up to their table, stood between them and the stage, and then placed her red-gloved hands on the table as she leaned over to stare at the men with fierce eyes.

“Hello, boys,” she said. The heroine cocked her head. “We have to talk.”

She watched looks of surprise, then shock, spread across their faces. Their eyes scanned her upper body, stopping on her boobs over and over.

“You mugged a woman tonight,” Ms Justice continued. “Less than two hours ago, I believe. It was bad enough you mugged her, stealing her wallet with some of her most precious memories inside.” She paused, anger welling up within. Her voice dropped an octave. “You stole a woman’s wedding rings.”

“Dammit, Freddie, I told you she was a bigshot,” Jason said, glancing at tattoo man. “She called a super heroine down on us.”

Now Ms Justice knew which man was which. She held out her hand to Freddie, palm up. He regarded her hand like a poisonous snake.

“Give me the rings.”

He moved a hand over his right front pocket, eyes glazing over in thought. Then his left hand sprang out and seized her wrist. Freddie yanked Ms Justice over the table as he stood and surged back. Jason rolled away to the side. And the entire room erupted when someone screamed, “FIGHT!”

Ms Justice twisted free. Her satiny smooth gloves made it almost impossible for a man to hold onto her like that. Then she snatched up a chair and smashed it over Freddie’s head. The mugger dropped to the floor with a cry of pain. But Jason attacked, driving her away from the man with her Object of Power.

It took all of her strength and skill to fend off Jason’s attack. He fought like a boxer, so he struggled against her more inclusive mixed martial arts. Still, his superior size and strength forced her back against the wall, and then she really started to struggle defending herself. Exhaustion set in quickly without her Object of Power to energize her.

And then she saw an enraged Freddie coming towards her.

I can’t fight two at once.

“Jason!” she cried, and then pointed at her medallion. “Look at this.”

His eyes locked on the gold medallion.

“Gotcha!” she said, a sense of relief washing through her. “Defend me.”

Jason whirled around to face off with Freddie. The other mugger was staring at her warily, so almost got knocked out right off. He fought Jason off, falling back as his friend pressed the fight.

Ms Justice smiled and followed. As soon as Jason knocked the other mugger out, she’d retrieve her rings. Once empowered, the busty blonde would recover the rest of her stolen property, and find out where they tossed her wallet.

“The night is finally going my way,” she muttered, following close on Jason’s heels. Freddie was starting to falter. “Just another moment, and…”

Freddie picked up a beer bottle and smashed it up side Jason’s head. The entranced mugger dropped like a rock, out cold. Ms Justice froze, gawking down at the unconscious man. Her enchanted minion and defender was lost. And then Freddie lunged up to her, and connected with a powerful uppercut to her chin.

The beautiful heroine’s head snapped back, her feet came off the floor, and she fell back spread-eagle on the floor. Not out, but so stunned by the blow she could barely think. She understood she was in dire straits, but couldn’t muster the wherewithal to move even a finger to defend herself.

Freddie kicked her between the legs, sending intense pain ripping through her like a lightning bolt. That pain yanked her back from the brink of passing out, but it also curled her up into the fetal position. Freddie didn’t hesitate. He dropped to one knee beside her, swept her long blonde hair aside, and reached behind her neck.

The mugger unsnapped her choker and pulled it away.

“No,” she gasped. “Not for you. Give it back.”

“You mean this thing?” Freddie asked, dangling it before her face. Ms Justice’s eyes locked on the shiny gold medallion, and she realized her mistake. “Gotcha, Ms Justice.”

Cold flushed through the sexy heroine. She froze, mouth open, and just stared. All thoughts vanished the instant the magic seized her. Ms Justice waited to be commanded.

“What is this thing?”

“It is my Truth Medallion,” she said, voice tiny and still a little breathless.

“Does it hypnotize people?”

“In a way. It does entrance, but its main purpose is to make bad guys tell the truth,” she said.

“Does it make you obey my commands?”

“It does.”

“How long will you stay entranced?” he asked.

Ms Justice shrugged. “It depends. Lots of things can break the trance, but it will fade out of everyone over time. Just going to sleep can break the trance.”

He considered that a moment. She watched him expectantly. Waiting for a question or command. Anything.

“You seem weak. Are you depowered?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Why are you coming after Jason and me while depowered?”

“You took my Object of Power when you mugged my secret persona in the warehouse,” Ms Justice said matter-of-factly. “I came after you to get it back.”

He stared at her a long moment, mouth open. “The rings?”

“The wedding band is my Object of Power,” she said. “Without it, I’m just as weak and helpless as any other woman.”

His face lit up. Ms Justice watched the joyful, triumphant, and wicked emotions claim his face as he thought of all the ramifications.

“Can I make you permanently entranced and obedient?”

“No.”

He scowled at her a long moment. Freddie looked unsure, but she noticed his eyes kept returning to her boobs. Then he seemed quite taken with her lips.

“Would sucking my dick break the trance?”

“No,” she said. Her head tilted a bit. “Unless I climaxed.”

Freddie watched her face intently as he reached out and cupped a breast. She didn’t react. So he gave the boob a squeeze. She just laid there blank-faced.

“Stand up. No! Kneel,” Freddie commanded.

The shapely heroine struggled into a kneeling position before him. The pain was fading, but still pretty intense. Freddie remained on one knee, so they were face-to-face. Realizing something big had changed, the fight around them began to settle down as men and strippers turned to watch.

“Did you know you have pretty lips?” he teased.

“I do.”

He grinned. “Modest little vixen, aren’t you. Ms Justice… Kiss me.”

Ms Justice didn’t hesitate. She rose up on her knees, face moving in quite close and personal to his. She held his face between her gloved hands, tilted her head, and kissed him. It was not a quick peck either. It lingered a moment, but was a closed mouth kiss. Very mechanical. No emotion. Pure obedience.

Freddie stood up before her, unzipped, and…

Jason rushed up in a rage and pounded a fist into side of Ms Justice’s head. Knocked her out cold. The horny mugger just stared down at her.

“Dude, you’re a fucking idiot,” Freddie snapped. “She was about to give me a blow job.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“You should, because she’ll suck and fuck you, too,” he said.

Jason started to reply angrily, and stopped. He considered that. “Really?”

“I’m serious, my man. She’s depowered and helpless,” Freddie said. “I saw her entrance you with her choker charm, so took it from her and entranced her instead.”

“Son of a… Oooh, that hurt,” Ms Justice whispered, voice raspy. “What hit me?”

“Me,” Jason snarled, looming over her with ready fists. “Fight me!”

“Dude, simmer down. Simmer down now,” Freddie said, grinning. “Ms Justice is weak and pathetic now. She has to do what we tell her, and I can think of a lot of things more fun that beating her down.”

Ms Justice stared up at Freddie with huge eyes. It all came back. He took her Truth Medallion, and knew how to use it. Freddie entranced her, questioned her, and kissed her. Jason arrived just before she obediently gave him oral sex, but now the trance was broken.

It would be easier if I was entranced, she thought.

“On your feet, Ms Justice,” Freddie commanded, eyes determined. “Get your lazy ass up.”

Ms Justice glanced around at all of the hostile eyes in the room. No sympathy in anyone’s gaze. She steeled herself, nodded, and slowly rose to her booted feet. The shapely heroine stood straight and proud before the sleazy muggers and titty bar patrons.

“Well, you’re not entranced anymore,” Freddie said. “I can tell by the way you are acting. A shame, but probably for the best. I think you will feel what is about to happen more this way.”

“Feel?” she asked, unable to hide the tremor in her voice.

“Shame. Humiliation. Helplessness,” he said. “I get the impression that you are a very emotional woman under that tough exterior.”

Ms Justice squirmed, bit her lip, and looked around with frightened eyes. Nothing he said helped her emotional state. Nothing he said gave her even a hint of hope.

“Y-You don’t have to do anything to me,” she whispered. She turned pleading eyes on him. “I am helpless. I don’t have any powers, so must obey you. Please, show a little mercy.”

Freddie grinned with wicked glee. He was all hot and tingly inside. A super sexy heroine was his to command, his to use and abuse as he wished.

“So, you promise to obey my every command?”

She looked horrified, and then resignation washed over her. Her eyes dropped to the floor, shoulders sagging. Ms Justice nodded.

“I have no choice,” she whispered, almost too softly to hear. “I will obey you.”

Just speaking those dreadful words had a profound effect on her body, on her emotional state. She got all hot and tingly inside, and her pussy never felt hotter, wetter, or achier. Freddie’s hungry eyes raked her body greedily, and Jason’s eyes filled with his own brand of dark desire. Hell, even the strippers and patrons looked horny, eager.

Ms Justice’s pussy throbbed in anticipation.

“Ms Justice, listen and obey,” Freddie said. Her rounded eyes locked on him, heart racing. “Kiss me. Kiss me and make me believe you are a woman in love.”

Her jaw dropped. Was he crazy?

“I-I-I’ll try,” she whispered.

“Don’t try,” he said firmly. “Do it.”

Ms Justice rubbed her lips together as she slowly moved toward him. She felt so small and weak, hyper-aware of everyone watching and listening. Heat spread across her cheeks as she closed with Freddie, her hands rubbing her well-rounded hips as she walked.

She stopped toe-to-toe with Freddie, her face at his shoulder level. His broad shoulders and superior height made her feel smaller, more insignificant. Then his hands came up to start fondling her tits. Her eyes closed a moment, as she emotionally prepared herself for kissing him.

There’s a reason hookers don’t kiss, she thought. Women can’t kiss without feelings.

Freddie stared at her with a smug little smirk. He looked so damned pleased with himself. But he had won. The thug defeated her, and now Ms Justice had to pay the price of that failure and defeat.

Ms Justice paused, waiting for Freddie to take the initiative and claim her lips. It would be so much easier for her that way. But he just stood there waiting, so she rolled her eyes, licked her lips, and threw her arms over his shoulders.

Rising up on her tip-toes, Ms Justice offered her slightly parted lips.

Freddie met her halfway, and their lips melted together. Ms Justice felt that kiss in her very bones. Then his arms encircled her body, and held her so wonderfully tight. Perfectly tight. A sensuous groan bubbled up, and she pushed into the kiss with more passion.

The kiss seemed to go on and on and on. The hapless heroine felt herself melting away, enjoying it more and more. She pressed herself against him, desperate for that gentle human contact. Desperate to be loved and cherished. And then Jason ripped her away from Freddie.

“My turn, Ms J,” Jason growled, and claimed her lips.

Taken by surprise, the busty heroine moaned and groaned as she squirmed and struggled. Jason held her tightly, and it quickly turned in more of a passionate makeout session.

“Let’s get this party started,” Freddie said.

He pulled Ms Justice away from Jason. She thought he was going to push her to the floor and fuck her. That would’ve been easier for her. Instead, the dirty mugger led her by the hand up onto the main stage.

“Dance, Ms Justice,” Freddie commanded. “Show us your stripper pole talents, and then show us those legendary tits.”

Ms Justice cringed, but nodded. Dancing on a stripper pole wasn’t a problem. She’d done it before. Hell, Kid Rotten had a stripper pole in his bedroom. The Germaines’ had a stripper pole in their basement. She had experience. Showing her tits to all those lusty men was another issue.

The DJ started playing that strip club classic, “Girls, Girls, Girls.” She cast him a disapproving look, but began to move her body to the energetic music. Men and strippers surged up to the stage, staring up at her with joyful eyes. So Ms Justice began her stripper bump and grind.

Freddie gave her less than a minute before he signaled to lose her top. It got harder to breathe, harder to even think, but Ms Justice slowly, dramatically unzipped her red, white, and blue corset and pulled it away with a flourish.

The club erupted with cries of pleasure and victory shouts. She shook her large, firm tits at the crowd, watching awe spread across their faces. As scary as it was, she did find a little pleasure in their positive reaction. They thought her tits were great. That made it a little easier to continue.

Men held up dollar bills, folded lengthways. She looked at Freddie, who nodded. So Ms Justice danced up to the crowd. Hands reached out to touch her red-booted legs, stroke them, caress them, and couple times grab hold tightly. Freddie rushed forward to break any hold she couldn’t, keeping her dancing topless. Then she focused on one man, moved up close, and rubbed her butt in his face. A dozen other hands also touched and fondled her butt and upper thighs.

Ms Justice turned to face the man, dropped to her knees, and leaned over him to shake her tits in his face. He rose up to make contact, and she let him. Finally, she looked at the five dollar bill in his hand. The man put the bill in his mouth, looking at her tits expectantly. She rolled her eyes, but leaned over with tits in hand, spread her pair wide, and closed them over his face. She pulled the bill out of his mouth with her cleavage.

And that’s what she did through countless songs. Ms Justice collected a very impressive wad of bills: ones, five, a few twenties, and a fifty. Freddie took all of it from her before leading her off the stage and to a table.

“Sit down, Jason,” Freddie said. “Ms Justice wants to give you a lap dance.”

Her jaw dropped when Jason dropped his pants before sitting. The topless heroine looked at Freddie, who just grinned. The DJ played a slow song, and she started her lap dance by dancing around and around Jason. His cock made it to half-mast, while his hands touched her all over.

The vanquished vigilante moved in front of Jason, dancing as sensuously as she could, before straddling his lap and rubbing her tits all in his face. Yeah, she knew that’s what he was waiting for. His eyes never left her tits, so she let him have them. Jason kissed, licked, and sucked on her tits and nipples as she gyrated over him. Then she dropped down onto his lap to grind against his cock, getting it a little harder.

“Lose the panties,” Jason said with a sex drenched voice.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

Ms Justice backed away from him, while holding his gaze. Then she slowly hooked her thumbs under her waistband, wiggled her shapely hips, and pushed the costume bottoms down. The thong-like garment slid over her well-rounded hips, over her sweetly rounded butt, where she paused with her fully waxed pussy finally on display.

An African-American stripper in a florescent pink teddy and heels rushed up, dropped to her knees, and pulled the bottoms down Ms Justice’s long legs. The heroine dutifully stepped out of them, and straddled Jason’s lap again. She immediately started grinding her naked tits in his face. His hands roamed her body as she writhed and “danced” above him.

Jason pushed down on her hips. Ms Justice’s heart rate increased. It got a little hotter in there, and she struggled to breathe. She knew her body too well, and she had no faith her already well-fucked body wouldn’t betray her after just one climax. Her super heroine gig would be up once the Curse sank its claws into her.

“Man, it’s all true,” Jason cried when his hand explored her pussy. “Super heroines really are super sluts. This bitch is sopping wet and ready for a cock party.”

“Oh, Master, please don’t be like that,” she pleaded softly, and then froze. Did I just call him ‘Master?’

If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything. Freddie moved up behind her, reaching between her spread legs to check her arousal. Squishing sounds rose as he rubbed circles around her pussy, his wet fingers sliding over her super sensitive clit over and over and over. A jolt ripped up into her core every time his fingers touched her clit. Her insides melted into hot jelly, and Freddie pushed her to the very brink.

He stopped too quickly, leaving her a panting mess. Ms Justice whimpered, and immediately lowered her pussy to Jason’s cock. She ground her sex against his, trying to get them both off. Desperation filled her heart, even knowing it was wrong and gave everyone the wrong impression about her true nature. But Ms Justice needed it so badly.

Ms Justice claimed Jason’s lips in a hungry, needy kiss. She felt his cock instantly stiffen. Rock hard. She tried to impale herself on it when his cock sprang straight up, but missed and ended up grinding against his nutsack, up and down his shaft.

What am I doing wrong? she wondered. Why isn’t he fucking me?

Tiny sounds of need and distress bubbled out. She opened her mouth, thrusting in her tongue. They kissed like that, while she ground herself against him in growing need and frustration. Unable to take it anymore, Ms Justice reached down between them, wrapped her hand around his dick, and guided him to her entrance.

“Hell yes!” she cried, throwing her head back as she dropped her weight and he penetrated. “Finally! Oh yes! Yes!”

Ms Justice bounced up and down his shaft. She reveled in finally getting a dick inside her. She could feel the Curse looming over her heart and mind, not so slowly sinking its claws into her. And she didn’t care.

Her body throbbed every single time she slid down that shaft. The feel of him filling her up, stretching her out. So wonderful. So amazing. So perfect.

The oversexed heroine bounced joyfully while Jason indulged in her fat tits. Then Freddie stepped up close, yanked her head way back by her hair, and claimed her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. That pose – bent backwards, arms thrown wide – left her feeling so vulnerable, so sexy. Her body erupted.

Divine bliss washed through her shapely, trembling body. Over and over. Ms Justice’s mind became calm, still. No thoughts or concerns, just abject pleasure rocked her world.

“You belong to us now,” Freddie said.

Her eyes fluttered open. She looked into his eyes. “I am yours, Master.”

The big thug dug his fingers up under the edge of her mask. Her breath caught, eyes huge.

“Please, NO!”

Freddie chuckled darkly, and started pulling. She felt that mask slowly pull away from her face, revealing her secret to the entire strip club crowd. Freddie had an odd look, like he knew he recognized the face, but couldn’t put a name to it. And then a stripper cried out in surprise.

“It’s that bitch on cable news, Kelly Kavanaugh!”

Kelly’s blood ran cold. She cut her eyes left and right, seeing all the phones lifted up to record her capture and debasement. When did they start recording her? As soon as she arrived? After the fight ended? How much was already up on porn sites?

There’s no containing this. I’m unmasked to the world. I’m doomed.

Freddie pulled her off Jason’s lap, turned her around, and she sat back to mount reverse cowgirl. While Jason happily returned to thrusting into her tight little pussy, Freddie pushed her head down to his crotch. She moaned and groaned, wiggling her hips. Jason felt so damned good fucking her pussy.

She felt the Curse dragging her down, down, down. Now unmasked, she had no hope, no reason to fight it. They won. She belonged to Freddie and Jason. So Ms Justice stopped fighting the Curse, the need to submit and please now her only concern.

“You know what to do, Ms Kelly Justice,” Freddie said.

Ms Justice panted as she quickly unzipped him, pulled out his erection, and kissed it. She pulled off her gloves before running her perfectly manicured hands all over it.

“Sorry, Master, I need skin-on-skin,” she whispered huskily, and then swirled her tongue around the rubbery head. The beautiful blonde kissed and sucked just his cock head, while Jason fucked her like there was no tomorrow, until she came again. And after she recovered from that climax, Ms Justice went down on Freddie. “Oh, Master.”

She felt Jason’s cock swell even more, and knew he was about to come. The thug started slapping her butt. Hard. It hurt really good. She got more and more excited, and swallowed Freddie’s cock, taking him down her throat. The heroine wanted to get her lips around his base before he blew, and before Jason came inside her.

And she did it!

Ms Justice felt so accomplished with her ruby reds wrapped around the base of that fat cock, and then she felt Jason’s seed flood her womb, so hot and sexy. And that pushed her over the top.

“Aaaaagh,” she screamed around Freddie’s cock.

And then Freddie came down her throat, straight into her stomach. She moaned as bliss washed through her. Ms Justice slowly pulled off her captor’s cock, while basking in the afterglow. And then Jason rudely pushed her off his lap. She dropped to all fours on the floor, still feeling the love.

“Mmmm, yes. So wonderful,” she whispered.

And then a big black cock was in her face. The blissful heroine blinked at it a second, before wrapping a hand around the hot, smooth shaft and giving it a stroke. She looked up into an excited face, before she returned her full attention to the cock. And she went down on him.

“Look at her go. I heard that once climaxed, super heroines become sex maniacs,” Freddie said. “Line up, boy! Fifty dollars a shot. She’s taking men on both ends.”

“Hell, yeah,” Jason said. “We’re gonna make a fortune hocking this super nympho’s sweet ass tonight.”

Ms Justice cut her baby blues over to Freddie in time to see him collect fifty dollars from an old, skinny white guy. The gleeful man quickly knelt behind the heroine, and impaled her on his cock. And that went on until dawn.

“How much do you want for her?” a short, hairy man asked.

Ms Justice, lying on her belly on the floor, lifted her head. She still trembled inside and out, the echoes of countless climaxes still holding her body in thrall. Cum slathered her face, tits, and butt. She even had man seed in her long, silky hair. Yeah, she felt so hot, sticky, and filthy. Yet, that offer to buy her consumed her full attention. Would they sell her?

They haggled for a few minutes. She was shocked at the low price offered, but the loathsome man kept reminding them of the other heroines in the city, and how they would be hunting for their lost sister. He bought her for twelve thousand dollars.

“Good news, Kelly Justice,” Freddie said, stuffing six thousand cash in his pocket. “Parker just bought you. You belong to him, so you don’t have to leave. Welcome home!”

Ms Justice looked around. She was owned by the titty bar? Would she spend the rest of her youth and beauty dancing and fucking the seedy club’s seedier patrons?

Apparently so, she thought, grimacing. Oh joy.

“That means I’m your master now, Miss Kelly,” Parker said, moving to stand before her. “You are now my favorite Wicked Chick. Kneel.”

Kelly struggled to her hands and knees, before rolling back to sit on her legs. After hours of nonstop fucking, she was thankful he didn’t command her to stand. She licked her lips, and slowly lifted her gaze as she looked her new master over.

Parker was shorter than she originally thought. Maybe five eight at best. He reminded her of that short guy in the old TV show TAXI – balding, hairy, shirt open to reveal lots of gold chains. He smirked at her.

“Well?” Parker asked.

Ms Justice nodded, rose up on her knees and unzipped him. Pulling his cock out, she kissed the head as she looked up into his eyes. He looked supremely pleased.

“Master, I am your Wicked Chick,” she said. “I am yours.”

The End