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Ms Justice: Tamed

By JK Waylon

“Mmmmmgh.”

“Hold her tight, Skull,” Babyface said.

Ms Justice’s baby blues fluttered open. She cut a look up at the grinning gangbanger. Babyface stood down by her feet, looking so damned pleased, despite the black eye and bloody nose she dished out to him just a few moments earlier. His cohorts in crime, Dog and Lil Taz, knelt to either side of her to hold the prone heroine’s arms tightly.

“Mmmmgh,” she moaned, squirming just a little.

It was so hard to move, so hard to even think. How long had Skull held that chloroform soaked cloth over her mouth and nose? Too long, that was for sure. She lay sprawled on the ground, propped up in Skull’s lap as he chloroformed her into la la land.

Never saw him coming, she thought. Didn’t know he was behind me.

Her fall happened so suddenly, so fast. Ms Justice struggled to understand what was happening to her. But the darkness was creeping in all around, slowly reducing her to tunnel vision and a completely still mind.

“Hey, sweetmeat, you still with us?” Skull asked, pulling the cloth away. He leaned over and kissed her slack lips. “You’re so pretty all helpless like this.”

Ms Justice looked up at him looming over her so menacingly. She wanted to answer with a biting retort, but her chloroform-soaked mind moved too slowly. Though, oddly enough, she thought his street name quite fitting, since he was completely bald, with sunken eyes and cheeks. Indeed, the skin looked stretched tight over his skull. He looked like a skull.

Babyface pushed her red thigh-booted legs wide and dropped to one knee up close. He smirked at her as he lifted up her limp left arm and peeled off her bright red opera glove. That revealed a perfectly manicured hand, with a modest wedding set on her ring finger. The big gangbanger slipped the rings off her finger. Ms Justice groaned softly, feeling her super powers quickly bleeding away.

“These are your Object of Power, right?” Babyface demanded, holding the rings before her face. “You are depowered now, right?”

Ms Justice slowly focused on the rings, feeling a twinge of regret and loss. Really, it was hard to feel anything at the moment.

“Yeeesss,” she said. “I am. Helpless. Please. Mercy.”

Babyface’s grin turned wicked. He pulled her thong-like shorts aside, revealing a shiny wet, waxed smooth pussy. The gangbanger started fingering her, alternating between thrusting his finger up inside her and rubbing her clit.

“Oooooooo.”

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yeeesss.”

Skull, Lil Taz, and Dog snickered.

“You like getting fucked, don’t you?”

“Yeeesss.”

“You’re just a little slut whore, aren’t you?”

“Yeeesss.”

“Ha ha, I love how chloroform makes heroines honest,” Babyface said. “Even better, it makes them very manageable and fun to play with.” He grabbed her jaw and squeezed, forcing Ms Justice to sober up a little and look him in the eyes. “You really want to fuck me, don’t you?”

“No.”

The men laughed at that. Babyface looked more determined as he unzipped. Ms Justice’s breath caught. It was about to get serious. The need to escape filled her head, and her legs began to slowly pump, dragging her long stiletto heels loudly across the concrete.

“I think she wants you,” Dog said.

Of course you do, moron, she thought, feeling her mind and body starting to respond now that fresh air was filling her lungs.

On the positive, sex would help to revive her. Free of the chloroform, she’d have a chance of escape. The bad guys usually made a mistake. They were all overconfident pricks after all.

“Man, she’s so fine,” Babyface whispered, eyes full of dark lust. “Nailing Ms Justice’s fine ass is going to be so good.”

Babyface fondled her legs as he moved over her. His left hand grabbed her over the secret phone pocket inside her boot. He froze, glancing down at her leg.

“What the hell?” the gangbanger said. Babyface dug down inside her boot, and pulled out her high-tech heroine phone. Then he gave her a suspicious look. “Can your super heroine friends track your phone?”

“Yes,” she said, and instantly regretted it. “Dammit.”

Ms Justice shook her head, trying to vanquish the cobwebs of chloroform. He was right, it did make her entirely too honest for her own good.

He handed the phone to Dog, who threw it against the brick wall as hard as he could. Then he stomped on it over and over until the phone was reduced to a pile of broken parts. No rescue coming from there.

“Masks are sneaky little bitches,” Babyface said, a snarl spreading across his features.

He quickly rolled Ms Justice onto her belly. Skull moved over her head, putting a knee between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned to the ground. And then Babyface peeled off her right opera glove, which he used to tie her wrists together. The other glove was used to tie her elbows together.

“Ugh, you stinking bastards,” she gasped.

They moved off her, letting Ms Justice squirm on the ground, struggling with her tight bondage. She bucked and writhed, crying out in frustration.

“I think this masked goodie-two-shoes is starting to regain her wits,” Babyface sneered as he grabbed a fistful of silky blonde hair and yanked Ms Justice back and up onto her knees. “But there is more than one way to make a super slut sweet and pliable.”

He began groping her tits through her costume, as Skull unzipped and pulled his cock out. She stilled and stared open-mouthed as the gangbanger moved up closer and closer.

“Oh my,” Ms Justice whispered, eyes round as she stared at the big black cock in her face. “Cou-Could we work out a deal or something?”

“Sure. Here’s the deal, Ms J.” Skull grabbed a fistful of silky blonde hair. “Suck,” he said. “My.” He then guided his cock to her lips, pressing up against them as her eyes widened even more. “Dick. Do it.”

Ms Justice’s first thought was to chomp down on that sensitive, rubbery head. But everything she did had consequences. Getting beaten into a bloody stupor wouldn’t serve her well. So the beautiful super heroine slowly opened her mouth. Her eyes closed when his cock penetrated, pushing into her mouth.

Skull took his sweet time sliding into her mouth. Ms Justice had to start sucking, giving him intense head right off. Then he pushed a little deeper, and deeper. A few minutes later, Skull tapped the back of her throat, her mouth completely full of hot, thick cock. And she only had about half his length in her mouth.

As the gangbanger started fucking her mouth, Babyface yanked her shorts aside. She felt the cool air on her hot, wet pussy for the second time since capture. Her twat tingled and throbbed, already prepared to take whatever Babyface had to give. Her mind started to feel sluggish, like it was trapped in cold molasses. So hard to think.

“Time to find out if this super slut is all wallowed out or nice and tight,” Babyface sneered.

Ms Justice felt her face heat up. That wouldn’t even be a question if not for all of her setback sex tapes posted on the internet. And really, there weren’t that many. The bad guys just kept reediting them and posting, so it looked like she had a very active sex life with bad men. Of course, one setback sex tape was too many.

The fact they went straight to fucking so fast gave her hope. Her captors weren’t being nearly cautious enough. The chance of them making a mistake was high. She just had to wait for her opportunity, and be bold enough to seize any opening she saw. In the meantime…

“Mmmggh!” she cried, eyes popping open when Babyface started rubbing the hell out of her clit.

She wasn’t expecting that. Plus, he proved far more talented at the deed than she’d thought possible. Her pussy starting out all hot, wet, and achy didn’t help. She felt his efforts immediately, and quite profoundly. The sweetest sensations spiraled up into her core, firing her libido to new heights. Ms Justice wiggled her hips trying to escape that wonderful masturbation, but he just doubled down. Soon her wiggles turned to hip thrusts.

Distressed animal sounds bubbled up as her world shrank down to the cock pistoning in and out of her mouth, and that too talented hand between her legs. It got harder and harder to think, even harder to resist and fight off any orgasms. A climax was a super heroine’s Achilles’ Heel.

Oh God. Oh God, she thought, consumed with pleasure and desperation. Can’t take much more. Must be strong. Super heroine strong.

Babyface must’ve sensed her weakness. He redoubled his efforts, rubbing harder, faster. A sexy squelching sound filled the dark alley, accompanied by her heavy breathing as the two men fucked Ms Justice into submission. She felt her emotional walls crumbling, and then…

Insane pleasure exploded between her legs. Her pussy throbbed as waves of sexual bliss washed through the proud super heroine.

“Aaaagggh!” Ms Justice screamed around Skull’s cock.

Babyface shouted in victory, pulled his cock out, and quickly penetrated her.

“Uggh!” she cried.

Her climaxes always caused her pussy to clamp down tight, so she really felt that penetration. Babyface felt huge inside her, even though he’d only gotten in a few inches. But he started pumping, pushing hard. Ms Justice’s eyes rolled up as she felt him sliding in and out, plowing deeper and deeper. The more cock inside her, the more intense it became.

At the same time, Skull thrust harder and battered his way through her defenses and down her throat. Ms Justice froze, eyes huge, spit-roasted between the two men. And they both went crazy on her.

Already huffing and puffing from her orgasm, Ms Justice started grunted with every stroke down her throat. Their free hands started groping her jostling tits again, squeezing harder than before. So rough. So painful. Yet…

Oh God help me, she thought as a slow rise to climax started again.

She could already feel the Curse of the Amazon’s claws sinking into her mind and body. Another orgasm, two at most, and she would become a slave to the Curse. Her mind would be an open vessel, and she’d be obedient, pliable, and eager to please. She’d be lost, with no desire to escape. So she clamped down on her emotions, struggling to shore up her crumbling emotional barriers.

“Lord have mercy, she’s good,” Skull gasped out. “Best BJ ever. And her throat is so damned tight.”

“Can’t be any tighter than this fucking pussy,” Babyface said, voice sounding so strained. “Oh man.”

They began thrusting harder, faster. First Skull, then Babyface became frantic as their passions spiked. Ms Justice tried her best to hold off the threatening orgasm, but their excitement and intense efforts changed the game.

Nonononono! The blonde beauty thought, feeling her strength and stamina wane.

Babyface surprised her by coming first, filling her womb up with hot goodness. A sense of accomplishment filled her, and then warm bliss. Ms Justice felt her hold slip, and that slow rise to climax became a hot rush. And then Skull unleashed down her throat.

“Nailed her,” Skull cried in victory.

Ms Justice’s baby blues rolled up, her mind went still, and profound pleasure erupted deep within. So intense. So blissful at the same time. Her climax washed through her, leaving her all hot and tingly.

“Aaaaggggh!” she screamed around the gangbanger’s dick.

Ms Justice bucked and bowed her back, her mind blank as she basked in the glory of it all. The aftershocks of that powerful climax still reverberated through her shapely body, adding fire to her libido.

“Mmmmggh,” she moaned, staring to bob up and down Skull’s still hard cock.

She squeezed her vagina around Babyface’s cock, thrusting her hips to keep him sliding in and out. It helped to keep her orgasm alive a little longer. But all good things had to end, and the two gangbangers slipped out and moved away from her.

The busty blonde collapsed into a writhing, moaning pile. Her mind remained blank, body aching to be used and abused. A smile claimed her glossy red lips when Dog replaced Skull, and Lil Taz moved into Babyface’s position.

Dog swept her long, blonde hair to one side so he would watch her go down on him. And go down she did. Ms Justice kissed, licked, and nibbled on Dog’s nutsack first, before licking her way up his long, thick cock. Then she locked eyes with him, and slowly took him in to the back of her throat. Seeing the pleasure in his face made her insides all warm and mushy.

Lil Taz grabbed her well-rounded hips, pressed his cock to her entrance, and thrust in. She grunted and groaned, wiggling her butt. So good. So wonderful.

And then Lil Taz pulled out. She felt him rise up to her other hole. Ms Justice’s breath caught, and she froze. Pulling off Dog’s dick, she slanted a look back at Lil Taz. He grinned, holding her eyes, and slowly forced his way into her butt hole.

“Oh God,” she cried. Pleasure and pain rippled through her overheated body.

“Tap that ass!” Dog cried.

Lil Taz’s hands tightened on her hips, as he thrust harder and deeper. He plowed into her butt like a man possessed. She gasped and cried out, bucked and writhed. It all messed up her head, fired up her body, and left her mind in chaos. And then Dog pushed her back to lay atop Lil Taz.

“What?” she gasped out, barely able to think.

Dog then moved on her like a boss, burying his face in her tits. Hands, lips, tongue were all over her tits for the next few minutes. He squeezed and motorboated, pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples. Dog drove her wild with everything he did, all while Lil Taz reamed out her tight little ass so well.

Oh God, they are going to tame me, she thought. I’m not strong enough.

It got worse. Dog pressed up closer, kissing her neck and shoulders. Felt so wonderful. And then she felt his dick poking her lower belly. Ms Justice looked down to see him guide his cock to her pussy, and thrust into her.

“Ugggh!” she grunted. “Not two at once like that. Please. I can’t take it.”

Dog and Lil Taz pounded into Ms Justice, front and back. Double penetration was the most intense sex act she’d ever endured. It never failed to break her. Within moments her mind went blank again, and then Ms Justice just moaned and groaned, bucked and writhed. And the two men forced her to climax three more times before they finished.

Once Lil Taz and Dog had taken their pleasure of her body, they dumped Ms Justice belly-down on the ground. She wiggled and writhed, still in the throes of orgasmic pleasure. The gangbangers watched her a moment, before Babyface pulled out his phone. He brought his camera function up, and then chose video.

“Time to find out who is hiding behind that mask,” he said. “And show the world her secret.”

“Please don’t. You’ve broken me,” she gasped out. “Isn’t that enough?”

“No. We will own you body and soul once we reveal your true identity, Ms Justice,” he said. “Welcome to sex slavery.” He looked at Dog. “Hold her up on her knees.”

Dog grabbed her hair, dragging the shapely heroine to her knees before Babyface. She looked around with wild eyes, seeing no help coming from anyone. Ms Justice struggled with her bound wrists and elbows, feeling a little give. The satin gloves weren’t the best thing for binding a woman, but they proved good enough to hold her since she was depowered. Now, if they hadn’t bound her elbows together, Ms Justice thought she might’ve been able to wiggle free.

Dog dropped down behind Ms Justice and wrapped an arm around her neck, holding her face perfectly still. Babyface got her centered in frame and started recording. Lil Taz and Skull dropped to one knee to either side of the vanquished super heroine, smiling up at the camera as they each palmed a heavy tit.

“Look who we caught poking around where she had no business?” Lil Taz said, giving her tit a firm squeeze. She groaned miserably. “Ms Justice her fine self.”

“Yep,” Dog said. “But she was kind enough to show us all a good time. Yep. A mighty fine time it was, too. But now it’s time to see who has been too afraid to show her face.”

“It’s time to unmask the high and mighty Ms Justice,” Lil Taz said, and reached over to pinch the edge of her blue mask. He winked at the camera. “Inquiring minds wanna know who she is. Amiright?”

Her eyes got big and round as he started pulling on the mask. Ms Justice felt the fashion glue holding, but he pulled harder. Her breath caught when she felt the mask start to lose adhesion. Start to peel away from her skin. And once it started, the mask peeled way quickly.

“Aaaaiiieeee!” Ms Justice screamed as her face was revealed.

She saw looks of astonishment fill her captors’ faces.

“Holy crap! It’s Kelly Kavanaugh,” Skull cried. “I watch her every night, with the sound muted. She’s the most beautiful woman on TV.”

The busty blonde stopped struggling. It was over. They knew her secret identity. Now the world would know it. Her super heroine career was over. Future uncertain.

“The conservative talk show host on AmCable News?” Babyface asked. “This is so fucking sweet!”

“Yes, she has the number one show on cable news,” Skull said. “Mostly it’s just her looking fine as hell as she’s brainwashing her viewers, which is why I keep the TV muted.”

Babyface ended his recording, stuffing the phone in a pocket. “Let’s get her back to the Doghouse. We’ll start remolding her into the perfect piece of fuckmeat.”

“It’ll be fun,” Lil Taz said.

“It’ll be glorious,” Dog said.

The gangbangers rushed Ms Justice down and out of the alley. Their car was two blocks away, and they didn’t give her half a second to think or plot escape. Before she knew it, the helpless heroine was squashed between Skull and Dog in the backseat of a pimped out ’65 Chevy. The drive home took half an hour, all spent with the two men fondling, groping, and kissing the dazed, confused, and very dejected beauty.

They stopped at a small craftsman cottage, with massive oaks shading the front and back yards. Dog grabbed a fistful of silky hair, forced her to bend over double, and walked the vanquished super heroine to the front door like that. Very demeaning and humiliating, and the fact she didn’t have the strength of body or will to break free made her feel even more pathetic.

“Home sweet home,” Dog said. “Welcome to the Doghouse.”

“You own it?”

“Yep. My grandmother left it to me when she died.”

The house appeared to be less than a thousand square feet total, with only two small bedrooms, kitchen, bathroom, and living room. The hardwood floors had needed a new finish for decades. The walls and furniture looked old, battered, and dingy. Posters of rap stars and super models covered the walls. The inside reeked of pot and alcohol. But she didn’t have time to soak it all in, because they hurried her down into the basement.

That was a hellhole. It smelled dank and musty. Yeah, completely unfinished, with a concrete floor and cinder block walls. She heard a drip in the background. Dog walked her straight up to an old, battered sawhorse.

Skull and Lil Taz converged on her from two sides at that point. The gangbangers quickly stripped off her bustier top and her skimpy short-shorts. Her choker and thigh boots were all that remained on her body.

Ms Justice was forced to lay belly down atop the hard edge of the sawhorse. The men bound her ankles to the legs of the sawhorse, and then tied her neck to it. Then they released her wrists and elbows from the opera gloves, only to use rope to bind her wrists to the opposite arm’s elbow. She put her best effort into breaking free when they stepped back to admire their handiwork. That bent over position left her with no leverage. And even if she still had super strength, there was no escaping those ropes.

“I will be avenged by my sisters in crime fighting,” she sneered.

“She’s starting to regain her attitude,” Lil Taz said. “Should we chloroform her again? Or fuck her stupid?”

“I like both ideas,” Babyface said. “Especially the ‘fuck her stupid’ idea.”

“I don’t know,” Dog said. “She looks kinda tough to me.” He picked a paddle up off a side table. “I think Ms Justice needs to be tenderizeda little first.”

“But first, a little fun,” Lil Taz said, picking up what Ms Justice thought was a collar. Then she realized the large metal ring in the middle wasn’t a decoration. It was a ring gag.

It took Lil Taz, Babyface, and Skull to get that ring gag into Ms Justice’s mouth. And what a fight! She clamped her mouth shut, and they fought to get her mouth open and the gag inside. But they won that fight.

Ms Justice screamed through the ring gag, her mouth forced open as wide as possible by it. Then her hot, wet tongue started probing the ring gag. She tried to push it out of her mouth to no avail. The ring gag was wedged in securely, so well she couldn’t move it at all with her tongue.

She forgot the gag when Dog moved up close to her left hip, paddle in hand, and a determined look in his eyes. The others stepped back to watch, with Babyface pulling out his phone to record everything.

“My man is about to spank that ass,” Babyface said for the video recording. “Kelly ‘Ms Justice’ Kavanaugh is gonna feel this like nothing else.”

“Yep. Ms Justice has been a very bad, bad girl,” Dog said. He lifted the paddle high. “Welcome to a life of strict discipline and submission, Ms J. Welcome to sex slavery.”

THWACK!

“Aaaaiiiieeee!”

Her back bowed, an incredulous look on her beautiful face. Ms Justice’s mind went completely blank as the most exquisite pain claimed her sweetly rounded butt. She felt that in her fingers and toes.

Thwack!

Ms Justice screamed again. It wasn’t nearly as hard as the initial strike, but hurt even worse since he stuck her butt in the exact same place. And then Dog dished out the paddling of her life, leaving her butt feeling fire hot and bright red.

“Man, oh man,” Skull said. “I love how her firm butt quivers with every lick of the paddle. So hot.”

“Mercy!” she cried, face wet with tears. Her words were terribly distorted by the ring gag, but understandable. “No more. Please, no more. I’ll be good. I’ll be a good girl.”

Babyface put his phone away. “Shall we begin brainwashing her?”

Skull quickly strapped a vibrator to the end of the sawhorse, with the business end pressed against Ms Justice’s clit. Her head began to spin. Did they really know how to brainwash a super heroine? The vibrator indicated they did. It would make her climax faster, longer, and more often than anything else. And since the Curse had already sank its claws into her that evening…

Bzzzzzzz!

“Uggggh!” she cried.

Babyface dropped to a knee beside Ms Justice. He pinched, pulled, and rolled her sensitive nipple, while nuzzling and kissing her ear. All while the vibrator drove her crazy. She felt her body pushed closer and closer, all super fast. The busty heroine bucked and writhed, wiggling her hips as much as possible, but she couldn’t escape that damned vibrator.

The closer she got to orgasm, the slower her brain functioned. Ms Justice knew the Curse of the Amazons was about to drag her down, and Babyface was right there to take unfair advantage of her when it did.

He nibbled her lobe, and then kissed the ear. That sent a thrill down her spine. Not helpful in her internal fight against climaxing.

“You’re going to make a beautiful slavegirl, Kelly,” he whispered. “A gorgeous, dick-sucking fucktoy. And you’re going to love being dominated and fucked, too. And you know it.”

She cut hooded blue eyes to him. Ms Justice didn’t answer, but felt those words profoundly. If he knew half of what she suspected he did, then everything he said would come true. And it might not take that long. If done right, she could be hopeless theirs in one night. And the longer they spent brainwashing her, over days, weeks, months, the greater their brainwashing would remold her. At some point, it could become permanent.

“You are weak and a girlie-girlie, Kelly,” Babyface said. “You deserved to be captured and enslaved. It is what you secretly always wanted to happen.”

Really? she thought. What am I thinking? No. No. I don’t want this.

Ms Justice struggled intensely for a few moments, before relenting as she huffed and puffed. Exhausted. And all her desperate struggling accomplished was stimulating her body more, and pushing herself closer to climax.

“You’re so beautiful. Every man wants to fuck you, and you want to fuck every man,” he said into her ear.

Visions of all the men she’d met filled her head, all giving her longing looks. All staring at her chest. So many of them flirted with her, with some actually propositioning her. Daily. Constantly. Some that longed for her succeeded. First Robert. Then came the unsavory men and women of Synne City: Johnny Orto, Armand Germaine, Ekong Mbachu, Carlos Consuelo, Kid Rotten… And so many others.

Every single one of them fucked her so damn thoroughly, so damned well.

Moaning and groaning, wiggling and writhing, Ms Justice’s mind filled with memories of all the men she’d fucked. Oh, how they loved possessing her, owning her, fucking her. Her insides got hot and fluttery, and then that rush to climax hit her hard and fast. Unstoppable.

“Aaaggggh!” she cried, mind going blank as sexy waves of pleasure washed through her shapely body.

“You, your body, were born to please men,” Babyface said.

Yes, she thought. They love fucking me so much.

A memory of her kneeling before Johnny, deep-throating him, watching his face as he came down her throat left her reeling. And then she remembered how easy, how profoundly, Ekong had subjugated her, made her his own. She still dreamed of him. Ms Justice knew he was the one who truly broke her.

So good, she thought. So beautiful.

“You are a slavegirl. Obedient and eager to please.”

“Yesss,” she whispered. “Obey. Must please.”

What the hell? Oh God, the Curse is kicking in, she thought. Ms Justice could feel herself weakening, falling. She could barely muster any outrage, and fear of subjugation. It’d be so much easier to just submit, give up, let them have me.

Ms Justice was lost. She knew that. At best, if she escaped, Kelly could go into the super heroine protection program. Really, not much of a life. Her husband would go with her into hiding, ruining his life as well. Or she could just submit, stop fighting them, and accept her fate as a fucktoy for evil men. Robert would inherit everything, and go on to live a long and happy life with some other woman.

Skull moved up in front of her face, buck ass naked. Her eyes widened. He took his big cock in hand and started rubbing in all over her face, slapping her with it. At the same time, she felt someone grab her hips, and then another dick began poking around her asshole.

I can’t take it! she thought, panic gripping her racing heart. And then just the head of a cock penetrated her butt. Oh God, they are going to break and tame me!

“You ready to start round two, babygirl?” Lil Taz said behind her. “Because I am going to tap your ass like a big dog.”

Lil Taz thrust.

“Uggggh!”

Skull guided his big black cock to her ring-gagged mouth, and shoved half his length into her mouth right off. Completely filled her mouth.

“Mmmgggh!”

Once again spit-roasted, Ms Justice felt her body immediately pushed to the brink. She struggled to focus on holding that climax back. It was a losing battle, but she had to fight it. Though, she couldn’t remember why she had to fight them. It was an increasing struggle to think at all as they began pumping into her mouth and butt.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, her thoughts slowly coming to a stop again.

Ms Justice’s insides erupted with insane bliss and pleasure. It felt like every muscle in her body convulsed with pure joy all at once.

“Aaaaagggh!”

“You are a slavegirl,” Babyface whispered in her ear.

Mmm, slave, she thought.

“Obedient. You must always obey your master. You must please your master.”

Obey. Please my master, she thought. Love my master.

She bowed her back, lifting her butt just a little. Ms Justice wanted him deeper. Needed him to fill her up completely. And at the same time, she started sucking on Skull’s cock. The ring gag made it hard to take care of him properly, like he deserved. But she tried her best.

“Pull out. Pull out,” Babyface demanded. When Skull pulled out of Ms Justice’s mouth, the gangbanger leaned in and whispered. “You are a slave. You obey. You please masters. Say it.”

“I…obey,” she gasped out in sync with Lil Taz’s thrusts. “I…please…my….masters.”

“Yes you do,” Babyface said triumphantly as Skull thrust back into her mouth. “She’s taken that first step to absolute submission. Ms Justice will be an obedient slavegirl by morning.”

Ms Justice groaned, all tingly inside and out. He sounded so pleased with her. She’d made him happy, and she felt wonderful about it. She wanted to make them all just as happy with her.

Must obey, she thought. Must please my masters.

Her captors posted Ms Justice’s unmasking and paddling videos the next day. That blew up the news channels and social media for a few weeks. Not that it meant anything to Ms Justice, because she was lost in her slavegirl training. Training consisting of nonstop fucking and brainwashing.

Babyface saw to it that the vanquished vigilante did not have sex without someone there to whisper words and phrases of submission and obedience. Ms Justice very quickly forgot all about her previous life of wealth, privilege, and super power fame. By the next morning, her only concern was obedience. Her only desire was to please. She needed to be the woman her masters wanted.

Ms Justice lived in that basement for a month. Once the Synne City Super Heroine Corps finally accepted she was irretrievably lost, they went about their lives as usual. Ms Justice became a fond memory to them, and another sad chapter in their story. But Kelly Kavanaugh thrived in strict discipline and obedience. She put everything into becoming the perfect slavegirl, the ultimate bad boy playmate.

And then Skull and Dog came home one morning with another bound and gagged super heroine – Kunoichi. Kelly stared at the struggling beauty a long moment, heart pounding. What did it mean for her? Would her masters split their time with her and the new slavegirl?

Kunoichi was forced to her knees in the middle of the living room. Kelly looked her over, noticing cum dribbling down her inner thighs, and more on her chin, neck and boobs. Her long dark hair was tousled, black and gold costume in disarray, and she looked exhausted.

Kelly stood a little taller when Kunoichi looked her over, head to toe. She was decked out in her usual outfit: lacy black teddy and black patent thigh boots. A slave collar encircled her slender neck, with a red dog tag with “Kelly” on one side, and “Pet Slave” on the other.

“Kelly, you know Kunoichi,” Babyface said, waving her up to his side.

“Yes I do, Master,” she said, starting to fidget. Where’s he going with this?

Babyface lifted Kelly’s chin, kissed her, and then pulled off her teddy. Her body really started to tingle, her insides getting hotter and mushier. Then with a hand on the small of her back, the gangbanger pushed Kelly a step closer to Kunoichi.

“You’re going to unmask her while I record it on my phone.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, heart racing. “I obey.”

Kunoichi stared at Kelly in shock and horror, forcing the blonde to avert her eyes. The gangbangers noticed and laughed at them both.

“That’s right, Kunoichi, this is the slavegirl formerly known as Ms Justice. Kelly Kavanaugh her own fine self. This is your future, a thoroughly fucked and brainwashed fucktoy,” Babyface sneered. He pulled Kelly in close again and kissed her. She pushed into that kiss, desperate for any kind of touch and pleasure. “Kelly is our obedient, and eager to please slavegirl. As you soon will become as well.”

The Eurasian heroine went wild for a long moment, struggling with all her might to break free of her bindings. All to no avail. It just left her hot, sweaty, and exhausted. Kelly understood it also left Kunoichi weaker and more vulnerable to exploitation. She was easier to tame now.

“Have you ever fucked Kunoichi?” Dog asked.

“No, Master.”

“Do you want to fuck her, slave?” Lil Taz asked, a mischievous look spreading across his face.

Kelly hesitated. The answer was a definite NO. But… She understood that her masters fully intended the two captured heroines to make out for their amusement, and she wanted to please them. Had to please them. All she wanted to do was make her masters happy.

“Yes, Master, I want to make passionate love to Kunoichi,” Kelly said. “If it pleases my masters.”

“Eat her out, Kelly,” Skull commanded. “Make out with her, and make it hot. We’ll be selling this video, so we want it hot, hot, hot.”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

Kunoichi’s eyes rounded behind her black mask. She knelt there frozen in place, her shocked look slowly melting into disbelief. The gagged heroine couldn’t protest or threaten them, so just shook her head as she crawled straight back.

Kelly shook her head sadly, but stepped up close and personal, and then dropped to her knees. She wrapped her arms around the gorgeous Eurasian, starting to kiss her neck and shoulders. Kunoichi’s Object of Power wasn’t around her neck, so she was depowered and helpless.

“Shhhh, just relax and enjoy,” Kelly whispered. “I won’t hurt you.”

She removed the golden cincher around Kunoichi’s waist, and then opened up the skimpy wrap-dress to reveal a spectacular body. Kelly’s hands and lips went straight to the vanquished heroine’s large boobs, nipples excited and standing erect. She squeezed, kissed, nuzzled, and licked that perfect pair, before concentrating on her ultra sensitive nips.

Kunoichi began panting through her nose, tiny sounds of distress and pleasure bubbling up as she squirmed and writhed. One hand dropped down to the captive’s pussy, and started rubbing.

“Mmmm, she’s very wet, Master,” Kelly taunted, hating how it hurt her friend, but thrilled by how excited it made her masters. So she pushed Kunoichi onto her back, forced her knees wide, and pressed her lips to that slick snatch. “Mmmmgh. Delicious. Her pussy takes like my masters visited here first.”

That delighted her masters.

Two fingers immediately went up Kunoichi’s ass, starting to loosen her up for what her masters had planned. Her other hand teased Kunoichi’s clit, and occasionally finger-fucked the busty heroine. All while she ate that pussy like a pro.

It didn’t take long to push Kunoichi over the top. The Asian beauty bucked and bowed, wiggled and writhed. And she finally screamed around the ball-gag in her mouth. Kelly continued to eat her out until her orgasm subsided. And then Kelly removed the ball-gag.

“I’m sorry,” Kelly whispered. “I am a slave. I must obey my masters.”

She claimed the panting heroine’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Kunoichi pressed into the kiss, making Kelly wonder if the Curse had already taken her. Some super heroines fell under the Curse’s power after one climax. Others, it could take hours and many climaxes to subjugate them.

So while kissing, Kelly began rubbing Kunoichi’s sopping wet pussy again. The vanquished vigilante ground her sex against Kelly’s hand while moaning and groaning, kissing hungrily. Kelly pulled back and held Kunoichi’s lovely brown eyes.

“Master, Kunoichi’s mind is an open vessel now,” Kelly said. “She is ready to be remade into an obedient slavegirl.”

“Good job, Kelly,” Skull said. “Now unmask her. Show us the face behind the mask.”

Kelly’s breath caught. Even after all those weeks of mental conditioning, she found the very thought of removing a mask abhorrent. Yet, that was what her masters wanted. She must obey, and obey she would.

Pulling Kunoichi back up onto her knees, Kelly pressed up behind the poor heroine. Kunoichi swooned, still panting furiously. Kelly wrapped her left arm around the other woman, her forearm pushing up on Kunoichi’s boobs to display them better. Then she reached across the heroine’s face, dug a long fingernail up under the edge of the mask, and got a good hold on it.

“Do it,” Babyface commanded, staring into his phone as he recorded everything. “Show the world who is hiding behind Kunoichi’s mask.”

Kelly immediately swiped her fingers up and down under the mask edge, breaking the seal, and only then did she start pulling. The mask came off quickly, easily. Kunoichi let out a squeak of shock and horror.

“Hey, I know her,” Lil Taz said. “She’s a local TV reporter. Cookie Anderson or something.”

“Kyoko, you fool,” Kunoichi snapped. “Kyoko Anderson. And you won’t get away with this. I will be avenged!”

Kunoichi was taken down into the basement immediately, with Kelly called on to do the brainwashing. She dutifully whispered words and phrases of submission and obedience to Kunoichi for the next week, helping to mold the gorgeous Eurasian heroine into the perfect fucktoy.

With Kelly’s help, they subjugated the once proud heroine in record time. Kunoichi became the slavegirl Kyoko, just as eager to please and obey as Kelly. After just two weeks, their masters felt confident enough to stop tying Kyoko up when she wasn’t being fucked.

And that was when Kelly was called into the living room with her four masters. Kunoichi knelt on the couch, disheveled and licking her lips. She cut an amused, self-satisfied look over to Kelly.

“Put on your Ms Justice costume, Kelly,” Babyface commanded. “And be quick about it.”

Heart pounding, Kelly obeyed without hesitation and rushed into the front bedroom. Her old heroine costume was stuffed in the bottom drawer of an old chest of drawers. Kelly pulled everything out, except her wedding rings and Truth Medallion. Her masters had already sold her Object of Power and the Truth Medallion on the Dark Web. Apparently there were some very rich collectors of such things.

She pulled on the bright red thigh boots first, followed by the red opera gloves and red satin choker. Kelly paused to look herself over in the full-length mirror. Her masters liked to fuck her in just those three pieces about half the time. It was her absolute favorite look because of it. But her masters were waiting, so she quickly pulled on the thonglike short-shorts and the red, white, and blue flag-themed bustier. A wide, golden belt went around her tiny waist. Last of all, she glued the blue mask to her face.

“Do I please you, Master?” Ms Justice asked as she posed for the men back in the living room.

“Very much,” Babyface said. “Let’s go.”

Lil Taz led her out of the house by the hand. Skull and Dog stayed behind with Kyoko. So the three of them got into the tricked out Chevy, and drove to a familiar place in downtown Synne City. Her heart started racing, head feeling light.

“Master, are you…are you selling me to Subversions?” she asked.

“Yes,” Lil Taz said. He grinned. “We’ve already sold you to Jethro Massey. Right now we are just delivering you to your new master.”

Kelly nodded, dropping her eyes. Stupid fucking Kunoichi. She ruined my perfect little life by getting her stupid ass captured. Now my masters just want to play with her.

Babyface led the way into the Marco Polo Pizzeria, with Lil Taz following her. The customers in the dining room all froze and stared slack-jawed at the busty super heroine in red, white, and blue. Ms Justice kept her chin high, showing them the proud super heroine they all remember, but she understood their shock. Everyone knew Ms Justice was captured, so was a sex slave. And the customers knew what fate awaited her under the pizzeria, too.

They turned right, following the pathway around to the corridor to the back. A large man in all black suit stood guard next to a closed door. She didn’t recognize him, but he had that big, strong, and violent bouncer look. A grim smile spread across his face as he opened the door.

“Welcome to Subversions,” he said. “Mr. Massey is waiting.”

Ms Justice’s breath caught. Jethro Massey had finally sank his claws into her. Such a vile man. Jethro owned more Synne City heroines than anyone, and now he was adding her to his stable of Amazon prostitutes.

Babyface headed down the long stairwell, and she obediently followed. Her heels clattered loudly in that confined space, even drowning out her pounding heart. Ms Justice felt more and more light-headed as they descended. So many of Synne City’s heroines were ending their careers down in Subversions’ Super Heroine Arcade brothel. It was the fate that Ms Justice had feared the most.

They exited the stairwell onto a deep mezzanine overlooking the dance floor. Ms Justice has visited once before, during a raid to rescue captured heroines. That had almost been her last act as a super heroine, but she’d managed to escape the place. Barely.

The long, crowded bar stretched out to their right, with the bistro tables to the left of that, and a large dance floor to the left of the tables. She couldn’t see them at the moment, due to the overhang, but to the left and one floor up was the strip club Wild Child, and across from it and above the bar was the BDSM club Vixens. The Super Heroine Arcade didn’t exist at the time of her raid, so she had no idea where to find it.

They moved up to the edge of the mezzanine and stopped. Ms Justice looked up. The subterranean club was an abandoned subway station, from back when they really tricked out such places. It was a huge dome, with backlit stained glass. She could see multiple levels overlooking the main club.

“Dayum,” Lil Taz said. “I ain’t never been here before, but I’m definitely coming back.”

Hundreds of people, and mostly young women, mingled and danced below them. It was dark, lit only by constantly moving, multicolored spot lights and flashing strobes. Everyone was dressed to impress.

“Welcome to Subversions,” Jethro Massey said as he emerged from the crowd. He started up the steps, flanked by nine big, tough looking men in nice suits. “Is this your first time visiting us?”

Two of his men lifted up professional grade cameras and started video recording everything. She felt her face heat up, knowing pink had spread across her cheeks.

“It is,” Lil Taz said. “I never realized it was such a fun place.”

“I partied here once before, about six months back,” Babyface said. “It’s a great club.” He grinned. “And I got to knock one out with Jazz up in Vixens.”

“Ah, yes. Jazz. Synne City’s former City Witch, now just a magicless whore in the Super Heroine Arcade,” Jethro said, staring into Ms Justice’s eyes. “You’re new home, Ms Justice.”

Ms Justice’s mind went back to that terrible night, where Jazz was lost in the fruitless raid. The gorgeous redhead had recruited Ms Justice, convinced Kelly that she was needed more in Synne City than Philly. And now she was about to join the witch in sexual slavery.

“Yes, Master,” she whispered, throat tight. Ms Justice dropped to her knees. “Master, I am yours. How may I please you?”

“Suck my dick.”

“Yes, Master,” she said, and then crawled up close and personal.

The two cameramen shifted position, with one of them coming in for close-ups. She gave the cameras nervous glances, before focusing on her new master.

“Make it pretty for the cameras, Kelly,” Jethro said. “I’m going to use this video as promo material. A lot of very horny men have been waiting for you to fall, and I want to ensure every single one of them gets to pay for the privilege of fucking you.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “I obey.”

Ms Justice unzipped the evil club owner, and then pulled out his erection,

“Oh wow,” she whispered. “You’re a big boy, Master.”

She licked her lips, insides getting hot and fluttery. The ex-heroine felt her sex starting to leak, getting hotter and wetter. Getting ready for her new master as she squeezed his massive girth, slowly stroking him, imagining that monster cock plowing into her.

It’s going to be intense, she thought.

Voids literally were the male version of an Amazon. The opposite side of the coin, so to speak. While females got super powers, males wielded the ability to neutralize those super powers. But both male and female were cursed with super-powered libidos, so she had no doubt Jethro would enjoy her company an awful lot in the future.

Ms Justice quickly stroked him to rock hardness while nuzzling his hairy nutsack. Then she cut her eyes up, locked eyes with Jethro, and started teasing his pisshole with the tip of her tongue.

He smiled down at her.

A sweet tingle flowed through the vanquished heroine. She felt accepted, and emboldened, so swirled her hot, wet tongue around his helmet shaped cock head. And finally, she went down on Jethro.

The high-energy dance music stopped, and 1970s porn music started up. She cut her eyes to the side, realizing Jethro had maneuvered her into sucking him off while giving the patrons below a perfect sideview of their tryst. The DJ noticed, and supplied appropriate music as everyone watched with happy faces.

“Mmmmgh,” she groaned when he tapped the back of her throat.

Mouth completely full of fat cock, she started bobbing up and down on him. Yeah, she knew she was putting on a sex show for the cameras and crowd, but it was what her master wanted. Making him happy, obeying him, was all that mattered.

Must obey. Must please.

Jethro shifted, forcing her head to roll all the way back. That gave him a straight shot down her throat. And he didn’t hesitate taking full advantage. Ms Justice grunted and groaned when he forced his way too big cock down into her throat, stretching it out. It only took him a few strokes before her glossy red lips encircled the base of his dick.

“Welcome to Subversions, Kelly ‘Ms Justice’ Kavanaugh!” Jethro shouted to cheers. And then he flooded her throat with hot cum. “Welcome to the Super Heroine Arcade!”

Jethro pulled out of her mouth even as he shot a second, thick load across her full red lips. A rope of cum stretched between his cock and her mouth for a few seconds. She looked up into his eyes and felt the connection. He arched a brow, and she understood. Ms Justice sucked in hard, while thrusting out her tongue and swirling it around to gather up that rope of spunk. It vanished into her mouth in a flash.

Wild cheers rose up from the patrons below.

Ms Justice rose to her feet, and followed Jethro down the wide steps and into the crowd. Big, mean looking bouncers surrounded her, keeping the reaching hands at bay. Mostly. A few got through to grab a tit or her butt. One man seized her wrist and tried to yank her into the crowd.

Jethro led them around the bar, turning to the right. They passed through an area filled with pool tables, then passed through a game arcade with countless video game machines. She spotted the red neon sign over what used to be one of the train tunnels: Super Heroine Arcade.

Passing through the wide opening, they passed out of the domed area. The neon lit corridor felt tight and oppressive after leaving the vastness of the main club. It truth, the corridor was pretty wide and spacious, lined with large windows and doors. Each window and door was a room with a vanquished super heroine plying the world’s oldest profession. First room on the left was Guardienne. The wall around the door and window was plastered with promo pictures of the heroine, and some pictures of her gorgeous alter ego, the disgraced mayor of Synne City, Megan Milano. Half of the pictures were of her naked and fucking. But the curtain was closed, indicating that beauty was busy with a customer.

Across from her, Ms Justice spotted nineteen year old Valkyrie. Guardienne’s youngest daughter. The glorious platinum blonde was staring incredulously at Ms Justice, before a look of profound sadness spread across her features. Valkyrie wore her full costume, sans mask. The mask lay on the floor between her stiletto-heeled feet.

Next to Valkyrie’s room was her older sister, Ms Valiant. Her curtain was closed, as was the next one for Jazz. Ms Justice spotted Midnight Avenger, across from Ms Valiant’s room, and busy fucking a customer with the curtain open and a small crowd watching. Ms Justice did a double-take.

“Kid Rotten?”

“Yes. He’s a regular, and is quite an exhibitionist,” Jethro said. “He likes for people to watch him fuck the girls.”

The big, blond pimp was fucking the beautiful African-American heroine doggie style. A lump formed in Ms Justice’s throat. Memories of Kid fucking her just like that flooded her mind. And he did like to fuck her on the street between jobs, while the street people cheered him on.

Those memories made her throat tight, and pussy throb. Yeah, that man had a true bitch tamer.

Glory Gal was busy speaking to a potential customer, trying hard to get him inside. Ms Justice knew she’d soon be trying to lure men in to fuck her. All for her master. The thought made her insides all hot and fluttery. She remembered just how much fun she had as Kid’s hooker that one weekend.

“This is your new home,” Jethro said, stopping beside a door.

Glancing across the corridor, she noticed Amazing Girl pressed up against the window of her room, watching her arrival. Like Valkyrie, she looked so sad.

Ms Justice looked her new home over. They’d already put a full-sized poster of her on the door. Other pictures were plastered all around the door and window. Most were image captures from various setback sex tapes, showing her sucking or fucking some bad guy. Others were promo pictures put out by the Council of Witches.

The neon lights around the door and large picture window were red, white, and blue. The curtains were open, so she spotted the bed where she’d work her sexual mojo. Jethro gave her a moment to soak it in, and then led her inside. She found a small bathroom out of view of the window, with a small shower. There was a tiny closest with spare costumes waiting. She also noticed some sexy lingerie and assorted, brightly colored stiletto pumps.

A crowd of men and women had gathered by the time she reached the bedroom. She froze, eyes huge. It was one thing to be the gangbangers’ pet fucktoy, getting fucked sporadically all day and night. She struggled wrapping her mind around nearly constant sex as a brothel slave.

The Curse will have hold of me all day, every day, she thought.

“The newest girl is always the most popular,” Jethro said. “You’re pussy is going to be busy, Ms Justice. Let’s give them a little show before you get to work. You know, to get that tight little twat loosened and ready to party.”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

Jethro had another Void lay naked on the bed. Coop was a big white guy. But then her master pushed her toward the window.

“Go stand in front of the window and strip for your fans,” he said. “Put on a good show, Ms Justice.”

She gave a tiny nod, while her mind whirled. What did he mean by a “good show?” A dozen scenarios played out in her fertile imagination, every single one extremely salacious. Of course, that’s what men wanted from her now. Maybe sex was the only thing men ever wanted from her, as both Ms Justice and Kelly Kavanaugh. After all, her boss at the network demanded she sex it up every night on air.

A big crowd of expectant men pressed up to the window. She stared at them a long second, and then began wiggling her well-rounded hips, running her red-gloved hands all over her amazing body. The audience perked up.

What did they want? Duh. Sex. But her next sex partner was two steps up, and behind her. Jethro wanted her to put on a show down there by the window. So, no sex. But there was something almost as good.

Ms Justice turned her back on the audience, reached back, and slowly unzipped her bustier. The men grew still, eyes wide and staring as more and more warm satiny flesh was exposed. She turned back to them, holding the loose bustier over her boobs for a moment, and then whipped it away to cries of joy.

The shapely blonde continued to dance for them as she unfastened the wide, golden belt around her tiny waist, tossed it aside, and reached for her thonglike short-shorts. Her face lit up with naughty pleasure, before she stepped back and pulled her hands away.

The crowd groaned.

Continuing her teasing striptease, Ms Justice took her time peeling off her long opera gloves. Then she bit her lip while giving the wide-eyed audience a wicked look. Some were obviously holding their breath.

Ms Justice hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband, and pushed down as she wiggled her hips. She thrust her hips forward, just inches from the glass, so they would get a good view of the cloth clinging to her hot, wet, sticky pussy. Yeah, it clung to that tender flesh. She saw jaws drop.

Stepping out of her shorts, Ms Justice sat back on the steps and spread her red thigh-booted legs wide. She felt the folds of her pussy open up before her eager audience. All eyes dropped to the Promised Land. Ms Justice smiled knowingly, as her right hand snaked down to her tingling, throbbing pussy.

And she began to rub.

The audience let out a collective gasp. Beatific expressions spread across some faces as they watched the gorgeous super heroine masturbate for their pleasure. And she didn’t disappoint, either.

Already aroused by her circumstances, and previous sex, Ms Justice’s body was primed for action. More than ready to start. Soon, soft moans bubbled out of her, as her hips thrust and body swayed. Her eyes fluttered closed as she rubbed her slick sex harder, faster, more and more urgently. Her insides melted into a quivering mess in a flash, and she felt her mind become sluggish.

Her world became her fingers and pussy.

“Ooooh, God yes,” she gasped out. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

That outcry got the response she wanted from the crowd. Some started to chant, others called out suggestions. Kelly continued to rub, pushing herself closer and closer to Nirvana. And then she felt it, that heady rush to climax.

Eyes fluttering open as her body erupted, she saw men pressing their hands to the glass, wanting to lay hands on her so badly. That stoked her libido, and her orgasm intensified as she bucked and continued to rub all the way through the climax, and beyond.

“Well played, Kelly,” Jethro called. “Come back up here and mount Coop.”

She nodded, still huffing and puffing, out of breath. Ms Justice rose sensuously to her stiletto-heeled feet, gave the audience a come-hither look, and began a slow strut back up to the bed. She wondered how many noticed how her girl cum dribbled down her inner thighs, and if that turned them on.

Coop looked eager to begin, his cock standing straight up. She crawled up on the bed between his legs, holding his gaze as she approached his erection. After raking long, red nails across his hairy nutsack, she wrapped her hands around his cock and gave him a few firm strokes. Rock hard, indeed.

“Oh, Master,” she whispered. “This is going to be so good.”

Ms Justice went down on him. The crowd gasped, and they cried out happily. She bobbed up and down Coop’s big dick a moment, before she crawled up over him and pressed her dangling tits in his face.

Coop went to town on her tits. She let him play with them a few minutes, before she reached back to his erection, and guided him to her entrance. Ms Justice paused like that, held Coop’s eyes, and smiled. Only then did she drop her weight and allow him to penetrate her.

“Oh, yes!” she cried.

The vanquished vigilante started to bounce on that massive tool. Her hair and boobs bounced for the audience’s amusement, but Coop’s hands quickly grabbed her tits. Yeah, it was all good for the beautiful blonde. And then another presence loomed behind her.

Another Void, Matt, crawled up behind her. He pushed Coop’s hands away, so he could roughly molest her tits, mostly pinching and pulling her sensitive nipples. She felt his dick poking her lower back and butt cheeks. Ms Justice knew how that was going to end, so started steeling herself for the invasion.

Matt pushed her forward, to lay atop Coop, while he thrust a finger up her poop chute. After she was loosened up a little, a second, then third finger went up her butt. And then…

“Ready or not, Ms J, here I come,” Matt said.

An incredulous look spread across her masked face when Matt penetrated her anus. Her sphincter clamped down on him immediately, but he forced his way in deeper and deeper anyway, and soon her body relaxed and pain melted into pleasure.

“Get in there, Keith,” Jethro said.

Another one? Kelly thought.

A tall, skinny black man moved up beside the bed. He pulled out his cock and she reached out to start stroking it. She had him stiff as a rod in nothing flat.

“Suck it like a super heroine, slut,” Keith sneered, palming the back of her head and thrusting his cock into her mouth.

The three of them had her shapely body singing. Tiny animal sounds of pleasure bubbled out of the hapless heroine, even as her body writhed and bucked in the middle of that Trifecta of Lust. All three became more aroused, more frantic. Soon, they were pounding into her three orifices like wild men.

“Aaaagggh!” she cried, body flooded with the sexiest sensations.

They forced four more climaxes out of the blonde beauty before first Matt, then Keith and Coop creamed her orifices. They left her spent and writhing on the bed.

“I think you’re going to work out pretty damned well, Ms Justice,” Jethro said, looking so fucking happy. Then his eyes narrowed. “Now stop being such a lazy cunt, and get to work. You’ve whored before, so know what to do.”

She nodded, and rolled over to sit on the side of the bed. It took a moment before she was confident she could stand and walk. And then she fetched her costume pieces, before hurrying to the bathroom to clean up. She found everything she needed to fix her face and hair waiting.

It’s time, she thought. My master wants me to fuck as many men as possible, getting as much money as I can out of them. Time to make him happy with me.

Ms Justice slipped past her master and his men, and then approached the window. There was an intercom to the left, near the door. Jethro showed her how to use the intercom to speak with the men wanting to fuck her. The button to buzz them in was right there as well. It was far enough from the door, on the other side of the wall that circled around the bed, so that she couldn’t buzz herself out. Also, she noticed multiple bouncers patrolling the corridor.

Jethro and his men departed. Ms Justice noticed he waited out in the middle of the corridor, watching her. Ms Justice sucked in a deep breath, steeling herself for a long marathon of sex and debauchery, and finally pressed the intercom button.

“Hello, I’m Ms Justice,” she said. “Who wants to be with me first?”

The End