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Catgirl: Unicorn

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril Short Story

By JK Waylon

“What a mess,” Catgirl said, and sighed wearily. “Can we ignore them and go home? It’s been a long night.”

Her patrol partners hesitated. The three scantily clad super heroines floated over the intersection of Ford and Laidlaw. It was an economically challenged part of town. Two street gangs fought in the street, probably over territory.

It didn’t look good for Catgirl’s wishes. Kunoichi didn’t really like to overlook any crime. And the red, white, and blue clad rookie Freedom wanted to jump into the middle of every crime. But it was late, almost three in the morning, and the crime in question was a rather common event in Synne City.

“It’s a gang fight. Who are they hurting but themselves?” Catgirl added.

Kunoichi shook her head. The Eurasian beauty in black and gold costume and boots dropped a little lower. Her sharp eyes scanned the faces below. Some were probably bail jumpers.

“There must be a hundred gangstas embroiled in that melee,” Kunoichi said.

Catgirl rolled her eyes. Kunoichi was getting worked up. She heard it in her voice. So Catgirl tugged up on their black thigh boots, preparing herself for a wild melee. So dangerous. Too many actors at play, too many wildcards. Too many things that could go wrong. The black latex and leather catsuited blonde sighed, shaking her head.

“They are destroying cars,” Freedom said. She indicated some shattered windshields, and then pointed to the northern edge of the fight. “Look! They are looting that store.”

Ms Justice and Midnight Angel flew up to join them. Catgirl rolled her eyes. The more heroines that showed up, the more likely they’d all get pulled down into the fight. Her alter ego had a photo shoot in four hours, which meant she wouldn’t be getting any sleep at all as it stood. Getting involved in that fight might jeopardize her getting to the shoot on time.

“Why do they have to do this at this time of night?” Ms Justice said.

“Exactly!” Catgirl cried. “I have this thing at – ”

Kunoichi interrupted her. “It’s our duty to stop them. We’re wasting time. Someone could be seriously hurt while we’re up here chatting away.”

Catgirl stared at her, mouth still open. The heroines started spreading out in line, preparing it dive down into the fray. The blonde beauty steeled herself for the coming fight, and then moved into her spot in the lineup between Kunoichi and Ms Justice on the end.

She slanted a wicked smile at Ms Justice, who looked back warily.

“Bet you break a nail before I do.”

Ms Justice reeled back and blinked at her. “What? Oh my God, you’re bat shit crazy. Is it a full moon again?”

Catgirl laughed.

“I prefer cat shit crazy,” she replied, smirking. “But I’m still your favorite, right?”

Ms Justice looked toward the other end of their line in the sky, like she wanted to change ends. Then she slanted a leave me alonelook at Catgirl.

“Sure, why not.”

“I love you, too,” Catgirl said. “After we finish here, you wanna…”

“No! Shut up, you perv,” Ms Justice cried, but the blonde beauty grinned as she shook her head. “I’m going to speak to Asha about filing sexual harassment against you.”

Catgirl giggled, pulling a disapproving look from Kunoichi. The blonde shrugged.

“Is it my fault Ms Justice has a thing for me?”

“How long has Catgirl been on patrol?” Midnight Angel asked. The busty African-American in all purple looked her up and down with disapproving eyes. “Maybe you should sit this one out, sweetie.”

“I probably should,” she said. “But we know that’s not going to happen.”

Someone down below pulled a pistol and took a shot at the heroines above. Catgirl saw it go down, so took off straight at the malefactor, leading the others down into battle. The blonde in the black leather cowl feigned a running landing, where upon she would smash into him. Instead, she pulled up at the last second and performed a fly-by knee in the face. That put him down for the count, while she watched the pistol fly out of his hand.

Banking hard, the shapely heroine plowed into the crowd to snatch up the weapon before someone else used it. She flew up above the gang fight to throw the pistol atop a nearby roof. Then she noticed four gangbangers of special interest.

It was Stone Cold, Raz-R, DaPistol, and D-Man. The president and his lieutenants of the Puma Gang. They were fighting their way toward a dark alley. Trying to make their escape now that the heroines had joined the fray?

“Not on my watch,” Catgirl whispered.

Then Ms Justice plowed into their midst, kicking left, punching low, and decimating them like only a super-powered kickass woman could do. Catgirl grinned, and looked for another equally tempting target.

Ms Justice’s foes continued their effort to escape, while the busty blonde in red, white, and blue tried to contain them. Other gangbangers also punched and grabbed at the beautiful super heroine, hampering her style. So rude.

The cops wanted the leaders of gangs that openly fought in the street, endangering good citizens. Catgirl made up her mind.

“What the hell, I’ll go help Ms J.”

The catsuited heroine flew straight into the middle of that fight, body-checking Raz-R down, and then flipping D-Man over her hip. Both gangbangers disappeared into the crowd instead of continuing to engage her.

“This sucks,” she grumbled. “Why won’t they fight me?”

Then she noticed Stone Cold and DaPistol pushing through the combatants as well. All four headed for that dark alley. Odd, most bad guys would rather fight a heroine than run away.

“I know! They won’t fight me, either,” Ms Justice said. “Go left, and I’ll go right. We’ll cut them off at the alley.”

They turned away from each other, and tore into the lower echelon gang members. Catgirl kicked and punched, and tripped her way through the crowd. Then five big-ass gangbangers stood shoulder-to-shoulder before her, blocking the way. She looked past them to see the last of the leaders slipping into the dark alley.

“Get out of my way.”

“Make us.”

Movement at the alley pulled her eyes past them again. Ms Justice stood there, staring into the alley. She started running into it.

“Don’t do it, Ms J!”

Too late. The other heroine vanished into the night shadows. Catgirl started to fly up in pursuit, but two of the gangbangers leapt up, each seizing a leg. They yanked her out of the air, pulling her legs wide at the same time. Another of their number stepped up between them to slam a fist into her crotch.

“Son of a bitch!” she cried, eyes huge as pain lanced up into her core.

Rage consumed the busty heroine, who remained high as they continued to hold tightly to her lower legs. Her fists went high, and then she brought her elbows down atop the heads of her two captors. They crumbled to the ground, out cold. Catgirl hit the ground already spinning into a roundhouse.

The gangbanger that punched her pussy ducked, and then stepped closer. Catgirl pulled her right foot in close, spun on the grounded foot, and kicked straight up at his head. Her long stiletto heel caught him under the chin, and penetrated. He had an incredulous look on his face when her heel tore through his tongue and slammed into the roof of his mouth.

She yanked her foot back, and watched as he stumbled off in a daze. The other two gangbangers had disappeared, probably pulled into the surrounding fight. So Catgirl took off flying into the alley. How long had it been? Not too long.

The heroine flew a third of the way down the alley before she spotted Ms Justice and the four gang leaders. The gorgeous blonde in the flag-themed costume was stripped down to just mask, boots, and gloves. The gang leaders had her bent over at the waist; spit-roasting the legendary heroine. Stone Cold was thrusting all the way down her throat, her glossy red lips sealed around his base, while D-Man held onto her well-rounded hips and reamed her out like crazy. The other two recorded it all on their phones.

“What the fuck!” Catgirl screamed, and drove both feet into Raz-R’s back, right between his shoulder blades.

That drove him into Ms Justice’s left flank, pulling her away from the other two gang leaders. The two of them bowled DaPistol down as he recorded everything. But Catgirl wasn’t finished.

Spinning in midair, Catgirl lashed out with a black-booted foot. She connected with Stone Cold’s nose, sending him reeling back against the wall. A second later her feet touched ground. Catgirl ducked under D-Man’s wild haymaker, drove a stiletto heel into the side of his knee, and then delivered a powerful right cross to the cheek.

The four gang leaders cried out to each other, and raced away down the alley. Catgirl started to go after them, but remembered Ms Justice. The blonde beauty lay on her back, one hand between her legs, and fingers squishing loudly as she masturbated like a woman possessed.

Catgirl froze. She sniffed. No hint of roses. The super-powered aphrodisiac Ultra Bliss would make any woman, especially super heroines, go crazy for sex like that. It smelled like roses. So she pulled her phone out of her right thigh boot, activated the flashlight, and looked around on the ground.

“There it is,” she whispered.

A broken black capsule. It only took a tiny whiff of Ultra Bliss to make anyone, male or female, lose it. Ms Justice was blissed out of her mind.

“You’re so pretty,” Ms Justice gasped out, still rubbing her pussy. She concentrated on her uber sensitive clit. “You wanna make love with me? Please kiss me.”

Damn, I wish I could take advantage of this!

She’d actually had a tryst with the other heroine, a few weeks back. Nothing more evolved out of it, though Ms Justice had left options open. Very intriguing options.

Ms Justice’s back bowed up, a look of bliss spreading across her blue-masked face.

“Oooooooh, yes,” Ms Justice whispered, and finally stopped rubbing to just lie there panting.

“Feeling better?”

The blonde heroine looked so serene lying there, basking in the afterglow.

Her reply was breathlessly soft. “I do.”

“Are you still blissed bonkers?”

“I am.”

“I can’t sleep with you like this,” Catgirl said, bending over to pick up the other heroine’s red, white, and blue striped bustier. “You are not in your right mind right now.”

“Sucks doing the right thing,” Ms Justice whispered. Her well-rounded hips thrust up a few times as she groaned in frustration. “Gawd! I ache so hard. I need… God, I need someone to fuck me.”

Catgirl giggled. “I know. I’ve been there, done that. And you know I want to jump on you so much. But I can’t.” She caught Ms Justice’s eyes, holding them. “But you should reward me for being such a good girl. My place, Saturday night?”

Ms Justice smiled. “You wish.”

“I do,” she said with a sad sigh. Catgirl tossed her friend’s bustier over, and then headed for the discarded blue, star-spangled short-shorts. Really, the shorts were closer to thongs. Very skimpy. “But, hey, at least I stopped them before they unmasked you.”

Ms Justice struggled to her knees, but looked a lot more coherent. Catgirl smiled, understanding how she felt. A single whiff of that stuff only really drove a girl sex crazy for five, ten minutes max. The aphrodisiac wore off quickly at first, but lingered for hours.

“Thank God!” Ms Justice said, slowly putting on her top. She turned her back, pulling her long hair to the side. “Can you help me?”

Catgirl hurried over to zip her friend up. Then she handed over the bottoms.

“Thanks,” Ms Justice said, stepping into the shorts. She looked around and frowned. “Belt? Oh, did see if they recorded my setback?”

“Yes. It might’ve been a live stream.”

“Aw, fuck me,” she whispered. Then she sighed, looking so resigned as she picked up her wide, gold belt. “Well, at least my husband will have something entertaining to watch tomorrow.”

Catgirl cringed. “Ow. Is he still watching your setback videos online?”

“Duh.”

“But we made that sex tape for him,” Catgirl said. “I’d think you and me together, making passionate love, would be the end all of sex tapes.”

“Nope. But now he’s watching all of your setback sex tapes, too.”

“That ought to keep him busy for a few years,” she grumbled. “I mean, he sounds delightful. I want a man just like him.”

Ms Justice laughed. “Actually, he’s a good man, other than his sick obsession with watching me get fucked raw by bad guys.”

Catgirl kept lookout while Ms Justice adjusted her costume. The blissed beauty couldn’t’ go back into the street fight. She’d be vulnerable for hours. The catsuited heroine’s mind drifted back to that night, not so long ago. Ms Justice had confessed about her husband’s cuckolding obsession. And offered a possible opportunity.

“I was just thinking… Never mind. Bad timing,” Catgirl said.

Ms Justice glanced at her, one brow raised. “What?”

“No, it’s very inappropriate after what just happened to you.”

Ms Justice gave her a “what the hell” look.

“Now I have to know.”

Catgirl grimaced. “I kinda, sorta promised Johnny a threesome with another heroine if his last tip panned out. His tip gave me that big drug bust last week, so…”

“Ah, I see, you want me to be…”

“Yes, I want you to be our unicorn.”

Ms J rolled her eyes. “Why me? Because I just got blissed?”

Catgirl caught and held her eyes until it got intense.

“No, because you are already fucking him. Like me. And you and I have sexual history now.” She wagged her brows. Ms Justice looked like a deer caught in headlights. “He probably expects me to bring Kunoichi, or one of the new girls like Sukai or Freedom. Do you really want me to lure Freedom or Sukai into that mess?”

“Point to Catgirl,” Ms Justice said. “Fine, I’ll do it, but only if you be the unicorn for me and my husband afterwards.”

“Deal!”

~**~**~

Three nights later…

A darker shape coalesced out of the black night sky. The bright lights of Cox Street, deep in the heart of Synne City’s Tenderloin red light district, shown on the woman’s shiny black latex sheathed body. Catgirl made a soft landing atop a brothel, coming to a complete stop overlooking the alley beside it.

Sharp blue eyes studied the alley in intimate detail. No one down there. It was safe. So she walked over to the front of the building to look down on the busy street. They were all down there. Pimps. Hookers. Pushers. Beggars. And mostly the horny men that fueled the local sex industry’s engine. Many of the men were tourists there just for the experience of America’s largest and most notorious red light district.

“Debauchery on parade,” Catgirl whispered. “Speaking of debauchery… Where are you hiding, Johnny?”

She scanned the usual places the little man hung out. He liked to stay close to dark alleys, just in case one of the countless hookers he flirted with decided to give him a freebie BJ. He was one of those men who scored just by wearing out the woman of that night’s obsession.

He probably gets more sex from hookers just to make him to shut up and go away.

Catgirl was just about to give up and try another location when Johnny Orto stepped out of the coffee shop. He wore his usual black suit and red tie, dark hair slicked back like he was some kind of movie wise guy. Johnny acted like a big man, like a player, but the forty-something was frequently mistaken as a child he was so short. Which was probably why he always wore a suit and tie.

He looked up. Their eyes locked, and she felt the electricity. How did he always affect her so profoundly, both physically and emotionally?

The man’s got some serious mojo, she thought. I wonder if he has some kind of magic, or a talisman?

She gave him a single nod, and stepped back out of sight. Moving quickly, she went over to watch him enter the alley. As far as she could tell, he didn’t signal anyone. No movement or light betrayed any ambushers down in the alley.

Johnny all but vanished into the night shadows in the uber dark alley. A moment later he emerged into the single pool of light above the side door into the brothel. He looked up at her expectantly. A big smile spread across her masked face.

Catgirl vaulted over the side, and used her power of flight to slow her fall. She landed with a clatter of stilettos before the informant, who stood half a head shorter. His dark eyes looked her over with relish.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he said, pressing in close. One hand found her tits, the other her butt, both squeezing. “Looking for a good time, I see.”

“For once you are correct,” Catgirl said. She wagged her brows. “Are you ready for that threesome I promised you?”

“The super heroine threesome?”

She nodded.

“YES! You’re the best, babe. You’re my favorite heroine of all time,” he cried, unable to stand still. “Who did you get to join us? Kunoichi? Gold Avenger? Fury. Oh, I bet Fury’s a wildcat in bed. Or one of the new chicks, Freedom or Sukai?”

“So, you didn’t mention Asha. You aren’t interested in the City Witch?”

His jaw dropped. “I’d sell my soul and left nut to have five minutes with Asha.”

“Cool.”

“You talked Asha into joining us?”

“No, but I like the way you think,” Catgirl said, and giggled. “Our unicorn is a secret. A surprise. Ready to go?”

“Duh? When am I not ready for some wild super heroine sex?”

Catgirl swept him up in her arms. “You know, I’m the girl. You should be carrying me off to be ravished.”

His hands went straight to her tits. One hand slipped under her latex catsuit to pinch a sensitive nipple. Catgirl rolled her eyes.

Johnny kissed her. “I’ll make it up to you in wild, uninhibited sex.”

“You are so romantic,” she said. “Not.”

Catgirl took off straight up. She streaked up into the darkness so fast no witnesses could figure who they just saw fly away. Flying up a few hundred feet, she peaked, and started to descend right away. Her destination was less than a mile away from where she picked him up.

She spotted the Good-Nite Motel’s bright sign right away. The sleazy motel rented rooms over the phone and internet. Catgirl booked and paid for the room on their website using a gift card, instructing them to just leave the door open and the key on the dresser.

“The Good-Nite is one of my favorite hookup motels,” Johnny said as they landed in the parking lot. He gave her tit a last quick squeeze. “You and I have spent a night or two here.”

The motel was a two-story “U” shape affair, with a long catwalk linking all of the second floor rooms. Catgirl rented a ground floor room.

“Room 15 is ours,” she said, pointing to an ajar door. The window glowed bright through the closed curtains. “Let’s go, Johnny. Tonight is all about you and your naughty little ménage à trios fantasy.”

Catgirl took him by the hand, and slowly backed toward the door. She graced him with looks of lust and desire, watching his face light up with joy. He already had a major boner.

“Don’t cream your shorts, Johnny,” she purred, reaching in to give his junk a squeeze “I’d hate for me and the unicorn to fuck all night while all you do is watch. Or is that what you want?”

“I could live with that, but I want to fuck you both. Ten times each!”

“Wow. Okay.”

Catgirl backed into the door, pushing it open with a butt thrust. Light flooded out, as she continued pulling him inside. She watched his face intently, wanting to see exactly how he felt about her choice in unicorns. And she was not disappointed.

Johnny’s face lit up. Pure joy. She looked over to the bed, finding the red, white, and blue clad heroine sitting on it, red thigh-booted legs crossed. Ms Justice looked so damned sexy.

“Ms Justice! This is perfect!” he cried. “Are you two lovers? Like girlfriend and girlfriend?”

“No,” Ms Justice said, shaking her head. He looked disappointed. “Okay, fine. We’re an item. Secret lovers who do it twice a night, every night. Happy?”

“Yes!”

“Actually, it’s four times a night,” Catgirl said. “I’m insatiable.”

“Oh my God, you two deserve each other,” Ms Justice said.

Ms Justice stood, making Johnny freeze. His breath caught. She had the sexiest strut up to the little informant, cupped his cheek with a red-gloved hand, and… turned away from him to press up to Catgirl. She claimed Catgirl’s lips in a long, passionate kiss. And then the two heroines, still holding each other tightly, both turned wicked blue eyes on the trembling man.

“Are you ready for both of us, Johnny?” Catgirl asked in the most sex drenched voice.

“I’ve been ready.”

Catgirl and Ms Justice sandwiched him between them, and started stripping the informant. They kissed and fondled him at the same time, leaving Johnny with a look of pure bliss.

“So, Johnny, my lover,” Ms Justice purred. “What do you want first? Do you want me or Catgirl, or both of us to kneel in full costume and suck you off? Or should we all get naked and jump into bed together?”

“I want…” He struggled to decide. But then grinned. “I want you both to kneel and suck me off.”

“Why did I know you’d pick the most salacious option?” Ms Justice asked, rolling her eyes.

“Hey, be nice, Ms J,” he pleaded.

She winked. “You know I love you, Johnny.”

“I love you more,” Catgirl quickly said.

Ms Justice grinned and nodded. “She really does.”

“Hey! You were supposed to argue the point,” Catgirl cried, and the women giggled.

The two super heroines slowly kissed their way down his body, Catgirl on Johnny’s left, Ms Justice to the right. Once on their knees, their gloved hands fondled his cock and balls for a few minutes, while they kissed his dick head and each other. They mostly kissed each other.

Catgirl went down on Johnny first, while her sister in crime fighting nibbled and sucked on his balls. After a dozen bobs, she switched out with Ms Justice. After a few minutes of that, each kissed opposite sides of his cock head, tongues teasing the sensitive rubbery flesh. Then they licked and nibbled up and down his shaft, on opposite sides.

Johnny watched, squirmed, while struggling to breath. He’d never seen anything like it before, much less experienced two horny super heroines getting him off with their lips and tongues.

“Best night of my life,” he whispered. Then that rush to climax hit him hard and fast. “I’m coming!”

Ms Justice quickly swallowed half of his shaft. And just in time. He exploded in her mouth, while she hungrily sucked it all down.

“Get up on the bed,” Catgirl said. “Sit back against the headboard, and watch what we can do.”

Once Johnny was atop the bed, eyes eager, Catgirl and Ms Justice came together at the foot of the bed and started making out like sex-starved minxes. Catgirl quickly got Ms Justice out of her flag-themed corset, then her golden belt, and finally her blue, star-spangled shorts. And then Ms Justice removed Catgirl’s black leather cincher, then her thigh boots. Only then could she unzip and start to peel off that skin-tight, shiny black catsuit.

Once Catgirl was stripped down to just her cowl and choker, Ms Justice helped her back into the stiletto-heeled thigh boots and the leather cincher. Then they knelt on the foot of the bed – breasts, bellies, and thighs pressed together – as they sank into the deepest, most passionate kisses. Their hands roamed over satiny smooth skin, combed deep into long, silky blonde hair.

Catgirl pushed Ms Justice to her back, and then kissed her way down to the other heroines completely waxed pussy. She nuzzled Ms J’s sopping wet folds, before nibbling and licking. Ms Justice wiggled and writhed, gasping and moaning. Raking long red nails across the other heroine’s satiny smooth butt, she thrust her tongue in deep. Her lover started to thrust her hips. Just tiny thrusts at first.

“Oh baby, you know how to make a woman happy,” Ms Justice gasped. “Nobody eats me out better.”

Inspired, Catgirl shifted her focus.

“That isn’t nothing, lover,” Catgirl purred. She gave Ms Justice’s clit a lick. “Hold on tight.”

“Yes!”

Catgirl started sucking on her lover’s sensitive nub. Sucking hard, over and over. Then he rubbed it hard and fast with her fingertip, before flicking a hard fingernail across it a few times. Ms Justice cried out, bucking like crazy. The blonde in black held on tightly, continued to suck and torment that clit. Until…

“Aaaaggggh!”

Hot girl cum sprayed Catgirl’s face. Johnny cried out in surprised joy. Ms Justice just groaned long and low as her body started to relax. But Catgirl wasn’t through with her yet.

Rising up over Ms Justice, Catgirl lifted the other blonde’s left leg and threw it over her shoulder. She shifted up to straddle the right thigh, pressed her aching, tingling pussy against Ms Justice’s… And started to grind.

“Great scissoring sisters!” Johnny cried. “Fuck her, Kitten. Fuck her hard.”

Ms Justice giggled, while Catgirl obeyed. Her clit found Ms Justice’s, and she rubbed them together. At the same time, Catgirl hugged her lover’s red, thigh-booted leg. She kissed, nuzzled, and licked the smooth patent leather, working her way up to the long, thin stiletto heel.

“Mmmm,” Catgirl moaned, wrapping her tongue around the stiletto, running it up and down the full length. “Love your booty and your boots.”

Johnny groaned, squirming. He stroked his cock and licked his lips. Catgirl cast a come hither look his way, followed by an eyebrow wag. The horny little man came at her in a flash.

“Hey!” she cried, with a giggle. “You’re supposed to be recovering. And watching us have fun without you.”

“I can’t stand it anymore,” Johnny gasped, pressing up behind her.

Catgirl wiggled her hips to thwart his efforts, but Johnny was persistent if nothing else. A moment later his cock penetrated, thrusting deep inside her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she savored the feel of his unnaturally long and thick cock stretching her little hole out.

“Oh yes. I needed that,” she whispered.

Ms Justice wiggled out from beneath her, and then pushed her and Johnny back. Catgirl found herself lying face up atop Johnny, who continued to thrust into her like a man possessed. Then Ms Justice loomed over her, holding her gaze for a long, intense moment.

“Let me help,” Ms Justice purred, and then claimed her lips in a long, passionate kiss.

The flag-themed beauty started kissing and nibbling her way down Catgirl’s amazing body. She stopped to indulge in her breasts a long moment, including motorboating and nipple nibbling. Then she kissed her way down to Catgirl’s snatch, now full of man meat pumping in and out at a furious rate.

While Ms Justice kissed, nibbled, and motorboated Johnny’s nutsack, Catgirl closed her eyes to enjoy all the sexy sensations rippling through her shapely body. Johnny always rocked her world, and Ms Justice was the icing on the cake.

“Oh!” Catgirl cried when Ms Justice’s full red lips found her clit. The other blonde nibbled and sucked, licked and rubbed her throbbing nub. “Just like that! Please don’t stop!”

Ms Justice sucked and nibbled Catgirl’s body over the top. Divine bliss erupted deep in the feline themed beauty’s core, throbbing out in waves. She bucked and gasped and cried out as that forced climax consumed her body and soul.

Catgirl’s mind went blank while Johnny continued to thrust deep inside her, and Ms Justice continued sucking on her clit. Together, they turned her into a quivering pile of girl flesh.

~**~**~

Saturday night, one week later…

Flying over the Tenderloin, looking for some trouble to stir up, Catgirl’s phone pinged. She pulled it out and smiled at the screen. Ms Justice just sent her a message.

Hey, girl. Are you tied up at the moment? Want to get tied up?

Catgirl’s throat tightened, hands trembled. Was Ms Justice actually sending that message? Did it mean what she thought it meant.

Can I start calling her for booty calls now?

Catgirl held her breath as she typed back: I am always ready for a romp with you. Whip me, bite me, tie me up all you want.

She hesitated hitting send. Did she misread Ms J’s message. No. So she sent the reply and bit her lip as she waited for the response.

Awesome. Time for my threesome. Same motel, same room as last week. You coming?

Not exactly what Catgirl was expecting, but she was game.

Her reply: Ready, willing, and on the way.

Catgirl’s heart skipped a beat at the prospect of meeting, and having sex with, Ms Justice’s husband. What if she recognized her husband? Would their Dearmad spell wipe her mind of his identity? Or would she have to let Ms Justice wipe her mind?

Ms Justice’s reply was short and sweet. Door is unlocked.

The Good-Nite Motel was less than a mile away. Catgirl flew low, but fast, over the Tenderloin rooftops. She spotted the highway dividing the infamous red light district from the downtown business district. Traffic remained heavy even at midnight. The hook-up motel’s bright sign had started to flicker a few days back, one of its florescent lights starting to go bad.

Catgirl flew over the back of the motel, dropping down into the U-shaped structure’s parking lot. Her baby blues locked on Room 15 right away, a smile spreading her glossy red lips. Yeah, good times were had in that room with Ms Justice and another man. The threesome ended up being about eighty percent girl-on-girl sex show for Johnny.

She gave her sassiest strut toward the door, noticing the shadow of a dancing woman on the curtains. As she approached, Catgirl watched the shadow reach back, unzip, and pull off her bustier top.

Her breath caught. They started without me. What a horny couple.

She found the door unlocked as promised, but knocked lightly as she pushed the door open.

“Knock, knock, look who the cat brought home,” she purred.

As expected, she found Ms Justice dancing topless between the queen-sized bed and the window, red, white, and blue top dangling from her right hand, while both red opera gloves lay on the floor at her red booted feet. Her heroine friend turned sultry blue eyes on her. She did a double-take, having never seen Ms Justice look so damned aroused and horny. Her nips were even rock hard and standing erect.

“Mr. Justice” sat at the foot of the bed, naked as the day he was born. Well, he did wear one of those cowl-like Luchador masks. His mask was solid blue and fit nice and snug. She couldn’t tell much about him, except he looked thirty-something, tall, and fit.

“Heeeey,” Catgirl said.

Ms Justice came over and hugged her. Catgirl couldn’t help copping a feel. Her friend and comrade just rolled her eyes, before turning to her husband.

“Catgirl, this is my husband. Tonight we’ll call him the Man,” Ms Justice said. “Mr. Man, this is the legendary Catgirl.”

They hugged. He kept his hands away from anything sexual. Plenty of time for that.

“Shall we get started?” Ms Justice said. “You can finish stripping me, and then I’ll strip you for his viewing pleasure.”

Catgirl wrapped Ms Justice up in a tight hug. They froze, staring into each other’s eyes. Heads tilted. Glossy red lips parted, and then slowly came together in a deep kiss that left Catgirl feeling like all was right in the world. The hug and kiss quickly turned into a love-hungry makeout session. But when their hands dropped low, each woman pulled back.

Ms Justice looked down at her blue, star-spangled thonglike shorts, before looking back up and biting her lip. Catgirl got all tingling inside, as she gently bit the tip of her own tongue. Her black gloved hands grabbed Ms Justice’s sweetly flared hips. Her thumbs hooked the shorts, and started pushing down.

Catgirl dropped to her knees as she slowly peeled Ms Justice’s shorts off. The other blonde proved so aroused, wet, and sticky, her shorts stuck to her pussy. Seeing just how excited her friend was made Catgirl’s pussy start to tingle and throb.

“So nasty,” Catgirl taunted, staring up into Ms Justice’s eyes. Their connection got intense, before she dropped her eyes to that wet, sticky pussy again. Completely waxed bare in a full Brazilian. “Kitty wants a taste.”

Leaning in, she felt the heat radiating off the other heroines sex on her face. The heady aroma of Ms Justice’s arousal filled her nostril, scrambled her brains. She could sniff that all night. But she pressed her lips to the fleshy folds, and kissed them. Then she started licking.

“Mmmm. You taste wonderful.”

While her tongue forced Ms Justice’s nether lips apart, Catgirl pushed the other heroine’s shorts down to her ankles. Ms Justice stepped out of the shorts, and spread her feet wide. That gave Catgirl wonderful access to her pussy, and she took full advantage.

Ms Justice wiggled her hips, moaning softly, as she held Catgirl’s black cowled head tightly in both hands. She thrust her hips, grinding harder into the younger heroine’s mouth. Catgirl did her best to lick Ms Justice’s pussy clean inside and out. She nibbled on those hot, fleshy folds, kissing and sucking on them too. Then when tiny animal sounds began bubbling out of the legendary heroine, Catgirl turned her full attention and efforts on her clit.

“Oh God. Oh god,” Ms Justice cried, eyes huge and back bowed. “OH GAWD!”

Catgirl felt Ms Justice climax. Her love juices filled the catsuited beauty’s mouth, which she swallowed as fast as a man’s load.

“Catgirl! Catgirl, here,” Man said. He held up a black leather, silver studded collar with a braided black leather leash attached. “Put this on her and parade Ms Justice around like a captured super heroine slave.”

Her jaw dropped. She looked at Ms Justice, who nodded.

“Okay. You kids like rough, eh?”

“Are you Canadian?” Man asked.

“No. Why would you think… Oh, I understand. Eh?”

She giggled, and he chuckled. Catgirl decided not to mention her mother was Canadian. She hadn’t realized an occasional “eh” slipped out.

Standing, Catgirl took the leash and collar from Man. She caught Ms Justice’s eyes and grinned evilly.

“Kneel, Justice Slave,” Catgirl commanded.

“Yes, Mistress Catgirl,” she whispered, dropping to her knees.

The Man’s excitement spiked when his wife called her “Mistress.” He wrapped a hand around his erection, stoking it slowly.

Catgirl quirked a brow when Ms Justice automatically knelt with her knees very wide to show off her pussy. Her back remained straight, but her eyes turned down submissively. Catgirl moved up close, and scooted her right foot forward.

“Kiss my foot, and feel your slavery, Ms Justice.”

Ms Justice lifted her eyes just enough to take in the black leather sheathed foot. Her baby blues scanned the thigh boot top to bottom twice and then she rolled forward to all fours. Catgirl’s breath caught as the gorgeous blonde heroine slowly pressed her lips to the toe of that boot. She left a perfect lip print.

She pulled her foot back to admire the lip print, and smiled.

“It’s a beautiful sight,” the Man whispered.

“I’ll never clean this boot now.” Catgirl tapped the other heroine’s chin. “Chin up, slave.”

Ms Justice obeyed. Catgirl leaned over and slowly wrapped the wide leather collar around her slender neck, careful to completely cover the heroine’s choker and medallion. Then as she buckled the collar quite snugly, their eyes locked and their gaze sucked the air out of Catgirl. Ms Justice began to pant.

Catgirl led Ms Justice all around the small motel room, making her crawl on all fours. Then she ordered the busty beauty to stand. Pulling a zip tie from Ms Justice’s left thigh boot, she bound her wrists behind her back with her own zip tie.

Overwhelmed with her own excitement, Catgirl then pushed Ms Justice back against the door and started kissing and fondling her. They made out for several minutes, before the Man cleared his throat.

“Heel, Justice Slavegirl.”

Catgirl paraded the bound beauty around the room, getting teasingly close to the Man. He reached for them, but she skirted his hands expertly. And then she released Ms Justice’s arms, ordered her to kneel just out of reach of her husband, and then lay back over her legs, knees wide. The Man gazed down at his wife’s pussy with the hungriest look in his eyes.

“Justice Slave!”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Masturbate.”

“Wait. What?”

“I ordered you to masturbate in front of the Man. Masturbate for the Man,” Catgirl commanded. “And make it sexy as hell.”

Ms Justice’s eyes went round for a moment. Then she nodded, and both hands reached down to her pussy. Catgirl watched those perfectly manicured hands, with her sexy French manicure quickly get soaked, shiny. Squishing sounds rose up her from crotch, as Ms Justice closed her eyes and let her darkest fantasies guide her into bliss. Catgirl saw her first hip thrust a moment later, as one hand rubbed circles around her nether lips, while the other hand tormented her own clit with fingertips and hard fingernail flicks.

Catgirl pressed her thighs together as she watch, her breathing becoming fast and shallow. Soon she as rubbing her thighs together as the busty beauty on the floor writhed and cried out inarticulately. Ms Justice’s hips rose up off the floor, and stayed there, as her efforts intensified. Tiny animal sounds bubbled out of slightly parted lips, head rocking back and forth. Even the Man fidgeted and squirmed as he stroked his meat, his eyes raking her from face to pussy over and over, not wanting to miss anything.

And then….

“Aaaaggghh!” Ms Justice screamed, back bowing up and eyes popping open wide. “Ooooooh.”

“Well done, Justice Slave,” Catgirl said. “But now I think it’s time I got naked, and the Man got some feminine attention from both of us.”

“Yes,” the Man cried, pulling his hand away from his erection.

Catgirl helped Ms Justice stand, then removed the leash. The Man wanted the collar to stay. Then Catgirl knelt before her friend, submitting to her. She expected to get collared, and then led around the room, too. But no.

Ms Justice dropped to her knees before Catgirl. They hugged and kissed on their knees for a few moments, while Ms Justice deftly removed Catgirl’s black leather cincher.

“Oh lookie, the zipper goes… All. The. Way. Down. And under,” Ms Justice whispered, zipping down and all the way between Catgirl’s legs and back up to the small of her back.

The tight, shiny black latex spread wide as Ms Justice unzipped the catsuit, revealing large, firm breasts with perfectly defined pink nipples. Then a flat, tone belly was uncovered. And finally, Catgirl’s own Brazilian waxed nether regions were exposed.

Ms Justice began kissing and fondling Catgirl’s breasts, kneading and nibbling mostly. The cat themed beauty moaned and groaned, eyes closed as she reveled in their love making. Her beautiful lover’s every touch, caress, and nibble sent the most insane sensations rippling into her body, energizing her core and her libido.

Then Ms Justice slipped both hands around her, under her loosened catsuit, and grabbed both butt cheeks. After a firm squeeze, her lover raked long nails up across her satiny cheeks. Catgirl groaned loudly, wantonly, even as Ms Justice reclaimed her lips in a lingering, passionate kiss.

Then the busty blonde in blue mask and red thigh boots pushed Catgirl to her back on the floor. Ms Justice slowly unzipped her lover’s right thigh boot, and pulled it off. She held Catgirl’s barefoot on both hands, while she kissed, licked, and nibbled the instep, making the blonde beauty gasp and writhe, and cry out.

“That tickles!”

Ms Justice grinned. “I know.”

The older heroine then took the time to sensuously suck on each and every toe. She had Catgirl panting again by the time she stopped to remove the other boot. Ms Justice didn’t pay her second foot any love, but instead stood Catgirl up. Then she pushed her shiny black latex catsuit over Catgirl’s shoulders. The suit remained tight on her arms and legs, so Ms Justice had to peel her out of it.

“You think it’s hard to remove latex,” Catgirl said. “Try putting it on.”

“I have,” Ms Justice said. “That’s why I don’t wear a latex costume. That and how hot it is.”

Once she got Catgirl out of the catsuit, Ms Justice helped her back into the thigh boots and cincher. She knew what her husband liked. And apparent it was for the women to wear just enough of their costumes to be identifiable as super heroines. And who doesn’t love a woman in stilettos?

Catgirl was led by the hand over to the Man. Ms Justice ordered her to kneel between his legs. He started stroking his cock again, even though Catgirl’s face was so close she could smell his arousal. Her insides got all hot and fluttering, pussy all achy. And then Ms Justice palmed the back of her cowled head, and slowly pushed her down toward his cock. Her other hand took her husband’s member in hand, stroked it a few time, before guiding it to Catgirl’s lips.

“Suck him dry, Catgirl,” Ms Justice whispered.

“Yes, Mistress Justice,” she purred.

Catgirl kissed his dick head first, and then rolled her hot, wet tongue around it a few times. She gave him intense head, making the Man jump and gasp. He tried to grab her head, to control what she did, but his wife slapped his hands away. Instead, Ms Justice took Catgirl’s head in both hands, and forced her down the Man’s shaft. She controlled the other blonde’s rate of bob, slowly forcing Catgirl down the shaft. To Catgirl’s surprise, Ms Justice made her take the Man’s cock all the way down her throat, until her lips wrapped around the base of his dick.

“I’m deep-throating Catgirl!” he cried. “This is so fucking hot.”

“You’re welcome,” Ms Justice purred, and kissed him.

Catgirl pulled back while they were distracted with each other. She pulled all the way back, until just the cock head was in her mouth and gave him intense head again. And he exploded in her mouth. Hot, viscous cum filled her mouth, slathering her tongue. Catgirl started to swallow, but stopped herself.

Pulled off, she got his last shot in the face, dripping down all over her naked tits. Ms Justice looked amused. So Catgirl offered her lips to the other heroine. Ms Justice accepted the invite, and their lips melted together. Catgirl opened the other woman’s mouth with her own, and used her tongue to push all that cum into Ms Justice’s mouth.

“Ah!” Ms Justice cried, pulling away. She stopped to swallow, and then giggled. “Bitch, warn me before you snowball me like that.”

“You’re welcome, my love,” she replied.

The Man took over. He pulled Catgirl up atop the bed, on all fours. Then he moved up behind her, and thrust into her achy little pussy. She cried out in pleasure, lowering her face and shoulders to the bed. Arms stretched out over her head, she clutched the sheets as he reamed her out like a man possessed. Ms Justice knelt on the bed beside them, fondling one of Catgirls boobs, while she kissed her husband.

Catgirl smiled, all warm and mushy inside, tingly outside.

I love being the unicorn. So sweet.

The End