Ms Justice: Tamed and Trained (Part 1) (Patreon)

This Synne City short story is NOT canon. It's is just a fun "What if"

Ms Justice: Tamed and Trained

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril Non Canon Short Story

By JK Waylon

Full red lips spread into a smile as baby blues focused on two groups below. Ms Justice’s heart raced, breathing shallow. She’d worked so long and hard to get there. Now she would mete justice and make a difference in the world.

“Ah, there he is,” she whispered. “Big Frank Tomasi. The boss man himself. It’s going to be so sweet tossing you in jail.”

The Tomasi Family wasn’t the biggest crime organization in Synne City, but they were quite aggressive. Especially toward super heroines. Mostly they were about protection, with some drug trafficking. But what really burned Ms Justice’s buns was their commitment to human trafficking. The Tomasi kidnapped young women, bought and sold women, and kept the local pimps supplied with sexy hookers.

Tonight, according to her favorite informant, Big Frank was selling heroin cut with fentanyl. Powdered death for unwary addicts. So many would’ve died tragically if not for her intervention. That was one drug deal Ms Justice could not take a pass on.

Using her phone, the blonde heroine recorded the drug deal go down. Drugs were presented and tested. Money changed hands. The law was broken and recorded for the court. She paused just long enough to send a message to the Synne City PD, and then stuffed the ultra-thin smartphone down into her right thigh boot. The busty heroine stretched a second, before she vaulted over the side of the building.

Ms Justice dropped super fast, pushed down by her ability to fly. She braked at the last second to hit the ground amid a clatter of stilettos, but barely bending her knees. The men all jumped back, throwing up their hands defensively.

“Halt!” she cried. “You are all under arrest.”

“Mask!” several men screamed.

“I’m more than a simple mask, miscreants,” she said in her deep, commanding Ms Justice voice. “I am the heart of justice! Yield to the law, or suffer the consequences!”

Unsurprisingly, they chose the latter. Always did. Pistols came out, popping off at her. Her Object of Power, the item that let her tap the Otherworld for super powers, blocked the bullets. So five bad guys cried out in shock and pain, wounded by their comrades. She sighed wearily, shaking her head.

“You boys never learn,” she muttered. “So dense.”

Sirens started to wail in the distance, making the thugs all pause.

Big Frank stepped toward her. The Tomasi Family boss was no coward. He fought shoulder-to-shoulder with his men. He at least was smart enough to know better than waste time and effort with a firearm. Instead, he swung the large briefcase full of money at her head. That would ring her bell for sure.

Ms Justice kicked up and around, catching the briefcase and guiding it over her. That left Big Frank’s flank unprotected, so she ducked under a right cross thrown by a thug, and surged at Big Frank. She punched him in the ribs, and then connected an elbow to his face.

Big Frank dropped like a rock, out cold.

She kicked above the downed boss man, connecting with another mobster’s face. And then she was in the air. Ms Justice went after anyone trying to escape. In the dark alley, the bad guys lost track of the super heroine above. She devastated them with fists, knees, and feet to the face and head. Ms Justice had them all on the ground, moaning and groaning in agony within just a few minutes.

And then the cops arrived to place them all in handcuffs.

“You will pay dearly for this, Ms Justice,” Big Frank snarled at her. “I’ll have my pound of flesh out of your ass.”

She rolled her eyes. “Like I haven’t heard that threat ten thousand times. Off to jail with you, Big LoserTomasi.”

Big Frank looked stricken. Finally an insult that hit bone. It felt good to twist their names for a change.

Ms Justice flew over to the city jail to fill out her reports and statements. She met with senior cops and the prosecutor assigned the case. All in the wee hours of the night. The busty blonde ensured everything was in order so the prosecutors would have the easiest case possible. The heroine wanted to ensure Boss Tomasi went to prison as a message to the city’s many other mobsters. So it was predawn when she stepped out of the building to several dozen reporters, both print and television.

“Ms Justice!” a tall male TV reporter shouted. “What are the chances that Big Frank Tomasi will go to prison? You know he’s beat every case brought against him.”

A helicopter flew in above the plaza. Ms Justice frowned up at it. It was beaming down two bright spot lights, each of which kept sweeping across her eyes. Very annoying. More importantly, she knew it was illegal for the press or any other private citizen to fly a helicopter into that plaza. That was much too dangerous.

“I collected audio and video evidence of a major crime, drug distribution, and turned it over to the DA. I have full confidence that between my testimony and the evidence, the DA will finally get that conviction against a major crime leader.”

Both of the helicopter’s spotlights locked on Ms Justice. Half-blinding her. She held up a hand to help shade her eyes a little.

“Does anyone know who owns and operates that helicopter?” she asked. “That’s awful bold of a local TV channel to do. They all know the rules.”

Surprised shouts erupted from the crowd to either side of the super heroine. She looked left, and then right. Men in all black were rushing toward Ms Justice and the cops standing with her. And then something cold pressed against her right butt cheek.

“Oh!” she cried when the object was pressed hard and fast against her firm white flesh, and a needle ejected and penetrated her satiny flesh. She felt the drug flow into her rump, and a flash of heat washed through her. “Oooooh.”

Ms Justice teetered, head spinning. Who injected her? What drug did they hit her with? And then tight, commanding hands seized both arms. Someone behind her pushed down on her head and shoulders, forcing the busty blonde to fall to her knees before the silent, staring press corps. Cameras rolling, they watched the dazed and confused super heroine just kneel and shake her head.

“Ms Justice is done!” a deep, angry male voice shouted above and behind her.

A black-gloved hand came down across her face. Ms Justice’s head rolled back and away. Her drug dazed mind struggled to fathom what was happening. And then the fingers of that hand dug in under the edge of her mask.

And started to pull the mask away.

“No!” she cried. “Don’t. That’s not allowed!”

The evil man ignored her. He pulled the mask off her face so hard and fast pain lanced from her face down. She cried out in distress and pain, but it was too late. TV cameras recorded every second, while the helicopter continued to light up her up so everyone could see her naked face perfectly.

“Kelly Kavanaugh is Ms Justice!” one of the reporters cried in shock. “Holy shit! This is big!”

“Say good-bye, Ms Justice. This is the end for you.”

Her arms were forced back, handcuffed, and then a harness was wrapped around her body and down between her legs. At the same time, the helicopter swooped downward. She spotted a long line dangling below it. One of the black-clad kidnappers caught it, and then connected it to a ring behind her head.

“Go!” their leader shouted.

The helicopter lifted up and away. Ms Justice was yanked up into the air, dangling under it as the men inside slowly reeled her up. That’s when she noticed all of the men in black were dangling below her, also being carried away with her.

Darkness slowly closed in around the shapely heroine as they flew through the night sky. She couldn’t tell if it was the dark, cloudless night, or the drug sucking her down. Her arms and legs hung limp, refusing to move in the slightest. Hell, she was so fucked up she couldn’t even work up any fear or dread, despite knowing her life was over.

The helicopter flew nape of the earth across the city. The drug wouldn’t let her measure time, so she didn’t know how far they went before they slowed and dropped into a palatial estate.

The men and their captive were lowered to more waiting men on the ground. Four men got her out of the harness, and then carried the unresisting super heroine into the mansion’s side door. She was carried into what looked like a dark, dark wood-paneled parlor that reeked of cigar and pipe smoke. Ms Justice was forced to kneel in the middle of that room, surrounded by a dozen large men dressed like movie ninjas.

Her limbs started to tingle, and Ms Justice smiled when she was able to slightly move her right index finger. Given time, she would recover completely. And those fools forgot to take her Object of Power.

The door opened. Two big, grim bodyguard types passed inside, and flanked the door. Then a familiar face entered – Alfonzo Tomasi. Big Frank’s eldest son, called Big Al, was also an underboss of the Tomasi Family. Ms Justice licked her full red lips, baby blues scanning the scary mobster up and down. Big Al stood six foot four, with broad, muscular shoulders, narrow waist, and short brown hair.

“We meet again, Ms Justice,” he sneered. “Or should I say, what a pleasure it is to meet you, Kelly Kavanaugh?”

“You won’t get away with this outrage, Big Al,” she said, eyes narrowing. “It’s not going to take much to figure out who had the most to gain by destroying and kidnapping me. The police and other heroines will be all over you in no time.”

“No doubt,” he said, lifting her chin with a finger to admire her naked face. “But my sister will deal with them.”

She frowned. Why weren’t they worried? Bringing her back to the family estate was the height of stupidity. Big Al wasn’t even trying to stash her in some hidden room or anything.

“Where are we?” Ms Justice asked.

He grinned. “You figured it out. Good for you. We are at an estate we secretly purchased last year. Neither the police nor the city’s super heroines know we own this place. So don’t worry your pretty little head, Kelly. No one is coming to save you. We have you all to ourselves, to do with as we want. And I want to do a lot of really nasty things to you.”

Ms Justice nodded. Her entire body tingled. Not in a good way. She tingled with abject terror. Oh, she managed to keep her face and body relaxed, but the heroine knew it was about to get ugly. Despite still having her enchanted ring, her body was still pitifully weak and unresponsive from the drug. And she was sure they knew exactly how long that drug would keep her under control.

“You might as well just kill me now,” she said, voice quavering. “I will not beg for my life. I know there is no mercy in your heart.”

“Are you kidding? My father would put me in a shallow grave if I put you in one,” Big Al said, grinning lecherously. “Not going to happen. We have much bigger and better plans for your sweet ass, Ms J.” He squatted before her, reached out, and yanked her top down to pop out her large, firm tits. Her breath caught. “And we know how to tame and train you, just like Lady Wrath has done with Dynamo and the Russian chicks.”

Ms Justice’s jaw dropped, eyes huge. “No. Please. I can’t be evil. I must live and d-die a true super heroine.”

Big Al pinched and rolled a perfectly defined pink nipple. Her breath caught, pain and pleasure rippling through her shapely body. Her jaw dropped. She averted her face when he continued to torment her nipples. Then he reached down to drag his fingertips across her nether closure. Across her barely covered pussy.

Oh, she felt that!

“Boys, you won’t be surprised to hear that Miss Kelly is so hot to trot that her shorts are soaked through,” he taunted, catching and holding her eyes. “Yep. She’s leaking like a faucet. Ms Justice is sopping wet and ready to take us all on.” He grabbed her jaw, pulled her closer, and kissed the helpless heroine. “That’s right, just like in all of her other sex tapes, Ms Justice is ready to party all fucking night long.”

Big Al held his hand out. One of the men placed a black leather, silver-studded collar in it. He grinned at her. Someone pulled her waist-length blonde hair back out of the way, while yet another mobster reached in to unsnap and remove her red satin choker. That also took away her last line of defense, the enchanted Truth Medallion.

“Notice the dog tag, or is called a slave tag?” Big Al said, grinning. “See what it says?”

Ms Justice looked at the red dog tag hanging off the collar. SLAVE was engraved. He flipped it around, and she read “Property of the Tomasi Family.”

The Tomasi underboss held her eyes as he slowly wrapped the slave collar around her slender neck, buckling it snugly. She felt that collaring profoundly, her breath whooshing out.

“You will pay dearly for this,” she whispered breathlessly when he pushed the heroine to her back. Her eyes rolled. “Oh God.”

Her back bowed when he pushed her legs wide. A tiny sob escaped her lips when he yanked her shorts to the side, exposing her Brazilian waxed pussy. Big Al unzipped, pulled out his erection, and guided it to her entrance. Ms Justice watched with bated breath, mind in turmoil. Was this the end of her career? Would they really break her, and then brainwash her into their slavish super minion?

She let out a tiny whimper when Big Al pushed the head of his dick into her.

“Mercy!”

He stared down at her, looking so smug and sure of himself.

“So you want mercy?”

“Please.”

“Okay, say “I love you.’”

“What? I can’t…” He pushed in a little deeper. “I love you! I love you!”

He leaned over and kissed her glossy red lips. She returned the brief kiss, afraid to anger him further. By this time Ms Justice was panting furiously, body tingling hot all inside and out. She swallowed hard, licked her lips, and pleaded with her eyes.

“Please. I beg mercy.”

“Now ask me to fuck you.”

“That’s what I’m trying to avoid!” she cried.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want to be gangbanged by all of us?”

She gawked at him, before looking all around. The Tomasi mobsters all grinned with evil delight down at her.

“P-Please fuck me, Big Al,” Ms Justice whispered. “I-I love you. Please fuck me.”

He laughed. “I thought I felt a connection, a hot little something-something between us,” Big Al said. He grabbed her boobs with both hands, even as he leaned over her and prepared to thrust in deep. “Your wish is my desire, Ms Juicy Pussy.”

The mob underboss thrust his full length into her hot, tight wetness. He put all of his considerable weight behind that thrust, so there was no denying or stopping his cock from a full sheath.

“Ugggh!” Ms Justice cried out, eyes huge.

“Holy crap, this bitch is tight,” Big Al cried. “I expected her to be all wallowed out after all those sex tapes she has out on the Web.”

Big Al’s large, rough hands were all over her tits, his lips and teeth on her ears, neck, and shoulders. Ms Justice writhed and cried out, head rocking back and forth. He pounded into her like a crazy man. He fucked her like it was his last day on earth.

Every deep thrust sent wonderful waves of erotic bliss through her body. Every touch spiraled deep into her core. Ms Justice felt her emotional walls crumble a little with every kiss, nibble, and thrust.

The well-hung mobster pushed her closer and closer to the brink. Ms Justice knew she couldn’t stop that climax. Couldn’t stop the Curse of the Amazons from dragging her down, and handing her over to the mobsters on a silver platter. Her thoughts slowed, becoming harder and harder to even form thoughts as her libido spiked.

“Please, tell me one thing,” Ms Justice gasped out in sync with his thrust. “Who betrayed me? I need to know before I’m…” She choked on her words. “…lost to the Curse.”

Big Frank’s son barked a laugh, but continued to hump away. He claimed her lips in a long, passionate kiss. A kiss that almost pushed her over the top. A kiss that left her mind reeling.

“Our number one man in the Synne City PD did the deed, and happily, too,” Big Al sneered. “I think you know Chief Rodger Kane well.”

The Chief of Police betrayed her? Ms Justice reeled. And then she remembered none of the many senior police officers surrounding her at the time of the attack had stepped up to defend her. Not a single one.

“I can’t believe I gave so much to this city, only to be betrayed and defiled.”

“Believe it, sister,” Big Al gasped out.

He flushed red, his thrusts becoming manic. Ms Justice felt her pussy tighten around his shaft, amplifying the intensity for her. Her body instantly responded, starting to buck and wiggle. She grunted with every thrust, until she felt that rise to climax. And then her insides erupted with pure euphoria.

“Aaaaagh,” she screamed. “Mercy! Aaaaggh.”

“Nailed her!” Big Al screamed, and unleashed deep inside the gorgeous super heroine.

Ms Justice slowly relaxed, panting furiously. Her head continued to rock, body shiny with sweat as she quivered like jello. So good. So wonderful. And she hadn’t succumbed to the Curse. She still had a chance.

As best she could tell, the drug they used to capture her had faded. But her wrists remained handcuffed behind her back and struggle as she might, the shapely blonde could not break free of those steel cuffs even with her Object of Power still on her finger.

Big Al finally rolled back to his knees, pulling out of her body. Oh, what a relief that was to her body and libido. She sucked in deep breaths trying to cool her body down, and tamp down on her arousal. But he grinned at her, and then lifted his semi-erect, shiny wet dick for her to see.

“Lick me clean, Ms Justice Whore,” he snarled.

Big Al grabbed the back of her neck, yanked the hapless heroine up onto to her butt, and then pressed his nasty dick in her face. She cut her baby blues up to his smug face. Bile rose to scald her throat, but she reluctantly stuck out her tongue.

Ms Justice started licking his ball sack and shaft while the men all around her laughed and called out salacious taunts. Her face heated up, but she continued. She had to cooperate, or Big Al could unleash all the other men onto her. Her mind and psyche would not survive that ordeal. She’d be lost to the Curse in no time.

He made her lick every square inch of his genitals, and then suck him off until he came again in her mouth. She fell back afterwards, propped up by her elbows, licking her lips and wondering if she’d ever be rid of his foul taste.

“All right, boys, Ms Justice is broken in,” Big Al said. “She’s ready for the rest of you to party in her pussy.”

Ms Justice cried out. Men started pulling off their clothes. But, Big Al said she only had to fuck him. She obeyed, doing everything he asked of her.

Tears welled up in burning eyes. “But you promised they wouldn’t gangbang me if I cooperated and fucked you. I said everything you wanted, and I fucked you. I kept my word to you.”

He leaned over until his nose touched hers, eyes locked with hers. His eyes narrowed, making hers widen further.

“I lied,” Big Al sneered. “What are you going to do about it? Arrest me?”

The mob underboss forced Ms Justice to her knees, before he bent the hapless heroine over. She struggled desperately against her handcuffs, but Big Al ignored that. He snuggled up close, lips against her ear, an arm around her, and both hands fondling her dangling tits. And then two of his big naked goons moved on her. The first mobster dropped down behind Ms Justice. He fondled her butt a few minutes, before she felt his cock head press against her nether lips.

“Can we make a deal?” she cried.

“We have a working arrangement already,” Big Al said. “We’re the masters, and you are the pathetic fuck meat. And we, at least, are good with that arrangement.”

“But…” Her response was cut off by the mobster thrusting into her, his big, fat glans forcing her open and penetrating. “Uggggh!”

Ms Justice’s baby blues rounded. How big was that bastard? He had to be twice as large as Big Al. It actually hurt. He pulled all of the way out, and then thrust in even harder and deeper.

“Ugggh! Mercy!”

“No mercy for you, Kelly ‘Ms Justice’ Kavanaugh.”

That monster cock continued to plow into her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Ms Justice started to believe it was her last day. But after a few minutes the pain muted, then faded, and it all turned into the most intense of pleasure. Soon, the busty blonde was grunting and gasping for a different reason.

“Having fun, Ms Juicy Hole?”

“Mmmm,” was all she could muster.

Her brain wasn’t fully functional. His question did force it to stir, thoughts forming. She looked up to see the other mob goon pressing up close to her face. Her hot, wet tongue slipped out to slide across her full red lips. It was a big dick, bending a little to the left. Dark veins decorated the shaft, with the glans a deep purple with his arousal.

Ms Justice’s mouth opened, forming a perfect “O” as his cock moved toward her face. Her eyes lifted up to his lust-filled face. And then he pressed against her lips, and she opened wider.

“Mmmmmgh,” she moaned when he pushed just his dick head into her mouth.

The shapely super heroine’s lips sealed around that rubbery head, and she started sucking. At the same time, the tip of her tongue teased his piss hole deep in her mouth.

“Suck it like the slavegirl you were born to be,” Big Al whispered in her ear.

She obeyed. It just seemed the right thing to do. Ms Justice was a good girl, so always did the right thing. And then he thrust deeper, to the back of her tongue.

“Mmmm.”

“Wow. No gag reflex? How much dick do you suck, Ms J?” Big Al taunted.

That dick in her mouth was the least of Ms Justice’s concerns. First was that much bigger monster cock reaming out her pussy like the boss of bosses. The goon had her stretched out to the max, and every thrust rang like a bell in the night. His strokes reverberated throughout her body, mind, and psyche. Her insides melted into a hot, fluttery mess and she filled with the sexiest tingles.

As he pushed the gorgeous blonde closer and closer to Nirvana, Ms Justice’s mind became slower and slower. Thoughts became a struggle. Too hard. Just relax and enjoy.

“Ms Justice, look at me.”

Her eyes remained closed.

“Kelly, look at me.”

Her eyes remained closed.

“This is just a little demonstration to prove to you that we know how to brainwash Amazon super heroines like you,” Big Al said with a big smile. “You are a slave now. You will obey. You will be brainwashed to obey.”

His words reverberated throughout her mind and soul. Hot tears leaked out, rolling down her now pink cheeks.

“You are a worthless cunt,” Big Al sneered. “You are only good for fucking. You are just fuck meat to everyone you know. And when we’re through you will obey without question and fuck anyone we say.”

She moaned, her insides ramping up suddenly. The cock in her mouth chose that time to push hard, forcing its way into her throat. At the same time, both cocks fucking her started ramming in harder and faster. And that surge to climax consumed her.

“Aaaaagggh!” Ms Justice screamed around the cock halfway down her throat.

Her insides trembled with the afterglow. And then she erupted again as the men continued to fuck her relentlessly.

“Aaaagggh!”

“Don’t worry, super slut,” Big Al whispered in her ear. “I’m not going to brainwash you yet. The boss will have the honor of breaking your spirit and taming you when he’s released. Believe me, he will enjoy it a hundred times more than I ever would.”

Those two mob goons spit-roast fucked her for what seemed like an eternity. Ms Justice’s mind went blank long before they finished. Her mind open to suggestion. Her very psyche malleable and ready to be made into anything they wanted.

But they waited and just fucked her.

“Fire in the hole,” the first goon shouted, and shot his wad deep inside her. Then he pulled out to shoot twice more across her trembling butt cheeks. “That was a justifiably amazing fuck.”

That’s when the man reaming out her throat suddenly pulled out. He unleashed a torrent of hot, sticky cum in her face. Ms Justice took that salacious abuse with a beatific smile, eyes glazed over. She barely reacted to the next two men to move into position. It was a long gangbang.

~**~**~

Ms Justice’s baby blues fluttered open, but she couldn’t move otherwise. A tiny whimper escaped. She blinked until her eyes focused on an unfamiliar, dark chamber. There was a lot of shadowy furnishings in there, but oddly placed. Everything was arranged too far apart to have cozy seating groups.

BDSM dungeon, she thought, heart suddenly racing. I’ve been captured by the Tomasi!

The busty blonde’s teeth sank into the red rubber ball stuffed into her mouth. She felt multiple straps holding it securely in place: one under her chin, two wrapping around her head, and another going over her head, splitting over her nose before attaching to the two silver rings to either side of the ball gag.

Her jaw ached from being forced open too wide for too long. It forced her jaw so wide that she couldn’t swallow, so drool filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin. A small pool continued to fill on the floor below. No help for any of that until after the ball gag was removed. Her eyes close, realizing the ball gag would only be removed so they could shove dicks into her mouth.

The thought of cocks made her pause. Ms Justice did her best to evaluation her physical condition and level of danger. First, her jaw was the only pain she was experience. They never removed her Object of Power, though Big Al did acknowledge they knew it was her wedding band.

So the sons of bitches are allowing it to heal me so they can have round two with a full-strength Ms Justice, she thought.

Even worse, they had her locked down tightly and securely. Her wrists were no longer handcuffed behind her back, but she woke to find herself in a bondage device. Since she didn’t remember being brought to the S&M Dungeon, then they’d waited until they fucked her unconscious.

She wondered if they locked her down in the same position as her initial gangbang as a taunt and reminder of the previous morning. She was forced into a modified all fours position: resting on her elbows and knees. Her forearms were locked down with steel cuffs at her wrists and elbows. Her legs were similarly secured with cuffs just below the knees and around her ankles. A short post rose up below her neck, with a steel collar that held her neck and head into position. And the final insult and salacious act: an anal hook was forced up her ass, with a rope attached to the slave collar around her neck. The anal hook abused her ass while pulling her head way back so the men had easy access to her mouth.

“Oh!” she gasped, noticing the wall before her.

Ms Justice looked longingly upon her costume. From the top down, they’d thumb-tacked up her mask, choker, bustier, and shorts. Her opera gloves hung to either side of the display. The display would be complete when they finally removed her thigh boots.

She struggled with all her might for a few, but finally gave up while struggling for air through her nose. Even with her Object of Power still on, Ms Justice was no match for good steel. They had her and she wasn’t going anywhere. That displayed costume was more than a battle trophy, it was an in-your-face taunt directed at her. There everything was, so close yet so far. Just out of reach, as was freedom.

There was no clock that Ms Justice could see, but vaguely remembered Big Al mentioning it was almost time for lunch. She passed out shortly after that.

How long have I been passed out? Is it nighttime already? The next day?

For a second she panicked, afraid she’d be late for work. Or miss it entirely. Then she remembered exactly what went down during her capture. Her heart sank into her stomach and her blood ran cold.

They unmasked me in front of all those reporters and cameras. I’m toast. The world knows who I am, what I am, she thought. I’m ruined even if I manage to escape my fate.

Ms Justice couldn’t imagine the entire world not knowing the Tomasi Family was responsible for her unmasking and kidnapping. But they couldn’t prove it unless she escaped, or the city’s super heroines rescued her. And the Tomasi had proven clever enough to avoid super heroine intervention.

The faint sound of a slamming door made her freeze, eyes huge. That was a reminder that her captors, her tormentors, were still in the house and awake. Waiting… For what?

Big Frank’s release, she thought. His brat son said he wasn’t going to break her spirit yet, because that right belonged to the Tomasi Family boss. Then she heard laughing men.

Are they closer?

Ms Justice’s body wiggled and writhed within that tight bondage. Yeah, it remembered what they did to her earlier. While her abused orifices might be healed, she wasn’t ready for round two yet. Or ever.

My psyche can’t survive another round like that, she thought. Round two would be much worse for her. It was unlikely she’d still be a super heroine afterwards. Ms Justice couldn’t dwell on that, for the outcome was too frightening to contemplate.

I have to find a way to escape and…

A door opened behind her, the lights came on to stab at her eyes, and then she heard heavy male footsteps approaching. Her breath caught, heart hammering. Ms Justice’s eyes scanned back and forth frantically.

Dark-suited men swarmed around her, all looking down upon her with lusty, satisfied expressions. She recognized faces, placing them with dicks. Dick’s that plowed her pussy and mouth many times each. And then Big Al moved around them to approach her. He locked eyes with her, a vicious grin on his face.

“Good, you’re awake,” Big Al said. “Good news, Ms Justice Kelly, my father has been released on bail. He’s eager to… Share a special moment with you.”

Big Al stepped aside, and she looked to her left as Big Frank Tomasi came around the goons. He was not smiling. Big Frank looked grim, but pleased. There was no joy in his eyes, despise the grim smile. A lump formed in her throat, but the ball gag denied her the ability to swallow it.

“Get a camera in here,” Big Frank said. “I want a short video of her like this posted on the Web. Make sure you get good shots of her drooling, looking so miserable.”

A cameraman arrived a few minutes later. Everyone moved back as he started filming, her pinned up costume on the wall the first to be shot.

“How ‘bout dat,” the cameraman said. “Ms Justice’s costume on display. A battle trophy to treasure for years and decades to come.”

The cameraman turned the camera back at her, putting her stressed face in frame first. He slowly circled her, while providing commentary for the video.

“And look at her now. Ms Justice, once the most glorious, most gorgeous of all the super-ego heroines is reduced to this groveling, pathetic wretch. Look at all that drool! See how it’s pooling on the floor? Ha! How the mighty have fallen.”

Moving to her side, he zoomed in on her pendulous tits, and the actually device holding her so securely. While holding the camera, he reached out into frame and palmed a fat tit, giving it a squeeze, before pinching and pulling the nipple.

“That nips rock hard, folks. These super sluts LOVE being captured, bound, and fucked raw. They live for it. Rough sex is their drug of choice.”

He turned the camera to her well-rounded butt, and then her long, thigh-booted legs as he moved to shoot straight up between her legs.

“Oh, man, that anal hook is rocking her boat right now,” he crowed. “Look how her pussy is leaking! See the big puddle of cum and girl juices on the floor? Wow. I think we all can see just what a horny little fuck puppy that Kelly ‘Ms Justice’ Kavanaugh is and always has been.” He zoomed in super close to her pussy, which had a long rope of comingled man and girl cum dangling halfway to the floor. “I’ve never seen such a wanton whore before.”

The cameraman continued around her, to get every square inch of her humiliating defeat and fate recorded for eternity. “And there she is. Ms Justice, once arguably Synne City’s premier super heroine, now just a pathetic piece of fuck meat for her masters to pass around.”

“I want that posted right away,” Big Frank said. “And e-mail me a copy of the video.”

“You got it, boss.”

Ms Justice’s eyes widened as the big boss stepped closer. He stroked her cheek, studying her face intently, memorizing everything.

“Funny thing is, Kelly, I really loved you and your show,” he said. “I know you came down hard on me and others like me, but you were a take no prisoners, kickass woman. And you were so damned hot looking doing it. I watched you everything night, Monday through Friday.” He shrugged. “It’s kind of sad I won’t be able to watch you do your stupid little shtick anymore. But at least I can nail your ass anytime I want. There’s that.”

His men chuckled darkly.

Big Frank patted her cheek, before stepping to the side to examine her more closely. He ran his fingers through her silky blonde hair, tugged on the anal hook to make her grunt and wiggle her butt, and then fondled her shapely butt.

Thwack!

“Look how that bootie quivers,” Big Frank said. “I can’t wait to watch my girl Drea paddle that ass.”

Drea? Ms Justice racked her brain. Who was Drea? Not his daughter, who was named Isabella Olivia. Then she remembered his mistress, Andrea Tucci. The redheaded stripper had become the mob boss’s full time mistress. A kept woman.

Big Frank moved around directly behind her. She gasped when his fingers poked around her uber sensitive pussy. Then he spread her folds, making her heart sink into her stomach again.

Oh no. Not again.

“Look at that juicy cunt,” he sneered. “All wallowed out, I hear. Still, I can’t resist it. Fucking Ms Justice is just too big a deal.”

He unzipped, making gooseflesh ripple up her spine and across her shoulders. She started panting through her nose, body starting to tingle inside and out. She didn’t think he’d be the only one to fuck her. Nope. Big Frank was just the first in round two. Maybe her final round as a free-willed woman.

The mob boss pressed up close to her butt. His cock head pushed up past her folds, into her slit, and then up against her entrance. Right there. Poised to pound her into submission. Ms Justice felt lightheaded, insides already hot, mushy, and fluttery in anticipation of a long, sound fucking. Her panting breath came loudly through her nose.

He pressed harder, and she felt her vagina open up to him. His big, fat glans pushed inside, that penetration hitting her harder emotionally than physically. But she grunted at how much he stretched her out. Big Frank surprised her by just stopping and savoring the moment of penetration.

The mob boss stared down at his cock, head inside the hated super heroine. What a moment. The woman that arrested him, that beat him down, was his slave. His plaything. His fucktoy. Ms Justice would forever be his to command from that moment onward. She would fight or fuck on his command. With her super powers, Big Frank would make himself Synne City’s Boss of Bosses.

He grabbed a big fistful of hair right at the back of her head, and yank. Ms Justice cried out in fear and pain, making him all warm and tingly inside.

“I am your master, woman,” he growl. Big Frank thrust his full length into her, pulling a loud grunt out of the hapless heroine. “With this cock I proclaim my authority over you. I claim you, Ms Justice, body and soul. I own you, and before me and my boys finish with your ass today, you will know it in your very bones.”

He pulled his full length out, and slammed it back in again. Over and over. Ms Justice stared incredulously up at her pinned costume. That battle trophy hammered home the fact she was defeated, lost, and couldn’t escape her fate as much as that fat cock reaming out her pussy. And Big Frank was pounding her into submission. She knew it. Hated it. Dreaded it. But she couldn’t deny it, either.

I can’t believe it ends like this, she thought. I deserve better!

For thirteen years, Ms Justice ruled the mean streets of Philadelphia. Not one capture. Not even one defeat, much less capture and defilement. And then she transferred to Synne City, and everything went off the rails.

Big Frank leaned forward until he was lying atop her. His cock continued to plow into her, slow and steady like a man savoring the moment. His moment of ultimate victory. And then his hands came down and around to grab her jostling tits. He fondled her, his hands rough on her tender tits.

“Best tits of all the city’s heroines,” Big Frank said, his voice deeper and filled with desire. “I want her tongue, nipples, and clit pierced as soon as possible. Today.”

“I’ll get someone over,” Big Al said, grinning down at her wolfishly. “You want to brand her? Maybe a tramp stamp tat that says she is your property?”

“I like how you think, boy,” the boss said. “Make it happen.”

Big Al moved away, phone to his ear. Ms Justice squeezed her eyes shut. There was nothing she could do to stop them. She’d never felt so vulnerable before. So helpless. Was that how the hookers felt while being dominated by their masters, their pimps?

Something changed inside. She felt her body winding up. Rising closer and closer to release. And then Big Frank started thrusting faster and faster. His hands squeezed her tits harder, before starting to pinch and roll her nips. Everything he did pushed her closer, stroked her fire, energized her libido.

A vision of herself in full costume waiting on Big Frank hand and foot, his obedient slavegirl, flashed before her mind’s eyes. She gasped, the last of her emotional walls crumbling in a mad rush. And she spiked just like that, her core erupting with fiery pleasure.

“Aaaaggghh!”

Big Frank continued to thrust into her like crazy. He pressed his lips to her ear, and kissed it.

“You are mine, Ms Justice. My slave. My fucktoy.”

Those words! Those terrible words reverberated through her body, mind, and psyche. Ms Justice felt herself slipping. Melting. And then he thrust in deep and held it. Hot wetness filled her womb. And her body went over the top again.

“Aaaagggh,” she screamed around the ball gag.

The mob boss didn’t stop fucking her. He forced her to come two more times before he finally went limp. And then he went to work on her with a huge vibrating dildo. Ms Justice didn’t know how many times he forced her to climax after that. Her mind stilled after the third orgasm, waiting to be filled. And Big Frank knew what to say.

He removed her ball gag, before whispering into Ms Justice’s ear.

“You’re a good girl, right?”

Her mind stirred. A question? What was the answer? Oh, it’s easy.

“Yes. I’m a good girl.”

Big Frank took another moment to make her come again, asking his next question while she was basking in the afterglow, body still quivering.

“Obedience is good, Kelly, so… Good girls always… What?”

Obedience was good. Kelly was good. So she must obey.

“Obey. Good girls obey,” Ms Justice said. “I obey.”

“Yes you are my good girl, Kelly,” he said, and kissed her ear. She smiled, eyes remaining glazed. He forced her to climax once more. “Okay, boys, Ms Justice is TAMED! I give her to you to train. She’s all yours. Fuck her stupid. Fuck her into submission. Melt her brain forever.”

Ms Justice as freed from the bondage device. The anal hook was removed, making her sigh in relief. Then Big Frank watched her pulled to her red booted feet, where she teetered atop her stilettos. She looked so discombobulated, so vulnerable it made him all tingly inside.

“This is the greatest moment of my life,” he whispered.

The men started to fight over her. They pushed the busty beauty around, grabbing and kissing her, fondling her, slapping her sweet bootie. She squeaked and cried out like some helpless bimbo, all the fight already fucked out of her. Which reminded him.

“Hold on,” Big Frank commanded. “One last thing.”

Ms Justice stood between two henchmen, each holding onto an arm. She blinked at him as he approached. Big Frank lifted her left hand. He paused to admire her wedding set. Very pretty, but very understated too. It was obvious she was married while both she and her husband were poor. And she was sentimental enough to not upgrade to anything fancier.

“I’ll take these rings,” he said. The engagement ring wasn’t enchanted, but why allow her anything of her former life and happiness? Her future duties and devotions were to him, not her husband. He slipped he rings off her finger without trouble. She wasn’t coherent enough to put up a fight anyway. “Now you are depowered, Ms Justice. I’ll just put this in my safe for now. You’ll get the wedding band back once you’ve proven yourself completely loyal.”

Ms Justice nodded. Barely understanding what he said. Everything was so confusing. Why did those men keep yanking her around? Why couldn’t they be nice to her?

“Come on, Ms J,” one of her handlers growled into her ear. “Let’s go to the game room. We’re all eager to have another go at your tight pussy.” He forced a finger up her still loose butt hole. “And maybe we’ll tap that ass, too.”

“Oh,” she cried, back bowing as she rose up on her tip toes.

“Who’s a good girl?” Big Frank asked.

“I’m a good girl,” she answered without hesitation. “Must obey.”

They started to move forward before she realized what they were doing. Ms Justice over-balanced, and fell off her heels. She fell sideways, landing on her butt. The men laughed. She whimpered, rolling onto her knees. And she looked up to find a bulging crotch in her face.

“Oh. Must be good,” she whispered, and unzipped him.

Everyone around her froze. Ms Justice fished his cock out. Semi-erect, but large. So she started licking, kissing, nuzzling, before she wrapped a hand around his base and squeezed. She made a tiny happy sound when he stiffened a little more. The hapless heroine started to stroke that cock, up and down his long, fat shaft. He got rock hard super fast. So she smiled, leaned in close, and took his dick head in her mouth.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, giving him head.

“That boys, is what you get from a super heroine in the grips of the Curse of the Amazons,” Big Frank laughed. “Enjoy. She will do her very best to please one and all of you now. Once tamed like that, heroines are very easy to train.”

Ms Justice loved how the man gasped and groaned, almost as much as she could make him jump and cry out. He palmed the back of her head, which gave her comfort. He really did like her, liked what she could do for him. So she tried harder to please.

“Oh, hell yes!” the man cried when she went down on him.

She sucked and bobbed up and down his shaft, working her tongue, lips, and magic suction. It didn’t take long to get him off after that. Ms Justice moaned and groaned, body wiggling happily, when he flooded her mouth with hot, viscous cum.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, swallowing every drop before pulling off to lick her lips.

“Did I make you happy?” she asked.

“Very, slave,” he said. “Very happy.”

Ms Justice blinked up at him. Slave? Her outlook on life, and her station, shifted.

“Thank you, Master.”

She smiled brightly when all of the men laughed, slapping each other on the back. Pleasing her masters was good. Good girls pleased, and obeyed.

The men grab her arms, fast walking the vanquished masked vigilante out of the dungeon. That’s when she discovered the dungeon was a room off the basement game room. She looked around. There was a well-stocked bar on one wall, a few super heroine costumes displayed in shadow boxes on the wall.

Mine will be up there soon.

There weren’t any bondage devices to bind her into, but her eyes locked on a small round stage in the middle of the room. The stripper pole stood in the middle, with lots of chairs and sofas surrounding it. And they took her straight over.

Instead of forcing her up onto the stage, one of the goons bent Ms Justice over a couch. He spread her butt cheeks wide, and thrust up her ass.

“Ugggh” she cried out, stiletto-heeled feet kicking in the air to either side of him. “Oh, Master!”

The big mob goon didn’t give her any time to adjust. He slammed in like a madman right off, forcing his cock balls deep before she knew it. Ms Justice squawked and cried out for mercy, kicking and wiggling the entire time. He held the depowered heroine down easily, reaming her out with gusto. And then it all changed, and she felt that rise to climax take her.

“YES!” she screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck… Aaaagh.”

As soon as he shot his wad deep inside her, Ms Justice was pulled over onto the couch. Another mobster waited, already naked. She had to straddle his lap, where he immediately impaled her on his cock. The heroine held onto his shoulders, while kissing him over and over, and riding that dick to glory. But then another man pressed up behind her, and thrust up her butt.

Her eyes rolled up, and Ms Justice didn’t remember much after that.

End of Part 1