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Ms Justice: Tamed and Trained (Part 2)

The music was 80s hair band rock and roll. That base thumped her chest. Ms Justice kicked up high, and then swung that red thigh-booted leg around the stripper pole. The momentum pulled her along to spin around the pole for the ten thousandth time that day and night. The vanquished vigilante wiggled, shook her tits, and spun around the pole until the song ended.

Silence.

Ms Justice’s pole dance slowly wound to a stop. “Master?”

She looked around the game room. Men in their boxers and briefs filled every couch and chair around the small stage. One and all sound asleep. Some with mouths open, snoring away.

Ms Justice stood there and blinked at them. Her low-performance slave brain struggled to comprehend. But it finally dawned on the shapely super heroine. She was effectively free to go. And then she panicked. What should she do? Where should she go?

The Tomasi Family had unmasked her and told the world that Kelly Kavanaugh was Ms Justice. They proved it with video. Kelly was too big a star to fly under the radar. Everyone either loved or hated her. Could she really go into the super heroine protection program and completely vanish from the public eye?

I’ll have to shave my head and get facial tattoos, she thought.

Her baby blues fell upon Jimmy’s cock. The mob goon was seven feet of muscle and dumb, but that monster cock rocked her world. He must’ve been dreaming about fucking her, because Jimmy was smiling and thrusting his hip. The man’s dick was rock hard and half its length was sticking above his underwear’s waistband.

“Mmm,” she moaned, licking her lips and remembering how wonderfully painful that cock felt inside her. He broke her every single time with that bitch tamer. “You can tame my bitch any…”

Ms Justice froze. What was wrong with her? Mental conditioning? Probably, but the Curse didn’t have her at the moment. Still, her pussy throbbed and ached, making her want to wake Jimmy and get it on.

Must be strong, she thought, turning her eyes to the dungeon door. The busty blonde threaded carefully through the packed mobsters, terrified to so much as touch one of them. Her escape attempted ended the second one of one of the men woke up. So she had to hurry.

Once past the men, she sped up to a fast walk into the dungeon. Her breath caught, skin tingling. Her costume remained tacked to the wall. Ms Justice didn’t remain frozen in place long before she rushed the wall. She had every item down and on her body in a flash, except the mask. She didn’t have any fashion glue to hold it in place.

Snapping the red satin choker around her neck, “Everyone here knows my secret. I don’t need the mask.”

Ms Justice took the mask with her anyway.

Slipping out of the basement, Ms Justice stopped to consider the front door. Beyond it was at least the chance of escape and a sad sort of freedom. Going into hiding for the rest of her life wasn’t any kind of freedom she wished to impose on her husband, but it was the best she could offer. And then she looked up the grand stairs.

“Big Frank has my wedding rings,” she whispered. “My Object of Power. Robert and I will be a lot safer if I have super powers.”

Her hands curled into fists. Kicking Big Frank’s criminal ass wasn’t a priority. It was the icing on the cake. And he took her Object of Power away to keep in his safe.

Ms Justice headed up the stairs, stilettos quiet on the strip of carpet up the middle. She found ten doors off the second floor hallway. All closed. But there was only one set of double doors. She smiled at those doors.

My Master’s bedroom, she thought, and stopped. No no, he’s not my master. Must remember that. He is a bad, bad man. He must be punished. Not my master.

After a few deep breaths to calm her raging libido, Ms Justice concentrated on the task to complete. She had to be fast and efficient. Get in. Get the wedding set. Fly away. Once she was home, she could gather up Robert and a few treasured possessions…

Vanish into obscurity. How sad.

Ms Justice crept up to the double doors. They were closed. She pressed her ear to the door and listened for any sounds. Her full red lips curled into a grim smile when she heard snoring. So with excruciating care, the busty heroine gripped the door knob and turned. Then she pushed it open, following the door inside. Her baby blues locked on two shapes side-by-side in the king-sized bed.

Biting her lip, she just as carefully closed the bedroom door. What happens in this bedroom, stays in this bedroom.

That thought made her grin. Nothing good would happen in there. At least not for Big Frank. His little playmate probably wasn’t going to be happy, either.

She scowled at the woman in bed with Big Frank. Andrea “Drea” Tucci was his current mistress. Yeah, Big Frank had a wife of thirty years. But the redheaded, blue-eyed stripper was the mob boss’s current pretty young thing. Ms Justice shook her head.

Drea’s so stupid, she thought. Everyone knows his mistresses all vanish into sexual slavery when he tires of them. What is she thinking?

Keen blue eyes scanned the room. She spotted his clothes on the floor. Ms Justice checked them, but no pistol. So she stood and looked around some more. There. On the nightstand. Glock 17. The heroine smiled as she hurried over.

The pistol was heavy in her hand. She usually only handled firearms while empowered and disarming bad guys. At normal human strength, she understood just how heavy that chunk of steel and plastic actually was in hand.

Stepping up close to the bed, Ms Justice quickly charged the pistol, ejecting a round, and then thrust it into Big Frank’s wide open, snoring mouth. His eyes popped open, big and round.

“Heh?” Drea cried. “Stop that, you stupid bitch!”

Ms Justice worried the ignorant stripper would attack, and possibly make her accidently pull the trigger. She didn’t want to kill Big Frank. Not exactly. So she shifted, over the bed, and lashed out with a savage kick to Drea’s head. The stripper collapsed back onto the bed.

“Better,” Ms Justice whispered, pressing her face down close to the mobster’s. “You know how jealous I get when you fuck other women. Bad boy. Bad, bad boy.”

She kissed his cheek. Then her eyes turned to steel.

“I’m in a hurry, loverboy,” she said, her tone cold and all business. “Are you going to cooperate? Or should I just pull the trigger now?”

He nodded.

“Good boy,” she said. “You might not be as dumb as I thought.”

Ms Justice slowly pulled the pistol out of the mobster’s mouth, but then pressed it up under his chin. Big Frank swallowed hard, but his expression was anger.

“What is wrong with you, whore?” he demanded. “I am your master. Obey me. Give me the gun.”

“Nice try,” she said. Ms Justice slipped her hand under the sheet, round his cock, and gave it a squeezed. “But no cigar for me. So sad.”

She slipped off the bed, holding the pistol under his chin. “Come, Master. Show me your safe.”

“Safe? Oh, I see. You want your Object of Power. You know, I’m feeling less and less cooperative. I kind of like you depowered and – Ugh.”

A fist to his balls shut him up. Big Frank’s eyes rolled up, and he looked like he would puke for a few seconds.

“You know, Lil Dick, no jury would convict me for murdering your ass after what you and your boys did to me over the last twenty odd hours. So I’d be a lot nicer to me if I were you. My trigger finger is quite itchy.”

Face still screwed up, the mob boss nodded.

“Where is the safe with my Object of Power?”

“Closet,” he gasped out.

“Shall we?” she asked, now smiling.

“What are you? Some kind of psycho?”

“If I am, it’s became you made me crazy. But I’m not patient, so…”

Ms Justice forced Big Frank out of the bed. Of course he was buck ass naked. She found it so hard to not stare at his cock. Her mouth watered, while her core melted into a hot mess. God, she wanted to please him so much. But she tapped strength deep down and soldiered onward.

“Lead the way, O Master,” she taunted.

Calling him “master” made her breath catch. It didn’t help her emotional situation. Their brainwashing had progressed more than she’d realized. So Ms Justice shut up and just urged the crouched-over man, still holding his brutalized balls, toward the closet. He could only muster a shuffle.

“Time is of the essence,” she said.

The closet was spacious. Bigger than hers, which she thought quite large. She spotted the safe in the back wall. Big Frank shuffled up to it. It took a little more urging, but he started spinning the dial. It only took him a moment to unlock the safe.

“And there’s your Objet de désir.”

Ms Justice’s eyes looked past him, into the safe. She noticed multiple rings and necklaces, but didn’t recognize her two ring set yet. As she squinted, focus narrowing, Big Frank spun to face her. His forearm smashed her gun hand to the side, before a brutal fist smashed into her face.

The hapless heroine had half a second to realize how terribly she’d fucked up, and then darkness sucked her down. She lay spread eagle on the closet floor at Big Frank’s feet. He glared down at her a long moment, still rubbing his aching balls.

“No more games, Ms Justice,” he snarled, eyes narrowing. “I’m putting you under my thumb permanently as of now.”

He fetched a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand, and then rolled the unconscious heroine onto her belly. After snapping the cuffs on, wrists locked behind her back, he stood and glared down at her a long moment. She looked so serene while unconscious. He didn’t like that at all.

“Get your lazy ass up and moving, cunt.”

He kicked her in the ribs until she woke up and rolled onto her back. Grabbing a fistful of blonde hair, the mob boss dragged Ms Justice to her feet. She shook her head, knees wobbly. He shoved her toward the door.

“Get moving,” he snarled.

Head down, she turned and headed out of the closet with a soft whimper. He tripped her out of pure meanness and anger. Ms Justice face-planted. He dragged her back up, shoving her toward the bedroom doors. Drea was stirring by that time.

“What happened?” Drea croaked out.

“Ms Justice tried to escape,” he snarled, and tripped her again. Big Frank grinned at the sob that escaped when she face-planted again. Then he kicked her between the legs, before jerking her back up onto her feet. “It looks like my boys weren’t enough to put this bitch down permanently. But I got something that will do the job quite nicely. Bought just for this purpose.”

“Ooo, tell me,” Drea asked, now all excited.

“Come and see.”

Big Frank continued to shove and trip Ms Justice all the way down to the basement. She was more than a little unsteady on her feet as she entered the BDSM dungeon. She looked around, dread filling her heart and soul. Being passed around and gangbanged was incredibly stressful and soul-crushing, but being bound tightly in bondage furniture magnified it tenfold.

Ms Justice was guided back to the device she’d awakened within earlier that morning. And while Drea held her at gunpoint, Big Frank stripped the captured heroine out of her bustier, shorts, and choker. The handcuffs ensured the gloves remained on for the moment. And she got to keep the boots because they reminded him that she was Ms Justice, super heroine extraordinaire.

“Kneel.”

Ms Justice’s belly clinched, throat tightened, and she nodded. The blonde beauty slowly dropped to her knees before her master, eyes downcast. His left hand slowly touched her temple, before pushing deep into her silky tresses. Big Frank then palmed the back of her head. Ms Justice looked up timidly to find a face filled with dark lust. She swallowed the lump in her throat as his free hand lifted his erection to her lips.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, Ms Justice?”

She licked her lips, glancing at the cock right there in her face. She slanted a look over at Drea. The redhead was grinning, looking eager to start. Then she tugged on her handcuffed wrists.

“I beg mercy, Master,” she whispered. He looked unmoved. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “I-I am y-yours, Master.”

“Yes you are,” Big Frank sneered, and pressed his cock to her lips. Ms Justice opened her mouth without struggle or protest, allowing him to thrust in without resistance. Her eyes closed, and the heroine began to suck and bob her head. “And you will remain my slave, my property, until the day you die.”

Ms Justice worked her tongue, lips, and suction to best effect, and quickly pushed her master over the top, despite that earlier fist to the nuts. He flooded her tongue, and she dutifully swallowed every last drop and licked her lips afterwards. Then he forced her to crawl over to the bondage device, and get her legs resting in the open steel cuffs below her knees and at her ankles.

Big Frank gathered up all her long, silky hair, forced her to bend over at the hips, and guided her neck into the steel collar on the device. Drea stepped forward quickly and locked the steel collar around Ms Justice’s slender neck. Only then did he remove the handcuffs. He locked her left arm into the cuffs below, while Drea did the same to the right arm.

“Ball gag the cunt,” Big Frank commanded. “No, make it a ring gag. That way we can enjoy a random BJ while she’d locked down in training.”

Training? Ms Justice felt dread well up even more. What does that mean? What kind of training is given while I’m locked into tight bondage? Sexual training? BDSM sex training? Slave training?

Drea returned quickly. The helpless heroine started to resisted, but quickly gave up. What was the point? They were going to get the gag in eventually, and probably after delivering a lot of pain and punishment to her body. So she just let Drea gag her. The ring gag opened her mouth just as wide as the ball gag, and was even more uncomfortable in her mouth.

And then she heard a rolling, squeaking sound behind her. The stationary collar held her head securely, only allowing her to look forward. The odd sound came closer and closer. Her fertile imagination went wild on what it could be. Each wicked idea worst and more frightening than the last.

“What?” she finally asked. The ring gag didn’t silence her, but her words came out slurred. It made it impossible to articulate an entire sentence. “What is that?”

“Hush. Slaves are to be seen, not heard,” her master said.

Big Frank’s return was followed by a flurry of activity behind her. She heard lots of bangs and clicks and snaps. It sounded like they were locking something down. But what?

“Bring me a tube of lube,” Big Frank said, and Drea hurried to the side table across the dungeon.

Lube? Ms Justice thought. Oh, fuck me.

A few minutes later, the heroine gasped with something cold and wet pressed up against her hot, tingling folds.

Fucking machine! God help me! I can’t… I just can’t.

Mind in turmoil, knowing the end of all free thought was about to end, Ms Justice panted furiously, heart racing, while that evil man and woman prepped her and the fucking machine. A moment later, a ginormous, well-lubricated dildo was slowly forced into her hot tightness.

That’s as big as Jimmy!

That thought made her swoon. The poor heroine lay limply in the bondage device, mind in utter chaos, panting and sweating bullets. And then they doubled the trouble by pressed a second dildo against her anus.

“Oooooooh,” she cried when that monster dildo was forced up her poop chute.

“Hey, Big Daddy,” Drea purred behind her. “May I? Pretty please.”

Big Frank laughed. “I like it, Drea. Do it.”

Do what? Is this about… Nononono!

Drea snapped an especially tight and painful nipple clamp on Ms Justice’s right nipple. The helpless beauty bucked and writhed, but she couldn’t move half an inch in any direction. There was no way for her to remove that instrument of torture. And then Drea locked another nipple clamp to her left nip.

“Aaaiiee!” she screamed through the ball gag. “Mercy!”

“No mercy for you, Ms Stupid Cunt,” Big Frank snarled. “Tomorrow, your nipples and clit will be pieced, and my brand tattooed on the small of your back. You are my property forever, woman. No escape. I suggest you stop fighting it, relax, and let the magic happen.”

Before she could figure out what that meant, the mobster slid a helmet over her head. There was a 3D virtual reality screen before her eyes and speakers in her ears.

The screen lit up, and then she saw a naked blonde kneeling between two naked men. She was taking turns on their cocks, sucking one a moment, then the other. And that’s when the brainwashing program really started.

“You are an Amazon. The Curse of the Amazons is proof that you were literally born to serve men and be fucked. You body is built for men’s maximum pleasure, and you love sex in every flavor. You were born to be a fuck slave and obey men.”

Before her mind could process that Big Frank switched on the fucking machine. She heard the chugging sound in the background behind the brainwashing program, but mostly felt both monster dildos start to pump in and out of her two holes. As one thrust in, the other pulled out. A long, soulful groan bubbled out of the doomed super heroine.

This is beyond anything…

“Good night, Ms Justice,” Big Frank’s voice invaded over the brainwashing program. “I’ll see you at breakfast. Enjoy. By morning I suspect your brain will be mush, and you will be totally incapable of even thinking about escape.”

And then all Ms Justice had was those two pumping dildos, and that brainwashing program filling her head with the scariest thoughts and beliefs.

~**~**~

Two weeks later…

Ms Justice strode into the small chamber. It was her master’s smoking room, where he enjoyed cigars. Her master sat in his favorite chair, with his son Big Al and his daughter, Isabella Olivia, to either side. Both men wore dark suits and red ties, while Isabella Olivia wore a tight red bandage dress, with plunging neckline, and match stiletto pumps. All three were smoking cigars.

The former heroine stopped before her master in full super heroine costume, sans mask. She hadn’t worn the mask since her capture. It wasn’t necessary anymore.

“Master, how may I please you?”

“I understand you almost captured Catgirl for me earlier, but lost her?”

“I beg your forgiveness, Master, but Lady Wrath, Domino, and Angel jumped us just as I captured and depowered Catgirl. I never saw them coming, and I barely escaped capture myself,” she said. “I’m afraid Lady Wrath will be adding Catgirl to her Amazon harem.”

“Damn, I really wanted Catgirl,” he said, scowling into space a moment. “Fine. Concentrate of capturing Kunoichi or Asha from now on. Adding them to my stable will increase my power much more than Catgirl anyway.”

“I will deliver them both to you as soon as possible, Master.”

He paused and grinned. “I have another job for you tonight. And it will take all night.”

“Oh?” she asked, arching one brow. “I live to obey and serve, Master.”

“I know,” he said, and all three mobsters grinned evilly. “Go straight over to the Royal Arms Hotel. Room 2415. Make sure the man waiting for you has the greatest night of his life.”

“I hear and obey, Master. I will ruin him for other women.”

Big Frank laughed. “I believe it! Go. Show him what a raging slut you truly are, Ms Justice.”

Ms Justice turned on a tall stiletto heel, and strode out with purpose. She had orders, and must obey to the letter. Her greatest joy was successfully completing a mission for her master, and then making him very happy with her body. And this wouldn’t be the first time she was ordered to go fuck one of her master’s friends or minions.

Once outside, she took off like a bullet. The blonde Turned super heroine flew straight as an arrow to the Royal Arms Hotel. It sat at the edge of downtown, on the river with Uptown on the other side. A very upscale area. The location indicated the man was a person of wealth and power. She’d previously been sent to sleazy motels to fuck some of Big Frank’s sleazier minions.

Ms Justice landed on the roof. She found the access door, and hurried to the top floor’s elevator lobby. A moment later the tall blonde beauty stepped out of the elevator onto the 24th floor. She quickly found 2415 and knocked on the door.

“Good evening, Ms Justice,” Chief Kane said, answering with a leer. “I’ve waited a long time for this night. Please come in.”

That made her pause. Chief Kane was Big Frank’s man in the Synne City PD. He was also the man that betrayed her, injecting with some insidious drug that left her lethargic and helpless. But her master said to please him in every way, and that was exactly what she would do.

Facing lighting up in a big smile, “Good evening, Chief Kane. Or would you prefer I call you ‘Master?’”

The End