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Ms Justice: Kinky Boots

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril

By JK Waylon

A dark feminine figure appeared out of the dark sky above the hooker hotel. Red thigh booted legs dropped just before she landed on the rocky surface. She strode purposely to the edge of the roof, lifting one stiletto-heeled foot up atop the very low barrier. Multi-colored neon light illuminated her face and US flag themed costume as she leaned over to gaze upon the hooker-infested street below.

“Business is booming,” Ms Justice muttered.

While prostitution was officially illegal, it was more than just a little tolerated by Synne City’s police and courts. Hell, the red light district below her was the notorious Tenderloin, which was world famous. People from around the world visited Synne City just to indulge in the city’s sex industry.

“Note to self,” the busty blonde muttered. “Thank Asha for talking me into transferring to Synne City, and then punch her in the face.”

A tiny smile tugged on the corners of full red lips. Ms Justice felt a thrill ripple up her spine. The city was the most dangerous, most decadent, and most depraved city in the world. Bar none. Its criminal underbelly was swollen and growing. Yet, where better to fight the good fight and make a difference?

“I just wish I could make that difference without getting so dirty doing so.”

Baby blues scanned the street. She had a long list of bail jumpers she and other heroines were looking for while they sought out crimes in progress. Being a super heroine wasn’t just flying around like a bird and being all glamorous. The courts ensured that by giving them lots of clean up to do.

Synne City’s courts operated like sports fisherman: catch and release. Bails were low, when the courts even required it. That turned the city jail into a revolving door. No consequence for bad behavior. Crime became booming business. And it really made her life interesting, and not in a good way.

A blaring car horn drew Ms Justice’s attention.

She arched a brow at the hot little redhead jaywalking. Okay, jaywalking wasn’t actually a crime in Synne City, but still dangerous. The redheaded beauty was dressed like a hooker, but walked like she was queen of the world. Two men approached her, so Ms Justice started to look away. But the woman drew a symbol in the air and red light flashed.

“What the hell?” Ms Justice whispered, leaning over to stare at the two men. They dropped to their knees, looks of ecstasy on their faces as they clutched their crotches. Did she hit them with Ultra Bliss?

Then she heard someone cry a warning, “Witch!”

Ms Justice pulled out her super heroine phone, quickly took a snapshot of the redhead, and pulled it into one of her crime fighting apps. The photo was analyzed in just a few seconds, with the results appearing on her screen.

“Esmeralda. A rogue witch,” the busty heroine read. That meant Esmeralda wasn’t a good witch, but not necessarily an evil witch. She was just not aligned with the Council of Witches, and super heroines, anymore. “That sucks.”

It further listed her as being nineteen years old. That meant she never completed her apprenticeship as either a heroine or a witch. Her file said that she was born in Las Vegas as Emily Ann Walton, and that city was still her residence of record. It didn’t say how powerful Esmeralda was as a witch, but did list her Object of Power as a ring. Ms Justice understood that as a witch she could always create a new one.

In the past, the Council of Witches would hunt such women down and take their Object of Power. Without an Object of Power, a woman of Amazon descent couldn’t have super powers, or magical powers. But a recent court case of a rogue witch versus the Council of Witches went all the way to the Supreme Court, and the ruling was in favor of the rogue. The Council was no longer legally allowed to just go after a witch and depower her if she left the group. So basically, Esmeralda was a super heroine witch that threw in the towel and started using her powers to benefit just herself. She would have to break the law and be convicted, before she could be depowered.

One could argue the legal points of whether casting a spell on another person was assault or not. Ms Justice believed it was beyond simple assault, but magical battery. The courts, and most prosecutors, were wary of adjudicating simple witchcraft. But what Ms Justice witnessed was a total lack of discretion at any rate. Witches shouldn’t use magic on other people except in self defense.

“Esmeralda needs to understand the Synne City Super Heroine Corps is watching,” she muttered, lifted up off the roof, and flew straight to the sidewalk below. “Halt, witch.”

Ms Justice came to a clattering landing before the Witch. Esmeralda stopped, cocked her head, and smiled indulgently. Her emerald green eyes raked Ms Justice from head-to-toe before she struck a sassy pose.

For her part, Ms Justice did a quick scan of the busty redhead. The witch appeared about two inches shorter, even a little thinner, but just as busty. Her flame red hair was waist-length, despite being quite curly. So no telling how long it would drop when wet. Esmeralda wore a black leather halter top, matching micro-mini skirt, black thigh high hose, and matte black thigh boots. She accessorized with diamond and emerald chandelier earrings, choker, and bracelet, with lots of rings. One of those pieces of jewelry was her Object of Power.

“So, Esmeralda, when did you arrive in Synne City?”

“Aww, you know my name. I’m flattered, Ms Justice,” she said. “And, I don’t think my comings and goings are any of your business. Ask the Supreme Court.”

Esmeralda graced Ms Justice with an irritating smile full of mischief and sassy defiance. The heroine got the impression the witch wanted her to try something.

At nineteen, she probably thinks of herself as invincible, Ms Justice thought.

Pointing at the two men, “What did you do to them?”

The witch laughed. Then she winked at the heroine. “I gave them what they wanted. Climaxes.” She snickered as she glanced back at the two men, just starting to recover. “No charge. I’m not a hooker, after all.”

Ms Justice looked her over with judgmental eyes. “More like a kinky slut. Nice boots.”

The humor left the redhead’s face. Her eyes narrowed.

“You, lady, are a bitch,” she said very softly. Her eyes dropped to Ms Justice’s feet. “But you also have great taste in feminine footwear.”

The witch’s right hand’s fingers formed an arcane symbol, and thrust at Ms Justice’s chest. The heroine cried out, as she swatted that hand downward. A bright flash of light flared between them, but hit between Ms Justice’s feet. A very erotic heat flowed up the heroine’s legs to mid-thigh, not unlike what she felt when she put on her Object of Power.

“You assaulted me,” Ms Justice cried, red-gloved hands curling into fists.

Esmeralda paused, her hot, wet tongue out and pressed to the corner of her full red lips. She looked bemused more than anything.

“That wasn’t an actual attack, but… Yeah. We’re cool,” Esmeralda said, backing away. “Have fun. See ya.” Then she pointed down the street past the heroine. “You should probably deal with that instead of lil ole me.”

Ms Justice slanted a look over her shoulder to find five very large, very angry looking men stomping towards her. One and all pimps. The witch turned and flew away with a giggle. The heroine sighed gustily, rolling her eyes.

“I’m not finished with you,” Ms Justice muttered, and then turned to face the angry pimps. “Are you about to give me a reason to toss you all in jail?”

The pimps came to a stop. She recognized them all. Ms Justice curled her lip at Kid Rotten, a pimp that once caught her, and proceeded to pimp her off for a weekend. She so wanted him to attack her so she could beat him bloody.

“We’re sick and tired of you holier than thou masks hassling us and our girls,” JJ Rod said. “Get out of here, now, or there will be big trouble for you.”

“Oh, do tell,” she said. Ms Justice crossed her arms under her boobs, gave them an I’m not amused look. “Make me leave.”

A police squad car rounded the corner behind Ms Justice. The pimps stiffened, and then started backing away as the police car slowly rolled toward them. The heroine shook her head. Why were they more afraid of the cops than her? It wasn’t right.

“Fine,” she said, more than a little miffed. Lifting up, she flew in the same direction as Esmeralda. “I’m not finished with that witch anyways.”

Ms Justice got about six blocks when she spotted a crime in progress. A man in a nice suit was pressed against the wall, with two young men threatening him with knives. A mugging.

That’s what you get for coming to the Tenderloin, Mister, she thought.

Technically, they were just outside the infamous red light district. Still, the only reason that man should be there at that time of night was to visit the Tenderloin. Getting mugged, maybe shot or stabbed, wasn’t worth a shot of ass. Though thousands of men every week disagreed.

Forgetting the witch, Ms Justice streaked down into a running landing behind the muggers. They jumped at the sound of her stilettos on concrete, knowing what it meant. One of them managed to turn all the way around to engage her, but the heroine kicked him in the side of the head. He flipped over and remained down. His friend jumped back into a defensive stance, while their victim ran away. Ran toward the Tenderloin.

Idiot, she thought, pausing to watch him running away. How does he still want that shot of ass?

“All right, miscreant,” Ms Justice said. Up close, she discovered the muggers were a pair of Hispanic men, looking early twenties. They wore jeans and t-shirts. “Why don’t we do this the easy way and you just surrender?”

“Why don’t you just suck my dick, Ms Justice?”

Heat flushed through her shapely body. Ms Justice froze, unable to move, much less think. Her baby blues dropped to the mugger’s crotch, and then her mouth began to water. She licked her lips, then bit her lip as she shifted into a softer, sexier pose.

“Okay,” she said, her voice reflecting her change in attitude. Ms Justice dropped to her knees, then all fours. She crawled up to him, putting a little extra oomph in her butt wiggles. “I’ll take good care of you, baby.”

He just stared down in shock as the heroine crawled up, rose up on her knees, and unfastened his jeans. Ms Justice pulled his jeans and underwear down around his knees, and then smiled up with hungry blue eyes.

“Mmm, looks delish,” she purred, wrapping a red-gloved hand around his semi-flaccid shaft.

The blonde beauty started stroking him, her other hand fondling his dangling nutsack. Then she leaned in close and gave his cock head a lick, and another and another. He started to stiffen, while still staring down with disbelieving eyes. Finally, once he was rock hard, Ms Justice caught and held his eyes as she slowly swirled her tongue around and around his swollen glans. He gasped and jumped, before dropping the knife to bury both hands deep in her silky blonde tresses.

Ms Justice didn’t speak Spanish, which he started speaking as she bobbed up and down his shaft, but it sounded like he was thanking God for his good fortune. He sounded happy, at least.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, mouth full of cock. Sluurrrp!“Mmmmm.”

His cohort in crime woke, and the two men spoke urgently in Spanish. Ms Justice continued sucking his dick, no other thought in her head except to please her man. Please him any way he wanted. Then the other mugger came up behind her and unfastened the wide, golden belt around her waist, covering the tiny gap between her corset top and bikini bottoms.

“You’re depowered, Ms Justice,” he sneered in her ear, even as he unzipped her corset and yanked it off her body.

“Ugggh,” she groaned as another wave of hot, erotic heat washed through her oversexed body. She felt sweat start to prickle her skin as she redoubled her efforts sucking that delicious cock. Her insides completely melted into a fluttery mess, while her pussy throbbed with achy need. Slurrp!

The second mugger then grabbed her pillowy tits with both hands, squeezing painfully hard. He pinched and twisted her nipples, making her squeal around the cock balls-deep in her mouth.

“We’re going to fuck you stupid, mask. And then sell your nasty, skanky ass to a pimp.”

“Mmmmmm,” she said, unable to stop sucking that wonderful dick. Slurp. “Mmmmm.”

Sllluuurrrp!

The second man then ripped her blue, star-spangled bottoms off her body, ruining them forever. While one hand continued to grope her tits, he swatted her sweetly rounded white butt cheeks with the other.

“Mmmmm.”

Sllluuurrrp!

He stopped spanking her butt to thrust that hand up into her butt crack. He stroked her puckered ass hole, caressed her taint, and then rubbed her dripping wet pussy. He got his finger wet with her pre-cum, and then yanked her head off his cohort’s cock by her hair. The mugger thrust his wet finger up Ms Justice’s asshole. All the way inside, making her cry out. And then he pulled it out, and thrust that nasty finger into her mouth.

“Suck it, mask,” he growled.

Ms Justice cut her baby blues over to hold his gaze as she obeyed, and sucked his finger clean. Then he reached across her face, dug his fingers under the edge of her mask, and started pulling. Ms Justice cried out in distress as the mask peeled off her face, but her mind was too scrambled, too focused on pleasure, to even think about stopping him.

“Damn, she’s beautiful,” the second mugger said. “Do you recognize her?”

“No. Let go of her,” the first man said. “She’s not finished sucking my dick.”

Ms Justice never hesitated. She wrapped her ruby reds around the crown of his cock, and started working her lips and tongue to best effect. She gave him intense head, while his friend spread her butt cheeks, and guided his cock to her pussy.

“Uggh!” she grunted when he penetrated, thrusting in deeply. “Ooooooh.”

“Oh man, this puta is tight. Like a virgin.”

Ms Justice grunted, gasped, and slurped. The first mugger held her head in both hands, keeping her head still, while he hammered her mouth. The other mugger groped her tits so roughly, while slamming his cock into her from behind. Soon, his hips slapped loudly against her butt cheeks in sync with his friend’s thrust into her mouth.

The heroine’s eyes rolled up, her body trembling with pleasure as they reamed her out like madmen. Soon, her insides tensed up, and that race to orgasm filled her. It rushed to climax in record time, her insides erupting with perfect pleasure.

“Aaaaaggh!” she cried, belly quivering and body bucking between them.

“We made her come!” the first mugger cried joyfully. “What a fucking whore!”

Whore? Ms Justice thought. That climax cleared her mind. What the fuck happened? Why did I agree to suck him off?

“Swallow it all, you filthy puta!”

The mugger flooded her mouth with hot, viscous cum. Ms Justice swallowed, and then her eyes rounded.

Why did I obey him? Ewwww!

She twisted and bucked, dislodging the mugger reaming out her pussy from behind. He cried out in surprise, and then groaned. She felt hot cum splashing across her naked butt cheeks.

And then the first mugger pulled out and ejaculated in her face. Twice.

“What is wrong with you?” she cried, cringing away from his twitching hard-on.

Then rage overwhelmed her. Ms Justice pounded a fist up into the first mugger’s balls, sending him squealing away. She spun on her knees, driving an elbow in the second mugger’s face. She felt his nose flatten under her elbow.

The mugger gasped and groaned, but stumbled away into the darkness. That left the heroine on all fours in nothing but gloves, boots, and their cooling, dripping cum. She looked around, blinking, body quivering like crazy. Yeah, the afterglow still had her body in its sexy grip. She kind of wanted to just stay there like that and enjoy it, but her mind was working again and she understood the danger. If those pimps showed up now…

Ms Justice gathered up her costume. The sight of her mask on the sidewalk sickened her, but neither of the muggers recognized her face. She wondered if they only watched Spanish language TV. Otherwise, how did they not know the face of Kelly Kavanaugh? She had the number one rated show on cable? Millions of conservatives, and some perverts, watched her every night.

With all the items of her costume bundled, the busty blonde flew up and away like a bullet. That setback was the end of her patrol. She’d have to go home for a clean and undamaged costume anyway. Might as well call it a night.

I need to figure out why I submitted to those morons’ lusts so quick and easy, she thought. Maybe it’s time for me to retire?

~**~**~

The safe room’s door hissed open on hydraulics. Kelly glanced over as her husband entered, now barefooted, jacket and tie gone. He looked comfortable and relaxed, with a little smile on his handsome face.

She sat on a stool, wearing her red and white vertically striped corset and blue, star-spangled costume bottoms. The bottoms were really just tanga bikini bottoms, barely covering anything. Her long, red opera gloves lay across a nearby chair, and her red thigh boots lay on the floor at her feet.

“I thought you’d already be suited up by now,” Robert said. “Nice. I love watching you get dressed.”

“Really? I’d think you enjoy the clothes coming off more,” she said.

“I do, but I still like watching you get dressed,” he said. He winked. “You’re gorgeous in both situations.”

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

He laughed, his hungry eyes roaming her scantily clad body. “So, what’s the chances this poor old man could get a heroicallyamazing Ms Justice BJ before you leave?”

Kelly rolled her eyes. She knew that request was coming. As much as she loved her husband, she hated starting her nightly patrols with the taste of cum on her lips. And, honestly, she was still a little squeamish about giving Robert any kind of sexual satisfaction while in her guise as Ms Justice. It was bad enough he was practically addicted to her capture sex tapes on the internet. Having sex with him in costume would probably just get him more excited about the setback tapes.

“You know I don’t like to do that, baby,” she said, picking up her left thigh boot.

She paused to look and ensure the heavy-duty zip ties were inside, held by an elastic band. Those were her “handcuffs” if she captured a criminal. Then she regarded her foot, nails painted red. I need to call for a pedicure appointment this week. Slipping her foot inside, she tugged up on the boot until her foot was settled in snugly. Then she zipped up.

Kelly slipped her super heroine phone into the secret pocket inside her right boot, then pulled that boot on. Standing, she stamped down to ensure her feet were good, and then walked over to the vanity. Robert watched her every move with predatory eyes, his desire practically dripping off him. She struggled to ignore him.

After snapping on her choker, with the golden Truth Medallion hanging off, Kelly applied Spirit Gum fashion glue to the inside of her mask, before pressing it to her face for thirty seconds. All the while she thought about how she was unmasked the previous night. She’d spend the day and evening expecting a call from the muggers, telling her they knew her secret, despite knowing they didn’t recognize her. Still…

“I am Ms Justice,” Kelly said, feeling her body and mind change as she said those ritual words. She changed from Kelly to Ms Justice in every way at that moment. She spoke differently, and moved differently. Then she picked up her red lip gloss, and applied another coat. “I’ll try to end my patrol before you leave for work in the morning. No promises, though.”

“I would appreciate it,” he said. Robert caught her eyes in the mirror, and wagged his brows suggestively. “Maybe after a night of fighting crime, Ms Justice will looked favorably upon a good citizen and give him a little head.”

Ms Justice froze, unable to breathe as erotic heat flowed up from her feet to consume every nook and cranny of her spectacular body. She felt so hot, so horny. Turning, she strode over to her husband, pushed him back into a chair, and dropped to her knees. The busty blonde pushed his knees wide, slipped in close, and unzipped him. In a flash, she had his cock in hand and started stroking. Even before he was fully erect, the heroine leaned in and started giving him intense head.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned.

The instant her glossy red lips wrapped around him, Robert was rock hard and pushing down on the back of her head. Ms Justice started bobbing, sucking, moaning, and groaning wantonly. The cock smell of cum, sweat, and urine sang to her soul. She breathed in deeply, tightened her lips around his dick, and loosened her throat so he could plunge down as far as he wanted.

“Mmmm.” Slurp. “Mmmmmm.”

“You’re the best, baby,” Robert groaned. “I don’t deserve a woman like you.”

“I agree,” she said, winked, and went back down on him.

Ms Justice bobbed and sucked. She fondled his balls, and then pulled off his cock to first lick, then suck on his nuts. Robert squirmed and cried out, a look of pure bliss on his face. She did everything she knew, but her husband stayed hard, but no indication he would finish soon. After five minutes, her mind started to stir in other directions.

What am I doing? she wondered. Why am I giving him a BJ after I said I wouldn’t?

It took another seven minutes to get him off, and then he just shot a tiny bit into her mouth. Ms Justice sat back on her legs, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. He’d obviously jacked off to one of her setback sex tapes prior to coming in to request a BJ. Not the first time he did something like that.

“You are a piece of work,” she said, rising to her feet.

The shapely heroine spent another ten minutes fixing her hair and face. Her pussy still throbbed, having received no attention at all. Nothing to do about it. Robert sent her off on patrol exactly how she tried to avoid: horny as hell, mouth stinking of cum, and that taste that seemed to last forever.

The red, white, and blue clad heroine strode out of the safe room, through her vast closet, and into the bedroom. A moment later she was outside, and shot off like a bullet. Ms Justice flew low and fast just above the treetops in a great loop to approach Synne City from the south, then she rose up higher and slowed down. Only then did she pull out her phone and log into the super heroine secure network.

Two patrols were logged in already. Gold Avenger’s evening patrol with Minx, Sombra, Golden Girl, and Fury would log out within the hour. Midnight Angel was leading the late patrol that night, with Catgirl, Freedom, Sukai, and Ms Justice. She noticed Gold Avenger’s patrol was over around the university, ensuring all the coeds were safe going to and from the nearby club district. Midnight Angel had all her girls atop a downtown tower, knowing the sexy African-American, she was giving a pep talk. Probably warning Catgirl to behave.

Ms Justice smiled, her head filled with all the ways Catgirl could misbehave. Sometimes with her. Thoughts of the sex tape they made for Robert reminded her of the BJ she’d just given.

Why did I react like that? Without a thought, I just turned and sucked his dick, she thought. It kind of reminds me of what happened with the muggers last night. I was just overcome by desire and need. Am I losing my mind?

“I need to speak with Gold Avenger,” she said, pushing herself toward the university.

As she neared the early patrol, Ms Justice looked down into the side streets and noticed some unusual activity. A group of five young men. White. Well-dressed, but acting like they thought they were badasses.

“Uh, frat boys,” she groaned, shaking her head. “Probably have been drinking.”

The road they were walking up led to the Tenderloin, which she considered way too close to the university for comfort’s sake. So, drunk horny frat boys.

And it’s not even Friday or Saturday night.

Ms Justice decided to put the fear of God and super heroines in their bones. Scare them back to the frat house. It’d be safer for them there.

The heroine dropped straight down, landing before them. They cried out and jumped back, two of the five dropping into sloppy fighting stances. Just by their stances she could tell they hadn’t had any real fights in their privileged little lives.

“Looking for trouble, boys?”

“Ms Justice!” two of them cried.

Her breath caught. Ms Justice’s mind went blank, as heat flushed up from her feet. Then one of the frat boys, looking drunk and angry, grabbed his crotch.

“I got your trouble right here, Ms Justice.”

The heroine’s mind stirred. She focused on that frat boy. Focused on his crotch.

“Okay,” she said. Ms Justice strode up to him, making him cringe. All of his bravado vanished in the face of super heroine might and ferocity. But then she dropped to her knees and reached for his zipper. “Mmm, sucking dick.”

The frat boys all froze, staring incredulously at the shapely blonde as she fished out the man’s cock. Ms Justice stroked him a few times, before wrapping her glossy red lips around his cock head and started sucking. Soon, he was fully erect and she was bobbing up and down the full length of his cock. He gasped every time she wrapped her lips around his base.

“Oh God, is this really happening?” he asked.

Slurrrp!

Ms Justice pulled off with a pop of her lips, gave him a sultry smile, and buried her face in his hairy nutsack.

“Dude! DUDE!” another cried. “You are tea-bagging Ms Fucking Justice!”

“She’s like a bitch in heat,” another said. “I’m getting me some before she comes to her senses.”

The frat boy she was sucking gathered up her big mane of silky blonde hair, held on tight, and forced her up and down his cock faster and faster. Another unzipped her corset, pulled it off, and started kissing her neck and shoulders while fondling her naked tits. Then the other frat boys dropped to their knees around her, hands exploring.

The guy to her right pushed her bikini bottoms down to her boot tops, and then three hands dug into her pussy and butt crack. Someone finger fucked her butt hole, while two others rubbed her pussy and clit. Ms Justice moaned wantonly, wiggling and bucking. So good. So damn good.

“Mmm, baby,” she whispered. Slurrrp! Sluurrp!“Mmmmm.”

“She’s like totally a bitch in heat,” one of them said. “Super heroine horny heat.”

With dick in mouth again, Ms Justice was bent over a little more. Her back bowed, thrusting up her butt. The guy finger fucking her ass pulled out, and shoved his cock up her poop chute instead.

The pain proved intense. So bad that her mind cleared, and the startled heroine realized she was back on her knees sucking dick for no rhyme or reason.

“I’m sodomizing Ms Justice!”

Heat washed up from her feet again. Ms Justice’s head spun and her insides melted even more. Her mind stilled, and she felt such desperation, such deep need for more, more, more sex. More dick.

“Give me your cum,” she begged. “I need it. Please, I need your cum inside me.”

“Aaaiieee!” the guy reaming her butt cried out, filling her ass with cum. He flopped out, and spewed more cum all over her butt, onto her lower back, and into her long blonde hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I got too excited and came too fast.”

He was shoved out of the way, just as the first frat boy pulled out of her mouth and jacked off in the heroine’s upturned face.

“I creampied Ms Justice!”

That erotic heat washed up through her shapely body again, leaving the poor heroine swooning. Her pussy had never ached with need like that before. She twisted, thrusting her hand against the frat boy about to mount her from behind. Stopping him, she flipped over onto her back, spread her red-booted legs wide, and grabbed his cock.

“Fuck me!” she demanded. “Stick your nasty dick inside me and FUCK ME!”

Ms Justice guided the frat boy into her hot, tight snatch. He practically crowed with delight as he penetrated, pushing his full length into her on that first thrust. Yeah, she was that sloppy wet. Her back bowed, and Ms Justice lay back and rocked her head. Then she reached up, grabbed the zipper of another frat boy, and quickly got his cock out.

“Fuck my face,” she begged. “Please. I need it. Please. Please.”

He didn’t fight it. That young man shifted over her upturned face, and shoved it into her eager mouth. Ms Justice sucked, moaned, and groaned. Her body sang with the sexiest sensations. She never felt so beloved, so cherished, so DESIRED. She bucked and writhed, sucking and squeezing her pussy around her lovers.

“She’s out of control!”

The blonde beauty thrust her hips up to meet her lover with his every thrust, grinding against him before he pulled back for another thrust. His cock strokes reverberated through her body, pushing her closer and closer. All she could do as thrust her hips, and suck that other cock. Her only thought was getting as much of their cum inside her as possible.

And then, “Aaaagggh!”

That forced climax came out of nowhere. Slammed her. Left her gasping, wild-eyed and confused. So good. So wonderful. Suddenly, the cock slamming into her pussy pulled out. At the same time, the cock thrusting halfway down her throat came out with a flood of pre-cum and spittle.

“Money shot!”

Hot cum fountained all over her, from her face to her twat. The two frat boys slathered her face, tits, and belly.

“What a fucking cum slut!”

“Strip her,” another said. “I’m taking her mask as my souvenir.”

“What?” she gasped out, her body still in the throes of abject pleasure.

She felt someone unzip her left boot, yanking it off. Then the right came off, and cold reality slammed into the defiled heroine. She felt every drop of sticky cum on her body. Her ass and pussy still throbbed from overuse. And her throat felt raw and achy.

What the hell is wrong with me!

She pulled her right knee up to her chest, and then drove her naked heel into the man kneeling between her legs. He cried out like a little girl, startling the other frat boys. That gave the shamed heroine time to gather her wits, roll to her feet, and start kicking butt. Her rage drove her until just moments later all five frat boys lay naked and unconscious at her feet.

Face heating up, she snatched up her costume and boots, and flew away. She went straight to the river and plunged in. The cold water helped her jumbled mind recover, and also cooled her raging libido.

After scrubbing off all the cum, including in her long hair, Ms Justice washed her costume. She scowled. Something untoward was happening, and it stank of magic.

It all started after my talk with Esmeralda, where she tried to hex me or something, she thought. Did I really deflect her spell away?

Finding her phone, and thanking God it was water proof, she called the City Witch.

“Yes, Ms Justice, how may I help you?” Asha’s deep, sultry voice said.

Ms Justice shook her head. Heat flowed up into her body. The heroine groaned, gasped, and looked around for someone to love. Anyone at all.

No, no, no, I can’t think like that. Focus, girl.

“Asha, I need your help. Immediately,” she gasped out in a harsh whisper. “I may be cursed, or enchanted. I don’t know, but something is triggering me to do nasty, disgusting things with men.”

“Oh. That’s not good,” Asha said.

Understatement of the century, Ms Justice thought.

“I’m on my way. I have your location,” Asha said. “Don’t go anywhere.”

While waiting for the City Witch, Ms Justice slowly redressed. It wasn’t fun pulling cold, wet clothes and boots on, but it helped to cool her jets further. Pacing back and forth helped to focus her mind away from her raging needs. Not much, but every little bit helped.

It took Asha a while to reach her. Enough time for Ms Justice to simmer down, and for her insides to stop fluttering with achy need. She felt almost normal when the gorgeous Indian-American witch clattered to a landing before her.

Ms Justice’s belly clenched at the sight of Asha. The hair, face, and Amazon body all barely covered by strategically place gold jewelry. The witch’s heavy, jostling boobs were all but naked, with only golden nipple plates barely covering her areolas. A string of diamonds, holding a single large tear-shaped ruby, laid across her forehead, while gold chains draped her amazing body, attached to gold bands around neck, arms, and legs. The skimpiest of gold and diamond bikini bottoms held a pair of ruby red silk “skirts” barely wide enough to cover her twat in front and butt crack in back. The skirts dropped to her ankles, which were sheathed in golden stiletto gladiator boots.

Our golden goddess, she thought, and not for the first time.

“Thank you for coming, Asha.”

“Please, I’m here to help, Ms Justice,” Asha said, coming in for a hug.

Heat washed up through the blonde heroine. She gasped, but then there was another warm body. Right there about to hug her. So Ms Justice opened her arms, moved in, and planted a kiss on Asha’s warm, soft lips. And then started to grind her body against the witch.

“What are you doing, Ms Justice?” Asha cried. “Let go of me.”

More heat flowed up into the horny heroine. Her mind stilled for a second, but then she focused on the beautiful woman squirming against her. She tightened her hold, even as she started to kiss her way down the witch’s neck, and down to her boobs.

“You’re so beautiful, Asha. Let me eat you out. Please.”

Ms Justice dug a fingertip under a nipple plate, trying to pry it off. She discovered it wasn’t glued on, but held in place via a pierced nipple. That made her pause, thus allowing Asha the opportunity to twist free of her grasp. The witch was twenty feet in the air in a flash.

“Please don’t leave me!” she cried. “I need you so much. Make love to me. I’ll do anything you ask.”

Asha hovered above her with a look of shock on her lovely face.

“What is wrong with you?” Asha demanded. Ms Justice started to lift up to her, but the witch cast a spell that knocked her back to the ground. “Stay down, woman! I’m not playing games.”

“I’ll play games. I’ll do anything you ask, if you’ll just make love to me.”

“I see. Yes. Yes,” Asha said. “I don’t smell Ultra Bliss, but you are acting like you’ve been blissed. Have you been blissed?”

“No. I don’t think so. I will if you want it,” she said. Ms Justice reached back and unzipped her corset, tossing it to the side. “I’ll do anything you want. Anything.”

“Think, Ms Justice, did you – ” Asha said, and watched as the heroine’s back bowed and a look of euphoria spread across the blonde’s face. Her body trembled violently. So the witch said it again. “Ms Justice.”

“Ooooooh! God help me! Fuck me! Please, fuck me!” she cried. Falling to her knees as tears flowed. “I’m hurting so much. I need to be fucked. Please.”

Asha started casting spells as she flew in a circle around the trembling, kneeling super heroine. Ms Justice just knelt there, unable to stand in her condition. Her body trembled in suppressed need and desire. Why was the beautiful witch taunting her? Why wouldn’t Asha help her and make love to her?

“Take off your boots,” Asha demanded.

“What? No, I just want to – ”

“Take off your boots, and then I’ll consider making love to you.”

Ms Justice’s heart soared. Finally! So she rolled back on to her butt, and then quickly unzipped and yanked off both thigh boots. And her world came crashing down hard.

“Ooooh. Oh my. Wh-What happened?” she gasped out, collapsing to her back, head spinning. That driving heat faded so fast, leaving her cold and sore and burning with shame. “You broke the curse. Was I bespelled?”

Asha landed next to her, dropping to her knees beside the sprawled heroine.

“You did have a spell placed upon you,” Asha said. “More specifically, your boots were enchanted. I haven’t taken the time to determine the exact nature of the spell, but I think I can safely put two and two together. It was a lust spell, which acts very much like Ultra Bliss, except it usually has a trigger word. In this case, your heroine name.”

Asha grimaced, then graced her with an apologetic smile. “I hate to be insensitive and make a joke, but you have a pair of truly kinky boots.”

“Not for long,” Ms Justice said.

Asha held out a hand toward the heroine’s discarded top. The corset flew into her outstretch hand in a flash. Ms Justice arched a brow.

“I wish I could do that.”

“It’s helpful,” Asha said, handing over the corset. “Get dressed, sans the boots. I’ll dispose of those boots for you.”

“No no!” Ms Justice said. “No. I will take care of it. I’m the one that let herself be enchanted, so I’ll deal with it.”

“But as City Witch it is my responsibility.”

“Thank you, but no thank you,” the heroine said, standing to put on her corset. “Let me take care of them.”

“What are you going to do?”

Ms Justice remained silent until after Asha zipped up her corset for her, and then she fluffed her boobs to look perfect. Her fertile imagination was firing on all cylinders, though. Lots of options were open to her. Then she turned a weak smile on the witch.

“I think it best you don’t know.”

~**~**~

Tenderloin, two nights later, just before midnight…

Ms Justice streaked across the sky, eyes alert as she scanned the teaming streets of debauchery on parade below. She spotted two men on her search list for jumping bail. But she had a very particular person she was looking for. And there she was, strutting down the street like the queen of the world.

The heroine paused and hovered, watching with a racing heart. For one, the redhead truly was that gorgeous. Amazon body, stoked with the awesome might of magic. Esmeralda was one of the most powerful people in the city, just considering all the damage she could bring down upon them with her super heroine strength and her witch powers.

Ms Justice understood she might not win a fight with the witch, in which case bad things would happen to her. Things far worse than getting her boots cursed to turn her into a raging nymphomaniac. Yet, Esmeralda had to be put in her place. She had to put the fear of super heroines into that witch’s bones, or none of her sisters in crime fighting would be safe.

The busty blonde lifted her right hand, which clutched a pair of red patent designer thigh boots. Casadei boots, so they were NOT cheap. Looked amazing on her, but nowhere close to being cheap. And now they were enchanted and useless to her. Except…

She watched the redheaded witch continue up the street, the crowd parting for her like she was a battleship. Esmeralda, like all witches, radiated power and privilege. No one messed with them. And for good reason.

“Here goes nothing,” Ms Justice whispered, and flew around in a great loop over the Tenderloin, timing her attack perfectly. Just as Esmeralda walked past a dark alley, a red, white, and blue streak swooped down and body-checked her into the darkness. The witch screamed, tumbling head over heels several times before coming to a stop twenty feet inside the alley.

Ms Justice pounced on her, swinging one of her enchanted thigh boots like a baseball bat to hammer the witch in the face. Esmeralda lay unmoving, out cold. Ms Justice stood straddling her, breathing heavy and grinning.

“Vengeance is mine,” she said, dropped to a knee, and started unzipping the witch’s black thigh boots.

Esmeralda was decked out in a little black dress and boots. Looked too cute. She got the witch’s boots off, and then put her enchanted red thigh boots on Esmeralda. That done, she scooped the witch up in her arms and took off flying. Three streets over, in the alley behind a Tenderloin Chinese restaurant, she spotted what she was looking for.

A dozen men stood around three barrels burning trash for warmth and light. Homeless men. Desperate men, who rarely received anything good. Rarely knew the touch of a beautiful woman. But sometimes life smiled upon even the most wretched and destitute.

Ms Justice dropped down into the alley just short of the homeless enclave. Protected by the night shadows, she was still close enough that they noticed someone was there. Curious and worried looks turned her way as she lay Esmeralda down. The witch was starting to wake.

Ms Justice smiled, and stepped back into the shadows.

“Oh, my head. What hit me?”

Ms Justice bit her lip, suppressing an evil giggle. Then shame flooded her psyche, understanding just how wicked what she was about to do truly was. Yet, memories of the men that used and abused her due to the witch’s curse returned as well. Her baby blues widened as the witch rolled to all fours, shaking her head. Then she struggled to her stiletto-heeled feet, teetered, and looked around.

“Where am I? Who brought me here?” she said. Her emerald green eyes locked onto the nearby homeless men. “I swear, I will find…”

“Shhh,” Ms Justice said. And then, “Ms Justice.”

Esmeralda gasped, hands pressing into her lower belly as her eyes rolled up. A wanton groan bubbled out of her slightly parted lips. Then she turned hungry eyes on the homeless men. Yet, she still resisted the magic compulsion.

“Ms Justice.”

“Ooooooh. Please, stop….” Esmeralda cried, falling to her knees.

“Ms Justice.”

The witch wailed, consumed with undeniable desire and need. She began crawling toward the homeless men. The men backed away when she crawled out into the flickering light of their fires. But they didn’t run away. Ms Justice smiled, though her face heated up.

This is so wrong of me.

“Please, help me,” Esmeralda said. “I’ll do anything you want. Anything at all! Just fuck me. Please, someone fuck me before I explode.”

The men all froze, then two homeless men jumped on her. Ms Justice watched as they ripped off her dress, one impaling her doggie style, the other shoving his dick down her throat.

Spit-roasted witch, she thought. A beautiful sight.

Lifting up to fly away, Ms Justice looked down on the scene and called, “Enjoy your kinky boots, Esmeralda.”

The End