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Ms Justice: Sweet Justice Forever

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril Non-canon Short Stories

By JK Waylon

“How can something so beautiful have such a corrupt underbelly?”

Ms Justice soared over Synne City. It was Wednesday, almost midnight, with most of the good citizens asleep in their homes. The downtown office towers, as well as numerous other high-rise business districts scattered around the city, were lit up by tens of thousands of lights. The office towers were lit in a rainbow of colors, some with intricate designs, others just lining the edges of those monstrous steel and glass structures. All of the colors and flashing lights made for a mesmerizing nightly show, with some buildings even deliberately changing their lighting to entertain and amaze.

“Synne City at night looks like a fun place to live and play,” she said. “But that isn’t true for us.”

Stopping to hover over the city’s brightest, flashiest, loudest redlight district, called the Tenderloin, the busty blonde heroine tugged up on her flag-themed, stars and stripes corset top. She took a moment to “fluff” her boobs to look their best in that strapless top. Then she adjusted the wide, golden belt covering the miniscule gap between the corset and her blue, star-spangled bikini bottoms. Finally, she tugged up on her bright red thigh boots.

Looking down at the jam-packed streets and sidewalks of that crime-ridden district, Ms Justice shook her head and bit her lip. She hated the Tenderloin. It was the place of her first humiliating setback, when a stinking pimp had caught and unmasked her. Yeah, that was a long, long weekend she wished she could forget.

But Ms Justice wasn’t after Kid Rotten. The pimp was safe for the moment. Someone else had called her over. Johnny Orto was the best, most reliable informant in the city. But he was also a lot more trouble than any other, too. The little horndog was all hands, and he’d broken down her defenses long ago.

“I really don’t feel like dealing with Johnny tonight,” she muttered. “But he promised it was a big deal going down.”

Heart racing, she rubbed her glossy red lips together and began to descend feet-first. Her target landing spot was a specific dark alley in the heart of the Tenderloin. It was kind of Johnny’s outdoor office when dealing with super heroines. The place she had made deals and paid prices with Johnny countless times.

I’m a married woman, she thought. I really have to find a way to wean myself off Johnny. This is so wrong.

A red-gloved hand dug down inside her right thigh boot. Her high-tech, super-thin heroine phone was hidden in a secret pocket. Ms Justice pulled it out and sent Johnny a message to meet in the usual spot.

A moment later, she slowly descended into the alley. The usually filthy alley had been cleaned. The piles of trash that helped to keep her hidden from the crowded streets at either end were gone. A baker’s dozen full-size dumpsters remained, though. Also, the lone light in the alley was lit almost dead center.

Using an app on her phone, Ms Justice scanned the alley for surveillance devices. No cameras or microphones were detected, so the site was still safe. The fact someone had cleaned the alley still worried her. Also, Johnny wasn’t waiting as usual, and hadn’t responded to her message.

Ms Justice came to a soft landing and immediately stepped closer to the wall, between two dumpsters. Her heart started to race. Partly due to the danger of the situation, potentially surrounded by legions of enemies, but mostly knowing how Johnny would react to her presence.

That man has a one-track mind, she thought. And he’s a handful. In every sense of the word.

Most of the city’s super heroines outright refused to deal with Johnny because he was such a misogynistic lecher. Emphasis on the latter. He went after every beautiful woman he saw, full bore and relentless. Ms Justice was surprised he’d never become a pimp.

A man turned into the alley, striding with purpose. Her baby blues narrowed, peeking over the trash dumpster at the approaching man. Short, slim, with slicked-back dark hair. Johnny. She smiled, feeling a warm tingle between her legs.

Johnny wore his usual dark suit and red tie, but it looked wrinkled and cheap. She understood it was a disguise. He was actually from a wealthy family, and had done well for himself selling information to both sides.

“Took you long enough,” she said, stepping out from between the dumpsters and striking a classic super heroine pose.

Johnny let out a tiny gasp, but then his eyes raked her shapely body.

“I was on the other side of the Tenderloin when you called,” he said. “I got here super fast for my Sweet Justice.”

Her breath caught. I wish he’d stop calling me by that name. Hearing it makes me so…

“I called you? I recall you sending me a message about an hour ago about a big drug deal going down,” she said. Johnny tried to wrap his arms around her, already going for a kiss. She stopped him with a straight arm to the forehead. “Hold your horses, cowboy. Tell me about the big drug deal.”

“That was an hour ago,” he said. Johnny looked at his watch. “The deal is supposed to go down at midnight sharp. The Trivoli Family is very punctual.”

She just stared at him. No heroine had ever caught the Trivoli Family in the act. They weren’t the biggest or most powerful crime family, but they were feared and respected by the city’s underworld. To be the first to catch a Trivoli Family member would be the best.

She glanced at Johnny’s watch.

“It’s not midnight yet.”

“Almost, and the deal is going down on the other side of the city,” Johnny said, reaching for her tits. “Too late now. So…”

Ms Justice caught both of his wrists, spreading his arms wide to keep him from molesting her. She gave him a fierce look. He looked amused.

“Aw, come on, Sweet Justice. You know you want me as much as I want you.”

Her belly clenched, insides turning to molten need. The busty heroine felt her nipples pebble, and a burning lump formed in her now dripping sex. She closed her eyes, fighting the dark urges.

“You never mentioned it was time sensitive,” she spoke through clenched teeth, eyes flashing. “Besides, I can fly. Tell me.”

“The deal is going down behind a burnt down strip mall at the corner of Foster and Miller,” he said. “Way to the west of us. I’m not sure you’re that fast, Ms J.”

“Never doubt a determined super heroine,” she said. “Who is involved, and what kind of contraband? Cocaine? Heroin?”

“Coke and pot,” he said. “The Trivoli are in bed with a Mexican Cartel. I didn’t get the name of which cartel.”

“Great,” she cried. Eyes bright, excitement building, she gave him a quick kiss. “You’re the best, Johnny.”

She started to turn, so she could fly away. Johnny grabbed her arm.

“Hey, you haven’t paid yet.”

“We both know what you want in payment, and we both know I don’t have time if I want to get to the scene of the crime in time,” she said. “I’ll pay you later. You know I always pay my debts.”

“I want extra time,” he said. “In a motel room, with a bed. All night.”

“All night?” She stepped back, giving him a what the fuck look. “I’m fine with a motel room. I don’t like doing it in this nasty alley anyway. But we’ll see what kind of bust this turns out to be first. If it is big enough, you’ll get all night.”

“It’s big,” he said, nodding. “Hurry!”

Shaking her head, amused by his deep desire to bang her, Ms Justice turned and took off like a surface-to-air missile. She zipped up and out of the alley, before leveling off to streak super fast through the middle of downtown. Once past the highrises, she altered course slightly to fly straight to the intersection of Miller and Foster.

As she approached, Ms Justice scanned the burnt out strip mall. It was small as such places went, but every single store was burnt out, all the glass shattered. The roof had caved in, but all of the cinder block walls still stood. She noticed light behind the blackened walls.

Flying over the site, Ms Justice looked down upon a crime in progress. Two groups stood facing each other. One group was counting the money in two suitcases, while the other was doing a chemical test on a brick of cocaine. Since both sides were all well-dressed men, and a single woman, she could only tell which side was the Trivoli Family by the fact they were testing the drug.

Is that Boss Trivoli’s daughter, Carina? She wondered. An actual member of the boss’s family? Ms Justice grinned. This is going to be a bigger score than I dared to hope.

Ms Justice still had her phone in hand, so activated the video and started recording the drug deal as she descended. She ensured she got good, clean video of each of the participants' faces. Then she concentrated on Carina Trivoli.

Wow, she really is beautiful, Ms Justice thought. It’s a shame she retired from modeling to join the family business.

Carina stood five foot ten, with elbow length brown hair, and brown eyes. She had a generously shapely body for a super model, sheathed in a tight red mini-dress and heels. But then again, Carina was mostly known as a sports magazine model, posing in bikinis on exotic beaches.

“Halt in the name of justice!” Ms Justice shouted as soon as one of the men below looked up and spotted her. “Freeze, miscreants! Don’t even try to run.”

Yeah, they all tried to run.

“Damn. They scattered like roaches when the kitchen light is turned on.”

Ms Justice had good video, so she let the Mexican Cartel boys run away. They were not so terrified that they forgot to take the money. She turned her undivided attention on the local threat. The Trivoli Family men were rushing Carina back to a Land Rover. A few stopped to pop off pistol shots at the heroine.

Idiots, she thought. “I’m bulletproof, you morons.”

Others were already in SUVs and burning rubber backing out of that back drive. Ms Justice targeted the biggest fish, slamming into the side of Carina’s Land Rover. She squatted, grabbed the bottom of the vehicle, and flipped it over onto its side.

“You aren’t going anywhere, girlfriend,” she taunted.

Mob goons came rushing up out of the windows, so Ms Justice flew straight up into them, kicking and punching. She knocked them all out cold in less than a minute. Then she reached in, grabbed Carina by her silky soft hair, and yanked the mob boss’s daughter out of the overturned vehicle.

“Pleased to finally meet you, Miss Trivoli,” the heroine said, voice taunting. “Even better to have caught you red-handed committing a felony.”

Sirens started wailing not too far away. Since Ms Justice hadn’t called the police yet, they must’ve heard the gunfire. Carina’s eyes widened at the sound.

“Let’s be reasonable, Ms Justice,” Carina said smoothly. “I’ll give you a million dollars if you let me go.”

“Sorry, no. I’m not in it for the money.”

“I’ll donate a million dollars to the charity of your choice.”

“No. I’m Ms Justice. Emphasis on ‘justice.’ You have to go to jail. Period.”

Carina’s brown eyes narrowed, her lip curled. “You will regret that decision, Ms Justice. I swear it. I’ll have my vengeance.”

“Funny. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve heard that,” she said. The heroine looked the former model over. “I bet you look amazing in orange.”

~**~**~

Carina’s perfectly manicured hands tightened on the steering wheel. Her eyes burn, face hot as she drove into the Tenderloin. It was the first time the thirty-year old beauty had entered any redlight district, much less the world’s largest and most notorious one. A stiletto-heeled foot pressed lightly on the brakes, slowing the powder blue Land Rover Evoque.

“She humiliated me in front of the entire world,” Carina hissed, eyes narrowing. “I’ve lost all of my endorsements, and no designer will hire me now. My modeling career is over.”

Though she was officially retired, no model ever truly retired. She was just a lot more picky about the jobs she took. But she was also a Trivoli, so the family had expectations of her as well.

“I hate Ms Justice so hard.”

It’d taken her father over fifteen hours to get her out on bail. That was ten days back. Ten days of Carina thinking up and rejecting schemes to take out the celebrated super heroine. Ten days of digging into everything known about Ms Justice. The gorgeous blonde was about the same age, give or take a year or two. Super heroines never gave birth dates or ages, though she counted the number of years since Ms Justice first appeared as a sidekick. Thirteen years in total, so that put Ms Justice at about thirty-one.

Knowing that still didn’t help her figure out who might be her alter ego. There were way too many thirty-one year old women in the city. Many of them very beautiful. So she took another path, looking for known non-heroine associates, supporters, and such. And she found a very interesting rumor.

Time to find out if that is true, she thought, spotting the man she was looking for.

Johnny Orto stood on the sidewalk talking up a hot Asian hooker. The hooker looked anything but interested. Carina noticed the girl give the alleged information broker wary looks, keeping arm’s distance away from him. Yeah, Carina heard around his unquenchable appetites.

“Probably ‘Little Man Syndrome,’” she muttered.

Johnny only stood five foot three, but he wore a suit and tie. He looked poor, but her research said he was anything but. He was also a first class hustler, always looking for that big score. On the bad side, he was rumored to sell information to both sides of the law. And that included dealing with super heroines. Word was he dealt mostly with Catgirl and Ms Justice.

I wonder if he’s the one that told Ms Justice about my drug deal?

She rolled to a stop and hit the button to lower the passenger side window. Johnny glanced over his shoulder at her, and did a double-take. His face lit up.

Got him, she thought. Now to reel him in.

“Well, hello, beautiful lady,” Johnny said, starting to walk toward her. The Asian hooker quickly hurried away. Finally free. Carina almost smiled. Instead, she gave Johnny a sultry look and bit her lip. “How you doing?”

“Hey, big guy,” she purred. “My name’s Carina. Wanna go for a joy ride in my new Land Rover?”

“Oh, you know I do.”

She unlocked the door, and Johnny slipped inside. Carina immediately started driving. He looked her over, taking in her sexy outfit: sparkly silver top that just draped over her boobs, skin tight white mini skirt, and white stiletto pumps.

“Carina’s a sexy name,” Johnny said, still not buckled in. He scooted a little closer, pressing up to and leaning over the center console. “Oh shit, are you that super model? Carina Trivoli?”

“I am.”

“Wow, I’m a big fan,” he said. “In fact, I once… Once. Oh no. Your father is…”

“Scary,” she said. “Yeah, I know. He scares me sometimes, too. But this isn’t about him, Johnny. This is all about me, you, and Ms Justice.”

Johnny cringed back, a look of terror on his face. “Wh-What about Ms Justice? I don’t…”

“Can it, jerk,” she snapped. “I know all about you, Ms Justice, and Catgirl. I’m not here to punish you for those indiscretions. I want to take advantage of your relationship with Ms Justice.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he said. “I have no relationship with Ms Justice, or any other super heroine. I’m just a simple man trying…”

“I said can it,” she snapped. “Listen, Ms Justice nailed my ass to the cross a little over a week back. There’s a good chance I will go to prison, too.” Her voice dropped an octave, her hands tightened on the steering wheel, and her eyes narrowed in fury. “I promised her I would have my vengeance, and you are going to help me.”

Johnny’s breath caught. He looked on the verge of a heart attack. She graced him with a cruel smile. Yes, he had a lot to fear.

“Nonono,” he said. “You don’t understand, Miss Trivoli, I have no access to Ms Justice. I would never deal with her. I truly can’t help you.”

“That’s a shame, because I was going to pay you a million dollars to take her out,” she said. “I’ll even pay you another four million if you sell her to me. But you can do anything you want with her, as long as you capture Ms Justice, let me unmask her, and then dispose of her in a manner where she can no longer be a super heroine.”

“I understand, but... A million dollars? Cash?”

“Cash, or put in an offshore account.”

“So I could earn up to five million dollars?”

“You could,” she said, now grinning. He’s such a greedy little turd.

Johnny was silent a along moment. Too long.

“Of course, if you refuse I’ll have no choice but to tell my father that I suspect you informed Ms Justice of the drug deal that got me attested,” she said. His breath whooshed out. “That would lead to tragic consequences, I’m afraid. But you could redeem yourself by helping me to capture Ms Justice. Your choice.”

The little man actually clutched at his heart for a moment.

“That doesn’t leave me with any other options but to help,” he whispered, choking on his words. “But look at me. I’m tiny. Ms Justice can kick my ass with just her pinkie. How do I capture a super heroine?”

“Don’t worry, Johnny. I figured that out for you,” she said. “All you need is a little Ultra Bliss, or maybe even chloroform. Lure her in with the promise of a big tip and drug her. You have to quickly remove two items off her body while she’s helpless. First and foremost, are the wedding rings on her left hand. The other is the golden disk hanging off her choker. The disk is called Truth Medallion, and is enchanted to make men she captures tell the truth. But it also can be used to give suggestions, and even remold her very malleable psyche.”

“Yes, I know about Truth Medallions,” he said. His eyes glazed over. “I must admit, I’ve thought about… Well, there is a problem. No one knows how to activate the Truth Medallions except heroines.”

“You are wrong, my little instrument of vengeance,” she purred. “Just make her look at it while you are holding the medallion, and say ‘gotcha’ and she will be yours to command.”

“Huh,” Johnny said, sitting back as he continued to pant. “Take me to the Sunset Motel, and stand by.”

~**~**~

Sweet Justice, where oh where are you tonight?

Ms Justice’s hand tightened around the phone. She read the message again, before looking off into space. Her body trembled in a way that always frightened her. Johnny roused her in a shameful way. She’d avoided the informant since she spent eight hours with him in a motel after arresting Carina Trivoli. It took her three days to get her head straight after all they did together.

He messed me up so much I almost faltered and let my boss seduce me.

Billionaire Pierce Rodgers, owner and CEO of the media empire that owned American Cable News Network had been pursuing her alter ego, Kelly, since the day he hired her straight out of high school. She’d fought off his advances for thirteen years, but Johnny was breaking down her emotional defenses.

If I don’t break it off with Johnny, then I might not be able to fight Pierce off much longer. She bit her lip, looking off into the stars above. I hate how much I love that little bastard. I can’t even think about him without getting horny now.

Since Johnny didn’t mention a tip, then she was sure it was a bootie call.

The phone rang. It was Johnny. Her breath caught, but her finger tapped the screen. She was trying to decline the call, but tapped answer instead. Freudian slip?

“Hi, Sweet Justice, are you trying to avoid me?”

“Yes,” she said. “You know how much I hate how I pay you. It’s not right. I’m seriously troubled, Johnny.”

He was silent a moment. “Well, you won’t be bothered by me much longer. I have to leave town tomorrow.”

“What? Why?”

She heard the pleasure in his voice at her distress. “I think the mob families finally figured out that I sell information about them to you. I have to leave town before someone puts me in a shallow grave.”

“Oh my God, Johnny,” she gasped out. “I’m so sorry.”

“I would like to meet up with you one last time,” he said. “Just to say goodbye properly?”

She paused. “Oh? And how is that?”

“I have a motel room,” he said. “Same one as we used last week. I’m there right now. Come to me, Sweet Justice.”

Ms Justice squirmed and rolled her head while hovering two hundred feet above the city. She so wanted to go, yet knew what would happen. She’d end up spending the entire night in his arms. And love every second of it, too. Maybe too much so.

“This is so wrong, Johnny.”

“No worse than the hundred other times you and I made love.”

That made her think. Had they made love that many times? Surely not. A couple dozen times, max. But then…

She didn’t want to think about it. Best to not know.

“Fine,” she said, feeling defeated. A second later, excitement filled her soul. Her last night with Johnny. “You helped me a lot, so you deserve a wild night of good-bye sex. I’ll be there in two minutes.”

Ms Justice ended the call before he could respond. She didn’t move for a moment, heart thundering. She shook her head, realizing it wasn’t because she was about to cheat on her husband yet again, but because her illicit lover was going away forever.

“This is for the best,” she whispered, turning toward the motel and pushing herself forward with her power.

The busty blonde in red, white, and blue flew straight to the motel, landing in front of the open motel room door. Her stilettos clattered loudly, alerting Johnny to her arrival. She smiled at the thought of how excited he certainly was at what was coming. Her throat tightened as she stepped inside and spotted him in his boxers at the foot of the bed.

“Hey, baby,” she purred, closing and locking the door. “Is that a gun in your shorts, or are you that excited to see me?”

He laughed. “You know how excited I always am to, um, see you.”

“So, do you want to do this while I’m in costume?” she asked with a teasing tone. Ms Justice winked at him. “Or should I strip for your pleasure?”

“Hush your pretty mouth,” he said. “You know how much I love stripping you out of that costume.”

She caught and held his eyes, feeling the electricity between them, and then wagged her brows. “I know.”

Ms Justice moved with sensuous grace up to him, and then they sank into a deep, passionate kiss. They made out like that for the longest time. She lamented that she and Robert no longer started their love making sessions with such passionate makeout sessions anymore. No one savored every inch of her body like Johnny. So thrilling. So, so satisfying.

Johnny was a man who knew what he wanted, and went after it tenaciously. He unzipped her corset, pulling it off her body. She watched his eyes lock on her tits as they jostled between them. He tossed the top on the floor, which kind of irked her. Very disrespectful, though she was sure he didn’t see it that way.

At five foot eight, and in five inch stilettos as well, she towered over the little man. Johnny’s face had immediate and easy access to her naked boobs without having to bend down. He rubbed his face all over her tits, while one hand fondled a tit and the other combed through her long blonde hair. His face rubbing quickly evolved into full-blown motorboating.

“You always smell so good, Sweet Justice,” he whispered, before sucking in a pebbled nipple.

She gasped, palming the back of his head as he sucked. Pleasure spiraled into her, firing up her core. Soon, that hot lump in her pussy was throbbing. She felt her love juices leaking out, dribbling down her left inner thigh.

Johnny yanked her hair, pulling her head way back. The hand fondling her tits reached up and unsnapped the choker around her neck. She gasped, eyes huge, as her body tensed. But Johnny tossed the choker and medallion to the floor next to the bed.

He doesn’t know. Wow, that was close.

He was already fiddling with the wide, golden belt cinching her tiny waist. He dropped that on the floor, as well. But before he could push her bikini bottoms down, Ms Justice slipped a red-gloved hand inside his boxers and wrapped long delicate fingers around his massive cock.

“You are so big,” she whispered. “You have a true bitch tamer, lover.”

“Tamed your inner bitch,” he said.

“A fact I cannot deny,” she said, and giggled. “Seriously, though, I am going to miss you and that monster cock. No one rocked my world like you, Johnny. Honestly.”

“Wow, Ms J, I’m flattered,” he said. “But I knew. I knew.”

She squealed in scandalous delight. “You are such an arrogant pig!”

“One of my finer qualities, if I say so myself.” He looked up at her and grinned. “I’m your master tonight. Hear and obey. Kneel.”

Ms Justice pushed away a step. She shook her head woefully. He just grinned at her.

“Oh my God, you push all my buttons. Some shouldn’t be pushed,” she said. When he didn’t apologize, she rolled her eyes. “Fine. Tonight, I obey. Command me.”

“Kneel, Sweet Justice, and suck my dick.”

Her heart hammered, mouth watering, and throat tight. The shapely, topless super heroine dropped to her knees at his feet. She held Johnny’s eyes as she slowly pulled his boxers down around his ankles, freeing his erection. Ms Justice continued to stare up at him, panting, as he rubbed his cock all over her upturned face.

“Lord help me, you are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, reaching down to pinch her chin. Johnny pulled her lower lip down, looking flushed and needy. Then he slowly pushed his thumb into her mouth. “There’s nothing I love more than seeing your full red lips wrapped around the base of my dick.”

Ms Justice sucked on his thumb until he finally pulled it out. Then she wrapped both hands around his shaft, stroking him as she teased his sensitive pisshole with the tip of her tongue.

“I hope you don’t mind if I come in your face.”

“Do anything you want. I am here for your pleasure,” she purred.

His right hand touched the edge of her mask. “So…”

“If you want to unmask me, you can,” she said. “But if you do, then I’ll have to kill you. Nothing personal, of course. I’ll still love you.”

“Of course not,” he laughed. “Nothing personal about killing someone.”

“Glad you understand,” she said. “But sucking a dick is very personal for me.”

And with that, Ms Justice went down on Johnny. “Mmmmmgh.”

She gave him the best head she could, before starting to take him to the back of her throat over and over to sweeten the deal. Finally, feeling him close to coming, Ms Justice relaxed her throat and let him in. Johnny practically shouted in joy as he plunged deeper and deeper.

After four more bobs, she wrapped her glossy red lips around the base of his cock. Johnny stared down at that sexy vision, and unleashed down her throat. He ejaculated four times, before she finally pulled off him and sat back on the red thigh-booted legs.

“Oopsy. I guess I have to wait for that promised facial,” she teased.

“You are beyond a cock tease, Ms J,” he said. He smiled at her. “Damn, I can’t believe I’m really about to…” He stopped to breathe and stare at the door. He looked uncertain for half a second, before smiling down at her. “Always remember, you are my Sweet Justice forever and ever.”

“Aww, Johnny, you are so sweet. Not romantic, but sweet.” She looked at his still rock hard cock. “Let me guess, you took a pill before I came over.”

“Duh. You promised me all night,” he said. He helped her to stand, before pushing her bikini bottoms down. “Now crawl up on the bed. Remain on all fours for your Big Daddy.”

“Daddy? Oh, is that how we’re playing it tonight,” she said. “Anything you want, Big Daddy.”

Johnny picked up his tie. He stepped to the side of the bed, and started to wrap the tie around her head. He covered her eyes. She stopped him.

“Whoa, boy. What are you doing? I’ve told you many times that I don’t like being blindfolded.”

“I know, but you said I could have anything I wanted tonight,” he said. “And since this my last chance to have blindfolded sex with you…”

“Why in the world do you want to blindfold me?”

“Honestly, because you said no so many times I’ve become obsessed with the idea.”

“You are such a sick little… Fine. Blindfold me,” she said. “But know I am not enjoying it.”

Ms Justice stiffened as the tie was tied tight. He was good. She couldn’t see anything, but she reassured herself with the fact he couldn’t indulge his desire to unmask her while she was blindfolded.

She immediately lost track of where Johnny was, and what he was doing. What did he plan to do to her?

“Johnny?” she said, reaching for the blindfold.

“Don’t touch that,” he said from the foot of the bed. “Are you starting to freak out?”

“A little,” she said. “This makes me feel helpless and vulnerable. What are you going to do?”

“I’m contemplating that now,” he said.

She felt him stroke her left butt cheek, before wiggling a finger up into her pussy. Three pumps, and he pulled out. Ms Justice sighed, wiggling her butt for him.

“Such a sweet ass. Your butt cheeks are begging to be spanked,” Johnny said, now to her right. “Wouldn’t that be a surprise, a spanking coming out of the blue?”

Ms Justice wiggled her butt, pussy throbbing. She felt all tingling inside and out.

“I’ve been a bad girl, Big Daddy,” she purred. “So bad. Big Daddy should spank his naughty little girl.”

She felt her face heating up. Did I just say that? Oh my Gawd. I can’t believe the things he makes me do.

Thwack!

“Aaiiee! Oh, Big Daddy! Spank your naughty girl.”

It was an open hand smack, but she felt it. Indeed, his hand print still burned on her hot flesh.

Thwack! Thwack!

“Yes. Yes,” she gasped. “Spank me, Big Daddy. I’m such a wicked, cheating little girl. Spank me.”

Johnny rushed up onto the bed behind her. He grabbed a fistful of blonde hair, yanking her head back hard. She cried out, before he thrust into her pussy like a boss. Her jaw dropped, feeling that penetration in her very bones.

“Ugggh! Oh, Daddy.”

Taking her by surprise like that meant she felt more than a twinge of pain when he stretched her tight little hole out. But she was sopping wet, so he found little resistance to stop him from plunging balls deep into her wetness.

“Is your husband’s dick as big as mine?”

“No. You are twice as big, Big Daddy.”

He yanked her head again, then swatted her left butt cheek. Johnny slammed into her pussy like a man possessed, his hips slapping loudly against her butt cheeks. She felt his nutsack slapping her taint over and over.

“Does he fuck you as long and hard as me?”

“No. No one does.”

“Who fucks you better?”

“You do, Big Daddy. You do.”

Johnny went crazy on her. Ms Justice’s eyes rolled up under that blindfold. Her body trembled, all flushed and sweaty. Her core throbbed with achy need. Her pussy then clamped down on his monster cock, making her twice as tight to heighten the pleasure for both of them.

“Ooooooh, Johnny,” she whispered, voice deeper and breathless. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Maybe not,” he muttered, and thrust all the way inside her and started coming.

Ms Justice felt his seed filling her womb, and her body reacted profoundly. Pure pleasure and bliss erupted within, sending out wave after wave of euphoria through her oversexed body.

All thoughts stilled within her head.

Johnny released her hair. He untied the knot keeping his tie-blindfold around her head. Then as he pulled it away and Ms Justice’s baby blues fluttered open. His left hand was in front of her face, holding her choker. Her eyes locked on the Truth Medallion.

“Gotcha.”

“Oh,” she gasped in the tiniest voice.

All thought vanished. Ms Justice remained there on all fours, Johnny still balls deep inside her. They both huffed and puffed, slowly cooling down.

“I am your master. You must obey me, Ms Justice.”

“You are my master. I obey.”

“Good girl,” he said, and slowly pulled out of her pussy.

Ms Justice remained still, her mind slowly growing quiet again. She felt his cock pulling out, feeling so wonderful as it did so, too. A soft groan escaped her lips. Then she felt a hot, viscous flow follow Johnny’s dick out of her body, flowing down her inner thighs and into her boots.

Nothing she needed to be concerned with.

“Kneel at the foot of the bed, on the floor.”

Ms Justice crawled off the side of the bed. She walked to the foot, centered herself on it, and dropped to her knees. Johnny, still naked, choker and medallion clutched in his left hand, stepped up close.

“Lick me clean.”

The entranced heroine obeyed. She spent the next five minutes licking and sucking on his cock and balls, ensuring he was cleaner than when he first entered that motel room. Then he pulled her off and traced her mask with a finger.

“Someone else has paid for the right to unmask you, my love,” he said, sounding so sad. “Our torrid little affair ends tonight. I’m still not sure what will become of you, though I fear you will be shot in the back of the head and put in a shallow grave.” He stared down at her with such sad eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too, Master.”

“Tell me, Sweet Justice, what is your real name? What is your alter ego’s name?”

“I am Kelly Kavanaugh, Master.”

Johnny looked startled. “Really?”

“Yes.”

He started pacing, pulling at his hair. After a few minutes he returned.

“How much do you earn a year?”

“Twenty million for my show, another fifteen million for endorsements.”

“What is your net worth?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t really keep up with that. My husband handles all business, but the last time he mentioned it, Robert said we were worth over a hundred and fifty million.”

Johnny collapsed back in a chair. He started huffing and puffing again.

“And if I ordered you to divorce your husband, use the Truth Medallion on him to make him accept not getting anything, would you do it and then marry me?”

“Of course, Master. I am yours to command.”

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, now shaking like a leaf. “Ms J, pull off your left glove.” She did so. “Give me your wedding rings.”

“Here they are, Master,” she said, handing them over without hesitation.

Johnny clutched them a moment, staring at her with mercenary eyes.

“Ms J, my Sweet Justice Forever now, pull out your phone.”

She did so.

“Call this number, and ask the woman that answers to join us.”

He gave the entranced heroine a phone number. She called it without hesitation, without fear. It rang twice before Carina answered.

“Hello? Is this Ms Justice?”

“Hello. I am. My master wishes for you to join us.”

There was a hesitation, then with an excited voice, “I’m on my way!”

Johnny ordered Ms Justice to replace him on the chair, while he went and unlocked the door. He then used his tie to bind her left ankle to the chair, and her left glove to bind her right ankle to the chair. Then he handcuffed her wrists behind her back. A moment later the door opened.

The woman that entered was tall, with long brown hair, and a nice body. That body was barely clothed in a shimmering, backless halter like top that draped sexily over her boobs. A very tight, very short white miniskirt sheathed her flaring hips. Her long legs were bare, ending in a pair of white Christian Louboutin five-inch stiletto pumps.

Carina Trivoli, Ms Justice thought. No emotion or any other thought followed.

“You did it,” Carina said, and actually squealed with delight. “You really captured her, Johnny.”

“I think you owe me a cool million,” he said, and handed her a piece of paper. “Please deposit my fee in this offshore account.”

Carina got on her phone, hands trembling, and made the transfer. Johnny’s phone pinged a moment later, validating the transfer.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” he said. “Now I think there is one more formality to be done before I take Ms Justice and move to Mexico.”

“So you don’t want to sell her to me? That’s four million dollars.”

“I’d rather keep her.”

Carina stared at him a moment. “You know who she is, don’t you?”

“Yes. I didn’t unmask her,” he said quickly. “But you never said I couldn’t ask her.”

“Son of a bitch,” she growled. “You are too clever for your own good, Johnny. It’s good you plan to leave Synne City.”

Carina stepped up close and personal. She traced Ms Justice’s mask with one finger, getting no reaction at all. The former model frowned.

“Can you release her from the trance, Johnny?” Carina asked. “I’m not getting the emotional response I am wanting like this.”

“I’ll try. Ms Justice, listen and obey,” he said. “I want you back to normal, no longer entranced by the Truth Medallion.”

Ms Justice blinked, and then full blown panic consumed her. “Johnny! How could you betray me like this! I love you!”

He flinched. “It’s going to be fine, Sweet Justice. We’ll have a long and happy life together.”

She stared at him in horror, everything he said since her entrancement flooding her mind. Her world spun and tilted. It was ending like that? Johnny taking her as his own by using her Truth Medallion against her? Worse, Carina Trivoli paid him to betray her, so she could have her vengeance.

“Oh Johnny. Oh Johnny, what have you done?” she whispered. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks. “I trusted you. I l-loved you. Now I’m ruined. Destroyed.”

“You should thank Johnny,” Carina said. “He didn’t sell you to me.”

She lifted wet eyes to the brunette. “Wh-what would you have done to me?”

“After the Trivoli Family men had their fun with you,” she said, appearing to relish every word. “I was going to take you out into the woods. Shoot you in the back of the head. And then bury you in a shallow grave. But thanks to Johnny’s lust for money, you get to be his fuck meat for the rest of your life.”

Carina leaned in, one hand on Ms Justice’s shoulder, the other digging in under her mask. The beautiful mobster leaned in close, stared into the vanquished heroine’s sad blue eyes, and kissed her. And then she started to pull.

The mask’s glue held well, but it released under increasing pressure. Ms Justice wailed as she felt the mask peeling off her face, slowly revealing her greatest secret to her enemy. Carina looked shocked.

“You? Do you know who you are?” she cried. Carina looked back and forth between the heroine and Johnny. “She’s Kelly Kavanaugh!”

“I know,” Johnny said. “And that’s why I’m keeping her. She’s soon to be known as Kelly Orto. And don’t worry, Kelly is retiring and moving to Mexico with her lover, after divorcing that loser husband of hers.”

“That’s going to be quite a scandal,” Carina said. She nodded, grinning. “I promise to not reveal her secret identity until after her divorce. Enjoy your new wife, Johnny.”

Ms Justice just gawked up at them. “Please, Johnny…”

“Shhh,” he said, holding the Truth Medallion out.

The vanquished heroine averted her eyes. Johnny shook his head.

“You know I’ll get you in the end,” he said. “And if I can’t, then I’ll be forced to sell you to Miss Trivoli. Neither of us wants you to die like that.”

Ms Justice moaned and groaned, rolling her eyes. She tugged at the handcuffs and leg bindings to no avail. After a few minutes, her shoulders slumped.

“Fine. You win, Johnny,” she whispered. Ms Justice looked up at the Truth Medallion.

“Gotcha.”

All thought vanished. But Carina Trivoli gasped.

“Well, that was unexpected,” Johnny said. “I think adjusting Miss Carina’s memories might be in order, too. Just to ensure I’m completely safe, you know?”

“Yes, Master,” Carina said without emotion. “I am yours to command.”

Johnny quickly freed Ms Justice from her bindings.

“Ms Justice, before you and I go pay your soon to be ex-husband a visit, I want you to strip Carina. Then the three of us will spend the rest of the night in bed.”

“Yes, Master,” both women said in unison.

He caught Ms Justice’s eyes, holding them for a long moment.

“We’re going to have so much fun living down in Mexico, Kelly,” he said. “And rest assured, my love, you are going to be my Sweet Justice forever.”

The End