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Ms Justice: Hump Day Heroine

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril Non-Canon

By JK Waylon

Ms Justice pushed herself as fast as she could, flying just above the street fight. Catgirl flew up and across the fight a second later, so Ms Justice veered up just enough for the other heroine to pass under her. Then she swooped down to drive a knee into the head of a Tomasi Family thug.

“Now stay down!” she shouted, dropping to one knee beside him. The busty blonde heroine pulled a heavy-duty zip-tie out of her left thigh boot and bound the thug’s wrists behind his back. Then she pulled two more zip-ties, binding his ankles together, before zip-tying his wrists and ankles together in a hogtie. “That ought to keep you from running away.”

Another shapely blonde flew up as Ms Justice lifted up above the fight again. Gold Avenger looked tousled, a little blood under her nose. Her mirror-like gold leotard was ripped under her left tit, revealing a healthy amount of underboob.

“I worry this street fight is a distraction,” Gold Avenger called as she flew closer. She waved over another blonde heroine in a red and black leotard and thigh boots costume. “Ms Justice, can you and Fury sweep the area to ensure no one is trying to pull something bigger?”

Ms Justice nodded. It made sense. Tomasi Family thugs wouldn’t have any stake in street gang fights. They were obviously instigators, if not orchestrating the whole thing with both street gangs.

Lifting up higher with Fury, she watched as Gold Avenger plunged back into the fight, desperate to break it up with her sidekick, Golden Girl, backed up by Freedom, Minx, and Midnight Angel. Ms Justice waved Fury to follow, leading her up above the surrounding buildings.

It was an economically depressed neighborhood on the south side of Synne City, very close to downtown. That stubby little business district was filled with brawling young men. One street over was another store-lined street, with housing all around the two streets. No one was out and about as far as the heroine could tell.

“You search to the south, I’ll go north,” Ms Justice said to the much younger heroine.

“Will do, Ms J,” Fury said and streaked away, vanishing in the darkness within seconds.

The busty blonde heroine turned back to the north, and pushed herself forward at a fast clip. But then a line of luxury SUV’s turned onto that second business street. She came to a stop and hovered, watching the five vehicles drive slowly down the street.

The SUVs stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned office building. Three stories, red brick. Most of the windows shattered. So she dropped lower and lower, eyes locked on the suspicious vehicles. Then men piled out, looking around.

“Oh my,” she whispered, coming to a stop.

One of the passengers that got out of the middle SUV looked mighty familiar. A man she’d known, feared, and loathed for thirteen years. The billionaire business mogul looked around suspiciously, then lifted his phone. It appeared he was texting with someone.

“Well now, Mr. Rodgers,” she whispered. “What brings a man of your stature to this neighborhood, at this hour, on a Tuesday night?”

Pierce Rodgers was the man that had hired Ms Justice’s alter ego, Kelly, as a field reporter straight out of high school. She’d worked as a reporter and weekend anchor while attending college. At the same time, she was apprenticing as a super heroine.

Those were the days, she thought. Then her mood soured. I’d call them my glory days, if not for that perv down there.

Young Kelly Richardson had quickly learned that handsome Pierce Rodgers was not her dream media mentor. He was a rogue and a scoundrel, who only hired her to get into her panties. The fact she excelled at her new job, fortunately, made it impossible for him to fire her when she shot him down over and over.

But he’d never stopped pursuing, not even after she’d married, and then became the top cable news host in the world as Kelly Kavanaugh. Indeed, every Wednesday at 11 AM she had an appointment to meet with Pierce. She thought of it as her weekly sexual harassment session.

“The things I put up with for that twenty million dollar salary,” she muttered.

A moment later, the door opened and a Tomasi underboss stepped out to shake Pierce’s hand. Ms Justice instantly realized her mistake, and reached for her phone to record the encounter. But the two men vanished inside before she got the phone out.

Pierce was inside the building for just five minutes. He came out with a small black sack clutched tightly in one hand, and quickly ducked into his vehicle. The five SUVs took off, turning back to the north. Ms Justice followed them until it became obvious the billionaire was headed home. The Tomasi people were gone by the time she returned to the building.

“What are you up to now, Pierce?” she whispered. “I don’t like it, and I will find out why you are meeting with the Tomasi.”

~**~**~

AmCable News studios, Wednesday, 10:55 AM…

Kelly braced herself with a hand to the wall as she slipped on a stiletto pump. She then stepped before the full-length mirror in her dressing room. Her fuchsia bandage dress hugged her feminine curves like a second skin. She had to forego underwear because of how thin and tight that dress stretched around her. Her legs remained bare, ending in patent pink stiletto pumps. Her nails and lip gloss were the same shade of pink as the shoes.

Rubbing her lips together, This should keep his mind occupied and focused.

Kelly generally didn’t dress quite so sexy for her weekly meetings with Pierce. But he always personally picked out her outfit for the Wednesday show, and she had to “model” it for him during the meeting. So humiliating.

The dress was held on by one long zipper in back, access to it hidden by her long blonde hair. She started to steel herself to defend that zipper from Pierce. He liked easily removed dresses way too much, and almost always at least tried to unzip her.

At least Robert isn’t here to witness my humiliation yet again, she thought.

Her husband-slash-manager was on a business trip to New York City. He’d be gone until Saturday. She’d sent her glam squad and PA out to an early lunch after they dolled her up for the boss man. Kelly needed a moment alone before her trial by fire.

She paused before heading out. I wonder if there is a way to get hold of his phone? I’d love to read those text messages between him and the Tomasi.

Kelly looked off into space, all thoughts zeroing in on that phone.

I’d almost let him unzip me if I could steal that phone… No, don’t even think about that, Kelly! It WILL go south fast.

Time was running out, and Pierce was twice as hard on her when she was late. Hell, he hungered for reasons to treat her badly. So she strived to ensure he had no reasons. She hoped it frustrated him, but was sure it just made him feel more in control.

Sometimes a girl just can’t win, she thought, heading for the door.

The elevator was just around the corner, so in a matter of steps she was rising up toward her date with destiny. At least that was how it always felt. One mistake on her part, and her future would be derailed. The elevator rose quickly to the Executive Suite.

Striding out of the elevator confidently, she headed for the receptionist. The first line of defense for the powerful men that worked on that floor. Not a barrier for her, unfortunately. The hot little redhead behind the desk looked her up and down with judgmental brown eyes.

Are you judging me? Kelly thought. You’re not even a natural redhead.

“Kelly Kavanaugh. I have an eleven o’clock with Mr. Rodgers.”

The redhead glanced at the clock on the wall. 11 AM straight up.

“Perfect. Mr. Rodgers likes punctuality,” she said, picking up the handset to call the boss. “Sir, Kelly Kavanaugh is here for her eleven o’clock…meeting.”

Kelly bristled. Is she implying that I am here to fuck him?

The redhead smirked, nodded, and pointed to the right, toward the boss’ office. Kelly held her tongue, turned and marched off toward the too familiar office.

A male voice said, clear as a bell, “If it’s Kelly Kavanaugh, this must be Hump Daaaay.”

She clattered to a stop, whirling in the direction of that voice. Seven men and three women sat behind desks, all with their heads down and working on their computers. None of them gave any indication they had said, or heard, anything untoward.

God, how I hate that expression, she thought. Why does everyone and his mother have to say Hump Day now? It’s Wednesday. Just Wednesday.

Fists clenched, her stilettos clattered loudly as she marched toward her meeting. She could barely think straight.

Maybe this isn’t worth twenty million a year, she thought. If I retired, I could dedicate my days to charity work and my nights to crimefighting. Win-win.

Pierce’s door stood open behind and between his two personal secretaries. Olivia and Cadence glanced up at her, smiled, and returned to their work. No obvious judgment, but they knew what went down behind closed doors. Kelly wasn’t the only beautiful host and/or reporter working for the network. They all paid the price for their fame. Some heavier than others.

Kelly usually left the door open, but a secretary always closed it after. This time she closed the door herself. Pierce looked up from his computer with a curious expression. Was that a little hope in his eyes? Definitely a predatory cast to his gaze.

“Good morning, Kelly,” he said, rising to his feet to come around the desk and greet her. Like always, he tried to hug her. She kept him at arm’s length. “I see you’re keeping up that reputation as a stone cold bitch.”

“Cultivated extensively by your network,” Kelly sneered. She leveled eyes full of cold fury on him. “This has got to stop, Pierce. I’m never, ever going to submit to your lusts. Get it out of your head. I will not warm your bed. I’m a married woman.”

“Hmm. You said married, not happilymarried.”

“Oh my GAWD!” she cried. “You are outrageous.”

Kelly glanced back at the door, her face heating up when Pierce began his usual walk-around, head-to-toe inspection of her outfit and body. She felt pink arch across her cheeks, mouth going dry.

“Very pretty, Kelly. As always, you are gorgeous personified.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Great. I’m so happy you approve of the outfit you picked out for me.”

“Now, be a good girl and do a little spin for me,” he said. “Don’t forget to swing those hips.”

“Must I?” She heard faint laughter come through the door. “It was bad enough you feel a need to humiliate me, but now your stupid lackeys are joining in on the fun!” she said. “It has to end. No more Hump Day meetings… I mean, Wednesday meetings. Jesus, some jerk catcalled me with ‘Hump Day’ as I approached your office. Did you know that?”

His eyes glazed over. “I can’t believe I failed to pick up on our meetings falling on hump day. Funny.”

“It’s not funny!”

He smirked and walked back behind his desk. She noticed his cell on the desk, taking an involuntary step toward it. She had to stop herself from snatching it up then and there. Pierce opened the top left desk drawer, pulling out a small black velvet sack. He came back around the desk toward her, while shaking the contents out.

Her breath caught, eyes locked on the sack.

“I bought a little something this week,” he said. “Got it on auction. Very rare. Very valuable. I think it would interest you.”

Auction? she thought. I know exactly where you… Oh, was it a dark web auction?

That piqued her interest. If Pierce was purchasing something off the Dark Web, then it had to be illegal to own. Did he think possessing such an item would turn her on or something? Just the thought was sick.

“Then I can go after you show me?”

Kelly had no interest in leaving now. She could feel it in her bones. Pierce had broken the law, and she was going to nail him. But she had to play it cool. It would all be over soon.

“Sure, why not?”

She sighed dramatically, before looking at what he had in his hand. It was gold. A small disk. Very shiny. And then her breath caught.

Truth Medallion!

“Gotcha.”

Kelly froze, her mind going blank. She stood there, mouth opened in a perfect “O”. Eyes wide. Pierce grinned at her.

“Things around here are about to change for the better, my pet,” he said. Pierce started walking around her again, this time with one hand on her body. “Close your mouth.”

Her mouth closed as she relaxed her expression into a resting bitch face. He stopped to her right, combing a hand through her silky blonde tresses. Then he pinched her chin, pulling her glossy pink lip down.

“Bark like a dog.”

“Arf. Arf. Arf.”

“Big dog.”

“Woof! Woof!”

“Stop,” Pierce said, copping a feel of her sweetly rounded butt, then her right tit. “I am your master now, Kelly. You must obey my every command.”

“I obey, Master.”

He groaned, then sucked in a deep breath.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” he whispered. “Kelly, listen and obey. Kiss me, and make me believe you are a woman in helpless, abject love.”

Kelly’s busty body melted into a more relaxed, sensuous stance. She slanted sultry eyes over to him, holding his gaze. And it sizzled. Kelly bit her lip, turned to face him, and pressed up close as her arms went over his shoulders. His arms went around her, pulling her in tight against his chest. Pierce watched her glossy pink lips slowly part, before her head tilted and her eyes closed.

Kelly offered her lips to her master.

Pierce took a moment to bask in that sight, before he sank into her kiss with a groan. Kelly moaned. They both pressed in, and then she opened his mouth with her own. Tongues began exploring and teasing.

“Mmmmm,” Kelly moaned wantonly, as passion flared deep within.

The silver-haired billionaire stroked her back as they made out hot and heavy for the longest time. Then one hand slipped up under her long hair, found the zipper, and pulled it all the way down. The back of that uber tight dress practically snapped apart, revealing bare back and butt. He grabbed that now naked butt with both hands, squeezing firmly.

The seventy-one year old billionaire broke free of their kiss, grinned with wicked glee, and studied her beautiful face a moment. Her baby blues fluttered open, held his gaze, while she licked her full pink lips. Her mind began to still again.

Waiting for his next command.

“Kelly, who is your master?”

“You are my master.”

“Who do you love more than anyone?”

“My husband, Robert Kavanaugh. And Joh…”

“Stop. Now, Kelly, I command you to love me. Only me. No one else.”

Kelly’s eyes glazed over. Emotions warred across her lovely face, before she locked eyes with him again.

“Master, I love you. Only you.”

He pushed her out to arm’s length, pulled the dress off the rest of the way, and tossed it on the floor. Pierce looked her naked body over with relish. Kelly noticed his interest and desire, so bowed her back to better display her body, her boobs.

“God help me,” he whispered. “Your body is insane. And your tits are spectacular.”

Pierce pulled her back in to bury his face in her boobs. Both hands fondled her tits while he motorboated cable TV’s hottest, most popular hostess. Kelly watched him, a tiny smile on her lovely face. Soon, his hands began to explore her body while he settled down to suck on her pebbled nipples. It was a while before he came up for air.

He glanced at his desk. “As you mentioned earlier, it’s Hump Day, so I really, really want to fuck you. But I’ve alsofantasized about a kneeling blowjob from you for years.”

“I can start by sucking you, Master,” she said. “And when you are ready, I’ll stop so you can fuck me. A regular suck and fuck.”

“Do it.”

Kelly dropped to her knees, unzipped the powerful media mogul, and pulled out his cock. He came out rock hard, ready to play. She nuzzled his hairy nutsack, before running a hot, wet tongue up the underside of his dick. Then, holding his eyes, Kelly kissed the tip of his cock, before opening her mouth and sucking him in.

“Mmmm.”

“Wow. Do you like sucking dick, Kelly?”

“I do.”

“Have you sucked many dicks?”

“More than I can count,” she said, and went down on him hard. Kelly took Pierce to the back of her tongue, triggering her gag reflex. “Sorry, Master. I’ll try harder.”

Kelly started bobbing up and down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper. Her eyes closed, while she moaned and groaned. He watched breathlessly as his cock went deeper and deeper. Pierce felt it when he pushed past her tongue, tapped the back of her throat, and only caused a slight gag. The next bob sucked him down into her throat. A moment later, Kelly wrapped her lips around the base of his cock.

“Oh hell yes!” he cried. “I’m ready.”

She quickly pulled off, stood and backed over to the desk. Kelly sat on the edge of that seventy-five-grand hunk of walnut, lifting one stiletto-heeled foot up as he moved in. She wrapped that leg around him even as one hand guided his dick into her snatch.

“Tell me, Kelly,” he said, and then thrust deep into her hot, wet pussy.

“Ugggh! Oh, yes. Yes.”

“Tell the truth, Kelly,” he continued breathlessly as he thrust into her over and over. “Are the rumors true? Did Armand Germaine make you his bitch?”

Kelly’s other leg wrapped around him, too, as she grunted softly with every deep thrust. He didn’t come close to having the biggest dick she’d ever taken, but Kelly’s pussy was tight. She felt those thrusts in her bones. Her back bowed, and she squeezed her pussy even tighter.

“Yes, Master,” she gasped out. “He… Ooooh. He did.”

“Damn,” he gasped out.

He grabbed her left tit, squeezing hard. His other hand grabbed Kelly’s jaw, before pushing his thumb into her mouth. Kelly stared up into his lust-filled eyes and sucked on that thumb.

Her body changed, getting all hot and mushy. An erotic tingle started in her pussy, spreading out quickly. Kelly groaned long and soulfully as that rise to climax claimed her. Her eyes widened as she peaked.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed, body bucking as wild and wonderful pleasure pulsed out from her core. Waves of unimaginable bliss washed through her over and over as he continued to pound into her tight wetness.

“This is better than I imagined,” Pierce gasped out, and sheathed his cock balls-deep inside her. “Take that, Kelly Kavanaugh!”

Kelly felt his hot cum flood her womb. Pleasure overwhelmed her again, as her body started that insane pulsing again.

“Aaaaggh! Oh, Master. Master. Master.”

“Did you like that, Kelly?”

“I did, Master. I loved it. I love you.”

He pulled the Truth Medallion out of his pocket and smiled down at it.

“Yes you do,” he said. “Best purchase ever.”

Pierce slowly pulled out. He took two steps back and stopped to watch Kelly. Her belly still quivered. She moaned and groaned, basking in the afterglow. As best he could tell, her two climaxes hadn’t broken her out of the trance. Or if it had, the enchanted medallion truly made her madly in love with him. Was she completely his obedient slavegirl to play with, when and how he pleased?

I have to be careful. I’m sure people heard her screams, he thought. I’m sure everyone on this floor will know I finally nailed her by the end of the day. So I have to handle this carefully, at least at first.

“Kelly, look at this,” he said, holding out the Truth Medallion. She looked straight at it, caught and unable to look away. He grinned, “Gotcha. Now listen carefully and obey me. You will forget all about what happened here today as soon as you walk out that door. You will go back to being the same woman as before. But, you will feel compelled to come visit me whenever I summon you. No excuses.” Then his grin grew wicked. “And when you hear Hump Day you will become insanely horny and unable to say no.”

Pierce almost giggled like a teenager. Every single time he met her, Pierce planned to “Hump Day” Kelly. And with the medallion, he could then make her forget what happened, so it could happen over and over and over.

Once I figure out how to get rid of her annoying husband, then I will claim her fulltime, he thought. We will become the ultimate power couple.

“Get dressed and go back to work as if nothing happened, Kelly,” he said.

Pierce sat back in his chair and watched Kelly slowly dress. She went into his office bath to fix her face and hair, before just walking past him and out the door.

Kelly stopped between the two secretaries and blinked. What happened? Why did I just swoon?

Olivia and Cadence were staring at their monitors, but looked like they would burst. What had them so excited? She gave them wary looks and continued on.

At least the weekly sexual harassment session ended early, she thought. The redheaded receptionist was grinning at her, too. Kelly glanced at the clock and stopped in her tracks. 11:48? I was in there forty-eight minutes? Felt like less than five. Am I coming down with something?

She did feel a little tingly. Odd, since Amazons rarely got sick. She’d personally never been sick a day in her life. Was she about to come down with her first ever cold or flu?

I bet Pierce gave it to me, she thought, scowling.

The elevator ride down was uncomfortable. Two senior executives came up the elevator, but stayed on to chat her up on the way down. Kelly did her best to smile and be friendly. She stayed just short of flirting.

She didn’t feel safe until she entered her dressing room. It was empty. With Robert in New York, and her glam squad and PA at lunch until one, she had the suite of rooms to herself. But for only two minutes.

Someone knocked on the door. Kelly tensed, eyes narrowing. Would Pierce follow her down?

Kelly opened the door to find Jerry Lima standing there with a big smile. His eyes dropped to her boobs, lingered a few seconds longer than polite, but quickly lifted back to her lips. He never quite looked her in the eyes.

“Hello, Jerry. Is there something I can help you with?”

He snapped out of it, looking embarrassed. Kelly smiled. Yeah, she knew he was crushing hard on her. Had been since day one of his employment. The much younger, chubby man stammered something she didn’t quite understand, and then thrust a manila envelope at her.

“Th-This is for you. Jason sent it,” he managed to say as she took it from his trembling hand. He looked her over again. “So… I guess I gotta go, Kelly. Have a happy Hump Day.”

Kelly’s body tensed. Her mind went blank, before speeding back with a vengeance. A hot, mushy tingle claimed her core, her pussy. Then it spread out in a searing hot wave of need. Yeah, her body, mind, and soul screamed for release.

“Don’t go,” she gasped out, grabbing his arm. “Stay with me. Please.”

She didn’t wait for Jerry to respond. Kelly yanked him inside, slammed the door closed, and locked it. She licked her lips as she stalked toward the younger man. His eyes were huge, but locked on her glossy pink lips first thing. She noticed and smiled.

“You want a taste, dontcha?” she purred, and bit her lip. His trousers immediately tented, so Kelly reached down and grabbed his cock through the fabric. “Oh, you’re a big boy, aren’t you?”

“K-K-Kelly? I don’t… Oh, that feels…”

“Shhhh, baby boy,” she purred, placing a perfectly manicured finger over his mouth. “I know you want me. I bet you beat off while thinking about me at night.”

He flushed bright red. She giggled. Her hand started stroking his cock through his trousers. Kelly pressed him back against the wall, moving in until her lips were brushing his. She gave him a little peck on the lips.

“I… I….”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I masturbate, too. We all do.” She stopped stroking to unzip him. Jerry’s breath caught.

“Do you wanna?” she asked, holding his gaze. “I do. I want you, Jerry. I want you inside me. Now.”

“I… I…”

Kelly rolled her eyes. “I know you like me, Jerry. Girls know these things. Now I want you, so all of your fantasies can come true.”

The busty blonde kissed him, long and deep. Jerry’s passion ignited in turn. Soon they were making out hot and heavy. Jerry got Kelly out of her dress, and she dragged him over to the couch. Kelly dropped to her knees, pulled his trousers and boxers down around his ankles, and then pushed him back onto the couch.

“Just relax and let your girl take care of you, baby.”

Kelly crawled up between Jerry’s knees, wrapped her delicate hand around his throbbing shaft, and started stroking. Jerry moaned. She smiled, before leaning in to kiss and lick his shaft from base to tip. And then she proceeded to give her floor manager intense head.

“Oh God,” Jerry cried out after just a moment.

Hot cum flooded Kelly’s mouth. She noticed that he looked even more embarrassed. And he should be coming so soon. But he also looked adorable, so she waited until he finished ejaculating into her mouth. Took quite a while.

Pulling off, she rocked back onto her legs and smiled at him. Then Kelly tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and stuck out her cupped tongue. Jerry’s eyes widened at the sight of his creamy seed in her mouth. And she swallowed every drop with a wag of her brows.

“Look at you, Jerry. Robert’s Eskimo brothernow,” she said. “Now let me fluff you up again, so I can ride you like a – ”

His phone went off. “It’s my boss! I’m late.”

Jerry jumped up, tucked his cock back into his pants, and rushed out the door as he answered the call. Kelly knelt there, naked, the door wide open, and stared after him. He actually left her. Her!

That ticked her off, and her ardor began to fade. Kelly quickly closed and locked the door. Then she went to the bathroom to clean up. She didn’t bother fixing her face and hair, since her glam squad would take care of it. Instead, she sat and pondered what just happened.

“What came over me?” she muttered. “I haven’t wanted a man that badly since the first time I gave myself to Robert.” She shook her head, frowning. “Now Jerry is going to think I’m his woman, too. I wonder if Robert would enjoy watching a sex tape of me and Jerry?”

That thought made her breath catch. What am I thinking? Am I losing my mind?

And then her PA, Teri Caston, returned from lunch early, and Kelly was drawn back into the business of the day.

~**~**~

It was a hot and sultry night. Ms Justice estimated the temperature at ninety degrees even at 11:30 PM. Recent rains made it humid, too. Thankfully, her costume didn’t cover too much so flying about helped to cool her off.

The city was beautifully lit as always. Looking around at all the colorful lights always gave her a sense of calm. Synne City looked so serene at night, but Ms Justice knew better. The night shadows hid the ugly underbelly that comprised the highest crime rates in America. And that’s why she had to go on patrol every night after work, and on the weekends.

I need to start taking weekends off, she thought. Or at least take off two consecutive nights a week. Spend some quality time with Robert. Maybe get a hobby.

Looking around, her eyes stopped on the Rodgers Media building, with the AmCable News studios. Ms Justice noticed Pierce Rodgers’ office was well lit. Was he working late? Or was he forcing a sexy employee to answer all his dark lusts? Or did he just forget to turn off the lights?

Her eyes dropped to the studios below. Memories of her latest post meeting filled her head. The shapely blonde clutched her hands before her chest, heart hammering.

“What happened to me? Did Pierce’s harassment actually ignite my libido?” she muttered. “Because I went crazy on Jerry. Totally out of the blue. Never saw it coming.”

Her first concern was that Ultra Bliss was involved, but she’d never smelled roses. Also, Ultra Bliss always made her climax right off, and that didn’t happen with Jerry. Indeed, only he had gotten off. He’d run away before she could get any satisfaction.

“This city is corrupting me. I’m ready to drop my panties for anyone. Have I become a nymphomaniac?” She grimaced and tried to force her mind to concentrate on the patrol. “Must not dwell on what I can’t change. I did it. And now Jerry will have expectations. Dammit.”

Speaking of men with dirty little expectations. Ms Justice found her mind trailing towards Johnny Orto. She’d been avoiding him as much as possible lately, trying to wean herself off his information, but mostly wean herself off his big dick.

Maybe he’ll give me a tip over the phone? she thought. With promises of reward later.

She shook her head. That wouldn’t work out well for her. Delayed payment meant she had to spend more time with him in bed. She needed to decrease such activities. She absolutely mustbecome loyal to Robert again. And only Robert.

Her phone pinged. She checked it. “Good. Catgirl’s logged in. I’m not alone. And now I don’t have to deal with Mr. Johnny Fast Hands.”

She sent a quick text to the other heroine: hey girl. you wanna hook up?

hook up? do you want to make another sex tape? my answer is yes.

Ms Justice rolled her eyes. “Oh Gawd. Why did I put it that way?”

ha ha. no. i meant patrol together. my answer is yes

you are such a p tease. yes, i’m heading your way.

“Oh my God, Catgirl is calling me a pussy tease? She’s got nerve.”

A dark shape flew in minutes later. As she closed with her, Ms Justice started to make out the shiny black catsuit, cincher, and boots. Catgirl’s entire head was covered in a black leather cowl, with long blonde hair spilling out the back and down her back.

“Good evening, Miss Kitty,” she called.

Catgirl slowed as she flew straight into a tight hug. Ms Justice felt the other heroine rub their boobs together, a mischievous smirk on her glossy red lips. At least she didn’t try for a surprise kiss this time.

“Happy Hump Day, Ms J.”

Her breath caught, mind going blank for half a second. Then Ms Justice’s insides erupted with fluttery heat, need, and desire. She turned her face, tilted her head, and sank into Catgirl’s lips. The other heroine flinched back, but then pushed into the kiss with enthusiasm.

“Oh baby, I need you so much,” Ms Justice purred, voice breathless. Tears started to well up. “You are sooobeautiful.”

She claimed Catgirl’s lips again, opening her mouth and thrusting in her tongue. They tongue-kissed for the longest time. Ms Justice used her power of flight to push downward, dragging Catgirl down into a wooded park. As soon as their stiletto-heeled feet touched ground, the blonde in red, white, and blue practically dragged the other blonde into the night shadows of a massive pecan tree.

“Make love to me,” Ms Justice begged, reaching back to unzip her corset. “I’ll do anything for you. Anything at all.”

Catgirl sucked in a sharp breath, quickly pulled off her gloves, and lowered her lips to a hard, erect nipple. Ms Justice sighed when her lover sucked in a nipple, while her soft, feminine hands caressed and squeezed her tits.

When Catgirl pushed the heroine to her back in the cool grass, Ms Justice reached around her lover and unzipped her cincher. Once that was off, she unzipped the long front zipper of Catgirl’s black latex catsuit. Catgirl returned the favor by stripping off Ms Justice’s blue, star-spangled bikini bottoms. And then the blonde beauty pushed her face up between Ms Justice’s thighs.

“Oh baby, baby, baby,” Ms Justice gasped, clutching Catgirl’s cowled head. “You’re the best. You’re my queen. You’re my heart.”

Ms Justice felt her love juices flowing like a river as the other heroine ate her out. Catgirl gave the best cunnilingus. No one did it better. She had the blonde veteran heroine bucking and writhing, crying out and clutching her head in just a moment. Ms Justice ground her hot, tingling pussy into her lover’s mouth, desperate for that heady climax.

“Yes. Yes,” she cried. “You’re the best. Just like that.”

Catgirl thrust two fingers up inside her. She shifted her oral attention to Ms Justice’s clit while she finger-fucked her. Ms Justice’s back bowed, a tiny cry escaping her lips, when she started sucking and nibbling that sensitive nub.

That rush to climax consumed the older heroine in no time.

“Oh! My! GAWD! Aaaaaggghhh!”

Her insides pulsed with orgasmic glory. Waves of hot tingling pleasure washed through her, over and over. Catgirl ate her out all the way through her climax, leaving her a quivering puddle of flesh. And then, while she basked in the afterglow, Catgirl quickly shucked her thigh boots so she could strip her catsuit the rest of the way off her body.

“Mmm, you have pretty toes,” Ms Justice purred, rolling to all fours. “Give Momma a taste.”

Ms Justice lowered her masked face to kiss and lick Catgirl’s right foot. Then she licked the insole, before sucking in her big toe.

“Mmmm.”

The junior heroine wiggled and giggled. “That tickles.”

“I’m going to tickle more than your toes, lovergirl,” Ms Justice whispered with a breathy voice. She released the foot to crawl above the other heroine. Her gloved hands and glossy red lips were all over Catgirl’s tits for the next few minutes, before she kissed and nibbled her way up to her lips. They enjoyed another long makeout session.

The two blonde heroines finally broke apart. Ms Justice rose up on her knees, straddling her lover’s left thigh. Catgirl lifted her right foot up to her lover’s mouth, biting her lip when Ms Justice started sucking on her toes while they stared into each other’s eyes like star-crossed lovers. Then, with a wag of the brows, Ms Justice started grinding her pussy against Catgirl’s. Both were Brazilian-waxed smooth.

They tribbed until first Catgirl, then Ms Justice climaxed. And then they lay side-by-side in the grass to snuggle, kiss, and fondle. Ms Justice found it pure bliss for about five minutes, but then she started coming to her senses.

“Oh my God, what did I just do?” she whispered, sitting up and looking around. “Am I losing my mind?”

“I don’t know about that,” Catgirl said. “But you haven’t lost your touch in bed. You were amazing, Ms J.”

“Seriously, sweetheart,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me. I suddenly just had to have you. So much love. So much… Raw lust. It overwhelmed me.”

“Hey, no biggie. I have that effect on… Well, mostly on men,” she said, and giggled.

Ms Justice shook her head, glad it was so dark the other heroine probably couldn’t see how red her face was at the moment. She’d never lost control like that before. Well, there was Jerry earlier. And, honestly, as soon as Catgirl rolled up to her feet, a deep desire filled her again as she watched how sensuously and gracefully the other heroine moved, even for something as mundane as gathering up her costume.

I need a vacation. A long one, she thought. I’m putting in for one tomorrow. First thing.

A few thoughts filled her mind on how she could get an immediate vacation at work. Say there was a death in the family. Or her mother was sick. She’d figure it out.

The heroines helped each other redress. Then they hugged and flew away in separate directions. Ms Justice headed straight for the Tenderloin. Johnny always had a few tips to investigate. It’d be something to occupy her mind, so she couldn’t dwell on her problem. Then, just as she flew over the Tenderloin, it occurred to her.

What am I thinking? Johnny’s going to drag me into bed posthaste, she thought. I have absolutely no defenses against his advances tonight. That man can smell my vulnerability from a mile away.

Ms Justice came to a stop and hovered about fifty feet over the intersection of Anita and Cox. She looked down at Anita and scowled at the Daul Family brothel, the House of the Rising Sun. It’d be nice to trash them again, but the Family had put in new defenses against heroines.

I need to trash something to help with my stress and frustration, she thought, and then her eyes dropped and locked on an individual who had done her wrong in the past. “Or someone to trash.”

Kid Rotten strutted down the street, in his usual purple suit, bowler, and a swagger stick in hand. She’d only seen him carrying that swagger stick once before. He’d whacked Fury in the head with it three weeks back, before Ms Justice herself jumped into the fight and the two heroines kicked his arrogant pimp butt big time.

Memories of that fight returned unbidden, and very unwanted. Kid had concentrated his attacks on her boobs. Indeed, he’d struck her tits with that swagger stick five times. And the last attack he’d landed on her body was a kick to the pussy. That hurt so much she just lashed out with a cry of rage and cold-cocked him.

“I never really had a chance to pay him back from all those insulting strikes against my girl bits,” she muttered, eyes narrow.

She shook her head. No gain in attacking Kid. He probably wasn’t even carrying drugs. Johnny, on the other hand, might give her a tip where she could go kick some major player ass.

“More likely, Johnny’ll just nail my ass.” She looked down again. “So, looks like it’s playtime with Kid after all.”

Filling her head with memories of all the nasty, vile things Kid had done to her in the past, especially forcing her to whore herself for a weekend. Her very first significant setback, in fact. She remembered after her “work night” ended, back in his bed, how he had plowed her for hours. He forced her to do every conceivable sex act. And worse, he made her climaxdoing them. Made her love it.

Her face heated up, adrenaline surging through her shapely body. Ms Justice trembled with suppressed rage and deeply remembered humiliations. Her red-gloved hands curled into tight fists and her breathing became fast and shallow.

“You messed with the wrong woman, Kid,” she snarled.

Ms Justice dropped feet first to the sidewalk, lashing out with a foot to kick the pimp in the face just before she landed. He stumbled back, arms thrown wide. The busty heroine surged straight at him, and kicked him in the chest. The pimp went down, rolled completely head over heels, and right back to his feet.

They froze and stared at each other.

“What the fuck?” the pimp cried. “Are you fucking crazy, woman?”

“If I am, it’s because you made me crazy,” she snarled.

Street people began to gather around them. Mostly men, but also Kid’s working girls. They sneered and jeered at the heroine. But none of them proved brave enough to step forward and engage her. Ms Justice ignored them as best she could, focusing on the pimp. He was the only one there that could threaten her. The big, blonde bastard was tough as nails, and a brutal street brawler. Even empowered super heroines had a real fight on their hands with that one.

“I want everyone to watch me take care of you, Kid,” she said. “I want them to watch me take the trashout.”

“Wow, you have anger issues, Ms J,” he said.

“No, I have ‘Kid Rotten not in jail' issues.”

“She looks like a woman who hasn’t been fucked in too long,” a short, stout black man shouted. “I think she really needs some D.”

“What the – ” she started to say.

Kid interrupted with laughter. “You might be right, Reg. Ms J is looking for some Hump Day action and satisfaction.”

The crowd howled with laughter. And Ms Justice froze, mind blank. Then her insides melted into a searing hot, fluttery mush. A lump formed in her hot, achy pussy as her juices flowed. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. And then her eyes focused on the pimp.

“You are so handsome,” she whispered. “Big and strong.” Her eyes dropped to his crotch. “Just. So. Big.”

Kid stopped laughing. A surprised look spread across his face when she dropped to her knees and started pawing at his pants. In a flash, Ms Justice unzipped him and dug in to pull out his cock. Taken by surprise, he remained completely flaccid.

“Aww, don’t you think I’m pretty?” she asked, sounding distressed. “Don’t you want me?”

Before he could process that, much less respond, the blonde beauty started sucking on his dick head. Her warm, glossy lips felt amazing on his glans as they wrapped around it. Kid began to grow hard.

A smile tugged on the corners of her mouth as the heroine moaned with pleasure, and then sucked him all the way in. Kid gasped, clutched her head, and then groaned as he quickly expanded and filled her mouth to the max, and then some. Soon she was pushed back at the end of that monster cock, but she never stopped sucking, moaning, and groaning. Ms Justice started bobbing up and down his manhood, eyes closed, as both hands stroked his long, thick shaft.

He looked around at all the shocked faces. Everyone had fallen silent, the only sound was her soft moans and slurps. Her masked face looked blissful as she sucked cock. He looked at the golden belt encircling her tiny waist, the fastener at the small of her back. Then he remembered it wasn’t her Object of Power. That would be a ring on her left hand. Under the glove.

Ms Justice’s eyes opened when she felt someone touch her left hand, caress her fingers. Odd, that. She didn’t miss a beat, and continued to bob on his cock. Cutting her baby blues up, she saw Kid smiling down at her. Her body and soul tingled with pleasure, knowing she was giving so much pleasure in return. So she pulled one hand away, and let him push down into her throat.

“Mmmmm.”

Feminine hands brushed her long blonde hair to the side, flipping it in front of her shoulder. That gave the crowd an unobstructed view of her sucking Kid’s dick. She groaned, not really caring. Then the woman unzipped her corset.

As her corset was pulled away, letting everyone see her topless, Ms Justice pulled off Kid’s dick. She rose up on her knees, pushed her bikini bottoms down as far as they would go, and then pulled them off her legs. Then she stood up and threw her arms over Kid’s shoulders.

“Kiss me, Kid,” she begged. “Fuck me. Please, I beg you. Fuck me.”

The crowd gasped. Kid never hesitated. He wrapped her up in his strong arms, and sank into her lips. His bold hands roamed while they kissed and made out. After a few minutes, Kid shifted her around, before forcing her back against the wall. Her thigh booted legs immediately wrapped around him.

“Fuck me, Kid. Please, I’m dying here,” she begged, turning pleading eyes up to him. “I’m so horny I could explode. I need you inside me. Fuck me.”

While Ms Justice kissed and sucked on his neck, Kid guided his dick to her sopping wet pussy. He pushed up to her entrance, caught her eyes, and held them. Then he grinned. And thrust.

“Uggggh!” she grunted, eyes closing and head lolling back. “Oh, baby. Yes. Fuck me, Kid. Fuck me!”

Ms Justice clutched him, kicked her feet, and started bucking. She writhed, gasped, and cried out with pleasure as he thrust deeper and deeper. She basked in the feeling of his monster cock spreading her little hole out so much. Oh, it hurt, but in such a good way.

“Hurt me. Fuck me,” she said. “Best dick ever.”

Kid growled, and really started to slam into her hard and fast. She felt her body changing, so hot and mushy. So wonderfully tingly. The shapely heroine squeezed her vagina tighter and tighter, intensifying the sensations rippling through her overheated body.

“Yes. Yes,” she gasped out. “Oh yes.”

“Ciara,” Kid gasped out. The pretty blonde hooker hurried up. “Pull off her left glove.”

“Oh Kid! Yes. Fuuuuuck. Meeeeee.”

Ciara struggled a little, but finally got the glove off. She looked up at Kid with confused eyes.

“Take off all of her rings,” he gasped out, thrusting into the gorgeous heroine with all he had. She continued to buck and writhe, mindlessly kicking her feet and clawing his back. “Get them all.”

The hooker quickly got Ms Justice’s rings off. “These are wedding rings. Is Ms Justice married? Is she a hot MILF?”

“Ms J, are you depowered now?” he asked.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” she screamed, eyes huge. “Almost there. Almost…”

Her insides erupted with divine glory. Pure euphoria washed through the busty heroine as her back tensed up.

“Aaaaagggh! Oh yes! So good.”

Kid didn’t hesitate. He pulled out, yanked her away from the wall, and then bum-rushed the beautiful heroine to a parked car at the curb. He forced her over the front fender, and thrust up her ass.

“Aaaiiiee! Oooooh,” she cried. “Oh lordie, lordie. Oooooh, Kid.”

“Gimme her glove, Ciara.”

Kid pulled Ms Justice’s arms back, and then bound her wrists together with the long opera glove. And then he returned to sodomizing her, reaming that tight hole out like the boss pimp that he was. She accepted that treatment, not fighting him in the least. Soon, she started gasping with every deep thrust, moaning and groaning.

Ms Justice kicked her red-booted feet, bucked, and writhed under the pimp. Every thrust up her ass, every caress and squeeze of his hands, sent amazing sensations rippling through her oversexed body. But her mind cleared, as well.

“What is going on? Why are you fucking me?” she gasped out. “This is wrong. So wrong.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Kid taunted.

Tears welled up in her baby blues. Ms Justice pressed her forehead against the hood of the car. She felt that monster cock plowing into her relentlessly.

In the softest, saddest voice, “No.”

Kid squeezed a heavy, firm tit with one hand, while yanking her hair with the other. His cock reamed her out with gusto, while his hips slapped loudly against her now sweaty butt cheeks. A pathetic squeak escaped the heroine’s lips as her eyes rolled up. And then she squeezed her ass down hard.

That rush to climax slammed into her. She bucked, cried out, and then her insides erupted yet again.

“Aaaaaagghh!”

“Ms J, you are DEpowered,” Kid gasped out.

“I know,” she replied breathlessly. And then very softly. “I know.”

“You are now my woman to do with as I please.”

“I know.”

He pulled her back against his chest by her hair, while continuing to fuck her ass. Wrapping an arm around her neck, Kid reached across her face to dig his fingers up under the edge of her mask.

“When I unmask you here in front of everyone and God, you will be my fuck slave forever.”

Ms Justice looked around at the excited crowd. It looked like every single one of them was recording her fall on their phones. Soon, her final moments as a super heroine would flood the Internet. Her greatest secret would be revealed, bringing everything she knew crashing down.

She turned the saddest blue eyes he’d ever seen up at him. Their gaze locked. Tears rolled out of her eyes.

“I know.”

“Best. Hump. Day. Ever,” Kid said, and started pulling.

“Aaaiiee!” she screamed, and clamped her ass down again. “Oh, Kid! KID!”

As her mask peeled away, Ms Justice’s body erupted yet again. She bucked and screamed.

“Aaaaaggggh!”

“Damn, I think she enjoyed that even more than I did,” Kid laughed. And then he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes widened. “Fuck me! You’re Kelly Kavanaugh!”

“I know.” She cut her baby blues up at him again. The tears were gone. All he saw was deep lust. “Fuck me. Fuck me again, Kid. Never stop fucking me.”

“I have a better idea,” he said, finally pulling out of her. Kid tucked his dick away, before snatching her off the car by her hair. He held her out at arm’s length, facing the crowd. “One hundred dollars a shot. Ms fucking Justice is my girl. A hooker for all of us to use and enjoy. Who wants to be first?”

“Just one hundred dollars?” a tall white man in jeans and t-shirt said, while digging out his wallet. “Hell yes, I’m in.”

“She’s a hundred dollars a pop tonight, boys,” Kid said. “Tonight is the first Ms Justice, Hump DayHeroine Special.”

Ms Justice groaned, eyes fluttering closed, as she rubbed her thighs together.

A cheer rose up from the crowd. Ms Justice saw men and women dancing, laughing, even hugging. Everyone was happy. All the busty, naked heroine wanted was for someone, anyone to fuck her.

The End