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JUSTICE GIRL: GETTING RANDY

By Dark One

"Look at those lechers," Justice Girl muttered to herself.

The beautiful Super Heroine was the most recognizable of Ocean City's half dozen Super Heroines in her red, white and blue costume. From top to bottom, she wore a red mask, white bustier with three lightning bolts flashing across each boob, blue French cut bottoms and red thigh boots decorated with golden lightning bolts in the shape of a V at the top front and down the back of the five inch stiletto heels. She accessorized with gold hoop earrings, gold choker and wide golden belt. A solid gold ankh hung from the choker, with a diamond and her name, signifying that she was a two time Heroine of the Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines.

Justice Girl stood atop an adjacent building, watching the front of the city's newest Gentlemen's Club - Wild Girls. The parking lot was packed. There was a constant flow of men in and out of the club. The strip club was the end of a month long investigation. Tonight, Justice Girl would put them out of business, and the owner in jail where she belonged.

Wild Girls was secretly owned by the Super Villainess called Randy Girl. She was Alpha Meta like Justice Girl, and all Super Heroines, but used her Power over water for evil. More specifically, she used her Power to capture young women and force them into prostitution. The strip club was just a front for the brothel operating on the top two floors. Randy Girl and her wicked staff were holding all the girls dancing in the strip club, and whoring in the floors above, against their will.

Worse, even, was the fact that Randy Girl kept a steady stream of newly captured girls coming in, so had to sell the "older" girls to white slavers. Some of Ocean City's most beautiful young women were being sold into despicable prostitution all over the world. There was even a nasty rumor that said Randy Girl captured the Super Heroine Lady Glory from Los Angeles, south of Ocean City, and forced her to serve as a stripper and whore for six month, before selling her to a Thai white slavery operation.

"This is for you, Lady Glory," Justice Girl said, then wiped a tear from her eye.

She and Lady Glory had started at the same time. They'd worked together many times. Lady Glory was a sweet woman, and very dedicated to fighting crime. Few Super Heroines were more dedicated and committed than the flamed haired beauty. Justice Girl missed her terribly.

Justice Girl turned and strode purposely to the back of the building. The five-story building she was atop shared an alley with Wild Girls. So after ensuring no one was in the alley to see her, the golden maned Super Heroine stepped up and over the knee high railing. For a bare second she was in free fall. Then she Called up her Power over electricity and formed a dim golden ball of lightning around herself. Justice Girl was held aloft by centering herself inside that ball of electricity, and using her mind to hold the ball high above the alley. Electric Powers were rare among Alpha Metas, amazons as they were more commonly called. Most Alpha Metas controlled water, fire, air, or were telekinetic Powers.

Randy Girl was known to be a Water Power.

She lowered the lightning ball to about ten feet above the alley then shot it down to the back of Wild Girls. At that point she let the electricity dissipate and she lowered herself gently to the concrete alley. The two men standing guard gawked at her from under the dim incandescent light above the door.

"What?" Justice Girl said, grinning wickedly. "You never seen an amazon before?"

"Justice Girl!" one cried.

He reached for the door. She shook her head woefully and sent a bolt of electricity into the hated white slaver. He cried out in pain and collapsed bonelessly. His cohort looked down at him with worried eyes, then looked back at the grinning Super Heroine.

"Um...Is there anyway..."

"No," she cut him off.

The next instant found another bolt striking him dead center in the chest. He fell back against the door. His head bounced off it loudly, before he slowly slid down to the ground. She scowled at him, for he'd made more noise than safe.

"Dirty miscreants can't be trusted to fall right," she muttered darkly.

His body was blocking the door, as he leaned back against it. Justice Girl cleared the way by seizing his ankle and yanking him away. Of course, Alpha Meta women were ten times stronger than normal, so he was hurled across the alley to smash into the brick wall. A few seconds later his cohort joined him.

"Should've tossed them in the trash dumpster where they belong," she said, then reached for the doorknob.

The door was pulled open just as she seized the knob. Justice Girl was pulled forward, off-balance. Two more guards waited inside. They were obviously waiting for her, for they weren't the least bit surprised. She silently cursed the second guard, whose noisy fall had surely alerted them.

The first goon punched her in the ribs. She cried out and fell to one knee. The second guards stepped forward and kicked at her face. She blocked his kick by sweeping her right forearm across and pushing his speeding foot aside. That left him off-balanced, which she rushed up and forward to take advantage of. Her powerful elbow to the temple dropped the big man, leaving his comrade to face her alone in the dim hallway. He looked worried.

Chancing a look behind her, Justice Girl quickly took stock of the situation. Three goons down, two outside. One goon between her and the outside door. Neither of the inside guards had cried out or called the alarm as far as she knew. They were all wearing radios with headsets, so everyone might already know of her arrival.

No going back now, Justice Girl thought. It's do or die time.

The thought was quite thrilling. Danger was like a drug. She never got enough of it. It was her secret vice. Sometimes, she wondered if it was the same for other amazons. She was too ashamed to admit she loved it so much, so never discussed it with her sisters in vigilantism.

"Gives you a whole new appreciation for the expression, 'between a rock and a hard place' doesn't it?" she said.

His dark eyes widened a fraction of a second, then look past her. Justice Girl hated it when they did that. He was trying to make her glance behind her, so he could either escape or attack her. Problem was, there really might be someone behind her and he was actually trying to pretend there wasn't to keep her attention on him while the other miscreant snuck up on her.

Damned if I do and damned if I don't, she thought angrily.

If anyone was behind her, they were too far away to hurt her immediately, and he was too close to the door. So she leapt at him. He yelped and jumped back, hitting the half-opened door and causing it too slam shut.

"Dammit!" she snapped, seizing him in both hands, and sending a jolt through his body from hand to hand. That way there was no sound. Throwing lightning bolts could make considerable noise, depending on how powerful they were. Of course, it didn't take too much power to knock a man unconscious. "Take that, slaver goon."

He jerked in her grasp, eyes wide and staring into space in shock. When she released him the goon collapsed bonelessly at her booted feet. She kicked him in the ribs, to pay him back for the punch in her ribs, which were still sore. Alpha Meta, considered the next step in the evolutionary ladder, healed at a rate ten times normal, so she'd recover quickly. His bruises would last many days, while her ribs would be completely healed before she finished that night.

"I'll be back for - Mphhhh!"

Justice Girl stiffened as a wet cloth was pressed over her mouth and nose. An instant later a thick arm encircled her body, pinning her arms to her side. Involuntarily, she took a short breath. Just a brief intake of breath; no more than a gasp of surprise really. Her nostrils were filled with the sickly sweet smell of chloroform. Her bright blue eyes widened in horror, for any drug would block her ability to use her Power. That one whiff, though not nearly enough to take her down, was more than enough to wipe away her Power for an hour or so. Any more chloroform inhaled, and she could be Powerless until morning or longer.

She struggled briefly, stricken with panic, but quickly regained her composure. First thing, exhale with force to rid her pulmonary system of the intoxicating gas. Forcing her arms wide, she used her awesome amazon strength to break his hold even as she held her breath.

"Shit!" he cried and released her.

Justice Girl was pushed away. She crashed into the wall face first, but not too hard. Then with a growl of rage, she turned on her latest assailant. He immediately pressed the chloroform soaked cotton cloth in her face. A second later his knee connected with her stomach, emptying her lungs explosively. Her next intake of breath was unstoppable and deep.

The first waves of dizziness assaulted her senses. Justice Girl knew another moment of panic. She remembered where she was, and who she was going after. If she fell victim to Randy Girl's henchmen, then she would join the whores upstairs. That thought was enough to get her adrenaline pumping and somewhat clear her head.

"NO!" she cried, pushing him away with all of her strength.

The goon smashed against the opposite wall and bounced back at her. She cold-cocked him with a right cross. With him unconscious at her feet, Justice Girl leaned against the wall and took deep breaths in an attempt to clear the chloroform from her system. The thought that she should leave crossed her mind, for now she was stripped of her Power. Randy Girl wasn't so handicapped.

"Well done, Justice Girl. You took them down faster than anyone ever did before," a beautifully rich female voice said. "Indeed, your friend Lady Glory succumbed to the chloroform before I arrived. It made me feel unneeded."

"Randy Girl!"

The woman at the other end of the hallway was a good five feet eight, with the spectacular body of an amazon - 38DD-25-36. Her wild blonde mane was long and tousled. She wore a black facemask like a Super Heroine, with sexy a pink and red costume. Her opera gloves and thigh boots were red, with the boots having pink laces up the front and pink heart decorations too. Randy Girl's firm, globular breasts were tightly bound in a hot pink halter with very short sleeves and a loose knot between her tits. The fabric was so thin Justice Girl could see her erect nipples clearly outlined. The hot pink bikini bottom was skimpy, French cut and had a light pink heart over her pussy mound. But what caught Justice Girl's eyes was her jewelry.

Randy Girl mocked the Sisterhood by wearing a pink satin choker, with a silver heart medallion hanging from it. That was bad enough, but her earrings were a pair silver of Sisterhood ankhs, obviously stolen from Super Heroines she'd captured, defiled and enslaved.

"You recognized me right away? And I heard you weren't very bright," Randy Girl said, grinning wickedly. "But they were certainly correct about how drop dead gorgeous you are. Damn, you're going to look great dancing naked, and make a fortune upstairs."

"How dare you!" Justice Girl cried.

She lifted an arm and pointed at Randy Girl. The Super Villainess blanched. But then nothing happened. Justice Girl's eyes went wide when she remembered the chloroform. She couldn't so much as even "feel" the electricity around her in the wires of the building. She was Powerless. Then Randy Girl relaxed and grinned fiercely.

"Ouch. What a nasty turn of fortune for you, Justice Slut," Randy Girl said. "Do you have any experience dancing? I know you can fuck, because I saw you on SuperHeroinesExposed.com when you got captured. God, how they fucked you and Zephyr! Makes me wet just thinking about it."

"You monster!" Justice Girl cried.

She reached down and seized the goon who tried to chloroform her. Using every ounce of her super human strength, Justice Girl threw the unconscious man at Randy Girl. The Super Villainess wasn't expecting that, and was bowled over by the flung man. Justice Girl didn't hesitate. She was already racing toward Randy Girl before the villainess was struck down, chloroform pad in hand.

"See how you like it," Justice Girl growled, shoving the now damp cloth in Randy Girl's face. The villainess's reaction was similar to Justice Girl's earlier. She gasped and sucked in an unhealthy lung full. "Smells like DEFEAT doesn't it?"

Unlike the man that chloroformed her, Justice Girl had super strength. Both amazons were the same height, with Justice Girl maybe being a bit heavier, what with 40DDs and a bit more muscle mass. The Super Heroine was sure of victory, and beamed that victorious attitude down at Randy Girl.

For her part, Randy Girl was shocked by the turn of events. She'd never anticipated such a tactic. It never occurred to her a man could be used as a missile weapon. And an effective one, too. And the chloroform was heady, making her dizzy. But she exhaled quickly and held her breath. That couldn't last more that a few seconds, though.

Randy Girl struggled frantically beneath Justice Girl, who was wholly focused on keeping that wad of cloth over Randy Girl's mouth and nose. The villainess pushed at Justice Girl with all of her strength, but to no avail. Justice Girl smiled when she stopped pushing, for victory was complete.

"What? No!"

So caught up in her own victory, Justice Girl didn't realize what Randy Girl was doing. She didn't stop pushing because she was succumbing to the fumes, but to do something sinister.

Randy Girl unzipped Justice Girl's white leather bustier. Then pulled it away.

Justice Girl reacted instinctively. She released Randy Girl and the wad of cloth, and immediately crossed her arms over her naked tits. Randy Girl reacted just as fast, pulling her booted feet up, knees to chest, and kicking straight into Justice Girl's stomach. The sexy Super Heroine flew two dozen feet away before hitting the floor and rolling to her feet with practiced ease.

"You're going to pay dearly for...that. What?" Justice Girl said. "Randy Girl!"

The Super Villainess was gone. Justice Girl stood topless in the hallway, staring at the spot Randy Girl had been lying. There was a door into the strip club and a back stairway at the end of that hallway. Which way did Randy Girl go?

Justice Girl scowled. She wasn't about to go out into the strip club without her bustier. Topless, the men would think her one of the stripper/whores. It would be too humiliating. And word would get around that she'd lost part of her costume yet again, once they realized she really was Justice Girl.

"She went upstairs," Justice Girl said, hurrying to the base of the stairs. "Randy Girl is too greedy to disrupt business. She'll want to keep the fight in back, in the false hope she can defeat me. Boy is she going to be disappointed!"

She found the stairs empty. No one to contest her passage, for once. Justice Girl raced up the narrow staircase. It was only three feet wide, and the steps were barely deep enough for her stiletto-heeled feet. In other words, very steep ascent. Obviously, the stairs were really only meant for emergency use.

The floor above was quiet. She heard faint, distance laughter above the deep base beat of the music in the club that permeated the whole building. The very floors and walls shook to the music. She couldn't even hear the clicking of her stiletto heels on the hard tile, for only the other side of the left side wall was the strip club. The high volume ensured the customers didn't hear the vicious fight.

Justice Girl steeled herself. She despised entering brothels, whether the women were in forced sexual servitude or not. They were such downers, so depressing. She hated them with a passion. If she had her way, those houses of degradation would one and all be wiped from the face of the Earth for once and all time.

"Where could Randy Girl be?" Justice Girl said as she reached the last step. Would she go up, then out a window to escape? Or go up another floor to make her stand?

"I'm right here," Randy Girl said, stepping in front of her to block her passage. "Surprise."

Justice Girl was kicked in the chin. She fell straight back and tumbled down the stairs. Though it was only one flight, it seemed to take forever to tumble down. And what a battering! The pain was incredible. She hadn't hurt like that in a long time. Not since the last time she was defeated and captured.

Justice Girl soon found herself sprawled across chloroform wielding goon, who was beginning to come around. He was moaning and groaning, and grunted loudly when she landed atop him. The tumble down the stairs left her aching and disoriented, gasping for breathing. A quick glance up the stairs found Randy Girl, who waved and vanished.

She's getting away! Justice Girl thought frantically.

"There she is! Get her!"

Justice Girl turned to see two of the men she took out earlier at the door rushing towards her. Their dark eyes were filled with vengeance.

"You're going to regret this, boys," she threatened, hoping they'd back off.

But they didn't even slow down. Justice Girl tried to rise up to meet them, but the man below her wrapped his arms around her tiny waist.

"Let go, you moron."

The first man charging down the hallway arrived. She lifted both legs and kicked him in the lower belly. He doubled up, and she trust both feet into his head, sending him stumbling back into the next man. That gave her time to start twisting around to take on her other assailant. He was still weak, so she quickly broke free of his grasp and punched him once, twice, three times in the face, then an uppercut to the chin put him in la-la land.

Justice Girl regained her feet just in time to meet the third goon. The man she kicked into him was on his knees, gasping for breath down the hall behind him. She smiled when the man coming at her hesitated to stare at her exposed breasts. The sexy Super Heroine smiled knowingly at the hapless goon and stepped forward with her left foot, preparing to kick straight up into his chin with her right.

He reached for her breasts with his left hand. Justice Girl squawked and crossed her arms before her tits. And was promptly sucker punched between the eyes.

Staggering backwards, she tripped over the unconscious goon behind her, and ended up once again sprawled across him. Strangely, frighteningly, she was still conscious, though dazed, but her arms and legs wouldn't obey her.

"Damn. I defeated Justice Girl single-handedly," he said. She screamed silently, for she didn't consider herself defeated. And he wasn't the only one she fought. "Look at those melons!"

She felt his rough hands grab her tits. A moan escaped her ruby lips. But her moan was cut off by a savage, deep, demanding kiss. Her eyes went wide, though everything still spun around her sickeningly. Even while he kissed her, exploring her slack mouth with his tongue, she felt his hands on her breasts. He kneaded her tits painfully, then pinched the nipples repeatedly until they became engorged and hard.

"Oh, you like it," he muttered hoarsely. "All you super sluts do."

Justice Girl felt her head clearing quickly. That sent her into a panic. Once he realized she was recovering, he'd either punch her senseless again, or find the chloroform and send her into la-la land. If that happened, she was toast. Randy Girl would have her peddling her ass in the brothel before the night was over.

She forced her body to relax, to stay limp. Make him think she was unconscious. That would give her the time needed to recover and defeat him. She just prayed it happened before he mounted her, for his questing hand slipped under her blue bottoms and caressed her closely cropped, bikini waxed pubic patch. Then his fingers found her labia.

"Mmmmm," she groaned involuntarily as his fingers ran up and down her pussy lips, sending waves of unexpected pleasure shooting through her body. "No!"

Justice Girl's blue eyes snapped open and she smashed both hands to either side of his head, boxing his ears. The goon grunted and froze. She pushed him away, then kicking him into the other goon just starting to recover from her earlier kicks to the head and lower belly. In an instant, she was on her feet and charging them.

"Take that, vile miscreants!" she growled, and starting kicking the shit out of both men. Very quickly they both lay still. "That'll teach you to lay unwanted hands on Justice Girl!"

Then she hurried back to the stairs. Randy Girl was escaping. She was sure of it. Villains were cowards, so Justice Girl was sure Randy Girl was heading for a bolt hole to wait and see if Justice Girl escaped or not. If her goons managed to capture her enemy, then the villainess would return to gloat and take credit for the capture. Otherwise, she'd move to a new location and start kidnapping young women to use in her next brothel. It wouldn't be the first time that happened.

Hurrying up the stairs, Justice Girl was more cautious. She paused four steps down to listen intently, then crouched low and eased up the rest of the way. The second floor hallway was empty. Once on the second floor, she dropped to one knee to rest and determine her next move.

I'm pretty beaten up, she admitted reluctantly to herself. But Randy Girl is no match for me. I've proven that already. I almost had her once. And if she had any confidence in her ability to defeat me one-on-one then she would've come down to finish me off after kicking me down the stairs. I have her on the run.

That was encouraging.

A noise to her left caught Justice Girl's attention. Her eyes blazed blue fire. It sounded like a man hit a girl! She wouldn't stand for that! Indeed, she would roust all the "johns" from that floor first, and see how Randy Girl liked her disrupting her illicit business. That made Justice Girl smile. She might have let Randy Girl slip through her fingers, but at least she'd rescue all the women in the brothel.

"And I'll start with this sleazy, woman beating dog," she growled, opening the door to that room. "You like beating women, mister?"

Justice Girl stopped short. There was no john in the room. Indeed, there was no prostitute, either. She found Randy Girl and four goons, one in each corner.

"Yes, I do like beating women," Randy Girl said all too happily. "But I'm not a 'mister.'"

Randy Girl seized Justice Girl's left wrist and jerked her inside the room. Justice Girl was thrust into the opposite wall, face first. Then Randy Girl doubled her up with a super powered punch to the gut.

"You know, Justice Tits, for Ocean City's premier Super Heroine, you certainly aren't putting up much of a fight right now," she said.

Pain and humiliation suddenly turned into fury and vengeance. Justice Girl screamed in rage, clasped both hands together and brought that double-fist straight up into Randy Girl's chin. The Super Villainess was lifted off her feet and landed with a grunt.

"Not so smug now, heh, Randy Girl?"

Justice Girl grabbed her by her long blonde hair and pulled her to her feet. Then she punched her twice in the belly, doubling her up. The goons shifted uneasily, clearly ordered not to interfere in their mistress's fun. But even they could see Randy Girl's time was about up.

"I'm going to enjoy whoring you off," Randy Girl snarled, then snapped up.

Randy Girl's head smashed into Justice Girl's chin, sending her staggering back into one of the goons. He laughed and pushed her back at Randy Girl. The two women met with snarls, each seizing the other's long hair. Slowly, but surely, Justice Girl was forcing Randy Girl's head farther and farther back. Very soon, she knew the Super Villainess would be forced to release her hold and surrender, or face a broken neck.

"Never happen," Justice Girl said. "Good will always triumph, and evil will be brought to heel."

"Heel?" Randy Girl said, then grinned through her pain.

Justice Girl knew a second of panic, for she knew her opponent thought of something. But what? She didn't have long to wait, for Randy Girl drove her sharp, stiletto heel into the arch of Justice Girl's left foot.

"Aaaaiiiieee!" she cried, relaxing her hold.

Randy Girl twisted loose and stepped behind the suddenly frantic Super Heroine. With her left foot throbbing with pain, she couldn't put her full weight on it, so was unable to turn and confront her enemy. Randy Girl came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her body, just below her breasts. Then she sent that horrible heel into her injured foot again. And again.

"Eeiioooowww," Justice Girl screamed. "Stop it! You'll break my foot!"

"I'd rather break your will," Randy Girl said. "And that's next."

Justice Girl was thrust face first into the wall. When she bounced back and turned, Randy Girl was waiting and laid a brutal forearm across her shoulders and lower throat. The hapless Super Heroine gasped in pain, both hands going to her injured throat as she fell to her knees.

"Ah, finally, where you belong. On your knees before your betters," Randy Girl said triumphantly. She brought both fists in to either side of Justice Girl's head with brutal strength. The blow would've killed a normal woman. It just stunned Justice Girl into senselessness. "You are mine, Justice Girl. All mine."

Justice Girl could barely think. Her arms hung limply at her sides and she barely maintained her knees. She wasn't really sure what was happening anymore, or who was talking to her. Indeed, she only understood a few of Randy Girl's words.

"OK, boys. She's safe and pliable," Randy Girl said.

Randy Girl licked shimmering hot pink lips in anticipation of what was about to happen. She loved ravishing Super Heroines more than anything else in the world. Justice Girl would be especially sweet.

Both of Justice Girl's arms were seized and she was forced to bend over. A third man pulled her blue bottoms down to her knees, while the forth man opened a small black doctor's bag. From it he pulled a smaller kit, and from that he removed a syringe and medicine bottle. He carefully pulled some of the yellowish drug into the syringe, then thumped the syringe to remove bubbles. The third man was swabbing a spot on Justice Girl's shapely white hiney, where the needle was quickly thrust. Justice Girl gasped and twitched slightly upon penetration, then the drug was injected.

"That will keep you Powerless for a good twelve hours, Justice Tits," Randy Girl said. "And even more pliable."

"I don't understand," Justice Girl gasped. A wave of heat suddenly washed through her body, from head to toe. "God, I feel hot. So hot."

"That's just one of the effects of the drug," Randy Girl said. "Besides stripping away your Power over electricity, the drug is a powerful aphrodisiac that will make you more than a willing participant in what I have planned for you tonight, and the rest of your life."

She gave a hand signal and the two men holding Justice Girl bent over pulled her to her feet. Then Justice Girl was pushed against the wall and Randy Girl stepped in until her halter-clad breasts were pressed into Justice Girl's naked tits. She caressed the captured Super Heroine's face, then cupped her world famous 40DDs.

"Mmmm," Randy Girl said, fondling Justice Girl's tits. "So big and firm. Amazon tits are the best, baby."

"Ooooo," Justice Girl said, eyes closed and enjoying the feel of soft feminine hands on her body. Randy Girl smelled so good, too. Then when her captor began rolling her already engorged pink nipples between her thumbs and index fingers Justice Girl gasped and looked Randy Girl square in the eye for the first time since her capture. She felt the electricity of attraction. "Oh my."

"Yes, my love," Randy Girl said.

The Super Villainess's shimmering hot pink lips parted slightly and her eyelids dropped demurely as she leaned in for a kiss. Justice Girl responded without thought, cocking her head the opposite way and slightly parting her glimmering red lips. Their lips met in a soft, greasy lipstick kiss, that lingered a long moment, before Justice Girl felt Randy Girl lean more into it. Suddenly, passion flamed and Justice Girl kissed back hungrily.

Randy Girl fondling her captive as they kissed passionately. Halfway through the kiss Justice Girl felt the men release her arms. Her hands immediately went to cup Randy Girl's beautiful, masked face. Then her hands slid down the villainess's face, neck, and found her halter bound tits.

"Mmmm," Justice Girl and Randy Girl said in unison as they kissed and fondled each other.

Justice Girl moaned unhappily when Randy Girl released her lips and started kissing her neck. Then her lips started downward. Randy Girl quickly found her captive's erect and highly sensitive nipples. Within seconds Justice Girl buried her long, delicate gloved fingers in Randy Girl's long silky hair and moaned and groaned in pleasure.

"Oh, God, you're good," Justice Girl gasped.

The most beloved Super Heroine in Ocean City quickly forgot the entire world as her world shrank down to Randy Girl's lips and tongue. The waves of pleasure that woman created within her was extraordinary. All she could do was gasp and pant, clutching Randy Girl's face to her tits. And then Randy Girl's hand slipped down to her exposed twat and found the Promised Land.

"Oooo, ahhhhh," Justice Girl said. "I don't understand how it can be so good so fast."

Randy Girl pulled away from her and smiled wickedly.

"That's easy. The drug. Remember, it's an aphrodisiac. It makes you so terribly horny," Randy Girl. "You'll do anything, with anyone now."

Justice Girl vaguely recalled her mentioning that earlier. But it was so hard to concentrate. So hard to think of anything but the moment.

"Who are you?" Randy Girl whispered. "What is your real name?"

Justice Girl blinked at her, confused. What did she mean. For a second she couldn't recall her name at all. Who was she? For a second she panicked. How could she forget something like that?

"Nicole! Yes, I'm Nicole...I mean, Justice Girl," she stammered. "I mean, Nicole is an alias I use."

Justice Girl's head was spinning. She could not believe she'd spoken her True Name. If Randy Girl ever discovered her true identity then she was doomed for sure. Even if she escaped, the Super Villainess could hunt her down easily and recapture her. Or, tell the world her secret identity and let Justice Girl's many enemies go after her.

Randy Girl laughed. "That's the very first time a Super Heroine I've captured actually blurted out her name," she said. "Too funny. Now, take off the mask."

Justice Girl's first reaction was to remove the mask. She really wanted to obey the woman. And she didn't understand that, until she remembered the drug. Randy Girl did say it would make her "pliable."

"I can't."

The mask was created for the Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines, to hide their secret identities even if captured. It was never explained to any of the Super Heroines how it worked, but in effect the mask bonded to their faces when a series of hidden buttons were pressed and the mask was activated. That mask could not be activated or removed by anyone who didn't know the code. It would stay in place until removed or the batteries died. Some batteries would last up to three months if no other feature of the mask was activated, such as secure communications, holographic maps, on-board criminal data base, etc. The mask had numerous features, all of which drained the battery.

Justice Girl's wrists were seized and pressed to the wall, leaving her standing with arms spread wide before Randy Girl and her goons. She felt utterly helpless. So terribly helpless and vulnerable. Her pussy began to tingle more intensely.

The man that had injected the drug into her handed something to Randy Girl. It looked like a smelling salt. But when she broke it open under her nose, Justice Girl felt another wave of heat flow through her body, leaving her light-headed and dizzy.

"I'm getting nauseous," Justice Girl said weakly.

"What is the code to remove your mask?"

Justice Girl was almost overcome with a need to answer. She wanted to tell Randy Girl what she wanted to know. So badly, she wanted to tell. But knew she couldn't. Just couldn't.

"That was some kind of truth drug," she said, suddenly afraid again.

"What color hair do you have?"

"Blonde," she said, relieved. She could answer that question. "Golden blonde."

Randy Girl started removing the red latex opera glove off her own right hand. Justice Girl watched with mixed emotions. What was she going to do next? Why would she remove her glove?

"What color eyes?"

"Blue."

"How tall are you?"

"Five foot eight, not counting the heels," she said, and giggled.

"Very cute," Randy Girl said, smiling warmly. She caressed her cheeks lovingly with both hands, then trailed her right index finger down and down, between her exposed breasts and across her rock hard belly, and stopping between her legs. "I love you."

That statement hit Justice Girl so hard she grunted. It left her head spinning. She loved her? Loved? Really loved her? Then she felt Randy Girl's bare hand on her pussy, teasing the labia. She groaned wantonly as her captor turned lover pushed between the moist lips and began massaging her with surprising skill. Justice Girl found herself panting and grinding herself harder and harder into that wonderfully talented hand.

"How tall are your stilettos?"

"Five inches."

"How big is your bust?"

"Forty inches."

"Double Ds?"

"Yes," Justice Girl said. "Oh, please. Don't stop. I can feel it building. It's been so long."

"Is this your first time with a woman?"

"No. I was raped by women while being held by SuperHeroinesExposed.com."

Randy Girl's finger slipped inside her vagina. She began slowly finger fucking her. Justice Girl's eyes rolled up and she leaned back into the wall and groaned. Her body was starting to tingle in that special way everyone loved. She suddenly wanted a man real bad.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-six."

That wonderful finger slipped out and found her clitoris. Justice Girl cried out and struggled in their grasp. But Randy Girl's finger never left that spot, and deftly massaged the clit until Justice Girl felt the tingle change into that wonderful rush to orgasm.

"Oh, yes. Yes. Yes!"

The orgasm exploded between her legs. Justice Girl cried out and bucked, as Randy Girl continued to rub her clit and drag that beautiful orgasm on and on for a good minute. When it ended, and Randy Girl stopped tormenting her clit, Justice Girl's legs gave out and she sagged in the men's arms.

"What is your mask's activation code?"

Justice Girl blinked, panting, and licked her lips. Her mouth was so dry. She was so tired. Then another of the truth drug postules was snapped under her nose, and another sweet wash of warmth went through her.

"Ooooo."

"Tell me your mask's activation code."

"Press buttons one, four, five and twelve at the same time. Hold five seconds, then release. Then press buttons three, eight and eleven at once. It'll come off then."

What did I just do? Justice Girl thought, confused.

Randy Girl squealed with delight and quickly pressed the aforementioned buttons and removed Justice Girl's mask. It came away without resistance, leaving Justice Girl's face exposed. And she didn't recognize her at all. Of course, of the seven Super Heroines she'd captured and unmasked prior to Justice Girl, only one of them was famous and recognizable.

"My God, Nicole, you are beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous, in fact," Randy Girl said. "I've never seen a more beautiful face."

"Thank you," she said with a goofy grin.

"Now, my love, we're going to play a little game," Randy Girl said.

"OK."

She pulled Justice Girl's bottoms back up and removed the wide golden belt. One of the men handed her Justice Girl's white leather bustier, with the three lightning bolts angled inward across each breast cup. She helped her captive struggle back into the bustier, then put the golden belt back on, covering the thin gape between bustier and bottom. Meanwhile, another one of her men was applying two-sided tape to the mask.

"Here, let me put this back on," Randy Girl said, and pressed the mask back to her face. "Perfect."

"Oooch," Justice Girl said, grimacing. "It feels icky. I don't like it. Why can't I just put it on normally?"

"Because it is too hard to take off. It's fun to take off a Super Heroine's mask," Randy Girl said. "Men will pay good money to do it, even knowing the girl underneath isn't the real thing."

"But I am the real thing."

"Of course you are, and you just remember that," Randy Girl said. She took Justice Girl by the hand and led her out of the room. "You remember that I captured you, right?"

"Yes," she said, smiling with drug induced languor.

"Well, now it's time for you to serve me as your punishment for being a goodie-two-shoe Super Heroine," Randy Girl said. "First, you're going to get some practice prostituting yourself, and once you have that down, I'll take you downstairs to dance naked for men."

Justice Girl's mind reeled with that information. She'd been forced to prostitute herself before. Several times, in fact. Once in college as Nicole Boudreaux when one of her girlfriends ran afoul of a drug dealer, and the rest as a captured Justice Girl. Vindictive Pimps were mean like that. But she'd never danced naked for men.

She was led up the steep back stairs to the third floor. There were thirty-three tiny rooms on the top floor, a third of which had young women standing in the door. On that floor all the prostitutes wore Super Heroine costumes. Justice Girl scowled at them. It wasn't uncommon for whores to dress as Super Heroines. Men loved it, and might even pay extra for it. Then she noticed she wasn't the only Justice Girl up there.

"There are two more Justice Girls up here?"

"Four," Randy Girl said. "One is behind closed doors fucking, and the other is downstairs dancing. Justice Girl is the most requested Super Heroine, by a margin of three to one over the next most popular, Zephyr."

"Oh."

Looking around, she saw a short brunette in the sky blue and white of her friend and associate Zephyr. She looked remarkable like the real Zephyr, too. The costume was almost perfect, save the whore wore white lace up thigh boots and the real Zephyr wore lace up knee boots. Also, the whore there had brown eyes, while Zephyr had green eyes hidden behind sky blue contacts. Also, the whore's boobs were obviously implants.

Justice Girl was taken to the door opposite the main stairs. Randy Girl opened the door and led her inside. It was only about ten by eight, with a twin sized bed, sink and toilet. The walls were covered with posters of Super Heroines, all being fucked in some manner. There was even a poster from her time in SuperHeroinesExposed.com with Zephyr, where she was eating out Zephyr's pussy. Her face couldn't be seen in that picture, but her ass and cunt were in full view.

"Fond memories, heh?" Randy Girl said, smirking. "Now, you've been forced to whore before. You know what to do. The more money you make, the happier I am, and the happier I am the nicer I am to you. Understand?"

"Yes, but what more can you do to me? This is the worst possible fate for any Super Heroine," Justice Girl said, starting to feel nauseous again.

"I've unmasked you," Randy Girl said. "You will do as told, and with the proper enthusiasm, or else I'll reveal your true identity to the world. Would you like me to go fetch a camera?"

"No! I'll do it," Justice Girl said.

"You'll do what?"

Justice Girl swallowed hard and licked her red lips. "I'll do anything you say."

"Good girl," she said, grinning wickedly. Two men could be heard coming up the stairs. "Here's your first test. If you don't get one of them in this room for sex, then I'll have to do something truly evil to you."

"What?"

"You really don't want to find out," Randy Girl said, brown eyes atwinkle. "Get to work, Justice Girl."

With that Randy Girl led her men away, and down the back stairs. Justice Girl just stood in the center of the tiny room, hand to forehead, and wondered where it all went wrong. She was just beginning to recall the events that led up to this. For only the second time in her eight year career she'd been unmasked. Now Randy Girl could blackmail her into doing anything. Anything.

"Look at all the hot babes up here, George," a man said.

Justice Girl hurried to the door and looked out. Two men stood at the top of the stairs, directly across from her. Just five feet away. They both turned to look her over as she stepped into the door and leaned against the frame. Both were in their mid to late thirties, about six feet and scrungy looking. Neither looked like he'd shaven in at least three days, and their clothes were disheveled and dirty looking. One was slim and the other heavy set.

She gave them her most alluring smile and winked.

"Yeow, that's the best Justice Girl I've ever seen," one said. "What about you, Larry?"

"I seen a better one streetwalking over in the Tenderloin," Larry said, the heavyset man.

"I bet you did, dog," George said, punching his friend in the arm. "You're such a liar."

"Shut up, your stupid," Larry said, then grinned.

"You boys looking to have a 'super' fine time?" Justice Girl said. "If so, I'm the Super Heroine to give it to you."

"How much?" Larry asked with keen interest.

"Fifty bucks," she said.

"Stiff."

"Cheap for the pleasure of fucking the bejesus out of this Super Heroine."

Larry's eyes widened a second, then he grinned.

"OK, let's do it, babe."

Justice Girl let him in the room and closed the door. She was annoyed to find no lock on the door, but she shrugged that off. Turning, she found Larry looking her over intently.

"Like what you see?" she said, strangely interested.

"Duh. You're the best looking chick I've ever slept with," he said.

"Well, I will be if you have fifty bucks," she said sweetly.

He hesitated. For a second she thought she'd lured the wrong man inside. He didn't have the money required. The odds of getting his friend after kicking him out was slim to none. Randy Girl would punish her for this failure, her first test.

"What if I want something extra?" he said.

Relief. Justice Girl hated the fact Randy Girl could MAKE her want to have sex for money, but this is what the Super Villainess did for fun and money. So she suppressed those depressing thoughts and smiled at Larry.

"What kind of extras were you thinking about?"

"Role playing," he said. "I want to be the criminal that captures and tames the arrogant Super Heroine."

Justice Girl didn't know her mistress's policy on such things. Role-playing took more time, so she supposed she'd have to charge more. Most sexual deals took less than fifteen minutes to complete, from money exchanging hands to climax and clean up.

"Hundred dollars," she said. "Just don't hurt me. I'm not a real amazon, so I can't take the same abuse as they can. OK?"

"Deal," he said enthusiastically.

She received four twenties and two tens. Then they began per his instructions. It was simple enough. She would leave the room temporarily and enter cautiously, as if looking for a criminal. He would be behind the door and jump her from behind.

Justice Girl was annoyed to know he thought she'd make a rookie mistake like that, but went along with it. When she entered, Justice Girl pretended to not see him out the corner of her masked eyes. He came up behind her as the door closed and wrapped his arms around her body, each hand magically finding a boob to grasp, while still pinning her arms to her side.

"Ochie!" she cried in mock fear. "What are you doing? Unhand me, you evil miscreant."

"Too late, Justice Twit," he said in her ear. "You are now the prisoner of the Fucking Bandit."

Fucking Bandit? Justice Girl thought. What a lame name.

"Oh, you foul beast," she said and struggled weakly. Her super strength wasn't suppressed by the drugs. An interesting fact she stored away. But his arms around her had caused the aphrodisiac to kick in. Warmth flooded her body, centered on her twat. It was still wet from when Randy Girl fingered her into ecstasy. "You'll never get away with this, Fucking Bandit."

He clumsily pulled off both of her red latex opera gloves.

"Damn, I didn't know these were made of rubber," he said.

"A special latex, Fucking Bandit," she said, staying in character. "Because we need the sensitivity of touch it provides, while protecting our pure Super Heroine hands while manhandling vile cretins like you, Fucking Bandit."

"Really?" he said, then shook his head. "Never mind. OK, Justice Cunt, you are my prisoner. Obey or die."

"I'll obey for now, you vile monster, but mark my words," she said as he bound her wrists with her own long glove, "I'll have my day, and I'll hunt you down like the dirty dog you are. Justice will prevail."

"You're good, babe," he whispered in her ear.

"Thanks," she whispered back.

With her wrists bound, he stepped behind her and unzipped the bustier. She rolled her eyes. They always went for the bustier first. Why did everyone want to see her boobs so badly?

"Oochie! Sweet Lady Justice, what have you done?" she cried in mock horror as her bustier was pulled off. "I've been exposed! You've humiliated me!"

His hands immediately started fondling her 40DDs and caressing her long golden blonde hair. She felt him kiss her left shoulder, then kiss her neck. Then he whispered sinisterly in her ear.

"I'm going to do more than humiliate you, Justice Tits. I'm going to make you have my baby!"

"Oh no!"

"Oh yes," He said and promptly pulled her bottoms down to her ankles. "Kneel to her master, Justice Girl."

Justice Girl knelt. She felt his hands lift her left foot and slip the blue bottoms away, then do the same with the right. Then he removed the golden belt and tossed it into the growing pile of her costume.

Then he stepped in front of her and unzipped. Justice Girl swallowed hard as his semi-erect penis was pulled out. He slapped her face with it a long moment, then pressed the head of his dick against her ruby reds. Justice Girl was getting horny herself by now, so quickly sucked him into her mouth.

"Whoa, Justice Slut indeed! I've heard rumors you are really a raging slut, but I never dreamed it as true," he said, clearly enjoying her sucking his now rock hard cock. "I heard you like getting down and nasty with vagrants and pimps down dark alleys."

Justice Girl prayed her face wasn't turning red. She'd heard those same rumors. They started after her capture and rape by SuperHeroinesExposed.com, and gained momentum by a series of captures by Victory Girl where she was sexually abused and given to homeless men to use and abuse to their hearts' content. The vile men and women that captured and sexually abused her spread those insidious rumors, and everyone was ready to believe them. Of course, they were in part true. But she thought her loyal supporters shouldn't believe them, just because.

"Oh, too good," Larry said. He pulled out of her mouth. "I'm not ready for that, yet, Justice Cocksucker."

"Now what, Fucking Bandit?"

"Your time is up, Justice Girl," he said, lifting her to her feet and pushing her toward the bed. "Now you learn why I'm called the Fucking Bandit!"

She was forced to her back on the twin bed. Then she watched as he quickly stripped and joined her. At first, he lay beside her and played with her tits. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his rough, callused hands on her soft white skin. He quickly had her nipples erect and tingling, despite being rather clumsy in the love department.

Larry's hand soon left her perfect tits, to travel across the satiny expanse of her rock hard stomach. Then he stroked her cropped blonde pubic patch, before abruptly pushing a finger into her pussy.

"Oh, so rough," she squeaked, taken by surprise.

"I'm the victor, Justice Girl, and you are the vanquished," he said. "Your shapely body is my bootie, meant only for my carnal pleasure."

She gave him a look. He's obviously done this role-playing sex thing before. She wondered how many other "Justice Girls" he'd vanquished and fucked. He obviously had a fetish for this sort of thing.

"Tell me, Fucking Bandit, how many other Super Heroines have you captured and fucked?"

"I have had all of Ocean City's Super Heroines, and a few of the better known Super Heroines from elsewhere," he said proudly. "So far, my favorite has been Ms Amazing."

Justice Girl recalled seeing a whore dressed as Ms Amazing, a Diva Supreme. A Diva was any Alpha Meta that possessed two or more Powers. A Diva Supreme was the rarest of the rare, able to wield all Five Powers at once. Technically, there was one more Power, the Power to cause men and women to lactate. They were called vampires, since they could drink the breast milk of an amazon and then wield that woman's Power. So a vampire could theoretically wield six Powers, becoming a Diva Supreme.

"Oh yeah, Ms Amazing is at the end of the hall," Justice Girl said.

"Not that one," he said. "Up to about three weeks ago there was another Ms Amazing, and she was the wettest, wildest, most wickedly wanton whore I ever met. I almost beggared myself visiting her." He frowned a long moment, then shook himself out of it, "Back to the game."

He grabbed her left ankle, and slung it around him. Now kneeling between her legs, he looked her over with relish.

"Justice Girl, know that you are much more beautiful that Ms Amazing, and with some training perhaps you can be as wickedly wanton as her. You're lessons begin now."

He wasn't one for prepping a girl's pussy for use. He leaned in and pressed his erect dick between the lips of her labia, then pushed deeper. Justice Girl gasped and arched her back as he penetrated her body. The aphrodisiac kicked in and sent another wave of heat through her body, exciting her libido even more. She groaned and rocked her head back and forth as he thrust in and out, going deeper and deeper, driving her more and more crazy. In no time Larry was well mounted and Justice Girl was panting like a dog in heat.

"Son of a -- " Justice Girl gasped, as her body reacted profoundly to the combination of drugs and sex. "Fuck me. Fuck me like the slut I am, Fucking Bandit."

"I will, Justice Whore," he growled, increasing the rate of his pumping.

He might not have been the biggest man who'd ever fucked her. Or the most talented in bed. But Larry knew how to work what he had, for each stroke of his dick was the full length of him. He would almost pull out completely, then drive back in, all at a phenomenal rate of speed.

"God, you fuck fast."

"Practice. Ms Amazing taught me how to do this," he said.

"Money well spend," she gasped, for that wonderful tingle of sex just turned into the heady rush to climax. "Yes! Oh, yes! Aaaawweeee!"

Her belly quivered and convulsed as the orgasm claimed her body and soul. For a long moment all she knew was perfect pleasure and Larry's driving, ceaseless, wonderfully maddening cock being pistoned in and out of her quivering, tight twat. Then Larry suddenly lost his rhythm and after another three thrusts, pressed himself deep inside her.

"Oooo, yes. Give it all to me, Fucking Bandit," she cooed as she writhed beneath Larry as he came and came inside her. "Fill me up with your triumph, baby."

Larry shuddered again and another torrent of cum gushed out. Then he collapsed atop her, all sweaty and winded. Justice Girl lay beneath him, gently stroking his hairy buttocks and breathing heavily.

Randy Girl's really got me good, she thought. She's unmasked me. And that drug makes sex too good to fight it. I'm a goner. Justice Girl is dead. Long live Justice Whore.

"You are my new favorite, Justice Girl," Larry said. "I'll be visiting you about once a week from now on."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. You have Ms Amazing potential," he said. "Just like she trained me to be a fucking machine, I'll train you."

"I can't wait," she said, barely able to feign happiness.

She didn't bother dressing until after he dressed and departed, with another promise to visit her weekly. Justice Girl sat on the toilet and used a wet wash cloth to clean her self up a bit. Cleanliness wasn't a whore's first priority, but getting as much of his cum out of her pussy was hers. So Justice Girl flexed her vaginal muscles just so and a torrent of translucent cum flowed out and was flushed.

Alpha Metas had to be doubly careful about sex. Drugs took their ability to use their God given Powers away temporarily, but pregnancy stole them away forever. The moment a fertilized egg embedded in the wall of her uterus her Power would vanish forever. All she would have left was the more physical aspects of being Alpha Meta -- the perfect body, great strength and healing ability.

When she opened her door again, there were five men on that floor "shopping." In less than a minute another man was handing her money. And for the next nine hours she was busy almost nonstop. Apparently word had gotten around downstairs that there was a new girl on the top floor, and she was damn good in the sack. Many times she finished with one John only to find two or more men waiting for her.

Wild Girls didn't close until 4 AM. And then Justice Girl was pulled out to entertain Randy Girl's goons and other interested staff. At one point she found herself on all fours on the floor in the hallway, with two sets of men running trains on her mouth and ass hole, while Randy Girl and the other "Super Heroine" whores watched and called out encouragement.

It was 8 AM before all the staff was sated. Then Randy Girl had her bathed, perfumed and taken to her bed. Justice Girl "entertained" her new mistress until opening at 11 AM.

"Time to go back to work," Randy Girl said.

"But I haven't had a chance to sleep," Justice Girl said, astonished.

She was physically and emotionally exhausted. Even those evil monsters at SuperHeroinesExposed.com allowed her some time to rest, to keep her fresh and beautiful for even more and more sexual use and abuse.

"You'll get sleep in time. The first few days can be hectic and trying, though," Randy Girl said. "But first you have to be completely tamed and taught your place."

Justice Girl thought she was tamed. Randy Girl had unmasked her and was blackmailing her into prostitution. What more was there? So she asked her.

"Too funny," Randy Girl said. "Have you forgotten the Gentlemen's Club? Duh. You have a full day of dancing and whoring to get used to. Once we feel you have it all down pat, then you'll be given a specific schedule and allowed to sleep."

Justice Girl was dressed in her costume again and taken to the front. Randy Girl's bedroom was in the back of the club, on the first floor. When she arrived, it was a quarter past eleven and there were already five men sitting at tables scattered around the room. A quick glance showed eighteen girls working - dancing on of the five stages of varying sizes, or sitting with customers trying to wheedle them into buying them drinks or take them upstairs. As she watched, a redhead in a black leather bikini and pumps stood up with a man and they headed for the stairs.

Three women came out a door next to the DJ, who was to one side of the bar. The kitchen door was on the other side of the bar. A dozen waitresses wandered around, straightening tables or waiting for customers to arrive.

Randy Girl took her to meet the DJ, Tune Master. He was a skinny redhead with freckles, but dressed hip-hop and talked like he was ghetto. Ghetto wannabe, more like it. Justice Girl didn't like him. She recalled him from the wee hours upstairs. He was a spanker when he fucked, and slapped both of her cheeks bright red before he came up her raw ass.

Justice Girl found she was already in the rotation, between Amber and Sassy.

"Yo, bitch, you going by Justice Jugs? Justice Tits? Or what?" Tune Master said.

"Uh, Justice Girl will be fine," she said.

"No, Justice Jugs," Randy said. "We have too many Justice Girl whores for anyone to use that name. So we give variations of the name. You are Justice Jugs."

"Sweet," Tune Master said. "You got the biggest jugs of all the Justice Girl's anyway."

"Great," Justice Girl said dismally. She hated it when they butchered her highly respected Super Heroine name, especially making it so sexual. "I'm Justice Jugs. Now what?"

"Hope those are your dancing boots, babe, because that's Amber on stage now," he said, startling her. "First, I need a couple songs. You dance two songs on the main stage. First one in full costume. Then you strip between songs and dance again. After that, you rotate through all the stages until you're finished."

He pointed out each of the stages, in the order in which she danced on them. So five stages, two songs per stage, meant she'd be dancing on stage between thirty and forty-five minutes. She picked out, with Randy Girl's help, two songs to dance to.

"How far do I strip?"

"Just take off the bustier, belt and bottoms. You can take off the gloves if you want, but never take off the boots or other accessories," Randy Girl said.

"What about the mask?" Tune Master said.

"Oh yeah, remove the mask after you leave the main stage," she said. "The customers like their Super Heroines masked on the main stage, but they never take a girl upstairs who is masked."

"Which means you'll remain unmasked down here unless dancing on the main stage," Tune Master said. "Well, song's over. You're up, Justice Jugs."

"Break a leg," Randy Girl said, smirking.

The next song started. Sweet Child in the City. Then Tune Master's booming voice called out to the seven men now in the club. "Hey, hey, homeboys! Please welcome the comely costumed Super Heroine, Justice Jugs to our stage. This is her first day dancing boys, so be generous and buy the lady a drink afterwards. And don't forget to tip the dancers and waitresses, boys, and tip generously."

There was a smattering of applause as she was announced. Justice Girl climbed up the steep steps to the main stage. Suddenly, she was the center of attention in a way she'd never known before. Her mouth went dry and her eyes grew wide. Then she saw Randy Girl next to Tune Master, glaring at her and taping a booted foot impatiently.

Justice Girl began to dance. It was nothing sensuous at first. No one seemed to be paying her much attention. All the men present seemed engrossed in conversations with scantily clad dancers sitting with them. So she slowed down and covertly watched the dancers on the other four stages. She mimicked the way they gyrated and frequently thrust out their butts, legs straight and back arched. She ran her hands over her body, mostly concentrating on her tits and groin regions. Some of the men started to take some little bit of notice.

Then she song ended and she realized it was time to strip.

Turning on a stiletto heel, she strode to the back of the stage as she reached around and unzipped her bustier. Pulling it off, she paused to glance over her shoulder. Every set of male eyes were on her now, and most of the female eyes as well. Even though her back was to the room, she wasn't hiding anything from them, because the back wall was mirrored. So she quickly discard her belt and bottoms.

Turning, she found Randy Girl moving up to the stage with a folded dollar. Dancing over to her, Justice Girl squatted and bent over to speak with her.

"Is there something wrong?" Justice Girl said.

"No. You'll get better with time," she said. "A few tips. Lift a breast." When Justice Girl complied, she slipped the folder dollar and let her drop it to hold the money in place. "That trick will get you more tips. Now kiss me on the corner of the mouth." Justice Girl cupped her chin with one hand and kissed the corner of her mouth as directed. "Kiss every man that tips you like that, and you'll get more tips. That's the minimum. Kissing full on the lips will get you even more tips. The more tips you earn the happier I am. And, if a woman tips you, that rates an open-mouth kiss, and make it hot."

"I'm surprised you don't have girl-on-girl live sex on stage," Justice Girl said, eyes flashing.

"I would if I could," she said wistfully. "But I'd be raided in the first day or so. I'd have to take Wild Girls out of city limits to get away with that. And that'll lose most of my loyal customers. Now get back to work."

A man was already sidling up to the stage with a folded dollar. She danced over to him, then danced a moment longer, putting her naked rump just inches from his face. When she turned around and squatted, she smiled brightly and lifted her other tit. He placed the folded dollar there, and she lowered the tit to hold it.

Then she kissed him on the corner of the mouth and thanked him. But before she could rise, he pulled out another bill. This time it was a five.

"Can I lift your breast and put the money under it," he asked.

Justice Girl didn't want him touching her, but Randy Girl was watching. So she agreed with a big smile and he gently lifted her heavy tit and placed the five dollar tip. But when he lowered the tit, he stroked his hand up and over her nipple. Justice Girl gasped when his fingers touched her now hypersensitive nipple.

Between constant use and abuse, and another healthy dose of Randy Girl's special drug injected into her butt cheek, she was left very vulnerable to touch. She felt everything intensely. Indeed, that brief caress sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her. Justice Girl felt her twat start to moisten.

"Thank you," she said and kissed him full on the lips.

Standing, she pulled her tips from under her tits and dropped the folded bills down her left boot top. She didn't have anywhere else to keep the cash. She would find out later what other girls did with their money.

As promised by Randy Girl, after she let the first man touch her tit and get a full kiss, she had many more gentlemen callers. Once they realized it took a five to get the "special" treatment, she was deluged with five dollar tips. And there was still two men waiting to tip her when the song ended and Sassy took the stage.

The two men that didn't get to tip her followed her to the next stage. One of them offered her a hand as she slowly climbed the narrow, steep stairs in her five-inch stilettos. Normally she wouldn't have any trouble climbing those stairs, but Randy Girl's drug left her with a slight bit of wooziness.

"I'd like to go upstairs with you," one of her tippers from the third stage said. "How much?"

"Fifty dollars," she said. "But I have to finish my dancing set first."

He looked disappointed as he returned to his seat. She thought that was the end of it until she finished her last dance and he stood up and headed her way. Justice Girl caught Randy Girl's eyes, and the Super Villainess nodded. She took her first john from the club up to her room. Then she had to take two more johns waiting upstairs for her before returning to the club. And it was time for her to dance again.

At six that night, more girls reported. They were up to sixty-six girls then, which was one girl for every room upstairs. Randy Girl's full compliment of enslaved whores. With all the girls on duty between six and midnight, she didn't have to danced nearly so often. Mostly she just walked through the club until she caught someone's eyes and flirted. If he flirted back she joined him. Drinks were bought, hers watered down, and then she tried to coax him upstairs. She was only successful about half the time, which she learned was a remarkable feat. The other girls said one in ten was considered acceptable.

On her third day of captivity, Justice Girl was moved to a new room five doors down from the stairs. One of the Super Heroine whores, she dressed as the late Aqua Girl, was sold by Randy Girl and a new coed brought in to replace her. She was a pretty redhead dressed up as the highly respected Super Heroine Lady. Then the next day her virtual all day and all night schedule was changed to a day schedule, so she worked from eleven in the morning until midnight.

Justice Girl was soon the top money earner of the day shift, despite her clumsy dancing. Extra emphasis was placed on her learning to dance erotically in her off-hours. Randy Girl ordered her in every morning at nine, to practiced dancing for two hours prior to opening every day. Within a week they felt she was good enough to end the lessons and move her to the more lucrative and busier night shift. And three days later Randy Girl gave her an entire day off, in reward for being their top earner in both tips and prostitution. She brought in $5,000 plus in one night.

So Justice Girl wasn't even thinking of herself as a Super Heroine after six weeks. Her world was Wild Girls, which she never left. Then, one night around midnight, she took a middle-aged man upstairs. He was rich and horny, and very generous. One of her regulars.

When they reached the top of the stairs, she glanced left and saw an open door. Inside that room stood Randy Girl, with a new girl. Someone Justice Girl recognized.

The new girl was clearly beaten senseless, barely coherent. She had medium length brown hair, black Sisterhood mask, black opera gloves and black thigh boots. Her bright yellow latex one piece was French cut and strapless, pushing her 38DDs up sexily. A wide black belt and choker, with a silver Sister ankh, finished out her costume.

"Ms Crusader?" Justice Girl said.

Blood rushed from her face and she felt light-headed. Then the blood returned, hammering in her ears and leaving her unable to think. One of her comrades -- one of her FRIENDS - was beaten and captured and being forced into prostitution by Randy Girl. And Ms Crusader was so young and inexperienced, just eighteen or nineteen years old.

There has to be a way to save her, she thought desperately. Then her wealthy john took her by the arm and led her into her own room for sex. But Justice Girl didn't forget about Ms Crusader. Indeed, before long Ms Crusader was working in a room across from the stairs, just like Justice Girl had started six weeks earlier.

The next day Justice Girl went down to the club early. Ms Crusader was dancing when she found her, on the third stage. So Justice Girl gave a lap dance to get money and went over to Ms Crusader, as if to tip her.

Both women were unmasked, just wearing their costumes maskless. Ms Crusader didn't recognize her at first. But her eyes lit up when Justice Girl spoke.

"Justice Girl? Is that really you?" Ms Crusader said, big brown eyes full of hope.

"I'm afraid it is, Ms Crusader," she admitted shamefaced. "I was captured and forced into....into...THIS over six weeks back."

"I'm sorry," Ms Crusader said. "I think I can honestly say I understand your pain."

They hugged tightly. Then Justice Girl pushed her away reluctantly.

"We have to be careful. If Randy Girl gets the least bit suspicious of either of us, then we'll both be sold overseas. I want to stay here as long as possible."

"How do we get out of here?"

"I don't know," Justice Girl said. "But for the first time in about five weeks I've started to consider it."

A week later Ms Crusader moved into the room directly across from Justice Girl. She also started working the night shift. Very quickly she gained a reputation for being extremely wild and wicked, and the best fuck in the place. Justice Girl felt vaguely jealous when she was supplanted as the brothel/gentlemen's club top girl after Ms Crusader worked the night shift just one week. But Ms Crusader never took Justice Girl's place as Randy Girl's favorite fuck toy in the off hours.

"Hello, Mistress Randy Girl," Justice Girl said as she entered her owner's private bedroom suite.

Randy Girl has her newest whore/slaves bound up tightly. They were drop dead gorgeous twins. Coeds. Just eighteen, with big blue eyes, full lips and silky auburn hair that hung down to their tiny waists. They were also the top debutantes in Ocean City's upper elite circles. Beside fucking them senseless and making them whore themselves to the base born rabble that worked for their daddy, Randy Girl was milking their trust funds dry.

"Them again?" Justice Girl said. Randy Girl had been forcing Justice Girl to play the dominatrix to the twins submissive slave sluts for the past three days. "I was hoping for some one-on-one time with you, Mistress."

"Not tonight. They've been bad girls. Again," Randy Girl said, eyeing the twins angrily.

"I see," Justice Girl said, heading over to the closet. She found the outfit Randy Girl had set out for her. It was a tight black leather dominatrix outfit. Shiny black leather pants, thigh boots with five-inch stilettos, a bustier that laced up the front and a bolero jacket. Her outfit was finished off with a dog collar, large silver hoop earrings, and a cat-o'-nine tails. She'd worn it so often she wiggled into it in no time. "I'm ready, Mistress."

"Entertain me, Mistress Justice."

As Mistress Justice, she quickly brought the twins to heel, then made them lick her heels. She put them through their kinky paces with practiced ease. The twins responded well to her commands, for they knew she wielded that cat-o'-nine tails with wicked skill.

She soon had the twins pawing hungrily at Randy Girl as she sat on her "throne." They stripped their ultimate mistress precisely to Justice Girl's directions, and quickly had the notorious white slaver and madam panting like a schoolgirl. Soon Randy Girl was stripped down to her bright red thigh boots and opera gloves, while one sucked on her twat and the other kissed, licked, and sucked on her 38DD tits and large pink nipples. After watching Randy Girl experience her third earth shattering climax, Justice Girl got an idea.

"Mistress Randy Girl, these pathetic kittens aren't much use anymore. They are already beginning to tire," she said. "Let's send them back upstairs and to work, and then bring down a woman with the sexual stamina to truly sate your lusts."

A perfectly plucked brow rose inquisitively. "Whom did you have in mind?"

"Ms Crusader. Sidney, not Jessica," Justice Girl said. Sidney Thames was the secret identity of Ms Crusader. Randy Girl knew her first name, just as she knew Justice Girl's first name was Nicole. But neither of them had revealed their last names, and their captor no longer seemed interested in finding out. Jessica James was a former waitress at Wild Girls who pissed Randy Girl off and so became one of her whores. "I hear she's even better than me, with just as much endurance. Image me, in this outfit, commanding Ms Crusader for your pleasure."

"Mmm, sounds delish. I agree," Randy Girl said. "Take care of it."

A quick call on the intercom had Ms Crusader on her way in short order. Justice Girl turned the twins over to a staff member, male, whom she knew would soon be fucking the shit out of those poor socialites. But that wasn't her concern at the moment. If all went well, she and Ms Crusader would be in a position to rescue them all from this humiliating bondage.

While waiting for Ms Crusader, Justice Girl strutted and posed for Randy Girl. Her mistress was a lover of the female form, especially attired so kinkily in black leather and heels. But Ms Crusader soon arrived, looking tired and a little worried. She didn't get called to Randy Girl's bed very often.

"Kneel, Crusader Slut," Justice Girl commanded, pointing the curled up cat-o'nines at her. When she dropped to her knees, Justice Girl slapped her own thigh booted leg with the rolled up whip, then pointed at her booted foot. "Crawl to me and kiss it. And make it pretty, or else."

Ms Crusader looked startled, but nodded, swallowed hard, and began to crawl. Her shapely hiney wiggled enticingly. Her large tits swayed and jounced. She even licked her oh so lusciously full lips with a wet pink tongue. The sight of her sent Justice Girl's heart to racing. Even Randy Girl looked flushed and expectant.

Justice Girl thrust out her right spike-heeled foot. Ms Crusader sensuously crawled up to it and slowly lowered her glossy pink lips to the shiny black leather toe of her boot. Randy Girl gasped as her full lips pressed against the black leather, then pressed harder as she kissed it with all her heart. Even Justice Girl swallowed hard at the sight. Then when she pulled her lips away, they saw the perfect lip print left behind.

"Good girl," Justice Girl said. "I am called Mistress Justice in here. And she is Mistress Randy Girl. Understand, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress Justice."

"Good girl," she said, grinning wickedly. "Now, crawl over to Mistress Randy Girl. Kiss the toe of her boot, then start licking your way up. Don't miss so much as a square inch of boot leather, or I'll whip you and make you start all over again."

Ms Crusader did as commanded. She kissed the toe of Randy Girl's boot, then started sensuously licking her red thigh boot. But just past the ankle, Justice Girl loosed the cat-o'nine tails and laid them across her back several times.

"You missed a spot, slacker slave!" she said, eyes flashing angrily. "Start over with the kiss."

So Ms Crusader began anew. This time she licked with perfection, all the way up Randy Girl's boot, onto the satiny skin of her upper thigh, and right into the groin region. The sexy licking of the super sexy captured Super Heroine had the Super Villainess squirming before she finished licking boot. Randy Girl was panting heavily by the time Ms Crusader's super powered tongue reached her twat.

"Finger fuck her ass while you give cunnilingus, Slave Crusader," Justice Girl barked.

Justice Girl moved closer, until she stood over Ms Crusader and Randy Girl. Ms Crusader was lapping up the villainess's love juices with wild abandon, driving her mistress wild with pleasure. Justice Girl's heart hammered so loud she couldn't hear the slurping coming from Randy Girl's pussy.

"Oh! OH! OH YES! YES! Lick harder! FASTER! OH...Ooooo, OOOOOO!"

Randy Girl's climax was mind blowing. Just what Justice Girl was waiting for. She stepped closer and kicked the Super Villainess square in the face. Randy Girl's eyes rolled up and she slid bonelessly from the throne.

"What?" Ms Crusader said, shocked and appalled. "What did you do? Oh God, she'll punish me too!"

"No she won't, my friend," Justice Girl said, and kicked Randy Girl in the chin just to make sure she stayed out. "Because this is our chance to escape."

"What about all of the other girls held here?"

"Once out of here we can contact the other Sisters and come back for them," she said. "Now, no more talking. We're out of here now."

There was a guard at Randy Girl's door. Ms Crusader beat him to a pulp while Justice Girl raced toward the back door. Two men guarded it on the inside. She knew there was another two men outside as well. But she didn't worry about the men outside. Justice Girl just raced straight into the two inside guards.

The men were alert, but not fast enough to stop her attack. The first man went down immediately with a kick in the head. The second one got two good punches to her ribs before she could counterattack. And attack she did. Weeks of pent up frustration and humiliation flooded out of Justice Girl. She beat him like a drum, and even continued to beat him after he succumbed to her attack and passed out. Ms Crusader had to stop her before she killed him.

"There's still two more," Ms Crusader said, grinning. "Save it for them."

Together, they charged out of the back door. But there weren't two guards, but four. It didn't matter, for the two Super Heroines were too enraged to stop. They beat two into la-la land, and two were chased off. Then they turned tail and ran down the alley.

They ran for an hour before stopping to look behind them. By that time they were miles away and safe. Then it was simply a matter of hailing a pair of taxis and going home. Since she wasn't in her Justice Girl costume, she wouldn't betray her true identity. She didn't know where Ms Crusader went, and didn't want to know.

Fifteen minutes after returning home, Justice Girl was in her costume and had on a working mask. Randy Girl had somehow disabled the mask she was captured wearing, so she couldn't call for help from the other Super Heroines.

"Zephyr! Lady!" Justice Girl called out over the secure network. The two Super Heroines were the only ones on the net at the time. A moment later Ms Crusader joined them on the secure net. "God its great to speak with you!"

Justice Girl and Ms Crusader quickly told their sad story of defeat and ultimate humiliation. Neither of the newly free Super Heroines would be able to wield their Powers for hours, if not days. They would be back to normal once the drugs wore off, but in the meantime Zephyr and Lady raced to capture Randy Girl.

"They're gone!" Lady cried over the net.

"What? Impossible!" Justice Girl cried, horrified.

"NO!" Ms Crusader cried as well. "That can't be! What about all the girls?"

"Gone," Lady said dejectedly. "All gone."

"All that is left is a pair of photos," Zephyr said. "One of each of you having sex with men."

"Damn her to Hell!" Justice Girl snarled. "I will have my vengeance. I swear it, I will take Randy Girl down one day. She will pay for what she did to me."

THE END