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JUSTICE GIRL: JINGLE BELLS
By Dark One
Justice Girl soared above
All three missing Super Heroines had one thing in common,
besides being Alpha Meta women, and that was they were looking for a brazen
thief who called himself, of all things, Sinister Santa. He started cleaning out the warehouses of
Christmas presents that were being collected for the poor and unfortunate back
in September. Zephyr was the first to
start looking for him, and she was last heard from on October 2nd. Then Ms Crusader took up the cause, and
vanished sometimes after Halloween. And
the last Justice Girl heard from Titianna was that she had a lead. That was the day after Thanksgiving, and not
a word since. And it was December 5th
now.
“What a monster!” she snarled. She wore her nationally recognized red, white
and blue costume -- Red mask, latex opera gloves and thigh boots (with blue and
gold band around the top, golden lighting bolts down the back of her five inch
stilettos, and two lightning bolts forming a V at the top front); white leather
bustier with lightning bolts flashing across her 38DD breast cups; blue French
cut bikini bottoms; and wide gold belt, hoop earrings, and choker (with a solid
gold Sisterhood Ankh with commendation diamonds hanging from it). “Sinister Santa, indeed! He has to be stopped at all costs.”
It was beyond comprehension that someone could make a
living out of stealing the donated Christmas presents for the poor and
unfortunate. And he seemed to take such
glee from the dastardly deed, as well as leaving Christmas present tags that
instead of saying FROM, said TAKEN BY: Sinister Santa. Lately, he’d begun robbing toy stores, as if
he wanted to completely spoil Christmas for the whole city. And just to rub salt into the wound, it looked
like he was responsible for the disappearance of three of
Also, a number of respected rogue Super Heroines -- Night
Angel, Vixen and Lady Grace -- were MIA as well. It all made her doubly determined to capture
Sinister Santa, save Christmas, and save her Alpha Meta friends and comrades.
At twenty-six, Justice Girl was
So far, there had been no indication that Sinister Santa
was involved with white slavers, but Justice Girl knew the lure of big bucks
was too much for most criminals lucky enough to get the drop on a young,
beautiful Super Heroine. A painful lump
developed in her throat whenever she thought of twenty year old Zephyr,
nineteen year old Ms Crusader, and Titianna, who might possibly be in her early
thirties. Alpha Metas, called Amazons by
the population in general, were especially sought after by white slavers, and
even more so if they put on a colorful costume and fought crime as Super
Heroines.
It was so hard doing the right thing. So many organizations wanted to stop them, wanted
to destroy all of the Super Heroine Sisterhoods, both Alpha Meta and FEM. The “legal” organization, Men Against Amazon Domination (MAAD) led the charge, backed up
by Crime Families and other criminal organizations. And, of course, every white slaver in the
world was on the lookout for an Alpha Meta to capture, destroy and sell into
prostitution.
Alpha Metas were all women. No male Alpha Metas had ever been found. That’s why organizations like MAAD did so
well, full of male chauvinists and other hate mongers. But what made Amazons so popular with white
slavers was the same thing that set them apart and above regular women in the
lust filled minds of most boys and men.
They were superior women in every way, with a strong tendency toward
overlarge breasts, very narrow waists and well-rounded hips. In a word, they were one and all supermodel
gorgeous, with the bodies of centerfolds.
They could take enormous amounts of abuse (i.e. sexual abuse) and healed
at ten times normal. Unfortunately for
the white slavers’ buyers, they also possessed ten times the strength of a
strong man, so they had to be either thoroughly brainwashed or drugged out of
their minds. Most chose to drug them
senseless.
The most incredible trait all Alpha Metas possessed was a
Power. Justice Girl was the rarest of
them all, an Electric Power, having the ability to control electricity. Most Alpha Metas were telekinetics, with the
rest having Power over Water, Air or Fire.
All Alpha Metas used their Power to “fly,” except Fire Powers. They alone were totally grounded.
Alpha Metas were all but unstoppable. There was no way to take away their super
strength, though drugs could make them “pliable” and controllable. Also, drugs suppressed their natural ability
to wield their God-given Power. Even a
single beer could keep a Super Heroine’s Power at bay for hours. It didn’t take much, for any drug that
affected the mind stole away her Power.
A faint golden glow surrounded Justice Girl as she flew
over the city. It was in all practical
aspects a ball of lightning. Or, more
precisely, a bubble of lightning. She
was able to suspend herself in the center of it. With just a little Power exercised, she
drifted slowly over the city, in a faint ball.
More power, and the ball got brighter and faster. At full power, she thundered through the sky
at super sonic speeds.
As she searched, Justice Girl monitored the police
bands. Her mask was a technical
marvel. It molded to her upper face,
with a red pleather “skin” that covered numerous buttons that activated
holographics, secure communications, data bases about the city, inhabitants,
police files, etc. It could not be
removed unless an elaborate, secret code was entered by pressing the correct
buttons in a precise sequence. And each
Super Heroine had her own code. Only the
Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines possessed such masks.
Nothing was more important than securing their secret
identities.
Suddenly, something caught her attention on the police
bands. A chase. Not unusual.
If she wasn’t hunting Sinister Santa she’d go help stop those miscreants. But the dispatcher said the driver was
dressed like Santa, except instead of red he wore black. Like he was sinister. Sinister Santa? Then she heard the dispatcher say they’d just
robbed a toy store. That clinched it.
“It can’t be that easy,” she muttered, but veered toward
the north side of town, to find the car being chased. From five hundred feet up, it was a quick
trip and she easily found the police chase from their flashing red and blue
lights. And just in time, too.
“They lost him,” she said, shaking her head
woefully. Glancing around, she didn’t
see a single helicopter up and about, not even the local TV station
choppers. The police only had three, and
two of those seemed to be in for service constantly. “Once again I have to save the day.”
As she dropped lower and lower, she noted that there were
three men dressed in “elf” costumes riding with the evil Santa Claus. But once she was fifty feet above them and
prepared to send a lightning bolt into the car’s engine, stopping them dead,
she paused and reconsidered. If it was
Sinister Santa, it wasn’t likely he would willingly confess and tell them where
to find the presents and missing Super Heroines. So she backed off, rising up another three
hundred feet and followed.
“Lead on, miscreants,” she said, smiling. “Take me to the stolen Christmas presents and
my friends.”
Oh, this would be glorious. Her friends would be beside themselves with
joy and relief when she arrived to rescue them.
And then the Police and the Press would arrive, showering her with
praise and glory. Once again, she would
be their golden heroine. They would all
want to hear her daring story, how she located and followed the criminals to
their hideout, then pounced upon them unmercifully, saving her comrades and
Christmas!
Her beautiful, crimson lips spread into a bright smile at
the thought.
It proved painfully easy to follow the criminals. Even boring.
They took back streets to the edge of the city, then took an old,
pot-holed blemished county road up into the coastal range, and over to the main
road about halfway up. But they pulled
off the main road halfway down the far side of the range, onto an old dirt road
that led to a sprawling farmstead in a mountain valley. She saw a large main house, a bunkhouse, two
stables and a large riding barn.
“Must be a horse farm or something,” she muttered. “Or was.
I don’t see a single horse, but there are a number of buggies. But someone can hide an awful lot of stolen
presents inside those big barns.”
There was even a real sleigh! Painted bright red, with green trim.
“That can only belong to Sinister Santa,” she snarled,
starting to drop lower.
Justice Girl dropped to tree level and watched Sinister
Santa and his Sinister Elves arrive and head into the farmhouse. They were all carrying bags of stolen
goods. Her bright blue eyes narrowed
dangerously as she noticed they appeared to be laughing and joking.
“They don’t realize it yet, but the joke’s on them this
time,” she said, “pushing” herself at the farmhouse.
Moments after their arrival, Justice Girl landed outside
the front door. She sneaked up to a
window and peeked inside. Sinister Santa
and his cohorts in crime were busy sifting through their ill-gotten gains. She smiled.
“Won’t they be surprised to see me,” she muttered.
Justice Girl marched around to the front door and didn’t
even try the doorknob. She promptly
kicked in the door, shattering it to smithereens. As she strode through the door, she noticed
Santa and his elves just gawked at her.
“Freeze, miscreants!” she demanded. “I’m Justice Girl! And your wicked days of crime and despoiling
Santa Claus’s image are over.”
She crinkled her nose as she quickly glanced around. There was an awful smell in the house. She couldn’t place it, but didn’t like
it. Just like a bunch of rats to live in
filth, though. Justice Girl blocked the
stench from her mind and concentrated on the wily criminals before her.
“Uh, the door was unlocked,” Santa said, then
grinned. “But you Amazons like to make a
big production out of everything, don’t you?”
The evil elves chuckled and grinned at her. Suddenly, none of them seemed concerned. That really irritated her. She was the most powerful Electric Power
known. With barely a thought she could
fry their puny brains beyond any hope of salvation. It was just as easy to kill as to stun. They should be afraid. Very afraid.
“Ho ho ho, look at the pretty present,” Sinister Santa
said merrily. “And wrapped so prettily
in red, white, blue and gold. It makes
me just want to rip her out of it.”
“I second that thought, Santa!” one of the elves crowed,
bright eyed.
“You disgust me,” she said, snarling. She took another five steps inside, annoyed
that none of them backed up fearfully, then struck a classic Super Heroine
pose. “First, where are my friends and associates,
and second, where are all the stolen Christmas Presents?”
“Associates?” Sinister Santa said, grinning
wolfishly. “You mean Titty-anna, Zephyr,
and Ms Crusader? Or Vixen, Night Angel
and her twin sister, Lady Grace?”
Twin? She didn’t
know Night Angel and Lady Grace were sisters, much less twins. But, now that she thought about it, the two
lovely Latinas were very similar in appearance.
And they did seem to work together quite a bit.
“Yes, all of them, Santa Miscreant,” she snarled.
“Ooo, did you hear that?
Justice Tits called me Santa Miscreant,” Santa said, merriment dancing
in his eyes. “I like that? She’s more fun than even Ms Crusader or Vixen
so far.”
“Where are they?” she demanded, leveling fierce blue eyes
on them.
Once again, they weren’t the least bit intimidated by her
implied threat. Why?
“Surrender, Sinister Santa,” she said, taking a step
towards him. Strangely, he also stepped
toward her. The elves spread out and
began to slowly circle her. She shook
her head woefully, for they didn’t stand a chance against her Power. She could stun every one of them at once,
front and back, with electric bolts without even looking. Easy.
“I’m more than willing to take you all down hard, boys. But I heartily suggest you take my advice and
surrender without a fight.”
“Now, Justice Twit, that wouldn’t be very interesting, or
much fun,” Santa said.
She didn’t like the way they were all leering at
her. Justice Girl’s silky smooth skin
goose-fleshed at the hungry way they looked her over head to toe. She noted several of the men had bulges in their
crotches.
Taking a deep breath, and almost gagging on the stench
again, she shook her head and regarded them with a scrunched up nose. God, did they ever bath? Or clean the house? What was that horrid smell? She couldn’t wait to secure the thieves for
the police and get outside and clear out her lungs with fresh air.
“You don’t stand a chance against me,” she said. “I’m Alpha Meta. A superior woman. I can slap you all down in an eye blink.”
“Then do it,” Sinister Santa said smugly.
“What?”
“Slap us down,” he said.
“Just do it. We’ve grown tired of
your ‘superior woman’ yammering. Take
your best shot, Sweet Tits.” He leered
at her cleavage, at how enticingly her tits were displayed by the white
bustier. “Then we’re going to take our
shots at that gorgeous body of yours.”
“Yeah,” an elf said.
“Once you finish ‘slapping’ us down, I’m going to slap your shapely
white ass while I BANG you into submission.”
Suddenly, mental alarms went off that should’ve warned
her earlier. But she was too full of
excitement and triumph to take heed of the warning signs. It was a trap! They were waiting for her.
Justice Girl knew she had to act quickly. Any hesitation would be disastrous. But it only took a mere thought to sends
powerful jolts of electricity into each and every one of them. All at once.
And then she could drag them outside and bind them up for the police.
Instinctively, all but unconsciously, Justice Girl
reached out to her surroundings. The
electrical wiring supplying electricity to the house would supply more than
enough electricity to subdue --
“Heh? What?” she stammered. There was no electricity. She felt nothing. She couldn’t even feel the power lines
running alongside the main road.
“Impossible.”
“What’s impossible?” Sinister Santa sneered. “You mean it is impossible to render you
Powerless? Uh, wrong!”
“But…how….I mean, I haven’t been drugged,” she said,
suddenly looking around with alarm at all the men. She swallowed hard and tried to touch
electricity again. Nothing. “Oh my God!
You’ve stripped away my Power.”
“We’re about to strip away a lot more than that, Blondie,”
an elf said, chuckling darkly.
Justice Girl took a deep breath and let it out slowly,
and slipped into a fighting stance. She
was still ten times stronger than the men surrounding her. There were only four of them, after all. The advantage was still hers. Then it occurred to her.
“The stench! It’s
a drug!”
“Wow! You’re the
first to figure it out, Justice Tits,” Santa said. “And yes, a mild drug is being pumped into
the air. We’ve all lived with it so long
it doesn’t affect us anymore. But Super
Heroines are DESTROYED by it.”
“Monsters!” she snarled.
“Evil, vile men. You disgust me.”
“Oh, it’ll get worse, and considerably more disgusting,
before it gets better, Sweet Tits,” Santa said, an evil glint in his eyes. “I’m about to show you why I’m truly called
Sinister Santa.”
With that, they all attacked at once.
She seized Sinister Santa’s wrist, darted left while
jerking him with all of her super human strength. His feet flew off the floor and he was hurled
straight into two of her attackers.
Justice Girl then lunged at the remaining elf, and grabbed his left
ankle. A second later she pulled that
legs straight up and flipped him, head over heels. She kicked him in the head even before he
landed on the floor.
The burly elf was left sprawled unconscious at her red
booted feet.
Sinister Santa and the other two elves rose slowly to
their feet, eyeing her warily. They
looked wary and confused. Apparently the
other Super Heroines hadn’t put up as much fight.
Life was full of surprises, and few were ever pleasant.
Justice Girl smiled triumphantly as she slowly turned on
the remaining criminals. Santa swallowed
hard, turned and ran out the door.
“Keep her busy until I get back!”
“I don’t think so,” Justice Girl snarled.
One of the elves shoved the Christmas Tree at her. She dodged left, and tripped over a toy from
their latest job. They laughed and leapt
at her. One kicked her in the ribs, and
the other kicked her between the eyes.
Her mask protected her face. It
was built to withstand a beating.
Justice Girl cried out angrily, and let a vicious kick
fly, knocking both of their feet away.
Seconds later, a punch to the face and a kick to the temple left both
elves unconscious on the floor. She
didn’t hesitate, but was on her feet and out the door, chasing after Sinister
Santa.
“Sinister Santa!
You can’t escape me!” she cried, spotting him slipping into a side door
on the large riding barn. She grinned
victoriously. “Got him!”
She found the door locked, but that only provided a
moment’s respite for Sinister Santa.
Justice Girl ripped the door off its hinges and tossed it across the
farmyard. Then she rushed inside. Sinister Santa stood in the middle of the
vast barn gawking at her open mouthed.
“Ha! Thought you’d
catch me, did you?” she said, grinning at his look of utter shock. She strode purposely toward him. Intent.
Victorious. Ready to beat him
senseless, and teach him respect for superior women. “This is the agony of defeat and the thrill
of victory part of the game, Sinister Santa.”
“I agree,” he said.
“Victory is quite thrilling.”
Justice Girl stopped just three steps shy of Sinister
Santa. Her mental alarms were going off
again. Then he made a sweeping motion
with his hand, to encompass the entire building. For the first time, Justice Girl took note of
her surroundings.
“Oh!” she cried, seeing her best friend Barbi Bangs,
known as Zephyr, off to one side. “What
have you done to her?”
Zephyr’s sky blue costume was gone, save her white knee
boots with the laces up the front and her white choker, with the silver
Sisterhood ankh hanging off it. Even her
mask was gone. And worse, she was
wearing some strange leather harness crisscrossing her young, shapely body. A silver bell hung from each pierced nipple,
as well as from her pierced labia. A
“bridle” of sorts was strapped to her head, with large silver rings pressed
against each cheek and a sky blue plume bouncing above. And a thick, rod-like “bit” cut across and
filled her mouth from the rings on either side of her face.
“Zephyr?” Sinister Santa said. “Oh, you mean Pony Girl Zephyr! The Action News Weather bunny Barbi Bangs,
a.k.a. Zephyr! Why, my dear, she has
preceded you as a cherished member of my new team of pony girls.” He smiled wickedly, “Or as I like to call
them during the Christmas season, my Amazon Reingirls!”
“How dare you!” Justice Girl cried, horrified. She took a step toward her beloved friend and
fellow Super Heroine, then noticed another friend. “Ms Crusader?
Oh my God, not you too!”
Ms Crusader stood near the south end of the barn, bent
over at the waist. The captured Super
Heroine was bound cruelly to a bondage device, holding her in place while
another of Santa’s elves reamed out her asshole with his overlarge cock. She wore a harness, bridle and bit like
Zephyr, with a bright yellow plume and black thigh boots. Her choker also bore a silver Sisterhood
ankh, and her nipples and pussy all sported little silver bells as well. The silver bells tinkled sweetly every time
the elf thrust deep into her ass.
Strangely, Ms Crusader seemed to be enjoying the
encounter, making weird horselike noises with a beatific look on her lovely
face. She stamped her stiletto heeled
foot like a horse, and then whinnied wantonly.
Then another movement caught Justice Girl’s attention again.
To Ms Crusader’s right was the rogue Super Heroine,
Vixen. The gorgeous redhead was also
unmasked, and wore the harness, bridle and bells. Her plume was black, as were her lace up calf
boots.
Flabbergasted, Justice Girl turned slowly in a circling,
finding missing Super Heroines all around her.
Next was blonde, titanic titted Titianna, that friend and foe alike
called Titty-anna, one of the most storied and honored Super Heroines of their
generation, in full ponygirl regalia.
She was on all fours, wearing a lavender plume and boots. And next she spotted the twins, Lady Grace
and Night Angel. The lovely Latinas were
unmasked, and dressed like the others.
Out of costume and unmasked, it was painfully obvious they were twins.
All the captured Super Heroines were tended by at least
one, and in some cases four elves. She
estimated there were some twelve to fifteen elves, and none of them seemed
concerned by her arrival. They kept busy
abusing their pitiful prisoners, barely giving her a second thought.
“I don’t understand,” Justice Girl muttered.
“You’re not here to understand, bitch,” Sinister Santa said. “Just to obey.”
She whirled around to find Sinister Santa next to
her. He smiled, and punched her in the
belly. Caught by surprise, she didn’t
have time to tighten her stomach muscles to take a painful blow and was forced
to backpedal. But the rotund criminal
followed closely, then kicked her feet out from under her. Justice Girl hit the ground hard and tried to
roll away.
Sinister Santa was too fast. He stomped down on her belly, doubling her
up.
“Bastard,” she growled.
“I’ll rip off your stupid beard for that.”
“Not likely, Justice Twit,” he said, and pulled out a
dart gun. “Say good-bye to freedom and
hello to an exciting new pony girl lifestyle.”
“No!” she cried, terror stricken.
Justice Girl lashed out with her foot. She caught the dart gun just as he pulled the
trigger, and the dart shot into the ground beside her. He cursed and retreated, fumbling for another
dart. The sexy Super Heroine kicked
straight up and was pulled up and to her feet by the power of that kick. Then she rushed Sinister Santa.
“You’ll be pulling down hard time before I pull your
sleigh, Sinister Santa!”
“Help!”
“No help for the wicked, Sorry Santa,” she taunted. “I’m delivering you to the pokey for
Christmas.”
The elves realized it wasn’t going as planned. They abandoned their helpless charges and
rushed en masse to help their inglorious leader. Justice Girl smiled, knowing there was no
saving him. No saving any one of
them. She might not have control of her
Power, but she still possessed super human strength and endurance.
They were doomed.
Zephyr whinnied pitifully. Justice Girl glanced worriedly at her
friend. She wasn’t gagged, she should be
able to speak around the bit, if not a bit slurred. Why wasn’t she speaking? Why was she still making those horse
sounds? Then Zephyr stamped her booted
feet angrily and took a quick few steps her way. She looked furious.
“Help!” Santa cried as he stumbled.
A second later, Justice Girl stood over him in
triumph. Zephyr whinnied.
“It ends here and now,” Justice Girl said, blue eyes
blazing down at the frightened master thief.
“I’m going to -- Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!”
Out of the blue, a band of invisible air encircled
Justice Girl’s tiny waist and lifted her off the ground, at the same time it squeezed
her painfully. In seconds she was
panting, struggling to breathe. A glance
at Zephyr showed it was her best friend coming to Sinister Santa’s rescue.
“Zeph-Oohhhh.
Please, mercy,” she begged. “I’m
your best friend!”
“Not anymore, Justice Twit!” Sinister Santa crowed
joyfully. “I’m her master and owner.”
Justice Girl was utterly helpless. She could barely breathe, and held three feet
off the ground she had nothing to grab or stand on to give her leverage. All she could do was pant and clutch at thin
air pitifully. Then when Sinister Santa
stood up and move closer to her, and she tried to kick him, Zephyr used her
Power to seize both ankles and spread her feet painfully apart, leaving her in
a near split in midair.
Chuckling, Sinister Santa walked up close to Justice Girl
and caressed her twat through the thin fabric of her costume. Justice Girl turned her face aside, squeezing
her eyes shut. It was just too
humiliating to comprehend. Captured, and
now about to be molested by Santa! When
he tried to tug her bottoms aside, to expose her pubic mount, the helpless
Heroine clutched at her bikini bottoms and held them tightly in place.
“No!”
“Zephyr, my pretty pet, her hands are annoying me. Be a good little pet girl and pull them
away,” Sinister Santa said, smirking up into Justice Girl’s horrified
face. Instantly, she felt bands of
hardened air form around her wrists and pull her hands away. She whimpered, not strong enough to fight
Zephyr’s Power, and was forced to release the bottoms. “Good girl.
Zephyr’s my good little pet.”
“Zephyr! What are
you doing?” Justice Girl said beseechingly.
“I’m your friend. Your best
friend.”
] “Legs down,” Santa said, and Justice Girl’s legs snapped
down. He promptly pulled her bottoms
down her long, shapely legs and off.
“Legs up.”
Justice Girl’s mile long legs were pulled back up and to
the side in that same split. A split
that exposed her slit in a way she’d ever experienced before. She’d never felt so vulnerable, so
helpless. So violated.
“It’s always a pleasure to find a natural blonde,”
Sinister Santa said, and laughed along with the other men gathering around
them.
Sinister Santa leaned in and sniffed her pussy, golden
pubic hairs shiny with moisture. She
swallowed hard, afraid to look down at what he was doing. It didn’t matter, for she quickly learned the
hard way. She felt his fingers begin
their first tentative explorations, probing the hot, sensitive labia. Her pussy lips quivered as she groaned at his
touch. He stroked them tenderly, then
more firmly. She gasped and tried to
twist her hips, her body, anything to escape his terrible touch, but Zephyr
held her firmly in place.
“Ooooooo,” she groaned as his finger slipped between her
pussy lips, sliding up the length of her cunt to stop at her tingling
clitoris. “Aaahhhhhhhhh. Please, don’t.”
But he didn’t stop. He pressed firmer, massaged her clit
more urgently. She gasped and squirmed,
but couldn’t stop him. Humiliation
burned her face, neck and upper chest.
Justice Girl could barely breathe.
Barely think. It couldn’t be
happening to her, but… “Ooooooooo!”
“She likes it, Santa,” one of the wickedly grinning elves
said. “None of the others responded so
well so fast, not even Vixen.”
“I know,” he said, fascinated. “She must’ve been eaten up with desire and
animal hunger for years.”
“PIGS!” she cried.
“Don’t touch me!
Aaaiiiieeeeeeeee! God, have
mercy!”
“No mercy, Justice Cunt,” he said. “You belong to me now.” He stepped back and dropped his red Santa
pants. Then looked at Zephyr with a big,
shit-eating grin. “Make her spin slowly,
my pet.”
Justice Girl started to turn slowly before the evil men. She slowly picked up speed until Santa gave a
signal, then he crawled under her and lay on his back beneath her. His gigantic cock stood at attention directly
below her pussy. Then he had Zephyr
start to lower her as she spun in midair.
“This is soooo sick!
Perverts!”
“Easy goes it, my pet,” Santa said, eyes bright as
Justice Girl descended to his cock, twat first.
Zephyr used her Power to ease Justice Girl, still spinning like a
ceiling fan, onto Santa’s cock. Impaling
her. “Oh, yeah. That’s it, my pet. Slowly.
Slowly, all the way down, then slowly back up.”
“Over and over again,” an elf said.
“Nooooooooooo,” she moaned miserably as his cock “spun”
up into her, deeper and deeper. Worse,
her sopping pussy was READY for him. She
couldn’t believe she wasn’t dry as a desert.
Instead, she was aroused and ready.
At least her body, anyway. “Zephyr….Oooo…Please, fight…..fight them,”
Justice Girl gasped. “You…..Ahhh,
you….you have….have to….Ohhh, uhhhh…oh, please!”
“Ho ho ho! Boys,
this is SCREWING at its best!” Sinister Santa crowed.
Zephyr just whinnied, stamping her booted foot as she
watched her master enjoying his victory.
Justice Girl saw lust, hunger, in Zephyr’s eyes. And adoration. She knew her friend was lost, gone. Sinister Santa’s plaything and obedient pet
in all ways.
“Oh, shit,” she groaned.
“You’ve got to….uh….stop. I can’t
take it. It’s too much.”
His cock was ripping her apart. Not literally, but emotionally. Sexually.
Her whole body was infused with heat.
Erotic, frightening heat. And
that damnable tingling that always preceded the ultimate pleasure.
“Ah, shut up,” an elf said. “Some ‘superior’ woman you’re turning out to
be. You’re whining almost as much as
Lady Grace.”
The elves all laughed, clapping each other on the back
and continued to watch with gleeful eyes.
It sickened her, and the tingling increased dramatically. The heat deep in her pussy deepened as well,
frightening her.
<I can’t cum!> she thought dismally. <It’ll just make them think they won, and
that I like it.>
“Monsters! Perverts!”
Suddenly, Justice Girl felt herself pulled up fast and Santa’s
cock popped out of her. Relief and joy
filled her heart and soul. Zephyr had
come to her senses. Together, they would
lay waste to Sinister Santa and his evil minions. But then she felt herself drop, and Santa’s
massive cock ‘squeeshed” deep into her aching vagina.
“Aaaiiieeee!
Oooooooooo.”
Zephyr used her Power to seize the zipper at her back,
and “ZZZZIIIIPPPP!” the white leather bustier came loose and flew across the
room. She felt her heavy tits jouncing,
suddenly freed from the bustier’s support and cover. Cool air touched her hot, sweaty skin.
“Aaaiiieeee!” she cried.
She was jerked up and down Santa’s cock quickly for a couple of minutes,
then started to spin again. “Oooooooo.”
Suddenly, the tingling heat turned into something
frightening. Something terrible. Terribly erotic and pleasant, while
horrifying her at the same time. To give
a stinking criminal pleasure, much less sexual pleasure was beyond
comprehension. But spinning up and down
his cock was more than she could handle.
“I…can’t….take….it….any…MORE!” she cried. She felt Santa loose his wad deep inside her,
sending her over the edge of no return.
“Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!”
It was the most mind numbing orgasm she’d ever felt. It ripped through her, vagina to tits, and
out her throat in a long scream. Then
she took a deep breath and screamed again.
And again. Five times in all.
“Move her to the preparation area, Zephyr,” Sinister
Santa said, a satisfied smile on his face now.
Zephyr pulled Justice Girl off Santa’s cock. She felt his cum cooling on her twat,
dripping from it as she slowly moved across the barn, Zephyr following and the
others following her. Justice Girl was
taken to a sort of rack (really just a tall rectangular frame of steel) and
forced into a spread-eagle position within.
Elves jumped forward eagerly, and in seconds steel cuffs were snapped
onto her wrists and ankles, suspending her painfully within the steel
preparation rack.
“What? What’s
happening? What are you doing?” Justice
Girl asked. She tugged at the shackles,
but there was no give. Even her super
human strength couldn’t break them.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Ho! Ho! Ho!” Santa said.
“Isn’t it obvious, my pet to be?
We’re going to prepare you for training.”
“Training? What
training?”
“Why ponygirl training, Justice Dummy,” he said. “Ho! Ho! Ho!”
“Oh!”
“Yeah, after we’re through with you, your new Super
Heroine name will be Pony Girl,” another elf said. “Or
Justice Pony.”
“Or how about Pony Justice?” offered another elf.
Someone removed the golden belt from around her tiny
waist. Then Santa picked up a can of
shaving cream and shook it. A moment
later, he started spreading in over and deep into her pubic mound. Justice Girl could only watch in disbelief as
he picked up a straight razor and begin to scrap away her curly blonde pubic
hairs.
“How many indignities must I endure?”
Zephyr began rubbing her thighs together, indicating her
desperate need to her master. The
display sickened Justice Girl. What did
they do to her? What kind of training
did she go through? Brainwashing? Or did they break her through sexual abuse?
Or both?
While Santa slowly shaved her pussy, she saw an elf go
collect a new contraption. It had 2
electric motors, and two overlarge dildos aiming straight up. She knew that wasn’t good.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” Sinister Santa said as
the device was positioned beneath her, and between her wide spread legs. “This is my Ponygirl Tamer. By tomorrow morning you’ll be quiet
pliable. Ho ho ho!”
KY Jelly was spread over her twat and asshole, and then
the Ponygirl Tamer was turned on. She flinched
at the “chugging” noise, knowing what it meant for her. The lubricating jelly on her twat and
sphincter was growing colder as the seconds ticked by, stimulating her already
energized libido. The anticipation,
though it contained dread, was almost as sexually exhilarating as
foreplay. Justice Girl groaned low in
her throat, struggling weakly in her chains, as she felt heat infuse her cunt
and asshole in anticipation.
“You won’t get away with this, Sinister Santa,” she said
as the dildo touched her aching pussy.
Hydraulics pushed irresistibly up and up, quickly penetrating her pussy
lips and entering her vagina. Distracted
by this new violation, she didn’t notice the next one start. Before she realized what was happening, the
second dildo pressed up against, then penetrated her asshole. “Oooooooo.”
“Oh, yeah, she likes that, Sinister Santa,” an elf said.
“Ho ho ho! Don’t
they all, my Evil Elves?” Sinister Santa said.
“Look at the other reingirls.
They are all watching with looks of longing and hunger.”
“So true,” the elf said, and laughed. They all laughed. “I guess we better get back to their
training.”
The elves dispersed, with just Sinister Santa and Zephyr
remaining to watch Justice Girl being reamed out by his sinister Ponygirl
Tamer. Justice Girl couldn’t bear to see
the look of lust and triumph on Sinister Santa’s face, so closed her eyes and
tried to fight the feelings welling up deep in her treacherous belly. The heat building in her belly ramped up
quickly, having already been forced into erotic pleasure by Sinister Santa’s
vile sexual use of her beautiful body.
Soon, she was panting and her head rolled back.
It took all of her will power and strength to hold off
the threatening climax. Justice Girl
knew that if she was forced to climax over and over, as they wanted, then she’d
be defeated in all ways, and end up like Zephyr -- A simpering, obedient,
sex-starved ponygirl.
Lost in her own private world of fear and crumbling
defiance, she lost track of her evil warden.
But Sinister Santa wasn’t finished with her yet. Unbeknownst to Justice Girl, he set a step closer
so that his face was level with her bouncing 38DD. Her bright blue eyes popped open when he laid
hands on those beautiful, white globular tits.
“Oh! What are you
doing?”
“Sampling my newest pet’s many charms,” he said.
He pinched both of her hypersensitive pink nipples. She jumped and jerked, eyes wide. She couldn’t believe how erotic that
felt. How wonderful if felt. It stoked the fire in her belly some
more. Justice Girl felt her self-control
slipping away. Then she felt him suck
one of her nipples into his hot mouth.
“Ohhhhhh,” she groaned.
“You are sooo bad. So evil.”
“Thank you,” he said.
“But I prefer sinister.”
He kneaded and squeezed, sucked and nibbled. Justice Girl’s body went rigid as she gasped
and groaned, panted and swallowed. She
felt her body changing. Her tits were
growing tauter, larger. He had her
nipples hard as rocks and burning with erotic pleasure.
And all the while that insidious Ponygirl Tamer was
reaming out her cunt and ass. As the
pussy dildo pushed in, the asshole dildo pulled out. The motion, the sensation, they created was
maddening.
<How am I expected to fight this?> she thought
dismally. Then, “Oh God, I…..I…I can’t
stop…..stop it!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
It was the most powerful, most soul numbing climax she’d
ever experienced. It washed away all
inhibitions, all will-power. It washed
away the last of her ability to fight them.
Justice Girl was left grinding her twat and ass into the
violating dildos, and thrusting out her tits for Sinister Santa to devour. And as the orgasms started her last march
into ponygirl servitude, her eyes closed and her head rolled back.
“Justice Girl is tamed,” Sinister Santa said. “Ho ho ho!”
#
# #
The next morning, Sinister Santa arrived bright and early
to check on his newest acquisition.
Justice Girl looked down at him through tousled golden blonde hair and
hooded eyes. She was utterly
exhausted. Utterly defeated. But the insidious Ponygirl Tamer wouldn’t
allow her to rest, much less sleep.
He watched as her sweet lips parted and her eyes closed,
as another climax claimed her body.
Santa enjoyed the way her rock hard belly quivered with orgasm.
“How do you feel this morning, my pet?”
“P-Please,” she gasped hoarsely. “I’ll do anything. Mercy.”
“Ho ho ho, much better,” he said. He glanced to his right as Ms Crusader pulled
a wheeled cart over. She was acting
just like a pony. No one was controlling
her. She came at Sinister Santa’s
signal, like a well-trained dog. And
like a dog begging for foot, she held her hands out before herself like she was
ready to beg for table scraps.
Justice Girl was sickened by the sight.
“Now what?” Justice Girl croaked out.
She didn’t really want to know. But her curiosity was almost as overwhelming
as the Ponygirl Tamer. So she watched
raptly as Sinister Santa paused to fondle Ms Crusader’s luscious body, bouncing
her overlarge tits by gently slapping them on the bottom, and making the silver
bells hanging from her pierce nipples tinkle sweetly.
“Time to get your bells, my pet,” Sinister Santa said,
grinning.
He moved to the cart trailing his ponygirl Super Heroine,
and opened the top lid. Inside, she
spotted medical instruments. And other,
more insidious, tools. He picked up a
foot long silver needle and grinned wickedly at her.
Justice Girl swallowed hard.
Stepping up close, he pulled out her left nipple with his
left hand. Then with his right, Sinister
Santa pushed the sharp needle through the tender nipple.
“Yyyyeeeoooooowwwwwwwwww!”
“Ho ho ho! How I
LOVE piercing day,” Sinister Santa crowed.
He pushed the needle all the way through, and continued
until the point reached her right nipple.
Then he repeated the process and she was left with the long needle
penetrated through both nipples at once.
Sinister Santa then spent ages playing with the needle,
and her tits, forcing her to climax five more times. Then he pulled the needle out, applied
alcohol and inserted the pins from which the silver bells dangled. And that act required him to play with her
tits another five minutes, bouncing her tits and making the bells tinkle
delightfully.
With that done, and Justice Girl burning in shame and
defeat, he picked up a shorter needle.
This time, he pinched the flap of skin hooding her clitoris. Her eyes went wide in disbelief, and she
screamed when the needle pierced that most sensitive of all spots. Shortly thereafter, Justice Girl had the
three silver bells that all of Sinister Santa’s ponygirls possessed.
“You will so pay dearly for that,” she gasped out, and
then her body was consumed by another mind-blowing climax.
“I never PAY, my pet.
I TAKE what I want,” Sinister Santa said. “Now to put PAID to this deal, and seal your
fate as my ponygirl forever and ever.”
“What? What are
you going to do?” she stammered.
“I’m going to find out who hides behind that mask,” he
said. He lifted a small black
device. She’d never seen anything like
it before. “This is another of my
inventions, a Super Heroine Mask Buster.”
Justice Girl cried out and started whipping her head back
and forth, trying to keep him from unmasking her. That was the Coup de Grace for any Super
Heroine. Once they know your true
identity, then they OWN you. If Sinister
Santa unmasked her, then even if she escaped and captured him, he could tell
her secret and her legions of enemies would descend upon her post haste. Her only choice would be obey or die.
“Please! I’ll do
anything! ANYTHING!” she cried. “I’ll be your girlfriend, your whore, your
sex toy! Anything you ask, I’ll do! Just don’t remove my mask.”
“Oh, my pet, you will be all that and more, AND I will
remove your mask,” Sinister Santa said.
“I want absolute control over you.
When all is said and done, you will be my utter slave in every way
conceivable. You, the FORMER Justice
Girl, will be my beautiful PONYGIRL!”
Justice Girl was frozen in place, gawking incredulously
at him.
He pressed the black device upon her red mask, between
her brows before she recovered. Then he
pressed a button.
“Nooooooo!” she cried, seeing and feeling her mask start
to go haywire. He was overloading the
mask’s circuitry. “Stop it! I beg you, STOP!”
Justice Girl heard a heart stopping “POP” and felt the
mask release her face. It was done. First, he de-Powered her, and now he de-powered
her mask, short circuited it in fact.
Only the pressure he was applying to the Mask Buster was keeping the
mask in place. The shit eating grin
plastered across his white bearded face showed he knew there was nothing left
but the unveiling.
“You still have the chance to make it all right,” she
begged. “Don’t let the mask come off my
face. I’ll reward you handsomely. I promise.
I’m a millionaire. I’ll make you
rich.”
“Intriguing thought, but instead I think I make you
MINE,” he said, and pulled away the mask.
Justice Girl gasped, her face revealed. He stared at her hard a long moment. She could tell he recognized her face, but
hadn’t put a name to it yet. She was a
rather famous writer, and was frequently in the Society Pages of the local paper. Nicole Boudreaux was known for her generous
heart and purse when charitable events took place.
“You’re that writer, aren’t you?” he said. “The one on all the talk shows and in the
papers.”
“Yes,” she whispered, eyes downcast in defeat.
“What is it again?
Nicole De-something?”
She swallowed hard, thinking furiously. There had to be a way out. But she couldn’t see it. He almost had it, and it wouldn’t take him long
to learn her real name. What was the use
in fighting him any longer? And that terrible
Ponygirl Tamer was still ravaging her will power, and ability to reason.
Justice Girl surrendered to the inevitable and slumped in
her chains.
“Nicole Boudreaux.”
“Say, ‘Nicole Boudreaux, master.’”
“I’m Nicole Boudreaux, m-master.”
# # #
Over the next two weeks Justice Girl was taught to be
Sinister Santa’s ponygirl / reingirl.
Night and day, they drilled into her mind and psyche that she was a
lowly animal, a ponygirl, barely worthy of their attention, much less their
love and affection. Good behavior was
rewarded. Bad behavior severely
punished.
Once Justice Girl was “indoctrinated” into the ponygirl
world, and completely accepted her place in it, they began the actual
training. They taught her how to walk
and deport herself like a proper ponygirl.
Sinister Santa started each day by fucking her stupid,
then as many as ten elves would have their way with her each day. Never less than five in a single day. But sex was only one aspect of her intense training. Mostly, she was taught to be her master’s
ponygirl. And they accepted nothing less
than perfection from their super Powered ponygirls.
“Higher!” an elf called.
He cracked his whip near her shapely rump. She wore full ponygirl regalia, including a
ponytail butt-plug that matched her golden blonde hair, which was pulled back
in a pretty, bouncy ponytail. “Step
higher, Justice Pony!”
The evil elf was standing in one spot, holding the long
“reins” coming from Justice Girl’s bridle and bit. She was prancing around him in a large circle,
hands held behind her back, silver bells in nipples and twat jingling merrily,
while he taught her precisely how to step when walking, running and everything
in between. She was amazed on how many
different gaits were expected of her and the other ponygirls -- like trot,
pace, canter, gallop. She had to do them
all perfectly, or be punished.
“Good girl, Justice Pony,” the elf, called Al. Al Bates was a former Tennessee Walking Horse
trainer, who turned into a ponygirl trainer.
“You deserve a reward, Sweetie.”
He tugged on her reins, turning her in towards him. Then he unfastened his belt and jeans, and
pushed the jeans down around his ankles.
“Come and get it, Justice Pony.”
Justice Girl whinnied happily, her mouth already watering
in anticipation. He was so good to
her! Maybe, if she was REAL good at
head, he’d fuck her long and hard. But
he was very demanding with his blow jobs.
She would have to try extra hard if she wanted to get fucked.
Justice Girl pranced up to him, making sure she bounced
her tits so the bells would ring, while throwing her waist length golden mane
around and making neighing and whinnying sounds. In that way he especially liked. She saw the lust spread across his tan face. And watched in delight as his large cock
swelled and rose up enticingly.
She had to stop before him so he could remove the thick
rod that was her bit. After pausing to
stretch her mouth muscles, she dropped to her knees in a tinkling of silver
bells.
“You have permission to use your hands, Justice Pony.”
Justice Girl smiled up at him. That would make it so much easier to please
Al. He was her favorite, save Sinister
Santa, and the one that seemed the most pleased with her. They never had a training session together
that didn’t end with sex.
She neighed deeply, lustfully, as her perfectly manicured
fingers wrapped around Al’s engorged cock.
He watched as her shimmering red lips parted ever so slightly, then
pressed against the head of his dick, then sucked it inside. She took half his cock in at once. As she began to suck his cock in earnest,
Justice Girl heard the jingling of another ponygirl approaching.
“Hello, Vixen Pony,” Al said. “Would you like to join us?”
Vixen neighed enthusiastically, stamping her stiletto
heeled foot while shaking her head YES.
Justice Girl groaned, not liking to share her masters with other
ponygirls. Vixen Pony and Crusader Pony
were always nosing in on other ponygirls’ action. But if Master Al wanted two ponygirls at
once, then Justice Girl was going to make it HOT.
Just the way Santa and his elves liked it.
Al removed Vixen’s bit, and the gorgeous redhead knelt
beside Justice Girl and started sucking on his hairy balls. Together, they gave him mind blowing oral sex,
but backed off when he drew too close to shooting his wad. Neither woman wanted him to cum too fast, and
when he did cum, they both wanted him to cum in her. Ponygirl competition was one of the benefits
of having a whole team of girls, not just one ponygirl.
Justice Girl stopped sucking and buried her hand deep
within Vixen’s magnificent red mane. And
jerked her head back painfully. The
beautiful former Super Heroine gasped, eyes wide and mouth in a sensual
‘O.” So Justice Girl kissed her deeply,
her tongue darting in deep and toying with Vixen’s hot, pink tongue.
“Mmmmmm,” they both groaned as they both savored the
greasy feeling, lipstick kiss.
Within seconds, they were pawning each other desperately,
hungrily. Al watched with bright eyes as
they fondled each other, kissed and nibbled on nipples and tits, and then
quickly moved into a 69 position.
Justice Girl ended up on top.
Vixen went straight for her clit, sucking it in and flicking it with her
talented tongue.
“Hhmmmmm,” Justice Girl said.
For her part, Justice Girl savored the hot juices
glistening on her fellow ponygirl’s pussy lips.
She took her time licking the juices off, feeling Vixen squirm beneath
her. Then, when she figured the shapely
Amazon was ready, she parted her nether lips with her tongued and licked up the
length of Vixen’s slit. SLURP! The beautiful Amazon shuddered beneath her,
gasped and then started sucking on Justice Girl’s clit with renewed vigor.
“Ooooooooo,” she purred.
Justice Girl inserted a red-nailed finger deep into
Vixen’s vagina, at the same time she started massaging the beautiful redhead’s
engorged clit. Vixen gasped and bucked
slightly before settling down. That just
encouraged Justice Girl, who increased the pace of her finger fucking even as
she sucked and licked the clit more enthusiastically. Seconds later, Vixen wiggled out Justice
Girl’s butt-plug with the golden blonde tail attached, and her finger slipped
deep into Justice Girl asshole.
After several minutes, Justice Girl felt the tingling in
her belly starting to change. Then she
was startled, and thrilled, to feel Master Al move up behind her. But instead of mounting her pussy, he pressed
his cock against her now loose sphincter.
She shifted her hips, giving him better access and relaxed her sphincter
as much as possible. At the same time,
Vixen dug in long, delicate fingers, with long red nails, into Justice Girl’s
rump and pulled her shapely cheeks apart for their master and trainer.
Al groaned low as he pushed into Justice Girl’s asshole. Justice Girl groaned too, but didn’t miss a
beat on Vixen’s clit. The sexy Amazon
was almost ready to climax, and Justice Girl wanted to force the orgasm before
she lost control and climaxed herself.
But it would be close.
Soon Al was hammering Justice Girl’s sphincter with wild
abandon. Every time he thrust into her,
her silver bells jingled. Vixen’s activities
on her clit were causing that bell to tinkle as well. Before long, they were making quiet the
noise. Enough to get everyone’s attention.
Al reached around her body and squeezed her tits, then
pinched the pierced nipples. Justice
Girl bucked and tossed her golden ponytail, then applied herself to Vixen’s
quivering twat. Seconds later, Vixen
lost her battle to prolong the experience, and her body shook in a powerful
climax.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!” Vixen cried, then
gasped and groaned.
Then the redheaded ponygirl applied herself to bringing
Justice Girl to climax. And it didn’t
take long. Justice Girl’s body was quivering
with passion, pleasure and need as Master Al and Ponygirl Vixen stimulated her
body so wonderfully. Then she felt Al’s
cock stiffen some more, and his thrusts became more urgent. Knowing he was about to come was too much.
Justice Girl’s climax exploded. Then Al seized her bouncing blonde ponytail
and jerked her head back, and screamed as he came deep inside her asshole. All the while, Vixen never stopped sucking
and licking Justice Girl’s hypersensitive clit.
And thus brought Justice Girl to another orgasm. And another as Al pulled out and wiped his
sticky cock on her well-rounded butt.
Then it was back to training. Christmas was coming up soon, and they all
had to be ready for Sinister Santa’s big night.
#
# #
Christmas Eve.
Justice Girl stood atop a small hardwood platform,
looking at herself in the tall dressing mirrors. The three mirrors gave her an excellent view
of her scantily clad, shapely body. In
all modesty, she had to admit she was the most beautiful of Santa’s
reingirls. The others were so jealous.
She still wore her red thigh boots with the five inch
stilettos. Her Justice Girl choker and
Sisterhood ankh adorned her slender neck.
Otherwise, she was completely stripped of her Super Heroine
costume. Like the others, she wore a
shiny new black and red leather harness that accentuating her spectacular tits,
tiny waist and well rounded hips. The harness
was no longer the training harness that crisscrossed her body. Now it was a “utility” harness, designed to
hook up to Sinister Santa’s sleigh. A
wide leather strap encircled her narrow waist, with silver fasteners at each
side to connect her to the sleigh. Above
that was a black leather under-cup bra of sorts, that supported her massive tits
without covering them. A leather collar
encircled her neck below the choker, from which three red leather straps
dropped down to the under-cup bra -- one straight down the middle, between her
tits, and ending by buckling to the waist belt; and two others that on the
outside of her tits, helping to support their considerable weight. Around her wrists were red leather cuffs with
tiny silver bells, and around her booted ankles were another set of black cuffs
with silver bells. The bridle was new as
well -- black leather, with a red bit and a peaked leather plume holder across
her forehead. Her plume was bright red,
as was the ponytail attached to her butt-plug.
The sleigh was in the center of the riding barn. The elves were attaching the reingirls under
Sinister Santa’s directions. The twins
-- Night Angel and Lady Grace -- went on first, closest to the sleigh. Then came Titianna, and Ms Crusader in front
of her. Next was Vixen, followed by
Zephyr. And finally, the leader, Justice
Girl.
Justice Girl was so thrilled to be chosen at lead
reingirl. The competition was fierce,
but she won by being Sinister Santa’s best, most beautiful, most obedient and
talented ponygirl. It was doubly
satisfying, since all the other girls had more training time than she did,
especially Zephyr, Vixen and Lady Grace -- all captured in late September and
early October.
Of course, considering her Power, Justice Girl needed to
be in the lead so they could use the special non conducing gear. So she wouldn’t electrocute all the other
ponygirls, the elves and Sinister Santa when she Powered up her lightning ball
to fly.
“It’s almost dark, my lovely pets,” Sinister Santa
said. “It’s time to fly, and make this
the most memorable Christmas in
The reingirls whinnied and neighed, stamping their booted
feet and tossing their heads. Bells
jingled and plumes bobbed.
Sinister Santa climbed into the sleigh, followed by some
of his elves. They settled down and he
picked up his riding whip. He snapped it
over their heads.
“On Justice Pony!
On Zephyr Pony and Titty-anna Pony!
Onward Grace Pony and Night Pony!
Let’s go Vixen Pony and Crusader Pony!” he cried. “It’s Jingle Bells time!”
Their knees all came up as one. First the left leg, then the right, in
perfect time. The jingling bells rang a
merry tune as they pranced in place.
They pranced in place until he snapped the whip a second time, their
signal to move forward.
Justice Girl leaned forward, taking the weight of the
sleigh on the belt-like harness around her waist. At first she felt resistance, but then the
sleigh started to move. Soon, the
reingirls had Santa’s sleigh moving at a brisk pace. They pulled the sleigh out the barn doors,
then he snapped the whip again.
“Take flight, my lovely pets!”
They leapt into the air and took off at incredible
speed. Santa and his elves “wahooed”
merrily from the sleigh. The reingirls
pulled the sleigh over the coastal range and back down to
Suddenly, Santa and the elves began singing.
Jingle Bells,
Super Heroine Hell,
Santa’s got you on his sleigh!
Oh what fun it is to have a super heroine pull your
sleigh!
They continued to sing their corrupted version of that
Christmas classic, as the brainwashed and ponygirl trained Super Heroines
pulled the sleigh straight to downtown
That night, Sinister Santa went from mansion to mansion,
looting the rich and famous. His super
Powered team of reingirls could go anywhere, blast through any defense and
carry him away to safety long before police and other security forces could
arrive. It proved a very profitable
night for Sinister Santa and his evil elves.
“Merry Fucking Christmas!” Sinister Santa called. “And a Happy New Year for me and my pets!”
THE END