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JUSTICE GIRL: WHEN THE TIDE TURNS

Chapters 16 through 20

By Dark One

Chapter 16

“Up!”

Justice Girl’s eyes fluttered open. Bright light assaulted her eyes. The room was all white. There was no furniture. The floor was bare concrete.

“Oh, God,” Zephyr groaned miserably. “I so hoped yesterday was a nightmare.”

“Sorry, Super Slut,” Benny the Rock said. “It was all true life. You belong to Synnamon now. You’ve gone from Super Heroine, to super fuck toy.”

“She can’t control wind any more, but she can still give blow jobs, right Benny?” another of Synnamon’s thugs said.

“Ha! Good one, Paulie.”

“You are such pigs,” Justice Girl snarled. “Mark my words, Benny. You will pay for this outrage. You will pay dearly. I will have my vengeance.”

Benny stopped beside her and leered down at Justice Girl. His eyes were so full of depraved lust and glee she shivered and looked away. He laughed.

“You might have your vengeance some day, Justice Girl, but today I will have you,” he said. “Synnamon promised I could violate your virtue first. I will have my vengeance today.”

Paulie said, “She gots balls, hey Benny? We all know she ain’t ever going to have anything but dicks up her ass. After you finish with her today, then I bet she knows it for sure.”

“After we all finish with her, Paulie,” Benny said, leering at her. “She’s off her birth control starting today. Both these super bitches will be knocked up by week’s end, and stripped of their Powers forever.”

“Yeah, amazons are super fertile,” Paulie said with a fierce grin.

A sob of despair escaped Justice Girl’s lips before she could gain control of her emotions. Everything they said was true. Alpha Meta women were extremely fertile, and especially immediately after coming off birth control. Within hours of fertilization of her egg, an Alpha Meta’s Power evaporated never to return. Birth was not required to lose her Power, just simple fertilization.

“If not Zephyr or me, then the Sisterhood will see to it you pay for this crime, this outrage,” Justice Girl said. “But be warned, Zephyr and I will fight you tooth and nail all the way down. The second these ropes come off so you can molest me, I’ll be all over you with vengeance in my heart.”

He snorted derisively.

“Paulie,” he said, motioning to the other thug.

Paulie handed him a small leather case. Benny opened it and removed a syringe. Justice Girl felt her blood go cold and her throat tighten up. He grinned evilly down at her.

“Same drug we used on you yesterday, Jugs,” Benny said. “It’ll make you weak and ensure your super Power stays good and gone.”

“You’ll be too weak to fight us,” Paulie said. “So much for your empty threats.”

“Please don’t,” she begged. “I’ll do anything you ask. I promise.”

“Ha!” Paulie said. “The little bird is singing a different tune already!”

“Funny girl,” Benny said and dropped to one knee beside her. “You’re going to do anything you’re told anyway.”

Justice Girl struggled with all her strength in her tight bonds. She couldn’t even feel the electricity around her. The ropes and chains were so tight she could barely move at all.

“Rest assured, this isn’t the only time today I’ll penetrate your tight round ass,” Benny said, and stuck the needle deep into her left buttocks. “Of course, I’ll enjoy the next penetration a whole lot more.”

Benny next injected Zephyr with another syringe. She didn’t bother to struggle. The deflowered Super Heroine was in a deep funk. Justice Girl saw no hope in Zephyr’s eyes. In truth, Justice Girl saw no way to escape the despicable fate Synnamon had planned for them.

“Time to start the show,” Benny said, unfastening her from the two chains securing her ankles and neck. He just cut off the ropes encircling her body. Her wrists were still handcuffed behind her back. “There are millions of sex crazed men, and some women, waiting to beat off to your ultimate degradation.”

Justice Girl grimaced. She didn’t need that picture in her head. She had a hard enough time suppressing the memories of what she watched them do to poor Zephyr the previous day. There was no hope in her heart that she’d get anything less than double what Zephyr received.

<I deserve everything they do to me, too,> she thought miserably as Benny seized her upper arm and half dragged her out of the tiny room. <I led Zephyr into that trap. I’m totally responsible. Hell, Synnamon is only here to get even with me!>

The studio was just one room down the hallway. Unlike the warehouse studio that they were captured in, and Zephyr was raped live on the Internet in, this studio was air-conditioned. In fact, it was frigid. Justice Girl's nipples quickly grew rock hard.

“Those hard nips for the AC, or are you just excited to finally have a real man between your legs,” Benny said, smirking as he pinched her right nipple. “Bet they taste great. But I’ll find out soon enough, right?”

“You disgust me,” she managed to say through a tight throat.

Synnamon was waiting impatiently for her arrival. The studio was well lit, with all the tools of the sexual humiliation trade laid out and readily to hand. They obviously didn’t want to waste time looking for their kinky sex toys to torment her with. Justice Girl couldn’t even guess what some of the things were for, but knew she’d find out eventually.

“Justice Girl! How exciting,” Synnamon said, grinning fiercely. “I’ve been waiting years for this day. I can’t wait to watch you be defiled by man after man. But first, I’ll have my fun with you.”

“This is wrong, Synnamon. We were friends once. I can help you,” Justice Girl said desperately. “I can get you help. You’re obviously sick. I doubt you’d do any prison time. Let me help you.”

Synnamon laughed. It was a beautiful, joyful laugh. The kind of laugh that warmed the heart and made you feel all was well in the world. But she had a riding crop in one hand and a cruel cast to her dark eyes.

“Poor, deluded Justice Girl. So pure. So beautiful,” Synnamon said. “And so utterly helpless. Don’t you understand? I don’t need your help, for I’m going to help myself. Help myself to a big helping of you.”

“Positions!” someone called. “Cameras ready.”

Benny pulled her top up. Synnamon adjusted Justice Girl’s tits and costume until she looked perfect. A makeup man fixed her face, and then Zephyr’s. She didn’t understand, or care, why they were going to so much trouble. In just a few minutes they would just remove the costume anyway.

Synnamon took Justice Girl from Benny. She guided the helpless heroine to an X taped on the floor. Her mark. Synnamon positioned her just so, for a good camera shot and then turned to the camera herself.

“Good day, my fiendish friends!” Synnamon said, dark eyes asparkle. Justice Girl felt the blood rush from her face. She became dizzy. Synnamon’s next words to the camera, and her international audience, did nothing to help her condition. “It’s finally time to expose and humiliate the most downloaded Super Heroine on the Internet. She was voted the most beautiful Super Heroine the last two years, along with the heroine you’d most like to fuck for the past three years, and she’s number three on the list of heroines you’d most like to see taken down, unmasked and raped into a mind-numbing stupor.”

“What?” Justice Girl said. “Said who? Who would conduct such a poll?”

“Why SuperHeroinesExposed.com conducted this online poll, Justice Girl,” Synnamon said, grinning. “We take exposing and humiliating Super Heroines seriously here, don’t we boys and girls?”

The men and women hustling around keeping the show up and running paused to applaud and catcall a short moment. Most were monitoring a bank of video monitors. She could see herself on display from twenty different angles and distances.

Suddenly, the riding crop went up, and back down. A loud crack sounded as Synnamon laid it across Justice Girl’s upper thighs, just above her thigh boots. Justice Girl gasped. Tears rolled out of her eyes.

“Party time!” Synnamon said. “Now, boys and girls, a quick lesson on Super Heroine vulnerabilities before we get started.”

Justice Girl held her breath as Synnamon turned to her. The Latina beauty’s hand reached around her waist and Justice Girl waited for the pain to hit. But Synnamon had other plans.

“First the costume. Skimpy is the nicest word I can think of, and just as it should be, too,” she said, grinning mischievously. “The ever popular bustier style. Observe.”

It took a second to realize what Synnamon was doing, and then it was too late to stop her. Her delicate fingers found the zipper – and yanked it down.

Justice Girl could only jump back and gasp as her white bustier was pulled off with ease. She felt her tits jounce and settle, and watched them on the monitors since several of the cameras zoomed in on them.

“So easy to strip a Super Heroine topless,” Synnamon said. “That will, of course, totally distract her. A good time to conk her on the head with a bat or just shoot her dead.”

“Oh!”

“Super Tits didn’t like that statement,” she said.

She pulled Justice Girl close with her telekinetic Power. Her hand reached out and stroked her cheek. Then pulled her lower lip down. She saw Synnamon’s lust, dark and consuming. And frightening.

Synnamon took her face in both hands and pulled her into a long, deep kiss. Then, holding the kiss, Synnamon’s hands dropped down to her tits. Justice Girl writhed and moaned as her beautiful captor kissed and molested her.

It only lasted a few minutes, but felt like an eternity to Justice Girl. Then Synnamon’s hot, wet lips stopped sucking on her lips and started kissing their way down her neck. Soon those over-eager lips found her breasts and nipples. Then with one powerful arm around her to hold her tight, Synnamon sucked and nibbled her left nipple while her right hand dropped down even lower.

“Oh!”

“Oh yes.”

“No!”

Synnamon’s gloved hand slipped under Justice Girl’s blue bottoms and caressed her most delicate of intimate spots. She quickly fond the clit, and went to work on it.

“Oh, my God!”

Justice Girl didn’t believe it. She’d been masturbating for years and never managed anything like what Synnamon was doing. The woman was playing her pussy like a fine instrument. In less that a minute Justice Girl felt her body building toward climax. It usually took her five to ten minutes to get this far.

“Aaaiieee!”

“Wow! Did you see that? Justice Girl must be one sexually suppress Super Heroine!” Synnamon crowed gleefully. “Did you see how easily she climaxed? Did you see how explosive it was?”

“Bitch,” Justice Girl gasped. Synnamon’s finger plunged into her pussy. “Oooooo.”

“That good, huh?”

“Fuck you.”

“Such a nasty mouth on Miss Goodie-two-shoes,” Synnamon said with a mock-scandalized voice. “But, I will fuck you, Justice Girl. I will fuck you stupid, then flip you over and fuck you stupid again. We all will. So steel yourself.”

Justice Girl was pushed back a step. She stood, shivering, breasts exposed to the cameras, fighting back the tears. Super Heroines accepted their fates stoically.

“Take off her panties and belt,” Synnamon said.

Benny, now wearing a mask, hurried forward. He stopped behind Justice Girl and removed her belt. Tossing it aside, he wasted no time pulling the blue bottoms of her costume down around her ankles. She was ordered to step out of them, and she complied docilely.

Suddenly, Synnamon’s Power seized her and lifted Justice Girl off the floor. She found herself face up about three and a half feet high. Looking down the length of her body, she saw Synnamon move up into position.

Then her legs started spreading wider and wider.

Justice Girl whimpered despite herself. She saw a monitor out the corner of her eye as the camera zoomed in on her exposed twat. The blonde pubic hairs were bikini waxed and trimmed short. At first glance, one might think her clean-shaven down there.

Synnamon pulled off her right glove and fingered Justice Girl’s pussy. It was a touch she felt radiating throughout her body. Justice Girl gasped and squirmed, not caring that she was putting on just the kind of kinky sex show they wanted.

“She’s wet, boys and girls! What a wanton slut!”

Justice Girl squeezed her eyes shut and groaned in humiliation. But she couldn’t keep quiet or still once Synnamon’s fingers, lips and tongue went to work on her pussy. Within moments Synnamon had her bucking and gasping and crying out to God, Jesus and several saints, despite being protestant.

Synnamon enjoyed herself for over an hour.

“Benny, it’s your turn,” Synnamon finally said.

Justice Girl felt her body moved backwards. The handcuffs came off and flew into Synnamon’s outstretched hand. She quickly settled down on a cold, steel rack of sorts. Benny quickly secured her to the rack at her wrists, elbows, ankles, knees and neck. Then he pushed a button.

The rack opened up and Justice Girl found herself spread-eagle before the cold eyes of the many cameras, and Benny standing between her widespread ankles. There was a frightening bulge in his crotch.

“I was just doing my job, Benny,” Justice Girl said. “It was never anything personal. I promise. Please don’t hurt me.”

“Earlier you said you were going to get vengeance on me for what I’m about to do,” Benny said. He stroked her inner thigh and pussy with thick, callused fingers. “You threatened me.”

“I didn’t mean it! I was frightened!”

“You’re not frightened now?”

“Yes I am! This isn’t right, Benny. What would your mother think about what you want to do to me?”

“My mother? She’d say, ‘Nail the haughty bitch! Nail her ass good, Benny Boy!’”

“What?”

“My mother is a madam.”

“Oh.”

Benny reached down and unzipped. Justice Girl gasped. He was big and hard and dripping in his excitement. He quickly shed his shirt and pants, exposing his muscular, oh so hirsute body.

Benny placed his hands on her hips and lowered his mouth to her pussy. Justice Girl squirmed and squealed as he licked and sucked at her pussy lips. She could not believe how damn good he was at cunnilingus. How could such an ugly man get so good at pleasing women?

Then she remembered. He was a white slaver. He received his sexual expertise raping innocent young women like her and Zephyr. Benny was a serial rapist.

“You taste great, Justice Girl,” Benny said, straightening up. His erect penis was level with her pussy. He was so close she felt it rubbing against her inner thighs and twat. Benny slipped it beneath her and rubbed her butt and let it settle in her butt crack. “But now it’s time to open you up to male exploitation. I’m going to enjoy some Justice cunt.”

Benny positioned the head of his thick prick between the warm, moist lips of her pussy. All he had to do now as simply push. One little push, one slight thrust of his hips, and Justice Girl would be impaled upon his manhood.

“Time to consummate my victory,” Benny said. “Time to finally achieve my life’s goal, to fuck you long and hard and make you my whore.”

“Do it,” Synnamon said huskily.

Justice Girl cut a look at the evil amazon. She was panting she was so excited about her prisoner’s destruction and very public degradation. Benny, though, was exultant above her, ready to finish what he’d begun.

“Time to consummate your ultimate destruction,” he said.

She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Justice Girl didn’t want to watch this part. She knew this would be a “consummation” in his mind, as well as the world’s, of her capture and downfall. She understood it would consummate the end of her old, idyllic life as Justice Girl, and be the first step, the first humiliation of her new life as an enslaved whore.

Justice Girl would “die” when he consummated his victory.

“Look at me,” he said angrily.

Her eyes fluttered open, so shocked by the command and the anger in his voice to do anything else.

“Look at my cock,” Benny said. “See it?”

“Yes.”

As she stared at the thick cock, Benny’s hips thrust forward. His penis vanished deep inside her pussy. She felt him enter her. She felt his thickness, his massiveness. She thought he would split her in half. It hurt. It felt good. It felt so terribly right.

It ripped her world apart.

“Oooo, God.”

Her eyes rolled up, her head fell back and she arched her back almost to pain. Benny pulled back until just the head was still inside her, then shoved it all the way back in.

“Oh, God! Benny!”

“Never had a man before, have you?”

“No!”

He pulled back and thrust again.

“Oh, yes!”

“Like that, huh?”

“You bastard!”

Benny began humping her fast and hard. Justice Girl couldn’t do anything but gasp. Her whole body moved and gyrated and milked his cock of all the pleasure there was to have. She understood what was happening. Understood her own pleasure and reaction was putting on a great sex show for the thousands, millions, of horny men and women watching.

Justice Girl couldn’t help herself. And she didn’t care.

But Benny’s excitement proved too much for him. His humping suddenly became erratic, then she felt it. His wad spewed out in a great hot rush, deep in her belly. Involuntarily, she squeezed her twat muscles and gyrated her hips to milk every last drop out before she even realized what she was doing.

“Wow, boys and girls!” Synnamon cried out enthusiastically. “Look at her go! The Super Slut is enjoying her ravishment more than her rapist! What a slut! What a wanton whore she is!”

Justice Girl was horrified. She’d lost everything in that sexual encounter, and she enjoyed it. How humiliating!

“Next,” Benny called, happily pulling out his sticky, dripping member. “Time for clean up.”

Benny moved around the rack to stand beside her head. After a slight adjustment to the rack, to give him easier access to her mouth, Benny flopped his flaccid dick onto her face. He rubbed the cum sticky thing all over her face, and then pushed it into her mouth.

“Suck it,” he ordered. “Suck it clean, bitch.”

Paulie was moving up between her legs. He was already naked save for a mask.

“Mmmm” she said, mouth full of cock.

Her protests were not understood.

As Paulie’s cock pushed deep into her cunt, Justice Girl began sucking Benny’s dick. She had no other choice but to suck and lick it clean as ordered.

They owned her.

<Justice Girl is dead,> she thought miserably as Paulie got into a sweet rhythm, and her head bobbed up and down Benny's shaft. <Nicole sucks dick. Nicole is a miserable whore who does what she’s told.>

Chapter 17

Synnamon departed the studio with a feeling of satisfaction she hadn’t known in years. Finally. Justice Girl was punished for her wicked ways. Justice Girl was hurt for rejecting her love. Justice Girl was destroyed for humiliating her.

“Now she knows how it feels to be humiliated.”

There was no time to bask in her victory. Justice Girl’s day was well planned and busy. She would have little time or thought for Synnamon. There were men and women to please. After Paulie, Donny Johnson and the Daggers were lined up to truly gangbang her into submission. All the city gang-bangers wanted a piece of that hot round Super Heroine ass.

“And now they are getting what they’ve wanted for so long,” Synnamon said, grinning wickedly.

Gang-bangers gangbanging a Super Heroine would be one moneymaking video! Of course, the membership of SuperHeroinesExposed.com would get to watch as part of their $24.95 membership.

“I’m not charging enough for this!” she crowed joyfully. “I could charged $24.95 a day and have just as many hits.”

Since Aqua Girl’s, Justice Girl’s and Zephyr’s capture, another thirty-six million people had joined. That was almost nine hundred million dollars in revenue! In just one week! And they were gaining new members at a phenomenal rate. People were joining who didn’t normally go for that sort of fetish fare, but were morbidly fascinated by what was happening to their beautiful, captured Super Heroines.

“I’ll be a billionaire by the end of the week,” she said.

“Synnamon?”

She turned to find the CEO of SuperHeroinesExposed.com nervously waiting for her. He was a tall, thin man with a receding hairline and sad gray eyes.

“How can I help you, Johnny?”

Johnny Redborne was a computer whiz and a marketing genius. He’d turned her little fetish website into one of the giants on the World Wide Web, and came up with the ingenious ways to keep their main servers hidden and their site up despite ongoing attempts by a dozen nations to shut them down.

“I was just thinking,” he said. “This Justice Girl session is too good to wait. I think we should go live right away.”

As far as Justice Girl knew, they already were live. In all respects, they were. She was giving an honest reaction to being first lesbian raped and now gang-raped. At 6 P.M that night the session would be broadcast over the web as if it were live. No one would be the wiser. It wasn’t advertised as being interactive or anything. Meanwhile, they would be making little video snippets and such, along with doing still photos. By tomorrow morning, they would start posting all her photo and video sessions on the website.

Zephyr was being photographed at that very moment, and later that afternoon her first photo gallery would be posted. They promised enough photos for about ten pages by noon.

“No. We’ve advertised it would start at 6 P.M, and so it shall. I don’t want to anger our paying customers by changing the schedule without warning,” she said. “By that time, Zephyr’s first gallery should be posted and we can advertise a live, interactive session tomorrow night.”

“Both Justice Girl and Zephyr?” he asked excitedly.

“Of course.”

“An unmasking?”

“Of course, the unmasking of Justice Girl has to be live and during prime time!”

“Excellent!” he crowed. “I’ll bet we gain another five million members with that announcement!”

“Then make the announcement. Notify the local and national press, too,” she said, eyes asparkle. “I want Justice Girl’s ultimate exposure to be well witnessed. I want the world to know exactly who she is before she vanishes forever.”

“It’ll be done, Synnamon, just the way you want,” he said. He hesitated. She raised an eyebrow at him, to prompt whatever was on his mind. “Do you think...do you suppose...”

She smiled knowingly.

“Which one? Justice Girl or Zephyr?”

“Both.”

“At the same time?”

“One tonight. The other tomorrow,” he said.

“Justice Girl first?”

He nodded. His crouch had a bulge from his excitement.

“She’ll be mighty soiled,” Synnamon said, amused. “But I have her scheduled for a four hour fuck fest this morning, then shower and still photo sessions this afternoon. She has an hour window in between. I was going to enjoy a tryst with her, but I’ll let you have her.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Synnamon.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s one of the perks of working for SuperHerionesExposed.com and Synnamon,” she said graciously. “Be ready to fuck at twelve noon.”

Synnamon turned on a stiletto heel and headed into the photo studio across from the broadcast studio. The photographer, Randall Richie, was snapping away at Lolita and Zephyr.

Lolita was dressed in a striking dominatrix outfit. She was being photographed with Zephyr, who was suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, which were bound behind her back. Her legs were tied up, and scarlet rope crisscrossed her shapely body. Zephyr was in full costume.

She watched at Randall snapped a dozen pictures from as many angles and directions, then had Lolita give Zephyr a smoldering kiss. Lolita held the kiss long enough for him to get another dozen shots from a dozen vantagepoints.

Synnamon watched for thirty minutes, while they exhausted every kinky angle and idea with Zephyr bound up that way. Then they lowered the defeated Super Heroine to the floor, untied her, then bound her up completely differently and hoisted her shapely ass back up again, to start the process all over.

This time, Zephyr’s knees were pulled up to her chest and bound into place. Synnamon especially liked the way her pure white stiletto-heeled boots dangled below her, tightly bound as well. Zephyr’s shapely ass was thrust out behind her, for easy exploitation, while ropes were wrapped around her upper body and shoulders, from which she was suspended from the ceiling. Her head wasn’t secured in any way.

“Before you start, Randall,” Synnamon said. “How much film have you shot so far?”

“I’m using a digital camera, Synnamon. No film,” he said. “But we’ve got over five hundred photos downloaded on your server. Johnny has a man going through them as we speak, sorting out the best for posting.”

“Excellent.”

“Do you like my outfit?” Lolita said timidly.

Synnamon’s loins burned to gaze upon her lover so sexily attired. She loved black leather clad women.

“Very much,” Synnamon said huskily. “It gives me all kinds of kinky, sexy ideas.”

“I could wear it to bed tonight, if you want.”

“I want.”

“You make me sick,” Zephyr said.

Her voice was strained and hoarse. Synnamon recalled she was a screamer. Most Super Heroines were, for some strange reason. Even Synnamon was a screamer when she climaxed.

Synnamon caressed Zephyr's face gently, then kissed her cheek. Randall was snapping away. Synnamon held Zephyr’s face still so she could kiss her lips, so delicious looking in glossy pink lipstick.

“Your defiance is sooo exhilarating, so sexy,” Synnamon said. “Defiance in the face of certain doom and destruction is like an aphrodisiac for me.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“I don’t want to scare you, Sweet Zephyr, I want to fuck you,” Synnamon said. “I want to fuck you stupid. Then flip you over and do it again.”

“Enjoy yourself, Synnamon,” Zephyr growled. “For as you rape me and Justice Girl over the World Wide Web, you are stoking the fires of rage and vengeance within the Sisterhood. You are sealing your own doom by this heinous act of petty spite and hate.”

Synnamon felt her loins tingle. She wished they had video cameras in there to record this.

“I pray it is so,” Synnamon whispered into her ear. “How I pray they come for me. For I planned for it, and I am ready to receive them.”

“They will follow you on SuperHeroinesExposed.com,” Lolita said.

“Not only that, but I have agents being trained to strike all across the United States and Europe,” Synnamon said. “We’re not going to wait for the Sisterhood, we’re going after them!”

“No!”

“Oh, yes,” Synnamon said, well pleased with the horror in Zephyr’s eyes.

They paused while Randall stopped to hand off his camera, and pick up another. An assistant was downloading the pictures at a workstation in the corner. He had five cameras he was rotating through.

When he was ready, Lolita picked up a dildo and stepped behind Zephyr. Synnamon enjoyed watching Zephyr’s sky blue eyes widen and dart back and forth behind the bright white mask, but unable to see what the luscious dominatrix was about to do. Synnamon held her head in place and nuzzled her nose and cheeks.

“Oh!”

Lolita slipped the dildo deep into Zephyr’s cunt. The bound beauty’s pink lips formed a sexy “O” and her eyes rolled up into her head.

“Ahhh.”

Synnamon released her and stepped back to watch. Lolita was inspired by Zephyr’s performance. She caressed Zephyr’s satiny soft hiney with one hand, while working the hell out of the ten-inch long dildo.

“Oooooow.”

Zephyr whipped her head back and forth, slinging silky brown hair all about. Her feet were kicking back and forth. One second her sweet lips were pursed, the next her teeth were sexily pulling on her lower lip, then they’d form an “O.”

“Work it, Love,” Synnamon coaxed.

Lolita slowly increased the intensity of her dildo action. Synnamon felt her own twat burning. She was sopping wet herself. Lolita’s talent with a dildo was one of the great joys of her life. No one was better.

“Tell me you love me,” Synnamon said to Zephyr.

“No! Aiiee, shit!”

“Take her up the ass, Lolita.”

“Wait! I’ll say – Oh! Oh! OH!”

“Too late,” Lolita said, grinning at Synnamon.

Zephyr was bucking and yipping like a dog now. Synnamon never heard anything like it before. She vowed to reproduce this session live, so the world could enjoy it too.

Chapter 18

If nothing else, Mr. Minks was punctual. He showed up with his mute bodyguard, Tyrone, at exactly six o’clock. Synnamon crinkled her nose at him, but he wasn’t affected by her displeasure. He was practically beside himself with pleasure.

Mr. Minks was a pimp’s pimp. He was the ultimate pimp, in Synnamon’s mind. All he cared about was getting women to whore themselves for his profit. She knew of no one more successful at it, either. He had been pimping since fourteen.

Donny Johnson, Mr. Minks’ half-brother, practically worshipped him. He told Synnamon his brother’s entire history on the night they captured Aqua Girl, while waiting their turns at raping her.

Mr. Minks, AKA Jerome Johnson, cajoled his first girlfriend into being his prostitute when he was fourteen. Donny swears that within a month, he had most of her girlfriends walking the streets with her. By age fifteen, he was pimping twenty high school girls, including four cheerleaders.

In high school, he mostly seduced the rich, extremely popular white girls and cheerleaders, photographed their little trysts, and forced them to turn tricks in the hood. By the time he graduated at eighteen, Mr. Minks had fifty-two high school and college girls working for him, both as streetwalkers and call girls, including half the high school cheerleading squad, the daughter of a movie star, three daughters of multi-millionaires and the class valedictorian, who was the principle’s daughter and home coming queen.

After graduating, he began throwing wild parties. Some of his whores had rich and famous parents, so they knew everyone who was anyone, and brought them to the parties. Especially the pretty young daughters and trophy wives. Liberal doses of drugs and alcohol made people do stupid things. Cameras in every room and closet recorded those stupid things. Mr. Minks’ stable grew with each party.

Mr. Minks had pop singers and movie stars peddling their wares at his parties now. He was the pimp to the stars, and the world knew it. But super models, pop princesses, and even major TV and film actresses were drawn to the excitement and danger of his parties. Many of their careers now depended on how well they pleased their pimp.

Synnamon was impressed beyond words.

The one category of woman that had eluded his clutches was Super Heroine.

“Is Zephyr ready?” Mr. Minks said.

She stood in the hallway between the two studios, with Sugar and Spice. The terrible trio was planning their next move. Synnamon wanted out of The Mansion. There were too many people upstairs, every night. Sugar and Spice had spent the day looking for suitable facilities.

“Sugar, would you please,” Synnamon said. Sugar was Zephyr’s escort for the night. Spice would accompany Justice Girl. Turning back to Mr. Minks, “She’ll be right out.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

“You already have a john for her?” Spice said.

He ran his eyes over her appreciatively. Synnamon saw his crotch began to bulge. He wanted Spice, Sugar and herself. He wanted every pretty girl he saw.

“Plenty,” he said. “I have an Exposé party going on upstairs. We’ve been watching the rebroadcast of Zephyr’s defilement, and getting ready to watch Justice Girl get hers. I got fifty horny men and women upstairs, all dripping in money. They’ll take turns on Zephyr while watching the Justice Girl gang-bang.”

“Damn! I wish I could see that,” Spice said.

“You’ll get your chance when Justice Girl goes up at ten,” Synnamon said.

“Or you could come up and join the party,” Mr. Minks said. “You could earn $100 dollars for each quickie. Maybe two, three thousand just tonight.”

“I’m not a whore,” Spice said dangerously.

Both sides tensed up. Synnamon could see the lid being blown off. They could all be destroyed if it got out of control.

“Mr. Minks,” Synnamon said. “Sugar and Spice are accompanying Zephyr and Justice Girl for security purposes only, not to join in. I cannot afford to have them distracted with such valuable and dangerous women entrusted to their vigilance.”

“Don’t worry, neither of the super girls will escape.”

“They will not be left alone with anyone, either,” Synnamon said adamantly. “My associates will accompany them everywhere. Understood?”

“I understand, but it’ll look a bit odd,” he said. “It someone pays for a private fuck, they’ll expect the other girl to join them in bed if she goes along.”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Minks, Sugar and I know how to handle horny men," she said.

# # #

Zephyr felt a shiver dance up her spine as the serum was injected into her hiney. The drug would ensure she stayed helpless all night. Two shots. Morning and night.

“She ready to go?” Sugar asked.

Zephyr eyed the drop dead gorgeous Super Villain with hostility. Sugar and Spice betrayed her and Justice Girl. They betrayed the Sisterhood and all decent society by striking a deal with Synnamon.

“Ready as she’s gonna be,” Lolita said smugly.

The leather clad brunette looked totally satisfied sexually. And she should be. She’d dildo and finger fucked Zephyr nine times over, and then forced Zephyr to perform cunnilingus on her in dozens of highly photographed positions. Two torturously long hours of non-stop cunnilingus. She could barely speak her tongue and cheeks were so tired.

Sugar still wore her Super Heroine costume, and carried a pink riding crop. Zephyr thought she should’ve changed into something more sinister. Anyone with such a black heart shouldn’t wear white lace with pink decorations.

Lolita handed Sugar Zephyr’s leash. Zephyr’s blood boiled to see it. She was collared and leashed like a damn dog. Like a slave girl!

<I agreed to become a Super Heroine to save other women from this same fate,> she thought. <But my teachers warned me, the first couple of months were the most deadly for Super Heroines, that the new girls were the most likely to fall victim to evil-doers. I guess I’ve proven that.>

“On your feet, Zephyr,” Sugar said, tapping her on the shoulder with the riding crop.

The riding crop was a vicious and hurtful thing. Zephyr thought it should only be dyed black or red, not anything soft and sweet like pink. Sugar would surely use it tonight, just to be spiteful.

Zephyr struggled to her feet. Despite being super human with a body that healed ten times faster than normal people, her body ached. Her twat and anus especially throbbed from extensive use and abuse by Lolita and her demon dildo. Being tightly bound in numerous bizarre positions didn’t help her either.

“What now?” Zephyr said. “Still photos, video, or live sex acts?”

“Live sex,” Sugar said. “Prostitution, to be exact.”

“What?”

She gave Zephyr an exasperated look.

“Maybe you don’t know, but we’re in the basement of Mr. Minks party palace, called The Mansion,” Sugar said. “He’s the pimp to the stars.”

“I know all about him. What’s that got to do with me?”

“Rent,” she said smugly. “Synnamon needed a place to work you girls over, and he provided it. At a price. You and Justice Girl have to be his whores at night.”

“That’s horrible!”

“It's called white slavery, honey. That’s Synnamon’s main business,” Sugar said. “Once she finishes filming you being reamed out, she’ll sell your ass. In fact, doesn't she already have a buyer for you sweet, round ass in the third world?”

Sugar pulled her in close. Zephyr found herself nose to nose with the other amazon. Sugar reeked of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke. A cold reptilian look entered her honey brown eyes.

“You will do as told at all times. You will not object to anything. You will treat everyone, man or woman, who fucks you as if they were Gods,” Sugar said in a low growl. “They think you are just a look-alike whore. If you tell them, or give them any reason to believe otherwise, Synnamon will have them all killed. Brutally slaughtered. Unless you want their blood on your hands, you had better be a good girl.”

“I understand,” she whispered.

“Good girl.”

Mr. Minks and a menacing looking bodyguard were waiting in the hall. They looked her over with interest and supreme satisfaction, then led the way down the hall. It was just a short walk to an elevator. Another moment and the doors opened into a lavish room full of drunken revelers. Most of them were men. She recognized three local celebrities right away.

Computer monitors were scattered about, with couches and pillows arranged in front of them. Most of the people were glued to the monitors, watching breathlessly and discussing aspects of what they were watching, which was Zephyr’s own gang rape.

“Ladies and gentlemen, as promised, Zephyr!” Mr. Minks proclaimed.

“Curtsy,” Sugar whispered urgently.

Zephyr smiled and curtsied. That was met with cheers and applause. Seven men hurried over to examine her and Sugar. Sugar giggled and flirted, but assured them she was just a model hired to “play” Sugar. It seemed a lot of the men wanted Sugar, mostly because she was off limits. But Zephyr had little time to give Sugar and her admirers.

The examinations by Mr. Minks’ guests were explicit and very personal. Her beauty and resemblance to Zephyr was put up for public debate, and she barely passed muster. That was shocking. Zephyr didn’t know how those morons could not pick up on the fact both she and Sugar were perfect matches for the amazons they were pretending to portray. At least one of them should put two and two together.

But they either didn’t care or were too drunk and high to think straight. She figured it was a combination of both.

“Hey! Everyone, it’s time!” some man shouted. “They are bringing Justice Girl in to expose and fuck.”

“Come with me, darling,” a thirty-something man in a gray suit said, taking Zephyr by the hand. “You can take care of me while I watch Justice Girl getting properly fucked.”

Before she knew what was happening, she was kneeling between his knees and sucking on his dick. Other men, and two women, were already working out Zephyr’s rotation with Mr. Minks and Sugar. Her heart sank to hear Mr. Minks say he has another girl coming in later, who could be Justice Girl’s twin.

# # #

The photo session with Lolita and her monster dildo ended at eight. Justice Girl already knew her next session was with a series of men, for still photography of her being tied up and fucked. Same as with Lolita, but with men. There were men dressed as a cop, a pizza delivery boy, a soldier and a masked burglar.

Then Synnamon and Spice came in with a large black man. It took her a few moments to realize he was Mr. Minks, the infamous pimp. They were having an intense discussion with the CEO of SuperHeroinesExposed.com. She knew him too well after their “nooner.”

“Change of plans everyone!” Johnny Redborne called. “Justice Girl has to perform elsewhere. We’ll reschedule this session for tomorrow or the next day.”

“Clean her up, Benny,” Synnamon said, looking Justice Girl over disgustedly.

After her session with Lolita ended, some of the crew helped themselves to her tits and mouth. She had cum in her hair and dripping off her nose and chin onto her tits.

Benny fetched a bucket and a washcloth. He roughly scrubbed her face and tits, then let a makeup girl go to work on her. In less than five minutes she was all dolled up again. Mr. Minks was pleased.

“I’ll take her from here, Sweetheart,” he said.

“I’ll take her,” Spice said, heading for Justice Girl with a leash and collar. “She’s my charge tonight while you whore her ass out.”

“What’s happening?”

Justice Girl wasn’t sure why she cared. No matter what they did to her, it would involve pain, humiliation and legions of sex partners waiting in long lines. But the prospect of being turned into a prostitute appalled her. She knew it was in her future, and there was nothing she could do to stop it, but she thought she had more time. Forced into prostitution had to be the most degrading, humiliating thing they could do to her.

<My future is to be a comfort girl in Bangkok,> she thought bitterly. But that could be weeks away, maybe longer. <But Synnamon won’t allow that. I’ll bet she films it. Bitch.>

“I’ve loaned you and Zephyr to Mr. Minks tonight,” Synnamon said. “Zephyr’s been working upstairs about two hours now. She’s doing great. Everyone loves her.”

“Pig,” Justice Girl growled.

“Be that as it may, now it’s time for you to join her in the oldest profession,” Synnamon continued. “And I warn you not to allow anyone even a hint of a guess that you are the real Justice Girl.”

“They have been told you bear a striking resemblance to the real Justice Girl,” Mr. Minks said. “But Justice Girl is being gang-raped live on SuperHeroinesExposed.com as we speak and they watch. So they won’t question how closely you resemble her.”

“Huh?”

“Too confusing Bimbo Girl?” Spice said. “Then I’ll speak slowly and with little words.” Her light brown eyes narrowed menacingly. “Listen closely. The original session where you first got stripped and fucked, that was taped for later play. They are broadcasting it now, saying it is live. So everyone in the world thinks you lost it all about two hours ago, with another two hours of live fuck fest to go.”

“I get it,” Justice Girl said grimly. “So I can’t possibly be the real Justice Girl, since she is elsewhere being gang fucked. They’ll think I’m just a common whore.”

“Uncommon whore, more like it,” Mr. Minks said.

“Yeah, you’re high dollar chooch,” Spice said. “But, if you decide to be funny and cause trouble by telling or implying you are the real Justice Girl, then we have to kill everyone up there.”

“You may not care what happens to them,” Mr. Minks said. “Considering they are happily fucking your brains out, but they have families -- children -- whose lives will be devastated, destroyed utterly, if they are murdered in a whore house. Think about that.”

“God, you are all such bastards!”

“And you are about to officially become a prostitute. Any questions?”

“No.”

“Let’s party,” Mr. Minks said.

“Chin,” Spice said.

Justice Girl lifted her chin high. She locked eyes with Spice a long moment. There was no sympathy for her in those eyes. In fact, she looked rather pleased. Even aroused as Spice buckled the collar around super sexy super heroine's slender neck.

Spice was truly evil now.

“I can’t wait to see that first cock slide into you,” Spice said. “I want to watch your face as you become a whore, a prostitute.”

Justice Girl tested the leash. The collar was tight, but not uncomfortably so. Spice had a firm hold on the leash.

“Enjoy it while you can,” Justice Girl said. “The Sisterhood will hunt you down for this. You will pay dearly for what you are doing to me and Zephyr.”

“Has she been given her shot?” Synnamon asked.

“At six o’clock, as ordered,” Benny said.

“Then she’s yours, Mr. Minks,” Synnamon said. “Have her back by two o’clock. She needs her beauty rest.”

Justice Girl was led to the elevator at the end of a tight leash. Spice seemed to relish lording over her like some kind of kinky super powered dominatrix. On the ride up the elevator Spice forced her to kneel, then kiss and lick her boots.

“Tomorrow, Sugar and I have a live show with you,” Spice said. “And you probably think Lolita’s dildo work was impressive. I can’t wait to make you cum and scream and cum, cum, cum again and again and again.”

“Fuck you.”

“You will.”

Spice stepped out of the elevator, dragging Justice Girl behind her. Justice Girl struggled to gain keep her feet. Mr. Minks and his grim bodyguard chuckled behind her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, as promised, the luscious and lovely, and oh so helpless Super Heroine Justice Girl has joined us,” Mr. Minks called.

Her arrival was met with wild cheering. Spice led her around the large, luxurious room. Her mind was in too much of a daze to get a sense of how many patrons Mr. Minks had present. Halfway though the room they came upon Sugar with Zephyr nearby.

Zephyr was unfettered and unclothed. She was stripped down to her mask, opera gloves and boots. Justice Girl couldn’t believe the lap dance Zephyr was giving some elderly man, but he was enjoying it immensely. Then she straddled the man, took his erect cock in hand, and guided him into her cunt as she lowered herself onto his lap.

“See, Zephyr has learned her place. She looks eager to please,” Spice whispered in Justice Girl’s ear. “Good girls are rewarded. Bad girls get hurt badly.”

“Over here!”

They turned as one to the waving man. He wanted Justice Girl. His pants were already around his knees, and his friends were whooping and hollering encouragements to him.

“I’m super horny and I need a super whore to take care of me,” he said.

He was a twenty-something punk. It took Justice Girl a long moment to realize he was famous. A minor rock star. She couldn’t recall the name of his band.

Spice unfastened her leash. Justice Girl didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t move.

“Take care of him,” Spice said. “Be careful what you say or imply.”

Without a word, Justice Girl swallowed the lump in her throat and headed for the obscene little runt. His semi-flaccid dick grew harder and longer the closer she came.

“Take off your clothes,” he said angrily. “I’m paying good money to fuck naked women who look like Super Heroines.”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

Justice Girl removed her bustier top first. As Synnamon demonstrated earlier that day, it came off easy enough. The young man swallowed hard at the sight of her magnificent mammaries so nakedly displayed. She then removed the golden belt, and finally the blue bottoms.

“Enough? Or do you want me to remove the gloves and boots, too?”

“No, that’s good,” he said. “Damn good!”

“Dance,” a young woman ordered.

The woman, like the rock star, was naked. She had the look of a groupie, so was probably his girlfriend. The other five men and seven women were semi-nude. All looked totally wasted.

Lifting her hands above her head, Justice Girl began to dance. She gyrated and swayed her hips enticingly. Maybe too enticingly.

A young man tackled her from behind. Her face was pushed to the ground. Both arms were seized and held firm. Someone moved up behind her as she knelt there, bent over helplessly. First a woman’s long-nailed finger toyed with her pussy, rubbing her clit until she was good and wet. That didn’t take too long, to all of their delight and her shame.

“Mount up, Joey!” a woman’s voice said, and that feminine hand slapped Justice Girl’s rump.

“Oh!” she squealed as a truly massive cock pressed up against her wet pussy. “Wait! No. I mean...Aaiiee!”

The biggest, thickest cock she ever knew slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her twat. It was bigger than Lolita’s dildo. She reached down once she was completely filled by the enormous cock and found he had another four inches left that didn’t fit inside.

“My God! You’re so big!”

Her hair was pulled and her head was forced painfully back. The rock star thrust his dick into her open mouth before she knew what was happening.

“Mmmmf! Hfmmf!”

“I think she’s praying for mercy,” a woman said, then giggled.

“Too bad,” the rock star said and continued ramming it home.

His friend behind her was working her good, too. After only a minute or so she felt herself building to climax. He started pumping faster as her twat adjusted to his size.

He slapped her rump, “Who’s your daddy?”

“Hmmfph!”
“Who’s your daddy, bitch!”

“Hmmf, aamph!”

“I said who’s your...your...oh yeah! Oh yeah! Whoooo!”

“Mmmmm,” Justice Girl groaned as her own orgasm rolled though as his hot juices gushed inside her. It felt so damn good. “Mmmmuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!”

“I think the slut enjoyed it,” Spice said. “I mean really liked it.”

“She’s a bigger slut than Zephyr,” Sugar said. “Me like.”

Rock star lost his wad at that time. He pulled out and spewed his milky juices all across her face. Then he rubbed his sticky dick head all over her face and mask, even poked her in the eye with it. Justice Girl followed the girlfriend’s instructions and licked and sucked him clean, then turned around and did the same to Mr. Big Cock.

Then the girlfriend motioned her over.

“You look delish, baby,” she said.

The freaky looking redhead locked lips with her. She encircled Justice Girl with her arms and pressed her silicon tits into her tits. The kiss grew more and more passionate. She proved to be the best French kisser Justice Girl encountered, and they sucked face for five long minutes, feeling each other up and getting highly aroused together.

Finally the redhead couldn’t take it any longer, she pushed Justice Girl to her back, forced open her legs and thrust her face into the Super Heroine’s sticky twat. She licked and sucked Justice Girl until the amazon screamed, writhing on the floor, panting, clutching at short red hair.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! YES!”

Chapter 19

The sky was the prettiest blue she’d ever seen. The sun was bright and warm upon her naked shoulders. Nicole, out and about as Justice Girl, saw only smiling, friendly faces all about her. Everyone was so happy to see her. Everyone was so friendly and sweet to her.

She could feel the electricity all around her.

Justice Girl was dreaming and knew it. But she didn’t care. It was so much better than her new reality.

“We love you, Justice Girl!” the crowd shouted musically.

A beautiful little girl shyly approached with a bouquet of multicolored flowers. She handed them up to Justice Girl and smiled. Justice Girl took the flowers and thanked her.

The little girl then reached up and gently stroked her cheek, saying, “So beautiful.” But in Synnamon’s voice.

Bright blue eyes snapped open.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Synnamon said, stroking her cheek lovingly. “You looked so serene, happy and beautiful asleep.”

“No thanks to you,” Justice Girl said.

To her surprise, Justice Girl discovered she wasn’t bound in any fashion. She vaguely recalled being put to bed around 3:30 AM, wrists handcuffed behind her back, after a long humiliating night being whored off by Mr. Minks and Synnamon.

She was also fully clothed in her Justice Girl costume. Justice Girl was sure she was naked when she went to bed, save boots, gloves and mask. Spice spent a good thirty minutes molesting her, delighting in how easy it was to bring her to climax. Of course, considering how hard her day was, and how utterly spent she had been, Justice Girl wasn’t surprised they managed to dress her without her waking.

Synnamon looked so damned pleased with herself. Her beautiful brown eyes were alight with joy behind her black mask. Justice Girl felt anger burst inside, then the quick buildup of electricity.

Power? She thought, startled. How could it be? They were drugging her.

It didn’t matter. Synnamon didn’t know. There was no way her enemy could know until that fateful moment she unleashed hell on her unprotected body. She had to fight the crafty smile that threatened to spread across her face as she reached out to pull in all the electricity available for one horrendous surge through that most hateful of all women.

Shock fell upon shock. Though she could feel the electricity all around her, Justice Girl couldn’t coax it to her. Oh, a tiny bit trickled in. In one minute she had only the equivalent of a static electricity pop.

“What?” Synnamon said, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Thinking quickly, she said, “Oh, Hell!” and spat at her.

Synnamon caught the spittle in midair with her Power and flung it back in Justice Girl’s face.

“You’re going to Hell for what you forced me and Zephyr to do yesterday and last night," Justice Girl said. Thankfully the suspicion was gone from Synnamon’s face. Now all she had to do was make her forget the morning drug injection. Obviously her body was quickly growing accustomed to it. Given time, she knew she would regain enough of her Talent to fight her way to freedom. “You are so horrid and evil, how could you ever believe I could ever love you enough to become your lover.”

That stung Synnamon enough to get a visible reaction of shock. A small victory. So far, it was her only victory over her archenemy.

“If I can’t have your true love, then I’ll have your absolute obedience,” Synnamon said sharply, brown eyes flashing. Then she smiled cruelly, lustfully down at Justice Girl. “I know you’ll be much more pliable from now on.”

All her sense went on alert. With that terrible smile and her scary words, Justice Girl already began regretting her small outburst.

“What do you mean?” she asked, fearing the answer.

“I mean, I know what a protective friend you are to young, innocent Zephyr,” Synnamon said. “You know, surveys indicate that if we execute a super heroine our membership could increase as much as fifty percent. Add torture into the formula, and we’re talking doubling membership. I already have a buyer for you, but poor little Zephyr buyer is starting to waffle.”

“You bitch!” Justice Girl snarled, lunging at Synnamon. But Synnamon was ready. She was held back by invisible bounds. “You touch one hair on Zephyr’s head and I’ll kill you.”

Synnamon face lit up.

“Really?” she said. She reached out and tweaked her nose playfully. “And just how are you going to manager that feat? Fuck me to death?” Her face suddenly lost all humor and became the most frightening sight Justice Girl ever beheld. “I own you, sister. I have the power of life and death over you and Zephyr. Anger me, and Zephyr dies by the most despicable, bloody, disgusting way imaginable, live on the internet. Or you can convince me to spare her.”

She thought she knew how, but had to ask.

“How?”

“Submit. Utterly submit,” Synnamon said. “Make love to me like you mean it. Be my helpless love slave.”

“What?”

“Obey me and my minions without thought or complaint. No questions or hesitation, just sweet, eager obedience,” Synnamon said. “In gratitude I will spare Zephyr from torture and gruesome death.”

Justice Girl was aghast and horrified. Synnamon was blackmailing her into submission. She wanted to spit in her face, but that would doom her Zephyr besides being clearly impossible after her last failed attempt. But what would keep Synnamon from torturing and murdering Zephyr anyway, even if she did submit and obey her every kinky desire?

“What assurances do I have you won’t do it anyway? Or sell her to someone you know will torture and kill her?”

“Only my word,” she said. “And my word that she will begin her tortures tonight and be dead before the week is out if you don’t agree.”

She tested her Power again. The electricity was trickling in a bit faster. She was up to a charge equivalent to sticking a fork in the light socket now.

Justice Girl needed time.

“You know I have no choice,” Justice Girl murmured dejectedly. Bile tried to surge up her throat, but she forced it back down, having to swallow twice to clear the burn from her throat. After a big, steadying sigh, she rolled up on her knees and dropped her eyes, “You win. I submit. I’m yours, Synnamon. I’m all yours.”

Synnamon stepped close and cupped her chin. Justice Girl felt her lower lip quivering as she looked up into Synnamon’s triumphant eyes.

“Sealed with a kiss,” Synnamon whispered as she leaned in slowly.

Justice Girl’s lips parted slightly as her head tilted to receiver her new mistress’s kiss. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as their lipstick coated lips slowly merged together. Synnamon’s hot, wet tongue darted in immediately, met by her own toying tongue. Synnamon groaned as she pressed into the kiss deeper and deeper.

Justice Girl surrendered. She let go and let Synnamon have her, body and soul. I am yours, kept echoing in her head.

Synnamon eased back and their lips parted. She looked deeply into Justice Girl’s eyes.

“Benny?” Synnamon said, then looked to Justice Girl’s left.

Justice Girl’s mind was in a whirl. She didn’t hear anyone enter. Benny was already standing next to her, apologizing profusely to Synnamon. He was fumbling with something he placed next to her on the narrow bed. It took her a moment to realize he was there to administer her morning shot.

No! I need more time! she cried silently, miserably.

The needle pierced the soft, silky skin of her left buttock seconds later. She felt the drug inject into her. Seconds later, she felt the effects reach her head.

She was utterly helpless again. Her Power gone.

Not bothering to even pack the drug kit, Benny just tossed everything back inside and hurried out the door.

“Idiot,” Synnamon said under her breath. Then she glanced down at Justice Girl with wanton eyes. “Time for you to live up to your promise. Live on the Internet.”

“I don’t understand.”

Her laughter was delightful. For a brief moment Justice Girl felt the weight of the world lift off her slender shoulders. Then the cruel look returned to Synnamon’s eyes.

“Jugs, have you forgotten so soon?” she said, caressing her cheeks lovingly. “Everything our captive super heroines do is recorded for presentation on SuperHeroinesExposed.com. So, it’s going to be you and me.”

“I see.”

“Wet, wild and wicked spiked heel sex for the world to watch and enjoy.”

“Of course. I would expect nothing less from you.”

That beautifully musical laughter filled the room again, then Justice Girl felt gravity go away. Synnamon turned sharply on her tall stiletto and headed for the door. Justice Girl floated behind her, pulled along by the invisible tether of Synnamon’s Power.

Synnamon took her next door to the studio. It was already filled with technicians and other workers. Everyone was there, including the cameramen. All was ready.

Justice Girl was floated over to a very feminine, frilly white lace bed. She was placed face up in the middle and then gravity returned.

“OK, people, we’re live in ten seconds,” the director shouted.

All monitors suddenly were filled with Justice Girl, shot from various angles. There were six cameras fixed to the ceiling above the bed, two cameramen on booms to either side and another four cameramen on the floor. This defilement would be well covered.

“Remember, Zephyr’s fate is in your hands,” Synnamon said, then turned to the camera. “And you better make me, and everyone else, think you mean it, too.”

“Five, four, three, two, LIVE!”

“Hello, my fellow lovers of fiendish fantasy,” Synnamon purred at the camera. “As you can see, Justice Girl is still in bed from a long night posing for all the photos you can view in her personal galleries. My favorite is the Golden Shower gallery, especially when she and sweet little Zephyr take turns peeing on each other’s faces.”

Justice Girl’s eyes closed tightly, pressing out tears of humiliation. Of all the things they forced them to do apart and together, that was the worst. The hours of gang bang sex, bondage and spankings were nothing compared to that one-hour session.

She felt Synnamon slide onto the bed beside her. That most wicked of women threw a golden boot over her red booted legs. Synnamon’s soft hand caressed her cheek. Then she put her lips to Justice Girl’s ear, hot breath tickling.

“Tell me you love me,” she said breathlessly.

“I love you.”

“Mean it.”

Tears formed in her eyes again. Justice Girl made herself mean it. Mean it to the very core of her heart and soul, for it was the only way to survive with her mind intact. It was the only way to fool Synnamon.

“I love you, Synnamon. I love you with all my heart.”

Then Synnamon’s face was over hers. She felt large, firm breasts pressed into her own. The Latina’s intoxicating perfume filled her world. She saw the longing in her dark eyes.

As one, they melted into each other’s arms. She savored the feel of Synnamon’s powerful amazon arms encircling and holding her so strongly, all but squeezing the breath out of her. For her part, Justice Girl hugged and kissed the mistress of her heart and soul just as fiercely.

Before she knew it, her top was off. She was as surprised as Synnamon was delighted to find her pink nipples erect and hard as rocks. She quickly found out just how sensitive nipples could be when sexually aroused. Synnamon started sucking and kissing her breasts and erect nipples. She never felt anything so wonderful. Her heart raced and she panted as her lover rolled rock hard nipples in her hot wet mouth.

“God, you’re good,” Justice Girl breathed. She started to squirm beneath her. She could barely breathe it felt so incredible good. “So good. I never realized...being with a woman...could be so...wonderfully delicious.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet, babe,” Synnamon said. Then after slipping out of her own clothes, Synnamon barely took the time to pull off Justice Girl’s costume bottoms. “Spread ‘em and be prepared to be amazed.”

Justice Girl spread her knees wide with bated breath. This was far from the first time a woman has eaten her pussy. Besides Synnamon and Lolita, she’d been forced to have sex with Zephyr, not to mention a score or more of female gang members and starlets the previous day and night. But this was different. This time Justice Girl was welcoming another woman between her legs.

This time it was for real.

“Eat me,” Justice Girl said, sapphire eyes shining. “Make me scream and beg for mercy, my love.”

Synnamon snuggled up between her wide spread legs. From her vantagepoint, Justice Girl watched breathlessly on a dozen monitors, from as many angles, as Synnamon first caressed her neatly trimmed muff, then spread the now glistening pussy lips. One long red fingernail started toying with the clitoris, forcing a gasp from Justice Girl’s lips. Breathlessly, heart pounding and loins tingling, Justice Girl watched as Synnamon’s sweet red lips slowly descended to her waiting pussy. She thrust her hip up to meet her, even as Synnamon’s hot, wet tongue came out to touch first.

Then Synnamon went to work. Justice Girl quickly found that she knew nothing of the pleasures of sex until that moment. If she’d known it could be that incredible she’d been a wanton whore years ago.

“Aiiiee,” Justice Girl cried as her head rolled back and she climaxed.

Justice Girl’s delicate fingers slid into Synnamon’s dark locks and held her tightly against her throbbing pussy. She didn’t want it to end.

After three more climaxes, Synnamon pulled away and she whimpered.

“How do you feel now?” Synnamon asked.

“Great,” she whispered.

“Good, your turn.”

Synnamon rolled beneath Justice Girl as they traded places. Justice Girl was quick to the kiss. Savoring the feel of lipstick slickened kisses. Deep, passionate kisses for her mistress and the cameras.

With Synnamon spread-eagle beneath her, Justice Girl kissed and nibbled her way down her neck and to her beautiful tits. They were large, firm honey brown tits with dark nipples. The nipples were just as hard and sensitive as her nipples.

Synnamon jumped and arched her back she gently bit, then sucked long and hard on her right nipple. All the while, her hand slid down her mistress’s hard, muscular belly to the promised land. She found her shaven patch smooth and moist. An instant later Justice Girl’s middle finger slipped between well-lubed pussy lips and found the clitoris.

“Ooooo.”

Justice Girl remembered all the things Sugar, Spice, Synnamon, and especially that oh so talented minx, Lolita, did to her. And she did it for Synnamon. Within minutes her mistress was squirming and gasping with pleasure.

Never letting up on the clitoris, Justice Girl kissed her way down. Synnamon was clutching at the brass headboard and panting by the time Justice Girl’s lips and tongue could be put to good work between her legs. And the instant she began tonguing her clit, Synnamon screamed and arched her back.

After bringing her to another screaming orgasm, Justice Girl’s tongue was too tired to continue. After all, it got a lot of work the past day and night.

Snuggling up to Synnamon, gently rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger, Justice Girl said, “How was I, my love?”

“You were lovely, Justice Girl,” she purred, then kissed her soft lips. “How do you feel about me?”

“I love you,” she said. “I love you with all my heart.”

Synnamon looked straight at a camera and gave it a crooked smile.

“And that, my fiendish friends, is how to tame a super heroine,” she said. “As you can see, Justice Girl is sexually satisfied. Justice Girl is tamed!”

Chapter 20

“Cut,” the director called. “That’s a wrap, people. Good job.”

Zephyr was left on all fours, panting. She was covered in sweat and semen. It dripped off her shapely boobs onto the black tile floor. Justice Girl was behind her. Their ankles were bound together and a long hard rubber shaft connected them, anus to anus. On both ends of the pole was fastened vibrating dildos.

“Turn off the damn vibrators,” Justice Girl croaked out.

The men all chuckled. Sugar and Spice each lifted a remote and pressed buttons. The vibration increased. Then at another click, doubled again.

“Have fun while you can, my Amorous Amazons,” Spice said. “Once we’re finished having our fun with you on SuperHeroineExposed.com your miserable lives will take even darker downturns.”

“I’m sorry, Zephyr,” Justice Girl apologized for the thousandth time.

“Please, Justice Girl, don’t apologize any more. It’s not your fault,” Zephyr said pleadingly. “Synnamon, with Sugar and Spice are to blame for everything that has happened to us.”

Synnamon, with Lolita in tow, arrived. She quickly surveyed the scene with the usual haughty airs and then moved to speak with Sugar and Spice.

“It’s been a good day, girls,” she said. “I was just going over the damage with Johnny. This is our most productive day yet.”

Johnny Redborne was another Zephyr was to get vengeance upon. The sick bastard helped make all Synnamon’s darkest dreams a reality. As CEO of SuperHeroinesExposed.com he controlled every aspect of the operation. His brilliant expertise was the only thing keeping the illegal site up, running and highly profitable despite the best efforts of dozens of governments.

“I especially liked the BDSM short film and photo gallery of Zephyr submitting to Justice Girl,” Lolita said. “Justice Girl was born to wear black leather.”

“And our little Zephyr licks boot too prettily,” Spice said, after locking eyes with Zephyr. “I was thinking about reenacting that again after Mr. Minks finishes with her tonight.”

“In private, or for the site,” Synnamon said.

“I was thinking just for my own pleasure, but now that you mention it, I’m sure our loyal customers would love to see that spectacle as well,” Spice said. “Can we get a crew together for say 2 o’clock?”

“Consider it done,” Synnamon said.

She glanced at the director who nodded and hurried off to make the arrangements. Then she looked at her captives. Zephyr tried to put on a defiant face, but that damn maniacal dildo vibrating so deep inside her was scrambling her ability to concentrate more than a few seconds at a time.

“If no one has any claims on Justice Jugs,” Sugar piped in sweetly. But her intentions were definitely not so sweet. In some ways, she was more depraved than Spice and Synnamon combined, despise being the most innocent looking of the cabal. “My boots need a good spit shine, and Justice Girl is the best boot licker I’ve seen.”

“Would you like that Justice Girl?” Synnamon called.

To Zephyr’s horror and surprise, Justice Girl said, “I would love to please Mistress Sugar in any way possible, my love.”

“Wow,” Sugar and Spice said in unison.

“You really tamed her, boss,” Spice said. “I’m impressed.”

“I can’t wait to sample the sweeter, more submissive side of the SuperHeroinesExposed.com’s favorite fallen amazon,” Sugar said. She turned to Benny. “Benny, clean her up and get her back to me. I have to give her to Mr. Minks in thirty.”

Both Zephyr and Justice Girl groaned. Of all the things they had to do, Zephyr found happily whoring herself off to Mr. Minks’ customers the hardest to pull off. True, they wanted relatively simple and painless sex acts in comparison what Synnamon demanded. Usually oral and some light bondage. But trying to act like she enjoyed it, wanted it, wanted to please them in all ways was murder. The most difficult act to perform of all was a simple, genuine smile.

“Me too,” Spice said, annoyed. “I have to have Zephyr ready, too.”

That was the most positive part of working for Mr. Minks, it really pissed off Synnamon and company. They all would rather rape and abuse them round the clock. But they had to “pay the rent.”

The remote cameras were still on and trained on the fettered fems. She watched as Benny untied Justice Girl’s ankles from hers, then slid her off the other end of their mutual torture device. Justice Girl’s end of the vibrator pole dropped to the ground, sending a sharp wave a pain into Zephyr’s asshole. Then she watched as Benny helped her wobbly-legged friend out of the room.

“You too, girlie,” Paulie said.

He yanked the vibrator out. Instant relief swept through Zephyr’s body. For an instant, she could’ve kissed the disgusting toad of a man that pulled it out. But Paulie was a nasty man. He did disgusting things to her. All the time. Unfortunately, he was her handler, as Benny was Justice Girl’s handler.

She was handcuffed and pulled to her feet. Her knees were weak from spending three hours nonstop on them. She was barely able to balance atop her five-inch stilettos. Paulie, always the gentleman, seized a boob to steady her. Then after a stagehand handed the rest of her wadded up costume to him, Paulie released her tit and grabbed the hair at the back of her head and manhandled her past her Super Villain captors and down the hallway to a private bathroom.

The shower was empty. Benny had another shower somewhere else in the building he took Justice Girl. The only time they’d bathed together was earlier that day, and it was filmed and photographed extensively. Very little actual bathing took place. Since their arrival at the Mansion, Zephyr and Justice Girl were kept apart except for kinky sex sessions for SuperHeroinesExposed.com.

Once the door was closed, Paulie pressed her up against the wall and started fingering her much loosened asshole. She was incapable of clamping it shut after that terrible vibrating dildo spent the past 3 hours in it. Of course, that left her vulnerable to Paulie’s favorite activity. Sodomy.

“An obsessive love of sodomy is a sure sign of homosexuality, Paulie,” Zephyr said through clenched teeth. “I guess you came to love it in prison, and –- ugh! Ugh!”

Two powerful punches to the kidneys shut her up.

Her breath was mostly still gone, and her vision still dark when he pulled her off the wall and bent her over the sink. He brutally pushed his cock up her ass.

“Forgive me!”

“Shut up, girlie,” he snapped, and slapped her upside the head. His pinky ring was turned around and it left a powerful impression on her head. “Yous amazons are so high and mighty, thinking you can rough house us common joes. But I’m here to show you different, girlie.”

As always, Zephyr relaxed and let him have his way. She’d been doing a lot of that lately. Oh, and how she hated it. The humiliation of it all was going away. It was starting to be replaced with anger and revulsion.

Paulie shot his wad quickly. He had a hair trigger. He didn’t like it, so covered up his embarrassment by punching her in the kidney again. Then while she was still groaning in pain, he pulled her to her feet and spun her around.

“On your knees and lick it clean, girlie.”

<God how I’m learning to hate the word “girlie,”> she thought.

Zephyr didn’t drop to her knees as normal. Instead, she bent over and paused.

“My God, what’s wrong with it?” she said.

She saw his posture change as he too bent over to look at his exposed penis. With that, she thrust her head down, then back up with all her strength. Paulie barely made a sound as the back of her head smashed his nose to mush. He staggered back against the wall with wild, shocked eyes. She didn’t hesitate.

Zephyr followed Paulie and head butted him between the eyes. His eyes rolled up and he started to slowly slide down the wall. Just to make sure, and because it felt really damn good, she hammered her right knee up into his jaw five times. Then, maliciously, she used her stiletto heels to viciously crush both his hands. The hands that enjoyed molesting her so much. He wouldn’t be touching her with those hands any time soon.

Since he was unconscious, she quickly located the keys in his front right pocket with the toe of her bloody white boot. Zephyr had to practically sit on his lap to get her hand down that pocket, but in less than a minute she had the key to her handcuffs, and seconds later she was unfettered.

First things first, she locked the door. Then she dampened a wash cloth and cleaned herself up as best she could. All the sticky cum and blood was cleaned off, at least. She quickly rinsed the cum out of her hair, then found her costume. It wasn’t much longer before she was dressed.

“Now for you, Paulie,” she said, eyes full of hatred.

His hands were cuffed. His pants pulled down to his knees. After tying him up, knees bound tightly to chest, she wadded up his dirty drawers and shoved then in his mouth. That done, she shoved the handle of the toilet brush up his ass.

“You probably enjoy that, but you won’t like being found like this, Paulie boy.”

With the more pleasant chore done, she turned to the door. She had to escape. The thought of looking for Justice Girl crossed her mind. But she quickly dismissed that idea. She was too weak to fight anyone, especially a professional thug like Benny the Rock. He would pulverize her, and that wouldn’t save either of them.

“I have to call the Police,” she whispered.

The Police were probably dying for a reason to raid the Mansion. Not only would they put that despicable pimp, Mr. Minks, out of business, but they could save Justice Girl. She suspected the Super Villains would escape, but the Sisterhood would hunt them down. Zephyr planned to be a part of that super powered posse.