DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, FORCED SEX OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

 

All characters in this story are my own creations.

 

 

 

JUSTICE GIRL: WHEN THE TIDE TURNS

Chapters 1 through 5

By Dark One

 

          There was just a bit of nip in the Spring air as Justice Girl flew over her territory.  Ocean City sprawled beneath her in all of its early morning glory.  She could see the beach from her vantage point three hundred feet above the bustling streets.  Skyscrapers soared above her to either side as she deftly maneuvered through their cavernous shadows.

          “I love flying!” she said to the world, though no one could hear her.

          To the few people bothering to glance up, Justice Girl just appeared to be an intensely bright white-gold ball.  A ball of lightning, electricity, to be exact.

          Justice Girl was one of the extremely rare Alpha Metas, a woman of Power.  A super human.  Her Power was the ability to gather and control electricity.  She could cast lightning bolts like Zeus, or roll it up like a ball around her and fly through the air at extraordinary speeds.

          At the moment she was on patrol, cruising at about fifty miles per hour.  Even at that low speed, few would see her.  The bright sky helped to hide her from friend and foe alike.  She didn’t care if her friends and admirers saw her, but she didn’t want the enemies of Truth and Justice to see her coming.

          “Justice Girl, Aqua Girl here,” the voice emanating from her bright blue mask said.  “First National silent alarm.  Got it?”

          She pressed the comm button hidden below her left eye on the thick mask.

          “Got it,” Justice Girl said, altering direction.  First National Bank was just a few seconds away.  “ETA thirty seconds.”

          “I’ll alert the police," Aqua Girl said.  “Out.”

          The Alpha Meta Sisterhood of Super Heroines mostly wore masks to hide their “normal” day to day identities.  The mask was a technological wonder.  Besides communications, it provided pop up holographic maps of the city and most public and corporate buildings and facilities, and a photo directory of known criminals.

          Beside the mask, she was decked out as only a super heroine could be, and should be.  For years the Sisterhood struggled with public acceptance, then they started dressing like comic book heroines and it was instant acceptance.  Normal people could finally accept them as something good and necessary in their lives.  Justice Girl’s super heroine costume was skimpier than most, but she had the body to pull it off.

          Red, white and blue were her colors.  She wore a high cut blue bottom with white bustier adorned by twin lightning bolts across both her breasts, pointing toward her symbol.  A wide golden belt separated top from bottom.  Her thigh boots were bright red, with her symbol (lightning bolts in a V shape) on the upper front of each boot.  A gold band circled the top of each boot, just an inch down and centered on the symbol.  A lightning bolt also ran down the back of her five inch stiletto heels.  Red latex opera gloves, with her symbol on the back of the hands, finished off her costume.

          The costume showed off her gorgeous tan.  And it was all crowned by her magnificent golden mane, falling in silken waves over her shoulders and down to the small of her back.

          Justice Girl was the most popular of the Alpha Meta Sisters of Ocean City from the first day she reported for duty.  She was gorgeous beyond compare, even among the legendary Alpha Meta beauties.

          The bank came into view within seconds.  The street looked normal.  Sapphire blue eyes missed nothing.  Justice Girl prided herself on her ability to protect the public.  No criminal had accidentally hurt or killed an innocent bystander on her watch while attacking her.

          In truth, her Power gave her a great advantage.  Other Alpha Metas had power over wind or water and such, but nothing dropped criminals like raw electricity judicious administered.

          Justice Girl streaked straight in toward the front door.  People scattered as she came in.  She was well known, and they knew to stand clear of her powerful lightning ball.  Just a bare second before the lightning ball struck the sidewalk, she absorbed it and dropped the last six inches.  If the lightning ball had touched, it would’ve been as if a real bolt of lightning struck.  She was always very carefully of city property.

          “Good citizens, please stand back!” Justice Girl said even as she dropped.  She teetered atop her tall stilettos a bare second as her heavy breasts jounced from the impact, then glanced around to ensure no one was too close to be in danger.  The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.  Approaching.  “This will take only a moment.”

          “Son of a bitch!” a man cried as he skidded to a halt in the door.  His comrade in crime collided into his back in their rush to escape.  “An Amazon!”

          Justice Girl frowned.  Alpha Metas generally didn’t like being called amazons.  Unfortunately, the public latched onto the term, so that was what they called any woman with super powers.

          “It’s Justice Girl!” the second criminal said.

          “It was Justice Girl,” the first said, aiming his pistol at her head.  “After today, she’ll be Dead Girl.”

          Justice Girl leapt high, snapping up her ball of lightning.  The bank robber emptied his pistol into the lightning ball to no avail.  The steel sheathed bullets evaporated upon contact with her lightning ball.

          The second man didn’t bother shooting at her.  He just turned around and vanished inside.  The first man, though, was paralyzed with astonishment.  His hesitation ended his criminal career.

          Justice Girl absorbed her ball again, and pointed a finger at the bank robber.  A tiny, thread thin bolt of lightning shot out from her finger and struck him dead center in the chest.  It was just enough to stun.  He collapsed bonelessly to the ground.

          “Justice meted again, foul robber,” Justice Girl said as she stepped over him.  “Now to nab your comrade in crime before the police arrive.”

          The air conditioning inside the bank was set low.  She was hit by cold air.  Her nipples instantly hardened.  Justice Girl glanced down at them, poking prominently through the thin fabric of her costume.

          “Great, I’m sure there will be plenty of news photographers around by the time I bring the other man out to record this great event,” she said sarcastically.  Her hardened nips would be prominently displayed in all the newspapers, television shows and magazines, to say nothing of the internet.  Everyone seemed so obsessed with her breasts and nipples.  “It’s my lucky day.”

          “He went that way, Justice Girl,” a flustered teller said, pointing to her right.

          It was a large building.  Seventy-two stories.  The street level was cavernous, and had three other exits now that she thought on it.  Justice Girl took off running after him.  It would be too humiliating if he got away.

          Startled screams and cries of rage ahead said he was still in the building.  She was Alpha Meta, a superior being.  The next step in the evolutionary chain, according to scientists.  She was more than just human, she was Meta-human.  Alpha Meta-human, since she possessed “super” powers.  Pound for pound, she was ten times the strength of a normal man.  Twice as fast.  And her healing ability was mind-boggling.

          Justice Girl smiled as she raced after the would-be bank robber.  He would not get away.  No one had ever escaped Justice Girl.  She was the only Sister in the city that could make that boast.

          “Halt, or I’ll zap you!” she cried upon gaining sight of him.

          He turned around, startled, terrified.  She stopped running, skidding to a halt on the highly polished granite floor.  Pointing a finger at him, she started to order him to surrender or else, when he grabbed an innocent bystander.  The petrified woman’s two preschool children looked on with wide uncomprehending eyes.

          Justice Girl’s heart skipped a beat.

          “Put your hands up or the bitch dies, Justice Girl!”

          Justice Girl gaped at him a second.  This had never happened to her before.  Her heart was hammering.  Her breath came in pants.  She was speechless.

          He was crouched behind his victim.  She couldn’t stun him with her lightning bolts without hurting the mother.  She could not zap down a mother in front of her children.

          Justice Girl raised her hands, humiliation burning her face.

          “Well now, the high and mighty Justice Girl is at my mercy,” he said.  “How does it feel to be the one being terrorized, Amazon?  Huh?”

          “I don’t understand?” Justice Girl said.  “I fight for Truth and Justice.  If I terrorize anyone, it is because they have rejected society’s values and become predators.”

          “And you, too, are a predator.”

          “Yes, but only to criminals.”

          “Like me.”

          “Yes.”

          Time was her ally, and his greatest enemy save her.  The longer she kept him talking, the better chance she had of resolving this without any innocents being hurt.

          He was mad now.  The gun was pressed harder into the woman’s neck as he forced her toward Justice Girl.  She wasn’t sure of his intentions.  The gun could kill her just as easily as a normal person.  If he got close enough, he wouldn’t miss.

          “The police are here,” she said.  “Surrender to me now, before you get in any more trouble.”

          “I’m a three time loser, bitch,” he said.  He stopped three paces before her.  “If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me.”

          Justice Girl swallowed hard.  This would be her most difficult job yet.  If she survived.

          “Kneel, Justice Girl.  Kneel and beg for your miserable life,” he said.

          “No.”

          That stopped him.  For an instant, she thought he was going to just shot her dead, right then and there.  But instead he rammed the barrel of the gun harder into the woman’s neck.

          “Kneel, or I splatter her brains all over the wall!”

          Justice Girl’s eyes darted to the woman’s now crying children.  Then she looked into the woman’s terrified brown eyes.

          “I’ll do anything you say, just don’t hurt her,” Justice Girl said.  She eased down to her knees before him.  “Please, don’t hurt her.  Let her go.  You have me where you want me.  I'm on my knees before you.  Helpless.”

          “Yeah, you are,” he said, his voice suddenly husky.  “I could kill you right now, or...”

          “Or what?” she asked seductively.

          Justice Girl jutted her breasts out even further.  They were a magnificent pair, too.  Men and women found it difficult to look her in the eye due to that precious pair.

          The bank robber turned hostage taker stood up straight to see over the woman.  He lustfully gawked a long moment, licking his lips.

          She watched his weapon carefully.  It was still pressed into the woman’s neck.  A jolt from Justice Girl would knock out the hostage taker, but likely cause his finger to convulse and shoot the young mother of two.

          “What do you want from me?  What do you need from me?” Justice Girl said coyly.  Her moist pink tongue caressed her upper lip as she bared her slender throat to him in invitation.  “What must I do to repay all your pain?”

          “What?  Oh,” he said, gaining control of his wits with some difficulty.  “Uh...crawl to me.  Yeah.  On hands and knees, crawl up to me and kiss my foot.”

          Justice Girl felt her face heating up.  She knew it was bright red now.  The leering smile of the criminal showed he noticed and enjoyed it.

          “And don’t shock me, or the little woman gets it.”

          “I’m yours to command,” Justice Girl said.  “I’ll do anything, anything, you ask.  Just don’t hurt anyone.”

          On hands and knees, Justice Girl crawled the short distance to the bank robber’s extended right foot.  The surrounding crowd was silent, awe struck by the events unfolding before their eyes.  The mighty, undefeated Justice Girl was humbled and humiliated, and it could only get worse.  They couldn’t tear their eyes away from this horribly fascinating scene.

          “Go on, kiss it!” he demanded when she hesitated.

          Justice Girl’s red shimmering lips hovered just inches away from his scuffed up shoe.  The act of kissing his foot was proving harder than anticipated.  It terrified her.  Her position was even more frightening since she was unable to see her tormenter above.  He could be aiming the pistol at her head, ready to pop a cap in her the instant she kissed his foot.

          “OK,” she mumbled.

          Justice Girl pressed her lips firmly to the toe of his shoe.  She held the kiss for a three count, as the onlookers gasped and pointed.  An excited clamor filled the air as she pulled away and sat back on her legs.  Looking up into his eyes, she saw triumph and satisfaction.

          “You did good, Justice Girl.  Real good,” he said.  “The lady here gets to live a few more minutes.  She goes unharmed as long as you don’t fuck up.  Understand?”

          “I understand, you monster.”

          “Monster,” he mocked.  “And that coming from a mutant.”

          “I’m Alpha Meta, not a mutant.”

          “Alpha Meta.  Mutant.  Same thing,” he said.  “But now it is time for the final task of Justice Girl.”

          She didn’t like the way he said “final task.”

          “If I perform one more deed you will let the woman go?”

          “Yes,” he said.  His eyes were fierce.  “Suck me off.  Right here.  Right now.”

          The sound of sirens suddenly filled the air.  Numerous police cars were arriving outside.  Hope blossomed in Justice Girl’s heart.

          “You don’t have time,” she said desperately.  “Run now, and you might escape.  Leave the woman, and I promise not to pursue you.  You have my word.”

          “There’s no escape for me,” he said.  “I accept that.  But before I go to prison, I’ll have a BJ from Justice Girl.  And you better make it a good one!”

          He moved the mother of two aside, though kept a firm hold on her.  The pistol’s barrel remained firmly pressed to her neck as well.

          “Suck me off.”

          After a deep sigh, Justice Girl nodded acceptance and crawled closer.  She reached out and gently squeezed the hard bulge in the crotch of his dirty jeans.  He let out a barely discernable groan of pleasure.  Then she unzipped him.

          “Oh dear,” she said, the zipper only half open.  “It’s stuck.

          “What?” he asked incredulously.  “Stupid zipper is always giving me trouble!”

          The bank robber, full of sexual frustration, forgot himself.  Justice Girl was watching for her chance.  It came a second later when he released the woman and brought both hands down to the zipper.

          Justice Girl didn’t hesitate.  Her hand darted up and jabbed a finger into his belly.  The jolt she sent knocked him off his feet and left him unconscious.

          By the time everyone turned back to her, Justice Girl was on her feet and guiding the mother back to her children.

          “Ok, people.  There’s nothing here to see.  Move along,” Justice Girl said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

          The room was large and luxuriously appointed.  The walls were paneled in dark mahogany, adorned with paintings of attractive women in various states of undress.  Most were tied up in some way, shape or form.

          A small group of black clad men and women knelt in a semi-circle around a large flat screen TV.  A beautiful Hispanic woman sheathed in a shiny copper cat suit and golden thigh boots stood before the television.

          “Just as you said, Synnamon,” Lolita said.

          Synnamon glanced at the beautiful brunette.  Smoldering brown eyes burned into her assistant’s sapphire blue eyes.  Within seconds the pretty little thing was panting with desire and need.

          “Yes,” Synnamon said.  “Justice Girl is always on time, isn’t she?”

          “You got ‘em all pegged, boss,” Benny the Rock said.

          Suddenly, the news coverage switched to the reporter on the scene.  Standing beside the disheveled Latina reporter stood the heroine of the moment, Justice Girl.  She looked pleased with herself.

          “Justice Girl, what can you tell us about what happened?” the report asked, thrusting the microphone in the gorgeous blonde’s masked face.

          “Well, Maria, I was alerted to the crime in progress just seconds before I arrived,” Justice Girl said.  “I quickly subdued the first of two robbers, and chased the second through the lobby.”

          She was cut off at that time by the clearly eager reporter.

          “Where you instead fell prey to him, am I right?  You were forced to grovel before him to save your life?”

          A bare hint of annoyance flashed across Justice Girl’s stunningly seductive lips beneath the mask.  She recovered and went on relatively cheerfully, if not quite as enthusiastically as before.

          “Actually, Maria, I was attempting to save the innocent mother of two toddlers that he had taken hostage,” she said.  “I only cooperated with his demented demands until I could save her without any chance of injury to the poor victim or anyone else.  And I did just that, too.”

          The reporter wouldn’t let it go.

          “But you, the great Justice Girl, were on hands and knees, kissing his feet, and preparing to pleasure him orally,” Maria said.  “If the zipper hadn’t caught, would you have really...how shall we say, serviced the criminal?”

          “Well that didn’t happen, and it wasn’t going to happen,” Justice Girl said, not hiding her displeasure anymore.  “By the way, Maria, this line of questioning has veered way off the relevant subject.  And since it has fallen into the gutter, so to speak, I’ll take my leave now.  Crime doesn’t take a holiday just because I’m not on patrol.  Bye-bye, and kids, don’t take drugs.  Justice Girl never would!”

          With that Justice Girl spun on a tall stiletto heel and marched away.  Within seconds she leaped into the air and vanished in a bright white-gold ball of lightning.  The thunderous ball of lightning streaked away at extraordinary speed.  In less than five heartbeats it was gone from sight.

          The reporter turned back to the camera, swept wind-tousled black hair from her face and leveled sober eyes on the camera.

          “Bill, as you can see, Justice Girl saved the day again, but at what price?” Maria said.  “This reporter is shocked at the way our favorite Super Heroine was mistreated by the criminal element.”

          “Favorite Super Heroine!  That bimbo?” Synnamon cried.  She lifted her hand and willed the object of her desire to her.  The remote sitting atop the TV instantly leapt into her hand.  She switched off the TV and dropped the remote, which flew back to its original spot.  “It makes me sick.  Sick!”

          Six men and seven women stared at her.  Synnamon swept them all with her steely gaze.  They all shared a burning hatred.  A hatred for so called Super Heroines, especially one particular golden child: Justice Girl.

          “Justice Girl must go down.”

          Their expectant faces filled her with glee at her long awaited words.  It was time.  Finally time to begin her takeover of Ocean City’s criminal element.  In six months, with her own Alpha Meta Power of telekinesis, Synnamon expected to own the city.

          But first, the city’s guardian Super Heroines had to be eliminated.

          “I think we’ve gathered enough intelligence on our most hated foes,” Synnamon said, watching the evil smiles claim everyone’s face.  “The past sixty days have provided us with a bonanza of information.  We can now safely pick and choose which amazon to engage, at our chosen location, and ensure the situation is to our advantage.”

          “And next time Justice Girl won’t be allowed off her knees, right boss?” Benny the Rock said, grinning.

          “Right, Benny.  Justice Girl especially won’t be allowed to rise up again,” Synnamon said.  Then she thought, <Soon you will be mine, to do with as I desire, old friend.  You will rue the day you spurned my love, Sweetheart.  Oh, yes you will.>

          They all began speaking and joking amongst themselves.  Most of the comments were lewd and cruel to the extreme.  These men and women had all suffered due to one Super Heroine or another.  Many of them were captured more than once by amazons and sent to jail or prison.  Even pretty, delicate Miss Lolita Jenkins was sent to prison by Justice Girl.

          Synnamon turned on her heel and stared at the door as she considered her next move.  Her perfectly shaped five foot ten inch body was sheathed in a metallic coppery colored material.  It displayed her 38D-25-36 figure splendidly.  All the men, and some of the women, gazed upon her hungrily.

          “Boys and girls, we’re going to slap the local chapter of the Alpha Meta Sisterhood of Super Heroines down so hard, so brutally, the Sisterhood won’t dare to fuck with us for a hundred years.”

          That was met with hoots and hollers of approval.  All of them looked forward to meting their own very special form of justice to Justice Girl and her comrades in crime fighting: Super Heroines Sugar, Spice and Aqua Girl.

          “Those comely costumed cunts will beg for death before we’re through with them!” Synnamon declared, fist clenched and brown eyes blazing.  “After they are all unmasked, deflowered and slaughtered, we’ll stuff their luscious bodies in formaldehyde and stick them in our trophy room.”

          The trophy room was empty at the moment.  As yet, they haven’t captured and killed any Super Heroines.  Super Heroines were the only trophies in the war of good and evil worth displaying.  Most of the local crime families had their trophy rooms of past victories.  Synnamon didn’t know of any Super Heroines falling to the local crime lords lately, but not because they weren’t trying to get their greedy hands on them.  But it was hard for a normal person, no matter how strong and determined to capture an Alpha Meta woman, Super Heroine or not. 

          “Back to business boys and girls,” Synnamon said.

          They followed her out and to a large room several doors down a dark hallway.  Using her Telekinetic Power, she flipped the switch that lit the room.

          It was filled with young, beautiful women.

          Few if any of the women were over twenty years old.  Synnamon tried to keep them below twenty-five at the oldest.  Her buyers, pimps and brothel owners mostly, liked them young and beautiful.  She had some special customers too, most filthy rich and politically powerful men in third world countries who wanted very special women.  Acquiring and selling into white slavery actresses, super models and pop singers was Synnamon’s specialty.

          “Ah, Shahira!” Synnamon said.

          The gorgeous pop singer stood arrogantly before them, dead center in the room.  Her ankles were bound tightly to the ends of a spreading rod, forcing her legs wide.  Then the leg-spreader was secured to the floor.  Both of her slender, delicate wrists were secured in steel cuffs, with chains vanishing into the darkness above.  She was held spread eagle before them.

          Shahira was a rising star in America, though originally born in the Middle East.  The desert beauty had fiery black eyes and blonde dyed hair, with pronounced black roots.  At the moment, she still wore the stage costume she had on when they kidnapped her the night before as she left the stage - Black leather mini skirt, red leather halter, black hose and garters, and black stiletto pumps.

As yet, no one knew she was missing.  A body double took her place in the touring bus, and would vanish before the next concert, in a different city far, far away.  No one would think to look back in Ocean City for their beloved Desert Rose.

          “You better untie me!” Shahira said, black eyes flashing.  “I am Shahira!  I am a star!”

          Synnamon’s gang of white slavers laughed.  She gave a hand signal and Benny the Rock walked up to Shahira.  The pop star’s eyes grew big and wary.  She struggled in vain against her bonds.  Synnamon enjoyed the show for a long moment.  This was her favorite part of the job.

          “How big are her tits, Benny?” Synnamon said.

          Benny grinned at Shahira and reached for her breasts.  The girl gasped and cringed back, but she was held fast and his big hands engulfed her breasts.

          “Unhand me, you ugly goon!”

          “You think Benny’s ugly?” Synnamon said.

          “Yes!  And he stinks,” Shahira said viciously.  “Get him away from me.  Now.  And I demand to be released!  Immediately.”

          Synnamon sighed as she stepped up next to Benny and Shahira.  She gently stroked the pop star’s soft cheeks.  She could make out the tracks of her tears.  Synnamon ran her well-manicured fingers through Shahira’s long blonde locks, then drew her thumb across the singer’s trembling lower lip.

          “You heard her, Benny.  Release her,” Synnamon said.  Shahira sighed with relief, eyes closing.  “Release all of her sexual frustrations.  As she demanded: Immediately.”

          “No!”

          “Oh, yes,” Benny said, ripping open her leather halter.  Smallish but pert breasts jounced before them.  “She looks tasty.”

          “Yes she does,” Synnamon said.

          Benny cupped both tits in his hands, then lowered his mouth to her left nipple.  Synnamon watched as he sucked long and hard on that nipple.  Shahira’s eyes rolled up and she tensed, gritting her teeth.  Despite her look of horror, the right nipple was already rock hard and no one had even touched it yet.  So Synnamon pinched it.  Pinched it hard, then twisted it harder.

          Shahira screamed.

          “You have pretty lips, Slut-hira,” Synnamon said.

          Synnamon seized Shahira’s hair in a viselike grip and held her head motionless.  Shahira’s horror filled eyes gazed disbelievingly at Synnamon.  When Synnamon licked her lips the Pop Princess's eyes grew even wider.

          “Lick your lips, Shahira.  Lick them in preparation of my kiss.”

          She used her Alpha Meta strength to twist the girl’s hair, making the point she would abide no disobedience.  Shahira licked her lips, but not as seductively as she had wanted.

          “Good girl,” Synnamon said, lowering his lips to Shahira’s trembling lips.  They met in a long, burning kiss.  “Mmmm.  Sweet.”

          “Please...” Shahira whimpered.

          “You heard her, Benny.  Time to release her.”

          Benny pulled off her leather mini skirt, revealing a red lace thong.  He ripped that off with ease.  Synnamon smiled as she gazed upon the pop star’s cropped pubic region.

          “Bikini waxed and trimmed short.  I approve,” Synnamon said.  She watched as Benny’s thick fingers caressed and toyed with Shahira’s moist twat.  “You seem wet, my dear.  Does that mean you are enjoying our little ménage à trois?”

          “Fuck you!”

          “Nasty mouth on this one, boss,” Benny said, chuckling.

He seized her head in both hands and kissed her long and hard.  Synnamon watched as she resisted, keeping her lips firmly pressed together and teeth clamped.  She decided Shahira needed to be loosened up.

“No, Shahira, fuck you,” Synnamon said.  She lifted her left hand and visualized the item she wanted.  It leaped off a shelf across the room and flew straight into her hand.  Without being bid, Lolita was beside her with a jar of petroleum jelly.  “How considerate, Lolita.  Shahira, see what Lolita did for you?  I was going to dry fuck you with this ten inch dildo, but sweet little Lolita brought over some lubricant.”

Benny hadn’t released her lips, so all she could do was make small animal sounds.  Synnamon didn’t care.  She rather enjoyed hearing beautiful, helpless women making those pathetic sounds of despair.

Lolita took a dollop of jelly and smeared it over the long, crimson dildo.  Synnamon watched her lover’s beautiful, delicate hand stroking the large dildo.  Her own twat began to release moisture and tingle.  That done, she rubbed Shahira’s close cropped and bikini waxed twat with the head of the dildo.

“Mmmmmfh,” Shahira said, black eyes opening and cutting her way.

“Did you say go for it?  Okay,” Synnamon said, grinning viciously.  “Watch this, Lolita.  Bet she takes it all in on the first stroke.”

An instant later, the head of the crimson dildo slipped between her glistening pussy lips and vanished inside.  Synnamon slowly pressed the ten-inch dildo forward.  It slid slowly, spreading the suddenly stiff pop star’s love canal.  Shahira whimpered, her willpower dissipating.  Her lips slackened and Benny began sucking on her lower lip with renewed enthusiasm.

“Five inches,” Synnamon said.  “And still going.  Six.  Seven.  Eight!”

At eight inches, Shahira decided to tighten her groin muscles and tried to force the dildo back out.  Synnamon was overjoyed.  She vastly preferred it when they fought tooth and nail.  Of course, trussed up like she was, Shahira’s options for resistance were limited.

Benny released her lips and slipped around behind Shahira.  Reaching around her, he started pinching and pulling and twisting her nipples.  By that time Synnamon had the dildo in nine inches.  She was despairing that she might have to pull back half a stroke to ram that last inch home, which would mean she was wrong in that Shahira would take the whole ten inches on the first stroke.

Suddenly, Shahira gasped and bucked.  Glancing up, she saw that Benny had clamped down on her right ear with his teeth.  Distracted by the pain of Benny’s pleasure, she relaxed her pussy muscles and Synnamon pressed the dildo inside her that last inch.

Lolita’s libido got the best of her at that time.  She seized Shahira’s breasts around Benny’s hands and leaned in until she was nose to nose with the Desert Rose of Pop. First she licked the tears from her cheeks, then kissed her full on the lips.  Kissed her passionately.  Shahira seemed to ignore her activities, more concerned with what Benny was doing to her ear.

“I can make him stop,” Lolita said.  “Kiss me.  French kiss me.  Make me believe it, and I’ll make him stop biting you.”

          Teary eyed, Shahira nodded agreement and reached out with her hot, pink tongue.  Lolita’s tongue met it halfway, and they both groaned as they sank into that most passionate of clenches.  A couple seconds later Lolita’s hand reached up and pushed Benny’s face away.  He laughed and released her tits, only to reach down and give Lolita’s satin smooth buns a squeeze.

          Synnamon was taking it home with the dildo.  She was working it for all she was worth.  The bleached blonde singer would be singing a different tone, real quick.

          Benny dropped his pants and began sliding his engorged cock up and down Shahira’s butt crack.  Her butt was already thrust backwards in her vain attempt to escape Synnamon’s erotic ministrations.  But her hips thrust forward when he stopped rubbing and pressed the head of his dick to her asshole.

          It didn’t do her any good.  Benny was a professional.  He penetrated her most private orifice with ease.  Within seconds he was matching Synnamon stroke for stroke.

          “Good, boy,” Synnamon said, feeling Shahira’s building ecstasy.  Her belly was already quivering.  It was going to be a big one.  “I wonder, Pop Slut, have you ever had an orgasm before today?”

          Shahira threw back her head and screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!"

          Synnamon released the dildo, leaving it deep in Shahira’s twitching twat.  Half closing her eyes, she tried to image the blonde popster was really Justice Girl.  The thought really got the juices flowing in her twat.

          “Very soon,” she muttered, breathlessly.  “Very soon this will be you, Justice Girl.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

          The custom painted Ninja growled as she downshifted.  Two cars -- a silver Mercedes and a red Mustang -- waited at the intersection.  The light was red.  Heavy cross traffic zipped past, going east and west.  At the last minute Nicole braked and aimed for the gap between the two cars.

          "Green!" she cried.

          She twisted the throttle and roared between the two cars at thirty miles-per-hour.  Brakes screeched as cars trying to beat the light practically rolled up on their front bumpers trying to stop in time.

          “Wahoo!” she cried, shifting into third and popping a quick wheelie as she ripped through the intersection.

          Nicole blasted up Canyon Road.  Expensive homes lined the way.  Five miles up the road the incline became too steep to build homes, and the road began its serpentine ascent toward the mountaintop.  She loved that road.

          Few people drove up to the top.  The university had an observatory at the peek.  The slopes were a wildlife preserve, with no camping, no hiking trails, no visitors.  It was perfect for her purposes.

          Halfway up the mountain, Nicole veered off the paved road and onto a half-hidden path.  She had to duck under a low hanging branch to pass, and she did it all at fifty miles-per-hour.  Two minutes later she skidded to a halt amid the tall mountain pines.

          “Yeow, baby.  That was fun!”

          Leaving the engine idling, she walked over to a clump of bushes and peeked inside.  The clearing was empty.  Returning to the powerful motorcycle, she walked the bike under power through the brush and into the clearing.  She used the bike’s powerful engine to push it through the heavy vegetation.

          “You’ll be safe enough here, my love,” Nicole said turning it off.

          Nicole removed the black leather book pack and set it on the seat of the bike.  Then she removed her black racing helmet and shook out her luxurious, silky blonde tresses.  After hanging the helmet off the Ninja’s handlebar, she removed her black leather jacket and then the tight white tank top underneath.  She quickly shed her heavy boots and jeans as well.

          She stood there a moment, enjoying the feel of the cool mountain air on her naked skin.  She loved being naked outside.  The fewer clothes she wore, the better.  Nicole Boudreaux was a closet nudist.

          Nicole grinned at the thought.  If her friends and legions of fans only knew.  The great mystery novelist and social/environmental activist, Nicole Boudreaux just wanted to get naked ninety percent of the time, while her public image was of a determined young novelist concerned with the environment and human rights.

          “We all have our little secrets,” she mused, her smile turning mischievous.  She unzipped her small pack, and pulled out what looked to be a blue bikini bottom.  A golden belt and white bustier followed it out.  “They’d all shit their pants if they knew I was Justice Girl.”

          She donned the blue bottoms, then the white bustier with the golden lightning bolts over each breast.  The golden belt covered that small gap between.  Next, she rolled out her bright red thigh boots and pulled them on.  Then, she tied a golden choker around her throat, from which hung the symbol of the Sisterhood, a golden Ankh.

          “Ah, my favorite piece,” she said sarcastically, pulling out the bright red mask.

          The military invented the mask.  It held all kinds of helpful features, especially the built in computer for the holo maps and the secure communications equipment.  Without the mask, Super Heroines would be greatly hampered in their efforts to fight crime.

          She placed the mask firmly in place, wiggled it around until it fit perfectly.  It was built specifically for her, to fit the contours of her face perfectly.  But despite fitting so well, she inevitably developed an itch every time she wore it.  Everyone did.

          Once the mask was positioned to her satisfaction, Nicole pressed the two hidden buttons, one on either side of her face, that activated the mask.  It immediately sealed itself to her face.  The mask could not be removed until both buttons were simultaneously pressed again.

          “Now I’m Justice Girl,” she said, feeling a tingle of pleasure surge through her body.  She loved being Justice Girl more than anything in the world.  If she had her way, Nicole Boudreaux would vanish without a trace and Justice Girl would never go away.  “Criminals everywhere better start shaking in their boots.”

          The last part of her Justice Girl costume was pulled out of the pack.  Her bright red opera gloves.  They were of a new type of latex that most Super Heroines used to construct their entire costumes.  It fit like a second skin.  It was quite erotic feeling.  Because of that, she couldn’t make her costume out of it.  She didn’t need the distraction, but regular silk gloves slid off too easily and didn’t fit as perfectly as latex.  Thus the gloves were latex.

          To her west, just two hundred feet, were the power lines going up to the observatory.  She reached out with her Power.  She felt the electricity in the lines.  With a slight mental tug, electricity surged into her.  Justice Girl pulled in all she could hold, and she could hold a lot.  Justice Girl could wield more electricity than any living Alpha Meta woman known.

          Justice Girl reached up and pushed a spot on the mask between her eyebrows.  She immediately was looking around with infrared.  She spotted a multitude of tiny mammals, but no humans.  It was safe, so she turned it off.

          “Time to get to work,” she muttered, a tingle of excitement dancing along her spine.  “Zephyr will be reporting for duty in half an hour.  I can’t wait to meet her.”

          The Ocean City Sisterhood’s newest member was scheduled to meet with them all for the first time at 6 o’clock P.M. today.  This was their first new member in two years, when Sugar and Spice reported.  Justice Girl reported three and a half years back, while Aqua Girl was the old timer, having been in Ocean City for six years now.

          Heady with electricity, Justice Girl pushed off the ground as she formed a bubble of electricity around herself.  It slowly lifted her to just above the treetops.  She could clearly be seen, with just a sheen of power around her.  The faint bubble couldn’t move very fast, but it gave everyone a clear view of her.  More power in the bubble and it became a lightning ball, capable of incredible speed.  Justice Girl could see fine out through a lightning ball, but all anyone outside saw was a ball of intense white that left spots in their eyes.

          The main advantage of the low powered bubble over the lightning ball was its stealth, it quietness.  Lightning balls could create thunder when she streaked through the sky.

          Once Justice Girl reached the desired height, she mentally pushed herself eastward.  She stayed low for a while, then picked up speed as she went up and over the low mountains that surrounded Ocean City on three sides.  Justice Girl would turn northward on the other side of the mountains, then swing around and enter Ocean City from the north today.  Super Heroines always entered and left the city in different directions.  They had to be ultra stealthy to hide their secret identities.

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          “I have to work on this,” Barbi said, sitting in the back of her maroon van trying to put in sky blue contacts to hide her green eyes.  “I’m totally unprepared for my first day.  It’s going to be a disaster!  They’ll probably send me back to the Sisterhood for reassignment.”

          Barbara “Barbi” Bangs looked around the inside of the van with disgust written all over his beautiful face.  Clothes were everywhere.  One would think a homeless girl lived in the van, with a passion for frilly clothes and stilettos.  Her “dance wear” was strewn all about.  Barbi loved to dance away her free time.  And as Channel 6’s weekend weather bunny, she had lots and lots of free time.

          Finally, after six months of establishing her identity as Barbi Bangs, weather bunny by day, party animal by night, she was ready to start getting some real action.  Barbi was ready to show the world her true self: Zephyr!

          With the contacts in, she started riffling through the mounds of discarded clothes.  Soon enough she found the white knee boots with the sexy white lacing and tall stilettos, which she broke in by wearing dancing countless nights.  Her white mask sat on the tiny vanity she’d set up in the van.  And her sky blue and white costume was laid out on the floor behind her.

          Barbi quickly stripped out of the silk dressing robe and pulled on the white boots.  They fit great, laced up to a snug fit to show off her shapely calves.  The towering stilettos shaped her legs wonderfully.

          With her boots on, she picked up the main piece of her costume.  It was sky blue latex one-piece bathing suit like outfit, with a short white cape attached at the shoulders.  She had long sleeves and a plunging neckline.  The Sisterhood learned the value of exposed cleavage when dealing with miscreants long ago.  They were so easily distracted.

          Getting into the latex outfit wasn’t easy.  But Barbi managed well enough.  After all, she’d practiced donning it quickly since before she arrived in Ocean City.  Over that, she wore a short sky blue latex skirt and wide white belt.  The skirt was simply for aesthetics.  She thought it gave her a more feminine look.  She didn’t want to look butch, or dominatrix like for that matter.  Too many Alpha Metas looked like dominatrixes in Barbi’s mind.  Black leather and black latex were the most common material and color in Super Heroine costumes, followed closely by red, white and blue.

          White latex opera gloves and a white choker, with the prerequisite ankh, finished off her costume.  Except for the mask.  She didn’t like wearing the mask.  Barbi always put it on last.  Some girls put it on first, not feeling “safe” until they did so.

          After looking herself over, Barbi touched up her bright red lipstick and reached for the mask.

          “No use putting this off any longer,” she muttered, feeling butterflies in her belly.  “I have to meet them sooner or later.”

          The mask automatically activated when she sealed it.  A holo pop-up appeared before her eyes.  She saw a faint blue background, with two names on it: Aqua Girl and Justice Girl.  That meant both of those Super Heroines had their masks activated.  Like herself, Sugar and Spice were behind schedule.  Or they didn’t think her worth meeting.

          “No!  Can’t think that way,” she said firmly.  “I’m Alpha Meta!  A superior woman.  A superior human.  I wield Power over wind and air.  I am Zephyr, Super Heroine!  The Legions of Crime will learn to fear my name!”

          Sisterhood rhetoric aside, she was scared.  Barbi, or Zephyr, was untested.  She would be entirely dependent on her mentor, Justice Girl, for several months to come.  It would be Justice Girl who handed down the final verdict, who decided whether or not she had it in her to be a working Super Heroine.

          “So it’s time to prove myself,” Zephyr said firmly.  “I am worthy!  I am Zephyr, crime fighting Super Heroine!”

          Zephyr activated the infrared of her mask and glanced around through the windows.  No one was to be seen.  She stepped out and stood in the cool breeze, fists on her well rounded hips, and basked in that moment.  The moment Zephyr was born to the world.

          She summoned wind.  Her cape fluttered out.  Her skirt rustled, but stayed down since she directed the wind just so to keep it that way.  Then she had the air lift her up and propelled herself toward the rendezvous spot the Sisterhood assigned this introduction meeting.  As she lifted up the online pop-up appeared at her lower vision.  Sugar and Spice activated their masks at the same time.

          All of the members of Ocean City’s Alpha Meta Sisterhood of Super Heroines were out and about.  Zephyr prayed for a good first impression.

          Zephyr left her van in the forested foothills on the eastern slopes of the coastal range.  It was only a hundred feet off the main highway over the mountains and into Ocean City.  Barbi Bangs lived in the valley on the East side of the mountains, just twenty minutes from the hiding spot.

          In her sky blue and white, Zephyr was nearly invisible to the people on the ground.  She doubted anyone saw her as she soared five hundred feet above her new hometown.  Zephyr stared down at them going about their lives with a fond smile.  People in the whole area, and in Ocean City in general, were so nice to her as Barbi Bangs.

          Zephyr headed south.  She slowly picked up speed as she went, enjoying the thrill of flying.

          “Where are you at, Zephyr?” a beautifully rich voice said from her mask.  Pop-up showed it was Justice Girl speaking.  “I see your mask is activated.”

          “Oh, Justice Girl,” she said, almost stammering.  “I – I’m sorry.  I was just cruising over the valley, kinda checking it out.  Checking the lay of the land, so to speak.  But I see it’s almost six.  I’ll be at rendezvous in fifteen.”

          Justice Girl laughed over their secure frequency.

          “No hurry, Zephyr.  We understand,” she said cheerfully.  “Besides, Sugar and Spice are running late.”

          “Bitch!” Spice cried and startled Zephyr.

          Another voice laughed, pop-up showing it was Sugar.

          “Now, now, Spicy.  Be nice,” Sugar said.

          Zephyr heard everyone laughing, including Aqua Girl.  Aqua Girl was the Team Captain in Ocean City.  At thirty-two, she was getting a little old as a Super Heroine.  So few made it to that age.  Most retired to have families.  Too many fell victim to the miscreants they hunted.  Ocean City, though, had a near spotless record as far as Super Heroines went.  No Ocean City Super Heroine had ever been captured and killed on duty.  Fifteen vanished as their secret identities, so no one knew if their secrets were discovered or they simply got pregnant and lost their Powers.  Many Alpha Metas were too ashamed to tell anyone when they became pregnant, so just slipped off into the regular world never to be heard from again.

          “I have the dome in sight now,” Zephyr said as she reached the top of the coastal range.  The local football dome was below her, in the foothills east of the city.  “I’ll be there momentarily.”

          There was already someone standing atop the dome.  Using her mask, she identified her as Aqua Girl.  A bright white ball of lighting streaking toward the dome could only be Justice Girl.  She scanned for Sugar and Spice, but they were no where to be seen.

          “Gotcha!” a woman’s voice cried from behind.

          Slim but powerful arms wrapped around Zephyr from behind.  Surprised, she lost her wind and the two of them began to plummet.  Her assailant kissed her passionately on the ear and giggled.

          “Welcome to the team, babe,” she said.  She released Zephyr and spun around in front of her.  “Spice is the name.”

          The beautiful redhead winked and streaked away.  A second later another wrapped her arms around Zephyr and started lifting her up.

          “You’ll have to learn to recover faster than that, sweetie,” the new Super Heroine said, smiling mischievously.  “Spicy is always playing little jokes like that.”

          Sugar let her go and Zephyr started to fall again.  This time, she called up her wind and stopped falling within seconds.  Sugar and Spice hovered just twenty feet away, side by side.  For a second, they even reached out and clasped hands affectionately.  Then they turned their full mischievous attentions back to Zephyr.

          Sugar looked sweet as could be.  She had long white blonde hair and wore all white, with some pink ribbons and a pink choker.  Her costume was really just a lacy white teddy with pink ribbons, thigh boots and lacy white gloves.  Her eyes were a warm golden brown.

          Spice looked to be a saucy redhead, in the skimpiest costume Zephyr had ever seen.  It had to be outside of Sisterhood specs.  It was bright red, really just a thong bottom held together with metal rings at each hip, from which a pair of red bands ran up and over her neck and barely covered her breasts.  In truth, Zephyr saw no way for Spice to stay in her costume, unless she was glued in.  Black latex thigh boots, black choker, and black mask finished off her costume.  Spice was a rarity amongst the Sisterhood by not wearing gloves.  Fingerprints could be traced and used to identify them.

          “Pleased to meet you,” Zephyr said, smiling brightly.  “I’m sure we’ll all be great friends.”

          “Really?” Spice said.  Sugar and Spice shared a strange look.  Then they turned their attention back to Zephyr.  Spice moved closer, “How good of a friend do you want to be?”

          That was a known catch phrase among the Sisters.  Since they were one and all highly fertile, and pregnancy would strip them of their Super Powers, many Sisters chose to take up a lesbian lifestyle.  If Zephyr read Sugar and Spice correctly, they were lovers.

          “I’m straight,” Zephyr said.  “Sorry.  But we can still be friends.”

          “Of course!” they said in unison.

          “If you two are through molesting Zephyr, please escort her to the rendezvous spot,” Aqua Girl’s commanding voice said.

          Spice cut an annoyed look toward the dome.  Sugar frowned and blushed slightly.  Zephyr felt her own face heat up in embarrassment.  She hoped she wasn’t giving the Team Captain the wrong impression of her.

          “Hmm, El Capitan is getting impatient,” Sugar said.

          “Tell me something new,” Spice said.  She then brightened up and winked at Zephyr.  “Race you!”

          “Loser buys dinner!” Sugar said.

          Both Super Heroines streaked away instantly.  Zephyr watched in stunned silence.  They were very quick for Telekinetics.  Flying was known as a heavy strain for Alpha Meta’s with telekinetic Powers.  By the ease in which they propelled themselves, Zephyr knew they were extremely powerful.

          Zephyr called up her wind and pushed herself toward the dome as fast as she could.  She was faster than the two telekinetics, but they had a head start.  They landed atop the massive sports dome a full thirty seconds before Zephyr.

          “Zephyr’s buying dinner, girls,” Spice said victoriously.

          “What?  I was part of that bet?”

          “Yes,” the two telekinetics said in unison, evil smirks on both of their faces.

          “Oh.”

          “You two scare me,” Aqua Girl said, shaking her head woefully.  “You’re pranks will be the death of you.”

          Zephyr wasn’t surprised to see they got matching dark scowls.  They did so much in unison.  It was almost like they had a mental link, or they were twins.

          “I’m sorry, it’s my fault,” Zephyr said, trying to go to their rescue.

          “No it’s not,” Aqua Girl said.  “It’s my fault.  I should’ve foreseen them skyjacking you like that.  I apologize to you, Zephyr.”

          Zephyr was pleasantly surprised.  Aqua Girl had a no nonsense reputation.  She was one of the Sisterhood’s most respected crime fighters.  She’d received more civilian and law enforcement commendations than any other Super Heroine in the past six years.  She was practically a living legend.

          Aqua Girl was just that – Aqua.  Zephyr figured her to be about two inches taller than herself, at five foot five, with light brown hair and blue eyes.  Her costume was sexier than Zephyr would’ve thought, considering her severe reputation.  She wore an aqua-colored latex two piece, with white opera gloves and white latex thigh boots with garters hanging down to the boot tops.  Her mask and choker were aqua as well.

          Justice Girl’s red, white and blue costume was almost standard issue in its cut.  The bustier and boots look was the most common.  Zephyr hoped that didn’t mean a lack of imagination.  She was her mentor, after all.

          Aqua Girl shook her hand, then introduced her to Justice Girl.  As they shook hands, Zephyr was impressed by how honestly friendly Justice Girl seemed.  She was about five inches taller than Zephyr, and much better endowed.  Though, they were all pretty well endowed.  It was a trait of Alpha Metas - hourglass figures.

          “Welcome to the team, Zephyr.  We’re very happy to have you join us,” Justice Girl said, sapphire blue eyes atwinkle.  “I think you’re going to like it here.”

          “I think you’re right, Justice Girl.  I think you’re right.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

          Synnamon walked into the private boardroom, tall and proud.  She would not let the others in the room know how intimidated she truly felt.  She wore her costume, complete with Sisterhood issued mask, duly modified.  They all got a good view of her spectacular, five foot ten, 38D-25-36 body.

A collective gasp greeted her entrance.

          One of Amon Rodgers’ goons stood and pulled his pistol.  She reached out with her Power, seized the gun, jerked it out of his grasp and twisted it into a ball of useless steel.  Then she sent it back into his belly at high speed, doubling him up.

          She never missed a step in her arrogant strut across the room.

          “Cool your jets, boy,” Synnamon said.  “Amon, can’t you control your pets?”

          He eyed her darkly.  Synnamon hadn’t told them she was a Sister gone astray.  Such a thing was virtually unheard of in the world.  No one betrayed the Sisterhood.  No one left the Sisterhood with her Power intact.

          “You’re an Amazon,” he said.  “Sisterhood?”

          Synnamon stopped at the head of the table.  Amon Rodgers occupied the chair at the other end.  There were representatives of two other crime families and four street gangs.  Between them, they controlled ninety percent of the drugs, seventy percent of the prostitution and all of the crooked politicians in the city.  Synnamon was eager to harness that power and influence for her own purposes.

          “I was a Sister, but I parted company with them recently,” she said.  “As yet, they haven’t learned of the shift in alliance.”

          “To whom to you give your alliance?”

          “To Synnamon,” she said.  “I’m Synnamon, in case you haven’t figured it out yet.”

          There were thirty people around the table, including Synnamon and her people: Benny the Rock, Lolita Jenkins and Cain.  Cain was her bodyguard and intimidator.  Like Benny, he was a former mobster.  Both men worked for and were discarded by Amon Rodgers before she hired them.  Mr. Rodgers didn’t appear pleased to see them.

          “I don’t like Amazons, Ms. Synnamon.  I don’t like them at all,” Amon said.  He leaned forward and glared at her.  “I’m very displeased about being brought here under false pretenses.  Someone will pay for that, Ms. Synnamon.  I promise you that.”

          “Are you threatening me, Mr. Rodgers?”

          “Just making a statement of fact, Ms. Synnamon.”

          “Hmm,” she said, frowning.  “Presumptuous.”

          Synnamon concentrated on the goon that pulled the gun.  She pinched his air pipe closed.  Within seconds he appeared distressed.  Ten seconds had him clawing at his throat.  Twenty seconds found him writhing on the floor, unable to even gasp for air.  In less than a minute he was unconscious on the floor.  Synnamon ended it by quickly crushing his heart, though no one knew it but her.

          “That’s was just to show you I enjoy killing slowly, though that was too fast to enjoy,” Synnamon said.  “I can also kill instantly.”

          The necks of Amon Rodgers’ two remaining bodyguards snapped and they collapsed behind him.  They didn’t even have time to reach for their weapons.

          “If I so much as think any of you want to do me bodily harm after this meeting, then you will die,” she said.  “I suggest you keep an open mind, ladies and gentlemen.”

          Amon Rodgers glanced at the dead men to either side of him.  His men.  Killed quickly and with ease.  There was no defense against such an attack.  He couldn’t do much except clear his throat, straighten his tie and listen to the rogue Amazon.  Synnamon smiled when resignation tainted his tough expression.

          “So,” he said.  “Ms. Synnamon, why have you called this meeting?  My understanding is you want to create a syndicate.  I assume you would want to lead the ensuing organization.”

          “You assume correctly, Mr. Rodgers,” she said.

          “Call me Amon.”

          “And you can call me Synnamon,” she said, well pleased.  “All of you can.”

          “Why should we follow you?” Damian Gregory said.  He led one of the street gangs – The Demons.  They controlled a large portion of the drugs and almost half of the streetwalkers and pimps.  “We’re doing fine without you.”

          “Fine without me?  Really?” Synnamon said.  “Is that the general consensus?”

          To a man, they nodded yes.

          “Truly?  Hmm, then Damian, tell me what happened on Maple Street last week?” she said.  The Demons were caught by Aqua Girl and Justice Girl with a cocaine cache.  It was a loss of twenty million, and six members of the gang.  Two of their brothers were killed by Aqua Girl in the ensuing fight.  “Tell us all how you neutralize Amazons?”

          He didn’t have an answer to that.  None of them did.

          “I am an Amazon.  Trained by the Sisterhood,” she said.  “I know their ways.  I know their weaknesses.  If you accept me as your leader, if you support me and obey me in all things, I’ll take care of the vigilante vixens, once and for all.”

          “How?” Amon said.

          Synnamon smiled wickedly.  She had plans.  She had ways.

          “The how is my concern, Amon.  Are you in?”

          “I want proof you can deliver,” he said.  Others nodded.  She had anticipated this.  “Can you prove your ability to take out Amazons?”

          “Which one do you want?” she said.  Her brown eyes twinkled.  “Name one Super Heroine, and I will deliver her to you dead or alive.  Your choice.”

          Hard dark, dark brown eyes glinted.  Fists closed and men got grim looks on their faces.  All of the local Super Heroines had terrorized them at one time or another.  But some were more active, more committed in their zeal to crush crime.

          “Aqua Girl,” Amon said.  Damian Gregory nodded agreement.  “Deliver Aqua Girl to me, alive, and I will follow you, Synnamon.”

          She quickly got a consensus.  They all agreed to join her criminal organization if she could deliver Aqua Girl to them: alive.

          “Gentlemen, she will be delivered before the week is over.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

          It wasn’t as easy as it looked.  Aqua Girl soared high above Ocean City, riding her “water board.”  In effect, she used her Power over water to create a rock hard surfboard to ride through the sky upon.  People liked their Super Heroines to fly.  It was harder for her than most.  Alpha Metas like Justice Girl and the newcomer, Zephyr, couldn’t understand the strain of it.  Their Powers allowed them to fly about practically effortlessly.  Aqua Girl suspected Sugar and Spice, telekinetics, would better understand her difficulty, though they seemed extraordinarily gifted in that area for women with their Powers.

          “Whoa!” she said, bringing her water board to a halt.

          A warehouse district near the docks caught her attention.  People were running all over the place near one of the warehouses.  She pressed a button on her mask.  A holographic crosshairs came up before her blue eyes.  Placing the crosshairs over the warehouse, she pressed another hidden button.  Information on the warehouse, such as owner and what was usually stored in it, scrolled at the bottom of her vision below the crosshairs.

          “Synn-Bar Transglobal Shipping, LTD,” she muttered as she read.  “Used to store export goods.  Mostly produce.”

          She loosened her mental grip on the forces holding the water board up.  It started dropping.  Slight mental pushes and tugs guided her toward the commotion.  At first she wasn’t too concerned.  Dockworkers were always getting into scuffles over minor incidents.  She doubted she’d be needed, but then one of the men looked up and pointed at her.  He shouted something, and the lot of them raced into the warehouse.

          Aqua Girl’s interest was aroused.

          Within seconds she landed before the now closed door into the warehouse.  A quick glance showed plenty of water to utilize.  It had rained the night before.  Not much, but she could do a lot with very little.

          The door was locked.  She frowned.  Very suspicious.

          Aqua Girl pressed a button on her mask.  A holo pop up appeared showing that Justice Girl and Zephyr were on duty.  Sugar and Spice weren’t expected back for three days.  It was their “weekend.”

          “Hey, Justice Girl,” Aqua Girl said, pressing the comm button on her mask.  “I’m going to check out a suspicious disturbance down here on the docks.  After that, I’m going to call it a day.  OK with you?”

          “Cool, boss,” Justice Girl said.  “You need backup?”

          She bristled.  Aqua Girl never needed backup.  She single-handedly took down Jason Rodgers of the Rodgers crime family, and sixteen of his goons, just two weeks back.  She was forced to kill the young Mr. Rodgers and three others.  They were going to kill their hostage, an elderly security guard.  It was the most men she’d killed in a single incident.

          City, state and federal agencies were all planning to honor her with awards later that month for what she did that day.  Aqua Girl was of mixed emotions about that.  She hated to kill, but sometimes it couldn’t be avoided.  But to be honored for it irked her, but the Sisterhood needed the positive publicity.

          “It’s all a damn PR game with the criminals these days,” she grumbled.  “They learn too fast.”

          Criminals were going out of their way to win the admiration and approval of the general public.  They committed their crimes with style and panache.  Many tried to be “Robin Hood” figures, as well.  People loved a good criminal.

          “That’s a negative, Justice Girl,” she responded.  “I don’t need a glory hog stealing my thunder here.”

          She grinned when Justice Girl wished her luck and a good night off, chuckling the whole time.  Justice Girl was just so damn sweet and understanding.  No wonder everyone loved her so much.

          “Aqua out.”

          She cut the communication and used her Power to form up another water board.  Stepping atop it, she lifted it up to the top of the warehouse.  Aqua Girl quickly found a trap door on the flat roof and it wasn’t secure.  Opening it, she found the lights out inside.

          “I see we’re going to do this the hard way,” she said.

          The water board altered its shape to drop through the trapdoor.  She couldn’t see anything for several seconds, then her eyes adjusted to the scant light leaking into the aging warehouse.  Even then she couldn’t see anything, so switched on her mask’s IR.

          Aqua Girl spotted the men huddled around the door.  There were about fifteen.  She’d thought there were more men involved than that, but didn’t see any others.

          Ten feet behind the nervously quiet men were a jumble of large wooden crates.  The odor of rotting bananas assaulted her nose, so she could guess what was in them and why they were left behind.  The rest of the building looked empty.

          “You boys looking for me?” Aqua Girl said as she landed.

          The water board dissolved beneath her stiletto-heeled feet and set her softly on the hard concrete.  She kept the water in her control, ready for use in an instant.

          “Aqua Girl!” one of them cried, eyes wide in shock.  “What are you doing here?  We ain’t doing nothing wrong.”

          “Then why did you run when you saw me?  Why are you hiding in here?  Why are you defending that door so well?”

          “Huh?”

          Aqua Girl grinned fiercely.  Dumb criminals amused her.  Her amusement wouldn’t save them from her wrath, or from justice.  She would let the police and District Attorney decide if anything needed to be done with them, after she determined what the disturbance was about.

          “What are you boys up to?” Aqua Girl asked.

          “Waiting.”

          They all nodded.  That annoyed her.  None of them seemed overly concerned now.  Perhaps they really weren’t up to any criminal activities.  Then she would be wasting her valuable time.  It wouldn’t be the first time men had lured a Super Heroine in by feigning nefarious activities, just to win a wager or see a Super Heroine up close.

          In fact, they were becoming increasingly amused and pleased with themselves.  She gave them all a stern look, which only went to further their pleasure.

          The slightest of sounds from behind alerted her.  Aqua Girl stepped forward and to the left before spinning around.  She found another ten men creeping up on her, all armed with baseball bats.

          Everyone froze in place a moment.

          “Thought you were going to beat me into submission, did you?” she said, blue eyes flashing.  “Well, take this!”

          Aqua Girl pulled up water and formed them into rock hard projectiles.  She had them streaking toward her would-be attackers in an instant.  Within seconds men were knocked off their feet and the air filled with cries of rage, pain and fear.

          Unfortunately, she forgot about the fifteen men at the door, and now behind her.  They reminded her of their presence by grabbing her from behind.  She was grabbed by her long light brown hair and yanked off her feet. Startled, she lost control of her water.

          “Pound her down!”

          Booted feet smashed her from head to heels.  Someone stomped down on her stomach, knocking her wind out.  Gasping, she struggled to her knees and tried to rise.

          Then men with bats arrived.  They proved too much even for the legendary Aqua Girl to withstand.  Within minutes she was sprawled out on the floor at their feet.

          Still conscious, but barely, she felt them roll her over onto her back.  There was a moment of congratulations shared, in which she prayed they continue long enough for her to recover.  She was recovering fast.  Alpha Metas were tough as nails, and recovered with superhuman speed.

          “Hey, you boys wanna see some amazon tits?” someone said.

          “No,” Aqua Girl groaned weakly.

          She tried to move, but her arms and legs were still unresponsive.  All she managed was to writhe helpless before them.

          One of the men dropped down hard with one knee into her belly.  What little wind she’d managed to recover was forced out again.  The pain forced another groan out of her lips.  Two others seized her arms and knelt on her wrists, pressing them painfully into the cold concrete floor.  The pain helped to clear her mind.  The need to regain her wind gave her something to focus on beside what the man was doing.

          What he was doing was enjoying himself immensely fondling her through her thin, scanty costume.  After several minutes of rough fondling he grabbed hold of her top between her breasts and began to pull up.  Her tits fell out immediately, to cheers from the surrounding men.  Then a few seconds and some hard pulling, and her top gave and vanished into the crowd.

          Some pervert’s souvenir, no doubt, she thought darkly.

          Realizing no one was holding down her legs, Aqua Girl whipped them up and crossed her ankles below her assailant’s chin.  She locked eyes with him, then used all her superhuman strength to slam him back down into the unforgiving concrete.

          “Ouch, bet that hurt!” Aqua Girl said, grinning.

          She expected them to jump back in shock.  Instead one of them clubbed her upside the head.  She was dazed again.

          Aqua Girl was flipped back onto her belly again.  Her arms were pulled back and bound tightly.  Someone bound her ankles and then tied her knees together.  That all done, she was pulled to her feet and balanced precariously upon her five-inch stilettos.

          “Ropes look good on you, Aqua Girl,” a vaguely familiar voice said.

          Shaking her head, she cleared her vision long enough to see her old enemy grinning victoriously at her.

          “Amon Rodgers!”

          “Hello, Aqua Girl.  I’ve longed for this moment for six years,” Amon said.  “I’ve worked extra hard to see it come to pass since the day you murdered my son.”

          “It wasn’t murder,” she said groggily.  She was recovering quickly, but didn’t want them to know that.  If they popped her in the head again, she would be lost for sure.  “Self-defense.  He was going to kill that innocent security guard.”

          His hate filled eyes glared at her.  At six three, he towered over her five foot five frame, even in the high heels.  It was always intimidating to be forced to look up into a man’s eyes, super powers or not.

          As men went, Amon Rodgers wasn’t particularly remarkable.  He was tall, dark and dangerous looking, despite the gray starting to show in his dark brown hair.

          “Be careful, Amon,” a woman said.

          Aqua Girl looked past the crime lord and saw a strikingly beautiful woman in a coppery, metallic looking catsuit, with gold thigh boots and opera gloves.  She wore a mask that Aqua Girl recognized as Sisterhood issue.

          “Who are you?”

          “Synnamon,” she said proudly.  “I set this little ambush up.”  She grew a bit annoyed, glancing at Amon Rodgers with hostile brown eyes.  “But I didn’t know how reckless and foolish my companions would prove to be.”

          “We got her,” Amon said, all too happily.

          “Not yet,” Synnamon said.  “Don’t forget her Powers are still viable.”

          “Yes,” Aqua Girl said.

          Amon Rodgers froze in place.  She smiled wickedly at him.  All the while, she was using her Power to call up all available water and form it into formidable weapons to use against her attackers.

          Amon Rodgers was first.

          A rock hard ball of water the size of a baseball struck him between the eyes.  The crime lord dropped bonelessly to the floor before his men’s startled eyes.  Before they could recover, she had twenty more similar balls of water battering the men around her.

          Within seconds Aqua Girl was free standing alone, teetering.  She locked eyes with Synnamon for a bare instantly, then sent a sharp stiletto of hardened water straight at the rogue amazon.  Synnamon ducked and slipped into the crowd of jostling men.

          Aqua Girl took her moment of respite to create a knife of water to cut her bonds.  At the same time, she was using the moisture within the ropes to help tear them to pieces.  Then as soon as she was free of the ropes, Aqua Girl charged the men and started kicking and punching them to the ground.  An Alpha Meta woman possessed ten times the strength of the average man, pound for pound.  They couldn’t take more than a punch or kick or two from her before them were out.

          Within moments, Aqua Girl was smeared in the blood of her enemies.  Many of them were fighting to get out the nearby door.  She used her Power to send numerous sharp, nail sized projectiles into their thighs and calves.  Men were dropping like wheat beneath a sickle when she spotted Amon Rodgers trying to crawl away.

          “Not so fast, Mr. Amon Rodgers!” Aqua Girl cried.

          She made water wrap around his wrists and lift him into the air.  His feet were a good foot off the floor.  She then propelled him into the wall with some force.  His wind was knocked out.

          “Some of your own medicine,” Aqua Girl said.  Her lungs still weren’t completely recovered from having the wind knocked out, twice.  “But that is the least of your concerns.”

          “Kill her!” Amon Rodgers cried.

          “Bad decision,” she said, and sent a gallon of blood and water to wrap around his face, gagging his mouth.  He obviously breathed in a bit the way he hacked immediately afterwards.  “Breath through your nose, dick wad.”

          Two men to her right pulled pistols.  She pulled up bloody water and formed a shield between her and them.  They emptied her guns into the hard liquid shield to no avail.  Then when they paused to reload, she changed the shield into a weapon and threw it at them.  It transformed into an octopus like blob, with a dozen tendrils of bloody water.  Tendrils wrapped around the two men and wretched the arms that held the pistols.  She heard one of the men’s arm snap.

          “Poor baby,” she said, pouting prettily for a second before turning her attention to the other men still surrounding her.  Few looked interested in tangling with her, but they couldn’t just desert their boss.  “You boys ready to end this now?”

          There were just six left standing, not including the Alpha Meta called Synnamon and another young beauty hanging way back near the jumbled crates.  The hardened spikes of water she propelled at Synnamon slammed into a crate the other Alpha Meta pulled up to counter with her Powers.

          “Ah, a telekinetic.”

          Synnamon’s telekinetic powers couldn’t save the others.  Aqua Girl decided to take everyone else out, then deal with the rogue Sister.  Blood and water formed up into balls again, and began hammering the six remaining thugs.  Within a minute they were all down and out.

          “Release Amon Rodgers and go while you still can,” Synnamon said.

          Aqua Girl eyed her warily.  Synnamon was an unknown power.  The pretty little thing cowering behind her was harmless.  No one else was free to threaten Aqua Girl.

          “I suggest you surrender, Synnamon,” Aqua Girl said.  “Perhaps the judge will go light on you if you cooperate.”

          Synnamon laughed.  It was a beautiful laugh.

          “Actually, I thought you might want to surrender, Aqua Girl,” Synnamon said.  “You can’t escape.  But if you surrender and cooperate, then I’ll be merciful.”

          A quick glance didn’t find anyone else present.  Aqua Girl knew no simple telekinetic Power could take her down.  She was an extremely powerful Water Power.  If necessary, she could use the water in Synnamon’s own body to tear her apart.

          “I neither need nor want your mercy, Synnamon,” Aqua Girl said.

          “Have it your way,” Synnamon said.  “Lolita, if you please.”

          Aqua Girl cut a glance toward the other woman, but she wasn’t there.  She felt a moment of panic.  Then a sharp crack of compressed air echoed in the warehouse.  An instant later she felt the sting of the dart in her bare rump cheek.

          Reaching down, Aqua Girl pulled out a gold and copper feathered dart.  The tiny reservoir behind the needle was empty.

          “Oh!” Aqua Girl said.  “This can’t be good.”

          Two seconds later her ability to control her Power vanished.  Amon Rodgers fell to the floor as the water bonds that held him washed away.  Aqua Girl looked numbly at his distressed face as he hacked up bloody water.  God only knew how he’d exact his vengeance on her.

          Blackness began creep in at the fringes of her vision as the insidious drug took effect.  Her knees began to wobble and she dropped to one knee.  Aqua Girl swallowed hard and tried to steady her racing heart.  Her Powers were gone now.  She doubted she’d live to use them again.  The Super Heroine’s only concern was how well she’d die.

          “You’re right.  It doesn’t look good for you, Aqua Girl,” Synnamon said.

          The rogue amazon began a slow strut toward her.  Aqua Girl tried to stand and face her super powered enemy, but instead fell to all fours.  Two pair of stiletto heels tap tapped toward her.  Synnamon and Lolita.

          The two women knelt to either side of Aqua Girl.  Lolita’s perfume was sweet and enticing.  Synnamon lifted Aqua Girl’s face and kissed her softly on the lips.  Then more deeply.

          "Mmmmmm," Aqua Girl groaned as their full, firm lips met.  She'd always considered herself asexual, and not the least bit interested in men or women.  But that greasy lipstick kiss was Heavenly, especially when Synnamon's lips began to slid all over hers.  Indeed, if felt so good, so right she believed there had to be an aphrodisiac in the drug the duped her with.  "Uuuuummmmmm."

          Synnamon’s hot tongue penetrated her lips and went past her teeth as Lolita’s delicate fingers pulled her costume’s bottom to one side.  Long-nailed fingers began to probe her most intimately as her captors' efforts seemed to revive her senses.  The pretty woman quickly found Aqua Girl's clit, and went to work.

          “Oh!” Aqua Girl gasped.  A chill shook her body as a wet warmth formed between her legs.  Butterflies began rioting deep her in belly, and she knew that wasn't good for her either.  "So weak.  Mercy."

          "Lolita, be a doll and remove Aqua Girl's bottoms," Synnamon said.

          The sexy Super Heroine's clit got a moment's respite while Lolita unfastened the garters from the top of the latex thigh boot, then pulled the aqua colored latex bikini bottom down to her knees.  Then Lolita pulled her ass cheeks wide and buried her face in the crack.

          "Oh my LORD!" Aqua Girl cried as Lolita began to lick and suck on her pussy lips and Synnamon began sucking hard on a hypersensitive nipple.  Her shapely body changed quickly, with her rising lust and need burning away the butterflies to leave her body trembling with suppressed need and want.  "Oh!  I'm going to come if you don't stop right now!  Don't do this to me.  I'm a respected Super Heroine!"  They didn't relent, and a moment later she felt that scary, wonderful liquid heat transform and the unstoppable rush to climax explode deep inside.  "Oh God!  Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

          Synnamon kissed, licked, sucked and fondled her lips, neck and tits with even more enthusiasm, all while Lolita sucked and licked Aqua Girl's clit in the most wonderful way.  Within minutes the super sexy Super Heroine was making tiny animal noises, back arched and nipples rock hard, trying hard to stop that second emotionally devastating climax.

          The battered and angry men gathered around in a circle to watch their most hated enemy being defeated, thoroughly debauched and tamed.  They had the most frightening looks of hunger and victory in their eyes.

          While the two women drove her wild with their fingers, tongues and lips, Aqua Girl felt her arms pulled back, and her wrists bound tightly to the opposite arm's elbow.  Very uncomfortable.  Looking back over her shoulder, she found it was Amon that bound her arms.  He was smiling with a scary smile of victory on his face, and a very dark glint in his dark eyes.

          "Y-you want...ooh...get away with this," Aqua Girl groaned.

          "Wanna bet," he said.

          And the second climax struck.

          "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!  Oh, God, it feels too good!  Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried.

          Lolita moved out of the way and Amon dropped to his knees behind the vanquished vigilante.  Her big blue eyes widened as she heard him unzip.  She was thirty-two and still a virgin.  It was a point of intense pride for her.  She guarded her virginity jealously for so long, only to have it taken away so unfairly.

          "You're having way too much fun without me, Aqua Slut," Amon sneered.  "Now it's my turn to get my rocks off, and maybe even put you over the top."

          "O-Oh-ver the top?"

          "Yes.  I intend to TAME you tonight," Amon whispered into her ear as his thick fingers began exploring her exposed and vulnerable twat.  "Then I'm going to turn you into my person whore slut."

          Aqua Girl's jaw dropped.  That fate never occurred to her.  Suddenly death didn't seem so frightening.  At least not as frightening as being Amon Rodgers' personal sex slave.

          "When...oh...my friends find out what you've done to me," Aqua Girl groaned out.  "Then you are toast."

          "Sounds sexy," Synnamon purred, releasing her nipple finally.  "I hope Justice Girl comes looking first.  I have sexy, erotic plans for that tasty tart."

          The vision of Justice Girl, stripped and being ravaged by that wicked traitor and those evil criminals flashed before her mind's eye.  Not Justice Girl.  Of all the Super Heroines Aqua Girl had met in her long, storied career, Justice Girl was the sweetest, most honest and caring one of them all.  To destroy her would be the ultimate sin.

          Then she forgot all about Justice Girl, for Amon guided his erect cock straight up to her trembling twat.  Her big blue eyes went wide and she gasped.

          "No!  Please don't!" she cried.  "I took a vow of celibacy!  I'm a virgin, and have to remain one."

          "A virgin?" Amon said, then grinned wickedly.  "Great!  I get to deflower Aqua Girl!"

          "No!  You must respect my -- Aaagghhh!" she cried, suddenly frozen with shock and pain as Amon's brutal cock rammed deep into her pussy, ripping her hymen to shreds.  "Oh God, they've dishonored me!"  Then Amon began pumping his cock in and out of her hot, trembling cunt and she just closed her eyes and groaned wantonly, "Uuuuugggghhhhhhh!"

          Within seconds of penetration Amon had scrambled Aqua Girl's mind.  Everything was spinning, and her will to fight them was fizzling away.  Suddenly, the idea of being Amon's personal cock candy didn't seem that bad of a prospect.

          "Must...must be strong," she whispered desperately, feeling her self-control crumbling, dying.  She was already so close to another orgasm.  She was still fighting it, weakly, but part of her didn't want to anymore.  Part of her wanted to enjoy that most intense of pleasures again and again and again.  "Must remain...aaiii...remain true to myself."

          Synnamon laughed, gave both of her erect nipples vicious twists and moved aside.  Damian took her place, standing before Aqua Girl and glaring down at her hatefully.  Then a measure of lust entered his eyes, and he unzipped.  That sound got her attention, and Aqua Girl opened her eyes to find him pulling out a ten inch black cock.

          "Oh," she said, astonished.  "So big."

          His left hand seized her silky soft brown hair and held her face in place.  Then he guided his cock head to her lips, and rubbed it all over and around her full lips, before rubbing his cock all over her beautiful, masked face.  She accepted that treatment slack-jawed, not believing her life and career would end like that, and not believing how rancid his cock and balls smelled.  Did he ever wash them?  Then, after a few minutes of cock rubbing, he pressed the head of that dick to her lips.

          "Kiss it, Aqua Whore."

          The statuesque Super Heroine pressed her lips to the cock head and gave his a deep kiss, then licked the head.  She cut her eyes up, locked eyes with Damian's victorious brown eyes, and sucked him into her mouth.

          "Mmmmmm," she groaned, mouth watering as she eagerly sucked on that cock, her head bobbing up and down that long, thick black shaft.

          "Lick, Aqua Bitch," Damian growled.  The vivacious vigilante vixen pulled herself off his cock, and ran her tongue up and down his hard shaft for a long moment, then she wrapped her full lips around his cock head again, eager to start sucking some more.  But he had other plans.  "No.  Lick and suck my balls."

          So, the sexy Super Heroine started licking his huge, hairy balls.  Whatever nasty had coated his cock before she licked it off, was double coating his balls.  It was doubly hard, since Amon was driving her crazy wild by fucking her so hard and long.

          "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" she cried, climaxing, then returned to licking and sucking Damian's balls.

          "Look at her go," Damian sneered.

          "Yeah, this proves she was a suppressed whore all this time," Amon said contemptuously.  "I caught the Super Heroine Ms Justice about thirty years ago, and damn if she wasn't a raging slut, too.  I fucked her for sixteen years before I strangled her and had her stuffed for my trophy room.  She's on display, in full costume and mask, in my trophy room right now."

          Thinking about that past victory and enjoying his current one was too much for Amon.  He exploded deep within Aqua Girl's belly, creaming her good.  She groaned, writhed and bucked, then climaxed.

          "Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhh!" she screamed with a mouthful of hairy ball.  She felt Amon pull out, and another man take his place up her cunt.  "Mmmmmmmm."

          The new man was one of Amon's bodyguards, and he was as well endowed at Damian.  It felt divine having his monster cock up her pussy, hammering her into submission mercilessly.

          After Aqua Girl licked and sucked Damian's balls to his satisfaction, he let her start sucking his dick again.  It wasn't long before he ballooned her cheeks with a mouthful and a half of creamy, hot cum.  She swallowed, but a lot dribbled out around his cock and dripped all over her bouncing tits.

          After that, Aqua Girl spent the rest of the night servicing all the men, and both women.  Over and over.  Every orifice of her luscious body was reamed out good.

          At some point she realized they'd been filming her for some time.  Shortly after that realization, their efforts took a darker turn.  Bondage.  Whipping.  And other, most insidious tortures.  All caught on tape.

          Then they unmasked her and it really went from bad to worse.  Just after dawn, covered in drying cum and laying face down on the concrete floor, Aqua Girl felt someone yank her head up and back by her hair.  It was Synnamon.  She promptly pressed a chloroform soaked clothe to her face.  The intoxicating fumes instantly scrambled her brain.

          “I knew you were a born slut,” Synnamon whispered in her ear.  “When you wake up, you'll be Amon's person sex slave.  His shapely cock candy girl.  Have fun.”

          "Mmmm," Aqua Girl groaned, feeling herself slip into la-la land.  She understood it was the end of the line for her.  If Amon didn't kill her outright, she'd spend many long years servicing him and his goons in the most degrading, base ways imaginable.  "Mmmmm."

          The darkness took Aqua Girl.