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Chapters 21 through 26
Justice Girl knelt on the cold tile floor next to the
toilet. Benny had already let her
relieve herself. He’d pulled off her
boots and gloves. Now he was getting the
shower ready.
She was not handcuffed for once. She was tamed.
The thought of being tamed was the most humiliating thing
that happened to her so far. But what
could she do? Zephyr’s life depended
upon her acceptance of her fate, depended upon her absolute obedience. And God how they were
taking advantage of that promise.
She endured four sessions with Zephyr: shower, S&M and
heavy spanking, photo shoot of them 69ing each other, and the last session
where local gangbangers gang banged their mouths while
they were linked by vibrating dildos.
Then, on top of that, she was photographed having the wickedest,
kinkiest sex with four men and two women.
Then there were her three submission video shoots with Synnamon, Sugar
and Spice, in that order. And finally,
the four hour live session where she was generally abused and sexually
assaulted in accordance with suggestions by the “viewers.”
She had the dubious honor of being the most beloved and
most hated of all the Super Heroines, Synnamon told her. She always knew she was popular. Very popular among teenage
boys and young men between 18 and 35.
The scandal sheets, newspapers and television networks were always
conducting polls. People felt obliged to
inform her of all the results.
“Jump in, Jugs,” Benny said.
He was ready for trouble.
It was the first time he didn’t cuff her. She slanted a glance at the door. She suspected one of the Alpha Metas was
outside waiting for her to cause trouble.
That was just the kind of sick thing Spice would come up with.
The shower was cold.
Benny didn’t use any hot water.
Because he liked shocking her system, and he liked what it did to her
tits and nipples. He was a sick bastard.
With a deep sigh, she stood and walked to the shower. She paused.
She could feel the cold radiating from it. Cold mist taunted her hot skin. A testing hand found it felt colder than
normal.
“You’re trying to kill me, Benny,” she said.
He grinned and placed his hand in the small of her
back. A possessive
gesture. He applied pressure,
wanting her to hurry and get it over with.
She had an idea.
“Benny,” she purred, smiling wantonly. “Why don’t you join me?”
She’d have to have sex with him, but he would fuck her
after the shower anyway. He always
did. Benny never touched her while she
was covered in other men’s cum. It
disgusted him. Besides, she was sure
he’d turn on the hot water if he was in there.
Benny hesitated, eyeing her speculatively. Finally he nodded and grinned.
“OK, Jugs. I will,”
he said, starting to take off his shirt.
“Get in first.”
“What about the cold water?
Aren’t you going to turn on the hot water?”
“Naw,” he said, grinning.
“I grew up so poor we lived in a cold water
flat. I took cold showers all my
life. Don’t like hot showers
one bit.”
<Fuck me!> she thought and stepped
into the shower.
The cold water was like a punch in the gut. She felt her shin immediately go taut. Benny’s eyes dropped to her tits, which were
performing as expected. The audience was
appreciative.
“Rinse off all that nastiness
while I undress,” he said.
Justice Girl did as ordered. At least this time she was allowed to do it
without being cuffed. Then she heard it.
It was like a shot in the dark. Spice’s voice, down the
hall. Sugar’s
laughter. Then Synnamon’s voice
joined the chorus, and they were all silenced by the closing of a door. No one was outside the bathroom door. No one could stop her escape. Even drugged, she was stronger than Benny or
anyone save the villainous amazons. All
she needed to know was Zephyr’s location.
If Sugar was still down here, then so was Zephyr. Paulie was bathing Zephyr, but where?
Benny joined her then.
“This is going to be great,” he said, eyes afire.
It was the most excited she’d seen him since the first time
he fucked her. He didn’t waste
time. Benny picked up the soap. She was shocked, thinking he would grab her
first. But he was just being Benny, she
realized, when he started lathering up her tits, shoulders and belly. First things first, clean off all that cum
from other men. Then fuck her stupid.
“Oh, Benny, I’ve never had a man bathe me before,” she
cooed.
She tried to kiss him, but he stopped her. Instead, he shoved a soapy washcloth in her
face and scrubbed her clean. Next, he
made her kneel in the shower and he started washing her long golden hair.
“God, that feels so great.
You don’t know how great it is to feel a strong man’s hands on my body,
in my hair,” she said wistfully. “And to
be clean again is divine.”
“Uh hmm.”
He was too intent on getting her clean enough to fuck. She figured it was the perfect time.
“So, where does Paulie take Zephyr? I guess this isn’t the only shower, since we
neither wait for them to finish, nor vise-versa,” she said.
“He takes her to another bathroom,” he said.
He was finished with her hair. His cock was fully erect in anticipation of
pleasures to come. And if he didn’t get
more forthcoming with information real quick, then he’d get those
pleasures. She absolutely could not
escape without Zephyr. Synnamon would
kill Zephyr, probably immediately.
“Where’s that other bathroom?” she said. “I’ve only seen
this one.”
Benny moved in front of her, smiling down at her. His big, thick cock was poking her in the
face.
Benny wasn’t subtle.
Justice Girl accepted her setback and took the cock in
hand. Despite her personal hatred of
Benny, he did have the best cock of the group.
He was butt ugly, burly and hairy to the extreme, but he had one great
cock. And he could keep it erect for
hours on end. Hence
Benny the Rock.
She locked eyes with him, opened her mouth and very slowly
took him in. She took her time sucking
and licking the head of his dick. He
liked head a lot, but he truly loved deep throat. Justice Girl had sucked him off so many times
since her capture she knew how to play this organ very well.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, she sucked him deep into
her mouth. Not quite deep throat, but
enough to make him gasp. She worked his
dick with long, slow strokes for a moment, feeling him building in excitement. Then when she was ready to deep throat him,
which would cause him to cum, he pulled away.
“What?” she said, confused. He’d never done that before. “Wasn’t it good?”
She knew it was the best she’d given him so far. She wanted him to be happy. Justice Girl wanted him to be free with the
info. She wanted to know Zephyr’s
location.
“It was too good, Jugs,” he said, breathless. Then his eyes dropped below her
shoulders. “I want to titty fuck
you. Lay back.”
She mentally groaned.
This would take longer. Paulie
only had thirty minutes to clean up and molest Zephyr. If Benny took up the whole time fucking her
she’d lose her opportunity. Upstairs, it
wasn’t likely they’d meet. She’d
overheard Mr. Minks discussing his plans for them with Sugar and Spice.
<I’m losing my window of opportunity here.>
Justice Girl stretched out on the cold tiles of the walk in
shower. Benny straddled her waist, eased
up a bit, and dropped his heavy cock between her wet boobs. The cold water was coming down right on her
tits. The nipples were rock hard, as was
his cock.
“Oh, yes,” Justice Girl faked pleasure. “Fuck my tits long and hard, Benny. Cum in my face and put me back in my place.”
That was it. Benny’s
cock got noticeably harder. She placed
her hands to either side of her heavy breasts and pushed them together
tightly. He placed his hands over hers,
and started pumping.
“Oh, baby, you’re the man, Benny,” she breathed
passionately. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck my titties.”
“Yes,” Benny said.
“Where’s Zephyr,” she asked. “I’d love her to lick off your cum.”
“Other bathroom,” he gasped.
Shit.
Then, “I love you, Benny.”
That startled him.
His wad blasted out, spewing all over her lips, chin and neck, and
filling her cleavage with the second and third ejaculations as he continued to
pump away at her tits.
“Mmm, delish,” Justice Girl
purred, licking the cum off her lips and chin. “I really would like Zephyr to lick the rest
off. How far is that other bathroom.”
“Damn, Jugs, you’re obsessed with her, aren’t you?” he
said. “Can’t happen. She’s all the way around on the other end the
hallway. Big U under
the Mansion. Besides, Paulie has
to get her cleaned up and to Sugar. No
time.”
“Thank you,” Justice Girl said.
She grabbed his balls and squeezed them together, and
twisted. Then she shoved his head
straight back into the wall before he could scream. Moments later, Benny was tightly bound and
gagged. She left him in the running
shower.
“At least I know you want be fucking anyone for a while,”
she growled.
After Benny was taken care of, Justice Girl washed off his
cum and toweled dry. She was back in
costume in no time, and feeling good for the first time since capture.
Justice Girl pressed her ear to the door and listened
carefully. Nothing. She eased the door opened and looked. The hallway was clear. She could hear Synnamon’s muted voice down
the hall, opposite from the direction she was headed.
<My
luck is holding out.>
Her only real regret was this couldn’t happen before she
received her evening shot. She could
really use her Power right about now. If
anyone spotted her she had little chance of escape.
It took longer than anticipated, but soon enough she was
outside the other bathroom. Taking a
deep breath, she slowly opened the door and prepared to jump Paulie from
behind. Instead, she found him bound and
gagged, with a toilet brush up his butt.
<Wish I’d thought of that,> she
thought.
Zephyr was gone.
Paulie was still out cold. Shame,
for she’d have liked nothing better than kick him unconscious again. He wasn’t gentle the two times he fucked her.
<Zephyr, where have you gone?>
There was only one place she could’ve gone. Upstairs into the Mansion. There would be phones up there. That could be the only reason she didn’t come
looking for her.
<Zephyr is calling the Police.>
Just in case, Justice Girl knew she had to call the Police,
too. There was always a chance one of
them would be caught before she could make the call. But if both went for a phone, then at least
one of them would reach the Police.
Beside, two 911 calls would be even better.
She recalled overhearing Mr. Minks tell Synnamon the only
way into the house above was by way of the elevator, and his guests didn’t have
access to that elevator. So she hurried
back to the elevator.
Her luck held, and she pressed the UP button. She heard the elevator started coming
down. It sounded frighteningly
loud. She swore the sound echoed through
the whole basement area. Justice Girl
just knew Synnamon and company would be charging out any second. But the elevator opened without anyone seeing
her.
The elevator only went between two floors. When the door opened, she found an
unconscious guard sprawled before it. Zephyr’s work, no doubt.
Justice Girl felt a thrill of pride course through her body
at the thought. Zephyr was showing her
metal. She was one tough cookie.
“Way to go, Sister,” she whispered, and stepped over the
guard.
There were two directions to go. She tried to figure which way Zephyr would’ve
chosen, and go the other way.
Then an alarm went off in the basement. She could barely hear it.
A tinny voice came from the unconscious man. She didn’t realize Mr. Minks' goons were
linked with radios.
“The love birds are loose.
Find them, now,” Mr. Minks’ voice said.
Justice Girl felt panic rising. They were well-armed goons. She had no defense against guns. Neither did Zephyr. She had to hurry and call the Police, then
hide.
Then the elevator closed and headed back down.
Turning right, she took off running. Very soon Synnamon, Sugar and Spice would be
up there and looking for her and Zephyr.
She did not want to go back downstairs.
“They’ll probably drug us unconscious, box us up, and
leave,” she said. “If they catch us,
we’ll be gone before the Police arrive.”
She was at a full run now.
Justice Girl only recalled seeing one telephone the
previous night. She decided to head for
it. The phone was at the base of the
main stairs, but she had no choice. She
didn’t have time to find a more secluded phone to use. With luck, Zephyr was luckier.
God, I hope she escaped long before me and the Police are
just seconds away, she thought as she rounded the last corner. The phone was right by the door. She started slowing down on the slick hardwood
floor to make that sharp turn and stop.
Justice Girl rounded the corner.
“Hiii-ya!”
Justice Girl saw something white streaking at her
head. She threw her arm up, catching her
attacker at the ankle and forced the foot over her head. Her mind briefly registered white boot. Sugar wore white boots. Then she spun on a heel and kicked out with
all her considerable strength and missed.
A fist was already coming straight at her face, so she blocked,
sidestepped and kicked.
An instant before the toe of her boot made contact with her
attacker’s chin, she realized it was Zephyr.
It was too late. It was too late
for both of them.
Zephyr cried out as her head snapped back from the powerful
blow. At the same time, Justice Girl
just had time to note something big and heavy in Zephyr’s hand. A vase. It was inches from her head.
Pain. Blackness.
Sugar and Spice split up at the elevator. Spice went left. Sugar headed right. Synnamon was
furious, downstairs speaking with Mr. Minks on the phone to coordinate the
search and capture. She would join them
soon.
Sugar ran as fast as she could down the ill lit service
hallways. She had no idea how long
Justice Girl and Zephyr had been missing.
She and Spice found Paulie and Benny at the same
time. It couldn’t have been more than
five or ten minutes, max. But in only
took ten seconds to call the Police.
The sound of fighting reached her. Girl fight by the sound of
it. In the main
entrance or there about. Sugar
redoubled her efforts and arrived just in time to see Justice Girl slowly slid
down the wall, unconscious. Broken
shards of the vase were still skidding across the slick hardwood floor. Zephyr was five feet way, sprawled spread
eagle on the floor, also unconscious.
“Too funny!” Sugar crowed. She keyed the transmitter built into her
mask. “Spice. Synnamon. I found them.”
“Don’t let them escape,” Synnamon
said.
“Where are you?” Spice said.
“I’m in the entrance hall, at the phone,” she said. “Zephyr is five feet away, unconscious. Justice Girl is out against the wall. They aren’t going anywhere.”
“Great job, Sugar!” Synnamon said.
“You’ll get a bonus for this.”
She giggled as four of Mr. Minks’ house guards arrived,
guns drawn. She motioned for them to put
away their guns and tie up the two women.
“I wish I could take credit for this, but I can’t,” she
said, snickering. “I only saw the end of
it, but they took out each other.”
“What?” Spice said incredulously. “Why would they fight each other?”
“I don’t know,” she said.
“But I suspect it was an accident.”
The other two women started laughing as well.
“Tie them up and bring them back down,” Synnamon
said. “I don’t think it’s safe for them
to work upstairs tonight. I’ll work it
out with Mr. Minks.”
“Can do, boss,” Sugar said, grinning at her captives.
<Oh, they are going to be sooo
mad at themselves when they wake up!>
Everything hurt. Especially her knees.
Thigh boots were no protection against kneeling on hard tile for hours
uncounted.
At the moment, Justice Girl wished she at least had a pair
of thigh boots. She wore nothing but her
mask now. The cold water from her shower
was slowly drying on her goose pimped flesh as she sat atop a tall stool in the
makeup room, with her ankles bound to the stool and her wrists handcuffed
behind her back. For the past thirty
minutes she’d been forced to stare at her naked self so helplessly secured and
awaiting the final vestiges of her old happy life to be stripped away.
The door opened and Foster Andrews entered. He was six foot nothing, thick limbed and no
neck. His eyes were too close together
and he kept his hair close-cropped.
Justice Girl quickly learned he was even dumber than he looked.
<Synnamon’s
scrapping the bottom of the barrel with this one,> she thought.
Justice
Girl’s new handler checked her bounds closely.
Her ankles were tie-wrapped to the legs of the stool, while steel
handcuffs secured her wrists behind her back.
A rope was wrapped multiple times around her waist, securing her to the
back of the stool.
“You’re running late,” Justice Girl said. “It’s already a quarter after six. Benny always had me washed and made up by six
sharp for the live show. Synnamon’s not going to be happy about losing valuable
exploitation time.”
“Shut your pie hole, girlie,” he said. “Da boss knows
what’s going down. Yous
two messed up bad last night and got her all wound up.”
He
was cut from the same bolt as Benny and Paulie,
especially Paulie.
Thick-skulled thug type. No imagination and few independent
thoughts. Neither Benny nor Paulie had been around since the previous night. She prayed it stayed that way.
“Like what they do to me tonight will be worse that the previous two days,” she said. “I know Synnamon’s
plans for me already. In a little while,
if you get the makeup people in here, Synnamon is
going to unmask me and Zephyr live on
SuperHeroinesExposed.com.”
Though she sounded cavalier about it, the thought terrified
her more than a hundred rapes. It was
the worst possible fate for any Super Heroine.
Once unmasked, even if she escaped, she was exposed and a target for
every criminal and MAAD man in the country.
Worse, still, all the female members of her family came under close
scrutiny by everyone to see if they too were amazons.
“You forgot the part where we all fuck you both stupid
afterwards,” he said, leering at her naked tits. “The makeup girl is working on Zephyr
now. She’ll be here soon enough for Synnamon’s plans.”
Foster turned away and looked around a moment. He looked slightly baffled, like he lost
something. His brain was Justice Girl’s
guess.
She
didn’t care. Life was starting to look
up. The feel of sweet electricity was
all around her. Foster showed up two
hours early that morning and gave her the morning shot. And, to her excitement, the drug started
wearing off even earlier. It was already
past time to get her evening shot and he seemed to have forgotten.
At
the rate her abilities were returning, she suspected she’d be able to escape
tonight. She wasn’t sure she’d have the
juice to prevent her unmasking, but long before Foster came in tomorrow to
shoot her up, she’d have regained her full power and brought Synnamon’s fledging porno empire to its knees.
“Damn
it,” Foster said. “She’s gonna kill me.”
Justice
Girl lost patience with the thug.
“What
are you looking for?”
“None
your bees wax, girlie,” he snapped.
Snarling, he stomped over to where her costume was neatly folded and
stacked. “We can get you dressed,
anyways.”
He
lifted the red, white and blue stack, and there beneath it was the small kit
that held the drugs and syringes. He let
out a small cry of delight and froze her heart.
Foster hadn’t forgotten her shot.
He lost the kit.
Now
it was found.
<God,
my rotten luck is holding,> she thought dismally. <I’m doomed.
Utterly doomed.>
Then inspiration hit her.
As Foster began filling the syringe with drug, she looked
at him with pure delight in her beautiful blue eyes. The look of joy surprised him.
“Oh, thank you! I
can’t believe Synnamon is showing me this mercy,”
Justice Girl said. “A double dose will
so zonk me out I won’t
really be aware of my own unmasking and later sexual abuse. Wow, this is the first nice thing you all
have done for me.”
“Whatcha mean?”
“Huh?” she said, feigning confusion. “Didn’t Synnamon
order you to give me this second shot tonight?”
“Whatcha mean “second shot?”
“I’ve -- I mean,” she sputtered. “I received a shot thirty minutes ago from
Lolita.”
“She ain’t got no right to do
that.”
Justice Girl looked at him like he was crazy.
“Why you yelling at me, bozo? Go tell her girlfriend, Synnamon,”
she said callously. Then she shifted on
the stool, to expose more of her left butt cheek, “Could you inject me in my
left rump? Lolita did it in the right.”
Foster injected the drug back in the bottle and put up the
kit. Then he used a pair of wire cutters
to release her ankles. Grabbing her wet
blonde hair, he dragged her out of the stool and across the room.
They did the hardest task first, getting her into her
bright red thigh boots. That done, he
pulled the blue bottoms up, then put the white bustier
on her. He took his time and pleasure
plumping up her tits so they were displayed to their best effects. She couldn’t have showed them off better
herself.
“You’re much better at dressing me than Benny,” she
said. “You a closet
queen?”
His fist hammered her belly five times. She was left gasping for breath on the floor,
tears flooding down her cheeks.
“Benny might’ve put up with this crap, girlie, but not
me. Here?”
The makeup girl came in then. She showed only the barest hints of annoyance
upon seeing Justice Girl on the floor, doubled up in pain. She walked around her and opened her kit. While Foster dragged the helpless heroine to
her feet and got her seated in the stool, the makeup girl got everything
ready. Then the hair stylist arrived.
They took twice as long as Justice Girl usually took, and
there were two of them. But they were
making her up for the bright lights and cameras.
“Show time, girlie,” Foster said.
Justice Girl was half-dragged by her right upper arm to the
studio. Zephyr was already there. She didn’t like the looks of it already. Zephyr was ball-gagged and secured to a
post. An empty post waited two feet
away.
Between and behind the cameras were arrayed countless
folding chairs. Most were filled with
men and women she knew professionally, as criminals. Indeed, most of them had partaken in her abuse
and humiliation sessions the past two days.
Mr. Minks sat in the front center, next to crime lord Amon Rodgers. The
chairs to either side of Amon and Mr. Minks were
empty, with cards proclaiming the seats of Synnamon,
Lolita, Sugar and Spice.
Foster took Justice Girl straight to the post and a team
began the task of binding her. The
handcuffs were removed and her wrists secured to rings in the post. A metal collar was snapped around her slender
neck, which was fastened to the top of the post that terminated right behind
her neck. Another metal band locked her
narrow waist to the post. Finally, more
for dramatic effect, bright white rope secured her ankles together and to the
post, the long ends then crisscrossing up her legs and body.
Synnamon stopped to examine her
face intently. She had minor corrections
and touch ups done to Justice Girl’s face and hair. She wanted her looking perfect for this final
insult and humiliation.
“We’re ready to start,” Synnamon
said. Then more
quietly to Justice Girl. “You’ll
be leaving after this. Your new master
is eager to take possession. He’s paying
an extra five million for immediate delivery.”
Despite her best attempt, Justice Girl couldn’t keep her
fear from showing. Synnamon’s
smile was one of pure satisfaction.
“Also, I’ve already informed Zephyr I got a new buyer for
her as well,” she continued. “Amon Rodgers wants another Super Heroine. I’m afraid he broke the last one. You remember Aqua Girl, may she rest in
anguish. I’m afraid he got carried away
and killed her with his bare hands.
Shame, she was pretty and I could’ve used another couple of photo shoots
with her.”
Justice Girl felt all the blood rush out of her face. Aqua Girl was dead. Murdered. Murdered by the man that
just bought Zephyr.
She and Zephyr shared a horrified look.
“It gets better,” Synnamon said. “I haven’t determined if Zephyr is an only
child or not, but I know you have seven sisters. Seven extremely beautiful
sisters.”
“NO!”
“Most definitely yes, Justice Jugs,” she said, eyes
glittering evilly. “I suspect two of
them, at least, are amazons, if not Super Heroines. I’ll know for sure by the end of the
week. By then they will all be prisoners
of mine.”
“Please don’t.
They’re all innocent women and girls,” Justice Girl pleaded. “I’ll do anything you ask. I’ll be anything you want. Please don’t hurt my sisters. For the love of God, I beg you.”
“As much as I love to see you beg, I don’t think I can
agree to that. Even if they are not
amazons, they are beautiful, desirable women.
I’ll make a lot of money selling them to pimps and madams.”
She
kissed Justice Girl and nodded to Foster.
Justice Girl opened her mouth to plead mercy for her sisters again, when
a ball gag was thrust into her mouth from behind. Within seconds it was secured in place,
perhaps silencing her forever. And dooming her poor innocent sisters to abuse, degradation and
humiliation.
“It’s party time, boys and girls!” Synnamon
said into the camera. “Yes, my fellow lovers of Super Heroine slap downs. It’s finally time for the coup
de grace to be given to our vanquished vixens. Yes, these two costumed cock teasers are
about to get their well deserved comeuppance!”
Wild cheers greeted that pronouncement. Her audience was ecstatic, especially the
members of the Daggers.
“We’re about to find out who these titanic titted twits
really are behind their masks,” she said.
“You’ll all be pleased to know that I’ve already sold them both into
white slavery. Soon, Justice Girl and
Zephyr will be peddling their shapely young asses to horny men and women like
you.”
She turned suddenly, and strutted back to Justice
Girl. Her shapely ass shook wonderfully
for the camera. Synnamon
made a mental note to reward the cameraman for dropping his shot to her rump,
and also the director for having the good sense to put it on live. She rather liked her new status of the
Sexiest Super Villainess in the black hearts of millions of men.
Synnamon threw a leg around
Justice Girl sexily as she cupped her tits in one hand and ran her fingers
through the bound beauty’s long, silky hair.
She nozzled and kissed Justice Girl's soft cheek, then cut a wicked look at the camera.
“Boys, she smells as delicious as she feels, and she feels
almost as good as she fucks,” Synnamon purred. “And I should know.”
Everyone laughed.
Synnamon reached up to Justice
Girl’s bright red mask. She placed her
fingers on the two buttons. Both buttons
had to be pushed at the same time to deactivate and release the mask. It was that easy to unmask her.
“And Justice Girl is...,” Synnamon
said. “Going to wait a
few more minutes.”
She turned away without removing the mask. A pained groan filled the studio. She grinned wickedly at the camera. She could almost feel the same frustration
from the Internet watchers. Synnamon briefly regretted her inability to secure a pay
for view deal, but the pantywaists running all the cable networks were too
afraid to participate.
“What about poor, abused
Zephyr. She never made an arrest. She never stopped a single crime. Indeed, the first crime she witnessed was her
own capture and rape, live on SuperHeroinesExposed.com, for course.”
Applause, interspersed with cheers. Most of the men and women in the room
participated in her ravishment that night, and over the days following. That sexual use and abuse
continued up until five that evening, when the two amazons were sent away to be
cleaned up for unmasking.
Stepping behind Zephyr, she reached around and fondled her
breasts through her thin, latex costume.
Her nipples quickly hardened. So Synnamon pinched and teased them even harder to everyone’s
delight. Soon, Zephyr was panting
noisily through her nose.
“Behold, Zephyr,” Synnamon said.
She slowly reached up and touched the buttons to either
side of Zephyr’s bright white mask. The
Super Heroine’s green eyes were wild with fear.
Synnamon doubted anyone would notice her eye
color change. The sky blue contacts were
discovered after the first night, when she woke up with severe bloodshot eyes.
Synnamon applied pressure to the
buttons. She felt the satisfying
click. Zephyr stiffened, knowing her
mask was deactivated. The whole room was
deathly quiet, all wanting to be the first to recognize this newest of Super
Heroines.
She moved the mask an inch out, then two inches.
Then she placed it back on Zephyr’s face and secured
it. The audience gasped.
“Too easy!” Synnamon
said, then laughed.
“But it’s killing those poor big breasted bitches.”
Both Zephyr and Justice Girl had all but collapsed in their
bounds after Zephyr’s near miss. They
knew they weren’t safe. They knew they
were doomed, but both still possessed some small measure of hope.
<That will vanish like their freedom when the
masks really do come off,> she thought.
“What’s all this moaning?
Where’s your sense of adventure?
Where’s your desire to torment stuck up Super Heroines?” Synnamon said. Then
her hand slid down off Zephyr’s face, to her breasts again. She pulled the costume down to expose her
shapely young breasts, pink nipples rock hard.
“Don’t you want to see them squirm?”
With that, one hand dropped down to Zephyr’s crotch. Synnamon’s
delicate, gloved hand slipped under Zephyr’s costume and start messaging her
moist cunt. Zephyr moaned and groaned,
starting to writhe within her tight bounds.
Synnamon found the clit.
Zephyr inhaled sharply and tensed. Within moments Synnamon
had her all but bucking, straining ineffectually against the ropes and steel
holding her erect and in place.
One hand masturbating her, Synnamon
used the other to tweak and knead Zephyr’s breasts and nipples. In less than three minutes the defeated
darling was at the brink of mind shattering orgasm.
So Synnamon pushed her over the
edge.
"Hhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"
Zephyr screamed into the ball gag.
It was a glorious sight, watching the once proud and
defiant Super Heroine convulsing with ecstasy for the viewing please of her
paid subscribers. The live audience was
breathless and enthralled by the sight.
“Now, wasn’t that sweet,” Synnamon
said.
She stepped around Zephyr and cut her eyes dramatically at
Justice Girl. Catcalls started, with all
sorts of wicked suggestions on what to do to her.
“Why should I have all the fun,” she said. Motioning to Sugar and
Spice. “I’m not the only Super
Villainess here. You know my associates,
Sugar and Spice.”
The sexy duo danced over to Synnamon,
though both only had eyes for Justice Girl.
For her part, Justice Girl went pale again.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you amazons gone wild.”
Synnamon stepped back and watched
Sugar and Spice go to work. Those two knew how to put on a show. Of course, their day jobs were as strippers.
Sugar went high, Spice low.
No one could play a pair of tits for show like Sugar. Within seconds Justice Girl was in a frenzy
of pleasure and humiliation. Indeed,
most of her humiliation had to come from the pleasure she was obviously
enjoying from this sexual use and abuse.
<She’s a freak,> Synnamon thought. <A true super freak.>
Synnamon lost count of Justice
Girl’s orgasms during the thirty minutes sex fest Sugar and Spice enjoyed at
their former colleague’s expense. But
all good things must end, and she had them straighten Justice Girl’s costume
and return to their seats.
“Wow,” Synnamon said. She touched her own erect nipples. “What a turn on! That pair of sex crazed vixens can have their
way with me any day.” She fanned
herself, then said, “Quick, someone tie me up and
throw them on top of me.”
More laughter. A few darker looks of speculation, duly
noted.
“Well, I think it’s about time we finally crushed these hair-brained heroines,” she said, then winked at the
camera. “Then we can start the real
party.” She indicated the captives. “Care to guess who the party favors are?”
Justice Girl all but screamed through her ball gag. So Synnamon, sensing
a comic opportunity to further mock and humiliate, strode over sensuously. Instead of cringing or growing fearful,
Justice Girl seemed to grow even angrier.
“I think our little pet has something to contribute,” she
said.
One-handed, she deftly unbuckled the ball gag and pulled it
out of Justice Girl’s mouth. She watched
with growling ardor as her captive worked her jaw, tongue and lips a long
moment. Those red lips were so soft and
sweet to kiss.
“You wanted to say something?” she asked, nuzzling her
cheek.
“Yes, I have something to say and contribute,” Justice Girl
said defiantly.
Synnamon had her first feeling of
ill ease. What if she gave their
location? How fast could they get out of
there? What if she named names?
Justice Girl said, “Synnamon.”
“Yes?”
“Die.”
Synnamon froze. It couldn’t be. There was no way. But she felt the electricity an instant
before it struck her down.
Total silence. Everyone just stared as Synnamon
collapse at Justice Girl’s feet. Even
Justice Girl paused for a dozen heartbeats.
The lull was broken by Lolita’s piercing scream.
Sugar was the first person she saw jump out of her
chair. Her posture said she was calling
up her Power. Justice Girl couldn’t
defend herself from the powerful telekinetic while all bound up to that
pole. So she shot the most powerful bolt
she could summon straight into Sugar’s chest.
Sugar collapse.
Spice screamed and jumped to her lover’s side. Justice Girl didn’t wait for the Super
Villainess’s vengeful response. She hit
Spice between the shoulder blades as she tried to wake Sugar. Spice was left sprawled across Sugar.
That woke the rest of them up.
While Amon Rodgers barked orders
the other guests scattered. Most were
heading for the doors. Others jumped
behind cameras, monitors and large pieces of equipment. But Justice Girl had little thought for
them. She had more pressing concerns.
Justice Girl was astonished at the level of her
control. She figured she was back to
ninety percent. The fetters were the
first to go. She sent charges though the
two steel bands holding her to the post, at waist and neck,
that were so powerful the lights dimmed almost to darkness from loss of
electricity. Once the bands popped open,
she sent a knife like bolt racing down her body that sliced through all the
ropes.
None too soon.
Amon Rodgers’ bodyguards and
Donny Johnson’s gang the Daggers were moving toward her with hate filled
eyes. Strangely, none of them carried
firearms, just clubs. She wasn’t sure if
it was due to Synnamon’s security measures that
disarmed them, or they wanted to capture her alive.
She didn’t wait find out.
Justice Girl sucked in enormous amounts of electricity, once again
dimming the lights. Before the lights
brightened, she unleashed a rolling wall of electricity straight at them. The wall of electricity moved at lightning
speed, quickly engulfing them. Their
screams of pain were horrible to hear, and the sweetest music she’d heard in
days.
“Payback’s a bitch, boys,” Justice Girl growled.
That initiated a general rush to the exits by the criminals
still standing. Since neither she nor
Zephyr was immediately threatened, Justice Girl turned her eyes toward the
server in the corner. The
SuperHerionesExposed.com server with all the hundreds and hundreds of pictures
and video clips of herself, Zephyr and Aqua Girl. The heart of the Internet
site.
Justice Girl raced over to the server. She placed both hands on it, one to either
side, and sent another light dimming bolt through it. Capacitors started popping like firecrackers
inside it. Smoke began
billowing out as she ran her hands up and down and all around the sides, to
ensure every component inside, especially the hard disks, were utterly
destroyed.
After about fifteen seconds the server exploded. She jumped back a second, then poked through
the remnants to locate the hard drives.
There were two. Both were blackened. Not good enough for her. She shot bolts into both until they
exploded. The photos Synnamon
took of her and Zephyr unmasked had to be destroyed.
She prayed Synnamon didn’t have
another computer she downloaded them on.
But there was no way for her to find out. Only time would tell.
“Speaking of Synnamon,” Justice
Girl muttered, turning around to find her archenemy. “If you’re still alive, we have unfinished
business.”
But Synnamon was gone. Her eyes were open and moving, but there was
no mind behind them. Lolita was
hysterical, calling her name. Calling her “Carmen.”
Suddenly curious, Justice Girl silenced Synnamon’s
lover with a stunning bolt in the chest.
No guilt there, Lolita was the one that shot her with the drugged dart
that led to her capture. Once Lolita was
out of the way, she knelt beside the downed Super Villainess and removed her
mask.
“Carmen Herrera!” she said, looking at Zephyr.
“Really? The fashion designer?”
“Yes, I met her at a benefit about three months ago,”
Justice Girl said. Then she recalled who
Zephyr really was, Barbi Bangs, and that she was
there as well. “We both met her, as our
alter egos.”
“I remember.”
Justice Girl stood.
There was nothing to worry about from Synnamon. Her brained was fried. Poor girl didn’t even know who she was, much
less anything about Justice Girl or Zephyr.
So she turned her attention back to the next most dangerous threats,
Sugar and Spice.
“What happened to Sugar and Spice?”
“Oh my God! Their gone,” Zephyr said. “I didn’t see them leave.”
That disappearance sent a cold shiver down Justice Girl’s
spine. She prayed some of their henchmen
carried them out. If they were
conscious, then they would be doubly dangerous.
Zephyr wasn’t ready to fight anyone, much less
two extremely pissed Super Villainesses.
“We have to get out of here,” she said.
Rushing to Zephyr, she again used her Power to sever rope
and rip apart steel bands. Within
seconds Zephyr was free and in her arms.
Zephyr proved too weak to walk or stand without help. Justice Girl wrapped an arm around her friend
and they made for the exit. Justice Girl
cursed their rotten luck as they passed through the group of unconscious men
left behind by her wall of electricity. Amon Rodgers and all his bodyguards were missing. Since Donny Johnson and his men were still
lying there, she had to assume Amon’s people came and
extracted them while she was distracted.
“We have to call the Police,” Zephyr said. “Before they can get away.”
“It’s too late to capture most of them,” Justice Girl said
dejectedly. “But we get Lolita, Mr.
Minks and the Daggers for sure.”
Mr. Minks wasn’t among the unconscious. But it was his home it all took place
within. She didn’t see any way for him
to escape justice this time.
They avoided the dangers of the Mansion above and headed
straight for the service entrance. They
entered the mansion through the service entrance, and they left the same way
three days later.
As soon as there was blue sky above, Justice Girl picked
Zephyr up and flew straight up. It was
near sundown, and the sunset was the most beautiful she’d ever seen. At five hundred feet she started feeling safe
for the first time in days. At a
thousand feet she was almost giddy.
They flew until she spotted an isolated phone booth. After a quick call, she took Zephyr to her
home. It was well past sunset when she
arrived home. Since Zephyr already knew
her true identity, there was no reason to pretend.
After long, hot showers, they met in the living room and
watched television coverage of their escape.
They cursed fate and clumsy police work while drinking wine from the
bottle.
“I can’t believe it,” Zephyr said, now shed of all aspects
of Zephyr and snuggled in a warm terry cloth robe. “The police didn’t find a damn thing? No cameras.
No unconscious thugs. No
nothing.”
“They are saying my 911 call was a hoax,” Justice Girl said
in astonishment. “They didn’t even find Synnamon.”
“Everyone escaped punishment except us.”
“Except us,” Justice Girl said. “Fuck me to tears.”
“Have you seen them?”
Justice Girl’s sapphire blue eyes blazed. Zephyr’s only answer was a grim look and
frown. Of course she’d seen all the smut
magazines. It seemed every other
magazine now was plastered with erotic and nude photos of Justice Girl and
Zephyr. There were now entire Internet
websites dedicated to photos, most nude and raunchy, of Justice Girl or Zephyr
or both.
Worst insult of all, SuperHeroinesExposed.com was still in
business. The CEO Johnny Redborne escaped, as did everyone involved. The police response was slow to the 911 call,
so the Mansion was clean when they finally got there.
“I still think the police were paid off to cover this up,”
Zephyr said. “But what can we do? We can’t blame the police. They’re our only backup now. Without the police on our side, we’re dead.”
“I learned they ended their investigation yesterday,”
Justice Girl said. “Gave
up after just one month.”
“I know,” Zephyr said.
She sighed wearily, then perked up, “But I’m
tired of dwelling in the past. I say we
put that incident behind us. We have a
city to protect.”
Justice Girl smiled warmly at her. They’d become fast friends since the
“incident.” They spend most of their off
time together, shopping and such.
“Spoke like a true Super Heroine, my friend.”
A tiny blue light on her mask lit up, just at the edge of
her vision. Excited, she pushed a hidden
button. She saw Zephyr checking too as
her holo appeared.
It showed Zephyr’s name, and another name. A new name. Lady.
“Lady’s masked and she on her way,” Zephyr said.
They were excited.
The Sisterhood was sending them two new members to replace the three
they lost. Both Lady and Titianna were veteran Super
Heroines.
“It’ll be great to have some help,” Justice Girl said. “But it’ll be strange working with a
grounder. I’ve never dealt with one
before.”
In Sisterhood jargon, a ground was an Alpha Meta who
couldn’t fly. Lady’s Power was
fire. She could create fire out of
nothing, or cause objects to superheat and burst into flames. She could not fly.
“By all accounts she did well in Boston,” Zephyr said. “So well, that half the Sisters there were
moved to trouble spots like Ocean City.”
Boston was the Sisterhood’s pride and joy. Crime was practically non
existent there. Ocean City was
once high up on that list of low crime communities. But since the local team’s defeat one month
back, the crime rate had soared.
Suddenly, men and women who used to run at any hint of Super Heroines
now stayed to battle it out with them for a few minutes at least.
For the most part, anyone foolish enough to stand and fight
went down hard and fast. If there were
enough criminals involved, then some would escape and their reputations grew as
amazon fighters.
It was getting worse, even though Justice Girl and Zephyr were actually
taking more criminals down on a weekly basis than ever before in Ocean
City. Part of the problem was to be
resolved that day, by the arrival of Lady and Titianna.
“There’s the other one,” Zephyr said, eyes bright with
pleasure. “Titianna.”
Justice Girl saw Titianna was now
listed as on their private, secure communication network. They could all speak to each other now.
Pressing a button on her mask, Justice Girl said, “Welcome
to Ocean City. I’m Justice Girl and
Zephyr is with me. We’re waiting at the
rendezvous point the Sisterhood dictated.”
“Lady here,” a sweet voice said. “I’m racing toward you on a black Ninja. Be there in five.”
“Titianna speaking,” another
voice said. It was deep and dusky, very
sexy. “I’m flying up the beach and have
you in sight.”
“Got you,” Zephyr said.
“Can’t wait to meet you both.”
Justice Girl watched Titianna’s
approach. She and Zephyr were waiting on
a stretch of rocky beach that few ever visited.
There was too much white sand beach south of them to attract anyone to
this rugged spot.
In little over a minute, Titianna
arrived. She dropped down just five feet
from them. They all looked each other
over a long moment.
Titianna was six feet tall, with
a spectacular rack even for an Alpha Meta, who were known for their large
breasts. Indeed, Titianna
whole body was incredible. Her eyes were
baby blue and her hair long, straight and white blonde. Justice Girl shook the evil thought that
Sugar had the same hair color. She would
not taint Titianna with Sugar’s evil.
“Very impressive,” Zephyr said, looking her over.
She wore all lavender latex: mask, opera gloves, boots and
a skimpy two-piece. Her skimpy two piece reminded Justice Girl of the late Aqua Girl.
<Well, she certainly has the body to pull it
off.>
After the initial hesitation, Justice Girl hurried over and
hugged her warmly. Followed
by Zephyr.
“Welcome to Ocean City.
We really are glad you’re here,” Justice Girl said. “I’m not sure how happy you are about getting
this assignment.”
“It’s gotten tough around here of late,” Zephyr said.
“I’ve heard. But
I’ll take care of that,” Titianna said. “I earned my mask in the cold, mean streets
of South Chicago, honey. These soft
California fruits are about to be taught a hard lesson.”
<Oh, arrogant,> Justice Girl
thought.
Lady arrived at that moment. She was very dashing atop the powerful
motorcycle. Justice Girl yearned to
speak with her about bikes, but that aspect of her was part of her secret
identity. She feared they would never
have that discussion.
She rode a custom painted black Ninja, with orange
trim. Her costume matched the bike. Reddish orange strapless
one-piece latex costume, with black mask, opera gloves and thigh boots. The Sisterhood’s golden ankh hung off a black
leather dog collar. She looked hot and
sassy, and more than a little dangerous.
“Long time no see, Lady,” Titianna said, grinning.
“Not long enough, Tits,” Lady said, then
they both laughed and hugged. Then Lady
turned to Justice Girl and Zephyr and said, “Titianna
hates anyone making reference to her...um...assets. Back in Chicago, they called her Titty Anna.”
“Gods, Lady, don’t say anything. Soon you’ll have everyone in Ocean City
calling my Titty Anna,” Titianna said. Then looking sternly at
Justice Girl and Zephyr. “It’s
pronounced: TIE-Tee-Anna.”
They shared brief histories. Zephyr’s history briefest
of all. Apparently Lady was so
good she cleaned up her section of Chicago and after just one year was sent to
help in Boston. Titianna
had worked a number of Rust Belt cities -- Pittsburgh, Buffalo, Cincinnati –- before finding her niche in Chicago.
“So, when are we going to discuss your recent adventure in
porn?” Titianna said.
“We’re going to be hit with questions about what we think about it. And I for one want to be as well prepared as
possible.”
“Tits, you got the subtlety of a freight train,” Lady said,
cutting a sharp blue-eyed look her way.
Justice Girl expected the question.
“Shall we retire to the rocks over there?” she said,
pointing toward a trail that vanished up in the rocky shoreline. “We have a little welcoming picnic ready.”
“Pasta, chicken, tea and coffee,” Zephyr said. “Nothing fancy.”
“Sure you wouldn’t want something stiffer to drink first?” Titianna said, grinning evilly. “I’ve had the shit fucked out of me a couple
times after getting caught with my panties down.”
“Oh. Really?”
“Yep. Once in Pittsburgh. Another time in Cincinnati,” she said. “And the last time in
Buffalo. I got transferred after
each time. But I learned my lessons and
never made the same mistakes twice.”
“Yes,” Justice Girl said with a grimace. “We keep telling ourselves that it was a
learning experience.”
“Tough lesson,” Lady said.
She indicated the trail and waiting picnic. “Shall we go?”
Turning to go, Justice Girl said, “I have good feelings
about you two. I think we’re all going
to work well with each other. Very well.”
THE END