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JUSTICE GIRL: WHEN THE TIDE TURNS

Chapters 11 through 15

By Thom Gall

Chapter 11

Synnamon’s entrance brought everything to a halt. Men turned to look, then turned back to what they were doing. Sugar and Spice were off to the side. The drugged beauties were trussed up prettily and would give a good show for SuperHeroinesExposed.com’s loyal and fanatical audience worldwide.

Both were in full costume, including masks. Of course, their costumes were pulled off their breasts and pulled aside from their twats. The boys had to have their fun, after all. It was part of the perks of working for Synnamon.

Neither of the captured heroines had been moved to the studio area. Men were still assembling the second rack. Synnamon wanted to unmask them both at the same time, live on her website.

Of course, she’d already shot over five hours of video and stills of the two Super Heroines being raped and otherwise abused. Her servers even held their unmasked faces, hidden, just in case the impossible occurred and they escaped. There was no way for them to escape their unmasking.

At the moment, Sugar and Spice were tied together, back to back, and standing. Ropes crisscrossed their luscious bodies. Sugar’s arms were pulled back and her wrists bound across Spice’s belly, with a tight rope up to a choke chain around Spice’s throat. If she pulled too hard Spice would be choked. They’d bound Spice up the same, to choke Sugar. Both were ball-gagged.

“Girls, we go live in an hour,” Synnamon said, stopping within reach of both of their faces. She turned to the director, “Enough for now. Have everyone take a break. I want some privacy with my porn stars to be.”

The workers quickly departed. Synnamon paced around her captives, body tingling with anticipation. They looked so miserable already. She stepped up to Spice and pinched her nipple harder and harder until she finally showed signs of pain and glanced fearfully her way.

“Having fun yet?” Synnamon said with a crooked smile.

Spice scrunched her nose at her, showing her anger with her beautiful eyes. Synnamon felt a shiver of excitement dancing up her spine. She just knew they'd give a good show today.

Reaching around Spice’s head, Synnamon deftly unbuckled the ball gag. It was quickly spit out and Spice began working her mouth and jaw to loosen up the tortured muscles. Synnamon unburdened Sugar’s mouth in the meantime.

“Better?” Synnamon said

“Loads,” Sugar muttered.

“Why don’t you just kill us and get it over with,” Spice said. “This isn’t necessary. You won. We’re already dead. Finished it, for the love of God.”

Synnamon reached out to caress Spice’s full lips. The lipstick was long gone. She’d have that fixed shortly. Kissing shimmering lips was a fetish of hers. Spice tried to turn her face aside, but Synnamon grabbed her in both hands and kissed her long and deep.

“Because this is my pleasure,” Synnamon said. “I so enjoy destroying beautiful women. Especially powerful women. Women who feel themselves invulnerable.”

“Oh,” Sugar said.

Spice was silent as well. Synnamon was disappointed neither felt the need to argue, to declare her depravity exposed. Aqua Girl was much more satisfying in that area.

“That’s all? Just a “oh” to my outrageous comments and tastes,” Synnamon said, curiosity peaked. “You just accept my will?”

“Accept? No,” Sugar said. “We’ll endure your will. So far I’ve endured over six hours of it all tied up like this.”

“And Spicy?” Synnamon said. “Surely you know what is about to happen? You saw what I did to Aqua Girl.”

“I saw what you did,” she said, eyeing her darkly. “I understand that your infantile mind is easily amused.”

Synnamon was taken aback. These two women were taking their coming rape and abuse incredibly well.

“Soon, you both will be locked into those two racks and put on worldwide display,” Synnamon said. Sugar and Spice both glanced over at the racks. They got the strangest looks in their eyes. Sugar’s lips parted ever so sensuously. Spice’s nipples became rock hard. “Men and women will have their way with you. Over and over again, using their hands, tongues and genitals, along with a wide assortment of sexual aids.”

“Dildos?” Spice asked huskily.

“Yes,” Synnamon said suspiciously.

“Oh,” Sugar gasped and squirmed.

Sugar’s nipples were rock hard as well. Synnamon reached out and ran her fingers through first Spice’s, then Sugar’s shaven pussies. Both were wet with desire.

“You like this sort of thing?”

“Oh, yeah,” Spice said and took a deep, steadying breath. “You want a good show? You’ll get one. I can assure you on that.”

Synnamon eyed them speculatively. Could it be true? Or were they conning her? They had no opportunity to coordinate their story, so it wasn’t likely they concocted it to win her trust.

“Why did you join the Sisterhood?” Synnamon said.

“I had no choice,” Sugar said. “I was identified at a young age, long before I knew anything of the world.”

“Me, too,” Spice said. “My Power manifested itself, and I grew frightened. I didn’t know where to turn, so called the Sisterhood’s 800 number. Two days later I entered training as a masked Super Heroine. My parents think I’m a runaway.”

“So do mine,” Sugar said sadly. “I was ten when my Power manifested. I was just twelve when Alpha Girl discovered me and I was taken by the Sisterhood.”

“So you never toyed with the idea of using your Powers for yourself?” Synnamon said. “You’ve never considered changing sides?”

“No,” Sugar said. “I’ve never considered being a criminal, if that’s what you mean, but we’ve both considered running away and using our Powers for ourselves.”

“I’ve considered crime from day one,” Spice said. “But the Sisterhood would hunt us down and put us away for life.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Synnamon said. “You saw how easily you were captured. In truth, Aqua Girl was even easier.”

“Easier! But she was more powerful than both of us combined,” Spice said.

“There are ways, my helpless heroines,” Synnamon said. “I’ve studied Alpha Metas for years. I know all the weaknesses inherent to the different Powers possessed.”

“Well, you handled us easily enough,” Sugar said dejectedly.

There was a strange look on Spice’s face. She was eyeing the rack and cameras. The look was half lust, half spite. Then a speculative glint entered her eyes.

“Synnamon?”

“Yes?”

“You intend on capturing Justice Girl, too?”

“Of course. Justice Girl is and was always my ultimate prize,” Synnamon admitted. Both Sugar and Spice glanced at her. “Why do you ask?”

“I’ll make a deal with you,” she said. “Keep me here until you capture her. I want to see that. I’ll do anything you ask. Anything.”

“So will I!” Sugar said.

Both women were highly aroused now. Their breathing was shallow and heavy. Nipples hard. Skin flushed.

“I want her,” Spice said. “There is nothing too depraved, too sick or painful that I won’t endure to have just fifteen minutes with Justice Girl, one-on-one, and her at my mercy.”

“Oh, God, yes!” Sugar said. “Include me. I would so put that holier-than-thou bitch in her rightful place. Oh, Synnamon, tell us what we have to do. What will it take?”

Before Synnamon could respond, Spice’s eyes widened in excitement.

“Think about it! You’re customers on SuperHeroinesExposed.com will be hooting with glee while watching Sugar and I having our way with Justice Girl,” Spice said. Her face suddenly screwed up viciously. “I’ll do anything to her you want. I’ll cut off her nose or her nipples, or even gut her live on the internet. Just tell us what you want, what we have to do.”

“Tell us,” Sugar pleaded. “Anything you want, we’ll do.”

“Would you join me in a life of crime?” Synnamon said before she even considered what she was saying.

“Yes!” they said in unison.

Synnamon’s mind was racing. She would’ve made the same offer if their positions were reversed, to spitefully strike back at someone like Justice Girl. Synnamon knew how maddening Justice Girl could be. She trained with her for two years, dreamed of Justice Girl in her bed, on her knees and submissive.

That dream would be reality, and then Justice Girl would be sold into white slavery. The buyer perfectly suited for utterly devastating the proud beauty, and keeping her forever on her knees.

Synnamon’s hands were shaking and her body tingled so badly. She wanted so much to touch herself, to masturbate.

<I wish Lolita was here. I need,> Synnamon thought.

Then she saw the vicious hunger in Spice’s eyes, reflected in Sugar’s eyes as well. They wanted Justice Girl just as badly as she did, and as evilly as well.

“We share a dream,” Synnamon said, moving up close to Spice. Their breasts were pressed tightly together. She looked her deeply in the eyes. She could see it. They were kindred spirits. “We share a bond.”

“Then you let us have her?” Sugar said.

“Yes,” Synnamon said. “But first I have to prepare you.”

“Prepare us?” Spice said, sudden fear back in her eyes. “How?”

“I have to prepare you for freedom,” Synnamon said, smiling sweetly. “While keeping you firmly under my control.”

“I don’t understand,” Sugar said.

“You will. And I think you’ll be pleased,” Synnamon said, turning on her heel. “Relax, ladies, within the hour you will be set free and become part of my criminal organization. You will be rich and powerful beyond your wildest dreams. And totally free of Sisterhood dominance.”

Synnamon headed for her office. Until now, she never considered using her ultimate instrument of control on Super Heroines. But they were changing sides, and this was the only way she knew to ensure their absolute loyalty.

Sugar and Spice would have small devices, not bigger than an aspirin, inserted inside their bodies. It was part homing device, and part execution device. With a push of a button, Synnamon would be able to release a deadly poison into their system and kill them instantly if they betrayed her. But she was sure Sugar and Spice would be loyal followers if given the right rewards for “bad” behavior.

Chapter 12

Justice Girl paused high above the noon day city. Millions of men, women and children raced from place to place a thousand feet below, and few if any had any concern for Aqua Girl or their guardian angels, the Ocean City Super Heroines.

“Speaking of no concern,” she muttered, thinking about Sugar and Spice. There it was Sunday, and neither had bothered to report to her since they parted company Friday night. The warehouse she sent them to investigate was within sight. Large trucks were backed up to the warehouse even as she considered it. “They never liked Aqua Girl. Hell, they only care about themselves.”

Justice Girl never liked either of them. Sugar was fine without Spice around. Spice was full of resentment and defiance. Aqua Girl had her hands full keeping those two in line. That unsavory task was likely to fall in her unfortunate hands now. Once again, Justice Girl prayed the Sisterhood sent them a Team Captain to save her the headaches and arguments.

She heard Sugar and Spice speaking over their secure frequency once Saturday night, when she put her mask on to see if they were looking for Aqua Girl. Both dropped off the net seconds after she came on. It was suspicious, and must mean they were avoiding her. And the only reason to avoid her was to hide the fact they were derelict in their search for Aqua Girl.

Heart pounding, Justice Girl took a deep steadying breath. She had no authority within their group. She was just one of four equals. Indeed, Sugar and Spice could just pick up and leave at any time they chose. It was the only reason Aqua Girl handled them with any semblance of kid gloves.

A holograph popped up at the bottom of her vision. It showed that Zephyr was live on their net.

“Zephyr?”

“Hiya, Justice Girl!” Zephyr’s perky voice said. “Where you at?”

“A thousand feet up and hovering over Empire Central and Beach Boulevard,” she said. “What’s your ETA?”

“Give me ten and I’ll meet you there.”

“Roger. Out.”

While waiting for Zephyr, Justice Girl eyed the warehouse narrowly. Whether the workers had anything to do with Aqua Girl’s capture or not, they were still a bunch of stinking MAAD men. They hated her and her Sisters. They all probably were charter members of that horrible website SuperHeroinesExposed.com and beat their meat while watching Aqua Girl’s ultimate humiliation and degradation. The thought made her want to go down and beat them all senseless.

Zephyr soon appeared in the distance. Few would see her flying overhead, since she was so high and so small. Justice Girl knew what to look for, and her mask helped her zero in on Zephyr.

“Hiya, Sister!” Zephyr called as she slowed to a stop.

“Hello. You seem happy,” Justice Girl said. “Don’t you have family in town?”

“That’s why I’m so happy,” Zephyr said. “They all just left! I’m free to be Zephyr again.”

Justice Girl smiled warmly at her. She understood completely. She highly resented anything or anyone that kept her from being her true self, Justice Girl. But family, friends and business associates all had to be kept happy and convinced she was just Nicole Boudreaux, novelist. No one could be allowed to even consider the thought of her being anything more than that.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Justice Girl said. “I’ve been a bit lonely since we parted Friday night.”

“What about Sugar and Spice?” Zephyr said.

“I haven’t spoken with them,” she said, unable to hide her annoyance. “I’ve seen them up on the net, but they dropped out before I could speak with them.”

“Odd,” Zephyr said. “I’d think they’d be eager to talk with you.”

Justice Girl grinned at her naiveté. She didn’t really know Sugar and Spice, and that they weren’t so nice at times. It wouldn’t be long before the offers started, trying to befriend, and then bed, Zephyr. Perhaps she should warn Zephyr of their wicked ways? Of course, Zephyr very well might be a kindred spirit of theirs, and eager to partake in their wicked sexual appetites.

“We don’t get along that well,” Justice Girl said matter-of-factly. “Personality conflicts.”

“Oh. I see,” Zephyr said. She frowned a moment. “They seemed nice enough, but not very patient during the search.”

“They didn’t care for Aqua Girl, either,” Justice Girl said. “To be honest, I don’t think they’ll be all that dedicated and reliable in this search.”

Zephyr nodded, accepting her on her word.

“I don’t know how reliable I’ll be, but I’m eager to help,” Zephyr said, smiling brightly. “Lead, and I’ll follow.”

“Thank you,” Justice Girl said. “That means a lot to me. Aqua Girl was a friend of mine.”

“Where should we start?”

“That warehouse,” Justice Girl said. “I don’t think Sugar and Spice found anything, or else even they would’ve reported it. But, I don’t think they checked very hard. Besides, it was the middle of the night when they checked it out. There are people down there now that I’d like to question.”

Zephyr nodded and glanced down at the warehouse. Justice Girl thought it might be a dead end or wasted time, but somehow she didn’t think so. The warehouse gave her a feeling of unease, of ominous forbearing. It scared her, and that more than anything said she had to check it.

“Let’s go,” Justice Girl said, and moved toward the warehouse.

Zephyr followed at a safe distance. Her faint ball of lightning was dangerous, even to an Alpha Meta.

They moved slowly. She watched the warehouse and the men moving about closely, looking for any suspicious behavior. Their reaction when they finally spotted them approaching would be telling.

“Oops,” Zephyr said, grinning. “We’ve been spotted. Look at them run.”

“Kinda suspicious looking, don’t you think?”

“Very.”

“Then let’s kick it up!”

With that, Justice Girl gave her lightning ball full power and thunder cracked. She blasted through the air straight at the warehouse front entrance. Men scattered, hysterical.

She hit the front door with a thunderous boom that rattled doors and windows for blocks. Car alarms and building alarms were set off for a mile radius. Frightened men were left sprawled and stunned all around the front parking lot.

“Wow! That was cool!” Zephyr said as she landed beside her. “Talk about knocking them on their asses!”

“I think knocking would be redundant, don’t you?” Justice Girl said, heading through the shattered front door.

“Quite.”

The reception area was empty, save for a shaken receptionist. The poor girl was beside herself with fear. Justice Girl felt intense guilt flood her emotions.

“I’m sorry. Are you all right, dear?”

“NO! My God! Why did you do that? You could’ve killed me!”

“Sorry,” Justice Girl said, and hurried past. The girl was too irrational to reason with. They’d work it out later. If she wasn’t guilty of high crimes or anything. “Come along, Zephyr.”

The offices were all empty. Justice Girl noticed the door at the end of the hall was ajar. It led out into the warehouse. She made for the door.

“Be careful,” Zephyr said.

“I’m always careful,” she said. “But we can’t allow them to recover from the initial shock. Knock ‘em back on their heels, and keep them there.”

“Oh, ok,” she said.

Zephyr looked completely thrilled. This was her first real action. Justice Girl grinned, remembering her first year, and the excitement she felt ever time she entered a dangerous situation.

Justice Girl kicked the door open. The door ripped from the hinges and tumbled loudly away. Then rushing through the door, she glanced left. There were a dozen workmen, gawking at her. She smiled coldly at them, then looked right.

“Son of a bitch!” she cried.

“A studio?” Zephyr said. “And the rack Aqua Girl was locked in!”

“And you said the new Super Bimbo was stupid,” a vaguely familiar voice said. “But what she lacks in brains, she more that makes up in sexual va-voom!”

Justice Girl and Zephyr turned to regard the speaker. She was tall, dark and beautiful, and in mask and costume. Four men and three women stood with her. Justice Girl recognized the pretty brunette in pink and baby blue as one of the women using Aqua Girl. The other two women were well known to her as well.

“Sugar? Spice?”

“In the flesh, Justice Jugs,” Spice said.

Justice Girl’s hands involuntarily touched her breasts. Those two were always fond of commenting on her boobs. Indeed, they seemed consumed with other women’s breasts most of the time.

“What have you done?” she asked, unable to accept what her eyes were telling her.

“They switched sides,” the beautiful Latina said.

She was so familiar. Justice Girl turned her full attention to her. She was the key. By her costume, she had to be a rogue Sister.

“It’s only been something over three years,” she said. “You know, back when you betrayed my love and trust?”

“Synnamon!”

“The one and only.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come for you,” Synnamon said, dark eyes flashing. “I’ve come for love and vengeance.”

Justice Girl remembered. She recalled the dark, almost obsessive lust Synnamon had for her. She immediately threw a lightning bolt at Synnamon’s chest. Full strength.

Thunder rattled the warehouse, but the bolt never hit its target. Synnamon interjected a small refrigerator and it blew to pieces. A dozen flying missiles jumped at Justice Girl, moving with incredible force. But she sent a dozen small lightning bolts to blast each into oblivion.

“We’re well matched, you and I,” Synnamon said, grinning. “We always fought to a standstill during training, but today it’s no holds barred.”

“Life and death,” Justice Girl agreed. “Go to Hell!”

She shot one, two, three lightning bolts at Synnamon, high, low and middle. Each was countered by Synnamon. At the same time, more heavy objects took flight at Justice Girl and Zephyr.

For her part, Zephyr took flight. Sugar and Spice flew off in pursuit. Justice Girl cursed under her breath. Zephyr was no match for a veteran, especially a pair of well-coordinated hellions like Sugar and Spice. So she sent a bolt at them, and caught Sugar.

Spice cried out in horror, then rage as Sugar fell to the ground. The Super Heroine turned Super Villainess staggered to her feet quickly, though. Spice moved to protect her from further attack. So Justice Girl turned her attention back to Synnamon.

And got smacked dead between the eyes by a computer monitor. She was flipped completely head over heels and landed face down on the concrete floor. Too dazed to use her Power, she rolled left a bare second before several large pieces of equipment smashed into that spot. It was a close escape.

Rolling to her feet, Justice Girl found her enemy and drew in more electricity from the electric lines threaded throughout the warehouse walls. That electricity was quickly thrown at Synnamon.

Synnamon leapt out of the way. Hovering, she grinned victoriously down at Justice Girl. That only added fuel to her fire, so Justice Girl tricked her by pulling a bolt straight out of the electrical wiring behind Synnamon and pulling it to her. The bolt hit Synnamon in the small of the back. She wailed in pain and fell like a rock. The pretty brunette cried out and ran to her side.

“Ha! That’s how Justice Girl handles miscreants and Super Villains,” she called. “A lightning bolt takes the best of them down, and you’ll all suffer the same fate if you don’t surrender to me now!”

There were easily thirty men in the warehouse. They didn’t run away, so must be part of Synnamon’s evilness. She vowed they would all pay for that mistake. And pay dearly.

Justice Girl noticed that they’d all donned masks. That was an ominous act. She saw no reason for it. They had no secret identity to hide. Then Justice Girl realized the TV cameras were on and recording their little battle. They were remote controlled.

<This is a trap!> she thought.

Tiny lightning bolts leapt from her in all directions. Each one found a target, dropping thirty men in their tracks in less than fifteen seconds. The bolts weren’t that powerful, only enough to stun them a few minutes. The warehouse wiring wasn’t enough to provide the kind of electricity she was using. If she didn’t conserve juice Justice Girl could run out at an inopportune moment, and lose the battle.

“Zephyr! Come to me!” Justice Girl called.

Zephyr was nowhere to be seen. Neither were Sugar and Spice. Suddenly, a loud ruckus kicked up in back. She heard Sugar’s outraged cry, followed closely by Spice’s curses. Justice Girl smiled. Zephyr was tougher than she gave her credit for earlier.

“Bitch,” Synnamon growled. She was lying on her right hip, propped up on both elbows and glaring murderously at her. “You’ll pay for that. Oh, how you’ll pay.”

“You don’t scare me, Synnamon,” Justice Girl said. “I’m taking you down today. It will be you who pays. Pays for what you did to Aqua Girl.”

“What I did to Aqua Girl is nothing compared to what I’ll do to you,” Synnamon said. She pushed the brunette away, they shared a look, at which the brunette nodded and rushed off toward the door into the office. “I’m going to make you my bitch, Justice Girl. Then I’m selling you to a foreign drug lord that is willing to pay ten million dollars to own you.”

Justice Girl gasped. Ten million? Own her?

“You’re a white slaver?”

They both paused to look toward the front of the warehouse. Ten more men rushed into the warehouse. They weren’t warehouse workers. They wore gang colors.

“I’m the most successful white slaver on the West Coast,” Synnamon said, standing. She looked strong again. “I’ll sell Zephyr too, if she survives Sugar and Spice.”

Justice Girl panicked as the lights went out. It had to be why the brunette rushed off, to power down the building. Synnamon wanted to deprive her of electricity.

She felt the power radiating all around her vanish. Desperately, she started pulling in all available electricity. She could only “hold” so much, but it was a lot.

“Ouch,” Synnamon said, grinning even fiercer. “After a couple bolts you’ll be helpless.”

Zephyr screamed. Sugar and Spice laughed. All hell broke loose in back again. Telekinetic battle was very messy and loud. Wind Powers like Zephyr were subtle and quiet. But Synnamon stole all Justice Girl’s attention at that time.

Countless objects suddenly leapt at her. Instinctually, Justice Girl shot them down with small bolts of electricity. Lightning bolts. Within seconds she understood Synnamon’s strategy. She was making Justice Girl deplete her hoarded electricity defending herself. Justice Girl reached out with her Power to neighboring structures and overhead power lines.

The surrounding buildings were all dead too. Justice Girl was stunned. Synnamon had prepared well, too well. Within minutes she would be just as helpless as Synnamon foretold. A tinge of fear slithered up her spine. The vision of being strapped in the rack, naked and gang-raped flashed before her mind’s eyes. For the first time in her short life, Justice Girl felt the fear and dread of impending defeat and humiliation.

Then she found it.

A surge of power came to her from an underground line Synnamon probably didn’t know about. She used it to send a deadly bolt at her enemy. Synnamon flew straight up, losing control of her flying objects.

“Help!” Zephyr cried. “Justice Girl I can’t hold -- ”

And nothing.

The silence was deafening. Then Sugar and Spice began whooping and hollering with wicked glee. Justice Girl’s blood ran cold. Her heart skipped a beat, then began racing.

“We got her!” Spice called. “Synnamon, we got her good!”

“What do we do with her?” Sugar said. “Kill her?”

“No!” Justice Girl cried. “Don’t you dare hurt her!”

“Too late,” Spice said, and laughed. “Poor thing’s out cold!”

“She’s as helpless as a puppy,” Sugar said. “And I have a knife to her throat. Just give the word, Synnamon, and I’ll rid the world of this obnoxious goodie-two-shoe Zephyr.”

“No. Please,” Justice Girl said, clutching at her own bosom. “She just started last week. She hasn’t done anything to anyone. Zephyr’s innocent of anything. Don’t hurt her.”

“Zephyr’s fate is up to you, Justice Girl,” Synnamon said. “Cooperate, and I’ll let her live. Defy me, and she dies.”

“What do you want?”

“Release all your electricity into the ground,” Synnamon said. “Now!”

Justice Girl obeyed. Within a few seconds she was virtually helpless before Synnamon. The gang members started moving in with baseball bats. She glanced at them nervously and swallowed hard.

“I’ve done what you asked,” she said. “Release Zephyr.”

Synnamon glanced to Justice Girl’s right and nodded. Justice Girl turned to look that way when she heard a burst of compressed air pop. She felt a sharp pain in her right thigh and looked down. A red feathered dart was stuck in her flesh just above her boot top. She pulled it out and gawked at it slack jawed, then looked up at the woman that shot her. It was the pretty brunette.

“Oh, my,” Justice Girl said weakly. Strength fled from her limbs. She tried desperately to pull in electricity, but she couldn’t. Justice Girl couldn’t even feel electricity, which was something she’d never known. “This is bad.”

“You belong to me, Justice Girl,” Synnamon said, eyes afire.

"Ooooh," Justice Girl groaned, falling to hands and knees. "Zephyr, please forgive me."

Chapter 13

Synnamon seized Justice Girl with her Power and lifted her off the ground. She was rotated until she was sprawled out about four feet off the ground, horizontal to the floor. When she tried to stretch her hands and feet toward the floor, Justice Girl found them firmly held in place by the same force holding her up.

Justice Girl was utterly helpless.

There was no feeling of gravity pulling her down. Her body felt as if it belonged at that spot four feet off the floor. When she closed her eyes, there was no sense of up and down.

Within seconds a semi-circle of leering young men surrounded Justice Girl. Up close, she saw they belonged to the Daggers street gang. Donny Johnson stepped up close, grinning fiercely.

“Remember me?” he said

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Last time we met, Justice Girl, you zapped me so hard all the hair on my body was burned off,” Donny said. He reached out and caressed her rump. His fingers slipped under her costume’s bottom and he fingered her puckered anus. “Fortunately, my lawyer got me off on a technicality, so I could be here to assist in dragging your fine ass down.”

Justice Girl remembered that day in court too well. His lawyer successfully argued she illegally forced Donny’s confession by brutal use of her Power. It wasn’t true. She never tried to make him confess. He just blurted it out. There were witnesses, too, but the judge was unimpressed. Donny Johnson walked.

Synnamon landed just two feet in front of her.

“Party time,” Synnamon said, grinning victoriously.

Justice Girl was so startled by her sudden drop from the heavens, and her wicked look of delight, she forgot that Donny was trying to penetrate her asshole. Distracted, she relaxed her sphincter a bare second and he pushed his finger deep inside her.

“Oh!” she gasped.

“Donny’s already getting Sweet Little Justice Girl to loosen up,” Synnamon said and laughed. “I admire your dedication to your job.”

“Please make him stop,” Justice Girl said. “This isn’t right. Synnamon, we were friends once. Mercy, please.”

“She’s right, Donny,” Synnamon said. “Stop it now.”

Stunned, he pulled his finger out and stepped back a step. All the Daggers shifted uncomfortably and watched their leader’s reaction. She could feel the rising tension.

Justice Girl relaxed a bit. Maybe Synnamon would be reasonable. They were best friends during their two years of training at the Sisterhood’s Super Heroine Academy.

“After all,” continued the Super Villainess, “I’m the one that captured her, so I should get to despoiler her super fine, super powered body first. Then everyone can take a turn on her.”

The Daggers all grinned fiercely.

A cameraman hurried up behind Synnamon. His camera was aimed straight at Justice Girl’s face. Synnamon took note of his arrival and stepped close to her head and turned to the camera.

Cheek to cheek, she and Synnamon were facing the camera. Synnamon’s left hand cupped her off cheek, keeping her from pulling away.

“Hello boys and girls,” Synnamon said proudly. “Here’s a titillating tidbit of what’s coming. Justice Girl has just been captured, along with her sexy sidekick, Zephyr. Soon, they will both be exposed!”

“No, please, don’t,” Justice Girl begged. Tears were beginning to flow. “This isn’t right. Don’t do this, Synnamon.”

“As you can see, Justice Girl isn’t quite as excited about the upcoming events,” Synnamon said, then nuzzled her cheek. “But for our loyal subscribers, here’s a little taste of what’s to come.”

To Justice Girl’s horror, Synnamon turned a face full of arousal to her. Full lips slightly parted, she nuzzled her cheek again, then locked eyes. There was electricity in that gaze that set Justice Girl’s twat and tits a-tingle. Then Synnamon’s eyelids dropped sensuously and her head tilted to the right.

“Oh!” Justice Girl gasped.

Synnamon’s warm, moist lips slowly melted into hers. The sensuous lipstick kiss absorbed her entire attention. Synnamon’s tongue darted in and out of her mouth, teasing and toying with her. When Synnamon groaned with pure pleasure, she felt her resolve melt a bit more.

“Cut!” a man called.

Synnamon’s kiss lingered a moment longer, then she slowly pulled away. Justice Girl opened her eyes to see satisfaction on Synnamon’s face.

“You’re an evil person,” Justice Girl said. “You’ll pay for what you’re about to do to me.”

“Maybe. Maybe not,” Synnamon said. She caressed Justice Girl’s cheek. “But you won’t be around to witness it, my captive crime fighting amazon.”

“How are we going to handle this, Synnamon?”

He was the man that stopped the filming of the kiss. Of course, the camera was still rolling. It never left her face. Looking around, she spotted a dozen more cameramen, all but one were recording her capture and torment from different angles. The lone holdout was frantically working on his camera.

“Handle what?” she said, turning to the young man.

“Our cup runneth over, milady,” he said, and pointed toward the back of the warehouse.

Justice Girl followed their line of sight.

“No!” she cried.

Sugar and Spice were returning in triumph. Zephyr was bound, gagged and dazed. She could barely walk. And worse, her costume was gone. Zephyr wore only her mask, gloves and boots.

“Put her on the beam,” Synnamon said. “I think it’s about time a Super Heroine bent over backwards for us, don’t you?”

“George, prepare to go live with this,” Synnamon said. “Immediately. I want the world to witness Zephyr’s defilement by Sugar and Spice. I want it to be live.”

“Woo-hoo!” Sugar crowed. “It’s party time!”

“We’re about to become international porn stars,” Spice said. She poked Zephyr in the side. Zephyr groaned miserably. “You excited about becoming a porn star, Windy Wet Twat?”

The beam was carried out to the middle of the small studio set. Justice Girl found herself slowly propelled toward it, followed by the Daggers. Sugar and Spice led Zephyr straight to the beam.

The beam was about four feet long, padded and sturdy looking, with four wide spread legs. Zephyr was pushed backward upon it and balanced. Then Sugar shackled her wrists while Spice did the same to her ankles. Then her wrists and ankles were bound together, with a chain dropping down to the frame below. They tightened the chain until Zephyr was pulled back almost double.

“Sugar. Spice,” Justice Girl called. “How can you do this? We’ve worked together for years. How can you so easily turn your backs on your Sisters like this? How can you be so utterly vile?”

“Watch,” Spice said. “And know you’re next.”

“Rack her up, boys,” Synnamon said.

Eager hands seized Justice Girl’s arms and legs. An instant later Synnamon released her. There was a second of vertigo, then she was carried bodily to the waiting rack.

Justice Girl struggled weakly in their grasp. Whatever drug Synnamon used on her took away her super strength as well as her Power over electricity. She was as weak as a newborn kitten. They easily manhandled her into position, then bound her ankles and wrists spread-eagle on the rack.

“You’ll be able to watch the whole thing,” Synnamon said. “In fact, you will be the backdrop of Zephyr’s defilement.”

“Justice Girl!” Zephyr cried weakly. “What’s happening? It hurts.”

“Be strong, my friend!” Justice Girl said. “I’m sorry I led you to this. It’s all my fault.”

“You are going to be the unwilling subject and star of a live sex show on SuperHeroinesExposed.com in one minute, my lovely amazon,” Synnamon said. “And I will make millions peddling videos of your shapely tits and ass online for years to come.”

Her mind went blank. Justice Girl never felt so helpless in her life. Her friend and Sister was about to be publicly humiliated, exposed and lesbian raped. Then, she knew, the men would line up to have their fun.

<Then it’ll be my turn,> Justice Girl thought bleakly.

“Boss, the promo link is up on the site and we already have twenty-two visitors waiting,” the director said. He checked a monitor. “There are another six hundred visiting the site right now, and we’re sending promotional IMs to them now. By the time we go live we should have a respectable audience.”

“Great, George,” she said. “Sugar and Spice, are you ready?”

“Ready, willing and able, boss,” Spice said.

Both amazons were fully costumed, standing to either side of Zephyr with arms akimbo and wicked looks of glee on their beautiful masked faces. Spice could barely stand still she was so excited. Justice Girl couldn’t believe they’d been Sisters for so long and didn’t realize the depths of their depravity.

“Boss, you’re live in five, four, three, two, one -- ”

“Hello, my wicked lovelies,” Synnamon purred to the camera. “It’s another red letter day at SuperHeroinesExposed.com. Just moments ago we captured the legendary, the sexually delicious Justice Girl and her equally delectable sidekick, Zephyr.”

Justice Girl’s attention was morbidly glued to the large monitor between the two main floor mounted robotic cameras. Synnamon walked a few feet to her right, followed by the camera, to stand before her erotically bound captives. The camera quickly swept over Justice Girl, lingering a second on her bonds, then showed Sugar and Spice and finally settled on poor, pitiful Zephyr so wickedly bound up and exposed.

“I’m afraid the sexy sidekick has already been toyed with by my luscious comrades, former Super Heroines Sugar and Spice.”

They curtsied and smiled brightly for the cameras.

“Good citizens,” Justice Girl called. “Please, I beseech you, turn off your computers. Cancel your memberships in this vile website and contact the police!”

Synnamon cut an amused look her way. Then she gave a subtle signal and Justice Girl heard the tap tapping of stilettos approaching her from the rear. The scooting sound of a stepladder followed that. Then a presence was felt behind her.

“Time to shut up,” Lolita said, then kissed her on the ear.

“No! Everyone, we’re located at -- ”

A large hard rubber ball was inserted in her mouth. Straps were pulled back tightly and buckled together. Justice Girl’s eyes went wide as she realized her mistake. She should’ve blurted out their address immediately. She glanced down at Zephyr, praying she heard and realized what she needed to say. But Sugar was faster.

Zephyr was immediately ball-gagged.

“Now, isn’t live webcams exciting?” Synnamon said. “Justice Girl almost gave away our location, and that would’ve forced us to shut down immediately and move before the police arrived.”

“We still have to move,” Lolita said. She reached around Justice Girl and slipped her hand under her bottom, grabbed a couple of pubic hairs, and jerked them out. “Bad girl. Very bad girl.”

“Poor Justice Girl,” Synnamon said, grinning evilly. “She’ll have to be punished. It probably won’t be live, since we’ll have to move now. But fear not, any punishment will be recorded and offered up for our members’ viewing pleasure.”

Justice Girl slammed her head straight back, catching Lolita in the temple. Synnamon’s beautiful paramour cried out in pain and surprise as she tumbled off the stepladder. But Synnamon was quick, and caught her lovely lover with her Power before she crashed into the hard concrete floor.

“Lolita, come here baby,” Synnamon said, pulling her over with her Power. Lolita was sobbing prettily as Synnamon’s arms encircled her. They shared a long, lingering kiss. “Don’t worry, Snuggle Kitten, you’ll have your day with Justice Girl. She’ll be sorry she hurt you. Very sorry.” Synnamon looked at the camera. “Without further ado, please enjoy the erotic show Sugar and Spice promise to give. My friends, the mighty Super Heroine Zephyr -– exposed!”

The camera switched to Sugar and Spice. Justice Girl could do nothing but watch in rising terror. Sugar began by sucking on Zephyr’s exposed tits. Spice fingered her shaven twat. Zephyr groaned and struggled vainly under their wicked ministrations.

Very soon, Spice showed the world that Zephyr’s pussy was sopping wet already. She continued to work that pussy, too. One hand finger fucked the bound beauty, while the other massaged her clitoris. Within a few minutes, Zephyr began breathing loudly and erratically through her nose, her sky blue eyes wide and disbelieving.

Then Spice shifted her position and one of the cameras moved and zoomed in on Zephyr’s wet, glistening cunt while Spice’s perfectly manicured hands worked her over good. Then Spice’s ruby red lips came into frame, slightly parted and panting. She eased in slowly, letting the tension build dramatically for the viewers. They all knew what was going to happen next.

“Mmm,” Spice said as her red lips kissed Zephyr’s cunt lips.

She pulled back, leaving a faint lip print. Then her wet, pink tongue slipped into Zephyr’s exposed and open slit. Everyone heard Zephyr gasp and saw her body tense.

Justice Girl alternated between looking down at the three of them, and watching the monitor of what was going out live over the web. Smaller monitors further back showed what each of the robot cameras, and all of the shoulder cameras were filming. One of the shoulder cams was zoomed in on her own face, while another was running up and down her bound body. It tended to linger on her tits, though.

“My turn,” Sugar said after about fifteen minutes.

Spice stood and grinned at the camera. Her chin was wet with Zephyr’s love juices.

But Sugar got Justice Girl’s attention. She picked up a foot long dildo. It was semi-hard white rubber and thick. But first she took her turn licking and sucking on Zephyr’s cunt while Spice enjoyed her firm tits and erect nipples.

After another fifteen minutes, the show took a darker turn in Justice Girl’s eyes. Sugar inserted the dildo and began working it in with small strokes that kept going deeper and deeper. Meanwhile, Sugar whispered something in Zephyr’s ear and then removed the ball gag. Then with legs wide, Spice squatted down to press her pussy to Zephyr’s lips.

Zephyr kissed, then licked Spice’s cunt. It wasn’t very enthusiastic on Zephyr’s part, but Justice Girl was sure it convinced millions that she was a lesbian. Most people thought amazons were one and all lesbians, since impregnation would strip them of their Powers and few amazons would risk it for a few moments pleasure with a man.

“Woo-hoo! Synnamon, Zephyr’s hymen is intact! She’s a virgin!” Sugar said. Then her face turned ugly a second and she shoved the dildo home; pushed it all the way inside the helpless heroine. “Oops, she was a virgin. Hee hee.”

Sugar motioned Donny Johnson over. He was well masked and anonymous to the world. Donny moved up close to Zephyr’s twat, dropped his pants and showed the world his manhood. It was quite impressive. Spice, still being eaten out by Zephyr, bent over and gave the massive rod a kiss.

“All right, boys, Sugar said. “It’s time to mount up and show this Super Slut a good time. Who will be the one to impregnate Zephyr? Who will ultimately strip the little goodie-two-shoes of her amazon Powers?”

“There a ten thousand dollar bonus for the man who impregnates her,” Synnamon said.

Donny rubbed his erect penis against Zephyr’s quivering pussy for several minutes. Justice Girl could barely breathe. She kept seeing his cock preparing to violate her body. And the thoughts made her body ache in a horribly erotic way.

Seconds later Donny slipped inside Zephyr and started humping her like there was no tomorrow. Justice Girl idly wondered if there would be a tomorrow for either of them. And if there was, did she really want to live to see it?

“My aroused friends,” Synnamon said, four hours later after every man that wanted a shot, and some that came back for seconds, finished their gang-bang of Zephyr. “My male friends are spent on the first of our marvelous morsels of despair. Tomorrow, begins the defiling of Justice Girl.”

Synnamon walked over to Justice Girl. She reached up and slipped an index finger under her captive’s costume. Justice Girl closed her eyes and tried to ignore what Synnamon was doing to her clitoris. But it was hard to ignore that finger, so skilled in its wicked ways.

“It’ll be a two or three day affair, culminating in the unmasking of Justice Girl and Zephyr, live on SuperHeroinesExposed.com. I hope you join us for their long, torturous ravishment and ultimate exposure, because I know you’ll love every minute of it.”

Chapter 14

Everything was going so well. Synnamon wanted to dance and sing with pleasure. But first, they had to move. The police would be there sooner or later, just because of the damage Justice Girl did to the front door. The explosion had to be heard over a mile away. Any patrol officer that spotted it would stop to investigate.

Synnamon’s men were spread out all around the warehouse for a mile in all directions. So far, they had diverted two patrol cars. There was nothing to indicate anyone called the police on the explosion, though. At least there were no sign of police investigation in the area.

The clean up was done. They were in the process of making it look like a construction sight. She would pay contractors to redo the front facade, just to keep up appearances. This warehouse was so convenient in the white slavery smuggling operation. It would be a terrible setback to lose it.

There was a knock at the door. Synnamon turned to the door and pursed her lips. It was time.

“Enter.”

Benny the Rock came in first. He was followed by Sugar leading Justice Girl on the end of a leash. The fallen Super Heroine looked so sexy, so miserable, on that collar and leash. Spice came in last, with Zephyr staggering after her, also on leash and collar. Both captives had their wrists handcuffed behind their backs.

“Put them over there,” Synnamon said, indicating a wall.

Justice Girl and Zephyr were pushed roughly up against the wall. Sugar and Spice didn’t need the collars to make the Super Heroines obey. Since both were drugged, neither had control of their respective Power. Their lovely bodies were easily manipulated by the Super Villainesses' telekinetic Powers. And they used those Powers to hold Justice Girl and Zephyr against the wall.

The four of them standing together was quite a sight to behold. Spice was the tallest, a good two inches over Justice Girl’s five foot eight body. Zephyr was shortest, a good two inches under Sugar’s five foot five. Justice Girl and Sugar had the most magnificent blonde manes, both flowing silkily to the small of their backs. Spice’s red hair fell halfway down her back, while Zephyr’s brown hair was cropped relatively short in Synnamon’s opinion at just below her shoulders.

Synnamon’s basest desires were sparked. She so wanted to bed each and every one of them. Sugar and Spice had already shared her bed, both one-on-one and as a threesome. Aside from some light molestation, Synnamon hadn’t enjoyed her newly captured crime fighters' bodies yet. That would end soon.

“Sugar, I need you and Spice to take charge outside,” Synnamon said. Sugar and Spice looked at her in shock. They wanted to have some fun at their former colleagues’ expense. They had issues to work out with Justice Girl, and pure animal lust to spend on Zephyr. “I know. I understand you want some one-on-one time with Justice Girl. So do I. I’ve been waiting longer.”

“But -- ” Spice started to say.

“No buts, Spice. I need you to help move this operation over to the mansion,” Synnamon said.

They were all moving to the basement of Mr. Minks’ mansion up in the hills. It was convenient for Synnamon, since it was just a five minute drive from her penthouse apartment up Mountain Canyon Drive. Mr. Minks agreed to “host” them, for a price.

“Have Benny do it,” Sugar said petulantly.

“Benny’s my underling, Sugar. You and Spice want to be partners, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said warily.

“Then I need you to go out and take charge of those men,” she said. “They need to see you as leaders in this organization. They have to become used to taking your orders.”

Neither one of them liked it, but they shuffled out to take charge of the move to the mansion. There wasn’t really anything for them to do. Synnamon already trained the men on exactly what to do under this circumstance. But they did need to establish themselves as leaders in the group.

“Benny, guard the door. I don’t want to be disturbed by anyone,” she said.

“You got it, boss.”

He paused to gaze longingly at Justice Girl. They had history. She’d taken him down five times in three years. He’d spend the last two years in the penitentiary due in large part to her testimony at trial. He wanted her badly.

“Don’t worry, Benny. Just as I promised, you’ll be the first man to sample her feminine charms,” Synnamon said. “Live on SuperHeroineExposed.com.”

He grinned lecherously at Justice Girl, who gawked back at him in horror. He reached out and gave her large tits a good doubled handed squeeze, then walked out the door. Synnamon was confident no one would interrupt them.

Forgetting about her minions, Synnamon turned her full attention back to Justice Girl and Zephyr. Justice Girl was in full costume and mask. Zephyr was stripped to mask, gloves and boots. Synnamon especially liked her shaven crotch. Most Super Heroines that wore latex also shaved their pubic region. Both Synnamon and Lolita were shaven.

“So, Justice Jugs,” Synnamon said. Since Sugar and Spice’s departure, Synnamon had taken over the duty of holding the two Super Heroines fast to the wall. It was pitifully easy. “Are you also shaven in the pubic area like Zephyr?”

Zephyr’s face reddened. Justice Girl just scowled at her. Synnamon paused to admire their beauty. Lolita had freshened their makeup after the show. They were real beauties to behold. And she was about to behold a lot more of each of them.

“I have questions that need answering,” Synnamon said.

Both women began fidgeting. Nothing worried Super Heroines like personal questions. Their secret identities were sacred, jealously guarded at all costs.

“First, but not foremost, what does Justice Girl look like naked,” she said and watched with delight as her victim grimaced. “And I intend to find out your true identities. I’m going to unmask you.”

They blanched. It was interesting that nakedness and rape scared them less than unmasking. In truth, Synnamon understood that sentiment completely. Her life would be devastated if the world learned the internationally renowned fashion designer Carmen Herrera was really the infamous Super Heroine gone bad, Synnamon. Her face was too well known. There would be no place on earth she could safely hide from justice.

“Someday you’ll pay dearly for this,” Justice Girl threatened lamely.

“Oh, so you want to go first?” Synnamon said.

“No!”

“Then you want me to unmask Zephyr first?”

“No!”

Synnamon grinned. Justice Girl was beside herself. The last thing in the world she wanted to happen was be unmasked. But she cared too much for her younger comrade, Zephyr. She was torn between self-preservation and loyalty to her friend.

“Justice Girl,” Synnamon said. “You decide who is unmasked first.”

“Fuck you,” Justice Girl said defiantly.

“You will. Soon,” Synnamon said, grinning. Just saying it made her body tingle most delightfully. “But first, I have a task to do.”

She moved up close to the helpless heroine. Justice Girl tried to escape, tried to press herself back away from her merciless captor. Synnamon’s telekinetic Power was too great for poor Justice Girl’s weak struggling. But her pathetic struggles aroused Synnamon’s animal hunger.

Synnamon pushed up against Justice Girl, breasts pressed into breasts. She was about two inches taller than her blonde haired, blued eyed captive. The additional height gave her more of a feeling of dominance, and she could tell Justice Girl felt it too.

“Tell me your secret identity, and I won’t strip you naked right here and now,” she said.

“No.”

“You realize, don’t you, that I’ll be helpless but to molest your naked body,” Synnamon said. Justice Girl’s eyes widened, but she got a firm set to her jaw. “I see you look forward to our little tryst.”

She tried to kiss Justice Girl’s gorgeous red lips, but she turned her face. Synnamon could use her Power to hold her fast, but chose a different way.

“If you don’t face me,” she purred into Justice Girl’s ear, “I’ll kick Zephyr in the face. I’ll hurt her badly.”

Justice Girl swallowed hard and slowly turned her head back to face Synnamon. Their noses were almost touching. Synnamon smiled, then dropped her gaze to Justice Girl’s quivering lips.

“So enticing,” she whispered, then kissed her softly. “So delicious.”

Synnamon leaned into the kiss. It was deep and long and passionate. She savored the feel of two sets of lipstick coated lips sliding over each other.

“Mmmm,” Synnamon said.

She’d waited years for that moment. Over five years.

“I’ve waited so long for this night,” she muttered, breathless with excitement. “I’m going to make you scream with pleasure. You will be so sorry you turned me down.”

“No, I won’t,” Justice Girl said flatly.

That sobered her up. For a brief moment, while lost in the kiss and her own fantasies, Synnamon forgot herself. They were not lovers, but captor and captive. Justice Girl would do anything and everything she wanted her to do, but it wouldn’t be voluntarily.

Synnamon smiled. She preferred to force herself on a woman anyway. Breaking an unwilling, straight woman was the sweetest victory of all. Justice Girl would be broken.

The slamming of a bay door echoed through the warehouse, and then came muffled voices from the closed office as well. It interrupted her reverie, and reminded her of how little time she had left.

“We’ll continue this later,” she said. She reached up to Justice Girl’s mask. “But first, the unmasking of Justice Girl!”

“Wait!” Justice Girl cried. “I thought you wanted to do that on the internet. Don't you want to do it live?”

“Oh, I will,” she said, smiling evilly. “But this is for insurance. There is always the off chance you will escape. This way I already know who you really are, and can either go after you or let the cat out of the bag and sit back and watch as others take you out.”

“You are such a horrible, horrible woman!” Zephyr cried.

Synnamon cut an amused glance her way.

“You’re next, Sweet Tits,” she said.

She reached for Justice Girl’s mask again. The buxom beauty tried to turn her head, but Synnamon used her Power to keep her still. Justice Girl groaned, then moaned miserably as Synnamon’s finely manicured hands touched the bright red mask.

“And the Super Heroine Justice Girl really is...” Synnamon said melodramatically. She pressed the two buttons, releasing the mask. She pulled it way. Gasped in recognition. “Nicole Boudreaux! The great mystery novelist Nicole Boudreaux! Wow, how great is that?”

“You bitch!” Justice Girl gasped, tears flowing down her cheeks. “You horrible bitch!”

“I may be a horrible person for what I just did, Blue Eyes, but you are the bitch. I just made you my bitch,” Synnamon said triumphantly. “Since I know who you really are, I own you. You know it, Nikki Justice Jugs. I own you.”

Synnamon moved over to Zephyr. The small Super Heroine seemed to shrink within herself as she loomed over her. To see her so terrified made Synnamon feel big and strong and dominant. She seized Zephyr’s head in both hands and kissed her long and deep.

“Now, who is this delicate flower of super powered femininity?” she said, reaching for the pure white mask.

“Please don’t!”

Synnamon ignored her pleas. She pressed the required buttons and pulled the mask from her face. It took a long moment, but she finally put name to face.

“Barbi Bangs!” Synnamon said. “The weekend weather bunny on Channel 6 Action News.”

“I’m destroyed,” Zephyr muttered dejectedly.

“Not yet,” Synnamon said, smiling evilly. “But soon. Very soon.”

She walked across the room and picked up the most important piece of equipment there. A digital camera. She took a picture of the unmasked Super Heroines from across the room, then kept clicking away as she moved closer and closer. After fifty pictures, including close ups of both women, she set the camera aside.

“Digital camera. I’ll download it straight into my server. You know, the SuperHeroinesExposed.com server,” she said, gloating. “But they won’t be posted for another four or five days, at least.”

“Why so long?” Justice Girl asked. “I’d think you’d want the world to know as quickly as possible.”

“I do, but I also see the chance to make millions and millions of dollars by drawing it out,” she said. She was so pleased Justice Girl asked. “The longer it takes to identify you, the more publicity my website gets. I figure three days.”

“Three days? What’ll you do with us until then?” Zephyr said nervously.

“Guess,” Synnamon said, smiling evilly.

Both Super Heroines groaned and rolled their eyes. They knew exactly what Synnamon would do to them. But she told them anyway.

“Televised sex,” she said. “Live sex shows with captured Super Heroines is a big draw. Each day me and the boys will sate our unnatural lusts on you two lovelies until the cows come home.”

Justice Girl turned even whiter.

“You’re a horrible monster!”

“I agree,” Synnamon said. “Then, on day three, I’ll put you both on the live netcam, and remove your masks. At that time me and the boys will go wild on you both.”

“Then you sell us into white slavery overseas,” Justice Girl said.

“Of course. I've had a buyer for your sweet white ass for a while, but I can now announce that Zephyr has been sold to third world industrialist for a cool five million,” Synnamon said happily. “That’s more than I thought I’d get for a brand new Super Heroine who proved herself tragically incompetent.”

“Bitch!” Justice Girls growled. “She is not incompetent. You, Synnamon, are horribly evil. Evil enough to destroy a beautiful young woman who only wanted to help and make the world a better place.”

“Cool, huh?”

Justice Girl and Zephyr, unmasked, glared hatefully at Synnamon. She felt a chill down her spine for a bare instant, but the knowledge they were destroyed warmed her heart and eased her mind. The digital camera held their ultimate doom. And worse, it would seal the doom of their mothers and female siblings, too.

“I’ve really enjoyed our little girl talk,” Synnamon said, noticing the time. “But its time to move your shapely rumps to a new, safer location. Then the fun begins! Well, at least for us. I don’t think either of you will enjoy it that much.”

Synnamon put their masks back on and called Benny in. Within minutes Lolita arrived with a small box. From the box, Lolita removed a pair of syringes. She watched the horror grow on both of the doomed women. But within seconds of being injected, Justice Girl and Zephyr were unconscious.

“Good job, Lolita,” Synnamon said. “Benny, box the bitches and let’s get on the road.”

Chapter 15

The tutor mansion was large and set back on beautifully manicured grounds. The main house could not be seen from the winding road. But the nightly party could be heard.

Synnamon’s semi pulled into the underground garage just after dark. She supervised the removal of two crates that held Justice Girl and Zephyr. They came off first, and then she led the way down an underground passage to the mansion’s basement.

Mr. Minks was waiting. All six foot six of him.

Synnamon looked him over quickly as she approached. He was in full pimp mode. He wore a gold velvet suit. His matching hat had a large white feather. There had to be two dozen gold chains hanging around his neck and every finger sported a large, gaudy ring. Fortunately, he was alone. Too often, his bodyguards accompanied him.

“I expected you before the party started,” he said.

She pursed her lips as she regarded him. Synnamon needed Mr. Minks. For the moment. She couldn’t take her captives to her penthouse. There was no way to sneak them inside. And the walls weren’t soundproofed. Besides, too many celebrities lived there, so the building was under constant surveillance by the paparazzi.

“There were delays,” Synnamon said soothingly. “Traffic delays. It’s rush hour, after all.”

“It’s Sunday, Sweetheart.”

“It’s Ocean City, Sweetheart.”

Once again, Synnamon cursed Justice Girl for her destructive arrival. She never anticipated the usually stable and oh so careful Super Heroine would charge in like an airborne assault brigade. Super Heroines are so careful of private property, to keep up their public image.

Synnamon only had the one warehouse, and no other safe houses available. Due to a recent police crackdown, she divested herself of all her private residences and warehouse space. Anything that could be traced back to her was gone. The warehouse was a new investment by her newly formed front company. There was no way for anyone to trace ownership of it back to her.

But she found herself in a quandary earlier. Amon Rodgers would’ve taken them in, but his price would’ve been staggering. Beside, she wouldn’t have felt safe inside his stronghold. He had a burning hatred for all Alpha Metas. As well, the other gangs and crime organizations pledging themselves to her leadership couldn’t be trusted yet either.

So, Mr. Minks’ party palace, called The Mansion by the celebrities and jet setters that hung out there, was the only option available at a moment’s notice. He, of course, was charging her an exorbanent price: five thousand dollars a day and use of both Super Heroines in his high-class brothel each night they stayed under his roof.

Mr. Minks had a sweet situation, in Synnamon’s mind. His celebrity hangout doubled as a super high-class brothel. Somehow, and Synnamon wanted badly to find out how, Mr. Minks had some of the hottest, most sought after actresses, super models and singers in the world working for him as call girls. Word was if you wanted her, and could afford it, Mr. Minks would deliver her to your bed.

“They’re in the crates?” he said, indicating the two coffin sized crates being carried behind her. She nodded. “Let’s see the merchandise, Sweetheart.”

Synnamon had her men place the crates against the far wall. The rest of the men continued on to the room set aside for their new studio. They had orders to have it up and working by first light. Justice Girl’s big premier was tomorrow.

“Open them up, Benny,” she said.

The first crate he pried open contained Zephyr. The beautiful brunette looked peaceful. She was still naked. Her sky blue and white latex costume was wadded up at her booted feet. Mr. Minks caressed her masked face, then fondled her tits. Lastly, he fingered her twat.

“Beautiful,” he said in awe. “I’ve never worked a Super Heroine up close and personal before.” He glanced at the other crate, half-open by now. “Now for Justice Girl. I’ve waited a long time for this day.”

Mr. Minks also caressed her cheek, then reached down and yanked her top down. Synnamon started to say something, but realized it didn’t matter. She wanted to save if for the camera’s, but this was fine. Mr. Minks had to be appeased for now.

“She’s a beauty,” Synnamon said. “Tomorrow the whole world will see just how beautiful. Live on my website.”

“Wake them up,” he said. “I’ll break them in for you tonight. These bitches going to make me a bundle tonight.”

“No,” Synnamon said. “They won’t wake up until morning. I gave them a very heavy dose to ensure they didn’t wake up en route.”

“What? Our agreement -- ”

“I know, our agreement says you get them at night to whore off in The Mansion,” she said, disgusted. That would seriously cut back on the time she would have with them, taking pornographic photos, filming sex videos, and otherwise sexually tormenting the two fallen Super Heroines. “It’ll have to start tomorrow night, Mr. Minks. After I expose Justice Girl on my website.”

“Tomorrow night?” he stood, looming over her threateningly. She scowled up at him. She was Alpha Meta, and didn’t like being intimidated. But he was big, black and angry, with a lifetime’s experience in putting women in their place. “You make it happen tonight, bitch.”

“It won’t happen tonight, Mr. Minks,” she said levelly. Sugar and Spice entered the room. They split and stood to either side of the door, balled up fists on well-rounded hips and threatening looks on otherwise angelic masked faces. “Isn’t that right, girls?”

“Dead right,” Spice said.

The lids off the two crates suddenly flew across the room and shattered into a thousand pieces. Mr. Minks paused to regard the twin piles of scrap wood and splinters, then turned wary eyes toward the newly converted Super Villainesses.

Synnamon smiled coldly up at the giant black man. He wasn’t used to being intimidated. She had to hand it to Sugar and Spice. They did just the right thing and at the right moment. The two strippers understood how to handle men all too well.

“What kind of time frame we looking at, Sweetheart?”

“Hmm,” Synnamon said. She winked at Sugar and Spice. “Justice Girl’s big exposé is six tomorrow night, Pacific Time. At that time we won’t have any need for Zephyr for the rest of the evening. You can have her then. I’ll give you Justice Girl around ten.”

“The party doesn’t get started until eleven or twelve anyway,” Sugar said. “Besides, a lot of your perverted celebrity clientele will be watching Justice Girl get her comeuppance anyway.”

“They’ll be hot for her after the show,” Spice said. “Or any pretty blonde in a Justice Girl outfit, for that matter.”

“Exactly,” Synnamon said. “Justice Girl will be pretending to be a whore, pretending to be Justice Girl. Understood?”

“I understand that,” Mr. Minks said. “I got six or seven girls already pretending to be Justice Girl, and another four pretending to the Zephyr. My guest will want the real thing, but will settle for what they think is a look alike whore.”

“Excellent,” Synnamon said, eyes a-twinkle. Justice Girl and Zephyr will be totally humiliated by being forced into prostitution. “They will be delivered as promised to the prepared rooms.”

“Sugar and I will be providing security,” Spice said.

“We might even partake in the fun,” Sugar said. “If invited.”

Sugar and Spice would be in the same room, to ensure none of the guests released her captives. They would be pretending they were the “real” Sugar and Spice, except wearing slightly incorrect costumes. The two amazons had already used Zephyr live on the internet, so were known to have helped in their capture and torments.

Mr. Minks looked longingly at the unconscious Super Heroines. Synnamon saw the bulge in his crotch. Then he looked Sugar and Spice over appreciatively. Finally, he studied Synnamon’s body with interest.

“You know, Synnamon, you leave me in an embarrassing situation,” he said. “I got some of my boys upstairs expecting to party with Super Heroines. I owe them big, and this was the payoff. Now you tell me Justice Girl and Zephyr aren’t available till tomorrow night. That’ll be too late.”

“What are you suggesting,” Synnamon said, knowing what he wanted.

“What about you and them?” he said. “You all used to be Super Heroines. And I saw y’all with Aqua Girl and earlier today with Zephyr on the web. As I recall, some of the boys had sex with y’all as well.”

“Yes, the three of us go both ways,” she said. “Are you suggesting we whore ourselves off to your friends?”

“Naw, nothing like that. It ain’t for money. It’s a party. An orgy, if your willing,” he said. “They’re all hung like horses and know how to handle women in bed to give the best love possible.”

“Oh, I’m in,” Spice said. “Penis party.”

“Penis party!” Sugar said, a wicked look of delight on her face.

“Can I bring Lolita?” Synnamon said. It would take hours to set everything up, and her captives wouldn’t provide any entertainment for hours to come. “She loves a good orgy as much as I do.”

“The more the merrier,” he said, grinning.

# # #

Mr. Minks paused to listen. Nothing could be heard. He pressed the button and a section of wall moved back. No one shouted a warning, so he moved into the room. It was empty save for Justice Girl and Zephyr. But there were five guards outside the door.

“This shouldn’t take long,” he muttered.

He hurried to Justice Girl’s side. She was out of the crate. They had bound her up tightly in rope, and laid her out on the floor. A chain around her ankles secured her to the floor, as did another around her neck. She was still in full costume, though no one had bothered to cover up her exposed breasts yet.

Zephyr was similarly bound and secured to the floor.

Mr. Minks quickly hurried to Justice Girl. He reached down to her mask and started pressing in the two areas the release buttons should be. He knew how the masks sealed and released, he just never had the opportunity to unmask a Super Heroine as yet. That fact ended when he found the correct pair and her mask came off into his hands.

He looked at her face a long moment. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Finally, fearing he’d be discovered, Mr. Minks removed a camera from his pocket and snapped a couple pictures of her face. Then he replaced her mask.

Moments later, Zephyr’s mask was off. He immediately knew she was Barbi Bangs. Just that afternoon one of his celebrity clients requested her for a night of sexual depravity.

“Looks like I might be able to deliver,” he muttered, then took her picture as well.

With Zephyr masked again, he left the room. No one would ever know he sneaked in and took their pictures. Unless they escaped Synnamon’s clutches and survived. If Synnamon lost them, and couldn’t identify them, then Mr. Minks knew he could. They would then belong to him.