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VICTORY GIRL: NO SMALL VICTORY

By Dark One

Victoria Colt slipped into her secret room late at night. It was hidden behind a secret entrance in the master bedroom suite of her stately mansion in the most exclusive section of Ocean City. The concealed suite consisted of a command center with TV monitors and several powerful, state-of-the-art computers, a closet/dressing room, and a bathroom. Everything a Super Heroine needed.

It was so secret even her loyal staff didn't know it existed or that she was the nebulous amazon known as Victory Girl. Indeed, many people didn't believe Victory Girl even existed outside of Justice Girl's imagination. And Victoria wanted to keep it that way, too.

The staff was retired for the night, and they thought she was also. Victoria Colt, America's Sweetheart and top morning talk show host, needed her beauty sleep. And lots of it, too. There were strict orders not to disturb her.

Once she was safely inside her inner sanctum, she shed the scandalously short silk dressing robe and stood before the full-length mirror in all her naked glory. And what a glorious sight she was, too. Five foot eight, with a spectacular figure and waist length golden blonde hair. Her breasts were large, high and firm, and her tiny waist melted smoothly into well-rounded hips. It was the classic body of an Alpha Meta.

Alpha Metas were superior women who possessed extraordinary Powers. Some believed they were the next step in the evolutionary line. Others believed they were dangerous mutants that had to be neutralized. Either way, being Alpha Meta, or an amazon in popular lingo, meant she enjoyed many benefits, including a hyperactive immune system and the ability to heal at a rate ten times normal. She was also ten times stronger than a similar normal woman. But most important, amazons possessed at least one Power, or ability to control some aspect of nature like fire, water, electricity, or wind.

Victoria possessed Electric Power. She could toss thunderbolts like ancient Zeus, or wrap it around her and fly through the sky at phenomenal speeds. She was a power to be reckoned with.

Most of her life Victoria ignored her Power. It manifested upon her first period, like all amazons. By the time she reached eighteen, it was time to make a decision. She'd spend years honing her talent at wielding lightning, or electricity, and it was time to join the Sisterhood. The Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines was the most respected and powerful of the few organizations for amazons. But by notifying them of her Power, she committed herself to a life of unselfish dedication and public service. A thankless job that as likely as not would get the poor Super Heroine captured and killed by her enemies, and at a young age.

She had other ambitions, though. She wanted to be a movie star. Victoria wanted her name spoken in awe and admiration, and the financial rewards that came with that. So she studied acting and went to Hollywood at the tender age of eighteen. Nothing for six months, except offers to do porn. She was just one of thousands of pretty young things. But she met an agent, who got her a temporary gig in Ocean City as a local morning show hostess. That show quickly grabbed an audience, and she went national. Now she was filthy rich and America's Queen of Morning Talk.

Beeping in the command center caught her attention. Hurrying in, she smiled at what she saw. The sensors atop her mansion picked up thunder. Since it was another perfectly clear night in Southern California it could only be one thing. Justice Girl.

"Ah, the witless wonder flies again," she said, grinning evilly.

Hurrying to her dressing room, she looked over the red, white and blue costume with relish. It was Justice Girl's costume. Or, at least, it used to be Justice Girl's. She took it as her own after catching the bungling bimbo three weeks back. Now she wore it as Victory Girl, Justice Girl's arch nemesis.

First thing, Victoria pulled on the blue French cut bottoms. Then she wrapped herself in the stiff, white leather bustier. Three lightning bolts flashed across each generous breast cup, pointing down and inward like a golden V on her chest. Around her waist she cinched the wide golden belt. After plumping her tits up nicely within the bustier, she pulled on the red thigh boots. They were also decorated with lightning bolts shaped into a V for victory, at the front top, with a gold over blue bar encircling the top of the boots to each side of the bolts. Another bolt shot down the back length of each five-inch stiletto heel. That done, she tied the golden choker around her neck, with the Sisterhood ankh hanging from it. The ankh was the gold one of an acknowledged heroine, with a single diamond showing Justice Girl had been so honored twice. The name "Justice Girl" was engraved along the back of the shaft, and the number "6" engraved on the bottom to acknowledge her six years of service to the Sisterhood.

"How much longer will I allow you to serve, Justice Girl," she said as she picked up the greatest trophy of them all. Justice Girl's mask. She breathlessly pressed it to her face and pressed a quick series of buttons hidden under the red pleather. A rush of pleasure flowed through her body, bordering on sexual pleasure, as it sealed itself to her face. "Ah, I look just like her now."

She looked herself over in the mirror again, and immediate flushed.

"Can't forget the rest!" she giggled.

There was little left. She put on the gold hoop earrings she took off Justice Girl, then slipped on the red latex opera gloves to finish out the costume. Now no one could tell them apart. She doubted if even the other Super Heroines of Ocean City could tell the difference.

"Now time to have some fun."

Victory Girl hurried into the command center again. She conducted a quick infrared scan of the surrounding area. There was no one to be found. She had to be careful since it wasn't uncommon to spot paparazzi waiting in ambush outside her walls. With the coast clear, she pressed a button and the ceiling rolled back to expose the starry night sky.

Leaping into the air, she quickly formed a faint bubble of lightning around herself. If anyone was watching, they'd just see a faint glittering rise up into the night sky. Soon she was a thousand feet high and gave the lightning ball some juice. Before long she was streaking over the center of the city.

Pressing a button on her mask, she looked around with infrared. She quickly found Justice Girl about a hundred feet above a warehouse district near the docks. Victory Girl smiled to see her hated prey intent on the ground below and oblivious to the threat above.

Victory Girl pushed herself toward Justice Girl, slowly increasing her speed. Her blood was pumping, a vicious smile spread across her beautiful masked face. She'd been planning this evening for weeks. Now was the moment of truth.

"Victory!" she cried.

Justice Girl suddenly looked up, startled. Victory Girl poured power into her lightning ball, taking it to full power. Thunder ripped the night sky as she smashed into Justice Girl's hastily powered up lightning ball. Then Victory Girl bounced off Justice Girl's ball, and flew off low over the city. She glanced back. Justice Girl recovered quickly and was following.

"I bet she's really pissed now."

She reached the red light district in less that twenty seconds and dropped down into an alley. A second later she entered an unlocked door and locked it behind her. Victory Girl was only halfway down the hallway when the door exploded and Justice Girl rushed in behind her.

"Halt!" Justice Girl cried in a commanding voice. "Stop, Victory Girl! You can't escape me this time."

"Watch me, Justice Jugs," Victory Girl called tauntingly. She heard the city's most beloved Super Heroine scream in barely controlled rage. "Give it up and leave me alone, Jugs. You're no match for me."

That really pissed off the normally sweet-tempered woman. She started racing down the hallway. Victory Girl had to give the amazing amazon her due, Justice Girl could run in five-inch stilettos far better and faster than she ever would be able to do it. But it didn't matter. Everything was ready.

Ducking into a side door, Victory Girl snatched up a remote, turned the light off and leaped aside. Seconds later Justice Girl flung open the door and rushed inside. The Super Heroine immediately realized it was a trap and skidded to a halt, turned and tried to escape. But Victory Girl was ready and pressed a button. A dozen sharp puffs of air rang out two seconds before Justice Girl reached the door.

Grinning victoriously, Victory Girl tossed the remote aside and flipped on the lights. A dozen remote-controlled tranquilizer guns rested in a rack against the far wall. All were aimed at the door. She counted two darts stuck in the door, three in the hallway wall opposite the door and four on the floor. That left three unaccounted for, and she suspected she knew where those darts were embedded.

Stepping out of the room, she turned and looked down the hallway. Justice Girl was down on one knee, struggling to rise. She was desperate to escape capture. Again.

"Tsk, tsk," Victory Girl said shaking her head woefully. "You'd think you didn't like me or something."

"You'll pay for this outrage, Victory Girl," Justice Girl breathed.

Victory Girl paused to savor her latest victory over Justice Girl. The hated Super Heroine fell to her stomach at Victory Girl's feet, still working her legs and clawing at the floor in a vain attempt to escape. She admired her tenacity.

Justice Girl was dressed exactly the same. She'd thought the Super Heroine would change her costume in some way or another after she lost it to her. But then, it wasn't the first time Justice Girl and the Super Heroines of Ocean City lost their costumes. It happened on a pleasantly regular basis since Men Against Amazon Domination (MAAD) started their counting coup incentive program, paying cash for articles of Super Heroine costumes.

"Actually, my costumed cunt, I'm not the one who will be 'paying' tonight," she sneered.

Justice Girl's struggles were weakening fast. Victory Girl watched for another minute, as her victim's strength vanished and she sank into unconsciousness.

Victory Girl pulled two darts out of Justice Girl's perfect, round ass and another from her lower back. They would keep her asleep for about an hour. By that time she'd have her safely trussed up and properly drugged to keep her Power at bay.

She worked fast. First, she gathered up all the expended darts and put them away. Then she made a phone call to have someone clean up the site the next morning. In less than five minutes she was lifting Justice Girl's limp body in her arms and carrying her to another room near the alley door.

This next room was where the fun would happen. There was a round bed in the exact center of the room, with pure white silk sheets. Various chains and straps hung off the base of the bed, all the way around. Ten camcorders were arrayed around the bed. Victory Girl's capture of Justice Girl would not go unrecorded like the previous ones.

Tossing the unconscious Super Heroine on the bed, Victory Girl started going around to all the camcorders. Soon they were all recording. So she started stripping the now moaning and groaning Super Heroine.

First to come off was the white leather bustier. Her tits fell back towards her sides, being real and all. But they were still young, pert and firm, so jutted up enticingly. Victory Girl pinched the pretty pink nipples, causing them to slowly swell with excitement. Soon, under her expert hands, she had Justice Girl's nipples completely engorged and standing tall.

"So pretty. So vulnerable. So utterly defeated," Victory Girl said, then removed the gold belt and blue bottoms. "Ooo, lookie, Justice Girl's little blonde pussy is nicely trimmed and bikini waxed." She ran a red-gloved finger between her perfect pussy lips, and held it up to the camera. She licked that glistening finger, smiled and said, "And she's wet, too."

"You'll pay dearly for this, miscreant," Justice Girl said groggily.

"Oh, sweet. The guest of honor has arrived," she gushed and giggled for the camera. She was sure the perverts who subscribed to SuperHeroinesExposed.com would eat it all up. Victory Girl expected to sell these tapes for a small fortune to the internet site dedicated to exposing and defiling captured Super Heroines. "Be sweet and give me a second, Honey Jugs."

Not that Justice girl had a choice. The drug still had its grip on her. So Victory Girl continued with her erotic strip of the Super Heroine. Next, she removed the red thigh boots, then the gloves and choker. That left only the mask, and she wanted Justice Girl to be completely conscious for her public unmasking.

"You are so easy, Mis-Justice Girl," Victory Girl sneered. "Almost too easy."

Time to strap her down spread eagle on the bed. After her unmasking, Victory Girl would "train" her new pet on camera. Once Justice Girl was broken, then she'd let the party truly get started.

Grabbing her left wrist, she reached for the leather cuff on the floor. The cuff was attached to a bolt in the concrete floor by a steel chain. Even an amazon couldn't pull it free.

"No!" Justice Girl cried.

The Super Heroine's right foot kicked Victory Girl in the back of the head, sending her sprawling. Before she could stand, Justice Girl leapt upon her back and started pummeling her mercilessly. Even drugged, the veteran Super Heroine was a formidable foe. It took all of Victory Girl's cunning and strength to slip out of her grasp. But she came away without her bustier.

"Bitch! How dare you expose my breasts!"

"Turnabout is fair play, you evil monster," Justice Girl said.

Victory Girl hesitated. Justice Girl's bright blue eyes were clear and burning with rage. She hungered for vengeance as well. But her movements were still a bit sluggish. And most important, Justice Girl was still too groggy to wield her Power, though two Electric Powers would just negate each other and it would come down to a fist fight in the end anyway.

Justice Girl charged her. Victory Girl, not used to one-on-one battle, was not prepared to fend her foe off. So they ended up sprawled across the round bed, Justice Girl on top. Victory Girl bucked her off quickly enough, and leaped on top of her. She hit her once, twice in the face and tried to roll off. She needed to tranquilize her.

I didn't use enough drug on you. I won't make that mistake again, she thought.

But Justice Girl seized the end of her waist length blonde hair and jerked her back atop the bed. Seconds later, they were face to face on their knees and swinging wild punches at each other. Once again, Victory Girl's scant martial training proved her downfall. Justice Girl landed a hard fist to the cheek and knocked Victory Girl off the bed and left her dazed on the floor.

"Bitch!" Justice Girl shrieked, kicking her in the ribs. "I should kill you for what you did to me! For how you humiliated me, and left me dazed and confused in that damn crack house." She kicked her twice more in the stomach, doubling Victory Girl up. "Those drug crazed perverts fucked me for three days! The only reason I escaped is that one of them sold me to a pimp, and he took me away from all that drug filled air." She kicked her again. "I was on a street corner and two minutes from whoring myself off when my Power returned."

She left Victory Girl dazed with another kick to the head.

In a rage, Justice Girl moved around the room ripping open camcorders and destroying the tapes. Then she smashed each and every camcorder. And the TV monitor. Then she returned to Victory Girl.

"That costume in mine. I want it back. Now," she said, kneeling between her legs and reaching for the zipper of her left boot. "You can wait for the police naked, like you left me."

The vision of being unmasked, stripped and turned over to the police flashed through Victory Girl's mind. She would be destroyed. Her lawyers were the best, so she'd probably beat the kidnapping and rape charges. But her reputation and television career would be ruined, and everyone world know she was an Alpha Meta. Dangerous men would come hunting her.

"No!" Victory Girl snapped, eyes flashing.

She lashed out with her right foot, and caught Justice Girl in the temple. Both rolled to their feet and squared off, chests heaving. They glared at each other with hate filled sapphire eyes behind fire engine red masks.

Still having control of her Power, Victory Girl sent a bolt into Justice Girl's chest that would kill a normal man. It didn't faze her. Her body, though she had no control of her Power, simply absorbed the raw electricity. Justice Girl smiled wickedly at her and stepped forward.

"You're small victory earlier will prove your doom," Justice Girl said.

"There are no small victories," Victory Girl said. "Victory is victory, no matter how close and difficult."

With that she sent a lightning bolt into the floor at Justice Girl's feet. The carpet and concrete below exploded, pelting Justice Girl's naked body mercilessly. She wailed and fell back. Victory Girl, of course, had summoned a shield of intense electricity to protect her from the flying debris. Then stepping through the cloud of dust, she kicked Justice Girl in the chin and ended her escape attempt.

As Justice Girl lay groaning in defeat at her booted feet, Victory Girl surveyed the damage her foe had wrought. All her careful plans were for naught. It wasn't easy gathering that many camcorders without arousing suspicion. As a national celebrity she was watched keenly by the press and paparazzi. She'd just have to try again at another time.

But, "Lets get you ready for the second part of my plan, Justice Slut," she said.

Victory Girl seized the helpless and dazed Super Heroine and tossed her on the bed. Going to a small suitcase on the side of the room, she removed a small box. From that box she withdrew a syringe full of a slightly yellowish drug. That she promptly injected into Justice Girl's left buttocks.

"Ughhhh," Justice Girl groaned.

"I should've injected you right off," she grumbled darkly. "I didn't realize the other drug would wear off so quickly when used on an amazon."

From the suitcase she next removed a black riding crop. She laid it across Justice Girl's belly, thighs, back and shoulders as the desperate Super Heroine suddenly regained consciousness under the intense pain. She flipped and writhed on the bed beneath the painful blows.

"Heel! Heel, bitch, or I'll keep on beating you," she demanded.

"OK! I'll heel," Justice Girl cried.

The new drug in Justice Girl left her relatively coherent, but left her body sluggish. Also, her Power would be denied her for the eight to ten hours it took the drug to clear the system. It was enough to subjugate the haughty Super Heroine. The drug along with the whipping left Justice Girl curled up on the bed, gasping for breath and mercy.

She quickly rolled Justice Girl onto her stomach and bound her wrist together. Then she grabbed her deep within her fragrant, silky blonde mane and jerked her head back. She quickly punched a series of hidden buttons on Justice Girl's mask and it deactivated and fell off.

"You unmasked me again!"

The Super Heroine was shocked into immobility. It was the single worst thing anyone could do to one of them. Their secret identity was sacred and guarded jealously, for evil people would go after them if identified, and might go after their families.

"I already know who you are, Nicole Boudreaux," she whispered viciously into Justice Girl's ear. "I know all about you, my sweet southern belle, turned Southern California Super Heroine."

"What are you going to do?" she whispered, wide-eyed and trembling.

"You have a choice. The easy way and cooperate, or the hard way and I'll gladly beat you into submission," Victory Girl threatened, holding the wicked black riding crop high.

Justice Girl slanted a look over her bare shoulder at her with sullen, tear-filled blue eyes. Super Heroines weren't used to being treated like cheap whores. They were pampered celebrities, more used to adoration. And they are never beaten down so thoroughly.

"Bad things will happen if you don't cooperate fully," she said viciously.

Justice Girl's eyes widened.

"What do you want from me?"

"Sex."

"Just sex? This is all about sex?" she asked incredulously.

It wasn't, but it pleased Victory Girl that she thought so.

"Sex if it pleases you, but mostly about domination and submission," she said. "I dominate and you submit."

"And then you'll just let me go? Just like that?" she said doubtfully.

Victory Girl shrugged. "I have no plans for you after tonight."

Licking her full red lips, Justice Girl nodded her acceptance.

Flinging the Super Heroine away, she stood straight and looked down on her vanquished foe. Victory felt good. And the look of terror on Nicole's, AKA Justice Girl, incredibly beautiful face was priceless. The woman had everything: luscious full lips, bright blue eyes, and a body to die for. And now to prepare her for the night to come.

Reaching into the suitcase again, she pulled out a black lace garter belt and hose. Then she removed a pair of five-inch stiletto pumps, also black. She tossed them on the bed next to Justice Girl. Then she removed the rope binding her wrists.

"Put those on, Nicole."

"Yes, ma'am," she said in the sweetest southern accent. Unmasked, Nicole wasn't even trying to be Justice Girl anymore. Maybe she thought she'd get more sympathy as a gentle, submissive southern belle. "What if the shoes don't fit?"

"They will. I stole them from your own closet. In fact, all the clothes and jewelry you'll be wearing tonight came from your house," Victory Girl said, grinning victoriously. "I've been busy."

Scooting the to edge of the bed, she slowly pulled on the black hose with the seam down the back. She took her time, as commanded, smoothing out the hose and adjusting the fit. Then she slipped on the stilettos and stood to step into the elastic lace garter belt. Quickly enough, she stood before her captor in the garter belt, hose and pumps.

"Beautiful," she said, and handed her a dog collar. It was black leather with silver studs. There was a leather leash attached. She'd bought just for this evening. "Put this on."

Nicole's face turned bright red at the sight of the collar and leash. But she took the collar with trembling hands and fastened it around her neck.

"Take off the earrings and hand them over."

Nicole removed the gold hoops Justice Girl wore, and accepted the large silver hoops Victory Girl gave her to wear. She put them on and waited nervously for her next command.

"Bury your hands in your hair and shake your tits at me," Victory Girl commanded.

Once again, her faced flushed. She slowly placed her hands in her hair above her ears and started shaking her chest back and forth. Victory Girl enjoyed the sight before her, though she really wasn't that much into other women. She had experimented a little in college, but mostly preferred men. But all this domination was getting her excited, too.

"OK, stop. Now put these all on your left wrist," she said handing over three highly polish sterling silver bangles to match the hoop earrings. "Now kneel. Knees further apart. I want to see that juicy pussy, all sopping wet and all."

"Yes, ma'am," she said docilely.

"Yes, mistress or Mistress Victory."

She almost choked on it, but squeaked out, "Yes, Mistress Victory."

Victory Girl paused to look her prize over. She'd never seen a more beautiful, or more miserably helpless, woman. Her own cunt was just as wet and hot as Justice Girl's pussy. She never really had any intention of molesting the girl herself, just supervising others in the delightful task. But she changed her mind.

After slipping off her blue bottoms, she stepped close and thrust her twat in Justice Girl's face. For her part, Justice Girl stared wide-eyed at the glistening cunt and swallowed hard.

"Eat me," she commanded.

Justice Girl blanched, then nodded. She gently placed her perfectly manicured hands upon Victory Girl's satiny thighs. The nails were long and painted a glossy red. She then lifted her face toward the cunt, her moist pink tongue sliding out to make first contact. Victory Girl gasped and grabbed Justice Girl's soft blonde tresses in one hand as that hot tongue gently caressed her labia. Then the defeated Super Heroine gently parted Victory Girl's pussy lips with that maddening tongue.

"Oh, God, Nicole, you're good. Damn good," Victory Girl gasped. "Lick me. Lick the clit."

Justice Girl's tongued started licking and flicking Victory Girl's clitoris. She teased and toyed with it, even as she slipped a long, delicate finger into her twat. Within seconds she had found her mistress's G-spot.

"Yes!"

For five minutes Justice Girl licked and sucked on her clit and pussy lips, while her fingers tormented Victory Girl's G-spot. An incredible five minutes that ended in a powerful orgasm that rocked the Super Villainess's world for a full minute.

"Oh, yessss. Victory feels great," Victory Girl breathed.

Starting to recover, she stepped back from Justice Girl's wet face. Then she quickly forced Justice Girl's head back to kiss and lick the pussy juices off her prisoner's lips.

"All fours," she commanded, pulling a strap-on dildo and harness out of the suitcase. Victoria's own sex toys from her college days. She quickly donned the thong-like harness and connected the dildo. It was a ten-incher. "Say hello to my friend Big Joe."

Victory Girl, on her knees behind Justice Girl, pushed the big black dildo into her wet pussy. The lips were already pulled apart from her need. It slid in easily and didn't meet any resistance for the first five inches, then she grew increasingly tighter. Victory Girl enjoyed pumping that massive dildo in and out of her, pushing deeper with each thrust. For her part, Justice Girl was beside herself, gasping and panting, moaning and groaning. She arched her back and rolled her hips down, thus thrusting her pussy out in back and making it easier to mount and fuck her from behind. Then, while Victory Girl fucked her, she clawed at the carpet and slung her head back and forth, whipping her golden locks all about.

She fucked the defeated Super Heroine for thirty minutes, and through five orgasms. She only stopped because she was growing tired and the hour late. It was well past midnight.

"We're running late, Slave Girl," she said, pulling the dripping dildo out at long last. She made Justice Girl kneel before her and lick it clean. "Now get on your feet."

"Yes, Mistress Victory."

Victory Girl handed over a leather mini skirt and lace bustier, both black. She made Justice Girl put them on. After that she made Justice Girl help her back into her stolen costume and then she picked up the leash.

"You are my slave. My horny pet dog," Victory Girl said. "You will do as commanded, without hesitation. Do you understand, Horny Dog?"

"Yes, Mistress Victory. I'm your horny pet dog and I will obey without hesitation."

"Good girl," she said, grinning. Then handing her a red lipstick taken off Nicole's own vanity, "Fix your face."

After she was presentable, she took back the lipstick and tossed it in the open suitcase. Then she led her enslaved Super Heroine pet out of the room and out of the building. She took her up the alley, until they came upon a group of men. The men were filthy and wore threadbare clothes. Homeless men. The stench of unwashed flesh and alcohol washed over them as they approached.

"Hello, boys," Victory Girl said. "Looking for a good time?"

"Justice Girl?"

"The one and only," Victory Girl said.

"What you got there, Justice Girl?" another asked.

"A wanton whore eager to please as many men as possible, just so I won't drag her shapely ass back to jail. You boys want to help in her punishment?" she said, blue eyes flashing. "And have a grand time at it, too?"

They were more than eager as they looked the gorgeous blonde over with hungry eyes and watering mouths.

"Take off the skirt and bustier, Nicole," Victory Girl said.

Justice Girl only hesitated a bare second before unzipping and removing both. She dropped them on the ground to the side. Victory Girl jerked the leash downward and she knelt before them all. She watched in growing excitement as her Super Heroine slave licked her lips and swallow hard.

"Who's first?" Victory Girl said.

A fifty-something man stepped up eagerly. He quickly unzipped and pushed his dick in Justice Girl's face. Justice Girl looked to be on the verge of gagging. Victory Girl could smell the vile thing herself. But the Super Heroine took a deep breath and took the head of his dick in her sweet red mouth. She watched as Justice Girl slowly sucked him in deeper and deeper with each stroke. He was in heaven. Probably never had such beautiful, desirable woman sucking his dick, much less fuck him. And she would fuck him, too.

Unfortunately, the poor soul hadn't had any sex in years, so shot his wad relatively quickly. The next, a short black man of about sixty or so, also lost his load quickly inside her too talented mouth. The third didn't want a blowjob. He pushed Justice Girl to her back and slid between her silky thighs.

"Oooo," Justice Girl breathed. He was a fat black man with a nine-incher. He had her grasping at his back with her perfect hands and pointing her stilettos at the sky in no time. "Ahhhh."

His ride was short, but hard. Victory Girl noted that Justice Girl came close to orgasm. The fourth man also wanted a shot of that neatly trimmed and bikini waxed pussy, and took her over the top. Twice. He rode her twenty minutes before his body gave out and he quit without cumming. Victory Girl shook her head woefully, silently cursing the effects of alcohol.

"Was it good for you, Nicole?" she asked viciously.

"Yes, Mistress," she said docilely, again with that beautiful soft southern accent. "I came again."

"Twice."

"Yes, Mistress, I came twice."

There were six homeless men when they started, nine by the time Justice Girl fucked them all the first time. By that time the first men were ready for another shot at the sexy blonde in black hose and heels. Victory Girl directed the next encounter.

"OK, boys, let's try something different," she said.

She had the black man with the nine-inch cock lay on his back. Nicole straddled him, taking his engorged cock into her abused cunt. Then Victory Girl had another man mount her ass.

"Eeeoooww!" she cried, but did nothing to stop them.

Once Justice Girl settled down, and the two men were getting their rhythm down fucking her together, Victory Girl brought a third man into the mix. Justice Girl started sucking him while fucking the other two.

Victory Girl knelt beside Justice Girl as the men sated their lusts on her sexy body, in every orifice at once. It was a beautiful sight. She was sure Justice Girl was utterly miserable and felt just as utterly defeated. And victory looked and felt good.

"I'll be watching from the rooftops," she whispered in Justice Girl's ear. She saw the blue eye open and cut toward her, then close again. "If you leave before every man with you is completely satisfied, then I'll snatch you back up and we'll go somewhere else and start all over again. Understood?"

Justice Girl nodded as best she could with a cock in her mouth.

"Good girl," she said, patting her on the head. "OK, boys, my friend will be at your slavish disposal until none of you can get it up anymore. Enjoy."

Victory Girl quickly departed. She returned to the room to collect Justice Girl's costume and personal affects into the suitcase. Someone would be there shortly to clean it all up. There wouldn't be any proof anything untoward happened here well before Nicole Boudreaux finished milking those vagrants of every ounce of jizm and sexual desire that they possessed.

She took the suitcase with the captured Justice Girl uniform, a second trophy uniform for her to display and wear in her adventures, back to the hidden suite within her mansion. By the time she returned, Justice Girl's admirers had grown to twelve.

"It's going to be a busy night, Justice Girl."

THE END