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VICTORY GIRL: LADY'S NIGHT

By Dark One

It was late. Victory Girl felt she'd had a good night. Several people witnessed her lewd sexual escapades. But since she looked just like Justice Girl, and even wore Justice Girl's costume, they all thought Ocean City's most beloved Super Heroine was a sex crazed whore.

Victory Girl was just waiting for the cops or press to arrive and witness "Justice Girl's" depravity. Then she could go home and wait for the fun to begin.

"God, your good, Justice Girl," the homeless man said.

He was a sixty-odd year old scrungy bastard with a big cock. His hair was gray, long and greasy. He reeked of unwashed flesh and cheap wine. That massive cock of his was halfway down her throat as she gave him deep throat.

Victory Girl was on her knees before him, her massive tits pulled out of her white leather bustier and her blue bottoms down around her red thigh booted knees. Another wino, an even older Latino with a broken nose and just a handful of rotting teeth, hammered her asshole with his swollen cock. His grimy, broken-nailed hands ravaged her firm, white tits all the while.

"Mmphhh," Victory Girl said in answer.

The vibration of her voice took the sexually deprived vagrant over the top. Hot jizm flooded her throat. She worked her mouth and throat muscles, milking him of every ounce of cum. Victory Girl truly despised the men she was allowing to molest her gorgeous body, but it was for a good cause. She wanted the world to think, to know, Justice Girl was a wanton, sex-crazed whore gone out of control.

"Oh, Manuel," she gasped after the cock was pulled from her hot, moist mouth. "You're so good to me, baby. Keeping fucking my tight ass, baby. Oh, yeah."

The Latino grunted and started ramming his dick into her ass even harder and faster. His efforts were making her insides feel like jelly. She was building toward climax. Any time now.

"My turn again," Boris said. "Get me started, Justice Girl."

Victory Girl laughed wantonly before sucking his semi-erect cock into her mouth. She knew most of the riffraff of Ocean City's four red light districts by name now. They enjoyed her body two, three times a week. This week had been especially good to them, for it was only Thursday and she had serviced them every night since Sunday. Boris never missed her fuck fests when she visited this alley.

Best of all, in the four previous nights out fucking vagrants, Victory Girl has been spotted a dozen times and photographed three times. Tuesday night a group of six paparazzi discovered her going down on a pimp while a hooker licked her naked ass. Justice Girl was all over the place the next day begging innocence and preaching her tired old story that "Victory Girl" was doing this to discredit her. It was true, but few truly believed her. As yet, no one has spotted both of them at the same time, and that was the only way to prove Justice Girl's story of another Electric Power Alpha Meta was impersonating her for devious reasons.

Someone grabbed her left ankle. Slanting a look back, she saw ole Scamp lovingly licking her five-inch stiletto with the lightning bolt down its length. He had a high heel fetish and would cum soon enough with his efforts.

VROOM!

Everyone gasped. Cutting her eyes to the left, Victory Girl was shocked to see another Super Heroine -- Lady!

"Halt!" Lady cried angrily, kicking the stand down on her black and orange custom racing motorcycle.

Lady was the only member of the local chapter of the Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines that couldn't "fly." Her Power was over fire. No one had ever found a way for Fire Powers to use their Power to fly. Wind, Water, Electric and Telekinetic Powers all found ways to propel themselves through the sky, and frequently at astonishing speeds. But being a Fire Power meant Lady had to get around by other means, and she used a supped up motorcycle.

A halo of fire formed above the enraged Super Heroine. Victory Girl would've smiled, but Boris' cock was still sliding in and out of her mouth. He had a quick trigger, and the excitement of discovery was too much for him, and hot cum poured into her mouth. Then fear gripped him, for he pulled out too soon and spewed hot jizm across her red lips, cheeks and chin.

Then Manuel came with a strained grunt as usual, and filled her raw ass with his jizm. And he also pulled out too quick, shooting hot cum all across her firm, white buttocks. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feel of the hot jizm dripping down her thighs and leaving the sticky, cold trails.

God, how I love to be fucked nasty, she thought.

When Victory Girl first started her campaign to discredit and humiliate Justice Girl she would get violently ill before, during and afterwards, so disgusted was she with sex the acts she performed for men she found truly revolting. But she was starting to really enjoy herself.

"What do you think you're doing?" Lady said, dismounting the bike and striding towards them with balled up fists. The fire above her head was growing angrier. "Justice Girl? Are you all right? Who did this to you?"

"Lady?" Victory Girl gasped breathlessly, pretending to be dazed and helpless. She was on all fours in the middle of nine frightened winos. "Is that really you?"

"Oh, my God!" Lady cried, suddenly starting to run. "How dare you molest her!"

The winos hauled ass out of there. Victory Girl had to fight the smile that threatened to betray her. She really wished she could watch them running, holding up their pants and all. But Lady was squatting at her side in seconds.

"Stay down," Lady said, caressing Victory Girl's silky golden blonde mane. "I'm here. Everything will be okay now."

Victory Girl's heart started to hammer. She could barely hear Lady's soothing words of comfort. This was the first Super Heroine other than Justice Girl that she'd encountered. Lady would be her second Super Heroine conquest.

When Lady stood up to look around, Victory Girl took the opportunity to look her over from stiletto heeled feet to fire red mane. She was a beauty, too. That waist-length red mane framed a gorgeous face, with bright blue eyes behind her black mask. The ankh of the Sisterhood dangled from the black leather choker, so thick it looked more like a dog collar. Her reddish-orange leather bustier was midriff baring, with her flame symbol outlined over the left nipple. Her low rider pants were tight, shiny and stuffed inside matte black thigh boots. Lady's symbol was also emblazoned near the upper front of her boots. Black latex opera gloves finished off her Super Heroine ensemble. From her online bio at SuperHeroinesExposed.com, Victory Girl knew she was just five foot five, with a 36-24-36 figure.

This is going to be so much fun, Victory Girl thought.

Lifting one hand, "Lady. Please."

Lady immediately grasped her offered hand. Victory Girl looked up and locked eyes with her for a second. Then she smiled wickedly. Too late Lady realized her mistake. Victory Girl enjoyed the way her eyes went wide, just before she sent a powerful jolt of electricity through Lady's super powered Alpha Meta body.

"Aaaiiiee!" Lady cried as electricity scrambled her mind and body.

Victory Girl sent more than enough to take out the strongest amazon. When she released the surprised Super Heroine Lady collapsed beside her. Unconscious.

"Oooo, I'll bet that hurt," Victory Girl cooed as she bent over her victim. She kissed her softly on the lips and then pressed a series of buttons hidden under Lady's mask. But it didn't come off like Justice Girl's mask always did. "Oooo, you have a different code. How interesting. Oh well, no biggie."

Victory Girl stood up and looked around. There wasn't anyone around to witness her deed. Even better. Now she could do anything she wanted to the helpless heroine. But first, she had to get dressed.

She pulled the blue, French cut bottoms back up, and then lathed off the cum dripping down her butt cheeks and thighs with a finger, depositing the cold jizm on and inside Lady's slack lips. Lady involuntarily swallowed. After she was relatively clean down there, she cleaned her face, neck and tits off, too. That cum she also put in Lady's receptive, glossy orange-lipped mouth. Victory Girl adjusted her white leather bustier, with the golden lightning bolts across her breast cups. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she turned her attention to Lady's costume.

"Another costume for my growing collection," she told the unconscious Super Heroine.

Gathering Lady in her arms, Victory Girl jumped into the air and pulled electricity around her in a lightning ball. That ball of electricity carried her to the top of the adjacent building. Once up there, she knew they wouldn't be disturbed. Now the fun could begin.

Lady was quickly stripped out of her bustier. Victory Girl paused to fondle her a long moment, but lost interest since Lady wasn't awake to be outraged. So she removed her boots and pants. Next off were the black latex opera gloves all Super Heroines seemed to wear, then the choker with its highly prized ankh. Lady's ankh was of gold, instead of silver, showing that she was a certified Heroine. A Sister didn't easily earn a golden ankh.

"Shame about the mask, but no bother," Victory Girl said, smiling wickedly.

Victory Girl liked to be ready for anything, so she had many useful things stashed atop this building, and others spread out across the city as well. First thing, she removed a syringe and small bottle of a yellowish drug. She quickly gave Lady a healthy dose that would leave her groggy and stripped of her Power for many hours. No Alpha Meta could use her Power under the influence of any drug. Even a single shot of alcohol would leave them Powerless for an hour or more. So once she woke up, Lady would be her helpless prisoner for many hours.

Using rope she had stashed up there as well, Victory Girl bound Lady 's arms behind her back -- wrist to opposing elbow. It was a particularly painful act for the victim. It gave the super strength amazon no leverage to pull free. And it stamped it in her brain that she was helpless and at the mercy of her captor.

"What?" Lady said groggily.

"Just in time," Victory Girl said. Then to Lady, "Kneel or suffer the consequences."

Lady's eyes fluttered open. An instant later she was on her feet and in a fighting stance, save her bound arms. Victory Girl sent a medium powered bolt into her naked chest, right between her jiggling tits. Lady cried out and fell to her knees.

"You belong to me now, Lady," Victory Girl sneered. "You will learn to obey, or suffer the consequences."

"You're Victory Girl!" Lady said.

"You're a genius," she said, grinning evilly. "Did you go to college or something?"

"You'll never get away with this," Lady said, blue eyes flashing. "Release me immediately."

"Release you? After I went through all the trouble of drugging you Powerless?" she said, feigning shock. Lady's eyes widened in shock and fear. "Surely you jest, O Lady Slut."

Lady's fear turned to anger.

"Slut? You call me a slut after what I just saw you doing?"

"Ooo, that hurts," she said, then winked at her. "Looked like fun, didn't it?"

"You're disgusting."

"And you're beautiful," Victory Girl said, caressing her satiny cheek.

Despite being drugged and tightly bound, Lady lashed out with a foot and caught Victory Girl in the lower belly. Victory Girl grunted and doubled up. An instant later, a hard knee smashed into her face. Falling to her back, Victory Girl lay in a daze for a second.

"I'm going to kick you stupid, bitch," Lady said through clenched teeth.

When Victory Girl tried to rise, she was kicked in the face. Rolling away, she tried to climb to her feet again and got hammered in the side over and over again. Only her superior Alpha Meta body allowed her to take that beating and not pass out from the pain.

"Stop," Victory Girl growled, and twisted around until she was on her back.

Before Lady realized the danger, Victory Girl lashed out with a stiletto heel to the knee. Lady wailed in pain and dropped next to her. So Victory Girl leaped upon her enemy and seized her by the hair. Using her hair as a grip, Victory Girl pounded Lady's head into the ground until the Super Heroine's body went slack beneath her.

"Bitch," she said, slapping Lady's face.

Victory Girl struggled to her feet and staggered over to the front of the building. It was only about ten feet away. She glanced up and down Commerce Street. The corner of Commerce and 69th was Ocean City's most notorious red light district, called the Tenderloin. Just from her vantage point Victory Girl counted twenty hookers plying their illicit trade. But more important, she spotted a pimped out pink Cadillac.

"Sweet," Victory Girl said as it turned into the alley.

Lady groaned and rolled to her stomach. Amazons recovered at a rate of ten times a normal person. One day of healing was like ten days for a normal person. Lady was known for her ability to take punishment and come back for more. She was a quick healer even by Alpha Meta standards.

She sent a bolt into Lady that left the poor, captured and stripped Super Heroine groaning weakly. Victory Girl knew she only had a few minutes, so hurried to the other side of the roof. Looking down, she saw the pink Caddy moving slowly down the alley. Soon it stopped below her, blocked by Lady's bike. Victory Girl grinned and went to fetch Lady.

Victory Girl easily picked up Lady, who was moaning and writhing. She thought about zapping her again, but thought better of it. She wanted Lady fully conscious when she tossed her on top of the Cadillac.

Releasing Lady's legs, Victory Girl bent over the side to look down. The pimp and his four men were surrounding Lady's bike, muttering darkly to each other. Victory Girl smiled wickedly. She knew that pimp. He was called Pimp Daddy, and had a nasty reputation.

"Pimp Daddy's down below," Victory Girl whispered. "I think he's eager to even the score, don't you."

Lady had snatched up Pimp Daddy and his four goons the previous week. Prior to that day, Pimp Daddy was known for his huge afro. His head was clean shaven now, due to Lady burning off his beloved afro that night. Just before she beat him unconscious and turned him over to the police. Of course, the whore he'd been beating refused to press charges and the police released them the next day.

"Fuck you," Lady snarled.

Victory Girl was surprised when the smaller, redheaded Super Heroine twisted and ducked, then brought her foot up in a vicious kick. Victory Girl was caught in the lower belly, and lifted up and over the edge of the building's barrier. In desperation, she reached out and seized Lady's ankle. But she was too far gone and went over the side, with Lady being dragged after her.

First Victory Girl, the Lady landed atop the pink Cadillac. They hit with grunts, that caused the air to explode out of their lungs. Five surprised and angry black men quickly pulled them off the car's smashed in roof and dropped them on the cold concrete. Seconds later, five sets of fists began pummeling the two helpless amazons.

Victory Girl blacked out after a moment.

Waking up, Victory Girl found herself stripped of bustier, belt and bottoms. She was on her back, thigh booted legs thrust to either side and a grunting man fucking her hard.

"Uhhhh," she said. She was being dry fucked, and it hurt bad. "Stop. You're hurting me."

He laughed and pumped harder and faster. Victory Girl tried to pull herself together. She had to be completely coherent to wield lightning. Her head was still spinning, but she felt herself recovering quickly. If not him then the next man to rape her would be in for a rude surprise.

Looking to her left, she spotted Pimp Daddy and Lady. Lady was on all fours, being held by two men while Pimp Daddy rammed his ten inch black cock up her asshole with vicious glee. Lady's face was wet with tears as she grunted and gasped, bucked and writhed. Her arms were still bound and the drug would keep her helpless for hours.

The man atop her suddenly thrust deeper and held it. A second later she felt hot cum spurting deep inside. She groaned sensuously, tightening her twat muscles to milk him good. Then when he pulled out, the man grabbed her by the hair and forced her face into his crotch. The sticky, wet cock jabbed her in the eyes.

"Lick it clean, Justice Tits," he commanded.

Victory Girl opened wide and let him push the dick in. She sucked and licked it until he was satisfied with her efforts. Then the next man grabbed her by her golden tresses and stuck his penis in her face. She wrapped ruby red lips around his cock head and commenced giving head.

Just give me time, boys, she thought.

She didn't mind the rape and molestation, since they would brag of banging Justice Girl, not her. But she had to keep their minds off drugs until she was fully recovered. At the moment, they were all too full of themselves and too horny to think straight. Soon enough, one of them would come to his senses and gets some drugs or alcohol into both of their systems. If she didn't escape before them, Victory Girl would end up one of Pimp Daddy's streetwalkers. At least until he discovered she was a famous nationally syndicated morning talk show hostess, and filthy rich.

Then the blackmail would start. If she was lucky.

"Enough," he said, then pushed her to her back.

He straddled her chest, and placed his dick in her impressive cleavage. Using both hands, he grabbed her tits and squeezed them until she gasped in pain. Then satisfied he'd hurt the Super Heroine, he pressed the tits together around his massive cock and started titty fucking her.

"Oh! You monster!" Victory Girl cried in her best Justice Girl impression. "Stop immediately or else."

"Or else what?" he sneered, then spat in her face.

Victory Girl was planning to let it go on until they tried to drug her, but spitting was something she couldn't handle. Incensed, she called up electricity and sent a jolt straight into his cock. The jolt did two things. It knocked the man unconscious from the intense pain, and caused him to loose his wad. He lost it right between her eyes.

"Ugh!" she cried, shoving him off.

She rolled away and to her feet. The other man came at her with a switchblade. Victory Girl cast a bolt into him that dropped the man bonelessly. The other three men dropped Lady and jumped to their feet, teetering between fight and flight.

"Damn it," Victory Girl said, cum in her eye and half blinding her.

She grabbed her bustier, belt and bottoms and jumped into the air. An instant later a fierce lightning ball formed around her and she streaked away in a thunderous explosion.

Victory Girl kept tabs on Pimp Daddy. The captured Super Heroine started whoring herself the next night, and continued to do so for ten days straight. Victory Girl didn't know how Lady managed to escape, but Pimp Daddy and all of his boys looked like they'd all been in a bad car wreck the next day.

Victory Girl was pleased though, to know another haughty Super Heroine had been brought down and forced to wallow in the filth of society, if only for a few days.

THE END