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  MS JUSTICE: METING JUSTICE

  Synne City Super Heroines in Peril #26

  By

  JK Waylon

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  PUBLISHED BY:

  Smokin' Hot Press

  Copyright 2018 by JK Waylon

  Cover art by Nathan Boutwell

  This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Unless stated otherwise, all characters in this work are 18 years old or older.

  Table of Contents:

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  About the author

  Ms Justice: Meting Justice

  Synne City Super Heroines in Peril #26

  "Evil's a booming business in this town," Ms Justice said, bright blue eyes narrowed as she gazed down from the six-story apartment building. She'd been watching a suspicious character for about ten minutes when he'd suddenly pulled a gun and yanked an elderly man into a nearby alley. "Good thing Justice is always on the clock."

  She sucked in a deep, refreshing breath, striking a classic super heroine pose. The bright early-morning sun made her red, white, and blue costume all but shine. Her bustier featured a single red stripe up the front and another up her spine, with blue stripes down the sides. White stripes stood in-between, while her bustier's breast cups were star-spangled blue, just like her skimpy shorts. Ms Justice accessorized with blue mask, red opera gloves, and red patent thigh boots. A wide golden belt encircled her tiny waist.

  "It feels so good to do the right thing," she whispered, pulling her smartphone out of a secret pocket inside her right thigh boot. The shapely heroine tapped an app to call the police to her GPS location, typing in MUGGING under comments. "Shame more people aren't doing it."

  After putting the phone away, Ms Justice glanced left and right to confirm nothing bigger was going down, and then did a swan dive off the building. Her power of flight kicked in. The beautiful masked vigilante swooped down and slammed bodily into the mugger, smashing him into the brick wall next to his victim.

  "Ouch," Ms Justice said rather playfully. The pistol – a cheap revolver that probably would've blown up with the first shot – dropped from limp fingers, and she saw his eyes rolled up. Stepping back and releasing him, the shapely heroine watched him crumple to the ground with a bemused look. "Yep, bet that hurt."

  She kicked the pistol across the alley before turning to the victim. Approaching sirens already filled the early morning air. The victim was an elderly Latino, now gawking at her. Okay, mostly at her boobs.

  "Eyes up here, mister," Ms Justice said, pointing helpfully. His eyes shifted up. To her glossy red lips. "Are you okay, sir? Did the mugger injure you in any way."

  "No. No, I'm good," he said, licking his lips. "Who are you, chica? Are you new?"

  "I'm glad you're not hurt," she said, bright blue eyes cutting to the nearby street as two squad cars come to screeching stops. She had to avert her eyes from the flashing lights; ironically, the red, white, and blue spinning had always made her nauseous. "I'm Ms Justice. I transferred here from Philly after the recent losses of Glory Gal and Midnight Avenger."

  Cops came into the alley, pistols drawn. She shook her head. Why? It was obvious she'd taken care of the threat already. Men! Always needed guns to feel powerful and important.

  "Hello, officers. I'm Ms Justice," she said, and indicated the elderly man. "This is the victim." Then she pointed at the unconscious man. "And that piece of filth is the mugger. His weapon in over there in the shadows."

  The cops all had to introduce themselves, shake her hand, and stare at her tits for way longer than necessary. Hell, eight squad cars ultimately answered the call. Since the app did tell the police dispatcher exactly who was calling, Ms Justice could only assume so many had answered just to meet the new girl on the block. And one and all, including the victim, spent an awful lot of time staring at her.

  "I'll swing by the station later and file my statement, officers," the busty heroine said as she started to lift off. "Thanks for, um, responding so quickly."

  Ms Justice took off like a bullet. If she lingered, the cops would keep calling her back down all damn night. About five stories up, she turned to the street proper, looking for crime and injustice. Anything at all. The first few weeks on the job had to be all about PR, making a good first impression on the police and general public, while scaring the bejesus out of the bad guys.

  She didn't have to go far.

  "What the hell?"

  There was a couple arguing on the balcony of one of the apartment buildings. Top floor of an eight-story structure. But that wasn't what made her eyes narrow. No, what really got her was the little brown dog the man was dangling over the rail.

  "Jesus, what's he doing to that poor puppy?!"

  That's when she realized they weren't arguing. He was angry, while she was begging him to give her the puppy, promising to do anything. But Ms Justice could tell he was bent on hurting her through that helpless little creature, and it made her blood boil.

  Putting on an extra burst of speed, she whipped up to hover right next to the balcony. The man's eyes all but popped out in surprise, while the woman cried out. Without hesitation, Ms Justice pulled the puppy out of the man's hand.

  "You, sir, did a very bad thing," Ms Justice snarled, eyes now a pair of furious slits. She handed the puppy to the woman, and then grabbed the man's shirt with both hands. "Come with me."

  Ms Justice shot straight up like a bullet, dragging the screaming man with her. She felt the strain on his shirt's fabric, and briefly worried if it would rip. It would look bad for her if he wound up a stain on the concrete, especially since she was more than capable of catching him before he hit. But would she even try to catch him?

  The stupid bastard screamed all the way, until they were almost a thousand feet up. There she stopped and hovered, glaring into his terror-filled face.

  "How does it feel?" she snarled. "You craven coward. Picking on little puppies. I have half a mind to just let you fall. That would be justice."

  "I-I wasn't really going to drop him!"

  "Yeah, I bet," she said. Ms Justice did a barrel roll with him, and plunged down at incredible speed. Again, he screamed. "Grow a pair."

  She flew him to the other side of the city, before landing atop a water tower. As soon as his feet touched ground, his demeanor did a one-eighty. Rage spread across his face, and his hands curled into fists.

  "Bitch, I'm going to kill you!"

  He threw a right cross at her face. Ms Justice blocked with her forearm, a smug little smile on her face. So he growled and tried an uppercut to her chin. She stepped back out of the way, before spinning into a roundhouse to his head. He dropped like a rock, and started to slide off the side of the water tower.

  "Are we going to fight, or am I just gonna have to keep saving your life?" she taunted as she grabbed his ankle and dragged him back to the peak of the tower. On his knees, panting furiously, the man glared daggers at her. She wagged her brows. That's when he surprised her by wrapping his arms around her knees and taking her down. "Wow. Lucky you. Not many men get me on my back like this."

  Ms Justice flew straight up about thirty feet, with the man still hanging onto her legs. His rage was gone; his panic returned.

  "Oopsy,"
she taunted. "Did you do a booboo?"

  "Let me down!"

  "Just let go," she said. "You'll go down."

  He tightened his hold on her legs instead. She idly wondered how high she would have to go before he pissed his pants.

  "Arrogant bitch!"

  "I get that a lot," she said. Even from other heroines.

  Another super heroine streaked by overhead. Or was it one of the Russian masks? Or even Dynamo? The thought of that Turned heroine soured her mood.

  Ms Justice began to drop toward the water tower. The man released her legs and dropped the last ten feet himself. As she stopped to hover, just out of reach, he glared murderously up at her.

  Completely unrepentant, she thought, almost shaking her head. Aloud, "I know who you are. I know where you live, buster." Her eyes caught and held his. "I'm going to be checking on that puppy. If I ever find him missing, or hurt, or depressed…"

  Ms Justice surged straight down into his chest, both stiletto-heeled boots slamming into him. He was laid out flat on his back. She dropped down on top of him, straddling his chest, face pressed in close to his. Their eyes locked.

  "My wrath will be terrible." She grabbed his throat and squeezed. He grabbed her arm with both hands, but couldn't even budge it. "If you think I'm bluffing, call someone in Philly. Ask them what happened to little Joe Platt's dog-fighting ring."

  Ms Justice knew what she was about. Knew exactly where, how hard to press, and for how long. The man struggled for a few more seconds, and then relaxed and passed out. She immediately released him from the sleeper grip.

  "Nighty-night, miscreant," she whispered.

  Looking up and around, Ms Justice's eyes locked on a feminine silhouette atop a nearby office building. The woman was in all black, and watching her. It was too far to discern anything else, so Ms Justice floated up and flew over. As she did, the other woman began a slow clap.

  "Kunoichi," she said, finally recognizing the costume. Ms Justice had only seen the Japanese-American heroine once, during that Party Town rescue mission. "I thought you only worked nights."

  "Oh no. I mean, I do have a day job, but sometimes I can squeeze in a day patrol," she said.

  Ms Justice landed next to her, and they hugged. She estimated the Asian-American heroine to be about two inches shorter, though just as shapely and busty. Yeah, their boobs squashed together, which Ms Justice always found a little disconcerting for some reason.

  It was hard to read Kunoichi. The Japanese beauty had long dark hair pulled up in pigtails. That hairstyle usually indicated a sidekick. Her bangs dropped down into her dark eyes, with a black "ninja" mask covering her face below that, so her eyes were barely visible. Covered lips meant she couldn't discern Kunoichi's expressions, even a little.

  "I'm the opposite."

  They paused to look each other over more closely. Sizing each other up. Word had it Kunoichi was a real powerhouse, and was the hot favorite to replace Ms Amazing as Synne City's premier super heroine. She was just as tireless and fearless, but less reckless.

  "So… you must really like Anime," Ms Justice said, and instantly regretted it.

  "Because I'm Japanese?"

  "No, because of your Kasumi-inspired costume," she said. Just digging myself in deeper.

  Kunoichi's costume did look like a black-and-gold version of an anime or video game character. She wore a black, sleeveless wrap-dress that dropped to her knees, with a gold satin sash wrapped around her tiny waist. Both sides of the dress's skirt were cut out to well above the hips to provide her legs with maximum fighting freedom. The shapely ninja heroine accessorized with black lace-up thigh boots, golden opera gloves under black steel bracers, and a black steel choker. Golden butterflies decorated skirt, bracers, and choker alike.

  "Kasumi is my spirit animal," Kunoichi said, and wagged her brows.

  "Oh, you're part-Native?"

  "No, part Viking."

  Ms Justice almost blurted out that she was of Norwegian ancestry on her mother's side. Instead, she swept her hand out to encompass the city.

  "If you're not too busy, maybe you could show me around. We could hit all the touristy hot spots."

  "Better than that, I'll show you all the city's low spots," Kunoichi said, pulling out her phone. "Give me your phone."

  When Ms Justice offered it to her, Kunoichi just touched her own phone to it. "There. I just transferred an app we put together. It has the names, pictures, and phone numbers of all the city's informants. They are also rated one to five stars for their reliability. Watch out for Johnny Orto, his info is usually spot-on, but he's very handsy. I've already decked him twice. Also, he loves playing both sides. Don't trust him too much."

  "He sounds precious."

  "Hmm," was all she said, with a frown. "Come on. I'll give you the three-hour tour, then it's back to the mines."

  Chapter 2

  Mayor Megan Milano looked up from her desk, a glazed look on her lovely face.

  "Damn, it's the twenty-first century, you'd think they'd have digitized all this paperwork by now," she said. Her personal smartphone rang. The ringtone told her exactly who was calling: Sylvia Germaine. "Oh my."

  Megan's breath caught, her heart hammered, and she felt her love juices start to seep out down below. Sylvia's picture appeared on the screen, and the mayor stared down upon it for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she swiped the screen to answer.

  "Hello, mistress," Megan whispered. "How may I please you?"

  "Hello, my… Pet," Sylvia purred in her sexiest voice.

  Megan melted. Her insides were instantly hot and fluttery. Her pussy got so hot and wet she couldn't stand it. Her mind filled with Sylvia's perfume, the taste and feel of her mistress's lips, and finally visions of all the wickedly wild, wonderful things her mistress did to her body.

  "Are you kneeling?"

  Megan wondered how she'd explain why she was kneeling if anyone came into her office, but she also worried that the Germaines had bugged her office, probably with cameras, too. Neither of them ever called unless she was alone. It had happened way too many times to be coincidence.

  Megan pushed the office chair back and slipped off onto her knees. "Forgive me, mistress. I am kneeling know."

  Her face heated up, and she couldn't stop glancing at the closed door. Were the Germaines trying to destroy her whole career?

  "I approve of your outfit today, my pet," Sylvia purred. "Love the whole pink and white look."

  "Thank you, mistress," she said.

  "You're not wearing a bra, are you?"

  "No, mistress," Megan said, throat tightening. She didn't like where this was going. "You ordered me to never wear one without permission."

  "You're not wearing panties, are you?"

  "No, mistress. You have forbidden me from wearing panties."

  "Strip so I can see."

  Panic seized the beautiful mayor. Her eyes rose up and looked around, trying to find the hidden camera. She finished her quick scan when her eyes stopped on the closed door. Anyone could walk through that door at any time. She had a secretary to guard it, but people could, and had, gotten past her.

  I must obey, she thought. My life is obedience.

  "Do I detect hesitation, my pet?"

  Sylvia's words reverberated through her mind, her soul. Every time she said, "my pet," it shattered her resolve a little further.

  I must obey. I live to obey my beloved mistress.

  Megan shook herself to be rid of those haunting thoughts. But it was no use. She couldn't disobey to save her life anymore. The busty brunette lived to serve. Serve the people. Serve her masters.

  "Forgive me, mistress," she whispered. Trembling hands started unbuttoning her pink blouse. She quickly stripped it off, tossing it aside to lie on the floor. Then she unfastened her skin-tight light gray skirt, before slowly pushing it down over her well-rounded rump. She paused once it was down to mid-thigh, hoping Sylvia would stop her and give permission to redress. Alas, no such order ca
me.

  Megan worked the skirt all the way down her legs, before remaining on her knees, and then tossed it atop the blouse. She knelt behind her desk in nothing but jewelry, garter belt, hose, and stiletto heels.

  "Damn, those nips could put out an eye, girl," Sylvia laughed. "You are one horny bitch."

  Megan's face heated up. The shame of mockery consumed her. But mostly, it was the shame of being so horny her body actually did ache. She'd allowed Sylvia, and to a slightly lesser extent, Armand, get under her skin. Subvert her will. Subvert her very heart and soul.

  I've got to break free of their brainwashing before it's too late.

  "Right now, my pet, I'm only wearing a pair of white Christian Louboutin pumps and a matching collar. My very personal assistant Paige is wearing black thigh boots and a collar while she's eating me out," Sylvia purred. "Paige is doing a wonderful job, but I am thinking about you, my pet. You know how much I love it when you're on your knees and serving me. No one licks a stiletto like you, Megan."

  A soft, wanton groan bubbled out of the lovely mayor's lips. Her eyes closed, even as her mouth watered. Once again, Megan could taste Sylvia's pussy. Could feel the cool, smooth leather of that evil woman's fine feminine footwear against her tongue. God, she so wanted to be between her mistress's legs, giving her the pleasure that Paige was probably half-assing.

  "Armand and I are throwing a little get-together tonight, my pet," Sylvia's sex-drenched voice said. Megan heard a wet sound, so soft in the background. Paige licking pussy? "Come to me, my pet, the second you get off work." She giggled. "The party's already started."

  "I hear and obey, mistress," Megan whispered hoarsely, throat so tight it hurt.

  The call ended. Her phone's screen when blank. Megan stared at it a long moment, trembling and struggling to purge her thoughts of things she'd soon be doing with her mistress.

  Must. Stop. Obsessing on her, she thought. She's evil. Not my friend. Sylvia does such wicked bad things to me. Evil things. I should NOT love her so much.