Ms Justice- Meting Justice Page 7

  "Let's test your obedience," he said, grinning with wicked glee. "Crawl over to that bed." He pulled the mask off. "You will fuck my men joyously, without hesitation. Anything they want."

  "Yes, master," she whispered. "Anything they want."

  "Including anal."

  Kelly grimaced, groaned low. "Fine."

  One of the Latinas stepped up, buckled a collar around Kelly's neck. Then she attached a leash. Kelly's hands lifted up to gently touch the snug collar.

  "Is that your wedding ring?" the Latina asked, looking over Kelly's bared fingers.

  She froze. No! No, no, no!

  "Y-Yes."

  The other woman gave such a smug look, while lifting her hand and sticking out her own ring finger.

  "Place it on my finger," the Latina said. "You're a slave. Your marriage ended when you submitted to Ricardo."

  Kelly turned to Ricardo. "Master, please allow me to keep the ring. It's my heart."

  "Oh? In that case, I demand you give Marisol the ring."

  The stricken heroine slowly pulled the gold wedding band off, feeling her super powers quickly bleed away. She slipped it on Marisol's ring finger, before the Latina laughed and stood up. Since the Object of Power was created for her, Marisol gained nothing by wearing it.

  I've been depowered, she thought. Now I'm truly lost.

  Marisol walked Kelly over to the bed. She barked commands the whole way, forcing Kelly to crawl in the most salacious, sultry manner. The other woman and all five men followed them. While two of Ricardo's henchmen manned the cameras, Marisol forced the helpless slave to crawl up atop the bed.

  "Don't move, Kelly girl," Marisol said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "She's all yours, Paolo."

  Paolo quickly stripped and moved up behind Kelly. She was on all fours, biting her lip and trying to figure out where it all went wrong. Paolo grabbed her hips, guided his cock to her hot, trembling pussy, and slowly thrust half his length into her.

  "Uggh," she grunted. "Ooooh."

  "Feels good, eh?"

  "Yes," she said. Damn, I didn't mean to admit that.

  Paolo was big. She'd never seen a dick so long, so thick. He stretched her little hole out beyond the point of pain, and pulled back almost out, before thrusting in even deeper.

  "Uggh."

  He grabbed a fistful of hair, and really started thrusting hard into her. Kelly's jaw dropped, as the most intense pain and pleasure spiraled through her body. The man knew what he was doing, too. She was forced to endure every last inch of his length with every thrust. Kelly had never felt so stuffed full in her life, hadn't realized it was possible to be that full of cock.

  "Oh, fuck me," she whispered, eyes crossing.

  Marisol giggled, before saying something in Spanish that made the others laugh. Then another naked henchman crawled up on the bed in front of her. Kelly glanced at a camera, even as it zoomed in on her. She watched it through glazed eyes, until the second man pulled her face around to his cock.

  "Yes," she whispered, opening wide and taking him all the way in. Kelly wrapped her lips around the base of his cock, and started sucking as he thrust into her with gusto.

  "Mmmm." Slurp. "Mmmm."

  "Oh man, this puta is really getting into it," Paolo said.

  He didn't know the half of it. Kelly tried to suppress her pleasure at first, but decided it was a lost cause. Besides, she'd promised to cooperate, and she was a woman of her word. She relaxed and allowed them to give her pleasure. So when Paolo started thrusting harder, faster, more frantically, Kelly's thoughts stilled and she felt a sense of bliss fill her. Followed quickly by that heady rise to climax deep within.

  "Ha!" Paolo cried, thrusting in deep and holding. The hot wetness of his cum filled her insides, pulling a low moan from her. "Take that, Ms Justice!"

  Perfect pleasure exploded deep within the helpless heroine. Her shapely, trembling body bowed up, and she cried out as waves of incredible pleasure washed through her.

  "Aaaggghh!" she cried around the cock. "Aaaaggghh."

  "Dayum, she came twice," Marisol laughed. "What a raging whore."

  The man fucking her mouth cried out, pulled out, and came all over Kelly's face. The vanquished vigilante gawked at him, even as she huffed and puffed. And then it got really crazy.

  She wasn't sure how long they kept in her bed, recording her sexual misadventure in ultimate super heroine setbacks, but eventually, she overheard Marisol tell Ricardo that it was daylight.

  Kelly lay sprawled on her back atop that slick, nasty bed. Every square inch of her body felt tacky, sticky. She had cum in her hair, everywhere. Worse, she finally understood what it meant to have her pussy trashed, completely murdered.

  It had been the most amazing night of sex in her life.

  Lord, they tamed me, she thought, remembering having sex with all five men, multiple times each. She'd even had sessions with the two Latina woman, Marisol and Alejandra.

  Ricardo pulled her off the bed, forcing Kelly to kneel before him while he looked her over with relish.

  "We completely broke the proudest of the proud, Ms Justice," he sneered. "You are tamed, bitch. Admit it."

  "I am tamed, master."

  "Yes you are," Ricardo said. "Paolo, take Mr. Kelly outside and introduce him to your new Beretta." He caught Kelly's startled eyes. "Leave the corpse for the buzzards."

  "No! I fulfilled my promise. I cooperated with all your depravity, all night long. I gave as good as I got. I obeyed your every command and satisfied all of your darkest desires," Kelly cried. "You have to keep your word and set him free."

  "No I don't," he said, smirking. "Remember, I'm a bad, bad man."

  The others laughed.

  Something snapped. Kelly screamed all her pent-up rage. Surging up, she threw a brutal uppercut to Ricardo's crotch. Her fist slammed into his nuts, doubling the smuggler over. Everyone cried out, with Paolo and Marisol racing toward them. Paolo reached her first, while the Latina went to Ricardo's side.

  Kelly tried to block Paolo's right cross, but without her Object of Power she wasn't fast enough. His big fist slammed into the side of her head, and she was knocked to the side, crashing into Marisol's back. Marisol, Ricardo, and Kelly all went down in a pile together.

  My ring! She thought, seeing Marisol's hand.

  She didn't bother asking. Kelly wrapped an arm around Marisol's slender throat, squeezed in a certain way, and watched as the beautiful woman collapsed. Paolo charged her while she pulled the all-important ring off the Latina's finger.

  Ring in hand, Kelly ducked under Paolo's swing, darted pasted him, and finally slipped the ring onto her finger. The transformation was instantaneous, super powers tingling through her overheated body. So Kelly planted one foot firmly on the warehouse floor, and spun into a mighty roundhouse to Paolo's face.

  The Panamanian henchman completely flipped over and lay still on the floor. And then She went CRAZY on them. Kelly didn't really remember the fight afterwards. All she knew was afterwards she found herself the last one standing, huffing and puffing, fists and naked body splattered with the blood of her enemies.

  She was the only one standing, or even conscious. Except for Robert.

  Walking over to her husband, she removed the ball gag first. "I'm sorry, baby."

  "It's okay. I'm fine," he said when she started unfastening his bindings. "Are you okay?"

  "Ha. I've been better," she said. Kelly smiled. "But I'll be fine. Remember, I'm an Amazon. Nothing affects our cold, cold hearts."

  How long they held each other, she didn't know. But Kelly finally pulled away when one of the men started to stir. She quickly bound them all hand and foot with Robert's help, lining them up against the wall. Then she went over to her suitcase, and put on her full costume.

  "It's best you leave the room now," Ms Justice said. Her bright blue eyes narrowed. "I'm going to wipe their minds, and the less you see or hear the better." She kissed him. "Your Land Rover is outside. Go home. I'll jo
in you in a little bit. We'll talk."

  After her husband left, Ms Justice woke the smugglers. She did more than just wipe their minds of any memory of ever crossing paths with her. She stripped them of all memories back two weeks, so they didn't even remember selling guns to the Skulls. Then she put an all-abiding paranoia in their heads, making them think their closest associates had betrayed them, put prices on their heads. She used her medallion to convince them to turn themselves into the police, confess, and testify against their associates.

  It was illegal. It was wrong. But Ms Justice didn't care. Those sons of bitches had to pay!

  Chapter 12

  Two days later, high above Synne City…

  Ms Justice flew slowly over the city, scanning the highways and byways below. She knew the city a little better, now knew where the higher crime areas were so could keep a closer watch over them. She was keeping it simple while she continued to recover from her first ever setback. After thirteen years without a single loss, it seemed to hit her especially hard.

  Then she spotted something that set her heart racing.

  "It had to happen sooner or later," she muttered, coming to a stop and hovering a good two hundred feet above River Downs, a very economically depressed district.

  The two figures streaked straight to her. As the other heroines neared, she recognized one as Kunoichi and the other as Gold Avenger. Odd, she'd studied the Synne City Super Heroine Corps extensively, but never recalled anyone mentioning those two patrolling together. Gold Avenger tended to run with the "late" Midnight Avenger and Ms Amazing. Kunoichi worked with Catgirl and Fury more often than not.

  "Hello, stranger," Kunoichi greeted her.

  The other two heroines came to a stop some ten feet before her. She frowned. Synne City heroines frequently greeted each other with hugs. She hadn't earned that yet, apparently.

  "Hello. How can I help you ladies?"

  "Just checking in with you," Gold Avenger said. "We never really had a proper meet and greet. How's it going? Finding your way around the city okay?"

  "I'm feeling my way around," she said, wondering if they knew anything. There were two rumors that Ms Justice had heard so far, where vile little men claimed to have captured her, doing truly depraved things. Neither of them had an ounce of truth, though. Hell, they were many times tamer than the reality. "Losing friends, alienating people. You know the score."

  "Ha. I like that," Gold Avenger said. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to steal that line."

  They giggled. It felt good. Ms Justice wondered if she'd develop a better relationship with the Synne City heroines than she'd had with the girls in Philly. Relations in Philly were strained from day one. Something about Ms Justice being a self-righteous bitch. And that was one of the nicer things they said about her.

  "Well, everyone is here to help, whether it’s a shoulder to cry on, or you need help beating down some pimps," Kunoichi said. "We're all very friendly."

  "Except for Catgirl," Gold Avenger said. "She'll cut a bitch in a heartbeat."

  Ms Justice gawked at her. She'd only met Catgirl that once, but she seemed to be a good, upstanding heroine. Then she noticed Kunoichi's eye roll.

  "Catgirl I can handle," Ms Justice said. "As long as it's not Kunoichi. Bitch carries a sword!"

  Kunoichi squeal in laughter. "Why does everyone keep calling me a bitch? I'm just… Focused."

  "Our little ninja is the girl to call if you find yourself in deep poo," Gold Avenger said. "That girl fights like nobody's business. And quiet?"

  "Ninja. Never see me, never hear me," Kunoichi said with an exaggerated Japanese accent. She pulled her sword in a blur. "Until I strike! Hai!"

  "Does your mother know you play with knives?" Ms Justice asked with a straight face.

  "No, and don't you dare tell her."

  "Duly noted," Ms Justice said with a big smile. "By the way, I met one of the informants you told me about. Johnny Orto."

  "Oh no, he didn't…"

  "He did," she said, hands coming up to cup her own big boobs. "Copped a feel in the first few minutes. I might've, um, threatened to rip his face off or something."

  "Don't you dare," Gold Avenger said. "Unless we're there to watch. He's such a pig. I refuse to deal with him anymore."

  They spent the next hour discussing different areas of the city, and the various bad guys working in them. Mostly they let Ms Justice in on all the scoops about the new Russian gang moving in and pushing out the local mobsters.

  "There's a storm coming," Gold Avenger said, becoming grim. Kunoichi nodded. "The bad guys have started winning on all fronts. I hear the Germaines have all but defeated Barbara Daul, stealing her family company out of under her. She's a major supporter, but that turmoil seems to have messed her up real bad."

  "She's actually started playing ball with them in some deluded belief she'll be able to save her company, but the truth is Ms Daul to firmly under Armand's thumb now," Kunoichi said. Then, lowering her voice, she continued. "I've seen both Armand and Sylvia Germaine leading Ms Daul around on a collar and leash. It doesn't look good. And she has been the city's top super heroine backer, both financially and politically."

  That was pretty much in line with what Ms Justice had heard. If that paladin of Good fell, then the city was indeed in for rough times. Synne City already had a reputation for corruption. Ms Barbara Daul was the Good Guys' most powerful and vigilant watchdog.

  Shame she's so liberal.

  "Wow. Unsettling," Ms Justice said, and looked westward. "Sorry, but it's getting late. I have an event I can't miss this evening."

  "Be safe," Gold Avenger said, starting to veer away. "Don't hesitate to call any of us in to help. United we stand!"

  She watched them fly away, before she turned toward her changing site. Maybe her alter-ego should look into the Daul-Germaine affair. Robert wouldn't approve, since they were such big sponsors. Still…

  Ms Justice paused and looked all around at the city below. She smiled.

  "Get ready, boys, Ms Justice is here to stay," she said. "No one's going to stop me from meting out some good old-fashioned justice."

  The End

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