Ms Justice- Meting Justice

by J K Waylon

  Megan froze. Did she really love Sylvia? Like, real love?

  "God damn, I'm in deep shit," she whispered, head feeling numb after her little submission session. "If I don't find a way to escape them soon…"

  Hearing voices outside her office door, Megan snatched up her clothes and raced to the adjoining bathroom in a panic. She barely got in before the office door opened. Locking the bathroom door, heart thundering, she stared at her reflection and wondered how it ever got so bad.

  "I'm going to lose everything," she whispered. "I might even lose myself."

  Megan had a full schedule of meetings that afternoon, so she quickly pulled herself back together and returned to work. Sylvia, as usual, didn't give her a moment's peace. She sent one text message after another, all highly sexual. All emphasizing her domination of the sexy mayor. She even sent her a picture of her own feet in sexy white stilettos, with the caption, Can't wait for u to lick these beauties.

  It was after five before Mayor Megan Milano called it a day. She had already left a message on her home phone with a lie about working late. That enabled her to drive straight to the Germaine Estate. The closer she got to that den of darkest debauchery, the more excited she became. By the time she reached the open front gate, Megan was panting, body all hot, tingly, and aching with need.

  I'm so pathetic, she thought as she pulled up to the front door. A valet took her car, which meant it was one of their larger parties. Damn, I just know I'm going to get fucked mindless tonight.

  The thought frightened her, knowing how open and malleable her Amazon mind would be under such treatment. Yet, her body was ready, willing, and eager to play. So she hurried inside, just a little worried Sylvia would be displeased with her for being so "fashionably" late.

  There was a side room up front for slaves to change. Basically, lose every stitch of clothing, save heels and jewelry. She placed her folded skirt and blouse on a shelf, but continued to wear the garter and hose. Her mistress really loved it when she wore sexy things like that.

  "Let's see if I can find Sylvia or Armand before some horny henchman takes me down," she muttered, looking around the crowded foyer warily. She spotted Councilman Forrester almost immediately. Fortunately, the fifty-six year old African-American City Councilman was already chatting up a topless blonde. Since the blonde was wearing all gold (collar, cuffs, stiletto pumps, and thong) Megan knew she was hired wait staff. The wait staff was comprised almost entirely of beautiful, high-class hookers, so anyone could have them anytime they liked. "Time to run the gauntlet of hands."

  Megan's stilettos clattered loudly on the golden-hued marble floor, echoing in the vastness of the opulent entry foyer. Easily half the men present turned to check out who was passing by, and she noticed many hungry looks spread across familiar faces. Yeah, she'd had sexual relations with most of those men. Very kinky relations, in fact. She shook her head, knowing it was impossible for that many people to keep her subjugation a secret.

  What is wrong with my masters? She thought. Do they WANT me exposed, arrested, and sent to prison?

  Once she made it to the Great Room, Megan spotted even more high-priced call girls working the floor. The Germaines had hired them to keep the guest entertained and happy. Anything went with those gold-clad prostitutes.

  Megan looked around at the nouveau riche décor. She shook her head, wondering how anyone could live surrounded by so much gold. King Midas probably would've told them to turn it down a notch. Gold wasn't just the main color; it was almost the only color. The fact that it came in five or six different shades didn't do much to alleviate the eyestrain.

  "Oh!" Megan cried when a young, attractive man copped a feel of her right tit as she walked past him. Then he swatted her silky smooth butt. "Ouchy, master. Haha!"

  She didn't mean to laugh, but it surprised her. Megan continued walking, struggling to not glance back at him. That would probably encourage him to come after her. The forty year old beauty didn't care for being fucked before reaching her mistress. She wanted to find Sylvia while her body was still pristine. Yet, she wasn't allowed to say no to anyone during these parties.

  Then she spotted the beautiful blonde. Her heart skipped a beat, and her breathing almost went haywire. Sylvia looked like a queen in those glittering diamonds, that white silk gown hugging every curve of her spectacular body. The long blonde hair piled atop her head was the icing on the cake. It was the first time Megan had seen her hair up like that.

  It wasn't all good, though. Sylvia was speaking with Antonio Ramirez. The thirty-five year old politico had visited Megan earlier that morning, forcing her to kneel and suck him off. It was a daily affair with him. At least Councilman Forrester only hit her up two or three times a week, and always took her to a cheap motel for his hour of uninhibited sex.

  My God, she looks so young, Megan thought. My mistress is only a few years older than Abby. I'm old enough to be her mother.

  Sylvia was only twenty-five. Abby was twenty-one, born in the middle of her super heroine apprenticeship. Yeah, that was a helluva setback. Most heroines aborted when impregnated, but Megan didn't believe in abortion. That had almost ended her career.

  Now Sylvia will get to end it instead. She smiled ruefully. All these same worries about exposure, repercussions to her family, had caused her to "retire" as a super heroine years ago. Now she was back, and so was her life of fear and regret. Only this time it was her political career that proved her downfall. I never learn. I always have to step into the fire.

  Men started turning toward her, looking her over hungrily. Megan felt panic, so hurried toward her mistress. If she had to be defiled, Megan wanted her beautiful mistress to do the deed. Or at least be holding her leash while others had their way with her body.

  "Mistress Sylvia," she said, voice coming all breathy in her rushing arousal. "I am yours."

  Out the corner of her eyes, Megan noticed Antonio grab his crotch. Yeah, he had a woody for her. Always did. But Megan concentrated on Sylvia's face, loving how the wicked blonde lit up upon seeing her pet slave. Megan's skin tingled, insides going all hot and mushy.

  "Finally, my beautiful pet is here," Sylvia purred in the sexiest voice. Lust in her bright blue eyes. "Kneel and submit."

  Megan moaned with pleasure at those words. Dropping to her knees, the sexy slave bent over and gently kissed the bright white toe of Sylvia's closest stiletto pump. Then she gave it a lusty lick.

  Sylvia smiled down at her slave. Her mistress lifted a black leather collar and leash off the side table. Megan lifted her chin. The busty blonde held Megan's eyes while she slowly buckled the collar round her slender neck, fitting it on snugly. The slavegirl's breath whooshed out, her entire body tingling so sweetly.

  "Who do you belong to?" Sylvia asked.

  "I belong to you, mistress," she said. "I am your girl, body, heart, and soul."

  That response was instilled into her by Sylvia so deeply, so thoroughly, that just speaking the words made it so. Megan felt her body change. Felt her mind shift into that new reality. Her eyes started to burn, tears flowing, as love and adoration filled her.

  Megan offered her trembling lips.

  Sylvia dropped to one knee. Their lips melted together.

  "Mmmm," both women moaned.

  Megan pushed into that lipstick kiss, heart soaring. Bliss consumed her when their tongues began to tease and wrestle. Sylvia attached the leash halfway through their kiss, and then gave it a tug once she pulled away.

  "Come, my pretty," Sylvia purred. "I'm eager to introduce you to my other pretty pet, though she's really more of Armand's plaything than mine."

  Sylvia led Megan through the vast mansion. She stopped frequently to chat up friends and minions, giving others ample opportunity to fondle Megan. Men and women touched the helpless mayor all over, fondling her tits, bold fingers penetrating her pussy and anus. The busty brunette was a panting, overheated mess by the time they reached the stairs leading down into the basement.

 
Megan followed Sylvia down the gently curving stairs, knees wobbly after so much erotic handling. She had to concentrate on every single step, lest she trip and bowl over her mistress. A deep sense of relief washed through her when she finally made it all the way down.

  It was the first time she'd been in the basement. There were quite a few men and women down there, all enjoying the BDSM dungeon. Yeah, Megan's eyes went big. Her insides clenched tight. Was she about to be tied up and fucked senseless? She saw only women bound naked in the play-stations, and most of them were being fucked by two men at the same time. Spit-roasted. Some were being spanked by other women while lusty-eyed men watched with hard-ons.

  This might be the end of me!

  Her mistress led Megan through the dungeon, stopping at every play-station to chat up the participants. It took the better part of ten minutes to traverse it, ending at a closed door. Sylvia stopped to wag her brows at the slavegirl.

  "Excited?" Sylvia asked. "It's going to be a treat watching you dominate her." Her eyes narrowed. "I hate that bitch."

  That frightened Megan. She never wanted Sylvia hating her like that.

  "I live to serve your pleasure, mistress," Megan said hesitantly. "I don't know who is behind the door."

  "Oh, it's someone special. Armand and I have recently, finally put her haughty ass firmly under our thumb," Sylvia said. Such wicked glee spread across her mistress's face. "In some ways, we own her more thoroughly than you. After all these years, she is ours to command. Our pawn. Our plaything. Our absolute slave."

  Sylvia opened the door and led her slave through, closing the door behind them. Megan froze, jaw dropping. The room was as garishly opulent as the rest of the mansion, but with a single play-station in the middle. It was a stainless steel construct. Basically, an upright square consisting of two steel posts, topped with a crossbar that could be adjusted up and down as needed. A raven-haired beauty was restrained within it. Her ankles were locked into a stainless steel spreader bar, which was attached to a ring in the floor. Another steel spreader bar, between her metal collar and the spreader bar between her ankles, bent the woman over at the waist. Someone had tightly bound the woman's large firm tits with rope, making them balloon up bright red. They finished her off by pulling her arms back, locking them in yet another spreader bar, and pulling that bar up to the crossbar with a chain.

  It looked quite uncomfortable and left the naked woman completely at the mercy of the dozen men surrounding her. Paige Cartwright was also there, applying a riding crop to the woman's bright red back while two men spit-roasted her.

  These men are all on the Germaines' board of directors!

  Sylvia led her around to the side, stopping just as the elderly man thrusting in the woman's face cried out in pleasure. He pulled out of her mouth, shooting his cum all over her beautiful face. Megan's jaw dropped when she finally recognized just who they were using so mercilessly, who Sylvia was just bragging about finally owning utterly and completely.

  "Barbara? Barbara Daul?"

  Chapter 3

  Kelly woke early, next to her husband. As usual, he slept on his back with a big ole woody tenting the sheet. Feeling mischievous, she carefully pulled the sheet off him to expose that erection.

  Full bladder? she wondered with a wicked little smile. Or is he dreaming about me?

  They both slept in the nude, so she only had to slide down a little to reach it. Kelly wrapped a delicate, perfectly manicured hand around his long, thick shaft. She paused to make sure he wasn't awake yet. Turning back to his cock in hand, she started stroking him, feeling him swell just a little more, become just a little harder under that smooth, yet veiny skin. Then she leaned over and rolled her hot, wet tongue around his dick head.

  Her husband sucked in a breath, but didn't wake. She smiled with wicked delight.

  Kelly slowly, carefully, went down on him. She didn't even mind the smell and taste of urine, because it was his urine. His smell and taste. She loved everything about her husband.

  Bobbing her head, Kelly took him deeper and deeper. She raked long red nails across his hot, sweaty, and very hairy scrotum. Again, he sucked in a breath but remained asleep. So she took him to the back of her tongue, with a lot more shaft to go.

  Lord, if my faithful viewers could see me now, Kelly thought. Half of them would have a field day, and the other half would piss themselves. She giggled. 'Nice girls don't act like this,' they'd crow left and right. But this is just who Kelly Kavanaugh is. Conservative firebrand on the streets, alley skank in the sheets.

  "Oh, hell yes," Robert's sleep-heavy voice growled. He palmed the back of her head, pushing down hard enough to make his cock tap the back of her throat. "Oh baby. You're the best wife ever."

  "I know," she said. Kelly licked her lips, grinned at him, and started licking his balls. "You know, I don't do this for just anyone, buster."

  "What? You have sex with other men?"

  "No. Just you," she said.

  True. Kelly loved the fact that her husband was the only man she'd ever had sexual relations with. Okay, a few boys had managed to get her top off in college, and one was even allowed to play with her pussy once, but Robert was the only man to ever penetrate any orifice of her body. Hell, she'd even refused to give Robert oral before their wedding night.

  "You're the only man for me, baby," she purred.

  Kelly was especially pleased by the fact she was the only super heroine in Philly to never, ever get captured or have a setback. From what she'd heard, none of the Synne City bunch could make that claim. Except maybe those new heroines Fury, Valkyrie, and Ms Valiant.

  "I only give myself to you, baby," Kelly said, feeling him getting closer and closer. She winked at him. "And you're only allowed to receive loving from me."

  "Really? What if Ms Justice offered herself up to me on a silver platter?" he asked. "Do I at least get a hall pass with that gorgeous, super sexy super heroine?"

  Kelly giggled. "Play your cards right, lover, and you just might."

  In the six years of their marriage, she'd never slept with Robert in her Ms Justice persona. Ms Justice had always been beyond touch in her mind, but she understood that he really, really wanted to nail her while she was in costume. Most guys did.

  "Oh God, you little tease!" he groaned.

  Yeah, the thought proved too much. Robert exploded in Kelly's mouth, bathing her tongue with his hot seed. She immediately jumped up, and ran into the bathroom to spit it out. For some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to swallow. Her husband looked disappointed, but only a little; as always, he seemed to understand. He never complained once about her spitting.

  "Time for you to get up, buster," she said, grinning at him from the bathroom door. "And time for me to get a quick shower. I'm running a bit late for patrol."

  "It's barely nine in the morning. And it's not like they clock you for patrols," he countered, but remained in bed. She just lifted a haughty brow. "Fine. Just hurry. I'm meeting with reps from Germaine Industries for lunch."

  "Oh?" she asked, frowning. Germaine Industries had an unsavory reputation, especially in Synne City. But the company was her cable news show's second biggest sponsor. They sponsored a lot of far right-wing types. "You couldn't find a cleaner sponsor?"

  "No one with their size checkbook," he said. "And might I add, Germaine Industries already pays you five million a year to be their spokesperson."

  "I know, but their hostile takeover of Daul Enterprises is getting all kinds of bad press, especially in Synne City. The association makes me look bad."

  He shrugged. "It is what it is, and Daul Enterprises only supports liberals. Barbara Daul and her company are not our friends."

  "Oh well. Strange bedfellows and all that," she said, heading for the shower.

  Kelly quickly went through her morning routine. She showered, made up her face and hair, and headed toward the garage in workout clothes. Robert gave her a good-bye kiss before hurrying into the bathroom himself. She hummed a happ
y tune of love and bliss while passing through their sprawling home, a rental in one of the city's more prestigious gated neighborhoods.

  She popped the trunk to check her bag. Her costume looked good and clean, no damage from the previous day's patrol. The red patent thigh boots had a few scuffs, but nothing too troubling at the moment. Once satisfied, she jumped behind the wheel and hit the garage opener, before starting the car.

  "I can't wait 'til they're done renovating at our new place in the country," she muttered. "This start every patrol from a different spot thing's getting to be a real pain in the ass."

  Hell, every patrol required her to find the next day's changing site. She preferred upscale sections of town, so that her uber expensive Mercedes Benz didn't stand out, but there were only so many of those around. Kelly watched her rearview mirror like a hawk, alert to anyone that even looked like they might be following her. Taking an appropriately roundabout route, she parked near her chosen change spot just after 10 AM.

  Leaving her purse in the trunk, Kelly took the gym bag and snuck into the nearby alley. Her car was left in a parking lot just around the corner from a popular gym, so she hoped the disguise worked. Those were always tense minutes, between car and selected changing spot. Best she could tell, no one had followed her into the alley this time. So she hurried to the other end, quickly crossed the street to another alley, and hurried to the back door of a vacant store. Once inside, she locked the back door.

  Since it was a two-story structure, she went upstairs to make sure that was also empty.

  "Excellent," she said.

  The gorgeous blonde celebrity unzipped the gym bag, before beginning to strip. Her workout clothes went straight into the bag. Then she pulled out the bright red thigh boots, since the floor was much too nasty to stand on barefoot. Once the boots were zipped up snugly around her long, shapely legs, Kelly pulled out her mask. She pressed that blue mask to her face first thing, just in case someone entered while she was dressing.