Ms Justice- Meting Justice

by J K Waylon

  Ms Justice was thorough if nothing else.

  Truth was, the "alley" behind Holla Dance Club was little more than a place to put the trash dumpsters out of sight. There were no buildings behind the club. A concrete block wall stood opposite the building, with a wooded creek beyond.

  She spotted a van stopping short of the dance club and a pair of Latino men getting out. They hurried around back of the dance club, checked every dumpster, looked over the wall, and even climbed up the service access ladder in back. Ms Justice squatted atop a nearby building and watched them. Once they'd assured themselves the site was secure, one of the men remained atop the club.

  "Paranoid little bastards, aren't you?" she whispered.

  As the van pulled around behind the club, Ms Justice noticed another van approaching. It went around to the other side of the club before turning into the alley. The Skulls had arrived. She smiled.

  Ms Justice could barely see anything in the dark alley. If it was broad daylight, there'd be no issue. Midnight, with no moon or outside lighting in the alley, big problem. So she dove off the side of her building, flew nape-of-the-earth over to the club, and then hit the afterburners.

  The shapely super heroine whipped up atop the club in a flash, spotted the bad guy on one knee overlooking the exchange below. She noticed a pair of balloons on the roof next to him. Chloroform or Ultra Bliss? She didn't know, or want to find out. So Ms Justice flew in fast and snatched him up. He didn't stand a chance. She threw an arm around his neck in a sleeper hold, and he was out cold within seconds.

  That sleeper hold is the best thing Robert ever taught me, she thought. Everything else worthwhile he'd taught her was bedroom related. She smiled. Lord, he's such a dog.

  Pushing those pleasant thoughts aside, she moved up to the edge and peeked over the side. Just in time, too. The Latino men had just placed four large wooden crates on the ground, halfway between them and their exchange partners.

  The Skulls, eh? How appropriate, she thought as she watched the five pearly white heads. After meeting Johnny, she'd done a little more research, and found the Skulls Motorcycle Club was comprised entirely of extremely violent skinheads. They were suspected of selling drugs, guns, and women. That last bit really burned Ms Justice's buns. They'll have to change their names to the Concussions after I'm through with them.

  All Johnny knew of the gun smugglers was they were all Panamanian nationals, led by a man named Ricardo. No last name. She hoped one of those men below would be the notorious Ricardo, so Ms Justice could cut off the head of that particular snake.

  Ms Justice pulled out her smartphone, took a few pictures, and then zoomed in on the license plates of each van. She used an app to look them up, and both vehicles came up as stolen within the last few days.

  "There you boys go, piling up crimes upon crimes," she muttered. "Now I can add grand theft auto to the list."

  She began video recording everything.

  The Skulls examined the weapons inside the crates before bringing out a suitcase full of money. Ms Justice waited until they passed the money over, and while the Panamanians were counting it, she nodded with satisfaction.

  "Time I joined the dance," she whispered. Putting away her phone, she smiled. "I never turn down an opportunity to get my freak on."

  Ms Justice stood, and promptly stepped off the side of the building. It was only a thirty foot drop, but her stilettos sounded like rifles going off when they struck the cold concrete. Her legs bent to absorb the impact, but she was otherwise unaffected.

  "Halt in the name of justice!" she shouted. "You're all under arrest."

  "Mask!" one of the Skulls shouted, pulled a pistol and emptied it into her chest. Point blank. For all the good that did.

  "Wow. Just wow," Ms Justice said, shaking her head woefully. "That's attempted murder."

  And then it got crazy. One of the Latinos attacked her with a machete. An actual, honest-to-God machete. That was a first for the busty beauty. It didn't help knowing her Object of Power didn't protect against blades, only super fast moving projectiles like bullets. So she flew up in a loop, coming up behind the confused man to pound an Atomic Elbow into the top of his head.

  He dropped and didn't get back up.

  "This is your final…"

  That was all they allowed the sexy super heroine to say. Both sides charged her with blood in their eyes. Ms Justice spun into a roundhouse, missed a ducking Panamanian, but her momentum let her kick a Skull biker in the face. He flipped over, while his cohorts in crime leapt over him to get to her. She ducked under their arms, slipped between two of them, and engaged two more.

  After a flurry of fists and feet, she broke away as more men attacked her from behind. The Panamanians and Skulls actually fought each other for a second. Yeah, it was that confusing. Ms Justice had it easier, since she was against everyone.

  "Three down," she called. "Seven to go."

  Spotting one of the Latino men staying out of the fight, just holding the money, she called out to him, "Ricardo!"

  "Si?"

  "Just checking."

  Ms Justice charged the head gunrunner. He fired six useless rounds at her before she reached him, sending a powerful right cross at his face. Ricardo swung the heavy suitcase full of money, striking her across the face before her fist landed. That spun Ms Justice around, vision blurred and head spinning momentarily.

  "Ugh!" she cried when someone landed a fist to the belly. Then another struck her left tit, sending incredible pain rippling through her body. A third punch landed above her left kidney. "Aaiiee."

  The curvaceous vigilante dropped to one knee in the middle of those hostile men. She heard a chuckle, and then Ricardo shouted something in Spanish. She regretted studying Latin instead of Spanish, but then she'd have never become a lawyer.

  It's all about the choices we make, she thought. And these boys made all the wrong ones in life.

  One of the men grabbed her long blonde hair and yanked her up. Ms Justice backhanded him, sending the biker stumbling away. She spun up into a vicious kick, enhanced by her ability to fly. Two more men stumbled back. That left two facing her, plus Ricardo still hanging back.

  "You boys have gone and ticked me off," Ms Justice said with an exaggerated drawl. "It's time to mete some old-time justice."

  A Panamanian and a Skull biker faced her. The Skull stepped forward and threw a savage right cross at her face. Ms Justice dodged left, avoiding the blow. She caught his wrist and twisted, pulling a pained cry of surprise from the biker. That brutal arm twist forced the biker to bend down low, letting her spot the Latino man rushing up behind him. So she leapt up and sent a kick into the Latino's head, sending him flying away. She landed atop the fallen biker's back.

  "I'm going to ride your butt to jail, boy."

  Four men began to converge on her from all sides. She smirked at them.

  "Why don't you fools ever know when to give up?"

  "Because we're bigger, meaner, and smarter than a buncha balloon-titty masked bimbos," the biker she was astride growled. He flipped straight back, driving her back into the concrete. Hard. "Get her!"

  "Son of a – " Ms Justice cried, just in time to see a man's foot stomping down on her upturned face. Then black and white exploded behind her eyes, followed immediately by a jolt of pain from head to toes. "Oooooh."

  "Depower her!" Ricardo shouted. "Take off her belt!"

  Men seized her arms, yanked the dazed heroine to her feet. Then she felt hands fumbling at the small of her back. A second later the golden belt was pulled away.

  "Yes!" one of the Skulls shouted. "We kicked her ass, and depowered her. We can test one of these guns on her skanky ass now."

  Ms Justice allowed them to manhandle her, not putting up any fight. She needed a few seconds to recover. Her head was clearing up quickly, thanks to the healing power of her hidden Object. But then Ricardo stepped up before her with a shit-eating grin. And promptly kicked her in the pussy. Hard.

  "Aai
iee! Son of a bitch," she cried. The pain was exquisite. He caught her just right for maximum effect, too. Pain spiraled up into her core, sucking away her strength. "Lord, that was totally unnecessary."

  He started to wind up for a punch to her face, so Ms Justice sucked it up, lifted her right foot, and DROVE her sharp stiletto deep into the foot of the man holding her right arm. He wailed in agony, even as Ricardo threw his punch. Ms Justice twisted to the left, pulling the injured bad guy on her right arm along, so that HE took the right cross to the head.

  "Let me go," she snapped, blue eyes flashing as she rabbit-punched the other man holding her. She was free, while two more men lay at her feet in agony. She wagged her brows at Ricardo, who was now gawking as he stood before her. "That's mine."

  Ms Justice snatched the rolled up golden belt out of his left hand. She whipped it around her tiny waist and fastened it before any of the men realized what happened. The belt wasn't her Object of Power, but it served her best interests for everyone to think it was.

  "I'm tired of playing with you boys. Let's get down to business," she said in her most commanding voice. "Yield to justice, or get your asses handed to you. Your choice."

  They surged at her, snarling. Ms Justice flew straight up, and did a big loop. Coming back down, she slammed into their backs at super speed. She bowled all but one over, and immediately flew straight into that one survivor. It was Ricardo, of course, and this time when he tried to hit her with the suitcase, she surprised him instead. Ms Justice thrust-kicked straight forward, booted foot slamming into the suitcase, propelling it AND Ricardo straight back to slam into the van.

  He crumbled to the ground and lay still.

  The others were struggling to their feet, a little unsteady, so she quickly waded into their midst – kicking, throwing elbows, and punching one and all senseless. In less than a minute the busty, huffing and puffing super heroine was the only one standing.

  "And that's how I mete justice," she said, big satisfied smile on her face. "Time to call in the police to do all that messy paperwork."

  Ms Justice pulled her phone out.

  "Hey, Miss Just TITS!" someone shouted. From... above?

  Ms Justice looked up. Her breath caught. She'd forgotten about the Panamanian up on the roof. How long had it been? Too long; enough for him to wake up.

  "Sweet dreams!" he shouted, and threw something.

  The hapless heroine realized too late that she'd left the two balloons up on the roof with him. Chloroform or Ultra Bliss? Didn't matter, either would take her down in nothing flat. So she started to fly away as fast as possible, but it was too late.

  "Ugh!" she cried, struck square in the chest. Cool liquid splashed all over her chest and face. She gasped, and felt that insidious gas invading her nostrils, sucked into her lungs with her open-mouth gasp. "No! Chloroform."

  She tried to fly, but her brain was already starting to shut down. Darkness was creeping in from all sides. Ms Justice stumbled to the side, and tripped over a down bad guy. When she couldn't stand, she started crawling. Desperate to escape before it was too late.

  It was too late.

  "No, no, no," she whispered, softer and softer. "I can't… fall. I've never…"

  Ms Justice heard the man hurrying down the ladder. Then she heard the sounds of the others starting to stir. She collapsed, rolling over onto her back in her fruitless struggles to get up. The fumes evaporating off her body kept getting thicker and thicker, and the darkness started collapsing upon her faster.

  "No. Please," she whispered when a fierce looking male face appeared above her. Looked so self-satisfied. "I can't…"

  And then, nothing.

  Chapter 7

  Nothing eventually became something. Voices. Angry voices. Speaking in… Spanish?

  Ms Justice struggled to break free of the strange lethargy that gripped her. She finally forced her eyes to flutter open, but she still couldn't really move. At best, she managed a miserable groan and some writhing.

  Overriding everything was a strange smell.

  Chloroform!

  Even knowing she lay helpless, at the utter mercy of evil men, she couldn't so much as clench a fist. Her body would not respond. Then she realized she wasn't writhing, so much as being manhandled by the wicked men. They were fondling her naked boobs! Two guys were pulling her legs apart, very wide, while another moved up between them. That's when she realized her shorts were pulled to the side.

  "No," she managed to say, though so quietly they didn't seem to hear. So she mustered all she had and said, "No."

  "She's waking up," one of the men said. "Give her another shot'a chloro."

  "No, I want her awake and alert," Ricardo said. "Get Ms Justice on her knees."

  An argument erupted. Ms Justice thanked God for it. Her would-be ravisher was NOT happy about the interruption. But Ricardo quickly pulled rank, and the groggy super heroine was pulled to her knees. Five men surrounded her, glaring down with such angry expressions. The chloroform in her system still wanted to pull her back down into oblivion, and she wondered if that might be better than consciously enduring what Ricardo had planned.

  Lord, I went thirteen years in Philly without a capture or setback, she thought. I didn't even last a week in Synne City!

  She looked all around. The man directly behind her had a white cloth in one hand, and a brown bottle in the other. Seeing those sent a shiver through her shapely body. Ricardo stood directly before her, once again holding her belt. She almost laughed. The belt might be nothing, but they had depowered her with the chloroform. Still, she was starting to recover a lot faster than she could've hoped.

  If they'll just give me enough time.

  "Hola, Ms Puta," Ricardo sneered.

  "I've heard some dumb nicknames before, but that takes the cake."

  He sneered at her, and then backhanded her.

  "Ugh," she cried.

  It hurt, but not that bad. Her Object of Power healed her fast, and gave her amazing endurance. It would take more than a backhand to take her out, chloroform or not. But the blow did help to clear her head a little more. She was finally able to clench her fists.

  "I don't have to insult your name. I insult you!" he said, and spat in her face. "Paolo said you have never been defeated. Now you are, and I am the one to do it. I defeated Ms Justice."

  "I'm sure your mother is proud of you."

  He backhanded her again, this time busting her lip. It would heal fast, but he smirked at seeing the blood. And then he reached toward her face.

  "Where are the Skulls?" she asked.

  Relief washed through Ms Justice when Ricardo withdrew his hand to look around. He shrugged, then grinned.

  "They are pussies," he said. "They just wanted their guns, so they could run before another mask showed up. Cowards. I am not afraid of no stupid super bimbos."

  That reminded her of her phone, with the app to call for help. She could use an All Hands: Captured Heroine alert about now. Complete with GPS location. Ms Justice finally spotted her phone on the ground, to Ricardo's left rear. Just three feet away, but smashed to pieces. It looked like someone had put a bullet through it.

  Damn.

  To test her body, Ms Justice reached up and seized the top edge of her bustier, pulling it up in an attempt to cover her breasts. One of the Panamanians pressed a pistol to the side of her head. That sent a chill through her. Her Object of Power needed three to five feet of space to stop a bullet, depending on caliber and other factors she'd never cared to learn in detail. Muzzle-to-head would definitely kill her.

  "Or I can just remain topless," she said, releasing the red, white, and blue top. The captured heroine lifted her hands in a classic gesture of submission. The man stepped back. "You got me. I'm depowered and topless, totally at your mercy. Now what?"

  Her words had the desired effect, making the men smile and relax just a little. Yeah, they felt big and powerful, having defeated and subjugated the much smaller woman.

  Ricar
do stepped closer, unzipped, and pulled out his cock. Ms Justice's jaw dropped. All she could do was stare at it. Not the first, or even the twentieth, dick she'd seen, but the first from a bad guy. She knew what happened to captured super heroines, especially in Synne City.

  "I don't think so," she said.

  "You will suck my dick," he said. "Or I'll take your mask."

  Ms Justice tried to fly straight up. Unfortunately, her head was still too messed up for flight, so she licked her lips and considered her options. Sucking him off would give her more time to recover, and the longer she took to get him off, the better.

  Impatient, Ricardo grabbed a fistful of silky blonde hair and took his cock in his free hand. The shapely heroine gasped when he traced her mask with the tip of his dick, before pressing it to her glossy red lips. She averted her face.

  "I'll bite it off!" Ms Justice cried. "I swear I'll bite it off."

  Hand still in her hair, Ricardo pulled his cock back. She watched it warily. He just held it there, aimed straight at her face. She didn't understand what he was doing, until hot yellow piss shot out.

  "Ack!" she cried.

  Ricardo released her hair, grabbed the edge of her mask, and pulled. Ms Justice forgot all about his still spraying cock, and tried to slap her hands over her mask to stop him from face-stripping her. All in vain. Her lethargic arms were too slow, and the mask came off.

  "You're that stupid right-wing bitch on TV!"

  Ms Justice gawked up at him. Unmasked and recognized!

  "I'll kill you!" she screamed, surging to her feet.

  Ms Justice kicked Ricardo between the legs, and then turned on the men converging on her. A gun went off, but she didn't feel any pain. So either he missed, or was far enough back for her Object of Power to stop the bullet.

  Kicking and punching, she put all of her pent-up rage into her attack. There was no concern with hurting them. She wanted to destroy them. And then one of them pressed a chloroform-soaked cloth over her mouth and nose, hanging onto her from behind. She held her breath, but struggled to throw him off.