The Capture of Ms Justice

It was a case that had left the city's finest stumped. Young women were disappearing all over the city without a trace. The Chief and the Mayor were doing their best to keep the crimes under wraps without raising an alarm..or tipping off the press to what could be a
a major criminal syndicate operating in the city. This was where I came in. A former police woman..decorated many times over for bravery in the line of duty. I left the force a long time ago but still pursued justice as a private eye. My name is Allen. Lisa Allen.

It must have been around 6 pm when I pulled up in my flashy red motorcycle at a seedy apartment building in the west side. Turning off the ignition...I swiveled on my shapely buttocks..stretching my long legs as I got off of the bike. Standing at 5'4...my curvy but muscular body was well highlighted by the strapless white top, white shorts and open toe high heel shoes I was wearing. My brown hair was shoulder length..hanging loose around my naked shoulders. Picking up my handbag..I walked towards the entrance..my high heels echoing against the concrete pavement as I entered the building. My contacts told me that this building was a rendezvous for whoever was kidnapping these unfortunate young women. My plan was to track them down and persuade them to tell me where to find their victims.

I took the old lift up to the third floor and as I got out..I reached into my handbag to pull out my Beretta semi-automatic pistol. Slowly and as quietly as possible...I inched my way along the deserted corridor...to the apartment which my contacts said was the meeting place for the kidnappers. Curiously..the door was ajar and I slipped inside the apartment to investigate it. There was no one inside the apartment which was sparsely furnished.

As I look around an find an old ticket to the old boardwalk down by the bay and and white sand and a newspaper picture of the old fun house. Well I think they left me enough clues that it seems they want me to come there, well I am, but as Msjustice.

I leave the old apartment building and hop on my motorcycle and begin to ride there, as I do riding thru the dark deserted streets of night. I mash a secret button and transform to Msjustice the defender of Justice, now dressed in my satin blue bra top with sleeves and blue thong and red boots and black mask. My brownish red hair loose and flailing in the breeze.I say to myself now lets have a little party as I drive up and snap the lock on the gate to the old boardwalk. I get off my Justice cycle and slightly adjust my mask and place my hands on hips, well girl this placed scared me as a kid, but now even with powers of justice it gives me a tingle.

I step up on the old metal steps and then on the old heavy timbers my red boots click as I place hands on hips as the cool night air has my nipples stiffing under my blue satin top. As I look at one of the old ride cars, I see a red light coming from one of the old doors as I walk toward the door. The light is coming from inside the old funhouse...that's where the kidnappers must be hiding out...I say to myself as I approach the door. I kick it open with my right foot and stroll inside. I find myself in a hall of mirrors which show distorted images of me as I walk by. The recorded sounds of evil laughter and screams fill the hall as I try to find out where the crooks are hiding.

Once I wrap these creeps up early..I might be able to meet my boyfriend for dinner at his apartment. He's a newspaper reporter who has been doing a lot of articles about my adventures as MsJustice. Little does he know my secret identity. As I walk through this strange place...I can't shake the feeling that I am being watched. My enemies are much closer than I think. As I turn a corner...I feel a strong arm wrap itself around my six-pack gut and pull me towards the male body it is attached to. I grab the arm with my left hand and twist my body as I expertly throw my attacker over my shoulder. He hits the ground hard. There's no time to celebrate as I hear footsteps behing me. I spin around and kick another thug in his jaw with my right foot. Another goon comes running in..but I easily take him out with a right hand karate chop to his throat.

Where are the girls you kidnapped? Talk now and I'll put in a good word with the cops to go easy on you..I tell the dazed goons. I smile to myself..thinking that I'll still be able to make my dinner date with my boyfriend. Preoccupied by those thoughts..and thinking that I had beaten all of the crooks...I let my guard down...and did not detect there was still another crook..who was sneaking up behind me. This creep is ready for me and I feel his free hand reach under my bra top. His fingers quickly find my puffy nipples and begin to toy with them. What?..My nipples...I'm getting so sleepy..I confess to the crook. I want to fight back but I can't as my sexual fantasies about my boyfriend making love to me..suddenly start to fill my head.

The crook uses that distraction to turn the battle in his favour. Distracted by my sexual fantasies...I let him cover my nose and mouth with a thick white rag. He keeps the pressure on me...never giving me a chance to recover. His fingers keep fondling my nipples..forcing me...to breathe the chloroform that's been soaked into the rag. I feel my eyes begin to grow heavy with sleep...as my head begins to spin. I know I should fight back...fight for justice...but the way the crook touches my breasts...caresses my nipples with such commanding authority...I know there's nothing I can do.

Not so tough are you now...he mocks me as I feel him lowering me down to the floor of the fun house. He removes the rag few inches away from my face...not enough fresh air to clear my head. Got that right creep...my breasts...are the source of my powers...I get weak..so..sleepy whenever a man touches them...strength of twenty women...speed of antelope..
gone...once...I...I'm for--d to think..about..sex...I tell him. There's just something about a man touching my breasts and chloroform..which just makes me want to tell the truth. So you're interested in the kidnapped girls eh Msjustice?...You'll be sorry that you interferred...but right now..it's time to go to sleep..gloated the crook.

His hands moving all over my breasts..his fingers making my nipples as hard as diamonds...no way I can resist that...he knows how to turn me on...and he covers my nose and mouth with the rag again. My head spins..the last thing I feel is his fingers flicking my hardened nipples..and his laughter as I slowly fade into unconsciousness.

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