Christy sat at her computer staring at a map of the town. Specifically, the area of town that she had gone to, where Mistress…where Vice had captured her. Christy blushed as she felt all sorts of emotions and lust filled thoughts swarm through her mind. She couldn’t believe the way she thought about Vice. The way she felt about her. This was all so wrong. Liberty was a hero! Hero’s fight the bad guys, the bad guys lose, end of story. Christy tapped her pen against her bottom lip gently. Why did it end up like it did? How did it end up that way? Christy felt a little embarrassed as she reflected on calling Vice ‘Mistress’. The thing was, she had wanted to. It wasn’t forced out of her. Not really. She gave in. She wanted her. And the rewards of surrendering, of making Vice happy, were just so…so…SATISFYING! Christy bit down on the top of the pen as she started to think back about the way Vice just took her, firmly from behind and plunged that toy into Liberty’s wet pussy. Pounding away, while Vice kissed, bit, and sucked on her neck. Christy closed her eyes as her fingers gently caressed the area of her neck where Vice had been days earlier. The way that slick, long vibrator just went in and out, filling her with such heat, such desire. She could almost feel it now. Not to mention the way Vice just ravished her swollen wet pussy later with her tongue.
Christy slumped down in her chair, her eyes closed as she allowed her memories to control her. She kept thinking back and forth between all the pleasure Vice had given Liberty. Christy longed for someone to treat her that way. Christy’s pen fell to the floor and made a small thud on the hard wood floor of her dorm room, not that Christy heard it. She wasn’t really in her dorm room right now. She was back in that dark room, with Vice. Titling back in her chair, Christy let her fingers do the walking as she remembered every sexy, glorious detail. The toy, the way Vice just firmly grabbed her. The way Vice’s lips and mouth felt as she sucked on her nipples. By now, Christy had pushed up her oversized t-shirt to expose her bare breasts. Her hands massaged her breasts and pinched and flicked at her nipples as she imagined Vice’s mouth on her. After getting herself even more aroused, Christy one hand down her soft abs and plunged her hand right down her sweatpants. On the back of her hand, Christy felt the cool sensation of the moist cotton kiss her fingers. She was already wet, and had started soaking her sweats just from fondling her breasts. Christy typically would tease herself a little. But not this time. As soon as her fingers slid over her wet lips, she thought of Vice’s lips, and her tongue. The way her tongue had tenderly penetrated her and worked it’s skillful magic on her pussy. As she tingled all over, Christy quickly plunged her fingers deep inside her. As she did so, she started pinching her breast and nipple. She ran her fingers quickly and forcefully in and out of her wet snatch, her fingers lubricated well with her own juices. As she felt herself becoming more and more aroused, Christy began moaning. “Oh..fuck me…” She sighed as she thought about Vice as she masturbated. Closer and Closer. Just before she orgasmed, Christy moaned “Fuck your naughty girl mistress! Oh fuck yes! YES!” Christy climaxed on her fingers. Her tight slit squeezed against her fingers as she squirmed in ecstasy. Her whole body was shaking and trembling. Christy stayed slumped in her chair, her breasts exposed, one arm still down her pants, with her wet hand resting on her lips; her other hand just hanging down as she felt her heart racing, and little beads of sweat on her brow. Christy slowly kissed at the air as an impulse from remembering the wet, cum filled, passionate kiss she and Vice had. Her lips, her juices, she tasted so good, they both did.
As she collected her thoughts, Christy acknowledged to herself that she wanted Vice. No. It was more than that. She NEEDED Vice. Vice had never made her feel so alive. Even with the pain she brought, Vice never did any serious harm, it did hurt, but Christy felt odd. She even felt like she wanted to be punished. Heroes don’t sit about in their homes masturbating as they think about their arch-enemy orally fucking them. She deserved a good spanking, and to be tied up. Christy’s eyes shot open. “Oh shit…why do I want to be tied up and spanked?” Even as she voiced the thoughts aloud, her cheeks became flushed. She stared at the computer screen which had long since loaded her search of the past month of crime news. She pulled her wet hand out of her pants and wiped it on her shirt as she pulled it down. She smelled the scent of her sex on her hand. “Focus!” Christy then started scrolling through the scanned newspaper headings. She started noticing that there was a lot of crime that had occurred during the day. She thought to herself that perhaps she should try a bit of crime fighting during the daytime hours. “Time to suit up, Liberty,” Christy said with a devilish grin on her face.
Once she was all dressed up, Liberty knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to head out there, and really get something accomplished today. There would be no kidnapping of her, no chloroform rags, no Vice, no spankings, no..”Stop it!” she fussed at herself. Liberty noted that the change to her costume, cutting out the eye holes was a lot better, she could see much better than with those protectors on. Her piercing blue eyes stared back at her. “Go kick some ass, Liberty!” She opened her window, and gave the entire courtyard a good look. Even though it was daytime, there was thankfully nobody around. She quickly jumped down to the ground and took off running, making her way over to the warehouse district.
To say that Liberty stood out, was an understatement. Her outfit did anything but blend in, especially in that part of town. Most people interestingly enough dismissed her as a crazy person. She was far from recognizable as a hero. Two men that thought nothing more of her than a piece of meat started following her, waiting for her to go down the wrong alley, which she soon did. As soon as they saw her turn down a dark alley, even during the day, they made their move. One guy pulled out his switch blade as the other pulled out a small gun. “Hey sweet cheeks. Where you going? Don’t you know there are bad men in this area?” The two men chuckled. Liberty smiled as she stopped, keeping her back to them. She had hoped these two were up to no good.
‘Dat ass looks great in that silly get up of yours doll.”
The man with the knife stepped up behind Liberty and just took in a huge sniff in her ear. “You smell good.”
“Thanks. I just washed this last night.” The man with the gun gave his friend a ‘what the hell’ look as a reaction to her statement.
The man pressed his knife against her cheek as he licked her neck. “You taste good too. Don’t scream or my friend will shoot you. We are gonna have a little morning fun.” As he said this, he walked Liberty over to a nearby brick wall and pushed her face into the dirty bricks. Liberty had fought a tougher guy than this before. Those thugs at Vice’s warehouse were a lot bigger and stronger than this slender man. He slapped her ass, which made it jiggle. The two men laughed as they watched it shake. “We are going to have so much fun, girlie.”
Just then, Liberty swung her elbow back and caught him right in the nose. Her strength combined with the surprised of her actions, shattered his nose, and blood poured down his face. “You broke my nose you fucking slut!” The man yelled out in pain as he covered his mouth. The man with the gun raised his weapon to shoot Liberty.
“Wrong move bitch!”
Before he could pull the trigger, Liberty had rolled over behind a dumpster. The man shot off a couple of rounds that bounced off the cement and the metal container. The slender man was all but knocked out. He had dropped his knife and had no fight in him. He was too busy consoling himself and trying to not yell out in pain. The gunman started yelling at her. Liberty looked around her, and saw a large metal trash can lid laying on the ground next to her. She waited for the man to stop firing. She would try that trick that always worked for the hero. She would throw the lid at him, knocking him down, giving her enough time to get over to him and kick away his gun. She heard him step closer and decided to make her move.
In one motion, Liberty grabbed the lid, lunged out from behind the dumpster, and let the lid fly. The man started shooting right away, and Liberty felt a bullet catch her on the arm. When she landed, she rolled and looked down at her arm, it was pounding in pain. Her toughened skin, along with her costume had kept the bullet from breaking the skin, it had bounced off. Liberty smiled and looked over, expecting to see the gunman down. Instead he was standing there trying to figure out why she did that. She didn’t know why that didn’t work. She looked behind him, and on the ground was the man with the broken nose. Apparently she had hit him with the lid and he was out cold on the ground with a cut on his forehead adding more blood to his bloody face. “Crap!”
“What the hell is wrong with you? You crazy or just plain stupid?”
The man walked over to Liberty and grabbed her by the throat. He should have been more careful, but was too caught up with the knowledge that this stupid little girl couldn’t hurt him. He used the hand, holding the gun to point at his knocked out buddy. “I’m gonna fuck you for me and him, now. Then I’m gonna shoot you in the head right here.” Liberty took advantage of the gun pointing backwards and gave a full forced kick right to the man’s groin. Before he could yell, scream, or even grab at the pain, he blacked out from the intense pain in his groin.
“Not today.” Liberty slapped her hands together as if to knock the dust off her gloves. That wasn’t the cleanest take down ever, but at the end of the day, the bad guys were down and out. She pulled them together and bent a metal rod around them, holding them together as she leaned them against the dumpster. “Two pieces of trash taken out!”
Liberty spent the rest of the day having similar run-ins with random criminals in the bad parts of town. From drug dealers, to thugs, to purse snatchers, no bad guy went over looked by the city’s newest vigilant protector. The sun had started to set when Liberty started to turn the corner of one street and she saw him. Liberty ducked back behind the wall in hopes he didn’t see her. Peaking her head around the corner, Liberty saw the same slender man that had used the drugged rag on her twice before. That man worked for Vice. He was standing in front of a van talking on his cell phone. Liberty assumed to Vice.
The van was backed up to a side door of a rundown building that had once been a bakery. The faded letters and sign was amazingly still hanging up on the wall. The slender man turned his back as he watched the two big men – the same two she had tussled with before – loading stacks of what appeared to be bundles of drugs and wooden boxes into the van. “Yes mistress,” he began. Liberty’s heart started racing when he heard those words. VICE! “We are almost done getting the baked goods, after a stop at the butcher, we should have all the groceries we need for a very nice dinner.” He was talking code. Apparently in case the cops were on to them. The two large men went into the building and were gone for a little while. Liberty seized the opportunity to sneak up behind the leader and grab him. She grabbed both his arms and squeezed them against his side.
“Drop your phone.” Liberty ordered, which the man complied.
He turned his head and saw her masked face. “Are you fucking kidding me?!?! YOU?!?! AGAIN!??! Can’t you take a fucking hint and leave us alone?!?!”
“Inside.” Liberty said as she pushed him through the door into the bakery. Liberty grabbed the man’s cell phone and tucked it into her boot. By the time Liberty could enter the bakery, she was greeted by a large fist clear across her jaw. The blow sent her rolling across the dusty floor, the phone slid out of her boot and landed on the ground in the corner under a cobweb.
“Looks like blondie cant get enough of us beating her.” One of the large men said.
The other laughed as he grabbed a crowbar that had been used to open to wooden boxes. “Let’s see if she bleeds blue and red.”
The two men lunged at Liberty simultaneously. Luckily for Liberty, she had experienced this enough to not panic, but to just react. She rolled to her left, dodging the two brutes. The unarmed man that had clocked her was the first to recover and give chase. He grabbed at her with both arms only to be met with a quick heeled boot to the gut. Her kick knocked the wind out of him as he grabbed at his side. Knowing not to neglect the other man, Liberty turned around to see a crowbar swinging right at her. She narrowly dodged the hook as she felt her hair press against the speedy metal object.
The man was trying to swing backwards when Liberty saw her opportunity and took it. She punched right into the soft spot of his side as hard as she could. The brute dropped the crowbar mid return swing as he felt her fist fly into his side right at his kidney. He dropped to a knee as the debilitating pain shot through his side. Liberty flowed as she caught him with a strong left hook on his jaw as the tall man knelt before her. The blow was strong enough to knock him out. The other man had recovered and kicked her square in the back sending Liberty flying forwards into an already crumbling wooden wall. As she fell through it, dust and wood and bugs flew all about her. As she picked herself up, she was caught by a soccer kick right into her side, sending her rolling along the floor again. The man was obviously angered like she had never seen him before. These guys weren’t accustomed to anyone, let alone a girl treat them like this. He ran towards her only to be met by a flying chunk of wood across the face. He fell backwards. The hit was more of a distraction than an actual attack. Liberty had gotten enough time to get up and get back the advantage. She jumped up in the air and came crashing down with both fists on his back. The large man plunged the short distance back down to the ground, cracking the wooden floor as the impact drove him partially through the panels. He grabbed at her ankle and pulled, yanking Liberty down to the ground. As they both stood up, the slender man went for his old trick. Liberty saw him coming at her with a white cloth in his hand. Using the large man for leverage, she pulled her self forward, rolling over him as he crawled up. The slender man was now on the other side of the large man.
Liberty looked around and saw a metal rod laying behind a counter and lunged after it. She picked it up, stood up and swung wildly with it. It caught the brute in the shoulder, almost breaking his arm. He yelled out in pain as Liberty and the slender man heard a decisive cracking sound. He grabbed his arm as he stood in pain. Quickly noticing that Liberty was winning, the slender man dropped the cloth and started backing away. Liberty kicked the large man’s knee causing him to drop down. She then knocked him out by kneeing him in the face. Seeing this the remaining man started running away. Liberty tried the toss trick again. To her delight, the rod caught the man in the back of the head dropping him to the ground unconscious. Liberty looked around the destroyed room. Three tough criminals, Vice’s personal henchmen were all strewn about in pain, knocked out and the heroine was no worse for wear. Liberty placed her hands on her hips. “I’m a fucking bad ass!”
Liberty went over and picked up the man’s cell phone and called the cops. She told them where she was and what had happened. Once they arrived, Liberty gave a personal account in every detail about what happened, who these men were, and who she was. The cops where impressed yet told her the law didn’t look too kindly on masked vigilantes. “This is Philadelphia, lady. This isn’t one of those costume towns” as he referred to cities known for their heroes and heroines. He let her go with a verbal warning. He was glad to make such a bust – the confiscated drugs and crates of weapons would earn him a promotion for sure.
The sun had long since set as Liberty started slowly strolling down the street. She felt so good about herself. She had such a good day. Stopping criminals, defeating henchmen and even turning them over to the authorities. Liberty Lass was well on her way to making a name for herself and making her mark on the criminal world. As she continued to slowly stroll back towards campus, caught up in her own little world, Liberty was caught off guard by a cord of leather that wound itself tightly across her neck several times. She was violently jerked backwards into a door way by the whip. Before she could even take full account of what just happened, Liberty felt a sharp point in her back.
“Don’t move you very, very naughty girl.”
Liberty gulped as her heart pounded in her chest. “Vice?”
Vice pressed down harder and cracked her whip into the air. “That’s Mistress to you, you little whore.” Vice squatted down, sitting on Liberty’s back. As she did so, she grabbed Liberty’s legs and quickly bound them with her whip, tying a tight knot.
Liberty hesitated. “Mistress…”
Vice rolled Liberty onto her back. “You have been a naughty girl today. You took down my three best men, turned them over to the police and I even lost my merchandise.” Liberty sat up and tried to grab for the whip, but Vice just straddled her, kneeling on top of her. Vice grabbed Liberty’s hands and pinned them against the wall with her hand. Liberty could have forced her way up easily. She just didn’t want to. Having Vice on top of her, touching her, pressed against her. She wanted this. “Why would you do this to your Mistress? Hmm? Do you want to be punished again?” Liberty couldn’t hide the look on her face. Yes. Yes she did.
Vice blinked fast and almost looked like she blushed. “You like your mistress’ touch.” She rubbed her gloved thumb gently over Liberty’s lips. “Don’t you?”
Liberty kissed Vice’s thumb instinctually. “They were criminals. I had to stop them.”
Vice purred into Liberty’s ear. “My strong heroine!”
Liberty melted at Vice’s soft tender voice whispering into her ear.
“Would you turn your mistress in….” Vice pressed her voluptuous breasts against Liberty’s, almost forcing her own breasts to pop out of the latex corset. “…my sexy, strong heroine.”
Liberty couldn’t believe her answer. It popped right onto her lips, she tried to hold it back. “No, Mistress.” Vice ran her hand between them and slightly petted Liberty’s crotch.
“That makes me happy to hear you say that.”
“Why…why did you let me go?”
“Did you want to stay with Mistress? Let her punish you, and fuck you as she wants?”
Liberty wouldn’t say what her eyes said. ‘Yes.’
“What do I call you, my little heroine?”
“Liberty. Liberty Lass.”
Vice continued her petting, she felt Liberty become wet through her costume. Continuing her soft touch, Vice continued. “With such a sexy accent, I can only guess that you aren’t from around here. My little Belle.” Liberty’s face was flushed as she felt increasing excitement from Vice’s consistent petting.
“Why…why did you let me go, Mistress?”
Vice wanted to avoid the question, but Liberty wouldn’t drop it. Vice didn’t want to admit it openly. She let herself get attached. She never kissed a pet before, never had wanted to. But Liberty was different. She was honestly attracted to her, Vice desired her. “I wanted to see what you would do. And here you are. You came back for me.”
“I came back to stop crime.”
“Shh…such words, Belle.” Vice tugged at Liberty’s outfit as she continued petting. Eventually she pulled enough material to expose her wet pussy from under her uniform. “There’s my pretty girl.” Vice continued petting and teased Liberty with her fingers.
Liberty sighed and moaned. “Yes mistress…please….” Liberty was back in her room this morning, this was what she thought of as she had masturbated this morning.
Vice slipped her middle finger in and out just barely poking into Liberty’s went vagina each time “Please what?” Vice felt herself becoming aroused too. She loved the way Liberty melted and gave in to her. The way she shivered and purred.
“Please fuck me.”
Vice, pressed their bodies together as she used her middle finger to fuck Liberty right there. Liberty tried to move her legs as she felt tingles all over, but her ankles were still bound. The fact she couldn’t move turned her on even more. Vice introduced another finger, then another, soon she was fucking her little pet’s pussy well and good. Liberty leaned forward and bit down on Vice’s lip. The two of them started kissing lightly. Then passionately as Vice continued fingering her. Liberty came hard on Vice’s fingers and moaned as they kissed. Vice let herself go, she wanted Liberty…as more than just a pet. Vice soon realized that she was allowing herself to get attached again. She pulled back. “What is it about you?” Vice pulled her hand out of Liberty’s soaked slit and placed the uniform back, rubbing it into her, allowing it to soak up her juices. “I don’t let myself get attached.”
Liberty smiled and looked lovingly into Vice’s eyes. “Thank you mistress. I love the way you fuck me.”
Vice smiled and purred a little. She loved fucking Liberty too. She went in, almost kissing Liberty again, but hesitated. “If I catch you in my area again, messing with my men again. I will punish you.”
Liberty grinned almost flirtingly. “Promise?”
Vice stood up, having to restrain herself. She felt herself overcome with desire. The way Liberty looked at her, and what she just said…Vice had never had such a reaction, nor had she ever wanted so badly to get that reaction. Vice licked the juices from her glove to appease her lust. “You will have to just find out for yourself, wont you Liberty Lass?”
“I look forward to it Vice. My Mistress. I’ll be a bad girl and stop as many of your henchmen as I have to.”
“You do that, and you’ll get a good spanking.” Vice yanked the whip off of Liberty’s legs.
Liberty smiled as she stood up. “I would hope so.”
Vice smiled. She couldn’t believe she actually smiled. She shook her head and ran out the door. Liberty gave chase half heartedly. She saw Vice’s silhouette fade into the darkness down the alley. Next time, she would get Vice. Next time.
