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The local media was now calling it ‘the crime wave of the century’. There was still no evidence the spike in crime was organized in any meaningful way, but the event was straining Megatropolis’ police and cadre of superheroes.
There were many theories on how the crime wave started but the most convincing one was the simplest: there had been a small increase in crime, big enough to be reported on the local news. The reports mentioned that the city’s police and superheroes were stretched thin while dealing with the increased crime. The city’s criminals heard these reports and decided it meant they would have free run of the city while the authorities were busy elsewhere.
Like the rest of her fellow heroines Bovine Justice was exhausted from the event. Since the crime wave started over two weeks ago she had only taken half a day off, and that was to recover after a particularly draining run in with the villainess Pussy Whip.
The Megatropolis Amazons, the city’s official super team, were concentrating on the supervillains that were running wild in the city. Bovine Justice and the other solo heroines were, for the most part, happy to let deal with these foes. Megatropolis was a cesspool of crime and the super powered faction was only a small portion. There were countless neighborhood gangs, not to mention the larger criminal organizations like the Red Dragon Syndicate, which still needed taking care of.
Bovine Justice had spent the last few days and nights cracking down on one of these larger criminal groups: The Sugar Skull Gang. Although they had begun life as a small, local street gang the organization had blossomed over the last few years and was now contended with The Red Dragon Syndicate for right to lay claim to title of biggest criminal group in Megatropolis. In fact the two criminal organizations spent as much time fighting turf wars as they did engaging in the various illegal operations that filled their coffers.
It seemed that one of the rules all of the small gangs in Megatropolis followed was to have some kind of easily recognizable costume. The Sugar Skulls had been no exception to this rule and even as their size outgrew the need for the gimmick they had stuck with their tradition. Each of its members wore black clothing with a bright white skeletal figure painted or printed on it. Each of their faces was brightly painted like a Mexican Sugar Skull. The more ornate and bright the paint the more important the individual was within the organization.
The Red Dragon Syndicate heavily employed super powered enforcers that helped protect their operations and muscle the locals into allowing them to do whatever they wished. The Sugar Skulls, on the other hand, relied on numbers. There always seemed to be four Sugar Skulls for every cop or heroine who faced them. And even someone as strong as a super powered heroine can be brought down by sheer numbers if the horde they are facing knows how to use their numbers correctly.
Bovine Justice was far too familiar with how a crowd of combatants could turn the tide of battle. Like most woman with an active Power-Gene Bovine’s libido was as super charged as her strength and agility. The slightest arousing touch could get her internal engines revving, and if she wasn’t careful and allowed herself to get too worked up her desires for sexual release could become overpowering.
Although the general public was not aware of this weakness (referred to as ‘the curse of the heroine’ by the superhuman community), the criminal element was. In fact the knowledge of it was part of the first rule of their criminal code: any defeated heroine was fair game sexually. This made the stakes of any altercation high for a heroine, the consequences of any defeat would more than likely be sexual.
Of course once a heroine’s body was warmed by any sexual shenanigans and the touch of another quickly becomes consensual. Most heroines have made their peace with this fact and have even learned how to take a sexual defeat and turn the situation into one that gives them the advantage. Get a man, super powered or not, to cum and he will be left slow of mind and body. That can give a heroine the essential few moments she needs to turn a defeat into a victory.
The biggest pitfall was, once again, the curse of the heroine. As well as having super charged libidos that can turn even the most powerful heroine into a sex crazed bimbo there is an added danger. Most heroines will feel their powers temporarily drained after experiencing an orgasm. And if they cum too hard they might even be left totally depowered for a time!
After her recent run in with Pussy Whip Bovine Justice has been left VERY aware of how helpless a strong orgasm can leave her. She has more than just being weakened from a strong orgasm to worry about. Cumming causes her milk to start flowing, and after an orgasm or two there will be no hiding the wet stains that appear on her costume.
Her lactation is a secret she must keep hidden from the world. Should a man ingest some of her milk he will find himself temporarily given super strength and increased sexual potency. The small heroine has no doubt that if her secret were to become common knowledge a price would be put on her head.
Luckily for Bovine Justice she had a handy aid in protecting her secret: the Bell of Bovine Justice. She wears the large cow bell from a collar around her neck. Its ring is rumored to cause the desire to commit crime to temporarily leave the minds of all that heard it. In reality the cow bell holds a sonic device that can erase the recent memories of all men that hear it.
So far she hasn’t needed to use the bell since she had started taking on the Sugar Skulls. Not even once had the gang gotten the better of her and after so many days of taking the gang down she was starting to get a feel for their tactics. She could now patrol a neighborhood and immediately intuit which dark alleys and back lots their members would be skulking in, selling drugs and other illicit goods.
Bovine Justice had learned quickly that a direct approach once she had located a gaggle of the gang members was not preferred. They prepared with far more than superior numbers. They armed themselves with all kinds of various black market weapons and drugs, most of which can easily incapacitate a heroine such as herself.
So Bovine had started sneaking up on her pray. After so many days of rounding up Sugar Skull members she was surprised there were still some of them free and on the streets. But no one, not even the Megatropolis Amazons, really knew how many members were part of the gang. And although she had been battling them almost none stop for days she still knew little about what drove them.
Regardless of their motives they were criminals and must be hunted down. The group she was stalking this night finally settled down in a large, ill lit abandoned lot behind some dilapidated buildings. They now stood milling around the back of a black SUV that was parked right in the center of the empty lot. The back of the vehicle was open revealing the illegal wears they were selling. A handful of locals milled amongst the gang members, perusing and purchasing what they had to offer. Bovine counted at least a dozen Sugar Skull members, although their number was hard to be sure of from the distance she stood observing them.
She was peeking out from around the corner of a nearby brick building. She wanted to get closer but there was no cover between where she stood and the group in the distance. Even if she were to charge the group at full speed they would see her coming and have plenty of time to react to her approach.
They must have chosen the location on purpose, she thinks. They’ve been wising up to my ambushes over the last couple of days. This group is certain to be prepared for me…
If the rest of the heroines in the city weren’t so busy she would go and call for aid, but she knows it is unlikely th
at any of them are be free to come aid her. She takes a deep breath then attunes her heightened senses to the sounds from across the open lot. She can only make out parts of the conversation at this distance, but what she hears confirms her desire to act.
‘Yeah, but we’re making a killing,’ she hears one person say in response to something she couldn’t make out.
‘Even with that fat titted cow rounding up all our mates we’re pulling in more money than ever before,’ someone says.
‘Thank god Bovine Juggs is the only heroine that’s been paying attention to us. The boss is convinced he’ll be able to take care of her tonight. And there are far too many of us here for her to try and take us on,’ another adds. She hears laughter after that and can’t make out anything else.
So, these criminals think I’m a joke? That their numbers are so great I’m unlikely to strike this particular group? Well tonight isn’t their lucky night…
Bovine rounds the corner of the building and takes off running, charging the group of men. She runs as light as she can, hoping to keep her feet from making too much noise on the pavement and buying a few more moments before they noticed her.
But even making very little noise Bovine Justice stands out even in the dark, ill lit lot. Her costume consists of a tight bikini with cow hide print, black combat boots, and her Bell of Bovine Justice. Although many think it is part of her costume the small bovine horns that extend from her messy black hair are actually natural mutations, a side effect of her P-Gene.
By design the outfit leaves a lot of her flesh bare. Even though it’s common knowledge that a P-Gene active persons physical form doesn’t correspond to their actual strength when a group of villains see the short, pudgy, big breasted heroine coming at them they can’t help but underestimate her strength and agility.
As she runs she keeps a hand on her bell, keeping it from ringing. She drapes her other arm over her massive breasts. Even though her tight bikini top mostly keeps them in check at her current speed they would have been bouncing wildly all over the place. And being that each of her breasts are bigger than her head allowing them to bounce freely could easily knock her off balance or slow her down.
The scantily clad heroine’s pale white skin practically glowed in the darkness of the night. This more than anything makes her approach stand out. She hasn’t even closed half the distance to the group of criminals before one of them notices her.
‘Superheroine!!’ the man shouts, pointing an accusing finger at her.
The people that had been purchasing goods from the Sugar Skulls all take off, quickly fleeing what they know will soon be a battle. The Sugar Skull members, however, stand their ground. They pull in tight around their vehicle, many drawing weapons.
A few drew pistols and fire at Bovine Justice. Bullets whiz past the heroine’s body. Although they won’t harm her she knows if they impact her soft body they will sting and perhaps knock her off balance. Bovine rolls under the short hail of gun fire, continuing to charge once she has sprung to her feet.
She watches as many of the criminals pull out hand to hand weapons: lead pipes, chains, knives. That is the best way to fight a heroine. Beat her down until exhaustion over takes her. With a crowd this big she knows that tactic just might work, she’s never taken on this many at once all alone. And if she allows them to surround her and start pawing at her bare flesh? Well, then they might be able to take her down in other ways.
One of the gang members steps forward and lobs two small objects at Bovine Justice. As she continues her charge she watches as both begin spraying gas into the air and land down in front of her.
Again Bovine Justice tucks her body into a ball and rolls out of the dangers way. She is super humanly agile regardless of how pudgy the busty she appears. Sure, having to work around her large bust has taken practice but after years of experience the heroine can roll and flip better than many other heroines.
After her roll Bovine flips through the air, doing various feats of acrobatics as she keeps herself outside the expanding cloud of gas. The gas is most certainly an aerosolized version of one of the many drugs used against heroines. She has no idea which drug is contained within the cloud but it is a certainty one that she doesn’t want to ingest.
Before long she has moved herself around the now dissipating cloud of gas. She stands defiant, almost within reach of the Sugar Skulls. ‘Is that everything you’ve got?’ she shouts, taunting them as she prepares to close the last little bit of space.
‘No you stupid cow, that was just to give us time to activate this,’ one of them shouts then throws something else towards her. Bovine has already started charging. She watches as the object lands several feet directly in front of her.
It is obsidian colored, and its shape is hard to make out in the darkness of the night. As it lands on the ground there is a momentary flash of light and the sound of something adhering the object to the ground. A moment later the device lights up, its subsurface covered in brightly colored LED lights. They flash quickly in bright, hypnotic, repetitive patterns.
Bovine Justice doesn’t even have time to register what the devious devise is before it starts affecting her mind. Her charge quickly runs out of steam and soon instead of running at the Sugar Skulls she is slowly stumbling towards the flashing device. She is slouched forward, her arms half raised in front of her as if she is some kind of mindless zombie reaching for the device. Her eyes are glassed over, her expression vacant, her mouth hanging open stupidly.
The Sugar Skulls erupt in applause and begin shouting abuse at Bovine Justice.
‘You fell right into out trap you fat uddered whore!’
‘Yeah, we chose this spot specifically so we’d have time to activate the SED.’
‘Dumb slut, you should have known we wouldn’t take you rounding up so many of us without putting up a fight. We’re going to make you pay!’
Bovine Justice shows no sign that she understands or even hears any of the shouted abuse. She continues to stumble forward, drool now falling from the side of her open mouth and landing on her large breasts.
The SED, or Slut Enticement Device, is an IntelliTek Corporation creation. The hypnotic lights on the device are designed to temporarily turn any woman that sees them a mindless drone, intent on only putting the device inside of them. Most women can shake off the impulses that the lights on the SED cause before too long, but these impulses are only the first phase of the device’s heroine defeating routine.
Bovine Justice is now standing above the device. Although she is not in control of her physical actions she is still awake and aware of what is happening. She now sees that the obsidian device’s true shape: that of a large dildo. It is clearly weighted to land on its base when thrown, and once it impacted against the ground it adhered itself to that surface.
As Bovine stands over the flashing device she pulls her bikini bottom to the side, exposing her privates. Still holding her bikini to the side with one hand she uses her other hand to spread her labia open. The heroine, leaning over so her eyes can still remain locked on the flashing lights, begins to squat over the device. Slowly she lowers her body towards it.
As her open snatch approaches the SED the device begins to glisten in the night air. It is secreting a lubricant that allows it to slide into Bovine Justice’s body with ease. The heroine moans in pleasure as she finishes lowering herself onto the device. She slides down as far as her body could take, the device filling her now moist hole. She then starts to work her body up and down, humping the device.
The crowd of criminals break into applause again, cat c
alling and shouting abuse. Again the busty heroine seems to not hear them.
The lights on the SED are no longer visible, the majority of the device now inside of her vagina. The heroine still wears a blank expression, although now there is the hint of a smile at the sides of her mouth. Her jaw falls even further open now, the drool freely dripping from her mouth down onto the surface of her large white breasts.
The substance that the SED had contains far more than lubricant. It contains a strong dose of the potent mind control drug known as ‘Formula CCP’. Once inside the heroine’s porous vaginal canal the drug quickly works its way through her body. It will leave her in a state of blank obedience for some time to come.
The Sugar Skulls allow Bovine Justice to hump the SED for some time. The man with the most ornate face paint in the crowd walks forward and pulls her up off the device. She follows his lead in silence. By the time she is removed from SED the Formula CCP has overwhelmed the pudgy heroine’s mind and body and left her in a state of robotic obedience.
‘How do you feel, cow?’ the leader asks Bovine.
She stares blankly ahead for a moment, giving no sign that she has heard him. Then, slowly and in an emotionless monotone she responds. ‘Horny. Aroused. Sad… that… I am… no longer… fucking… the SED. I was… close… to… getting… off.’
All of the Sugar Skulls except the leader laughed at this.
‘What a total slut!’
‘Yeah, I say we gang bang her and let the little whore get off.’
The leader raises his hand and the crowd grows silent. ‘No, we’re not here to tonight to have fun. We’re here to teach this meddling slut a lesson. Everyone, give us some space.’The crowd spreads out, creating a circle around Bovine Justice and the leader of the Sugar Skulls.
The leader turns to face the heroine. ‘Hello Bovine Justice. I know that somewhere inside that limp pile of fuck meat you call a body your mind is strong and aware of everything going on. You’ve fallen for our trap and felt the effects of an SED. And now you’re totally under our control.
‘We could easily march you off and make you throw yourself into the ocean or sell yourself into white slavery, but that’s not how the Sugar Skulls deal with medaling sluts like you. We like to break you mentally and that’s what we are going to doing tonight. We are going to humiliate you and leave you afraid to ever face us again.
‘Now, if you choose to remain active as a heroine that is just fine with us. As long as you stay away from our operations in the future you can avoid another incident like you will experience tonight. If anything having you beat up on our competitors will only help us in the long run. Think of it as a arrangement between new friends’
‘What do you think of that, cow? Are you ready for me to get friendly with you?’ As he says this he pokes one of her tits, causing the large orb of flesh to jiggle prettily.
‘You… will… never… break… me…’ Bovine Justice says slowly in response.
‘No, no, that’s not what a cow says. A cow says ‘moo’ so that’s what I want you to say. So let’s try this again, what do you think of that, cow?’
There is a moment of silence. For just a brief fraction of a second the blank expression on the heroine’s face twitches as she fights against the command, but the potent mind control drug running through her system quickly wins out. Slowly Bovine Justice opens her mouth and a low, long, ‘mooooo,’ escapes her mouth and echoes through the empty lot.
‘Very good! But that sounded a lot like a mind controlled heroine just saying the word ‘moo’. I want to believe that you’re a cow. Try it again with more feeling this time.’
Again there is a moment of silence and a brief flash as Bovine Justice fights the command. Then a long, convincing ‘moooooo’ comes out of the heroine’s mouth.
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