Justice

by:Alexandria & Rowan

<alexandria_ml@bigfoot.com>

        Lightning split the dark, moonless night. A crackling bolt of light and
sound revealed a form almost darker than the shadows in which it stood. A
woman dressed in the night's colours strode purposefully down the
rainsoaked alleyway. The night's storm left the black gloss of her latex
bodysuit shimmering with captured raindrops. Knee-high boots and
elbow-length gloves of black leather completed an outfit that the wearer
prized for its protection and functionality. Rain-matted black hair framed
a face that looked skyward into the darkness. A darkness echoed in the
screams that split the night as had the lightning.
        "Time to hunt," Michelle, the night-clad woman, thought to herself.
        Preternatural senses locked onto the source of that scream, and the
gutteral grunts and coarse laughter that accompanied the frightened noises
made by a woman afraid for her life. Scents reached her nose; the rank odor
of lust about to be sated with forbidden fruit; the terror of one about to
be violated. It all mingled with her own rising passions as her power
stirred within her.
        She took her time to stride slowly down that rain-drenched side street. In
the dim light, heightened vision saw five men huddled over a woman rudely
shoved to the ground. A ripping sound accompanied the sight of a skirt
being ripped asunder and rude comments were made among the men over their
night's prize. Another flash of lightning drew one man's attention back
towards where Michelle stood. Seeing either an opportunity, or sensing an
opponent, he grabbed up the lead pipe that was his weapon and headed
towards the slim figure. Another actinic flash revealed rubber-clad curves
and he smiled wide, "Wanna join our party, chickie?"
        "You don't have anything worthwhile for me to play with," Michelle
replied, deliberately riling him to rash action.
        "Stupid bitch!" The would-be rapist spat as he rushed the remaining feet
between himself and his target; he'd teach this slut just like he'd teach
the one his buddies already had pinned down.
        "Such language," She smiled in return; her smile slowly turning sinister
as he reached back and let fly with the lead weapon. He had only a second
to realize his error as he felt his body go numb and the pipe stop inches
short of its mark. A coldness raced through his body and panic rapidly
replaced rage.
        "Wha-what are you?" He asked, wanting to run away screaming from the
maleficent creature that leaned towards him, bringing glistening lips close
to his cheek; tongue darting out to taste the fear-sweat that had broken
out. She leaned closer still, whiserping into an ear that would never hear
her words.
        "Michelle, but, tonight, you may call me Justice." And she gently kissed
the cheek of the pipe-wielding marble statue. Then she turned her attention
back to the woman and her remaining assailants. They had succeeded in
revealing the prize they sought and even now, one man, considering himself
lucky, was thrusting into her unwilling sex to the encouragements of the
other three.
        "Oh, boys," Michelle called out musically, "There are much gentler ways
for you to touch a woman down there; let me show you." A gesture,
needlessly theatric, and the scene became a frozen tableau. Another gesture
towards the three men holding onto their victim and they vanished in bright
silver flashes and falling piles of empty garments. Yet a third gesture had
a similar affect on the man who had impaled himself into the helpless
woman.
        "Perhaps you will learn the error of your ways. If not, I'm sure your
'friend' will enjoy your company much more this way." A black-gloved hand
rummaged within the empty sets of clothing, fishing out three pairs of
lacey panties and a large dildo. "I do so love poetic justice."
        Michelle reached out once again with her power, this time into the mind of
the still-frozen woman. She found the image of the apartment the woman
called home and a mental command teleported them there. She placed the
woman upon the bed and placed the dildo in her hand. The panties were
placed atop a dresser to be found later. A mental nudge adjusted memories
to eliminate the terror's the woman had endured; replacing them with
memories of a late-night trip to a rather naughty lingerie store and an
eagerness to try out her new toy. A kiss on the sleeping woman's forehead
and Michelle vanished from the room, lifting her power's hold over the
woman.
        She watched from outside the apartment's window as the woman she had
helped enjoyed herself....
 
 
 THE END