The black jack hit Cat Girl precisely at the base of the skull. The cowl absorbed much, but not all, of the force of the blow. Tendrils of pain reached into her brain and turned off the lights.
Super criminal Nephele stood over her victim, admiring how efficiently she had KOed the young crime fighter.
"So stupid, little one, so stupid!" she whispered.
These good girls are so worked up to demonstrate what they can do, Nephele thought, dragging the inert member of Justice Force into the next room and tossing her on the couch. Cat Girl landed against her partner, Scarlet Vixen, head resting on Vixen's shoulder. Nephele secured Cat Girl's wrists and ankles with plastic security strips, as she had done ten minutes before to Scarlet Vixen. The two looked so cute next to each other, exploring Dreamland, that Nephele took digital pictures of the pair. When she returned to her lair, she would post the images at the Bad Girls website, under the tab "Good Girls Out Cold and Dreaming." She gave both super heroines a kiss.
Nephele knew there were two more Justice Force agents in her hideout. Four operatives were always sent on arrest missions: two for the collar and two for backup. And the second pair had to join their associates in La La Land.
Nephele began her career at 19 as an apprentice house breaker and, over the next twenty-eight years, rose to an executive position in the Sisterhood of Evil crime syndicate, until it was smashed by Justice Force. She had renewed success in her old profession of cat burglar, but was now looking to retire with her accumulated wealth, to a far away country.
Now Justice Force was gumming up the works by trying to bring her in.
Well, Nephele decided, spotting Justice Force agent Night Ghost down the hall, at least Justice Force made a point of fielding only earnest, strong minded, and astoundingly careless agents, complete with glass jaws.
"I can't raise either of them!" she heard Night Ghost murmur into her wrist communicator. Nephelle was standing right behind her. "I know something has happened!"
Night Ghost turned sharply when her shoulder was tapped. "Cat Girl!? Where have..."
WHAP!!
Nephele concentrated as much spite as she could muster into the right hook to Night Ghost's chin.
"...uuuu...vvv..been...?"
Behind her mask, Night Ghost's eyes crossed and went to the hard floor, spark out.
A voice cried urgently from the wrist communicator. "Night Ghost! What was that? Are you okay, sweetheart?!"
Sweetheart? wondered Nephele. It was a male voice and Nephele liked the way it sounded.
"Justice Force is letting the eye candy out on missions!"
The handsome young man turned swiftly in response to Nephele's remark.
"Nephele?"
"In the flesh!"
"What have you done with Night Ghost and the other girls?"
"No permanent damage. They're all taking a nap." Nephele walked up to the young man and pulled him into a deeply sexual kiss. "What's your name, boy?"
"Brad..."
"Of course. Which one of the sleeping beauties are you tapping?"
"Tapping?" Brad answered, befuddled and aroused. "Oh, yeah...Night Ghost..."
"Impressive! Our intelligence on Night Ghost said she liked sea food."
"See...no, she wanted to try men..."
"So she got a practice model." Nephele clinched her right fist behind her back.
"Let me guess. Things didn't work out with Lady Puma, so Night Ghost went looking for something different?"
"She loves me!"
"You bet! One last question before I knock you out: Brad, do you get a stiffy thinking of older women?"
Nephele interrupted Brad's reply with another kiss. "Yes, you do!"
POW!
The upper cut put Brad out on his feet. Looking her victim over, his eyes glassed and jaw hanging slack, Nephele decided she didn't want to go into retirement alone.
Nephele had measured the force of the punch precisely, hitting Brad just hard enough to leave him unconscious for an hour, just long enough to transport him to her default safe house. He started coming around very soon after she dumped him on her bed and began removing his cloths.
"Where am I?"
"In my bedroom...your dreams have all come true!"
"Where's Night Ghost and Scarlet...."
"When I left, they were all resting comfortably. By now, they're in a hospital."
Brad's vision cleared. "Whoa!"
Nephele sat on the bed at his side, completely naked. She was guiding his hand over her firm, white thighs and soft, black haired pussy. "You lost the first round by a knockout. How many rounds do you have left?"
Brad made it round 20, Nephele scored the second knockout. While her exhausted lover dreamed of her, Nephele made breakfast and completed her travel arrangements. She decided Brad was coming with her, even if she had to conk him on the head and smuggle him out in steamer trunk. But after last night, she doubted there would be any problems.
Nephele was in love.
"But I'm in love with Night Ghost and she loves me!"
This tiresome formality, Nephele thought, putting a cigarette to her lips.
"You fucked me like a champ last night, ever have that with Little Miss Can't Decide?"
Brad knew she was right. Nephele had rocked his world and he wanted more.
"I owe her..."
"Nothing!" Nephele said, igniting the cigarette and blowing pink smoke in Brad's face. The smell was light and sweet and Brad was unable to stop himself from breathing it in. Suddenly he felt heavy. Nephelle took him in a long kiss. "That's your kiss good night, Brad. We're going on a trip, you and I!'
"Whe...where...?"
"A nice country in South America with lots of sun, warm weather and no extradition treaties."
Another cloud of smoke collided with Brad.
Everything slowed down for the young man. He wanted to get up, but all Brad did was look dreamily at Nephele's face and melon sized tits. There was a strong desire from the base of his being to kiss Nephele's pussy, to show her how much he loved her and wanted her.
Brad's eyes drooped down steadily until the shut. Brad was out cold and on his way to a whole new life.
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