Enforced Justice Part 2

She busted out of that filthy sex ring the crooked cops dumped her into. Now she’s back as Justice, out for blood. She hits the precinct like a storm. They never see her coming. Mask on, cape tight, tits straining against black leather. The cops barely get their guns up before she slams one face-first into his own desk. The other tries to bolt, but she’s faster. One chokehold later he’s down too. She drags both assholes across the concrete floor and lashes their wrists to the pipework. One gets the gag. Thick black ball, straps biting into his jaw. Spit already leaks down his chin. The other watches helpless while Justice rips open her top. Heavy tits swing free, nipples hard from the rush. She plants a boot on the desk, leans in, makes sure they see exactly what they tried to break. Then she calls it in. Sirens wail outside. The cuffs click shut on the cops this time. Justice watches them hauled off, tits still out, breathing sharp and hot under the mask. Revenge tastes better than mercy.