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“Ahhh,” Courtney moaned, sliding one finger so that it grated against the hooded bud of her clitoris before sinking into her aching opening. It felt so good to be touched that in half a second she was squirming, pushing it deeper, and forgetting all about her woes.

She’d found so many people who were happy to share their love with her. Yolanda, Cindy, even her own mother. But with Jade staying with the Dugans at the moment, wanting to help out with everything, it was impossible to get a moment to herself. She couldn’t even go off with Yolanda because Jade would insist on accompanying her.

But at night, she could be alone and tend to her own raging need. Maybe she couldn’t satisfy herself as much as a nice hard strap-on in the ass, but once she came, at least she’d be able to relax…

In her ecstasy, Courtney didn’t notice the light footsteps moving down the carpeted hall. She didn’t notice the doorknob turning either.

“Courtney?” a voice asked tentatively. “Courtney, are you alright? I thought I heard panting. Are you sick?”

The door opened. Courtney’s eyes flew open, then widened even more to see sweet, innocent Jade standing there, seeing exactly what was going on that had Courtney so vocal.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing?” Jade demanded, looking as horrified as Courtney felt.

Courtney tried to respond, sitting up to speak, but the motion sent a shock of pleasure through her exceptionally sensitive cunt and she finally got off, with Jade right there to watch as her pussy went sweetly liquid.

“Oh! Unngghhh!” was all Courtney could say, shuddering helplessly in the grip of a climax that was even stronger knowing that Jade was watching her, seeing every last jot of pleasure that hit her.

Jade made a strangled noise. “I know what you’re doing!” she finally managed to choke out. Her face went red. “You’re being a slut! That’s what you’re doing! You’re being such an awful little slut that you—you don’t even need someone else to touch you! You’re doing it to yourself! You dirty… nasty… tramp!”

“I—ahh! It’s not like that!” Courtney gasped, trying to fight the sweeping pleasure, but having Jade look at her so judgmentally, calling her those names—it only made her hotter. She heard echoes of her lovers calling her nasty names: anal whore, cock-holster, cum dumpster, ass-fuck slut. “I can explain! Mmmmhhhh!”

Jade’s eyes narrowed to slits. They saw everything. Courtney, half-naked, lying on her back in bed with her nipples practically burning through her T-shirt, her legs in the air, her pussy twitching and heaving like a living thing, going through paroxysms of delight that Jade could scarcely imagine.

“How depraved!” Jade breathed. “I can’t believe you! I thought you were a nice girl, but you’re disgusting!”

Then she saw the mirror. Even from where she stood, she could see how it reflected Courtney on the bed. How easy it would’ve been for Courtney to look at her own reflection as she did those naughty, nasty things—and there was nothing else for her to look at, not so much as a laptop of internet porn or a smutty romance novel.

“You were looking at yourself, weren’t you? You were actually getting off on watching what you were doing to yourself, you sick little slut!”

Courtney shook her head. She felt washed out, weak, helpless. It just wasn’t true. She’d only done that to remind herself of how she looked when she was being fucked by Yolanda, or Bobbie, or the Staff that once… that was what turned her on… she wasn’t some kind of narcissist… she actually thought she could stand to lose a few pounds, though when she brought it up, Yolanda always told her how much she liked Courtney having a nice big ass.

Courtney smiled, thinking of how Yolanda had then told her to sit in her lap… with her ‘fat ass’…

“Don’t you smile at me!” Jade roared. “Bad enough you were doing what you were doing… if I ever did a nasty thing like that, I would at least have the decency to pretend someone else was doing that dirty stuff to me… but you, you actually got off on seeing your own naughty cunt being played with! God, how nauseating!”

Courtney tugged frantically at the hem of her T-shirt, trying to cover up her bare pussy in all its wetness. Tears welled in her eyes. “No, no, it wasn’t like that at all!” she pleaded. “You have to understand…”

“I have to?” Jade demanded. “Like you ‘had to’ touch yourself? You just had to make yourself come and come and come like some animal in heat!”

She strode to the bed and ripped away the covers, quickly spotting the damp patch of darkness that had been between Courtney’s legs.

“You squirted!” she cried, her face contorting into a mask of rage. “You actually squirted—not even for a boy—just for your own sick thoughts!”

She slapped Courtney, making her head rock to the side.

“I thought you were a nice girl,” Jade hissed, bringing her face inches away from Courtney’s. “The leader of the JSA! A real-live superhero! You’re supposed to have values! Decency! But here you are acting like some debauched whore!”

She slapped Courtney again, this time with the back of her hand. The blonde’s cheeks burned from both shame and the strikes she’d taken.

“Don’t hit me!” Courtney sobbed. “You haven’t got any right to hit me!”

“Shut up!” Jade ordered her, shoving her down below her on the bed. “I should do a lot more than hit you! I should rip your costume to shreds so you can never pretend to be a good, decent hero again! But then I’d be as bad as you… just letting my instincts make me do things… no, I have to use my powers the right way.”

Courtney felt her wrists grabbed. Pure power, glowing green, was binding her arms together. Courtney yelped and tried to escape, but it was futile. Jade had far more power to call upon than her and she was using all of it with an iron will.