Note from author (03/24/01) - This is my first attempt at writing a story using someone else's characters. I graciously thank Mr. X. for allowing me to use them. Although the story is authorized, Mr. X. has not officially sanctioned it. This means that the information presented doesn't replace or change anything that Mr. X has done or will do in the future. The story is rather long, so let's just get to it.

Part 1 - The Perfect Bait

"I'm very honored to be Hardcore Software's Person of the Year," said the lovely Flag Girl. Her golden blond hair glistened in the warm glow of the spotlight. She looked into the audience as a small group of excited computer programmers stared back. The heroine smiled slightly as several cameras flashed simultaneously. She playfully pulled her ponytail over her shoulder and turned to give her best profile to those taking pictures. Even after months of Americana's unyielding etiquette training, Flag Girl stubbornly held on to her playful charm and attitude.

"I must admit, I was very surprised," she nervously said, after returning to the microphone. "Ms. A. usually gets these awards and not me. But–"

"So are you hard yet?" someone from the audience loudly interrupted with a chuckle.

Everyone else laughed instantly while Flag Girl gave a mortified look on her face. For a brief moment, her eyes grew slightly larger and her jaw dropped several inches in total repulsed shock. She was not about to reveal any details regarding her current state of arousal, especially to someone who probably masturbates while sneaking peeks from his girlfriend's Victoria Secrets catalog. She pondered over the question, however, and realized the young man was only quoting Hardcore Software's recent commercials.

After a brief, yet awkward pause, the blond wonder proudly stated, "When it comes to computer programs, I love Hardcore products. I especially love Spandex. It's the like the bestest thing ever."

Oooohhh my God, thought Flag Girl. That totally wasn't the ditsiest statement ever. Brenda's like gonna have a cow when see finds out I told everyone, 'I love spandex'.

The ecstatic crowd cheered, however, understanding that she was referring to their popular operating system and not the fabric. They continued to applaud as the heroine praised them for their company's other programs. Being inexperienced at giving acceptance speeches, she didn't know how to handle the applause. Her weeks of preparation with Americana helped somewhat, but she hoped that her partner would be here to secretly guide her through the speech. Instead, she tensely rambled on without assistance for several long minutes as the audience continued to clap. She desperately looked for any sign that they were ready for her to stop. No one in the captive crowd seemed to mind though. Most of them were now too caught up in her seductive appearance to notice what she was saying. Eventually the president of Hardcore Software sat up from his table and gave the young heroine an opportunity to sit down.

"I know it's not everyday a beautiful woman praises us for our work," said the well-dressed and mild mannered Mr. Bates into a handheld microphone. He sounded very experienced at giving speeches. Certainly much better coached than Flag Girl sounded.

"But we have to continue with this ceremony. The faster we get done with formalities, the sooner it will be for Flag Girl to sign autographs. So let's begin with the presentation," continued the president. He pushed a button on a remote control in his hand. The lights dimmed and a digital projector came to life. Mr. Bates masterfully gave his presentation to the rest of the company and to the young heroine sitting at the head table. He first explained how he started Hardcore Software after leaving Pear Computers in the early 80s. He then talked about his company's mission to integrate every computer system on the globe. He also added a brief explanation about the Person of the Year Award and concluded by inviting everyone to a company mixer, located in the bar at the other end of the hotel.

With the ceremony officially concluded, dozens of programmers rushed outside of the conference hall like crazed cattle ready for feeding. Some of them clung to pictures of Ms. Americana and Flag Girl. Others carried posters or t-shirts, which they wanted autographed. The biggest geeks, however, brought Flag Girl action figures for the heroine to sign. After a few minutes, only a few top executives remained in the room with the beautiful blond heroine.

The president of the company walked toward Flag Girl and thanked her again for coming to the ceremony. As he reached for her hand, he couldn't help but notice her hard, perky breasts.

After hours inside the excessively air-conditioned room, her nipples looked as if they would burst out of her bikini top. To make matters worse, her small, yet proportioned, chest moved up and down with each breath she took. This of course caused her excited nipples to rub gently across the fabric of her costume. So they became more and more aroused with every breath she inhaled.

Although her breasts fascinated Mr. Bates, he resisted looking at them any longer, and he avoided touching them at all costs. As he turned away, the top executive said, "I'm so sorry. You must be very cold in that outfit."

Flag Girl smiled, recalling what Americana once said about their outfits. According to her mentor, the stringy uniforms were just one of many weapons they must use against closed-minded men everywhere. Flag Girl didn't quite understand exactly what Ms. A meant by that, but she wore her costume proudly, despite the occasional inconveniences. "That's okay, Mr. Bates," said the heroine as she shook the president's hand.

"Please call me Gill," requested Mr. Bates as he reached into his pocket. "Before we go to the mixer, I'd like you to meet the rest of the Executive Board," he added, motioning toward the people still sitting at the head table.

Flag Girl turned and noticed that most of the members on the board were nervous about meeting her. In fact, some were sweating tremendously despite the cold room. Flag Girl gave them a warm smile, however, and greeted each with a caring handshake. This seemed to break the nervous tension between them as the heroine continued to pour on her famous girl-next-door charm. When she finished greeting the last executive, she turned toward Gill.

She was startled when the backdoors suddenly flew open. Sensing possible danger, the heroine bravely placed herself between Mr. Bates and a strange man who abruptly entered through the doors. She readied herself as the largely built man raced toward her. Using her martial arts training, she easily flipped the shadowy figure onto the tiled floor. She then raised her foot into the air, ready to strike him with the back of her heel. But before she could land the blow, he quickly rolled out of the way.

"Stay down everyone. Like I'll handle this," said the confident heroine to the executives in the room. But she was suddenly hoisted into the air and thrown through a long table. As she struggled to her feet, a relentless barrage of fists greeted her. Flag Girl managed to parry most of the punches away, but some connected with her face and stomach. If not for the power of her belt, the attack would have surely beaten her down. Even with its power, she wasn't certain if she could hold out much longer. Thinking quickly, the super heroine rushed her attacker, knocking him off balance. She sent him crashing through the backdoors and into a large dumpster outside.

She then looked around for the executives to make sure that they were safe. She told them to leave through the front doors, but they refused to move. She then grabbed Mr. Bates by the arm and asked them to follow her out.

To her surprise, Mr. Bates reached for her mouth and nose with a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. He quickly positioned himself behind her. As they struggled, both of them fell backward, onto a table. He held the handkerchief to her face with both hands around her head and gripped her slender waist with his legs. It took all his strength just to keep Flag Girl from escaping his clutches. Even with his size and strength, he had a hard time maintaining any leverage over the pint-sized powerhouse. Fortunately for him, his handkerchief was soaked in fast acting chloroform.

The young woman tried valiantly to stop Mr. Bates, but she slowly lost consciousness. Her eyes got heavy, as the rest of her body grew limp. With her last ounce of strength, she pushed out with her arms in a feeble attempt to throw off her abductor. She tipped over a bowl of mashed potatoes in the process, however, which sent it crashing toward the floor. Before the bowl even hit the ground, the heroine collapsed into her captor's embrace. Flag Girl never looked so vulnerable in her life before.

"Take this bitch out the back," ordered Mr. Bates. His hot-tempered nature appeared to evaporate his previous mild-mannered demeanor. As he struggled to get up, he pushed the heroine onto the floor and watched her hit the ground with a thud. When he got to his feet, he kicked Flag Girl in the side of the stomach triumphantly. Mr. Bates then straightened his suit and slicked back his short black hair. He then grabbed Flag Girl by her ponytail and pushed her face into the pile of mashed potatoes beside her.

"Is this all really necessary?" asked one of the executives. The others looked nervously at her as if to warn her not to make the boss angry.

"This is just the beginning, Vivian. This cunt is bait for a much bigger fish," said Mr. Bates as he wiped the potato from his fingers. He took extreme care polishing his ring when the backdoors suddenly burst opened again. He watched as his angry bodyguard walked into the banquet hall, covered in trash.

His bodyguard quickly scanned the room, looking for the heroine that threw him outside. The broad shouldered man had a strange triangle tattooed over his entire right eye, which looked like the ring Mr. Bates wore. He continued to turn his head from side to side, systematically scanning the room. He tilted his head upward when he saw his boss motioning for him. The tall muscular man then walked toward Mr. Bates and bent forward so that his boss could speak privately with him.

"No witnesses," Gill whispered to the bodyguard. "And make sure Vivian's death is extremely painful. I've already warned that cunt never to question my actions in front of the others. I would have canned her already, if not for her father's money. And Max, make sure Flag Girl is blamed for their deaths."

Part 2 - Setting the Trap

Ms. Brenda Wade had already searched the entire mansion for her adopted protege Flag Girl. She thought that Lydia would have been home by now, because the awards ceremony ended almost five hours ago. She hoped that Lydia might have somehow returned without the butler or her noticing, but the young woman was nowhere to be found. The buxom brunette was a little nervous when she first arrived from her meeting and she found out that Flag Girl had not returned. She became extremely upset and angry when she found that Flag Girl was the prime suspect involved in the murder of several software executives.

I should have gone to the ceremony with her, thought Brenda. I should have rescheduled that meeting with the mayor and Commissioner Borden. And why didn't I think to put a homing device on her this time?

Although her closets were stocked full of expensive shirts and exotic dresses, the beautiful billionaire wore a simple button-down dress shirt and plain black panties. These items were a stark contrast to the pink bunny slippers on her feet. At first, she wore the slippers out of kindness toward Lydia, who gave them to her on her last birthday. But eventually, Brenda grew to love the soft comfortable critters on her feet. In fact, she sometimes felt naked without them.

She continued to sit in her plush Lazy-boy, patiently waiting for the phone to ring as she scanned television channels for any news of her young ward. The seductive woman elegantly folded one of her long slender legs over the other. With nervous tension, she bounced her foot up and down, causing the ears on her cute little slipper to fly in different directions. She tried to understand what might have happened, while she occasionally tapped the front of her teeth with her fingernail.

Ms. Wade was suddenly startled when her computer came to life. It loudly and hauntingly played a prerecorded WAV file stored on its hard drive. She should have never let Lydia choose the event sounds on the computer, she thought, especially for "incoming email message". Brenda couldn't image where her resourceful, yet prankish partner found Got-Gal screaming, "Oh my God, it's another dick trying to get in!"

She rushed to the computer and hit the space bar on the keyboard. She watched anxiously as the screen saver turned off and eagerly waited for the Spandex Desktop to come to life. She was extremely relieved to find that the email was from Flag Girl's secret screen name. Ms. Wade double-clicked on the message and a large video window automatically opened in the center of the computer screen. She was shocked to see her naked partner suspended in front of her on the monitor.

Flag Girl appeared semiconscious. Someone had removed her tiny outfit along with her power belt and mask. They shackled the blond crusader's wrists together and attached one end of a thin steel rope to her shackles. The other end of the rope was connected to a winch in the ceiling. The winch suspended Flag Girl several feet from the floor, which forced the heroine to support her entire weight with her arms.

Brenda's keenly trained senses noticed that Flag Girl's breasts were red and swollen from excessive groping. There was evidence of saliva around her bruised and tortured nipples. Dried semen could also be spotted along the insides of her legs and around the hairs of her nicely trimmed pussy. But the worst thing was the small lacerations scattered along Flag Girl's body. It appeared that some unknown assailant brutally whipped her several times.

Suddenly, the camera panned down as someone slowly lowered her. The tortured heroine's feet barely touched the ground when the winch stopped.

Just then, a well-dressed man stepped in front of the camera, and said, "Hello, Ms. Americana. You probably already know me, but I'm Gill Bates. I am the owner of Hardcore Software and I'm also the richest man in the world. Now you're probably wondering how we gained access to your secret computer network. Well, I'll just say your partner held out a lot longer than I had expected, but–"

You pig, thought the angry brunette as she tried to trace the message's origin. But she found that the keyboard had mysteriously locked up on her. She was powerless to do anything to help her poor friend. So she shamefully looked back at the video still playing before her.

"...taken many pictures of her ordeal. We will release those pictures, and the recorded video, unless you bring us the schematics of Pear Computer's newest Internet-ready machine. We also want you to steal the source code for their operating system and bring it to us. Oh, and one other thing, you must be caught in the act of stealing it," said the man on the monitor. He paused briefly and lifted up Flag Girl's head. He made sure that Americana could see the thin trails of dried cum down the sides of the tormented captive's mouth and neck.

Like a detective, Brenda studied the video carefully and looked for any clues that might tell her where they were. With great frustration, she unsuccessful surveyed the background and the foreground of the visual message. The only thing that drew her attention was the strange ring on Mr. Bates's finger. She remembered seeing its engraved symbol before. The symbol was an eye inside of a pyramid, like the one on the back of an American dollar bill. She remembered seeing that same symbol somewhere else, but she couldn't remember where or when.

Was it something that Lady Midnight had shown her? Or maybe it was Esha, she thought. What was it though?

"Bring everything to Warehouse B12, near Pier 17, by midnight tonight. Don't attempt anything out of the ordinary, or we will be forced to broadcast your partner's death as well. And don't attempt to make a copy of this message for the police. Even as I speak, a worm inside your computer network is already destroying this message, and most of the files on your hard drives. Remember Ms. Americana. You have till midnight tonight."

Mr. Bates smiled and grabbed the back of Flag Girl 's head. He pressed her lips to his own, and forcefully kissed Flag Girl as she futilely attempted to resist his embrace. After a few seconds, which seemed like hours to Ms. Americana, he removed himself from the heroine's quivering lips. He then pulled a sticker from his pocket and placed it over her luscious kisser.

The sticker read, "Only use Hardcore Products with this input device."

Brenda Wade stared in horror as Mr. Bates moved behind the bound Flag Girl. She watched him quickly pull down his pants and deeply thrust himself into her defenseless ward. Ms. Wade placed her hand over her mouth, trying to keep from crying out loud. The brunette glared angrily at the image as it froze on the screen. She was forced to look into Flag Girl's fearful eyes, which showed what the young woman's taped up mouth could not say. Brenda felt the humiliating image burn itself into her enraged soul. Then the screen went completely dead as the computer suddenly stopped functioning.

"Shall I assume it will be another long night for Ms. Americana?" asked her butler James. He carried a tray of freshly brewed tea into the room. He saw Brenda wiping the tears from her eyes, and turned away quickly, pretending to examine dust on one of the bookcases.

"How can I possibly violate Americana's Code of Honor, even to save Lydia?" asked Brenda. She crossed her arms and looked up at her trusted friend. Tears continued to flow slowly down her smooth face. James was the only man, with the possible exception of her father, she ever trusted completely. Most of the men in her life never treated her fairly enough. She was always just a pretty woman with a lot of money. And then there were those who wanted her because she was the great Ms. Americana. Either way, she never got the love or respect that she got from James or her deceased father.

"Is Miss Wills in trouble again?" asked the butler with great concern. Lydia had become somewhat like a granddaughter to him now.

"Pretty bad this time. And if I didn't do what Mr. Bates says, he said he would release some very bad photos of Flag Girl. Possibly even reveal her identity to the world. And if I try to stop him, he's going to kill Lydia in front of billions of computer users."

"Oh my! But you must have a plan."

"I'm starting to formulate one, but I can't really figure out what Mr. Bates's motivation is. He really doesn't need Pear Computer's research or its operating system. So why does he want me to steal it? And then there's that ring. Just the way he kept rubbing it. I know it must have something to do with this. It looked like an ordinary ring, but it has this strange symbol on it–an eye inside of a triangle. I remember seeing before, but I can't remember where."

James set his tray down next to Brenda and carefully poured her a steaming cup of Earl Grey Tea with a small amount of milk. He then turned on the light next to her and closed the shades. "I remember your father having a ring like that once. He wouldn't say where he got it, but claimed it belong to some organization called the Illuminati."

"Illuminati? Do me a favor, James. Restore all the computers in the mansion, from this morning's backup, and get me all the information you can find about this organization." requested Ms. Wade. She got up from the chair and walked to the large grandfather clock on the far wall. She turned the hands on its face like a combination lock. Suddenly the entire wooden clock moved to one side, revealing a set of stairs leading down.

James watched Brenda start down the stairs. He was about to say something when she suddenly turned and interrupted him.

"And hurry. We don't have much time. I have to leave right away, so call me on the car radio when you get the information," she said. She was about to leave again when her butler spoke up.

"But Madam, shouldn't you grab your outfit first? I'm assuming you would prefer to go as Ms. Americana," he said calmly. He was at the top of the stairs looking down at Brenda. He smiled slightly when the perplexed brunette glanced down and saw cute little bunnies staring back at her blankly.

"Actually, I was going to try this new outfit. You know, just in case Lydia's identity gets revealed and we can't use Americana and Flag Girl anymore," she said sarcastically. She ran up the stairs, gave her butler a hug, and quickly ran into the other room to grab her real costume. Within moments, she returned and raced down the stairs again. "What would I do without you?" she shouted as James closed the secret entrance behind her.

Part 3 - Smoke and Mirrors

Mr. Bates angrily and reluctantly removed his fingers from Flag Girl's wet pussy after his pager beeped for the sixth time. He read the message on his pager once more, and carefully opened the laptop next to him. He activated the video conferencing program and watched his head programmer appear on the small screen in front of him.

"Damn it, Xavier! What do you want?" shouted Mr. Bates as he perversely licked cum from his fingers. "Can't you see, I'm still busy with Flag Girl?"

"I'm sorry, sir. I've been trying to get a hold of you for the last hour. The worm reported that Ms. Americana finished viewing our email message," said the programmer. He could see his boss inside the dimly lit interior of the company's limousine.

"Well did we get the data then?"

"Yes sir," replied the programmer.

"She better not suspect anything was transferred, or I'm going to personally make sure your next job will be selling software to Eskimos in Alaska."

"She'll never know that we made a copy of all her files before deleting them."

"So what did we find out?"

"Like you said, her computers had the security bypass codes for every building in both Delta City and Central City."

"Yes!" cheered Mr. Bates. "It took almost two years to convinced those jackasses at City Hall to give Ms. Americana complete access to their cities. And I don't remember how long it took just to convince them that no one could ever compromise her access."

Holy shit, thought Mr. Xavier as he ran into several interesting files. Supermodel Barbara Cummings is Esha, and the commissioner's own daughter is Nightraven. The programmer grinned evilly and said out loud, "Now what's this? Looks like information about some of those other women that have been giving the Institute trouble. Nothing on Ms. Americana though."

"We don't need any more information on Americana. We've been finding out all about her from Flag Girl. Unfortunately, we needed to administer multiple doses of the mind-control serum to break her will. Remind me never to trust those fuckers at the Institute. All the time we spend trying to break her down was a total waste, because we fuckin' found out she loses her powers after losing her free will. You know, maybe I should have taken your advice and used the Bitch-tamer instead. Anyway, save those files for me, and make sure no one else sees them, especially those jerks at the Institute. The Institute owes me now. Besides, I'm betting the super sluts on those files would do just about anything to keep their secrets safe from the Institute," laughed Mr. Bates. "With those damn files, I won't need to use any of that cheap-ass drug on them. Hey Xavier, maybe if you're lucky, I'll let you videotape me fucking each of them like I did Flag Girl."

Xavier looked at Mr. Bates and simply smiled. He thought, Why the fuck did you reveal yourself to Americana. It would have been a lot easier and safer just to conceal your identity from her. Now she'll be completely furious about her partner's rape, you asshole. I'll never understand your egocentric displays of power. What is your goddamn fascination with fucking powerful women anyway? And why would you dare deflower someone as innocent as my Flag Girl?

"What will happen to Flag Girl after we capture Ms. Americana?" said Xavier with a hint of concern.

"It's a shame to let this fine piece of ass go to waste, but I did promised her to you, Xavier. I'm sure she'll make an excellent companion for you on those lonelier nights. Call it a reward for loyal service. Hell, you should thank me. It's the only way you'll ever get pussy like this," laughed Mr. Bates.

Mr. Xavier hated when his boss belittled him like that. He tried to ignore the criticism, but this last week had been especially hard. The programmer looked away for a moment and then said with a smile, "I have more good news for you. According to CNN, a security guard at the Pear Computer's research lab is claiming to have security footage of Ms. Americana stealing top secret material. The report also says that authorities suspect that the theft is related to Flag Girl's alleged murder of Hardcore's top executives, including your murder apparently. Looks like your plan is working perfectly, sir."

"Of course it is. Now Americana won't be able to go to the police, and the police will be distracted trying to find her. No one will suspect that I used Americana's bypass codes to get into the vault, because that bitch will get blamed for that too. So how is Phase 3 coming along? Are we through yet?"

"Not yet sir. The drill team expects to break into the subbasement in about an hour."

"Fuck! This is going to be close. Call the Institute, and make sure that their team delays Ms. Americana long enough for me to arrive. I want to see the look on her face when we capture her. I will be there shortly, so no fuck-ups this time."

 Part 4 - Too hard to swallow

"Madam, I've found the information you requested," said James. He appeared on a small monitor in the sleek dashboard of Ms. Americana's car.

The heroine sped across town in her new modified sports car, which Flag Girl jokingly called the Ameri-cruiser. The state-of-the-art vehicle contain all the latest crimefighting gear, as well as some exotic features, such as perfect camouflage, lightweight bulletproof armor, and a jet-powered turbine engine. Although the police were searching for her, she knew they would not be able to find her in the car's invisible stealth mode.

"Great, what have you found out?" asked Americana.

"A lot of conflicting information unfortunately. References to the organization date as far back as the before the death of Christ. But apparently a man by the name of Adam Weishaupt started the most recent incarnation of the Illuminati. He was born in 1748 in Ingolstadt on the Bavarian Danube. He was a brilliant man in politics, history, and philosophy. At age 25, he headed a university after Pope Clement XIV annulled the Jesuit order there. Using his power and influence, he formed a group called the Perfectibilist, but soon renamed them the Enlightened (or Illuminati). The organization believes that the ends always justify the means, but only the twelve highest ranked members seemed to know what that end was. According to this, the Illuminati disbanded when a later Pope banned all secret societies. He felted that the Illuminati conspired to overthrow the entire religion, and retaliated. Some believe that the Freemasons are what remain of the Illuminati. Others claim, however, that the society never disbanded fully and is slowly recruiting new members today."

"So Mr. Bates is trying to join the Illuminati," pondered Ms. Americana as she parked the car.

"If so, he should find it extremely difficult. Initiation is supposed to be nearly impossible, unless you possess a great deal of influence. And recruiting outside the organization is unheard of."

"Thanks James. See if you can bring up anything on just the symbol. Maybe it has some other meanings. Keep me informed, if you find anything else," she said while exiting the vehicle. The heroine watched the car use a series of advance holographic projectors to blend seamlessly into the background. She then ran toward several nearby warehouses.

Ms. Americana approached the pier with caution. She placed her well-trained senses on overdrive, hoping to detect any potential traps ahead. She found the warehouse district unusually quiet. No one appeared to be running the pallet movers or cranes tonight. And the parked barges and ships along the docks, which usually were as active as anthills, remained silent and dark. Even the homeless men, who frequented the nearby fire barrels, were strangely absent this evening.

After I beat the crap out of these guys, thought Americana, Flag Girl and I can go to the police commissioner and explain everything to him. No, we should go to the doctor first. Flag Girl may need medical attention. God, I hope she's not pregnant? Damn it, why can't there be more villains like the ones on those campy television shows. For once, I'd love a villain to just tie me up. No sex, no stripping, just bondage. Wait a minute. What am I saying?

Hundreds of thoughts raced through Americana's head as she cautiously walked past the buildings and storage silos of Delta City's warehouse district. At the same time, her keen mind worked out possible ambush points where the villains could be hiding. With her skillful sense of hearing, she could make out a dozen people approaching her quickly from ahead. She could distinctly detect the wheels of their inline skates against the smooth concrete floor of the pier.

And so it begins, Ms. Americana said to herself as she prepared for the inevitable attack.

Several men and women quickly skated past Americana as they surrounded the heroine. They all wore black sweaters with matching baggy white parachute pants. They also wore sleek inline skates and carried strange looking guns with some kind of launcher attached.

Great, I'm being attached by militant MC Hammer fans, said Ms. Americana jokingly to herself. I can't get overconfident though. Not like when Kitty Kat kidnapped Ambrosia. Why does Commissioner Borden still give me flack about that?

"Stop right there," said a woman, who apparently was in charge of the group. She was a tall unattractive female wearing wire-rimmed glasses and a radio receiver that was built into her tiny headset. "Where's the information you were suppose to bring?" she asked.

"Where's Flag Girl?" demanded Ms. Americana. She placed her hands to her waist and posed dramatically.

"I was told that she would be delivered when we got the information."

"I've hidden it someplace safe, I'm not going to tell you where, until I see Flag Girl," said the defiant heroine.

"Have it your way. Take her boys!" shouted the woman as several of the men fired large paint balls from their guns. The squad's leader watched Americana gracefully flip into the air to avoid the white balls. She was amazed at the heroine's agility.

What the hell are those things? They're making some kind of hard sticky substance when they break. It's like that secretion created by the Institute's alien sex worm. Could the Institute be behind this somehow? And what is their connection to the Illuminati? Whatever it is, it's time to show these thugs who they're messing with, thought Americana.

She grabbed one of the men by the back of his collar and threw him several feet into the air. She then tossed another man at someone who was about the fire a gun at her. The heroine performed a series of nearly impossible back flips that dazzled most of her attackers. To Americana's surprise, however, it didn't take them long to compensate for her athletic prowess.

These guys are better than I thought. It's like they know what I going to do next, thought the heroine. She leapfrogged over one of the man, but was quickly jumped by another. The heroine struggled with the man as he grabbed for her bikini top from behind. Americana was mortified when one of her boobs popped loose in the scuffle.

"How dare you," complained Ms. Americana as the man sneaked in a quick grope. She then felt him reaching for her power belt and laughed to herself as he futilely struggling to strip the golden girdle from her. The heroine calmly reached back with her foot between his legs and gently, yet painfully, tapped him in the balls. He dropped to the ground, holding his nuts gingerly as she effortlessly picked him up with one arm.

"Don't even think about taking my belt off, Mister," she said. "It's a lot tougher to get off then you think."

"Maybe I can take it off," said a large shadowy figure standing next to some crates. He watched Americana toss the other man into the water over a dozen yards away. The figure stepped into the light and smiled. He then ran toward the buxom heroine with incredible speed.

"Who are you?" questioned Ms. Americana as she narrowly sidestepped the racing locomotive. She noticed the strange tattoo over his eye. Is he part of the Illuminati?

"They call me Max."

"Well Max, it's nice to have met you, but I'm sorry you had to leave so soon," said Americana as she gave him a wicked uppercut. Her blow sent him flying into several crates along the warehouse wall. She was shocked, however, when the man lifted himself out of the pile of debris as if nothing happened. She then noticed several skaters approaching her again from behind.

Americana flipped backwards as several white balls whizzed past her once more. She stopped just to the side of one of the skaters, and cleverly placed her foot out right in front of the man. Americana sent him crashing to the ground as she quickly picked up his fallen gun. She fired it at nearby skaters, trapping them in a cocoon of sticky goo. She then targeted the approaching Max, but he was too fast even for her quick reflexes. It did not take long for him to be face to face with her once more. With the gun completely emptied of ammo, she was forced to use it like a club to the side of Max's head.

"You're a pretty tough broad," said Max as he began to swing his fists at her. He knocked the gun from her hands, and continued to swing faster and faster as she dodged and parried his attacks away. Eventually, she could not keep up with his speed and was forced to take his blows. Fortunately, his lightening fast fists only glanced off Ms. Americana's invisible force shield. Sensing the futility of his assault, he paused briefly.

As if someone were giving him a set of instructions, he nodded several times, and then looked directly at Ms. Americana with a smile. He slowly shouldered himself through the heroine's protective barrier and started running. Both of them crashed into a thin lamppost nearby. Their momentum caused the post to snap at its base. He quickly grabbed one end of the fallen metal shaft, and like a baseball bat, he smacked Americana through the aluminum wall of nearby storage silo. He then waited for the heroine's possible emergence as liquid spilled out of the side of the container.

"Two can play this game," said Americana as she leaped out of hole in the side of the silo. Her shield apparently absorbed most of the kinetic energy from Max's previous attack. The rest must have been transferred into the silo when she went through, because she appeared unharmed by his previous blow. The heroine jumped into the air and kicked the top of the small lamppost next to her. When she landed, she jumped up again and struck the same post. This time, she did a midair roundhouse kick to its base, causing the entire post to fall to the ground. With skillful style, she used her foot to kick the metal staff back into the air. The beautiful heroine then somersaulted forward and grabbed the rod before it hit the ground. When she landed on her feet again, she began to spin the lamppost around her body like a martial arts champion.

Max didn't appear intimidated by Ms. Americana's ability though. He continued to move forward after dropping his lamppost. He did not even attempt to dodge her blows. Smack after bone crushing smack struck him, but he continued relentlessly. He eventually grabbed hold of her makeshift staff and squeezed it in his hand. He then ripped the post out of the heroine's hands as he threw it to the side.

Americana quickly spun around close to the ground and swept Max's feet from under him, sending him crashing backwards. She watched as he used his arms to flip himself upright like a wrestler would. Not wasting any time, the powerful heroine grabbed the metal post from the ground near her, and struck him full force before he could parry the blow away. Her tremendous strike caused the end to break completely off. Then the heroine realized why the guy was so strong and so fast. She looked up at his face, which was now a mess of jumbled electrically wires and servos. It's a cyborg!

"Long live the Illuminati," said the cyborg as he grabbed a hold of the heroine around her waist. He at least confirmed Ms. Americana's suspicions regarding the organization's involvement. Unfortunately, that affirmation did not help her current predicament. The machine began to crush the slender heroine, belly to belly, with his powerful robotic arms. He continued to squeeze, forcing her to drop the remaining part of the lamppost as air was literally pushed out her lungs. He then felt several powerful blows to his face as the brunette struck him with her forehead. He realized that he would not be able to survive many more of these impacts. He paused briefly again, nodded several times, and released his grip around the heroine. He quickly grabbed a hold of the golden belt around her waist, however, and started to pull. A normal man could never have the strength to remove Americana's power belt without her consent. But with one powerful tug, he easily stripped it from her waist.

"My belt!" shouted Ms. Americana in fearful disbelief.

The cyborg dropped her belt to the ground and grabbed the heroine around the waist again. He slowly squeezed the air from her once more. It was apparent to the heroine that his goal was not to kill her, but to cause her to faint.

Ms. Americana thought about the horrors Mr. Bates would subjected her to if his mechanical monster succeeded in subduing her. She desperately struck him with her fists. But without her belt, her blows were useless now. Out of sheer desperation, she grabbed the exposed wires on Max's face and squeezed them. She then dug her nails deeply into his facial cavity as he began to twitch severely. Each spasm caused the cyborg to squeeze incredibly hard. This was painful for the heroine, but she endured it as she continued to dig into the robot's circuits. Suddenly she felt him let go as he powered down.

She got up slowly and looked around for her golden belt. She was quickly surrounded by a new group of skaters, however, as she tried to regain her strength and composure. Ms. Americana saw that one of the skaters had already picked up her belt and was in the process of handing it to Mr. Bates, who stepped out of a nearby limousine.

"I'm impressed with your abilities. Even with Flag Girl's assistance; you managed to best the Institute's team and you've defeated my cyborg. But you might as well give up now, Americana. There is no shame in admitting that I've won. From what I've learned from your partner, you are completely powerless without this belt," said the man flauntingly holding up her power belt.

"I may be powerless, Mr. Bates, but I'm not helpless," declared Ms. Americana. She kicked one of skaters in the mouth with a high spinning kick, which knocked him into a woman standing beside him. The heroine watched as both tumbled to the ground. Several men attempted to subdue her, but she gracefully dodged them. She then flipped over the men and landed on top of Mr. Bates. She furiously punched him several times across the face and then grabbed his testicles.

"Tell me where Flag Girl is," she demanded. "And tell your goons to back off, or I'm going make sure you never want to have sex again."

But then someone connected with a powerful blow to Americana's head, which sent her crashing to the ground next to Mr. Bates. Ms. Americana felt another kick to her chest as she tumbled into a nearby stone wall. Before she could react, a small pair of hands picked her up and pinned her to the wall. The brunette was mortified to see that the hands belonged to Flag Girl.

"What are you doing, Flag Girl?" she shouted. Instinctively, she knocked her partner's hands away and pushed her to the ground. Two men quickly pushed Ms. Americana back against the wall as Flag Girl got up. The brunette watched in horror as her former partner moved to the side of Mr. Bates without emotion. Ms. Americana worried about her friend, and was also greatly relieved that Mr. Bates allowed her partner to wear in her outfit. She didn't want the Institute's thugs to learn her partner's identity or get any ideas about raping her ward.

"It's a shame that my mind-control serum temporarily takes away her super strength. I would have loved to see your partner kick your ass."

"Leave Flag Girl out of this. It's me you want, right? So let her go."

"Unfortunately, there's this problem. You seemed to have destroyed my bodyguard, and now I need a temporary replacement. And it appears that your young partner here was more than eager to fill that opening. Almost as eager as I am in filling this opening," said the vile man as he walked up to Ms. Americana and grabbed her crotch. He pushed the outfit's tiny crotch strap to one side and fingered the heroine slowly.

"Is that what this is all about then? You want to capture me, just to fuck me? Villains like you are all the same. Power hungry men who are so insecure with their dicks, that they have to fuck beautiful women like Flag Girl and me to prove their self worth," said Ms. Americana. She could feel his fingers tickling her labia majora as he slowly explored the pleasures of her outer vulva.

"Don't flatter yourself, you slut. I could care less about fucking you. Super bitches like you are just fuck toys for common street thuds or occasional madmen. I'm the richest man in the world and deserve a better class of woman, someone rich and powerful. I can have anyone like you at anytime. No, this is something much bigger than you can possibly imagine. Fucking you is a just fringe benefit," said Mr. Bates. He undid his pants while Flag Girl slowly undressed Americana in front of the others.

"You'll never have me, Mr. Bates! You or the Illuminati!" shouted Americana as the men on either side of her pushed her to the ground. They secured her arms behind her back. They then grabbed her ankles and tied them to her wrists. She looked like a roped calf at a rodeo. Fortunately, the nimble heroine was flexible enough to tolerate this awkwardly painful position. She struggled, however, as both men gently hoisted her up into the air and lowered her onto Mr. Bates's throbbing erection. She grunted as the two men began to move her up and down along the length of Mr. Bates's penis. She was surprised to find that his prepuce had not been circumcised.

"So you did your homework. You know about the Illuminati then. Well you certainly continue to impress me, Americana. But as you can see, I can still have anything I want, anytime I want," he said snidely.

"Men like you can never have a woman's love. Y..you have to b..b..buy love, or even worse, f..f..force it on someone. You're...ah... ah...just pathetic. Ah ah ahh! Stop it!" cried Americana.

"You're wrong, Americana. When I'm through with you, you will be my willing slave. You'll see the light. And I have something very special for you to make sure of it."

"Ahh....Ahhh...you can take my body, b...b...but you will n...n...never will break my s...s...spirit, Mr. Bates," moaned the defiant heroine. She felt a powerful climax burning inside her as she struggled with her bounds. She looked at Flag Girl, who blankly stared back at her. Lydia's glassy eyes were like the ones on those bunny slippers, thought Americana. And then she cried out in sexual torment. Her mind flooded with euphoric bliss as the unstoppable orgasm rippled through her bound body. She came heavily over Mr. Bates, who grabbed her hips and forced himself deeper into her flowing pussy.

"That's it, you whore. Keep cumming. I didn't tell you to stop," he shouted. When she was completely expended, he ordered his men to remove her, and watched as they casually discarded her to the side. Mr. Bates stood straight up and then spread out his legs for balance. "Now look at the big mess you made. I want you to clean it up."

"What?" exclaimed the heroine.

"I order you to lick this cum off my dick."

"Never! I have still my dignity."

"Flag Girl, come here and lick your partner's cum of off my dick. Americana is too prissy, oh, I mean too dignified to do it," he laughed. He stared at Ms. Americana as her partner seductively swallowed Mr. Bates's cock. She slowly moved his cold hard shaft between her warm red lips.

"No. Don't do this, Flag Girl."

"She can't hear you, Americana. She only hears my commands. Now make me cum, Flag Girl, with your mouth," ordered Mr. Bates. He grinned evilly. "Damn, she's a pro at this. But I'll let you trade place with her, if you think you can do better," he laughed as he pushed Flag Girl away. He ordered his men to move Americana closer.

Ms. Americana shamefully and silently placed her lips around Mr. Bates's dick. She felt the tip of his manhood reach the back of her mouth and felt all the veins on his penis throb inside her mouth. Over the years, the heroine slowly gained experience at giving these during her many previous captures, but she had never done this before with both her arms and legs tied together. She found it extremely demeaning and difficult to give someone oral stimulation with the person, who was suppose to be holding her upright, groping her tits.

"Don't even think about biting. If I feel even a nibble, I will order my men to shoot Flag Girl on the spot. No better yet, I'll have Flag Girl shoot herself," said the executive as the beautiful heroine continued to blow him. He ordered one of his men to surrender his gun to Flag Girl, who slowly placed it to her head, waiting for Mr. Bates's potential order.

"What do you want with us?" asked the heroine as she paused to give her lips a chance to moisten up.

"I'm just businessman, who wants to expand his horizons. To do this, I have to show a few people I'm worthy enough to join their organization. Well, capturing the both of you, fooling the local governments, and controlling the entire Internet was all they asked for. But maybe we can make a deal instead?"

"What do you mean?" questioned Ms. Americana.

"I was thinking something along the lines of if you making me cum and–"

"Never!"

"Now hear me out. Make me cum, and I'll let you go. Sounds fair, right? What's the matter? Afraid you can't do it."

"You must think I'm really stupid, if you actually think I believe you'd let us go. Untie me and we'll negotiate. I guarantee I could do this better without my limps bound," said Ms. Americana, confident that she could get this geek off either way. But she knew that she bettered her chances of escape without her limps tied together.

"Okay, we will untie you, but no funny business, or Flag Girl is dead," said the executive. He ordered Americana's release. He was surprised at her negotiating tact. Perhaps he truly underestimated her talent after all.

"Okay, when I make you cum, and you promise never to order Flag Girl to perform sexual acts for you and promise that you won't use her to force me to do the same," said the heroine. She knew that without these stipulations, he would be able to force both of them to do any number of unspeakable acts until they eventually escaped.

"We have a deal," said Bates with an evil grin. He told her to finish what she started.

She began to play with his balls with her long slender fingers and again took his manhood into her mouth. She playfully pushed herself up and down is penis. And with her nimble fingers, she gently rubbed his testicles as he moaned. She then removed her mouth from his cock, slowly pushed his foreskin down, and kissed the tip of his penis. With her tongue, she slowly licked around his erection. She could taste his fluids mixed with her own as she again engulfed his average-sized dick.

"There's nothing more symbolic of a man's total victory over his opponent, than to have his enemy suck his dick after battle," announced Mr. Bates proudly to crowd of laughing spectators. He could feel himself getting closer to climax with each thrust she made. At this point, he himself wasn't sure if she was actually causing his organism or if it was the power trip he was getting from having her suck his manhood.

Just then, he cried out as his warm sperm shot out into Ms. Americana's mouth. He ordered her to swallow it all, as he motioned Flag Girl over. He took the gun from the blond captive and placed the pistol to Americana's head when brunette started to spit. With the gun to her head, he again ordered her to swallow his cum. He took great pleasure from her obedience.

"You did very well, Americana. Maybe I'll let you watch as Flag Girl rewards the men and women, who assisted in your capture."

"But we had a deal."

"Hey, I'm not going to make you do anything more, and I'm also not going to tell her to do anything for them, as we agreed. But I can't control the others, because technically, they work for the Institute, and not me. After they're done with her, the both of you can help test out some new toys of mine," said Mr. Bates as he struck the heroine in the head with the gun, knocking her unconscious. He had some of the men carry Americana to his limo as the others started with Flag Girl. He was surprised at how compliant the young blond was to the others' advances. As the Institute's men and women pleasured themselves with Flag Girl, Mr. Bates indulged himself with the ravishing Ms. Americana in the privacy of his limo.

Part 5 - Boys in the Hood

"Good. You're finally awake, Americana. I want to introduce you to my head programmer Mr. Xavier," said Mr. Bates.

Groggily, Ms. Americana opened her eyes and saw Flag Girl next to her. The heroine noticed her partner bound to a large gyro contraption. She also noted that her partner now wore a skintight latex suit that covered her body like a wetsuit. Americana wore a similar outfit and was attached to a similar machine.

"Ms. A, like where are we?" asked her blond companion. The effects of the mind-controlling serum apparently wore off as Flag Girl now looked curiously around the inside of the nearly empty warehouse. Two men stood in front her behind a series of computer monitors in the center of the room. One of the men was Mr. Bates.

"You are in my assistant's private testing lab," answered Mr. Bates. "I'm happy to announce that both of you will be the first to try out our latest game console. We call it the Sex-box. It is the first gaming console devoted strictly for adults. We already have 1000 pre-orders for the machine just from the casino hotels alone."

"You're a pig, Mr. Bates." cited Ms. Americana. She struggled to free herself, but failed. "You feed off the scum of society. Where is your humanity?"

"Humanity, civility, blah! I traded them in for a mansion on the West Coast. Xavier, explain to this whore how the Sex-box works, and maybe she'll understand that I'm actually performing a public service," said Mr. Bates.

"Well, the suits you are wearing have microscopic sensors that measure your various body functions. It looks at things like your heart rate, hormone levels, and brain activity. From that information, the console can tell what state of excitement you are in, and it adjusts the game play accordingly. The suit also has various air bladders which expand, contract, and change temperature to simulate touch," explained the head programmer. He pressed several keys on a keyboard and Americana felt a cold hand running down the side of her waist.

Xavier then held up a large lubricated dildo with a wire coming out of one end. He walked over to Flag Girl and inserted it slowly into a small slit in front of her suit. The opening was position right over her crotch, which completely gave the dildo access to her still tender vagina. "We call these controllers Joysticks. I really hope this doesn't hurt you. I tried to make them as comfortable as possible. They were specially designed for female users. Men of course have their own version of the controller. "

"We will market them separately with different options and price tags, of course," interrupted Mr. Bates. "If fact, I have one of the dual pack controllers just for you, Americana."

Mr. Bates inserted a lubricated dildo into Americana's defenseless pussy and another in her tight anus. He plugged the wire from one joystick to a small port in end of the other. He then inserted wire from that dildo to a port built into the suit. "These things vibrate when ever the game sends them a signal. It's the rage nowadays. Oh, and if the game calls for it, we have special oral controls that insert themselves. I'm sure you will love it."

"Why are you doing this?" cried Ms. Americana and Flag Girl in unison.

"Because I need you to power these little babies," said Mr. Bates as he produced two small bondage collars. "We're designing these for the Institute. They call them Bitch-tamers. At this point, they're untested, and I was reluctant to use them on you cunts. But I really have no choice, since the mind-control serum apparently renders you useless and time is running out for my initiation."

Mr. Bates fastened a collar around Americana's neck and handed the other the Mr. Xavier. He watched as Xavier gently placed the collar around Flag Girl's neck, and wondered why his worker took special care to make the device comfortable for her.

"The Institute exchanged technology with us in order to design them. They will be used to deal with unwanted pests like you. You see, there's a small generator inside each collar that slowly breaks down your neuro-pathways. This leaves its victims totally susceptible to commands. Unfortunately there is a sight chance that you will become a total vegetable though. Anyway, your mind becomes a rewritable CD, where implanted commands engrain themselves into our brain's pathways until they are rewritten again. Now you're probably wondering what that means for you. Well it means that both of you will be my willing servants if you survive the process. And this will mean that you will be my slaves, while still retaining your powers. Which, in turn, makes you infinitely more useful to me and the Illuminati."

"You fiend!" exclaimed Ms. Americana. "You won't get away with this. We will fight you every step of the way. We will never call you Master."

"I'm counting on that, because the generators take up a lot of energy to perform their tasks. You fucking super heroines have such a tremendous amount of willpower to suppress. Finding a suitable power source is nearly impossible. Fortunately, the researchers at the Institute discovered a way to harness your very own sexual energy. All we need to do is get you whores knocked up, and the collars will do the rest. Fighting the process will only help us," said Mr. Bates as he placed a virtual reality visor on Americana.

"I don't understand," said the heroine. She could see a virtual landscape appear before her. The landscape was nearly perfect except for a slight color distortion in the horizon.

"Well the more your fight the collars, the more sexually aroused you will become. And the more aroused you are, the more power the device robs from you. It will become a vicious cycle until you've built up enough charge for the collars. Once the collars activate, the brainwashing will begin. And that's where Sex-box comes in. We've designed a special game that will rape you in virtual reality, while I'm free to rob Delta City and Central City, using your own access codes. It's a shame that I would be around to personally break you, and I hope you don't mind that some of my girls borrowed your outfits. I really hoped to use the both of you in the final phase of my plan, but that doesn't look like it will happen. I'll leave your power belts with Xavier, however, so that he can fully restore your powers before you join me later, when I present you to the Illuminati."

Americana turned her head around in the virtual world created by the game. She could see a stylized version of Mr. Bates standing in front of her. She could also see Flag Girl next to her wearing a long red cape and a hood and noticed that both of them were carrying baskets with them.

"I apologize for Mr. Xavier's twisted sense of humor. He created this game and called it Riding Hood for obvious reasons. In this game, the both of you play Little Red Riding Hood. You will be chased all over town and the surrounding woods by the various wolves, actually werewolves. The only way to win is to get to Grandmother's house before the wolves get you. And if they capture you before that, they will fuck you until you climax. And if you climax, you lose the game because the Bitch-tamers will be fully powered then."

"Fuck you!" shouted Ms. Americana as several figures began to materialize in front of them.

"You better hurry." He watched as Americana grabbed Flag Girl's arm and dashed into the town. He laughed as he slowly faded away.

"Are you okay?" asked Americana to Flag Girl as they ducked into an old building. She compassionately gave her partner a tight hug. The heroine was proud that her ward remained strong through her recent ordeal. "Let me look at your wounds. Are you sure you're okay?" asked the brunette again. She couldn't find any wounds on her confused partner, but then realized that the virtual avatar of Flag Girl probably wouldn't show any scars.

"Like I think I'm okay. But I'm total sorry about hitting you before at the pier."

"Don't worry about it. You weren't yourself. We should figure out how to get to Grandmother's house. Those werewolves will probably find us soon, if we don't keep moving."

"Too late!" howled a werewolf as he and six other wolves crashed through the wall of the building. "We've got you now, Red!"

Instinctively, Ms Americana and Flag Girl punched the approaching attackers. Both of them watched as their fists harmlessly went through the heads of the werewolves.

"Like what's happening, Ms. A?" asked Flag Girl. She tried kicking a werewolf next to her, but her kick passed harmlessly through it.

"Try using the baskets," said Americana as she spun it around and hit one of the attackers squarely in the chest. The wolf flew several feet backward and landed on a table.

"Help!" cried Flag Girl as several werewolves pounced on her before she could attack them.

Americana rushed to her partner's aid, and was about to strike one of the attackers, when a wolf snapped at her arm. Americana tried to dodge, but the werewolf viciously bit into her. For some reason, she couldn't feel the bite. She was shocked that the basket fell from her hand, however, and was angered when the weapon disappeared after hitting the ground.

"No fair! They can touch us, but we can't touch them!" shouted the heroine. She watched them ripped Flag Girl's clothes, cape, and hood apart as the heroine futilely tried to rip the attackers off her partner. On occasion, she dodged several leaping wolves as they tried to pounce on her.

But then several of the werewolves decided to gang up on Americana. They grabbed her arms and legs at the same time, and forced her to the ground, kicking and screaming. A third wolf stripped her of her Riding Hood outfit. He then forced her on top of him while he inserted his penis into her wet pussy. Meanwhile, in the real world, the joystick in her crotch began to vibrate.

Another wolf penetrated her rear as he held her legs up like a wheel barrel. He angrily tugged on the heroine as he struggled with other wolf under her. Both of the computerized werewolves argued who would get to have a piece of her, while the remaining wolf held on to her wrists, waiting for his turn. The two furry rapists decided to coordinate their efforts as the wolf in her rear lowered her down onto the one below her. He then reinserted himself into her anus, as the both of them fucked her like a heroine sandwich.

Then there were several flashes of light followed by several loud bangs. And suddenly the wolves disappeared.

"I can't let Mr. Bates do this to you," said a poorly computerized rendering of Mr. Xavier. "I've come to help you out of here."

"Then end this game?" asked Americana as she helped her partner up.

"Not once it started. You exit by either losing the game or winning it."

"Then we have to win. Let's get to the house then," said the heroine.

"I now the safe route to the house, but unfortunately, Mr. Bates didn't tell you that when you get to Grandma's house, you have to beat the Big Bad Wolf himself. He will try to attack you and rape you like the others. Normally, if he climaxes before you do, you win, and if he outlasts you, you lose. But in your particular situation, beating him would require too much sexual energy though. Enough to activate the collars. So either way, you would have been screwed, so to speak," explained the programmer.

"So what do you suggest we do then?" asked Ms. Americana. She eyed Xavier suspiciously.

"Well, let him win, it will take the least amount of time. But don't worry. I've removed the collars from you already, so you won't have to worry about the Bitch-tamers taking you over. All that will happen now is that you will have one hell of an organism. Come on, I'll explain along the way," said Xavier

"Like why are you totally helping us?" asked Flag Girl.

"I have my reasons, but I'll tell I can't tell your right know," replied Xavier as he smiled briefly at the blond. He started to explain his plan to Americana and Flag Girl. But then asked to speak with Ms. Americana privately. They walk up the path a little and started yelling at each other. There was a great deal of arguing between them as they occasionally looked up at Flag Girl.

"Like you wanna do what?" protested Flag Girl when Xavier outline the final part of his plan to her.

"If it would be okay with you, Flag Girl, I'd like to be the one to gets you out of the game. The Big Bad Wolf is a very bad creature. I based him on Mr. Bates's own personality. I never thought Bates would go this far when I designed the game. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that you're very special to me. We met long time ago, when I used to work for this guy named the Geek. I've been in love with you ever since," he said softly.

Flag Girl put her head down shamefully blushing. She felt Mr. Xavier's finger on her chin as he gently raised her head up.

He smiled and looked into her crying eyes and said, "You don't have to this, if you don't want. I can reprogram the wolf to be less aggressive. It's just that, I don't know how much time we have."

"No, like it's okay," smiled the blond heroine. Her girl-next-door charm flared up again, and Mr. Xavier was powerless to resist it. She slowly placed her lips to his and kissed him.

Ms. Americana turned away angrily with her arms crossed in front of her naked chest. "Let's go!" she demanded. She did not say anything to either one of them until they reached the end of the path. When they finally reached their destination, Ms. Americana took Flag Girl aside and told her to, "Be careful, I'm not sure we can trust this guy yet."

"Like I'll be okay, Ms. A," said Flag Girl reassuringly. "Like you totally be careful too. Xavier said the wolf is pretty rough on its victims. Promise me you will use those cheat codes, okay?"

Ms. Americana nodded and gave her friend a hug. She then walked to the house at the end of the path, and opened the door. Once inside, she turned briefly. Before she closed the door, Americana angrily stared at Mr. Xavier kissing Flag Girl on the neck. She saw his hands touching her ward's private parts as the young woman seductively moaned.

"Oh Red, I'm so glad you come to visit," said a faked raspy voice behind her. "Come closer, so I can see you better."

Americana finally closed the door, turned around, and, to her surprise, saw a gorgeous blond female lying in bed. The brunette was sure that the woman was what Lydia would look like in a few years. The heroine knew now why Xavier argued so strongly for Flag Girl not go into the house. She recited the first cheat code as she stepped forward. "Grandma, what big eyes you have."

"Better to look at your body with, my dear," said the tempting woman in bed, accepting the code. She moved the covers over to reveal even more of her spectacular form. She invited Americana to jump into the bed with her.

With a lump in her throat, she recited the second cheat code as she lied down beside the warm body of the woman. "Grandma, what a big tongue you have."

"Better to lick you with my dear," responded the seductive temptress. She crawled over Ms. Americana and let their bare nipples touch.

Americana remained perfectly still as the werewolf slowly licked her nose, her ear, and her chin. She tried very hard not to notice the woman's resemblance to Flag Girl. The aroused super heroine whimpered as the blond continued to work her seductive magic on her. She felt a warm wet kiss on her breasts as the woman continued to slowly tempt Ms. Americana's body. This isn't so bad, thought Americana as the seductress eventually repositioned herself above the heroine's pussy. But she knew what would happen if she didn't recite the third code in a few minutes.

The woman slammed her pussy into Americana's face as she began to stimulate the heroine's clitoris with her tongue. The temptress robbed Americana of her inhibitions, as well as what dignity remained, as the once proud crusader licked her labia like a cheat slut. The woman seemed to know exactly what to do at the right moment.

Americana knew that the machine was using its sensors to dictate how the blond performed, but she couldn't resist the pleasure it was inducing. She also knew that it was not a real pussy she lovingly licked, but an oral control. Time was running out though. She and Flag Girl had to stop Mr. Bates. So she reluctantly recited the final cheat code to reveal to a weaker version of the wolf.

"Grandma, what a big dick you have."

"Better to fuck you with," said a very masculine voice. Suddenly the woman changed into a brute of a man. Her breasts became stunning pecks, while her pussy transformed into a huge hairy dick. The wolf shoved his dick into Americana's mouth as she struggled to breathe. He shoved himself into her mouth several times before he howled and leapt off the bed. He then jumped back on the heroine, pinning her to the mattress.

Ms Americana painfully accepted he man-wolf's penis into her precious womanhood as he brutally rammed himself into the tormented heroine. She was extremely grateful that she didn't have to contend with the full powered wolf. But she was still repulsed to find Mr. Bates's face on the wolf's head. She wanted to tear out his eyes and rip off his head, but she knew that she needed to get out of the game before it was too late. Because she didn't hold back her climax this time, she felt the burning inside her instantly. She screamed out as an orgasm tore through her body. It felt different somehow as she felt a sharp pain around her neck. He felt her mind slowly slipping away as she screamed, "Something's wrong!"

She then saw the man-wolf's face change into Mr. Xavier's. She was shocked to hear it say, "It's okay. Everything is happening as it should."

Outside the virtual world, Mr. Xavier had secretly removed Flag Girl from her gyro device. He now straddled her on the cold warehouse floor as he carefully removed her joystick. He then slowly replaced it with his own cock as he fucked the heroine both in the virtual world and in the real world. He laughed at the thought that she unknowingly accepted him as if it were part of the game. He grunted as she moaned. The geek felt Flag Girl lightly climaxed as they gripped each other tightly. He knew she was ready to erupt with another climax shortly. Despite the trickery involved, Xavier was extremely proud to have possibly been the first man she ever consented to. He knew that all the others before him forced themselves on her. He alone had her actual permission. Suddenly she moaned again as the another, more powerful, orgasm took her. This time, he climaxed with her as he came inside her real body. He took off his visor and watched her Bitch-tamer flash. He smiled as she collapsed in his arms while Xavier shot his seed into her battered womb.

Part 6 – All Revealing Light of Truth

 Dave sat down to enjoy a bite of his philabuster sandwich when an explosion sent the 300-pound man crashing out of his chair. Plaster and dust slowly settled as alarms of the federal research building sounded. He watched someone who looked like Flag Girl step out from a blown-out hole in the wall. He then saw an attractive brunette wearing Ms. Americana's outfit entering the room. Had Dave been more observant, he would have noticed the slight difference between the two women and the actual heroines they were impersonating. For instance, this Flag Girl was not as slim as the real one and this Americana was not as tall.

"Stay down, tubby," shouted Flag Girl as she pressed down on the security guard's back.

The Americana imposter walked to a control panel and entered several numbers. Suddenly the large vault doors in front of them opened. She then ordered several men in black suits to raid the vault as she walked over to Flag Girl. The brunette removed the taser from the guard's holster and shot Dave in the back with it. She laughed as he instantly went unconscious.

 "Good job, girls," said Mr. Bates as he entered the room through the hole in the wall. A team of technicians followed him in. He ordered the technicians to start pulling the access panels off vault floor. He watched the other men stuffed large bags with the government owned computer chips, blueprints, and research documentation that were inside the vault. "Everyone will suspect that Americana is robbing the vault for the high-tech information, like she did at Pear computers. They'll never know that we are using the robbery to hide the special taps we're placing on their ultra-secret global network lines."

I am now the most powerful man in the world, Mr. Bates thought arrogantly to himself. I surely have earned by rightful place in the Illuminati Society.

Within about a half-hour, the technicians completed their task. Everyone then left the building through the hole in the wall. Mr. Bates stayed behind to make sure everything was perfectly set. He looked at the ransacked vault and then at the unconscious guard strapped to his chair. He wanted to make sure there was no doubt that Americana would be blamed for this theft. Satisfied with everything, the executive was about to leave when Xavier entered the room.

"What are you doing here?" asked Mr. Bates.

"Finishing the initiation."

"The Illuminati are here?" asked the excited businessman. "Are they ready to accept me into their ranks then?"

"You fool, the Illuminati could never accept you, Mr. Bates, because it's obvious that you don't understand them. They are not about amassing power. They manipulate and subvert those who do."

"But this was my test to prove my worthiness. I did everything they asked. You were there when they told me to capture Americana and Flag Girl. And you remember when they said I had to gain control of the global Internet, if I was to be accepted. I did all that, see?"

"This wasn't your test, Mr. Bates. It was mine," said Xavier. He smiled as he took pulled the ring from Mr. Bates's finger and placed it on his finger. Xavier held up his hand so Mr. Bates could see that the eye in the center of the ring was now glowing.

Three figures stepped out off the shadows and removed their hoods. Their entire bodies appeared to phase into view from nowhere. Two of the men were identical looking to Max, Mr. Bates's former bodyguard. The third man, however, was a small guy with wire-rimmed glasses and a slight eye twitch. He said several things in Latin as his eye continue to twitch.

"You have done well, Insinuat X," translated one of the cyborgs. "You have proved to be a cunning initiate. Welcome to our society."

"No! That's my position!" cried Mr. Bates like a little child. "I'm the one that captured Americana. I've manipulated the world into thinking she's a crook. I'm also the one who used her codes to gain access to the global network. I control the world's computers now! Not Xavier!"

"No Mr. Bates, your company has control of everything. Unfortunately, you no longer own that company."

"What the fuck are you talking about, you dickhead?"

"Vivian's father, your financial partner, bought up all your shares after your apparent demise to the hands of Flag Girl. After I showed him a tape of you ordering his daughter's death, he graciously made me new president of Hardcore Software."

"But how?"

"The bodyguard the Illuminati, or rather I, supplied you, sent me everything you've ever said or done since we hatched this plan a few years ago. All I have left to do now is kill you. And the beautiful thing is that everyone already thinks you're dead. Now the police will have that body they've been looking for. What do you suppose they will find? I think that they will indeed find that Flag Girl killed you with the help of her partner Americana. I'm sure after what you did to them, both would be willing to have their revenge. Isn't that right Ladies?" said Mr. Xavier as Ms. Americana and Flag Girl stepped out of the hole in the wall and moved to his side.

They lovingly pressed themselves against his hip and kissed him. The heroines then started to beat and choke him. Mr. Bates screamed until his very last breath left his lips. Afterwards, the two women calmly walked up to Xavier and grinned at their master. Xavier was busying talking and laughing with the strange man with glasses.

The man next to Xavier stopped briefly and strolled up to Ms. Americana. He nodded approvingly and said something in Latin again.

"Soon Ms. Wade, you will be returned to your true home. The Aeropagites have been waiting for your return. You have been away from us too long, child. But soon, you will be enlightened to your true purpose in this world. Long live the Illuminati," translated the robot again.

"Long live the Illuminati," everyone in the room repeated.

Epilogue – Glimmering Hope

Miss Borden answered the phone and was shocked that the man on the other end addressed her as Nightraven.

"Ms. Americana and Flag Girl need your help, Nightraven."

"Who is this?" asked the confused Borden.

"A trusted friend," said James.

"What happened? Are they okay? I've been watching the news, and there are these awful reports about them."

"They've been captured and brainwashed. Ms. Americana had given me explicit instruction to contact you before she left."

"How do I get to them."

"I've been tracking Ms. Americana with a hidden homing device. I will pilot her vehicle by remote to where you are, and will take you to her."

"I'll be waiting," said Miss Borden. She hung up the phone and opened a special panel on the floor. She took out her Nightraven costume and quickly undressed. I just hope I'm going to be enough help for Ms. Americana.

The End?