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Ms. Americana: Trick or Treat

(MF, FF, bond, nc, rp, oral, drugs/alcohol, older/younger)

A fictitious story by “b4i4q”

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Feast of the Dead, Samhain, Los Dias de los Muertos, All Hallows Eve, Halloween.

No matter how you say it, it still conjures up visions of ghosts and goblins, Jack O’ Lanterns, pumpkin patches, kids in costumes, candy at the door, and trick or treaters.

And usually that’s all it is. However in Delta City, home of those two loveable superheroines, Ms. Americana and her trusty sidekick, Flag Girl, for the past several years, it had turned from being just a night for kids having fun into a week long event of mischievous maliciousness. Years ago, the sororities and fraternities on campus of Delta City University (DCU), and caused the celebrations to expand till now Halloween was celebrated for the entire week before October 31.

So this year, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl decided to go on patrol Sorority and Fraternity Row to hopefully stem the tide of fraternity and sorority mischief. It was your typical row of houses that had been willed to or bought by the fraternities and sororities over the years. Lately, more of the vandalism seemed to be centered around the ‘Row’ so that’s why they were there on this night. As was typical, the pre-Halloween parties were already started.

Both Ms. Americana and Flag Girl were initially concerned that they might stand out, but they needn’t have worried. Every student was in costume and some of the sorority girls were wearing even skimpier costumes than they were.

“Well, it looks like it’s going to be a quiet night after all,” said Flag Girl.

“The sun hasn’t risen yet,” replied Ms. Americana. “We do need to stop by the Rho Mu Sigma Sigma Upsilon house. They had a pretty bad party last year. The following graduation, several of the graduates that were members of Rho Mu Sigma Sigma Upsilon were pregnant. Because of that, I … hmmm … Brenda Wade had called for the revocation of their charter. This didn’t sit well with their house mother, Ms. Gooden Bed, at the last Board meeting,” she said.

As they walked, something across the street caught the corner of Ms. Americana’s eye. She saw something, something familiar. In the darkness, she initially couldn’t make it out, but it seemed to be just as a group of frats and coeds arriving at a party. The headlights of a passing car just barely illuminated them as they approached the house.

She wasn’t sure if it was a flash of light or a flash of color, but as the group approached the porch, the light helped her see them better.

There walking up to the house were a couple of frat boys and coeds. But it wasn’t that it was a couple of frat boys and sorority girls. No, what had caught Ms. Americana’s eye was the outfits that the two girls were wearing. From across the street, all she could make out were the colors: red, white, and blue.

“Let’s check out that group over there,” said Ms. Americana to Flag Girl.

As they approached the house, after crossing the street, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl noticed that the girls knelt on their knees. The boys then pressed the door bell and they yelled, “Trick or Treat.” At least the guys did, the girls seemed to have something wrapped around their head, and their arms seemed to stay behind their backs all the time.

The door opened and a cat woman complete with tail peered out at them.

“Oh … that is just puurfect …,” she said. Before her on the porch were two typical frat boys in typically ‘well thought out’ costumes: they had ripped holes in their shirts and spattered fake blood on them. One had the hilt end of an obvious rubber knife rubber cemented to his chest, while the other had a rubber axe embedded in his chest.

The girls on the other hand were something to behold. Kneeling before her were two very attractive coeds. One with black tresses and one with blonde locks. The black haired beauty was dressed as Ms. American while the blonde was a perfect image of Flag Girl. If she hadn’t of known better, she would have sworn that they were the real thing.

There were a couple of additions, though to what these doppelgangers were wearing that the real Ms. American and the real Flag Girl would never wear. Both were gagged with bright red ball gags, their wrists were tied together behind their backs, and each was wearing a collar with a leash attached to it. The boys were holding onto the leashes.

“Come, come on in,” the cat woman said as she opened the door wider to allow them entry into the sorority house.

The two boys yanked on their chains and the two girls rose and the four of them entered the house.

“Did you see that?” gasped Flag Girl.

“Yes I did,” replied Ms. Americana. “First, that is the most disgusting and vile treatment of women that I have ever seen, and second, how dare they besmirch our image. Come on, we’re going to get to the bottom of this.”

The two gorgeous superheroines strode up the walk to the California bungalow style sorority house. The name of the sorority was spelled out over the porch: Rho Mu Sigma Sigma Upsilon.

The two of them approached the front door, but unlike the four college kids, Ms. Americana banged her fist against the door.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

The door opened and the cat woman looked out again.

“Yes? May I help you?”

“We’re here for the party.”

“Aren’t you two a little old to be trick or treating?” the cat said with a smirk.

“We want to come in,” said Flag Girl.

“This is a private party.”

“Let me speak to the house mother,” Ms. Americana said more forcefully.

“Ok,” the cat responded, closing the door slightly. From behind the half closed door the two could hear her yell, “Ms. Bed, you’re wanted at the door.”

A stunning redhead, all in white then appeared at the door. She was wearing white paten leather, thigh-high boots with 6” stiletto heals, while her skirt was a white micro-mini. Her sleeve-less blouse was made of white, chantilly, see-through lace, with a white, lace trimmed bra underneath it. Her hands were accented with opera gloves, only the fingers of the gloves were cut off. Her legs were encased in fishnet panty hose.

“Yes? May I help you? I’m Ms. Gooden Bed,” she said.

“You’re the house mother?” Flag Girl asked stunned.

“Yes,” she said giving Flag Girl the once over, and visually dismissed her, then turned and answered the question as if Ms. Americana had asked it. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m Ms. Americana and Brenda Wade, a member of the board of governors of the Fraternity and Sorority Council has asked me to stop by and make sure that this party doesn’t get out of hand like it did last year. So, we’d like to come in and take a look around.”

At the mere mention of Brenda Wade’s name, the house mother’s eyes rolled back in her head. ‘Not that holier than thou bitch again. She is such a pain in the butt. At the last meeting she wanted to close us down because she said that we weren’t molding these impressionable young girls into fine, upstanding women, who will be ready to be the leaders of tomorrow, or some sort of crap like that. These girls are going to be the leaders of tomorrow, alright, but their going to get there by sucking and fucking their way to the top. What that cunt needs is a good fucking, and I’m just the one to give it to her. Someday …,’ she thought to herself.

But to Delta City’s two finest superheroines, she only smiled and said, “Why, yes. Everybody knows who you are, Ms. Americana, and I’m very familiar with Ms. Wade as well. Please do come on in.”

The two superheroine’s entered the house and were greeted with loud music. As was typical for a Halloween themed party, the house was dark, illuminated only by candles and those ubiquitous black lights that make white and fluorescent colors glow. Fake cobwebs hung from all over the hall ways and a smoke machine had filled the house with plenty of smoke. Weird colored containers bubbled due to the dry ice chunks that had been dropped into them. It wasn’t really scary; it was just meant to give the illusion of being a haunted house.

The kids were noisy and every costume imaginable was represented. Out of the corner of her eye, Ms. Americana saw a girl dressed as a female, bat crimefighter, leaning back against the wall. A guy dressed as the real crimefighter’s arch nemesis who was always spouting jokes, was forcing his way onto her and he was having his way with her breast. As Ms. Americana and Flag Girl neared the two, the guy quickly dropped his hand off of the comely crimefighter’s body. Over on a couch were two live action versions of animated movie heroines, and they were going at each other. The Indian princess was nuzzling one side of the neck of the Arabian princess.

Looking ahead, Flag Girl saw the two fake superheroines and the boys go down a hallway to another room. She motioned to Ms. Americana and the two of them followed after them.

As they entered the room, they observed the girls on their knees, kneeling before a man dressed as an old silent film legend, known as the little tramp.

The tramp looked down at the two faux superheroines and started to feel a reaction. He, like most of the straight males in Delta City, had had at one time or another a fantasy about taking advantage of the city’s superheroines.

“We’re from Zeta omicron zeta kappa and you can feel up their boobs for $20 per boob, or for $100 per pussy you can stick your hand down their panties and feel up their pussy, or for $500 you can get a blow job,” one of the boys semi shouted over the music.

cough “… interesting … ” the tramp sputtered as he started to think over his options. But before he could come up with a final decision, he saw over their shoulders the real Ms. Americana and the real Flag Girl approaching them.

“I’m out of here!” he said as he got up, doffed his bowler hat and quickly waddled away and out the other door onto the back porch, twirling his cane.

“What spooked him?” the first boy said to the other.

“Maybe us,” said Flag Girl.

The boys and turned around with a start. “Ms. Americana and Flag Girl,” they said in unison.

“We heard you. Are you REALLY prostituting these girls?” Ms. Americana asked.

“No, no, no,” the second boy protested. “It’s … it’s … it’s all a joke … we knew you were coming up behind us and so we thought we’d play a joke on this old guy. Hhhh, hhhh,” he said as the two boys tugged on the leashes to get the girls to stand up and follow them.

“Not so fast,” Ms. Americana said as the four of them walked past her “Untie them and remove their gags. I have some questions for them.”

The boys were too terrified to do anything but obey the orders.

After the girls were free, Ms. Americana continued with her questions. “What are your names?

“I’m Audrey,” said the faux Ms. Americana.

“And I’m Sarah,” said the faux Flag Girl.

“So, girls is that true? Was this all some kind of sick twisted joke conceived by these two losers?” she said all the time looking at the boys.

“Yes, it is,” said Audrey.

“WHAT?” reacted the real Flag Girl.

“Yes, that’s right. We were just acting. We wanted to see the expression on that guys face,” said Sarah.

“And there’s one other reason we did it,” said the fake Ms. Americana.

“Oh, and what’s that?” questioned the real Ms. Americana.

“We wanted to know what you were going to experience next week on Halloween, when it’s going to be YOU two on a leash, bound with ball gags in your mouths,” continued Audrey.

“HUHHH?!?! WHAT?!?!?” both Ms. Americana and Flag Girl replied with astonishment.

“Yes, you heard us,” added Sarah. “We’re going to take you two trick or treating. Haaa haaaa haaaaaa,” she cackled as the two girls started to walk away, this time dragging the two boys by their leashes.

The boys nervously laughed with the girls as they walked on by and the girls grabbed the boys by the arm and walked arm in arm. After they had passed and the laughter had died down the two girls turned over their shoulders and yelled back at the stunned superheroines, “Just kidding,” then laughed again.

“What the heck just happened?” asked the stunned Flag Girl.

“I don’t know. Wow, the kids of today are getting pretty weird. Well, since the girls denied being propositioned, there’s not much we can do, except write a letter to the head mistress,” Ms. Americana said as they turned and headed toward the front door.

Meanwhile, the two boys were wondering the same thing, what just happened?

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TWO DAYS LATER, A LETTER ARRIVES AT THE SORORITY HOUSE.

Dear Ms. Gooden Bed,

I wanted to tell you that I have informed Ms. Brenda Wade, a sponsor of your Sorority, and a member of the Board of Governors, that last night at your pre-Halloween Party, Flag Girl and I observed two of your sorority girls, Audrey and Sarah, acting in a most un-lady like fashion.

Your girls were going around dressed as myself and my trusty sidekick, Flag Girl, which, initially, was quite flattering.

However, it quickly turned to disgust when it was observed that they were also being treated in a subservient manner and most disgusting and degrading way: they each were wearing a ball gag, their wrists were tied behind their backs, and they were wearing a dog collar attached to a leash that was held by two fraternity boys. The girls were kneeling and Flag Girl and I overheard the boys offer the girls bodies for sexual pleasure in exchange for money.

When confronted with this, the girls said that it was all a joke. However, they also mentioned that they intended to put us in that same position.

To be told, even in a joking manner, that we were to be put into that same position, was most disturbing and disgusting

I must point out that this is NOT the kind of behavior that is expected from the girls of Rho Mu Sigma Sigma Upsilon.

Now, I realize that you personally cannot follow every girl around and see that they are behaving properly. However, I must point out that, if this type of behavior is evident during a simple Halloween party, one could surmise that the house mother of the sorority is NOT doing her job of helping to mold these impressionable young girls into fine, upstanding women, who are ready to be the leaders of tomorrow.

If this behavior continues, Ms. Wade has informed me that she will have not other recourse but to bringing this matter up to the Board of Governors with the recommendation that you be removed from your position.

I may be reached through Commissioner Borden’s office if I can be of any assistance in helping you to guide your young charges to being the new leaders of tomorrow.

Signed,

Ms. Americana and Flag Girl

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“Why those two cunts!” screamed Ms. Gooden Bed. “GIRLS! HOUSE MEETING RIGHT NOW!”

The girls of Rho Mu Sigma Sigma Upsilon knew the tone of Ms. Bed’s voice and dropped whatever it was that they were doing and came running into the rec room in the back of the house.

“Audrey and Sarah, front and center NOW!” she yelled at the girls.

“Yes, Ms. Gooden,” the two girls said meekly as the walked forward.

Ms. Gooden Bed originally hated her name, but she discovered in junior high, or more aptly several of her teachers discovered while she was in junior high, that it was a most apropos name. In high school, even more teachers, both male and female and several of her fellow students also found out how appropriate her name really was.

She even used it to control her teachers. Many times she got out of having to stay after school by getting down on her knees and either giving a good blow job or giving a good pussy licking.

“I don’t like having my job threatened because you two weren’t as discrete as you were supposed to be. How dare you let Ms. America and Flag Girl catch you. They could have shut down this little happy family if it had been a few seconds later. You know you need to be careful.”

“We’re sorry,” the two girls replied with heads bowed.

“I know you are. I’m just in a state of shock right now. But, we can’t let this go unpunished. We need to get back at Ms. Americana and Flag Girl,” Gooden said in a calmer voice.

“How?”

“She says that,” reading from the letter, “ ‘To be told, even in a joking manner, that we were to be put into that same position, was most disturbing and disgusting.’ What does she mean by that?”

“Oh, we told them both that one reason we did it was that we wanted to know what they were going to experience next week on Halloween, when we were going to lead them around on a leash, bound with a ball gags in their mouths,” said Audrey. “Honestly, I didn’t threaten them, I just said the first thing that popped into my mouth.”

“Yeah, it’s usually a Professor’s cock that pops into your mouth,” a voice said from the crowd of girls. The room broke up into laughter at that. Even Ms. Gooden Bed cracked a smile.

“Hey!?!” said Audrey, turning her head over her shoulder.

“Hmmm, why not?” said Gooden Bed. “Yes. Why not? THAT’S how we’ll get back at them. Yes, I like your suggestion. Let’s bind them, gag them and lead them around on a leash. Though I’d love to do it to that bitch, Brenda Wade instead, but, first cunts, first.”

“We have our annual Halloween party scheduled for that day which starts early and ends with everyone going out trick or treating. Let’s invite Ms. Americana and Flag Girl to our little celebration.”

“So we can get them here and might be able to capture them. But how on earth are we going to be able to subjugate Ms. Americana and Flag Girl?” Marcie asked.

All the girls froze and looked at her.

Audrey asked, "Where'd you learn that big word?"

"Well, Duh! I'm fucking my English teacher, remember? Hellooooo?" Marcie said sarcastically.

“Ok. Here’s how we’re going to do it …” And at that, Ms. Gooden Bed revealed her plan.

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THE NEXT WEEKEND

“Oh Ms. Americana and Flag Girl. Welcome back,” said Ms. Gooden Bed to the two superheroines as they entered the Sorority house. “I’d like to introduce you to Dr. David Boggs, he is the Vice President in charge of student affairs on campus.”

“How do you do,” Ms. Americana said extending her hand.

“How do you do. It is a great pleasure to meet Delta City’s finest superheroines,” he said shaking first Ms. Americana’s hand then Flag Girl’s. “I’m just sorry that it is under these circumstances. Delta City University takes pride not only in the scholastic standards of our students, but also in their personal standards. Ms. Bed sent me a copy of your letter and I thought it was my duty to personally see to this matter.”

“Let’s go into the parlor, where I believe that the two girls have something to say,” said Ms. Bed.

Audrey and Sarah stood in the room with heads bowed. Audrey was wearing an orange tee-shirt with black lettering saying “Rho Mu Sigma Sigma Upsilon’s 69th Halloween Bash.” While Sarah wore the same shirt only the colors were reversed; hers was a black shirt with orange text.

Once everyone was in the room, Gooden signaled the girls, who spoke.

“We are so terribly sorry about what happened last week at the party. Sarah and I both want you to know that we were just all excited about the party and I said the first thing that popped into my mouth,” Audrey said. Sarah snickered remembering the comment that had been made at the house meeting earlier that week.

“Yes. Nothing personal was meant or implied. We respect both of you too much to imply that you would do anything unsavory. Please accept our apologies,” said Sarah.

“Why thank you. We did not take it personally, and are so pleased that you have taken responsibility for your actions and apologized,” Ms. Americana said.

“Well, now that that is over with, let’s go have some good old fashion fun, shall we? We’re about to start our afternoon game and we’ve been waiting for you. Shall we go out back? Girls, why don’t you lead our guests out back,” Gooden said.

Audrey and Sarah then ushered the two superheroines to the backyard while Ms. Bed and Mr. Boggs stayed behind.

“Well?” Gooden asked.

“Oh man. Flag Girl looks better in real life than she ever did in pictures. I can’t wait to feel those lips around my cock and then to fuck her.”

“See. I told you it would be worth it to join our little party.”

They then joined everyone in the backyard as the MC started his patter:

“Hi I’m Joseph Roden. I’m your host for today’s game. It’s a simple game. There are only three stunts. The first one is to pick five apples, next you have to eat an apple, then you have to say the sorority pledge. Sounds simple doesn’t it.”

“What’s the catch?” a girl asked.

“Oh yes. The first catch is that you can’t use your hands. They will be tied behind your back with these silk bands. And the second catch, you’ll discover later on.”

“For the first stunt, five apples are in each basin of water. You need to get them out of the basin. Obviously without using your hands. I see that the teams have already been divided up,” as he scanned the sea of girls wearing either orange with black or black with orange tee-shirts. “So who’s going to do the first stunt?” Joseph asked.

Marcie from the orange shirt team stepped forward and said, “Well, since we now have two extra girls,” pointing over the Superheroines, “we want Ms. Americana on our team and we want her to do all the stunts.”

Brandi from the black shirt team then stepped forward and said, “In that case, we get Flag Girl on our team and we want her to do all the stunts, too.”

All the girls cheered and jumped up and down, bouncing their oh so perfect breasts.

“Your adoring public wants you. You can’t let them down now, can you?” Gooden said to the superheroines.

“Why not? It should be fun,” said Flag Girl as she raced over to the black team and was mobbed by the girls who quickly tied her wrists behind her back.

“What’s the matter, Ms. Americana? Afraid she’ll beat you?” taunted Brandi.

“Okay,” she said with a smile. “I haven’t played these type games since I …” she almost said, ‘since I was in a sorority’ but she caught herself. “… since I don’t know when,” she finished.

She joined the orange team. It initially felt uncomfortable to have her wrists bound, but she also knew that she could easily break them in an instant.

“Okay. Are you ladies ready?” Joseph asked. The two nodded. “Then on your marks … get set … … … GO!”

And at that, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl raced the 10 feet from the starting line to the basins sitting on the table, while the sorority girls yelled and cheered.

Each looked down into the water to see the apples, floating in a sea of ice cubes. Each quickly plunged their faces into the ice cold water trying to get an apple out of the basin. As you recall from your days of youth, it isn’t that easy to corral an apple that is floating in a pool of water, and they have to get five out.

Flag Girl was the first to get one out, followed by another. Ms. Americana followed quickly with her first when Flag Girl got her third. By now, from all the thrashing about in the basin, ice cold water was everywhere. Not only on the table, but also all over her face, hair and her upper chest. Especially on their upper chests where the ice cold water was starting to have an effect on the two superheroines nipples.

“Come on, Flag Girl,” her team cheered, while Ms. Americana’s team also cheered her on. “You can do it, Ms. Americana.”

“That’s four, Flag Girl, all you need is one more.”

“Oh look, Ms. Americana just got two. She bit into one and jammed another one under her chin.”

“YEAH! That’s five, Flag Girl,” the girls screamed excitedly as they jumped up and down and cheered. “Flag Girl wins! YEAH!”

“Ok, for your next stunt,” Joseph continued, “you have to go over and eat the apple that is hanging by a thread all the way to the core. On your marks . . . get set . . . GO!”

The two sopping wet superheroine ran over to the apples that were hanging from the patio awning and began trying to eating them. As Flag Girl ran over, the water that had soaked her face and hair, dripped down onto her heaving chest. Due to the excitement of the contest and the fact that it was ice cold water, her nipples were poking through her top.

Ms. Americana’s face and upper chest were also still dripping with water. Her chest too, was soaking wet and the water had flowed down and had soaked her bikini top. Since she had less material for her top than Flag Girl did, it was not able to soak up all the water, and so some was flowing down her belly toward her panties.

The sorority girls had gathered around the two superheroines and continued to encourage and cheer them on.

Ms. Americana got two good bites and then quickly finished off the apple.

“Ok, Ms. American won that round. The teams are tied 1 to 1. Now for the final stunt. All you have to do is say the sorority pledge. The first one done, wins.”

“Wait a minute,” said Flag Girl. “I don’t know the pledge.”

“Oh don’t worry. We’ve attached a copy to each tank. Just read what’s written,” said Ms. Gooden Bed.

“Tank? What tank?” Flag Girl asked.

“The helium tanks,” said Joseph. “You have to first suck in a lung full of helium gas, and then say the pledge. In order to get the gas out of the tank, you have to bend over the helium tank valve and suck on the helium, then as you exhale you have to say the Rho Mu Sigma Sigma Upsilon pledge. If you don’t say it in one breath, then you have to suck on the value again until the pledge is complete. The first team done will be the winner.”

A murmur and laugh went up from the girls as they realized that the helium will make who ever sucks on the tank sound like that benevolent, dictator mouse from that tragic kingdom amusement park in Southern California.

“Ready?,” Joseph continued, “On your marks . . . get set . . . GO!”

As they ran up to each tank, one of the girls from each team pulled a towel away from the tank top, revealing that the valve at the top of the tank, which would normally have a simple, bendable valve to inflate balloons with, had been replaced with … rubber dildos in the shape of cocks.

The two superheroine came up short and froze.

“Come on. You have to inhale the helium then say the pledge. You don’t want to let down your team do you?” one of the sorority girls said.

“Go on.” “Yeah, you can do it.” “Say the pledge.” The sorority girls were all shouting.

“I know, but it’s … it’s shaped like … a man’s penis,” said Flag Girl.

“Yeah, we know. We do this every year,” Ms. Gooden Bed said. “Now start sucking ladies. It’s not like they’re real.”

The two superheroines looked at each other, and at almost the same moment, the sorority girls saw the two superheroines shoulders sag and they realized that the superheroines were resigned to the fact that they would have to put the rubber cocks into their mouths in order to get the helium.

As the two opened their mouths and leaned forward to swallow the cocks whole, a loud cheer came from the girls. As they closed their mouths other the cocks, the girls let out an even louder yell.

The two superheroines basically started to give the helium tanks blow jobs. They then bent their heads down in order to move the value that would release the gas into their lungs. As they felt the gas start to flow, they both breathed in deeply so that they could get a good solid lung full. Once they had taken deep lungs full of helium, they released the cocks, and closed their mouths so that they didn’t lose any of the gas.

They then looked down at the pledge card and started to read in that high helium voice that comes from breathing helium:

“We solemnly swear to up hold the rules, values and constitution of

Rho Mu Sigma Sigma Upsilon, better known as ΡμςςΥ.

We hold these truths to be self evident, that all sororities

are NOT created equal but that ours is the best in the land.

The Orange and Black teams erupted into laughter. The sound of Ms. Americana and Flag Girl sounding like a couple of chipmunks was priceless.

Both of them ran out of breath and had to get another lung full. So, they both gobbled down the dildo’s once again to get another lung full of helium. While they were sucking on the helium tank, the girls who had removed the towels had changed the pledge cards.

The two superheroines, felt slightly light headed from the helium but pressed on and looked down to continue with the pledge.

“We are so sorry to have caused you problems last week.

As you can see, we are really just a couple of cock, sucking sluts

who obviously love sex and need to be fucked hard.

Please fuck us till we can’t stand it anymore and are tamed.”

At that the two superheroines, looked at each other, and then they looked over at Ms. Gooden Bed with a look of questioning in their eyes. She returned their gaze with an evil smirk that the superheroines had only seen from supervillians. It was the same smirk that the costumed crime fighters saw right before they were about to be taken advantage of. In an instant, they realized that they had been had.

“Yes, supersluts. We will do what you ask and fuck the shit out of those precious cunts of yours. You see, the cocks were coated with both an aphrodisiac and a mild sedative. So, say good night for now, sluts.”

The drug was not powerful enough to knock out the two superheroines, but it was powerful enough to incapacitate them. And at that, Ms. Americana and Flag Girl eyes fluttered and closed and they moaned as they collapsed onto the grass, semiconscious.

“Quick, get their power belts off of them,” said Gooden. At that, some of the girls pounced on the two helpless superheroines. They were rolled onto their belly’s and their power belts were quickly unlatched and removed.

“Somebody go get the guys.”

Two of the girls went into the house and returned with four fraternity boys. They were from the fraternity that Rho Mu Sigma Sigma Upsilon was affiliated with: Zeta omicron zeta kappa. They each wore shirts with the initials of their frat on it: ζοζκ.

“Take Ms. Americunt upstairs and talk Flag Slut into the downstairs bedroom.”

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Audrey lead the way, followed by two of the guys who half carried, half dragged the groggy Ms. Americana into the house, up the stairs, and into one of the bedrooms. They were followed by some of the girls from the Orange team.

She was just conscious enough that her survival instincts were kicking in and she struggled against her captors. But since her wrists were still tied, her power belt had been removed, and she was still drugged, it was a futile struggle.

They tossed her haphazardly onto the giant, four poster bed. The girls then attacked her. They grabbed her ankles and unzipped her boots and pulled them off. One of the other girls then grabbed her bikini bottoms and pulled them down her legs and off. They then pulled her legs to the corners of the bed.

“Oh … stop … that …” Ms. Americana tried to say.

They then pulled out some sex/bondage, fur-lined ankle bracelets and snapped them in place around her ankles.

They then moved to the head of the bed. One of the girls grabbed Ms. Americana by the hair and pulled her forward so that they could get to her tied wrists and the latch that held her top on.

“Owww … that … hurts,” she moaned.

Once her wrists were untied, it was just a quick snap to unlatch her top. She was then pushed back down and her bikini top was pulled away, revealing her soft, supple mammaries. Her arms were then pulled out to the corners of the bed. More wrist cuffs were pulled out from hiding and after her gloves were removed, the cuffs were snapped in place.

Everyone then stood back, admired their work and watched as the now naked Ms. Americana twist and turned in a vain attempt to get free. In so doing she put on quite an erotic show.

“Oh man. She is going to be one great fuck,” one of the frat boys said as he started to strip.

“Hold on. You know the rules. Ms. Gooden has to inspect our work first,” Audrey said

“Wha … what have you done to me?” said Ms. Americana breathlessly. “Release me at once! How dare you do this to the Queen of Justice,” she continued to snarl.

SLAP!

“Shut up, cunt,” said Audrey as she slapped Ms. Americana across the face.

Ms. Americana looked back with shock in her eyes. No one had ever dared to slap her and tell her to shut up.

“By the time we’re done with you and your little sidekick, you’ll be our little playthings to do with as we please.”

“WHAT?!?!”

“Yeah, don’t you remember the card you read? It said, ‘We are so sorry to have caused you problems last week. As you can see, we are really just a couple of cock, sucking sluts who obviously love sex and need to be fucked hard. Please fuck us till we can’t stand it anymore and are tamed.’ So, that’s what we’re going to do to you. Your holes are going to be so filled with cock that neither one of you will be able to think straight for a week,” Audrey said as she grabbed Ms. Americana left breast.

“Oh. How dare you touch me there. Let go of me. Please. I can get you all the psychiatric help that you need. Won’t you please let me help you..." The heroine pleaded, still a little groggy.

Just then, Ms. Gooden Bed and Dr. David Boggs entered the bedroom.

“So, how are you doing? Comfy?” she asked sarcastically.

“When I get loose, there will be hell to pay for this,” Ms. Americana screamed at the two.

“Gawd, will someone please shut this cunt up?” said David.

“WHAT? HOW DARE YOU TALK … mmmm mghghggf mmhhhffffffhf” was all she got out as her mouth was stuffed with her bottoms. The top was then wrapped around her head and secured the gag in place.

“Wonderful,” said David. “I know I’ll have the chance to fuck her after she’s broken, but before that happens, I have just got to feel those tits,” said David as he stepped forward and grabbed both of Ms. Americana’s magnificent 44DD breasts and started to kneed them. “Gawd, they’re real,” he exclaimed. “I always thought that they were fakes, but they aren’t, they’re real.”

“Hummmbblllm! Nnnnghmm! Nnnmmbblm!” Ms. Americana tried to scream into her gag.

“Come here boys, it’s time that Ms. Americunt learned whose going to be helping to fuck her into submission. Let me introduce you to the frat boys,” Gooden said as David stepped away from the bed.

The first one up was your typical surfer dude. He had blonde hair and tanned skin. He pulled off his frat shirt to reveal his bare chest and his 6 pack abs. If it wasn’t for her predicament, Ms. Americana could have easily admired his body.

After he had stripped off his pants, Ms. Americana’s eyes bulged as he revealed his manhood. It was larger than normal, almost monstrous as it hung firm. She could see it pulsating with each beat of his heart. He stepped forward next to the bed and looked down at the bound, naked, and helpless superheroine. As he did, his manhood started to rise.

“My name’s Peter, Peter Out, … but I don’t,” he said as he grabbed his prick and started to stroke himself. “I’ve broken my share of sorority sisters, and even a few female professors, but never a superheroine.” His cock grew larger with each stroke.

“And I’m Harry Morant,” he said in a thick Australian accent. “I’m named after a great uncle who fought in the Boar War in South Africa a century ago where he was wrongly executed. Like him, they call me “The Breaker’. He broke horses. I break pussy,” he said as he approached the bed from the other side. She had been distracted by Peter, so she didn’t see him strip. The first time she laid eyes on him, his was already naked. He was more of your jock type, very muscular looking more like a body builder. He flexed his muscles and tightened his abs as he stood by the bed. “I do it by using a trick I’ve developed called, ‘The Thunder Down Under.’ You’re going to love it.”

“He proved how valuable he is to DCU, when he fucked one of the opposing teams, female beach volleyball players right before a valuable match. She couldn’t play worth shit, and we won the championship,” said Gooden.

Ms. Americana moaned as she looked down at his equipment. She suspected that they were telling the truth and not just taunting her. He was just as long at Peter, but had a greater girth. It hung like a piece of meat, but it too was starting to rise.

“This is one Sheila I’m really going to enjoy breaking,” he said as he and Peter got on the bed. Ms. Americana tried to stream ‘stop’ through her gag, but nothing came out. She then tried to twist and turn herself away from the attackers, but they seemed to like the view of her breasts as the wiggled and jiggled every time she moved. Both began to stroke and caress her body.

Peter then pulled her gag down, removed her panties from her mouth, and leaned in for a kiss. She wanted to scream, but realized that if she did, her mouth would be open and he would get his disgusting tongue inside her mouth. So, she clamped her mouth shut tight.

Peter kissed her mouth anyway and tried to force her mouth open, but without success. That is, until Breaker leaned forward and planted a wet French kiss down on her nether lips. He then started a full on assault of her pussy with his tongue.

The surprise of the assault was too much and she opened her mouth. Peter took advantage of this distraction and gave her a full, heavy, deep, French kiss. To prevent her from shaking her head, he grabbed her by the chin and held her mouth in place. Their tongues were soon doing battle.

‘Oh gawd, this can’t be happening to me,’ she thought to herself. ‘And if this were another place and time, I’d be enjoying this. He is a GREAT kisser, and Breaker sure knows how to eat pussy. He already has me wet down there.’

Breaker continued to suck on her pussy and slide his tongue over and around her clit. She tried to squirm away, but he grabbed her thighs and clamped his mouth full onto her pussy. He then started to really assault her quim with his tongue, forcing it in and out, essentially fucking her with his tongue.

She had stopped struggling with her head, so Peter let go of it and grabbed a tit. He then started to manipulate and roll between his thumb and index finger, her by now, rock hard nipple.

Peter broke the kiss and pulled back to look down at her with an arrogant grin. He then grabbed both breasts and started to kneed them as if he were kneading bread dough. He squeezed them, and mashed them together, then pulled them straight up by her nipples. He let her breast drop back into place, then bent down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. He racked his teeth over it and then gently started to nibble on it with his teeth.

“Oh gawd, please stop,” she yelled. “Don’t do that,” as she tied to arch her back. The dual sensation of Breaker nibbling on her clit, and Peter nibbling on her nipple was just too much for her senses to accept. It was sending ripples of pre-orgasm sensations rolling through her body.

“OH MY GAWD … ah … ah … ah … ah … ah … oh gawd, it feels so gooooooooddd,” she exclaimed. It was evident that an orgasm had just hit her body. She had arched her back as every muscle had tensed. Even Breaker knew it was real has her pussy lips tried to clamp down on his tongue.

“Yep, the slut DOES like it. Now let’s do it for real,” Breaker said as he rose up.

“Have a look, bitch,” Peter said as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head up so he could then force a pillow under her head so she was forced to watch. He then went back to massaging and assaulting her breasts.

“Oh no … please … not that … I can’t possibly take all of that in me,” she exclaimed as she looked down and saw Breaker settle between her spread legs and aim his massive cock right at her tender pussy lips. He was already fully erect, but she wasn’t quite sure, for it seemed to be growing still.

Breaker leaned forward and started to see-saw the length of his cock over her lips, back and forth.

“Please … no …” she sobbed at the realization that she was about to be impaled.

“Ready to experience the ‘Thunder’?” he said as he put the tip against her pussy lips. “Open wide,” he continued as he started to penetrate. She was well lubricated from the previous orgasm, so the head easily slid into her slit. She started to squirm even more, trying to get away from the thick snake that was about to borrow into her, but it was a futile gesture, one based on basic survival rather than any real chance of escape.

"Uhhhhhgggghhh … oh … aaahhhhhh! No! It’s too big. Take it out, ahhhhhhhhhhh," she yelled as she felt his monster enter her. She tried to clamp down hard with her pussy lips, but she was so well lubricated that his erection just kept on coming. In fact, in the long run it was quite counter productive. The tightness of her pussy not only made the sensation better for the Breaker as he slowly pushed into her vagina, but it also sent uncontrollable waves of pleasure through Ms. Americana body as well.

“Oh yes. Squeeze those lips tight. I love the feel of pussy in the morning, or afternoon, or anytime for that matter,” he said as he continued his assault. The Breaker was about half way in, when he paused to reposition himself for his final assault. He leaned over her, looked into her eyes and said, “Time to feel the full fury of the ‘Thunder Down Under’.” And at that he lunged forward, pushing the rest of his full 12” long organ deep into her waiting pussy.

“Uuuarrrgh! Oh … oh … OH … Oh gawd …Ahh … I can’t … take … it! GET IT OUT! GET IT.... NNNGGGUUGGH!!”

“Yeah, fuck her good. Fuck her hard!” said Gooden.

He then started to really assault her pussy, by withdrawing it and then driving back into her like a piston. The rhythmic squishing sound as he pumped his member into her well lubricated vagina, echoed throughout the room.

‘Oh … got … uh … to … ah … get … ow … free,’ she thought to herself between thrusts. ‘can’t let him make me come again.’ But it was too late. Between the massive cock in her pussy and the sucking on her nipples, she was doomed.

She began to pant and moan as she felt another orgasm rising. Moaning with each thrust, she felt the wave of sexual pleasure build deep inside of her. As she was pounded, Peter continued to suck, squeeze, and pinch her breasts and nipples. This was really an assault designed to bring about sexual release, not some tender love making. Now it was only about raw sex.

“This bitch is tight,” Breaker said as he continued to pump into her and felt her vagina clamp down on him. He himself could feel himself about to come also. And with one last thrust, he did.

“UUGH!” he screamed as he piled full tilt into her and felt himself come.

“UUGH!” was her only response as she felt him empty himself deep within her. This was just the shove she needed to be pushed over the edge, and she too came again.

“AAAAAAAAAwwwww hhhhhhgggggghghhhhhh.”

‘Oh nooooooo. Not again. I can feel myself weakening. One more like that and I’m tamed,’ she thought to herself. ‘They’re really going to rape me into submission.’

“Before we break you, I want to know who you really are,” said Ms. Bed, as she approached the still heaving Ms. Americana. The Breaker by now had removed himself from her pussy.

“NO!!!! NOT THAT!” she screamed as she realized that she was about to be exposed.

Gooden leaned forward, grabbed her mask and pull it off of her head.

“WHAT! Are you serious?” she said as she sat back.

“Who is it?” Audrey said from the couch where she was sitting with her legs splayed open as she was holding onto the head of the other sorority girl to make sure that the girl’s tongue didn’t leave Audrey’s pussy.

“This is too good to be true. Not only are we fucking Ms. Americana, but were also fucking none other than that bitch, Brenda Wade! Audrey, … get me ‘The Bitch Tamer Kit’, NOW!” she yelled.

Audrey jumped up, knocking the other girl on her butt, and ran out the door and down the hall to Gooden’s room to get her favorite strap-on dildo and nipple clips.

“Untie the bitch and reposition her on her knees,” Gooden ordered. The boys quickly did what they were told, as they knew that if they didn’t she may very well use the strap-on on them. The very thought of that sent cold chills down their spines.

“Oh gawd, no,” Ms. Americana sobbed as she was repositioned.

Gooden was undressing as everyone was doing their task, so she was ready and waiting for Audrey when she returned. Audrey quickly helped her on with it, and handed her the lubricating cream.

“No, if she’s not wet enough now, tough shit. In fact, I just may very well take her up her corn hole as she is, right now first,” as she crawled onto the bed between Ms. Americana’s thighs. “Peter, her mouth is available. I’m sure you can think of something to stuff in it so that we don’t have to hear her constantly whining.”

Peter positioned himself in front of her face, and pulled her face up so that he could look into her eyes.

“You’re a good kisser, Ms. Americana. Now let’s see what else that mouth of yours is good for,” said Peter as he lunged forward and wiped his cock over her face. He then stared bumping the tip against her lips. By now she was too weak to resist so she reluctantly opened her mouth and accepted his manhood.

“There, that’s a goooood girl,” he said condescendingly as he held onto her hair and thrust his javelin in and out of her not so willing mouth. “Come on, roll that tongue around my cock. Don’t just let it go in and out, I want to feel some suction action going on, slut.”

And at that she started to become more actively involved in her forced blow job.

Meanwhile, at the other end, Gooden had positioned herself behind her derriere.

“Oh I have wanted to do this to you for so long, Brenda, and now I finally have my chance. I hope this doesn’t hurt too much,” she said sarcastically. And at that, she thrust forward with all her might with the dildo aimed right at her asshole.

“MMMMMDMFMGMMHJHGJJGFGM,” was all that came out of her cock filled mouth, for Peter had intentionally thrust forward into her mouth and pulled her head toward him, at the precise moment that Gooden thrust into her from behind.

The two of them then started a rhythm. As Brenda was pulled back onto Gooden’s dildo, Peter let his cock out of her mouth, then when he pulled her forward to swallow his cock, Gooden came out of her ass.

They continued this double assault, till Peter exclaimed, “I’m coming.” And at that he pulled her head forward one last time and exploded into the back of her throat. He continued to twitch and he felt himself empty into her mouth.

“Okay now. Swallow it, slut,” he said. He then felt her tongue and whole mouth go into suction as she swallowed all of his jism. “Good slut,” he replied as he extracted himself from her mouth.

“Turn her over onto her back,” said Gooden as she too extracted herself from Brenda’s body. The boys quickly turned Ms. Americana over. “Now pull her legs up.” The boys then grabbed her legs and pulled them apart and toward her head so that her crotch was fully exposed. “Attach the clamps.”

Audrey attached the clamps first to one of Ms. Americana’s nipples then to the other one. They were attached to each other by a wire, and there was a wire that came off of that one that was about 6 feet long with a small plug at the other end. Audrey then pulled it into the belt that Gooden was wearing.

“Now for the other hole.”

“no … please … I … can’t … handle …another … orgasm. You’ll … break … me.”

“But don’t you see? That’s what we intended all along,” Gooden said with a glee in her voice as she entered Brenda’s upturned pussy.

“Come on now, just one more come and it will be all over. You won’t have to worry about being a superheroine anymore. In fact you won’t have to worry about much of anything after that. The only thing you’ll have to worry about is how many cocks you’ve sucked, and pussy’s you’ve eaten, and how many times you’ve been fucked.”

She then started to go in and out of her pussy, faster and faster.

Ms. Americana could feel the sexual tension rising again within her body. ‘no, I can’t let her tame me. I must not let it happen, again,’ she thought.

Gooden too could feel her rising, and thought this was the perfect moment.

“Now for the finale.” She then reached down and flipped a switch on her belt. This turned on a little motor inside of the dildo and it started to vibrate.

“OH GAWD!!!!” shouted Ms. Americana. “No, I must not come.”

“Oh but you will, slut. Right now.” And at that, Gooden flipped another switch and tiny electrical circuit was completed. A small charge went down the wire, up to the nipple clips, and into Brenda’s body. It was then looking for a way to complete the circuit and it found it. Right through Brenda’s clit that was touching an electrode that was on Gooden’s belt.

The massive sensations of the spark in her nipples, her clit and the vibrating dildo were too much for the weakened superheroine and the orgasmic wave hit her like a tsunami. She was so weak that every nerve in her body exploded in one giant orgasm.

“AAAAAAUAUUAUUAUAUAUUUUGHGHGHGHGGH!!!!!” she screamed. Her scream was that of total and utter sexual defeat. Her body bucked and thrashed about from the orgasm, but she was broken and tamed. “Oh gawd ... I'm broken.”

Her orgasm had also triggered an orgasm in Gooden Bed and she too let out a howl.

“OHHHH YESSSSSS! I’VE DONE IT! I’VE FUCKED MS. AMERICANA INTO SUBMISSION!”

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“Get her cleaned up,” said Gooden. “There’s another superheroine cunt to bust downstairs.”

Turning to look directly into Ms. Americana’s eyes, Dr. David Boggs squeezed her breast one last time as he said, “I can’t wait to feel the back of Flag Slut’s throat with the head of my cock. Hmmm, I just realized something. If you are really Brenda Wade, than that means that Flag Girl is probably that stuck up, goodie-two shoes, bitch Lydia Willis. Man, she’s the most sought after virgin on campus. Not only by the students, but a lot of the faculty want to nail her pussy, as well.”

“I’ve wanted to fuck her ever since she came into my office with another one of her touchie-feelie, save the whales, hug a tree, fight for the current cause-de-jour. Listening to her rant on and on, reminded me of a joke. Want to hear it?”

The drained former superheroine gave no response.

“Okay, here it goes: They just conducted a poll to determine why men liked getting a blow job.
     3% like them for the warmth;
     4% liked them for the sensation; and
     93% liked them for the silence.”

David bust up laughing at his own joke. “Ha, ha, ha, ha, I can’t wait to shut her mouth up with my cock and to pop her cherry,” he said with a smirk.

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Minutes later downstairs, Gooden entered the room where they had taken Flag Girl. Standing in the center, still tied up, stood Flag Girl. Standing on either side of her were Sarah and another girl. Flag Girl exclaimed, “When I get loose, there will be hell to pay for this.”

“Gawd, do you and Ms. Americunt have the same speech writer? That’s the exact same thing that she said upstairs … just before we fucked her into submission,” said Gooden, now dressed in a beach robe.

“NOO! That couldn’t have happened.”

“But it did … behold Rho Mu Sigma Sigma Upsilon’s newest fuck toy … Ms. Americunt,” said Gooden, who with a flourish, waved her arm behind her, and in walked Ms. Americana. The girls had redressed her, well partially redressed her, in her costume. Her bikini top was hooked in the back, the right strap was over her shoulder, and the right cup did encompass her right breast. However, it was riding high and a significant part of the lower portion of her tit was hanging out from underneath. In addition, the left strap wasn’t pulled over her shoulder. In fact her arm wasn’t even through it. It hung limply against her body as the left cup was pulled down and her entire left tit was exposed. Her nipple was erect and a tender shade of red. It was quite obvious that it have been worked over quite thoroughly.

Her bikini bottoms were stretched tight between her legs and the material at her crotch, which should have covered her most private and tender part, had been stuffed up her pussy and her pussy lips now enfolded the material. Her shaved pussy was stretched out on both sides of the material for all the world to see.

She did not walk in like the proud superheroine that just minutes ago she was. No, she kind of wobbled into the room, almost as if she were drunk. But she wasn’t. It was the kind of walk one would expect of a woman who had just had the fucking of her life.

David walked up behind her and reached around her body to steady her and grabbed hold of Ms. Americana’s left tit.

“Mmmmmm, superheroine tit. There is absolutely nothing finer in the world than grabbing a hand full of superheroine tit,” he said. “And the nipple … superb,” he added as he pinched her left nipple and pulled it straight out from her body.

“Owww … please …” she pitifully moaned, unable to even raise her arms in protest.

David left go of her nipple and her breast bounced back into position.

“Well, there might be one thing better … her cunt,” he said as he reached around with his other hand and clamped it over her mons veneris. He then started rubbing his middle finger up and down her pussy, pushing the material both harder against her clit, and deeper into her pussy.

Ohhh … yes … that feels so good,” said the broken superheroine leaning her head back against his shoulder.

“NOOOOO,” cried Flag Girl.

“Get me a beer,” said Gooden.

She was quickly handed a beer bottle and she twisted off the cap then took a swig.

“Flag Girl seems a little up tight. I think she needs a drink,” said Gooden. “Ms. Amerislut, why don’t you serve your protégé the beer, all of it.”

Ms. Americana walked over and took the beer bottle from Gooden’s outstretched arm. As she approached Flag Girl, Sarah grabbed a hand full of hair and violently pulled her head back. Flag Girl could not physically keep her mouth shut and stood there with her mouth agape.

Ms. Americana started to pour the beverage into her mouth, but she clamped her throat closed and it spilled out of the sides of her mouth.

“Give it here,” Gooden ordered. The bottle was now a quarter empty, so Gooden went over to the wet bar and got a bottle of tequila. She then filled up the bottle the rest of the way with the tequila.

“Make her swallow this.”

With Flag Girl’s head still pulled back, Sarah then pinched her nose shut so that she couldn’t breath through it.

“Now, make her deep throat it,” Gooden ordered, and Ms. Americana complied. She didn’t just pour the liquid in, she jammed the bottle into her mouth so that her lips wrapped around it.

“If you ever want to breath again, sweetie, you’d better swallow it all,” Sarah told her.

And at that she started to swallow the liquid. Having not been accustomed to alcohol, she felt it burn as it flowed down her throat.

When the bottle was empty, it was pulled from her mouth and Sarah let go of her head. Flag Girl sputtered and coughed as she threw her head forward. She could already feel the alcohol starting to course through her body.

“Now, Ms. Americana,” said David, “prepare me so that I can fuck your precious little Flag Girl into submission.”

“NOOO. Don’t do it Ms. Americana. Fight this. We can beat them. Don’t let them make you do this,” Flag Girl pleaded as she saw her mentor and friend start to unbutton his shirt. She then pushed it over his shoulders and off of his body.

He stood there bare-chested as she dropped down to her knees. From there, she reached up and unbuckled and unzipped David’s pants and pulled them and his underpants to the floor. He then sat down on the bed and raised his feet so that she could pull them and his shoes and socks off. He now sat before the defeated superheroine with his cock at half staff.

As Ms. Americana started to lean in, David stopped her. “Wait, I’ve always wanted to feel her lips wrapped around my cock. Get her over her,” he commanded.

Ms. Americana got up and pulled Flag Girl by the arm over between his legs and forced her to her knees. She was surprised at how easily her legs collapsed as she started to really feel the tequila.

“Take it in your mouth,” he said as he reached forward and grabbed a fist full of hair.

“Please don’t makmmmm …” she tried to say as his cock enter her mouth. Despite her protests, his member quickly and easily slid into her waiting mouth. Her lips closed around his shaft and she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. As he started to pull it out, her cheeks puckered in. Her cheeks then suddenly bulged back out as he then trust himself back into her mouth.

“Oh … my … gawd,” he said. “You are one good cock sucker. I always thought that you would be a good one.”

After a few minutes of sucking, he stopped her.

“Good girl. You make a real nice cocksucker, Flag Cunt,” he sneered. “I’m ready for the main event. Prepare her to be impaled.”

“Oh gawd … no … shhtop it. Msh Americana,” she pleaded, with slightly tequila slurred speech, to her mentor as the sorority girls pulled her shorts and panties down and off.

“I’m ready. Get her up here,” he said as he lay back on the bed. “I want her directly over my cock.”

Ms. Americana pulled the teen to her feet and maneuvered Flag Girl onto the bed so that her puffy lips were right over his rock hard prick.

He looked in Flag Girls eyes and was met with a stare of pleading. He could tell from her eyes that she was saying, ‘please don’t fuck me.’

“Tickle her lips with my cock, Ms. Americunt,” he said.

She grabbed his manhood and wiggled it against her ward’s pussy lips. Flag Girl moaned as the head brushed her pussy lips.

“Before she’s fucked, make sure she’s wet. Ms. Americunt, finger fuck Flag Girl.”

Ms. Americana reached between Flag Girl’s legs from behind and started to stroke her pussy.

“NOOOO. Pleashhh don’t make her do … OWWWWHHHHH,” she yelped as she felt Ms. Americana insert her middle finger into her pussy.

David smiled at the sight of the once mighty superheroine, finger fucking her youthful sidekick.

“Don’t go in too deep. Remember, I get to break her hymen,” he smirked. “Is she ready?” he asked.

“Yes ... she’s nice and wet,” Ms. Americana said dejectedly. The tequila had really gotten her juices flowing.

“Now then, grab hold of her waist and when I tell you, press her down so that YOU cause her to be impaled on my cock.”

Flag Girl, realizing the implications of what was about to happen, mentally tried to resist, and tried to squeeze her pussy tight. ‘If I can concentrate, maybe I can beat him,’ she thought. But the alcohol was overwhelming her senses.

Ms. Americana, meanwhile, grabbed her by the waist and held the squirming girl.

“Now for the real humiliation, Flag Girl. You never thought that your guardian, Brenda Wade, would be the one to betray you and help you loose your virginity now, did you, Lydia?” he said.

“WHAT?!?!?!” Flag Girl screamed and opened her eyes in wild excitement as she realized the true extent to which Ms. Americana had been broken. She was not just broken, but she had been exposed and they knew both of their real identities. The shock broke her concentration.

“NOW,” he said, and at that, Brenda pushed Lydia down onto David’s cock, which entered her well lubricated pussy like a hot knife through butter. Her hymen proved to be of little protection for the rock hard, male javelin.

Lydia let out a scream as his cock not only took her virginity, but also filled her pussy to capacity.

“OOwwww … Aaahhhhh …uuuuuuuhhh.”

“OHHHHH … GGGGAAAAWWWDDD …,” he yelled. “She is one tight slut.” And at that he grabbed her waist and started to pound her up and down.

“Ohh … Yesss … Aww … Ehh …” she moaned as his member when in and out of her now defenseless pussy.

“Come here, Brenda,” said Gooden who had situated herself on a comfy chair. “My pussy is just waiting to feel your tongue slide all over it.” Ms. Americana came over to the house mother and knelt between her legs and leaned forward.

“Wait. Sarah, give her a drink, too.”

Sarah came over with the tequila bottle and stood to the side of the kneeling Ms. Americana.

“Time for a drink, honey,” she said as she grabbed hold of Ms. Americana’s mane and pulled it back as she had done to Flag Girl. The broken Ms. Americana didn’t resist and swallowed the liquid as Sarah poured it into her mouth.

“Good girl,” Gooden said as Sarah stopped pouring. “Now get that tongue to work.”

Ms. Americana leaned forward, extended her tongue, and started to lap up Gooden’s wet pussy. Gooden grabbed her head and pulled it down hard and fast on to her own cunt, intentionally grinding it against the defeated superheroines face.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you Brenda, for the longest time. Your stuck up attitude at those Board of Governor’s meetings irked me to no end. I always thought that the best thing that you needed was a good fucking. Gawd, and now to find out that you are not only a good fuck, but you’re turning out to be a good pussy licker, too.”

Meanwhile, Flag Girl continued to moan as she threw her head back and writhed on his human spike. Then it happened. The initial stab of pain as he broke through her hymen was replaced by one of ecstasy.

“Oh gawd … I’m CUMMMMMMING,” she yelled. And at that, practically every muscle in her body tensed up as the sexual tension exploded and raced through her body, and she collapsed onto his chest.

David then reached around behind her and undid the clasps that held her top in place. He then pulled it out from between them, threw it to the floor and pushed her body up so that he could look at her bare breast.

“Man, these are real too,” he said as he grabbed each and squeezed them. He then pinched each erect nipple and pulled her body back down to his so that he could suck on her tits.

After sucking on each of them for a while, he rolled the two of them over so that he was on top and she was lying on her back on the bed.

He then started to lay into Lydia, again, hard and fast, nailing her deep into the bed. He then reached down and pulled her boot covered legs up, into the air, and deposited them on his shoulders. He then leaned forward and grabbed hold of her pert breasts.

“Gooden had it in for Brenda, and I’ve had it in for you, Lydia. Every time you came into my office with another complaint about some ‘inappropriate’ activity that you’d seen, or every feel-good, tree-hugging, whale-saving cause you had, my only thought was ‘I’d love to put you on my desk and fuck your brains out.’ And now I’m doing it.”

And at that he really started banging her good.

“I’m cumming … again …” she wailed as she arched her back and another orgasm hit her hard.

“Me too,” he said as he pulled out of her. He then exploded his love juice all over her body. Most of it landed on her belly and tits, but some of it made it to her face and lips.

“Mind if I borrow Brenda for a bit?” he asked Gooden.

“Right … after … I … uhhhhhh … awwww … AWWW … CUMMMMMM!” she screamed as she clamped her legs together, trapping Brenda’s head at her pussy. After she wound back down, she said, “Okay, she’s all yours.”

“Come here Ms. Americunt, and lick my spunk off of your protégés body.”

Ms. Americana crawled over and started licking Flag Girl’s belly making sure that she got all of his cream. She worked her way up her body to her tits.

“Make sure you lick all of them. … Just to make sure you get all of it,” he said.

Brenda licked the teen’s tits paying particular attention to her nipples.

“owwww … that … feels … so … nice,” Flag Girl said as Ms. Americana finished cleaning her body with her tongue.

“Well, this won’t,” said Gooden. Ms. Americana looked up to see that Gooden was wearing The Bitch Tamer dildo. She cringed, knowing what was about to happen to her young ward.

“I’m sorry,” she said turning to the girl. “I thought I could protect you.”

“Well, you couldn’t,” Gooden directed to Ms. Americana. Then speaking back to Flag Girl she said, “Time to meet the Bitch Tamer. This is how I broke Ms. Amerislut, and this is how I’m gonna break your pussy, too.” And at that, Sarah attached the electrode, nipple clips to her body and to the power source on Gooden’s belt.

“EWWWWEWAAAAAHHHHHH,” she screamed as the clips pinched her nipples.

“You ain’t felt nothing yet, slut,” said Gooden as she positioned herself between Flag Girl’s thighs. “Say bye-bye.” And at that Gooden plunged the dildo to the hilt into Flag Girl’s pussy.

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Nobody in the house paid any attention to the sounds of Flag Girl’s orgasm or earlier to Ms. Americana’s orgasms, they were all too busy with their own fuck-a-thon.

But now it was later and it was time for some trick-or-treating.

As the party wound down, final preparations were being made to go out trick or treating. The well fucked and tamed former superheroines had been cleaned up. They were now redressed in their costumes complete only they were furnished with obviously fake, store bought, belts. The women were on their knees in the center of the room with all of the ‘guests’ looking on.

David was sitting in a comfy chair gently stroking the hair of one of the sorority girls as she gave him a blow job.

Two of the sorority girls grabbed Flag Girls arms and brought them behind her back, while two of the frat boys do the same to Ms. Americana’s arms. Next, almost ceremoniously, two jewelry-type boxes are brought out. When they were opened, it was revealed that they contained two brand new, bright red ball gags. These were brought to the defeated superheroines, who, without much prodding, after all, they were broken, opened their mouths and readily accepted the gags.

Next, two collars were brought in and wrapped around the pretty necks of the two women and snapped into place.

“And now for the final touch …” Gooden Bed said. She then walked forward and attached a leash to each of the collars. She then handed Ms. Americana’s leash to Audrey and Flag Girl’s leash to Sarah.

“Up sluts,” Audrey commanded. “Let’s go. Didn’t we tell you last week what we were going to do to you this week?” And as they walked out the front door, a cheer went up from the gathered crowed.

Since they were located in the very last house on Frat row, their very next door neighbor was the first one they approached.

As the crowd gathered on the front porch, to look over at the neighbor’s house, they looked on as the two former superheroines were forced to kneel, and Sarah rang the door bell.

As the door opened, the two girls shouted, “Trick or Treat!”

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