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Ms. Americana, Flag Girl, Green Specter and Specter Girl are the property of Mr. X and permission was granted to use and abuse them to my little heart’s content. All others are pigments of my fertile imagination.

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This story contains very descriptive scenes of sex, bondage and rape. If you are offended by the description of, or do not like to read such material, LEAVE NOW

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Ms. Americana: Rio Sur La Mer

(MF, bond, nc, rp, oral, MC, older/younger)

A fictitious story by “b4i4q”

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POP!

TINK!

The cork of the champagne bottle shot out and hit the chandelier of Brenda Wade’s mansion.

“YYYYYEEEESSSSSS,” shouted Brenda Wade.

“YIPPPPEEEEE,” echoed Axanna Summer. “Can you believe it? We may have finally won!”

“I know,” said Brenda as she poured the champagne into her's and Axanna’s glasses. “We may have actually beaten R&R Enterprises and prevented them from ever building any type of ‘adult’ entertainment complex anywhere near Delta City. Read it again.”

“Okay,” Axanna blushed.

“Without your stories . . .” said Brenda.

“and your rallying opposition groups . . .” added Axanna.

“We would have never been able to beat them,” said Brenda.

“Yes, I’ll bet Frankie and Woody are fuming about that right about now.” Raising her glass, Brenda said, “Here’s to winning the war against R&R Enterprises. We won't have to deal with them anytime soon.”

“Cheers,” they both said as they clinked glasses.

CLINK!

“Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan have been the pain in our ass long enough,” said Frankie Remal, COO of R&R Enterprises to his business partner. “They have blocked, stonewalled, or put under ‘environmental review’ every attempt we’ve made to establish one of our adult entertainment complexes in Delta City. Brenda got the business and civic leaders and groups to think that our casino would attract the wrong types of people. Then gets the banks to refuse to finance us, then to pull that fast one of revealing that her family owns the land that we want.”

“And Axanna starts pumping out editorials in her newspaper against the evils and sin of gambling and then does that series about one of our other resorts. We have GOT to find a way to get them either out of the picture or on our side. But how?” stormed Frankie.

“Well, let’s review where we’ve been successful,” said Woody Rusoir, CEO for R&R Enterprises. “In all the other cities, we’ve been able to get control of the political and business leaders through their girlfriends or wives . . .”

“Yeah, and I don’t think that Brenda or Axanna have either,” replied Frankie in disgust.

“As I was saying, in the past we’ve used girlfriends or wives to get control of them. Then we pull strings from the background to get what we want, right?” continued Woody as he seemingly absent mindedly flipped through an issue of some tabloid rag.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. What are you getting at?”

“So, we find another way to get to them, we find someone else, like their youthful ward and daughter perhaps,” Woody said as he tossed the open magazine across the coffee table to his partner. There on the page was a picture of Lydia Willis and Summer Morgan enjoying themselves at a celebrity party. A smile crept over Frankie’s face as it dawned on him where Woody was going with his idea.

“Did you get one, too?” asked Lydia on her cell phone to her friend Summer Morgan.

“Yes, can you believe it? An all expense paid vacation for one week in the Caribbean,” Summer answered back excitedly. “But knowing our Mom’s we probably won’t be able to go.”

“We just need to ask them in the right way. You guys are supposed to come over for dinner tonight anyway, so let’s ask them then. See you tonight.”

Later that night during dinner…

“So, in conclusion, we’ve kept up on our studies, our grades are really good, and it’s the start of the winter break between semesters,” said Lydia, speaking for herself and Summer, to Brenda and Axanna.

“I have a sneaking suspicion that the girls want to do something over winter break and they think that we may not approve,” said Axanna to Brenda.

“I think you’re right,” replied Brenda. “Even clients don’t lay it on this thick when they want something. Ok, truth out. What little plan have you two conniving vixens been concocting? What is it that you want to do over winter break? Hmmm?”

At that, Summer came around the table and placed their invitations in front of their respective parents.

Brenda read it:

“Please? Can we go?” begged the girls in unison.

“Why not?” said Axanna. “If anything it will keep them out of our hair for a week,” she chuckled.

“Sure. Enjoy yourselves and have fun, but like always, take along your costumes,” added Brenda, then to Axanna, “It survived a couple of hurricanes, but I’m not sure it will survive our girls.”

“YIPPIE,” squealed the girls, jumping up and down and hugging each other. “Look out Caribbean, here we come.”

“Oh man, this is wonderful,” said Summer as she and Lydia lay on the massage tables out on the covered patio overlooking the deep, rich blue, bay that the resort Rio Sur La Mer was built around. The tranquil serenity was broken only by the sound of a seaplane takeoff.

The female masseuses had been massaging them with oils for the past 20 minutes or so. They wore bikini tops and short wrap around skirts in the bright Caribbean colors and patterns. The girls could have been twins, both strikingly tall, blonds with almost identical 35C chests. Even their names were similar, Kiki and Jojo.

Lydia and Summer lay nude on the tables with only a small cloth covering their butts.

The two masseuses looked over at each other, smiled and gave a slight nod.

“Time to roll over so we can do your front,” said Kiki.

“Do we have to?” Lydia teasingly whined.

“Yes, you have to,” said Jojo with a knowing slight smirk.

The two girls slowly rolled over onto their backs. It took time because they were relaxed, not only from the massage from also from the margaritas that they had been consuming.

Once they were on their backs, Jojo and Kiki placed aroma therapy eye pads over their eyes, then pulled headphones out from under the table and placed them on the girls heads.

“What’s this?” asked Summer.

“It’s just mood music to help you relax,” replied Kiki.

Jojo started the boom box and light, soft music and ethereal jungle sounds filled the headphones. Unknown to the girls was that there was also hypnotic-mind control frequencies being played that were beginning to worm their way into the sub-consciousness of Lydia and Summer. Jojo also started a tape recorder.

The girls closed their eyes and started to drift off into that unknown world twixt sleep and reality as Jojo and Kiki went back to work massaging their bodies. The girls loved the feel of the women’s hands on their skin and the lotion made their bodies extra sensitive to their touch. The lotion was applied generously to the girls body starting at their feet and working their way up the leg.

At a flip of a switch, the table began to spread apart the girls legs.

Almost under her breath, Summer said, “what’s happening?”

“Oh, this will just allow us better access to your legs so that we can massage them,” Kiki replied standing between her spread thighs, as she dragged her fingernails down the inside of Summer’s sensitive thigh.

You see, for the second part of the massage, they had one order, to arouse the girls as much as possible without bringing them off. The lotion helped as it was a special formula developed by R&R Enterprises that had mind control properties. The chemicals worked their way into the body and after being suitably aroused, the person would become a virtual sex slave to whom ever brought them to orgasm next.

Summer, caught a quick breath as Kiki finished dragging her fingernails, as did Lydia as Jojo did the same to her.

Both women then bent down and softly blew onto the girls pussy lips, and watched the soft pubic hairs gently move to their breath. Summer and Lydia were not the first girls to fall victim to the skills of Jojo and Kiki, and both Summer and Lydia quivered as a reaction to the sensory assault on their nether regions. Their breathing also quickened.

They then moved around to the side and applied the lotion to the girls belly and massaged it into their skin. They then moved up and applied the lotion to the girls breasts. Kiki and Jojo smiled with glee to each other and then grabbed the girls tits and massaged them to their hearts content. This nearly sent the girls over the edge, but Kiki and Jojo were too much of an expert to let that happen.

But now was also the time to start the interrogation, so as they continued to massage the heaving chests of Summer and Lydia, they started to ask them questions, in soft gentle, almost whisper-like voices.

“So, Lydia, Brenda Wade is a really powerful women. Really strong. But to be so strong, she must also have a weakness. Tell Jojo what it is. . .”

The hypnotic effect of the music, plus the margaritas, plus the massage, was too much for Lydia to overcome, and she began to tell her most inner secrets about Brenda Wade.

“Well, if you take away her power belt, she’s only as strong as a normal woman, and if you bring her to orgasm, she won’t be able to use her power belt until she has a chance to recharge,” she said dreamily.

Kiki and Jojo snickered at the comment and thought this girl is really out of it. Power belts and orgasms.

“Sounds like she’s some kind of superheroine,” said Jojo sarcastically while looking over at Kiki.

“She is. She’s Ms. Americana.”

Jojo jumped back almost as if she had touched a live wire. After regaining her composure and returning her palms to Lydia’s breasts, she continued to question Lydia.

“You mean that the mighty Ms. Americana is in reality Brenda Wade?” Jojo asked.

“ . . . yes . . .”

“So, who is her faithful sidekick, Flag Girl?”

“Why me, silly,” Lydia replied.

Kiki and Jojo’s eyes grew as wide as saucers at the stunning revelation. Normally when they seduced and interrogated women it was usually to just get some nice juicy dirt on some ones husband or boyfriend so that Woody and Frankie could blackmail them into doing what they wanted. This was better information than they had EVER gotten.

Jojo nudged with her head, indicating that Kiki should ask Summer the same thing.

Kiki continued to massage and manipulate Summer’s breasts as she leaned down to her and asked, “And what superheroine is YOUR mother?” She wasn’t really expecting an answer, she was just more or less playing along with Jojo’s question. That is, until Summer spoke.

“My mother is Green Specter,” said Summer.

After another stunned silence, Kiki continued, “ . . . and you are . . .” letting the statement hang in the air.

“Specter Girl.”

The news was almost too incredible to behold. Here, lying naked before Jojo and Kiki, were the sidekicks of two of Delta City’s superheroines, Ms. Americana and Green Specter. Not only were they lying there naked, Jojo and Kiki were massaging and manipulating their mounds of tit flesh.

Kiki paused for a moment and told Summer, “I’ll be right back. I’ve got to check on the next phase of your ‘treatment’.” As Kiki went out into the open space and pulled out her cell phone, Jojo bent down and started to lick the girls nipples as she continued to question the two girls. “So tell me all about Ms. Americana and Green Specter . . .”

Out on the open deck, in hushed tones, Kiki said, “Both of you get over here NOW! . . . NO, this can’t wait till the normal debriefing.”

On the other end of the call, Woody, said, “Explain?”

“I’ll let the girls,” said Kiki. Walking back inside, she held the phone over Summer’s mouth.

Woody and Frankie listened on the speaker phone as they heard Summer say, “No, Mom, as Green Specter, doesn’t have any superpowers like Brenda, I mean, Ms. Americana, but she is an expert in martial arts.”

Woody and Frankie looked at each other in stunned disbelief at the revelation.

Lifting the phone back up to her head, Kiki asked, “Did you get that?”

“We’re on our way!” yelled Frankie as the two of them ran out of the office and jumped in their little golf cart-type electric car and sped over to where Lydia and Summer were staying.

As they walked out onto the veranda, they were met by the sight of the two 19 year-old girls, lying naked on the massage tables. Kiki was sucking and massaging Summer's breasts while Jojo was fingering Lydia's pussy. The girls were moaning with pleasure.

“So, our arch nemeses in Delta City are really Ms. Americana and Green Specter,” said Woody as he came up behind Jojo, reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands.

“Uh hun,” moaned Jojo as he tweaked her nipples. “And Lydia is in reality Flag Girl, and Summer is in reality Specter Girl.”

Woody looked over at Frankie, who was also feeling up Kiki. “Which one do you want, Flag Girl or Specter Girl?” he asked as he pulled the knots loose that held up Jojo’s skirt and bikini bottom.

“I’m more partial to the color green, so I’ll take Specter Girl,” he replied.

“Ok then. I see you've warmed them up for us. Let’s do it,” said Woody.

As they walked around to the foot of the table, Jojo and Kiki hit a switch which lowered and tilted the heads of the girls backwards, making sure that the eye masks were taken off first.

Jojo and Kiki stood at the head of the table with their bare pussies (Frankie had also removed Kiki’s bottom) just inches from the girls mouths, and continued to massage and tweak the girls breast as the two 40 year old gentlemen dropped their shorts and walked around between the two girls openly splayed legs.

With a nod from Woody, the men stepped forward and rammed their cocks into the wet, exposed pussies of the girls. The girls opened their mouths to scream at the sudden onslaught, but before the girls could say a thing, Jojo and Kiki stepped forward and started to grind their pussies onto the open mouths of the two superheroine girls. At the same time, they both squeezed the breasts and pinched the nipples of the girls.

Meanwhile, the men and grabbed hold of the girls hands and had intertwined their fingers and were using it as leverage to really pound their pussies.

With such a triple assault on their pussies, breasts and mouths, and since the lotion has heightened all of their senses, the girls didn’t stand a chance. They started to lick Jojo’s and Kiki’s pussy.

“Wow, these girls are good,” said Jojo, her eyes fluttering.

The men continued their jousting attack on the girls pussy’s.

“Man, I forgot how tight a 19 year-olds pussy was,” said Woody.

“Yeah, me too,” added Frankie. “The last time was when we used the original formula, before we got the sex slave imprint portion right, on those high school cheerleaders. Gawd, were they HOT.”

When it was obvious that the two superheroine girls were about to come, Kiki and Jojo stepped away so that the sexual mind control imprint would only be on Woody and Frankie. As they did, they then stepped into each other’s arms and gave each other a deep, full tongue, French kiss, while one hand of each came down and started fingering the others pussy.

“Cum for me, bitch,” cried Frankie as he increased his rhythm on Summer’s pussy.

“Oh, yes, aaahhhhhHHHHHHHHH,” was her response as she came with an earth shattering scream.

The sound of Summer cumming was too much for Lydia and she came on Woody’s prick soon after.

“Ohhhh myyyy gaaaaawwwwdddd. AAHHHHHH,” was what escaped her mouth as she arched her back and came.

Brenda Wade’s cell phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Brenda, You have got to come on out and join us.”

“Lydia? Nice to hear from you. What are you talking about?”

“At the resort. Turns out that so many people didn’t respond to the invitation that they now have extra villa’s available. They are offering the same deal to any of our friends or family. Not only that, they’ve extended the offer to two weeks. Please? Won’t you join us?” Lydia pleaded.

“Well, it has been a stressful couple of months battling R&R Enterprises. A week long break may be just what I need,” Brenda sighed.

“That would be great. I’ll fax you the info. Bye.”

Almost immediately, her fax machine started spitting out a message.

Brenda had no sooner picked it off of the machine, sat down again and swivled around in her chair to look out the bay window when Axanna Summer stormed into her office.

“Brenda. Did you just get a call from Lydia inviting you to join them?”

“Why yes I did. I just got the fax with the details,” she said holding up the fax. "How did you know?”

“Because Summer also just called me begging me to join her because the place is practically empty.”

“Yeah, that’s what Lydia said. Something about a lot of no shows and extra villas. I was thinking about going, what about you?” Brenda said.

“I was too, but now there’s a problem. I think the girls are in danger. Somethings just not right.”

“What ARE you talking about, Axanna?,” asked Brenda.

“Come here and look at this,” Axanna said as she dragged Brenda out of her chair and toward her private restroom located off her office.

Standing in front of the sink and mirror, Axanna said, “Here, look at this.”

“Yeah, it’s the fax from Rio Sur La Mer. What of it?”

“Who have we had the most trouble with the last couple of months? Who are the two men that will stop at nothing to build a new casino and adult entertainment complex in town?” asked Axanna.

“Frankie Remal and Woody Rusoir,” answered Brenda.

“Now. Look at the fax again but look at it this way,” said Axanna as she held it up so that they were reading it as a mirrored reflection.

Brenda’s jaw dropped. Stareing back at them, instead of Rio Sur La Mer, the words spelled out : reM aL ruS oiR

“REMAL RUSOIR! R&R Enterprises,” screamed Brenda. “Oh my Gawd! That’s too much of a coincidence.”

“That’s what I thought, too. That’s why I rushed over here. What are we going to do?”

“Well, since they say they have extra rooms, then I think the four of us should join them.”

“The four of us? Who else besides you and me?” asked Axanna.

“I think we should invite Ms. Americana and Green Specter along. And the best part is, they won’t know that they will be coming. We will have the advantage. Come on. Let’s get packing.”

“Did we do alright?” implored Summer.

“Yes, the phone call was perfect,” replied Frankie.

“So . . . may we have our reward?” asked Lydia in a coyish voice as she and Summer stood in front of Woody and Frankie who were lounging on a couch on the covered veranda out by their private pool.

Actually, it wasn’t Summer and Lydia who stood there, but Specter Girl and Flag Girl.

Specter Girl stood there, her legs bare above her black vinyl, calf high, stiletto heeled boots. On her hips, she wore skin tight, black Daisy Duke, short-shorts which had twin zippers of yellow starting at the waist and going part way down each leg. Above her bare midriff, she wore her dark green, front laced, leather bustier that hung from her shoulders by two thin spaghetti straps, which morphed into yellow piping that eventually bisected her perky 36 inch tits.

Flag Girl also stood there in her red, white and blue costume. White stars covered the strapless blue top which encased her spectacular 36D breasts. She too had a bare midriff above her micro mini skirt that was red and white vertically striped. The skirt hugged her well rounded hips and ass. Her legs were bare too, down to her stiletto heeled red boots. Elbow length red opera gloves, a blue half-face mask, a blue choker, and her hair in a ponytail with bangs, finished off the ensemble. The only thing missing was her golden power belt. Woody trusted his mind-control lotion, but he also knew it was prudent to not take any chances even with a teenaged superheroine, so the belt was safely stowed away in a secret place.

“Yes. But only if you beg for it,” said Woody as he and Frankie dropped a couple of pillows on the deck between their legs as the girls walked over to the gentlemen.

“Please, may I suck your cock?,” asked Flag Girl and Specter Girl in unison as they knelt on the pillows and reached up and pulled the men’s swim trunks off.

“Well, if you insist,” the men replied. The girls then leaned forward, opened their mouths and swallowed the men’s semi erect cocks into their mouths.

As they bobbed their heads up and down, the men grew in both size and stature until they completely filled the girls mouths.

“Man. Is there anything in the world that is better than a 19 year-old’s mouth wrapped around your cock?” asked Frankie.

“Only if that 19 year-old’s mouth belongs to a defeated superheroine,” replied Woody as he looked down and saw Flag Girl's blond head bob up and down on his shaft.

“So, do you think Brenda and Axanna suspect anything?” asked Frankie. “oh yeah . . . that’s so good . . .”

“Does it matter? We have the advantage since we control their sidekicks here, we know who they really are, and we know that they are coming,” replied Woody as he grabbed Flag Girl by her long blonde ponytail and started to really pound his cock into her mouth. “Since we have these two, why don’t we turn the boys loose on our soon to arrive guests, huh?”

The only response from Frankie’s end of the couch was a satisfied, “. . . ohhhh . . . yeah . . .”

“Hurry up and get settled in. Then we can get a bite to eat, then a massage, then a swim, then shopping, then a massage, then layout by the pool, then shopping, then a massage, then . . .,” babbled Lydia.

She and Summer were standing there in the seemingly standard uniform of the resort: a bikini top and bottom with a wrap-around skirt tied at the hip. The style was typical, bright, tropical Caribbean colors and patterns.

“Whoa, one thing at a time. Give us a chance to change, then we can get something to eat. We can decide over lunch what we want to do later, ok?” replied Brenda.

“Yes, by all means,” added Summer. “The dining area over looks the creek and the beach. It’s a real breathtaking view.”

“Okay, but first, we have to know something. Have either of you noticed anything suspicious going on? Have they tried to coerce you or take advantage of you in any way?” asked Brenda.

“No,” Lydia replied questioningly. “What are you talking about?”

“We have reason to believe that this is actually a front for Woody Rusoir and Frankie Remal. Have you seen either of them around?” asked Axanna.

“Boy are you two paranoid. All that has gone on here is a lot of partying and relaxing. When you two are done changing, come get us, we'll be right next door in our villa. Then we can get a bite and a massage. You’re going to love Kiki and Jojo. They give the BEST massages,” said Summer.

As they walked along the path to the dining area, walking in the opposite direction were two young men, in shorts, zorries [Ed. Note: flip flops], and tank tops, flipping a volleyball back and forth between them.

“Hi Thom. Hi Trent,” said Summer and Lydia in unison.

“Hi girls,” came the reply.

“Thom. Trent. I’d like you to meet our moms. This is my mother Axanna Morgan,” said Summer.

“And this is my guardian, Brenda Wade, but I consider her my real mother,” continued Lydia.

“How do you do?” the young men replied as they extended their hands to greet the women.

“Nice to meet you,” the women replied, shaking their hands in return.

“Mom’s? I thought they were your sisters. So, this is where you girls get your looks from,” said Trent with a sly smile.

“Flirt,” she said Lydia sarcastically, “We’re taking them to get some lunch. Want to join us?”

“Sorry. We’d love to be we’re off to practice. Enjoy yourselves,” said Trent.

“They’re pro beach volleyball players,” said Summer with a grin.

“I’m sure we’ll run into you boys later,” said Axanna.

“Oh, you can count on that,” said Thom as they passed each other and continued on their respective ways.

After they were out of earshot of the boys, Lydia whispered, “Aren’t they dreamy? And they’re only 20 years old.”

At the other end of the path, Thom said to Trent, “So, that’s what Ms. Americana and Green Specter look like. We’re going to have as much fun spiking their pussies as we did doing those two female Olympic Volleyball players.”

“Yeah, they stopped licking pussy after we were done with them,” Trent replied.

"Well, the girls light is finally out. They must have finally gone to bed," said Brenda, glancing over at the girls villa as she casually flipped through one of the resort sponsored magazines that showed all of the exciting activities that one could do while at Rio Sur La Mer.

“Well, I have to admit, that massage was fabulous, but they sure used an awful lot of lotion,” said Axanna from the bathroom.

“Yeah, it was good. Hey, I don’t know about your Summer, but my Lydia is not always the most observant. She could easily be blinded by the excitement of this free vacation and miss some really obvious signs,” said Brenda to Axanna, who was still in the bathroom. “I think it would be a good idea if we did our own investigating tonight. What do you think?”

“I’m way ahead of you,” replied Axanna as she emerged from the bathroom already dressed as Green Specter.

She was dressed in her dark green, French cut, strapless bodysuit with black, fishnet pantyhose that covered all of her exposed legs, thighs, and hips. The form fitting outfit surrounded and supported her 38DDs and made them very enticing. She wore a pair of dark green, vinyl, stiletto heeled, thigh high, boots. A black choker, with a green “GS” outlined in yellow, adorned her throat. She finished off the outfit with her mask and black opera gloves, and a black leather bolero jacket.

“I’m ready to go. What’s keeping you?” she giggled.

Brenda got off the bed and threw off her robe revealing that she was already in her Ms. Americana costume of red, white, and blue bikini top and panties, red boots and gloves, choker, and of course, her power belt.  “Nothing,” she said back, putting on her mask.

“I’ll head to the pool area first,” said Green Specter.

“Okay, and I’ll head down to the beach area. I’ll catch up with you in the quad and we’ll check out the administration building together. Good luck,” said Ms. Americana.

The two of them turned out the light and headed out onto the darkened porch and disappeared into the night.

From the darkened villa next door, Lydia spoke into the cell phone in hushed tones, "Looks like Ms. Americana is headed towards the beach."

And right next to her, Summer spoke into her cell phone, "And Green Specter is headed towards the pool area."

Green Specter worked her say through the shadows toward the pool area.

As she approached, she noticed two women pushing a laundry cart and picking up the used robes and towels that were strewn about.

“The hired help at these places are usually trained to ignore the guest, so if I just casually walk across the area, no one will notice me,” thought Green Specter.

She started across the deck as casually as possible. At the same time, one of the women started heading towards the basket carrying a large armful of towels that partially blocked her view.

As they passed each other by the pools edge, the women flipped her hip and knocked Green Specter into the shallow end of the pool.

“Oh my gosh! I didn’t see you. Oh, this is terrible. I’m so truly sorry. Please don’t tell the management. I could loose my job over this,” play acted Jojo as she dropped the towels and moved around to the steps, where Green Specter was heading, now that she had recovered her footing on the bottom of the pool. “Kiki, come give me a hand,” she said to the other woman.

“Are you alright?” asked Kiki as she hurried over to help.

“Yes, I’m fine, just drenched, that’s all,” replied Green Specter.

By now she had reached the edge and was starting to walk up the steps.

“Here, give me your hand. Let me help you up.” Jojo offered her outstretched hand to Green Specter who reached up and took it with her left hand. Once Jojo had a good grip, and Green Specter was almost to the top step, Jojo pulled hard and fast on Green Specter’s arm, practically dragging her out of the pool.

The sudden jerk threw her off balance and she tripped on the top step.

As Green Specter stagger forward, Kiki was standing there and threw a punch into her wet belly, doubling Green Specter over.

“Oooofff,” escaped from Green Specter’s lips.

Jojo let go of her hand and grabbing her by the hair, she raced her headfirst and bent over towards the above ground Jacuzzi. She was barely able to keep her feet beneath herself since her boots had filled with water. Jojo practically threw her at the edge, which caught Green Specter in the midsection, which caused her to fly face first into the bubbling water, her waist bent over the edge, her ass sticking up in the air and her legs flailing about above and water pouring out of her boots.

Jojo caught up with her and as Green Specter was trying to rise out of the water, Jojo pushed her head back down under.

Green Specter struggled to push down on the seat with her hands to get her head above water. While she was in that bent over position, Kiki and Jojo delivered a series of quick swats to her exposed tush. The shock and sting was increased due to the wetness of her derriere.

Jojo dragged her head above the water and Green Specter sputtered and coughed, trying to catch her breath.

“How’s it going, Greenie?” she taunted, then plunged her head back into the water.

Meanwhile, Kiki grabbed a couple of nearby terrycloth robes and was unstringing the belts from their loops. As Jojo again raised Green Specter’s head from the Jacuzzi, she coughed and sputtered out more water. Kiki quickly grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. She then used the belt to tie her wrists together.

“What’s going mmmmmm?” Green Specter tried to say as Jojo placed a chloroform soaked rag over her face.

As Green Specter passed out, Kiki bent over and picked up the drenched, unconcious, Green Specter by laying her over her shoulder. She took her to the laundry basket, partially filled with towels and dumped her unceremoniously into it. Only her feet are visible over the lip. The girls then grabbed another belt and tied her ankles together.

“One down and one to go,” said Kiki as the two of them high fived each other.

Meanwhile, Ms. American, down by the beach, was totally unaware of the fate that had befallen Green Specter.

In the dark, she heard something on the beach and as she came around a bush, she saw by the light of a couple of tiki torches, that Thom and Trent are bumping a volleyball back and forth between them. Other balls are strewn about.

She started to walk past them, when Thom said, “Hey, want to play with us?”

“No thank you,” she replied as she ignored them.

“Too bad, cause it’s my serve.” And at that Thom served a line drive fast ball right at the head of Ms. Americana.

Ms. Americana was just slightly past them so she didn’t see the volleyball coming at her. She only knew it was coming when it hit her on the right rear quarter of her head. The head shot caught the superheroine totally off guard and threw her off balance. She staggered in the soft sand as she was wearing her high-heeled boots.

“What the . . .” is all she could get out before a fusillade of balls started raining down on her from both Thom and Trent. She staggered again, raising her arms to defend herself against the onslaught but was unable to regain her balance in the soft sand, and soon fell to the ground.

Trent ran up and grabbed Ms. Americana by the arm to drag her to her feet, thinking that he had the upper hand.

“Oh no you don’t,” she said once she got her footing back. She then easily flung the young man off her arm and into the sand.

Trent took the throw and rolled onto his back and quickly got to his feet. Thom meanwhile had again started serving balls at Ms. Americana.

This time she was expecting them and she maintained her balance. As she was distracted by the volleyball assault, she didn’t see Trent running towards her. At the last second he veered away, but when he was at his closest, he threw a handful of sand at her face.

“Arrrggghh. Why you . . .ptuwee . . . sppppttt . . .” is all that Ms. Americana can get out as she struggled to clear her mouth and eyes of the sand.

“You should have said yes, when I asked if you wanted to play with us,” yelled Thom as he served another one to her head.

Her eyes are just clear enough to see where the two boys were at, so she started running in their direction.

However, being on the beach at night, with only the light of tiki torches, she didn’t see the black volleyball net strung across the sand. She hit the net at full speed. The results were devastating and quite effective. It clothes lined her and knocked her to the sand and the impact with the sand knocked the wind out of her. The surprise of running into something in the dark also disoriented her.

Thom and Trent quickly ran up to her. The net, torn from one of the supports, lay partially across her body.

“Quick, get the net,” shouted Thom to Trent as he threw the net off of her and rolled her onto her front. He then had access to the clasp of her power belt.

“What are you doing? Not my belt,” she said struggling to get to her feet.

SWAT! Thom slapped her on her ass.

“Stay down, bitch,” he said to her as he unclasp her belt and pulled it out from under her.

Trent, meanwhile had taken the net down and laid it out on the sand. He then joined Thom and the two of them then rolled her, wrapping her up in the net.

“You can’t do this to me. I’m Ms. Americana,” she yelled as they dragged her to her feet.

“Shut up, bitch,” Trent said as he slapped her across the face.

Thom, like Kiki, bent down and picked up the struggling superheroine by laying her over his shoulder. They then headed up the beach to the resort, with Trent carrying her belt.

“Bravo, guys,” said a clapping Kiki and Jojo in unison standing next to the laundry basket.

“Anything that needs to go to the cleaners?” Jojo giggled.

“Just this old net,” Trent replied as he swatted Ms. Americana’s ass.

SWAT!

“LET GO OF ME YOU FIEND!” Ms. Americana screamed.

“Let me help,” said Kiki as she applied the chloroform soaked rag to her face, and soon Ms. Americana went limp.

Thom dumped the now unconscious Ms. Americana into the basket on top of her long time friend, Green Specter.

“Game, set, and match,” said Thom and Trent as they high fived each other.

Morning broke to find a cleaned up Ms. Americana and a dry Green Specter bent over at the waist, with their legs spread apart with their right ankle tied to the front leg and their left ankle tied to the rear leg of a massage table. Since they were bent over, their arms were extended out away from their body with their right wrist tied to the opposite front leg and their left wrist tied to the opposite rear leg of the table. They were out on the deck of Woody and Frankie’s private villa. They were still in their costumes, though Green Specter’s jacket and boots had been removed to dry.

Thom and Trent walked around the two superheroine beauties and admired their magnificent bodies.

“Man, it is going to feel so good to stick my cock deep into your pussy,” said Trent to Green Specter.

“Yeah. I can’t wait to feel my dick in your pussy, also,” taunted Thom.

“Stop you miscreants!” shouted Flag Girl. Thom and Trent froze and turned to the sound of her voice. There before them stood Flag Girl and Specter Girl with their legs akimbo in the classic superheroine pose.

“Flag Girl,” said Thom.

“And Specter Girl,” said Trent.

Ms. Americana and Green Specter raised their heads and looked at their sidekicks.

“Thank God you’ve come to rescue us,” said Ms. Americana.

The two girls approached the tables where the superheroines lay.

“We weren’t going to do nothin’,” said Thom.

“Oh yes, you were, and we’re here to stop you,” said Specter Girl.

“Yeah. You know that Woody and Frankie wanted to be the ones to fuck them into submission, so we’re here to stop you from doing it,” said Flag Girl.

“WHAT!?!?” shouted Ms. Americana and Green Specter in unison.

Just then Woody and Frankie walked in. “Very good girls,” said Woody coming up behind Flag Girl and looking over her right shoulder. He then reached around her and put his left arm around her belly and with his right hand reached up and grabbed her left breast. Flag Girl raised her right hand to encircle and caress Woody’s face and head. She then tilted her head toward his and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

“Thank you, master,” she said nuzzling him.

“Do you like our new little fuck toys, Ms. Americunt? Or should I call you Brenda Wade. Huh?” asked Woody sarcastically. “Yes, we know who you are. Flag Slut and Specter Cunt have been very helpful in revealing a lot of information about you and your friend here.”

“That’s right, Green Specter, or should I call you Axanna Summer,” said Frankie as he too was pawing Specter Girl’s breasts and stroking her crotch as he looked down on Green Specter.

Woody continued, “This is not in anyway what we had actually planned for you. You see, what we were going to do was find out your weaknesses from your daughters. We were then going to try and exploit them to our advantage to get you to agree to let us build our little casino project in Delta City. How were we to know that the two people who were standing in our way, just happened to also be Delta City’s very own superheroines.”

“Now, we’ve decided that you are not only not going to stand in our way, but you are going to help us build our little project. In fact, we might even make you our star attractions.” said Frankie.

“What have you done to Flag Girl and Specter Girl?” asked Ms. Americana.

“Nothing that won't soon be happening to you two superheroine sluts in a few minutes,” Woody said. “Well, Frankie and I already have our own little fuck sluts here.” To add emphasis, he squeezed the tit of the teenaged superheroine and then leaned in close to Ms. Americana. “Ya know? For 19 year-olds, their blow jobs are the BEST in the world. Did you teach them or do they come by it naturally?” taunted Woody.

“WHY YOU DESPICABLE LOUT. WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, THERE WON'T BE ENOUGH LEFT TO EVEN FEED TO THE SHARKS,” screamed Ms. Americana as she struggled to break free of her restraints.

“Your daughters here are nice and would satisfy any normal man, but we're greedy. That’s where you come in. You see that massage lotion that was applied to you yesterday afternoon has special mind control chemicals in it, that even as we speak are just waiting to be activated to turn you both into mindless sex slaves. And how does it work? I'm not exactly sure, but I believe that a woman’s orgasm triggers a chain reaction which ends up rewiring the brain. Basically, when you have an orgasm, you will become the sex slave to whom ever gives you that orgasm. That's how we made your daughters here our fuck toys. Thom and Trent here are going to warm you up for us, then we're going to apply the coup de grace. Okay gentlemen, you may proceed.”

“NO,” yelled Green Specter as she too struggled against her bindings.

“No wait. Here’s a thought. Why don’t we have their sidekicks get Thom and Trent ready for them . . . hummm?” asked Frankie.

“Excellent suggestion,” supported Woody. “Girls, fluff ‘em.”

Frankie and Woody let go of the teen superheroines and sat down on their favorite couch.

Thom stood in front of Ms. Americana and Trent stood in front of Green Specter as Specter Girl and Flag Girl, then knelt down in front of them and pulled their shorts off, exposing their growing cocks.

“Woody was right. Look how good I am,” Flag Girl said to Ms. Americana just inches away. She then took his cock in her hand, opened her mouth and sucked it on in. She then reached around, with both hands, and grabbed hold of Thom’s butt checks and used them for leverage to pull his prick into her mouth as she moved forward.

Meanwhile, Specter Girl was doing the same thing to Trent in front of Green Specter.

“NO. Don’t do it Flag Girl. Be strong. You can beat this,” Ms. Americana implored as she closed her eyes and tried to turn away. But she was just as fascinated as she was disgusted by the spectacle. Besides, even as she and Green Specter closed their eyes, to avoid the visual, their ears were assaulted with the sound of their girls making slurping, sucking, and moaning sounds as they got the boys hard.

“I’m ready. Let’s do it,” said Thom as he tapped Flag Girl on her head. Both she and Specter Girl got up off their knees and walked over to Woody and Frankie.

“How about getting us ready, girls?” asked Frankie.

“With pleasure,” they replied almost in unison. They then dropped to their knees, pulled the men's shorts off, and gobbled their cocks into their mouths.

The two boys pulled the headphones out from under the table and placed them over the ears of the two bound superheroines.

“Do you like what your daughter did for me?” asked Trent of Green Specter as he wiped his hard, saliva soaked cock over her face.

The boys walked around to the back and started to go to work on there helpless victims. Thom grabbed some scissors and pulled the thong portion of Ms. Americana’s panties out from her butt crack. Then with one snip, he cut the material, leaving her with only the waist band of the panties and her pussy lips exposed.

He handed the scissors to Trent, who grabbed hold of the material that covered her crotch, pulled it back, then used the scissors to snip it to shreds. When he was done, Green Specter’s pussy lips, like Ms. Americana’s, were fully exposed.

Green Specter squealed as Trent dragged his finger nails up the inside of her legs starting just below the knees. He finished with a hard swat on her ass.

SMACK!

“OWWWWwwww,” she cried. “That hurts.”

With that, Thom slid his hand up along the inside of her thigh and began to eagerly finger Ms. Americana’s pussy.

“STOP THAT,” she yelled in horrified surprise as she felt the first assault of her body.

Unfortunately for the two superheroines, their pussy’s were soon wet.

“What's the matter Green Specter?” Trent said in a mocking condescending tone. “Don’t you like a little spanking?”

“Nooo, noooo, please stop that, you fiend,” she cried.

“Perhaps you'd prefer some of this instead?” he asked as he jammed his middle finger into her pussy. “Would you like some more?” he continued as he put another then another finger into her pussy and see/sawed them in and out.

“Oooowwwww. NO! Stop it,” Green Specter shrieked loudly and tried to dislodge his fingers. However the thrashing about of her body in a violent manner back and forth, served only to cause her body to rub more violently against his fingers. There was no escaping his molestation of her body.

He eventually stopped and removed his fingers from her now sopping wet pussy.

“Man, you are just sopping wet down there. You must really want to be fucked, eh, slut? Hummm? I’ll bet you that you can’t wait to feel my big hard cock, pounding away at your pussy,” said Trent.

“Yeah. Superheroines are really sluts at heart. Come on? Why else would they be wearing such skimpy and revealing costumes? Because they just want a bad guy to dominate and fuck ‘em,” added Thom as he too smacked Ms. Americana’s ass.

SMACK!

“Owwww,” she cried.

The boys then got between their legs and started to rub the head of their organs over the wet, desperately writhing pussy of the helpless heroines.

“Well, I’m going to fulfill her wish right now. Here it comes, Greenie,” Trent said as he positioned himself to penetrate her.

“Yeah, are you ready to be spiked?” asked Thom.

“This can't be happening to me,” Ms. Americana screamed as she felt his massive cock touching her pussy lips. She tensed as a wave of pleasure coursed through her oversensitive body. “That lotion real does make me sensitive.”

On cue, the two boys leaned in and thrust themselves deep into the pussies of the captive superheroines opening them up as they tried to scream into their gags.

“Oooooo, uuuuuooooo,” was all that came out of the women’s mouths at the unexpected onslaught of their nether regions. And a low groan was all that came out of them once the two boys started their slow, steady pumping action.

“Oh Axanna, this feels so good,” Trent cooed as he began to slowly and steadily thrust himself in and out of her body.

“Oh yes, Brenda, you are one great fuck,” said Thom. “I have never felt anyone so tight, not even the women’s Olympic gymnastic team we nailed at Athens.”

They were tight since they were both struggling with all their might to resist the assault, but Green Specter’s and Ms. Americana’s resistance, only made it better for the two boys, and even worse for themselves.

Despite her best efforts, Green Specter couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his cock penetrating her. The superheroines soon found themselves warming up more and more to the feel of the boys meat, going in and out, deep inside them. Their juices were really starting to flow.

“NO. This can’t be happening. I won’t become a sex slave to him. No, it won’t work on me,” Ms. Americana tried to will herself to think. But is was no use. Thom and Trent soon increased their rhythm and began thrusting faster and harder into the women’s pussy. And despite all their efforts, they soon realized that a massive orgasm was building up inside of them, and even worse, they realized that there was nothing they could do about it.

“Mines about ready to pop. How are you doing?,” asked Trent.

“Yeah, Ms. Ameribitch is about ready to blow a big one,” replied Thom. “Guys, I think they are ready for you."

“Excellent boys. We’ll take over from here. Why don’t you two go and find Kiki and Jojo and take the rest of the day off,” said Frankie as he and Woody approached the helpless superheroines.

“Cool. Thanks boss,” replied Thom as he and Trent pulled out and left.

“Now it’s our turn. Say good by to your former selves. You’re about to become fuck sluts,” said Woody as he entered her sopping wet pussy and started to go in and out of the highly sexed Ms. Americana. “Oh man, your pussy is smooth as silk, Ms. Americana, or can I call you Ms. Amerislut?”

“Hey Axanna,” he said over to Green Specter as he see/sawed in and out of her pussy. “How about doing a new expose? Here’s your title, ‘Ms. Americana: Slut . . . or . . . two . . . bit . . . whore?’” he said as he drove his massive cock deep into her wet pussy, and emphasized each word with another hard penetration.

“AWWWwww, Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd,” was all she could manage as he started to pound her in and out.

“Specter Slut. Come here,” Frankie commanded Specter Girl who obediently came over to him. “I need your help. Grab hold of me and position me right . . . about . . . there. Perfect, now hold it till I’m ready.”

Frankie then turned his attention back to Green Specter who had no idea what was going on back their since he had not yet touched her.

“And I have another piece you can write about in the first person. How’s this? ‘My daughter helped me get fucked up the ass for the very first time.’”

“WHAT!! Oh gawd, NO!,” screamed Green Specter as Frankie leaned forward and Specter Girl guided the head of his cock into the sphincter of her asshole.

“OOOOhhhh, ARrrrrrghhhhh. It hurts, take it out. I can’t handle it,” she begged as he penetrated her and she pulled with all her might against the restraints.

“Wow, I don’t know which is tighter, you’re asshole or your daughters precious, little, now well fucked, pussy?” Frankie taunted the impaled superheroine.

“Stop it. You’re killing me,” Green Specter pleaded.

“Well, there’s only one way to stop this. All you girls have to do is cum,” said Woody.

“No, I won’t cum, owwwwww, aaaaaa, hmmmmmm,” Green Specter said as Frankie continued his assault on her ass. But she was really starting to loose ground. The working over that Trent had given her pussy was too much for her mind to control. She soon found that her hips were pushing back, striving to match the rhythm of Frankie’s onslaught.

Just then, he stopped and pulled out. Green Specter thought she was in for a reprieve, until he jammed his cock right between her pussy lips and started his assault anew on her pussy. This was too much for her senses to take and she started to cum.

“Come on. Cum for me. Do it, slut. Blow a big one for me. Show me that you really are a slut at heart,” Frankie said.

“No, I won’t,” said Green Specter. But is was too late. The assault on her senses by the lotion, the headphones, Trent, and now Frankie were too much for her to handle. “I can’t be cuuuuuiiinggg,” she thought as the orgasm raced through her body and exploded in her mind as well. “MMMMNNNNNGGGGGGG,” was all that escaped her mouth as she tried to contain the explosion, but she couldn't.

“YES. One superheroine defeated. How’s it going on your end, Woody?”

“Fine. Almost got the pussy about ready to explode,” Woody answered.

Hearing her friend and superheroine buddy cumming on Frankie’s cock, caused Ms. Americana to be distracted for only a split second, but that was all Woody needed to really bring home the his assault on her pussy. He reached forward and grabbed her long, silky black hair, and pulled it back, causing her head to arch up, at the same time that he thrust hard and deep into her.

“Oh gawd, not me,” she thought. But she too was too overwhelmed by the same things of the lotion, headphones, Thom and now Woody. The lotion had primed the pump and the headphones were breaking down her mental resistance. It was too much for her system and she, too started to go on overload. She only need one more item, and Woody gave it too her.

“We’ve had great fun with your daughters. Gawd, are they insatiable fuck sluts. Not only can they fuck up a storm, but you should have seen it when your precious little girls, crawled up between the legs of Kiki and Jojo and ate their pussy’s out. Man, you would have thought that they were natural born, rug munchers. Kiki and Jojo were exhausted afterwards,” he said.

“And can they give head. Oh, man, there is nothing in the world like the feel of a superheroines tongue as she rolls it around and coats your cock with her saliva. Then she takes it out and licks it like a lollypop. And the little sucking sounds she makes. Wow. But one of the best nights was the night before you showed up. We gave your girls to our staff. Specter Girl and Flag Girl were on their knees giving Trent and Thom blow jobs, while Kiki and Jojo were fucking them from the rear with strap-on dildos. Gawd, was it HOT! It gave us an idea for how to show case you four in the resort. Don’t worry though, we didn’t want you to miss a thing, so we filmed it and it’s now going to be available on the web in DVD format,” Woody said all the while increasing his tempo.

The assault and verbal description were too much for the superheroine and her body burst with sexual release.

“AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWW,” she screamed with sexual release as her body tensed and she pulled with all her might against the restraints as the orgasm fired off practically every nerve ending. This then caused a chain reaction in the men as they too came, pumping their load deep into the pussy of the captive and now defeated former superheroines.

As the two defeated superheroines lay panting on the table, Woody and Frankie pulled out, unstrapped them, and helped them up.

Flag Girl and Specter Girl had become so excited while watching their mothers get nailed, that they were busy finger fucking each other.

“Now comes the real test,” said Woody to no one in particular as he and Frankie sat down on the couch.

“Alright Ms. Amerislut. Show me how good YOU are at giving me a blow job. Answer the question, does this talent run in your family?” Woody said.

“You too, Specter Pussy,” echoed Trent. “Come and show me what you got.”

“Yes, master,” the women said in unison as they walked over, knelt on their knees and gobbled down the men's cocks into their mouths.

Eighteen months later:

“Morning Woody. Is breakfast ready yet?” shouted Frankie from the middle of the Jacuzzi which had giant waves sloshing about in it. That’s because bent over in front of him was Axanna Morgan holding onto the edge as he nailed her from behind.

“Yes. Here come the girls with it now,” Woody replied as he saw a topless Lydia and Summer walk out onto the patio pushing a cart full of food. Right behind them was Brenda Wade.

“Here’s your paper, Honey,” said a cheery Brenda all decked out in pink, wearing fluffy slippers, crotchless panties and a frilly, lacy, transparent, babydoll flyaway top. Her hair was done up in ponytails.

“Aw, thanks Brenda,” said Woody. As he opened the Delta City Tribune, Brenda got on her knees and pulled his cock out from his pajama bottoms and started to gobble it down, swirling her tongue all around the length and the tip.

Woody read the lead article in that mornings Delta City Tribune.

Woody put down the paper and stroked Brenda’s head. “Yes, life is good,” he thought.

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