Hi Guys,
Sorry I haven’t been putting up my little notes but I just forgot. Thanks for all the praise for BW and the TRUST FUND BRATS. I am working on the next part but I am a little swamped with some other stuff. But I am working on it. For those who keep asking I am still undecided about the Collector. If I us him then the myth of the guy is gone. But I may use him yet. BUT I will give you a glimpse of his lair in an future story. Blacknite13@live.com
MS AMERICANA: FAMILY JEWELS
By
Blacknite13
“God damn you, Wade! You ruined me!”
Brenda looked down at the short middle-aged man standing in her office and smiled. It was hard to believe the balding man who looked more like used car salesmen than the CEO was one of her biggest competitors, At least for today he was. According to the Wall Street Journal, his company was on the rocks. The beautiful businesswoman knew she was responsible for Roy’s downfall. Brenda had spent years planning this since she had found out he ran a few brothels in Thailand. The tall beauty had vowed to put him out of business to teach him that women were not something to be bought and sold. Now her years of planning was paying off. Roy Jewel barging into her office confirmed what the papers were reporting. Jewel’s several companies were on life support.
“Roy, I am truly sorry but this wasn’t personal. It was just business” Brenda smiled.
Roy Jewel glared at the tall brunette standing in front of her huge desk. His rage was almost replaced with lust as he realized how the white linen suit showed off her ample body particularly her massive chest.
“You knew I was developing a super microchip.”
“How would I know that?”
“Oh please! The day before I am about to release my super microchip you release your super mega chip! My chip becomes obsolete even before I can sell it.”
“Roy I can’t believe you only have one product. I mean you couldn’t have been foolish enough to put all your eggs in one basket. We here at Wade Industries produce more than microchips. We….”
“BITCH!” Roy snarled, “You been chipping away at my markets for years. Last year, you came out with that new Ipod. The year before that…”
“Roy, I stay ahead of the market because I hire the best people. You on the other hand hire…”
“This ain’t over Wade! I may be down but I ain’t out!” Roy yelled and stomped out of her office.
Brenda shook her head and walked around her desk. She looked out her window that gave her a panoramic view of the city. Her phone buzzed. The raven-haired beauty snatched it up.
“Yes, Megan.” Brenda said.
“Jessica Armstrong is on line one, Ms Wade.”
“Thank you. Hello Jessica, calling to wish me a nice day?”
“No such luck. How fast can you get here?”
“Why?”
“Two words. The Collector.”
“I am on my way.”
Lydia Willis paced around her room, fuming that Brenda had insisted she stay home. The beautiful blonde knew Brenda and several heroines were going after the Collector. Every time the Collector popped up, Brenda would shove her to the back.
True the infamous villain had kidnapped several heroines and rumor had it he was holding them as his personal sex slaves. True he had never been really seen let alone caught. To be honest the only thing they knew for sure was he was smart. The creep was becoming an urban myth. Be good little coed or the Collector will snatch you.
Lydia went to her dressing table and took off her diamond ring and earrings. She put them in her over flowing jewelry box. As the blonde coed put her gold bracelet and emerald anklet on top a diamond necklace and they tumbled out onto the dresser top. The blonde coed decided a bigger box was in order. Lydia stripped out of her tight sweater and blouse. The lavender bra and panties came off next. The young blonde studied her figure in the mirror. Her ass was still nice and firm, her waist slender, her hips well shaped, her legs long and well tones. And her breasts were full and nicely rounded.
“Not bad looking” Lydia smiled as she pulled out the ruby encrusted clip in her hair, freeing her golden mane. Lydia shook her head so it tumbled out to her butt as she flicked the clip on top of the other jewelry.
The young blonde put on a pair of bright blue baby doll pajamas. The nineteen-year-old beauty walked around her room, thinking it might be time to change the pink and white décor. Lydia did like the canopy bed. Maybe new sheets and bedspread, purple or maybe bright red just to shock Brenda.
Lydia pulled back the covers and picked up the book she had been reading. THE WAY OF THE SUPERIOR WOMAN by Brenda Wade. The coed had read it before but still found it inspiring. She settled into bed and opened her book.
The two thieves crept up to Wade Manor. The black clothes and masks made them almost invisible. They crept up to the back door and punched in the alarm code. It blinked green.
“We’re in!” the small man said.
“Okay, Brenda is out of town. The staff leaves at nine. We own the place.”
“What about Lydia Willis?”
The taller thief held up some coils of ropes and a knotted cloth.
“Like I said we own the place. I plan on paying my respects to the blonde bitch.”
“I like the way you think, big brother.”
The two men crept into the house and reset the alarm. They moved through the house taking in the artwork and antiques. One of the men picked up a silver plate.”
“Put that down. We're after the jewels. But first lets make sure Lydia is tucked in.”
The two men silently climbed to the stairs and down the upper hall. They came to a door and nodded.
Lydia had fallen asleep reading her book. The blonde was sleeping so soundly she didn’t hear the two intruders slip into the room. She sighed in her sleep and rolled onto the back.
The two men moved right by her bed. They nodded at each other and jumped onto the sleeping coed.
“W-what! Mmmmmmph!” Lydia cried as she was pinned down and the knot cloth shoved into her mouth. She struggled as the gag was bound around her head. The nineteen-year-old beauty couldn’t stop the creeps from pulling her hands over her head and tying them to the poles on her headboard. Her legs were spread and bound to the other two poles. In mere seconds, Lydia was stretched across her bed with her arms and legs spread out.
“MMMMMMMPH!” She screamed through her gag.
Lydia whimpered as one of the invaders started to climb onto the bed but was stopped by the bigger guy.
“Later, Business first.”
Lydia watched the two men go over to her dressing table and dump her jewelry into a black velvet bag. She knew her gems were worth a small fortune. The bound blonde watched the thieves leave and began to pull at the ropes holding her down.
A few minutes later, the two bandits came back and shook the bag in her face.
“Between your sparklers and Brenda’s, we’ve had a very good night.” The tall one said, ”It is cause for celebration.”
“MMMMPH!” Lydia squealed as the two men began to undress. She twisted and pulled on the ropes trying to escape her soon to be rapists. The blonde watched the two naked masked men. She screamed when one of the men ripped her top right off. Her frilly bottoms came off next. Lydia blushed in humiliation and anger as the two men leered over her rich young body.
“Nice to know Lydia is a natural blonde.”
The two men climbed onto the bed and lay on each side of her. She sobbed as they began to run their hands over her body, giving a lot of attention to her tits and pussy. Lydia sucked in a breath as the two men began to suck and chew on her tits.
The two thieves sucked and chewed on her nipples. They cupped her tits and squeezed them.
“MMMMMMMPH!” Lydia moaned as her tits began to tingle from the sucking and fondling. She shook her head as her body shivered with sexual energy. The bound blonde closed her eyes and tried to ignore the dampness between her legs.
The two rapists worked on her tits for what seemed hours. Their hands seemed to be every way, stroking and rubbing her soft body.
“MMMMMM!” One of the men grunted as he gnawed on her tit while his brother worked down to the crotch. Both men loved the taste of her sweet flesh.
“ACCCCCCCHHHHH!” Lydia scream when a tongue began to lap over her crotch making her whole body quiver in delight.
Lydia squirmed and sobbed as one man sucked and bit her tender boobs with his partner sucked and licked her pussy. Her young body was getting over stimulated. The blonde coed sighed as a pleasant warmness swept over her body.
The man licking her pussy moved between her legs and rubbed his all ready hard cock.
“I’m fucking this slut.” He laughed.
“Be my guest.” The other sneered, “Blondie ain’t going nowhere.”
“MMMMMPH!” Lydia sobbed as she shook her head.
The thief between her legs pressed his cock against her pussy and shoved it in.
“AHHHHHHH!” Lydia wailed as she strained against the ropes holding her down. The bound beauty sobbed as her young body was filled with the huge cock. The nineteen-year-old wasn’t a virgin but it had been almost a year since she had sex. Her old school principal and janitor had raped flag Girl. Then sold her into white slavery. The morons who bought her were lousy fucks. The sex slave became untamed and escaped. Now all four of the bastards were doing serious time, just like these bastards would be doing as soon as she escaped.
BUT BODY LIKE LYDIA’S NEED FUCKING AND OFTEN…
Needless to say her body was sex starved. It began to respond to the cock fucking her in seconds. Lydia grunted and moaned as her body filled with a heat that she hadn’t felt for months. It was made worst by the guy sucking and rubbing her sore boobs into her hard balls.
“Oh dude, this bitch is tight.” He laughed as her tight twat wrapped around his cock. He grabbed onto her thighs and began to fuck the great Lydia Willis with long hard strokes.
“UGH! UGH! UGH!” Lydia grunted as the cock pounded into her body, making it hotter and hotter. She rolled her head around and sobbed. Her young body was on fire while her tits throbbed.
The thief fucking her panted and laughed as he worked his cock deep into her pussy. He buried it to the hilt and held it in. His brother swung his leg over her body and straggled her. He mashed her tits around his cock.
Lydia wept as the cock began to fuck her again while another cock slid back and forth between her boobs. The bound blonde arched up and moaned as a small orgasm shook her body. Lydia tugged at the ropes but they held tight. She wasn’t going anywhere until these sex crazed creeps were done.
“Take it bitch!” the one raping her laughed as he fucked her with all he had.
“Oh man, this feels great.” The other one laughed as he rubbed his cock back and forth between her boobs.
“MMMMMMMMMMPH!” Lydia screamed as she came again. Her body literally shook from the orgasm. The young coed thrashed around on the bed as lust filled it. The nineteen-year-old screamed again as another orgasm hit her.
“OH! OH! I” COMING!” Her rapist cried.
“ME TOOOOO!” The other grunted.
Lydia came again as her pussy was filled with cum while more cum sprayed onto her tits. She slumped back thankful it was over.
The two intruders untied her hands and quickly bound them behind her back. They freed her legs and pulled her to her knees.
“MMMM!” Lydia sobbed as the two men moved her between them.
The two brothers held her in place and then shoved both their cocks into both of her holes.
“ACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!” Lydia howled as her ass and pussy were both filled with cock. She panted and screamed as the two men began to fuck her. The blonde was crushed between her attackers as the two poles slammed in and out her hot body.
“OH YEAH!” One laughed, “TAKING IT LIKE A REAL WHORE!”
Poor Lydia wept huge tears as the two big cocks violated her two holes. Her pussy was still wet and hot from the first rape and was already giving her unimaginable pleasure. While the cock in her ass was giving pain. The mixture was almost making her swoon.
“UGHHHHHHHHH!” Lydia screamed, as her body was shaken by another orgasm.
The man raping her ass began to suck on her neck while cupping her tits. The other rapist was chewing on her nipples while he fondled her ass.
The three bodies bounced and thrust around on the bed, grunting and moaning.
The two thieves both grunted as they came together.
“UGHHHHHHHH!” Lydia wailed as her ass and pussy were filled with cum which made her climax. The young blonde closed her eyes as she enjoyed the come. Lydia was forced onto her knees and held in place. The bound blonde squealed as a cock pushed into her pussy. Her gag was pulled off. Lydia tried to scream but the other cock pushed into her mouth.
“MMMMMMMMPH!” Lydia moaned as the cock filled her mouth.
The man grabbed onto her hips and began to pound her while his brother grabbed her thick blonde hair with both hands. He worked his cock deep into the throat and held there.
“UGHHHHHHH!” Lydia sobbed as she was forced to deep throat the cock.
The poor coed wept huge tears as she was forced to service both cocks. She tugged on the ropes holding her hands but the creeps knew their knots. Lydia sighed as another orgasm hit her. The bound blonde began to suck on the cock while pushing back against the cock in her pussy. The young coed’s body filled a sexual bliss that she hadn’t ever known for so long.
Her inner bimbo was taking over again.
When cum started to fill her mouth, Lydia drank it down with loud slurps and sighed. She screamed as her pussy was refilled with more cum.
The cock pulled out her mouth and Lydia licked her lips.
“More.” She panted.
The two rapists laughed and switched places. Lydia began to suck on the cock once it was in her mouth.
“Oh sweet Lydia!” One laughed, “You want more! Your wish is granted!”
THREE A.M.
The two rapists trotted out of Wade Manor, happier and wealthier men. They had a big bag of jewels and spent three hours gangbanging a young blonde with huge tits.
NINE A.M.
Brenda walked into her foyer and looked around. A maid walked up and took her coat and gloves. She remembered seeing Lydia’s Viper was parked in the driveway.
“Did Lydia get a ride to school?” Brenda asked.
“No, Ms. Wade.” The maid said, “I haven’t seen her. Perhaps she is sleeping late.”
“She has a class at nine. It is not like her to miss a class.”
Brenda trotted up the long winding staircase and down the wide hall. She came to Lydia’s door and knocked.
“Lydia!” Brenda said, “Lydia are you up? Lydia?”
Brenda opened the door and stepped into her wards room and stopped in shock.
A naked Lydia was lying on her messy bed, tightly hogtied. Her panties were stuffed into her mouth and the shredded remains of her babydolls were tied around her head to hold them in. Brenda’s own vibrator was stuffed deep into her ass.
“MMMMMMPH!” Lydia sobbed as another orgasm hit her exhausted body. She wearily looked up at Brenda and whimpered.
“SWEET LIBERTY!” Brenda cried as she rushed to the bed.
WADE MANOR ROBBED!!!
Wade Manor has become the latest in a string of robberies. The thief only strikes the West Side and seems to be interested only taking jewelry. The police…
Brenda looked over the story by her friend Tanya O’Donnell. Unlike the other rag sheets her story reported the simple facts and didn’t sensational Lydia’s attack. She looked up and watched her young ward come into the kitchen.
“Feeling better?” Brenda asked.
“Yes, thank you.” Lydia said, “Brenda, I have been raped before. Several times. So have you. It is the price we pay when we fail to defeat the bad guys. Speaking of bad guys, I am going after these creeps.”
“We both are. They struck again last night. Robbed the Kingston house. Took all of her jewelry. Some of their other victims were the Whittings, the Honeycutts, the Davis, and the Olivers.”
“We know all of them.”
“They all sit on my board or are major stockholders in one of my companies.”
“Golly gee! Brenda. What does it mean?”
“Lydia, they only stole the family jewels. You were the only one they raped.”
“Well, maybe they just like young girls. ..”
“Buffy Oliver is nineteen and very attractive. Kelly Davis is twenty, and a swimsuit model.”
“These creeps are getting revenge against you?”
“Apparently so. Unfortunately I have a very long list of enemies. But the key is their love of precious stones.”
“So how do we find these guys?”
“With the help of our friend Tanya O’Donnell.”
“Morning!”
Brenda and Lydia looked over at the tall blonde standing in the doorway. Her full figure was squeezed into a tight sweater and slacks. Her long blonde hair was falling over here shoulders, reaching to the middle of her back.
Anita Jackson stood behind the beautiful reporter. The stunning African-American beauty was wearing a lacy top that showed off her 36DD chest. The tight jean skirt showed off her firm round ass and long muscular legs. Her thick black hair was cute into a cute flip that fell to her shoulders.
“Morning Tanya.” Brenda smiled, “Good to see you Anita.”
“Good morning, Ms Wade.” Anita smiled, “I brought my camera so we could get shots of this huge rock.”
“Excellent.” Lydia said, “You are going to use the Wade Diamond as bait.”
“Actually perfect imitation. The real Wade diamond is locked away in a bank vault. It has been in my family for generations. It is far too valuable to risk.”
“Let’s some pictures of this piece of glass.”
THEIVES MISSED WADE DIAMOND
The jewel thieves who robbed Wade Manor may have gotten away with a small fortune in gems but they missed the Wade Diamond. The Wade Diamond is the biggest and most perfect stone of its size. It has rarely been displayed in public. The priceless gem had be locked away in one of Brenda Wade’s safes. But this time tomorrow the Diamond will be transported to the First Star bank….
The two thieves lay on the ground, hidden by the darkness and thick trees. They had been watching Wade Manor for hours. The two men had watched the staff leave and the security patrols cruise by. They looked up when Lydia and Brenda, both dressed to the nines, came out and zoomed off in a custom made sports car. The thieves wait another hour before they crept down to the back door. They punched in the new security code and slipped into the dark mansion.
“So where is this safe?” One asked.
“In the den behind the picture of General Wade.”
“What about the combination?”
“Our company installed the security system and the safe. Come on.”
The thieves crept into the large den with its teak wall paneling and plush red carpeting. They walked over to the huge oil painting of General Wade in full uniform. They swung it out and spun the combination dial. After three turns there was a click. The two men laughed as they pulled open the heavy steel door.
“WHAT THE!” One gasped.
The two housebreakers stared at the two small action figures in the empty safe. Two plastic versions of Ms Americana and Flag Girl in heroic pose, smiled up at the two thieves.
“IT’S TRAP!”
“RIGHT YOU ARE BOYS!”
The two men spun around when the lights clicked on. They gasped at the sight of the two heroines standing by the door. Hands on hips, chest thrust out and big smiles on their faces.
Ms Americana was clad in her stars and stripes bikini top and thong, barely covering her amazing body. Red gloves and boots, choker and star earrings were all in place. Her gold tiara held back her thick black hair and of course, her gold power belt hung snugly around her thin waist. The patriotic mask covered her face but not her baby blue eyes.
Flag Girl stood beside her mentor clad in her stars and stripes costume that showed off her rich young body. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a wavy ponytail. A mask covered her mask but not her big smile.
“Your days of stealing are over.” Ms Americana smiled.
“And of rape.” Flag Girl grumbled, “You will answer for your rape of poor Lydia Willis!”
“You have to catch us first!” One yelled and threw something down on the floor. A second later a cloud of white smoke filled the room.
The two thieves crashed out a window and ran across the estate.
“Split up! I’ll meet you at the van!”
The two men ran off in different directions. They criss-crossed the larger estate, ducking under trees and jumping over bushes and flowerbeds. They scaled the high wall and hit the street running. After several minutes, of running down alleys and back streets they met up in front of a black van with a diamond logo on the side. They laughed and started for the doors and stopped in their tracks.
The two heroines stood by the van, still smiling.
“Silly boys, we spotted your van hours ago.” Ms Americana said, “Did you really think you could run from the Queen of Justice!”
“And her faithful sidekick!” Flag Girl sneered, “Fools!”
“We are after all Superior Women! You never stood a chance. Like tiny mice you walked right into my trap. It was all too easy. Really not much of a challenge.”
“Oh yeah!” One growled as he pulled out a small pry bar and swung at the tall heroine.
The other just leapt at the blonde heroine.
Ms Americana shook her head and caught the swinging arm with one hand. She twisted his wrists.
“OW!” he cried and dropped the bar.
Still holding onto his wrist, the Queen of Justice flipped him onto the ground and watched him crash into some trashcans.
Flag Girl spun around and caught her attacker by the back of his shirt. She easily tossed him in the air and watched him land on top of his partner.
“Two points!” Flag Girl laughed.
“And the game is over.” Ms Americana smiled, “Or do you boys want to go into overtime?’
“No, no,” One grunted, “We give.”
“Now lets unmask this creeps.” Lydia said.
“Take off their masks but I already know who they are.” The raven haired beauty said, “The thieves knew all the security codes and safe combinations. You will notice the logo on the van. It was perfect cover. Diamond security vehicles patrol these streets at all hours.”
“You don’t mean!”
“Yes!” Ms Americana smiled as she yanked off the villains’ masks, “I give you Duncan and Morgan Jewel! The sons of Brenda Wade’s biggest business rival.”
Flag Girl looked down at the two young men. Both looked like they worked out. They shared the same reddish hair and green eyes. Duncan was twenty-one, had a nicely trimmed goatee with closely cropped hair. While Morgan, his young brother of two years was clean shaved with shaggy hair. They both glared up at the heroines.
“But why? They are rich?” Flag Girl asked.
“I suspect one of two reasons.” Ms Americana said, “Two spoiled rich kids looking for kicks or they are no longer rich.”
“Right on both accounts!” Duncan sneered, “We are broke but it is fun robbing Brenda Wade’s rich snotty friends. It was real fun raping the hell out her slutty ward.”
“Yeah, she was begging for it by the end of the evening!” Morgan laughed.
Flag Girl’s face burned red with anger and stepped forward to deal out some well-deserved punishment but her mentor touched her arm. The blonde heroine stopped and grinded her teeth.
“Why Brenda Wade and her friends?” Flag Girl asked.
“I see it now.” Ms Americana said, “Roy Jewel was no match for Ms Wade’s superior business skills. I suspect that young boys turned to a life of crime in order to support their rich life style and were getting revenge on the women they felt ruined their lives.”
“That bitch Wade went out her way to destroy my dad.” Duncan sneered, “Dad would make a DVD player. She would come out with a better one at a lower price. He would make a super chip and she would make a super mega chip. Brenda Wade went out her way to ruin us!”
“Boys, Ms Wade was just the better businesswoman. He foolishly took on a superior woman and lost. Now enough talk. It’s off to jail for you, boys
“Three hots and cot for a long time.” Flag Girl smiled, “You shouldn’t have rape Ms Willis. You will be doing serious for that.”
“Yes, you don’t rape Brenda Wade’s ward and walked away.”
The two young men were pulled up and dragged down the sidewalk.
“Wait! Wait!” Duncan said, “You are big fans of Brenda Wade. What would happen if you got back Wade’s shiny trinkets?”
The two heroines pushed them up against a wall and held them there.
“Don’t toy with me,” Ms Americana sneered, “I am no fool. You fenced those jewels the next day.”
“No! No!” Duncan gasped, “Wade had some really good stuff. Rare.”
Ms Americana knew her collection had several one of kind pieces and some very old antique rings and necklaces. She would be thrilled to get some of those pieces back.”
“Are you saying you still have the jewels? It would go easier on you if the owners got their property back.”
“Like I said. Wade had some really rare stuff. We contacted some collectors in Europe. We were going to get more money selling the pieces to those guys than cutting them up.”
“We were waiting.” Morgan said, “Until we got the Wade Diamond. If we got that we could get enough to retire.”
“True the Wade Diamond is priceless plus you would get revenge against Ms Wade.”
“So where is the stuff!” Flag Girl snarled as he shoved Morgan back.
“In back of the van! In a red lockbox.” Morgan gasped.
“Watch them Flag Girl.” Ms Americana said as she walked over to the van.
While the tall heroine walked over to the van, Duncan carefully lowered his hand. He watched Queen of Justice as she pulled open the back door of the van. The young thief almost smiled when she pulled out the red box out.
“If the gems are in here.” Ms Americana said, “I will speak to the police and the judge. My word carries a lot of weight. I am sure Ms Wade will put in a nice word.”
“I got the key.” Duncan said as he reached into his back pocket.
“No need.” Ms Americana smiled as he snapped off the padlock. She flipped open the lid and a cloud of red gas explode right into her face.
“Sweet Liberty!” Flag Girl gasped when she saw her mentor stagger back.
“I have been gassed!” The tall beauty gasped as she fell to her knees.
“Ms Americana!”
Duncan pulled a small canister from his back pocket and sprayed the same red gas into the blonde heroine’s face.
“GOODNESS NO!” Flag Girl cried as she sucked in a lungful of the awful stuff.
“No, I will no ahhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana moaned as she fell to the sidewalk in a heap.
Flag Girl dropped to her hands and knees panting and gasping. She tried to get up but fell forward onto the ground by Ms Americana.
“We got the bitches!” Duncan laughed, “Get the rope. Let’s get these sluts bound and gagged.”
“They really thought we fell for that dumb trap?” Morgan smiled, “God, they’re dumb. Like we didn’t know the Wade Diamond was in a security box. One of our trucks transported it.”
Morgan pulled out several coils of ropes from the van. Duncan rolled the two heroines onto their faces. The two sleeping beauties hands were pulled back. Their wrists were tied to their elbows. More rope was wrapped around their upper arms, thighs, knees, and ankles. Rope was wrapped around their huge chests. Their legs were pulled up and tied to the rope binding her tits. Wads of cloth were pushed into their mouths. Rope was pushed into their mouths to hold in the cloth. The rope was wrapped around their heads and tied to her feet.
The two young men stepped back and looked over the tightly bound heroines.
“Just one last thing.” Duncan said, “I heard a rumor that their power comes from those belts.”
Morgan knelt down and snatched off the belts.
“Now we own them.” Morgan sneered, “I always wanted to fuck this slut. Running around dressed like a whore. She wants it bad.”
“Get them in the van.” Duncan smiled, “We’re taking these bimbos home. By the time I am done they will be sucking my dick on command.”
“Then we deal with Brenda Wade and her slut of ward.”
The two villains kept looking back at their prize captives and laughing.
The two heroines woke up to find themselves tightly hogtied. They squirmed around, taking in the small room with its concrete walls, and heavy metal door. There were no windows. The only furnishing in the room were two brass-framed beds, a long table and two straight back wood chairs.
“MPH!” Flag Girl grunted and nodded toward the furnishings.
Ms Americana spotted the leather shackles bolted to the tabletop. There were similar shackles attached to the bed’s frames. She noticed chains and ropes hanging on hooks on the walls along with several whips and riding crops. The bound heroines realized the Jewel boys were into bondage and discipline.
The bound heroines began to struggle and twist but the ropes were so tight they could barely move. They looked up when the brothers came into the room. Duncan slammed the door close and smiled.
“Welcome.” Duncan said, “To the training room. In the hours to come you will be raped and spanked until you embrace your life as our sex slaves.”
“You dumb sluts,” Morgan laughed, “You thought you were being so smart setting your little trap. It never occurred to you high and mighty bimbos that we were setting up our own trap. Looks like we made the better mouse trap.”
“MMMPH!” Ms Americana grunted while tugging on her bonds.
“Okay, ladies.” Duncan said with a smile, “I got a hard on and someone needs to take care off it. As a matter of fact one of you whores will be taking care of cocks for the rest of your lives!”
“MMMMMMMPH!” The bound heroine screamed as their two captors reached down.
A few minutes later they were both spread eagle across the two beds, the leather shackles holding them down. They could only lie there as the two creeps undressed.
Duncan walked over, reached down and tugged off Ms Americana’s top, freeing her 40 DD’s. He licked his lips at the massive mounds of flesh with bright nipples. Her thong was ripped off, uncovering her narrow strip of black curls.
“Let’s party, bitch.” Duncan said as he lay across the amazing body.
“MMMMPH!” Ms Americana sobbed as he began to suck and play with her big boobs.
Flag Girl moaned as her costume was ripped off. The naked beauty couldn’t believe she was about to be raped by the same man. She gasped as he began to suck and bit her tits while squeezing them around.
Duncan had dreamed about this for years. From the time he had first seen the big titted heroine, he had wanted to fuck her. Now he had her. The great Ms Americana was in his rape room and wouldn’t be leaving until she was calling him master.
Ms American grunted and sobbed as the young man sucked and fondled her large mountains of flesh. The bound heroine could feel them swelling from the rough foreplay. Worst her body was heating up right between her legs. She tugged at the shackles in frustration. Her arrogance and stupidity had gotten her and Flag Girl into this mess.
Duncan sucked and chewed on the huge tits while mashing them around with his fingers. He could feel them getting hard. The young man looked into her face and blew her a kiss. Then he arched up and pushed his cock deep into the already hot wet pussy.
“Sweet!” He gasped.
“AHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana squealed as the huge pole filled her over heated pussy. She arched up and sobbed as the big shaft began to pound into her. It had been months since she had been fucked and that was by redneck trucker in the back of his big rig.
Thank God he broke the speed limit, trying to get his new sex slave home or who knows where she would be.
“UGH! UGH! UGH!” Ms American grunted as she was brutally raped.
“MMMMMMPH!” Flag Girl squealed as she watched Duncan rape the hell out her mentor. She sobbed as Morgan sucked and bit her tits into aching balls of flesh. The young heroine hadn’t fully recovered from her previous encounter with the brothers so her body was already responding to the hot wet mouth and strong fingers.
“Oh you fucking slut.” Morgan panted as he slammed his cock into the tight twat.
“ACKKKKKKK!” Flag Girl sobbed as she was raped again.
Ms Americana rolled her head around and miserably watched her faithful sidekick get raped. She gasped as the huge cock pounding her body made her come. The bound beauty shook her head and sobbed as her body began trembling with sexual energy. She closed her eyes and screamed in anger. Then screamed again when another orgasm hit her.
“That’s it Americana Whore!” Duncan smirked, “You just keep coming and coming! I’ll have you tamed by morning!”
“MMMMMMMMMPH!” The great heroine shook her head but her act of defiance was wreaked by the orgasm hitting her body.
“AHHHHHHHH!” Flag Girl wailed as she came like a firecracker exploding. She ached up and sobbed as her young body shook from the sexual bliss. The bound heroine looked over and watched Ms Americana climax with a loud scream.
“YES! YES!” Duncan laughed, “I own you bitch! Have some cum!”
Duncan shot his load into the tight pussy and gasped in delight and victory.
“AHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana wailed as the cum made her come twice. She bucked around on the bed and slumped. She gulped and panted, trying to regain control of her body.
Duncan pulled out and took advantage of her weaken state. He quickly untied her and the strapped her into a leather bondage garment. It had a stiff leatherback and a series of leather straps that encircled her amble bosom and lifted them. There were leather straps that wrapped around her upper arm and lower arm, keeping them tightly bound to her side. It had a thick leather collar that kept her head in place. There was a sliver ring on the collar. Three chains were attached to the ring. Two of the chains had silver nipple clamps with bells, which he clipped onto her large tits. The third chain acted like a long leash. So when Duncan pulled on the leash not only would it yank on her collar but also on her tits, which made the bells ring.
“MPPPPPH!” Ms Americana grunted as Duncan used the leash to pull her up, pinching her nipples and making her jiggled.
By the time Morgan had empty his cock, he made Flag Girl come two mores times. Duncan was leading Ms Americana around the room. After two laps, he grabbed a riding crop and began to whip her ass.
“MPH! MPH! MPH!” The bound heroine squealed she was forced to trot around the room, making the bells jingle like sleigh bells. She yelped each time the crop lashed her ass.
The ravished Flag Girl was untied and made to kneel on one of the straight back chairs. She was forced into a pink corset of stiff leather with a lash back. Once put on it tightly hugged her slender waist and pushed up her big tits. There was a leather belt attached to the rear, which kept her arms locked behind her back. A gold collar was locked around her neck.
Morgan pulled on her leash making her bend over the back of the chair. He locked it to the chair’s crossbar. He used rope to bind her knees to the front chair legs. The young man than snapped on gold nipple clamps that had three chains and bells. The chains dangled between her tits. Two fishing weight were clipped on to the clamps. The two weights swung between her boobs.
“MMMMMPH” Flag Girl sobbed as the weights tormented her boobs and made the bells ring. The bound girl squealed when her captor pushed two vibrators into her ass and pussy.
“I want to keep you hot and ready while we work on your big titted buddy.” Morgan laughed.
Ms American was panting and sweaty by the time Duncan made her climb onto the table and knee. The bells ringing away in her ears. Her ass was burning from the whipping. Through tear filled eyes she saw the position Flag Girl was in. The bound heroine realized the both Jewel boys were going to work on her.
“Okay Americana Slut, “ Duncan laughed as he climbed onto the table while tugging on her leash. “I am going to take off your gag and there will be no begging or threats. You will just wrap those fat lips around my dick and start sucking OR I will whip your blonde buddy’s ass over there. You got it, whore!”
The exhausted heroine glumly nodded knowing it was useless to disobey. She had been caught, her power belt taken, bound and gagged, kidnapped, raped and now was wrapped in a leather harness with bells and nipple clamps. The kneeling beauty licked her lips when the gag was taken off. She stared at the cock and took a breath.
“Ahhhhhh!’ Duncan laughed as the great heroine began to lick his cock.
“Hey, you don’t mind if I fuck your ass?” Morgan smiled as he knelt behind her large round ass.
Ms Americana grunted as Morgan began to push his cock into her butt. She squirmed around making her bells jingle. The once proud heroine ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Ms Americana worked down to the balls and rolled her tongue over them. The whole time she grunted and moaned from the cock fucking her ass made her bells tinkle.
“Oh, oh, ahhhhhh.” Duncan moaned as the tongue lapped over his balls and then her wet mouth wrapped around them.
“Damn! This ass is tight!” He laughed loving the way her tight butt crushed his cock.
Flag Girl sobbed, squealed and twisted around on the chair as the two vibrators drove her body to climax and climax. She let off a long muffled scream as a huge orgasm shook her body.
Ms Americana sucked on the balls for a good five minutes and then kissed and licked up the pole to its head. She glumly kissed and licked before pushing the hard cock deep into her mouth. The bound beauty swallowed the shaft until her nose pushed into her red curly crotch. Ms Americana held the cock deep in her mouth as she sucked it and enjoyed the pounding her ass was taking. She was rewarded with a wonderful orgasm, which made her suck the cock into her throat. The once proud heroine deep throated herself until she was forced to pull back for air.
“OH YOU FUCKING WHORE!” Duncan gasped,” WHO THE HELL TAUGHT YOU SUCK LIKE A WHORE!”
Ms Americana’s face burned red when she remembered a pimp by the name of Billy Rotten who she had lost a bet had helped perfect her blowjobs so she could whore for him. Not the brightest moment in her heroic adventures.
Morgan grunted and panted as he worked his cock deep into her ass and filled it with cum.
“MMMMMMMPH!” Ms Americana screamed she came. She enthusiastically sucked on the cock, feeling it swell in her mouth.
“OH YOU BITCH!” Duncan yelled as he fired his load.
“MMMMMM” Ms Americana gasped the cum shot right down into her throat. She gulped it down, loving the sweet taste.”
“GOD, I LOVE SEX!” She thought to herself. “I so love being fucked!”
The bound heroine looked up with big puppy eyes when Duncan pulled out. He gave her head a pat. Her disappointment was short lived because Morgan moved in front of her.
“Here whore,” He sneered, “Suck on this!”
Ms Americana clamped her mouth around the cock and began to suck. She squealed in delight as Duncan pushed his cock into well-fucked ass. The horny heroine came at once.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Flag Girl wailed as she came over and over. She bucked around on the chair, sobbing and squealing in delight. Her body was now coated with hot sweat, which was dripping off her young body.
Ms Americana sucked and fucked on the two cocks like a dog in heat. She twisted and turned, enjoying the cock reaming out her ass. She gulped and licked the other cock with wild abandon.
Three orgasms hit her in quick succession, making her scream in sheer bliss. Both cocks came together, giving her another climax. The bound heroine gasped and sobbed when the cocks pulled out.
They dragged her over to one of the beds and Duncan lay down on his back. They made the Queen of Slut mount his cock and laughed when she began to fuck herself on his cock. The bells wildly ringing. Morgan mounted her ass and grabbed onto her tits.
The three bodies bounced and thrashed around, making the bed squeal and groan.
“OH SWEEEEEEET LIBERTY!” Ms Americana screamed, “I’M TAMED! I’M TAMED! SWEEEEEEEET LIBERTYYYYYYYY I AM YOURRRRRRRSSSSSS!”
The Jewel boys laughed in triumph but didn’t let up on their fucking.
Two hours later, they left the great Ms Americana sprawl across the bed. Her rich body was covered with cum and sweat. More cum dibbled out her mouth, down her chin and onto her tits. The white seed leaked from her ass and pussy. Her head hung over the side of the bed, making her sweat soaked hair fall to the floor. The look on her face was one of exhaustion and defeat. There was not a glimmer of defiance in her eyes. Ms Americana, Queen of Justice was truly defeated.
“I’m tamed, tamed, tamed, “ She whimpered over and over.
Flag Girl saw her two captors walking toward her and sighed in delight and misery. The bound heroine knew it was her turn and since her body was already climaxing over and over from the vibrators tormenting her young body. The young heroine knew she would soon be joining her mentor as mindless sex starved bimbo.
Roy Jewel was walking to the front door when saw his two sons staggering up to their rooms. He wanted to say something about it being seven in the morning but thought better about it. They had really come through during these hard times. They had come up with enough money to not only keep his business afloat and but maintain their lifestyle. Roy wanted to ask where the money was coming from but decided it was best not to know.
“Hey Dad.” Duncan called down, “Try to stay home tonight. We got an early birthday present for you.”
“Son, you didn’t have to.” Roy said, wondering what they had gotten him.
“Yes we did, you are going to love. I promise.”
Duncan thought about the two heroines down in the rape room. They were chained to the beds with vibrators stuck in both holes. Plus they had both been giving a drug that would make they hornier than a thirteen year seeing a Playboy for the first time. By tonight the two whores would be tamed and broken beyond repair. There would be no turning back to their former selves.
Ms Americana and Flag Girl were gone forever.
The two boys danced around the room when they pulled off their masks and found Brenda Wade and Lydia Willis.
While two heroines were kissing and licking their master’s feet, Brenda had told them that Got Gal and Got Chic knew where they were. So they would try to ruin everything.
Needless to say, the slaves told their masters the secret identities of the two heroines. Duncan and Morgan decided on a plan of action. They broke into Wade Manor and sent E-mail to Tanya using Brenda’s laptop.
Tanya,
Screwed up, Flag Girl being held captive in Jewel Manor. I am going in tonight. Could use help. Eight by the big oak on the east side of Jewel Manor.
Ms Americana
Knowing where the two heroines would be at eight would make setting up a trap a breeze. They were facing a long night so they needed to crash for a few hours.
SEVEN O: CLOCK….
Roy Jewel walked into his den and stopped in shock. Two beautiful women were kneeling on his plush red carpet the center of his den. Both their heads were bowed so their long hair covered their faces. His two sons were holding the leashes attached to their collars.
“Slaves, your master is here. Greet him!” Duncan snapped.
“Welcome home master, they chimed together as they lifted their heads.
He slumped to his knees and covered his mouth with his hand when he realized who the two slaves were.
Brenda Wade was wearing a purple negligee with matching gaiter belts, fishnet stockings and fuck-me six-inch heels. Her long thick black hung around her beautiful face.
Lydia was wearing an identical outfit but hers was hot pink. Her incredibly long hair fell over her young rich body in an ocean of gold curls.
“Are, are, you insane.’ Roy gasped.
“It gets better.” Morgan said as he held up the costumes of Ms Americana and Flag Girl.
“Brenda Wade is Ms Americana! Wait, now it all makes sense. That’s how she was able to stay one step ahead of me. That bitch!”
Roy climbed to his feet and loosen his tie.
“Who knows they are here?” Roy asked, who had already decided he was going keep the two sluts.
“No one dad.” Duncan said.
Got Gal and Got Chic knew but in less than an hour they would be taken care of.
“Go to your master, slaves!” Duncan snapped.
The two defeated and broken woman crawled over to Roy and squatted down. They began to kiss and lick his shoes.
“Oh master, I am here to serve you.” Brenda cooed, “I am such a bitch to you. Oh please command me. I will obey. There is nothing I won’t do for you.”
“Yes, yes, master, we will do whatever you want.” Lydia cooed, “Anything.”
“My God, they’re tamed.” Roy muttered.
“Dad, you control the woman.” Morgan smiled, “You control the empire.”
Roy looked down at two slaves, now looking up at him with big doe like eyes and realized he now control Brenda’s Wade entire business empire.
“Boys, don’t you want these sluts for yourselves.”
“Not to worry.” Duncan laughed, “We got the sex slave thing covered.”
“So take the whores upstairs and fuck them.” Morgan smirked.
Roy just laughed as he grabbed the two leashes. He made the two slaves crawl behind him, across the two rooms to the three flights of stairs and down the long hard wood floor and into his bedroom.
Got Girl and Got Chic crept up toward the huge mansion. They ducked behind the huge oak and watched the large house.
“Where is she?” Got Chic whispered.
“She’ll be here.” Got Gal said as she spotted something red, white and blue lying on top of a small box. The two heroines trotted over to the pile of colorful garments.
“Sweet Liberty! Its Ms Americana and Flag Girl’s costumes!” Cried Got Chic as she snatched up the clothes.
“NO WAY!” Got Gat yelled.
Her warning was too late. There was a pop and both the heroines were engulfed in a red cloud of gas. Seconds later, they were lying on the ground, dead to the world. Duncan and Morgan walked up. Duncan knelt down and gave Got Gal’s tits a good feel.
“Man, these are as big as Ms Americana.” He smirked, “Plus she is a blonde. I loved blondes.
“Why didn’t you keep Flag Girl.” Morgan asked,
“I knew this slut had bigger tits.”
“Well I will settle for this little whore right here. “ Morgan laughed.
They scooped up the two sleeping beauties and carried them into the house.
Got Girl and Got Chic woke to find themselves trapped in the rape room. Got Gal was wearing the leather garment Brenda had been forced to wear. Got Chic was strapped to the hard table. Both were naked. They looked at the two naked men standing over them. The older man was holding up their masks.
“We are doomed!” Got Gal gasped.
While his sons started to rape the Got heroines in the rape room, Roy was lying in his bed. Lydia was happily sucking his cock while he sucked on Brenda’s big tits making her gasp in delight.
“OOOOH MASTER.’ She cooed.
“Tonight I will fuck your brains out.” He thought, “Tomorrow I will fuck your life.”
SIX MONTHS LATER….
WADE ENTERPRICES AND INDUSTRIES TAKEN OVER.
It was no surprise to anyone that the last of Brenda Wade’s companies were taken over by Jewel Inc. Since Ms Wade had become a recluse, living out her life in Wade Manor, she had made one bad business deal after another. Roy Jewel who was facing bankruptcy himself was able to pick himself up in the last few months….
REWARD OFFERED FOR ANY INFORMATION CONCERNING THE DISAPPEARANCE OF TANYA O’DONNELL AND ANITA JACKSON…
EIGHT MONTHS….
LYDIA WILLIS ENGAGE TO ROY JEWEL
Lydia Willis announced her engagement to Roy Jewel. It was no surprise since the stunning blonde has been seen in his company for the last few months. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Miss Willis said she would not be returning to school. She was looking forward to being a devoted wife to Roy.
Brenda Wade could not be reached for comment because she is traveling. But since the reclusive billionairess had disappeared from the public eye she had rarely made any public statements…
Roy sat in his bed reading the morning paper and smiled. He looked down at his young bride to be curled up by him. How guys had a nineteen-year-old blonde for a wife. The fact she was a brainless bimbo was definite plus.
“Morning master.” April smiled as she walked in.
The stunning African-American beauty came into the master bedroom. The nineteen-year-old body was squeezed into sexy French Maid uniform. Her huge boobs were ready to spill out while the short skirt barely covered her big round ass. April carried his breakfast tray toward the bed, brightly smiling as she did. She carefully put the tray down and waited with her tits almost in his face.
“Will there be anything else master?” She cooed.
Morgan had left his sex slave in his care while he was out in Hollywood, playing movie producer. He called last night, saying he just finished fucking that actress from that T.V. series.
Duncan had moved into Wade Manor, taking his sex slave Tanya with him.
“Yeah, suck me off slut.” Roy smiled as he yanked the covers off, revealing his stiff cock.
“YES MASTER!” April cried as she climbed onto the bed. She quickly wrapped her lips around his cock and began to suck.
Roy watched the young girl slurp on his cock. He would fuck her ass after she was done. Maybe wake up Lydia and have her join fun. The young blonde would happily join in because that is what a good sex slave would do. One word from him and she would help suck his cock or anyone else’s cock.
Which made him think of Brenda Wade.
The old man sat back and smiled. He chuckled to himself. Brenda Wade wasn’t traveling. She hadn’t travel for the last six months. He had vowed to fuck her life. He had destroyed her business and now he was destroying the woman.
“I really should check up on her. Might be time to bring the slut home. Yeah. Maybe. I do miss those big tits.”
Roy leaned gasped as he came in April’s mouth. The phone rang and she snatched it up.
“Yeah.”
“Hey, Dad.” Morgan smiled, “Look I got to make this quick. I am getting pretty serious with…”
“You want me to keep April as my sex slave.” Roy smiled, “You just made my day.”
Roy talked to Morgan for a few more minutes and hung up.
“Slave April. You belong to me now.” Roy smiled, “Now strip and show me how happy you are to be my slave.”
“Yes master!” April giggled, thinking the dad was so much better in bed than his son. She happily pulled off her uniform.
“Who needs Brenda Wade.” Roy smiled as the nineteen-year-old uncovered her full rich body.
SOMEWHERE IN THAILAND….
In a small village sat deep in the jungle. In the center of the village sat a small hut. A long line of men stood outside the hut, each one hungrily watched the front door. A big man stood by the door with his arms folded. His job was to keep the line moving and make everyone left when it was time.
The only furniture in the hut was an old beat up bed. A completely naked Brenda was kneeling on the cot. A heavy chain was locked around her ankle. The other end of the chain was locked to a stake pounded into the ground. The raven-haired beauty was sucking on the cock of a fat farmer who hadn’t washed in months. An equally smelly short farmer with a face like a pig was fucking her ass.
Eighteen hours a day, Brenda sucked and fucked anyone who showed up at her door. She didn’t charge anything. The locals had no idea where the tall beauty with the huge tits came from. They didn’t care. All they knew was she showed up one day with an old man and the big man.
“This whore needs fucking.” He laughed, “I gonna put her up in that hut. Anyone who wants can fuck the slut. No Charge.”
So for the last six months, Brenda Wade once the richest and most powerful woman in the country along with being the premier heroine of the city was now nothing more than a village whore and most likely would stay in that village for the rest of her life, fucking and sucking every dirt farmer who walked in.