By
Blacknite13
Ms Americana downshifted as she fishtailed around the corner. She smiled to herself as she maneuvered around the slow moving cars. The mighty heroine rarely drove this fast and recklessly through the streets but she was fighting the clock. She replayed the phone call in her head.
“Ms Wade,” The voice grunted with a slight lisp, “I know you and that
big titted bimbo Ms Americana are buddies….maybe more than buddies….much more.”
“I don’t like what you are implying.”
“I am implying nothing…just fantasizing….”
“You pervert…”
“Tell Ms Americana go to the old Battle Royal Arena in Sugar Town. She
must be there in one hour. If she is not. I will rape the young coed I picked
up.”
“You fiend!”
“I pray you can deliver the message.”
“Villain!”
“That’s no way to speak to one of your father’s old friends.”
“You knew my father?”
“Stepfather…bye.”
CLICK!
The Queen of Justice hit the brakes and spun the wheel. The custom-made
sport scar spun, slide up against the curb and stopped. The shapely heroine
jumped out the car and studied the old sports center. It had closed down when
The Wade SPORTS CENTER had opened last year.
Brenda Wade had built the new arena because the old one sat in the
middle of Sugar Town. The worst part of the city where with enough cash you buy
anything.
The huge round building look run down but wasn’t a complete ruin. Most
of the windows were unbroken. The only real damage was the graffiti and the
weeds covered parking lot.
Ms Americana was surprised to see the lot was filled with cars. All the
cars were high end with a lot of chrome and bright paint jobs. She turned her
ear but there were no sounds coming from the arena. The tall beauty turned and
frowned when she noticed small crowds of milling around on the four corners.
Hookers, pimps and other low lives were standing around; talking, smoking but
they were all watching her.
“A trap.” Ms Americana smiled, “Fools! As if a superior woman could be
caught by such foolishness. I should go home but I don’t want to disappoint my
foe. He did go to all this trouble to set me up. It would be rude not to show
up!”
Ms Americana marched up to the open door and smirked.
“Why don’t you put a sign over the door with the word TRAP printed on
it.”
The tall walked beauty past the ticket booths and leaped over the
turnstile.
Grunt watched from the darkness and laughed. He could see the arrogant
smug smile on her face. His eyes leered over the 44DDs bouncing in the stars
and strips bra. Her thong covered the wiggling ass. The red spike-heeled boots
made her long legs look amazing. A gold tiara held back her long thick raven
hair.
“Ahhhhh.” Grunt lisped, “Soon. Soon.”
Ms Americana strutted toward the double doors leading to the main
arena. She crashed through the doors and stopped. There was a raised platform
sitting in the middle of the dimly lit room. Red velvet cords surrounded a
padded mat.
“Boxing or wrestling?” Ms Americana smirked, “No matter, I excel at
both!”
The Queen of Justice walked up to the ring, leapt up and over the
ropes. She landed perfectly, walked to the center of the ring and turned
around. Ms Americana could see there were people in the stands but no one said
a word.
“Now what!” Ms Americana yelled, “You went to a lot of trouble to get
me here on time. At least you could…”
“General Wade,” A voice grunted from the darkness, “was in charge of
the Super Soldier project. For years he attempted to create the perfect
fighting machine…He had many failures….I am one of them….I AM GRUNT!”
Ms Americana whirled at the sound something heavy landing on the mat
behind her. She gasped and stumbled back at the sight of Grunt.
Grunt stood a little less than five feet. He had short bowed but
muscular legs. His chest and arms were
massive with muscles that Arnold would have envied. His arms were long and hung
down his side like an ape's. His face had all the characteristics of pig,
pointed ears, a snort-like nose and wide mouth. Grunt’s leathery skin was dark brown and his head covered with
short black curls. Black fatigue pants were all that he wore.
“Sweet Liberty!” Ms Americana gasped, “W-what are you?”
“I was a man once.” Grunts said with a lisp, “Before you’re father got
his claws into me. When his experiment failed. He locked me away…but I
escaped.”
“General Wade would never….”
“SHUT UP! I have waited for this for years! Waiting and watching as the
great Brenda Wade became famous, rich and powerful…and respected.”
“Why call me? If you are after Brenda Wade?”
“MISSSSS Wade is at the height of her power. So her fall will be long
and hard.”
“So I am the first step in your revenge?”
“Yes, I will bring you down and tamed you. Then you will help me bring
down Wade!”
“Not in this lifetime you, you pig!”
“Let the battle begin!”
Suddenly the lights came on revealing the arena was filled with pimps,
hookers, mistresses, and every kind of scum that inhabited Sugar Town. There
were even a few cops and politicians.
“You are kidding?” Ms Americana laughed, “I am Ms Americana! Queen of
Justice! I have never been defeated!”
“First time for everything.” Grunt chuckled, “And I don’t need no
stinging belt!”
Ms Americana’s hands went to the gold power belt wrapped around her
slender hips. She flexed her red-gloved hands and thrust out her chest.
“Rules?” She asked.
“No rules!’ Grunt yelled and leaped.
The short pig-like man was incredibly fast. He landed in front of the
tall heroine and slammed his fist into her flat belly.
“UGHHHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana gasped as she flew back across the ring,
hit the ropes and then slammed to the floor. She shook her head to clear it but
an incredibly strong hand grabbed her around the back of the neck.
“UP AND OVER!” Grunt lifted the heroine and flung her across the ring.
The crowd jumped to their feet as the heroine hit the ropes and flipped
over the cord crashing to the floor. They cheered and laughed as Grunt flew over
the ropes.
“Sweet Liberty.” Ms Americana gasped, “AIIIIIIIIIIII!”
Ms Americana screamed as Grunt lifted her over his head, spun her
around and flung her over the ropes. She landed on the mat with a loud thud,
which knocked the air out of her. The raven-haired beauty whimpered as he
lifted up and laid her across his shoulders.
Grunt fell back, slamming his massive weight into the heroine’s
stomach, which made her gasp in pain. He jumped up and grabbed her by the hair.
“OWWWWWW!” Ms Americana sobbed as she was pulled to her knees. She
looked up and saw the fist coming down. It was the last thing she saw.
“OHHHH!” Ms Americana squealed as something cold and wet hit her. She
sat up and looked around. The mighty heroine was sitting in the middle of the
ring. Through blurry eyes she could see the crowd was on their feet, cheering
and clapping. Once her eyes cleared, she turned and was shocked to see Grunt
was standing in the corner, holding up her power belt.
“SWEET LIBERTY!” Ms Americana sobbed, “I am doomed!”
Grunt turned and smiled. The small man put his powerful arms on his
hips and smiled.
“Crawl to me, bitch!” He snarled, “DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!
CRAWL!”
The raven-haired beauty body was still in agony from the sound beating.
She pushed back her hair and slowly got to her knees. Ms Americana slowly
crawled over to her foe, the sound of the cheering crowd filling her ears. The
Queen of the Justice couldn’t believe not only had she been defeated but in
front of the most vile and disgusting villains this city had to offer.
“CRAWL! CRAWL!” Grunt laughed,
“CRAWL FOR YOU MASTER!”
The crowd was going crazy. For years the great Ms Americana had made
their lives hell. Most of them had been beaten up, thrown in jail or both. Now
they had not only seen her defeated but the great heroine was crawling on her
hands and knees. They all knew her righteous reign of terror was over.
Tonight Sugar Town would party!
The defeated heroine crawled over the toad like man and then slumped
back on her knees. Ms Americana took a deep breath and looked up. She eyed her
gold belt thinking if she just got the belt.
“You want this?” Grunt laughed
as dangled it in front of her face. He looped it and slipped it around her
neck.
“UGHH!” Ms Americana gasped as he pulled it tight. She gasped as he
tugged on the belt a few times.
“Come on my little dog.” Grunt smiled, “Let’s take a walk.”
Grunt yanked on the belt, forcing back onto her hands and knees. He
pulled on the belt as he started to walk around the ring.
“P-please don’t…” Ms Americana sobbed as she was forced to crawl around
the ring. It was made worst the cheers and laughter of the crowd. She cringed
as they began to pellet her with popcorn, wads of paper and cups of beer. By time she had done a couple of laps her
body reeked of stale beer and sweat.
“On your knees, slut.” Grunt snapped, “You know what is coming next.”
The broken heroine whimpered as she watched her captor pulled open his
pants. She gasped as twelve-inch cock popped out.
“Sweet Liberty, you can’t even think….UGHHHH!” Ms Americana gasped, as
her belt was pulled tight around her neck.
“Less whining and moaning.” Grunt growled, “And sucking.”
Ms Americana gulped when the belt was loosened. She ran her hand over
her lips and then grabbed the cock with both hands. The heroine began to rub
the cock as she began to kiss and lick the cock. She closed her eyes and sobbed
as the crowd began to chant.
“SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!”
Grunt threw up his hands in triumph as the once mighty heroine rubbed
and kissed his cock. He let off a low moan as his cock began to stiffen.
Ms Americana yanked on the huge shaft with both hands while running her
tongue up and down. She worked down to the balls and began lap her tongue over
them.
“That’s the ticket, baby.” Grunt sighed, “You have done this
before….yes you have.”
The Queen of Justice felt her face begin to burn with anger and
humiliation when she realized that the mutant of a man planning on raping her
right in front of the slime of the city. Although she couldn’t see them she was
pretty sure her downfall was being filmed.
Actually it was worst. It was being broadcast over the Internet and for
fifty bucks you could watch this once in a lifetime event.
Ms Americana kissed and licked back up to the top of his cock while
pulling on the base. It now felt and looked like a long iron spike. The shapely beauty parted her ruby-red lip
and forced them over the cock.
“YESSSSSSSSSS!” Grunt yelled to the cheering crowd who were now making
bets on how long it would take for the slut to make him come.
“MMMMMPHHH!” Ms Americana bawled as she swallowed the cock inch by inch
using her hands to push it deep into her mouth. She began to suck on the pole
while rolling her tongue over it.
Grunt folded his arms over his massive chest and watched the raven-haired
head move up and down his cock while sucking with loud slurps. He tugged on the
belt just to make sure she understood who was calling the shots.
The Queen of Justice gagged as the belt tightened but kept sucking and
rubbing the cock. She clamped her lips around the pole and gave long sucks
while yanking on it with long hard pulls.
“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Grunt yelled as he emptied his cock into her mouth.
“MMMMMMMMPHHHH!” Ms Americana sobbed, as her mouth was flooded with
sweet cum. She gulped it down with loud slurps but it dribbled out the sides of
her mouth. She kept sucking even though the cum was flowing down her chin and
onto her huge tits. The shapely heroine drank it dry and then glumly licked it
clean. She gave off a short yelp as Grunt pulled her up by the hair and her
belt.
Grunt paraded her around the ring so everyone could see her cum stained
face and boobs. He forced her to the middle of the ring and yanked up her arms.
“AW!” Ms Americana gasped as he wrapped chains around her wrists. She wondered
why she hadn’t noticed the chains hanging over the ring as he locked the chains
with padlocks. The chained heroine
sobbed as he took off her costume.
Grunt stepped back and looked over the full round 44DDs, slender waist
and tight ass. He knelt down and spread her legs.
Ms Americana wearily watched as Jasmine and Lola two hookers she had
busted a few time waltzed up. Jasmine as a tall beautiful black woman with a
short Afro and huge tits. Lola was a stunning redhead with perky tits. Both the
tall beauties were naked except for the high heels and tassels on their boobs.
Lola handed Grunt a spread bar and blew as kiss at the chained beauty.
Grunt locked her ankles into the leather cuffs bolted to the ends of
the bar. He patted the thin strip of
black curls and stood up. He held out his paw like hand.
Jasmine slapped a stars and stripes scarf into his hand.
Grunt tripled knotted the scarf and shoved the knot into her mouth.
“MPHHHH!” Ms Americana gasped as she was gagged with her own patriotic
colors.
“Ladies, clean the slut up.” Grunt said.
Jasmine and Lola reached down into a large plastic bucket and pulled
large soapy sponges. They began to rub her body all over. The two whores
stroked and fondled Ms Americana.
“Mmmmmmph!” Ms Americana sighed as Jasmine clamped the sponge over her
pussy and began to rub it. Lola rubbed
her sponge over her ass while she playfully spanked it.
“I think someone is having a good time.” Jasmine giggled as she
continued to fondle her twat.
“Ugghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana sighed as her pussy got hot and wet
while her body began to throb with heated lust. She rolled her head around
trying stop the buzzing in her head.
Lola and Jasmine stepped back and watched as Wanda, a short whore with
pink hair walked up behind the chained beauty. She lifted up another plastic
pail and dumped it over Ms Americana’s head.
“Aughhhhhhhhh!’ Ms Americana squealed as ice cold water splashed over
her body. The icy water made her tits perk up even more.
Grunt walked around the dripping wet beauty, shivering from the
cold.
“Okay time to fuck this whore.” Grunt said, “ Lola, Wanda suck on her
tits. Jasmine get her pussy hot.”
Lola giggled and then began to kiss and bit the big boobs. Wanda ran
her tongue down the heroine’s face down to her tits. Jasmine dropped down and
stroked her pussy with her thumbs. She licked her lips and then pushed her
tongue into her black curls.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana moaned as her tits and pussy were
fondled and sucked.
Grunt moved behind his dangling heroine and cupped her ass. He gave it
a couple of squeezes and then shoved his cock into her tight ass.
“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Ms Americana wailed as her tight ass
was filled with the massive cock.
Grunt gripped the fat ass with
both his gigantic paws and began to fuck her so hard her feet were lifted off
the floor with each thrust.
“AUGHHHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana sobbed as her ass was reamed out by the
long hard log. It was made worst by Lola and Wanda sucking and chewing on her
tits while roughly fondling them. Jasmine’s talented tongue was doing wonderful
things to her pussy and turning it into a hot pool sex in need of serious
fucking. Of course she could hear the crowd was cheering, laughing, making bets
when she would come and worst be tamed. A small but loud group was chanting.
“FUCK THE SLUT! FUCK THE SLUT! FUCK HER GOOD!”
And every second of her defeat was going out into the world via the
Net.
“UGHHHHH! UGHHHHHH!” Ms Americana screamed as her butt was pounded. Her
tits had swell and were tingling from the hooker’s constant attention. Jasmine
was now slurping on her juices gushing out her pussy. Her head feel like it was
filled with fireworks, exploding over and over.
Grunt worked his cock in and out with the same brutal force he had laid
her out on the mat. He squeezed and fondled her ass, digging his fingers into
her tender flesh. The hogman felt her ass clamp around his cock and knew he had
her.
“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Ms Americana screamed as an orgasm hit
her. She bucked around as the climax shook her body. The once proud heroine
sobbed and squealed as another orgasm hit her.
“UGH! UGH! UGGH! Grunt panted as he fucked his cock in and out with
increasing speed.
Jasmine clamped her mouth over pussy and drank her sweet juices. Wanda
was chewing on her nipple while she pinched the big boob. Lola squeezed her tit
between her fingers as she lapped her tongue over it.
“AWWWWWWWWWW!” Grunt howled as he shot his load into her ass.
“AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana screamed as she an orgasm so powerful
she pulled herself upon the chains and thrust out her legs. It felt like her
whole body was on fire. After what seemed hours, the Queen of Justice slumped.
Grunt pulled out his cock and nodded at Jasmine.
The hooker happily trotted off.
“Ohhhhh!” Ms Americana sighed as Grunt ran his hands over her soft body
while he kissed and nibbled her ear.
Jasmine came back with a huge black dildo strapped around her crotch.
She moved behind the squirming heroine, grabbed her ass and shoved her strap-on
into her butt hole.
“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Ms Americana squealed, as she was butt fucked for
the second time while Grunt sucked and chewed on her tits. Wanda and Lola were
both licking and slurping on her hot wet pussy. The ravished heroine bucked and
twisted as her body was assaulted.
Grunt stopped his sucking and watched Ms Americana was raped and abused
by the three whores. He turned and watched the crowd scream and cheer as the
Queen of Justice was forced to another orgasm.
“ENOUGH!” Grunt roared, “Back off!”
Jasmine pulled out her sex toy, pouting as she did and stomped off.
Wanda and Lola pouted too as they left the ring.
Grunt reached up and unlocked her hands from the chains and let his
captive drop to the floor. He took off the spread bar and rolled her onto her
back. The short man knelt between her
legs and shoved his cock into her hot wet pussy.
“AWWWSWEEEEEEEET LIBERTYYYYY NOOO!” Ms Americana wailed as the massive
cock raped her. She began to pound the
mat with her gloved hands as the cock slammed in and out. She grunted and
squealed with each thrust of the cock lifted her ass off the mat.
“I own you! You are mine!” Grunt snarled as he fucked the hell out her.
He grabbed onto her big boobs and crushed them between his hands. The mutant
stuck out his long tongue and lapped it over her tits.
“UGHHHHHHHH!” Ms American sobbed as the steel like cock pumped deep
into her twat and out. The hot wet tongue rolled over her tits and up her
neck. She turned her face away as the
tongue licked her face.
Grunt pounded his cock deep into the cock making her gasp. He pulled
her gag down, pushed his snakelike tongue into her mouth and clamped his mouth
over hers. He mashed her tits together.
“MPHHHHHHH!” The Queen of Justice sobbed as she was forced to suck on
the tongue filling her mouth. She blinked away the tears filling her eyes and
gasped another orgasm hit her.
Grunt chewed on her lips as her slammed his cock deep into her pussy.
He mauled her tits around, making her squeal.
“OH SWEEEET GODDDESSSS SAVE FROM THIS BEAST!” Ms Americana sobbed after
the tongue left her mouth. She shook her head and moaned as the cock made her
come again. Lost in her own lust, she brought up her legs and wrapped them
around his hips as she began to beat at his back with her fist.
“HA! YOU ARE MINE!” Grunt roared, “ADMIT YOUR DEFEAT! YOU ARE DONE MS
AMERICANA!”
“AWWWW! YES! YES! I AM DEFEATED! TAMED! OH SWEET LIBERTY I AM DOOMED TO
SERVE YOU!”
Unlike the villains who had defeated Ms Americana in the past, tricking
or conning her into getting her power belt off. This vile pig of a man had
defeated with her power belt still on. The Queen of Justice knew this truly was
her end.
“AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Ms Americana screamed her lungs out as her
pussy was filled with hot cum that shattered her last wall of defiance.
Grunt pulled out his cock and yanked on his fatigues pants. He grabbed
some coils of rope and began to tie the defeated heroine. He pulled her arms to
the middle of her back and tied rope around her wrists, elbows and upper arms.
More rope went around her waist and criss-crossed her chest. He ran rope
through her crotch and pulled it tight so it rubbed her pussy. He tugged the
rope up and between her massive tits. Grunt looped it around her neck, pulled
it tight and tugged on the remaining length of rope, using it like a leash.
“Uh, pleasee….I….I…” Ms Americana whimpered as she was pulled along
like a pet dog.
Grunt knelt down and tied her knees together. He tugged on the rope
making the great Queen of Justice hobble after him. The short man led her to the ropes and then, lifted her over the
cords and carried her out of the ring.
The humiliated heroine was force to followed Grunt all over the arena,
up and down the stairs. The fans spanked and pinched her. Then she was lead out
the arena and out onto the street.
“Sweet Liberty!’ Ms Americana sobbed when saw the streets were crowded
with not only the locals but also the media. Even the vice squad and a few
other cops were off in a corner but did nothing to help her. The defeated heroine
hobbled up the middle of the street as the crowd cheered and laughed while the
camera whirled and clicked.
Grunt led his new slave up one street and down another. It turned into
one big party with Ms Americana as the queen of the ball.
Miserably Ms Americana stumbled after her master until they came to
Sweet Willie’s corner. She was forced to her knees and ordered to suck him off.
Which the broken heroine did.
So it went for the rest of the night.
Billy Rotten got to fuck her in the ass bent over his pimpmoble. Mistress Heather lad back on her hot pink
Mustang while the bitch licked her pussy. Ms Americana serviced every pimp and
mistress she had busted. The final insult was in front of the Palace. The home
of King Pimp. He had brought out his golden throne so it sat on the street. Ms
Americana sucked him off and then straddled his lap. She rode his cock like a
pro and then got ass fucked by the notorious pimp. It was made more humiliating
because she had to thank him over and over.
Finally Grunt led her into back of his limo. He allowed the ravished
heroine to catch a quick nap. He wasn’t done with her, not by long shot. Grunt
needed to break and tame her so he could use her to bring down Brenda Wade. He
smiled to himself wondering what the great Ms Wade was thinking. The queen
bitch had to have seen the utter defeat of her buddy, Ms Americana. Grunt hoped
she was worried….very worried.
Grunt took Ms Americana to the house he had rented outside of Delta
City. He knew by this time most if not all of the other bimbo heroines were
looking for him, hoping to save their fellow slut.
Ms Americana sobbed as Grunt carried her into the small house and up to
the bedroom. She gasped when he tossed her down on the huge round bed. The
bound heroine whimpered as Grunt climbed onto the bed. The bound heroine sobbed
as her knees were untied and her legs spread.
“OH SWEET LIBERTY!” Ms Americana screamed as the cock slammed into her
all ready well-fucked pussy.
The next morning Grunt walked into the bedroom and looked down at the
ravished beauty sprawled across the bed. He smiled when she looked up and
quickly scrambled to the floor and got on her knees.
“Master Grunt.” Ms Americana cooed, “How my I serve you.”
“I need to know everything about Brenda Wade.” Grunt snapped, “I want
her to be as happy as you.”
“But master, I’m Brenda Wade.” Ms Americana smiled as she took off her
mask, “I am all ready your slave.”
“Talk about taming two whores with the same cock.” Grunt said, “Your
father took away my life…even my name…Now I am going to return the favor.
Over the next week, the entire Wade Empire was cut up and sold off like
parts from a hot car. The buyers got amazing deals with one condition. The Wade
Logo and name was to be taken off everything.
Anything with the Wade name and logo was pulled and replaced with a new
logo. By the end the month the Wade name was nowhere to be found including the
stock market. Even her bank accounts were closed.
An employee at the DMV was surprise to receive an envelope with what
appeared to be the shredded remains of Brenda Wade’s license.
While this was all happening, Lydia Willis was on the streets looking
for her mentor but to no avail. Everyone knew what happen to Ms Americana but
had no idea where Grunt took her. What bother the most was none of the vile
scum tried to rape her or even grab her.
They would just smile and walk off like they were in on some inside
joke.
Three days after Brenda’s disappearance the exhausted blonde came home
to find permit plastered over the brass plaque on the front gate covering up
the name: WADE MANOR.
Lydia couldn’t believe it. Wade Manor, the home of the Wades for
generations was slated to be demolished. She drove up and watched in shock as
all the furnishings of her home were being loaded into huge trucks apparently
to be sold in local auction houses except for anything with the Wade name, logo
or family crest. Those things were to be burned.
“Sweet Liberty!” Lydia gasped, “First the business. Now the home!”
It only got worst for poor Lydia; she got a phone call from the bank
telling her the trust Brenda had set up had been closed. Then her college dean
called telling that Ms Wade had called telling him that she would no longer be
paying Lydia’s tuition. So unless she could afford to pay herself, Lydia would
have to leave the school.
Lydia couldn’t believe it. In less than an hour her whole life had been
wiped out. The blonde slumped onto the marble steps of Wade Manor and sobbed.
“I am broke and homeless.” Lydia cried, “What shall I do?”
Poor Lydia was still weeping when a limo pulled up and the back door
opened. She looked up and whimpered as a hog like man stepped out.
“YOU!” Lydia growled, “I shall….”
“You want see Ms Americana alive again. You come me now.”
The blonde heroine knew she had not choice but to obey.
Later that night, Flag Girl was standing in the Arena, dressed in her
trademark costume. The halter-top and mini-skirt hugged her nineteen-year old
body like a second skin. The
nineteen-year-old heroine was standing in the corner waiting for her opponent.
She had agreed to fight in front of the packed arena. If she won, Ms Americana
would be freed and Grunt would leave town.
Flag Girl crackled her knuckles, worried that her power belt was at full
power. Last weekend she had been gangbanged in an alley for hours. Her rapists
had left her naked cum soaked body in the alley.
The young heroine would have been more worried if she knew the rapist
had been hired by Grunt. The gangbang had been another part of his plan to
destroy Wade.
“Sweet Liberty!” Flag Girl gasped as Ms Americana leapt into the ring.
Gone was the smug smile and proud shinning blue eyes. Her face was filled with
defeat and submission. “Wait this isn’t what I………..UGH!”
Flag Girl gasped in pain and shock as Ms Americana kicked her in the
gut and grabbed her by the hair. The
young blonde gave off a loud scream as she was flipped over her mentor’s hip.
She hit the mat hard and grunted in pain. Lydia looked up and screamed when she
saw Ms Americana flying down.
Ms Americana body slammed her sidekick and jumped up. She pulled the
sobbing heroine up and lifted her above her head.
“AAAAAAAAA!” Flag Girl screamed as she was spun around and around. Her
scream stopped when she hit the mat. Her head spinning and her body in pain,
Flag Girl realized she better start to fight. She looked up and saw Ms
Americana coming in for the kills. Lydia waited a second and lashed her boot
up. The kick was perfect, hitting her foe in the gut.
“UGHHHH!” Ms Americana gasped as she buckled over. She let off another
grunt as Flag Girl grabbed her around the neck and ran her up against the
ropes. She hit the ropes and bounced back onto the mat. The raven-haired
heroine let off a loud grunt when Lydia body slammed her.
The crowd was going crazy watching the two heroines battle it out. The
fight went back and forth. Both heroine getting in some good shots and slams.
Flag Girl staggered back, panting and gasping. She was holding her own
against her mentor but she knew better than anyone. Lydia couldn’t go the
distance. She was hot and sweaty while Ms Americana showed no signs of
tiring. Flag Girl let off a grunt as
she was punched in the gut and then a right cross set her to the mat. She
gasped when Ms Americana jumped on her back.
Ms Americana grabbed one of her boots and wrapped her arm around her
sidekick’s neck. She pulled back on both.
“AUGHHHHHHHHH!” Flag Girl gasped. She began to pound the mat with her
fist, signaling her defeat.
“Ms Americana jumped up and quickly locked a collar around her foe’s
neck. She snapped on a leash and tugged on it. When Lydia didn’t move she
kicked her firm round ass.
“I am lost.” Flag Girl sobbed as she crawled around the ring, “Defeated
by my own mentor! What will become of me?”
The defeated heroine soon found out. Soon her wrists were bound to her
elbows. She wretchedly sucked on the dildo gag stuffed into her mouth by
Brenda. She wretchedly stood in the middle of the ring.
“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Ms Americana yelled as she walked around her
sidekick tugging on the leash snapped to Flag Girl’s collar, tonight you will
have the chance to buy the one, the only Flag Girl. Check out these tits and if
an ass ever needed to be fucked. Trust me, this bitch knows how to lick.”
The whole world watched on the Net and Cable while Ms Americana
auditioned off her sidekick to the highest bidder. Which turned out to be King
Pimp. Ms Americana watched as the blonde was led off by the pimp to begin her
new life as a whore.
Grunt watched from the front seat.
By now everyone knew Brenda Wade was Ms Americana so by selling her
ward and sidekick into sexual slavery there was no longer any doubt the woman
had lost her mind or was just evil.
Either way the once respected name of Wade was ruined.
Axanna Morgan was fuming. Her best friend and fellow heroine Ms
American had be caught and tamed. And now was missing. The beautiful blonde had
been going out as Green Specter but to no avail. She looked over when her
private line. She picked it up,
wondering who was calling.
“Hello, Ms Morgan.” A harsh voice lisped, “Or should I say Green
Specter.”
“Are you insane…”
“Brenda told me everything. Including the code to your secret room at
home and the elevator in your office.
This is a personal matter between Brenda and myself. I suggest you
forget about her and Ms Americana. She’s done. I would be more concerned about
you. I have no interest in you or your
young daughter Specter Girl…but I am sure King Pimp or a few dozen nasty people
would be interested in you…do I make myself understood?”
“Y-yes.” Axanna sobbed, “I understand.”
The blonde heard the phone click but didn’t hang up. She wept for her
lost friend.
Every heroine in Delta City and Star City received similar phone calls.
By nightfall not one heroine was looking for the fallen heroine.
A year later, Wade Manor was gone and had been replaced with Grunt’s
Grove. A modern looking house made of dark glass, white marble and steel. The former Ms Americana aka Brenda Wade now
lived there with her lover, Master Grunt.
Finding anything with the Wade name or logo was almost impossible. Even
the name Brenda Wade was gone. The raven-haired beauty had her name legally
change to Slave.
And everyone called her that.
Remembering how the bitch insisted that everyone called her Ms
Wade. They had ample opportunity to
remind Slave of her new place in the world, Grunt would be out every night,
hitting the hot spots or going into a restaurant or club. Slave was always with
him, usually three steps behind and wearing next to nothing to cover her
amazing body.
Grunt led Slave around by a gold leash, which was attached to the gold
chain locked around her neck. A gold tag hung around her neck with one word on
it.
SLAVE
Rumor had it her gold belt and tiara had been melted down to make the
leash, collar and tag.
But no one knew for sure…except….Slave and her master.
And they weren’t saying…