Hi this was suppose to be short story but it kept on getting bigger and bigger. I hold you like it because I sure do. Blacknite13@live.com

 

 

Ms Americana, Flag Girl belongs to Mr. X.  The villains are all mine.

 

Please this is adult stuff so if you are a minor don’t be reading this. Bondage, spankings, forced sex and other nasty stuff.

 

                                   

                                          WIN A DATE WITH MS AMERICANA

 

                                                                             By

 

                                                                    Blacknite13

 

 

 

 

            Brenda Wade sat back in her chair as she listened to one of her board members go on and on about the protests and bad press if the news got out.

“This could be a permanently tarnish the reputation of Wade Corp.” He went on, “We are the good guys here or so the public thinks.”

“We are the good guys.” Brenda icily said. “Now what we need to do is to create a new haven for the birds and something to keep the public from overreacting to this.”

 “What are you suggesting we…” One board member said.

“I am not done talking…”

The board member clamped his mouth shut and muttered the word bitch to the guy sitting beside him who nodded.

“While you have all being fretting and whining like babies. I have come up with the solution.  If everything goes according to plan and it will since I have it thought out every possible obstacle. The birds will have a nice new home, our expansion will continue and the public will pick up the tab to move the birdies. Plus we will get some free publicity. The plan is perfect. Nothing can go wrong.”

“What is it?”

 

 

Sam looked over the engine of the old Ford that was sitting in his service station. He shook his head as he muttered thinking that some people should not be allowed to own cars.  A car needed to be maintained. Oil changed, the tires checked, transmission fluid filled and tune ups on a regular basis. He sniffed in disgust at the smell of burnt oil and transmission fluid and muttered again.

            “Win a date with Ms Americana!” A voice cried from the TV.

            Sam Gauge looked up from the engine he was working on and smiled at the sight of the famous heroine filling the TV screen.  He slipped off the fender of the car and walked over to the counter where the old TV sat.

            Ms Americana appeared on the screen wearing her famous costume of red, white and blue. The skimpy bikini really did nothing to cover her amazing body, particularly her 44DD breasts. The gold tiara held her thick black mane back from the blue mask covering her face but not her beauty.

            “Ooooo, I would love a date with that bitch.” Sam chuckled, “I heard she is a real whore once you get her going.”

            “Hello citizens of Delta City.” Ms Americana smiled into the camera, “As you may or may not be aware there is a crisis in our fair town. Because of recent construction the native habitat of the red-breasted swallow is now threaten with extinction. I am sure you have enjoyed the present of our fine feather friends as much as I. So working with the Wade Corporate I have agreed to be the first prize in lottery contest.  Tickets at the low cost of ten dollars will be sold all over the city. This time next week there will be a drawing and the winner will be treated to night on the town with myself, the one and only Queen of Justice.  Brenda Wade will be providing a limo and several of the city’s hot spots had opened their doors to us. I promise you an evening you won’t forget get. Thank you Citizens for your generous support.”

            A commercial for hair color came on next and Sam turned away thinking he better things to do with his money. Even if he won the date, he had heard that Ms Americana was a real bitch in person and never put out for anyone except when the occasional villain got the upper hand. Then if you believe the rumors the big titted bimbo had been a first class whore. He liked the story about her and Flag Girl being held as sex slaves by a bunch of sorority girls until some other heroines showed up and rescued them.

            Sam wiped the grease and oil off his big hands as he walked back to the Ford thinking he was too old for such silliness. The mechanic was just past fifty, his once blonde hair was now steel gray and the swimmer’s body he had in high school and college was long gone because of the lack of exercise and too much fast food. He wondered how a guy with a MBA ended up fixing cars in a run down garage on the East Side.

“Just bad luck.” He muttered to himself. That he never seem to catch a break. Then he remembered what his dad had told him. Don’t wait for a lucky break take a chance and make your own luck. The old man went back to work on the car but kept thinking about what would it be like to go out on a date with the ultimate fantasy.

            An hour later Sam had the car running but knew it would be back in a week or two since the guy won’t let him change out the water pump. He walked around the car, checking the Ford over before he called the guy. He stopped when his eyes spotted a green piece of paper in the back seat.  The mechanic pulled opened the back door and smiled as he picked up the ten-dollar bill.

            “Well, this is a sign.” Sam chuckled as he fingered the bill to make sure it was real.

 

 

            Lydia Willis surveyed her domain. Yes, Delta City College was hers to rule. Number one on the dean’s list, head cheerleader, president of her sorority and thanks to a campaign planned out by Brenda for the first time in the college’s history a freshman was president of the student body. Yes, Lydia was the queen of campus and planned remain queen her entire college career.

The eighteen year-old blonde smiled to herself as she watched the students scurry around campus unaware of the changes she was about bring onto campus. Unlike past student body presidents, Lydia had real power. Power that she was about to use to turn this campus upside down.

            Dean Laura Bain stepped out of her office and stopped to appreciate the sight before her. Lydia was wearing a lacy camisole top that hugged her two round breasts. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra because her nipples pressed through the thin garment. A short tight denim skirt was so tight around her perfect ass that it was a miracle that it didn’t spit at the seam. The high hem showed off her shapely legs. Laura smiled as she noted the bright red fuck me heels on her feet and wished her long blonde hair was loose instead of pulled back into a wavy ponytail. The dean took a moment to savor the young beauty and then put it aside. Bain had a taste for young coeds but she was smart enough to know not to fuck with Brenda Wade’s ward.  Wade sat on the board and there were three buildings on campus with her name on them.

            Lydia turned and studied the college dean. By the way the older woman was looking at her, she suspected that the rumors were true that the dean enjoyed the company of women in her bed. She shuttered at the thought of making love to the dean. Not that she was ugly. As a matter of fact she was quite stunning with chestnut hair and the gray business suit hugged her full rich body. But being held as a sex slave by a bunch of sorority girls and the bitch of a housemother still gave her cold chills. Thanks to Green Specter, Specter Girl and Lady Midnight the entire sorority and the bitch were turned over to the police after their memories had been altered at Wade Labs.

            “Dean Bain.” Lydia smiled as she came forward and shook her hand, “I have to thank you for seeing me.”

            “I can always make time for you Lydia.” Laura said enjoying the feel of her warm flesh in her hand. “Shall we go into my office?”

            “Thank you.” Lydia said as she followed the dean back into her office. She glanced around the large room with its cherry wood walls and bookcases. A matching desk sat in front of front of picture window that gave a breathtaking view of the campus. There was conference table with six chairs off to one side and two comfortable chairs in front of the desk. The young coed frowned when she realized there were gold rings mounted around the table’s rim. Lydia wondered what that was about as she slipped into one of the chairs and smiled up at the dean.

            “I assume you are here about the memo you sent me?” Laura asked.

            “Yes, I thought since you’ve had a chance to review it.” Lydia said as she crossed her legs to keep her black panties from peeking out.

            “Lydia, some of your ideas are unrealistic. Forbidding liquor not only on campus but also in all the frats houses and sororities. Expecting the school athletes to maintain a four point O average…”

            “Dean Bain.” Lydia said, “I made up this list very carefully with Brenda Wade’s help.”

            There it was.

Lydia dropping the name that she knew would scare the dean.

Lydia had been using the Wade name to slowly build her power base on campus. The freshman had become queen bee of the campus in less than a year not because she was well liked. The fact was almost everyone was terrified of her, well not her.

Brenda Wade.

Laura had to admit she was more than a little afraid of Wade. Dean Bain was well aware that Brenda Wade was nothing like the image she had promoted to the public. The fact was she was a mega bitch. She had to be a bitch to build a billion dollar empire. Hell, Laura was a bitch how else could she become Dean of the college.

            “Lydia, the best I can do is present your ideas to the board of trustees.” Dean Bain said.

            “That’s all I ask.” Lydia said as she stood up and smoothed down her skirt, “I really hope you can support me and Brenda in seeing this campus become a shinning example of decency and high moral values and of course the American way of life.”

            Laura watched the fine little ass wiggled out of her office, convinced that the little bitch was teasing her.

            “Pray I never get anything on you. Lydia.” Laura muttered, “I’ll have you licking my pussy like the slut I know you are.”

           

 

Brenda Wade sat at her new white oak desk that rested in the middle of her oval office that sat on the top of Wade Towers, the corporate headquarters of her massive empire.  The new décor rivaled the real Oval office in a symbol of power and wealth it even had the Wade logo dyed into the thick pile carpeting. The soft cream-colored suit she was wearing was cut to highlight every luscious curve of her hourglass figure. The short skirt made her mile long legs look amazing. Her long hair was pulled back into tight bun and granny glasses rested upon her nose but didn’t nothing to hide her stunning beauty.  Her baby blue eyes could flash with intelligence or become cold pools of ice. She was reading over some legal documents when her phone buzzed.   

            “Ms Wade.” A young voice chirped, “Mr. Gauge is here.”

            “Excellent send him in.” Brenda said and stood up. She shook her head wondering why she thought this stupid contest was such a great idea. As the night of the date came closer she had begun to realize she was stuck going out with some old fart that would try to cop a feel during the date. Brenda seriously thought about offering him a lad wad of cash but she so hated to part with her hard earned money. What She needed to do was lay out the ground rules so he understood there would be nothing but a free meal and the pleasure of her company.

“Guilt.” She thought to herself was why she was doing this.  It was her construction company that was threatening the birds. She was environmental conscious but she needed to expand. The birds could be moved the Wade Empire could not.           

 Sam fiddled with his tie before stepping through the double doors and walking into the biggest office he had ever seen. But he forgot all about the room when the tall raven-haired beauty stepped forward smiling and extending her hand.

Brenda looked over the short pudgy man dressed in a suit that had seen better days and was too tight around middle. She smiled to herself and thought this man was not going to be a problem. By the look of him, he would be happy with a ride around the block in her limo.  With any luck she could get home early from this stupid date and take the bubble bath she had been promising herself.

“Mr. Gauge, Brenda Wade, thanks for taking the time to come by. First congratulations on your good fortune. I know Ms Americana is looking forward to meeting you.”

            “I am looking forward to meeting her.” Sam said as he shook her hand, trying not to stare at Wade’s ample bosom peeking out over the low cut blouse but help but think her tits were just a big as Ms Americana’s. “I was real surprised I won. I only bought one ticket.”

            “That’s way it goes sometimes. I’ve asked you here to give to the layout of the evening. Ms Americana will pick you up at your home around six and from there you will go several of the city’s most popular restaurants and bars. Needless to say the media will be over this.  Ms Americana is the most beloved heroine in our fair city. The reporters will be following you every minute so we must be on our best behavior. Understand?”

Sam couldn’t believe this bitch was talking to him like he was a five year old. He could feel her eyes looking him over and his old suit. Sam swore he hear her tut like his grandmother did before speaking again.

“You will need a new outfit for the evening. I will get you an appointment with my personal tailor.  We must have you looking presentable.”

Sam opened his mouth but she raised her hand like his mother use to.

“Now, this is important.  As you know Ms Americana is a symbol of truth and justice in this city.  This image must be protected at all costs.  So there will be no touching of Ms Americana except for posing for the cameras. This will be limited to hand holding, an arm around her waist and an occasional peck on the cheek. Now let’s be honest, you are a man and Ms Americana is the ultimate fantasy woman. She is aware that men desire her. It can’t be helped. So we are asking you not to leer over her bosom or other parts of her body. Once again, try to be on your best behavior.”

            “Yeah, yeah.” Sam said, “I get it. It was all for show. I’ll play along.”

            “Glad you see the big picture.” Brenda said as she turned to the desk looked through some papers, “Now you understand the only prize will be the date. Even though my company is involved there is no cash prize. Well, you can keep the suit.  What would I do with it? Now there are some papers for you to sign and I have a list of do’s and don’ts. We’ll go over that in a second.”

            An hour later, Sam was walking out Wade Towers after signing several documents and agreeing to be the perfect gentleman. He didn’t understand a lot of what he signed but he did understand that he was pissed. So pissed he was thinking that maybe he wished that he could give Ms Americana an evening she would never forget. He stopped in front of a shop that sold the latest phones. He looked over the different phones and all the things they did. There was a headshot of Ms Americana sitting by one of the phones. While he was looking at the picture and phones he got an idea.

            Later that night, Sam was watching his nephew work on the new computer he had bought.

            “This is one sweet machine, Uncle Sam.” He said as he pulled in some wires, “I wish I had it. A real sweet machine.”

            “Now I can send pictures from my phone to this computer?”

            “Sure, not a problem. I got that program you wanted. After I got this set up I will show you how to use it.”

            “Just so I can use my phone to send the pictures to that machine and then it sends them out to whoever I want.”

            “Yeah, you going to try get some shots of Ms Americana that you can sell or something?”

            “Or something.” Sam smiled to himself thinking this time tomorrow he would be out on his date with Ms Americana.

 

 

            Lydia pulled on the blue silk dress that looked like a second skin on her rich young body. She brushed out her hair so it fell over her body like waves of gold. A quick check of her makeup and she was ready. The shapely blonde glanced back as Ms Americana stepped into her room.

            “I see you are dressed for your date.” Lydia laughed, “I want you home at a decent hour.”

            “Please.” Ms Americana said, “I thought this was a good idea but now I am having my doubts.”

            “Chill Brenda, I saw the winner. The guy is harmless.”

            “Where you off to?”

            “There is football game tomorrow. There is a rally and dance as school president I required to put in an appearance. Which means I have to give a rah rah speech encouraging the jocks to win and then stand around for a hour fending off those same morons.”

            “Nice school spirit.”

            “Please all the football players care about is winning and getting laid after the game. If I had my way there would be no athletic games at college. It would be a place to get a education…not party.”

            Brenda stepped into the room and proudly smiled at her ward.

            “One day that will be true and for that to happen we must work toward that goal. Did you see Dean Bain?”

            “Yes, I don’t think she is happy with my ideas.”

            “Well, her contract is coming up. I’ll see if she really wants to keep her job.”

            “Of course, we both know she likes the company of young women so there is that card we can play.”

            “I hope to avoid that issue since a woman’s sexual preference is her business. But that is for tomorrow. Tonight I want you to come home right after the dance. No patrolling on your own. I mean it Lydia. I need to be able to reach you. I am having one of my feelings. Something bad is going to happen we must be on our guard.”

            “Maybe I should come along in case the little creep gets fresh? It has to be more fun than the rally and dance.”

            “I am not really worry about Sam…it just I have a bad feeling about this. A little voice in my head is telling me to break the date and just Sam a wad of cash.”

            “Brenda, relax. This is a no brainer. Just sit back enjoy the food and drink. Don’t forget to smile for the cameras!”

            “Home after the party!” Ms Americana snapped as she turned and left.

            Lydia had planned on going on patrol. She had even left her Flag Girl in her gym locker so she could leave right from campus. The blonde pouted for a second and then left for the dance.

 

 

            Sam looked at himself in the mirror and nodded. Damn if that tailor didn’t do a hell of job. He looked like a million dollars.  The haircut by that guy Brenda had sent over had done an incredible job on his hair. He nodded and picked up his new phone and put it into his pocket.

            “Okay, Sammy, Showtime!” Sam grinned and walked out of his small apartment. He stepped out onto the street was blinded by the flashing cameras. He smiled at the reporters walked to the curb but stopped when he realized Ms Americana was standing by a dark blue limo parked by the curb. Sam’s mouth dropped open as at the sight of one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen.  He sucked in his gut, walked up and put out his hand just the way Wade had shown him.

            “Ms Americana, Sam Gauge.” He smiled, “It is truly a honor to meet you. I never thought I would get the chance to meet America’s greatest heroine.”

            “That’s very kind of you.” Ms Americana said as she shook his hand as she moved to Sam side and smiled for the reporters. “Well Sam, its nice to meet you. The night is young, shall we?”

            “Sounds wonderful.” Sam said as he opened the door for her while smiling for the cameras.

            “Thank you, Sam.” Ms Americana said as she climbed into the limo. Sam followed her in and started to sit beside her but she motioned him to the seat across from her. The door closed and she let off a deep sigh. “Sweet Liberty this is going to be a long night. Have some wine. Please just one glass. They will be serving drinks at Andre’s. I don’t abide myself but feel free.”

            Sam poured himself a glass of red wine and watched the great heroine who stared out the window and had seemed to have forgotten he was there. He sipped his wine as she slipped his hand into his phone. His fingers wrapped around the phone as smiled to himself.

            Over the next hour, Sam and Ms Americana were whisked around the city, stopping several very nice restaurants and bar. Every time they got out, Ms Americana and Sam would pose for the cameras. That was the only time she allowed him to touch her or even had a smile on her face.

            They were heading across town to new dance club when Sam decided to make his move. He moved forward and smiled as he reached up.

            “Ms Americana.” Sam asked, “You got something in your hair.”

            “What?” Ms Americana asked as she turned to the small man sitting across.

            Sam took a deep breath as he pretended to flick something out her hair while pulling out the phone. Then he ripped off the mask and brought up the phone.

            “SWEET LIBERTY!” Ms Americana screamed as she felt the mask pulled off her face and saw the phone clicking away.

            Sam blinked in shock when he found himself looking into the face of Brenda Wade. He realized the heroine was reaching for the phone and jumped back.

            “Sam give me back my mask and that…that…phone!” She cried as she lunged at the small pudgy man.

            “Back off bitch!” Sam laughed as he moved out the heroine’s reach, slapping away her hand grabbing for the camera. He dropped to the floor of the limo and snatched up the mask again. “Brenda Wade!”

            “Give me that phone!” Ms Americana snarled as she lunged at the man for the second time.

            “Back off and sit down or I’ll press send! The pictures will go to my computer. My nephew set up a nice little program that will send the pictures to several news agencies. In seconds the whole will know your secret!”

            Ms Americana stopped in her tracks, clenching her jaw and her fingers as she glared the small man holding the phone. She debated her options. If Sam wanted to ruin her he would be sending out the pictures. No he wanted something else…Money.

The unmasked heroine closed her eyes, slumped back in her seat and fumed. “I assume you want money? How much…and lets be realistic.”

            “I just retired with a very nice pension but we will talk about that later. First we are going to give the reporters the kind of date they want to see.”

“Vile villain! You going to ruin my reputation! How could you?”

“Cut the crap, I know you have done some hooking and there are several porn films out there with you as the star.”

“Impossible. I bought all the copies. “Brenda snapped and then smiled, “It seems I have underestimated you, Sam. Do you have a plan or are you just playing by ear?”

“Let’s see where the night takes us. Now I am going to see sit next to you and I think we going swat some spit while I squeeze those big fat titties. You can grab my phone but if my nephew doesn’t hear from me once an hour and hear the secret word…”

            “I understand.” Ms Americana whimpered, “I have no choice but to allow you to humiliate me. But know this. Others have tried this and all have failed. I Ms Americana have always prevailed.”

            “Chill out, bitch. I am just going to show you a good time.” Sam said as he moved beside the shapely heroine. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her lips to his.

            “MMMMMPH!” Ms Americana sobbed as the fat tongue pushed into her mouth and rolled it around. She felt his hand grabbed onto her breast and squeeze it. She brought up her hands to fight but remember the pictures and dropped her hands.

            “MMMMMMMM!” Sam sighed as he chewed on her lips and tongue while he fondled one of her tits. He slipped his hand under her top and began to pinch her nipple. He kissed her long and hard while using his free hand to push aside her thong.

            “MMPHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana squealed as she felt his fingers push into her twat and begin stroke it. In mere seconds the Queen of Justice was squirming around on the limo seat, as her pussy got hot and wet. She let off a low sigh of delight as her body was filled with heated lust. The finger was pinching nipple was making it throb ache and unable to control herself, she began to return his kiss.

            Sam groaned, as he kept full tonguing her while he tweaked her boobs and finger fucked the bimbo. He finally released her lips and licked and nibbled down to her neck while twirling his three fingers around the soaking wet pussy.

            “OHHHHSWEETLIBERTYYYYYYYY!” Ms Americana squeal in sheer delight as the fingers pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm. The wet mouth now gnawing on her throat and tit being fondled only added to her pleasure.  The horny heroine arched up and gasped in bliss as her body exploded.

            “That’s it come for me you whore!” Sam laughed between bites as he watched Ms Americana arched up and thrust her crotch against his fingers.  He ran his tongue down to her tit and sucked in a mouthful.

            “YES! YES! YES!” Ms Americana screamed as she came over and over.

            Greg the limo driver laughed as he listened the loud squeals of delight coming from the limo. He grabbed his phone and dialed.

 

 

            Lydia stepped down from the podium and watched the crowd move toward Wade Hall where the dance was being held. She decided to go grab her costume first and put it in the hidden locker in the trunk of her car.  The young blonde started to walk off but Dean Bain stepped in from of her effectively blocking her path.

“Not leaving are you Lydia?” Laura said with a little smile. “You do have certain duties as Student Body President….it would not kill you to dance with a couple of our players. They really are fine boys.”

“I am aware of my duties, Dean Bain.” Lydia smiled, “I just need to get something out my car. I will be right in…as for the players being fine boys. I beg to differ. I will just a few minutes and since the dance will going on for hours I really won’t be missed.”

Lydia gave her another smile and with a raised eyebrow. The dean just nodded and stepped back and watched the shapely coed walk off toward the parking lot. Lydia glanced back to make sure the dean was gone then made a quick turn toward Wade’s Women Athletic Facilities.  Below the name of the building written in huge letters were the words: SUPERIOR MINDS, SUPERIOR BODIES MAKE SUPERIOR WOMAN.  The blonde beauty walked up to the doors, glanced up at the motto, smiled as she used a copy of the dean’s master key to open the doors. She walked down the long line of lockers all decorated with the stars and stripes, glancing around as she did. The young coed came to her locker and spun the combination. She pulled the door open and gasped in horror at the site of the empty locker.

“Sweet Liberty!” She cried, “My Flag Girl costume and power belt is gone. But who!”

As if to answer someone came up behind the young coed and pushed a white cloth into her face while locking her arms down to her side.

“Take a deep breath you little whore!” Her attacker sneered in her ear.

            “MMMMPHHHH!” Lydia screamed into the foul smelling rag. She struggled but the strong arm holding her hands down kept her prisoner as she slowly slumped into her attacker’s arms.

            The attacker scooped Lydia up and carried her off, laughing long and loud as she did.

            “Ohhhhh!” Lydia moaned as she came to and shook her head. She tried to sit up but couldn’t. The young blonde looked around and realized she was spread-eagle on top of a hard table bound to it with red cords. The rope was looped through rings mounted on the table and then wrapped her wrists and ankles. Once Lydia got over the shock of being tied down, she then saw she was completely naked. “Sweet liberty! Who has done this!”

            The bound coed looked around the room and gasped when she recognized the room with it cherry wood walls and bookcases. It then she realized for the rings on the table were for and who her captor was.

            “That’s right Lydia.” Dean Bain smiled as she walked up, “I finally have you just where I want you.”

            Lydia stared at the college dean dressed in a black leather corset that held up her huge tits. Matching hip boots completed her outfit.  The dean’s long chestnut hair flowed around her face and over her shoulders like a wild mane giving her a making sexy look but her smile sent chills down the captive’s spine.

            “Are…are you insane!” Lydia cried, “Have you forgotten who I am?”

            “Oh I know exactly who you are.” Laura said, as she climbed  onto the table and straddle the young body. “I would think that a heroine would have been more careful where she left her costume.”

            “WHAT!” Lydia gasped as her captor held up her stars and stripes costume.

            “You really shouldn’t have left it in your locker for me to find. I began searching your lockers every day since you began your little reign of terror. Hoping to find something to use against you. I hit the mother lode. I will be calling the shots from now on. Since you are Flag Girl that means Brenda Wade is Ms Americana. I will deal with her later…but first a little fun with you…no, that’s not true….I am going to have a whole lot of fun with you!”

            “Unbind me!” Lydia cried as the dean grabbed her tits, “Don’t do that!”

            “Relax Lydia.” Laura laughed as she began to fondle the big tits, “Oh did I forget to tell you that you are now my bitch. My little fuck toy. You’re moving in with me and getting a whole new education…I doubt you will have time for your college classes, cheerleading…no all that is over.  The queen is dead…long live the bitch!”

            “NO!” Lydia sobbed, “I am Lydia Willis you can. OW!”

            Laura slapped her face and grabbed her face with both hands. She leaned close to the beautiful face.

            “Listen you little tease!” Dean Bain growled, “Your days of ruling the campus are over. Don’t you get it? Try to wrap your little pea brain around this. You are no longer head cheerleader or president. You  are my sex slave. From this moment on you only concern is my pussy and tits…and who I tell you to fuck!”

            “OW!” Lydia cried as she was slapped again.

            “Are we clear, slut?” Laura smiled as she dug her nails into the coed big boobs.

            “Yes.” She sobbed as her boobs were pulled and twisted.

            “Excellent, my little slave.” Laura sneered as she continued to maul the big tits, “You will call me Mistress from now on.”

            “Yes…ow!” Lydia wept as she felt her boob began ache but worst swell and tingle. “Yes….yes Mistress.”

            “Good to see the top of the Dean’s list a fast learner. “Laura laughed as she lower her mouth and began to suck and chew on the tasty mounds of flesh while continuing to roughly fondle them.

            “OH GOODNESS NO!” The bound coed squealed as her tits were worked into hard balls of flesh.  Lydia pulled and twisted at her bonds as the dean sucked and mauled her tits.

            “These are great but I need something more.” Dean Bain laughed as she moved up the soft young body until her pussy was right over Lydia’s face. “Let’s put that tongue to work, slave. Start licking whore!”

            “Yes, mistress.” Lydia whimpered as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She began lick and suck on the pussy as it was pushed into her face. The bound heroine tugged at the cords as she ran her tongue up and down the slit while gently nibbling on it. Lydia had become an expert in pleasuring a woman when she had been held as a sex slave at the awful sorority.

            “OH YESSSSSSSS!” Dean Bain gasped as the little bitch did wonderful things to her pussy. She squirmed her crotch into her face as she began to play with her own tits.  “OH! OH GET YOUR TONGUE IN THERE SLAVE!”

            “MMMMMMPH!” Lydia sobbed as she pushed her tongue into the pussy and lapped it around. She closed her eyes as juice began to spray onto her face but she kept on licked in sucking. The bound coed could heard her new mistress squealing and laughing in sheer bliss.

            Dean began to thrust her pussy into her slave’s face as she used one hand to tweak her own nipple while she sucked on her fingers. The college dean screamed like a schoolgirl when she had her first orgasm.

            Poor Lydia kept sucking and licking on the pussy, as her face was drenched with pussy juice, she had no choice to drink most it. She sobbed each time the pussy pushed into her face forcing her tongue deeper into the slit.

            “OHHHHHHHHHHYESSSSSSSSSSSS!” Laura wailed as she came over and over, “OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!”

            Lydia was now weeping huge tears but kept licking the pussy pressing into her face. She let off a sigh of relief when Dean Bain climbed off her face and lay across her body.

            Laura played with her tits and as she enjoyed the sight of Lydia’s face covered with her pussy juice. She caught a nipple in her mouth and chewed on it.

            The bound coed sniffed because she knew her new mistress was far from done with her. It now occurred to her that she had been something of a bitch and suspected Dean Bain was looking for a lot of payback.

 

 

 

            Sam pulled out his fingers and watched the Queen of Justice slump back down onto the seat, panting and gasping. He looked out the window and tossed her mask onto her lap.

            “You really enjoyed that.” Sam laughed, “Get your mask on we coming to our next stop.”

            “Y-yes…mask…I…” Ms Americana muttered as she shook her head. She uneasily put her mask back on and stared at Sam, “You, you…nasty man.”

            The door opened and Sam jumped out pulling the dazed heroine with him. Ms Americana grabbed her spinning head as Sam pulled her into his arms.

            “MMMPHHH!” Ms Americana gasped as Sam gave her a long sloppy kiss while he groped her body. She could see the cameras out of the corner of her eye catching every second of the horrible moment.

            “Damn, her tit is hanging out!” A reported laughed as he clicked way.

            “Look at her thong and thigh!” Another snorted.

            While Ms Americana glumly returned the kiss she absent-mindedly used a free hand to push her tit back into her skimpy top. She almost reached down to adjust her thong and wipe off the wetness between her thighs but stopped herself.

            Sam finished his kiss pulled her close to his side, clamped one hand her over ass and squeezed as he pushed toward the club. He smiled and waved to the reporters as he led the sullen Ms Americana into the dance club.  Sam looked around as they came into a huge dimly lit room with colorful neon lights and white flashing bulbs. He nodded and smiled at people he didn’t even know. Sam guided her toward the bar and motioned the bartender over.

            “I’ll have a beer…that Australia beer.” Sam said, “And Ms Americana will have a Jack Daniels…a double and keep them coming.”

“I don’t drink.” Ms Americana glumly said.

            “You do tonight. You are going to get buzzed!”

            “I think not!” Ms Americana snapped but then saw his hand reach into his pocket and sighed. “As you wish. I will take the offered drinks.”

“Coming right up Ms Americana!” The bartender laughed. 

            “I see. You first molest me and now you intend to get me drunk. Perhaps you think this will make me enjoy your touch more.”

            “Aw come, I have already seen that you love a good orgasm. Now drink up.” Sam laughed as their drinks were put down on the bar, “You’ll learn to like it.”

            Ms Americana growled at the small man but snatched up the drink. She took a breath and then gulped down the drink. The mighty heroine coughed and gasped as the fiery liquid ran down her throat. She shook her head and realized Sam was already holding up another shot glass as matter fact the bartender was waiting with the bottle ready to pour her third shot. The Queen of Justice sneered at the two men took the glass and drank the shot.  She still grimaced but it went down easier. By the fourth she was use to the foul stuff. Sam and the bartender kept feeding her shot and shot. By the seventh shot a small crowd had gathered around them and was cheering on the heroine with each shot.

“DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK!”

After the ninth or tenth shot of Jack Ms Americana was really feeling the effects.

            “I….I…don’t like you.” Ms Americana slurred as she steady herself by grabbing the bar.   “You are a horrible man….I am the Queen of Justice….people look…hic!…up to me…hic!..if…things were different….I…would give you a sound beating….BUT NOOOOOO! Because of your stupid phone I have no choice but to but….hic….Where? W-here was I?”

“You were about to kiss me again.”

“I was?” Ms Americana stuttered as she gulped down another shot. “MMMMPH!”

            Sam pulled the drunken heroine into his arms and laid another long wet kiss on her. He then grabbed her by the hands and pulled her out onto the dance floor. He put both hands on her firm round ass and began to slow dance with her. The other dancers parted and then stopped completely so they could watch the couple dance around the floor, enjoying the sight of the obviously drunk heroine stumble around the floor giggling like a foolish schoolgirl.

            “Oh myyyyyyy.” Ms Americana slurred as she moved with him unable to stop herself from grinding herself her crotch against his groin. She felt his hard could and wished she could pull it out. The mixture of booze and the need to be fucked took over and she began to kiss his face with sloppy kisses.

            The Hollander Twins moved to the front of the crowd and laughed as they watched the great Ms Americana bombed out her mind dance with the old man who was groping her ass.

Although twins the two girls looked nothing alike they were identical in their love of sex and the humiliation of others who they considered beneath them. Both had hourglass figures with huge tits and mile long legs. Their rock hard butts and abs came from hours of working out with their personal trainers.  The short silk dresses they were wearing left little to the imagination.

Andi was blonde, her silky hair that falling to her waist. Her beautiful face had blue eyes and wide lips that God had given her. Mandi was had a red mane of curls that fell past her waist and was as beautiful as her sister except her eyes were green.

The two sisters were the only children the second richest family in town, Brenda Wade being the richest. Neither girl had worked a day in their lives and had gone through five private schools before graduating. Now they spent most of their time partying around town and leaving a long line of female and male lovers behind them.  When they weren’t ruling the party scene in Delta City they were thinking up new ways to embarrass the town’s upper class. Almost every blue blood in the city had found themselves on the front page of the tabloids because them. Jessica Mulberry had woken up with the leader of an over hill rock band after the twins had slipped her mickey. She later found out her night of sex with a man old enough to be her grandfather was all over the Internet.  Judge Collins love of cheerleaders and porn was exposed thanks to a well-paid hooker. Few had escaped the twins but top of the list was Brenda Wade and Lydia Willis but both had managed to avoid all the twins’ plots until Ms Americana had stuck her nose into their fun.

“I knew that bitch was a whore.” Mandi laughed.

“Let’s get some payback.” Andi smiled evilly.

“Get her back for insulting us in front everyone and getting us hauled into court.”

“We did vow to make her our fuck dog.”

The Holland Sisters had run into Ms Americana one night when they had slipped a nice little drug into Summer Morgan’s soda and were shoving her into the limo for planning to take the blonde babe to a studio in Sugar Town when she would be making her debut as a porn star.  But the Queen Bitch showed up, pulled the semi-conscious girl out the car and rebuked them as she called the police.

“You should be ashamed!’ Ms Americana said, “Have you nothing better to do than going around and corrupting our fair city. Why not use your money to get an education…maybe help the less privilege! You truly are an embarrassment to the superior women of Delta City.”

The reporters caught the whole thing and it was the front-page story the next day and the cops had no choice but to arrest the two girls but even then they got off with a warning. Since then the twins had pulled back on their pranks but now a chance to fulfill their vow.

Mandi and Andi walked up to the couple and smiled.

“Mind if we cut in?” Mandi said with smile.

Sam looked over at the twins and grinned. This was perfect. Like everyone else in the city he had followed the arrest and very short trial of the girls. He figured these two bitches would give anything for some payback.

“Maybe if you two remember who is calling the shots tonight.” Sam said “But I think we are all looking for the same thing….Maybe not.”

“You the man, Sammy.” Mandi smiled as she moved her ample bosom right into his face.

“Be my guest, ladies.” He said stepping back and letting the twins grab Ms Americana.

Mandi moved behind the heroine and grabbed on to her tits. She pressed her body against Ms Americana’s and began to move up and down the well-toned body while mashing her tits with both hands making sure to dig her nails into the tender flesh. Andi pressed her body against the front of the soft body grabbed onto her ass and dug both set of nails into it.

“Awwww!” Ms Americana gasped when she found herself trapped between the two bodies and her ass and boobs being painfully pinched. But after she was soon sighing as the soft bodies rubbed hers while their hands continued to brutalize her ass and tits. She sighed in delight as both girls began to kiss and lick her neck and chest. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent her to the moon and the Queen of Justice squealed in delight as the sexy dance went on and on.

Sam watched as the obscene dance with the two girls pressing Ms Americana between their hot bodies while they stroked, fondled and pinched it. They kissed and bit her, both taking turns to kiss her full tongue. He looked around and was happy to see not only had everyone in the club stopped to watch but also the reporters’ cameras were catching every moment.

Ms Americana sighed and gasped, as her body was made hotter and hotter while her pussy was soaking wet. She rolled her head around as the two girls both sucked on her neck. Their hands seemed to be everywhere. Of course being squeezed between two young hot bodies and feeling their huge tits rubbing her body only added to her pleasure. After while she happily returned their kisses.

Sam smirked as he walked up to the dancing girls and whispered in Andi’s ear, “Ms American looks all hot and bothered, take her into the bathroom and get her cooled down.”

“Excellent!” Andi smirked as she stepped back and grabbed Ms Americana by the elbow. Mandi took the other arm and lead the drunken heroine into the bathroom.  Mandi grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels Sam held out with a smile.

“We will so reward you for this later.” She said as they led the Queen of Justice into the large bath with it dark red tiles and several sinks lined up along one wall facing the toilet stalls. They walked in and looked around at the several girls standing in front of the mirrors smoking and checking their hair and makeup.

“That’s Ms Americana.” One girl laughed, “And she is drunk!”

The girl pulled out her phone and held it up to take a picture.

“Wait.” Andi said, “Let’s give you a real shot.”

Andi grabbed Ms Americana by her hair and pulled her head back.

“Ow!” Ms Americana squealed as her head was held back.

“Drink up, slut!” Mandi laughed as she began to pour the booze into her open mouth.

“AUGHHH!” Ms Americana gasped as she was forced to drink most of the bottle while the rest dibbled out her mouth and down over the front of her body, soaking her costume.

The girl clicked away even after the bottle was empty. The Queen of Justice could barely stand on her feet as she shook her head.

“The room is spinning.” She slurred as she drunkenly used her gloved hand to wipe her mouth.

“Last stall is empty.” Mandi giggled as they pulled the heroine along.

They shoved her into the stall, joined her and slammed the door close.  Mandi pulled down Ms Americana’s top and both girls began to suck and bit her huge boobs while mashing around. Andi pushed all four fingers into her pussy and began to pump them in and out. Andi managed to get his hand around the heroine and shoved two fingers into her tight ass.

“AHHHHSWEEEEETLIBERTYYYYY!” Ms Americana squealed as the twins used their fingers to fuck her two holes. It obvious the girls had experience in this because the once proud heroine came at once.

The twins sucked on her tits while they continued to finger fuck the squirming heroine.

A dozen or more girls standing outside the stall were laughing as they listened to sound of sex coming from inside.

“OH GOD! OHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana wailed as she came over and over.

The girls didn’t seem to notice when Sam, a couple of reporters and several other guys came into the bathroom.

Mandi and Andi worked on the heroine liked a trained teamed, sucking her tits while working their fingers deep into her holes, having found her sweet spots, they took full advantage of it.

“OH! OH! OH” Ms Americana screamed, “OHMYYYYYYYYYY!”

Ms Americana screamed and sobbed in sheer delight as she had several orgasms. The defeated heroine squirmed between her two tormentors lost in her own sexual hell.  Suddenly the two twins stopped and she sighed in disappointment.

“Our turn, whore!” Mandi snapped as she forced Ms Americana to kneel on the not so clean floor as she pulled her dress, revealing she had no panties on. “Get to work slut! I am hot and you better cool me down.”

“Both of us bitch!” Andi growled as she grabbed Ms Americana’s thick mane pushed her face into her sister’s crotch. “You better make us come or we’ll spank your ass!”

“Aw she probably would love that!” Mandi laughed.

“MMMMPH!" Ms American sobbed as her face was pushed around the red curls. She yelped and when something whipped her ass.

Andi was using the long leather strap of her purse to whip the firm round ass. “GET LICKING BITCH!”

“AW!” Ms Americana yelped and began to lick the pussy.

“Oooooooooooooo!” Mandi squealed in delight as she ran her hand through her own thick red curls, “This is not your first time at licking pussy, you slut. OH! OH! YESSSSSSS! RIGHT THERE!”

Ms Americana’s felt her face burn red as she ran her tongue up and the now soaking wet pussy. She slurped on the juices spraying on to her face and but it still dribbled down her chin.

Andi laughed as she watched the kneeling heroine lick her sister’s twat with loud slurps. She would whip her ass from time to time, which produced a nice little yelp.

“Not so high and mighty now!” Andi laughed as she pulled out her phone and started to take pictures, “By morning everyone will know that Ms Americana is nothing more than a whore!”

Ms Americana drunk from the booze and still horny from the finger fucking couldn’t stop herself from licking and sucking on the pussy.
            “OH GOD YESSSSSS!” Mandi wailed as she had the best orgasm. She pushed the raven-hair beauty away and slumped onto the toilet. “Your turn.”

“You got the right.” Andi said as she pushed Ms Americana’s face into her on crotch, giving her a few whips for encouragement. “Lick, bitch! Lick!”

Ms Americana didn’t have to be whipped or ordered, her lust was out of control. She began to lick and suck on the golden hair pussy with the same passion she had just used on Mandi.

Mandi snickered and smirked as she watched the once great heroine slurp on her sister’s pussy like it was the yummiest thing in the world.

Andi held Ms Americana’s head with both hands as she thrust her pussy into the heroine face. Her face was filled with pure lust and joy as she cried out from her first climax.

“OHHHHYESSSSS!” Andi screamed, “LICK ME BITCH! OHHHHH!”

Ms American stayed on her hands and knees as she ran her tongue up and down the slit while drinking down the sweet juice. She could hear Andi coming over and over and hoped her pussy would get licked next.

“OH MY GODDDDDDD!” Andi wailed, “WHAT A FUCKING WHORE!!”

Andi pushed the dark haired beauty away and sat on her sister’s lap, gasping for her breath.

“Open the door!” Sam snapped, “You’ve had your fun.”

Andi had forgotten that Ms Americana was only on loan. She glumly reached up and unlocked the door. They smiled at the crowd of people standing outside the stall. Their humiliation of Ms Americana was complete but they wanted more.

Sam stepped into the stall, undid his pants and pulled out his long hard cock.

The twins eyed the stiff tool and licked their lips as Sam pulled the heroine’s face into his groin.

“Get to work, whore.” Sam snapped as he rubbed his cock around her face.

“Oh…” Ms Americana whimpered as she  stuck out her tongue and began to lick his cock and balls. Still drunk and horny the once noble heroine was soon running her tongue up and down coating the balls and cock with her spit.

“Ms Americana sucking cock in a bathroom stall!” A reporter laughed as he filmed the whole thing, feeling his own cock get stiff.

Sam grabbed on to the sides of the stall as he watched Ms Americana wrapped her ruby red lips around his balls and rolled the twin sacs around her hot wet mouth. He closed his eyes and sighed in sheer bliss.

“You go girl!” Andi laughed as she eagerly watched the blowjob.

Ms Americana sucked in the balls and then ran her tongue up to the tip. She gently kissed and nibbled the cockhead and then spread her lips. The Queen of Justice began to gulp down the hard pole with loud slurps.

“Damn that bitch is going to take the whole thing!” A young man laughed, “Boy I would love to have that whore’s mouth wrapped around my cock. She found me and my buddies drinking and took out booze away.”

“OH YEAH!” Sam gasped as Ms Americana used her talented mouth to suck his cock while stroking it with her tongue. He watched as she brought up her hands and began to play with his balls while the other hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

“MMMMMM!” Ms Americana moaned as she began to pump the cock deep into her mouth while gulping on it.

Sam roared as his cock exploded in her mouth. He emptied his cock and let her lick him clean. The mechanic zipped up and looked around.

“You, you’re next.” Sam smiled as he motioned the busboy standing in the doorway. The young man ran up and dropped his pants.

Sam and the crowd laughed as Ms Americana sucked him off. The twins had a front row seat for the blowjob and loved it. But the show was just beginning, for the next hour,  Ms Americana sucked off six cocks and licked four pussies. Sam pulled her out and let her wash off her face.

“Let’s go.” He snapped, “I think the fancy French Restaurant is next. I’m hungry but you may have to change your outfit.

“’Kay.” Ms Americana muttered her head still spinning from the booze and sex.

The twins chased after Sam as she headed for the front door. They moved up beside him.

“So Sammy what you got planned next?” Andi asked.

“We could offer some suggestions.” Mandi said as she sniffed and realized Ms Americana reeked of booze and sex.

“I got some ideas and plans for this bimbo.” Sam said as he went out the door with the twins at his heels. They all smiled and waved to the cameras except for Ms Americana who looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

“Geeez, Ms Americana is drunk!” A reporter gasped, “She smells like a brewery!”

“Looks like she got fucked to!” Another reporter, “Thank God we are on a live feed!”

“I always figured it was all crap about her being a good two shoes!”

“Come on Sammy, “ Andi begged, “Let us come along. Really we will make it worth your while.”

“Remember we are Hollander Twins.” Mandi smiled as the limo driver opened the backdoor.

“Hey, you know where Benny’s Bondage is?” Sam asked him as he put his hand on Ms Americana’s ass and shoved her into the limo.

“Sure do.” He evilly smiled, “Are we going there?”

“Oh Sammy!” Andi cried, “I so like where this is going!”

“Oh please, please, please, please!” Mandi cried as she jumped up and making her tits jiggle around.

Sammy eyed the two hot twins and slowly smiled, thinking it was every man’s fantasy to have twins but knew enough not to trust these bitches.

“Okay, Mandi you make out with me while your sister spanks Ms Americana on the ride over to the store.”

“OH YESSSS!” Andi laughed as she scrambled into the limo.

Sam and Mandi climbed in and both laughed at the site of Ms Americana sprawled on the floor of the limo, looking up at them with huge eyes and her mouth hanging open with drool running down her chin. She drunkenly wiped her mouth with her glove and belched. They sat down together and watched Andi grab Ms Americana by the arm.

“Come here, bitch!” Andi snarled as she pulled the heroine over her lap and pulled down her thong. “You been a bad girl and need a spanking!”

“W-wait….I…” Ms Americana whimpered, “OW! OW! OW!”

Andi began to spank the firm round ass with her open hand as she held the struggling heroine down.

“Give it to her sis!” Andi laughed, “Turn that ass red!”

“Time to give me something.” Sam growled as he pulled Mandi into his arms.

“Oh yes.” Mandi giggle as she pushed her tongue into his mouth and kissed him long and hard. She felt his hand grab her tit and loved it.

“OW! OW! OW!” Ms Americana sobbed as her butt began to sting and burn.

Mandi and Sam pushed against each other, moaning and grunting as they open mouth kissed. The twin ran her hand down and used her talent fingers not only to get his pants open but his cock out. Mandi kept kissing him as she swung her leg over his lap and planted herself on his cock.

“OH YESSSSS!” Mandi squealed thinking having her pussy licked was great but she really loved the feel of a cock inside of her. “Suck my tits, Sammy!”

Sammy grunted as the twin began to ride his cock as he pulled down her dress and buried his face in the twin mounds of flesh.

“OW! OW! OW!” Ms Americana sobbed as Andi continued to spank her ass, which was now burning like fire.

Andi felt her pussy getting hotter and wetter as she continued to spank the bitch as she watched Sammy fuck her sister. She licked her lips it because obvious that the old man was not only hung but knew how to fuck. Frustrated that she would have to wait her turn she took it out on the bitch’s ass.

“OWWWWWWW!” Ms Americana sobbed and whimpered as the spanking continued and prayed the humiliation and pain would soon be over. She hoped Lydia was not watching this play out on TV.

 

 

Lydia was having her own problems like that fact she was bent face down over the table her hands were pulled forward and bound to the table top. Her legs were spread wide and tied to the legs of the table. A ball gag was have been shoved into her mouth so all she could do was grunt and drool. The final humiliation was a dog collar was wrapped around her neck with a chain leash.

“AUGHHHH!” Lydia sobbed as she looked over her shoulder and watched Dean Bain talk on the phone.

“Just get them there!” She snapped, “Because I am the God damn dean and I said so. Trust me, they won’t be disappointed.”

Lydia knew her captor was setting up some new torment as she watched the dean talk on the phone.

“WHAT? WHERE? WHAT CHANNEL?” Laura asked as she picked up a remote from the desk and aim it at a wall. There was hiss and panel slid down revealing a huge plasma TV. It clicked on and the screen was filled with the image of Ms Americana staggering out a club with some old men. It was obvious she was bomb out her mind. “Well look at this. Looks like someone is having fun? Thanks, remember two hours.”

Laura Bain watched the TV as she hung up and looked over at her captive. “Hmmm, I wonder if that old man is playing the same card I am.”

Lydia watched in horror as the old man shoved her mentor into the limo. She gulped at the sight of the Hollander Twins. She was well aware of what they were capable of.  She knew both girls and knew about their vow to get even with Ms Americana.  

But the TV was forgotten when the bound beauty saw Dean Bain now had a long black dildo strapped on and was walking over to her. The blonde began to struggle as Laura walked up behind her and picked up a riding crop.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore you but you will have my full attention now.” Dean Bain smiled, “Now…I think we will begin with that nice little ass of yours.”

“NA! NA! NA!” Lydia sobbed shaking her head as huge tears ran down her face.

Laura grabbed onto the slender hips and began to push the plastic cock into the tight butt hole.

“AUGHHHHHHHHHHH!” Lydia wailed and howled as her ass was invaded by what fell like a plastic log. She squirmed and twisted but there was no escaping her rapist.

“God, you are tight.” Dean Bain grunted, “I thought Flag Girl got butt fucked all the time.”

“AUGH! AUGH!” The bound heroine screamed as the dean began to fuck her ass with hard strokes, each stroke seem to drive the dildo deeper into her butt. She strained against the cords holding her down as the pain faded and was replaced with unwanted pleasure.

“There we go!’ Laura panted, “That hole is getting loose now! Oh yes that it. You loving this bitch?”

“UGH! UGH! UGH!” Lydia squealed with each thrust of the cock into her ass. She arched up when an unexpected orgasm hit her.

Dean Bain drove the cock deep into the ass and laughed as her slave screamed in shock and delight. She began to swat her ass with the crop just enough to pinch.

“AUGHHHHHHHHHH!” Lydia wailed as she came hardly noticing the crop whipping her ass. She started to slump down but another orgasm hit her making her squeal in delight. The bound beauty was so thrilled when the plastic cock pulled out but then screamed in horror as it slammed into her pussy. The bound heroine came at once now sobbing because she knew Ms Americana wouldn’t be coming to her rescue.

 

 

Ms Americana stood in Buddy’s bondage with what Sam called her new look. She had been stripped of her trademark costume and was now wearing a shocking orange leather corset that made her waist look even narrower while making her tits look massive. The fishnet stockings and seven-inch stiletto heels were the same bright color as was the thong she was wearing. Two pasties with gold tassels covered her nipples.  Four gold chains with bells dangled between her tits held up by nipple clamps snapped to her nipples.  Her blue choker had been replace with an orange and black collar with more bells.

Sam had made everyone turn around while he replaced her blue mask with a bright orange mask that had rhinestones and small feathers. It looked like something a Las Vegas showgirl would wear.

The once proud heroine stood there as Mandi and Andi pulled her arms back and used orange belts to bind her upper arms, elbows and wrists.  Leather shackles with a short chain were locked around her ankles. Ms Americana could only stand there as Sam and the twins looked through the various gags. She couldn’t help but notice that they were setting several aside along with other sex toys. Now helplessly bound she came to the realization that this was going to be more than a one-night stand. The bound heroine was about to open her mouth to say something but the girls laughing made her keep quiet.

“Perfect!” Andi snickered as they walked up to the bound beauty. “Check this out, slave.”

Ms Americana cringed at the word slave but at this point in time it fit. She watched as Andi held up a gag that had two straps and an orange ring but dangling from the ring by a small chain was an orange dildo.

“See how clever this is?” Andi said, “The ring will keep you mouth open so we can feed you at the restaurant and put whatever else we want in. When we don’t need you mouth we push this tiny…well not that tiny plastic cock in, giving you something to suck on. Is that great?”

“Now say ah!” Mandi snapped and then swatted Ms Americana’s ass with a leather lash.

“OW!” Ms Americana yelped, “AH! AH! AMMPH!”

The Queen of Justice just stood there as Andi put the gag into her mouth and bound it around her head.  The sex toy had seemed small but now filled her whole mouth, which made her suck on it with loud gulps. It seconds she began to drool around the dildo.  The bound heroine could feel her spit running down her chin and onto her boobs.  It was then she noticed Andi was now wearing her gold tiara while Mandi had on her choker and gold power belt.

Mandi saw her looking at the belt and rubbed it with both hands.

“Not very fashionable but I like!” Mandi sneered.

“Lets go, I am hungry.” Sam walked up and snapped a gold chain leash to her collar and tugged on it.

“AUGH!” Ms Americana grunted as she hobbled after the vile man who was not only ruining her reputation but appear to be bent of taking over her life.  She let off a muffles yelp when the twins began to whip her ass. The bound heroine hardly noticed she was jiggling like Santa’s sled as she walked. The bound heroine stumbled out of the store and blinked as all the cameras began to flash. Ms Americana hobbled behind Sam while the twins kept whipping her ass. They stopped by the limo and she was made to pose for the reporter were asking her questions which seemed foolish to her since she was gagged.

“MS AMERICANA WHAT’S GOING ON?”

“ARE YOU SHOWING YOUR PARTY SIDE?”

“THE CHIEF OF POLICE SAYS THIS COMFIRMS WHAT HE HAS BEEN SAYING ABOUT YOU FOR YEARS. THAT YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A BIMBO RUNNING AROUND HALF NAKED!”

“WHAT ABOUT YOUR SUPPORTORS? WHAT WILL THEY SAY?”

“HOW ABOUT YOUR FELLOW HEROINES?”

“ARE YOU STILL THE QUEEN OF JUSTICE?”

After what seemed centuries Sam bent the raven-haired heroine over and playfully kicked her in the ass making her fall into the limo. The twin handed the shopping bags from the bondage store to the driver making sure the cameras caught the logo, bowed to the crowd and followed Sam into car. Once the car started the bound heroine endured another spanking while Andi fucked Sam.

A short time later, the patrons of Anton’s looked when they heard a jiggling sound.  The famous restaurant served the finest food in the city’s elite and powerful. Tonight it was filled with the city’s high society; a real who’s who had come in hopes of dining with Ms Americana. They all gasped in shock and horror as not only did those horrible Hollander girls come in but also they were bringing some old man and what they were sure was a stripper or worst a hooker. It took few moments for them to realize it wasn’t a hooker or stripper it was the city’s premier heroine.

Ms Americana hobbled after the small man with the twin still playfully whipping her ass. She looked around and sobbed at the sight of the city blue bloods looking at her with shock, which turned to sheer contempt. Brenda Wade knew every person in the room being considered one of the city’s blue bloods herself she had met them at one time or another. Some she considered good friends.

“Table for four?” A skinny man asked in a bad French accent as he leered over the half naked heroine.

“Naw, we just need three chairs.” Sam said, “Ms Americana doesn’t need a chair. She will be kneeling. Brenda Wade is picking up the tab right?”

“Yes, she is.” He said as openly licked his lips unable to take his eyes off the huge tits.

“Great, bring us your most expensive wine.” Sam said.

“You treat us right.” Mandi said, “And we’ll give you a tip that you won’t forget.”

“Well not us.” Andi giggled, “Ms American will. Right sweetie?”

Ms Americana yelped and quickly nodded her head when her ass was whipped.

“Right this way.” The headwaiter smiled as he led the long way round to their table, Ms Americana jiggling all the way.  The bound heroine sobbed when she saw the restaurant had set up a special table for her and Sam. It sat on a raised platform in the center of the room so everyone in the fashionable restaurant could get a clear view of it. The bound beauty had to hop up the three steps, which made her tits bounce around while filling the room with the sounds of ringing bells.

Ms Americana glumly watched as a waiter took away one of the four chairs, stopping to give her long leer.  A swat on her ass and a yank on her leash forced Ms Americana to kneel. Sam sat down beside her draped his hand on her shoulder and began to stroke one of her tits. The twins waved to a few of the people with their leather lashes before sitting down.

The wine steward came up with a dusty bottle and held out the label for Sam to read. He snorted and nodded as he tugged on the nipple clamp, which made Ms Americana’s jiggle. The twin laughed as they held up their glasses.

“Looks good.” Sam said, “I need you to send out someone to get some Night Train. You know what that is?”

“Yes.” The appalled waiter sneered.

“Its not for us. We’re men of the world, we know that you I don’t want to waste such a fine wine of a slut.  Sluts only deserve a crap drink like Night Train.”

“Of course!” The wine steward smiled with a knowing twinkle in his eye.

Ms Americana just knelt there shaking her head thinking at least the alcohol buzz was going away but she was still hot and wet between her legs. She rubbed her thigh together as Sam and the twins ordered the most expensive things on the menu.

“This meal is going to cost me a small fortune.” Ms Americana thought to herself. “Well I can write it off.”

The bound heroine sobbed when she realized the least of her worries was the cost of the meal. Unless she thought of something she may well end up being Sam’s sex slave….or worst in the hands of the twins.

During the second course, the wine steward came back with four large bottles with screw tops and a train on the label. He put them down on the table with a flourish and bowed.

“Your Night Train.” He smiled as he gave Ms Americana another leer.

Sam reached down and took the dildo out her mouth. He picked up the bottle, unscrewed the cap, grabbed Ms Americana by the hair and yanked her head back.

“AUGGHHHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana sobbed as the foul tasting booze was poured down her mouth. She gulped it down but at least half the bottle end up splashing over her face and body. The helpless heroine gasped for air when the flow of liquid stopped but was soon gulping down the second bottle. By the fourth bottle she was completely drunk again and began to sway around on her knees. She watched the room was spin around just as fast as her head. Then she fell face forward onto the floor landing with a loud drunken grunt.

“I guess she can’t hold her booze.” Sam laughed as he sampled some of the duck in plum sauce.

They left the heroine sprawled on the floor until they finished their meal.  Sam wiped his mouth and pulled on the leash until Ms Americana wearily struggled to her knees. He held out a plate with the remains of his dessert.

“Lick it clean, bitch!” Sam snapped tugging on her leash.

“UGH!” Ms Americana grunted as she stuck her tongue out through the plastic ring and began to lick the plate. The humiliated heroine ran he tongue up and down the dish until it was clean. She had to clean the twin’s plates too and their coffee cups.

Sam stood up, adjusted his pants and then pulled Ms Americana to her feet.

“Time to thank the cook.” Sam sneered as she pulled the heroine across the room.

Ms Americana could feel every eye on her. The older ladies shaking their heads and making tut tut sounds. Couples whispering and chuckling while almost every man in the room wished he worked in the kitchen.

Sam and the twins came into the busy kitchen and everything stopped. Every man and woman stopped what he or she was doing and stared at the half naked heroine.

“Who’s the head chef?” Sam asked.

“I am. What do you want?” said a huge man with a goatee said as he walked up. He was dressed in white uniform stained with food, which he wiped his hands on then put them on his hips.

“Ms Americana wants to thank you for the fine meal.” Sam said as he swatted her ass with his open hand.

The heroine yelped and quickly nodded her head. She glumly stood there as Mandi took off her gag.

“Now remember the rules.” Mandi snapped, “You don’t speak unless we tell you to. Now kneel bitch.”

“Don’t forget to say ah.” Andi growled as she whipped the heroine’s fine ass, which was still a nice pink.

Ms Americana just nodded and dropped down onto the greasy floor and opened her mouth. She began to wag her tongue around her lips.

“What!” The chef gasped as he stared at the great heroine he had respected offering to give him a blowjob. He felt his cock stiffen, laughed and dropped his pants revealing ten inches of cock.

“Sweet Liberty I am doomed,” Ms Americana muttered before she began to lick and kiss the shaft. She ran her tongue up and down the pole, working down to the balls and giving them a long suck. She kissed back up to the top and began to swallow.

The chef gasped as he watched her swallow his cock inch by inch. He reached down and began to stroke her thick hair and sighed as the hot wet mouth caressed his pole.

“MMMMM!” Ms Americana sighed as she began to suck the cock with delighted moans and groans. Still horny and drunk the once proud heroine was really enjoying the taste of the cock. She began to pump the shaft in and out with increasing speed.

“OHHHHHYESSSSSSS!” The chef growled as her grabbed the sides of her head and began to pound her mouth with his tool.

“UGH! UGH! UGH!” Ms Americana grunted as she was forced to deep throat the cock but loved it. She closed her eyes and moaned around the cock. The bound heroine heard the chef yell and spread her lips, accepting his sweet seed into her mouth. She hungrily gulped it down. Ms Americana drank the cock dry, sat back and smacked her lips.

While she was still licking off her mouth, Sam motioned another chef over, who almost tripped on his pants as he tried to pull them down as he ran.

Ms Americana looked up and happily took the cock into her mouth. She began to suck it with loud slurps. She grunted as Sam pulled her ass back and patted it.

“I got some nice pussy and ass here.” Sam laughed as he waved a young dishwasher over.

The young ran over, dropped behind the kneeling heroine, pulled out his cock and pushed in right into her ass.

“AUGHHHHHHHH!” Ms Americana squealed as she took the cock up the ass but didn’t stop sucking the cock.

Andi and Megan roared with laughter as the watched the heroine service two cocks with obvious joy. They pulled out their phones and began to record the event for prosperity.

UGH! UGH!” Ms Americana grunted as she took both cocks like a well-trained whore. She sighed in delight as her mouth filled with cum and she swallowed it.

A huge fat woman with a hard face walked up and shoved the second man aside. She dropped her pants making everyone groan in disgust at the sight of her hairy crotch.

“Here whore, lick this!” She snarled as she shoved the heroine’s face into her bushy crotch, “You sent my old man up so you owe me!” 

 “AUGHHHH!” Ms Americana sobbed as her nose was buried in the smelly pussy but she began to lick and suck it.

The dishwasher filled her ass with cum and staggered back. Another dishwasher took his place, fucking her in the pussy this time. The headwaiter. Busboys, waiters and some of the waitress were coming into the kitchen for their turn at the Queen of Justice.

The fat man squealed like a small girl when Ms Americana made her come twice. Everyone was thrilled when she pulled up her pants. Another chef walked up and pushed his cock into her mouth. Two lines were now forming around the kneeling heroine.

After a while Ms Americana was moved onto a low table and rolled onto her side so she could take three cocks at a time. Which she did for hours, sucking and fucking every cock and pussy that was brought to her? Every employee got at least one shot at Ms Americana, some two…the head chef and Headwaiter got to fuck all three holes and even so of the city’s bluebloods had come in for a taste.

It was a weary and sweaty Ms Americana that staggered out the kitchen and hobbled through the restaurant. By the look on her face everyone could tell she had been fucked stupid. She followed Sam and the twins out and had to stand there as the camera recorded the sight of Ms Americana covered with sweat and cum.

Sam shoved the ravished beauty into the limo and climbed in. The twins followed him in and cuddle up on each side the mechanic. They began to kiss and stroke him while they looked down at the great Ms American sprawled on the floor looking totally defeated.

“We need to clean her up.” Andi said, “I am not going to touch her like that.”

“Me either.” Mandi said as she gave Sam a quick kiss.

“They got me a room at the Wade Arms Hotel.” Sam said, “We’ll stop there, clean her up, fuck her a bit and then take her to Sugar Town.”

            “Sweet Liberty no.” Ms Americana whimpered, “I hope Flag Girl is on her way to my rescue.”

 

 

 

            Sadly Flag Girl was now on her way to the rescue she was now dressed in her altered cheerleading costume. The front had been cut so her huge tits hung out and the pants had been removed leaving her ass and pussy uncovered.  She her hands were tied behind her back with thick gold and red cord, the school colors. The young blonde was kneeling on two benches, which kept her legs spread wide. More of the same cord was used to bind her ankles to the hard benches.   A plastic gold ring was pushed into her mouth keeping her lips spread wide.

            “AH! AH!” Lydia sobbed as she head someone coming into the locker room. She whimpered at the sight of Dean Bain leading the entire football team in including the coaching staff and even the water boys. The rest of her cheer squad walked up and smiled down at the helpless girl.

            “Damn that’s Lydia Willis!” The head coach gasped, “Are you insane?”

            “No, dear sweet Lydia has volunteered to do this.” Laura wickedly smiled, “She is so sorry for all the problems she has caused you and the team she wants to make it up to you. Isn’t that right, Lydia?”

            “YA! YA!” Lydia sobbed as she nodded her head, knowing she had no choice but to obey.

            “You don’t have to ask me twice.” The quarterback said as he began to undress, “I have been trying to her into the bitch’s pants since high school.”

            “I’ll second that.” A huge black player said who played center, “That slut almost got me kicked off the team.”

            “Sorry boys.” The head coach growled, “Not going to happen.”

            Everyone in the room groaned and swore as the coach walked up to the bound coed.

            “Not until the coaching staff has their turns!” he sneered as he dropped his pants and grabbed onto the most perfect ass he had ever seen.

            “AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Lydia wailed as his huge cock plowed into her tight butt hole. Another cock pushing into her mouth cut off her scream.

            Bain laughed as she watched sweet Lydia take the two cocks. Her sobs and squeals were music to her ears. She noticed everyone was getting naked including the cheerleaders.  Laura licked her lips as Debi Brown pulled off her costume revealing two huge tits and a perfect ass. She pushed back her long red hair and laughed as she watched the action. The dean walked up to the shapely girl and cupped her ass with both hands.

            “If you want to be head cheerleader come with me.” Bain hissed in her ear.

            Debi turned, studied the older woman and then simple said, “Sure whatever you want.”

            Bain led the girl back behind some lockers slammed her against the lockers and gave her a long hard kiss which the girl returned. The dean yanked off her own clothes as she kissed the young coed.

            While Debi was being promoted to head cheerleader Lydia was taking her second row of cocks. She had barely swallowed the coach’s cum before another cock pushed into her mouth. The bound beauty squealed when her ass was filled with cum. She blinked away her tears as his cock left her ass but her pussy was filled with another cock. The blonde beauty suddenly realized someone was sucking and fondling her tits.

            The coach pumped his cock in and out of her mouth while watching one of his assistants pound her pussy with lust filled rage. The entire staff had taken a lot crap from this bitch and now it was her turn to get fucked.

            “UGH! UGH! UGHHHHH!” Lydia squealed as the cock in her pussy made her come, which made her suck the other cock deep into her mouth. The bound coed had two more orgasms as her mouth and pussy were filled with cum. She barely had time to catch her breath as the two cocks were replaced by two more.

            So it went on and on, the poor coed serviced the whole coaching staff….twice. Then the football team took over with their massive poles. Lydia looked up as the quarterback walked up and took off her gag.

            “Lick it whore.” He snarled.

            “Yes, sir.” Lydia whimpered as she began to lick his all ready stiff cock.  “SWEEEEETTTTLIBERTYYYYYYY!”

            Lydia gave off a high-pitched long scream as the center planted his giant cock in her ass. She gasped and sobbed but some how kept licking the cock.

             The quarterback laughed as he watched the snotty Lydia Willis lick his cock like the whore he had always knew she was. He sighed in sheer bliss as the blonde licked up to his cockhead, planted some kisses on it and then swallowed it inch by inch.

            “AUGHHHHHHHH!” Lydia wailed as her ass really fucked by the huge cock. She dejectedly sucked on the cock knowing not only was this the first of many cocks she would service but her life as Lydia Willis was over. The only question was what kind of life would she have.

 

 

            While Lydia was sucking and fucking the football team Ms Americana had been cleaned up and was back in her trademark costume standing on one of the seedier corners in Sugar town giving blowjobs for a nickel and taking it up the ass or pussy for a dime. Actually she wasn’t standing, the Queen of Justice was lying back on an old wreck so she could suck the cock of one of the local pimps while an notorious gangbanger gave her pussy a good hard fuck. Ms Americana sucked on the cock and saw a line was forming by the around the car. Worst the press was there recording every disgusting second while the cops looked on and did nothing.

            Across the street Sam, Andi and Mandi were sitting on the hood of the limo eating burgers and drinking shakes while they handed out quarters to anyone who past by.

            The sun was just peeking over the city when Sam and the twins walked over to Ms Americana who was slumped on the curb surrounded by piles of coins while holding more coins in her gloved hands. She wearily looked up, her face coated with cum and whimpered, “I am defeated and broken. Tamed. Do with me as you please.”

            Sam walked up and ripped off her mask for the few reporters still there.

            “FUCK ITS BRENDA WADE!” One of the reporters swore.

            “Sweet.” Mandi giggled.

            Ms Americana just sat there not caring. Her reputation was in ruins. After last night it wouldn’t have taken long for the press and the criminal element to figure out her secret. She just wondered what would happen now.

 

            Another hour later a bare ass naked Brenda was kneeling on a chair her hands and feet tightly bound. More rope was wrapped around her body and the chair keeping her prisoner. She whimpered and moaned as the two huge vibrators continued to buzz away in her ass and pussy. A dildo with a hose was taped to her mouth. The hose ran over to a five-gallon bottle filled with Night Train. Every time the bound heroine came she sucked in a mouthful of the cheap booze. The bottle was now half empty so Ms Americana was beyond drunk. She stupidly watched the huge bed while Sam and the twins made love in front of her. One of the twins would get out bed to whip her ass once an hour. Brenda gasped as she came again and wondered what would become of her now.

            Sam was enjoying a blowjob from Andi while he sucked on Mandi’s big tits when his phone rang. He frowned and picked it up.

            “Yeah, this better be important.” He snapped.

            “Sam Gauge, we need to set up a meeting.”

            Sam recognized the voice and sat up.

 

 

            While Brenda was being trained for her new life Dean Bain walked into the boy locked and stopped. She could stop from laughing out loud. The site of Lydia Willis lying sprawled on a dirty locker room floor so covered with sweat and cum not even Brenda Wade would recognize her.

            Lydia heard the footsteps and wearily looked up.

            “I am truly broken and tamed. Use me as you will my Mistress.” She sobbed and then fainted.

            Laura was trying to figure out how to get the blonde into the shower without getting any of the cum and sweat on her Italian silk suit when her phone ran.

            “Dean Bain.” She said as she studied the blonde.

            “We need to talk.”

            Dean Bain recognized the voice and turned away from Lydia.

 

           

 

Three days after Ms Americana’s date and Lydia’s downfall, an unprecedented meeting was held at Wade Manor. In attendance were Sam, Mandi, Andi, Dean Bain, the entire board of trustees, the Wade board of directors, the chief of police, the mayor, the entire city council, King Pimp and several other criminal leaders of Sugar Town.

            Brenda and Lydia attended the meeting but could only watch from the table they were lying on. Both were hogtied and had ballgags jammed into their mouths. But they really didn’t care about the meeting since they were both tamed and both had buzzing vibrators shoved up their butts and pussies.

            There was loud arguing and debating but finally after several hours an agreement was reached as to the fate of Brenda Wade aka Ms Americana and Lydia Willis aka Flag Girl.

            Everyone would get shares in Wade Corp, which meant everyone in the room would leave millionaires.

As for the stupid whores, Lydia would remain with Dean Bain since she tamed her but King Pimp would get her one weekend a month to use as he wanted but she must be returned undamaged.

Brenda and her personal wealth would go to Sam who was quickly married to the dumb bitch to make it legal. Like Lydia she would work for King Pimp one weekend a month. 

After the wedding he gave her to the twins who would be moving into Wade Manor with Sam. Their family horrified at what the twins had cut them off from their trust funds and it turned out they really like Sam. It didn’t hurt the old man was pretty amazing in bed.

            After the business was concluded, a party began which lasted three days at which Lydia and Brenda didn’t get a wink sleep since they were fucking and sucking constantly. Needless to say everyone…well almost everyone had a great time.

 

 

            A FEW YEARS LATER….

 

 

            Lydia Willis was now unofficially the college mascot. Dean Bain had moved onto other lovers but the young blonde was kept in a small private duplex that sat in the middle of campus. She was kept quite busy serving all the teams, the trustees even the chess and math clubs got to fuck and suck the blonde bimbo. Of course she was expected to show up at every campus party actually she rarely went to parties. She was usually in a bedroom taking care of the long line in the hall. 

Yes, Lydia Willis once Queen Bee of the campus was now the campus whore.

           

 

As for Brenda Wade she was now a familiar sight around town, trailing after one or both of the Hollander twins.  Sam was sometimes with them holding Mandi’s hand. He had divorced Brenda was now married to the hot redhead. But there was rumor that Andi shared the same bedroom.

Brenda’s Her outfit would change every day it was sometimes leather or silk but was always skimpy and her heels at never less six inches high. As Ms Americana her red, white and blue costume had been her trademark now it was the tail sticking out her ass and the headband with long floppy ears planed on her head. She also wore a gold collar that some say use to be her own gold tiara. It had a matching chain, rumored to be her melted down power belt chain that one of the twins would tug on which calling their pet by her new name.

            “Come Trixie! Come!” One of the twins would laugh, “Come or mommy will spank.”

            Another common sight was seeing Brenda kneeling outside with other leashed dogs patiently waiting for her owners.

Occasionally someone would try to talk to her but Brenda never spoke she would just bark like she had been trained to.  She had been taught to play fetch too. At parties, the park or even restaurant the twins would toss a rubber bone or ball and the once great heroine would chase after it, on all fours, pick it up with mouth, bring it back and kneel before her mistresses like a well-trained dog. The twins had kept their vow and turned the great Ms Americana into their fuck dog.

            Occasionally a stranger to the city would see Brenda and ask, “Is that Brenda Wade, didn’t she use to be someone of importance?”

            A local would laugh and pat the stranger on the back and say, “Yes, but let me tell you the sad but also funny tale of the downfall of Brenda Wade. It started with a contest…