MS AMERICANA: WAGER
By Dark One

	Ms Americana looked left and right.  The dark street was deserted, save for a
pair of homeless men pushing shopping carts.  They were going the other
direction, so she dismissed them.  After two weeks of her own personal campaign
to ride the city of it's most notorious, most crime-ridden red-light district
she was almost completed with her task.  And ahead of schedule, too. 
	"I promised the Commissioner I would clean this place up in less than a month,
and now I only have one more pimp to catch and I'm finished in half the time,"
she said, grinning mischievously.  That would show those arrogant men in Police
Headquarters to question her ability and resolve.  They told her it couldn't be
done.  Especially not by a lone woman, super heroine or not.  "I hope they enjoy
eating crow."
	The thought made her stand taller as she stood beneath the street light in her
best super heroine pose: red-booted feet apart, red-gloved hands on rounded
hips.  Her six foot one body was breathtaking to behold, especially in her
skimpy red, white and blue, star-spangled two piece bikini.  The gold power belt
rested comfortably around her tiny waist, partially hiding her rock hard abs. 
Ms Americana's beautiful face was hidden behind the familiar blue, star-spangled
mask.
	There was a nip in the air.  It would be winter soon.  As it was, her skimpy
star-spangled bikini costume wasn't made for warmth.  The nipples on her 44DDs
were jutting through the fabric quite noticeably.  She'd caught several
passersby openly staring at them.  But with a rack like hers she was used to
gawkers.
	She marveled at what just two weeks of determined work could bring about.  Two
weeks back the street was packed with stiletto heeled hookers and leering johns,
slowly cruising the street looking for a girl that struck their fancy.  But
intense media attention had followed and reported her efforts, so the johns were
gone to safer waters, or staying home with their wives and children.  The
hookers had fled as well, especially after Ms Americana started snatching up
their pimps right and left.  The ones she couldn't catch red-handed, she
threatened with severe bodily harm.  A few bawked, and after she "demonstrated"
her determination the others quickly folded and ran.  All but one.
	"Kid Rotten is going down tonight," she said.
	A terrified scream ripped the cool night air.  A woman's scream.  Ms Americana
immediately jumped into action.  She ran toward the sound of a struggle, her
stiletto-heeled calf boots ringing in the clear night air.  It sounded like a
woman was putting up a heroic fight against a superior foe.
	After a moment, Ms Americana determined the sounds of fighting and womanly
screams were coming from a dark alley.  Probably some poor resident of the
adjoining neighborhood was being mugged.  She admired the woman's pluck.
	Dashing into the alley, she spotted a group of shadowy figures around a single
young woman.  They stood in the tiny pool of light from the only light in the
narrow alley.  The pretty little blonde looked to be a stray young woman, in
jeans, t-shirt and sneakers.  An innocent accosted by miscreants.  She'd take
care of them in short order.
	"Leave her alone," Ms Americana said, as she burst through the circle of men.
	The men hesitated.  They were all young men looking to be in their early
twenties.  They were a tough, angry bunch too frequently found in that area.  It
was men like these she was trying to drive out of this neighborhood.
	"Ms Americana!" the young woman cried, overjoyed.  "Thank God you arrived to
save me from these terrible men!"
	"This ain't none of your concern, Ms Americana," one of the group sneered.
	He was tall, blonde and with arrogant gray eyes.  Four long scars from a
woman's fingernails permanently marked his left cheek.  She knew who he was
immediately and smiled to see her good fortune.
	"Kid Rotten," Ms Americana said.  "I've been looking for you."
	"Well no one around here wants anything to do with you, woman," he said.
	She didn't like the way he said "woman."  It was full of contempt and scorn. 
She silently vowed to teach him some respect.  Respect for women.  And respect
for his betters, namely her.
	"What are you doing to this child?"
	"She ain't no child, woman.  Elsa's a grown woman.  She's my age.  We went to
school together, and all.  Now get," Kid Rotten said.
	"He's trying to make me hook for him, Ms Americana.  He said I won't be so
pretty if I don't work for him, on the street," she said, voice all a-quiver.
	Rage surged through Ms Americana.  Her blue eyes flashed and she rounded on Kid
Rotten.  For his part, Kid just shrugged with a sly grin.
	"A man's gotta make a living, heh?"
	"Not by degrading women!  How dare you," Ms Americana said, taking a step
toward him, fists balled threateningly.  "I ought to..."
	Kid Rotten reached out and grabbed Elsa by the upper arm and pulled her in
close.  He pressed a pistol to her temple and smiled at Ms Americana very
smugly.
	"You ought to what?  I can't hear you, Ms Ameri-speechless," he sneered.  The
other young men laughed with him.  They started to move in closer to her.  "We
can show you degrading women, and all."
	Faster than any of them thought possible, Ms Americana rounded on Kid Rotten's
cohorts and commenced to kick serious ass.  The first man she grabbed got a knee
in the groin, then an upper cut to the jaw that put him down.  The second was
the recipient of a vicious flying roundhouse to the temple.  The third man got
hold of her right arm, with a cry of triumph that quickly turned into fear when
she seized him by the short hairs and ripped him off herself.  Ms Americana
threw him bodily into the fourth young thug foolish enough to threaten her.
	"Well done, Ms Ameri-stupid," Kid said grudgingly.  "But it doesn't save the
little bitch here, now does it?"
	"Release her now and I'll be easy on you," she said.  "I might even put in a
good word for you at your sentencing."
	"How generous.  I'd prefer those tits in my face instead," he said, grinning
evilly as he eyed her tits.  Her eyes flashed, all the while trying to stop
herself from covering up her breasts.  "Put your hands in the air."
	"I will not.  And if you know what's good for you, Rotten, you'll release the
girl and surrender quietly," she said, stepping closer.
	He thrust the pistol harder into her temple, making the young blonde flinch and
grimace with pain.  Ms Americana stopped, her heart racing.  She couldn't allow
this sweet, innocent young woman to be hurt in any way.  But Kid Rotten wasn't
cooperating.
	"Holding a hostage is a felony.  That's prison time, Rotten," she said
smoothly.  "Surrender now, and I think both myself and Elsa will forget this
happened.  That way you'll be out on bond in a couple hours, and probably only
receive community service and a fine."
	"That's not what I want."
	"What is that?"
	He contemplated her a long moment.  His "boys" were slowly starting to regain
their senses.  She barely gave them a second thought as they staggered to their
feet and watched the standoff with sullen eyes.  None of them was foolish enough
to challenge her mastery now.
	"Elsa's a fine piece of ass.  She can make sweet money as a working girl," he
said.  "I can make a lot of money by working her.  I take care of her and she
takes care of me.  You know where I'm coming from?"
	"Unfortunately, yes, I do.  But Elsa doesn't want to 'work' for you.  She's a
good girl, something you wouldn't know about."
	Elsa nodded frantically, her face a mask of terror.  Even in the faint light Ms
Americana could see the tracks of Elsa's tears across her smooth cheeks.
	"But she will work for me, if I don't give her any other choice.  And I'm not
in any mood to give her choices," he said.  "Unless..."
	"Unless what?"
	"You take her place," he said matter-of-factly.
	"Never!  Impossible!" she cried.  "The nerve!  I've never been so insulted in
all my life.  What on earth makes your twisted, depraved mind think I'll let you
whore me off like some cheap slut?"
	"To save Elsa's life.  And your own, too," he said.  "I see only one way out of
this mess, either you become my whore or I have to shoot both of you."
	Ms Americana wasn't worried about herself.  If he shot Elsa then she'd be on
top of him before he could so much as think about shooting her.  But the threat
to kill the poor, innocent girl sent her mind to reeling.  No citizen had ever
come to serious harm due to her action or inaction.  It wasn't going to happen
tonight.
	"I have a better idea," she said.  "Release Elsa and run away.  I promise not
to pursue you until tomorrow.  By that time you can be out of Delta City for
good.  That's all I really want to do is rid the city of the likes of you."
	He cocked the hammer.  The .38 caliber would scramble poor Elsa's brain.
	"No one's chasing me out of my own city.  And I'd rather die fighting than go
to prison, Ms Americana," he sneered.
	Ms Americana couldn't to anything but simmer.  They were at an impasse. 
Neither would budge, but something bad was bound to come out of the encounter. 
One of them was going down, and it wasn't going to be her.  Unfortunately, Kid
Rotten might take innocent little Elsa down with him.
	"You're a big girl, Ms Americana.  Rumor says you have lots of experience
satisfying men.  Bad men who get the drop on you," Kid Rotten said, grinning
viciously.  "You could handle hooking far better than poor, highly emotional
Elsa here.  And imagine, if you can, the heart-break and devastation of her
mother and sisters if she is brutally gunned down because you decided she was
better dead, than you in bed."
	That struck deep.  She was rattled.  But she was Ms Americana, the world's
premier super heroine.  She just could not prostitute herself.
	"You don't understand, I am a superior woman.  I can't just whore myself for
your pleasure and enrichment," she said.
	"A superior woman, you say.  I see," he said, shaking his head woefully.  "A
predicament for poor Elsa here, don't you know, Ms Superior-ana."
	"What about a wager?" one of his boys offered.
	"Wager?" he said.  He considered it a moment, then his eyes lit up.  "Yes.  A
wager.  You agree to the wager, and I'll let Elsa go free right away.  I know
you can't lie.  You're word is better than gold, it is said."
	"And if I lose the wager?"
	"You become my girl."
	"A whore."
	"Exactly."
	She didn't have to think on it much at all.  She was a superior woman.  A
magnificent athlete.  There wasn't anything she couldn't do.
	"What would the wager consisted of?" she said.
	"Sex," he said.  "We have sex.  If you CUM, then you belong to me.  If you are
SUPERIOR enough to control your emotions and body, then you walk free."
	"Sex?  With you?  That is the better idea?" she said, aghast.  The hope in
Elsa's eyes evaporated with her outburst.  She sank into herself, looking like
she'd accepted her fate.  "Elsa, don't despair."
	"Forget it, Ms Americana.  I'll be his whore.  We have no choice.  You can't
accept his wager, I know that."
	"You couldn't possibly win," Kid said, laughing.  The other men laughed at her
too.  "Elsa is mine, so you can leave."
	"No.  I won't just leave her to your tender mercies.  Besides, I'm here to rid
this city of your kind in general, and you in particular," Ms Americana said,
eyes flashing.  She made her decision.  "I accept your wager."
	"You understand what it entails, right?  You have to spend the rest of the
night with me.  In bed.  Having sex in every way imaginable," he said, acting
like he was surprised she accepted.  Indeed, she detected a bit of fear he might
lose the wager.  "You have to accept anything I do to you, and avoid having an
orgasm.  If you climax, then you belong to me."
	"I understand," she said, fingering her power belt.  With the power belt, she
could handle anything.  Besides, she found Kid no repulsive she couldn't
possibly enjoy having sex with him.  With her superior strength, endurance and
mental discipline there was no way she could lose.  But, to hedge her bet, just
in case the impossible happened, she said, "But we have to change one thing.  If
I lose by having an orgasm, as unlikely as that is, then I serve as your whore
for one week."
	"Deals off," he said, pressing the gun into Elsa even harder.
	"Wait.  A mon...a month then," she said, almost choking on the thought of
enduring such a long period of time walking the streets for that foul man.
	He looked as if he would reject the suggestion outright, then reconsidered.
	"Better yet, to make it interesting for me," he said, slyly.  "You serve me for
one month, as my personal fuck toy and street walker, for every orgasm you have. 
One orgasm, one month.  Ten orgasms, you hook for ten months.  Last offer."
	"I accept. Let Elsa go now," Ms Americana said, swallowing hard to keep bile
down.
	"I have your word of honor?"
	"You have my word of honor, Rotten."
	"You'll do anything I tell you to do, involving sex, for the rest of the night,
and longer if I win?"
	"That's the wager, Rotten."
	Switching the pistol to his left hand, he extended his right hand.  Ms
Americana hesitated, then took his hand.  They shook on the bet and he put the
gun away.
	"Scram, bitch," Kid said to Elsa.  "Don't you say anything to anyone,
understand?"
	"Yes," she whispered.  Then to Ms Americana, "You saved me.  Thank you so
much!"
	With that Elsa ran as fast as her feet would carry her down and out of the
alley.  Ms Americana watched her go with satisfaction.  Another innocent saved.
	"Let's get started!" Kid said, a bulge already pressing against his blue jeans.
	"Here?"
	"Best place I can think to get down and dirty, Ameri-slut," he said.  "Remember
your promise.  You'd do anything I ordered."
	Kid stepped up close and wrapped her gorgeous body up in his arms.  He was
taller than she thought.  Even in her five-inch stilettos he was a good two
inches taller than her.  She had to swallow hard as his face came to within an
inch of hers, his mouth so close to hers.
	"Just until sunrise.  Then I'll be free of your vile touch and will, and you
will have to leave Delta City immediately."
	He said, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
	Kid kissed her long and hard.  Ms Americana struggled briefly, then relaxed and
let him have his way.  She gave her word.  She could not break that promise for
anything.  She was a super heroine, a superior woman, her word was her bond. 
And she had to remind herself of that again when his tongue pushed past her full
red lips and delved deep into her mouth.
	"Whatever you want, Rotten," she breathed, trying to get her emotions in
control.  She had to remind herself this was not a defeat.  It was a ploy to
defeat Kid Rotten, one of the most brutal pimps in the city.  "Get rid of the
boys and we can get started."
	"You boys go guard the alley.  Don't let nobody disturb us, hear?"
	"You got it, boss," they said, leering.
	Turning back to Ms Americana.  "Lift your arms above your head and turn around. 
Display yourself to me, Ameri-slut."
	She slanted an angry look at him.  First, she was growing tired of his love of
butchering her highly respected name.  So many of his ilk did.  Secondly, she
didn't like being treated like a cheap whore.  But she did agree.  So she lifted
her arms and slowly turned before his awestruck eyes.  The single incandescent
bulb spotlighted her feminine charms wonderfully.
	"Jesus, you are even more beautiful in person than on the tube," he said,
reaching out with both hands to cup and weigh her 44DD.  It took longer for him
to start fondling her than she first though.  Ms Americana figured him for a tit
man, so thought he'd grab her bountiful tits first thing.  "What a rack.  Take
off the top."
	"Is that really necessary?  We can do it without completely disrobing."
	"Ha!  You're funny.  Take it off," he said, eyes locked on her massive tits and
all but drooling.
She sighed dramatically, that seemed to excite him more, and reached between her
breasts and unsnapped the clasp.  Her titanic tits jounced and jiggled once they
were set loose.  The cool night air touched the already hard nipples, and they
swelled a bit more.  Casting the star-spangled top to the side, she stood before
him enticingly.
If he mounts and releases quickly, then maybe he'll be spent, she thought.  I've
heard most men aren't good for more than once or twice a night, anyway.
"Let me show you what you'll get if you win," she purred, dropping to her knees
before the pimp.  "I've been told I give 'superior' blowjobs."
"I've heard," he said breathlessly.
	She licked her luscious, full red lips as she rose up on her knees before him. 
She quickly and deftly unzipped his jeans and released his engorged cock.  It
came out so fast and hard she was slapped across the face by it.
	"My God.  You're huge!"
	"That's why all my girls are so satisfied and eager to please me," he said,
grinning.  "Just like you will be, Ameri-whore."
	She groaned low and sensuously, locking her flashing blue eyes with his cold
gray.  There was electricity between them.  No doubt about that.  His manhood
swelled some more.
	Ms Americana pushed any fears of his massive cock out of her mind.  A cock like
that could tame an ordinary woman.  But she was a superior woman.  She would
endure and come out the next morning victorious.
	Taking his cock in both hands, she marveled that there was room for almost
another hand.  He had to be ten inches if he was an inch.  Her mouth watered as
his man scent wafted over her.  The hot musky smell of his sex inexplicitly took
her breath away.  She parted her warm red lips and brought them in for a firm
kiss on the dark purple head.  Her hot, pink tongue darted in to flick the
gaping mouth, letting her taste the viscous lubricating discharge oozing out.
	"Mmm," she moaned deep in her throat, causing sensuous vibrations into and
round his dick head.  Kid gasped ever so slightly.  Her tongue teased the head a
long moment, then her mouth slide up and down his thick shaft so suddenly Kid
seized her silky, dark hair with both hands and threw his head back.
	This is too easy, she thought with glee.  I'll milk him of all his stamina in
no time, the arrogant pup.
	Suddenly, he stopped letting her control the situation.  His grip tightened in
her long shimmering hair, and he pushed harder, deeper into her hot, wet mouth.
	"Mmfph."
	"You can take it, babe!  I know you can," he said.  "Take me all in.  Down the
throat like daddy likes it."
	He wants deep throat? she thought hysterically.  That's too hard!  I'll gag.
	He didn't care.  Kid rammed his engorged cock into her crimson-lipped mouth
with wild abandon.  Every stroke took him a little deeper.  Soon, he was shoving
the entire ten inches into her mouth, and down her throat.  Ms Americana was
frozen in shock, trapped in an unbearable situation.
"Oh, yes!" he cried and pushed himself deep into the super heroine's ready mouth
and started to shudder.
	Ms Americana felt his cock convulse deep in her mouth,  then felt the cum gush
out in hot, mouth and throat filling waves.  She gulped jizm down as fast as she
could, feeling his cum spew out of her mouth around his cock, and then dribbling
down her chin.
	"Mmphhh," she said, trying to disengage in vain.
	She gave up and let him spend himself inside her mouth.  After the first couple
spurts the amount of cum shooting into her mouth was manageable and easily
swallowed.  Then she lovingly licked him clean without being told.
	"How was that, Rotten?"
	"Perfect.  Just as I dreamed it would be," he said with triumphant eyes.
	Ms Americana smiled back up at him.  He thought he had won, but she was still
perfectly fine.  No orgasm.  Not even a tingle in the nether regions.  This was
going to be a walk in the park.  The pimp was too used to weak girls, too eager
to please, and probably lying to him about his prowess in bed and faking
orgasms.  She doubted he ever brought a woman to orgasm.
	"I'm glad," she lied.  Keep him happy.  Keep him sated.  The more blowjobs the
better for her.  True, he would experience an erotic night to remember and brag
about for years to come, but she would still be victorious.  "Now what?  Play
with my titties?"
	She hated having to act like a bimbo, talk like a bimbo, but that was what this
foul pimp understood.  If she could lull him into a false sense of power and
domination, then she could more easily manipulate his actions and what they did
sexually, and how often.  She figured she had at least forty-five minutes to an
hour before he recovered enough to get another BJ or fuck her.
	"Stand up," he said as he stuffed his penis back into his jeans and zipped up.
	Ms Americana stood before him, her hands clutched together behind her back and
her chest jutting out.  She smiled when he swallowed hard, barely able to tear
his eyes off her naked breasts.
	"Up against the wall," he said.  "No, facing it.  Now put your hands on the
wall over your head."
	She complied with all of his orders.  It was part of the agreement, besides if
he thought he was in control it would stimulate his ardor and make him more
susceptible to her charms and manipulation.
	"Don't look back," he said when she glanced over her shoulder.
	"I don't understand what you want from me, Rotten," she said.
	He answered her with actions, not words.  She felt a tug at her lower back, and
then felt her power belt slip away.  She felt the rush as super human strength
left her body.  
	"I've been de-powered!" she cried.  "Give me back my belt."
	Before she could turn to confront him, Kid twisted first her right, then her
left arm behind her back.  Her arms were quickly bound.  Pressed against the
cold brick, Ms Americana struggled vainly at her bonds, feeling the rough
brickwork scraping at the silky, tender flesh of her tits.  Her arms were pulled
back too far for comfort and leverage.  Even with her power belt she wouldn't
have the leverage to break those bonds with her wrists tied above the opposite
arm's elbow.
	Worst, still, was the tingle she felt between her legs.  Her breath became
short and her mouth dry.  She even felt her tits respond to this change in her
circumstances.  This new danger to her safety and freedom.  If Kid Rotten
tricked her, just to either kill her or force her into real prostitution she was
in grave danger.  And without her power belt.
	"Why are you doing this?  Why am I tied up?" she demanded.  "I'm cooperating. 
I promised to do anything you want me to do."
	"And you still are.  I've decided I want some bondage and discipline.  You
provide the bondage part, and I'll administer the discipline," he said.  He
shouted down the alley then, "OK, boys.  Let's go."
	"Go?  Go where?  You said you wanted to do it here?"
	"I changed my mind.  My house will be better," he said, leering at her tits. 
"And more fun.  I have toys for girls and boys."
	Toys?  Sex toys?  She never figured on that angle.  He struck her as the "dick
them" and leave them type.  Besides, with that massive rod why would he ever
really need sexual aids?
	Kid Rotten buried his hand deep into her silky mane and started dragging her
down the alley.  She gasped, bent over and forced to follow.  Two of his boys
followed.  They found the other two waiting with an idling burgundy Cadillac
limo.  She was pulled inside with Kid and two of the others.  Another drove,
with the fourth riding shotgun.
They drove to a very upscale neighborhood and into the long driveway of an
expensive custom home.  She was impressed despite herself.  The pimp business
was better than she thought.  And that thought made her angry.  How many women
did he beat into submission and force to peddle their asses for his amusement
and profit?  How dare him!  It made her more determined to be victorious and
send him packing.
"One more thing," he said, holding up a blindfold.
"What?  Why?  I already know where you live now.  What do you care if I see your
taste in furniture?  What's the matter, so garish and brotheleque that you're
afraid for me to see it?"
"It's a surprise," he said, grinning.
Ms Americana was blindfolded and pulled out of the limo.  Kid led her into the
house at a brisk pace.  She felt the fine tiles of the entry beneath her booted
feet, then the double padded carpeting beyond.  She was led down first one
hallway, then another, and finally up a narrow stairs.  They entered a door at
the top of the stairs.
She expected the blindfold to be removed once they reached Kid's bedroom, but
instead she felt something strangely familiar touch her lips.  He pinched her
left nipple with bruising strength and she screamed in pain and surprise.  Kid
inserted a rubber ball-gag, cutting off her piercing scream.
Suddenly, three sets of hands were on her.  Her bikini bottoms were stripped
away.  Her ankles were shackled and a wide leather collar fastened around her
neck.  Seconds later a rope was attached to that collar and ran up to the
ceiling.  Ms Americana felt the rope pulled taut and she was forced to stand
with her legs spread wide and her back perfectly straight.
The aforementioned bondage and discipline had begun to her horror.  Her pussy
was sopping wet in anticipation.  Ms Americana fought despair.  Once again, her
body was primed to betray her.  It would be a hard fight, but she was determined
to prevail.  Not one orgasm for those lowlifes!
	I will not be defeated.  I am the premier super heroine, Ms Americana! she
thought proudly, and thrusting her perfect chest out even further.  Do your
worse, Kid Rotten.  Ms Americana is up to the challenge!
	"Hey, Kid, she kinda looks defiant."
	"Funny.  Ms Ameri-ho is probably practicing her stance for when she stands on
the corner working for me," Kid said.  They laughed and Ms Americana simmered,
vowing yet again to show them her metal.  "OK, boys.  Just take your chairs and
watch the master at work."
	Ms Americana couldn't see through the blind fold.  But she could hear his shoes
on the tile floor and smell his cheap cologne.  She heard him approach slowly,
coming straight at her front.  Suddenly, her tits felt incredibly exposed and
vulnerable.
	And of course that was exactly where his hands went first.  He cupped those two
perfect globes, with their warm, satiny skin and engorged pink nipples.  She
gasped and groaned as he squeezed and caressed them for several minutes.  Ms
Americana jumped when he pinched, first one, then the other nipple.  He chuckled
to see her squirm as he rolled those highly sensitive mounds of pink flesh
between his fingers, making them grow even larger and harder.
	Ms Americana couldn't believe this was happening to her.  Her mind was in a
jumble, unable to completely understand the situation that got her to agree to
this wager.  She only vaguely recalled the young woman, then all thoughts of how
she got into that predicament vanished.  Kid Rotten started sucking on her right
nipple.
"Mmmpphhhh!" she cried.  "Ugh!  Ugh!"
His right hand held her tit in place while he sucked on her nipple, but his left
went roaming.  Ms Americana had a hard time concentrating on either, much less
both.  That stray hand though starting demanding more and more of her attention
as it caressed its way down across her hard, flat belly and toward her now
dripping pussy.  Part of her prayed he didn't touch her there, another screamed
for him to hurry.
Soon his strong fingers slid into and through her neatly trimmed and bikini
waxed pubic patch.  Kid's fingers splayed and passed to either side of her pussy
lips.  A tremor coursed through her body and she groaned involuntarily.
"I think Ameri-whore likes it, boys.  I think she's begging for it."
Shame burned her face behind the mask and blindfold.  If she wasn't ball-gagged
she'd have plenty to say to him.  A few choice words and she could shore up her
own resolve, and kick down his overweening confidence.
Ms Americana forgot all about defiance then and there.  His fingers didn't waste
any time toying with her pussy lips.  He plunged right in.  She sharply sucked
in air through her woefully inadequate nose.  He pushed two fingers in all the
way, then he curled them and touched this one spot she never knew she had.
"Muphfff!  Ufff.  Uhnnn," she screamed into her ball-gag as she bucked
frantically.
"I found the spot, boys," Kid laughed.  "Watch this, the costumeless cunt is
about to obligate herself to that first month of prostitution.  She's going to
hand herself over to me on the silver platter of ecstasy."
He quickly changed his grip.  One hand kept tormenting her right nipple,
painfully rolling the engorged nipple between his fingers.  His other hand
withdrew from her throbbing pussy a second, then drove back inside her.  She was
tingling from her knees to her neck now, centered right there at her cunt. 
Kid's fingers hit that special spot again, and at the same time his thumb found
her clitoris.  Alternating between rubbing and flicking the clit, and massaging
that spot so deep inside her, he began driving her insane.
I can't take it! She screamed in her head.  That thought heralded a change in
her body.  Then tingling deepened into something ominous.  Make him stop!  Stop! 
Please stop!
But all he heard through the ball-gag was a frantic, "Mmmm!  Mphfff!  Ugh! 
Ugh!"
Of its own volition, her perfect, magnificent body suddenly tensed up and her
back arched.  She screamed into the gag as she climaxed.  The orgasm rolled
unstoppable from her cunt to her tits, and back down and into her legs.  Her
belly quivered and quaked, and he kept right on tormenting her nipple, cunt and
clit.
"Ah.  Done," Kid said smugly.  "The Great and Mighty Ms Americana has declared
herself my whore!"
Ms Americana's mind reeled.  How did it come to this?  Why did she agree to his
terms?  Now she had to be his whore.  His woman in every way.  She was Kid
Rotten's sex slave, fuck toy for a whole month!
"Now time to give Ms Ameri-hooker a sample of my little invention, the bitch
tamer," he said.
She shook her head NO.  But he either didn't see, or didn't care.  Probably the
latter.  She was defeated.  He owned he for the next month.  Why bother going
on?  Then she remembered the second part of their wager.  One month for every
orgasm.  Kid Rotten wanted her for more than a mere month.
Ms Americana heard the sound of rattling metal, of hard plastic wheels on tile. 
He was rolling something toward her.  But what?  She didn't wanted to know.  The
prospect terrified her.  And the tingling started again.
She heard Kid's wheeled "fuck toy" come to a halt beneath her spread and
shackled legs.  Kid paused to caress her silky thighs, so taut and firm. 
Powerful legs.  Marvelously sculpted by superior genetics and years upon years
of intense exercise and training.  Legs that could kick the holy crap out of him
and all of his boys in a matter of minutes, but were now trapped helplessly in
thick steel.
The flick of a switch echoed through the room, then the low hum of an electric
motor.  Then a chugging sound.  Like a toy train.  Kid and his boys snickered
and muttered frightening comments about "robo-fucking" and "super cunts."
All too soon something cold and wet touched her pussy lips.  She groaned, for it
was as she suspected - a huge dildo.  A second later it pressed against her
swollen clit.
"Enjoy," Kid Rotten said, and flicked another switch.
The dildo began to vibrate against her clit, sending wave upon ceaseless wave of
pleasure rolling through her overheated and exhausted body.  Ms Americana bit
into the rubber ball gagging her and tensed her body.  She had to deny him any
more of her time.  One month was too much time for a superior woman like her, a
beloved and respected icon of truth, justice and right, to be forced into
prostitution.  She had to fight him.  She couldn't allow her legendary
discipline to collapse again.
"It's multi-speed," Kid said gleefully, and turned it up a notch.
"Mmmmm," she groaned.
He left it like that for a good five minutes.  She fought her rising pleasure,
forcing it back down after a few minutes with pure force of will.  It wasn't
easy, but she did it.  Her prospects started looking good again.
Kid attached something to the front of the collar around her neck.  It sounded
like a chain, but she couldn't allow too much of her concentration to be
diverted or she could lose control of the situation between her legs.  It grew
harder to keep her mind on the task at hand when he wrapped a thick leather belt
around her tiny waste, and disconnected the rope from the back of her collar.  A
second later he pulled the chain down and forced her to bend over at the waist,
so that her upper body was parallel to the floor and her massive mammaries swung
beneath her enticingly.  Before she could bend her legs to relieve the pressure
on them, he tied the dangling rope to the belt, thus keeping her well-rounded
ass high in the air.
The pimp then adjusted the angle of the vibrating dildo and flipped another
switch.  It began its slow forward and upward progress again.  It quickly
penetrated her pussy lips and was slowly pushing inside her deeper and deeper. 
Another click of a switch and it started agitating, like in a washing machine. 
It had to be two inches in diameter, with those knobs designed to drive women
crazy.
Ms Americana struggled, whipping her hair back and forth and trying to swing her
hips.  But the infernal device was already six inches deep inside her, and still
going.  It didn't stop moving inside her until it was a good ten inches in. 
Then it started vibrating, agitating and pumping in and out of her, all at the
same time.  The sexual tingle turned to warmth, and threatened to condemn her to
another month of servitude.
"Time to join in, boys," Kid said.
She heard him unzip.  He moved up close behind her, his warm flesh pressed
against her rump.  Ms Americana could barely consider his next move, since she
had to concentrate so terribly at keeping her treacherous body in check.  But
her pussy was already full of dildo.  Was he going to remove it so he could fuck
her?  Or...or....
NO! she cried silently.  Not that!  Please not that!
Kid poked her anus with a wet finger.  He probed and prodded her butt hole a
moment, then pushed through.  She bucked and groaned, but he never relented. 
His boys called encouragement and make comments and wagers on how quickly she'd
cum again.  Soon, two fingers were up her butt.  Then three.  Then...
"Ahhhh," Kid said.  "Daddy's home, boys."
"Mhhghhhh," Ms Americana groaned, head thrown back and back arched as much as
her bonds would allow.
"You're almost there, Ms Ameri-ho," he said.  "Don't fight it.  Just let go and
enjoy."
She shook her head NO and tried to concentrate on things foul and disgusting. 
Anything to keep the feelings of pleasure suppressed.  But it was so hard.  And
she was growing so tired.
He pushed himself inside her ass a good five inches.  She froze, with a quick
intake of air.  He pulled back as the warmth and tingling changed yet again,
turning into that all too familiar and frightening rush into orgasm.  And he
pushed into her a good eight inches, and pushed her over the top.
"Two months, boys!"
The second orgasm was more intense than the first.  It ravaged her body and
resolve.  She couldn't believe how her belly quivered and her body trembled. 
Kid pulled almost out, then shoved himself all the way in.  She suddenly had ten
inches of man and ten inches of machine pumping inside her body, both at the
same time.
Oh, God, not another one! Ms Americana cried silently.
She threw her head back and screamed into the gag.  It was as wonderfully, as
wickedly bad as the second orgasm.
"Three months.  Want to try for four?" he said, and flicked a switch.  The
vibrator increase by an order of ten.  She hit the wall immediately.  Then a hit
it again.  He called commentary on her sexual defeat like a sports announcer,
"That's number four.  And here comes five....yeah!  Touchdown!  Team Kid earns
another month."
His excitement grew too much and suddenly his rhythm changed, intensified, until
he rammed himself hard into her ass and exploded.  The feel of his hot cum
caused her to lose it again.
Kid leaned over her, grabbed her tits in both hands and squeezed.  He pressed
his hot tongue into her left ear.  And she came again.
"I own you," he whispered.  She came again.  "I own Ms Americana."
Kid released her and moved away.  She was able to slightly regain some control,
but knew she was already building inexorably toward another big one.  A quick
count told her she owed him eight months humiliating servitude.  He would get at
least nine, she knew she couldn't stop the coming orgasm.  But then she vowed to
clamp down on her raging emotions and libido.
"Stop fighting the orgasm, Ms Americana.  You belong to me.  Give me my just
rewards.  Let go and enjoy," Kid demanded.  "I am your master.  I order you to
have as many orgasms as possible."
And the riding crop cracked across her buttocks.
NO!
Crack!
Another orgasm ripped through her.
Crack!
"Let go, whore!"
Crack!
Ms Americana lost control.  She didn't know how long it was before she passed
out from exhaustion, but it seemed like an eternity.  He alternated between
fucking her and spanking her, while is bitch tamer did it's job too well.  And
when the sun came up, he released her from her bonds, and let his boys have her. 
Ms Americana was  not prepared for that gang bang.
Finally, after nearly twenty-four hours of fucking and "training," Kid Rotten
removed the blindfold.  Then removed her mask.
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	"Fucking great," Kid Rotten said, looking his newest girl over with relish.
	Ms Americana stood on the corner of Cummins and Commercial, the heart of the
red light district she almost cleaned up a few days earlier.  She wore a plan
blue mask, no stars upon it like her usual mask.  She didn't want to be
positively identified.  Otherwise, she wore her usual costume -- star-spangled
bikini and red stiletto heeled calf boots, with the white stripe.  Everything,
that is, but her power belt.  She got that back once her service was completed.
	"Here," Ms Americana said, handing him a wad of cash.  "Have I earned enough to
go home yet?"
	There was twelve hundred dollars in the roll of tens, twenties, and fifties.  A
full day's work.  She'd been hooking since 10 AM, eight whole hours.  The sun
was going down and she wanted to take an hour-long shower.  Then take a bath. 
	"Go home?" he said incredulously.  "The night's just begun, Ameri-ho.  There's
another good nine to ten hours of work to go.  So get your fine round ass back
to work."
	"You can't make me work day and night."
	"Of course I can.  And you will, too, bitch," he said angrily.  Then grinning,
"Except those times I want you hanging on my arm to impress my rivals, or I want
a good long Ms Ameri-fucking."
	"This is intolerable!"
	He shrugged.  "You promised.  One month servitude for every orgasm.  You still
got twenty-five months to go.  Like I told you that first night.  Relax and
enjoy it."
	She spun on a stiletto heel and marched back to her corner.  Three other girls
stood there.  All worked for Kid.  A long, low-rider pulled up.  She counted
four men inside.  So Ms Americana waited for one of the other girls to approach
it, but the gang-banger riding shotgun looked them all over closely and motioned
her over.
	"How much?"
	"How many?"
	"All of us."
	"At once?  Or one at a time."
	"We want to pass you around."
	"Fifty each.  Per hour."
	"Get in," he said.
	The back door swung open and Ms Americana glanced back at Kid Rotten.  He and
his boys were watching her with glee filled eyes.  His triumph was complete.
	Ms Americana took a deep breath and slid over the lap of one gang-banger and
settled between the pair in the back seat.  As the car eased away from the curb
two sets of hands started pawing and fondling the worlds' premier super heroine.
THE END