DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL,

BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl are the creations of Mr. X.

Please direct all comments and feedback to dark_one@live.com. This is my

real hotmail address, on previous submissions I brain farted and put 3 extra

characters in the address. Sorry.

MS AMERICANA: RESCUE

By Dark One

“Breath,” Ms Americana whispered.

It wasn’t easy staying calm. Flag Girl went missing five days back, while

secretly going after the white slaver called The Jackal while Brenda Wade

was out of town on a business trip. The fool girl obviously felt the need

to prove herself. Ms Americana understood, when she was nineteen she felt

the same way. After fifteen years as a super heroine the tall, raven-maned

beauty was the premier super heroine in America, and beyond.

And, strangely, she sometimes still felt a need to prove herself to the

Doubting Thomases in the Police and Media.

Just yesterday, though, Ms Americana found Flag Girl’s looted and stripped

down sports car in the warehouse district, nothing left but an empty shell.

It was outside of a tumbledown warehouse, where inside she found Flag Girl’s

star-spangled halter top, G-string panties, and red and white stripped micro

mini skirt discarded in a pile of trash. And worse, she found Flag Girl’s

discarded mask.

“I’m coming, Lydia,” she muttered. “Hang on. Please hang on.”

Ms Americana refused to accept the fact that after five days blonde and

beautiful Flag Girl, a.k.a. Lydia Willis, was most likely crated up and

shipped far away, and already on her knees serving a cruel and lecherous

master. The raven-maned super heroine needed to believe she would save her

young sidekick. Lydia was just too young and vivacious to be slapped down

so cruelly.

The warehouse before her was like a hundred others in the city. It was

dark and looked abandoned. Her best informant said The Jackal would be

inside tonight, sending out his latest shipment of captured beauties. The

Jackal was very active in Delta City, procuring a reported ten to fifteen

young women a week, most between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five.

Mostly, he sold to the Russian Mafia, who re-sold the captured beauties to

brothels around the world.

Ms Americana took a deep breath, her massive mammaries straining the thin

fabric of her skimpy spar-spangled bikini top. She quickly touched the

golden power belt riding on her flared hips, and above the skimpy French-cut

bikini bottoms. Red calf boots, red gauntlet gloves, a blue choker, and a

tiara finished off her world renown super heroine costume.

Heart still hammering for fear of Flag Girl’s fate, she made for the side

door. The door was locked, but her power belt gave her super human

strength, and she easily ripped the protesting door open. After pausing a

long moment, listening, she was confident no one heard her break in, so

moved into the stygian darkness, the only sound the clicking of her

stilettos on the concrete floor.

Ms Americana found herself within the office section of the warehouse. It

was stripped bare and filthy. She carefully, and quickly, searched each

office to ensure she didn’t overlook some unfortunate girl, and well she

did, too.

“Great Liberty!” Ms Americana cried. “What are you doing to that poor

girl?”

She walked in on two men molesting a very pretty blonde. The captured girl

was bound and hanging from the ceiling. Her luscious body was horizontal to

the floor, face down, with her arms bound cruelly behind her back. Her

ankles were bound by long ropes to rings in opposite walls, forcing her legs

apart in a perfect split. One white slaver was ramming it home up her

exposed and vulnerable twat, and his cohort was fucking her in the mouth.

Ms Americana’s first thought was it was Flag Girl being raped. But she

quickly realized it was some other unfortunate. There were dozens of

missing girls in Delta City, and most were blondes.

The men gawked at her a long moment, then started to grin evilly.

“He said you’d find us,” one said. He shoved it home twice more, then

pulled out. His seven inch cock was glistening with her love juices. “We

expected you a couple days ago, though.”

Ms Americana snorted as she strode into the room. Knowing that they

expected her didn’t frighten her. Of course they had to expect her. No one

could possibly think they’d get away with abducting her sexy sidekick, now

could they? And she was more than acquainted with male pride and cockiness,

truly believing no mere woman could defeated them one-on-one, much less as a

group.

They were about to have a rude awakening, and a demonstration of the

abilities of a superior woman.

“Men! Will you never learn? I am a superior woman, and more than a match

for ten men!”

“Cocky bitch, don’t you think, Bart?” the blonde man said.

“Sure is, Hank,” Bart said. He was dark and swarthy, with copious amounts

of body hair, while Hank was tall, muscular and nearly hairless below the

neck. They were like night and day. “Ten bucks says I can take her in less

than one minute.”

Ms Americana was astonished. Never in all her years as a super heroine had

her threat as an opponent been so casually dismissed. She felt her face

heat up and her heart hammer. She was so mad…she could bite nails.

“How dare you!” she cried, and charged Bart.

The big and burly white slaver grinned fiercely and reached to the table

beside him. She saw the glint of light on steel almost too late. He swung

the pistol around with lightning speed and fired. Ms Americana ducked,

making him miss, but was startled by the almost total lack of explosive

sound.

“Dart gun!”

POOF!

The dart embedded in the wall beside her. She picked up a small table and

threw it at Bart. The white slaver smashed it aside as he stalked forward

confidently, the dart pistol held steady before him.

“You ain’t as dumb as you look, Ameri-bimbo,” Bart said.

“Ha! Funny one, Bart. She’ll be a merry bimbo for sure after we tame her

with a good, sound fucking,” Hank said. He was still fucking the captive

blonde in the mouth, and she was numbly still sucking vigorously.

POOF!

Ms Americana felt the dart bounce harmlessly off her power belt, but just

another quarter inch higher and she would’ve been fuck meat for those horny

white slavers. So she cut right, then left. POOF! Missed again, and she

drove hard straight into Bart.

“Oooff!” Bart cried, falling back and losing the dart gun. Ms Americana

pressed her attack, hammering Bart’s midsection relentlessly until she had

him pressed against the wall. Then she brought her knee up to smash his

naked genitals, but Bart twisted just enough to save himself, taking the

powerful knee in the upper thigh. “Aawww, shit. Hank!”

“No one will save you, miscreant!” Ms Americana growled. “I’m taking you

down, Bart, then I’ll take your cohort in crime down next.”

“Uppity bitch,” Bart snarled, and reached for her bikini top.

“Oh!” she cried, and crossed her arms over her bountiful bosom. “How dare

you! I will not allow your filthy hands on my body, miscreant!”

“What about mine?” Hank said in her ear as his powerful arms encircled her.

Ms Americana froze. She was shocked and embarrassed. His thick arms

pressed her arms to her side. She felt his wet, sticky cock against the

small of her back, still rock hard. Being in his dangerous embrace, with

hot skin on hot skin, took her breath away as she considered the

ramifications.

Mostly, though, the embarrassment she felt was due to the mistake that

allowed him to seize her. A rookie mistake, at that. She let one of them

so enrage her, and capture her full attention, that she allowed his compadre

in crime to sneak up behind her. She was lucky he grabbed her instead of

just whacking her over the head. His mistake would be his downfall.

Ms Americana stomped down on Hank’s unprotected foot with a vicious

stiletto heel. He screamed and pushed her away. To her shock and horror,

Ms Americana was flung straight into Bart’s arms. He wasn’t as dimwitted as

Hank.

“Take that!” Bart said, bringing his knee up brutally into Ms Americana’s

twat. She gasped and groaned. She felt the reverberations of that blow

throughout her shapely body. Super strength or not, such a blow was painful

and debilitating. “That’s the knee you tried to give me, Ameri-bimbo.”

“You will pay dearly for that,” she growled through pain-clenched teeth.

But Bart wasn’t through yet. A powerful right to the face, then a left

followed by an uppercut, left Ms Americana sprawled at his feet and writhing

in pain. Then he kicked her in the twat again, followed by a heel straight

down into her lower belly.

“Oooooffff!”

Ms Americana doubled up in pain. She was horrified beneath the pain. It

was incomprehensible that she could be taken down by a mere underling of a

white slaver. Bart was just a common thug, all muscle and no brain.

Bart and Hank both jumped on her at that time. In seconds her wrists were

bound behind her back and she found herself kneeling before them. Both men

grinned lecherously down at her, their wet and sticky cocks starting to rise

again. Ms Americana swallowed hard as she struggled to break free of the

rope binding her wrists.

“Give it up, Ameri-slave,” Bart said victoriously. “You’ve lost. After we

enjoy our victory fuck, we’ll hand you over to the Jackal.”

“Yeah, Ms Stupid Heroine, we’ll give you to Jackal already fucked into

submission,” Hank bragged.

“I don’t think so,” she growled and leapt to her feet.

An instant later her booted right foot found Hank’s chin and he

bounced back off the wall. Both men were caught off guard, but before she

could kick the shit out of Bart, Hank’s semi-conscious body crashed back

into her. Ms Americana found herself back on the floor, at Bart’s feet. He

quickly stomped on her stomach again, doubling her up in pain.

“Come on, stupid,” Bart said to Hank. He whacked her on the head, to

keep her down and helpless. “Untie Courtney and we’ll get Ameri-dunce up

there and helpless.”

Bound and dazed, Ms Americana was helpless to stop the two white

slavers from replacing Courtney with her. Painful ropes were wrapped around

her upper arms and shoulders, and then up through a ring in the ceiling.

Then another rope was passed through a second ring in the ceiling, with one

end tied around her upper left thigh, and the other around the right. Then

her ankles were tied to rings in opposite walls, forcing her into a painful

split while suspended at cock level over the floor.

Even wearing her power belt, Ms Americana couldn’t break free. Her

position was too vulnerable to get the leverage needed to break the strong

ropes. The two white slavers watched her struggling for a long moment,

laughing and pointing out the futility of her struggles.

“You won’t get away with this, you nasty bastards,” she said, blue

eyes flashing. “If you release me this instant, I might consider putting in

a good word for you with the D.A. and judge.”

“How did you last so long?” Bart said, then laughed. “I’ve seen

rookie cops with more street smarts than you. Release you and guarantee we

go to prison for the rest of our lives? Or fuck you stupid, then take a cut

of the millions Jackal will sell your fine ass for overseas?”

“Yeah, that’s a tough decision, heh, Bart?” Hank said, grinning

lecherously at Ms Americana’s dangling tits. Then with quick and deft

fingers, he released her tits from their confinement. “Nice jugs, heh,

Bart?”

“Very nice, Hank. Very nice indeed.”

“You craven pigs! How dare you!” Ms Americana cried. She struggled

to break free, but was held tight and helpless. “You will pay dearly for

this outrage!”

Bart suddenly shuddered violently, a beatific look consuming his

harsh face.

“Look at them, Hank. Look how her tits jiggle and bounce as she

struggles,” Bart said, awestruck. “I’ve never seen a better rack.”

“Yeah, this super heroine has a super rack, heh, Bart?”

“That she does, my evil friend,” he said, grinning wickedly. “Now

let’s have some fun.”

Bart moved up close to her head. His erect penis inches from her masked

face. Ms Americana forced him back by trying to bite the offensive member.

Bart gave her a wary look, to which she smiled evilly.

“I know, I’ll unmask you instead,” Bart said casually.

“NO!” she cried. “Not that. I’ll be destr…I mean, can’t we talk about

this?”

“The time for talk is long past,” Bart said, reaching for the helpless

heroine’s star-spangled, blue mask. Ms Americana shook her head violently

to avoid his hands. “Aw, give it up, Americana. You’ve lost, and you know

it. You’re just dick candy for powerful men now, bitch.”

“You are a wicked and evil man, Bart,” she said, glaring murderously. “One

day you will get yours.”

“But first, I’ll unmask you and find out what everyone has wanted to know

for fifteen long years,” Bart said. “I’ll find out who Ms Americana really

is behind the mask. Then it won’t matter if you escape or not. The word

will get out and you will be destroyed, once and for all.”

Ms Americana’s heart froze. Everything he said was true. She absolutely

could not be unmasked. She would loose everything. Even Lydia would be

doomed, and beyond help if their secret identities were revealed. She

doubted she’d survive a week before one of her legions of enemies either

captured or killed her.

Bart reached for her mask. She saw his hand moving in slow motion. She

couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Totally numb, mentally and physically.

Then his thick fingers touched her temple, the edge of the mask. She felt

his thumb and forefinger clamp down on the edge of the mask and start to

pull.

“ANYTHING!” she cried. “I’ll do anything you ask! Just don’t remove my

mask.”

“Anything at all?” Bart said, a lecherous look creeping back into his dark

eyes.

“Yes!” she cried, hope springing alive out of the ashes of her despair. A

chance! “I’ll do anything you ask, IF you don’t remove my mask.”

“You’ll suck me off?” he said. He semi-erect cock started to harden again.

“Suck me REAL good and hot?”

“Oh, yes,” she said. Ms Americana smiled hopefully up at him.

Ms Americana’s mind was going a thousand miles an hour. She saw now she

couldn’t avoid being soundly fucked by the two of them. But, once they were

finished sating themselves on her body, then they’d untie her to take to the

Jackal. After a long fuck, she suspected both men would be exhausted, and

likely to make mistakes. Especially if they believed she was ‘tamed’ and

‘docile.’

That would be her chance to break free and still capture the Jackal.

Bart didn’t give her time to think it through, though. Before she knew it,

his dick head was pressed against her full, red lips. Even though she’d

agreed to suck him off, Ms Americana found it so hard to open her mouth

voluntarily. So he just pushed in, and caused her to gag when he pushed too

far into her unresisting mouth.

“Aaakkk!”

“Oops, it looks like I’m too much of a man for the ‘superior’ woman,” Bart

said with a laugh.

Ms Americana cut a murderous blue-eyed gaze up at him, but tightened her

mouth around his cock and started to suck him off. He closed his eyes and

signed contentedly. Breathing became harder. She felt her face burning in

shame.

Why is this arousing me? she thought. This man is disgusting, and what he

is doing to me is worse! Great Liberty, he’s a stinking white slaver!

Ms Americana couldn’t deny her needs. He stopped letting her suck without

help. Bart began to pump his cock in deeper and deeper. She sucked

frantically, using tongue and lips whenever he pulled almost completely out,

in a vain attempt to keep him from slamming it home deep, deep in her mouth.

But Bart was determined she was going to take all of him inside her mouth,

and nothing was going to deter him. Ms Americana could only groan miserably

and keep sucking, praying he quickly released his seed.

“Look at her go, Bart!” Hank cried enthusiastically. “Wahoo! She’s almost

as horny as Flag Girl was.”

“Yeah, but Ameri-cock-sucker is just getting started!”

She wanted to scream. They were discussing Flag Girl. She had to know her

fate. Had to know if there was still time to save her sexy sidekick. But

Bart’s damn cock kept pistoning in and out, stealing away her ability to

speak. If only he’d come, then she’d have a bit of time before Hank shoved

his rancid dick into her mouth.

Worse still, though, was the tingling starting to build deep in her lower

belly. She could feel the love juices flowing from her twat. Her bikini

bottoms were surely sopping wet, and if the two white slavers discovered

that, they might keep her busy for hours and hours, instead of a quick suck

and turn over to the boss man.

Sucking them both off shouldn’t cause her to cum. If she climaxed, then

her power belt would be useless to her. She would lose her super human

strength and become no stronger than an ordinary woman her size. If that

happened, then she had little chance of escape, and would end her days as

some rich bastards fuck toy, or worse, in a seedy brothel overseas in some

Third World country.

Bart’s cock suddenly hardened even more. She sucked harder. His pumping

became jerky. He gasped and grunted. Then suddenly, she felt hot cum

stream out of his dick. She tasted it sliding over her tongue, and down her

throat.

“Mmmffff.”

“That’s right, cock-sucker, keep swallowing,” Bart said breathlessly.

She didn’t see him, but Hank was moving up behind her. But she felt him

when his hands started caressing her shapely hiney. Then his fingers

slipped beneath the red, white and blue bikini bottoms and stroke her bikini

waxed twat.

“Mmmpphhhh?” she groaned desperately. “Nnnhhhhh!”

“I think she’s saying go for it, Hank,” Bart said and chuckled.

His middle finger slid past her glistening pussy lips and stroked her slit

from end to end. She felt just how wet she was when he did that.

Humiliation burned through her. Then his fingers found her highly sensitive

clitoris and her body went rigid.

“Damn, Bart, the bitch is wet as Hell,” Hank said. “And see how she

reaches to me just touching her clit.”

“Jackal is right, my friend,” Bart said. “Ms Americana is like all other

super heroines, horny as the day is long. She’s been begging for a sounding

fucking for fifteen years, and now she’s finally going to get her secret

desire.”

Bart reached around Americana and seized her hanging tits, and began to

squeeze, caress and knead them. His hard cock was still effectively gagging

her. All the while, Hank was working her clit over ruthlessly. The tingle

in her cunt and lower belly was spreading and intensifying. There was no

way she could escape them without climaxing at least once.

Great Liberty! Think of something disgusting, she thought, desperate.

Anything to cool my libido. Anything to kill the ardor growing in my damn

belly. Flag Girl! Yes!

So Ms Americana concentrated on what probably happened to her beloved

sidekick. Poor Flag Girl. Like herself, the blonde beauty was fucked

unmercifully by her own tormentors, Hank and Bart. She was probably passed

around like a cheap whore, forced to sexually sate man after man after man,

until they finally sold her into white slavery, where she started all over

again. Endless, humiliating sex, day and night.

Great Liberty! I’m arousing myself! she thought.

“Her nipples are like rocks, Hank,” Bart said. Every time he pinched she

jumped. “Feel that? She’s starting to trembled.”

“Yeah, she’s really into what we’re doing to her, heh, Bart?”

“Even Flag Girl didn’t respond this fast,” he said. “Wow. The Jackal will

be pleased.”

Ms Americana could barely think, much less pay much attention to her

captors. It was taking all her concentration to keep her climax at bay.

Her body desperately wanted to release the orgasm building up deep in her

belly. Her treacherous body NEEDED to release, but she couldn’t allow that

to happen. She had to stay true to her cause and suppress her needs and

urges ruthlessly. The abuse they are forcing upon her body would only build

up her sexual frustration and provide even more power for her power belt.

“Watch this, Bart,” Hank said.

Ms Americana heard that. What could he be planning? She needed to know,

to fight him and his insidious sexual torture. Then she felt what he was

going to do. She felt his hard cock press against her pussy. He started

rubbing it up and down up slit. The captured super heroine started to

squirm within her bonds shortly. It felt too good to endure long.

Great Liberty, give me strength!

Then Hank pushed in. The air in Ms Americana’s lungs exploded out through

her nose noisily. Bart laughed and started squeezing her nipples harder and

harder. Hank started pumping in and out of her vulnerable cunt, going

deeper and deeper. She groaned low in her throat as her concentration was

shattered and felt that sweet heat infusing her body turn into that sweater

rush to climax.

“Hhhmmmmpphhhfffff!” she cried around Bart’s cock.

“I think you hit pay dirt, my friend,” Bart laughed.

“Yes,” Hank said, and pulled his cock out. He placed it between her butt

cheeks and pressed the cheeks together and started to pump again. After

another moment, Ms Americana felt Hanks hot cum spurting out across her

hiney and lower back. “Ahhhh, the money shot.”

The two white slavers stepped away to clean up and get dressed, leaving Ms

Americana gasping and limp within her bounds. Then, finally, they untied

her and she dropped to the floor in a heap.

She pretended to be helpless and weak. In truth, she was, but was

recovering quickly. She had a magnificent constitution, and could recover

quicker than most after abuse, even without her power belt. She was, after

all, a superior woman. So she was left unbound, and each man seized an arm

and headed for the door.

Ms Americana was taken out of the office section of the abandoned warehouse

and into the back. The main warehouse was big and dark. She saw seven

blondes, two brunettes and a redhead tied up to the left and a group of men

sitting around a large table to the right. She recognized three of the

captives. The redhead was a local investigative reporter, whom had

questioned her recently about white slavery, and was getting first hand

experience on exactly what it was all about now. One of the brunettes was

Cynthia Johanson, the twenty-three year daughter of a friend of Brenda

Wade’s, and one of Lydia’s friends. And one of the blondes was a

cheerleader of a professional football team that did a lot of promo work for

the team on TV and with guest appearances all over the city.

Hank and Bart took a very topless Ms Americana toward the group of startled

men. She recognized the tall African, called the Jackal, immediately. He

was sitting with another eight men.

“What is this, Bart,” The Jackal said in a deep base voice. “Tell me you

and Hank didn’t take on and capture the legendary Ms Americana? Oh, too

funny!”

“That we did, boss,” Hank said proudly.

“We also got her warmed up for you too, Jackal,” Bart said.

“I see that,” he said and laughed.

Ms Americana scowled at the seven foot tall, four hundred pound man.

Muscles were bulging all over him. He was the most muscle-bound man she’d

ever seen, and easily the biggest.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Jackal said to Ms Americana in a

thick African accent. “It’ll be an even greater pleasure to TAME you.”

She stopped pretending helplessness, and shot him a fierce look. Then she

kicked straight up into his lowered chin. Jackal staggered back. Ms

Americana twisted out of Hank and Bart’s grasp. A kick to Hank’s left knee

put him down, and a kick to Bart’s crotch took him out.

“You see, I’m not so easily taken out!” Ms Americana said. “I’m a superior

woman, and more than a match for a group of filthy white slavers.”

Her power belt was still providing some enhanced strength. She wasn’t full

strength thanks to that earlier orgasm. But she was a good thirty to forty

percent, and that was proving enough. The white slavers fell one and two at

a time. She was, after all, a martial arts expert.

“You will all pay dearly for what you’ve done to innocent young women,” she

said as the last of the white slavers fell before her fury. Then she looked

around and demanded, “Where is Flag Girl?”

“Gone,” a deep bass voice said behind her.

Ms Americana turned to find the Jackal up and regarding her with pleasure.

The massive black giant towered over her. It was damn hard not to feel

small and insignificant standing before such a man. He was almost a foot

taller than her, and she was six foot one, before she put on her heels.

“Gone?”

“I sold her after three days,” he said. Jackal shrugged. “I kept her

around to use and amuse me and the boys as long as I could, but she just

wasn’t as much fun after she was tamed. So I sold her to a Saudi Prince.

They like fucking infidels over there.” He looked her over with relish.

“You, I’m thinking about sending back to the whore house in my home village

in Africa. So I can fuck you whenever I go home. A big woman like you

needs a lot of big men like me to keep her down and tamed.”

“You….You arrogant, disgusting, perverted monster,” Ms Americana snarled.

“You….You scantily clad, sex starved super heroine, you!” he mocked. He

grabbed his massive cock, bulging within his pants. “But I have the cure to

your sexual frustrations right here, Americana.”

“I have the cure for your arrogance and depraved mind,” she said. “It’s

called prison.”

“Ha ha ha ha! You are so funny, little American bikini girl,” he said.

“Now, be a nice white girl and surrender sweetly to your Nubian warrior god.

Flag Girl did, and rejoiced after I cock whipped her into submission.” He

threw his head back and laughed joyfully. “Indeed, Flag Girl was tamed the

moment I penetrated her.”

“I’m going to beat you like a drum, Jackal.”

“I’ve heard that before.” He held his massive arms wide. “Start beating.”

Ms Americana cried out in rage and launched herself at the offending white

slaver. He laughed, and backhanded her brutally. Ms Americana was knocked

ten feet to the side, and rolled back to her feet immediately. She glared

at Jackal, realizing she misjudged his reach. He was massive.

“Like I said, I’m not so easily taken down, Jackal. Surrender now and

it’ll go easier on you,” Ms Americana said. She gave him a steeling eyed

look. “Then tell me exactly where to find Flag Girl.”

“You can look for her at the end of my 13-inch cock, Ameri-whore,” he said.

“She spent a lot of time there, screaming in ecstasy. Ask anyone.”

She felt the blood drain from her face. The vision of beautiful, helpless

Lydia impaled on a thirteen inch cock flashed before her mind’s eyes. How

could the teenage beauty have endured it? She was unprepared for such a

brutal, unexpected torment. She very well may have been easily tamed.

But I’m different, she thought proudly. I’m a superior woman.

“Oh, you are going to pay dearly for that,” Ms Americana said, eyes

narrowing dangerously. “You are about to get your just rewards, dog.”

“You know, Ameri-nag, you do an awful lot of talking, and very little

doing,” Jackal said. “So stand and deliver, or shut up, bend over and put

out.”

Americana screamed in outrage again, and then charged him. This time she

was ready for his backhand, and blocked it easily. Then she was inside his

guard, and punched him in the midsection, repeatedly. Jackal grunted, and

stepped back twice, but then stood his ground and took a powerful swing at

her head. Ms Americana ducked and laughed.

“You are big and strong, but too slow and dumb to fight me,” she declared.

“Fight this,” he said, and brought his knee up into her twat.

Ms Americana was lifted two feet off the floor by the powerful blow to the

nether region. Her eyes went wide and every muscle in her body tensed. All

she could do was gasp as the pain from the blow radiated throughout her

shapely body. It wasn’t the first such blow to her sex that evening,

either. And it was taking its toll on her.

Then he kneed her again. And again.

“Aaaawwwwww,” she cried, and fell back.

Suddenly, Ms Americana was consumed by a terrible need to run. But the

pain was too powerful, too debilitating. She managed to turn away from

Jackal and take two steps. Then his huge hand seized her long, black hair

and jerked her back.

“No! Let go!”

Jackal ran across the warehouse, forcing Ms Americana to run along behind,

and then flung her headlong into the wall. She smacked the steel wall hard

and bounded off. Jackal was waiting, with a powerful upper cut that lifted

her off the floor. Americana’s arms flew wide and her legs flew straight up

as she fell straight back onto the concrete floor.

Ms Americana was left sprawled at Jackal’s feet, moaning and groaning

painfully.

“And so falls another arrogant super heroine,” Jackal declared. “Didn’t I

tell you she was no match for my fury?”

“Yes you did, Jackal. You were right, too,” Bart said. “Now what?”

“Now I claim what Ms Americana aptly called my ‘just reward.’”

Wicked glee filled the eyes of his men. They knew what that meant.

“I can’t wait to see the Queen of Justice cock-whipped into submission,”

Jerry said.

“Then I’ll wait no longer!” Jackal proclaims magnanimously. “Bring her

along.”

Hank and Jake picked the incoherent Ms Americana up. Jake grabbed her

ankles and Hank took hold of her wrists. She was carried after Jackal, who

headed straight over to the couches. After sitting in the middle of a

couch, Ms Americana was stood up before him.

“Ooooo, please,” Ms Americana whispered. “So dizzy….sooo….soo….Ohhh…I

don’t understa…..”

“Damn, Jackal, you whacked her a good one,” Hank said, chuckling. “I think

you scrambled her brains.”

Jackal pulled out his thick, black thirteen inch dick and grinned. “This

will wake her up, then take her down again.”

They all laughed.

Ms Americana shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. She understood

more than the men understood, but she was so dizzy. Everything kept

spinning. If Hank and Jake weren’t holding her arms she would fall to the

floor. But some of cobwebs vanished when Jake pulled her star-spangled

bikini bottoms down to her ankles, and made her step out of them.

“Come to daddy, Ameri-cunt,” Jackal said, with a lecherous grin. “Daddy

wants some Super Heroine lovin’.”

Jake and Hank maneuver Ms Americana over Jackal’s monster cock. Suddenly,

she understood Flag Girl’s predicament just days earlier. It was the

longest, thickest cock she’d ever seen. Her throat tightened and her

stomach lurched. Panic began to rise up from deep within. Jake’s and

Jerry’s cocks almost tamed her. Together, the white slavery goons had

forced her to climax and steal away some of her super strength. Jackal’s

rod could beat the rest of her super strength into oblivion.

“I can’t do this,” she said. She struggled in their arms. “Let go!”

Jackal seized her hips, his massive hands on the curve of her shapely hips,

at the base of her tiny waist. He began to pull down with increasing

strength. Ms Americana fought him, using the full strength of her powerful

legs. But she’d taken to great a beaten, and her strength was a shadow of

its former glory.

Slowly, Ms Americana’s knees buckled and her bikini waxed, close cropped

mount began to descend toward its fate. The others rushed over and plopped

on the two side couches in the little pit group. She looked around

wild-eyed, seeing no succor and sympathy. Then she realized that after

Jackal had his way with her, then they would line up to have their romp.

“Great Liberty!” she cried miserably.

The frightening thought and outcry distracted her just enough for Jackal to

win their brief struggle. In the next second she felt the warm firmness of

his godlike cock pressing against her aching cunt. She was still sloppy

from her earlier “tryst” with Jerry and Jake. Then Jackal used one hand to

grab is cock and rub it up and down her glistening pink slit. The dark

purple dick head easily parted her wet pussy lips, diving into the hot

Promised Land below.

“Uuuuhhhhhhhh,” she cried, still struggling weakly in Jake’s and Jerry’s

grasps. “This isn’t right! It’s rape!” She suddenly struggled violently,

head shaking, long black mane flying. Jackal had to put both hands back on

her hips to hold her down upon his cock. Then he thrust up, and penetrated

her vagina a good four inches. “Ooohhhhhh. I’m Ms Americana! The Queen of

Justice! You can’t rape me. I refuse to be -- ” Jackal pulled her hips

down with all his strength, and another five inches thrust up into her

unprotected pussy, “Aaaaiiiiieeeeee!”

Jackal let her push herself back up his cock, until she just had his dick

head inside her, then he pulled her back down. Ms Americana’s cried out

again, her back arched and head thrown back. A look of utter astonishment

claimed her face, eyes wide in disbelief.

Ms Americana couldn’t believe what was happening. Oh, and worse, the

feeling of pure unadulterated pleasure building deep inside her treacherous

belly. How could her body LOVE the feel of that monster inside her? How

could her body betray her so completely? How could she fight Jackal, and

the rest, after the abuse her body and especially her twat had already taken

that day? She pushed with her legs and slip back up Jackal’s cock.

“Ooooooo,”” she let slip through her ruby lips.

“You ever been cock whipped, Ameri-bitch?” Hank asked.

“Fuck you,” she groaned.

“You will,” he said, chuckling. “Shortly.”

“She is one tight, Ameri-whore, boys,” Jackal said. He pulled her back

down, watching her beautiful blue eyes roll up into her head. Her nipples

were like pointy pink rocks perched atop her bouncing white 44DDs. “Even

tighter that Flag Girl.”

They play that game where he let her push almost off his cock, then pulled

her down. Every slide down the pole left her weaker and weaker, her will

power and resolve dissolved quickly. Within a minute he noticed she didn’t

quite push all the way up before pausing to let him pull her back down. So

he stopped pulling her down, and Ms Americana didn’t pause, but let her

weight push her back down the huge cock. Before five minutes was up, Ms

Americana was sliding up and down his cock unassisted, even Jerry and Jake

released her arms.

“Good girl,” Jackal said, and reached up for her bouncing tits. “Oh, man,

these are the best tits I ever seen.”

“Mmmmmmmm,” Ms Americana groaned when she felt his hands caressing and

squeezing her massive mammaries. “Oh, Sweet Lord, this is sooo wrong.”

Ms Americana leaned forward, placing her red-gloved hands on Jackal’s broad

chest. She felt that magnificent cock sliding in and out of her shapely

body all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes. She’d never felt

anything like it before.

“Too much…..too much to fight….” Ms Americana panted. “Oh, too….too

good…so wrong.”

“I own you, Ms Americana,” Jackal said. She groaned and closed her lovely

eyes. “Nothing that feels that good can possibly be wrong. You enjoy it.

You love it.”

His deep bass voice reverberated through her body. And his words were like

a blow to the head. They left her dizzy and confused. A tiny voice

screamed in rage and desperation, that she had to pull herself together and

save Flag Girl. But the heat of her libido, her darkest lusts and needs,

demanded she let Jackal have his way with her body.

“No, I’m Ms….Queen of….” She gasped, bouncing quickly up and down now. The

feel of his hands was almost as erotic as his cock. Then he sucked in one

of her hypersensitive nipples into his mouth. “Oooooooo.”

That pushed Ms Americana over the top. She felt the erotic tingle turn

into the rush to climax. She fought it. Struggled to suppress it.

If I climax again, my power belt will be totally worthless to me, she

thought dismally. Oh, Great Liberty, I’ll be tamed by Jackal if that

happens!

But there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it. The orgasm rolled over

her mind and body like a tidal wave of ecstasy. She threw back her head and

screamed, and screamed. And screamed.

“Americana is TAMED!” Jackal cried. “Ha ha ha! I’ve tamed the greatest

super heroine of the world!”

“You are a great man,” Bart said. “I’m next.”

Ms Americana heard their words, but didn’t care. That humongous cock was

still deep inside her, and pumping in and out. She never stopped bouncing

up and down atop it. Jackal hasn’t cum yet. It was finished until the big

man shot his load. And she was intent on making him cum, too.

Ms Americana began to gyrate her hips and increased the speed at which she

fucked. Within a minute she felt two things. One, Jackal’s cock began to

stiffen even more and his whole body tensed up. Two, and best of all, she

felt her own body respond to the intensified fucking, starting to build

toward another orgasm. She could already tell this next one would be

bigger, deeper and more intense than the last.

“Great Liberty!” she cried, feeling Jackal explode inside her. That felt

so damn good she came again, also. “Aaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee!”

The captured super heroine milked the white slaver of everything his cock

had to give, then slide up and off his cock. Before she knew what was

happening, Jackal seized her by the hair and forced her face to his

semi-erect cock. She opened her mouth and sucked him in. Ms Americana

proceed to spend the next fifteen minutes licking Jackal’s cock clean, then

licking and sucking on his balls, then his dick, balls, dick, balls dick,

until he shot another load into her greedy mouth.

“DAMN!” several of the white slavers said. “What a whore! This bitch

can’t get enough.”

“You are my bitch, Americana!” Jackal proclaimed.

“Ohhhh,” she said miserably.

“Take of the mask.”

“NO!”

Ms Americana tried to push herself off Jackal’s cock. But Jake and Bart

were too quick. Each of the two men grabbed her by the upper arms. Then

Jackal reached up and seized both side of her star-spangled blue mask.

“Don’t do this!” she cried. “I can pay ransom! I’m rich!”

“Not good enough,” Jackal said. “I want to see who has been hiding behind

that mask for so long.”

Before she could protest any more, Jackal pulled the mask off her face.

Everyone stared a long minutes. There was no recognition in any of their

faces. But of course, they were all from out of town. They had no reason

to know Brenda Wade on sight, though she was sure they knew who Brenda Wade

was. Everyone knew of the beautiful philanthropist.

“Oh my God, it’s Brenda Wade!” Cynthia Johanson, her friends captured

daughter.

“The rich bitch?” Bart said. “Yeah, I seen her on TV the other day. She

was at some big to-do in New York last week, or something.”

“Which explains why Flag Girl came after us alone,” Jackal said, and

laughed.

Ms Americana was pulled off Jackal and forced to knee in the middle of all

ten of his men. Bart stepped up to her face, his cock in hand. Ms

Americana wrapped her lips around it and began to suck. Then she felt

someone’s hands on her hips, lifting her butt up. He paused, using one hand

to continue to stroke Bart’s cock, while she looked over her shoulder at the

large Latino man guiding his dick toward her puckered asshole. She watched

breathless as he slowly mounted her ass, then turned back to finish Bart’s

cock off.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she groaned. The feel of two men driving his home, front and

back, was too wonderful to describe. This was the best she’d ever felt. It

was even better than the feeling she had catching criminals, or she got

during the news conference afterwards. This was vibrator great.

“Mmmmggghhhhhh.”

It was a long night for Ms Americana. The white slavers ran two trains on

her, one on her mouth, the other on her butt. EVERYONE had her in all three

of her orifices, then titty fucked her for dessert. Then, they brought over

a blonde and redhead to watch three-way girl-on-girl-on-girl action for a

couple hours.

A week later, Ms Americana was the only captive in the warehouse. All the

other girls, and a dozen more captured since her defeated and taming, had

come and gone as well. But she was special, so was kept longer as a fuck

toy and to get a higher price.

“The secret auction is over Ms Ameri-slut,” Jackal said. He unzipped and

stepped between her legs. She was hogtied on a table, with her knees spread

so wide it was an almost perfect split. Ropes wrapped around her upper

thighs, just above the knees, and then to the legs of the table. Her

costume was gone. Each piece was sold over the internet at auction as well.

Everyone knew she was captured, because Jackal had sent out video tapes to

all the major news agencies and networks, showing her fucking the bejesus

out of his masked men. And, of course, she was unmasked again at the end of

that video. The video was also for sale on the internet. “I sold you for

twenty-five million dollars.”

“MMmmmmmm,” she cried through her bright red ball-gag as he mounted her

from behind.

“The dictator of my homeland bought you,” he said. “And I got an agreement

from him that you would spend at least one month a year in the brothel of my

home town.” He slapped her shapely rump. “You are a big girl, and need big

men to keep you satisfied and tamed. Ha ha ha ha ha!”

THE END