DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

 

Azure Angel, Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Champion Girl and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains.

 

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AZURE ANGEL: MISTRESS AMERICANA

By Dark One

 

          Ms Americana's tits popped out.

          "Oh! You vile MAN! How dare you expose Ms Americana's boobs!" the gorgeous Queen of Justice cried. The wicked little man laughed and turned to run. But the sexy super heroine was too fast for him. A second after he turned, she kicked his feet away and had him. "Now you will suffer the wrath of Ms Americana!"

          Azure Angel itched to join the battle. The Japanese-born beauty watched from three stories above, crouched atop a fire-gutted building. They were just north of downtown Delta City. She'd watched Ms Americana, Flag Girl, and Champion Girl chase the five muggers out of the park across the street. The ones responsible, she guessed, for terrorizing all those young lovers strolling through the park the past month.

          "Take that, mugger!" Flag Girl cried, kicking another of the black-clad men in the chin. He fell straight back, unconscious and spread eagle on the street. But yet another man ran up behind her, pulled her arms back, and hung on for dear life. He held her long enough for a new attacker to come up and rip off her star-spangled top. "Hey! That's not right! I'm a super heroine!"

          "Super heroine, my ass," Azure Angel sneered softly. "Sidekick, maybe. You're not ready to be a super heroine like me."

          KA-BOOM!

          "Holy…!" Azure Angel said, jumping to her feet.

          Champion Girl's awesome power always left her speechless. That thunderous bolt split the air, and knocked the mugger with Flag Girl's top a good twenty feet. A second later, the sexy sidekick broke free of her captor, and went after him with flying kicks and fists, and 36Ds flopping all around.

          "Halt!" Champion Girl cried from twenty feet above the battle.

          Ms Americana was slowly pushing the last two men back. She was too fast, too strong for those men, all their huge muscles be damned. But what Champion Girl saw, that Ms Americana failed to see, was the first man down wasn't really out. He rose up behind the Queen of Justice, with her costume top still in hand. A second later he whipped the top around her neck, and pulled it tight.

          "Stop it," Champion Girl demanded, and prepared to shoot another bolt of pure power at him.

          Crack. Fizzle. She was suddenly out of power.

          "Oh no."

          Azure Angel's big brown eyes went wide. She'd seen Champion Girl run out of power before, but never so suddenly. Apparently the young super heroine hadn't been paying attention to how much solar power she still had stored, because she dropped from the sky like a rock.

          "Ugh!" she cried, landing face first in the street.

          The two men that had been fighting Ms Americana immediately jumped on Champion Girl. Within seconds she was handcuffed, her red top stripped off.

          "That's it!" Azure Angel cried. She understood that other super heroines didn't want her joining their fights. The Asian Avenger admitted she'd screwed up before; her big, splashy entrances tended to surprise and startle her sisters in crimefighting, and thus shift the momentum of battle. That always resulted in them ALL being captured, stripped, and fucked. Very humiliating for everyone, especially HER. But this time, the tide had already turned for the heroines below. "Time to save the day."

          "Uuuuggghhh," Champion Girl cried out. She was on all fours, her top and bottoms gone. One mugger had mounted her from behind, and she was getting the shit fucked out of her sweet round ass.

          At that second, Ms Americana flipped the man trying to strangle her. Flipped him right over her shoulder, and followed up with a series of fast, powerful punches to his face that took him out of the battle. Again. And Flag Girl was running back toward her fallen comrade, from the opposite direction.

          Now it was four against two below, odds still against the super heroines. And one of the men was busy fucking Champion Girl. But neither super heroine realized that the man Flag Girl had been chasing was right behind her, with a blackjack in hand. As soon as she slowed down, he would whack her.

          As Ms Americana tore into the two men defending their happily-fucking cohort, Azure Angel leapt off the building. She dropped fast, preparing to land on her feet and immediately starting kicking butt. Only a super heroine, with her superior Aphrodite body, could leap off such a high building without fear of death or serious injury. Besides, the Asian Avenger had specifically been practicing that trick, along with her awesome NINJA fighting skills.

          "Wrap them up pretty, boys," a beautiful blonde woman called, striding out of the park. She was tall, shapely, and completely sheathed in shiny black leather. Looked like a dominatrix. "Mistress Matisse wants some SUPER pets to play with."

          "Huh?" Ms Americana said, pausing. Her baby blues suddenly flashed. "YOU!"

          "Holy Leather Bound!" Flag Girl cried, stopping. Then she spotted the figure sneaking up from behind. "Hey!"

          "What the…?" Azure Angel said, falling fast. A second later, she landed with a loud pop of her stilettos striking concrete, and dropped into a fighting stance. "Hhaaaiii!"

          Ms Americana and Flag Girl both whipped their heads around toward her. Azure Angel knew in that instant that she'd done it again. Half a second later, Flag Girl was blackjacked in the back of the head. As she cried out and dropped to her knees, the two men in front of the mad fucker on Champion Girl lashed out at Ms Americana. One smashed a fist into her face, the other kicked up into her crotch.

          The super sexy Queen of Justice grunted and staggered back, straight into the newcomer. That leather-clad beauty laughed, reached down, and REMOVED the golden power belt around Ms Americana's waist.

          "I've been DE-POWERED!" Ms Americana cried.

          "Yes you have," the dominatrix said, seizing a handful of thick, black hair and jerking Ms Americana's head straight back. The statuesque heroine instinctively threw her red-gloved hands up and back, trying to free her hair. But the blonde dominatrix was a big, buxomy Aphrodite woman just like Ms Americana, and an expert in handling women brutally. "Now you belong to me."

          Azure Angel took a step to go free Ms Americana, when she saw the two muggers turn on her, arms cocked to deliver powerful punches to her face.

          "Uughh!" cried Flag Girl.

          Azure Angel cut a look at Flag Girl, just in time to see the man with the blackjack pound the stunning sidekick into the ground. An instant later, two fists smashed into the sides of Azure Angel's own head.

          "Uuugggg!"

          Being a super heroine, she felt the blow, but stood her ground. A normal woman, or even a man, would've been knocked unconscious by such an attack from two very big, very strong men. Though a little stunned, Azure Angel just staggered back to gain a second to recover and a chance to drop into a defensive stance. But instead, her stiletto-heeled feet hit the curb behind her, and she suddenly found herself falling fast.

          "Ugh!" the Asian Avenger cried, her head striking an unexpected fire hydrant.

          Dazed, her limbs not responding, Azure Angel could only watch as Flag Girl was handcuffed, stripped, and laid out next to Champion Girl. Her captor quickly mounted her round ass, fucking the blonde sidekick hard as she started to recover consciousness.

          "Hhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana groaned, long and low.

          The dominatrix blonde had the statuesque super heroine's luscious body bent way back. And claimed the vivacious vigilante's full red lips in a passionate lip lock, all while her black-gloved hand slipped under the Queen of Justice's red-white-and-blue thong panties. The dominatrix obviously knew what she was about, rubbing Ms Americana's hypersensitive clit with practiced expertise. The super sexy super heroine was helpless, and her mind was now occupied with fighting off the climax that threatened to bring her utterly under the control of her captor.

          Meanwhile, the two men who'd hit Azure Angel grabbed her. They jerked her to her wobbly feet. A second later, her matching blue top and bottoms were stripped away, leaving only her red sash, boots, and mask. They handcuffed her, and she was pushed back to her knees between them. The man behind her dropped his pants, knelt, and shoved his hard cock between her silky smooth butt cheeks.

          "No, anything but the… AAAAAAASSSSSSS!" Azure Angel cried, feeling his too-thick cock penetrate her anus. It felt like he was ripping her in half. The Japanese-born heroine gasped, grunted, back arched and eyes widened.

Then the other man shoved his cock in her wide open mouth.

"MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmggghhh!"

          In no time flat, the dick up her ass stopped hurting. Worse, it felt good. Then great. Then, to her eternal shame, if felt DIVINE! Her curvaceous body became all tingly, filled with liquid heat, and she writhed in pleasure instead of resistance. She started sucking that other dick with something resembling eagerness without realizing it, since most of her thoughts were on the cock driving her WILD.

          Great ancestors, forgive me!

          "Azure Angel, my ass," the man getting sucked off said. "More like Azure WHORE. Look at how she's sucking my cock! Damn, she's great!"

          "Wait! This is sick," Ms Americana cried beseechingly. Azure Angel cut her eyes to the left. She saw Ms Americana being forced to bend over, knees locked straight, hands cuffed behind her back, while the dominatrix stood behind her and reached up and under her shapely ass, to her energized clit. She was still rubbing the Queen of Justice into la-la land, but now the fifth mugger wanted something, too. He had hold of her head, and was pushing her face towards his thick, erect cock. "We can get you the help you so obviously need! No jail, just a short stay in a mental hospital!"

          Ms Americana had the most wonderful look of disbelief on her gorgeous face. Her baby blues were wide and staring at that approaching cock. Her full red, glossy lips were parted, trembling. Her nipples were hard, erect and dark red, no doubt from intense blood flow. When the dick was half an inch from her lips, her mouth opened wider to accept it in. Azure Angel knew, then and there, that Ms Americana had already lost the battle against the Aphrodite Curse. She was AROUSED and ready.

          "Hhhuuuggghhh. Hmmmmmmmggghhh," Ms Americana moaned, a thick cock sliding slowly into her mouth, deeper and deeper until nose was buried deep in a thick mass of pubic hair. Seeing her personal heroine and idyll being fucked, and LIKING it, pushed the Asian Avenger right up to the brink, a monster orgasm ready to rip her last shreds of self-respect, dignity, and willpower. She watched as the now-wet cock slipped back out of Ms Americana's mouth, and as her lips reached the head, the oversexed super heroine's tongue slipped out and rolled around that head, slurping loudly. Licked it. Savored it. And then she gobbled him back down, groaning wantonly. "Mmmmmm."

          That was it. Azure Angel's eyes crossed, and the battle was lost. That cock relentlessly pounding her ass, and the other sliding in and out of her mouth, proved too much. A climax to end all climaxes crashed into her, searing her very soul.

          "Hhhhhhhhgggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried around the cock. "Uuuuuuuuggggggggggmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

          The gorgeous Asian Avenger's screaming orgasm, though muffled by that pounding cock, set off all the other super heroines. It was the nail that sealed their fates. First Champion Girl, then Flag Girl, and finally Ms Americana all climaxed. Loudly.

          "Fuck them long and hard, my pets," the dominatrix purred with pure pleasure. "Super heroines are the most helpless, most vulnerable when climaxing. Once they are tamed, then I can begin molding them into the perfect pets for my kinky pleasures."

          "Your plan worked perfectly, Mistress Matisse," the man fucking Flag Girl grunted out.

          "Better, actually," the mistress said, laughing. "I expected our little mugging spree to attract one MINOR super heroine, like Azure Angel or Amazing Babe. I never dreamed I'd get FOUR, including the premier super slut, Ms Americana."

          "Mmmmmmm," Azure Angel cried, climaxing as her cheeks ballooned out, mouth filled to overflowing with cum. She swallowed all she could, but some leaked out and dribbled on her naked tits. Then the ass-fucker grunted, and filled her butt hole with cum, too. That set off another climax. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee! I've been tamed!"

          "Yes you have, Azure Bungler," the dominatrix said. She laughed, then swatted Ms Americana's shapely ass. "And so has this holier-than-thou super slut." She looked around with pleasure. All of her men were either climaxing or close to it. Ms Americana was slurping furiously, cum dribbling out of her mouth as she eagerly drank it down as fast as possible. "Line them up, boys. One last thing to do, then they will be my personal property forever and ever."

          The four vanquished vigilantes were forced to kneel in line before the haughty dominatrix villainess. Ms Americana was first, with Champion Girl next, then Flag Girl, and finally Azure Angel. The blonde dominatrix walked down the sexy line, pausing to caress the face and kiss the lips of each helpless heroine, before stopping at Ms Americana.

          "Ah, the ultimate prize," she said, cupping Ms Americana's supermodel gorgeous, blue-masked face. She then took hold of the edge of that mask, the Queen of Justice's last line of defense. The sexy, super-stacked super heroine gasped, baby blues wide in fear and shock. Then the wicked blonde beauty slowly pulled the mask off her prisoner's face. "Oh my God, it's Brenda Wade! Brenda fucking Wade."

          "Didn't she buy the last building your previous dungeon was in and evict you?" one of the muggers asked.

          "Yes, she did," Mistress Matisse said, eyes triumphant. "In fact, she bought the last THREE buildings I had dungeons in, just so she COULD evict me." She shrugged. "I guess I shouldn't have said on public TV that I thought she was born to submit, and I'd like to be the woman that tamed and trained her as a slave girl."

          "True, but looks like you'll get your wish now, Mistress."

          "So true."

          "You won't get away with this," Brenda growled. "I am a rich, powerful, and RESPECTED businesswoman in this city. I will be missed, and they will leave NO stone unturned looking for me."

          "Yeah, right," Mistress Matisse sneered. Then she went down the line and unmasked the other three heroines. Azure Angel was last. "You're a nobody, too. Like Champion Girl. Shame, but at least I have two famous celebrity bitches to break."

          Before Azure Angel, or any of the other three, could respond, chloroform-soaked cloths were pressed over their mouths and noses. Already weak from their taming, all four quickly succumbed to the powerful drug. They were loaded into a van, and taken away. Their discarded costumes were left on the street, masks and all, to let the world know they were defeated and gone forever.

          Mistress Matisse spent the next week personally training Ms Americana. Meanwhile, Azure Angel, Flag Girl, and Champion Girl were tied up sexily, leaving all their orifices available for abuse, and abused they were. Day in and day out, all night. Fact was, Mistress Matisse owned a BDSM club at the edge of Delta City – Paradise, she called it, for its very extensive services in bondage sex. Very exclusive clientele, too. So, as their alter-egos of Yumi Wong, Lydia Willis, and Candi Graham, they were kept bound and drugged, always available for the "sport" of the club's patrons. No one knew they were the missing super heroines.

          After a week, Ms Americana made her appearance, and what an appearance. Azure Angel could only gawk at her idyll's transformation. Ms Americana still wore her bikini-and-boots costume, but her mistress had altered it. It was all leather and latex now, in the colors black, gray and white. The white parts of the costume remained white, but the red became gray and the blue was now black. Her gloves were now black latex opera gloves, and her boots shiny black thigh boots with white strip up the front and around the top, coupled with a single gold star on each of the outer sides. Oh yeah, she wore wicked silver spurs, too. The gold-starred blue choker had also been replaced, with a wide, black leather slave collar.

          And she was still masked, but now it was a star-spangled BLACK leather mask.

          "My pets, may I introduce the newest staff member of my kinky little club..." Mistress Matisse said dramatically. "Mistress Americana!"

          "I see a lot of really bad, bad boys," Mistress Americana sneered, and cracked her wicked-looking whip. "And even more naughty girls, just begging for a spanking."

          Azure Angel and Flag Girl gawked for a long moment. They shared a worried look.

          "I think Ms Americana has been turned," Azure Angel said.

          "Holy Corrupters! Mistress Matisse has corrupted and remolded Ms Americana into a wicked dominatrix like herself!" Flag Girl cried.

          "Yes I have, Lydia," Mistress Matisse purred wickedly, and pointed a finger at her. "My pet, I want you to start with pretty little Lydia, and break her. Tame her. Turn her into the ultimate pleasure pet, a simpering, slavishly devoted LOVE SLAVE."

          "It will be my supreme pleasure, Mistress," Mistress Americana said, smiling with wicked glee.

          For the next two days, Mistress Americana gleefully broke her super sexy protégé. The beautiful blonde nineteen-year-old didn't stand a chance against the dedicated wickedness of her former mentor. She was broken in full view of Paradise's well-heeled patrons, many of whom were friends or acquaintances of hers. After that, the raven-maned mistress tamed Lydia, destroyed the last vestiges of her free will, and began molding her into the perfect little sexual plaything. Molded the once-proud super babe into a submissive fuck toy, into the perfect little pet for her mistress.

          Then it was Champion Girl's turn. She took three days to break, tame and remold into a submissive fuck slave, eager to submit and please no matter what anyone demanded of her. Her only thought was to PLEASE.

          Azure Angel, to her ancestors' shame, broke super fast. In one day she was a panting, submissive fuck toy. Eager to please, submissive to a fault. The former Asian Avenger eagerly sucked, fucked, licked boot and ass. Anything. Anything at all.

          "Mistress Matisse, I give you the yummiest morsel of them all, slave girl Yumi," Mistress Americana said, spike-heeled boot on Yumi's sweet round ass as the slave girl waited on all fours before the club's top mistress. Before the tall, leather-bound THRONE that was the top mistress's exclusive privilege. Then Mistress Americana pushed her heel forward, and Yumi crawled to Mistress Matisse's black thigh-booted feet and started licking sensuously, moaning and groaning with pleasure, gloved hands fondling her owner's beautiful boots. "Azure Angel's especially talented with her tongue, Mistress Matisse."

          Azure Angel wished they would decide if they wanted to call her by her real name, Yumi, or by her super heroine name, Azure Angel. Either one was fine with her. But it got confusing how they kept switching back and forth in the middle of a conversation. They did the same with Lydia/Flag Girl and Candi/Champion Girl.

          At the moment, though, she was wearing her Azure Angel costume. Mistress Matisse had left their costumes on the streets, but she'd also forced them to reveal where they kept spares. So she had ALL of their spare costumes, including Ms Americana's and Flag Girl's power belts, under lock and key. They were issued to the girls to wear on occasion.

          "Well done, my pet," Matisse said, enjoying the show Azure Angel was putting on at her feet. "Go out and supervise the floor, Mistress Americana. Don’t forget your eight o'clock appointment with Mayor Fulcrum. Apparently no one ties him up and spanks him like you."

          "Oh, I won't forget, Mistress," Mistress Americana said, smiling with wicked delight. "I love abusing politicians more than any others."

          "Mmmmm," Azure Angel groaned, loving the feel of patent leather sliding across her hot, wet tongue. Matisse's boots had bright red lacing crisscrossing up the front. She loved that, too. Thought of it as texture for her pleasure. Still, she focused on kissing, licking and nuzzling the hard toe of Matisse's boot. Her mistress was squirming, loving how she stroked and caressed the six-inch stiletto heel as she rubbed her face on the boot leather. Apparently, she was the only one of Matisse's girls who loved her boot-licking ritual enough to do that. Lydia and Candi just licked, kissed and caressed as they worked their way up the boot to the Promised Land between Matisse's legs. They saw boot-licking as foreplay. Yumi saw it as a pleasure unto itself. "Uuuummmmm."

          After about fifteen minutes, Matisse ordered her to lick her way up, and get down to the business of pleasuring her mistress properly. Yumi obeyed eagerly. She lived to please, nothing else.

          Matisse's legs were bare under the thigh boots. Besides the boots, she wore a black leather thong, with silver zipper. Above that, a black leather corset and matching leather opera gloves. She accessorized with a diamond necklace around her ANKLE, choke chain around her throat, big hoop earrings and silver bangles around each black leather-gloved wrist.

          The vanquished and thoroughly tamed vigilante took her time licking, kissing and nuzzling her way up Mistress Matisse's booted legs. Took ten minutes, and then she unzipped her mistress's thong with her teeth. Matisse loved it when she did that. And Matisse was waxed bare underneath, so no pubic hairs to catch on the zipper. Only bubblegum pink nether lips, well-perfumed, already glistening with girl juices.

          "Mmmm, delish," Azure Angel groaned, lapping at that sopping wet cunt.

          "Don't ignore my ass, my pet," Mistress Matisse commanded, though groaning with pleasure. Azure Angel thrust her left index finger up Matisse's vagina, got it nice and wet, and then pushed it up Matisse's tight sphincter. "Ooooooh, yes. You're good, my pet. Real good."

          "Thank you, Mistress," Azure Angel said, smiling with delight.

          While one hand finger-fucked her mistress, the other kept caressing those boots, those legs, those firm, super soft butt cheeks. All while she lowered her full red lips to Matisse's hot snatch and licked the slit from end to end, over and over, until her mistress began to squirm in that leather-bound throne. Then the super sexy, conquered heroine sucked in Matisse's clit and sucked long and hard.

          "YES!" Matisse cried. "Oh, yes! Just like that. Oh, you're almost as good as Americana!"

          Almost? the Japanese-born beauty thought, a bit of jealous anger seeping in.

          "Don't slow down," Matisse said. Then she grabbed Azure Angel's dark, silky hair, painfully pulling it, and slammed the slave's face into her cunt several times. "I said do it RIGHT!"

          Anger flashed. Before Azure Angel realized what she was doing, she balled up her right fist, and RAMMED it up Matisse's cunt.

          "Uuuugggggggggggggghhhhh," Matisse groaned, back arching and arms thrown wide. Azure Angel rammed that fist in and out for five minutes, until, "Aaaaaiiiiiiiiieee! Oh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"

          Then she pulled her fist out, and grabbed Matisse by the hair. The supreme mistress was pulled from her seat, and thrown to all fours on the floor. While Mistress Matisse panted on the floor, on all fours, Azure Angel glared down hatefully and fetched a strap-on. She buckled the ten-inch, bright pink dildo around her shapely hips, and dropped to her knees behind Matisse. Then grabbed the mistress's long, silky blonde hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to arch her back.

          "Guess who is going to DO IT RIGHT now, bitch," Azure Angel growled, and thrust that thick shaft of pink rubber deep inside Matisse's cunt.

          "Aagggghhhh," Matisse groaned. Azure Angel noticed her tits had spilled out of her tight corset, and her soft pink nipples were now rock-hard, erect and dark pink with arousal. Oh yeah, she was liking it. "Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOOHHHH!"

          "See, you can climax like a slave girl too," Azure Angel whispered in her ear. Then she pulled out of Matisse's cunt, and rammed it home up her ass.

          "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

          "Sing for me, slave!" Azure Angel cried, fucking her hard and fast. Within moments Matisse as screaming out one orgasm after another. "Damn, bitch, you broke even faster than ME!"

          "Yes she did," Mistress Americana said. Azure Angel never heard her enter the room. Fear filled her. Americana was her TRUE MISTRESS, the woman that broke and tamed her. The superior woman that trained her, that made her into the slave girl she was. "But Matisse is Aphrodite, too. So she is subject to the same Curse."

          "Ah… merrr… icannaaaa… make… her…. s-stop-p-p," Matisse grunted out with each stroke of the strap-on. Azure Angel didn't stop just because her mistress entered the room. "I can't…. take…. much…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! I am TAMED!"

          "Yes, tamed by a SLAVE," Mistress Americana sneered. "You are disgusting. Good job, Yumi." She then placed her black, stiletto-heeled boot between the panting Matisse's shoulder blades. "I am in charge now. You belong to me, Matisse. SLAVE GIRL Matisse." Then she locked fierce baby blues on Azure Angel. "Fuck her harder, faster. I'll tell you when to stop."

          Together, they broke and tamed, and thoroughly remolded and trained Mistress Matisse that evening. Took less than four hours, and Mistress Americana even managed to get in her eight o'clock with the mayor. She wasn't about to miss THAT. By ten that night, Matisse had reemerged on Paradise's main floor as the sexy little submissive she was born to be. She was, of course, passed around by one and all.

          Mistress Americana took full control and ownership of the BDSM club after that. She returned to her life as Brenda Wade, respected businesswoman. But her nights were spent at Paradise. Lydia and Candi remained on their knees at the club, 24/7, and LOVED IT. Brenda Wade, though, gained a new shadow. Yumi Wong became her personal assistant, following her EVERYWHERE.

          Yumi remained slavishly devoted to her personal heroine, her supreme idyll, her MISTRESS. She lived to serve, and serve she did. Served Mistress Americana, and sometimes Mistress BRENDA, in every way imaginable.

 

THE END