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BILBO BROTHERS: BILBO BIMBOS
By Dark One
Got Gal sneered down at the scene below her. She stood tall and gorgeous atop a five story
building, deep inside Delta City's most notorious red light district: Sugar
Town. She tugged on her left, pure white
opera glove and then tugged up on the matching bikini thong of her legendary
super heroine costume.
"Some MEN never learn," the super sexy super
heroine said, shaking her blonde head woefully.
The Bilbo Brothers were shaking down some hapless street
vendor. From what little she overheard,
the idiot accepted a loan from a Sugar Town loan shark. He had to be stupidity personified. But he probably wasn't counting on the Bilbo
Brothers being hired to collect.
The Bilbo Brothers were genetic freaks. She'd heard alternately, that they were the
results of genetic experimentation on their mother, then only on them, and also
the result of an experiment of Dragon Queen.
The Bilbo Brothers gave a different story every time they told it, too. So who really knew the truth? Fact was, big
brother Bart had super strength to rival her own. While younger brother Biff moved faster than
any super heroine she ever heard about. One-on-one they were tough, resourceful
opponents, but together they'd only been defeated once. Ms Americana barely defeated them five years back, and sent them to prison for twenty
years. They were
released early for "good behavior" and overcrowding, serving a
mere thirteen months.
Got Gal touched the glowing pink emerald between her
massive 44DDs. The huge gemstone was
enchanted by the Goddess of Got, and as the chosen wearing of the gem Got Gal was blessed with super powers. She was compelled to become a super heroine,
and rid the world of riffraff like the Bilbo Brothers.
"Humph! If Ms
Americana can defeat and capture the Bilbo Brothers it should be a snap for
me," the statuesque super heroine muttered, then
smiled darkly.
She loved Ms Americana like a sister, but that didn't mean
there wasn't a friendly competition between them. Ms Americana was such a glory hog
anyway. As she recalled, before Ms
Americana captured the Bilbo Brothers, the raven-maned Queen of Justice had been captured and fucked by them in the previous five
confrontations. She always
managed to escape before being unmasked, but still. This would be Got Gal's first fight with
them, and she intended to show the Queen of Justice how it was
done. The first
time.
The white bikini clad super beauty leapt up and up, flying
off the roof to a good fifty feet above the top of the building. Then she began a big loop that sent her
streaking into that dark alley faster than even Biff could move. She hit Bart head first in the belly.
"Ooff!"
Bart grunted, and flew out of the alley to smash into a blue Ford parked on the
street.
Got Gal landed five feet from Biff and smiled wickedly.
"Surprise," Got Gal said, her deep, sexy voice
echoing in the dark alley.
"Bart?" Biff said, glancing behind him at his
unconscious brother.
Got Gal took the opportunity to look Biff over. She'd never met him face to face before. He wasn't as attractive in person as in his
photos. He was heavily muscled and very
tan, with shoulder length blonde hair.
But his face showed wear and tear, from years of getting
smashed in the face. He wore a
red muscle-shirt to show off his body, and tight jeans.
"He's indisposed at the moment, miscreant," Got
Gal said. "As you
are about to be, as well, unless you surrender quietly."
Biff scowled at her, his big hands curling and uncurling.
"You know what the main problem is with you super
heroine types?"
Got Gal arched her right brow. "Do tell."
"You are a bunch of smug, over confident whores,"
Biff sneered.
"Really?" the vivacious vigilante in all white
and gold said, a smug smile tugging at the corners of her full, glossy pink
lips. "Well, the
problem with …hey!"
Before she could finish, Biff all but blurred before her
eyes. He was moving that fast. A faction of a second later his big fist
slammed into the side of her face.
"Ugh!" Got Gal grunted, staggering to the side.
Truth was, it was a dangerous
blow. Oh, she couldn't take too many
powerful blows like that, but she had super strength and endurance.
Got Gal caught the barest hint of a blur to her left, so
flew straight up.
"Uughh," Biff grunted,
having missed her and slammed into the brick wall behind her.
"Oh, sorry I wasn’t there to cushion the blow,
babe," Got Gal said, grinning. Biff
was staggering back from the wall, a trickle of blood rolling down between his
dazed eyes. She dropped back down behind
him. "Bet that hurt, eh?"
Biff grunted, then dropped low and
spun so fast her feet were kicked away before she realized he moved. The statuesque super heroine land hard on her
back, and Biff was already waiting to stomp down onto her vulnerable
belly. That doubled the super heroine
up, but she seized his leg and threw him against the wall. Hard.
Biff fell straight back and lay
still, spread eagle.
"There, that wasn't too hard," Got Gal said,
climbing to her feet.
"Really? How hard is this?" Bart snarled. Got Gal whirled
around, and his brutal uppercut connected with her chin a second later. He was so strong, she flipped completely
lover and landed face down on the pavement.
He grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head, pulled her to her
wobbly feet, and ran her straight at the Ford that broke his fall earlier. "Let's see how hard this is!"
Got Gal went head first through the passenger side
window. The driver side door stopped
her, since she hit head first just below the window. Oh, it hurt.
The powerful blow left her dazed and confused. Down, but not out.
Bart tried to open the door to get at her, but it was locked. He paused
to reach through the shattered window to unlock it. That was all the time Got Gal's Aphrodite Blessed body needed to recover, with more than a little help
from the Got Emerald. She kicked out
with both feet, her super powered legs ripped the door
off the car and sending it smashing into Bart.
Bart was down again, moaning and groaning. As she crawled out of the car, though, she
noticed Biff wasn't where she left him.
"Looking for me?" Biff said from the top of the
car.
He tried to stomp down upon her upturned face as she looked
up at him. But the super sexy blonde
wasn't so easy to take out. She jumped
back and he missed, and came tumbling off the car,
arms flailing about.
"Ha! You fools," Got Gal sneered. "You are no match for me!"
"Yikes!" Biff cried, falling face first to the
concrete at her stiletto heeled feet.
Biff threw his hands before him defensively. His right hit something soft, felt some
resistance, then got his hands in front of him just in
time to keep his face from bouncing off the sidewalk
"Hey! You
idiot, you ripped off my top!" Got Gal cried. Then she felt her super strength bleeding
away, and realized he'd removed the all important Got Emerald from her person. "Give that back!"
"No!" a bystander cried. "Then gem is the secret of her super powers. I read it on the internet."
"Hey!" Got Gal cried, blue eyes
wide in disbelief. The common
people weren't supposed to work against her. She was a super heroine!
Biff streaked over to a BMW, opened the trunk, and tossed
in her costume top with the Got Emerald.
Then he slammed it closed and pocketed the keys.
Bart suddenly loomed over her. He grabbed her wrists, forcing her hands
behind her back with ease. A second
later, her thong was ripped off and he forced her to
bend over at the waist, knees locked.
Got Gal struggled frantically. Bart was too strong to break his grip on her
wrists. Then she realized a crowd had
gathered to watch, and they were all mesmerized by her
jouncing tits as she struggled.
"Great Goddess of Got!
I've been de-powered and captured," Got Gal cried, hearing Bart
unzip behind her. Biff stepped up before
her, and unzipped with a very smug and pleased look on his face. "You won't get away with this."
"Wanna bet?" Bart said, and she felt his hard
cock side up between her satiny thighs.
He started rubbing her tingling twat with his left hand, while the right
continued to hold her wrists together.
Within seconds pussy juices began flowing, saturating her sweet
puss. "Damn, this slut is hot to trot."
"Got Slut, consider yourself
GOTTEN," Biff said, laughing.
"Uuuggghhh," Got Gal
groaned, feeling Bart's giant cock penetrate her most sacred place. He started pumping, going a little bit deeper
with each thrust. "Ooooooh."
Biff pulled out his monster cock, and held it up with his
left hand. His right reached up and sank
deep into her silky sandy blonde locks, and grabbed hold tightly. Then he forced her face down towards his
cock.
"Oh no! Not that, too!" she cried. He impaled her open mouth, driving deep, deep
inside. "Mmmmmpphhhh!"
"Damn! You see
that?" a spectator cried. "Got
Gal just opened right up for him."
"Damn right," a hooker said. "She gobbled him down like a pro."
The sexy super heroine felt humiliation wash over her. Her face reddened all the way down to her
boobs. They didn't understand the price
she paid to be a super heroine, especially to be Got Gal. The Got Emerald was an ancient fertility
talisman. Very
powerful. And part of its power
was to twist the wearer's libido around so that she WANTED to get fucked, and
often. On top of that, she carried the
Aphrodite Gene, so already had a powerful sex drive. A dangerous combo. Now she was paying the price.
"Her fucking pussy is super tight, and super
WET," Bart groaned. "She's the
best fuck ever!"
"Mmmmm," Got Gal
groaned. She felt that huge cock filling
her up, sliding in and out. Felt it
profoundly. Her whole shapely body was
tingling, butterflies rioting deep in her belly. Her snatch was burning with pleasure. Add the taste, smell and feel of a thick cock
in her mouth, and she knew she was a goner.
"Huuummmmmmmppphhh."
"Oh, she's loving this," Biff said with a
strained voice. "Bro, this bitch
gives head better than Americana!"
"You got a BJ from Ms Americana?" a spectator
cried, astonished.
"Yep," Biff said.
"We both did. Fucked her in the pussy and ass, too."
"Yeah," Bart said, scowling. "But the bitch fucked us stupid, and
then captured us. That's when we went to
jail."
Got Gal was only vaguely aware what anyone was saying by
this time. Her world revolved around a
pair of amazing cocks. They were driving
her wild with pleasure and desire. The butterflies were quickly being burned away by that feeling she
knew all too well.
<Oh Goddess of Got, I'm going to cum so hard this
time!> she thought, both frightened and thrilled.
"Bro," Bart gasped out, suddenly starting to pump
harder, faster. "I think…we
are…going to break her…on the first fuck."
"I think you're right," Biff groaned out. "She's sucking me so hard my eyes are
crossing. Wow."
"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhppppppppppppghggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"
the sexy super heroine screamed around Biff's cock, as a monster climax
consumed her body and mind. Biff
exploded into her mouth a second later, then Bart
creamed her pussy. She climaxed
again. "Uuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Great Goddess of Got, I am TAMED!" Got Gal
cried. And climaxed
again, "Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"
The Bilbo Brothers pulled out and released the statuesque
super heroine, who just dropped to her hands and knees. To everyone's astonishment, a tall black man
stepped out of the crowd and held out a twenty.
"What's that for?" Bart said, taking the money.
"I want to fuck the bitch," he said.
Bart looked at the man, then the money, and finally down at
Got Gal. She was still gasping and
quaking from being double fucked, and multiple
climaxed. A tamed and
very vulnerable super heroine at the moment. Bart grinned at Biff.
"Bro, we just became pimps," he said, and
laughed.
"Yes," the black man said, and dropped his pants
before kneeling behind Got Gal. He
grabbed her round hips, and thrust deep up her sopping wet twat. "Take that, you stuck up super bitch."
"Uugghh," Got Gal
grunted, back arching. Her libido was in
overdrive instantly.
"I only have eight dollars," an ancient, skeletal
ruin of a homeless man croaked out.
"But I sure could use a good blow job."
Biff and Bart grinned evilly at each other. People in the crowd were already starting to
laugh with wicked delight.
"For you, old timer, eight is enough," Biff said,
taking the money.
The decrepit bum stepped up to Got Gal. She gave him a languid look, then reached out
and unzipped him. The crowd gasped as
she pulled out his cock and started to suck on it with loud slurps.
Deep down Got Gal was appalled. The bum's stench was enough to curl
paint. But that deep stink of his crotch
seemed to call to something deep and unsavory within her soul. She loved it, and was quickly licking him
from cock head to scrotum, savoring every lick, the stench and foul taste. And within two minutes she was climaxing
again, and again. The bum lasted all of
three minutes, while the black man lasted a good five.
They were quickly replaced by two more
johns. And two
more, and on and on. For two
hours Got Gal turned tricks on all fours for the Bilbo Brothers. Then they rented a room once the initial rush
to fuck slowed down. After that, Got Gal
spent the next five hours turning tricks in that room.
"You belong to us, Got Slut," Bart said.
She was kneeling between them, now only wearing her white
stiletto pumps, opera gloves and mask.
The beautiful blonde was still in a daze and wondering why they weren't
fucking her.
"Mmm hmm," she said, biting
her lower lip.
Bart reached down and grabbed the edge of her mask. "As your pimps, we need to know who is
behind the mask." He pulled it off
as she gasped. "Oh shit!"
"Is that the news girl?" Biff said. "Tanya….um…."
"O'Donnel," Got Gal said angrily. How could he not know her name? She was famous. "Tanya O'Donnel."
"Wow, Bro, I think she WANTS to be our sex slave and
streetwalker," Bart said. "See
how cooperative she is being?"
"Oh," Got Gal said, suddenly realizing maybe she
should shut up. She wasn't in her right
mind after six hours of nonstop sex.
"Goddess of Got, I'm such a fool!
The Bilbo Brothers OWN me now.
I'll never escape them."
"No," Bart said, grinning wickedly as he dropped
his pants. "No you won't."
#
# # # #
The next day, Bart and Biff were out spending all the money
Got Gal earned for them the previous night.
They had let her go, to do her day job.
They wanted their sex slave, hooker girl to remain popular and in the
public eye, while they whored her off on the side at
night. Since they knew her secret
identity, Got Gal had no choice but to obey.
"Hey, Bro, what about this
place?" Biff said.
"No. Too
expensive," Bart said. "Our
bimbo only earned twenty-five hundred last night."
"Ah," Biff said.
He held up a fist full of brightly colored credit cards, including a
black AMEX. "But I have all of
Tanya's credit cards. Let the bimbo pay
for it all."
"Bro, you're a genius," Bart said, laughing.
"Out of my way, morons," a tall, beautiful blonde
said.
They turned to find none other the young wife of the
richest man in the state, Ashley Vanderholm, looking at them like
they were something nasty she just stepped in wearing her favorite designer
shoes. Tall and shapely, with big silicone
boobs and a magnificent mane of blonde hair, she wore all white and gold: white
form-fitting halter dress with short skirt, gold belt and a fortune in gold
jewelry, and white strappy sandals. She
sneered imperiously at them, and waved them aside impatiently.
Instinctively, the brothers stepped away from the door they
were blocking. They immediately realized
she had dominated them, making them feel two inches tall. Rage fired up within them, something she
failed to take note of as she breezed past them. Then her first words to the store staff
pushed them over the top.
"Get someone out front to clean up the TRASH! Two sleazebags are out there stinking up the
whole street," Ashley said.
"Now, show me the new Jimmy Choo boots you got in."
The brothers quickly crawled into the back seat of her
white Mercedes Benz sedan, and hid. They
spent two hours like that, before she finally returned with arms full of
bags. Ashley stuffed her purchases into
the trunk and climbed behind the wheel.
She started the engine and headed home.
"Nice car, Mrs. Vanderholm," Bart said as he rose
up behind her.
"Very nice," Biff said. "Still has that new car smell."
"What the…?!?" Ashley
cried. She hit the brakes, and skidded
to a stop. "Get out of my car! Now!"
"I don't think so," Bart said.
"Do you know who I am?"
"Ashley Vanderholm," Biff said. "Rich bitch extraordinaire."
"To some," Ashley said, smiling smugly. "But I'm still the wife of the richest,
most powerful man in the state."
"True, but you are also a rude, holier-than-thou
bitch," Bart said. "My brother
and I don't appreciate that."
"Yeah, you need to be taught your proper place,"
Biff said.
"My what? Are you two mad?"
"Yep," Bart said.
"Totally crazy. And crazy enough to pull it
off, too."
"Pull what off?" she said, now beginning to get
worried.
"Rich bitches like you need to be put in your
place," Biff said. "Duh,
weren't you listening?"
"The best way to teach someone like you her place, is a good, sound FUCKING," Bart said.
"You can't. I'm
Ashley Vanderholm!" she cried.
"Bro, I have an idea," Biff said.
"Spit it out, Bro."
"We already have Tanya O'Donnel hooking for us at
night," Biff said, face lighting up.
"Let's blackmail ole Ash here into taking the dayshift."
"Bro, how many brilliant ideas can you come up with in
one day?"
"I know, I amaze myself
sometimes."
"You morons are bigger idiots than I thought if you
think I'll peddle my sweet ass on the street for you," Ashley
sneered. "I'm a superior
woman. I'm not for the likes of YOU, or
for the reprobates that patronize your streetwalking bimbos."
"Hey, Bro, we can call our girls Bilbo Bimbos,"
Biff said.
"Oh my God, Biff, you are a genius," Bart said,
laughing. "I love it."
"Screw you two," Ashley said, and picked up her
cell. She started punching in
numbers. Bart reached up, and crushed
the cell in his super powered hands.
"Oh!"
"We're the Bilbo Brothers. We have super powers, rich bitch," Bart
said, snarling menacingly. "I can
crush your head just as easy."
Ashley gawked at them.
It was beyond her ability to fathom.
No one messed with the Vanderholms.
Then all such thoughts were gone, replaced with terror. Bart reached up front and grabbed her, and
yanked her into the back seat. Biff jumped
into the front and put the car in gear.
"Home, James," Bart said with feigned superior
airs.
"But of course, sir!" Biff said, and laughed.
Ashley struggled, but Bart easily got her out of her
dress. Before she knew it, she was
straddling his lap, facing him, with his fat cock thrust up her pussy. Soon, the oversexed trophy wife was riding
him with enthusiasm.
The Bilbo Brothers took Ashley to their home in Sugar Town,
and spent the next five hours filming Ashley have sex with numerous men, of all
races and ages. Then they got kinky, and
forced her to do unspeakable sex acts. All on tape. Acts
that if her husband watched would destroy their marriage, and she would lose
everything. By midafternoon they utterly
owned Ashley Vanderholm, body and soul.
So they put her to work hooking in Sugar Town until eight
that night, then let her go home. Ashley
reluctantly agreed that she would go "shopping" every day from that
day onward, as cover for going to work as a Bilbo Bimbo streetwalker.
#
# # # #
Ten days later, on a balmy Sunday afternoon, Bart was
watching baseball while Ashley gave him a BJ and Biff was in his bedroom with
Tanya when a news report interrupted the program. The face of Assistant DA Angela Grear filled
the screen. And Bart had an idea that
made him grin from ear to ear.
"Bro!" Bart yelled. He patted Ashley's head when she started to
pull off his cock. "No, sweetie,
you keep right on sucking. Daddy like."
"Anything you want, baby," Ashley purred and
started giving him some really intense head.
Biff stumbled in, all breathless and sweaty, and
naked. Tanya followed, wide eyed. She only wore a pair of fire engine red,
patent leather thigh boots, matching slave collar and red satin opera gloves. The sight of her awesome beauty sent Bart
over the top, and he creamed Ashley's mouth.
She eagerly slurped it all up like a good little sex slut.
"What the fuck, Bro?
Can't you see I'm busy?" Biff said.
"Look," Bart said, pointing at the TV. Angela Grear was yammering away about some
case she was prosecuting. The gorgeous
African American Assistant DA was the prosecutor that sent both the Bilbo
Brothers up the river when Ms Americana dragged their asses into jail. "Assistant DA Grear, Bilbo Bimbo
material?"
"Oh Bro, whose the genius now?" Biff crowed with
wicked glee. "Yes! We'll fuck that snooty bitch stupid, then make her whore for us big time."
They sent the girls off to work, and started brain-storming
how to catch the beautiful Assistant DA.
So the next day, Angela Grear got an anonymous phone call, promising to
give her the goods on King Pimp. She
just had to meet the informant at a bar at the edge of downtown. She agreed.
The brothers knew she would, because everyone knew she had a major boner
to catch the king of pimps.
"You'll be sent over a drink," Ashley whispered,
disguising her voice. "Drink about
half, to give us time."
"Us?"
"Two other disgruntled workers at the Palace,"
she said. "Now, after you've drank
half the drink, come to the last booth on the north side. We'll have everything you need there."
So at the appointed time, Angela arrived at the seedy
bar. She was familiar with it. This wasn't the first time she'd gone there
to interview witnesses and snitches. The
super sexy African American smiled, knowing she was finally going to take King
Pimp down. When she got that guilty as
charged verdict, she'd gather with all her super heroine friends and share a
bottle of champaign. Oh yeah.
Angela walked into the bar and stopped. A dozen sets of hardened eyes locked on
her. Most probably knew who she
was. A few averted their faces. But others looked her tall, super shapely form
over with supreme appreciation. She
ignored them, since she was used to that reaction.
Today, she wore a lavender suit jacket and black skirt that
fell to mid-thigh, with dark hose and black stiletto pumps. Her straightened, black hair was pulled back
to fall past her shoulders.
Angela sat at a corner stool. She ordered a club soda and waited. Less than five minutes passed before the
bartender sat a drink before her.
"From the back booth. Said you were pretty," he said.
"Thank you," she said, glancing at the back
booth. It was empty. So her snitch wasn't ready to talk just yet. Angela picked up her drink and drank. The alcohol content was higher than she
would've liked, but she could handle it.
She took her time, taking a good ten minutes to drink the required
half. This time when she glanced at the
back booth, there was a man sitting in it.
He was facing away from her.
"Game on."
About halfway to the booth Angela felt warmth flow through
her, then a wave of dizziness. It
staggered her a second, but her iron will reasserted
itself. She could not show weakness or vulnerability
in a place like this. So she continued
to the booth as if nothing was amiss.
"So, Mr.…?" Angela said, as she slipped into the
booth opposite her snitch.
"Bilbo. Bart Bilbo," he said. "I'm surprised you didn't recognize
me. I thought I made a more lasting
impression."
Angela felt another wave of dizziness, but blinked a couple
times and cleared her vision enough to make out Bart Bilbo. She tensed as his rap sheet ran through her
mind. Also the fact he was one of the
few super powered criminals known.
"You expect me to believe that YOU would snitch on
King Pimp?" Angela said, brown eyes narrowing dangerously.
"No, I expect you to suck my cock on command,
slut," Bart sneered.
"How dare -- ," Angela
started to say, but then Biff slipped into the both beside her. When she whipped her head around, another
wave of dizziness flooded her senses. "Oooh."
"Poor baby," Biff said, wrapping an arm around
her. His big hand found her bigger tit,
and squeezed it through her suit top.
"Nice tits, though."
Before Angela could regain her senses, Biff's lips claimed
hers.
"Mmmmppphh," she
groaned, his tongue pushing deep into her mouth. Instinct kicked in, and she started sucking
on that tongue. Then she thrust her own
tongue into his mouth. "Hhmmmmmm."
Seconds later, Angela felt Biff's free hand slip under her
jacket, and then scoop a tit out of her bra.
She heard others in the bar snickering, but she didn’t care. Biff's kisses and fondling felt so good. And then she remembered who he was, and who
she was.
"Wait.
Stop," Angela slurred out. "What is happening?"
"I thought you were a smart, tough lawyer, babe,"
Biff said. "You can't figure it
out?"
"You set me up."
"Hey, there's the hotshot lawyer we all know and
despise," Bart said. "Have you
figured out we drugged your drink with a powerful aphrodisiac?"
"Oh no."
"Oh yes," Biff said. "Oh, unfortunately, if mixed with
alcohol it multiples the effect of the alcohol by ten. So, you are drunk as a skunk and super horny
at the same time. What I call, prime
fuck meat."
"Oh no."
Biff pulled her suit jacket open, to reveal she only wore a
lacy purple bra underneath. One boob was already pulled out, so he expertly removed her bra and
tossed it away. One of the scummy
patrons grabbed it and hurried away.
Then Biff's hand was up her skirt, and caressing her most intimately.
"Bro, the bitch ain't wearing no
panties!" Biff announced loudly to the world. "And she's sopping wet already."
So wet, in fact, Biff's thick finger slipped between the
folds of her tingling nether lips without the slightest resistance. She gasped as he penetrated her, then gasped again when he gave her engorged clit a firm rub.
"Bro, this bitch is wearing a lacy garter belt and
black hose, under a short skirt," Biff said even louder. "This puppy is ready to play! She's hot to trot."
"I like a woman always ready for a quickie," Bart
said.
"And since I have a CAN DO attitude, I'll take care of
this little slut monkey," Biff said.
Angela was pulled over atop Biff's
lap, facing him, her legs spread wide as she straddled his lap in the booth. The sudden movement sent her mind spinning
again. Damn that drug! She more felt than saw Biff guide his cock up
to her pussy, and then push her down upon it.
"Uuuuuuggggggghhhhh,"
Angela groaned, impaled upon a long, thick cock.
Biff took her face in both hands, and started kissing her
lips passionately. In no time his lips
sliding all over hers took its toll, and she started to forget herself. Angela began to moan and groan, returning his
kisses, returning his passion. By the
time Biff released her lips and started kissing his way down her neck, towards
her massive tits, Angela realized she was riding his cock hard, rocking her
hips so that he was pumping in and out of her fast. And she was doing all the work, without even
realizing it at first.
<Oh Goddess, my body wants what it wants,> she
thought, halfway between humiliation and erotic joy.
"Bro, this sweet bitch is really into you," Bart
said.
"I know, Bro," Biff said, and sucked in a rock
hard nipple.
"Uuugggh, Goddess, soooo good," Angela cried out. "Yes!
Just like that. Suck it. Suck it, baby."
Biff indulged his lust for fat titties, caressing, kissing,
rubbing his face all in and around this monster mammaries. He licked and nibbled, then squeezed and pinched,
and logged lots of nipple sucking time.
Halfway through it Angela lost the last vestiges of her resistance and
feminine pride, and let loose with a monster orgasm.
"Aaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"
Angela cried. "Yes! Yes! Oh, Goddess YES!"
Biff continued to fuck her like that, constantly sucking
face or tit the whole time, and forced five more orgasms from her before he
creamed her pussy. Bart got up and left
during their tryst. She barely gave him
a thought. She was preoccupied, you
know?
After Biff creamed her, he spent a few more minutes playing
with her big bouncy boobs. He pulled her
off his still hard cock, and sat her atop the table. She heard a sound and looked. A line of men waited. The patrons were all in line and staring
lustfully at her. As Biff spun her
around to face the line, the bartender handed Bart a twenty.
"What's going on?"
Biff whispered into her ear, "Welcome to the wonderful
world of prostitution."
"No! No! I can," Angela said as the bartender
unzipped and pulled out his hard cock.
He pushed her knees wide and moved up between them, with all but no
resistance from her. She did shake her
head no, though. "I'm a
lawyer! A superior
woman. My Goddess, I'm a PROSECUTER."
"We ain't goin' to hold that
against you, babe," the bartender sneered, then
thrust deep into her twat. "Oh yeah. Sweet
times a happening."
"Uugh," Angela grunted,
her super shapely body sudden energized and hyper horny. "I'm ruined."
The bartender took all of three minutes. The next man took fifteen, and ripped six
climaxes from her oversexed body. She
spent all afternoon on that table, answering the yearnings of the scum of
society. Fucking men she usual
prosecuted, and some she had sent to prison.
Even at a mere twenty dollars a shot, Bart and Biff earned
an even thousand off her five hours of "work." Then they dressed her back up as Angela
Grear, Assistant DA, and took her to their corner in Sugar Town. Ashley was just finishing up her work day,
and handed them a thick wad of bills. A sweet twenty-two hundred dollars.
"Damn, girl, you work hard for the money," Biff
said, very pleased.
"I don't do anything half-ass, boys," Ashley
said, her pride showing. "If I'm to
be a hooker, then I'll be your BEST hooker."
"I like your attitude," Bart said. He glanced at Tanya, just returning from her
first trick of the night. "Could
you teach her and Angela here?"
"Nope," Ashley said, and laughed. "You're either a winner, like me, or a loser."
"Oh, meow," Biff said, laughing.
"Toodles!" Ashley said,
and slipped into her white Mercedes Benz and left.
"Tanya, got you a trainee," Bart said. "Angela is one horny bitch, but you need
to teach her the ropes."
So for the rest of the night Angela worked with Tanya,
giving the johns two hot babes for the price of one. Angela had to do most of the fucking, of
course, since she was the trainee, but Tanya ensured she got enough to keep her
happy. The sex was the only thing that
made her predicament endurable. Then, at
the end of the night, the Bilbo Brothers showed Angela the videos they took of
her walking the street, of soliciting johns, and of her accepting money for sex
up in the room. Oh, of course, they had
lots of video of her fucking her johns with cries of joy and lust.
Angela Grear, Assistant DA, agreed to work nights for the
Bilbo Brothers.
"Wahoo, Bro, we added another super hot Bilbo Bimbo to
the stable," Biff crowed, before he went home with Tanya and Bart took
Angela back to her apartment for lots of kinky sex.
#
# # # #
"Hey, Bro!" Biff called.
Bart was in the back seat of their new Mercedes Benz. He was fucking their newest Bilbo Bimbo -- Annette
Graham. Annette was the twenty-three
year old trophy wife of one of Delta City's oldest, richest men. She was a blonde, blue-eyed perky babe, and a
former cheerleader on the local pro football team. She grew up very, very poor, but married
very, very rich.
Unfortunately, Annette's eighty-eight year old husband
couldn't quiet scratch her itch. So Bart
got video of her fucking her chauffeur.
Since she was terrified of losing everything, Annette fucked whomever
Bart and Biff said and learned to turn tricks.
She was an official whore now.
"Wait…one second…almost….aaaaahhhhh,"
Bart said, and sighed contentedly. He
slapped Annette on her well rounded ass.
"Get back to work, baby."
"Bart, did you read the editorial in the paper
today?" Biff said, shaking the paper at him. "Did you?"
"You read the editorials?"
"Of course. I'm a business man now. A player."
"Bro, you're a PIMP."
"Duh. Thanks for the update, Bro," he
said. He shook the paper at Bart
again. "That stuck up bitch Axanna
Morgan is back atop her fucking soapbox.
She's railing against Sugar Town's existence, and is especially hot to
put prostitution out of business."
"So? Axanna
Morgan is always yammering about pimps and whores, and Delta City's reputation
as the most decadent, morally deprived city in America," Bart said,
shrugging. "People expect it, like
the sun rising in the morning. Hell, the
only person worse than her is that melon-titted Brenda Wade." Bart paused, his face lighting up. "Hey, wouldn't it be fun to make Brenda
Wade a Bilbo Bimbo? Oh yeah, talk about
poetic justice, Bro."
"Gives me a boner just thinking about it," Biff
said, staring off into space as erotic thoughts of Brenda Wade's full red lips
finally silenced by his cock shoved down her throat. He undressed her in his mind, then started fantasizing about butt fucking her until she
screamed for more, more, more. And he
knew she would, too. Oh yeah. But then he remembered Axanna's editorial and
fury filled him again. "Oh. Bro, the reason I mentioned the editorial is
because Axanna Morgan mentioned US. By name."
Bart's eyes narrowed.
"Really?"
"Yep, she said something like…'if the brainless thug
Bilbo Brothers can set up shop as pimps, and be driving Mercedes Benzes in less
than a month, then it is TOO EASY…,'" Biff said. "How you like them
apples, Bro?"
"Don't like at all, Bro. That uptight bitch will only get those other
holier-than-thou busy bodies crowing for our heads. Like Brenda Wade. With Morgan and Wade both yammering for our
hides, then their super buddies, like Ms Americana, Lady Midnight and Green
Spectre, will get their skimpy panties in a wad, and start hassling us,"
Bart said. "Plus, they'll put the
screws to Vice, and we won't be able to buy our ways
out trouble."
"Yeah, if they team up like they did back in 2006,
then our asses are toast," Biff said.
"My thoughts exactly. Morgan has to go down, and fast," Bart
said. "But how do we get our claws
into her sweet white ass?"
"Yeah, she's almost as squeaky clean as Wade,"
Biff said. "We need blackmail
material on both of them. They would
make mighty fine additions to the Bilbo Bimbos stable of super fine
whores."
"Then it's agreed.
We take down Axanna Morgan first, then Brenda Wade," Bart said,
nodding as he rubbed his hands together.
"I can't wait to sink my cock into their sweet round asses."
"Now for the problem. How do we lure Axanna into a trap, or into a
situation we can video tape and use to blackmail her?" Biff said. "That's the trouble with these
holier-than-thou types. They don't do
anything illegal to use against them."
Bart smiled wickedly.
"What does Axanna Morgan want more than anything else?"
"Easy. She
wants her daughter back," Biff said, and grinned. Summer Morgan was one of five high society beauties
captured by white slavers. She was out
clubbing with Lydia Wills, Brenda Wade's ward, and another girl. They were lured into an
alley, and never seen again. When
Lady Midnight captured the slavers two weeks later, they confessed to selling
them. But they refused to ever tell who they sold them to.
"She'd give her left tit to get her daughter back."
"Exactly, Bro. We give her what she wants," Bart said.
"But we don't have Summer Morgan," Biff said.
"She don't know that,"
he said, and laughed.
They worked up a plan, laughing all the while. So just after ten that morning, Axanna Morgan
received an anonymous call in her sprawling downtown office. She was simply told
that if she wanted to find her daughter, go to the Crazy Sexxxy
Cabaret.
"Linda, cancel all of my appointments for the rest of
the day," Axanna said as she strode past her secretary ten seconds later.
<I KNEW Summer was still in the city!> Axanna
thought, her mind whirling with excitement, dread, rage. Someone would pay dearly for holding her
precious daughter as a sex slave.
<Someone will be VERY sorry when this day is over!>
Ten minutes later Axanna pulled up to the Crazy Sexxy Cabaret at the edge of Sugar Town. Like most "titty bars" in Sugar
Town, the club ran a brothel in the rooms above it. In this case, three stories of rooms. She guessed twenty very small rooms per
floor. A lot of girls forced into
debauchery. Axanna would save them all.
The gorgeous blonde Russian emigrant paused at the door and
looked both ways. The sign on the door
said CLOSED. Hours posted were 11 A.M to
4 A.M. It was just 10:15 A.M. so she
smiled. No witnesses. Even better. She tested the door, and it was unlocked.
"Fools," she muttered.
She knew she was expected.
Or, she thought the anonymous caller would be there to direct her to her
daughter. There was the possibility that
Summer was somewhere else, and the informant didn't
want Summer's pimp knowing who ratted him out.
So once she stepped inside, she smoothed out the white silk blouse and
black skirt and strode confidently into the main parlor. Her black stiletto pumps clacked loudly on
the tile floor in the almost empty room.
A single man sat at a table beside a small stage with a bronze stripper
pole. It was the only stage currently
lit up.
"Hello, sir, I'm Axanna. I'm looking for a young woman, about
eighteen, blonde, blue eyes, very perky."
"I know who you are, and who you're looking for, Ms
Morgan," he said.
Axanna stepped closer, and recognized him as a paid
snitch. As Green Spectre, she'd used him
a few times. He did it for the money, so
she knew he'd exact a high price for the information she needed. It was now very unlikely Summer
would be at Crazy Sexxy.
"How much do you want, Ebenezer?"
Ebenezer Shiner was an eight-two year old reprobate. He was about six foot six, but rail thin,
with a silver fringe around his skull.
His gray eyes were watery, and his huge hawk nose was
covered in broken blood vessel.
His thin, boney hands laid atop the table, covered in liver spots. He was a former pimp, and probably the owner
of that titty bar. She scowled down at
him.
"You need an attitude adjustment, girlie,"
Ebenezer sneered. "Even those
arrogant, stuck up super heroines know better than to disrespect ole
Ebenezer. If they want
to get any good info, that is."
"Sorry. Where
can I find my daughter?"
"Sorry, I don't know."
He looked away as if he'd already forgotten she was in the
room. Axanna felt a second of
panic. If he refused to tell her where Summer was, she might never find her daughter. Then Ebenezer snapped his fingers and a pair
of strippers strutted out from a side door -- brunette and redhead. They were dressed exactly alike in black
leather thong, thigh boots and slave collar.
"You called me up here to tell me."
"You killed any desire I felt to help," he said,
waving her away.
Axanna really panicked.
This couldn't be happening. Had she
just ruined her only chance to save her daughter from vile white slavery? No, she wouldn't allow it to end like that.
"I'm really, really sorry, Ebenezer," Axanna said
beseechingly. He turned his face away. "Please forgive me."
He motioned to the two strippers, who smiled smugly and
went to stand on either side of the beautiful Russian millionaire. She glanced at them warily. This was not going like
she thought it would.
"Really? You're sorry?" he said
"Yes. Very much
so," she said. "I'm just so
upset about my missing daughter. I'm so
desperate to find her."
"Desperate, huh?"
"Yes. Very much
so," she said.
"So, what would you do to learn her whereabouts?"
The strippers moved a bit closer. Axanna felt her throat tightening,
butterflies rioting deep in her belly.
Heat infused her tall, statuesque body.
No, not going well at all.
"I am very rich," Axanna said. Each of the strippers took hold of a wrist,
pulling her arms out. Nothing
forced. She didn't resist. "I'm prepared to write a really big
check right now, Ebenezer."
"I didn't ask what you would pay. I asked you what you would DO," Ebenezer
said, leering up at her.
"Have you ever pole danced?" the redhead said, as
the brunette snickered.
"No!"
"Good," Ebenezer said. "Do it."
"But -- "
"Now," he said, giving her a determined, rather
unfriendly look. "Or leave."
"Oh," Axanna gasped as the strippers started
tugging her arms backwards, forcing her to backup towards the small stage with
the stripper pole. "Wait! I'm better than this. I'm a superior woman of the Twenty-First
Century, not some two-bit slut to be abused and ogled as she dances naked."
"Have you considered what Summer
is doing right this moment?" Ebenezer asked. He smiled cruelly. "You really don't want to know
either. Dance. Make it sexy, babe."
The strippers turned her around. Axanna found herself facing the stage, face
to face with the stripper pole. She
swallowed hard, trying to loosen her suddenly painfully tight throat.
<I've faced mobsters hell bent
on killing me, armed with automatic weapons,> Axanna thought. She took a deep breath. <This is nothing compared to that. A little humiliation. What's that?
And who will ever know? No one important.>
"Ok, I'll play your stupid little game," Axanna
said.
The strippers smiled wickedly as they helped her up onto
the stage. Wild, wicked music started
almost immediately. Axanna scowled at
Ebenezer, silently vowing to exact her pound of flesh for this outrage. He would get his little show, but she would
have the last laugh. So, with one hand
on the pole, she started prancing around it.
Axanna was a super model before she married her late
husband. She lived a wild and wicked
lifestyle. This wasn't her first time
pole dancing. So she channeled her long
dormant, wicked inner super model and plastered a big smile on her face and put
on the best show she could deliver.
"Clothes," the brunette stripper said.
"Bitch," Axanna whispered, but started to
unbutton her blouse.
Seconds later the $1500.00 white silk blouse fell at
Ebenezer's feet. That
was quickly followed by her black skirt, leaving the filthy rich media mogul
stripped to black lacy bra and panties, with matching garter belt and hose. Her five inch stiletto fuck me pumps clicked
and clattered as she danced, pranced and strutted around that brass pole.
The song changed, to an all too familiar Sheena Easton song
she recalled from her misspent childhood.
Axanna grimaced.
"Strut, pout, and PUT IT OUT, baby," Ebenezer
crowed with lusty glee.
"Yeah, that's all you want from women," Axanna
whispered, but kept the bright smile on her face and never missed a step.
"Bra!" the redhead command.
Axanna reached back and unfastened the lacy black bra, then
pulled it off. Ebenezer gasped and
gawked a long second, soaking in the sight of her perfect, monster
tits. They dropped a few inches, jostled
by her dancing. Ebenezer
was mesmerized by those twin bouncing beauties, until her bra smacked him in
the face. He caught the bra,
pressed it to his face and inhaled deeply of her expensive perfume.
The super gorgeous millionaire babe then removed her lacy
panties, and tossed them to Ebenezer, and he sniffed them deeply as well. He noticed her panties' crotch was soaked
with her needs and desires, and she felt her face flare up. He muttered something to his pet strippers,
and they strutted over to Axanna and each took a hand again.
Axanna was pulled off the stage, and led
straight to Ebenezer. She was
stopped three paces in front of him, and then the strippers started dancing,
circling her, their hands roaming all over her super shapely body. She'd thought the dancing and erotic
situation had her horny, but felling those soft, feminine hands all over her
overheated, tingling body was too much to bear.
The butterflies in her belly slowly burned away, to be replaced by intense desire and dark needs. Axanna thought she'd successfully suppressed
such needs and desires years ago, squashed them into the darkest corners of her
psyche, never to be seen or felt again. But Ebenezer and his stripper sluts were
awakening them, and it scared her.
"Haven't you had enough fun at my expense?"
Axanna rasped out, her throat too tight to speak properly.
"Never," Ebenezer said. "Stuck up society
bitches like you need to be put in your place every now and then. All that power goes to your pretty little
heads." He paused to stare
lecherously as the redhead's right hand reached down and started massaging
Axanna's glistening wet pussy. Axanna's
back arched, eyes closed, full red lips parted slightly and she rose up on her
tip toes. And she moaned long and low. "That's it. Show her, girls."
"So wrong," Axanna groaned low, barely
discernable. Her head rolled back and
she cupped her own boobs, giving them a firm squeeze before tugging on her rock
hard nipples. "So
good…Mmmmmmmm…so good."
Ebenezer's heart pounded as hard as Axanna's as the redhead
took the stuck up mogul's sweet red lips in a passionate kiss, both groaning
low and wantonly. At the same time, the brunette
sucked in a hyper sensitive nipple and began sucking and nibbling on it. His hard-on was way more than painful as he
watched one of his most beloved sex fantasies come true.
And it was about to get much better.
The ancient husk of a man watched as Axanna writhed,
moaning and groaning, as two of his favorite girls worked her over in lesbian
perfection. Soon, the brunette's fingers
found her ass, and pushed up deep inside, while the redhead's glistening wet
fingers rubbed her into a frenzy. In
less than a minute Axanna was panting through her nose, her belly visibly
quivering, her huge melons jostling sexily.
"Oh…my…..Uuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Axanna cried, overwhelmed by a climax that burst
within her almost without warning.
"Please. Oh,
please…have…mercy…you have…to stop….uuuggghhh….stop
before…before…before you…tame me."
"Oh, I want tamed," Ebenezer crowed. "Tame
her, my baby girls!"
The brunette dropped to her knees, moved up between
Axanna's wide spread legs and pushed the redhead's hand out of the way. The twenty year old beauty buried her face in
Axanna's fragrant snatch, lapping up her love juices eagerly, driving the
beautiful blonde wild. Axanna's belly
began to quiver and quake, she gasped and groaned, thrust her hips forward and
grinding into the brunette's mouth. Then
she reached back and raked long red nails down across the Russian's sweet round
butt cheeks.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh! Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhh!" Axanna cried, and dropped to her knees. The redhead straddled the oversexed beauty's
face, and Axanna reached out with her tongue without thought. "Mmmmggggghhhhh."
The three super sexy babes went at each other like
oversexed minxes for the next hour, until all of their shapely bodies were
shiny with sweat. Then with a signal
from him, they guided Axanna to hands and knees, and prompted her to crawl to
him.
"Good girl, Axanna," Ebenezer sneered. "Now, take care of your daddy like a
naughty girl should."
"Mmm," she said,
unzipping him and pulling out his hard cock.
She took it in hand, giving his a firm squeeze and a couple
strokes. Then she looked up into his
eyes and gave that cock head a firm lick. "You're going to give me my
daughter?"
"Yes!"
"Then I'll give you what you want," she said,
opened wide and gobbled him down. "Hhhhhggghhhhhh."
Axanna Morgan, one of Delta City's richest, most respected
citizens, sucked and slurped on that cock.
She licked and sucked on it like a popsicle. She licked, nibbled and sucked on his
balls. She showed Ebenezer that super
models gave the BEST oral of anyone, period.
And to his credit, Ebenezer held out a good twenty minutes before he
creamed her eager mouth, whereupon she swallowed every drop and stroked his
cock hard to squeeze out a few more drops.
"Oh!" she cried, as Ebenezer surprised her by
pulling her up into his lap, and expertly impaling her upon his still hard
cock. "Oh,
Ebenezer!"
The super sexy Russian babe rode him hard and long,
climaxing another six times before he finally came inside her. Then she was spun
around on his lap, and his cock shoved up her poop chute.
"I thought….uughh…I thought
you…were…too…..ugh…too old for this!"
"Ha! Bitch, I'm
an old pro," Ebenezer sneered.
"I can fuck your sweet ass all damn night."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhh!"
she cried.
"Nice one, Axanna," Bart Bilbo said from her
right side. He held up some photos of
her fucking and being fucked, of her pole
dancing. "This is to teach you to
leave me and my brother alone. Do what
you're told for the rest of the day and night, and
we'll let you go. If you attack us in
your paper again, we'll release the photos and VIDEOS of your day of
debauchery."
"Monster," Axanna gasped out. Ebenezer was still fucking her up the ass. Bart copped a feel of her bouncing
boobs. She didn't object. She had no choice. The Russian mega babe glanced over her
shoulder at Ebenezer. "Summer?"
"I haven't the foggiest idea where she is," he
said, and laughed. "I was just
doing this rather delightful job for the brothers. I've wanted to fuck you for years."
"All for nothing," she whispered, a pair of tears
rolling out of her big hazel eyes. Then
she looked up at Bart's leering face.
"What must I do?"
"You will work all day here stripping, giving lap
dances and fucking whomever Ebenezer tells you to fuck," Bart said. "Problem with
that?"
"Yeah, big problem with that," Axanna said, voice
filled with bitterness. "Do I have
a choice?"
"Nope."
"After I finish tonight?" she asked.
"Leave us along."
"Deal."
The club opened at that time. Since they were late opening, there was a
small crowd of regulars impatiently waiting. They forgot all about their aggravation when
they saw there was a new girl. A very hot and beautiful blonde.
Axanna did as told.
She stripped and lap danced until noon.
Then Ebenezer started pointing out unsavory men to have sex with. Worse, she had to
ask for MONEY first. Axanna started
turning tricks. By three in the
afternoon she didn't give it a second thought.
And at ten that night, Bart showed her video of her turning tricks.
"Welcome to the Bilbo Bimbo stable of High Society
whores," Bart said.
"W-What? B-B-but you said…," she stammered.
"I lied. Don't
you hate it when that happens?" Bart said, and laughed. "But you won't be alone. You'll be joining Tanya O'Donnel, Angela
Grear, Ashley Vanderholm and other rich, stuck up society bitches on the
streets of Sugar Town."
Axanna had no choice.
She had to agree to be the Bilbo Brother's newest hooker and call girl,
part time at night, or they would utterly destroy her. So at ten that night, Axanna was taken from
Crazy Sexxxy and put to work on the streets of Sugar
Town, under Ashley's tutelage.
#
# # # #
Two weeks later. Noon at a fashionable restaurant.
Axanna took a sip her of her wine. "What did you do last night?"
The gorgeous, hazel eyed media mogul wore wear a scarlet
silk dress, daringly cut and only tied to her shapely body by a single diamond
broach at her waist. Bart had ordered
her to wear it that day, because that morning she had a call girl job at the
Royal Arms. Her john had been her late
husband's best friend. The rancid taste
and stench of his cock and balls lingered in her mouth and nose.
Angela was in court that day, so was free from Bart's
mercenary manipulations. She wore a gray
wool suite jacket and matching skirt, dark hose and black stiletto pumps.
"I worked Cummins last night, so fucked mostly Sugar
Town locals, mostly poor, ill-washed and eager to fuck the prosecutor that sent
them up the river," Angela said, grimacing. "Fucking frat boys hired me around ten,
and fucked me stupid ten times over in a back alley. Yeah, they had a grand ole time corn-holing
me until the wee hours."
"Ouch," Axanna said. "I worked a bachelor party down in South
Delta. Good neighborhood, nasty, kinky men. Mostly they spanked me."
They sat in silence a long moment, both beauties lost in their
own thoughts and inner turmoil. Though
neither would admit it to the other, talk of their sex-work aroused them
mightily. They were both Aphrodite
women, after all. It was their cross to
bear.
"It won't take long before word spreads out of Sugar
Town that we are working the…um…," Angela looked around nervously, then
lowered her voice, "…the nightshift in Sugar Town, and then my cookies
will be toast then. My boss will go
ballistic and prosecute me to the very limits of the law for humiliating his
august office."
"I'll be ruined, too, but nothing compared to
that," Axanna said. "Should we
just skip town?"
"It's a thought," Angela said, frowning. But then her face twisted into something
ugly. "But then I wouldn't be
around to string the Bilbo Brothers up by their sweaty balls."
"Oh baby, talk dirty to me," Axanna said,
laughing. "I agree." She looked around before leaning close and
whispering. "It's way past time for
Green Spectre and Lady Midnight to come to the rescue."
The super sexy Assistant DA narrowed her lovely brown eyes
at Axanna. "My costume is in the
car."
"Mine, too."
"Screw lunch," Angela said, tossing down twenty
dollars. They hadn't even ordered lunch
yet, just a glass of wine each.
"Let's roll."
Thirty minutes later, they stepped out of a particularly
dangerous Sugar Town alley, dressed in their super heroine costumes. The few denizens of that particular street
that saw them scattered. They smiled.
"That's more like it," Axanna said.
Axanna was decked out as Green
Spectre. The blonde beauty wore a dark
green face mask, with a Yellow G between her brows, Green satin bustier with a
large G over her left tit, matching thong bottoms, black fishnet pantyhose,
black knee boots, and black opera gloves.
A utility belt slanted across her well rounded hips, with a G emblazoned
on the buckle.
Angela wore her new deep purple, leather bikini
costume. She accessorized with purple
mask, lavender opera gloves and shiny lavender thigh boots. She also wore a utility belt resting across
her shapely hips, with LM on the buckle.
Side-by-side, the two super sexy super heroines strode down
the street. Pimps, prostitutes, pushers
and other street vermin scattered at their approach. It felt good.
It felt RIGHT to strike fear into the shriveled up soles of the lowlifes,
miscreants and malefactors. As they
walked their confidence skyrocketed.
"There they are," Lady Midnight sneered as they
round the corner of 69th, and onto Cummins.
The statuesque super heroines struck arrogant poses --
hands on hips and chests thrust out -- as they glared daggers at the Bilbo
Brothers just a block away. The brothers
were laughing and joking, wearing Armani suits and fancy felt "pimp"
hats. Each held a bejeweled pimp cup,
from which they sipped fine champaign.
Tanya was half a block past them, leading a pair of young African
American men toward the hooker hotel they patronized. Ashley was just returning to the street from
her last trick and Annette was strutting sweetly trying to attract some
attention and work.
"You think Tanya has her costume?" Lady Midnight
said, wondering how much help they could expect from their super heroine
associate and friend.
"No," Green Spectre said. "She was caught as Got Gal, so the
brothers have her costume and the Got Emerald, too. She won't raise a finger to help us."
"Fine," Lady Midnight said, scowling at the
objects of her seething hate.
"Let's bust heads."
"No mercy asked, no mercy given," Green Spectre
said.
They took off running.
They ran pretty fast for women in five inch stiletto boots, too. Women with the Aphrodite gene could do
amazing physical things. They were
halfway to Bart and Biff before the brothers noticed their approach. The luscious ladies of law smiled smugly when
their targets' eyes widened.
But then the brothers tossed aside their pimp cups and
fancy hats, and dropped into fighting positions. That surprised the super heroines, baffled
them really. Evil doers always ran from
them.
"About time some super sluts showed up," Biff
said.
"What took you so long?" Bart said, and grinned.
"We're going to wipe those smug smiles off your ugly
faces, pigs!" Green Spectre cried.
They split. Lady
Midnight raced toward Biff, while Green Spectre aimed for Bart. At the last second, Biff blurred from sight
as he cut right and raced between Green Spectre and Bart, taking the split
second of time to grab her right wrist and jerk her around hard.
"Yikes!" Green Spectre cried. She spun around five times, and fell hard at
Bart's feet.
Lady Midnight stumbled, seeing first her target vanish, and
them her ally stumble and fall. Bart
bent over to grab Green Spectre, so she cut left and barreled down upon
him. Steps away from him, she drew back
her right fist as she still ran, prepared to cold cock him with a single blow. But then he surprised her by shifting, and
throwing a powerful uppercut straight at her face.
"Eeeks!" the startled super heroine cried. Then Bart's super powered fist slapped into
the chin of the hapless heroine.
"Ugh!"
Lady Midnight's booted feet flew off the sidewalk, and she
fell straight down upon Green Spectre just as her friend was starting to regain
her senses. Green Spectre saw Bart reaching
for Lady Midnight, and shoved her friend with all her considerable strength at
him. Bart wasn't expecting that, and he
went down when hit by the shapely African American beauty.
Green Spectre scrambled to her feet, seeing Biff returning
at lightning speed. Throwing caution to
the wind, she just kicked out where she thought he would cut to, and surprised
them both when her black booted foot connected with the side of Biff's head. The nasty pimp with super speed went down
with a pained grunt.
"Ooofff!"
Green Spectre grunted as Lady Midnight smashed into her back.
"Turn about is fair play, bitch," Bart snarled.
Green Spectre and Lady Midnight untangled themselves,
rolling to their knees side by side.
Bart was stalking towards them.
Biff was five feet behind his brother, climbing to his feet with a
really angry expression.
"Playtime over," Lady Midnight said. Then whispered to Green
Spectre, "Ally oop time."
The two darlings of danger leapt to their feet. Lady Midnight reached down, Green Spectre
stepped into her hands, and she was vaulted high in
the air. The super sexy, green clad
super heroine arched over to Bart, who stopped and gawked. She landed hands first atop his shoulders,
and used him as a platform to flip again.
As Green Spectre finished her last flip, she timed it
perfectly and slammed her feet together.
Biff's head was between those feet.
"Ugh," Biff grunted, and collapsed.
At the same time Green Spectre's black boots were slamming
into Biff, Bart was stilling looking upward.
That's when Lady Midnight's lavender gloved fist slammed into his
throat, then her knee smashed into his groin.
"Oooooooo," Bart moaned,
dropping to his knees.
Snap! Biff was handcuffed by Green Spectre.
Snap! Bart was handcuffed by Lady Midnight.
"Take down, done!" Lady Midnight cried joyously.
"Yes!" Green Spectre cried, pumping her black
gloved fist. Then she noticed Ashley
Vanderholm and Annette Graham standing behind them, gawking at the two down,
handcuffed pimps. "You ladies are
free to go. These two are going straight
to jail."
The two super sexy super heroines gave each other a
high-five, and looked down upon their latest victory with big satisfied
smiles. It felt so damned good to
finally slap them down like they so richly deserved. How DARE they sexually enslave and prostitute
them like two bit whores. Now justice
would be served, and the Bilbo Brothers would go to jail for a very long time.
Unfortunately, not everyone shared their
euphoria. They didn't see Ashley and
Annette share a worried look behind them.
Then the two Bilbo Bimbos reached into their purses, pulled out Tasers, and thrust them into the firm, round asses of the
two super heroines. And ZAPPED THE SHIT
OUT OF THEIR FAT ASSES!
"Idiots!" Ashley
growled, finding the handcuff key in Lady Midnight's utility belt. She immediately removed Bart's handcuffs, and
placed them on Lady Midnight's slender wrists, pulled behind her back. "If our pimps go to trial, they'd reveal
all the blackmail material we are whoring ourselves to keep hidden."
Annette had gotten Green Spectre's key, and moved the cuffs
on Biff to the statuesque super heroine.
"Yeah, our beloved husbands would toss our sweet asses out into the
street, and then we'd HAVE to be whores to survive."
"Good thinking, babes," Bart said, groaning as he
slowly rose to his feet. "You okay,
Bro?"
"Yeah, just a little embarrassed," Biff
said. "We haven't been defeated in
a fight before."
Lady Midnight groaned miserably, rolled onto her back. Her knees rose, then spread wide. She wasn't even coherent, but the pimps and
whores watching smiled and nodded knowingly.
Everyone knew super heroines were raging sluts in denial, begging to be
conquered and put in their proper place.
"I thought Ms Americana defeated you a few years
ago?" Ashley said. She dropped to
one knee and slipped her fingers up under Lady Midnight's bottoms. "I knew
it. Wet as wet can be."
"No. We whipped
Ms Americana's ass after a rather long, epic battle," Bart said. He used the toe of his right shoe to push and
jiggle Lady Midnight's rather ample tits.
"Problem was, we underestimated her capacity for
sex," Biff said. "That super
powered slut fucked US stupid, and thus defeated the undefeatable."
"Wow. Bet she'd
make an amazing whore," Annette said.
"Oh, she WILL," Bart said. "One day, we'll repay her for our
humiliation one hundred fold."
Green Spectre groaned, rolled onto her belly and struggled
with her cuffs and consciousness. They
watched her legs spread and sweet round ass rise up.
"But first, Bro, we tame these two FORMER super
heroines, then turn them into Bilbo Bimbo super SLUTS," Biff said. "Get them on their feet, babes."
"Looks like they're more than ripe for taming,
babe," Annette said, and giggled.
Ashley and Annette grunted and groaned doing it, but they
finally got the two wobbly super heroines swaying on their feet and facing the
Bilbo Brothers. Ashley held Lady
Midnight in front of Bart and Annette Green Spectre before Biff. A curious, joyful crowd of Sugar Town denizens
and regular visitors was gathered, watching with
wicked glee.
Lady Midnight and Green Spectre looked at each other with
dread, each pathetically tugging at the handcuffs behind their backs. Then Green Spectre's hazel eyes widened, her
full red lips forming a perfect O, as Annette removed her top. Both were then topless before their captors
and the public.
"Ugh," both super sexy super heroines grunted
when the brothers grabbed big hands full of fat titty meat and started fondling
them with leering faces.
"You won't get away with this," Green Spectre
said, and then groaned.
"Justice will prevail," Lady Midnight gasped out,
her loins already burning with need.
"You will all regret this day."
Biff pulled Green Spectre in tight, and quickly claimed her
sweet lips in a passionate, deep kiss. Annette
pulled down Green Spectre's bottoms, revealing her glistening wet, bikini waxed
blonde pubic patch and bubblegum pink nether lips. Then as Biff kissed and fondled her rudely,
Annette started massaging her clit with some enthusiasm.
Ashley pushed Lady Midnight to her knees, then reached over the statuesque super heroine to unzip
Bart, and pull out is hard cock. Bart
seized her by the hair in both hands, and forced her mouth down his thick
shaft. Ashley knelt behind the gorgeous
African American, and the sexy blonde began to fondle her big, fat tits with
one hand and rub her engorged, hypersensitive clit with the other.
"Mmmggghh," Green
Spectre groaned wantonly, feeling her body going past the point of no return
already.
"Hhhuummmgggghhh," Lady
Midnight groaned just as wantonly.
"Check 'em out, Bro,"
Bart crowed. "They are LOVING it. These
super hot heroines are loving it."
No one but the two hapless heroines understood that after
two weeks of hooker work, every night, their Aphrodite
gene enhanced bodies were extremely susceptible to sexual stimulation. The carefully constructed emotional shields
they possessed before the brothers blackmailed them into prostitution had been
shattered within days of utter sexual subjugation, submission and wanton
debauchery. In truth, they were helpless
against the sexual advances of any reasonably determined man.
"Then Green Slut is really going to love this," Biff said. He forced her to bend at the waist, knees locked. Then he mounted her pussy from behind. "Now I turn on the speed."
"What?" Green Spectre said,
eyes wide in disbelief. Then Biff used
his super speed to pump in and out of her in blinding speed. "Yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeoooeeewwww!"
Green Spectre's back arched, her head thrown back, she felt
him ripping her willpower to shreds. Her
body was instantly aroused, sitting at the brink of sexual explosion. Then his cock came out, and slid right up her
poop chute.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Green Spectre cried, the most powerful climax of her life burning away the last
shreds of willpower and dignity.
"Oh God, I've been TAMED! Oh
yes! Oh, Biff, you've tamed me!"
"Are you a whore?"
"Yes!"
"Who's whore are you?"
"I'm your whore, Biff, all yours!"
Bart was so excited he creamed Lady Midnight's mouth, ballooning her satiny brown cheeks. She swallowed his cum without prompting, and
he pulled her up. Leaning her back
against a car fender, he pushed her up, spread her mile long legs, and pushed
his cock all the way into her slippery wet twat.
The super strong brother hammered Lady Midnight's super
tight snatch. She arched her back,
gasped and groaned, whipped her head back and forth, and wrapped her shapely
legs around and squeezed him in tighter, harder. Then all too soon she lost her battle, and
screamed in climax.
"Yyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwww! Oh!
Oh…my….GAWD!" she cried.
"I've been TAMED. TAMED. TAMED. Oh, mercy, I
am helpless."
"You are my whore now.
Say it!"
"I'm your whore."
"You are my Happy Hooker."
"I'm your very Happy Hooker," Lady Midnight
gasped out. Then her big brown eyes went
wide. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
The Bilbo Brothers spent another ten minutes thoroughly taming
and claiming the two vivacious vigilantes.
When it was over, the crowd cheered them enthusiastically.
"Give us a few minutes, and these two super HOOKERS
will be back to treat each and every one of you to a Sexlicious treat,"
Bart said. "For a
price, of course."
"Of course!" the crowd cried joyfully.
"But first we have to take a peek under their
masks," Biff said. "To cement our absolute power over them."
Biff and Bart half dragged the semi-coherent super heroines
into the nearest hooker hotel, then into a back room. Ashley and Annette followed, eager to know
who was hiding behind the masks. The
defeated heroines didn't have the heart left to fight them. They docilely let the two blonde society
hookers pulled their heads back by their long, silky hair, and let Bart step up
and slowly peal off Lady Midnight's mask, and Biff pull off Green Spectre's
mask.
"Holy shit!" Bart
cried. "Angela Grear is Lady
Midnight?"
"Hot Damn, Axanna Morgan is Green Spectre!"
Bart said, "But they are already our whores."
"More so, now, Bro," Biff said, and laughed. "Now we have three super heroines."
"Three?" Ashley said.
'Tanya is Got Gal," Bart said. He uncuffed Lady
Midnight and handed her back her mask.
"Put this back on. Get back
in costume and get to work. You already
know what to do."
"Anything you say, baby," Lady Midnight said with
a tiny little girl voice, feeling utterly shamed and defeated.
"You, too, Axanna," Biff said, slapping her sweet
round ass. He gave her the mask and
laughed. "Remember, you're both
super heroines. That means you get $100
dollars a shot."
#
# # # #
Ms Americana angrily turned off the DVD player, and popped
out the disk Commissioner Borden gave her earlier that day. It had been a scene recorded by a bystander a
month earlier. The day Lady Midnight and
Green Spectre were captured, raped on the streets of Sugar
Town, and forced to turn tricks moments later. Neither super heroine was
seen after that night of sordid debauchery. Word was Lady Midnight was sold to a Bangkok
brothel, and that Green Spectre was purchased by Japanese
billionaire for his private collection.
The super sexy super heroine was still dressing as she
watched the video. So far, she only wore
her red stiletto calf boots, with the white stripe up the front, the blue satin
choker, red star earrings and golden tiara.
Next she pulled up her red, white and blue thong bottoms, tugging them
firmly in place. Then came
the matching strapless top, both with gold trim. After plumping her 44DDs enticingly, she put
on the blue, white star spangled mask and then the red gauntlet gloves. Finally, last but not least, the Queen of
Justice snapped the golden power belt, with the large red A and two blue stars
to either side.
"Uummmm, good," Ms
Americana moaned, enjoying the heady feeling of super strength, endurance and
other enhancements filling her super shapely body. "Now time to go kick serious miscreant
butt. I'll make the Bilbo Brothers sorry
they were ever even born."
Meanwhile, in their Sugar Town home above the street their
Bilbo Bimbos plied their illicit trade, the brothers
were brainstorming ideas on how to bring Delta City's greatest pillar of feminist
virtue under their thumb. Brenda Wade
paraded herself out as the epitome of a superior woman, of all a woman should
and could be. She was the role model of
legions of young women, who all longed to be just like her -- rich, powerful
and virtuous.
"Look at her, smiling all smug and
self-satisfied," Bart sneered, tossing the newspaper down. There were two color, and two black and white
pictures on the front page with Brenda in them.
One of the color photos was of her and Ms Americana sitting in a well
appointed room and talking. "She's
off yammering about Police incompetence in ridding the city of Sugar Town
scum."
"And sermonizing how everyone should be more like her,
all superior and pure as the driven snow," Biff said. "I can't wait to soil her."
"Yeah, we'll fuck her into submission, then fuck her
pretty little image," Bart snarled.
"She's worse than a super heroine sometimes."
Biff pulled out a large brown envelope and pulled out some 8
X 10 glossies and DVD. "These
aren't bad, but I don't think the quality is good enough."
Bart accepted the pictures and looked through them. They were photos of a shapely black haired
woman having nasty sex with a large dog.
They'd hired a computer graphics guy to put Brenda Wade's face on the
woman. The DVD was the video of the woman
and dog, also with Brenda's face transposed.
The photos were so bad he doubled the video could be any better. Not good enough to make Brenda submit to
their blackmail.
"Larry said he's got something," Biff said. Larry Pitts was the sleazy private
investigator they hired to dig up dirt on Brenda Wade. They hired him six weeks back, and he's only
delivered crap so far. "He sounded
excited."
"He always sounds excited," Bart said,
scowling. The Subjugation of Brenda Wade
wasn't going well. "That bastard
better find something soon, or we're going to fire his ass."
Finally, they left everything on the coffee table and went
out for some brunch.
Ms Americana slipped into their top floor apartment. She slowly moved from room to room, looking
for the two brothers. She'd fought them
a number of times, and hadn't faired well.
One-on-one, she was more than a match for either. But together they were a deadly combination
for any super heroine, even the premier super heroine of Delta City. But she knew the secret to taking out any
super enhanced person, male or female, was to take them down fast.
The Queen of Justice checked every room, even the
closets. The apartment was empty. She scowled, since there was no way to know
when the brothers would return. It very
well might be five o'clock A.M. the next morning. She couldn't wait around that long. She'd have to go find them.
"Oh, what's this?" she said, spying a stack of
glossy photos. She picked them up and
gasped. "Great
Liberty! This is impossible. That never happened."
There she was, for all appearances joyfully getting banged
doggie style by …well…a dog. German
Shepard, to be exact. But then she
started noticing inconsistencies. Boobs only about 40DDs, not her magnificent 44DDs. Body too skinny. Black hair thinner and too
short.
"The face is put on with a computer," Ms
Americana said, sighing with relief.
"The press will rip this to shreds, with little expected or needed
to be done by Brenda Wade."
"That was our conclusion, too," Bart said from
just behind her. He slammed a super
powered fist into her right kidney, then the left. "Shame, ain't it?"
"Uuuuggghhh," Ms
Americana moaned, staggering away.
"Where you going, Ms A-hole?"
Biff said, and promptly blurred out of sight.
A half second later his fist connected with the point of her chin. She grunted as her head whipped back and feet
left the floor. "Up, up and away,
Ms A!"
"She really fell for you, Bro," Bart said,
grabbing her by the hair and jerking her to stiletto heeled feet. Then he ran her straight into a wall. "Hey, look, one of her tits popped
out. How embarrassing
for her."
"Here, I'll take care of that," Biff said,
grinning. He kicked it into high speed,
and raced straight at the dazed super heroine.
The super fast criminal was almost on her, ready to snatch away her top
as he passed at super speed. But at the
last second she kicked up and connected with his groin. "Uuuuggghhhh!"
"You boys obviously are in serious need of a lesson on
how to properly treat a lady," Ms Americana said, rising to her feet. Thanks to her power belt combined, and working
with, her Aphrodite gened body, she recovered quickly
from injuries that would keep a normal woman down for hours. "And I'm just the woman to do it."
"Yeah, right," Bart said. "You showed us that you are no lady,
Americana, last time we tangled. You
were a prime and proper lady, up until penetration, and then the wet, wild and
wantonly WHORE was freed."
Ms Americana gasped.
That was the single most humiliating day of her life. She never dreamed they would throw the facts
of that day back into her face. Worse
part, just talking and thinking about it made her body tingle and pussy heat
up.
"Yeah, who would've thought you'd be a super whore,
capable of fucking two men into a stupor," Biff said. "But now that we know what you are
capable of, we'll not make that mistake again.
This time, we put your fat ass to work hooking as soon as you're good
and tamed, and eager for the action."
"And we all know you will be VERY ready for the
action, don't we?" Bart said, and wagged his brows at her.
"Yeah about as eager as those poor souls you force to
prostitute themselves for you. Your 'Bilbo Bimbos,' I think you call
them," she said. Ms Americana
indicated the table. "Is that how
you do it? With
CREATED blackmail material?"
"What?
Created?" Biff said.
"I saw the Brenda Wade photos. Those are so obviously doctored it'll never
work. Brenda will not succumb to your
pathetic attempt to force her into prostitution so easily, or shoddily."
Bart shrugged.
"We know. Just
been checking out option, trying to work something up. We'll figure it out, and then she'll be our
second Bilbo Billionaire Bimbo."
Second? Ms Americana
didn't know who was in their stable of girls.
She realized she should've found out first. It might be important.
"Bro, notice the slut hasn't covered her naked
tit?" Biff said, eyes filled with wicked
glee. "And her nipple is rock
hard."
"Huh?" the Queen of Justice said, glancing down
as her hand rose up to cup the naked tit.
The nipple was hard. Of course,
her body was still tingling. Then out
the corner of her eyes she saw Biff blur away as he took off at super speed at
her. Ms Americana didn't hesitate. She sent a powerful roundhouse straight to
the spot she expected Biff's head to be in half a second. "Hai!"
Biff saw it coming, and ducked. Then he cut left, and smashed his fist into
her naked tit, followed by an uppercut to her chin. Once again, her head snapped back and feet
came off the floor. Biff reached down,
grabbed her top, and ripped it off.
"Bastard," Ms Americana groaned, and rolled to
all fours as the two men and super heroine eyed each other warily. "Like most men, you have no respect for
women. I'm going to give you both very
painful lessons in respect."
"No. Two super
powers against one super power. You are
outnumbered, Americana. We win,"
Bart said. "In fact, you have never
defeated us in a fight, fair or otherwise, but we have defeated you."
"And rather handily, too, I might add, Bro," Biff
said. "I think it lasted all of
three minutes, and she was sucking cock and loving it."
Ms Americana's baby blues clouded over as the memories of
that night flooded her fertile mind, senses and libido. Natural lubricants flowed in her tingling
pussy as her chest tightened and nipples hardened even more. But she barely noticed, because all the sights,
smells and tastes of that long, long night of debauchery returned as if they
were still in the middle of it.
The super sexy super heroine charged into battle at seven after
seven that night, and by ten after seven she was beaten, stripped and had cocks
up her pussy and down her throat. It
happened so fast she still wasn't completely sure what exactly happened. By a quarter after, she was climaxed,
de-powered, de-belted and oblivious to anything but their glorious cocks. She was broken and tamed. So damned fast it was humiliating. They fucked her until nine the next
morning. Well, somewhere during that
time they stopped fucking her, and she started fucking them. Ms Americana fucked them unconscious, and won
the battle.
The Queen of Justice swallowed, to loosen the knot in her
throat. To her shame, her body was
preparing for sex. Her belly was filled with a riot of butterflies, and heat infused her
shapely body. So she rose up to her full
six foot one inches, plus five inch stilettos, chin high, naked chest thrust
out, and gave the Bilbo Brothers a withering glare.
"I, Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice, do swear that justice
will be meted out today! You have used
and abused good women too long, so I'll see that you get your just
desserts!"
"And THEN you will begin work as our whore on the
streets," Bart said.
"Vile miscreants!" the vivacious vigilante cried,
and charged them full of rage.
Bart simple put his foot up on the edge of the coffee table
and kicked it with all his considerable strength. The table streaked across the polished
hardwood floors, and smashed into the Queen of Justice's shins.
"Great Liberty!" she cried, and smashed face
first over the coffee table.
Bart grabbed the hair on the back of her head, lifted her
off the floor and slammed her face into the wall. Over and over, until her spectacular body
went limp. With Ms Americana
unconscious, Biff reached over and unfastened her power belt and tossed it in
the corner.
"She won't be needing that
anymore," he said, laughing.
"So true, Bro," Bart said. He released her hair, and Ms Americana
crumbled into a heap at their feet. He
kicked her over onto her belly, then reached down and pulled her red, white and
blue thong down mile long legs.
"Now, let's get this sweet piece of ass tamed, trained and working
on the street."
Bart pushed the statuesque super heroine's legs wide,
lifted her rump up high, and then knelt behind her. Unzipping, he guided his cock to her
shimmering pussy, and pushed in.
"The new Queen of Sluts and Whores is slippery wet,
Bro. She SOOO wanted this," Bart
crowed. "Oh yeah. We are making another super heroine's secret sex
fantasies come true."
She was great. Her
pussy was wet and slippery, meaning nothing to stop him from pushing all the
way inside her, but still sweetly tight.
He watched her silky smooth ass cheeks quiver every time he slammed all
the way back into her, heard her starting to moan and groan wantonly, slowly
returning from la-la land, as she tugged weakly at his hand holding her wrists
together behind her back.
"Great Liberty, I've been captured by the Bilbo
Brothers again!" Ms Americana cried out.
"Ugh, Goddess, give me strength to endure the perversions they are
about to heap upon me."
Biff pulled his pants completely off. He sat in front of her face, then lifted her
head high and scooted beneath.
"No, not that too!" Ms Americana said, baby blues wide. Her luscious body was already afire and
racing toward sexual bliss, and her complete destruction. Seeing his thick cock before her face, half
an inch from her full, glossy red lips, made her mouth water and a most hated
longing rise up deep from within her soul.
She wanted to clamp her mouth shut when he pressed the head of that dick
to her lips, but couldn't muster the strength to fight them with Bart shredding
her willpower doggie style. Almost
without thought, she opened wide. "Goddess…please...forgive….me….Mmmmmmgggghhhh."
"And there she goes," Biff said. "Just like last time. She fights it up until there is cock in
mouth, and then she submits and sucks like a hardcore whore."
SLURP!
"True dat, Bro," Bart
said. "What did it take? From the moment she attacked us, to the
moment Americana here eagerly wrapped her ruby reds around your cock? Two? Three minutes?"
"That long? You
think?" Biff said, and they broke up laughing.
SLURP!
Ms Americana rolled her hot, wet tongue around Biff's cock head,
then swallowed him eagerly, until her nose was pressed
deep into his pubic hair. SLURP!
"Hhhmmmmggggh. Mmmmmmm." She bounced
her head, traveling the full ten inches of his cock each time she went up and
down again. All the while Bart was rocking
her world from behind, pushing her closer and closer to climax.
"She's almost there," Bart said. Americana's red booted feet started kicking,
tapping out a fast staccato on the hardwood floors. "Her pussy is doing that quivering
thing. Oh yeah, baby. Give it up for your daddy! Cum for me baby. Cum NOW!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
she screamed as her soul was burned away by the
granddaddy of climaxes. "Great
Liberty, I have been tamed!"
"SUCK ME!" Biff cried, feeling he was about to
explode with her mouth not on his cock.
Ms Americana didn't hesitate. She gobbled him down, and five seconds later
he erupted inside her. The super sexy super
heroine swallowed and sucked. SLURP!
SLURP! SLURP!
As Bart was releasing the last couple of spurts up her
pussy, and Biff was enjoying how she was cleaning him up, Bart spoke. "We don't make the same mistake as last
time. She's tamed. This is the moment that super heroines'
Aphrodite mind is most vulnerable, the easiest to influence and
manipulate."
"Yeah, she's very pliable and open to suggestion
now," Biff said, stroking her silky soft black hair.
Bart pulled out, and lifted the hapless heroine up and laid
her across the coffee table, face up.
Her head fell back, with nothing to support it. Then he went around, dropped to his knees and
pushed his sticky wet cock into her mouth.
Biff moved between her legs and pushed his cock up her ass. Her back arched, but she only groaned
wantonly otherwise.
They both pounded her hard, for several minutes. Ms Americana was barely capable of coherent
thought. It was beyond glorious. This is what her body longed for and craved
day in and day out, constantly. It was
why she recovered so fast from rapes and sexual de-powerings. She built up sexual frustration FAST due to
her needs, and those pent up frustrations fueled her power belt.
"Uuuuuuuaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"
she screamed around Bart's demanding cock.
Ms Americana climaxed eight more times before they
finished, and came inside her again.
Then she was lifted off the table and pressed against
a wall.
"You belong to us now, Ms Americana," Bart
said. "Understand?"
"Y…ugh…yes. I
belong to you," she said hoarsely.
"You are going to be our whore, and walk the streets for
sex and money," Biff said.
"Yes. I
understand." She licked her full
red lips, and tasted cock and cum. So
she licked again.
"You are weak.
You let us conquer you, so you DESERVE to be a whore," Bart
said. "Understood."
"Yes. I am
unworthy," she said, and something deep down awoke. "I deserve my punishment." But then she thought, <Really?>
Bart and Biff both reached up and took hold of opposing
sides of her blue, star-spangled mask.
She realized then that they might've conquered and tamed her treacherous
body, but they hadn't vanquished her warrior spirit.
"No!" she cried, both hands thrust up before her
face, and the whipped wide and hard.
That move knocked away her captors' hands, leaving her mask in
place. "I defy you! The Warrior Within
DEFIES you!"
She kicked Biff in the nuts, and head butted Bart. A roundhouse took Biff down and then she
charged Bart. He caught her and threw
her overhead and into the wall. She
landed atop her power belt, top and bottoms.
"No! I demand
you stop," Bart cried. But it was
too late. Ms Americana raced out the front
door and he could hear her stilettos loudly clattering down the stairs. Running after her, he saw she was running
down the stairs four and five at time, much faster than he could go. But not faster than Biff. Turning, he found his brother vomiting on the
floor. "Dammit."
Bart slammed the door as he went back inside. They had more bad luck with Ms Americana
AFTER the capture than with anyone else.
But they would make plans. Good
plans. Next time, that slippery super
heroine wouldn't escape them.
It took a good hour to clean up. They were in a foul mood when Larry showed
up. The private eye wasn't doing much
but taking their money. Bart was looking
for someone to take his frustrations out on, and that two-bit private detective
might be just the one to take it out on.
"Larry. You
have something for us?" Bart said, his voice low
and dangerous. His eyes narrowed. "We're finished playing games. If you don't have something GOOD, then it's
going to get ugly. Very
ugly."
Larry was a rat-like man.
He was barely five foot five, with a pear-shaped body reminiscent of a
rat's body, large nose and beady eyes.
There wasn't a physically violent bone in Larry's body, because even the
girls could whip his butt. But being
small and relatively helpless honed his sense of danger to a keen edge.
Swallowing hard, Larry opened his briefcase and prayed they
would be satisfied with what he had. It
was good. He believed it was
priceless. He almost touched himself he
was so excited when he realized what he had.
"You asked for blackmail material on Brenda
Wade," he said. "I'll tell
you, it wasn't easy. All practical
purposes, she leads a sterling life. She
walks the walk, and talks the talk."
"So?" Biff said.
"Soooo, it wasn't easy. But, even good girls act badly
sometimes," he said, and snickered.
"The thirty-four year old virgin definitely isn't."
"Isn't what?" Bart said.
"A virgin."
"That's all you have!" Biff cried, fists
clenching and unclenching.
"NO!" Larry cried, eyes
wide. He quickly handed over the file he
stole from the very exclusive, Wade Family Clinic. "Read that and know joy."
"It's a stupid medical file," Bart said.
"Read the name on it," Larry said.
"Brenda Wade. So?"
"Yes, Brenda Wade. Saintly, no pre-marital sex
Brenda. No drinking and driving
Brenda. Boys are only trouble,
Brenda," Larry said. "I've had
ten abortions in sixteen years Brenda Wade."
"WHAT!?!" the Bilbo Brothers cried.
"The holier-than-thou, mega virtuous Brenda Wade is
having an abortion about every one and a half years," Larry said. "Oh, some will be pleased. She isn't prejudice at all. She's aborted three white babies. Three black babies. Two Hispanic babies. And two Asian babies. An equal opportunity aborter."
"Oh my God, Brenda Wade is secretly a WHORE!"
Bart cried.
"We got her!" Biff said,
smacking his lips as his cock stiffened a tad.
#
# # # #
Brenda sat at her huge custom desk, in her sprawling office
high atop Wade Towers. She sipped hot
tea and studied contracts. Okay, she
pretended to study contracts. All she
could think about was the fiasco in Sugar Town that morning.
"I am so lucky to have escaped," she muttered.
There was a luxury apartment behind her office, so Ms
Americana hurried over from the Bilbo Brother's apartment, and went up the
private elevator. First, she
showered. Then she changed into Brenda
Wade's designer clothes and went to her office as if nothing untoward had
happened.
The sexy billionaire businesswoman didn't wear her normal
work clothes. After her ordeal with the
brothers, her body wouldn't stand for it.
So she put on dark, black silk hose, held up by lacy black garter belt,
and feet stuffed into six inch stiletto platform pumps. The black silk skirt was shorter than
professional. Brenda skipped her usual
blouse, and only wore a lacy black bra under her silk suite jacket. She piled her shimmering mass of black hair
atop her head, with carefully arranged tendrils falling about her gorgeous
face.
First thing, Brenda cleared her afternoon
appointments. She didn't want to be
bothered. She had a lot of thinking to
do. There had to be a way to defeat the
Bilbo Brothers. All she could come up
with, though, was somehow separating them and taking them down one at a
time. But they rarely split up.
"Oh, there's a way, and I have to find it," she
said. "Those boys are after me,
now. And Ms Americana. I'll have to be on my best behavior until
they are safely jailed."
Around three a commotion erupted in the reception area of
her office. She pressed the intercom,
"Cindy, what's the problem out there?"
"Two men are demanding to see you, Ms Wade. They are very insistent, so I've had to call
security," Cindy said, sounding highly stressed.
Brenda was about to click off the intercom when she heard
Bart Bilbo's angry voice. "If Wade
doesn't see us, she will regret is. Oh,
how she will regret it."
Brenda thought about the pictures. Ewww. A
dog? They were just disgusting,
but she knew it was a fake and knew they had little confidence it would
work. But they were hell bent on trying,
anyway. She had to admire their
tenacity.
"Send them in, Cindy.
I'll handle them," Brenda said.
Bart and Biff stormed in through the double doors seconds
later, security hot on their tails. There
really wasn't anything the boys in Wade Security could do to the Bilbo
Brothers, but they would try.
"Security, please, let me handle this. Please wait outside in reception. You can escort these gentlemen out once I'm
through with them," she said. She
watched as the ten security guards slowly backed out, eyeing the brothers
venomously. Once the door was closed, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her
long, long legs. The Bilbo Brothers
dropped their eyes and gawked at her legs a long second. "Now, boys, what is the meaning of
this? I know who and what you are, so
you are most definitely NOT welcome in my presence. Speak your piece and get out."
The Bilbo Brothers were actually wearing suits and
ties. She wasn't impressed. They still looked like ill educated thugs.
"We need you to hurry over to the Royal Arms, Room
1313, and do a job for us," Bart said.
"We promised a very rich, very powerful man we could entice you to
join him for a tryst. We're running a
little late, so if you'd be so kind…."
"Really? Are you making a joke?" Brenda
said. Her baby blues narrowed behind the
glasses she didn't need. Those glasses
were almost as much Brenda's mask as Ms Americana's mask. "You're not funny. You well know my stand on prostitution, and
the filthy pimps that force those poor whores to sell their bodies. I detest you."
"Maybe this will change your mind," Biff said,
and tossed a large envelope onto her desk.
The Bilbo Brothers projected supreme confidence she would
submit. It really annoyed her. So she reached down with perfectly manicured
hands and picked up the envelope. It
seemed considerably heavier than the photos she found. So they had a lot more material than she
found. No matter how many poorly
executed photo-manips they had, she was not going to
submit to their will.
But it wasn't photos she pulled out.
"What's this?"
Suddenly Biff was standing beside her. She didn't even see him move. It startled her, and she gasped. That pleased him. Then he unzipped right beside her.
"That is your medical records from the Wade Family
Clinic, that abortion clinic you own," Biff sneered.
"Oh no!"
"That's right, slut.
If we release those records you will be destroyed," Biff said. "Your company will go belly up, because
all your customers and clients EXPECT you to be the virtuous Brenda, not the
super slut Brenda. Everyone will turn
their back on you, especially all those broken-hearted, formerly adoring young
girls who wanted to be just like you."
"No. No. No.
This is wrong," Brenda said, unable to think straight. How did they find out? More important, how did they get those
records? "There's…there's… there's
got to be a mistake…I…Oh."
Biff's dick poked her face.
She looked up at him, mouth open in shock.
"Suck it, or we release it to the press. Right now," Biff said.
There was no mercy in Biff's eyes. Her body was already filled
with searing heat. She totally skipped
the butterflies. After all they'd
already fucked her stupid once that day.
Brenda realized her mistake too late.
Having been fucked, she was vulnerable. And add to that they had real blackmail
evidence, and she couldn't think of anything to do.
"If I suck you, you'll leave the evidence and
leave?" she asked.
"Yes."
Brenda nodded, and wrapped her glossy red lips around his
cock head, and commenced to give him incredible head. Her hands cupped his balls, raking the ball
sack with long red nails. What she
didn't know was Bart was video recording the whole thing.
Biff came quickly, filling her mouth with creamy
humiliation. She swallowed and looked up
at Bart, and then discovered it had all been recorded. Biff stepped back as he stuffed his cock back
inside his pants.
Bart said, picking up the envelope and folder, and putting
everything back in his briefcase, "Brenda, our client is waiting. You have less than ten minutes to get
there. If you are late, we will release
the video I just recorded minus the sound." He threw a business card on her desk. "Come to us at this address when you are
through."
"He paid for four hours. Ten thousand dollars. Don't forget to collect the money when you
finish," Biff said.
"Ten thousand?"
"That's what Brenda Wade goes for," Bart
said. "Two
thousand an hour, with a four hour minimum and a two thousand dollar bonus. Mandatory."
"See you later, babe," Biff said as they strode
out the door.
"Sweet Goddess! What have I done?" Brenda cried, leaping
to her feet and heading for the private elevator. Seconds later she was
headed down, fishing for the keys to her Mercedes Benz in her
purse. Then, keys in hand, she
paused. "After this…this…TRICK,
I'll go to them. But
not as Brenda Wade. Ms Americana
will deal with those two reprobates."
She made the trip from Wade Towers to the Royal Arms in
record time. Brenda still had to hurry,
but arrived at Room 1313 with less than a minute to spare. She paused to take a deep breath, then knocked on the door.
<Damned Bilbo Brothers didn't give me even a half a
second to think about what I'm doing, or consider options,> she
thought. <They're smarter than I
thought. I'll have to be more
careful.>
The door opened. "Right on time.
Always so punctual, Brenda," King Pimp said.
Brenda just gawked at him.
The king of pimps in Delta City HIRED her from another pimp? There was no questions
as to why he'd want to hire her. Brenda
had been ragging on the police, Vice in particular, to raid and arrest King
Pimp for years.
King Pimp, real name Anthony Patrick, was a six foot seven
inch African American, with thick muscles and a foot long cock. Some people in Sugar Town called his cock
"Bitch Tamer #1." He went into
the pimping business the same year Brenda became Americana, though he was three
years her senior. He was wearing only a
blue satin dressing robe.
"I…I…," Brenda stammered.
"Come inside, Brenda," King Pimp said. He stepped back and waved her in. Brenda walked past him, not knowing what else
to do. The situation was going from bad
to worse fast. She thought she would be
doing a rival business man, bent on sexual revenge, maybe hoping to tame her
wild spirit and thus get a better deal with her. "Why?"
"Why am I hiring you?
Or why you?" King Pimp said, smirking. "But Brenda, we've been FRIENDS for so
long. You must've known I wanted to FUCK
you stupid since the day I saw you?"
"Oh."
"And the fires of my desire were only stoked by all
the wonderful things you continuously say about me in public," he said. "Now, my titanic titted lovely, I'm
spending a lot of money to fuck you, and time is a-ticking. Let's get it on."
"What?...Yes….Well,
uh…," Brenda stammered, looking all around the sprawling, well appointed
suite. Now that he'd asked to begin the dirty
deed, her heart was racing, pounding harder than she could ever recall. Breathing was labored,
and her throat had a massive knot in it.
On top of it all, her mind was in a whirl and she couldn't think
straight. "You…um…get in bed and
I'll…I'll go …get undressed."
"No, for the price I am paying, I'll undress
you," King Pimp said, moving up close.
He lifted her chin with a finger, loving the way her full, glossy red
lips quivered, and how her baby blue eyes widened as they locked onto his
eyes. "And from now on, I give the
orders. Don't hesitate obeying, or I'll
be forced to punish you."
"Oh my."
King Pimp grabbed her upper arms, holding her steady, and
leaned down to kiss her. Brenda gasped,
her head rolled back and tilted, lips parted.
Their lips met, and it was instant passion for both.
"Uuuuummmmmmmmmmmggggggghhh,"
Brenda groaned. It was a groan of
pleasure, and they both knew it. It
shamed her, but she couldn't stop it.
She blamed the Bilbo Brothers for firing up her body to white hot levels. It took days, sometimes more than a week to
fully recover from sex for Brenda. She
hadn't even begun to reconstruct her emotional shields after that morning's
taming. "Mmmmmmggghh."
King Pimp's big hands began to explore her luscious body as
they kissed. Before she knew it her suit
jacket was removed, revealing the lacy black bra
beneath. She felt his hands go to the
back of her skirt, and unzipped it.
Brenda moaned as the skirt silkily slithered down her long legs, to pool
at her stiletto heeled feet.
Brenda's lips were finally released,
and King Pimp stepped back to look her over.
"Gorgeous! Does
anyone know you dress so sexy underneath it all?"
"Only you," she said. He stepped up, dropped to one knee and pulled
her lacy black thong down, making her step out of it. King Pimp sniffed it, and then stuffed it
into the pocket of his robe. "Souvenir?"
"Of course. I am going to have it displayed under the
sexiest picture of you I can find, with today's date on it," he said. "I'll never forget the day I NAILED
Brenda Fucking Wade in every orifice of her shapely body."
"Ah," she said, bitterly. "A true
romantic."
"To the bitter end," he said, and laughed. "Now, lift your arms and start turning
slowly. I want to see every square inch
of that scantily clad body before I jump your bones."
The sexy billionaire complied. Though it was shamefully
demeaning, Brenda found it strangely exhilarating and sexy to display herself
before that vile pimp. He was a man who
traded in female flesh, and saw and had many women everyday. And he was clearly excited and aroused by
her.
As she slowly turned before him, hips swaying sexily as she
did so, King Pimp's legendary foot long dong began to rise. It pushed out from under the robe, parting it
in front until it pointed straight at her.
Her throat tightened even more, mouth watering, pussy tingling and belly
full of enraged butterflies.
"Now, take off the bra," King Pimp said.
Reaching back, she unfastened it. Her heavy tits dropped immediately, jostling
nicely for her john. Brenda tossed the
bra atop the rest of her clothes. To
King Pimp's delight, her nipples were hard as rocks, jutting out.
King Pimp untied his robe, and shrugged it off. Brenda bit her lower lip. It was time.
She was about to consummate an illegal trade. She was about to turn her first trick, and
official become a prostitute. Of course,
she knew it would be her ONLY trick, but King Pimp would always know.
"So," Brenda said, trying to push fear and dread
aside and put on a brave front. She
knelt before him. "I suppose the
first orifice of my body to be used will be my mouth."
"No," he said, and pulled her to her feet. "Though it is nice to see you aren't
going to fight anything I ask for, and even better to see how eager you are to
suck my dick."
"Oh you pig!"
King Pimp took her by hand, and led her to the large
bed. He got her up onto it, and joined
her promptly. He didn't waste any time
consummating, either. The pimp rolled on
top of her, claiming her sweet lips again as he hands roamed her statuesque
body. Brenda moaned and groaned,
writhing beneath him. He quickly kissed
his way down to her tits, and sucked in a hyper sensitive nipple.
"Oh Goddess," she cried.
Butterflies were gone.
Intense erotic heat filled her body, and she felt the first real tinges
of her coming orgasm. Her legs spread
wide, and he slipped easily in between them.
They both groaned when she took his twelve inch cock in hand. Brenda guided him straight up to her
quivering pussy, and King Pimp pushed deep inside.
"Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh,
Goddess," Brenda cried.
"Big. Big. Oh so big.
Uuggh…stretching
me. Oh yes. Stretch me, baby."
Brenda's mile long, shapely legs spread even wider, making
a wide V, knees locked. King Pimp pumped
in and out, hard and fast, all the while sucking on, pinching, squeezing and
otherwise enjoying her 44DDs.
"I can't…oh…I ….am…CUMMING!" she cried, and it
exploded deep within her belly. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh Goddess! Oh Goddess!"
King Pimp spent the next hour forcing one orgasm after
another, until she was limp in his arms, her body shimmering with sweat and
panting fast. Then he flipped her to all
fours, pulled out and pushed up into her poop chute.
"Yeow!" she cried. "Oh Goddess. You're too big!"
That only encouraged the wicked pimp. He laughed and really started banging her
jiggling butt. Her back arched, and he
reached around and grabbed two big hands full of firm titty meat. She groaned wantonly, starting to buck and
grind into his cock.
"I can't….Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Goddess!
Mercy! Aaaaiiieeeeeee!"
King Pimp starting slapping her ass with
his right hand.
SMACK!
"Who's your daddy?"
"You are!"
SMACK!
"Who's your daddy!"
SMACK!
"You're my daddy, King Pimp!" Brenda cried. "Your my
daddy! Your my BIG
daddy!"
SMACK!
"You love my cock?"
"I love my Big Daddy's cock! I love it!
I love it!"
That went on for a good thirty minutes, then he changed it
up.
SMACK!
"Who do you love?"
"I love my Big Daddy."
"Who's your Big Daddy?"
"You are! King
Pimp is my Big Daddy!" Brenda cried.
"I love King Pimp! I love
King Pimp! Oh, Goddess, I really do love
King Pimp!"
"Good girl," King Pimp said, and finally creamed
her ass. "Very
good girl, Brenda."
King Pimp slowly pulled his huge black cock out of Brenda's
firm white ass. He paused to watch how
her pussy quivered below the still open sphincter. Cum dribbled from both ass and pussy, sliding
down her firm white thighs.
"Lick me clean, Brenda. And make it pretty," King Pimp
commanded, and laughed.
"Anything you want, Big Daddy," Brenda said. She took his cum and pussy juiced slathered
cock in hand and gave his a firm stroke.
More cum oozed out, and she licked it up. "Mmmmm,
delicious." Brenda then
wrapped her lips around the head, and sucked him in all the way. At least as much of his
foot long monster cock as she could handle. SLURP! SLURP!
SLURP! "Mmmmmm."
Brenda Wade, the richest woman in the state, most powerful
woman in Delta City and the East Coast, spent the next forty-five minutes
enthusiastically licking, sucking and slurping on King Pimp's cock and balls. She managed, to her great delight, to make
him cum two more times.
After that, King Pimp spent the rest of his four hours with
Brenda fucking her in all her orifices again, but not in the bed. He fucked her on the floor. He fucked her in the chair. Brenda was sprawled across the table and
fucked twice, then taken into the shower where they finished up their tryst
with a good, clean, wet and wild titty fucking.
"Well, King Pimp, I hope I performed to your
satisfaction," Brenda said, feeling all violated and abused after some
alone time to redress and reapply her makeup.
Unfortunately, there was nothing much she could do with her hair, so it
hung loose and still damp, parted down the middle. She tried to keep it professional, since she
was feeling extremely vulnerable towards him at the moment. So she held out her exquisitely manicured
hand, and said, "That'll be ten thousand, please."
"Very satisfied, Brenda. You are a consummate professional, at
everything you do," King Pimp said.
He pulled out a small briefcase and opened it. "It's all there. Ten thousand dollars in one
hundred dollar bills. Count it if
you like."
"I trust you," Brenda said, and snapped it
closed. She raised a single, black
eyebrow at him. A very
haughty look. "It's been a
pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Patrick."
"Likewise, Ms Wade," he said. "Until next
time."
"There will be no next time."
With that, Brenda left.
She hurried out to her car. There
wasn't much time for her to return to her office, dress back up as Ms
Americana, and then go over to the Bilbo Brother's apartment and kick their vile
butts. Of course, she'd have to do it
without the use of her super powers, since after a day being fucked stupid by
first the brother, and then King Pimp, she'd be lucky if she regained her
powers in the next week.
"Hello, Brenda, is that for us?" Bart said.
Brenda froze, five feet from her car. Bart was standing beside the driver side
door. Biff stepped up behind her and
pulled the money from her hand. A long,
black limo slowly pulled up behind them and stopped. Biff grabbed her wrist and opened the door as
Bart moved up next to her.
"I thought you were going to wait for me in Sugar
Town?" Brenda said, looking back and forth between her two pimps.
"We didn't trust you," Biff said. He got into the limo, dragging Brenda in
behind him. Bart scooted in on the other
side of her, leaving Brenda the center of a Bilbo sandwich. Biff tapped the briefcase. "I trust you counted it."
"Uh, no," she said. "I seriously doubt King Pimp would short
you."
"Never trust criminals," Bart said.
"You are both criminals," Brenda said.
"I rest my case," Bart said, and the brothers
laughed.
"You should've been a lawyer, Bro," Biff said.
"Fine. We've established that your jokes stink, and
that you can't be trusted," Brenda said.
"What next? Haven't you done
enough? I admit it. You win.
You defeated me, and I submitted to your victory humiliation by whoring
myself off to the man I despise above all others. I admit defeat, and promise to never bother
you again. Can I go now?"
"Bro, the bitch don't
understand," Biff said, shaking his head woefully.
"I see that, Bro," Bart said. He reached over slipped his hand inside
Brenda's jacket, and cupped a fat tit.
"Honey, we did all this to force you to obey us. So we can turn you into one of our Bilbo
Bimbo hookers."
"It ain't over, babe," Biff said. "It's just beginning."
"You're our newest and biggest Bilbo billionairess Bimbo," Bart said, leering down at her. He reached down between her legs and ran his
hand up her thigh, to her naked pussy.
Then he began to finger her clit.
"We're on our way back to Sugar Town now, where you will begin
walking the streets for us."
"Huuggghhh," Brenda
groaned, her libido coming to full boil almost immediately. "You pigs."
"Not only do we have your medical records, and video of
you sucking off my cock in your own office," Biff sneered, grabbing a
handful of silky black hair and yanking her head back. "But we now have four hours of
audio-video of you and King Pimp."
"Oh Goddess NO!"
"Oh Goddess YES," Bart said, and laughed. "It is very clearly a call girl job, and
you asked for, received and accepted cash payment for services rendered. You are a bona fide hooker, baby."
Bart pulled her up on his lap, facing him. He unzipped and pulled out his cock. Then he lifted her up, and impaled her upon that
meaty shaft. Brenda's head rolled back,
eyes closed, lips parted and she GROANED wantonly. She started riding him without
prompting. She hated herself for it, but
her body knew what to do, and wanted to do it.
"You have a choice to make, Brenda," Bart
said. "You can cooperate, and we'll
cut you a sweet deal. Or you can fight
us, and we make you our utter sex slave whore.
Which will it be?"
"What kind…of…ugh…sweet deal," she groaned out,
her mind already whirling from the cock on puss action.
"You keep your day job, we say NOTHING, and then you
work for us every night," Bart said.
"You'll get nights off for charity balls and other
such things," Biff said. "Got
to keep up appearances, you know?"
"Yeah…appearances," she gasped out. Brenda licked her lips, then
gawked at the brothers. They were
serious. She was also on the verge of
climax. "Okay. I'll
cooperate."
"Good decision," Bart said.
While Bart fucked her, Biff pulled her head over and forced
her to give him a blow job. Both brothers
creamed her just before they reached their destination. Then Brenda was pulled out
of the limo by Bart, who led her straight into the Happy Hookers Hotel. They already had a room on the second floor
rented for her. Her hooker clothes were laid out on the small bed.
Brenda had to squeeze into a one-piece, shiny, metallic red
mini dress. They let her keep the six
inch stiletto platform pumps. Then she was put to work.
Brenda worked until three that morning, then spent the night in Biff's
bed.
# # # # #
"Yes! Yes! Yes!
Oh, baby, yes!" Brenda cried.
She was flat on her back, boobs sloshing wildly as the big Latino drug
pusher fucked her with all he had.
"You're the best, baby! Cum
for momma, baby! Yes!"
And he gushed into her.
"Oh, yesssss," Brenda
groaned. "You wore me out,
baby."
He pulled out, and she rolled to her knees. Bilbo Bimbos ALWAYS gave a courtesy tongue
bath after every job. Biff said it kept
the johns coming back for more. So she
licked and sucked until he was cleaner leaving than when he arrived.
She cleaned up with a whore bath at the sink, while he
dressed. Then they returned to the lobby
arm in arm. In the lobby, she kissed him
on the corner of the mouth and sent him on his happy way. Then she sauntered over to Biff, slapped the
fifty she just earned in his hand, waited for him to slap her ass and headed
back to the street.
Stepping out into the hot summer air, she glanced at the
nearby University Clock Tower, and saw it was ten until two in the
morning. Another hour and she could call
it a long night. It was already slowing
down. Tanya and Angela were laughing and
joking at the corner. Tanya was in all
white mini and pumps, while the brothers always made Angela wear purple or
lavender. Tonight Angela was wearing
lavender latex mini dress and matching thigh boots. Axanna had the night off for a stockholders
function. All of the other Bilbo Bimbos
worked days.
Brenda scowled to recall how Ashley Vanderholm and Annette
Graham hooted with wicked glee when she was brought down by
the Bilbo Brothers. Neither woman
liked being a part time whore, but it delighted them when others fell victim to
the brothers blackmail.
That was three months back, late spring. She'd worked seven days a week, from six at
night to three in the morning. No
weekends off. Indeed, weekend frequently
meant she had to come to work from noon to three in the morning, or work frat
parties and other group sex type jobs. Occasionally, the one or both brothers would
pick a girl or two to party with them. More sex. Usually
involved girl on girl sex shows. Brenda
and Tanya seemed to be their favorite pairing.
Brenda walked over to the other girls. She was wearing all black leather: studded
halter top, matching thong and thigh boots with spurs. It was the outfit the brothers liked her to
wear most of the time. Indeed, it had
become her "signature" outfit.
But she did rather like how her boots clicked and jingled when she
walked.
"Wazzup?"
Angela said. "How
you hangin', Ho?"
Brenda stopped in her steps. "What?
Why are you talking like an uneducated whore all of a sudden?"
The other two laughed.
"That's what my last john wanted," she said. "More than sex, even. He was an old, decrepit white guy. Rich.
I fucked him for two hundred."
"Yeah, that's why the brothers love you best,"
Brenda said. "You put in that extra
effort."
"Ha. You're
funnier than that outfit," Angela said.
"Hmmm," Brenda said, looking herself over
critically. "I used to agree with
that, but it's kind of grown on me. I
like it now."
"So the brothers will probably change it up,"
Tanya said.
"True dat," Angela
said, and she and Tanya broke up laughing again.
"Have you two been drinking again?" Brenda said,
one eyebrow raised in disapproval.
"Like sailors," Tanya said, and fished out a
small bottle of vodka from her purse.
"Want some?"
"No. A chance
to escape this living hell might come at any second. I intend to be ready," Brenda said. A car started to slow down at it approached
them. "Heads up. Hey baby, looking for a
date?"
"Such a hard worker," Angela snickered.
"That's why she's pimps' pet," Tanya said, and
they giggled.
Brenda ignored them.
Truth was, she hated being second best at
anything. If she was a hooker, then
she'd be the best, hardest working hooker in the state. She earned the most money for the brothers
every night, and she was rather proud of that fact, too.
"How much?" the middle aged man asked nervously.
"Fifty."
"Okay. Get
in."
"We use the hotel behind me," she said.
"I only have the fifty," he said. "I can't afford the room, unless you
want to take it off your price."
"Bye-bye, baby," she said and walked away. "Cheap bastard."
"Whore!" and he drove away.
"That pisses me off!" Brenda growled. "I'm sick and tired of being a
whore. I want out."
"So do we all, babe, but the brothers own us, body and
soul," Tanya said.
"Yep, and they don’t let us forget it, either,"
Angela said.
"Forget?" Brenda said. An idea formed in her mind, and left her
almost giddy. "What if they forgot
we worked for them? What if they forgot
everything?"
"They're not going to forget."
"I have some powerful drugs that say otherwise,"
Brenda said.
"But you're de-powered," Tanya said. "And they have super strength and
speed."
"I've been giving that some thought, too," Brenda
said. "I have an idea on how to
reenergize my powers."
The other two former heroines were too afraid to help
her. The brothers had too much on them,
since they knew they were also Got Gal and Lady Midnight. Brenda didn't blame them. If Bart and Biff knew she was Ms Americana
she might not chance it either. Of
course, if she failed, then they very well might capture her in costume, and it
wouldn't be long before they unmasked her.
Then she'd be in the same predicament as the other three sexy super
heroines.
Knowing it was her last night,
Brenda turned three more tricks before calling it a night. Luck being as it is, her last job wanted
extra time, and had the cash to pay for it.
So she didn't get out of there until four-thirty that morning. But she felt energized as she drove home,
ready for anything.
First thing, Brenda undressed and crawled up atop her
bed. She pulled out a vibrating dildo, and
went to work. She quickly worked herself
up into a frenzy, then raced off to get a cold
shower. Calmed, she returned and started
with the dildo again. It took five
hours, but Brenda found herself a boiling cauldron of pent up sexual frustrations. Just like the good ole days.
After her shower, Brenda went straight to her hidden room
behind her closet.
"My Goddess, I've missed you," Brenda said when
she saw her Ms Americana costume waiting.
She put on her boots first, then
pulled up the thong bottoms. Then came the top, followed by the tiara and mask. After she put on the earrings and choker, she
pulled on her red gauntlet gloves. Last,
as always, came the golden power belt.
"Oh, yes.
Yes," Ms Americana groaned as she felt the heady feel of super
power surge through her statuesque body.
"It's good to be back."
At eleven that morning, Ms Americana left
Wade Manor, heading for a date with destiny.
The Queen of Justice got as close to Cummins street as
safe. She didn't want to be spotted and have the Bilbo Brothers alerted. It was much harder sneaking up on them in
full daylight, but Brenda was expected on the job well
before nightfall. It was broad daylight
or never. She carried a special medical
kit, filled with the drugs she needed to erase someone's memory, and a rope.
"Perfect," Ms Americana said, peeking around a
corner and spotting Bart out front of the hotel, watching over his turf. That meant Biff was inside collecting the
money from the girls. She watched Ashley
Vanderholm bartering with a young black man, then they
struck a deal and went upstairs. None of
the other five society girls they had on days were anywhere to be seen, so presumably were upstairs on their backs or
knees. "The coast is clear."
The Bilbo Brothers lived on the top floor of the building
across from the Happy Hooker Hotel. It
gave them a fine view of their Bilbo Bimbos working their sweet round asses off
for them. The super sexy super heroine
snuck into the alley, and hurried up to the back of that building. She then used her superior strength and
skills to throw the grappling hook up atop the five story building. In no time she shimmied up the side of that
building and was outside one of the brother's windows.
The super strong super heroine pried open
a window with ease and slipped inside.
She moved slowly through the apartment, the only sound the clicking of
her boots on the hardwood. She carefully
started searching for the blackmail material.
It had to be in there somewhere.
It took about ninety minutes, but she hit pay dirt.
"Yes!" she cried.
It was all in a trunk. Easy to transport. No
mess. Simple. "The Bilbo Brothers aren't the brightest
candles on the cake."
"Brighter than you, Ameri-twit," Biff said.
The Queen of Justice froze, glanced over her shoulder and
spotted Biff, Bart and Ashley. Biff and
Bart looked angry. Ashley looked quite
pleased with herself. Of course,
relations between Ms Americana and the Vanderholms were never friendly.
"See? I told
you I saw a shadow in the window," Ashley said.
"I'm here to help rescue you from sexual
bondage," Ms Americana said.
"What are you, an idiot or something?" Ashley
said. Her blue eyes narrowed and she
pointed an accusing finger at the Queen of Justice. "If they are arrested, then the fact
that we'd been hooking for them will come out in the trial. Evidence or not. I'll be ruined."
Ms Americana shrugged.
Ruining Ashley would just be the icing on the cake.
"Justice must be served," Ms Americana said.
"The only justice to be served today will be Street
Justice, Ms Americana," Bart said, smacking his fist into his hand. "And as judge and jury, we sentenced you
to a proper ass whipping, followed by sexual slavery."
"You know, I thought about that, but after further
review of my schedule, I just can't do it," Ms Americana said. "Sorry, boys, but the party is
over."
Biff blurred. The
vivacious vigilante kicked straight up, and caught the super fast pimp in the
chin. She was aiming for the balls, but
had a hard time judging when he was so fast.
But any strike was good. Biff
staggered back as she moved on Bart.
Bart had to dodge around Biff, so she was able to get
inside his guard. Ms Americana slammed a
right cross into his face, spinning him around.
Bart lashed out with a backhand, smashing into the side of her
head. Both went down with a grunt. Ms Americana immediately rolled to all fours
and glared at her foes.
"You boys have filled me with so much rage, I cannot
be stopped," the sexy super heroine said.
"I will enjoy beating you two into pulp. I will savor every single blow."
<I have to take them out fast,> Ms Americana
thought. <I cannot fight both for
very long. History has shown me
that.>
The Bilbo Brothers were between her and the door. Ashley was somewhere beyond that door. Probably was running away in dread, knowing
her perfectly little world was about to come crashing down upon her. She'd have to be caught, and quickly. Her and Annette had
to have their minds wiped, too. Then the
brothers climbed to their feet and stole of her attention.
Ms Americana understood the brothers better than they knew,
since being their whore for three months.
Biff would attack first with his superior speed to disorient her, then Bart would come in for the killing blow. Take out Biff, and their scheme falls apart,
just like it did a few minutes ago.
Biff's body language said he was about to attack. She reached aback and grabbed the
curtains. They were long curtains,
too. A good eight feet
long, and of good strong material.
Biff blurred and she jumped forward and to her feet with the curtains
trailing. Any second now Biff would
racing into the curtains, and become entangled, or at
least tripped up. She would pounce
immediately.
"Wait," Ms Americana said. Biff didn't become
entangled. He seized the
curtains, and raced around in a circle around her. At lightning speed. In two seconds flat the sexy super heroine
found herself wrapped up tightly in curtain, arms bound tightly to body. "Great Liberty! No!"
"But YES!" Biff cried,
one end of the curtains in hand.
"Do you get dizzy?"
"Huh?"
Biff vanished again, pulling the curtains suddenly. Standing on polished hardwood in stiletto
boots, the hapless heroine didn't have enough purchase to stop it. She instantly began spinning like a top. Super fast.
"Eeeeeeeeoooooowwwwwwwww!"
she cried. The spinning stopped, and Ms
Americana began staggering around in a circle, unable to stop herself. Five seconds later, she fell and began
clawing at the floor, unable to tell up from down. "Oooooooooo."
Seconds later the brothers each grabbed an upper arm and
dragged her out into the living room.
Ashley was there, pacing and fretting.
She was overjoyed to see they had defeated Ms Americana. Again.
"Now the best part. We fuck her into submission," Biff said.
"My favorite part, Bro," Bart said.
"Wait," Ashley said. "Don't be fools. You've got to --"
"Shut up, woman!" Bart shouted. "Don't you call us fools again. We caught your
ass and made you our slave. That means
we're smarter than you. Stupid bitch."
Ms Americana was forced to her
knees before Bart. He unzipped and
grinned down at her.
"Suck it, whore," Bart commanded.
"Yes, master," Ms Americana said.
"You hear that, Bro?
Americana called me MASTER," Bart said.
Ms Americana rose up on her knees, opened wide and reached
out for his cock. But she grabbed his
ball sack instead. And
twisted. Twisted
HARD and violently."
"Uuuuuggggggggghhhhhhheeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiii!"
Bart screamed.
She jumped to her feet and karate chopped Biff in the
throat. He clutched at this throat. She punched him between the eyes, and put his
lights out. Then she did the same to
Bart.
"Done," Ms Americana said, still a little dizzy. "Whew!"
"What have you done?" Ashley said, looking at the
unconscious men aghast. "I'll be
ruined."
Ms Americana just shook her head. All Ashley cared about was herself. So instead of answering her, Ms Americana
picked up a pair of handcuffs and snapped them on Biff's wrists.
"Find me another pair of cuffs, Ashley. And hurry," Ms Americana commanded. "Bart won't stay out for long."
Moments later, "Here."
"Thanks," she said, accepting the cuffs. The sexy super heroine leaned over Bart,
rolled him onto his belly, and started to put the cuffs on. But then Ashley pulled her thong bottoms
aside, to expose her pussy.
"Hey!" Something long
and hard penetrated her nether lips, and was pushed
hard and deep. "What the …. Uuuuuuuuugggggggghhh!"
What the statuesque super heroine had thought was a dildo,
proved to be a vibrator. Ashley laughed
as intense erotic pleasure ripped through her tall, luscious body. Within seconds her oversexed body was pushed over the top, and a monster climax claimed her
mind and body.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!"
As the climax exploded within her body, Ms Americana felt
Ashley snap a cuff on her left wrist, pull it back behind her back before
pulling her right wrist back and locking it in the handcuffs. Another climax brought her to her knees.
"Idiot," Ashley said, and slapped the sexy super
babe. Then she freed Biff of his cuffs
and started rousing the brothers.
"Get up, boys, and learn something."
Bart and Biff woke up to find Ms Americana on her knees
before them, handcuffed and climaxing over and over and over. Ashley stood behind the shapely super
heroine, one hand deep within her silky soft black hair, to keep the Queen of
Justice from falling in her hedonistic rapture.
"How did you boys catch and lose this self-absorbed,
brainless super bimbo twice? Three times if you count a few minutes ago?" Ashley
said. She gave them a smug look. "Because you are
fools. That's how. It's easy to keep a heroine after you catch
her. Just remember, the first thing to do it NOT fuck her stupid, but you have to UNMASK
her!"
With that, Ashley reached down and pulled off Ms
Americana's mask.
"Oh my God!" Ashley
cried. "Brenda Wade?"
"Yes!" the brothers crowed.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh! I…Aaaaaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!"
"Hmmm, Ms Americana seems to be quite pleased with her
new status in life as your absolute sex slave," Ashley said. "It couldn't have happened to a more
deserving person than Brenda Wade."
"I agree," Bart said. He pulled Ms Americana to her feet by her
hair. "Let's go into the living
room and celebrate our victory over Truth, Justice and the most Obnoxious super
heroine to ever live."
"Party time, Bro!" Biff
said. "But Ash gets first rights,
since she's the one that actually caught and unmasked her."
"So true, Bro. So true," Bart said. He grinned at Ashley. "But we get to watch."
"I'm so glad I wore black leather today," Ashley
laughed.
In the living room, they moved the coffee table out of the
way so the brothers could sit on the couch and watch Ashley and Ms Americana up
close and personal. The vivacious
vigilante fell to her knees once released.
The boys sat, and Ashley took control of the helpless heroine. The sexy blonde cupped a red, white and blue
sheathed tit, lowered her lips to Ms Americana's, and kissed her passionately.
"MMmmmmmmmmgghhh," Ms
Americana groaned, thrusting her tongue up into Ashley's mouth. They tongue tangoed for a while, as Ashley
unfastened her skimpy top between her titanic tits. "Uuuuuuugggmmmm."
"Oh yeah," the Bilbo Brothers said as Ms
Americana's huge, milky globes were released and jostled before their amazed
eyes.
Ashley viciously pinched, twisted and pulled her captive's
highly aroused, hypersensitive nipples.
She savored Brenda's low groans of mixed pleasure and pain. After about twenty minutes of that fun,
Ashley unzipped her pants. That zipper
ran from the small of her back to her waistline up front, so exposed her
glistening twat when opened. Then she
straddled the hapless heroine's face, grinding her cunt into full, red lips.
"Eat me, bitch," Ashley sneered. "Eat me, BRENDA. Taste the ten men I've already fucked this
morning."
"Hmmmuuuuuggghhhh," the
highly aroused heroine groaned, starting to lick and lap up the leaking love
juices.
Ms Americana licked Ashley properly for a good ten minutes,
then she found that engorged, sensitive clit and
started nibbling and sucking on that.
Ashley yelped, but ground her pussy harder into that joy giving mouth. Her captive quickly showed that she knew how
to please a woman, and pushed Ashley over the top.
"Uuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhh! Aaaawwwwwwwwweeeeiiiiii!"
"Ha!" Biff laughed as Ashley staggered back and
fell to her knees, overwhelmed by her own orgasm. "Amateur."
"Oh really?" Ashley
sneered. She staggered to her feet and
headed back to the store room they caught Ms Americana in. "Watch this."
When she returned, Ashley was wearing a strap-on
dildo. It was ten inches long, fire
engine red and its thick shaft was covered with bumps
and ridges. She pushed Ms Americana
forward, so that the statuesque super heroine was face down and squishing her
own 44DDs on the hardwood floor. The
former Queen of Justice's sweet round butt was thrust high, her quivering pussy
on display. Ashley smiled to see her old
High School rival and nemesis in such a position, and all because of HER.
"How the mighty…," Ashley guided the head of that
strap-on to Ms Americana's sphincter, "…have fallen." Ashley thrust hard, penetrating a good three
inches.
"Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!"
Ms Americana cried. "You're hurting me!"
"Good," Ashley said. She pulled back, and thrust even harder. "Take that, Brenda Fucking Wade!"
"Oh Goddess, you're ripping me in half!"
"Oh hush, you stupid slut," Ashley sneered. "Your butt hole is more wallowed out
than mine after three months fucking the Bilbo Brothers, and their love of
anal."
"She is the best butt fuck of all the Bilbo
Bimbos," Biff said, and Bart nodded.
"Every time is like the first time for her. So much fun."
Ms Americana and Ashley were just three feet in front of
the brothers. The girls were facing to
their right, so they had a perfect side view of that long red dildo sliding in
and out, in and out, as Ashley fucked the arrogant super heroine and
billionaire business woman stupid and stupider.
They especially enjoyed seeing how both Ms Americana's and Ashley's
thighs and butts quivered with each slapping thrust.
Within a few minutes, assaulted by a combination of
vibrating dildo up her pussy and Ashley thrusting that monster dildo down her
ass, Ms Americana's mind completely shutdown.
Seconds later, machine gun climaxes claimed her luscious body, so
profound she couldn't even scream anymore, but just made constant mewling
sounds as she panted furiously. After a
few minutes, her body was drenched in sweat, all shiny and sexier that the boys
could handle.
Ashley fucked her until she was
completely worn out. The brothers
were amazed she lasted a whole hour, but they didn't understand the depths of
Ashley's and Brenda's hatred of each other.
But all good things had to end, and Ashley finally gave up, a big smile
spread across her gorgeous face.
"She's all yours, boys."
Bart pulled out the vibrator and laughed at Ms Americana's
sigh of relief.
"Oh, it's just begun, babe," Bart said, pulling
her up by her sweat drenched black hair.
Ms Americana slanted an exhausted look up into his eyes,
licked dry lips and nodded. "I
know."
"We REALLY own you now, Brenda."
"I know."
"Do you want us to sell you as Ms Americana on the
white slave market? Or keep you as
Brenda Wade, with Ms Americana rolled out for special call girl jobs?"
"I want to remain a Bilbo Bimbo," she said, and
choked on the words. Tears rolled down
across her soft, sweaty cheeks. "I
promise to be your best girl, forever."
"Good choice, Ms Butt-fuck Americana," Bart said,
and pushed up her butt.
Biff knelt in front of her.
"Eat me."
"MMmgggghhhhhh," Ms
Americana said, her mouth filled with cock meat.
<I have lost everything.
This is my life now,> she thought.
<Just one cock after another, day in and day out. Forever.>
The brothers fucked her stupid for hours. Ashley joined in frequently. The super sexy super heroine couldn't even
count how many climaxes she had. Ms
Americana just felt soul sick and exhausted.
"Bro, it's almost dark," Biff said as Ms
Americana bounced on his cock. Sweat
from her bouncing 44DDs was splashing his face.
"Go make sure the night shift is on duty. I'm too tired."
He didn't answer.
Ms Americana looked around, her hands in her sweaty
hair. Bart was passed
out next to them. Ashley was in a
chair to her right, also asleep.
"My Goddess, I've out-fucked them again," Ms
Americana said, and HEAD BUTTED Biff.
"Ugh," he grunted, and passed out.
The oversexed super heroine rode Biff's stiff cock another
two minutes, until she claimed the promised climax. Then she pulled herself off that talented
cock, and started looking for handcuffs or rope. Within minutes Bart and Biff were handcuffed.
Ashley was hogtied atop the coffee table. She found an extra set of cuffs, but just
wanted to put her old nemesis in a more humiliating position.
Ms Americana found the medical kit she brought, and started
to work on the three of them. It took
another five hours, but a very exhausted Ms Americana picked up the phone and
called 911. She just screamed, and left
it off the hook. The Police would come,
find the boys and Ashley so sexily tied up.
The shit would hit the fan.
Ms Americana, back in costume, collected all the blackmail
material and left. Before the police
arrived, though, she advised Tanya, Angela and Axanna she'd taken out the
brothers, and got all of their blackmail material. They were free to go. She handed over the medical kit, and told
them to take care of Annette.
# # # # #
"Perfect," Brenda said, sitting at her sprawling
custom desk high atop Wade Towers.
"That was a nasty set of trials."
The newspaper headline said it all: Prison for Ashley Vanderholm!
Well, it was really just County lockup for thirty days, for
prostitution. Her husband had filed for
divorce and refused to pay for her defense.
Her court appointed public defender was the most incompetent on
staff. Brenda understood that was due to
her soon to be ex-husband's influence.
The Bilbo Brothers were sentenced
to forty-five days in county the previous week.
Without evidence, they couldn't send them to prison. None of the Bilbo Bimbos
could be identified by prosecutors, thanks to Angela Grear's interference. But Big Daddy Vanderholm wanted them
punished, so his pet DA did what little he could.
"They'll be back soon enough," Brenda said,
scowling. "Ms Americana, Lady
Midnight, Got Gal and Green Spectre will be waiting. With bells on."
Full glossy red lips curled into a wicked smile. Oh, the sexy super heroines of Delta City had
BIG plans for the Bilbo Brothers.
RING!
That was her cell phone.
Brenda frowned. She
answered. "Hello?"
"Brenda," a very familiar voice said. Deep and sexy. A chill slithered up her spine. Her chest tightened and she had to swallow to
loosen her throat. "How lucky are
you?"
"Very lucky," Brenda said. "How did you get this number?"
"I got ways, babe."
"Great. That's
exactly what I need, King Pimp with my private cell number."
"You want me to breathe heavy or something?"
"No. What do
you want?" Brenda said, and taking a deep breath. "I'm busy."
"What do I want?
What do I always want?" he said, laughing. His laugh tugged at something deep within
her. She tried to suppress it
brutally. "I want YOU."
"Well, you already had me," she said. The thought of that afternoon together sent
her heart to racing. She thought about
it all the time, especially at bedtime.
"You should've taken pictures."
"So true," he said. "I've rented Room 1313. Come on over."
"No."
"Quick, who's your daddy?"
"You're my Big Daddy….I ….I mean…Bastard."
"I'm not going to blackmail you, Brenda. I promise.
I haven't told anyone about our tryst," he said.
"You mean my trick."
"Call it what you want, babe. Come on over.
I'm waiting, and I'm naked."
Click.
She snapped the cell shut angrily. "Arrogant
bastard."
She thought about that afternoon. And LONGED to go to him.
"I wonder if he knows what he did to me?" she
whispered, her body afire and aching.
She lifted her hand and watched it trembling. "My Goddess, the bastard climaxed me
over and over, all the while forcing me to tell him I love him, and saying he
is my daddy. King Pimp BRAINWASHED me
into loving him."
A super heroine was her most vulnerable while being
climaxed. Most vulnerable in every way,
especially to brain washing.
"Goddess, I HATE him!" she cried. Then she reached over to the intercom. "Cindy, clear my afternoon. I'm going home."
"Yes, Ms Wade."
Brenda pulled out her compact, checked her face and stood
up. Picking up her purse, she headed for
the elevator.
"I wonder if I should put on something more sexy before going over there?"
THE END