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Ms Americana, Got Gal, Green Spectre, Lady Midnight and the Bilbo Brothers are the creation of Mr. X. 

 

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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."

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          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.

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          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.

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          "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.

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          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."

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          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.

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          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.

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          "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.

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          "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