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

Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Lady Midnight, Wolf Woman, Azure Angel, Got Gal, Got Chic, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl and Amazing Babe are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with some of the villains.

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DELTA CITY HEROINES: STAR POWER

By Dark One

"That’s it?” Ms Americana said, slanting her baby blues at the lovely Latina sorceress.

“That’s all it takes,” Hexanna said, smiling smugly. It felt good to be the only magically gifted super heroine in Delta City. True, she rarely went out to fight crime as the others did, but she did her part. She was the primary source of magical protection from all the super natural threats to Delta City. But tonight, she had one addition she wanted to add to the protective spells surrounding her fellow super heroines. “You’re the last one, so you all are ready to hit the street and fight crime.”

“Excellent,” Green Spectre said, pausing to adjust her mask. Sometimes, it just didn’t feel right. Very annoying. The gorgeous hazel-eyed, blonde super heroine stepped before the dimly lit room’s only mirror, removed her mask yet again, and pressed it back to her super model gorgeous face. “Better.”

“You ready, Princess?” Got Gal taunted.

“I was born ready,” Green Spectre said, striking a sexy super heroine pose before all of her super friends. “Ready, willing and able to kick miscreant butt.”

“Big time,” Spectre Girl added enthusiastically.

“Have fun,” Hexanna said, heading for the door.

“You’re not coming with us?” Ms Americana said.

“Not this time. I have to keep a watch on Wicked Wanda. I swear that wicked witch is up to something nefarious, but I haven’t figured out what,” she said, flipping her long dark hair back over a shoulder. “But I will, and then POW! She’s going down.”

“I can’t believe you don’t want to be in on the biggest bust of the century,” Lady Midnight said, her dark eyes alight with enthusiasm. She pounded a purple gloved fist into her other palm, and grinned with evil delight. “We are FINALLY going to take out the most powerful crime Family in Delta City.”

“Yes!” Azure Angel cried. “Their unholy reign of terror ends tonight.”

“Well said, my friend,” Wolf Woman said. “The Sambino Family has caused Delta City grief for decades, and even caused each of us some…um…minor setbacks. It will feel good to finally pay them back, and send Erica Sambino to prison.”

“Yeah!” Flag Girl, Got Chic and Spectre Girl all cried in unison.

“Let’s go kick some Sambino butt, girls!” Amazing Babe cried, so excited she lifted off the ground five feet and hovered.

Got Gal and Got Chic rose up into the air, too.

“The three of us will go scout them out,” Got Gal said to Ms Americana. “The rest of you get into position, and we’ll let you know when the drug deal goes down.”

“And Erica will finally feel the mighty bite of JUSTICE,” Ms Americana said, her full red lips curling into a smile. “Let’s go, girls. Time to mete out justice, super heroine style.”

Ms Americana led the ground bound super heroines out the door, and into a dark Delta City alley, while Got Gal, Got Chic and Amazing Babe flew up and out an open skylight. It was just past ten at night. Still early for super heroine action. Ms Americana smiled as they walked purposely, a long line of scantily clad super sexy vigilantes, many with super powers. All possessed the rare Aphrodite gene that gave them tall, statuesque bodies with incredible strength, endurance and healing abilities. Behind the legendary Queen of Justice trailed Flag Girl, Lady Midnight, Wolf Woman, Azure Angel, Spectre Girl and Green Spectre, bringing up the rear.

They were just two blocks from where the drug deal was scheduled to go down. Ms Americana’s best informant had given her the time, date and location. It was the best time, the best chance to finally take down the number one crime lord (or Crime Lady) in Delta City. Their arrests would be a major blow to organized crime in the city. Erica wasn’t just the Boss of the Sambinos, she was Delta City’s reigning Boss of Bosses.

As they approached the meeting site, the super heroines wordlessly split up. They had a week to plan and practice their attack. Each voluptuous super heroine knew her job. They were ready.

“There are our two guards,” Ms Americana whispered to her sexy sidekick.

They were three stories above the dark alley, atop an abandoned warehouse. Two dark-suited mob goons stood guard at a lonely door. One of only three doors in and out of that criminal hot zone. At the end of the alley to the sexy super heroine’s right was Erica’s long, black limo. Ms Americana felt all tingly inside, knowing her top goal was about to be achieved. Erica in prison.

“Almost too easy, Ms A,” the perky blue-eyed blonde in red, white and blue, and bouncing pigtails, said.

“I know,” Ms Americana said. “That is the bonus of careful planning and precision execution, my friend.”

Soon, Got Gal lifted up off the subject building’s roof. She glided over to Ms Americana with a big satisfied smile.

“The players are all inside, and there has been an exchange of drugs and money,” the platinum blonde super beauty said.

“Perfect,” Ms Americana said. “Once you are back in position, I’ll give the signal.”

Got Gal nodded, and glided back to the roof. There were four big skylights on the building, looking down into the room the Sambinos’ were conducting their illicit affairs. Got Gal, her sexy African-American sidekick Got Chic, and the blonde bombshell Amazing Babe would drop down through the skylights when they attacked the mobsters.

Shock and awe would carry the night for the shapely super heroines.

The super sexy, raven-maned super heroine looked left and right. Ms Americana’s comrades in crime-fighting were ready. She lifted a red gloved hand high, and they lifted their hands. That was her way of signaling “ready” all the way around the building, including the heroines she couldn’t see. Each heroine outside could see at least two of her sisters in crime-fighting. Ms Americana dropped her hand, and leaped red-booted feet first off the roof. All the others leapt at the same time.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl dropped fast. Three stories. They landed to either side of the two Sambino goons guarding the door. Powerful, shapely legs absorbed the hard landing, and each swung a right cross. Two goons were struck in the face by unmerciful super heroine punches to the face, and they were out cold before they hit the ground.

Ms Americana held her breath, listening, listening. If any of their number failed to take out her target, then all hell would break out immediately. But nothing. No sound. Success!

“Phase One successfully completed,” Ms Americana whispered, grinned at Flag Girl, and opened the door ever so slightly. She peeked in, and her full red lips curled into an even bigger smile. There was Erica, decked out in white leather skirt, bustier, bolero jacket and knee boots. She didn’t have a clue her perfect little world of crime was coming to an abrupt end that night.

The curvaceous super heroine counted just ten men, and Erica. Ten thugs against ten super heroines. They totally outgunned them five to one, just in fighting ability and strength alone. The mobsters, for once, didn’t stand a snowball’s chance in Hell.

“NOW!” Got Gal cried from above.

Ms Americana charged through the door. Flag Girl was hot on her heels.

“Super heroines!” Erica cried. “Get them!”

Erica’s personal bodyguard, Big Mike, charged Ms Americana. He was seven feet tall and four hundred pounds of muscle and badness. He cocked his big fist back as he ran towards her, hate filling his ugly face. At the last second, the shapely super vixen ducked under his punch. Unfortunately, she forgot about Flag Girl.

“Ugh!” the sexy sidekick cried, his fist slamming square into her pretty masked face.

Her red stiletto boots flew up, and the Queen of Justice’s sexy protégé landed flat on her back at Big Mike’s feet. He stomped down on her rock hard belly, and managed to double her up despite her super strength, which equaled the strength of five men. Half of Ms Americana’s strength.

“No!” Ms Americana cried, and swung a left cross at his face.

He ducked and punched the raven-haired beauty in the stomach, before backhanding her away. Erica threw out a foot, and tripped Ms Americana.

“Ms Americana and Flag Girl are down and captured!” Erica cried as she jumped on Ms Americana, pressing a chloroform soaked pad to her face. Ms Americana’s baby blues went wide as she involuntarily sucked in a huge breath. Erica straddled the legendary Queen of Justice’s chest, just below her 38Gs, using her legs to pin the vivacious vigilante’s arms to her side while she held the chloroform her to her face. “Suck it in, Ms Americana. Go to sleep a heroine, and wake up a SLAVE.”

“What?” Got Gal said.

“Huh?” Green Spectre cried.

“Oh no!” Amazing Babe cried out.

Erica watched with wicked delight as Dino punched a savage uppercut into the chin of Green Spectre, while she was distracted by Ms Americana’s plight. His punch lifted her off the floor, her black booted feet coming up, and she landed unconscious at his feet. At the same time, Sal the Knife put a karate chop into Spectre Girl’s throat, and took her down, too.

Lefty hooked one arm through the elbows of Got Gal while she was distracted, pinning her arms back, while his other hand held a chloroform soaked pad to her face. The busty, blonde beauty struggled a few seconds, but quickly succumbed to the powerful fumes and slumped in Lefty’s arms.

Meanwhile, Amazing Babe tried to save Ms Americana. She took off flying at amazing speed across the room. It scared the shit out of Erica seeing that sexy super heroine streaking straight at her. Then Big Mike reached up, grabbed her top between her massive tits as she streaked by, and yanked. Her top came off, and her flight was diverted. Diverted straight DOWN. Amazing Babe did a header into the floor at Ms Americana’s red booted feet, and lay groaning in a heap, ass up in the air and head between Ms Americana’s knees.

“Six out of ten heroines are captured, boys!” Erica cried. “Take out the rest!” Erica unfastened Ms Americana’s power belt and held it up triumphantly. Then she pressed the chloroform pad to Amazing Babe’s face, finishing her off, too. “Lefty, bring me Got Gal’s Got Emerald. Sal, bring me Flag Girl’s power belt.”

Erica rolled up the two all important power belts, and stuffed them into her purse along with the Got Emerald. The three biggest threats to her were depowered and helpless, her prisoners. Four super powered heroines, plus Green Spectre and her sexy blonde protégé were her prisoners.

“Boys, give every heroine taken down a healthy dose of chloroform, whether she is conscious or not,” Erica said, just to be safe.

They did better than that. They duck-taped chloroform soaked pads over all of the captured super heroine’s mouths and noses. They would not wake up unexpected. Heroines healed too fast, and too often surprised them and got away. Not this time. Erica had planned it all out for four months. Her trap was perfect.

“Oh, you’ll pay for that, Erica,” Lady Midnight growled.

Erica grinned with wicked delight at the four remaining heroines. Lady Midnight stood facing her defiantly, with Wolf Woman to her left and Got Chic to her right, Azure Angel behind her facing the other direction, all in the middle of the room in a defensive circle. The thirteen guards from outside were starting to stumble in, too, so soon the Sambino Family had a twenty-three to four advantage over the statuesque super heroines. Twenty-four if you counted Erica.

“We have a five to one, almost six to one advantage,” Erica said. She smiled smugly at Lady Midnight. “Surrender now, and MAYBE we’ll be merciful.”

“By merciful, you mean we’ll be stripped, fucked and sold as sex slaves,” Lady Midnight said. Erica beamed with delight, her dark eyes sparkling with wicked glee. “Not the kind of mercy I’m going to surrender to, Erica, even if I thought I didn’t stand a chance. But we’re super heroines, and we’ve been in tighter fixes than this. We will prevail, as we always do.”

“Not this time, ladies,” Erica said. “I planned this trap too well. You arrogant ninnies just strutted into my trap proud as can be, only to be taken down fast and easy. And the best part is, it was all caught on tape. Hell, it is being broadcast live on Pay-per-View as we speak.”

As she spoke, Sambino goons were dragging all of the unconscious super heroines over and laying them out in line behind Erica. Ms Americana was in the middle, with Flag Girl and Amazing Babe on one side, and Green Spectre, Spectre Girl and Got Gal on the other side. Then her thugs removed the tops from the rest of them.

“Just something pretty for the paying viewers to enjoy while we do the FINAL cleanup,” Erica sneered.

The Sambino boss paused to admire that beautiful sight. It was strange, since she thought of all super heroines as brunettes, and five out of the six unconscious heroines were blondes. Raven-haired Ms Americana was the lone exception. Oddly enough, African-Americans Lady Midnight and Got Chic, with black-haired Azure Angel and the dark brown haired Latina super heroine Wolf Woman were all that remained standing.

“Blondes do go down faster, I guess,” Erica quipped, though no one else got her joke.

“You planned this? All of this?” Wolf Woman said, incredulous. “The informant?”

“A plant. I paid him to give Ms Americana that tip,” Erica said.

“Great Goddess of Got!” Got Chic cried. “No wonder everyone seems to have a chloroform cloth at the ready. We’ve been suckered!”

“This cannot be happening to us,” Azure Angel said, dark eyes flashing. “We are respected and mighty super heroines. We cannot be fooled and defeated so easily. And we will prove it by defeating one and all of you in COMBAT!”

With that the Asian Avenger threw herself at the nearest Sambino thug. Dino flew backwards when the busty Asian beauty in the blue bikini costume, with black mask, boots and ninja gloves kicked him in the chest. Then she kicked another thug in the head with a savage roundhouse, before Big Mike grabbed her by her long, dark hair and started pounding her face with a massive fist. Then Dino returned, growling, with a chloroform pad, and pressed it over her face. The weakened and defeated heroine quickly fell victim to the heady fumes, and was dragged over beside Amazing Babe.

“Our advantaged just increased dramatically,” Erica said. Her plan was working better than she hoped. Super heroines were such emotional beings, and so foolishly impetuous. Their biggest disadvantages were overconfidence and a trait to act before they thought. “I suggest you surrender, or suffer the consequences, ladies.”

“Suffer this!” Got Chic cried, and launched herself at Erica.

The shapely African-American sidekick flew straight at the sexy, dark-haired mob boss, just chest high off the floor. She moved too fast for Erica, or any of her goons to react. Before she understood the threat, Got Chic slammed a powerful fist into Erica’s jaw.

“Oof!” Erica cried, falling back atop Ms Americana.

“Get them!” Lady Midnight cried as she charged into the fray.

“Suffer the wrath of Delta City’s super heroines!” Wolf Woman called as she kicked one goon in the face, then sucker punched two more in a row.

“I am as strong as five men,” Got Chic cried as she punched one goon in the face, then landed a combination in the gut of another. “I cannot be defeated by the likes of YOU morons!”

“Unless you lose…this,” Sal the Knife said, sneaking up behind the statuesque super vixen, reaching around her and snatching away the glowing Got Emerald between her heaving tits. “Oooh, how embarrassing. Where oh where can you super powers be?”

“Give that back!” Got Chic demanded. She thrust out her white opera gloved hand. “Give it to me. Now!”

“Okay, I’ll give it to you,” Sal said, grinning. And he SLAMMED an uppercut into her chin. Got Chic’s head snapped back, her dark brown eyes crossed, and the lights went out. She collapsed bonelessly at Sal’s feet. “Another one bites the dust.”

“Aayyy!” Wolf Woman cried, when a mobster ripped off her bikini top. “Give that back, you nasty boy!”

While distracted, Wolf Woman failed to see another Sambino thug sneaking up behind her with a chloroform pad ready. Lady Midnight spotted him though.

“Wolf Woman, be…uuggggghhhhmmm,” Lady Midnight cried, but was cut off when the mobster she failed to see pressed his chloroform pad to her beautiful face. At the same time, she saw Wolf Woman also caught by her chloroform assailant. “Ugggggggggggghhhhhhh!”

Fear and frustration filled the valiant Midnight Avenger, but she was quickly losing her battle for consciousness. She had been chloroformed enough times to know there was no saving her now. No saving Wolf Woman. No saving ANY OF THEM.

By the time Erica recovered and regained her stiletto booted feet, all ten sexy super heroines were laid out in a line in the middle of the warehouse. The camera men from the Pay-per-View company had come out and were getting close ups of the unconscious and topless beauties. A thug was kneeling beside each of the helpless heroines, squeezing, slapping and other wise making their titanic tits bounce and jostle sexily for the cameras.

“Okay, boys, first team….MOUNT UP,” Erica called. “Let’s fuck these super bitches into submission on camera.”

All of the super heroines lost their skimpy bottoms at that time. Their legs were spread wide, and ten Sambino thugs slipped up between their shapely legs, and guided hard eager dicks into hot, moist super cunts.

“Oh yes,” Big Mike groaned as he slide into Ms Americana’s super tight twat. “This is how victory should always feel. This bitch is tight. So good.”

Erica watched with glittering brown eyes. What a sight to behold. Ten of the biggest thorns in her side were unconscious and getting soundly fucked by her victorious men. Even with chloroform pads taped to their masked faces, the super heroines’ shapely bodies were reaction profoundly to sexual use. Five of their legs bent at the knees, and Flag Girl’s red booted feet were pointing at the sky. Seven of them unconsciously arched their backs, and every one of the captive super cunts were groaning wantonly.

Erica grinned at the nearest camera. “Didn’t I promise STAR POWER on this show? Ms Americana is the greatest star in the super heroine world, followed closely by Got Gal and even Green Spectre and Lady Midnight are way up there. Yes, you got Star Power tonight, my fiendish friends!”

While they madly humped the sexy super heroines, the thugs were enjoying their ginormous tits with the enthusiasm of little boys in a candy store. Squeezing, pinching, tweaking nipples. Big Mike was rolling one of Ms Americana erect nipples between thumb and forefinger, while he sucked and nibbled on the other.

Erica stood over them a while, then reached down and pulled off Ms Americana’s chloroform pad. Let her wake up to find herself at the brink of being tamed. That was another sight she was eager to see, as well. Besides, millions of men and women had paid a premium to watch Erica capture and tame those High and Mighty super heroines. They deserved to see their gorgeous faces as well. And soon, once they were one and all thoroughly tamed and cowed, then their audience would get to witness live their UNMASKING.

“Ugghh,” Ms Americana groaned, her head rocking back and forth.

Erica signaled and all of the other chloroform pads were removed. They couldn’t be tamed will unconscious, but they could be taken to the very brink, then woke up and tamed before they could do anything about it. Her plan was perfect, taking everything she knew about super heroine psychology and physiology into account. She would conquer their feeble minds and spectacular bodies all in one fell swoop.

“Fuck them! Fuck those super bimbos into oblivion, boys!” Erica cried.

“Uuuugggggggggggghhhhhh!” Ms Americana groaned, back arched up and red gloved hands clutching at her own silky, glossy black hair. “Ooooooooooh.”

“Oh! Oh! Oooooh my,” Spectre Girl cried, her big blue eyes popping open. “I can’t…help….Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Spectre Girl is the first to climax. I guess that makes her the Weakest Link, heh?” Erica said, and laughed.

“Oh yes! Yes! Oh yes!” Got Gal cried, wrapping her long, shapely legs around her abuser. “Oh Goddess of Got….YES! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“And there goes the Goddess of Gotta Have More Cock, herself,” Erica crowed.

Ms Americana’s baby blues popped open. Awake, too late. “Great Liberty, I’ve been…c….c….Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Um, climaxed?” Erica finished for her with an evil grin.

Ms Americana heard her, and knew what happened instantly. She was in the middle of ten super heroine getting fucked into submission. By the tingly, liquid hot infusing her spectacular body, they were well on their way to taming her. The aftereffects of the chloroform were keeping her weak for the moment, but she saw no way she’d recover enough fast enough, to save herself and the other super heroines.

“My Goddess, I’ve been depowered, debauched and forced to….forced to….oh…. coooommmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh no! Oh! Oh! Help me….Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“But Ms Sweetie Puss, we are helping you,” Erica said in a baby voice. “We’re helping you to COME, over and over and over, until your pretty little brain melts and you become a mindless nympho in one of my whore houses. Is that okay with you?”

“Erica, you won’t get away…..Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhh!” Green Spectre cried. “Oh, I can’t stop coming….Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhh!”

Erica watched, along with her Pay-per-View audience, as the ten sexy super heroines were forced to climax over and over and over. After only a few climaxes, they stopped even trying to hold them back. They became mindless fuck machines.

Once the first team finished, Erica ordered all of the super heroines to all fours. Then the second team mounted their ten hot, shapely asses as the cameras went in for close up as each heroine took it up the butt. Erica ordered the sexy, statuesque super heroines to lick and suck clean the first teams cocks and balls as they were sodomized, which they did without hesitation or any sign of disgust or misgivings.

“My friends, you see before you ten super sexy super heroines, some of this nation’s mightiest and most revered, brought low, debauched and now mindless sex slaves, eager to please in every way,” Erica said to the cameras. “In just a few minutes, we will deliver the Coup de Grace, and unmask them before your very eyes. Enjoy the show, my friends, and I hope we can do business again in the future. Because, there is always a bevy of bimbo heroines running around, aren’t there? But for now, enjoy the show.”

Erica promised the Pay-per-View customers at least eight hours of live action, that they would surely save on their hard drives, or they could buy the DVDs from her later. So she had lots and lots of different scenarios and sex games planned. Especially lots of BDSM sex and bondage.

“Those brainless bimbos won’t have two defiant brain cells left between the ten of them to rub together once we’re finished with them,” Erica said.

After another forty minutes, the second team finished and got their cocks and balls thoroughly licked and sucked clean by their favorite super heroine sex slaves. Erica ordered all of the hapless heroines to kneel in line, facing the cameras. One Sambino goon stood behind each, a fist in her hair to hold her head and face still. A second thug stood before each super heroine, ready to pull of her mask when ordered. Erica stood before Ms Americana, reserving the honor of unmasking her greatest enemy herself.

“Erica,” Ms Americana whispered hoarsely, panting from the aftereffects of intense fucking for way too long. She knelt before the hated mob boss, arms limp at her sides, voluptuous body shiny with sweat, cum dripping off her chin and onto her titanic tits. “This is your last chance to surrender nice and easy.”

“No,” Erica said, reaching out and grasping the edge of Ms Americana’s blue, star-spangled mask. “This is your last moment as Ms Americana.” She turned to the cameras and raised her voice. “Now, let’s find out who has been hiding behind these masks!”

Ms Americana stiffened, sucking in a sharp breath. She felt Erica pull at her mask. Felt the sticky back start to give, start to peel off her face…

KA-BOOM! ZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP!

“Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Erica and all of her goons cried.

Fluorescent blue arcs of magic power erupted all around the ten super heroines. Ms Americana managed a feeble smile as Hexanna’s latest protective spell ignited and blasted all of the men trying to unmask them. Within seconds, only a few of the camera men were left standing, since they were far enough away to be safe.

Ms Americana rose unsteadily to her red booted feet, hand to her spinning head. After a few more deep breaths, her body recovered enough to walk and talk again. She grinned at the remaining camera men, still remarkably filming. As her fellow heroines joined her, she looked sternly into the cameras.

“You are in trouble now,” Ms Americana said, addressing the unseen millions of subscribers. “We have the list of subscribers for this show now. We have all of YOUR names and will release them to the News Media tomorrow. You will all be exposed as supporting crime and being….kinky perverts.”

“Yeah,” the other heroines said, looking angrily into the cameras.

“Remember, super heroines sometimes have minor setbacks, but in the end we always prevail,” Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing. “Now turn off those horrid cameras. We’re naked, you morons.”

THE END