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ESHA: CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
By Dark One
The drop dead gorgeous blonde swept long, silky hair over her bare shoulders and smiled despite the rage seething deep down. Brenda Wade and her perky shadow had zeroed in on her and were heading her way.
"Hello, Brenda. Lydia," Barbara Cummings said with the brightest of smiles.
Barbara was wearing an off-the-shoulder black evening gown that hugged every curve of her spectacular body. Her ears, neck and wrist were sparking with a small fortune in diamonds.
“How did you get in here?” Brenda said, baby blues flashing.
Brenda was decked out in scarlet silk evening dress, with a daring slit up her shapely left leg. She wore diamond and ruby jewelry to put Barbara’s to shame. Her ward, blonde and beautiful nineteen year old Lydia Wills, wore bright white and slightly less diamonds than Barbara. Brenda’s shimmering black mane, and Lydia’s silky blonde tresses were both piled high atop their heads.
“I’m a celebrity,” Barbara said. “Everyone loves a super model.”
“A sleazy bikini model,” Lydia said. “And the cat burglar, Esha.”
“Be careful or I’ll sue you for defamation of character. Again,” Barbara said, smirking. “I think Brenda had to pay me two point five million on the last suit I won.”
Brenda seethed. The gorgeous billionaire business woman and her sexy ward had made the same mistake two years back, at another charity Christmas Ball like the one they were currently attending. They loudly and proudly declared to one and all that Barbara was none other than the notorious cat burglar Esha. Barbara sued, and won. The verdict actually surprised Barbara as much as Brenda and Lydia, and she won a hefty settlement.
Truth was, Barbara was Esha. But after Ms Americana captured and unmasked her, the government covered it up after they worked out a deal where she had to steal for the US Government. Her record, and all evidence of her secret identity, were purged clean. Esha ensured all the evidence was put in one location, and promptly stole it. Now they couldn’t prove anything. Just her word against Ms Americana’s. No DA would prosecute with that.
“Once Esha is captured again,” Brenda said haughtily. “And HER secret identity is exposed…again…I will sue to recover my lost funds.”
“Good luck with that, babe,” Barbara said, smirking.
“You should leave,” Brenda said in a dangerous voice. She moved up closer, while Lydia moved behind Barbara. Her baby blues narrowed, as she leaned closer. “I don’t appreciate you coming here to case my friends. We both know you aren’t the least bit charitable, and only want to check out everyone’s jewelry.”
“And then go steal it later,” Lydia said.
“Nice little fantasy you girls are having,” Barbara said, noticing others were listening now. “But I’m just a model. I can afford to buy anything I want. Why go through the hassle of stealing it?”
“You’re not fooling us,” Brenda said. “I’ll make a few phone calls, and half a dozen super heroines will be watching your every step.”
“Is there a problem?” Harry Betancourt said. He was the organizer of the event.
“Just us girls trying to figure out who Miss Barbi Cummings had to SLEEP with to get an invite here,” Lydia said, voice dripping venom. “My vote – All the WRONG people. And lots of them.”
People laughed. Barbara noted the ones amused were the “old money” rich. The new rich and other celebrities were not so amused.
Satisfied they ensured her evening was a bust, Brenda and Lydia turned to leave. Barbara turned as well, only she cleverly hooked her foot under Lydia’s white stiletto heel, and sent the stuck-up little princess to the floor. Being ever so helpful, Barbara quickly moved in and hauled the beautiful teen socialite to her feet. As she did so, though, Barbara unfastened Lydia’s expensive diamond bracelet and pulled it off her wrist. Then she stealthily tossed it under a nearby table.
“She tripped me,” Lydia snarled.
“Accident,” Barbara said.
“My bracelet!” Lydia cried, holding up her naked wrist. “She stole my bracelet! Esha stole my diamond bracelet.”
“You just couldn’t contain yourself, could you” Brenda said, pointing an accusing finger at Barbara. “Give it back this instant, or else.”
“First of all, or else what? You will shake your ginormous ta-tas at me?” Barbara sneered, and got a nice little laugh from the crowd. “Second of all, I don’t have the stupid bracelet. I don’t know what you are talking about. So stop accusing me of every high crime and misdemeanor in Delta City.”
Brenda’s gorgeous face reddened, but she didn’t back down, either.
“Call the police,” Brenda said. “I want her watched until the police arrive, so she can’t ditch the bracelet.”
“What bracelet?” Barbara cried angrily. She indicated her shapely, sexily attired body. “Just where could I hide anything? Where?”
“She has a point, Brenda,” Harry said. “Without evidence, we can’t call the police and accuse her of anything.”
“But Lydia’s bracelet is missing, and Barbara admittedly tripped her. Then she conveniently helped Lydia up just so she could steal her bracelet,” Brenda said. “She’s a professional thief. Probably a kleptomaniac.”
“Oh please,” Barbara cried dramatically. “You are so over the top. Are you listening to yourself, Brenda?”
“Is this it?” a young woman called a few feet away.
“Huh?” Lydia and Brenda said in unison.
“Oh?” Barbara said, smugly. “Is that your STOLEN bracelet, Lydia?”
“Um, yes,” Lydia said sheepishly.
“Where’s my apology?” Barbara said.
Brenda and Lydia just glared at her. They said nothing. Lydia put the bracelet back on her wrist, and the two socialite beauties walked away with accusing glances. Barbara enjoyed the Christmas Ball another two hours, and then stealthily slipped away.
She got into her black Mercedes sedan, and drove from the downtown hotel were the charity ball was held, to Delta City’s most exclusive neighborhood. She knew that area like the back of her hand, so drove slowly past Brenda’s fabulous home – Wade Manor – and to a nearby unoccupied mansion.
Breaking into that house, carrying a small suitcase, Barbara found the master bedroom’s bathroom and striped out of her expensive evening gown. Then she opened the suitcase and pulled out a black leather bikini, with matching mask, opera gloves and stiletto pumps. Five minutes after Barbara Cummings entered, Esha departed.
The sexy cat burglar stole quickly through the night shadows, and crossed into Brenda’s estate from the back. She had been planning to rob Brenda in two weeks, so already had the security codes to disable her security. Within minutes of entering Esha was scoping out the place. She located the Christmas Tree, and started carefully cutting out the bottom of each present and stealing the contents. Once finished the tree looked undisturbed, but all of the expensive presents were in sacks outside the back door.
After that, Esha went upstairs and searched the bedrooms, and found both of their rather extensive and valuable jewelry collections. That’s when she heard car doors out front.
“Oh, they’re home,” Esha said, smiling smugly. “It’s party time.”
Brenda and Lydia split up in the entry foyer.
“I’ll be in my office,” Brenda said. “I have a project to complete, then I’ll retire for the evening. Sweet dreams, Lydia.”
“G’nite, Brenda,” Lydia said, sounding so obnoxiously perky it made bile rise in Esha’s throat. “See ya in the morning!”
Esha hid in the shadows as Lydia ascended the stairs, and headed for her bedroom suite. The sexy blonde cat burglar allowed the gorgeous blonde teenager to enter her bedroom, before following. She slipped inside soundlessly, and smiled as she spotted Lydia blissfully going about her business, not a care in the world.
Lydia’s five thousand dollar white gown was on the floor just inside the door. Wear it once, and toss it. Must be nice. She was across the room in stilettoes, bikini panties and matching bra. Lydia was struggling with the clasp of her diamond choker, not having much success. Esha shook her head woefully. She could remove that in two seconds flat. Blindfolded and hogtied.
Esha held up a chloroform soaked cloth and moved in fast. A tiny smile, so wicked and cruel, curled her shimmering red lips. Lydia never knew she was there, until it was too late.
“I wish you a Sleepy Christmas, I wish you a Sleepy Christmas,” Esha sang quietly, hooking one arm through Lydia’s elbows and pulling her arms back, while her other hand pressed the chloroform cloth to the sexy blonde’s face. Lydia’s wild blue eyes looked into the mirror, and locked with Esha’s gleeful blue eyes. Esha enjoyed the look of realization, and then fear. Followed quickly by confusion, and then fluttering eyes. “And a Sleepy New Year for little Lydia.”
“Uuuummmmgggg,” Lydia groaned, and suddenly relaxed. She fought the good fight, but was doomed to lose from the beginning. She was no match for a pro like Esha.
“Time to see what Santa brought me,” Esha said, giving Lydia’s left boob a firm squeeze. “I can’t wait to unwrap this present.”
Esha dragged her over to her own king-sized bed. She laid her out sexily, then tied her down spread eagle. Then she pushed a hot pink ball gag into Lydia’s mouth, past glossy pink lips and pearly white, perfect teeth.
“Nice tits, doll,” Esha said, after pulling off Lydia’s lacy bra. She fondled the unconscious socialite a long few minutes, manipulating her spectacular rack so well Lydia’s nipples stiffened right up, hard and erect. Then the sexy cat burglar nuzzled, kissed, licked and sucked on those silky smooth, warm tits until Lydia started to writhe and groan. So she ripped off her panties. “Oh, lookie, full Brazilian, I see. Such a naughty girl.” She pushed two fingers deep inside Lydia. “Not a virgin, either. I figured as much.”
“Hhhhmmmmm,” Lydia groaned, then her eyes fluttered open. The chloroform was still fucking up her head, so she looked at Esha with uncomprehending eyes for a few minutes, while Esha explored her pussy in depth and quite erotically with fingers, lips and tongue. So by the time Lydia was coherent enough to understand exactly what had happened, and was still happening, she was highly aroused by Esha’s expert manipulation of tits, pussy and clit. “Uuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhh! Ugh! Mmmmgggghhhhhh!”
“I’m so sorry, Lydia, but I can’t understand a thing you are saying,” Esha said. “But if you want me to stop, just say so in a very coherent and understandable manner.”
“Uuuggghhh! Mmmggghhh! NNnggghhh!”
“No? Okay, I’ll continue molesting you,” Esha said. “My pleasure, I might add.”
Esha strapped on a ten inch, shiny black strap-on after a few minutes of intense finger play. Then she crawled up between Lydia’s wide spread, bound legs and pushed the head of the strap-on just half an inch past Lydia’s glistening wet labia lips.
“Ready? No? Good,” Esha said, and thrust.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggggggghhhh,” Lydia groaned, back arched and head thrown back.
“I knew you’d like that,” Esha said, and laughed as she began to pound away, humping the helpless heiress furiously.
Lydia’s beautiful blue eyes widened, then rolled up as she began to pant through her nose. Esha’s smile widened. It was so obvious that Lydia was trying valiantly to NOT enjoy her sexual abuse, but it was just as obvious that she was enjoying it profoundly. Soon all defiance was washed from her ball gagged face, replaced by a look of pure bliss. Her back arched, and soon her hips began to thrust back up into Esha’s powerful thrusts, matching her ravisher’s efforts stroke for stroke.
“What a slut,” Esha said.
Lydia knew she was acting all slutty, and shamefully so. But it was her curse. All super heroines possessed the same curse, the same debilitating weakness to sexual use. She woke up to raging butterflies in her belly, which quickly turned to pure sexual heat once Esha mounted her. She tried her best to clear her mind, to disassociated her mind from her body. But she was dragged in kicking and screaming as a bitch taming climax started to build. She tried to suppress the climax, but her efforts seemed to stoke the fires more than smother them. So in less than five minutes after mounting the perky blonde coed socialite, Esha forced a powerful climax from her body.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Esha pulled out, and thrust up deep into Lydia’s super tight anus. The sexy coed’s eyes crossed as intense pain lanced through her shapely young body. But soon after Esha began humping her butt hole, the pain turned to pleasure even more intense than the first sound strap-on fucking.
“Aaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oooogghhhhhh!” Lydia cried around her ball gag. “Uuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Esha fucked her stupid seven times over, and left her a sweat-soaked, quivering mass of oversexed teenager.
“That’ll teach you to mind your own business,” Esha said, grinning victoriously down as she huffed and puffed, her own statuesque body hot and sweaty from all the effort. “I love it when a plan comes together so well.” She glanced at the door when she heard footsteps out in the hallway, then the door next door open and close. “This sweet little appetizer has whetted my appetite for the main course. Time to open my big-titted present.”
Esha left the panting teenager tied up spread eagle. She eased out into the hallway, and then up to Brenda’s door. Pressing her ear to the door, she listened to Brenda humming a Christmas carol. Silent Night, to be exact. Esha grinned. Once she chloroformed and ball-gagged the sexy billionaire beauty it would be a very silent night.
Pouring chloroform into her cotton cloth again, Esha eased the door open and squeezed in quiet as a stalking cat. Brenda was standing in front of her closet door, both arms behind her back as she started to unzip her expensive designer gown.
“Here, let me help you,” Esha said into Brenda’s ear from behind. She slipped her left arm through Brenda’s arms, trapping them immobile. Then she pressed the chloroform pad over her mouth and nose. The ten inch strap-on, still wet from her time with Lydia, pressed up between Brenda’s silky butt cheeks. “I can’t wait to taste and play with your big, fat, juicy sugar plums.”
“Oh no! Esha, you’ll never get awa….Hhhmmmggghhhh! Nnggghh!” Brenda cried, baby blues wild. Inexplicably, Brenda took a deep breath. Why? She didn’t know. It just happened. Too often, truth be told. The effects were instant and profound. Of all of Delta City’s super heroines, Brenda’s sexy super powered alter ego, Ms Americana, was the most susceptible to chloroform, and fell to its effects the quickest. She was told once it was because the Aphrodite gene was the most powerful, most profound within her. It was the reason she was the most powerful, and premier super heroine. And it was why she was taken down so easily with sleepy drugs. Every blessing comes with an equal and opposite curse. “Uuggghhhnnngggnggngngngngh.”
Being captured by Esha so easily was humiliating to the proud super heroine, but worse. The chloroform and capture kind of excited her, too. This wasn’t the first time Esha captured her. And the sexy cat burglar always, ALWAYS, molested captured super heroines. Brenda’s curvaceous, oversexed body understood and reacted in accordance. Even as the chloroform scrambled her once beautiful mind, she felt her 38Gs tauten up, her nipples stiffen and become more sensitive, her twat started to burn and ache, growing wetter.
Before Brenda was completely out, Esha pulled the chloroform pad away. She wanted Brenda awake to “enjoy” what she did to her. First thing, she lowered the discombobulated billionaire babe to her knees. Then she quickly and expertly stripped Brenda out of the sexy scarlet gown, removed her bra and thong panties.
Brenda knelt, head spinning, in nothing but a million dollars in sparkling diamonds and rubies, and five inch scarlet stiletto heels. Esha released Brenda’s piled up hair, and enjoyed the way it cascaded down across her naked shoulders and down her back. Finally, she pressed Brenda face down on the floor, butt sticking straight up.
“Let’s open up that tight ass first,” Esha said, and pushed deep into Brenda’s butt.
“Uuugggghhh,” Brenda cried out, still dizzy and unable to defend herself. “Must….ugh…stop.”
“Must…fuck….bitch,” Esha said, and laughed.
Brenda groaned and writhed, but had little control over her own body at that time. As the seconds passed, though, she felt the effects of the chloroform wearing off. Unfortunately, what Esha was doing to her body felt too incredibly good to fend off in her drugged state. Brenda had absolutely NO defense against Esha’s sexual assault.
“You will…ugh…pay dearly…for this….aggh….outrage,” Brenda grunted out in rhythm to Esha’s deep, hard thrusts. Esha pushed her to the brink at that time, and a powerful climax exploded deep in her belly. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhh! My Goddess, I am weak! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhh!”
“Oh my, you do have the Christmas Spirit of giving and giving until it hurts,” Esha said. Esha fetched her sack of goodies, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She snapped the cuffs onto Brenda’s wrists, binding her arms behind her back before stuffing a bright red ball gag in her mouth. Then Esha pulled Brenda to her feet by her hair. “Shall we go downstairs and prepare for Christmas Dinner tomorrow?”
Brenda was taken to the kitchen where Esha forced her atop the kitchen table. There Esha hogtied her in the middle of the table.
“Time to stuff this turkey,” Esha said, and shoved a cucumber up Brenda’s cunt. Then she crammed some celery into the beautiful billionaire’s butt. She pierced Brenda’s erect, sensitive nipples and hung Christmas Tree balls, as well as hanging them from her pierced ears. Then after wrapping some red ribbon and placing a matching bow on top, Esha surveyed her handiwork. “There, a pretty present for the Wade Manor staff to open tomorrow morning.”
After wrapping Lydia up the same way, and placing her under the Christmas Tree, Esha departed with all of their presents, all of their jewelry and all of their designer clothes.
As Esha slipped behind the wheel of her car, she said, “Now time to get ready for Ms Americana, or whichever super heroine Brenda talks into coming after me.”
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Ms Americana’s baby blues narrowed as she spotted her hated target’s penthouse lights go off. The super sexy super heroine was in her legendary red, white and blue, patriotically themed bikini and boots costume. The golden power belt around her narrow waist finally granted her super powers again. After Esha force-climaxed her she’d lost most of the pent up sexual frustrations she required to fuel the all important power belt. Flag Girl had been in the same situation, and she too now had her full super strength back. They were ready to deal with Esha, for once and all.
“It’ll be a very Merry Christmas tonight, Ms Americana,” Flag Girl said, sounding so perky it warmed Ms Americana’s heart. Her sexy sidekick was irrepressible. “I can’t wait to slap the cuffs on Esha, and unmask her to the world.”
“Yes, this time we’ll show the world on live TV just who is behind that mask,” Ms Americana said. “Esha won’t be able to work some deal with the Feds again. Oh no.”
“Just thinking about it fills me with the Christmas Spirit, Ms Americana,” Flag Girl said, grinning.
“Me and you both, my pretty protégé,” the Queen of Justice said. She indicated the underground garage exit. A sleek black Mercedes Benz came out at break neck speed. “And there she goes. The game is on.”
“And they’re not reindeer games, either,” Flag Girl snarled.
Ms Americana started the engine, and the red, white and blue Americana Mobile slowly pulled out of a dark alley. She gave Esha a nice lead, and followed at a distance. It wasn’t hard following the infamous cat burglar. She headed straight for the most exclusive neighborhood in Delta City. Brenda’s neighborhood, to be exact. For a second they wondered if she was bold enough to try and rob Wade Manor a second time.
The thought of Esha’s last visit to Wade Manor made Ms Americana’s face burn. She’d taken them both out so fast and easy it was shameful. And what Esha did to them afterwards was even more shameful. Fortunately, they were able to contain it to their staff. Esha had to pay for that outrage.
They followed Esha to an empty house, watched her go inside as Barbara, and come out as black bikini wearing Esha. Then Esha strutted across the street and broke into a mini-mansion of a Wade Enterprises VP, who was at a Christmas party across town.
Ms Americana allowed Esha to break in and gave her a few minutes to violate the law some more, so she could make sure there was nothing Esha could use to get off. She had to be caught red-handed. After a few minutes, she led Flag Girl to the front window and they peeked inside.
Esha was happily kneeling beside the Christmas Tree, opening presents and stuffing their contents into a black satin bag. Ms Americana’s red gloved hands curled into fists as she watched. Not only was it against the law, but it was so RUDE to steal Christmas presents. That reminded her that Esha stole all of HER and Lydia’s presents, too.
“I’m going to punch out her Christmas Lights,” Ms Americana growled as they strode towards the jimmied open front door. She kicked the door wide, and stormed inside. “Esha! You’ve robbed your last house and humiliated your last woman!”
She struck a sexy super heroine pose before the startled cat burglar. Then Flag Girl stepped up beside the voluptuous vigilante, and struck a similar pose.
“Yeah. You will pay for your terrible crimes,” Flag Girl cried.
“Two pea-brains in a pod,” Esha said, reached up and yanked hard on a tree branch. The ten foot tall Christmas Tree, gorgeously decorated and brightly lit with flashing, multi-colored lights, toppled over atop the sexy costumed duo.
Ms Americana jumped left, and Flag Girl right. The tree landed between them. And Esha leapt up and charged into Flag Girl. A right cross, followed by a kick to the chin and a combination to Flag Girl’s rock hard belly had the sexy sidekick reeling backwards. Esha pressed her attack until Ms Americana jumped over the tree and charged them.
Esha smirked, grabbed Flag Girl’s right pigtail, and jerked her forward and straight at Ms Americana. Esha kicked the pretty sidekick’s red booted feet way, sending her head first into her mentor. But the Queen of Justice was a superior super heroine. She anticipated the tactic, and leapt over Flag Girl. Before Esha knew her mistake, Ms Americana clocked her with a powerful uppercut.
“Ugh!” Esha cried, feet flying up and the cat burglar flying backwards. She hit the floor, head spinning, but rolled to her feet. Ms Americana grinned at her. “I’ll wipe that grin off your ugly face, Ameri-jugs.”
“You will try, Barbara,” Ms Americana sneered. “After we capture you, we will unmask you live on TV. The anchor woman there is a friend of mine. Tanya would love to report on your official unmasking and arrest.”
“Oh, you monster! I’ve never unmasked you,” Esha said. “That’s just rude.”
“So is stealing Christmas presents and what you did to Brenda Wade and her sweet little ward, Lydia Wills,” Ms Americana said.
“No, that was fun. Lots and lots of wild, wicked fun,” Esha said, thinking about it with a big smile. “They enjoyed getting abused almost as much as YOU.”
Esha was rewarded by Ms Americana’s face turning red. She DID enjoy it, and was ashamed by how much. Esha laughed.
“Surrender now, or suffer the consequences,” Ms Americana said through clenched teeth.
“I hope you choose the latter,” Flag Girl snarled from behind the sexy cat burglar. “I so want an excuse to pound you into the dirt.”
Esha grabbed a present and threw it at Flag Girl’s head. The sexy sidekick ducked, and Esha took a step towards her like she was attacking. Ms Americana fell for it hook, line and sinker.
“Watch out, Flag Girl!” the sexy super heroine cried, leaping forward to the rescue.
Esha was waiting. She turned, grabbed Ms Americana’s wrist and threw her over a well rounded hip. The Queen of Justice flew through the air, smashing bodily into her sexy protégé.
“Ugh!” they both grunted. The Esha stepped forward and aimed a brutal kick at Ms Americana’s head. But the wily super heroine spotted her, and rolled aside. Unfortunately, Flag Girl received the full brunt of Esha’s assault on her chin.
“Agh!”
“How dare you kick Flag Girl!”
Ms Americana backhanded Esha, sending the bikini clad beauty reeling across the room, only to trip over the downed Christmas tree. The vivacious super heroine followed, kicking her numerous times to keep her down and scrambling. Once Esha finally regained her feet, the Queen of Justice appeared out of the night shadows to send a powerful uppercut to Esha’s left tit.
“Aaagghhh!” Esha cried, cradling her aching mammary as she stumbled back. Then Ms Americana punched her in the gut. “Ooofff! Uuggghhh.”
“Good one, Ms A,” Flag Girl’s too perky voice said from behind the crafty cat burglar. The perky sidekick punched Esha in the back, right over her kidneys. Pain lanced through her shapely body. “Uuuugggghhh.”
Flag Girl hooked her arm through Esha’s elbows, and held her tight. Ms Americana stepped before her smirking. Esha looked up at her super heroine nemesis with wide blue eyes.
“Merry Christmas, Barbara Cummings,” Ms Americana snarled, and pulled off Esha’s black mask. “You’re going down, then going up the river.”
“Without a paddle,” Flag Girl piped in way too enthusiastically.
“I demand to see my lawyer,” Esha said defiantly.
“Tell that to the police,” Ms Americana said.
“No, you tell it to my Louboutin,” Esha snapped, and kicked straight up. She connected with Ms Americana’s chin and snapped the sexy super heroine’s head back brutally. Ms Americana’s knees buckled and she almost fell to the floor. That so startled Flag Girl that her grip slipped. “Idiot bikini bimbos.”
Esha twisted out of Flag Girl’s grasp, and punched her in the twat. Then as Flag Girl bend over in pain, Esha seized the teen sidekick’s head and slammed it into Ms Americana’s face. Both super heroines fell, Ms Americana onto her sweet round butt and Flag Girl to all fours, moaning and groaning.
“You don’t need this anymore,” Esha said, unfastening and removing Flag Girl’s power belt. She tossed it into the gas fireplace, and turned it on. “Burn, baby, burn.”
“No!” Ms Americana cried, pushing past Esha to save the all important belt.
Esha grabbed the poker, and brought it down atop Ms Americana’s head. She collapsed at the cat burglar’s stiletto heeled feet. Then she turned and whacked Flag Girl several times, until she was unconscious.
“Whew! That was close,” Esha said, looking back and forth between the unconscious sidekick and groaning, writhing super heroine. She reached down, unfastened Ms Americana’s power belt and tossed it into the fire. Flag Girl’s belt was mostly burnt up, and Ms Americana’s belt was quickly consumed by the intense gas flames. Then she whacked Ms Americana across the shoulders with the poker. “That felt good.”
Esha fetched two handcuffs. She secured first Ms Americana, then Flag Girl. With their gloved hands locked behind their backs, she rolled them together side-by-side before the fire. A few minutes later they woke up to see the ashes of their power belts.
“Merry Christmas, Ms Ameri-bimbo and Flag Twit,” Esha said. “How are my two bestest Christmas presents ever feeling? Up to some light bondage and sex? Don’t worry, it’ll get worse. Hahahaha!”
“You burned up our power belts!” Ms Americana cried, horrified. “We are so going to beat you to within…”
“Aw, shut up,” Esha said. She held up a bright blue ball gag, winked at the suddenly wide-eyed super heroine, and then stuffed it in her big mouth and strapped it down around her head.
“Holy Silent Night, Ms A, she gagged you!” Flag Girl cried.
“Not just her, Sweetie,” Esha said with a sexy baby voice.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes. Open wide,” Esha said. When Flag Girl clamped her teeth together and shook her head violently, Esha shrugged. She picked up the poker, and brought it down across the sexy sidekick’s thighs.
“Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeee!” Flag Girl cried. Esha stuffed the bright red ball gag into her mouth, and buckled it down around her head. “Mmmgggghhh!”
“Now it is Silent Night, Unholy for you Night,” Esha said. Turning, she walked across the room and picked up her discarded black mask. She cut a dark look at the trussed up heroines, who both stared back with wide eyes. “I guess you know what I’m going to do now, don’t you?”
Esha walked over to a mirror, and carefully placed her mask back on. Then she walked over to her sack of stolen presents and pulled out a camcorder. The shapely bikini clad cat burglar placed the camcorder on a table, with a perfect view of the handcuffed and helpless super heroines.
She pressed “start” on the camcorder and strolled over to her beautiful, brightly costumed captives. Ms Americana and Flag Girl were both sitting up at this point, struggling in vain to be free of the hated handcuffs. But without their power belts, they weren’t much stronger than a normal, athletic woman.
“If you are going to struggle so sexily, at least you could remove your top so the naughty boys and girls can see those monster mammaries bouncing so juicily. I know the thought takes my breath away, Sweetie,” Esha said, dropping to one knee behind Delta City’s premier super heroine. She reached around both side of the curvaceous super heroine, cupping her titanic 38Gs and then running her delicate, perfectly manicured hands all over those huge puppies before she pulled off the strapless top and continued the molestation. After a few minutes of heavy petting, one hand slid up Ms Americana’s neck, to her face, and finally to her blue, star-spangled mask. “Such a pretty mask. I bet it hides an even prettier face. What do you think?”
“Mmmgghhh! Nnngggh!” Ms Americana cried around her ball gag.
Esha pulled Ms Americana’s head way back, then leaned in and traced the mask with her hot, wet tongue. “Mmmm, delicious. I’ve shocked you. I’ve startled and surprised you. I’ve even seen horror in those lovely blue eyes. But this is the first time I’ve seen terror. Fear of the Big Unmasking. I like it.”
The beautiful blonde cat burglar slipped a delicate finger under Ms Americana’s mask, through the left eyehole. The helpless, patriotically clad heroine started to pant loudly through her nose, her body trembling.
“Who are you?” Esha sang sweetly. “What? Don’t like rock and roll? Would you prefer to be unmasked to a Christmas carol? How about…Hark the sexy cat burglar sings…” and she started to slowly pull off the mask, “…glory in Americana’s unmasking!” It was half off. “Ms Americana’s face is soon to be revealed, then it is her sidekick who will squeal.” It was loose enough, so she whipped off the mask. “Ta da! Ms Americana is….Brenda Wade? Wow! That’s big! Hahahaha! My victory is GLORIOUS!”
A cold chill slithered up Ms Americana’s back, filling her shapely body with utter dread and doom. Her head was spinning so wildly she could barely think as she watched Esha place her all important mask in a sack with her other loot. A battle trophy the cat burglar would likely frame. Then Esha walked over to Flag Girl.
“This is kind of anticlimactic, isn’t it?” Esha said. “If the big titted, black haired Ms Americana is Brenda Wade, that can only mean the obnoxiously perky blonde bimbo sidekick is her ward, the equally perky and obnoxious Lydia Wills.” She reached down and yanked off the plain blue mask. “Yep, lil Lydia her own fine self.”
Esha returned to the sack of loot, and dropped Flag Girl’s mask inside. Then she reached in and pulled out two black leather collars and two leashes.
“I was expecting you two earlier in the week, but Christmas Eve night just happens to be the perfect time to grace me with your presences, or is that presents? Hmm, you’ve been the most fun presents to UNWRAP I’ve ever had,” Esha said, smirking. She fastened the first collar around Ms Americana’s slender throat, and attached the leash. Then she collared Lydia, and attached the leash. “Shall we go, my pets? Hahahaha!”
The handcuffed and ball gagged super heroines struggled to their stiletto booted feet and stood together glowering at the hated cat burglar. She led them out to the Americana Mobile.
“I’m leaving the camcorder there for the police to find,” Esha said, pulling Ms Americana’s cell phone out of the heroine’s car. “Hello, 911, there’s a burglar inside the house at 6969 Babcock. I think he is trashing the place really badly. You better hurry.”
Esha then ripped Flag Girl’s top off, and dropped it in the front doorway. “Something to pique the cops’ interest. Bet they get real excited when they find Ms Ameri-tits top inside, next to the running camcorder. Oh, what will they do? I don’t know…may they will watch the video of you both being UNMASKED. Hahaha!”
Esha forced the hapless heroines into the trunk of the Americana Mobile. The sexy cat burglar, humming Christmas carols, got into the Americana Mobile and drove to downtown Delta City, found a dark alley full of homeless men and parked.
“Hiya, boys. You guys up to a little Christmas cheer?”
“What do you have in mind, woman?” a big, elderly man said. She didn’t like the way he was looking her barely dressed body up and down.
“Not me,” she said, and grinned. “A couple of horny heroines that every man and his mother wants to bone. Ms Americana and Flag Girl.”
Esha opened the trunk, and pulled the two reluctant super heroines out by the leashes. She led them over to the twenty plus homeless men starting to gather together. The scene was lit by the Americana Mobile’s headlights, as they watched with awestruck eyes. Ms Americana and Flag Girl were topless, unmasked and collared. Every cock got instantly hard.
Ms Americana tried to be strong, tried to be defiant. But the looks of lust and longing and pure animal hunger in the eyes of all of those homeless men struck her deep down. Her body understood what they wanted, and what they would get. The butterflies erupted deep in her lower belly, and her pussy began to moisten up and tingle with erotic heat.
Esha forced the two helpless heroines to walk around the homeless men twice, before she started going through them. Filthy hands pinched their sweet round butts and big bouncing tits, they were groped, fondled and fingered. After a few passes, Esha slowed them down as they passed through the crowd of horny men. Hands were everywhere – face, hair, legs, butts, belly, twat and TITS.
“If you boys want them, they are yours for the taking,” Esha said. “If you don’t want to FUCK THEM, then tell me now. I’ll find someone who does.”
“Oh, we want them,” another man said as he ripped Ms Americana’s thong bottoms off her body. Ms Americana’s baby blues were wild as he grabbed one massive tit, and plunged two fingers of his other hand knuckle deep up her wet cunt. “Oh yes, this is going to be the best Christmas ever.”
Esha watched with glee filled blue eyes as he pushed Ms Americana to the ground. The sexy super heroine’s long, shapely legs spread wide naturally, proving to the world without doubt she WANTED IT. That she was a natural born whore. He pulled out a huge cock, and pushed it in slowly while fondling her titanic tits with both hands.
“Uuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana groaned, her baby blues rolling up as her back arched.
“Nnnnnnnggggggghhhh!” Flag Girl cried as men dragged her to the ground.
Esha watched as the sexy sidekick was forced to mount a homeless man’s long, thick black cock, then another homeless man mounted her ass.
“Double fucked, in more ways than one,” Esha quipped. Then she dialed Ms Americana’s cell phone again, “Hello, TMZ? Just a tip. Ms Americana and Flag Girl are filled with the Christmas Spirit, so are Christmas Balling two dozen homeless men behind the Wade Center in downtown Delta City. Just in case you wanted to take a few pictures, you know? Merry Christmas.”
“Esha, you fiend,” Ms Americana gasped out. Esha’s left brow rose up to hear her nemesis speak. Why wasn’t she still gagged. Then she looked down, and saw a homeless man trying to insert the longest black cock she’d ever seen. Not so thick, but tickle the colon long. “You have defeated and destroyed us, but you will feel super heroine vengeance someday….uuggghhhh. Ngggh!”
“I would ask you to elaborate, Ms A, but I’m sure you are too polite to speak with your mouth full. Hahaha! Cock looks good in you,” Esha said. “You too, Flag Cunt.”
Esha watched the homeless men hump the brains out of her hated foes. As expected, it didn’t take long before Ms Americana and Flag Girl lost themselves in the nonstop sex. They became little sex fiends themselves, giving as good as they got. So Esha was able to retrieve her handcuffs and leave before the TMZ paparazzi arrived to record their ultimate fate for all prosperity.
“Remember boys, after you are through I’m sure a PIMP would pay top dollar for those two. Think of all the booze you could buy with that money,” Esha said. “Merry Christmas!”
THE END
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