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Ms Americana is the creation of Mr. X.

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ESHA: SLAP DOWN

By Dark One

Esha paused in the night shadows of the sprawling mansion. She listened intently, but nothing sounded amiss. Anson Jawl's security was less than anticipated. Especially with over a million dollars in jewelry stashed in his safe inside.

This job would be especially sweet, since Mr. Jawl had the audacity to contact her directly with an offer to do one of his BDSM porn flicks. Her, Barbara Cummings! The most sought after bikini model in the world. She still couldn't believe he'd do such a thing, especially at the obscenely low pay he offered.

So instead of getting paid one hundred thousand for three weeks work shooting a hardcore porn video, I'll make one million in one night by looting his safe, she thought with glee.

The Spanish Colonial mansion was still well lit at four o'clock in the morning, but she knew from careful observations and "casual" conversations during "chance" meetings with some of his bimbo porn starlets that the nightly orgy usually ended around two, though the lights were never turned off. It would make moving around inside easier.

Esha wasn't concerned about being seen. There were between sixty and a hundred scantily clad young women in his mansion at any given time. All porn starlets from his many films and porn shorts. An Anson Jawl production always delivered with scores of gorgeous women in each film, most having girl on girl sex at least three or four times on screen. Indeed, most of his films were about sexually active sororities or whorehouses full of horny hookers or strip clubs where the dancers were kinky and insatiable. Whatever the subject, the film contained ten women to every man.

Besides, in her skimpy black bikini and stiletto pumps, she would fit right in. The mask and opera gloves might give them pause, but considering the kinky nature of the mansion's owner and the type of porn films he made she doubted anyone would look twice at her. Well, she had to admit in all modesty, they would definitely look twice, or even three times. She was tall, shapely and drop dead gorgeous, with a set of knockers to die for.

A noise to her right caught her attention. Sneaking over, she peered deeply into the dark. After a moment, she spotted two naked girls going at each other like a pair of sex-starved minx. She didn't know if they truly enjoyed lesbian sex, or were rehearsing one of Anson's sex scenes.

Moving past the amorous babes, Esha walked right up to the front door. It was unlocked. She entered and looked around.

"Is this a mansion or a cheap whore house?"

It was the most garishly decorated home she'd ever seen. The dominant colors were red, gold and black. Every other item was gilded.

"Anyone with such bad taste doesn't deserved to own fine jewelry," she said, shaking her head.

Anson's safe was in his bedroom. Indeed, everything of importance was in his bedroom. It was his office, conference room, porn movie set and party room for his nightly orgies. So Esha headed up the stairs. On the way up she passed five women and two men, all passed out on the stairs. All were buck ass naked and reeked of alcohol.

"This is too easy," she muttered. "I might have to come back after he gets some security, just because I need a better challenge than this cake walk."

Challenge or not, Esha wasn't about to turn her nose up at a million in diamonds, rubies and other fine jewels just because the owner was too stupid and full of himself to install a decent security system. The two rent-a-cops at the front gate were less than useless, since they spent the first half of the night watching the parts of the orgy that spilled out of the main house on their closed circuit TV, then watched porn the rest of the night. Neither ever did a walk around.

"Get what you pay for," she said.

At the top of the stairs, she listened and heard the music to the left. That would be the orgy, and Anson's bedroom. Esha headed that, figuring her final destination was behind the gilded double doors at the end of the hallway. But halfway down she was surprised when a side door opened and a hand shot out.

Esha was seized by the wrist and jerked into the pitch-black room. She was immediately pushed against the wall and felt two hands grab her tits. A bare second later a hot mouth covered hers.

"Mmmmm," she said, blue eyes wide in surprise.

A playful tongue pushed past her full red lips and tickled the roof of her mouth. She felt the hands on her tits slip around her back and release the catch. Her top was pulled away and she felt her heavy tits drop and bounce.

"Let go of me," she said when her lips were abandoned for the allure of her bare breasts. Her abductor started sucking on her left nipple. "Uhhggh. Oh, my. I mean, stop it."

Reaching out wide with both arms, she flailed about until she hit the light switch. Bright light flooded the bedroom, causing the young man mauling her tits to cry out in pain as he ducked and covered his eyes. Esha pulled a knee up to her chest, placed a stiletto pump on the young man's naked rump, and pushed him as hard as she could. He was hurled straight into the overlarge bed.

Esha raced after him. She jumped on his back and seized his wrists. Using the restrains secured to the four posters, she quickly bound the man tightly. He was left spreadeagle and panting. And he was quite a sight to behold, making her regret the haste in which she pushed him away.

"Pretty," Esha said, running a black gloved hand across his washboard belly.

He was hung to shame a horse. Semi-erect, it was a good eight inches. She wondered how big it would get if fully excited. There was only one way to find out.

Esha began stroking the cock. The young man grinned and thrust his hips upwards. He glanced at her with drug glazed green eyes and grinned even more fiercely.

"You're pretty," he said. "I like pretty girls."

Airhead, she thought. But said aloud, "You want me? You want me to suck your dick?"

The aforementioned dick suddenly grew another inch and thickened nicely in her hand. He nodded stupidly and she sighed wearily. Why did so many of the splendidly hung hunks have to be so screwed up? She was beautiful, too. It wasn't that hard.

With her other hand, Esha began fondling his massive balls. He gasped and writhed. She watched him carefully, toying with his genitals in the most delightful ways. Soon he was a good ten inches and still growing.

"You must be one of Anson's movie studs," she whispered in his ear. He smelled good. "I'll bet you are a porn star."

"Yeah, I am Lance Daly," he said, eyes closed and starting to sweat. "I can fuck all day on camera, then fuck all night for fun."

I'd like to get lanced daily by that cock, she thought, then swallowed hard.

"And you're big enough to satisfied even the most wallowed out porn queen."

"I made Anita Head cum twice during yesterday's shoot."

"You the man, Lance. Oh yeah, you the man."

He grinned and grew another inch. Esha swallowed hard. She didn't have time to tarry, but he was so gorgeous and hung. Hung like Goliath. Hung like King Kong.

"What movie are you making?"

"King Long Dong and the Harem of Perpetual Blondes."

"Ah," she said, rolling her eyes. Then she bent over his face and said, "You want me to suck you? You want these ruby reds on your monster cock?"

He shuddered and nodded enthusiastically. So she took his cock in both hands and squeezed it tight. Very slowly, she inched her luscious lips closer and closer to his massive manhood. He thrust his hips upward, trying to make contact. But she stayed just out of range, but close enough he could feel her hot breath on his dick head.

His cock grew another inch.

"Lord, it has to be a good twelve inches," she muttered, amazed. "I'd be worthless after being whipped with that stick." She could feel him shaking. He was so close. "Sorry King Long Dong. Not this time."

Esha quickly stuffed his discarded underwear in Lance's gaping mouth, then tied it off with a hand towel. He struggled desperately, glaring murderously at her over the gag. But he wasn't going anywhere.

"Sweet dreams, Not-a-chance Lover," she laughed as she put her black bikini top back on.

Leaving the porn actor bound and gagged, she hurried down the hallway with a big grin. This was proving to be much more fun than she anticipated. The lord of the manor's bedroom would likely be even more amusing.

The gilded double doors were unlocked and slightly ajar. Esha carefully pushed one side open and peeked inside. It was filled from wall to wall with intertwined naked men and women. Mostly women. The California king sized bed was weighed down with shapely young tarts, and a single sleeping man of about thirty-five. Anson Jawl.

Everyone was asleep.

Smiling wickedly, Esha eased into the room and pushed the door closed. She didn't want to be interrupted. Carefully, oh so carefully, she moved through the room of bodies. She had to pick her spots to step with extreme care. The safe was easy enough to find, since the lewd painting of redheaded twins double-teaming a black man that normally hid it was swung out on its hinges. The painting, of course, was above Anson's bed.

"Touchy," she said, but pleased for the challenge.

Esha eased up onto the giant bed. She slowly and carefully stepped between the mass of naked women and Anson, all soundly asleep after their hard day making porn and the "after party." When she finally reached the safe, she found herself standing over the porn prince himself, her stiletto heeled feet to either side of her heavily muscled chest. She couldn't see how well he was endowed, since a porn starlet's magnificent red mane covered his groin area from waist to knees.

"No matter," she mumbled, only slightly disappointed. Then she turned to regard the safe. It was a good one, back when it was installed in 1930's! And she had that antiquated safe open in less than two minutes. "Wow."

Esha couldn't believe what she saw. There was easily twice the treasure she expected. Maybe three times. This would be her greatest take in one night ever. The first necklace she picked up was easily worth half a million.

"What are you doing?" a groggy feminine voice asked. "Who are you?"

Esha glanced over her shoulder, wide eyed, at the now awake redhead. Two sets of piercing blue eyes locked on each other. Both understood exactly what was happening and was about to happen. Esha turned and leapt as the redhead's mouth opened.

"Thief! Anson, you're being robbed!"

To Esha's surprise, the redhead reached out and caught hold of her ankle. Anson took a bare second to come completely awake, to find a strange blonde struggling with one of his favorites girls. A masked blonde with big hooters, and few clothes.

"Hold her, Tabitha!" Anson cried and jumped into the fray. "Everyone, help us!"

Esha was beside herself. No matter how hard she kicked, she couldn't break loose of the redhead's grip. Plus, she was half on and half off the bed, in an awkward position, so couldn't defend herself. Someone grabbed her bag of loot and ripped it out of her hands, then Anson Jawl leapt on top of her.

"Aaaiiieee," Esha cried as she was slammed bodily into the hardwood floor, with Anson on top of her.

Esha's breath was forced out and she became desperate to regain it. But the porn lord wasn't allowing it. He punched her in the belly, then in the ribs. Then others joined the fray, and her arms were quickly seized and pulled behind her back. Handcuffs were snapped on her wrists.

"Got her," Anson said proudly. "No one robs me and gets away with it."

Esha was pulled to her feet and held in place by two naked men. She struggled but couldn't break free. But to her surprise, Anson Jawl didn't confront her right away. Instead, he directed the hasty setting up of audio and video equipment. What was about to happen would be well recorded, from multiple angles.

"Okay, I can be reasonable," Esha said, seeing she had no hope of breaking free and escaping. Not yet, anyway. She was confident they would make a mistake and she'd get away, and she might even still get her loot, too. "You caught me. I give up. Now, let me go and I promise not to ever come back."

"You're not going anywhere, sweet tits," Anson said, leering at her chest. "I think I deserve a peek at those jugs, seeing as you broke into my house and tried to rob me and all."

Of course, Esha thought. They always go for the tits first. I haven't met a man yet that can keep his eyes or hands off them.

But aloud, "Uh, Mr. Jawl, I don't think that is a good....oh!"

The redhead, Tabitha, seized her bikini top between the tits, and yanked it off. Besides being treated to shabbily, Esha winced upon hearing the bikini top ripping. Afterwards, when she got free, her top would be useless. The assembled men and women gawked as her large, globular tits bounced and swayed before their delighted eyes. Once again, Esha struggled to break free, which only made her tits bounce and jiggle enticingly for her captors' amusement.

Panting, and finally giving up again, Esha said, "I'm ready to make a deal."

"Make a deal?" Anson said, stepping closer. He looked her over closely, very pleased with what he saw. "I know who you are. The thief called Esha. Didn't you capture Ms Americana once or twice? And leave her tied up and humiliated for the police to find?"

"Yes! I did," she said. "Would you like me to catch her for you? I can do it?"

"Hmmm, very tempting offer, Esha," he said, starting to caress her exposed breasts.

Esha gasped when he pinched one of her semi-erect nipples. Then he took both nipples between thumbs and forefingers, and started to roll and knead them in the most erotic, wonderful manner. In less than a minute both nipples were rock hard and erect, and Esha was panting.

"Yes, very tempting offer, but I see lots of temptations before me right now," he said. He signaled and someone behind her pulled her skimpy black bikini bottoms down. "Nice snatch. Bikini waxed and neatly trimmed." His right hand dropped down and touched her in the most intimate manner. "Oh, yeah, as I expected. She's already wet with anticipation."

Anson caressed her pussy lips with experienced fingers. She quickly realized he knew exactly how to touch a woman, and to elicit whatever reaction he wanted from her. Esha tried to struggle, but he couldn't be thrown off. Anson soon had her gasping and shaking her head back and forth, eyes closed and ruby lips slightly parted. Then she was startled when he yanked her long blonde hair straight back.

Esha looked up into his triumphant eyes. Then he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her long and hard. At the same time, he pushed his finger past her well-lubed pussy lips and started messaging her clitoris. Esha groaned low in her throat as her back arched and her eyes closed again. She was tingling deep in her belly. A tingle that spread from her tits to her knees. It felt so damn good. Too good. She could lose herself in that kind of erotic pleasure.

"Mmmhhhhmmm," she groaned as his finger then plunged deep into her vagina.

Esha began grinding her pussy harder into his hand, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure out of that most erotic of contacts. The intellect was pushed aside by the base animal deep inside. Capture and escape were forgotten as she tried to maximize her pleasure.

Anson release her now hungry lips. She squeaked pathetically, but quickly returned to panting as he took her closer and closer to sexual Nirvana with his magic fingers.

"What a slut you are," Anson said, then laughed with the others watching. "You obviously don't get enough dick in your diet."

With that, he pulled his finger out of her cunt and thrust it in her mouth. Esha instinctively began sucking and licking it clean.

"Good girl," he said, leering. "And since you are so good, I'll give you what you really want. Cock."

Esha looked down at his fully erect cock. It was easily nine inches, and very thick. Two porn starlets, redheaded Tabitha and blonde Cynthia, each grabbed her just above the knee. Her knees were lifted and separated, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable to Anson. He promptly moved up and started rubbing his cock head up and down her slit, driving her wild with anticipation. Esha ground her teeth and panted, waiting for what was coming.

Anson slowly pushed his massive dick into her vagina. He savored every second, every inch of penetration.

"Oooooo," Esha sighed. "Oh, my God, yes."

She knew he was thick, but now she started to understand just how thick his member truly was as he pushed her vagina to widths it had never known before. Then with the dickhead firmly inside, Anson began a slow thrust that brought a gasp from her perfect lips. It felt so damn good she shuttered and gasped, cried out and thrust her legs straight out.

In and out, deeper and deeper, Anson worked her pussy good. Esha enjoyed sex as much, if not more than, anyone, but that man knew how to please a woman. Knew how to please her. The erotic tingling was super intense now. Her insides turned to jelly. She knew she was lost if she didn't do something to save herself quickly. If she came, then he would surely win.

"Oh, wait....stop....p-please stop," she begged. "I can h-help you."

"Help me what?" he said, still pumping in and out of her with machinelike power and stamina. "I like what I have right now." He stopped and looked down at her with a frightening look of triumph and lust. "In fact, there's only one other thing I need to make my victory perfect."

"W-what?"

"To see the face behind the mask."

"NO!" she cried, starting to buck and twist.

"Tabitha, I give you the honor of unmasking the infamous Esha," Anson said, started to pump her again. This time, though, he was pumping her like a mad man. "Take your time, babe. I want to enjoy this."

Esha couldn't believe it. He was fucking the shit out of her, and now he ordered one of his sexy strumpets to unmask her. She was utterly helpless: wrists handcuffed behind her back, arms held by two strong men, and being fucked long and hard by a super sized cock.

Then Tabitha sidled up close and cupped Esha's hefty tits in perfectly manicured hands. The porn queen flicked Esha's hard, hypersensitive nipples with her long nails, driving her mad with wicked pleasure. Then, to Esha's rising horror, Tabitha's other hand reached up to her face.

"P-Please.....Ooooo, ahh...I mean, please don't un - Ahhhhhh, awww, God," Esha gasped out. "I'll be ruined if you unmask me. Please, Anson, I'll do anything you ask. Anything!" His pumping in and out of her pussy increased. "Ooooooo."

"I wonder who you really are," Tabitha cooed with glee, a wicked twinkle in her startling blue eyes. "I've read all the torrid stories about you, how you seduce both men and women, and then humiliate them. I especially liked it when you captured and humiliated super heroines, like Ms Americana and Flag Girl."

Esha felt Tabitha's feminine hands caress her face, then caress the mask.

"Behind the mask," Tabitha breathed sultrily. "Who is really behind the mask?"

Tabitha kissed Esha's red lips. Red and purple lipstick co-mingled in a greasy lipstick kiss that lasted forever. Tabitha toyed with Esha's tits and nipples the whole time, while Anson increased the speed of his pumping some more as he watched them breathlessly in anticipation.

"A deal! A deal," Esha gasped. "I'll make a deal you can't believe!"

Tabitha seized the edge of Esha's black mask between her thumb and forefinger. Esha felt her thumbnail slip under the edge. Wild-eyed, Esha increased her bucking. She tried to shake her head, but Tabitha had a large black man step up and seize it tightly. Then the porn tartlet seized the mask's edge again and smiled lustily down into Esha's disbelieving blue eyes.

"Don't do it," Esha gasped.

Tabitha began to pull. The sticky two-sided tape held for a long moment. She pulled harder, then pinched and twisted Esha's sensitive nipple with her other hand, eliciting a gasping cry. Esha couldn't believe it all came down to this. This job looked so simple. Too simple, and now this.

"Ohhhh," Esha breathed as the tingle deep in her belly turned to that heady rush to climax.

Anson was on the verge of losing his seed as well. It was everything he could do to keep it in until the unmasking. And Tabitha was steadily pulling away her mask. And there was no doubt what would come next, for Anson Jawl wanted her secret identity for a reason. And she knew that reason.

"And the woman behind the mask is.....," Tabitha said dramatically, as she reached the half off point and then ripped it all the way off. "Oh! It's true!"

"Barbara Cummins!" Anson cried triumphantly, and lost his control

Esha felt Anson's hot jizm gush deep into her belly. A second later he pulled out and spewed hot, sticky cum all across her belly, pubic mound and inner thighs. At the same time, Esha climaxed, crying out and arching her back.

"I have a deal for you, arrogant bitch. Only one deal," Anson said. "You belong to me now, bikini model Barbara Cummins, who was too good to make one of my movies before. I'm going to re-invent you, from world famous bikini model to infamous porn star."

# # #

Ms Americana shook her head woefully. She looked down upon Lance Daly, all tied up and fuming. She knew exactly who he was after a two month investigation of Anson Jawl's porno operation. Lance was the "tamer." When Anson bought a new girl from white slavers, she was given to Lance to fuck into submission. He relished his job.

"Someone beat me to the punch, Lancie boy," Ms Americana said with a smirk.

Lance glared daggers at her over his gag for a long moment, then his true colors rang through. The anger bleed away from his green eyes, as they dropped to regard her shapely body. After a moment, Ms Americana noticed a look was astonishment, awe even.

Ms Americana stood over him in her red, white and blue, star-spangled bikini in her patented super heroine pose: fists balled up on well-rounded hips, 44DDs thrust out proudly and head held high. The smirk never left her gorgeous, star-spangled blue masked face. Red boots with a white strip up the front, red leather gauntlet gloves, golden tiara and golden power belt finished off her super heroine costume.

Lance became aroused as he looked at her. Ms Americana's eyes widened as his member grew and grew and grew. By the time it was ten inches she had to swallow hard due to a lump in her throat. But then she recalled that he used his massive cock to batter down the will power of pretty young women so his boss could force them into pornography.

"You look good all tied up, Lance,' Ms Americana said. "I like it, since I don't have to go hunting you down like the craven dog you are once I dispose of your boss."

Anger flashed like green fire in his eyes. She was amazed that his cock was still growing. Apparently he was kinky, and liked being tied up before a strong, superior woman. Ms Americana was both disgusted and pleased. She would never couple with such a slimy monster of a man, but his desire for her gave her power over him.

Ms Americana reached out with her right hand, and encircled his cock with her thumb and index finger. She was astonished to find she couldn't touch the tips of her fingers together unless she squeezed hard. But Lance enjoyed her experiment, groaning in pleasure when she squeezed, so she snarled and seized his huge balls. They were easily the biggest balls she'd ever seen.

"Ouch!" Ms Americana said snugly as she squeezed Lance's balls until he screamed through his gag and bucked wildly. "Not so much fun now, is it?" She released his balls and backhanded his erect dick with a loud "thwap!" "Pig. Filthy, disgusting pig. Rest assured, you and your boss will be getting yours today."

With that, Ms Americana turned on a red stiletto heel and marched out of the room. Once in the hallway, she regarded the gilded doors at the end. Anson Jawl's bedroom, and primary porno sound stage. She was sure most of his henchmen and harlots were in there with him. He was known to have nightly orgies in his bedroom.

"Time for a rude awakening, Anson Jawl," she muttered as she headed for the master bedroom, blue eyes flashing fire.

Anson Jawl had a lot to pay for. Primarily he was the bastard that bought Got Gal from the white slaver that captured her. Then he forced Got Gal to make a dozen porn movies, pose for thousands upon thousands of erotic photos, and then sold her overseas. Everyone knew he was the man that did it, but no one could prove it. Not "courtroom" proof, anyway.

Ms Americana kicked in the door and strode in purposely. Three steps in she stopped and struck her super heroine pose again. The room was full, mostly with young beautiful women. In fact, she figured there were close to ten women for each man. And there were ten men she could see.

"Stand fast, everyone," Ms Americana commanded. "Anson Jawl, you are under arrest for conspiracy in kidnapping, transporting kidnapped women across state and national borders, and rape."

"Ms Americana!" a familiar voice cried.

Ms Americana gawked at the sight before her. Esha was being held by two men, her arms bound behind her back. Two women, a redhead and a blonde, were molesting her. All she wore was her black patent leather stiletto pumps and black opera gloves. And she was unmasked!

"Don't let her go, no matter what," Anson ordered his two henchmen. "We'll take care of Ms Americana."

"Take care of me? You? HA!" Ms Americana said. "You arrogant pup. You aren't man enough to lick the dirt off my boots, and you think you can take me on and win? How sad for you."

Ms Americana hooked her thumbs over her power belt and sauntered through the men and women, heading straight toward Anson. The porn lord's people pulled back and let her pass without balking. She was soon two steps in front of him and smiling smugly. He looked disconcerted.

"Get her!" he cried, and took a swing at Ms Americana's face.

Men rushed in from all directions. She ignored them, until after she caught Anson's arm, twisted it behind his back and shoved him brutally into the wall. He collapsed with a pained groan as she turned to face his henchmen. She threw the first man through a window, and the second through the wall into the master bath. The third man got a glancing blow off the back of her head, so she picked him up over her head in both arms.

"Hey! Let me go!"

"As you wish," she said, and threw him into Esha and the two men holding her.

She smiled to see Esha writhing in pain beneath that pile of men. Served her right, especially after what she did to her last month. It was bad enough to be captured, stripped and left naked for the cops to find. But Esha had paddled her soundly and then left the paddle's handle rammed up her ass. Then Esha turned on the ceiling fan she was hanging from and left.

It was humiliating beyond belief.

If she'd known Esha was robbing the place tonight, and got captured, she would've waited another week or so, to give Anson time to utterly humiliate and subjugate the arrogant thief. Esha needed to be taken down several notches, badly. But she was there, and victory was all but won. Just a few more men to neutralize, then haul them all in. Esha, or better yet Barbara Cummins, would be taken in as the thief she was, and the world would finally know that she truly was Esha. Esha's criminal career would be put to an end once and for all time.

Lost in that most pleasant of reveries, Ms Americana forgot about the other men attacking her. It took less than a moment, then she was startled with powerful arms encircled her chest, pinning her arms to her sides. Another man stepped in front of her and immediately punched her between the eyes. Her head spun a second, but began to clear. Her power belt not only gave her super human strength, but also put her body's healing abilities into overdrive.

"You'll pay for that, miscreant," Ms Americana snarled, then lifted her booted feet and kicked him across the room. He bounced off the wall and fell unconscious. "Good riddance."

"We won't make that mistake, Ameri-slut," another man said.

He was to her left, with another to her right. Both men started pounding her sides.

'Uuuugggghhhhh!" she wailed in pain and frustration.

Ms Americana could feel her strength starting to wane. Then she saw all the beautiful young women watching. So delicate and beautiful, and defenseless against Anson Jawl and his henchmen. If she failed, they would continue to suffer under his cruel dominance, and then more like them would fall into his vile hands.

"No!" she growled, and summoning up the last of her strength, she forced her arms away from her sides and broke her captor's deadly hold. Spinning around, she head butted him to the floor then turned on the men attacking her sides. One of them attacked her immediately.

Ms Americana seized his arm and swung him around and around, then released him to smash into the other man. The force drove them both into the nearby wall, where they collapsed moaning and groaning in pain.

"Ohhh, you ignorant bastards, let go of me!" Esha cried, writhing in two men's grasp.

Ms Americana smiled as they got to their feet and held her fast. Then she saw another man coming up from her left side. She dropped low and spun, sweeping his feet away. Then she kicked him in the head, ending his attack. Another tried to sneak up behind her, whom she dropped with a single elbow to the face.

"Ah, Anson, you're back for some more ass whipping," Ms Americana said, seeing Anson stumble back toward her. He held a white cotton cloth in one hand, and a dark bottle of chloroform in the other. Indicating the chloroform, "Apparently you are mistaken, it isn't my bedtime yet."

"Ms Americana, help me," Esha said. "They're trying to force me into making porno movies."

"Help you. I'm grateful they caught you," she said. "Your ass is going to jail with the rest of them, Esha. Or should I say, Barbara Cummins."

"Bitch!" Esha cried, and tried to break free. "Wait until I get my hands on you again! The paddle up the ass wasn't anything compared to what I will do to you next time."

Furious, Ms Americana marched up to Esha and backhanded her brutally. The beautiful super thief sagged in the arms of the men holding her.

"You better hope your lawyer can't keep you out of prison," Ms Americana said. "Otherwise, I'll exact my own justice from your hide."

"Exact this," Esha snarled, and kicked Ms Americana in the twat.

Ms Americana gasped, both hands clutching her brutalized cunt. Then Esha kicked up again, catching the beautiful super heroine on the chin. Ms Americana's arms flew wide as she staggered back in a pain filled daze.

"There, a gift to you, Anson," Esha said triumphantly. "Take her down with the chloroform."

Ms Americana heard Esha's words and knew a second of panic. Then she felt the damp cloth pressed over her mouth and nose. As a previous victim of chloroform, Ms Americana immediately stopped breathing. She only needed a moment to recover from the two kicks, then she would tend to Anson Jawl and his pathetic attempt to capture her.

One of Anson's henchmen stepped in front of her. It was Lance Daly, and rage burned in his eyes. Ms Americana's eyes widened as he pulled back his fist. Then he punched her in the belly, forcing her breath to explode out. In the next instant, she sucked in a deep breath through the chloroform pad. The sickly sweet smell of chloroform filled her nostrils. Already weakened by Esha's devious blows, Ms Americana's body was in no condition to handle a whiff of chloroform.

"Mmmppphhhh!" she wailed into the pad.

Ms Americana clutched at Anson's hand, but was weakening fast. It was already getting hard to concentrate. Then she noticed the other women, all watching excitedly.

Sweet Liberty! If I'm captured he will force me to become like them, she thought dismally.

She stomped down on Anson's bare foot with a stiletto heel. He screamed like a schoolgirl and released her. Ms Americana staggered forward two steps, and then she was punched in the belly again by Lance. He doubled her up and she fell to her knees gasping.

"Payback is a mother fucker, Ameri-bitch," Lance growled.

"Take off her belt, you imbeciles," Esha cried. "Without the belt she is just as weak and helpless as any other woman." Ms Americana looked up at her in shock and horror. Esha smiled down at her, and kicked her in the chin again. "I'm not going down alone, Ameri-bitch."

Suddenly a beautiful redhead attacked her. Ms Americana and Tabitha struggled for a long moment, then Anson arrived and kicked her in the side. Stunned by the blow to the ribs, Ms Americana was unable to stop Tabitha from removing her power belt.

"Aaaaooowww," Ms Americana groaned miserably as she felt the heady rush of power and strength flow from her body. Suddenly, the brutal battering she'd taken hit her in a wave of pain. "Oohhhh, Sweet Liberty."

"Tabitha, Corinne," Anson said. "Pick her up and hold her."

Ms Americana was pulled to her feet by the redhead and a beautiful brunette with big green eyes and enormous fake boobs. They held her steady between them as Anson straightened himself out and regarded her with angry eyes.

"Not so arrogant and uppity now, heh Americana?" Anson sneered.

"Release me," Ms Americana said, glaring daggers at him. "If you release me and come quietly, I might be moved to speak on your behalf with the District Attorney."

"How generous!" Anson said, amused. He picked up the belt that Tabitha had tossed aside. "So, without this you are a meek as a lamb. How scary this must be for you, Ameri-bitch."

"Fuck her," Esha said. "Unmask her. Treat her to the same thing I endured."

"Just what I was thinking," Anson said. "Billy, you and Jack set up the cameras again. We're going to put on another show, starring Ms Americana!"

The cameras were quickly set up again. Meanwhile, Lance took some rope and bound Ms Americana's arms behind her back, wrist to opposite elbow that the vanquished super heroine found extremely painful and demoralizing. Then her top was removed, and more rope was wrapped above, below and crossed between her massive tits. Finally, her star-spangled bikini bottoms were removed and two men took over holding her in place.

"This is going to be so much fun," Tabitha said with a husky voice.

Tabitha cupped Ms Americana's beautiful masked face in both hands and kissed her lustfully. Shocked, Ms Americana's red lips parted ever so slightly, allowing Tabitha's tongue entrance.

"Mmmmmm," Tabitha groaned.

Wide-eyed, Ms Americana was forced to endure the erotic, lesbian kiss. As much as she fought the feelings, the kiss did take its toll. She blamed the heady chloroform for scrambling her mind and libido, forcing her to actually enjoy the greasy feel of that lipstick kiss. And Tabitha was a great kisser,

Then the porn starlet's beautiful hands slid down her neck, to her titanic tits. She began kneading both tits with an expert touch, quickly proving she knew how to please a woman. Ms Americana gasped and writhed beneath Tabitha's erotic explorations and exploitations of her magnificent 44DDs. Then, to add insult to injury, Corinne crawled under Tabitha's wide spread legs and came up to attack Ms Americana's twat with fingers, lips and tongue.

"Oooohhhhh, nooooo," Ms Americana gasped between passionate kisses.

Corinne's perfectly manicured fingers spread Ms Americana's moist bikini waxed and tightly trimmed pussy. She teased the captured super heroine's twat with her talented tongue for a long moment, while Tabitha sucked face with Ms Americana. Corinne first found the super heroine's super sensitive clit, then started sucking and licking it, while her fingers dove deep into Americana's vagina.

Together, Tabitha and Corinne quickly turned Ms Americana into a quivering mess, her body all a-tingle with pent up sexual energy demanding to be released. Ms Americana strained so hard to fend off the orgasm she knew would herald her fall from power, and take her into a new life as Anson's porno whore.

"Please, don't do this," she quietly begged her sexual tormentors. "Women have to stick together, otherwise evil men will dominate us all. I'm here to free you from Anson's sexual servitude."

"Arrogant bitch," Tabitha snarled. "What makes you think we want to escape?"

"Yeah," Corinne said, then turned her finger around and touch Ms Americana's G-spot. "Time to put you down, once and for all."

The tingle turned into that erotic rush to climax deep in Ms Americana's belly. She gasped and bucked as Tabitha sucked in a hypersensitive nipple and began to work it with an astonishingly talented mouth. At the same time, Corinne's tongue and lips began working her clit more intensely, even as she messaged that G-spot.

"Please don't make me cum! Don't make me cum!" Ms Americana cried out. "You don't understand. If I climax it will destroy me."

"She can't use her power belt if she's kept sexually sated," Esha said with too much pleasure. "So fuck her stupid and you will own her. Truly own that wanton whore."

Esha's terrifying words made a vision of Ms Americana on her knees joyfully making porno for Anson flash before her mind's eyes. It was so erotic Ms Americana felt her libido lurch deep within, and her insides turned to jelly. Ms Americana groaned in delirious pleasure and despair, for she lost control and the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

"Aaaiiieeeeeee! Sweet Liberty!" Ms Americana cried as her back arched and her eyes rolled up into her head. Her belly quivered and quaked as her climax seared her will to fight. "Oooooo, yesss."

Tabitha and Corinne moved away and Anson stepped up. Ms Americana was pushed to her knees. He paused to rub his enormous dick in her face a few minutes. But Ms Americana was still feeling the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm, so just let him do what he wanted to do without word or struggle. Then, after he was satisfied, he pushed her to her back and straddled her chest.

"I've wanted to titty fuck you since the first time I saw you on TV," Anson said. "In fact, thinking about you is what got me into making porno movies."

"How wonderful for you, pig," Ms Americana said.

"Thank you," he said. "You make this more and more fun with comments like that." He plopped his dick between her tits and began playing with those milky white mounts of joy for a long moment. She gasped and writhed beneath him, but she was weak and helpless from being defeated and forced to cum. Totally helpless, just the way he liked her. "Okay, boys, make sure you got good angles and I want Billy to keep a close up on Ms Ameri-Slut's face the whole time, while Jamie keeps a close up on the titty fucking."

When all was ready, he took hold of both of Ms Americana's titanic tits and squeezed them together, his huge cock lost deep within their satiny embrace. Then he started pumping. He fucked her tits long and hard. For ten minutes he titty fucked the fallen super heroine, then he ordered his boys to bring Esha up close.

"Free her hands," he said. Then locking eyes with Esha. "Do you want to unmask her?"

"Oh, God, yes," Esha said. "Let my hand be the one that exposes her to the world, and I'll cooperate fully with you. I'll gladly be your porn star."

"Esha, don't do this," Ms Americana begged as Esha crawled up beside her head and looked down at her. "He's just using you. He's using both of us for profit. Fight him. It's the only way."

"Not the only way," Esha said, leering down at her. "I can join in the fun and make the best of my situation. And if that involves dominating and humiliating you, then I'm all for it."

Esha seized the corner of Ms Americana's blue, star-spangled mask with one gloved hand. Ms Americana gasped and cut her eyes at the nearest camera, the one keeping a close up of her face. She would be utterly destroyed if she were unmasked. There had to be a way out of this. Some ploy to stop them long enough for her to figure out a way to escape.

"As Tabitha asked when she unmasked me, who is behind the mask? Who could it be?" Esha said, and started to pull.

Ms Americana grew frantic. She wanted to shake her head, but that would cause the mask to come off faster. There had to be a way to stop them...fast!

"I can pay ransom!" she blurted out. "Just don't unmask me!"

"Take it off," Anson said huskily.

"Good try, Ameri-twit," Esha said, and kissed her passionately. Red on red lips, lingered a long moment as both women groaned with the intensity of their emotions. "I've always enjoyed kissing you. Now, finally, let's see who is behind the mask."

"Noooo!" Ms Americana wailed in despair as Esha began pulling it off again.

"Here it comes....," Esha said.

"Yes!" Anson cried as he thrust harder between her tits.

"Please stop!"

"Almost there...," Esha said.

"Anything you ask! Just don't unmask me!"

"You getting this Billy?" Anson said.

"Oh, God, yes," Billy said. "I can see half her face, a whole eye!"

"Yes, keep pulling Esha!"

"Stop!" Ms Americana cried. "This is all wrong!"

"And...it's off!" Esha cried.

"OH, YES!" Anson cried. "Oh, yes. It's....it's...!"

"Brenda Wade," Esha said breathlessly.

"Sweet Liberty, Nooooo!"

Anson lost his wad at that moment. Ms Americana felt hot cum splatter across her red lips, chin and left cheek. Then he released her tits and began giving the camera the money shot, spewing across her tits, neck and face.

"My turn," Lance declared joyfully. "Roll her over."

Ms Americana was rolled over onto her knees. Lance moved up behind her and seized her hips. Frantic, she glanced back over her shoulder at him, eyes wide. She couldn't believe this was happening.

"Daddy wants to go bareback riding, baby," Lance said smugly as he looked her shapely rump over. Then he locked eyes with her. "Remember? You said me and Anson would get what we deserved. And we are, too. You, in all of your orifices."

Lance started fingering her pussy with deft fingers. Ms Americana groaned and writhed within his merciless grasp.

"She's sopping wet, guys!" Lance said. "She really is the wanton whore we all thought she had to be."

While Lance fingered her in the most erotic manner, Anson took command of the other end of the fallen super heroine. She laid Esha out before Ms Americana. Esha immediately spread her legs wide and grinned wickedly at her long time foe. Ms Americana, disconserted and sex dazed, barely understood what was happening until Anson pushed down on her head.

At the same time her full lips made contact with Esha's moist cunt, Lance's massive cock touched her tingling labia. Anson pushed her face hard into Esha's groin, trying to force her to eat out the thief's sloppy pussy. But Americana's mind was totally consumed by the massive "bitch tamer" slowly pushing into her pussy.

"Damn! She's tighter than a virgin!" Lance crowed. With a quarter of his cock inside the super heroine's cunt, he began to pump. Slowly at first, but steadily gaining speed and depth. "Oh, yeah. Good shit! Damn good shit!"

"Mmmyypphhh," Ms Americana mumbled through a mouth full of cunt.

Then, to add insult to injury, Tabitha came up on her left and started playing with her left tit. Another young woman came up on the right and started sucking on that tit, too. Ms Americana couldn't believe the intensity of the pleasure she felt. It was too much to endure. She was losing herself. She was losing the ability to think, and quickly becoming a mere sexual animal. And without even realizing it, she began to suck on Esha's twat. By the time Lance has half his cock ramming in and out of her cunt, Ms Americana had found Esha's clit and was sucking on it.

Esha cried out and arched her back. Anson, seeing an opportunity, shifted his position so that he was straddling Esha's head while still holding Americana's head down. Without any bidding, Esha sucked his cock into her greedy mouth.

WHACK!

Ms Americana's bright blue eyes widened in shock and pain from Lance's slap on the ass. The pain weakened her will power. She groaned low and redoubled her efforts eating out Esha's twat. Her own twat began tingling even more, and a warmth quickly spread from her pussy into her belly. She felt the increased lubrication her body released, and suddenly Lance's monster cock went another three inches deeper. He was almost completely inside her.

And it felt great.

"Look at her go!" someone called. "She's loving it!"

The comment pierced her sex-crazed mind. A tiny part of her was able to pull back and look at the situation. She was eating out Esha with wild abandon, while an infamous porn star and rapist fucked the shit out of her from behind. And it was all being filmed for the world to see.

Ms Americana started to buck and writhe, twisting her shapely rump back and forth, up and down and all around, in a vane attempt to unseat Lance. But all she accomplished was increase both his and her pleasure, and soon she began slipping away again.

Suddenly, Anson gasped and started pumping into Esha's mouth frantically. Then seconds later he shot his load into her mouth. Esha immediately reached by reaching climax, which caused a chain reaction. Ms Americana lost control and her orgasm exploded through her body, which turned Lance on so much he lost his struggle to hold back. She felt his hot jizm flood inside her vagina, just before he pulled out for the money shot.

Sticky, white cum sprayed across Ms Americana's shapely ass, dribbling down her satiny thighs. She groaned and gasped, quaking from the orgasm ravaging her body and will.

Ms Americana thought it was over, but a buxom brunette knelt behind her and started rubbing the cum all over her rump and upper legs, even as she buried her pretty face in the super heroine's twat and started to eat her out. Then Anson, Lance and Esha pulled away, to be replaced by a big black with an eager cock for her mouth.

Ms Americana closed her eyes and opened her mouth. It was going to be a looonnng night.

# # #

Six weeks later, Brenda Wade is on her knees. She was wearing nothing but a pair of black thigh boots and a dog collar. Mistress Esha is standing before her, wicked riding crop in hand. Esha was wearing tight black leather, head to toe. The toe of her shiny black thigh boot has a perfect lip print upon it.

"Zoom in to the lip print.....good....good," Anson said. "Good. Now, Barbara, make her lick boot all the way up to your groin."

Mistress Esha used the riding crop to lift Brenda's face.

"Now, slave, lick my boot. Make it pretty. Make it sexy," Mistress Esha said. "Or I'll have to punish you again."

Brenda Wade, once the mightiest of super heroines, nodded and said, "Yes, Mistress Esha. I am yours to command."

The vanquished Queen of Justice, the once invincible Ms Americana, bent over Esha's boot and started licking. She put all of her heart and soul into licking that boot. She licked it from toe to six-inch heel, then from heel up. It took half an hour, but Brenda licked so well she left the jaded crew panting and with hard-ons.

"And cut!" Anson said. "Great job, Brenda. You make the absolute best sex slave!"

"Thank you, Master," she said, her loins tingling with pleasure and anticipation. She gave him her best sultry look. "I hope to please you in other ways, too."

"Later, babe. Now, bring in Lance," Anson said. "It's time to 'tame' the slave again."

THE END