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FLAG GIRL: PIMPETTE

By Dark One

Blonde pigtails flouncing, Flag Girl strode down the neon lit street. The sight of her near legendary costume sent evil-doers scrambling. It was a new costume, that showed her newfound maturity as a super heroine and as a superior woman. The blue mask not quite hiding her stunning beauty was unchanged, as was the blue choker encircling her slender neck. But she'd recently replaced the strapless bikini top with a high collared, blue, star-spangled top that was sleeveless and had a big round cutout exposing her deep cleavage. It covered more skin, but more importantly, it ended a miscreants' ability to easily pull her top down. The sexy super heroine couldn't count the number of times her top was just yanked down to her waist.

Men! Grrrr!

Her gloves were now blue, but she kept the same vertically stripped micro mini and red calf boots. There was no mistaken who or what she was. She oozed sexy super heroine all day and all night.

Flag Girl's bright blue eyes were narrowed and locked on a particularly vile man a block up the street. A pimp. She knew he was a pimp, because he was wearing a pink velvet suit and fancy hat. He wore a ton of gold and diamond bling. Oh, and his pimp cup was sitting on the hood of his pink Cadillac.

He was also beating a pretty little thing in a purple micro mini dress. That was a dead giveaway that he was unsavory. Flag Girl despised men that abused women.

"Halt!" Flag Girl shouted, starting to run.

The unknown pimp glanced over his shoulder. He looked annoyed. Then he did a double-take. Gawked at her a long moment, and finally pushed the girl away, grabbed his pimp cup and jumped into the back seat of his Caddy. His driver floored it and they were gone within seconds.

"Coward!" Flag Girl cried, coming to a stop huffing and puffing. All that running for nothing. "If I ever catch you beating women again, I'll rip off your stupid ugly head!"

"Thank you, Flag Girl!" the pretty little thing said. She was a dainty beauty, with gorgeous mane of fire red hair and big blue eyes the color of mountain lakes. Though two inches shorter than Flag Girl, she had huge silicone tits. "You're the best, babe!"

That took Flag Girl aback. She was used to hookers throwing stinging insults and cursing her venomously, even after saving them from beatings and worse. Praise and gratitude was the last thing she expected from the hooker. Then the other hookers gathered around and heaped praise and their thanks, too.

"If he's so bad to you, why do you serve him?" she asked.

"What can we say?" Penelope said. She was the redhead the vivacious vigilante rescued. "We love our jobs, the money and we need protection. So we need a pimp."

The other hookers nodded agreement.

Flag Girl gave them all a stern look. Their eyes grew wide as they stared at her. She never felt so important and needed before. Maybe she could really do some good.

"This is no life for a woman," Flag Girl said. "Serving men so basely is wicked bad. It's sinful, and it is against the law. Do you want to go to jail?"

"No," they murmured, heads bowed and pouting demurely.

They all looked to be between eighteen and twenty-five. She recognized one girl from High School. A beautiful blonde, Stacy Kimball, had been a cheerleader with Lydia. She was from a poor family, didn't excel in academics, so didn't go to college. Flag Girl was sad to learn where she ended up. Another girl was in her Freshman English lit class at university. They were all beautiful and vulnerable looking.

"You have to give up this self-destructive life and make something of yourselves," she said. They said nothing. "This is a very dangerous life. Any minute you could be beaten by a pimp or a john."

"Not if you protected us," Penelope piped in.

Their eyes all lit up at that idea. Once again, Flag Girl was taken aback.

"Yes!" Stacy cried. She jumped up and down, all sexy girlie like, clapping her hands and silky blonde locks bouncing beautifully. "You can protect us. You can be our manager."

"Manager? You mean pimp? Right?" Flag Girl said. They nodded eagerly. "No way! I'm a super heroine. I fight pimps! That would make me just as vile and despicable as those vile and despicable men."

"Awwww," they said in unison, all dejected.

"No. That isn't bad," Flag Girl said. Her blue eyes lit up with eagerness. "This is an opportunity for you girls. You can cast off the yoke of male domination and exploitation and become REAL women. Working women, making a difference in the work place."

"Corporate hags," Penelope said, almost a sneer. "I prefer to embrace my sexuality and be a whore than live like that. If it means I get my sweet round ass handed to me every couple of days, then so be it."

The other girls agreed, and they all wandered off. None looked particularly happy. Flag Girl felt rather dejected, too. What could she have said to convince them? Later, she'd discuss it with Ms Americana. Maybe together they could come up with a solution to save those young women's lives and souls.

Sugar Town was a rough place. Flag Girl couldn't get the hookers out of her mind all evening. She continued her patrol, managing to chase off five more pimps, and even caught one, kicked his ass and had him hauled off to jail. All in all, it was a good night's work. Then she returned to the corner of 69th and Cummins.

"Great Liberty! He's back," Flag Girl said, seeing the pimp in pink chasing poor Penelope towards her. Stacy was sprawled on the sidewalk behind them, looking dazed and tousled. Flag Girl's temper ignited. How dare that foul fiend attack her friends! She took off running, intent on catching him and putting the fear of God and super heroines in his bones. "You! Pimp! What do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, shit!" he cried.

He was so intent to catching Penelope he failed to see the sexy super heroine charging his way until it was too late. Flag Girl zipped past Penelope and clotheslined the pimp as she passed him. His feet flew up and he landed on his head. Flag Girl picked him up bodily and threw him against a brick wall. Then she commenced to beat the bloody snot out of him. Thoroughly. Very thoroughly.

The pimp was one tough cookie. He took a helleva beating before he finally dropped unconscious at her red booted feet. The hookers all surrounded her and cheered their conquering heroine. Flag Girl basked in the glory of it a long moment, then picked up the pimp and shoved him through the back window of his pink Caddy.

The driver just gawked at her, to afraid to do or say anything.

"Take him away," Flag Girl commanded imperiously. "If I see hide or hair of him again, I'll rip him a new asshole and throw him UNDER the jail."

"Yes, ma'am!" the driver cried, jumped back into the car and pealed out.

"Wahoo! Flag Girl rules!" Stacy cried, dancing around in the arms of a pretty Latina hooker. "We have our protection back!"

"We love you, Flag Girl!" they cried. "Yeah for Flag Girl!"

The super stacked super heroine was flabbergasted. Their adoration was heady, invigorating. It stroked her ego just right. Flag Girl struck a super heroine pose and beamed with pleasure. Then a dozen girls shoved wads of ten, twenty and fifty dollar bills into her blue gloved hands. There was so much cash Flag Girl couldn't hold it all, and it rained down on the sidewalk around her feet. The hookers laughed at that sight, then they all took turns kissing her cheeks and left.

They went back to work.

"What just happened?" she said, stunned.

Not knowing what to do, Flag Girl carefully collected all the money given her and put it all in three huge wads of cash. She didn't bother counting it. Brenda gave Lydia a generous allowance, after all. What did she need with all that money?

"Hi, Flag Girl!" a pretty brunette chirped cheerfully. Flag Girl looked up to find the scantily clad hooker smiling brightly at her. She didn't recall seeing her before. For a change, the hooker wasn't afraid of her. "Thank you for protecting us. Here."

At least two hundred more dollars in twenties and fifties was thrust into her hands. The hooker turned on a stiletto heel and sashayed away. Flag Girl just gawked at her as she flagged down a slow moving car, haggled a few seconds and got in. As the car passed her, the hooker winked.

For the next two hours hookers paraded past, leaving her money. Her share. Her money, then insisted. None of them would take no for an answer, and refused to let her return the money. She had to be paid for protecting them.

That first night Flag Girl took home four thousand, sixty dollars. She was stunned. Her allowance from Brenda was a thousand a month. Of course, Brenda paid for everything. The grand was for spreading around money. But still, four thousand in one night was amazing.

The next night Flag Girl took all the money back down to 69th and Cummins, intent on dividing it up equally between all the girls and finally making them understand she could not be their pimp. She was a super heroine. As Flag Girl, she was head and shoulders above a stinking street pimp. But when she arrived she found a tall Hispanic man hassling Athena Johnson, one of the hookers from the previous night.

The medium sized African American hooker looked like she was fighting for her life. The scantily clad whore was kicking and screaming, clawing and biting. The pimp, though, was practiced at subduing and controlling hookers. Yeah, he was a pimp. Flag Girl knew him from her crime fighting activities -- Jorge Munoz.
"Hello, Jorge," Flag Girl said, interrupting the fray.

"Flag Girl!" Athena cried. "Boy, am I glad to see you, girlfriend. This chump is trying to make us work for him. We told him no, but he won't listen."

"Is that so?" Flag Girl said, taking a super heroine stance before him -- chin high, 36D chest thrust forward, blue gloved hands on well rounded hips and red booted feet spread wide. "Who do you think you are? Huh? You're just begging for an ass whipping, boy."

"Hey, now, Flag Twat," Jorge sneered. He looked around a second, then smiled smugly. "You're mighty uppity for a short shit. Especially without Ms Ass-wipe around to save your sweet white rump."

Flag Girl knew a moment's panic. He was right. Ms Americana was not there to save her. Indeed, Brenda Wade was out of town on business. London. She wasn't due back for two weeks. If he cleaned her clock, there was a possibility he would have two weeks free to use and abuse her, to even make HER walk the streets for fun and profit.

The sexy super heroine had only fought Jorge three times. Once, Ms Americana had kicked his butt up one side of the street and down the other. He spent six months in County that time. Two weeks out of jail, they crossed paths again. He wasn't alone that time. With five miscreant friends, they'd gotten the drop on the two super heroines. The chloroform helped. Jorge and company proceeded to fuck the helpless heroines for three hours, until the wee hours of the night. They were in the middle of selling the sexy heroines to King Pimp when Got Gal and Got Chic arrived to save the day and their sweet round rumps from sexual servitude. That was just over a year ago.

Then six months back, she and Ms Americana, along with Green Spectre and Spectre Girl, Lady Midnight and Jungle Babe had tried to clean up another red light district, over in a wealthier part of time. One night she ran into Jorge. They argued, then he sucker punched her. Flag Girl woke up to find herself stripped to boots, gloves and mask. Her power belt and costume were missing. He was well mounted and fucking the bejesus out of her. Then he supervised all seven of his hookers in lesbian raping her. Around dawn, she was forced to her knees and Jorge started to unmask her, but Ms Americana appeared out of nowhere and beat him to a pulp.

So Flag Girl had never actually defeated him herself, but he had beaten and raped her. He had ever reason to be confident of a repeat performance.

"I can't believe they let you out of jail," she said.

"Neither can I," Jorge said. "But let me tell you, I was a hero in County. They couldn't get enough of my stories about fucking you and Ms Ameri-cunt. You were my favorite. I had to climax Ms Americana two or three times before I tamed her, but I tamed you with the first climax every time."

"Bastard!" she cried, and sent a roundhouse at his head.

Jorge wasn't a small, weak man. He was six feet tall, with a body built like a refrigerator. He was massive and strong as an ox. No fat on that man. In jail he also studied martial arts, so was ready this time.

The pimp ducked under the kick and punched Flag Girl in the right kidney. She gasped and cried out, stumbled forward. He followed, intent on ending the fight fast. Super heroines had lots of endurance. Ms Americana and Flag Girl were doubly dangerous, since they had power belts giving them super strength and endurance, as well as super regenerative abilities.

Flag Girl understood how to fight better than their last encounter, now having a year and a half experience total as a super heroine. She wasn't nearly as hurt and helpless as Jorge thought, and she understood exactly what he was trying to do. The sexy sidekick almost smiled as she sidestepped his rear assault, then threw a quick combination into his left ribs.

"Uggh!" Jorge cried, falling back.

"I'm not the same girl you fought before, ass wipe," she growled. An upper cut sent him staggering back again. "I'm going to kick your ass until there isn't any more ass to kick."

Jorge turned and ran into a nearby hooker hotel. Flag Girl had no intention of letting him go so easily. She raced after him. He was waiting inside the front door, and smashed a chair over her head. That staggered her, and he grabbed her top right between her tits, and jerked her forward. Jorge ran the beautiful super heroine straight into the wall. She bounced off he wall, stunned, and fell straight back.

Flag Girl lay at Jorge's feet spread eagle, groaning miserably.

Jorge flipped her onto her face, and unzipped her top. Yanking off the blue, star spangled top, he rolled her onto her back again. Then he straddled her, and sat on her lower belly. A second later Jorge's face was buried in her silky white, perfumed tits.

While amazed hookers and johns watched, Jorge felt up the sexy sidekick as he licked and sucked on her big, firm 36D tits and nipples. When she started to groan and moan, rocking her head back and forth, he sat up and pounded a combination of five powerful punches to her chin and face.

With Flag Girl unconscious again, he pulled her red silk thongs down her shapely legs and pushed her red and white striped shirt up high enough to expose her pussy. His appreciative audience oohed and awed at the sight of her tiny, close cropped triangle of pubic hair. The triangle pointed straight down at the Promised Land, a bubble gum pink set of wet, glistening nether lips.

Jorge's heart rose up into his throat at the sight of that sweet nookie. He'd enjoyed it before. It was the tightest, sweet pussy he'd ever know. Thinking about it took his breath away. Jorge unzipped, pulled out his cock and crawled between her wide spread legs. Within seconds the notorious pimp was well mounted and humping away.

"Great Liberty! Ohh!" Flag Girl groaned. "Oh, I can't…..uugghh! Please, I can't…I can't take this kind of….Uuggh!"

"Help me," Jorge cried, realizing in his lusty haste he failed to bind her or remove her power belt. Potentially fatal mistakes. "Hold her arms down while I fuck her."

Just because he fucked up wasn't any reason to stop fucking her. She was a super heroine, so as long as he was fucking her she was pretty much helpless. It was their curse, and every criminal knew it.

Two johns leapt to his command. Each grabbed an arm and held it down with all of their strength and weight. Jorge kept humping, even redoubled his efforts. She groaned wantonly and began to rock her head back and forth, back arched and stiletto heeled boots pounding on the floor to either side of him.

"See what a whore she is?" Jorge said. "See? This isn't the first time I defeated and fucked Flag Cunt, and she likes it more and more each time."

Flag Girl couldn't believe what was happening. He defeated her again. How stupid was she? She ran straight into that trap like some stupid rookie. And now citizens were helping him rape her, holding her down. If he climaxed her she would be tamed. He was right, one climax took her down. Shameful, she knew, but it was a fact.

<I can't out fuck him,> she thought. <I'll have to outwit him.>

"Oh baby," Flag Girl groaned, and stopped struggling. "You're the man! You're MY man! You've tamed me again, you beautiful man. I am yours, Jorge. Yours and only yours. I want to be your girl. I'll do anything. Anything you ask."

"Anything?" he said, his humping slowing.

If anything, the slower pumping action was even more erotic and began driving her crazy. But the two men holding her arms relaxed a tiny bit.

"Anything….master."

"Master? Really?" he said, looking quite pleased. "Damn, I tamed Flag Girl. AGAIN!"

"Yes, I am tamed. You tamed me again, master," she groaned wantonly. "What must I do to earn your love? I'll do anything."

"You'll hook for me?"

"All day and all night, master," she said.

"Fucking A! Bitch, you are my girl now," he shouted, starting to pump hard again. "Yeah! I'm the MAN!"

"You're the man!" she cried, and felt him explode inside her. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes, master!"

Flag Girl squeezed her pussy, milking Jorge of every last drop of cum. The two men holding her grinned and relaxed, too. They relaxed so much she ripped her arms free and shoved Jorge off her. Rolling to her feet, Flag Girl kicked both of the "good" citizens helping Jorge in the head, then turned on the sated pimp.

"Bastard," she growled, and kicked him in the nuts.

That was all they wrote for Jorge.

Flag Girl didn't know what to do with him. Strangely, she didn't want the police involved. Since she couldn't have him arrested, she dragged him into a back room on the first floor of the hooker hotel and tied him spread eagle on a brass bed. Then she threatened the hotel manager with death and mayhem if anyone even THOUGHT about releasing the pimp.

Donning her costume, Flag Girl lifted her head high and strode back out onto the street. Her girls mobbed her, pressing truck loads of cash into her hands. This time, though, it wasn't sweet kisses on the cheek. They, one and all, kissed Flag Girl full on the lips. Lingering kisses full of promises. Some of them even slipped her some tongue, the tramps.

"Well, that went well," Flag Girl said once they were all back at work peddling their sweet asses.

Flag Girl didn't return the previous nights earnings. Indeed, she proved her worth by protecting them from a "rival" pimp and then got even more cash than the previous night. And it was early. A few minutes later, another group of hookers arrived. Jorge's girls. They pressed money into her hands, too, begging real pretty for her protection.

Flag Girl found herself pimping thirty-two hookers.

"This is getting out of control," Flag Girl muttered. What was she going to tell Ms Americana? She was breaking the law, which was doubly bad for a super heroine. People rightly expected their super heroines to take a higher moral road than the workaday folks they protected. "I have to put an end to it now."

Suddenly a brouhaha erupted down the street. Flag Girl heard all her girls screaming for help. She rushed off toward the shouting. Seconds later, she skidded to a stop at the sight of another super heroine hassling hookers. Azure Angel.

"Get real jobs, whores!" Azure Angel cried, tossing delicate little Penelope against a brick wall. "I will make your lives living hells until you give up this life of disgusting debauchery."

"You," Flag Girl sneered. "What kind of trouble are you getting into now?"

Azure Angel stopped and turned to Flag Girl. She struck a super heroine pose. Flag Girl had to admit she looked hot in her blue bikini costume with the red sash around her well rounded hips. She was well endowed and shapely, but only about five foot two, one hundred eight pounds. Tiny in the super heroine world. Her dark hair was arrow straight, long and cut off in bangs that fell almost into her alert brown eyes. Face mask and calf boots finished off her costume.

"Oh! Hi, Flag Girl!" Azure Angel said, beaming with pleasure.

Flag Girl shook her head woefully. Azure Angel was so pathetic. She so wanted to be accepted as a REAL super heroine by all the other super heroines. But she was such a bumbling idiot. Most of the time she distracted the real heroines, or otherwise fouled the situation up, and either allowed the criminals to escape or, worse, caused the super heroines to be captured.

No one could prove it, but Flag Girl and Ms Americana were sure it was Azure Angel that caused Got Girl and Got Chic to be captured two months back by Columbian drug smugglers. Both lost super heroines had been unmasked on live internet feeds, exposing their real identities, then they vanished. Got Gal was smuggled into Columbia, and now serviced drug lords in bed and on her knees. Got Chic was traded to a local gangster, and was currently prostituting herself in one of his brothels. Flag Girl didn't know which one, otherwise she would have been rescued.

Before that, Azure Angel and Champion Girl had teamed up to go after some white slavers preying on college coeds. Only Azure Angel came back. After five months, nothing had been heard of Champion Girl's ultimate fate, which made it scarier than even Got Gal's predicament.

Indeed, everyone that accepted Azure Angel and went out on patrol with the Asian Avenger had vanished. Flag Girl didn't like to be on the same street as that walking, talking disaster. The only thing lucky about her was her ability to escape everyone else's ultimate fate, and keep keeping on.

"You can move along," Flag Girl said. "I have everything under control here."

"Under control? They were happily selling their bodies by the hour unmolested," Azure Angel said, frowning. "Sounds like they were in control of the situation. I changed that. Now I am in control. I kick their butts, big time."

"No, I'll kick YOUR butt big time if you don't go away," Flag Girl said, scowling. "I told you before, stay away from me. You're bad luck. Go away."

Azure Angel was shocked. Then she was angry.

"Make me," Azure Angel sneered. "I'm not scared of you. You aren't even a real super heroine." Flag Girl and the hookers all gasped. "You're just a sidekick."

In the next instant two enraged super heroines charged each other.

"Cat fight!" someone cried.

Thanks to her power belt, Flag Girl was stronger and faster than the wily ninja trained super heroine. The Asian Avenger was fast, but not fast enough. Flag Girl backhanded her brutally, sending her tumbling into the brick wall. The petite heroine crumbled to the ground, still leaning against the wall.

"That was too easy," Flag Girl murmured disdainfully. She walked over and grabbed Azure Angel's left upper arm and pulled her to her feet. "Time for you to leave."

"No, time for you to learn respect," Azure Angel said.

Her knee came up brutally, smashing Flag Girl's cunt. Flag Girl's eyes widened as she bent over in severe pain. The Asian Avenger brought her knee up in Flag Girl's face, sending her stumbling backwards. A second later a roundhouse connected to the side of the sexy sidekick's head, sending her spinning around.

Flag Girl staggered into an ally, trying to give herself a few minutes reprieve to recover. Azure Angel followed.

"Why you running, Flag Girl? I am too much of a fighter for you? I kick your ass good, right?" she taunted. "Whose the wannabe super heroine now?"

"You are," Flag Girl said, and dropped low and swept Azure Angel's feet away.

The Asian Avenger hit the ground and rolled right back to her black booted feet. The two super heroines faced each other in that dark alley, scowling and growling. All of their suppressed animosity towards each other and jealousy of each other came out.

The hookers crept into the alley cautiously. Stacy, Athena and Penelope led the others. Azure Angel had her back to them, but after a quickly glance over her shoulder, she disregarded them. Hookers were no threat to a real super heroine.

"You are so pathetic," Azure Angel sneered. "I am a real super heroine, and you so want to be like me. But you are not. Even Ms Americana doesn't believe you are good enough, or else you wouldn't be her sidekick. I am your age and a full super heroine. You should submit to my will and do what I tell you."

"You should kiss my butt," Flag Girl snarled.

"You have a potty mouth without Ms Americana around to keep you in your proper place," Azure Angel said.

Penelope pulled out a pair of handcuffs and smiled at Flag Girl. The sexy sidekick smiled back, then her blue eyes narrowed and she started moving towards Azure Angel. The hookers crept forward too.

"You're going to regret this," Azure Angel said. "I will tell everyone how I kicked your butt, big time. You'll be laughing stock of Delta City."

"I don't think so," Flag Girl said, and stood up straight. "Okay, girls, take her down."

Azure Angel spun around to face the hookers creeping up on her. Flag Girl didn’t' hesitate. She plowed into the sexy Asian's back, driving her to the hard ground. While Azure Angel was still stunned, she pulled both arms back behind her back. Penelope rushed forward and snapped the handcuffs on Azure Angel's wrists.

"Gotcha!" Flag Girl said.

"Hey! How dare you handcuff me! I am a powerful ninja warrior! Release me or suffer my wrath," the Asian Avenger cried, struggling in vain in the handcuffs.

"We got her, girls," Flag Girl said, beaming.

"Yes!" they cried.

"It felt good to take one of those uppity super heroines down," Penelope said, eyes bright. "Let's tame her."

"Yes!" Stacy cried. "We can break her and make her whore herself off for Flag Girl, too."

"What? You can't do that to me! I'm a super heroine," Azure Angel cried, looking terrified. Then a strange look crossed her pretty face. "Whore for Flag Girl? Too?" She glanced at Flag Girl, then at the hookers. "You are their pimp?"

"Our pimpette," Athena cried, and laughed.

"Yeah! Pimpette!" they cried, laughing.

"We like pimpette better," Penelope said. "Yeah girl power!"

"Girl power!" they cried.

Flag Girl watched it all in shock and awe. This was not how she wanted it to turn out. They'd just betrayed her secret to Azure Angel. Now she would tell everyone that Flag Girl was a filthy pimp. A flesh peddler. Her reputation and crime fighting career would be over. She might even go to jail, to County lock up.

"Tame her," Flag Girl said, shocking herself by her words. She had no choice now. "Break her will, and we'll make her sell her body just like you. Let her see what it is like to be treated so badly by people like her."

"Yes!"

"No!" Azure Angel cried.

But it was too late. Stacy pulled off Azure Angel's top. Then she was pushed to her back and her bottoms were pulled down her legs. Within seconds Azure Angel was wearing nothing but her boots, red sash, gloves, choker and mask.

Two hookers held Azure Angel's legs wide, while Penelope knelt between them and buried her face in the Asian Avenger's snatch. Within seconds Azure Angel's body arched up and she cried out in surprise. Stacy knelt and claimed the sexy super heroine's full red lips for her own, lip locking the sexy Asian. Then Athena and another hooker each claimed a tit and started sucking, licking and nibbling.

Together, the hookers quickly brought Azure Angel to a screaming climax. Flag Girl watched with a tight throat. That could've been her. She watched them force a dozen climaxes from the stunningly beautiful super heroine, then they dragged her before Flag Girl. She was forced to kneel, looking dazed and vulnerable.

The sight of Azure Angel so helpless made Flag Girl's belly erupt with butterflies. Her hand crept down to her own crotch, and discovered she'd never put on her panties after Jorge banged her earlier. She gave her engorged clit a couple strokes, then stepped up close to the vanquished vigilante.

Azure Angel looked up with big beseeching brown eyes. "Please," she murmured weakly. "Mercy."

"No mercy for you!" she cried, to cheers. Then she lifted her skirt and pressed her wet pussy into that beautiful face. "Eat me, Azure Whore."

With no other choice, and too weak to fight anymore, Azure Angel began to lick Flag Girl's hot, wet cunt. Then she forced her tongue up into her slit, opening up that slit to sexual exploitation. When she did that a dollop of man cum oozed into her eager mouth.

"Mmm," she groaned, swallowing. She knew what it meant. Flag Girl had been recently fucked. This wasn't her first time eating pussy. Not even her first time eating heroine pussy. Hell, it was the third time she'd been forced to eat Flag Girl's pussy, the previous two times against BOTH of their wills. "Great, I get sloppy seconds. Whore."

Flag Girl's eyes flashed blue fire. But she stood there and made Azure Angel eat her out good. Made her eat all of Jorge's cum. She didn't step away until she was at the bring of orgasm. Unfortunately, she couldn't allow herself to climax, for that would steal away all of her super powers.

Then Flag Girl removed Azure Angel's mask.

"Yumi?" she said, shocked to see a familiar face. Yumi Wong was a foreign exchange student at the university.

"Do I know you?"

"I know you," she said. "And now I OWN you. Understand?"

Yumi bowed her head. "I understand. I have disgraced my ninja heritage by being so shamelessly defeated and tamed by other women. I am yours to command, Flag Girl. I will obey."

"Good," Flag Girl said. Then she smiled cruelly, "Anyone else want a taste of sweet, YUMMY Yumi?"

After Azure Angel had spend a good two hours servicing every hooker that wanted a piece of her ass, Flag Girl borrowed a leash and collar from one of her girls and led Azure Angel away. She took the Asian Avenger straight to the back entrance of the hooker hotel, and into Jorge's room.

"Mind if I borrow your cock?" Flag Girl said, and watched Jorge's cock quickly rise up as he looked Yumi's naked body over. "This is Azure Angel. She fucked with my girls, so now she is ONE of my girls. I need to finish breaking her in."

"On my cock? Man, I like losing to you, bitch," he said, his cock rock hard.

"I bet you do, dog," she said. Then turning to Yumi. "Mount up, whore. Ride him long and hard. Make it pretty."

Azure Angel swallowed hard, then nodded. Handcuffed, she needed Flag Girl's steadying hand to climb up on the bed and impale herself on Jorge's hard rod. But impaled she was very quickly.

"Uuuuughhhhh," Azure Angel groaned. "So good."

"Tell me, Azure Angel," Flag Girl said, eyes hot. "Were you responsible for Got Gal's capture?"

"Ooooh, yes," she groaned. "So good."

"Got Gal, did you fuck up and get her captured?"

"Yes!" she cried. She quickly got into a rhythm of bouncing up and down, and rocking her hips to maximize her pleasure. It didn't bother Jorge either. She was such a wanton slut. "I did. I did. I didn't mean…oooohh….I didn't mean to. I think Got Chic didn't like me, and blocked me. I went around her, and it all went wrong…oonnnng, GOD! This is….sooooo good."

Flag Girl supervised Azure Angel's final descent into wanton whore. It only took an hour. Then she was dressed up in her costume and given to Athena and Stacy. They spent the night teaching young Yumi Wong how to be a good little hooker, and make her pretty pimpette lots of money.

That night, after everyone went home, Flag Girl got Azure Angel well mounted on Jorge, and tied her in place. She left them both fucking away. Then she left with strict orders that no one could go into that room. And then she finally went home, with more cold cash than she knew what to do with.

The next morning Lydia Wills opened a new checking account and made a really big initial deposit. Then dressing up as Flag Girl, she returned to the hotel to find Yumi and Jorge passed out, still tied together and him still inside her.

After she got Yumi cleaned up, she dressed her in a red silk, skin tight halter dress and matching red pumps, and put her back on the street. Yumi was insatiable, and proved to be her top earner for the next three days straight.

As she cruised up and down the street in her patriotically themed Flag Girl car, she wondered where it all went wrong. What turned her into a filthy, stinking pimp? Why did she do it? No one forced her. She didn't even intend for it to happen. It just did. The girls needed her, and now she was their pimpette.

And she really liked it.

On the positive side, Azure Angel was off the street as a super heroine and had taken her rightful place as a streetwalker. And what a streetwalker! That girl could work it, and earned twice as much as most of Flag Girl's hookers. She really, really enjoyed her job. And on top of that, Jorge Munoz proved to be a good assistant pimp. He did what she said, and kept the girls on the job, focused and kept them safe.

Reaching the end of her territory, Flag Girl started to turn around for another pass. Then she spotted two familiar women. Green Spectre and Spectre Girl. They were battling a notorious pimp. Really, they were playing with him. Most of the fight had already been beaten out of him.

Flag Girl couldn't leave well enough alone. Once they finished with him, they might head on down the street towards her. She needed to direct their attention elsewhere. Away from her girls.

Pulling over, she got out and walked over as casually as can be. Just another super heroine out on patrol and stopping to talk shop with some fellow heroines. Nothing special.

"What's up?" Flag Girl said, striking a super heroine pose.

"Flag Girl! Great to see you, girl," Spectre Girl said.

"Where's Ms Americana?" Green Spectre asked, looking around. "Is she still under the weather?"

"I'm afraid so. Relapse, actually," Flag Girl said, shrugged.

"Bummer," Spectre Girl said. "She's going to miss out."

"Miss out? On what?"

"There's a new pimp in town, called Pimpette," Green Spectre said. "They say she working seventy or eighty girls here on Cummins, down around 69th."

<Seventy or eighty?> Flag Girl thought, amazed. She only had forty-eight girls. People exaggerated. <They're going to get me in trouble.>

Hell, she already was in trouble.

"Wow, that's a lot," she said. "Are you sure she doesn't work for King Pimp or something? She might be a decoy."

"Maybe," Green Spectre said, then frowned. "They say she dresses up like a super heroine."

"Some says she is Jungle Babe, and some say she is ME," Spectre Girl said, shaking her head woefully. "Most say it is you, Flag Girl. Go figure."

"I know, right?" Flag Girl said, shaking her head, too. "Maybe she wears different costumes on different days, to confuse everyone."

"Maybe, but we're going to find out tonight," Green Spectre said. She kicked the pimp laying at her feet. "This was our warm up before taking on this Pimpette girl."

"Fuck you," the pimp said, looking disgusted. "You're being played, bitch. Flag Twat is Pimpette. Everyone knows it."

"Yeah, right," Flag Girl said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Boy, how I would love to be a pimp. So much fun with all those GIRLS working for me. Pig." Green Spectre and Spectre Girl laughed. Then she waved at Green Spectre, "Could I show you something I found? Without Ms Americana with me, I'm not sure what to do about it."

"Of course! I'd love to help you," Green Spectre said, then followed as Flag Girl led the way back to her car. Spectre Girl stayed with the pimp. He wasn't going to get away. "I hope Ms Americana gets better quickly."

"Don't we all," Flag Girl said, and opened her trunk. She pointed into the trunk. "What do you make of that?"

The trunk was empty, save for a gym bag pushed to one side. Green Spectre leaned in to see if she was missing something. Flag Girl slammed the trunk lid down on her head. The sexy super heroine grunted and slumped. With lightning speed, Flag Girl pulled a pair of handcuffs out of her gym bag and cuffed the beautiful blonde. Then she removed a bottle of chloroform, and finished off the dazed super babe.

As she chloroformed Green Spectre, Flag Girl pushed her into the trunk and curled her up inside. She smiled down at her and thought about how pretty she'd be standing at a street corner. Green Spectre had a spectacular body, and would earn a lot of money.

Flag Girl slammed the trunk closed and looked up at Spectre Girl with a tiny smile playing on her full red lips. Spectre Girl was gawking at her, dumbfounded. Heroines didn't turn on heroines. It just wasn't done.

"Oh my God! You are Pimpette!" Spectre Girl cried.

"Yes I am," Flag Girl said, shrugging apologetically. "Go figure."

Spectre Girl's eyes narrowed and her fists clenched. The two blonde bombshell heroines began stalking towards each other. Faster and faster, until they were running.

They hit with a grunt of effort from two sets of lips, and immediately flew into a series of vicious kicks, parries, punches and elbows. Both girls were highly trained martial artists. At Nineteen, Flag Girl had a year more training and experience than her opponent, eighteen year old Spectre Girl.

"You are so toast, miscreant!" Spectre Girl snarled.

That stopped Flag Girl. Miscreant? Her? Well, yes she was now. She had changed sides. Flag Girl realized she truly was one of the bad guys now. And, she rather liked it. Making, really forcing, other women to obey her and prostitute themselves excited the young beauty, giving her a real sense of POWER being a super heroine never did.

"You, like your mother in the trunk, and Azure Angel walking the streets for me, are Aphrodite women," Flag Girl said. "Sex is your Achilles Heel. I know, since I am one too. So I will use sex to break you, and put you to work whoring, my pretty little sex puppet."

Spectre Girl just gawked at her a long second. That was the last thing she expected to hear from Flag Girl. It had the desired affect, causing the sexy super heroine in green to pause and be distracted as her overactive teenage brain let those images flash through. Flag Girl noticed Spectre Girl's nipples hardened, and smiled cruelly.

"You are such a bimbo!" Flag Girl cried, and kicked straight up into Spectre Girl's chin. She cried out, stumbling back from the super powered kick, arms flying back. "I'm going to really enjoy whoring your fine white ass off on the streets of Sugar Town."

Flag Girl kicked the helpless heroine in the pussy next, bending her over double in unimaginable pain. All super heroines had extraordinarily sensitive nether regions. So while her former friend and super heroine associate was frozen in unaccustomed pain, Flag Girl stepped around her and pounded home a series of punches to her vulnerable kidneys. Spectre Girl wailed and collapsed.

"You are so easy," Flag Girl sneered. She reached down and seized the helpless heroine by her hair, and jerked her to her wobbly feet, then ran her into a nearby car. "Ouchie. Bet that hurt."

Spectre Girl was left sprawled at her feet.

"Tasty," Flag Girl said, so damned proud of herself. She dropped to one knee and unzipped Spectre Girl's top, exposing her firm, young titties, so high and proud. Flag Girl pushed them together, then squeezed them. "Mine now."

Flag Girl leaned over and sucked in a nipple. It was a first for her. As she sucked and fondled that breast, her other hand slipped down and unzipped Spectre Girl's short-shorts. Within seconds her close-cropped, bikini waxed blonde pussy was exposed. Flag Girl began messaging the clit.

In no time Spectre Girl was panting, then she woke up. By the time she came around, though, she was at the brink of climax. She fought gallantly to hold that devastating climax at bay, but she was young and weak. It ripped through her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Oh God," she cried. What little drive and determination she still possessed quickly bled away with that orgasm. And Flag Girl wasn't relenting, and another climax began to build. "Oh! Flag Girl, please, mercy!"

"No mercy for you," Flag Girl said, and kissed her full on the lips. "Mmmmm."

She kept rubbing that engorge clit as her tongue darted in and teased Spectre Girl's mouth, played with her tongue. Within seconds Spectre Girl was kissing back, her tongue tangoing with Flag Girl's tongue. A minute later, and Spectre Girl creamed Flag Girl's hand and screamed another climax.

"Yyeeeeeeeeooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!"

Flag Girl got Spectre Girl off five times, then dragged her over to the pimp she'd been beating with her mother. He looked at Flag Girl warily.

"Want to have so fun with this bimbo?" Flag Girl asked.

"Yes!"

"Will you work for me willingly?"

"Work for you?"

"Yes, as an assistant pimp. Jorge Munoz already is working for me," she said. She lifted Spectre Girl's head, and groped her tits. "The fringe benefits are great."

"I get to fuck Spectre Girl whenever I want?"

"And her mother, Green Spectre. And Azure Angel," Flag Girl said. "And any other super heroines I might capture."

As she said it, Flag Girl knew it had to be done. She had to take out all the city's super heroines. Otherwise, they'd all be gunning for her big time. Nothing worse that a traitor, you know?

"Deal!"

The pimp, JJ Rod, was big, black and more than well endowed. He pushed Spectre Girl to her back in the middle of that street and spread her legs wide. Flag Girl looked around and smiled to see all the street people watching. Her rep was set now. There was no going back. Then Spectre Girl got her attention, when she gasped.

JJ Rod's rod was huge. Flag Girl's throat tightened when she looked at it. She watched in open-mouthed awe as the pimp slowly forced that monster cock in poor Spectre Girl's yielding pussy. That cock was custom made for breaking and taming women, and Spectre Girl knew it.

For an hour JJ Rod reamed out every orifice of Spectre Girl's sexy body. He left her a quivering mess at Flag Girl's feet, all while traffic moved slowly by on either side of them. It was quite a display, and left Flag Girl sweating and horny.

"Bring her," Flag Girl said once he was finished. She picked up Spectre Girl's discarded costume. "Let's get her mother and go somewhere more private to finish them off, before we put them to work whoring."

Flag Girl drove them all to the hooker hotel, and led Spectre Girl inside while JJ Rod brought Green Spectre. They went back to the room she'd kept Jorge and Azure Angel inside earlier in the week. It was her room now, always available for her to use.

Jorge joined them, and she quickly got Green Spectre in bed between JJ Rod and Jorge. The sexy super heroine was still groggy from the chloroform, and was easily manipulated. They had her out of her costume quickly, and on all fours atop the bed. Then Jorge climbed up behind her, and pushed his cock deep into her pussy from behind. JJ Rod pressed the head of his cock to her full red lips, and she opened wide and took him inside. Green Spectre, like most super heroines, had been captured and molested before. She knew what was expected of her. Flag Girl smiled, because a lot more would be expected of her soon enough.

Flag Girl waited for Green Spectre to have three orgasms before she walked up and pulled off her mask. Everyone gasped. To unmask a super heroine was the ultimate violation.

"Oh my God, you're Axanna Morgan," Flag Girl said. "Sweet. I own you now, bitch. Understand?"

"Yes," she said dejectedly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes….mistress," Axanna muttered. "You own me. You own both of us now."

"You'll willingly whore yourself for me?"

"I have no choice, mistress. I will do what I'm told."

"Excellent," Flag Girl said, beaming. She was so good at this. Then she went over to Spectre Girl, and dropped to a knee beside the hogtied beauty. "You belong to me, too, SUMMER."

With that, she pulled off Spectre Girl's mask. And, as expected, it was Summer Morgan beneath it. Summer couldn't respond with more than a miserable groan, because she was ball gagged.

"Break them, boys," Flag Girl said. "Make them beg for it, then flip them over and fuck them again."

"You betcha, boss!" JJ Rod said. "Holy shit, this bitch can suck cock!"

"I can see that," she said. Glancing at hogtied Spectre Girl, she grinned. "Don't worry, my friend. It'll be your turn again soon enough. Later boys, I got to go back to work."

As she walked back to the street, Yumi passed her hand-in-hand with a john. The Asian beauty wore a bright blue latex mini dress and matching thigh boots. The john looked eager to start. Flag Girl smiled. Former super heroines made the best, hardest working hookers on the streets. She needed more of them, but how to lure them into her trap?

Four hours later, two thoroughly tamed and humbled super heroines returned to the street in costume, minus their masks. Axanna and Summer were reluctant whores that first night. But they did as told and earned an amazing amount of money. Per Flag Girl's commands, they had to ensure every john that hired them understood they were the real thing, and who they were in Society. That night, their johns were the happiest johns in the whole world.

By the next day they were much more accepting of their new lives, and by the end of the night they were hooking with gusto. But around midnight, back in Flag Girl's room, Axanna was on all fours licking the sexy sidekick's red boots.

"Do you know how to get in touch with Lady Midnight?" Flag Girl asked.

"Yes, mistress," Axanna said between licks.

Flag Girl handed her a phone.

"Call her. Get her to come down here right away," Flag Girl said. "Tell her Spectre Girl was captured by a pimp, and you need her help ASAP to rescue her."

And Axanna did it without hesitation.

"Lady Midnight? It's Green Spectre," Axanna said. She put a sense of urgency and desperation in her voice. Flag Girl was impressed with her acting ability. "I need your help. They got Spectre Girl!"

They only spoke about thirty seconds, mostly Green Spectre giving directions.

"She's on the way, mistress."

"Excellent. Get dressed and put on your mask this time," Flag Girl said. She smiled wickedly. "Let's go initiate Lady Midnight into her new profession."

Being a super heroine, Flag Girl understood that rare breed's weaknesses. Flag Girl set up her trap carefully. She knew Lady Midnight too well. If the beautiful African American super heroine wasn't taken down fast, real fast, then all bets were off. The sexy super heroine didn't have super strength or any other "super" power, but she was wily and a ferocious fighter.

Green Spectre was left alone in the dark alley in which she arranged to meet Lady Midnight. They didn't have long to wait. Lady Midnight came trotting up out of the dark shortly, wearing her trademark purple costume -- strapless one piece that plunged deeply down below her navel, with three buckled straps across that opening to keep her shapely body and 38Ds safety tucked inside, fingerless black gloves and black calf boots. Her purple mask and matching utility belt finished out her super heroine costume.

Watching from the second floor, Flag Girl watched her approach. Lady Midnight's 38Ds bouncing enticingly and her stiletto heels clattered softly in the still dark. Her brown eyes darted left and right, always alert. The vivacious midnight avenger was possibility the most alert and aware of her surroundings of all the Delta City super heroines.

The sexy sidekick watched and listened carefully as Lady Midnight stopped before the waiting Green Spectre. While still wary, she visibly relaxed when she met up with her old friend.

"Are you all right?" Lady Midnight asked, voice full of concern.

"No. My baby is in the hands of a filthy pimp," Green Spectre said. "God only knows what he is doing to her even as we speak."

"Then let's go find her!"

"Find who?" JJ Rod called, stalking into the alley on cue. "You bitches looking for me?"

"You!" Green Spectre cried, pointing. "What did you do to Spectre Girl? Where is she?"

"Ha! I proved what a natural WHORE she was," he laughed. "I fucked her stupid, and right now she is peddling her sweet round butt on the streets for ME. Just like you two super whores will be doing shortly."

"Impossible!" Lady Midnight cried, striding towards him. Flag Girl smiled as Green Spectre picked up a chloroform soaked clothe hidden in the alley. The sexy former super heroine began sneaking up on her super friend. "You have exactly two seconds to tell us where Spectre Girl is right now, or we start tearing little painful pieces off your skanky body, pimp!"

"You're funny, Lady Midnight Fuck," he said as she stopped in front of him. "Because YOU have two seconds left of being a super heroine. Enjoy them."

"You don't scare me, I'm …..Uuuggghhhmm!" she cried, as Green Spectre pressed the chloroform soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. Green Spectre's other arm wrapped around the surprised heroine's body, holding one arm down. "Uuuuummmm!"

Lady Midnight tried to grab Green Spectre's wrist and pull the chloroform cloth away, but JJ Rod seized her arm and held it away. Horrified, the super sexy super heroine gawked at the hated pimp, realizing she'd very soon be in his unmercifully and very lustful power.

Lady Midnight held her breath, but fumes were still oozing up into her nose. Blackness was starting to creep in from all around, due from holding her breath and the fumes. Strength quickly bled away, until the pimp was able to hold her arm one-handed, freeing the other to grope her breasts, then begin to unbuckle the straps holding her costume in place.

She heard the clicking of stilettos approaching, and cut her eyes to the side. It was Flag Girl. She wanted to shout a warning, but of course couldn't. Then her dazed mind realized Green Spectre wasn't helping her. The large breasts pressed into her back made her realize it was Green Spectre chloroforming her. And Flag Girl looked smug, rather than vengeful.

They were ganging up against her! She was betrayed into the hands of a PIMP by her super heroine sisters!

"Welcome to the team, Lady Midnight," Flag Girl said. "You can call me Pimpette. I own you now."

Flag Girl signaled Green Spectre, and the chloroform was removed. They relaxed their hold on the captured heroine, and she sank to her knees between them. JJ Rod didn't hesitate. He pulled out his huge cock, already hard as a rock.

"I've wanted to do this since that first time you arrested me, Midnight Whore," JJ Rod sneered. Flag Girl smiled and nodded, so he pressed his cock to her full, purple lips. She was too weak and dazed to resist, and a second later his cock penetrated past her lips and filled her surprised mouth. "Suck, babe. Suck it like you mean it."

Lady Midnight sucked. Not that she gave it any thought, or surrendered to her fate. She didn't have the mental coherency to think it out. She just did what came naturally to her, and sucked.

"Mmmm," Lady Midnight groaned, enjoying the taste and feet of cock in mouth.

"Aaahhhh, another naturally born whore," JJ Rod groaned, savoring every second.

Flag Girl knelt beside the vanquished vigilante and removed her utility belt. Then Green Spectre reached around Lady Midnight, seized her unbuckled costume and pulled it apart. Flag Girl watched her 38Ds spill out and bounce. She cupped the closest breast, hefted it and enjoyed its weight in her delicate hand. Then she leaned in and began to suck on that dark, hard nipple. Green Spectre claimed the other tit.

While Lady Midnight sucked JJ Rod off, Flag Girl reached down and began to rub the sexy African American's engorged clit. Lady Midnight groaned wantonly. Then Green Spectre started caressing and fondling her sweet round rump, before reaching down between her crack and pushing a finger up her poop chute.

"Hhhhuuuummmmm," Lady Midnight groaned.

Suddenly, JJ Rod grunted and tensed up. Lady Midnight felt his seed gush into her mouth, ballooning her cheeks. How much cum did he have? She swallowed as fast as she could, but some still leaked out past her lips and dribbled down her chin, to spatter across her heaving breasts. Flag Girl's eyes widened, her mouth watered, and she reached out with her tongue and lapped up the cum on the beautiful African American heroine's fat tit. Green Spectre hungrily licked up the cum on the other tit. When Flag Girl cut her eyes up, JJ Rod was grinning down at her. A thick rope of cum stretched between the head of JJ Rod's cock and Lady Midnight's slack lips when he pulled out. Flag Girl reached up with her tongue and licked it off the head of his dick, sucked it all down and ended up in a lip lock with Lady Midnight, as she sucked more cum and enjoyed a lesbian lipstick kiss.

JJ Rod offered Flag Girl his cock, and she wrapped her full red lips around it just in time to enjoy another spurt of cum. Then Flag Girl licked him completely clean.

"Tasty," Flag Girl said, barely getting control of her raging hormones and libido. She knew she was lucky. JJ Rod did not know how sexually helpless she was at that moment. He could've claimed her and taken over it he'd turned his full sexual attention on her needy body. But Flag Girl was given the time to recover and regain control of herself. "Take her to the room, and let's get Jorge over there, too. I want her broken and tamed tonight, so she can start work bright and early tomorrow."

They bound Lady Midnight's arms behind her back. JJ Rod led her away as Green Spectre followed carrying the defeated and dejected heroine's purple costume.

"Only two more heroines to go," Flag Girl said. Jungle Babe and then the ultimate prize, Ms Americana.

The next week went rather uneventfully. Flag Girl had Lady Midnight out in full costume the night after her capture. She proved to be her second best whore from the first night. No one beat Summer Morgan (A.K.A. Spectre Girl) at whoring, either in enthusiasm, number of johns, or money earned. Summer THRIVED as a hooker.

It took a whole week to lure Jungle Babe into a trap, but she came running just like Lady Midnight. Of course, she suspected NOTHING. Such trusting idiots. None of them could believe a fellow super heroine could be corrupted, or would betray them. Flag Girl couldn't believe she was once that gullible.

It was Sunday night. Their slow night. So Flag Girl took the night off, and Jungle Babe, and went home. The gorgeous platinum blonde was sprawled out spread eagle on Lydia's bed, tied securely to all four corners. Ball gagged, she could only moan and groan with hedonistic pleasure as Lydia ate out her so sweet pussy. Dana McQueen, Brenda's close friend, bucked and writhed in abject pleasure.

"Lydia!" Brenda's voice called from down the hallway.

"Oh my God! She's back early!" Lydia cried, and rolled off the bed in a panic. "I’m coming!"

She smiled, thinking she wasn't cumming, but Dana was real close before Brenda arrived. She pulled on a red silk Victoria Secret robe, that barely covered her shapely hiney, and rushed out into the hallway. She, of course, carefully closed her door.

"Brenda, I wasn't expecting you back until Wednesday," she said.

"I received disturbing news and rushed home," Brenda said, stopping before her nineteen year old ward and unconsciously assuming a super heroine pose. The super shapely thirty-five year old, six foot one inch beauty wore a crimson halter dress that hugged every curve of her body incredibly. Her legs were bare, and stuffed into red stiletto pumps. For once, her magnificent mane of waist length black hair was loose and cascading down her back in silken waves. "I've heard that every single super heroine in Delta City was now captured and gone."

"What?" Lydia cried. "How did that happen?"

"You haven't heard anything about it?" Brenda said, frowning.

"No," she said. "I just left Jungle Babe. She was doing good, last I saw. And I've seen Green Spectre, Spectre Girl, Lady Midnight, and that wannabe Azure Angel all in the past few days."

"Very odd," Brenda said, now confused. "Why would the media report such an outrageous lie?"

"I agree. Why? Maybe they just want to rouse the public, you know, to CREATE a story," Lydia said. "It has been a rather slow news week, you know?"

"Maybe," Brenda said, and shook her head. She frowned, and considered a long moment. "Get dressed in costume."

"But you just got home, surely you don't want to go out as Ms Americana now," Lydia said, remembering Jungle Babe in her bed. She really wanted to get back to that sweet action. "We can wait until tomorrow. We can even go out during the day, so everyone can see we're here and safe."

"Yes, we can go out tomorrow, but I want to go out tonight, too. To 'show the colors' so to speak," she said. "I don't want the undesirables of the world to think they have an open season."

"Sure! I'm always ready," Lydia said, smiling eagerly.

"Great," Brenda said, and turned to enter her own room. A second later she vanished through the door. "Hurry! I want to end this tonight!"

"Oh, it'll end tonight, all right," Lydia said, smiling darkly. "Oh yeah."

Butterflies danced in Lydia's belly as she returned to her room. She double checked to ensure Dana was secure. Jungle Babe was broken and obedient, but not one hundred percent tamed. Of all the captured super heroines, Jungle Babe was the only one who still resented being forced into prostitution. She still harbored dreams of escape and returning to her former life as a rich and heroic superior woman.

Once Dana McQueen was hogtied, ball gagged and stuffed into a closet, Lydia hurried into the secret dressing room behind their two bedrooms. They each had multiple costumes, since they frequently got torn, if now entirely stolen, by criminals. They even had examples of older styles of costumes. And there was a trophy room, with all of their awards and citations displayed.

Brenda was already stripped naked in front of her full length mirror. She was applying a fresh coat of lipstick to her full red lips. Then Lydia watched as she picked up her boots and slipped the stiletto heeled red calf boots onto her mile long legs. Then she stepped into her red, white and blue bikini bottoms, followed by the strapless, matching top. Then she tied the blue choker around her slender neck, with the star medallion on it. After that she put on the red star earrings, then her gloves.

Ms Americana paused to look herself over in the mirror, then fastened the power belt around her narrow waist, and let it settle sexily on her well rounded hips. The statuesque super heroine did gasp as the belt energized her super sexy body, and smiled. Lydia understood that. There was a tiny bit of a sexual pleasure involved, since the belt drew its power from the pent up sexual frustrations of the gorgeous super heroine.

Finally, Ms Americana put on her mask, picked up the golden tiara and returned to the full length mirror. Then she "crowned" herself, as the Queen of Justice. Lydia smiled, always enjoying watching Ms Americana's dressing routine. Very sexy. Very arousing. Tonight, Flag Girl would do something about it, too. Oh yeah.

Ms Americana noticed her in the mirror's reflection.

"Are you going to dress?" Ms Americana said, smiling knowingly.

"Oh! Yes. Sorry," Flag Girl stammered. She hurried to her dressing area and quickly put her patriotically themed costume on.

In short order they were in Ms Americana's special sports car, painted in her colors, and racing toward the heart of Delta City. Flag Girl directed her to 69th and Cummins, saying she and the other heroines had seen a lot more activity there over the past couple of weeks. Ms Americana thought rousting a few pimps and their whores a fine way to show Delta City and the world they were still on the job.

JJ Rod and Jorge were both on the job when they arrived. Flag Girl gave them a secret signal and they nodded, eyes narrowing dangerously at the unsuspecting Ms Americana. The super sexy super heroine strode into the middle of the intersection at 69th and Cummins and struck a sexy super heroine pose.

"Hello, Sugar Town miscreants!" Ms Americana cried. "I suggest you, one and all, high tail it out of here now. Anyone who thinks they can take on me and Flag Girl are welcome to stay and go to jail for their foolish fantasies!"

Flag Girl moved up to stand two steps behind and to the right of Ms Americana and struck her own super heroine pose. Just as Ms Americana would expect. Together, they struck quite a pretty picture. Indeed, a couple flashes from cameras strobed the night.

"There!" Flag Girl said, pointing at Jorge Munoz. "He's a pimp."

"And JJ Rod is with him," Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowing. "This is my lucky night."

"Yes, this will be a very lucky night," Flag Girl said, grinning wickedly. "Let's go! Okay?"

"I agree. It's take down time."

"Oh yeah."

Flag Girl scanned the crowd as she followed Ms Americana towards the defiant looking pimps. First, she spotted Angela (the former Lady Midnight), Yumi next to her, with Axanna about twenty feet further down the street. They were all "whored" out with makeup and skimpy clothes. No way Ms Americana would recognize them at that distance. Summer was no where to be seen, so must've been with a john. As usual.

"So, you fools think they can take on the Queen of Justice and her sidekick?" Ms Americana sneered. "You are both going down tonight."

"Yeah, down on your skanky cunt, Ameri-whore," JJ Rod said, looking her over head to toe with utter contempt. "You don’t scare us, Ms Cockcandy."

"Oh! You filthy mouthed misogynists! " Ms Americana cried, and charged the two pimps. Flag Girl followed, and "accidentally" got tangled in Ms Americana's feet. "Oh!"

Ms Americana stumbled, but recovered expertly. JJ Rod stepped forward and sent an upper cut into the distracted heroine's chin. Her head snapped up and her arms flew wide. Flag Girl plowed into her back, hands going out and grabbing Ms Americana's top and pulling it off.

Ms Americana hit the ground and rolled away. Flag Girl was left on hands and knees, surprised and staring at the red, white and blue top in her hands.

"Great Liberty, Flag Girl! What's up with you?" Ms Americana cried. "Be more careful. I was almost captured just now."

"Sorry," she squeaked, but was really angry they failed on the first attempt.

"Be more careful," she said, climbing to her feet and frowning at her topless condition. "Great Liberty, you stripped my breasts!"

"Big, fat, beautiful titties!" Jorge cried, delighted. "Daddy like!"

"Oh, boy, I want a taste of them super fat titties," JJ Rod said, smacking his lips.

Ms Americana's baby blues grew wide when she realized everyone was looking at her nudity, especially the two miscreants. Her red gloved hands clenched into fists and she growled at the two pimps. How dare them leer at her nakedness! She was a superior woman, heads and shoulders above such lowlifes as them. They didn’t deserve to see her naked breasts.

"Avert your vile eyes, miscreants!"

"You're going down now, pimps!" Flag Girl cried, and charged them. As rehearsed, Jorge turned and ran into the hooker hotel's door. Flag Girl followed, "You can't escape me!"

JJ Rod followed Flag Girl into the hotel, too. They left Ms Americana alone outside and stunned. She hesitated, then narrowed her baby blues. Flag Girl was more than capable of taking down two pimps, but she was young and impetuous. They might get the drop on her, and do bad things. That thought ignited the Queen of Justice's anger, and she rushed into the hotel after them, naked and unsupported 44DDs bouncing all around.

Ms Americana found JJ Rod waiting just inside the door. She ducked under his right cross, and pounded a fist up into his chin. The hated pimp's feet came off the floor and he flew backwards into the wall and collapsed in a heap.

"Damn, one punch," she said, pleased with herself. They usually didn't go down so quickly. "I'm good." She gave him a contemptuous glare, "Stuck up fool! You're not as strong and invincible as you thought, are you?"

A major brouhaha erupted deeper inside the hooker hotel. She heard Flag Girl's enraged voice cry out. The lobby was full of hookers and johns, all staring at her in shock and awe. She did that to the general public.

"Stand back, citizens! Ms Americana is on the job!" she cried, assuming a super heroine pose, until she remembered she was jutting out naked 44DDs. "Oops. Uh, I have to finish mopping up here, I suggest you all go outside and wait for the police. They will need your statements to prosecute these vile pimps."

With that, and an arm thrown across her exposed, milky globes, Ms Americana hurried toward the sounds of fighting. In the very back she found a room, door closed, and Flag Girl's voice coming out. She sounded distressed.

"Great Liberty, that horrible pimp has captured my sexy sidekick!"

Ms Americana flung open the door and rushed in. Flag Girl was on the bed, under the pimp. He was mauling her naked tits. Ms Americana saw red. She grabbed the despicable pimp and jerked him off her beautiful protégé and threw him against the wall. He hit with a pained grunt, but kept his feet.

"Time to put paid on your butt," Ms Americana snarled, squaring off on Jorge.

"I agree," JJ Rod said, and wrapped both arms around Ms Americana, pinning her arms to her side. She silently cursed herself for not ensuring he really was unconscious. The bastard was playing opossum all the time. Then he lifted her off the floor, taking away her leverage. "Only it is your ass being stamped PAID today."

"Yes!" Jorge cried, and charged her.

Ms Americana kicked straight out and connected with Jorge's chin. The pimp dropped, stunned and shaking his head. Flag Girl rolled out of the bed then. Ms Americana grinned knowingly. JJ Rod was about to have a rude awakening.

"Hold her tight," Flag Girl said. "I have the chloroform ready."

"What?" Ms Americana cried, baby blues wide. She saw her precocious protégé open a drawer in the nightstand and pull out a resealable freezer bag. Inside was a very damp looking white clothe. When she opened the bag, the stench of chloroform filled the air. "I don't understand? What are you doing, Flag Girl?"

"Recruiting," Flag Girl said, and JJ Rod snickered.

"No! I refuse to …..Mmmmmmmuughhhhh!" Ms Americana cried, then was cut off by the chloroformed soaked cloth. She immediately gasped, sucking in a good lungful of chloroform. The super sexy super heroine realized immediately she fucked up big time. Like all super heroines, she was extremely susceptible to chloroform and other knockout gases and drugs. She became woozy immediately, her baby blues crossing as she struggled against the enticing allure of drug-induced sleep. "Uuuummmmm."

Flag Girl locked eyes with her mentor and grinned evilly. She'd waited a long time for this, without ever realizing she wanted complete control of her mentor and friend. For years she'd watched Brenda and Ms Americana, so close yet so far, dress and undress before her. Showing off that mega sexy body. Flaunting those gorgeous milky white breasts. But since becoming Pimpette to so many girls, and super heroines, Flag Girl had discovered her dark side, and her latent lesbian nature.

Now she could truly appreciate Ms Americana's helpless beauty.

Ms Americana's baby blues quickly went from shocked and surprised, to angry, and finally to pleading. Pleading pathetically for her protégé to stop and rescue her.

Wasn't going to happen.

With a free hand, Flag Girl fondled Ms Americana's 44DDs for only the second time in her life. There was that one time that they were captured and forced to perform a lesbian sex show. As she recalled, it was Jorge and company that made them do it.

"Have you ever nursed anyone before, Ms A?" Flag Girl said, smiling cruelly and produced a syringe. She popped off the cap protecting the long needle. Then she promptly plunged it into Ms Americana's left tit. The sexy sidekick injected half into the left tit, then the rest into the right tit. "You'll be gushing milk once that drug kicks in, Ms Sweet-tits."

Flag Girl laughed. It was the first time she ever corrupted Ms Americana's name like that. She kinda liked it. Now she understood why criminals always did it.

Ms Americana was so hopped up on chloroform she had no strength in her limbs. Only JJ Rod was holding her up, and her vision had become nothing but a long, black tunnel.

"It's party time," Flag Girl said.

Flag Girl removed the chloroform clothe and tossed it aside. Then she grabbed both of Ms Americana's tits and began mauling them ruthlessly. Ms Americana groaned and rocked her head back and forth. She couldn't form a coherent thought, but knew she was in grave danger. And her tits were burning in the strangest way. Indeed, it kinda felt like they were swelling up.

The blonde super babe sucking on Americana's nipples, alternating between them, until both were erect and hard as rocks. She sucked long and hard, until the first squirt of milk came out. Within minutes Flag Girl was nursing happily, while JJ Rod and Jorge watched in awe.

"Sweetest milk you've ever tasted, boys!" Flag Girl cried, dropping to her knees before Ms Americana. Flag Girl pulled the vanquished vigilante's bikini bottoms down her mile long legs, then stood up and removed the power belt. "You won't need this anymore, babe."

She tossed the costume and power belt in the corner. Then she locked eyes with a slowly reviving super heroine, and kissed her. Kissed her long and hard. A lingering, lipstick kiss that brought wanton groans from both women. Flag Girl pushed her tongue pass Ms Americana's full red lips, and the helpless heroine responded in kind. Within seconds they were tongue tangoing blissfully.

"I knew you wanted me," Flag Girl said with a suddenly husky voice. "Why else would you constantly taunt me with your amazing body?"

That short respite was all Ms Americana needed to regain at least a semblance of her senses. She shook her head and then gawked at Flag Girl. The smug former sidekick wagged her eyebrows at her. Baby blues narrowed and the super stacked super heroine all but growled at her captor.

"You will not get away with this outrage," Ms Americana said. The chloroform left her weak, but she was still a superior woman. She would, yet again, rise above her minor setback, to be triumphant. "When the other super heroines hear about what you've done, what you've BECOME, they will rally and slap you down. This I swear."

Ms Americana struggled intensely a long moment. All she accomplished was jostling her milk swollen tits all around. The men hung onto her arms tightly and laughed. Infuriated, she lifted both feet up high, the men surprised to find they had to hold her completely up, then she slammed her sharp stiletto heels into their feet.

A second later Ms Americana found herself free amid the angry, pain-filled howls of the two pimps. It was music to her eyes. Flag Girl yelped and stepped back in surprise. Ms Americana didn't hesitate. She kicked straight up into Flag Girl's chin, her superior weight adding power to the kick and lifting the sexy pimpette off her booted feet.

"Take down time!" Ms Americana cried joyfully. She gave Flag Girl a scathing, contemptuous look. "How could YOU think you could take me down? Fool. Traitor."

"I may be a traitor to superheroinedom, but I am no fool," Flag Girl said, glaring murderously at her old mentor. "You are the true fool, Ms A, believing you, de-powered, could defeat me? With my power belt."

Flag Girl kicked her feet straight up, and hurled her shapely body off the floor and into a fighting stance before the Queen of Justice. Ms Americana let fly a savage roundhouse, but Flag Girl caught it with one hand.

"See? Power belt," Flag Girl said smugly. "My point."

She flipped Ms Americana over and then kicked her when she bounded to her feet immediately. The sexy heroine stumbled back, bouncing off the wall and then charged the smaller blonde in pigtails. Flag Girl laughed and punched her in the side of her milk swollen left tit. A hot stream of milk squirted out, and hit Flag Girl in the face.

"Yeow!" Flag Girl cried out, startled and staggering back to escape Ms Americana's counter-attack. A second later Ms Americana's right fist slammed into the side of her head, then the left, right, left, followed by a knee to the chin. "Aaggh!"

"Fool," Ms Americana growled, baby blues flashing.

"You have a one track mind, Ms Ameri-bimbo," Flag Girl snarled, and surged to her feet.

Before Ms Americana realized the danger, Flag Girl was before her and swinging. A super powered fist slammed into the Queen of Justice's rock hard belly, doubling her up.

"Uuggh."

"Do I look like a fool now, Ameri-bitch?" Flag Girl said, and kicked her in the rump. Ms Americana stumbled forward a few steps. "I don't think so. You're the fool. Instead of attacking me, you should've ran away. But no, you are too PROUD for that. Idiot!" Flag Girl laughed, and smashed a powerful fist into Ms Americana's face. "It just occurred to me. You're not a superior woman, you are a superior IDIOT. A superior BIMBO. And after you're broken and tamed, you will be a superior WHORE."

"You are wrong," Ms Americana said, struggling to wobbly feet. "I am a superior WOMAN, and will never be tamed by a pair of despicable pimps."

Flag Girl smiled cruelly at her. With super human speed, she kicked Ms Americana between the legs, bringing the most celebrated and respected super heroine in Delta City to her knees, eyes wide in surprise and pain. Flag Girl cupped Ms Americana's face in both hands and leaned over to speak.

"Oh, Ms A-hole, Jorge and JJ Rod aren't going to tame you," Flag Girl said sweetly, then kissed her on the lips again. "I am personally going to tame you. I want to that pleasure for myself."

"No. Please," she begged.

"You beg pretty," Flag Girl said. "In fact, I think you beg prettier than all the other super heroines we captured over the past two weeks. Don't you think so boys?"

"Oh yeah," Jorge said. "Very pretty."

Ms Americana's baby blues flashed.

"See? And they are pimps, so are used to seeing pretty girls beg," she said smugly. Before she could respond, Flag Girl stopped her by laying a delicate blue gloved finger across the hapless heroine's full red lips. "You are a born whore, everyone knows it, and I'm going to make it official. Tomorrow, you will be a real live hooker. My working girl. Deal with it. Accept it, Ms Americana." She said. Then grinning evilly, she reached up and pulled off her captive's mask. "Or should I say, Brenda Wade!"

"Son of a bitch!" JJ Rod cried.

"Holy shit!" Jorge cried.

Flag Girl reached up and removed her own mask.

"It's about time you boys found out who I really am. Brenda Wade's ward, Lydia Wills," she said. "Or, Pimpette, if you prefer."

"I like Pimpette," Jorge said, laughing. "Jesus, we are about to tame Ms Americana and that snooty rich bitch Brenda Wade all at the same time. That is so sweet!"

"Yes we are, boys."

Flag Girl had Ms Americana stretched over the bed from side to side, not lengthwise as you would expect. The vanquished vigilante vixen fought like a wildcat, but without her power belt and seriously hampered by lingering affects of the chloroform, they had little trouble. After all, Flag Girl still had full used of her super powers. The stunning Queen of Justice was tied down spread eagle, with her arms and legs spread even more widely in that manner of bondage than if she was tied lengthways on the bed, and that left her feeling extremely vulnerable and helpless. Then Flag Girl strapped on a ten inch red dildo and climbed up between her widespread legs.

"You don't have to do this, Lydia! I'll forgive you! We can get you help," she cried, wild-eyed.

"Can you boys find something to fill her mouth and shut her up?"

JJ Rod laughed, and pulled out his ten inch cock. Ms Americana's head was hanging off the side of the bed, and her red booted feet off the other side. She was perfectly situated to exploit sexually in so many delightful ways. The first she was to endure was a cock down the throat. Flag Girl felt her whole body go tingly as she watched JJ Rod's thick black cock pushed past Ms Americana's firm red lips, and then push deeper and deeper forcing the sexy siren to swallow over and over to allow him such deep access. The super heroine's baby blues were wider than she'd ever seen, and her body arched up in sexual surprise and arousal.

"Mmmmmmmmm," Ms Americana groaned.

"Good job. Fill her to the bream with cum," Flag Girl said. "I know she loves the taste. She admitted that after we escaped you, Jorge, that last time."

"Really? Then she'll get another taste of me after JJ Rod."

Flag Girl knelt between Ms Americana's legs and began exploring her twat. It was sopping wet, as she'd expected to find it. Flag Girl licked it a good five minutes, making sure it was nice and clean, then she used her thumbs to spread Ms Americana's swollen, hypersensitive nether lips. The sexy former protégé turned dominating mistress, took her time licking, sucking and nibbling on the lips of Ms Americana's labia. Within seconds she was writhing beneath the beautiful blonde teenage babe.

Ms Americana couldn't believe what was happening. Flag Girl had betrayed her to a pair of pimps. Indeed, she was LEADING the pimps in her capture and rape. Flag Girl was eating her out, and doing a damn fine job of it, too. But worse, JJ Rod's hot rod was beating her resolve to smithereens. She was actively sucking on his more than a mouthful of cock, unable to stop herself. It seemed so natural, and always did when she was captured. Up until the moment Flag Girl unmasked her, Ms Americana had some hope of escaping. After all, no one had ever been able to keep her more than three days before. But, this was only the second time anyone had actually unmasked her. The first miscreant hadn't recognized her, so she was safe there. But Flag Girl knew her, and now JJ Rod and Jorge Munoz knew her true identity.

<I'm ruined! I'll never escape their vile clutches now,> she thought miserably.

Ms Americana's shapely body was afire with need. The butterflies had long since transformed into that liquid heat she so loved and feared. If they climaxed her, then her power belt was useless. Of course, Flag Girl understood that, and her fingers, lips and tongue were insistent she have a de-powering orgasm. It was all she could do to hold it at bay. Then Jorge joined them on the bed.

"I want a taste of her titty milk," Jorge said, and gave her right tit a big, firm two-handed squeeze. Milk fountained up from her tingling nipple. "Ye-hai! Thar she blows!"

JJ Rod and Flag Girl laughed, and Jorge sucked that still squirting nipple into his hungry mouth. Seconds later, she felt her hot milk flowing steadily into his gulping mouth. All of her defenses collapsed, and she felt that liquid heat transform yet again into a soul rending orgasm. Her eyes rolled up and her back arched as it rolled into town, steamrollering everything she ever was beneath it.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed around JJ Rod's cock. "Uuuugggghhhhh! Uuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Wow, multi climaxes first thing," Flag Girl said.

"What a wanton whore," JJ Rob said. He leaned over and sucked in the other nipple, still pumping in and out of her now eager, slurping mouth. "Mmmm, tasty milk! God, I love this!"

Flag Girl thrust a finger deep into Ms Americana's vagina. The sexy sex slave's body jerked. Flag Girl started sucking really hard on her clit, while finger fucking her former mentor. Ms Americana couldn't believe it. Mouth, tits and pussy all being erotically stimulated at once. In the worse possible way for her future. Her traitorous body was already building toward another climax. And this one would be the final nail in her coffin, she could tell. It was a big one. The kind of orgasm superior women feared, for they instinctively understood it made them the sex slaves of their lovers. After that first mega climax, superior women with the Aphrodite gene became wanton, cock starved harlots. It was a scientific fact that super heroines tried hard to keep secret.

Suddenly, Flag Girl stood up, pressed the monster dildo to Ms Americana's wet cunt and pushed.

<Great Liberty!> Ms Americana thought, crying out around JJ Rod's cock, "Grraaaaa Uuuuuuuuueeeeyyyy!"

Flag Girl smiled viciously as she started to pound that strap-on dildo hard and fast. Ms Americana' body quivered and bucked, writhed and arched up. Nothing she did would dislodge the three pimps molesting her shapely body.

"I own you, Brenda!" Flag Girl cried. "I own you body and soul. You are MINE!"

"Aaaaaggggggggghhhhhhh!" she cried, the effort to hold the mother of all climaxes at bay almost beyond her ability to endure.

"I command you to submit to me!" Flag Girl demanded. She redoubled her efforts, and JJ Rod lost his battle, and ballooned Ms Americana's cheeks with a mouthful and then some of cum. "Ha ha! Yes! Cream her! Fill her holier-than-thou mouth up with pimp cum!"

Cum spilled out of Ms Americana's mouth, even as she slurped and gulped amazing amounts down, unable to swallow it all in time. And he was still ejaculating, too! Hot jizm oozed down her upside down face. Her baby blues crossed and uncrossed, then rolled up into her head. Ms Americana lost her battle.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!" she cried as JJ Rod pulled out of her mouth and shot another two spurts into her face. "Greeeaat Liiiberrrty! I've been TAMED! TAMED! Great Liberty, have mercy, I am tamed!"

Still pumping the strap-on, Flag Girl seized the tamed temptress's silky back hair and jerked her head up. She smiled deeply into Brenda's pleading baby blues. Then using her index finger, she scraped off the cum and thrust her finger into Brenda's mouth. The vanquished and broke super babe sucked her finger clean, and Flag Girl ensured she ate all of JJ Rod's cum. Then Jorge mounted her mouth and it began anew.

Flag Girl fucked Ms Americana pussy for a full hour, then she surrendered that honey hole to Jorge. While first Jorge, then JJ Rod, reamed out Ms Americana's formerly tight pussy, Flag Girl rode her mentor's face. Ms Americana gave great cunnilingus. Absolutely perfect. She decided Brenda would teach the other girls how to give women pleasure later. She was that good. So good that Flag Girl climaxed before she realized what was happening.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooowwwww! Baby!"

"Wahoo, the boss got her rocks off too," Jorge cried.

After that, they flipped Ms Americana over and took turns on her sphincter. That REALLY made the super stacked stunner climax. Machine gun climaxes, in fact.

Once Pimpette and her assistant pimps had sated their lusts, and thoroughly tamed Ms Americana, Flag Girl starting inviting her girls in to enjoy some "milk and nookie." By sunrise the next day, Ms Americana's 44DDs were almost completely deflated. Sucked dry.

But it was all good. The drug Flag Girl injected into the super sexy super heroine was still at work. While they all slept her milk supply was replenished and then some. Of course, Ms Americana spent the day with a vibrator up her cunt and another up shapely ass, spread eagle on that bed.

"How's my pretty little streetwalker this morning?" Flag Girl said as she walked into the room.

Ms Americana was bucking, eyes crossed, experiencing one climax after another. She was incapable of coherent thought or speech. Flag Girl laughed and removed the vibrating dildos. Then she left, letting her newest sex slave have a few restorative hours sleep. She would need them, for Flag Girl had a busy day planned for her.

Midafternoon JJ Rod woke Ms Americana up. She was dressed in her costume, minus the mask, but wearing her power belt. The power belt was useless to her now. Two reasons. First, she'd been completely sated sexually. There was no pent up sexual energy within her to power the belt, and if she worked as a hooker, having sex with one man after another, all day and all night, she had little chance of ever building up any sexual frustrations. And secondly, Flag Girl had cleverly shorted out the power belt so that it was ruined beyond repair.

Flag Girl was waiting on the street in front of the hotel. She smiled wickedly at her former mentor. She enjoyed the way her 44DDs jostled as she walked. Ms Americana scowled at her.

"Are you ready to start your new life and career?" Flag Girl said, sounding all sweet and perky. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled with glee. She was still wearing her mask, though word had to be going out who she really was after removing her mask. Indeed, now that everyone knew Ms Americana's secret identity, it was easy to figure out who Flag Girl was, too. "I have high expectations for you today. I expect you to out earn everyone else." She indicated the busy afternoon street. "Word has spread, and men are flocking down here to get their greedy paws on your spectacular body, babe."

"How wonderful," Ms Americana said, scowling even more now. How humiliating! And how utterly demeaning. Here she was, forced to prostitute herself by her ward, friend and protégé, and all the good citizens she fought so hard to protect for seventeen years were flocking down to use, abuse and sexual exploit her like some cheap crack whore. "I'm heartened to see the legions of fans are eager to fuck me, instead of rescue me. How happy can I be?"

"Good, still bitter and sarcastic," Flag Girl said. "I don't want you completely broken. Whoremongers like some spirit in their cock candy." Flag Girl slapped Ms Americana's shapely, silky soft rump. "Now go make your Momma some money, honey buns."

Ms Americana stiffened, hands clenched into fists. She glanced at Flag Girl's smug smile, then at the golden power belt around her former protégé's narrow waist. Her power belt still worked. But didn't Flag Girl climax the previous night? It was so hard to remember, there being so much use and abuse. Didn't matter, her two junior pimps were more than enough to kick her sweet round ass into the dirt if she cause trouble.

The Queen of Justice walked over to the curb and the first car stopped. It was a big, black Lincoln. The man inside was familiar to her. She fired him a month back for incompetence.

"How much, Brenda?" he said, grinning with wicked glee.

"Fifty, pig," she said.

"Deal," he said. "Inside this hotel, or another?"

"This one," she said, bile rising up her throat. She forced it back down, and slanted a hateful glare at Flag Girl. "What room?"

"Mistress," JJ Rod said.

"Huh? I …Oh, Okay. What room….Mistress?"

"Room 69 for you, Ms Ameri-slut," she said. "I suggest you talk him into paying for more than a suck and fuck. You have to earn a lot of money to satisfy me."

"Yes, mistress," Ms Americana said. "I am yours."

With that, Ms Americana took her first trick upstairs and began a very long, lucrative career in prostitution. Within the month, Lydia Wills took over Brenda's, Axanna's and Dana's personal fortunes. She sold Ms Americana, Spectre Girl and Lady Midnight to JJ Rod a year later, and Jorge bought Green Spectre and Azure Angel. Dana McQueen became Lydia personal sex slave and chamber maid at Wade Manor.

It was a good life.

THE END