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

Flag Girl and her fantasy universe are the creations of Mr. X. I tossed in Jackal and his band of white slavers.

Please direct all comments and feedback to dark_one@live.com. This is my real hotmail address, on previous submissions I brain farted and put 3 extra characters in the address. Sorry.

FLAG GIRL: THE JACKAL

By Dark One

It was a beautiful fall day in early October. In fact, it was unseasonably warm and pleasant. Lydia was dressed for the warm weather, in a white belly baring top, ruffled hot pink mini, and hot pink stiletto sandals. She accessorized with silver hoop earrings and bangles.

Lydia strode happily toward the university parking lot. It was Friday, and her last class of the week was over. On top of that, Brenda was out of town in a trip to New York. Her guardian and mentor wouldn’t return until Sunday night, late.

So it was party time!

“Oh! There’s Amber Stokes!” she said, spotting one of her classmates.

Like Lydia, Amber was nineteen, blonde and gorgeous. She was also an heiress and possibly the most popular Freshman on campus. She threw killer parties in the spacious beachside home her billionaire industrialist father bought her. Lydia was sure Amber would have a party that weekend, and she wanted an invite.

Before she could call out to her, Amber turned off the sidewalk and cut across the parking lot. Lydia hurried after her. Fortune was smiling on her, because her Beemer was parked in that same lot, way on the other side. So she could pursue Amber without it looking like she was a stalker, or worse, a pathetic, needy girl looking for friends.

Increasing her pace, Lydia began to slowly gain on the beautiful heiress. Fortunately for Lydia, Amber was also wearing tall stilettos, so couldn’t move too fast. Besides, Amber was totally consumed with the conversation she was having with whomever was on the other end of her cell phone call. So while Amber concentrated on her phone call, Lydia was consumed with catching Amber and coming up with a way to initiate a conversation and get her party invitation.

Neither of the teenage beauties saw the slow moving white van.

Lydia was one lane over in the parking lot when the van pulled up next to Amber and blocked Lydia’s view of her quarry. The van never slowed down. But Lydia heard the metallic squeak of the sliding side doors open, then a surprised gasp.

Lydia froze in place. It couldn’t be happening before her eyes. Impossible.

Then she heard the distinct sound of sliding doors slamming shut. The van sped up and headed for the exit. Lydia paused in shock, for when the van moved on it revealed that Amber was missing. Vanished.

“Kidnapped!” Lydia cried, staring after the van in shock.

Then her secret identity personality kicked in. She remembered who she was. Flag Girl. She was Ms Americana’s loyal and more that competent sidekick. A super heroine.

“I have to save her,” she whispered, suddenly running toward her fire engine red BMW. All the while, she had visions of the kidnappers cutting off an ear or finger to send to the Stokes Family along with the ransom note. “I can’t let that happen to Amber.”

The convertible’s top was down, so she only had to leap into the driver’s seat and fire the BMW up. In no time Lydia was speeding after the white van. She caught up to it easily and fell back a bit to stay hidden. They weren’t driving fast or trying to lose her. So she hadn’t been spotted. And for that she was grateful. She had little experience in high speed chases. Usually, she was the passenger during Ms Americana’s few car chases.

It wasn’t easy following the kidnappers’ van in Delta City’s rush hour traffic, but Lydia managed and followed them to a business park on the outskirts of town. They turned into a warehouse/office building. Lydia drove past, just in time to see the van pass through a large warehouse bay door on the side. She scribbled down the address and continued on.

“Damn, I can’t charge in there dressed like this,” she muttered darkly, bright blue eyes flashing. “As Lydia I’m not supposed to be, like, heroic or whatever, otherwise bad people might start putting two and two together.”

She had to be Flag Girl to save Amber. No other way around it. She wished Ms Americana wasn’t out of town. Otherwise, she could make a phone call and Ms Americana could meet her there, and bring her Flag Girl costume. That way she could stay and ensure they didn’t move Amber. She had no other option but to chance it and go home to change.

On the positive side, it would be full dark by the time she returned. It was easier to sneak up and catch evil doers in the dark. So, once out of sight of the warehouse she hit the gas and headed for Wade Manor.

# # #

Flag Girl eased down the business district street in her special “Flag Girl” car. The warehouse was dark, save a single incandescent light above the same bay door the van drove through earlier. That wasn’t the only door into the warehouse, though, so she eased around to the back and parked in the night shadows, away from any prying eyes peeking out the door.

She quickly found a back door. It was locked, but Flag Girl wore a power belt like her mentor, Ms Americana. She wasn’t as tall or strong as Ms Americana, but with the power belt she was a good five to eight times stronger than a normal man. Ms Americana was almost twice that strong wearing her power belt.

Despite that, Flag Girl felt good about what was about to go down. Wearing her Flag Girl costume always gave her a boost of confidence and courage. She loved being Flag Girl and wearing the red, white and blue costume – Strapless blue top with white stars covered her spectacular 36D breasts, red and white vertically stripped micro mini tightly sheathed her well rounded hips, red boots and opera gloves. She finished off her “Flag Girl” costume with a ponytail and bangs look, blue half-face mask, blue choker and her prized, golden power belt.

There was no mistaking who the five foot eight beauty was while in costume.

Using both hands, the delicate looking blonde ripped the door knob out of the door and it swung open before her. She grinned wickedly. Flag Girl loved doing things like that. It felt so great, so empowering to be able to rip open a door like that.

“Ms Americana will be so proud of me,” she whispered excitedly as she passed through the dark doorway.

Once inside, her eyes quickly adjusted to the slightly brighter, but still dim lighting. Mostly, the warehouse was empty. There was a stack of wooden crates, with each being about six feet by three, and two feet deep. She had no idea what they were for, though the first thought to enter her mind was the men were also gun runners. She would check it out before she left, though.

The white van she followed earlier was just pulling out of the open bay door. She gawked as it departed, and the door closed behind it automatically. She scowled at the departing van. No telling where they were going. She prayed they were not moving.

So Flag Girl rushed to the bay door, then looked around. There was a large table in one corner, near a small kitchenette. She counted five couches, including three arranged in a conversation pit. Then she heard a muffled noise and saw them

Six young women were lined up against the wall, side by side. They all were gagged, with their arms handcuffed behind their backs and their ankles tied together. Going over, Flag Girl discovered five young co-ed, including Amber, staring up at her with looks of desperation. The lone brunette was someone Flag Girl knew, Assistant District Attorney Jessica LeBeaux. The thirty year old prosecutor was tall, brown-eyed and shapely. And quite beautiful.

And naked.

All the prisoners were stripped.

“Jessica?” Flag Girl said, shocked. The prosecutor was thought to be on a two week vacation to the Bahamas. Obviously she never made it to her destination. “Oh my God! These men are, like, white slavers!”

Jessica nodded vigorously. Suddenly, she looked twice as desperate and cried out into her red ball gag, her voice muffled and incomprehensible. Flag Girl was terribly shocked to learn the sexy prosecutor almost fell victim to the very kind of men she gained her reputation prosecuting. She’d sent more men to prison for dealing in white slavery over the past two years than anyone else in the country.

“Don’t you worry, Madam Prosecutor, I’ll have you out of there in no time,” Flag Girl said, kneeling beside the Assistant DA to start untying her.

To her surprise, all of the captured girls started struggling frantically and shaking their heads vigorously. Their eyes were wide with fear and desperation. Even Ms LeBeaux looked desperate to say something. But Flag Girl was already thinking past their release, to the ambush she planned for the white slavers’ return. What a surprise that would be for them!

“Mmmmpphhhhh!” Jessica cried into her gag. “Uhhhhgggggghhhh!”

“What?”

“I think they are trying to warn you about us,” a deep male voice said right behind her.

Flag Girl came straight up to her feet. But before she could turn to confront the men, one of the men wrapped a strong arm around her upper body, just below her ample bosom. His other hand grabbed her left wrist and held if fast. Another man held her right wrist tightly. For a second, she couldn’t move. Mostly due to sheer shock and surprise.

“Let go of me, you filthy miscreants!” Flag Girl demanded. “Or else, I’ll beat you like a drum.”

“Oh, we wouldn’t want you to do that, Flag Twit,” the man said into her ear. His right arm released her upper body, so she thought they were going to surrender. As they should, since it was inevitable she would defeat them. But then his right hand returned, and covered her mouth and nose with a thick, soft white cotton cloth.

“Mmmggghhhhhh!”

An instant later, Flag Girl had to inhale after her scream of rage and surprise. Only to discover a much more sinister surprise awaiting her helpless lungs. Chloroform.

No! she screamed in her mind. Not that! Anything but that!

The sickly sweet chloroform was making mincemeat of her mind and willpower. She felt her arms start to weaken first, even as she struggled and tried to shake her head to escape that horrific fate. But the men were too strong, and she’d already sucked in to much chloroform

Flag Girl realized she was going down. She’d lost.

Oh my God, she thought, her eyes locking with Jessica LeBeaux’s. I’ve been captured by white slavers. And Ms Americana is out of town!

Worse, Ms Americana had no idea what she was doing. Her mentor and personal heroine wouldn’t know where to look. It could be days – even weeks or more – before Ms Americana got on the right track. White slavers didn’t generally keep their victims more than a few days.

I’m doomed, she thought groggily as blackness started creeping in from all around.

“I think Flag Twat is feeling a bit more cooperative, Jerry.”

The chloroform pad was removed from her face and she felt her chin lifted. Two greedy hands grabbed her tits, squeezing them lustily through the fabric of her costume. Then her blue, star spangled top was pulled down. She felt her tits flop out and bounce enticingly before the nasty white slavers.

“Heh, Jake, look at how hard her nipples are,” Jerry said. “Wow, I heard super heroines were kinky, but that’s something.”

“Yeah, nice nips,” Jake said, and sucked the right nipple into his hot mouth.

Flag Girl’s baby blues popped open. It was like a jolt of erotic electricity ripped through her body when he took that nipple into his mouth. She gasped and struggled weakly, but the chloroform was still robbing her of strength and coherence. Flag Girl barely understood what was starting to happen.

“Stop…,” she gasped weakly. “I’m….I’m Flag Gir….I’m…heroine.”

“You’re fuck meat, bitch,” Jerry said.

While Jake sated his unnatural lusts on Flag Girl’s sweet tits, Jerry pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed her. He then pulled her red and white stripped micro mini down to reveal a stark white G-string.

“Sweet,” Jerry said. He caressed her twat through the soft cotton cloth of the G-string. “The bitch is already getting wet, dude.”

Flag Girl was held up between the two lusty white slavers. Jake had both hands caressing and squeezing her tits, while he sucked on her rock hard pink nipples. Meanwhile, Jerry pulled off her G-string and knelt behind her, reaching both arms around her shapely rump to play with her quivering, bikini waxed pussy. She felt his maddening fingers toying insidiously with her moist pussy lips, then he brought the other hand in and pushed his index finger past the lips and straight to the clitoris.

“Aaaiiieeee,” Flag Girl cried out. “Ooohhhhh. Stop it.”

“What did she say?” Jerry said.

“She said ‘fuck me, fuck me hard,’” Jake said and chuckled.

“Oh, okay,” Jerry said, and laughed as the index finger of his other hand pushed up into her vagina. “If she insists.”

“Oh…it’s not, like, right,” Flag Girl cried. Her back was arched, head thrown back. The captured super heroine’s eyes were wide in astonishment. “Ooooooo, that feels….I mean….You wicked men!”

Jerry’s finger found her G-spot in her vagina.

“Ooooooooooo!”

“That hit the spot,” Jerry said. “Or is the clit the spot. Let’s see.”

Jerry started rubbing circles on the clit, and Flag Girl tensed up and gasped. The men chuckled and redoubled their erotic efforts. She tugged at her handcuffs in vain, panted and gasped.

“Too much! Too much,” she cried. “Please stop before it’s too late.”

“Too late,” Jake said, and pulled her over so that her legs were still perfectly straight, but her face was level with Jake’s crotch.

Jake used one hand to unzip and pull out his erect dick. The other hand held tightly to Flag Girl’s blonde ponytail. He spent a long moment rubbing his cock in her face, then pressed the cock head to her glistening, ruby lips.

“Suck it, Flag Twit,” Jake demanded.

“No!” she cried. That was a mistake. As soon as she opened her mouth, Jake rammed it home. “Nnnpppphhhhh!”

While Flag Girl was trying to figure out a way out of her oral sex dilemma, Jerry discovered that once she was bent over, it gave him much better access to her sopping cunt. He immediately began finger fucking her pussy from behind, causing her to wiggle and gyrate her shapely hips in a vain effort to escape his unwanted attention down there. Her efforts were less than useless, but gave Jerry an erotic show to watch while he ravaged her twat with his fingers.

What would Ms Americana do in a situation like this? she asked silently.

Strangely, Jake’s thick cock in her mouth was exciting her libido. She just didn’t understand that, but her belly was tingling from twat to throat. Flag Girl didn’t really realize it, but she was starting to actually suck on the white slaver’s cock, bring him great pleasure. But Jerry was trying something new that frightened her more than a cock down the throat.

“I think she’s ready for me,” Jerry said, removing his fingers and moving up close behind.

She heard him unzip.

Flag Girl screamed NO, but all anyone heard was, “Nuuuummmmmpppphhhhh.”

His dickhead pressed up against her pussy lips. Her breath caught when he slid that dick head up and down her hot, wet slit. She jumped slightly when it rubbed against her clit, then slid down and to the vagina. Flag Girl thought he’d slide the cock back up her slit, but instead he pushed into her vagina.

“Uuuuummmmmmm.”

“Yeah, baby girl, good stuff. Good stuff,” Jerry said, holding tightly to her hips as he started to pump in and out of her super tight pussy. “Are you a virgin? You’re so tight.”

All she could do was groan deep in her throat, and that excited Jake. He started pumping in and out of her mouth more frantically. She sucked and tongued his cock, feeling him grow harder and harder. Then she felt a tiny quivering deep within the cock, and Jake suddenly stopped pumping frantically and pressed it hard and deep inside her mouth. A second later hot, sticky cum gushed out and down her unprepared throat.

Flag Girl cough and gagged on Jake’s jizm.

“Swallow it all, Flag Slut,” Jake demanded.

“Mmmmmm.”

Flag Girl was forced to suck him dry, then lick his cock and sweaty balls clean, all while Jerry was fucking the shit out of her cunt. She could barely think now. Jerry’s cock was almost more than she could handle. It was too much. The vanquished super heroine tried to think about anything but what he was doing, about what she was feeling deep in her belly. But that tingling heat was too much to ignore. It was threatening to overwhelm and conquer her.

“I’m cumming,” Jerry said.

Flag Girl felt his dick stiffen up. He started pumping faster. She felt that wonderful heat turn into something more. Something both wonderful and terrible.

If I climax, my power belt will be useless to me, she thought dismally. Oh my God, it’s like I can’t stop it. I’m going to cum too.

Jerry’s thrusts suddenly became ragged. She felt the first spurt deep inside. At that time she locked eyes with Jessica, who looked as though she was having sex as well, with a glazed look in her eyes and rock hard pink nipples. It was too much. Flag Girl lost control and climaxed.

Jerry and Flag Girl climaxed together. She involuntarily squeezed her twat muscles, milking her ravager of all he had to give. Then when he pulled out, she fell to her knees beside Jessica. Her face fell into the prosecutor’s hot, silky smooth lap.

“Oh, my, Flag Lezzy wants a piece of the prosecutor,” Jake crowed.

Flag Girl felt the blood rush out of her face.

“No, please,” she begged. “I can’t take any more. Haven’t you done enough damage? I’m destroyed.”

“Oh no, we’re not through with you, Sugar Tits,” Jake said.

Jerry held Flag Girl while Jake released Jessica’s ankles. Then the captured prosecutor’s long, tan legs were pulled apart and spread wide. Flag Girl was pushed between those long legs. Jerry then pushed her face down into Jessica’s glistening pussy.

Flag Girl found the prosecutor’s twat hot and wet, and stank of sex. She suspected each of the girls had to “entertain” the white slavers at one time or another. Unfortunately for Flag Girl and Jessica LeBeaux they white slavers had reason to fuck them more often and more viciously than any others.

The helpless heroine’s face was rubbed hard into Jessica’s cunt. Both Jessica and Flag Girl groaned. Then someone began finger fucking Flag Girl’s twat, while the other white slaver started pinching and kneading her hypersensitive nipples.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she groaned, and kissed Jessica’s pussy lips deeply.

It’s so hard, Flag Girl thought miserably. So hard to fight.

And she was so tired after her orgasm. She just wanted to be left alone, but those two nasty men refused. She understood they wouldn’t stop until they got what they wanted. And they wanted a lesbian sex show.

Flag Girl’s hot, pink tongue slid up Jessica’s slit. As the same time, Jake started messaging her clit. Both women groaned again. Encouraged by Jessica’s response, Flag Girl increased her efforts. Soon she was sucking on the prosecutor’s clit enthusiastically.

“Mmmmmpphhh,” Flag Girl groaned.

She could feel Jessica’s ardor grow, her passions flaming beneath her lips and tongue, even as her own sexual pleasure increased more and more. It was never so good.

“Take her mask off, Jerry,” Jake said. “Let’s take a gander at this blonde beauty.”

Something snapped deep inside Flag Girl. She panicked.

“No!” she cried.

Flag Girl twisted violently to the side, pulling herself off Jake’s talented fingers and straight into Jerry. The white slavers were not prepared for her move, allowing her to roll over Jerry and back to her booted feet. Then she kicked Jerry in the side of the head and squared off with Jake.

“Bitch! You’ll pay for that,” Jake snarled, crouched over and moving in closer.

“I’ll pay you back for what you did to me, miscreant,” she said, baby blues flashing.

Jake fated right, and darted in on her left. Flag Girl fell for his fake, and wasn’t prepared when he seized her arm. But she didn’t give up, either. Instead, she drove her sharp stiletto into his foot. Jake froze in pain, eyes wide in disbelief of the pain she caused. Flag Girl stepped close and head butted him to the floor.

Both slavers lay unconscious at her feet.

“Whoa, like, that was close,” she said, breathing hard and giggling on the verge of hysteria. So close to the worse possible fate imaginable. “Did you see that? Wow.”

The other six women all looked relieved. That shored up her ego and she quickly regained her composure. So she squatted over Jerry and searched his pockets until she found the handcuff key.

“Roll over onto your belly, Jessica,” she said. “I can’t reach my own handcuffs, but I can unlock you. Then you can free the rest of us.”

Jessica nodded and rolled onto her belly. Flag Girl straddled her body and the long struggle to get the handcuff key in the prosecutor’s cuffs began. Neither woman could see what she was doing, or what the other woman was doing. They almost never got that key in and turned. But eventually the encouraging click of opening handcuffs reached all of their ears.

Seconds later, Jessica was on her knees and removing the ball gag.

“Thank God, I hated that gag more than anything!” she cried. Then she spotted Flag Girl holding up her cuffed wrists. “Oh, here, let me help you.”

Seconds later, Flag Girl was freed and gathering up her costume while Jessica freed the other five girls. They recovered their clothes from a trash pile, and soon were ready to leave.

“Madam Prosecutor, can you take these poor unfortunates to safety?” Flag Girl said. “I have to stay and capture the other white slavers when they return.”

“Oh, it’s too dangerous, Flag Girl,” Jessica said. “Please, come with us. We’ll call the police to take care of them.”

“I can’t. They might return before the police, and escape,” she said. “You take the other girls to safety, then call the police. I’ll be here waiting with the slavers in custody.”

The five co-eds looked worshipfully at Flag Girl, but Jessica just looked worried.

“You don’t know what you’re up against, Flag Girl. The Jackal is the leader of this bunch,” Jessica said. “He is huge! Too big for even you to fight.”

That stung! Who did she think she was speaking with? Azure Angel? Or some other nitwit? She was Flag Girl, second only to Ms Americana.

“Oh poo! I can handle him, Madam Prosecutor,” Flag Girl said confidently. “Now hurry, before they return. Get these girls to safety.”

The threat of the white slavers’ return was enough to even silence Jessica LeBeaux. She led the co-eds out the back door that Flag Girl entered through, and away into the darkness. Flag Girl watched them leave with pride. She’d like to see Brenda’s face when she saw the news report in New York about her protégée’s heroic exploits.

The thought fired Flag Girl’s heart.

Inspired, she turned to the two unconscious white slavers. With an evil smile, she quickly stripped them naked and used the same handcuffs and ball gags taken off the newly freed co-eds to bind them up. Indeed, she was so inspired she actually hogtied them.

“Ah, what a pretty sight,” she said, grinning. “And, like, soooo appropriate.”

BOOM!

Flag Girl jumped and whirled around. Wild-eyed, she tried to determine the nature of the attack. Then a metallic, grinding noise started up. The bay door started to rise. She relaxed a little, with a satisfied smile spreading across her pretty masked face.

“They’re back,” she said. “Boy, are they ever going to be surprised!”

Ducking behind the pile of wooden crates, Flag Girl watched and waited. The bay door opened quickly enough, and then the van eased inside and stopped. The passenger and side sliding doors immediately opened and laughing men poured out.

Flag Girl didn’t hesitate. She pounced at them. They just froze, with looks of shock and fear claiming their ugly mugs. The suddenly inspired and angry super heroine was like a red, white, blue and blonde tornado. She spun this way and that way, lashing out with brutal roundhouse kicks that put men down for the count. In less that two minutes eight men were laying all around her, gasping and groaning.

“Verrry impressive, Flag Girl,” a deep, deep bass said in a thick African accent.

Turning, Flag Girl froze. All she could do was gawk at him. He was huge. Easily seven feet tall and four hundred pounds of hard packed muscle and attitude. She’d never seen a man so large and powerful looking.

Thank God for my power belt, she thought. Then she remembered the orgasm, “Oh!”

Too late. She hardened her look and tried hard to look dangerous before the black giant. If he sensed the slightest hesitation, slightest degree of fear in her, he would attack. And without her power belt, Flag Girl would be helpless before his fury.

“Surrender, Jackal,” she demanded with authority, and quite pleased with how well it sounded.

“Ha ha ha ha! The little golden girl has delusions of adequacy,” he taunted. “How amusing. I will remind you as I fuck the shit out of you, little golden girl.”

“I’m not “golden girl,’” ‘Flag Girl snarled. “I’m the renown and highly respected super heroine Flag Girl.”

“Oh, really?” he said, looking around with eager eyes. “Where is your mistress? Ms Americana? I’m eager to meet her.”

“Ms Americana isn’t here,” Flag Girl said haughtily. “She isn’t needed to clean up after this parade of clowns.”

“Ha ha ha ha! You are so funny, Flag Girl. Funny girls make me hooorny,” he said, his dark eyes suddenly turning lustful, with a cruel taint. “Come to your new daddy, Golden One. Let me show you what it feels like to be fucked by a REAL man.”

“Oh….you!” she cried, infuriated at being so casually disregarded as a threat.

Throwing caution to the wind, Flag Girl attacked the Jackal. He laughed as she charged him, then stepped aside at the last instant. Her savage kick to the gonads missed, leaving her off balance and vulnerable.

“Oh!”

“Oh, yes,” he said, and laughed as he sized her by the ponytail and pulled her violently straight back.

Flag Girl was hurled into the wall. He breath exploded from her lungs and she staggered two steps and dropped to her knees, gasping frantically for breathe. Jackal didn’t give her the needed time to recover. He grabbed her by the arm and threw her against the van.

“Aaeeee,” she cried.

She bounced off the van and fell at his feet. She writhed before him, helpless and knowing it. She’d never been so easily, so thoroughly manhandled in all her life. Even with her power belt at full strength, Flag Girl feared she couldn’t defeat that huge black man. Then he reached down and grabbed her ponytail again, and started dragging her over to the conversation pit in the corner.

Sitting on the couch, Jackal plopped Flag Girl atop his lap like a gasping rag doll. Then he ripped off her top and tossed it in a nearby trash pile. Next went her red and white stripped mini. Her G-string was already gone, destroyed by Jerry earlier.

“My, aren’t you a pretty golden girl,” he said joyfully and laughed. “Let’s see how you feel on my cock.”

To Flag Girl’s horror, he unzipped and pulled out the longest, thickest dick she ever saw. It was a monster cock, easily thirteen inches of girl taming horror. Then he seized her tiny waist in both massive hands and lifted her up above the cock as if she weighed nothing.

“Oh! NO! Stop!” she gasped as he lowered her to his cock.

The huge head pressed painfully against her throbbing cunt. She couldn’t believe how her body was reacting to the threat, how it was betraying her. Her pussy was aching with need, and dripping with love juices. Her hands didn’t ball up into fists to strike his face, but instead seized his thick arms tightly.

Jackal’s cock penetrated.

“Oooooo!” she cried, head throw back and eyes wide.

Heat flushed her already overused and overheated body. She felt the tingle deep in her belly flare up, and her 38D tits start to swell and tauten up. The cool air on her hard nipples sent jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Please, not this,” she gasped.

“Not what, Golden One?” he asked.

She looked deep into his dark eyes, at the savage beneath. She knew weakness would not be respected. He only understood strength and power and violence.

Before she could rally her wits, he let go of her waist and she slid down his massive shaft a good six inches before her tightening pussy muscles stopped his first drive. She looked aside, no longer able to look him in the eyes. His victory was too complete.

He’s going to tame me with that cock, she thought dismally.

Jackal was already too much for her to handle, especially after Jerry and Jake worked her cunt over. She saw that most of the other white slavers were recovered and watching them with eyes of wicked glee.

Then he pushed down on her well rounded hips, driving in even deeper.

“Oooohhhhhhh, please,” she begged. “Don’t do this. I’ll do anything you ask. Please.”

Jackal cupped her shapely hiney and pulled her half off his monster cock. She gasped, the movement deep inside her too erotic to consider. But it was a bit of relieve.

“You will do anything?”

“YES! Anything you say,” she said, hope coming alive again.

“Then relax,” he said, an evil grin spreading across his ugly face.

“I can’t,” she gasped. “You’ll fuck me.”

“Trust me, Golden One,” he said smoothly. She wanted to believe him. Flag Girl needed to believe something. “Relax and let go. I will take care of you.”

Flag Girl licked her dry lips and looked around frantically. So savior was to be seen. Only the next men in the long train of rapist to introduce her into her new life as a fuck toy whore.

“Do you want to fight me and become a whore?” Jackal said.

“No. Please.”

“Then relax.”

He pushed her hips down, pushing another few inches deeper. Ten inches in, he had Flag Girl panting. Her tits were taut and riding higher than ever. A look of awe claimed her baby blues. He pushed again and her eyes rolled up and her head fell back.

“Oh….my….God,” she gasped. That tingle had changed. “Someone, save me!”

Jackal lifted her up to his dick head, and dropped her again. Then did it again, and again, and again. Flag Girl arched her back and grabbed his massive shoulders. The other white slavers watched as she bounced up and down on Jackal’s huge cock Soon he released her waist, for Flag Girl was using her legs to bounce up and down, head wildly shaking NO, golden locks flying, ponytail bouncing. All the while, she made little animal noises and panted.

With Flag Girl lost in her own erotic dream, Jackal seized both of her tits in his hands and began to squeeze and caress them. Soon, he began to suck and lick her nipples.

Flag Girl screamed. The orgasm was the most powerful she’d ever felt. It rocked her world, and left it barren. Afterwards, she laid her head on his shoulder, as she continued to bounce upon his cock.

“Good girl, Golden One,” he said, and laughed. “Even the prosecutor had to pause and rest at this point, but not you.”

Flag Girl understood what was happened, deep down. But she no longer cared. All she wanted was another orgasm. He could give her that. That magical cock was still rock hard, and she was already building toward another climax.

“Call me ‘master,’” Jackal said.

“Master.”

“Tell me you love me,” he said.

“I love you.”

“Master.’

“I love you, master,” she gasped, and felt the tingle go over the top again. “Oh, master! Master! Master! Master! OOoooooo, yes! Yes!”

Jackal fucked her like that for another hour. She had over twenty orgasms. Then after he exploded deep inside her, she collapsed unconscious. Laughing, he lifted her off his massive cock and tossed her on the couch.

“Another super bitch tamed!” he cried. “I am a God!”

“Are you finished with her?” Hank asked.

Hank was a golden hair man, handsome as they came, but not real bright. But he was smart enough for his job. And he had a taste for captured pussy. Just like they all did. Horny bastards.

Jackal grinned fiercely.

“She is yours to enjoy, boys. But I’m afraid she is already TAMED!”

They cheered their glorious leader as Hank and another white slaver, Bart, carried the limp form of the vanquished super heroine to a chair and plopped her in it. Her ripe, round ass was placed at the edge of the seat, then they bound her slender neck to the back of the chair. Then, just because it amused them, Flag Girl’s long, shapely legs were pulled straight back, past her head and each ankle tied to the upper corners of the chair back. The position left her pussy and asshole vulnerable and easily accessible to all comers. Then, finally, they bound Flag Girl’s wrists to the two back legs of the chair.

Flag Girl wasn’t going anywhere.

Bart started spanking the helpless heroine until she woke up screaming in pain.

“What’s happening?” Flag Girl cried. “Jackal! Help! I cooperated with you, master! Please don’t let them hurt me.”

“Golden One, you have not proven yourself worthy until you’ve sated the lusts of everyone here,” Jackal said, grinning evilly. “Now, toss her in the van and let’s go. I suspect te police will be here shortly.”

“Oh, no! Don’t take me away!” she cried when Hank and Bart lifted the chair and carried it to the van.

The other men piled into the van after them. She was soon surrounded by lusty men, pawing at her helpless body. Jackal took the driver’s seat and they backed out of the warehouse. As they pulled way, Flag Girl heard a siren off in the distance. Then another and another. They were getting closer.

Jackal drove unhurriedly. Soon one, two, three police cars passed them on their way to the abandoned warehouse. The white slavers laughed and she groaned miserably.

At that point, big and burly Bart mounted the sexy super heroine as they drove down the street. She struggled briefly, but soon lost control of her libido again. The men had her one after the other.

It was a long night.

# # #

Three days later.

Flag Girl was bent over a chair. She wore her mask, boots and gloves. Her power belt was gone, as was her costume. The only good thing to come out of this ordeal was that the slavers were from out of town and didn’t recognize her face when she was unmasked. So Ms Americana was safe.

“You’re going to enjoy this more than me,” Jerry said.

He pushed a two prong vibrating dildo up her ass and pussy. Her body instantly tensed and she would’ve gasped if not for the bright red ball gag. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back and her legs were bound with rope at ankle, just below the knees and at mid-thigh.

Jerry then pulled her up to a standing position, before picking her up in his arms and carrying her to a crate. The wooden crate was six by three by two feet deep. Flag Girl was laid down inside.

Looking up with miserable eyes, she saw Jackal grinning down at her.

“I sold you to a Saudi Prince for ten million,” he bragged. “I’m over-nighting you to him. When you wake up, you will be in your new home. Enjoy.”

She was too exhausted to really care. At least she would finally get some needed sleep. Flag Girl barely stirred when they pulled the gas mask over her head, covering her face. A long tube connected to a cylinder of gas. Jerry turned on the gas and she quickly lost consciousness.

“Nail it shut,” Jackal said, satisfied. “They will be here soon to take her away.” He grinned evilly. “Then we get ready for Ms Americana. I’m sure she’ll find us soon enough.”

He left enough clues, anyway. He was confident the Queen of Justice would come. And then he would tame her as well.

THE END