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GREEN SPECTRE: ROUGH RIDER

By Dark One

Green Spectre struck a classic pose before Commissioner Borden's desk. Her tall, shapely body was barely sheathed in the dark green leather bustier and bikini bottom costume, with the black fishnet pantyhose and black stiletto boots and gloves. A green mask that matched her costume hid her secret identity. She flicked long, silky blonde hair over here bare shoulders and leveled intent hazel eyes on the Police Commissioner.

"How can I assist you, Commissioner Borden?" Green Spectre said, her rich voice deep and commanding attention. "You said it was urgent."

The Commissioner glanced past her at the door and frowned, tapping a pencil on the desk nervously. Police Chief McKenzie stood behind Commissioner Borden, looking unhappy as usual when dealing with masked vigilantes. The Police Chief was always grumbling about how super heroines made his men look bad.

"I was hoping more super heroines would answer my voice message," Commissioner Borden said, scowling.

"I'm all you have, Commissioner, and all that will be coming," she said, hazel eyes narrowing. "I'm more than woman enough to handle anything you have."

"I'm sure you are, Green Spectre, but with more heroines you could cover more of the city faster. And speed is of the essence," he said.

"Who or what is the problem, Commissioner? The faster you tell me, the faster I can resolve the issue," the sexy green clad super heroine said.

"Rough Rider Randy has stolen the great champion bucking bronco, Hurricane," Chief McKenzie said. "The city guaranteed the safety of that horse, and it could cost the tax payer's fifteen million dollars to pay off the owner. It is scheduled to perform tomorrow night at the Delta City Charity Rodeo and Ball."

Green Spectre knew all about the Charity Rodeo and Ball, she was one of the organizers as millionaire business woman and newspaper publisher Axanna Morgan. Indeed, she has the cutest little western themed outfit designed just for her by Versace. Brenda Wade would be GREEN with envy when she showed up in it.

"Not to mention humiliate us before the whole country," Commissioner Borden said. "This incident could cost the city hundreds of millions in convention revenues from cancelled conventions and sporting events."

"When was the horse taken?"

"Just an hour ago, for the convention center stables," the Commissioner said. "Will you take the job, Green Spectre?"

"Of course, Commissioner, I serve the people of the city. I will not let you or the people down," the statuesque super heroine said, smiling smugly. "That overpriced horse is as good as returned, and Rough Rider Randy will be cooling his heels in jail before you can say, yippee-kai-yai-yeah."

An hour later, super sexy Green Spectre was striding into the city stables, next to the new convention center. The dark parking lot was empty, it being after hours and after dark. Hurricane's stall was the first one, closest to the big barn doors. She thought that reckless of them, but then again they were men. Sheeze.

The stall was empty and racked. All evidence of the crime had been cleaned away. That was helpful. She walked into the stall, having to keep one hand against the walls to steady herself. Walking it ankle deep sawdust was easy in five inch stiletto boots. Fortunately, she had a superior sense of balance.

A loud clamor out in the main stables got her attention. No one should be there at that hour. So she stepped out of the stall to find a group of "cowboys" gathering up and leading a small herd of rodeo horses. She strode to the middle of the stables, blocking the barn doors and planted her stiletto heeled feet and placed her fists on her well rounded hips.

"Where do you think you are going with those horses, buckos?"

"Green Spectre!" several of them cried out in surprise.

She smiled smugly, enjoying the fear in those "men's" eyes. It was good to be a strong and respected, and FEARED, super heroine. The cowboys just gawked at her. Well, they gawked at her body, her giant jugs so well displayed in her sexy costume. Exactly why she wore that costume, in fact, though their rude staring at her tits ticked her off, too.

"I wasn't told of any horses being removed tonight," she said. She arched a perfectly plucked brow haughtily. "I certainly hope you have the proper authorization and documentation with you. Otherwise, this could get ugly."

"Documentation?" one of the men said, sounding confused. It didn't surprise her, men frequently got confused and discombobulated around her. "Oh, you mean paperwork! Yes, I have the paperwork."

He waved her over and pulled out a stack of folded papers from his back pocket. Turning his back, he moved out of the way of the horses and stopped next to the wall. The rude man wasn't even looking at her, expecting her to "obey" and be a "good girl" and follow him over. She ground her teeth, thinking about calling him out on it, but decided it looked like that weren't the horse rustlers. Rustlers wouldn’t have documentation available like that, so she strode over to him confidently, acting as if that was what she wanted to do.

"We're just stable workers here, Green Spectre," the man said, fumbling with his papers, riffling through them as quickly as he could. He glanced up at her as she stepped up, smiled apologetically, and said, "No one told us they were getting super heroine help tonight. You really surprised us."

Then his eyes dropped deep into her bottomless cleavage. The man's jaw dropped and his eyes seemed to glaze over as he gazed upon Heaven on Earth.

"I bet I did," she said.

She heard movement behind her. Fearing they were starting to move the horses before she granted them leave to do so, the sexy super heroine started to turn around and bark a command to cease and desist. But their leader suddenly produced the required documentation.

"Ha-ha! Here it is," he said proudly. Men needed to little to stroke their egos. The simplest things made them feel important and successful. "Anything else you need?"

"This will be sufficient," she said, reaching for the paperwork. Then, just as her delicate, black gloved fingers touched the paper, a large hand flashed before her face with a damp white cloth in it. The cloth was pressed firmly over her mouth and nose, sending the heady stench of chloroform rushing up her nose. At the same time, an arm reached around from the other side and wrapped around her chest, squeezing her titanic tits. "Mmmmm! Uuughhhhh!"

More rough and tough cowboys descend upon the sexy midnight vigilante as she started to struggle. That first whiff of chloroform left her giddy and dazed, but the super shapely heroine struggled, and almost broke free before the other seized arms and legs, holding her tight until she was forced to take a deep breath due to lack of oxygen.

"Uuuuummmmmmmmm," she groaned miserably, feeling all of her strength bleeding away and seeing darkness starting to sneak in from the sides. Then as the room began to spin, the leader of the rustlers reached up and yanked her top down, exposing firm, white globes of pure sexual pleasure. "Nnnuuuuuu!"

"Howdy, little filly," the leader said. He cupped her massive mammaries in both hands and tested their weight, before starting to caress and squeeze them. "I'm probably the lowdown polecat you're looking for. I am Rough Rider Randy, leader of the Rough Riders."

Green Spectre made the tiniest of squeaking noises, and her hazel eyes rolled up and her body went completely limp. The Rough Riders laughed.

"I have that affect on womenfolk sometimes," Randy said, laughing as he mauled her huge, silky soft and warm 38DDs. He waved the chloro pad away, and reached behind her to unzip the green leather bustier top. One of the Rough Riders removed the utility belt, while yet another pulled her thong bottoms down mile long legs. "Now lets see house this bucking broncette rides my one-legged pony."

Green Spectre's limp body was laid out before the leader of the Rough Riders, spread-eagle in the deep sawdust covered floor. Four men held the helpless heroine down, one on each arm and leg, while Randy dropped to his knees between her widespread legs. He whipped out his huge cock, took aim and impaled the sexy super heroine in nothing flat.

"Uuuggghhhh!" Green Spectre grunted, eyes popping open.

"Oh, this sweet filly is TIGHT," Randy groaned.

"No….you….can't….uuuggghh…can't…..ooohhh….please don't," Green Spectre grunted and groaned as Randy began pounding his big, thick dick deep into her sweet tight twat. A wave of erotic heat flowed to every corner of her statuesque body, leaving her breathless and sweaty. "Don't you…..oooh, aahhh, under….stand…umm, who I aaammmm?"

A hard trembled surged through her statuesque body as she gasped and groaned, trying desperately to regain control of her surging emotions and raging libido. That sound fucking was messing up her mind as much as the chloroform, and in a worse way for her ultimately. She was a super heroine, after all, and was both blessed and cursed with the Aphrodite gene.

"Oh, we understand exactly who and what you are, Green Harlot," Randy said with a strained voice. "You're our slutty saloon girl for the evening, fit only to be fucked stupid ten times over."

Green Spectre gnawed on her lower lips as her back arched. It felt too good. Too right. Her self control was in tatters, so if she didn't get some help soon she'd be a goner.

"And there just happens to be ten of us, too," the Rough Rider holding her left arm said, leering at her hungrily.

The super sexy super heroine looked around. All of the Rough Riders were gathered around her in a circle. Darkest lust filled their hungry faces as they watched Delta City's beautiful blonde super heroine getting banged. And waited their turn to ride her. The sight of them, and realization of what it meant to her and her body, pushed the vanquished vixen to the very brink of climax. The last vestiges of her self-control and self-esteem was barely able to save her from the terrible orgasm that threatened to sear away her mind and virtue.

"Yeah, I hope you haven't made other plans for the evening, because it is going to be a long, hard night for you and your sweet round ass, Green Whore," Randy said. "We're going to ALL ride you hard, and then put you up wet."

"You want get away with this!" she cried in a rush, and fell over the edge. "Oh! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Yee hai!" Randy cried joyously, and released his big wad deep into her body. "Take that, super whore!"

Rough Rider Randy pulled out and struggled to his feet, grinning evilly down at his sexy prize. Green Spectre lay before him spread-eagle, gasping wide-eyed at what he'd done to her. Her belly was quivering and sweat covered her luscious body. Then he motioned and she was dragged up to her knees before him.

"Lick me clean, Green Tramp," Randy commanded.

Green Spectre locked her beautiful hazel eyes with his unmerciful brown eyes, and swallowed hard. Dropping her eyes, she licked her lips and reached up to take that big cock in her right hand. Wrapping her black gloved hand around it, she gave it a couple hard strokes, making it rock hard again, then gave the head a hard lick.

"Uuuggh," she groaned, loving the taste. She had always loved the taste of cock, especially when covered with cum and her own love juices. In her super model days, Axanna was known for her love of and talent for giving head and blowjobs. With her left hand fondling Randy's balls, she started licking up and down the length of his cock, before finally wrapping full red lips around the head, and sliding down it until her nose was pressed into his rancid, bushy pubic patch. "Mmmmmmmm."

"Look at her go!" one of the others said.

"I think she's enjoying it more than Randy."

"Wanna bet," Randy said with a strained voice. "Oh, God, she is good."

As she sucked, one of the Rough Riders dropped down behind her and unzipped. The sound of that zipper sent a tremor up her spine as she bobbed her head up and down Randy's thick cock. A second later big, callused hands seized her hips and she felt another thick cock push up to her still aching, quivering pussy. He thrust hard and impaled the sexy super siren.

"Hhhuuummmmggghhh," she said, around Randy's cock. He pumped her hard and long for a few minutes, then reached up and grabbed her bouncing tits with both hands. "Mmmmmm."

The longer and harder he fucked her, the more enthusiastically she sucked Randy's cock, until the leader of the Rough Riders couldn't take anymore. Suddenly, Green Spectre's cheeks ballooned out as her mouth was flooded with Randy's hot cum. All that hot cum and hot dick action from behind pushed the sexy super heroine over the top yet again.

"Uuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhh! Mmmm. Uuummggh," she moaned and groaned as she sucked him dry, then began to lick him clean again. "Oooohhh, Goddess, save me. I'm almost tamed."

"You hear that boys!" Randy called. "Now get in her and put paid on this sweet filly!" He stepped back, pulling his cock from her mouth and hands. "Next!"

"Cowboy UP!" another Rough Rider called happily as he stepped before the statuesque beauty and whipped it out. "Eat me, Green Whore. And make it pretty."

That made the others laugh. Green Spectre didn't think it was particularly funny. Why must they continue to insult her highly respected heroine name? They had won. She lost. They were proving their superiority, their dominance of her. But she didn't hesitate. Her body and libido needed what they needed, and she was helpless to resist those terrible, dark needs.

"Mmmm," Green Spectre groaned wantonly as she took his entire cock into her mouth, then began to bob her head up and down it.

As the gorgeous girl sucked his friend with amazing talent, the cowboy fucking her doggie style suddenly pulled out, raised his cock a few inches, and impaled her up her poop chute with a vicious thrust she was unprepared for.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! Oh Goddess! You're killing me," she cried, horrified that sexual taboo was violated. They all laughed as he started pumping her butt with relish. Within a minute the pain subsided and began to feel great. She returned to sucking the other man. "Uuummmmm."

The Rough Riders spent the next five hours passing the helpless heroine around amongst themselves. She was fucked ten times over in every orifice of her body, and even titty fucked which left her panting and slathered in cooling cum at the end of that long gang bang.

When they were finished, they bound Green Spectre's wrists together before her body, then bound her knees and ankles together. She was moved the exact center of the barn and forced to lay flat on her belly, arms extended over her head on the ground. Then they pulled down a rope going through a pulley from the high ceiling. One end of the rope was tied to her wrists. The rope was pulled until her arms and upper body was pulled up, her titanic tits just barely touching the sawdust floor. Then her ankles were pulled up high, forcing her shapely body into a backwards bow, and tied off.

"Uuugghh, bastards," she groaned. "You can't leave me like this."

"Of course we can," Randy said, nudging her tits with his booted foot and enjoying the way they jostled and quivered. "This of this as a gift, a REWARD if you will, for the police who come to untie you."

"Gift? Reward? For what?"

"For all the abuse and humiliation you cause them by your highly publicized exploits, than make them look like bumbling fools," Randy said. "Just think how much they will enjoy seeing you defeated, humiliated and tied up naked in this kinky fashion. It'll make their day, I assure you."

"Bastard," she growled. He was right. The police, and especially Chief McKenzie, would love this. "Know this, Rough Rider Randy, I will hunt you down like the dirty dog you are. Justice will be served."

The Rough Riders herded the stolen horses out then, all in incredibly high spirits after debauching and thoroughly fucking a highly respected super heroine half the night. The lights were turned off and the hapless heroine was left alone in the dark, in a most uncomfortable position. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you see it, stables open early. So at five o'clock the next morning the first stable hands arrived and found the sexy super heroine. But instead of untying her as she constantly requested, they called the police and waited. A couple of them covertly took pictures of her predicament also.

"Jesus Christ, Green Spectre!" Commissioner Borden cried. "You let them steal the rest of the rodeo horses!"

Green Spectre was standing before him in nothing but boots, mask, choker and gloves. The rest of her super heroine costume was missing. The Rough Riders didn't take it. She'd seen it next to the wall when they left. One of the stablehands stole her clothes as some sort of sick trophy. None of them would admit it, though. And worse, the police had no interest in finding her clothes, or even providing her something to cover her nakedness with. It really steamed her how much they were enjoying themselves.

Even the police didn't untie the sexy super heroine until they called in backup and supervisors. Chief McKenzie arrived before the crime scene investigators, and she wasn't untied until AFTER the CSI team took hundreds of pictures and confirmed she was covered in cum and thoroughly fucked.

"I didn't exactly LET them steal the horses, Commissioner," she said, hazel eyes narrowed. "I suffered my FIRST defeat last night. It will not happen again."

"And what a spectacular defeat, too," Chief McKenzie said from just behind the Commissioner. There was an evil glint of pure pleasure in his eyes. "Win you win, you win spectacularly. But when you lose, Green Spectre, you lose just as spectacularly."

"You are too kind, Chief," she growled. "Shouldn't you be looking for my clothes?"

"Why? I like you -- "

"Chief!" Commissioner Borden said. "Sorry, Green Spectre."

He wasn't too sorry. The commissioner still hadn't ordered the chief to find her clothes, and just waved away any suggestion he do so. He was also having an extremely hard time keeping his eyes off her naked body, especially her 38DDs. With all the attention she was getting, Green Spectre's sensitive nipples had risen and turned rock hard.

"Fear not, Commissioner, I vow to return all the stolen horses by tomorrow morning," Green Spectre said. They wouldn't be available for the opening ceremonies that evening, but the rodeo didn't begin until noon the next day.

Green Spectre was forced to remain in the stables, naked, to give her statements over and over to different detectives for over three hours. She returned to her car, got in and drove away. Normally, she'd have at least one spare costume in the trunk, but not that day. The other costumes were all waiting to be cleaned back home. She vowed to clean them all and return the spare to her trunk as soon as she got home, and before getting any sleep.

As she drove home, the vivacious vigilante used her cell phone to call work and tell them she was staying home sick. As boss she didn't have to explain anything, but if they didn’t think she was sick in bed they would pester her all day with phone calls for decisions.

Snapping the phone closed, she narrowed her beautiful hazel eyes and growled, "You can run, Rough Rider Randy, but you cannot hide from Green Spectre! You will suffer my wrath, this I swear!"

# # #

"How stupid are those testosterone hindered morons," Green Spectre said. She eyed the picturesque farm from a nearby hilltop. "How come the police couldn't find these yahoos? I found them in less than four hours."

Leaving her very distinctive dark green and black car on the side of the road, the scantily clad super vigilante headed cross-country. She easily slipped through the thick woods surrounding the farmstead, moving cautiously. The great super heroine wouldn't be foolish enough to trip a secret alarm left out in the surround woods. And as suspected, she spotted several trip wires and motion detectors well hidden in the trees and brush, all easily avoided by the shapely woman.

Reaching the farm itself, she paused to study it intently. She'd decided lack of proper caution was the cause of her earlier defeat. Green Spectre wouldn't make that mistake again. This time, she'd do it by the book. No mistakes.

After fifteen minutes she smiled and headed for the barn. It was large for a barn. Vast and square, big enough to be a riding barn, in fact. The barn was painted bright white and it almost shone in the late afternoon sun. She believed most, if not all, of the Rough Riders were in the farm house. The sexy super heroine had seen five of them go from the barn to the house, with no one heading the other direction. It was getting close to dinner time, after all.

"I'll locate the stolen horses, and then go round up the vile malefactors that stole them," she muttered, easing the big barn door open on squealing hinges. Peeking inside, she didn't spot anyone, but there were dozens of horses tied to the wall across the barn. She smiled smugly and slipped inside, before easing the door closed. "I'll bet those are the stolen horses."

Green Spectre headed straight across the barn. She was already going over in her head what she'd say to the press once she round up the rustlers and called the police out. She especially wanted to see Chief McKenzie's expression when she did what he and his department couldn't.

When she was halfway across the vast riding barn, men started entering the barn all around the sides, all leading saddled horses. The sexy super heroine stopped and looked around. She didn't like the looks of that, and especially didn't like how calm and confident the villains were being. They were all members of the Rough Riders, including Randy.

"Looks like this fat titted filly is back for more sex and humiliation, boys," Randy said, swinging up into the saddle.

"Rough Rider Randy, I command you to surrender to me. You cannot escape my wrath," Green Spectre called. "You and your boys cannot escape justice."

"I disagree," Randy said, nudging his horse towards her as he shook out his lasso. "I've been rustling for twenty years without ever being caught. Why should today be different?"

"I'm a super heroine!"

"I took you down last night."

"Using deception and my good nature," she growled, recalling the humiliation of being "released" by the police later. They would pay dearly for that outrage. "I will not be fooled again."

"You called that fooled? I call that great pictures on the internet and TV," Randy said, laughing. "You were all over the TV news, national and international, too. And really all over the internet porn and bondage sites. Gotta love those camera phones, you know?"

The statuesque super heroine felt her face heating up. Both the stablehands and the police rank and file were using camera phones to take pictures. Then the CSI team really took a lot of close up pictures, and some of those ended up on the internet. She was furious and humiliated, and her angry call to Chief McKenzie just an hour back didn't go well.

"For all of those pictures you…will…," Green Spectre said, then noticed all ten members of the Rough Riders were ahorse in the barn, all starting to circle her like the Indians circling the wagon train in those old westerns. "…pay dearly."

The Rough Riders were slowly growing closer, and they all had lassos. The vivacious vigilante was fast and strong, but she didn’t have super strength. She couldn't break free of ropes like Ms Americana or Got Gal might. So she kept a wary eye on their slow approach as she mentally inventoried the contents of her utility belt.

Suddenly, Green Spectre pulled out a pair of specially explosive devices. She pulled the pins and tossed them in the midst of the circling cowboys. The two explosions were loud and violent, but without any shrapnel to hurl ultimately harmless. But it terrified the horses and they all started bucking. She rushed over to Randy's mount and yanked him out of the saddle.

Randy hit the sawdust covered ground and rolled away from her. He proved faster in his cowboy boots than the hapless heroine in her stiletto boots. Besides, she was distracted when three rustlers tried to lasso her at the same time. She just barely ducked in time and avoided capture. The other rustlers were gaining control of their mounts again and eyeing her murderously. Meanwhile, Randy ran around her in a large loop and went to his horse. Instead of mounting up, though, he just removed a short pole-like device.

"A cattle prod?" she said, one eyebrow raised haughtily.

"Yep, I want to zap one of them fat utters real good like," Randy said, smirking.

Green Spectre's attention focused on that wicked pain inflicting device. A prod to the breasts would HURT. It might even be enough to incapacitate a super heroine, like her.

"If you use that on me, I'll beat you within an inch of your life, miscreant," Green Spectre growled. She covertly removed a smoke grenade from her utility belt. She was out of the flash bangs, but this device made a bright eye-searing flash and them a small cloud of smoke. Enough to surprise and stop Randy long enough for her to take him down. She raised her arm up and back quickly, smiled smugly, and before she could throw it a rope wrapped around her raised wrist and pulled tight. "Huh? Hey!"

The little grenade like device slipped from her fingers and hit the ground next to her. BAM!

"Uughh!" she cried, staggering back. The rustle pulled the rope around her wrist, almost jerking her off her booted feet. Then Randy charged her with the cattle prod. Her eyes went wide as he thrust that wicked prod at her bare left shoulder. When the prod made contact, the super sexy super heroine felt a jolt rip through her shapely body like she'd never felt before. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Green Spectre fell to her knees, her right arm hyper-extended as that rustler tried to drag her away. Randy stepped in front of her, a looked of wicked glee filling his ugly face, and thrust the prod straight down to her left tit, just above her green leather costume that barely contained her enormous rack. The second it touched her silky smooth and soft titty flesh she threw back her head and screamed.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

He thrust it into her right tit.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Another lasso reached out and captured her left arm. Suddenly, Green Spectre was pulled in two directions. The force of the pulling jerked her to her feet. Randy stepped up close, cupped her chin and kissed her lustily. The dazed and trembling heroine accepted the kiss dully, not really understanding what was happening. Then Randy unzipped her green leather bustier top, tossing it aside, before removing the matching bottoms. He left the utility belt, for effect. Finally, he used his Bowie knife to cut off the panty portion of her fishnet pantyhose, making it look like she was wearing tattered hose instead and exposing her pussy and ass to wicked exploitation.

Randy pressed the prod to one of her erect, perfect pink nipples -- and watched her luscious body jerk and jiggle.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Oh Goddess save me! Please stop! No! Not the other ni -- Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

Randy dropped the cattle prod, then dropped his pants. Moving up close, he grabbed her shapely ass, and lifted the vanquished super vixen up and onto his erect cock. Green Spectre's hazel eyes went wide when she was impaled upon his meaty shaft again.

"Uuughhh," she groaned. "So wrong."

"How can anything that feels so right be wrong?" Randy said, leering at her naked tits. He then leaned down and started kissing and licking her 38DDs with relished as he forced her gorgeous body to bounce up and down upon his invading cock. "Mmmmm, nice tits, doll. Almost as big as Americana's tits, but softer."

"What? You…oh, Goddess, too good…I mean," she stammered, confused by the rising erotic heat in her body and what he was saying and doing. "What do you know of Ms Americana's breasts?"

"You don't know?"

"Know what?"

"She and Flag Twat got wind that me and my boys were gonna steal all the rodeo horses so was waiting in ambush for us. It was a close thing, but we got the upper hand and took Ms Ameri-whore and her sidefuck prisoner. That's why we only had time to rustle the star bronco that first night."

"Oh," Green Spectre grunted, her body quivering and quaking, at the brink of climax but restrained from glorious release by the last vestiges of her self control and will power. "Vile miscreants, what did you do with the Queen of Justice and her faithful sidekick?"

"Well, after we all FUCKED her stupid ten times over, then did the same to Cock Toy Girl, we unmasked them," he said. "Did you know Ms Americana is billionaire Brenda Wade? Well, you can guess how much we got selling her and Bimbo Girl to white slavers. Jeeze Louise! Big bucks! I don't know what happened to her after the white slavers took them two fine fillies away."

"You monsters! How could you so callously destroy such wonderful, giving women? They were super heroines!" she cried, horrified. Then another rustler moved up behind her, his hard cock pushing up between her silky butt cheeks. A second later he found her sphincter, and rammed it inside. "Uuuuuuugggggghhhhh! Oh, Goddess. I'm…can't….stop…from cumming….aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

Her back arched and her head rolled back as the two rustlers pounded her pussy and ass at the same time. It was too much for any woman to endure, even a super woman, even a super heroine. Green Spectre was reduced to making small animal sounds as the two men sated their dark lusts upon her sweet body.

Within minutes she was having one orgasm after another. The cocks and climaxes were too much for poor Green Spectre. She understood, and it frightened her terribly, that they were on the verge of turning her into a ravenous, sex machine. Then both men came at the same time, flooding her body with cum. The climax that ensured seared away the last of her self control, seared away all that remained of the proud heroine.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, Goddess, I am TAMED!"

"Wahoo! Did you hear that, boys! Green Spectre is officially BROKEN and TAMED," Randy cried. "Heck, this skanky filly broke even faster than Flag Twat did -- and what a wanton whore that little blonde proved to be, too."

The Rough Riders all took their turns on Green Spectre's ass and cunt. And she gladly took them all on, anyway they wanted her. But while the men were fucking her two and three at a time, Randy got a phone call that angered and worried him. So the ones not fucking her hurried around and loaded up all the stolen horses.

Finally, after five hours of nonstop fucking, Green Spectre was hogtied and placed upon a small table in the center of the riding barn. The hapless heroine was secured tightly to the table, so she couldn't wiggle off. Then two strange devices were dragged up and placed in front of and behind the bound super babe. Two big one gallon glass jugs were added to the devices, filled with a milky fluid. Then she saw the name -- HORSE SPERM.

Long arms with dildos on the ends were attached to the devices. One was rammed up her cunt, the other forced deep into her mouth so far her gag reflex was stimulated, but she couldn't really gag with it in there. After a few minutes she got used to the thick dildo partially down her throat.

"You're probably wondering what is going on here," Randy said. He started placing sensors all over her shapely body. The sensor wires ran back to the evil sex devices.

"Mmmmm," she said.

"Well, my informant at the police headquarters called to say they were suspicious of this farm. Right now they are in court trying to get a search warrant," he said. "We don't have much time. We were going to sell you like we did Ms Americana, but that takes time and trouble. Instead, we've decided to utterly destroy you in a more insidious manner."

Green Spectre's hazel eyes widened. Destroy? Utterly?

"Yep, I just alerted the press and paparazzi that someone important, someone of interest was doing something really wicked and naughty and disgusting in this barn," Randy said, smirking. "Soon photographers will swarm into this here barn, and behold Green Spectre -- UNMASKED -- and sucking down horse sperm."

"Uuuggghhh! Mmmm!" she cried, desperate and frightened. This couldn't be happening to HER. She was a good girl, and a better super heroine. This wasn’t how it was supposed to all end. "Mmmmuuggghhhh!"

Randy leered at her, held up a remote control and pushed two buttons, saying, "Let's see how my little invention works."

The devices began to pump the well lubricated, ten inching dildos in and out of her pussy and mouth. He pushed another button, and the dildo reaming out her pussy came alive -- vibrating at ninety miles an hour. That insidious liquid heat flooded her shapely body, pushing her to the brink of orgasm. Green Spectre groaned and fought the need to release, as she stared in horror at the gallon jug of horse sperm. Two gallons counting the one behind her.

The helpless super heroine held off that disgusting fate for a good five minutes, then lost it. Her climax was hard and wonderful at the same time, and a second later a mouthful of cold horse cum filled her mouth.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" and as she climaxed, Randy ripped off her mask.

"Yee-hai! We took down Axanna Morgan, the newspaper publisher, too!" he crowed. "Two of Delta City's most powerful women are slapped down!"

She groaned and bucked, to no avail. Then when she climaxed again, she felt another mouthful spurt in mouth and pussy.

"Mmmmmmmm," she groaned miserably.

Randy and the Rough Riders left laughing at her predicament. Green Spectre, stripped, unmasked and left trapped in a double-dose sex machine struggled vainly as she waited ultimate defeat and humiliation at the hands of her very own peers -- the PRESS.

Less than half an hour after the Rough Riders' departure, the first racing paparazzi showed up. Within seconds flashing cameras were rushing towards her. Within minutes dozens of men and women were in that barn, filming her, filming her unmasked exposed face. The Rough Riders had the courtesy of leaving her costume scattered around her on the ground, to ensure they understood exactly who and what she was.

"Great Scott, Axanna Morgan is Green Spectre!" one cried.

"Does that mean her daughter Summer is Spectre Girl?" another said.

"YES!" several said, and suddenly men were on the phone calling associates.

Green Spectre groaned in misery, knowing her daughter would suffer her same insidious fate. Unfortunately, that meant she lost control and another climax racked her statuesque body. The photographers and news reports gasped when they saw her gulp down horse cum. And it excited them. Humiliated beyond belief, she lost control again and another orgasm erupted, sending more sperm into both ends. Milky cum started leaking out around her full red lips, which were spread around that thick dildo, and it was leaking out of her pussy, too, starting to pool between her spread legs.

It took the police two hours to get there. The press and paparazzi refused to help her, telling her they couldn't interfere with a crime scene in response to her pleading eyes. Two hours for word to go out to all the worse sort of men and women. Two hours for evil men to hunt down and captured her beloved, unsuspecting eighteen year old college coed daughter.

Chief McKenzie led the police into the barn. Finally. He looked so pleased, so smug, so utterly vindicated she wanted to scream. They were on the same side! But super heroines had bruised his fragile ego and pride too often. He was enjoying her downfall, which was incredibly public, way too much.

But, like at the stables, they refused to release her until after the CSI team arrived and did their job. That took another two hours. Then, strangely enough, Green Spectre wasn't released until just after all of the horse sperm was drained out of both jugs, and into her.

Once she was untied, Green Spectre stood up on wobbly knees, and the sperm up her pussy gushed out and down her long, shapely legs. Lots of flashes as the paparazzi enjoyed that money shot. Then, she collected her costume with what little dignity she had left and headed for the bathroom. Once she had some privacy, she tried to call Summer's cell, but no answer. It took thirty minutes to clean up. She tossed the remnants of her pantyhose. And soon she was back in her car and heading home.

Ring!

"Hello? Summer?" Green Spectre said, answering her cell quickly.

"Not exactly," a familiar voice said, full of smug victory.

"King Pimp! Why are you calling me?"

"I've been watching the news. Very funny…AXANNA," he said, and laughed. "I jumped right on that, and my people found Summer before anyone else. Wanna talk to her?"

"You monster! Yes!"

"Momma?"

"Summer, are you all right? Did they hurt you?"

"I'm sorry momma, but I was weak and frightened," Summer whispered. "King Pimp has already tamed me. I-I've….I've been…WORKING for him about two hours now."

"You're a whore?"
"Yes. I'm sorry."

King Pimp came back on the line, "So, I have your daughter. I can be good to her, or very bad. Understand?"

Green Spectre pulled over, shaking too much to continue driving. She could barely breathe.

"I understand," she whispered. "What do you want? I have money."

"I know. I want it all, too," he said, and laughed. "Come on over, Axanna, and join Spectre Summer Girl in the Palace. I want it all -- your daughter, your wealth and YOU."

"You moral less monster. You are destroying something beautiful and unique, something very special in the world," she said, voice choking.

"How long before you get here?"

Green Spectre licked full red lips and sighed, heart racing and throat tight.

"I'm in the country, bastard. It'll take at least thirty minutes."

"I'll be waiting," King Pimp said. "And I'll be butt fucking your daughter the whole time I am waiting, so I suggest you move with a sense of urgency."

Click.

Sighing again, with her pussy tingling, the hapless heroine pulled back on the road and floored it. She knew King Pimp would just remove his monster cock from her daughter's ass to hers, but that was only right. It was her bungling, her weakness that put them at his mercy. She should be the one to pay the price.

Green Spectre reached Sugar Town and the legendary brother called The Palace in less than twenty minutes. She got out of her car with the engine running. Why worry about it being stolen? She'd never drive it again. Green Spectre was about to hand herself over to the city's top pimp, on a silver platter.

Upon entry, stern looking bouncers pointed to a set of double doors. Those doors were closed. She walked up to them and flung them open wide. King Pimp was sitting on a golden throne across the room, upon a raised dais. The room was full of pimps and pushers and other Sugar Town sleaze, all their to watch her final fall into debauchery and sexual slavery.

Summer was there, wearing a black slave collar, red stiletto sandals and nipple clamps. Nothing else. King Pimp's foot long cock was thrust up her ass, as she faced the room and bounced up and down. The gorgeous blonde teen was in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Making tiny animal noises, her perky tits bouncing madly, she gave her master everything he wanted as her enemies watched raptly.

"King Pimp, let my daughter go. It's me you want," Green Spectre called, striding into the room. She noticed TV cameras all around the room. This was all being recorded, if not fed live on the internet. The Palace had a very popular and profitable porn site, on which at least a dozen super heroines' capture videos had been played, some live. There was rumored to be a "super heroine" floor in that giant brothel. As she strode toward the king of Delta City pimps, she felt all eyes on her, on her jostling 38DDs, listening to the clacking of her stiletto boots in the silence. "We all know it is ME you really want to fuck stupid. It's ME you want to TAME in front of everyone."

"So true," he said, pushing Summer off. Before mother and daughter could embrace and comfort each other, a junior pimp grabbed Summer's wrist and dragged her over to a scary looking man holding up a wad of bills. The pimp took the money, and Summer sighed and straddled his lap. "Mount up, Green Cock Candy."

"I am yours, King Pimp. I am captured and helpless. You know it. I know it. EVERYONE knows it," she said, dropping to her knees before him, between his wide spread knees. She took his cock in hand and gave it a tentative lick. She could taste his cum on it. "Please be merciful to me and my daughter. We will serve you well and make you a lot of money if you do. This Green Spectre swears on her honor as a super heroine."

"Agreed," he said, grinning lecherously. "Now suck it like you love it."

And she did. Green Spectre sucked King Pimp until he came three times in her mouth, then she stood up, dropped her costume bottoms and sat on his lap, facing the viewing public. The huge pimp guided his monster cock up her ass and she began to bounce up and down, sliding up and down that impossibly long, thick shaft. The cameras catching every move, every second as it broadcast her debauching live on the Palace's pay site. It wouldn't be her last porn video.

Green Spectre was so aroused she climaxed less than a minute after mounting his cock, especially since she wasn’t fighting the orgasms any more. The more the merrier. As a sex slave, she figured she deserved some small measure of pleasure. The first time she climaxed King Pimp pulled off her green leather bustier, releasing her 38DDs to the world. Then she rode him for another forty minutes, climaxing over and over, each one bigger and greater than the last, until the granddaddy of all climaxed smashed into her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I am TAMED! Oh, Goddess, he as tamed me!" she cried, and he reached up and removed her mask. Her face exposed to her enemies and the world, again, she gasped and climaxed again. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Who are you?" he said.

"I am Green Spectre!"

"Who are you, really?"

"Axanna Morgan! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"What are you?" he asked.

"A slave! A miserable, skanky sex slave!" she cried. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieee! I am YOUR slave, master."

With that admission, King Pimp pushed her off his long, black cock. She stumbled down the four steps to the main floor and fell to her hands and knees.

"Get to work, Green Slut," he said. "And you had better earn a lot of money."

"Yes, master," she said humbly. She looked up and out at her assembled enemies, seeing their hungry, expectant faces. "Who wants to be first?"

"Your first trick is upstairs in your room and new home," King Pimp said. "My associate will take you up now."

A beautiful blonde hooker in black leather corset and thigh boots took Green Spectre by the hand and led her to the elevators. They went up a few floors, then the doors opened onto a pair of burly bouncers. The sign between them said, "Super Heroine Hell."

"You're on the super heroine floor, of course," the hooker said. "Room twelve. Next to Ms Americana and across from Flag Girl. Both are friends of yours, I believe."

Most of the doors were closed, with the sounds of wild, wanton sex seeping through them. Above the doors were put the name of the super heroine inside, with her secret identity below that, and upon the door was a full sized painting, in exquisite detail, of the above named heroine. She passed doors proclaiming such notables as Puritan, Southern Girl, Ultra Woman, Power Lass, Black Cat and even one proclaiming ESHA. She didn't care to see a super villainess was up with the super heroines, but…

Flag Girl was standing in her doorway, wearing a sexed up version of her old costume -- red thigh boots, red and white stripped skirt not quite covering her shaven pussy and the round cutout of her top expanded to leave both perfect tits exposed. She still had the sexy blonde pigtails brushing her shoulders, but now her mask was missing and her full red lips were very glossy and kissable.

Recognition registered in Flag Girl's blue eyes, then resignation spread across her now grim face.

"No rescue from you, I guess," she muttered.

"No," Green Spectre said.

Ms Americana's door was closed, and she could hear moaning and gasping come from behind it. The legendary Queen of Justice was earning her keep, in the most base manner known.

The door with her name and picture was next to the one with Spectre Girl's name and full sized picture. Both doors were closed. Her daughter was downstairs entertaining the masses. Light was coming from under her closed door, reminding her that her first trick, her first john, await her attention and service.

"He's waiting," Flag Girl said, following her gaze to that scary door. "Ugh, so disgusting. I hate it when he hires me even more than the end of day bouncer gang bang."

"Encouraging," Green Spectre said, grimacing. Worse than a gang bang? Daily gang bang? Yikes. "Guess there's nothing to do but do it."

The statuesque and nearly naked super heroine strode over to her room, flung open the door and stepped inside. The very familiar, naked man sitting on her new queen sized bed brought her up short. She gasped and noted his cock started to rise upon her entrance.

"Chief McKenzie! Not YOU?"

"Ah, finally, I get to enjoy the company of two of the women I hated the most, Axanna Morgan and Green Spectre. At once," he said, standing. "Drop to your knees and kiss it, bitch."

Green Spectre's world rolled and spun. What hope there for any of them if the Chief of Police was on the take? They were all doomed to spend the rest of their youth and beauty in sexual slavery.

"I'm doomed," she whispered, dropping to her knees as the hooker than brought her up closed the door behind her. She took the Chief in hand, and slowly pressed her lips to the head of his dick. "I am yours for the next hour, Chief."

THE END