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Ms Americana, Got Gal, Green Spectre, Flag Girl, Got Chic, Spectre Girl, Lady Midnight, Azure Angel, Champion Girl, Amazing Babe, Jungle Babe, Esha and Milk Man are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.
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KING PIMP'S SUPER THANKSGIVING
By Dark One
Ms Americana stood front and center as the news media took
pictures. Flag Girl stood to her right,
smiling brightly for the cameras. Next
to her were Got Gal, Got Chic, Champion Girl and Amazing Babe. To the Queen of Justice's left stood Lady
Midnight, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl, Jungle Babe and Azure Angel. Delta City's eleven remaining super
heroines. Indeed, the last of Delta
City's "Daring Dozen" some said, after the capture of their twelfth
member. Power Lass's capture the
previous week was the final straw. The
sexy super heroines were coming together to put an end to Sugar Town, and the
evil denizens that inhabited that most vile and unsavory of red light
districts.
"Too many vivacious, virtuous and justice loving super
heroines have been captured and forced into the most depraved forms of
prostitution in Sugar Town," Ms Americana declared. "King Pimp has let the word go out that
he has Power Lass working in The Palace now.
That is unacceptable!" Baby
blues narrowed. "Why haven't the
police gone in? You're guess is as good
as mine, but we the super heroines of Delta City will no longer sit back and
wait for the police."
Power Lass was only the latest of many super heroines to
vanish within the environs of Sugar Town.
Night Raven was captured by Kid Rotten six weeks back, unmasked and
exposed. After working her for a month
as a whore, he sold her overseas on the lucrative white slavery market. A month ago Omega Woman went after King Pimp,
and was never heard from again. They
said she was the newest "star" hooker in The Palace's Super Heroine
Lounge. Two weeks after that, Wild Girl
and Shield had teamed up and gone into Sugar Town looking for Omega Woman,
never to be seen again. Word was Wild
Girl ended up in an African tin horn dictator's private harem, while Shield was
bought by the Abernathy Family, and put to work in one of their many brothels
in Sugar Town.
"We were kept in check at the request of the police,
but since they are proving unable or unwilling to move, we have no choice but
to act," Ms Americana declared.
"Good citizens of Delta City, it is time we took this city back for
good, honest, hard-working people like you.
Sugar Town is on notice as of today!
We vow to clean that cesspit of humanity up by the end of the
year."
The assembled people cheered wildly. All of the super heroines beamed with
pleasure, soaking in the adoration they so longed for and needed. They all knew it was a tall order they'd
accepted, really they imposed it upon themselves. They intended on showing the police up, for
their perceived inaction at the loss of all the other super heroines. No Delta City police officer had EVER rescued
a captured super heroine from a pimp or brothel. Ever.
Ms Americana continued, "Furthermore, we have decided
that the self-proclaimed 'King' of Sugar Town, King Pimp, will go down
first. And to make your Thanksgiving Day
even better, and something to truly be thankful for, we will have King Pimp in
jail before you sit down to eat this Thursday, Thanksgiving Day."
It was Monday. That
gave them just four short days to catch King Pimp and haul him into jail with
the necessary evidence to send him away.
The District Attorney wouldn't hold him, much less prosecute, unless the
super heroines provided irrefutable evidence of crimes committed.
Ms Americana cut a look to her left. Commissioner Borden was there looking quite
displeased, along with the Mayor and Police Chief. Only the DA didn't appear miffed by the super
heroine vow to clean up Sugar Town, because the POLICE couldn't.
"Broadcasting your intentions is not the best idea, Ms
Americana," Commission Borden said.
"King Pimp knows to prepare for you, and he will."
"The best idea, Commissioner, is for King Pimp and his
ilk to hightail it out of Delta City before WE get our hands on him," Ms
Americana declared, baby blues flashing.
"Watch and learn, gentlemen, this is how super heroines take care
of a notorious pimp!"
Ms Americana, in her red, white and blue strapless top and
matching bottoms, led the assembled super heroines down City Hall's wide marble
entry steps and into the crowd. They
strode through the crowd in a double line, cheered all the way to their cars
and motorcycles. They wasted no time
getting in, revving up their engines and roaring away towards Sugar Town.
The sexy super heroines weren't going in blind or
unprepared. They'd already met ahead of
time and made their elaborate plans to invade The Palace and capture the owner,
King Pimp. The Palace was huge, taking
up an entire block with all the additions.
The main section, though, was an old ten story hotel. King Pimp was known to live in a penthouse
apartment atop it. They weren't sure if
he had the top two or three floors though.
Ms Americana and Flag Girl went in the main entrance. Each super heroine or super duo had their own
entry point. They were to check all
rooms as they moved toward the main tower, and up. If all went to plan they would corner him in
his apartment and take him down.
"To the right, Ms A!" Flag Girl cried. She was dressed in her blue, star spangled
top, with the large round cutout over her deep cleavage, red and white striped
micro-mini skirt, red calf boots and blue gloves. Her mask was a plain blue, making her blue
eyes pop. "I think I just saw King
Pimp slip around the corner."
The statuesque super heroine thought fast. She'd studied the blueprints of the vast,
sprawling brothel. That section next to
the tower was square. Theme rooms lined
the four walls, with a hallway that went all the way around. The inside rooms were also theme rooms. Themed as in -- lingerie room, bondage room,
Hawaiian room, naughty stripper room, etc…
Rooms to fulfill ever pervert's fantasy.
"That hallway circles around," Ms Americana
said. She pointed to her left as she
headed after him. "You go that way
and cut him off, and I'll chase him down like the dirty dog he is."
"All right, Ms A!
We're going to catch him in record time!" Flag Girl cried, then
took off running. Ms Americana watched
her running away a second, her firm round hiney swinging and silky blonde
pigtails bouncing. "Miscreants,
beware!"
"Beware indeed!" Ms Americana said,
grinning. It was going much better and
faster than anticipated. The MEN at city
hall would be humiliated and humbled when she hauled King Pimp into jail in
less than an HOUR after proclaiming her intent.
So she took off running, that thought paramount in her mind. "About time a superior woman put them
back in their rightful places."
As she ran down the hall, the sexy super heroine glanced in
all the doors. They were all open, and
the sights within were disturbing. Sexy
young women were lap dancing in almost no lingerie in the lingerie room. In the cheerleader room the pretty young
things were all wearing cheerleader outfits, with no panties and their tits
exposed, doing naughty cheers and having sex at the tables. As she rounded a corner, a door closed. Ms Americana smiled, since the hallway was
empty and he didn't have time to round the next corner.
"You can run, but you can't hide from Ms Americana,"
she said, striding purposely to that door.
Flinging it open, she stepped in and went into her most arrogant super
heroine pose. "Surrender now,
miscreant, Ms Americana is here!"
"About damn time!" a thirtysomething
balding man in a brief leather harness and exposed cock said. "You know how long we've been
waiting? Jeeze, King Pimp will hear
about this unprofessional behavior, mark my words."
"Huh?" she said, looking around to find no sign
of King Pimp. She was in the bondage
room, full of dominatrixes and submissives.
The vigilant vigilante noticed she was surrounded by dominatrixes in
leather -- red, purple, blue and black.
They were coming at her with handcuffs and gags and collars. "No."
"Silence, super slave," the red clad dominatrix
snapped, and slapped a riding crop across her upper thighs. In a flash a red rubber ball gag was pushed
into her mouth and buckled behind her head.
The black and blue clad dominatrixes pulled her wrists back and cuffed
them. And the purple clad dominatrix
buckled a collar around her slender throat and attached a leash. "The evil Dr. Leather has captured you,
and now you must pay for your incompetence!"
Baby blues wide in shock and realization, Ms Americana
struggled with the cuffs. She could not
break them. And worse, she was in the
bondage room of a major brothel, where everyone thought SHE was a common
PROSTITUTE dressed up as Ms Americana.
She was about to fulfill some perv's capture
and fuck fantasy about Ms Americana.
The john, the aforementioned "Dr. Leather," was
the bald man. He moved up close,
smirking evilly. The john had a very
pleased look on his face as he admired her masked and ball gagged face, titanic
tits and shapely body.
"This is the best Ms Americana yet," he
said. He pulled off her strapless top,
releasing her 38Gs to bounce before his awestruck eyes. "Well worth the wait."
'Uuuugghh," she groaned as
he began sucking, stroking, kissing and squeezing her tits in the most
wonderful, erotic way.
She felt her body start to change, start to get ready for
sex. Ms Americana writhed in her bonds,
loving what he was doing and hating it at the same time. She was terrified and aroused. The Aphrodite gene she had gave her the body
to be a super heroine, but it came with a curse. As the name implied, she was very susceptible
to sexual stimulation. And once her
libido was fully aroused, she became a sex starved, wanton whore.
Ms Americana HATED her weakness, so avoided sexual
activities at all costs. Besides, the
golden power belt around her narrow waist was powered by her pent up sexual
frustrations. Her admittedly spectacular
body NEEDED lots and lots of intimate attention. She craved sex, so badly, that every morning
she woke up in tangled, sweaty sheets.
But by denying herself that pleasure she assured Ms Americana was super
strong and fast and America's premier super heroine.
"Mmmmm," she groaned as
tingly butterflies erupted deep in her belly.
Her pussy began to heat up and excrete moisture, natural sexual
lubricants. She was getting very wet
very fast. The tight bondage and ball
gag were just making things worse, because anything that incapacitated her,
that made her feel weak or helpless aroused her libido, made her horny. "Uuuummmmmmmmm."
<Wouldn't King Pimp LOVE to find me down here already
working for him!> she thought dismally.
Two of the dominatrixes started stroking and caressing the silky soft
skin of her shapely rump, making it wonderfully worse for her. Her hypersensitive nipples were rock hard in
Dr. Leather's demanding mouth and hands, and even her tits had begun to swell
and become firmer with her growing excitement.
<If I have to be RESCUED it will be so humiliating!>
Suddenly, her "master" stepped back and picked up
her leash.
"Time to show off my prize," he said, and led her
all around the room. He let everyone
admire her beauty and body. Most took
the time to fondle her. All they were
doing was pushing her closer and closer to climax, and ultimate defeat. Once climaxed, she would be de-powered and
helplessly horny. She would, in truth,
be his sex slave, and that terrifying thought only aroused her more. <My Goddess, I am sooo
fucked!> she thought as he led her over to an empty piece of bondage
furniture, what they called a play station.
"Time to consummate our master and slave relationship, Ms
Americana."
The bondage device was really just a tall stool, with thick
padding on top. Ms Americana's bottoms
were pulled off, and she was bent over backwards atop it. Her red booted ankles were bound tightly high
up the device's legs, and then her wrists were tied to the ankles. She was hogtied backwards atop the device,
with all three of her sexual "holes" at waist level to Dr. Leather.
"I love a nice bikini waxed puss," Dr. Leather
said, fingering said pussy. "Wow,
she is sopping wet! I've never met a
whore that loved her job this much. Well
and wetly met, Ms Americana. You are
proving once again what a natural born WHORE you are."
He started finger fucking her, starting with one finger,
then going to two. The red and purple
clad dominatrixes, both gorgeous brown haired babes, knelt beside her and
started sucking, licking and fondling her huge tits. They were good. Really, really good at their job. Between the two dominatrixes and the john, the
helpless heroine was panting through her nose in less than a minute. A climax was barely being suppressed, and she
groaned low and long with pleasure and stress.
<Must…be….strong,> she thought, feeling her strength
waning, bleeding away faster and faster.
<Flag Girl, where are you?>
Suddenly, she felt her body change.
The butterflies were burned away in the liquid heat of a building
monster climax. It started down the
mountain, unstoppable. <Flag Girl,
save me! Please, before…it…is…TOO
LATE!>
"Uuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhuuummmmm!"
she screamed into the red ball gag. It
was the biggest orgasm the sexy super heroine had ever experienced. All of her pent up sexual frustrations were
wiped away. <I am de-powered!> Dr. Leather chuckled, and lowered his mouth
to her clit. Seconds later, he was
sucking on the engorged clit and flicking it with his tongue. She exploded again. "Nnnnnnnnauuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uuggggggghhhhhhhhhh!"
<I am TAMED!>
Meanwhile, across the building, Flag Girl rounded the first
corner just as Ms Americana entered the bondage room. King Pimp was striding purposely towards
her. Her heart filled with joy and
triumph. They had done it! Ms Americana was a genius.
"Halt, miscreant!" she called, assuming a classic
super heroine pose. "You are under
arrest for pandering, prostitution, solicitation and anything else we can think
of."
"Anyone ever tell you how annoying you can be?"
King Pimp said, coming to a halt just three steps in front of her. He was a huge and intimidating African
American, despite knowing she was stronger and faster thanks to her power belt
and the Aphrodite gene that enabled her to utilize it. He wore an Armani pin stripe suit and lots of
bling. His dark eyes raked her nineteen
year old, shapely body. "But you
are very beautiful. You'll make me a ton
of money."
"What? You
think I would prostitute myself for YOU?" she said, aghast.
"Not for me, huh?
Who do you want to work for?
Kid Rotten? Mistress Tabitha?" he said, and laughed. His voice was very deep, and so was his
laugh. "No, after I tame you,
you'll gladly work for me. I already
have several super heroines working in the Palace, so you'll be among
friends."
"How dare you!" she cried, blue eyes flashing
with fury. She attacked him, quick and
vicious. And not thought out. "I'll beat you to within an inch of your
life!"
King Pimp blocked her punch, and stepped inside her
guard. Her eyes went wide, then he
smashed his forearm into her pretty face.
Flag Girl grunted and fell back.
He knew her power belt gave her greater endurance, so she would take a
greater beating than a normal woman. No
she wasn't invulnerable. She could be
beaten down, and she was only half as strong as her mentor, Ms Americana.
A combination to the beautiful blonde's face, and then to
her belly kept her stumbling back, grunting with each impact. She knew she was in trouble. If he didn't let up she would be beaten down,
defeated. Ms Americana would be so
disappointed in her. She would be the laughing
stock of the city's super heroines. And
she might not shake her sidekick status for years to come.
Flag Girl dropped low.
King Pimp's "final blow" passed over her head. She kicked out, and around, sweeping his feet
away. He rolled right back to his feet,
but she was there, and sent a roundhouse to his head. The huge pimp fell back, grunting in pain. She grinned and moved in for the debilitating
blow, the kick that would take him down for the count. And then she would be the heroine of the moment,
the super heroine to garner all the praise and glory.
"Time to go down, King Pimp," Flag Girl cried,
eyes shining with glee.
"Exactly, YOU go down on my COCK," he said, and
picked up a straight back chair. It was
one of many lining the hallway. She
froze, not seeing that coming. King Pimp
smashed it atop her head. The sexy
sidekick grunted and collapsed to her knees before him. "Good start, super bimbo."
Flag Girl was barely coherent. He understood that instinctively, and he had
studied all of the super heroines to find their weaknesses. King Pimp knew exactly what to do. Leaning over the sexy teenager, he reached
down and unfastened her power belt. She
let out a tiny gasped of fear and surprise.
King Pimp seized Flag Girl's bouncy blonde pigtails and
pulled her up high on her knees, her face at his crotch level. He unzipped, pulled out his ten inch, thick
cock and pressed it to her full, red lips.
Still dazed, she acted instinctively.
Flag Girl parted her lips and let the cock into her mouth. Delta City's top pimp laughed, took hold of
both pigtails again, and pulled her all the way down his thick, black
shaft. And he enjoyed the sight and feel
of it immensely.
As Flag Girl started to slurp and suck on King Pimp's cock,
Ms Americana wasn't that far away. Back
in the bondage room, Dr. Leather pressed his cock to her slippery wet nether
lips just as King Pimp was pressing his cock to Flag Girl's lips. Two hard cocks entered two submissive super
heroines at the same time, just fifty feet apart but unknown to anyone what was
happening.
"Uuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhmmmm,"
Ms Americana cried into the ball gag, climaxing upon penetration. It felt that damned good. Then the red clad dominatrix couldn't stand
it any more, so unzipped her costume so that her shaved pussy was exposed, then
she removed Ms Americana's ball gag, and mounted the sexy super heroine's face. Without thought, the Queen of Justice started
licking and sucking on that sweet pussy.
"Mmmmm.
Uuummmghhh."
King Pimp shot his wad into Flag Girl's mouth at that time. He pulled off her top, then dragged her over
to a supply closet. It was a supply room
full of bondage gear. Inside, he pulled
an electric blue rope off a shelf. He
wrapped the rope three time around the discombobulated sidekicks neck, then
pulled her arms straight up over her head, bent them back at the elbows and
bound the wrists to either side of her neck with the same rope.
"Looking better and better all the time, Flag
Cunt," King Pimp said viciously.
She was pushed against the wall, her skirt pulled down her shapely legs,
and finally he grabbed her firm butt and lifted her off the floor. A second later, Flag Girl, Delta City's most
beloved sidekick, was impaled upon King Pimp's cock. "You don't know how long I've waited to
do that to you."
"Nnnuuuuuuugggghhh,"
she groaned.
Cock in cunt had a reviving effect on Flag Girl. The last cobwebs in her head were swept
away. Her back arched as liquid heat
infused her shapely teenage body. Big
blue eyes wide with disbelief, she gawked open-mouthed at her capture and most
hated enemy as he started ramming his monster cock in and out of her most
sacred and intimate feminine organ.
"Not right!" Flag Girl gasped. She licked full red lips, just starting to
pant, and tasted his cum, and remembered what she just did. "Eewww! Oohhh, this
shouldn't feel so…..ooohhh."
He kissed her. She
didn't respond at first, but after he lifted one hand up to fondle her firm,
young tits, and pounded her pussy with his long, thick dick, her eyes crossed
and she began panting and gasped, and finally making little helpless animals
noises.
"Ms Americana, forgive me," she moaned. She was still fighting the climax that
threatened to de-power and enslave her body and soul, but it was becoming
harder to remember why she should.
"I am weak. Too weak to
resist."
"Surrender to me, Flag Girl, and I will treat you
good," King Pimp promised. "I
will make you one of my top girls, and men will flock to your bed." He kissed her hard, demanding. "It can be like this, feel this good,
every day, all day."
"Oh, so good," she groaned. Flag Girl gave up the fight. "I am yours, King Pimp, be gentle. I was a virgin before coming here
tonight."
He kissed her again, their tongues meeting and teasing each
other. Flag Girl climaxed seconds later.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I am tamed!"
After that, he flipped her around, pressing her face first
into the wall, and mounted her butt. He
pulled three more climaxes off her spectacular body before he finally came
inside her. Then he pulled a cell phone
and called his staff.
"Clean up outside of the Fem on Fem bondage
room," he said. "I need a pair
of girls to escort Flag Girl to the Super Heroine Lounge."
Moments later two redheads in shiny latex French Maid
costumes arrived to take custody of the sexy debauched, defeated and de-powered
sidekick. They took her and her costume
away, but informed King Pimp that at least four other super heroines were
inside the Palace. None of them knew
that Ms Americana was just as helpless as her sidekick, just around the corner
in the bondage room, being fucked up the ass by Dr. Leather while another john
got a blow job from her and two sexy dominatrixes did incredible wonderful
things to her 38Gs.
"Security, King Pimp here, what is the
situation?" he said, calling on his cell.
"Numerous super heroines rampaging through the halls,
chasing away patrons," his security chief said. "Biggest problem is Got Gal and Got Chic
are up in your penthouse, tearing everything up."
"I'm on my way," he said.
Meanwhile, on the tenth floor above, Got Gal frowned. She stood before five burly bouncers, all
dressed in dark gray suits. She crossed
her arms beneath her 38Gs and shook her head woefully. She stood in the middle of the room, under
one of many massive chandeliers. Every
room seemed to have one. And lots and
lots of gold-plated EVERYTHING.
"You boys are making a seriously big mistake,"
the ultra glamorous Got Gal said.
She pursed her full, firm lips and shook her long, golden
blonde hair out of her face. Her perfect
hair was now tousled from fighting King Pimp's seemingly endless stream of brainless
bouncers. There was a sheen of sweat
between her titanic tits, all nice and snug in her white bikini top with gold
trim. The all important Got Gem was
clipped between those monster melons, glowing brightly in the bright light of
King Pimp's living room. She took a step
towards them, taking the time to reach down and tug up on her skimpy, white
thong with gold trim. She was a little
miffed, since her silky white cape had been ripped off, and one of the goons
had bled on her white strappy shoes.
Got Chic was one level below her, fighting more goons. Or she was supposed to be. Got Chic was guarding the entrance, giving
Got Gal time to find and subdue King Pimp.
Since goons were now up with her, she could only assume Got Chic had
fallen and was their captive.
Got Gal was only too familiar with what that meant for a
sexy super heroine.
Since she now knew King Pimp was not in his penthouse, Got
Gal needed to rescue her sexy sidekick and head back down to meet up with the
other super heroines. The thought that
King Pimp slipped through their fingers sickened her, but it happened
sometimes. They would still get
him. Another time.
"If you little boys really want a fight, I'm the girl
to give it to you properly," she said, tugging on her while silk opera
gloves, with gold trim at the top and a pair of gold bangles around each
slender wrist. She noticed spots of
blood on her right glove's knuckles and frowned. She'd have to buy a new pair now. She went through so many gloves she was
considering switching to latex. Latex
didn't stain. "Who is going to be first?"
Being filthy criminals, they cheated and all rushed her as
one.
Got Gal leapt over them effortlessly. She had the power of flight, thanks to her
Got Gem. She spun around and kicked the
middle goon in the nuts, then grabbed the closest bouncer on her left and threw
him across the vast room. Then next
bouncer connected with a powerful blow to the left cheek, spinning her around.
"Got her!" he cried, moving in to finish her off.
Got Gal spun back, and slammed the back of her heel into
the side of his head. Then she kicked
straight up and sent him flying backwards.
The last two bouncers charged her from different sides, so she grinned
and flew straight up. Looking down as
she streaked up at the last possible second, she smiled as she waited for the
two goons to smash into each other.
Instead, she crashed into the massive chandelier above her.
"Oooff," she grunted,
crystal raining all around her. Then the
chain supporting the chandelier snapped, and it all came down upon her,
slamming the sexy super heroine head first into the hard marble floor below. "Uughh."
"Damn, the stupid bimbo took herself out," one
goon said as she forced herself to hands and knees, head spinning.
"Yeah, just like her stupid sidekick did down
stairs," the other said.
"I think Got Chic flying straight back into a wall was
dumber," he said.
"Yeah, maybe so," the other conceded, both
laughing.
Each man grabbed an arm and pulled the sandy blonde beauty
to her stiletto heeled feet. She snarled
and looked left, then right.
"Fools!" she sneered. "Super heroines aren't so easily
defeated."
A third goon stepped up before her, surprising the sexy
super heroine. He immediately ripped off
her bikini top, taking the all important Got Emerald with it. Got Gal gasped as she felt her super strength
and powers leave her body in a cold rush.
"Great Goddess of Got!
I've been de-powered!"
"Great Goddess of Got, you're about to get
FUCKED!" the goon said, and they all laughed.
Got Gal's bikini bottoms were ripped off of her shapely
body. She was forced to bend over until
her face was just inches from the crotch of the man that de-powered her. He unzipped, pulled out a large cock, and
sank his fingers deep into her silky blonde tresses. A second later Got Gal's face was impaled
upon his rod.
"Mmmmmm! Uuggghhhhhhmmm!"
she cried, struggling helplessly. Then a
fourth bouncer joined them, coming up behind the vivacious vigilante. She heard him unzip, then felt his cock
pressing against her shamefully wet nether lips. Then he thrust hard, and impaled her from
behind. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuggggghhhh."
Got Gal moaned and groaned wantonly. The men laughed at her, taunted her and
continued to fuck her furiously. She
found herself sucking her assailant's cock with the same gusto he was fucking
her face with, and couldn't stop herself.
The Aphrodite curse had hold of her, and she knew it. Her insides were burning with need and
pleasure, sucking the air from her lungs and the strength of will from her
soul. Her big blue eyes crossed and Got
Gal surrendered to the inevitable.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
she screamed her climax around that pumping cock. "Ugh!
Ugh! Uuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhmmm!"
The goon came in her mouth, ballooning her cheeks and
sending another climax ravaging her body and soul. Her back arched and she threw back her head
to scream, all that creamy cum flooding out of her mouth, down her chin and neck,
to drip off her bouncing tits.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee! Oh Goddess of Got, I've been TAMED!"
Ten stories below, Ms Americana was on all fours, licking
the stiletto pump of another hooker while a dominatrix strap-on fucked her up
the ass. The climaxes were coming fast
and furious. She no longer even realized
who or what or where she was. They had
turned her into a sex hungry fuck machine.
She took on all comers, male or female, and the more the better.
"The alarm!" the dominatrix in black cried. "Everyone, we're being raided! Get out!"
Ms Americana found herself on all fours, cum dribbling down
her inner thighs, dressed in only her boots, gloves, power belt, choker and
mask. The rest of her costume had
vanished. Including her tiara, which the
black clad dominatrix was wearing when she ran away. She struggled to her feet, wobbly after so
long tied up and then on all fours.
Finding a black leather trailduster, she put
it on over her nudity and left. As she
went, Ms Americana removed her mask and stuffed it inside the trailduster. She
didn't think she would rate a second look like that, but with a mask on they
might realize who and what she was, and she was in no position to put up any
kind of fight.
Five minutes later, Ms Americana was in her car staring
with dread at The Palace, the place of her worst humiliation. People were flooding out. She spotted Lady Midnight and Azure Angel
striding out, angry and frustrated. They
knew it was over for the night. King
Pimp escaped. They left. Then Champion Girl was seen high above,
flying away. Moments later she saw
Jungle Babe drive by with Amazing Babe riding with her. Both were topless and looked tousled and
shocked, so they didn’t fare any better than her. Last to leave were Green Spectre and Spectre
Girl.
Flag Girl did not come out.
Ms Americana waited for an hour, but her sexy sidekick did not
return. She understood Flag Girl
couldn't leave. King Pimp had her, and
had probably removed her from the premises.
Insult on top of humiliation, Ms Americana had LOST her sidekick.
#
# #
Ms Americana glared at the hated edifice of depravity and
decadence. The Palace's existence had
always irked her, but now she knew it as the place of her ultimate
humiliation. And worse, Flag Girl was
captured and inside working as a prostitute, something King Pimp and all of
Sugar Town reveled in.
"You want be laughing after tonight," Ms
Americana said, baby blues narrowed as she stood there in a classic super
heroine pose. King Pimp had posted
pictures of Flag Girl, Got Gal and Got Chic working in the Palace, rubbing the
remaining super heroines' noses in their failure to fulfill their vow to
capture him and close down the Palace.
Strangely enough, he hadn’t posted pictures of them unmasked, but she
couldn’t imagine him not taking a peek.
"Are you ready?"
Lady Midnight stood next to the Queen of Justice, decked
out in her famous purple mask, bikini costume and thigh boots. She was a gorgeous African American with a
spectacular body that screamed Aphrodite gene down every square inch.
"Ready, willing and able, Ms Americana," Lady
Midnight said. "Jungle Babe and
Champion Girl are atop that vile brothel, ready to go."
Ms Americana looked up to see the other two super heroines
working with her that night. The two
blonde beauties got up there thanks to Champion Girl's ability to fly. She just carried Jungle Babe up. Jungle Babe was an experienced super heroine,
though possessed no super powers. Like
Lady Midnight, she relied on superior cunning, fighting techniques and
experience to defeat her foes. Despite
no super powers, both women were extremely successful in all of their crime
fighting endeavors. While Champion Girl
was the newest, though not the youngest of all of Delta City's super
heroines. That blonde bombshell of
justice did have super powers, like strength, limited invulnerability and
flight, but she was painfully inexperienced.
"Let's go," Ms Americana said.
"Operation Take Down is a go," Lady Midnight said
into a small radio.
"Roger," Jungle Babe said, her voice tinny in the
tiny radio. "We have the go, and
are going in now. Radio silence
initiated."
Lady Midnight powered off her radio and put it back into
her utility belt.
"Let's crush them!" Ms Americana snarled, and
took off running.
"Yes!" Lady Midnight cried, running shoulder to
shoulder with her.
They had a classic two prong attack. But each team had a very different
objective. Ms Americana and Lady
Midnight were looking for the legendary Super Heroine Lounge, to free all of
the captured super heroines. While
Jungle Babe and Champion Girl were looking to capture King Pimp himself.
The super sexy super duo hit the front door with a
crash. Both double doors slammed open
when they kicked them. They charged
through, scattering johns and whores.
Men cursed and women screamed.
They wanted to catch a junior pimp, or a bouncer, and force the location
of the Super Heroine Lounge out of him.
A dozen such men attacked them immediately.
"We're in luck," Ms Americana said, baby blues
alight with wicked delight. "King
Pimp provided us with guides."
"Yeah, we just have to choose one," Lady Midnight
said.
The men were big and burly, like all of King Pimp's
bouncers. They were also experienced,
vicious and merciless fighters. But they
were no match for a pair of bona fide super heroines. Ms Americana and Lady Midnight spent five
very enjoyable minutes tossing them around, until there was only one left
standing. He was barely standing.
"Where is King Pimp's Super Heroine Lounge?" Ms
Americana demanded.
"Eat me, Ms A-hole," he said, grinning.
"That's no way to speak to a lady," Lady Midnight
said, reached down and unzipped him. His
eyes went wide as she scooped his cock and balls out. She seized them close to the body, and pulled
as she removed a switchblade knife from her utility belt. She placed the razor edge of that wicked
blade just below his manhood, ready to slice it off in one stroke. "Now, miscreant, do you want to GIVE us
the location of the Super Heroine Lounge, or do you want to GIVE us your cock
and balls? We're leaving with one or the
other."
"You wouldn't dare!"
Her dark eyes narrowed, and he felt the blade touch his
skin way down there. The sting of sliced
skin hit him next, and he panicked.
"I'll tell!
Don't cut it off! Please, don't
cut it off," he cried.
"Where is it?" Ms Americana said.
"Upstairs, sixth floor of the tower."
"Thanks," Ms Americana said, and cold-cocked him. Then she looked at Lady Midnight with a
questioning look. "Would you really
have…?"
Lady Midnight graced her with a roguish grin. "I guess we'll never know."
Hurrying over to the elevator bank, Ms Americana said,
"You take the elevator up. I'll
take the stairs. We can't let them
evacuate the captures heroines via the stairs."
Ms Americana also knew that her super powered body would
get her up six floors almost as fast as the elevator. Lady Midnight nodded, and stepped onto the
elevator that just opened up.
"See you upstairs, but don't expect me to wait for
you," she said, grinning as the door closed.
Ms Americana's eyes widened, and she turned to the stairs. Seconds later she was racing up them, two and
three at a time. She was determined to
beat Lady Midnight up.
Meanwhile, Lady Midnight was wound up like a spring, ready
to pounce as soon as the doors opened.
Then sooner than she expected, DING!
The doors opened, and the sexy super heroine charged out, bowling over a
john and a whore.
"Oh shit," the man said, and jumped on the
elevator. It closed and left.
Lady Midnight was left with the angry hooker. It was obvious she wasn't on the Super
Heroine Lounge floor.
"What floor is this?"
"My floor, bitch," the hooker said. She was a pretty blonde of about twenty,
dressed in red bikini and matching patent red thigh boots.
Lady Midnight didn't have time for her stupidity. The stairwell was next to the elevators, so
she jumped up and ran over. Just as she
turned the knob, the hooker slammed into her back. She was thrust violently through the door.
"Ugh!" Ms Americana cried, slamming into that
suddenly opened door. Her eyes crossed,
and she fell straight back down the stairs.
"Ooooghhh."
Furious, Lady Midnight tried to backhand that vile little
whore. She ducked, and the super
heroine's hand hit the door jamb.
"Aaiie!" she cried,
clutching at her brutalized hand.
"I'll teach you," the hooker said, and kicked the
sexy African American super heroine between the legs. It was a perfect kick, too. The pointy toe of her sexy boots found the
clit, any super heroine's ultimate weak spot.
Lady Midnight dropped to her knees, and the hooker grabbed her hair and
forced her head next to the door jamb.
Then she slammed the door over and over until Lady Midnight collapsed
unconscious. "Great, King Pimp will
be so proud of me for getting him another super heroine for the Super
Team."
Meanwhile, Ms Americana rolled to hands and knees, aching
all over. Her head was spinning, with a
big knot on the back of her head. She
heard some banging above, and then an unfamiliar voice. Woman's voice. Sounded smug.
Then the door closed and she heard a DING. She didn't realize her friend and comrade was
on her way to JOIN the other captured super heroines in the Super Heroine
Lounge. Hell, she could barely recall
where she was located, and why.
"Not going well tonight, either," she groaned,
managed to get to the door and went through.
There was a junior pimp standing by the elevator impatiently. "What floor is this?"
"About time!" he snapped. "Do you know how long I've been waiting
for you?"
<Not again?> she thought.
He shook his head woefully, anger building.
"It's not your fault, but I TOLD them an AMAZON, not a
super heroine," he said. He reached
over and ripped off her mask, then the tiara.
"Not that you don't make a great Ms Americana, but still. Customers get what they want. Exactly what they want."
Ms Americana couldn't move, couldn't speak. Hell, she couldn't think. He UNMASKED her. She numbly let him remove her gloves, earrings
and choker, before he pulled off her costume top. The stunned super heroine, afraid to give him
cause to truly look at her, and maybe recognize her as Brenda Wade, followed
his directions to the letter. She
removed her bottoms and boots next, tossing them on the pile with the rest of
her costume.
He reached for her power belt. It didn't come unfastened. Everyone knew her belt couldn't be removed
unless she willed it so, or she was de-powered and/or unconscious. His inability to unfasten it would likely set
off an alarm and then he would know who she was, and really look at her
face. So she relaxed and let it come unfastened. The rush of power from her shapely body was disconcerting
and frightening.
Ms Americana was half dragged by the hand to a closet. Inside were assorted articles of fetish
clothing. In short order she was dressed
in shiny black thigh boots with spurs, black leather thong, matching corset
that left her 38Gs exposed and free to bounce, leather opera gloves, thick
slave collar and big hoop earrings. Then
she was lead to room 310, and pushed inside with a whispered command to,
"Do whatever you're told."
There was a Hispanic couple inside. He was about six foot six, lean but muscular
and heavily tattooed, and naked. She was
short, shapely and dressed much like Ms Americana, expect in all white.
"We asked for a blonde," she said, frowning.
"Oh, sorry, I'll let them know," Ms Americana
said.
"Wait," he said.
"Carmen, look at those fat titties!
They are huge. Like Got Gal
huge."
Got Gal? Ms
Americana felt a bit disrespected. Her
tits were easily as big as Got Gal's, and perhaps a bit firmer and prettier. She didn't see how Got Gal's tits got to be
the big titty standard.
"Yes, you're right, Felix," she said. She looked at Ms Americana, "You can
stay. Kneel."
Ms Americana hesitated.
She could hear the junior pimp outside the door. Since she knew what to look for better than
most, she also spotted at least three hidden cameras. There could be a staff member watching,
making sure the girls were performing as expected. Her insides melted and her libido exploded,
for she knew she was in for another night of sex and debauchery.
"Yes, mistress," she whispered, eyes downcast.
"Mistress Carmen, slut," she said.
"Yes, Mistress Carmen," Ms Americana said, then
bit her lower lips as her mistress placed her right stiletto heeled platform
boot on her left shoulder. Her exposed
pussy was just inches from Ms Americana's face, as the sensual feel of butterflies
danced in her lower belly. Then she
lifted full red lips, slightly parted, up to that glistening pussy. The sexy super heroine gave her mistress's
cunt an open mouth kiss, then she sent her tongue in. "Mmmmmm."
Ms Americana knelt there, kissing and licking and sucking
on Carmen's cunt, her hands caressing Carmen's soft, smooth ass and
thighs. She ate that lovely Latina out
with growing lust and enthusiasm, as her own shapely body responded in kind. Carmen's climax was loud, enthusiastic and
WET.
"Ummmm," Ms Americana
groaned, feeling pussy juices flowing down her chin and onto her heaving 38Gs.
Once Carmen's orgasm subsided and Ms Americana was permitted
to stop licking and sucking, Felix stepped up and took control. He had an odd looking bondage toy. It was shiny silver, with four circles within
it. Two larger circles on each end, with
smaller circles inside. Ms Americana
knew it looked familiar, but couldn't figure it out until he opened it up.
"Oh," she said, as he locked her wrists before
her body inside the two inner, smaller rings.
She was stood up and forced to bend over double, so he could lock her
ankles into the two outer, larger circles, or shackles. "This can't be good."
Ms Americana stood there doubled over, unable to move
without tumbling over. Too late she
realized just how open to sexual exploitation her pussy and ass were while
bound in that position.
"No, very good.
For ME," Felix said, and slapped her shapely rump. He pulled her black leather thong to one side
and then pushed fingers up both her sphincter and pussy. He smiled when she groaned, low and
wantonly. He liked it when the hookers
enjoyed their job. Finally, once she was
loose enough for him, he guided his erect cock straight into her pussy and
thrust hard while steadying her by hanging tightly to her shapely rump. "Oh, Carmen, this whore is TIGHT."
"My Goddess, help me!" Ms Americana cried. "I can't….Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiieee!"
While Ms Americana was enjoying the beginning of her long
day's night, Lady Midnight was waking up to find she was in quite a pickle,
too. She was in the middle of what could
only be described as a garish brothel parlor.
She was stretched out atop a coffee table, her arms pulled over the end
and up under, then bound tightly in place.
Her long, shapely legs hung off the other end, pulled back under as well
and her ankles bound by ropes to the legs under her shoulders. She never felt stretched so tight before.
Lady Midnight's purple costume top and bottoms were off,
being passed around among the assembled johns and whores. All of the whores were familiar to her. Bat Babe.
Power Lass. Omega Woman. And, Flag Girl, Got Gal and Got Chic. Just to name a few. The vanquished super heroines didn't look too
happy, but the johns were all thrilled.
King Pimp looked pleased, too.
She could tell, since he was standing astride her and naked. His huge cock was at full staff.
"Nice of you to join us," King Pimp said, smiling
down at her smugly. "If you super
babes keep showing up like this I am going to be forced to expand my operations."
"You won't get away with this, King Pimp," Lady
Midnight said, brown eyes fierce and defiant.
"I'm not the only super heroine here tonight. You're going down."
"No, you are," King Pimp said, and plopped his
cock between her large tits with a meaty thunk.
Then he grabbed both fat tits, squeezed them together, and started titty
fucking the sexy super heroine as everyone watched with wicked glee. Even the super heroine whores were licking
their lips hungrily as she was sexually abused and debased. "Nice tits, Lady Big Tits."
While he titty fucked her, he directed Got Gal to sit on
her face. Lady Midnight was forced to
eat her old comrade out, and was soon doing just that with growing lust and
hunger. While she was eating the beautiful
blonde heroine's snatch, Flag Girl knelt between her legs and began licking,
sucking and thoroughly enjoying her rip pussy.
In no time they had the midnight avenger panting, gasping, moaning and
groaning, pushed closer and closer to a career ending climax to end all
climaxes.
It all ended for her when King Pimp came, spraying her
neck, tits and chin with hot cum. Got
Gal stood up, lifted her head and he thrust deep into her mouth.
"Uuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"
she screamed around the cock. Her eyes
crossed, then rolled up as Flag Girl's tongue and lips pushed her over the top
again. "Aaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
While all that was going on, Jungle Babe and Champion Girl
swept through King Pimp's penthouse apartment.
They found nothing and no one there.
So they went to Plan B. Champion
Girl used her power to zap out the elevator electrical system. There were two sets of stairs. They each took one and headed down. Each would be responsible for one side of the
tower.
They slowly worked their way down, floor by floor, until
they reached the sixth floor. The Super
Heroine Lounge floor.
"What do we have here?" Jungle Babe said,
stepping out of the stairs to see very realistic, life-sized drawings of super
heroine in compromising positions. There
was even one of her being strap-on fucked my Ms Americana. Very prominently displayed, too. Above the black doors, written in red, white
and blue letters, was written very ominous words. "Welcome to Super Heroine
Purgatory."
The hazel eyed twenty-two year old scowled at the
door. She knew she should wait for
Champion Girl, but behind those doors wicked men used and abused super
heroines, her friends and comrades, in the most vile, despicable ways
imaginable. She thought of Flag Girl and
Got Chic, both so young and enthusiastic, and legendary Got Gal, all laid low
and forced into the world's oldest profession despite being superior women and
obviously above such crass activities.
Tossing waist length, platinum blonde locks back over her
shoulder, the leopard skin clad super heroine squared her shoulders and marched
through those doors. She walked in to
see a room full of eager eyed johns, surrounding sweating, panting super
heroines impaled on hard cocks, and all watched over by cold eyed
bouncers. In the middle of it all was
Lady Midnight stretched out atop a coffee table and bound tightly.
King Pimp was sitting on at throne overlooking
everything. Got Gal was sitting on his
lap, facing away from him. Jungle Babe
was shocked to see the look of utter bliss on her beautiful, white masked face,
while she bounced up and down upon his massive cock, her huge tits jostling
sexily, silky blonde hair bouncing. That
cock was reaming out the sexy super heroine's poop chute, too. And she was making little animals noises of
pleasure the whole time.
"Got Gal, no!" Jungle Babe cried. She looked around. Flag Girl was bouncing up and down on the
cock of a seated man, facing him while he molested her bouncing tits, and
another man took her up the ass. Power
Lass was naked save for her blue thigh boots, on her knees giving head to a
large black man. Got Chic was making out
with a Bat Babe on a small stage, going after each other with vibrating dildos. "No!
No! NO! This is all wrong!"
"Another super heroine?" King Pimp said, looking
surprised. "This is turning out to
be a very good week for me."
"How DARE you do this to good, proper super
heroines," Jungle Babe snarled, stalking towards the hated pimp.
A bouncer stepped in front of her, blocking her path. She snarled at him, and kicked him in the
nuts. He doubled up and she threw him into
the bouncer trying to sneak up behind her.
She was too good to fall for that trick.
But he surprised her by leapfrogging over him, and tackling her.
"Ooff!" Jungle Babe
grunted, slammed into the floor.
Her head bounced off the hard floor, leaving her dazed and
confused. The bouncer dragged her to her
feet, doubled her up with a fist to the belly, then sent her reeling backwards
with a knee to the face. Another bouncer
was waiting, with a fist to the face that sent her reeling back towards the
first.
"Halt!" Champion Girl cried from the door. "Leave her alone, or know my
wrath!"
King Pimp gawked at the golden blonde super heroine, in red
two piece costume with black and gold decorations and black stiletto calf
boots. She looked remarkably beautiful
despite the golden yellow mask. Champion
Girl was tall and shapely, and that tight costume did little to hide her
curves.
"Get her!" King Pimp commanded.
Champion Girl growled at him. So many super heroines were in that room,
most of them getting fucked in some manner at that very moment. Few of the johns had ceased their sexual
activities, but all were watching eagerly.
She realized they all expected her to fall, and join her super heroine
sisters in sexual slavery.
In a rage Champion Girl summoned her power. It surged inside her, eager to escape. She stepped forward, and pointed at King
Pimp. She was going to give him a jolt
so strong he would piss and poop all over himself. So strong he wouldn't wake up for a week.
Almost too fast to see, Champion Girl saw the bouncer move
as she hurled her power at the infamous pimp.
He seized Jungle Babe's wrist, and flung her at Champion Girl. Before she realized it, Jungle Babe was
between her and King Pimp, and she released her power at that instant.
"Yyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwww!"
Jungle Babe screamed, still streaking towards Champion Girl.
"No!" Champion Girl cried, losing her
concentration in the middle of expending enormous power. It seemed to want to backflow into her in
some strange way, but she fought it, distracted by it and the sexy super
heroine flying at her. She opened her
arms to catch her friend and comrade, and Jungle Babe plowed into her
unprepared body. "Ooofff!"
Champion Girl was slammed straight back into the door jamb,
and Jungle Babe's head struck her in the face, then the back of her head
slammed into the door jamb. Both super
heroines dropped bonelessly to the floor.
Everyone watched, awestruck, as Champion Girl's hoarded power expended
itself harmlessly and faded away, all used up.
Jungle Babe was quickly stripped. It didn't take long to remove her skimpy
attire. Then she was carried over to long
couch and placed in the middle. King
Pimp directed his bouncers in binding her left wrist to her left ankle, and right
to right ankle. She was then tied to the
couch, tied to either side of the couch and leaving her spread wide in that
very open, very exploitable position.
Champion Girl's red bikini bottom was pulled down long,
shapely legs. They left the golden sash
around her narrow waist, but removed the red top with back sleeves and big
round cut out over her deep cleavage, reminiscent of Flag Girl's top. Now stripped down to black boots, sash and
mask, she was tied up just like Jungle Babe, and set next to her. Jungle Babe's left wrist and ankle were then
tied to Champion Girl's right.
To keep that theme going, King Pimp had all of the super
heroines tied up the same way, in a long line, bound together. Then he gave the johns freedom to use and
abuse any and all of them for a one time payment of one hundred dollars. And the orgy began. There were three johns for every heroine
there. It would prove a long and
exhausting night for all of those vanquished vigilantes.
But unbeknownst to the King of Sugar Town pimps, Ms
Americana was just a few floors below him.
The Hispanic couple were finished with her, and were quite pleased with
her performance. She was given the five
hundred dollars agreed upon by the Palace, placed between her teeth since she
was still tightly bound, and then gave Ms Americana a tip of one hundred
dollars, pushed half up her aching bung hole.
The junior pimp came in to release her a moment later, but
liked what he saw so much he pulled his dick out and mounted her from
behind. She was forced to endure two
more orgasms, before he took all of her money, including the tip, and released
her wrists and ankles.
"Good job, babe," the pimp said, dropped her
costume beside her, all bundled up in a grocery shopping bag, and left. "Get back to work."
Ms Americana groaned and climbed to her feet. She'd been climaxed so much already there was
no using her power belt. The Queen of
Justice thought it best to make good her escape. So she picked up her bagged costume and headed
for the elevator. It wasn't working for
some reason, so she headed down the stairs.
By the time the sexy, statuesque super heroine reached the ground floor
she was exhausted.
"Hey, you," a beautiful redhead called. It was Bethany Beavers, King Pimp's official
girlfriend, the Palace's hostess and head of hookers. "About time you got down here."
Bethany was agitated and stressing out big time. The elevators being down was killing
her. The johns couldn't go up to their
favorite girls, so were stuck downstairs while most of the hookers were
upstairs. She had ten men to every girl
and they usually had more girls than men.
She was desperate.
"What? I
don't…"
"Can it, sweetheart," Bethany said, pausing to
give Ms Americana a curious look.
"Do I know you? Are you
new?"
"Yes, this is my first day," she said.
"Well, sweetheart, you should've reported to me first
thing," she said.
"A pimp saw me, and led me up to a Hispanic
couple," she said, figuring the truth was the best route. "I've been up stairs getting royally reamed."
Ms Americana was taken by the arm, led to the Stripper
Room, and pushed inside. The place was
packed with horny men and frantic women.
Ms Americana's baby blues went wide.
"Goddess save me," she whispered.
"Everyone is being comp'ed
for all sex until the elevators are fixed," Bethany said. She pulled the bag with her super heroine
costume out of Ms Americana's hand, and took it away. "You'll get this back when the elevators
are working."
"Hey, babe, nice rack," a young Asian man said,
unable to take his eyes off her naked 38Gs.
"Let's hook up, okay?"
She looked over her shoulder. The two big, burly bouncers to either side of
the door glared at her. She swallowed
hard, humiliated yet again. After all
she'd been through that night, she was too weak to fight them. Plus, Bethany took her costume away, and
wouldn't return it until they were ready to release her for the day. She didn't have another power belt, so she absolutely
had to get that bag back.
"I'm all yours, baby," Ms Americana managed to
say, and even mustered up a smile.
"Great!" he said, taking her by the hand and
dragging her through the crowded room.
He found a chair next to the main stage, and sat down. Ms Americana straddled his waist and began an
erotic lap dance. That seemed to be what
the other women were doing, slowly evolving into actual intercourse. As soon as she started gyrating above his
waist, her john reached up and grabbed her swinging, jostling tits. She let him lick and kiss, caress and squeeze
her tits to his heart's content. Once
that song ended, she removed the thong bottoms, placed them at the edge of the
stage and unzipped him.
It didn't take much to get him hard and ready, and soon the
Queen of Justice was well mounted on his erect shaft. She rode him like a professional, very
quickly forcing him to release deep inside her.
He was quickly replaced with a large white man, then a middle-aged man,
then a skinny street punk. And she
stopped keeping track of the parade of johns that filed between her legs. After four long hours that elevator still
wasn't fixed, but the number of men was thinning out. Finally, a man she knew and despised beyond
belief, both as Ms Americana and as Brenda Wade, sat down in the chair, whipped
out his hard cock and grinned up at her with evil delight.
"Hello, Brenda, moonlighting?"
"Chief Wessel?
Oh my Goddess! No!" she
cried, horrified. He was absolutely the
LAST person, outside of King Pimp, she wanted recognizing her inside the
Palace, working as a hooker. She was ruined. Her sterling reputation was destroyed and in
shambles. She'd be lucky if he didn't
arrest her for prostitution.
"W-W-What are you doing here?"
Chief Andrew Wessel, or more commonly called "The
Weasel" was a dirty cop. A dirty
vice cop, to be exact. It was widely
believed he accepted bribes to ensure brothels didn't get raided. Both Brenda Wade and Ms Americana had been
trying to catch him and send him to prison for years. Brenda all but begged the city to fire him at
least once a month. Now she was the one
caught red-handed, caught performing illicit and illegal sex acts in a known
brothel. And the Weasel was known to be
cruel, vindictive and spiteful.
"Sampling," he said. He reached out and caressed her silky thighs,
then gave her shapely rump a firm slap.
"I like what you are offering up, too. I want some of that, babe."
She had no choice.
She straddled him, reached down and guided his cock to her pussy, and
slide down upon him. They both groaned
when she impaled herself upon his cock, for different reasons. Ms Americana was utterly humiliated, yet
again. The Weasel was utterly turned on
and bursting with triumphant joy.
"Take it slow and easy, Brenda," he said,
reaching up and starting to molest her massive tits. She grimaced and groaned, for his treatment
of her highly sensitive tits was rough by any standard. "I've dreamed of this so many
times."
"I bet you have," she said, sickened by his
touch.
He spent thirty minutes savoring every square inch of her
spectacular body, especially her titanic, firm tits. Unfortunately for Ms Americana, The Weasel
wasn't such a prize. Chief Wessel was
tall, at six foot four, but the forty-five year old was going to seed quickly. He had a hard, lined, surly face, short brown
hair and a growing paunch. He always
looked disheveled in his rather expensive suits.
Despite all that, or maybe because of it, Ms Americana was
quickly aroused and her body was soon burning with need and desire. She hated herself for what she felt, what and
who she was doing, but the sexy super heroine had no choice. She was his to command, and he knew it all
too well.
<I might be better off handing myself over to King Pimp
on a silver platter,> she said as he slurped joyfully on her tits, nipples
and neck.
"Kiss me," he commanded. "And I better believe you mean it,
too."
"How can you make such a command?" she said.
"Just do it, and tell me you love me, too," he
said, smirking cruelly.
"I-I love you?"
"Not a question," he said, and twisted her left
nipple with all of his strength. She
gasped and groaned. "Start telling
me how much you love me, between deep, loving, adorning open-mouth
kisses."
"You are a monster," she whispered, her throat
too tight to speak properly. "I
hate you with every fiber of my existence.
I loath you. I absolutely LOATH
you."
"I know. I
loath you, as well, and that is why this is so great," The Weasel
sneered. He looked at her massive, naked
tits, and back in her eyes. "You
may begin, or I will arrest you and haul you into jail. Make your choice, Ms Wade."
The statuesque super heroine stared at him a long moment,
weighing her options. In truth, she had
none. Her chest tightened, and her
throat did, too. She felt her hands and
lips begin to tremble. Eyes burning, she
swallowed to clear her throat.
"I love you," Ms Americana whispered, a single
tear rolling out of each eye. She leaned
down and pressed her full red lips against his lips, then opened her mouth to
thrust her hot, wet tongue deep into his mouth.
"Mmm.
Oh, baby, I love you so much."
She spent the next five minutes kissing that hated man,
willing herself to "feel" love for him, speaking the words. To sound convincing, she had to trick herself
into really feeling those feelings.
Soon, she wasn't trying so hard, it was coming naturally, and her body
was building incredibly fast towards climax.
"Oh, Goddess, I love you!" she cried, and
exploded. That climax consumed her, body
and soul. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, I love you! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"
The Weasel laughed, pulled her off his cock, turned her
around, then impaled her poop chute upon his cock, grabbed her shoulders and
pulled her all the way down with brutal force.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
He forced her to bounce up and down his cock, hard and
fast, taking it up her super tight butt.
She didn't have a choice any more.
The shapely heiress and secret super heroine did as commanded, her body
absorbing the pain and quickly turning it into immeasurable pleasure. Then he forced her to bend backward until it
hurt, so he would have full access to her bouncing tits and her full, red
lips. Once again, between deep,
lingering kisses, she had to say she loved him, over and over and over until
she started to wonder.
<Goddess save me, the bastard is starting to brainwash
me,> she thought, horrified.
The Weasel used her in every orifice of her statuesque
body, including titty fucking her in front of those other, disgusting cheering
men. When he couldn't get it up any
more, he tossed her aside and she had to return to the long line of johns eager
to experience her gorgeous body.
It was late when the elevator was finally fixed, and still
another hour and a half before Bethany would release Ms Americana and return
her bag. She took it and headed for the
door, looking around with fear filled eyes for The Weasel. He was waiting outside the door.
"Where is your limo?
Or did you drive that pretty little Mercedes Benz up here?"
"I-I…," she stammered, seeing her Ms Americana
mobil not so far down the street.
"I walked over from my office.
I didn't want anyone seeing my car or me driving to know anything about
this…this…dark secret of mine."
"Some secret, huh?
Brenda Wade, the most uptight, goodie-two-shoe busy body in the whole
damn city, likes to sell her body on the sly," The Weasel said,
laughing. He took her by the arm and led
her away, heading down the street and deeper into Sugar Town. "God, is that irony? I'm never sure. I didn’t go to no fancy college, like you. Anyway, you have to admit that it is
incredible to find that the very woman with the biggest boner to stop and
vanquish all sexual depravity, all illicit sexual businesses, is in fact a part
time hooker."
"Where are we going?"
"Anita and 69th," he said. "I want to watch as you turn tricks on a
real street corner, not in the safe, clean environment of the nicest brothel in
the city."
He took her to his unmarked squad car. She dropped her shopping bag with her Ms
Americana costume on the floor by her feet.
Ms Americana was still wearing the all black leather ensemble, now with
a black leather bikini top. She could
only pray he didn't peek inside the bag, otherwise she was worse than toast.
"You better earn me some major bucks, babe, or else
bad things will happen."
"You're the worst kind of male chauvinistic pig."
"Who do you love?"
"I love you, baby," she said automatically. Her face started to burn with shame. But a disgusting part of her now believed it.
And that was the true crime he was
committing upon her. "I love you so
much it hurts."
Half a block away from the most infamous hooker corner in
the city, The Weasel dropped the black-haired beauty off. From her years as Ms Americana she'd learned
more than she cared about how hookers operated.
So first thing, she found a hooker hotel and rented a room.
Then Brenda Wade went to work, hooking for a man she
despised. She worked hard, strove to
please her johns as best she could, maximize both of their pleasure, and get it
done as fast as possible. Just so she
could fuck more and more men, so she could earn as much as womanly possible for
her vice cop PIMP.
Once business died down to nothing, Chief Wessel took
Brenda home to Wade Manor. Of course he
spent the night. He loved fucking Brenda
Wade in her own bed. He relished fucking
Brenda Wade in her own shower. Then
after she was dressed for work, he enjoyed his first ever limo ride back into
town. Of course, it was hard to not
enjoy such a ride, what with Brenda Wade sucking your dick the whole time.
"I have to work late tonight," she said. It was kind of a lie. She had no Wade Enterprises business, but she
had Ms Americana business to conduct at the Palace. She had all of her friends and comrades to
rescue, and King Pimp to arrest. She
knew her life as Brenda Wade was ruined, but at least she could salvage Ms
Americana's reputation. "And I
can't explain your sudden appearance at my Thanksgiving Day dinner, so we'll
have to lay low until after the holiday."
"Okay, I have my own shit to do the next few days,
Sugar Babe," he said. He gave her
naked tits another firm squeeze.
"So I'll meet you for breakfast Friday morning at Big Earl's Grill
across from Babe Bazaar. Do you have red
patent thigh boots? No? Buy some before then. Get a matching leather mini dress, and be
wearing it Friday morning for breakfast."
"You're going to make me prostitute myself again,
aren't you?"
"Heh, you're pretty smart. Are you one of them there 'superior'
women?" he said, and laughed.
"See you Friday morning.
Don't bother with panties, either."
It was a long, hard morning. Brenda had to suppress her raging
emotions. Flag Girl was still being held
by King Pimp, forced to whore herself day in and day out. All of her super heroine friends and
comrades, except a few, were also with Flag Girl in that hell hole. On top of that, The Weasel was blackmailing
her into illicit sex and prostitution, pimping her out like a crack whore.
"I can take care of The Weasel with memory
drugs," she muttered, sitting at her massive desk in her cavernous office
suite. "But first I have to save my
friends, and take King Pimp down."
She made a few phone calls, and it was all arranged by noon. Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were a go for
that night. Amazing Babe was a little
more difficult to contact, but she agreed to help as well. At least they were going in wiser, thanks to
her previous unsuccessful trips into the Palace. She knew exactly where the Super Heroine
Lounge was located. First priority, save
her friends and comrades. Then go after
King Pimp.
"Now I have to go home and take care of myself,"
she thought with a grimace.
There were very naughty ways to build up her pent up sexual
frustrations quickly. She'd used them
the previous day, after being fucked stupid Monday night. Now she'd have to go home, get in bed and
drive herself crazy with a vibrating dildo.
She had to take herself to the brink of climax, and then squash it. Over and over, never allowing herself that
ultimate pleasure and satisfaction.
Within a few hours she would be back to full power.
"Ms Wade?" her secretary said through the
intercom. "Chief Wessel is here to
see you."
"What?" she said, incredulous.
"Let me in, Brenda.
That's an order," he said.
She heard her secretary gasp and another man chuckle. "Now."
"Let them in," Brenda said.
This wasn't going to go well, of that she was sure.
The Weasel sauntered in like he owned the place, followed
by one of his vice cops. Jerome Benton
was a massively built black man. He was
only on the force about five years, but had already pissed off Brenda once by
making a crude sexual offer, and that was enough to get tossed into Vice when
she complained. Of course she tried real
hard to get him fired, but the cops protected their own.
"Have a seat, gentlemen," Brenda said. "I only have a few minutes to spare
you. I'm very busy today."
They settled into the chairs facing her desk. Both wore shit-eating grins, full of triumph
and lust. It was enough to make her
heart race and chest tighten.
"Step around in front of the desk, Brenda," Chief
Wessel said in a very commanding tone.
She froze for a second, gawking at him. Then she glanced at Jerome, and stood
up. Facing burning, she stepped around
the desk and stood between them and the desk.
Brenda stood before them with hands on well rounded hips, and tried to
look strong and imposing.
"Lift your skirt up," he said.
"What?"
"Lift your skirt and show Jerome your waxed
pussy," he said. Her humiliation as
she complied was profound. She felt her
deep blush burning all the way down to her chest. Jerome licked his lips at the sight of her
exposed nether regions. "See, I told
you I owned her. She has no choice but
to obey my every command. I told her to
wear the garter belt and hose, no panties today."
"Sweet," Jerome said.
Brenda was forced to obey all of The Weasels commands. He made her remove her glasses, then let her
hair down. She had to remove her suit
jacket, and open her blouse. Then The
Weasel let Jerome remove her bra, and suck on her tits a long moment as she
leaned back on her desk and groaned wantonly.
Finally, her perverted, vengeful master ordered her to call her
secretary in and told her exactly what to say and do while she was in the
office.
"Yes, Ms Wade…oh!" the secretary said, startled
and shocked just inside the door.
"It is time you knew," Brenda said. She dropped to her knees, took Jerome's long,
thick cock in hand and gave it a firm lick.
"That I am a raging slut whore, that I've always been a skanky
piece of cock candy…," she paused to lick Jerome's sweaty balls a second,
then swallowed his cock completely into her mouth, bobbed her head a few times,
and then turned back to her secretary.
"And I'm about to let these two hunks fuck me stupid ten times
over, so don't be alarmed when I start screaming in supreme ecstasy."
"Y-Yes, ma'am," she said, gawking.
"That is all," Brenda said, and started sucking
Jerome in earnest.
Brenda sucked and licked Jerome for a good five minutes,
before he exploded in her face and across her 38Gs. Then she titty-fucked him until he creamed
her face and tits yet again. Then he
bent her over her own desk, and fucked her ass long and hard. Brenda starting screaming from the first
penetration until he finally climaxed twenty minutes later.
After cleaning herself up in her private bathroom, she did
the same for The Weasel. It all took a
little over an hour, then she was allowed to put on a red latex skirt and
matching halter top The Weasel brought her.
He buckled a collar around her slender neck, and let Jerome lead her out
of her office.
"Clear my schedule," Brenda said as she was led
through the office and onto an elevator.
To Brenda's deep relief, The Weasel and Jerome only made
her turn tricks on the street for two hours.
They wanted to continue, but they got a call they couldn't ignore. So she was released. To her shame, Brenda turned one more trick
after then left before returning to Wade Towers, her office and getting back
into her own clothes. Then she took her
private elevator down to go home.
Back at Wade Manor, she stripped down to garter belt, hose
and heels, and pulled out her dreaded, ten inch dildo. It vibrated at ten speeds. She climbed into bed, spread her mile long
legs wide, and inserted the dildo. It
slid in without effort. After a
long minute of pumping it in and out,
she turned it on to the first setting.
"Oooooohhhh," she
groaned. Her body was still afire from
her noon sexual abuse, and the two hours of illicit sex for money that
followed. In less than a minute she was
at the brink of climax. At that point
she rolled out of bed and raced to the shower.
Turning on only the cold, she doused her sexual fires. 'Aaaahhhhh."
With her traitorous libido subdued, Brenda stepped out of
the shower. She left that icy water
running. She sat at her vanity, and
inserted the dildo again. It was already
set to five. Didn't take long before she
was at the brink again, and jumped back into that frigid shower. That went on from 3:30 in the afternoon until
7:30. Then it was time to dress up as Ms
Americana, and go kick butt.
"Great Liberty!
I did it!" she cried joyously.
"I'm back to full power.
Praise the Goddess! Now, time to
save my friends and put King Pimp in his rightful place."
Meanwhile, across the street from The Palace, Green
Spectre, Spectre Girl and Amazing Babe stood around and glared at that hated
edifice. It was a glaring monument to
depravity and the suppression of women.
It was Delta City's largest, most notorious temple to debauchery. And hate burned deep in their breasts as they
looked upon it, all lit up and doing booming business.
"She'll be here," Amazing Babe said, starting to
sound as if she wasn't so sure anymore.
"Ms Americana is just tied up on something, that's all."
"For all we know she's already gone in, and is TIED up
in the Super Heroine lounge while we cool our heels down here," Green
Spectre said, hazel eyes roaming up and down the ten story brothel. Ms Americana was the only one of them that
knew the location of the Super Heroine Lounge.
"It's 7:30. She said to meet
her here at 6:00 straight up. Ten
minutes is late. This has gone beyond
late."
"I won't go in without her," Amazing Babe said,
firmly.
Green Spectre looked Amazing Babe over. The sexy teen super heroine was five foot
eight, green eyes and ash blonde hair that fell silkily to brush her shoulders. She had the body of a woman with the
Aphrodite gene: 36D-24-36. But she was
barely eighteen. Spectre Girl was older
and more experienced, and she wasn't ready to be a full-fledged super
heroine. She was working behind the
scenes to get Lady Midnight to take the beautiful teen heroine on as a protégé,
before that sexy African Americana super heroine vanished the night before. But Lady Midnight was hesitant to take on a
sidekick who was stronger, faster and possessed super powers, which included
flight.
Amazing Babe was Delta City's newest super heroine. She was gorgeous in her two piece super heroine
costume: blue mask with single five-point star between her brows and a gold
band along the top edge, blue star-spangled top with long sleeves and white
breasts cups and gold cuffs, matching short-shorts with gold trim on both top
and bottoms, and blue calf boots with a white, gold trimmed band around the
tops. She also wore something most super
heroines with actual super powers didn't bother with -- a utility belt. One look at her, and there was no mistaking
what she was, even if many of the criminals and citizens of Delta City had
never heard of her, much less seen her.
Green Spectre wore her traditional dark green costume: bustier top and a large G over her left tit,
matching bottoms, black calf boots and fishnet pantyhose. She accessorized with black opera gloves
going almost to her arm pits, choker and green mask and utility belt. While Spectre Girl's costume was based on
hers, only with a bare-midriff and the top wasn't strapless and had a big
circle cutout over her deep cleavage.
Spectre Girl's gloves barely covered her up past the wrists, and she
didn't wear fishnets or a utility belt.
"Good idea," Green Spectre said. She motioned to her daughter. "Let's go, Spectre Girl. Amazing Babe can wait for Ms Americana, and
let her know what is going down when she arrives. If she arrives."
"Sweet!" Spectre Girl cried, smacking her left
palm with her gloved right fist.
"She better show up fast, because I doubt it'll take us an hour to
clean up that cesspit and rescue all the captured heroines."
"Wish us luck," Green Spectre said as she led
Spectre Girl down an alley to circle around the hated brothel.
The super sexy super heroine led her curvaceous sidekick
around to the side of The Palace. She'd
already prepared the spot. The other
super heroines had failed because they either went in on the ground floor, or
down from the roof. Most super heroines
were creatures of habit, so could be anticipated. King Pimp would have his best defenses at
those entry points.
"There it is," Green Spectre said, finding her
rope still hanging down the side of a four story addition to the brothel. There was a recessed section of wall in deep
shadow, which would enable the dynamic duo to climb up unnoticed. Unfortunately, there was no windows in that
section of wall until they reached the fourth floor. "I'll lead."
And up the wall they went, the sexy sidekick following her
mother and super heroine mentor up the wall using the rope. With the rope's help, they all but walked up
the wall. Being in tip-top shape and
practicing doing just that allowed them to climb up relatively fast. Within minutes Green Spectre's sexy stiletto
boot kicked out a fourth floor window, and they rushed inside.
"Oh," Green Spectre said, assuming a fighting
stance.
"Oh," Spectre Girl said, in a fighting stance
beside her. "What is this? The pimps' break room?"
"Two more super whores for the King's harem," one
of the big men said. They were all
leering at the surprised super heroines.
None of them looked concerned.
"But we'll have some fun, first."
There were ten of them.
All over six five and looking like experienced fighters. One of them got out a bottle of chloroform,
while another fetched some stun guns.
"Attack!" Green Spectre cried.
The super sexy super heroine duo had contingency plans for
attacks with chloroform and stun guns.
They just never thought they'd use both against them at once. Didn't matter now. They couldn't retreat, so had to move
ahead. Attacking put the bad guys on the
defensive, and let the green costumed heroines control the tempo and direction
of the fight.
Of the ten men, four had stun guns and one had
chloroform. They formed up so that every
other man was "unarmed." Green
Spectre raced straight at the closest pimp on her side armed with a stun
gun. The centermost man had the
chloroform. She had the impression they
had been practicing this tactic.
The man Green Spectre chose was second from the left. Spectre Girl was to her right. The left most man was moving to flank her, to
get inside her guard and take her down.
Letting any of them actually lay hands on her was dangerous in the
extreme, since she didn't have super powers and it would mean he was inside her
guard. But she had a plan, and almost
smiled when the pimp under attack lifted the stun gun and took aim on her.
"Haaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiie-Hhhhaaaaaaa!"
the sexy super heroine screamed with battle lust, as she cut left, seized the
endmost pimp by the collar, spun around and flung him bodily into the man with
the stun gun. "Take that!"
A second later the startled pimp pulled the trigger, and
zapped his comrade in depravity. Then
the screaming man slammed into the shooter, and they both went down twitching
and groaning. She glanced left, just in
time to see Spectre Girl execute an impressive martial arts and acrobatic move.
The sexy sidekick dodged to the right just as the pimp
pulled the trigger, forcing him to miss.
Then she pounded the unarmed pimp at the end with a powerful
roundhouse. As he staggered, she spun
around to face away from him, but used her momentum to do a back flip, landing
on his chest, and did another back flip to land on the shooter's shoulders. Then she jumped backwards as she grabbed his
jaw from behind, let her weight pull her back and down, and drove her stiletto
boots into his lower back, continued to the floor as she flipped him completely
over her.
"Well done!" Green Spectre cried. She picked up a chair and hurled it at the
pimp with a stun gun aiming at her sexy sidekick, striking him in the head and
taking him down. She had to duck and
dodge right to escape the last stun gun bearing pimp. "Ha!
You can't touch this, stinking pimp!"
"Is that an MC Hammer reference?" Spectre Girl
said, and laughed. She ducked under a
brutal right cross, punched the offender in the throat and grinned as he
staggered back clutching his windpipe.
"Oh please! You are sooo dating yourself."
"Hey! I'm not
that old!"
"Yeah, right."
There was an unopened can of malt liquor on the table beside
the vivacious sidekick as she noticed the last man with a stun gun take aim at
her mother and mentor. Green Spectre was
kicking the shit out of two pimp thugs at the same time, and they were almost
down for the count. So Spectre Girl
picked up the overlarge can and threw it with perfect accuracy, hitting him in
the temple and knocking him out. The
unfired stun gun fell from limp fingers as he collapsed.
That left three junior pimps, one with chloroform. Then King Pimp's number one girlfriend, top
call girl and hostess of the Palace, Bethany Beavers, walked in. The stunningly gorgeous redhead took in the
carnage with wide blue eyes. Her 38D-24-36
body was well displayed in a black Playboy bunny costume, with black fishnet
hose and six inch stiletto pumps. She
even wore the white cuffs with bows at her wrists, but a slave collar around
her neck. No bunny ears or tail.
Her arrival caught them by surprise, so the two unarmed
pimps rushed them. Green Spectre saw the
pimp slam a brutal upper cut into her sexy sidekick's jaw, sending her reeling
backwards with a tiny grunt of pain. She
turned to go to her rescue, and the second pimp crashed into her back. One of his hands went around her narrow
waist, the other clamped down on her right tit.
Hard and painfully. The force of
his momentum drove the statuesque super heroine face first to the floor beneath
him.
Green Spectre twisted beneath him, drove a brutal elbow
into his cheek, then a fist into his belly.
She slipped free, but he pulled her top down. Both tits plopped out and bounced before the
amused eyes of the remaining pimps. Out
of anger, two black booted feet flew up in savage kicks, connecting with two
jaws, and putting two pimps on the floor for the count.
Green Spectre and Spectre Girl reached out and shook each
other's hand.
"We're kicking major butt tonight, Green
Spectre!" the perky blonde sidekick said, blue eyes a-sparkle with
triumphant delight.
"Halt," Bethany said.
They turned to find Bethany holding the one unused stun gun
on them. The stun guns were one-shot
wonders. Green Spectre wasn't pleased
Bethany entered the fray. It didn't take
a burly brut to shot one.
"Split up!" Green Spectre cried, darting
aside. Spectre Girl moved the other
direction. "Get Bethany, and I'll
get the last pimp."
As expected, Bethany heard and turned with wide eyes toward
Spectre Girl. That meant Green Spectre
was free to take out the pimp with the chloroform. He looked confused, about ready to toss the
chloroform to free his hands.
ZAAAPPP!
"Uugghh!" Spectre Girl
cried. "Aaaggguuhhhh!"
"No!" Green Spectre cried, spinning around. Bethany was holding the stun gun aimed at
Spectre Girl, with the sexy sidekick standing before her with arms thrown wide,
back arched and head tossed back.
"Spectre Girl!"
A second later a wet cloth was pressed over Green Spectre's
mouth and nose. The junior pimp wrapped
his other arm around her, pinning one arm down.
The sexy super heroine immediately stopped breathing, and started slowly
blowing air through her nose, to keep the fumes from rising up into her nose
and taking her out. Her free hand
grabbed the wrist of the hand pressing the chloroform to her face, trying to
pull it down with all she could muster.
Bethany, seeing what was happening and noticing that Green
Spectre was starting to pull the chloroform holding hand away, panicked. The stun gun was useless to her now, so she
tossed it aside and raced over to Green Spectre. She grabbed both tits savagely and dug in
inch long red nails. When that didn't
work, she drove her knee hard into the statuesque super heroine's crotch. And when that didn't get the job done,
Bethany stepped back and kicked her with all of her strength in the twat.
"Uuuggghh!" she
grunted, sucking in a deep breath involuntarily. The effects were immediately since she was
already oxygen deprived. Everything
started to spin and darkness began to creep inside from the side. Bethany kicked her in the pussy again, even
harder. "Uuuuggghhhh"
Green Spectre's hand fell limp at her side as she groaned
miserably. Bethany smiled evilly, then
kissed each of the sexy super heroine's heavy tits before turning back to the
groaning, moaning sidekick. The gorgeous
redhead quickly got a pair of handcuffs, and snapped them on Spectre Girl's
wrists. The pimp removed the cloth from
the chloroform-dazed super heroine, and she helplessly fell to her knees with a
groan of misery.
She felt the pimp unzip and remove her top, then pull off
her utility belt. He snapped a pair of
cuffs on her wrists, and stepped in front of the sexy super heroine. She looked up into his unmerciful face, her
mind still reeling and foggy. But she
understood what was happening. She
swallowed hard when he unzipped and pulled out his thick cock.
"You won't get away with this," Green Spectre
said when he pulled her up high on her knees by her soft blonde hair. Then he pressed his cock to her firm, full
lips, and pushed. She groaned as he
penetrated her mouth, shoving his dick deep inside. "Mmmmm. Uuuuuuuuggghh."
With the chloroform pad taken away, Green Spectre's senses
began to return. Too late. Those sexy butterflies were already dancing
in her belly, and her twat was wet and aching.
She understood as well as any super heroine the price she had to pay for
failure, for being captured.
"No! What are
you…?" Spectre Girl cried. Green
Spectre cut her eyes to see her sexy sidekick and daughter had been stripped of
top and bottoms by Bethany, and the depraved redhead was trying to shove a
monster dildo up Spectre Girl's virgin twat.
"No! No! No….Uuuugggghhhh!"
Green Spectre's eyes went as big and round as Spectre
Girl's eyes when that ten inch long, thick shaft of greased rubber slipped
inside. Spectre Girl gasped, her back
arched and she screamed when Bethany ripped through her hymen tissue,
de-flowering the teen beauty.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Spectre Girl's scream caused the other pimps to stir. Green Spectre felt a sense of dread consume
her. As the butterflies in her belly
melted into something more erotic, more sinister, she watched as Bethany forced
the first of many climaxes out of her sexy sidekick's body. Then the pimp fucking her mouth exploded in
her mouth, ballooning the vivacious vigilante's cheeks. Green Spectre swallowed as fast and as much
as she could, but still lost some that dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin
and onto her naked, bouncing tits.
"You all are going to pay dearly for this
outrage," Green Spectre said as she was pulled to her booted feet. Her
bustier and bottoms were quickly removed, and a long rent was torn in her
fishnet pantyhose from pussy all the way back over her crack. She was forced to bend over at the waist,
knees locked and another long, thick cock was thrust in her face. "No!
Oral sex is degrading to women! I
am a superior woman, a super heroine, and I demand your respect."
"Green Spectre, help!" Spectre Girl cried.
Spectre Girl was straddling a seated pimp, his huge black
cock pointing straight up at her vulnerable nether region. She had her back to him, and he began to
slide his cock back and forth, up and down her butt crack. Despite the valiant vixen's best effort, she
was quickly impaled upon that thick shaft, and forced all the way down. Seconds later she was forced to bounce up and
down upon that rod, big blue eyes crossed and heavy tits bouncing.
"Great Goddess!
Spectre Girl can't take much more before she is tamed," Green
Spectre cried. A pimp impaled Green
Spectre on his cock from behind, starting to pound her pussy with wild abandon. She groaned and shuddered, feeling that her
climax wasn't far off, either. "Ooooooohhhh."
Meanwhile, outside in the alley across the street, Ms
Americana finally arrived.
"Where are the others?" Ms Americana said.
"They went in about fifteen minutes ago," Amazing
Babe said, eyes brightening up as her personal heroine arrived. "Where have you been?"
"Sorry, my personal life interfered with my duties as
Ms Americana. Sometimes you can't do
anything about it without betraying your secret identity," Ms Americana
said. "Work related." She felt her face heating up. "The super heroine lounge is on the
sixth floor. Let's go."
Ms Americana led the beautiful blonde, teenage super
heroine around to the opposite side of the Palace as Green Spectre and Spectre
Girl went inside. They found the kitchen
door open, and slipped inside. The
kitchen staff froze, gawking at them. Ms
Americana held a red gloved index up across full red lips and gave the sign for
SHHHH.
The two super sexy super heroines slipped through the deathly
quiet kitchen, the only sound their clicking heels. Ms Americana was used to that kind of
reaction from men, but it kinda freaked Amazing Babe out a little.
The kitchen opened out into the room called Stripper
Heaven. That was the only room patrons
could order a meal. There were ten
stages, all occupied by beautiful young women willing to do ANYTHING.
"Men come to strip clubs and brothels to eat?"
Amazing Babe said.
"Actually, I've heard the Stripper Heaven kitchen
serves one of the best, and cheapest, steak dinners in Delta City," Ms
Americana said. She shrugged. "Go figure."
They strode out of the kitchen and into The Palace's main
stripper room. The music didn't stop,
but everyone that spotted them stopped and gawked. Except the two bouncers at the main
door. The door Ms Americana and Amazing
Babe were heading towards.
"What do you think, Amazing Babe? Do you think they'll let us pass without a
fight?"
"Doesn't look like it, Ms Americana," she said.
They stopped before the two bouncers, both having moved to
block the exit. The two curvaceous vigilante
crime fighters struck arrogant poses before the bouncers and looked upon them
with utter contempt.
"Well, lookie there, Burt," the big black bouncer
said. "Looks like Ms Americana has
already replaced Flag Twat with a new sidekick."
"Yeah, I see that, Dion," Burt said. Burt was an inch shorter than Dion, but
heavier muscled. Both were body
builders. Burt also had long blonde hair
and baby blue eyes. Ms Americana's first
though, "Such a pretty boy."
The blonde bouncer sneered.
"She seems to have a tasted for fat titted blondes."
"Don't we all, Burt," Dion said, laughing. "Don't we all."
"You BOYS should save yourselves a severe beating and
step aside," Ms Americana said, baby blues fierce.
"Yeah, and go practice your jokes. They are like, so lame," Amazing Babe
said.
"I have a better idea," Dion said. "You two get up on the main stage, take
your tops off and give us all a lively lesbo sex
show."
"You know you want to," Burt said.
"Just for that, I'm kicking both of your stinking
butts," Ms Americana snarled.
"Ha! Too
funny," Burt said. "Either one
of us is twice as big as both of you together."
"But we both have super strength," Ms Americana
said smugly. "I personally am as
strong as ten men."
"Good thing we have eleven men, then," Dion said,
and pointed behind the super heroines.
Both shapely vixens slanted looks over their shoulders. Nothing.
But when they turned back to face the bouncers, they found two big fists
streaking straight into their faces.
"BAM!"
"Ooff!" they cried,
feet coming off the floor.
The two super heroines hit the floor, but rolled opposite
directions. In a flash they were both on
their feet and in fighting stances. Ms
Americana blocked Dion's follow up, and threw him
over her hip. Amazing Babe ducked under
Burt's right cross, and pound three quickly shots to his ribs. Two more kicks, and the bouncers were down
and out.
"Arrogant fools," Ms Americana sneered.
"Yes, you are," Bethany Beavers said, standing in
the door now. "You're almost as
arrogant as you are ignorant."
"Oh look, King Pimp's top bimbo bunny," Amazing
Babe said with superior airs.
"Shouldn't you be upstairs, legs spread and getting banged
royally?"
"I'm going to go out of my way to ensure you get most
of the really nasty, kinky johns," Bethany said to Amazing Babe.
"You and what army?" Amazing Babe said.
"Why this army," she said smugly, and snapped her
fingers. Two notorious junior pimps at
the Palace stepped through the door and took up positions to either side of the
gorgeous redhead. JJ Rod and Mr. Cocks
were huge, black pimps. Former street
pimps and gang-bangers, they had well earned reputations as vicious fighters. "Any other questions, blondie?"
"You are seriously understaffed if you wish to defeat
us," Ms Americana said.
"Really?" Bethany said. "Mr. Cocks and JJ Rod are each worth
three men. Agreed?" Ms Americana had fought both before, so
nodded her agreement. "Good, and
the two bouncers behind you are each worth 2 men. So, that's 2 + 2 + 3 + 3 equals ten, and then
add me. Eleven. We outgun even you, Ms A."
"Hmmm, somehow I don't like your math," Ms
Americana said, fully confident she could take them all out all by herself.
"You do have one other disadvantage," Bethany
said, stepping up close and leering at her.
"Which is?"
"I don't think you fight as well….TOPLESS!"
Bethany cried, ripping off Ms Americana's red, white and blue top. The sexy super heroine immediately crossed
her arms before her naked tits.
"Get them, boys!"
Before she knew what was happening, JJ Rod stepped up and
smashed a right cross into her face.
"Ugh!" she cried, spun around, arms flying wide, and
staggering two steps. Dion was waiting
for her, and slammed a fist into her face.
"Ooff!"
While Dion and JJ Rod played super heroine ping-pong with
Ms Americana's face, Amazing Babe had her own problems. Burt had wrapped his arms around her, pinning
her arms down. Mr. Cocks didn't
hesitate, and was soon treating her face and boobs like boxing speed bags.
Within minutes both super heroines were on their knees
before them, heads spinning and groaning pitifully. Four men unzipped. The two bouncers knelt behind the helpless
heroines, pulled their costume bottoms down, and inserted hard cocks. It took just seconds, and the curvaceous
beauties were impaled before they realized the danger.
"Uuuggghhh!" Ms
Americana cried, back arching and baby blues wide.
"No! I've been
DEFLOWERED!" Amazing Babe cried.
"You will not get away with…MMmmggghh,"
Ms Americana cried, stifled when JJ Rod thrust his long, thick black cock deep
into her hot, wet mouth. Entwining his
thick fingers within her soft, black hair, he forced her to start bobbing up
and down his shaft, baby blues wide in disbelief. "Hmmmggghhhh! Ugh! Mmmmmmmgghhh."
"Oh Goddess, Ms Am….Mmmmmmmmmgggghhhh!"
"Don't you love it when they ignorantly cry out, so
you can stick your cock in their mouths?" Mr. Cocks said, chuckling. "I think they WANT to suck cock."
"Of course they do," Bethany said
matter-of-factly. "They don't call
it the Aphrodite gene for nothing, you know.
They were born horny, and will only find bliss in sex. Scientific fact."
By this time, the liquid heat of building climax had
already burned away the butterflies in her belly. Ms Americana groaned low, trying desperately
to clear her mind. It was so damned hard
to think while being fucked. So
hard. So hard. And so easy to just stop fighting, and let it
happen.
Unfortunately for Ms Americana, she'd been fucked so much
and so thoroughly over the past week, on a nightly basis, that her body was
responding with super speed. Her body
and will were already trained to submit after the previous three nights of
failures, captures and hours and hours and hours of sex for money.
"Americana is starting to suck me," JJ Rod said,
very pleased. SLURP! "And this bitch is GOOD."
The super sexy Queen of Justice heard him, and felt a
twinge of both shame and joy. She had to
be REALLY good to impress a pimp with her BJ, and she always wanted to be the
best at everything she did, but at the same time she HATED pimps.
"Mmmm," she said. SLURP!
"Tasty." SLURP! "Hhmmmuugghh."
"Ms Americana is almost tamed, boys," Bethany
said, eyes bright. "Fuck her
harder!"
"This bitch is going down fast," Dion said. "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't
been here fucking her at the time."
Dion doubled the rate he was fucking Ms Americana. She groaned wantonly, her mind all but
scrambled now. The sexy super heroine
understood, deep down, that she was in dire jeopardy, but couldn't quite wrap
her mind around the danger. All she
could think about was the two cocks reaming her out splendidly. And that promised climax was almost
ready. Almost ready. Almost…..there.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
she cried. Then came again. "Aaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"I'll take this," Bethany said, and unfastened Ms
Americana's golden power belt.
Ms Americana was fucked by the two bouncers and the two
junior pimps for the next two hours. So
was Amazing Babe. Really, they two
statuesque super heroines were passed around between them. Then Bethany started finding them customers,
making sure neither of them went more than a few minutes without a cock deep
inside. After a few tricks, neither
super heroine needed Bethany to find them johns. The men were lined up waiting.
About two o'clock that night, most of the johns were
gone. It was Thanksgiving Day the next
day, after all. They had family
get-togethers to attend, after all.
Bethany placed thick black slave collars around their slender necks,
attached leashes and gave the leashes to the two pimps. Mr. Cocks took Ms Americana and JJ Rod took
control of Amazing Babe.
"Now it is time for you to meet King Pimp, your new
lord and master," Bethany said, grinning with wicked glee, and snapped
handcuffs on the two captured super heroines.
"There, you're perfect now."
Bethany led the way, with both heroine's costumes bundled
in her arms. The two pimps led the
captured beauties proudly, giving their leashes just enough tugs to keep them
stumbling. The stumbling made their huge
tits bounce even more, and thus put on a better show. With their wrists cuffed behind their backs,
there really wasn't anything either could do about it.
"What do we do, Ms A?" Amazing Babe said.
"Not much choice right now -- " she said, when a
black and blue figure dropped down from above.
"Hai!" Azure Angel
cried, kicking left, then right.
"Know the wrath of the NINJA!"
"We're saved!" Amazing Babe cried out joyfully.
Azure Angel started a series of non-stop roundhouses. The super sexy Asian Avenger pushed JJ Rod
and Mr. Cocks back, back, back. Then JJ
Rod tried to dart inside her guard, but she took him down with her next roundhouse. She continued after Mr. Cocks.
"Wow! She's
like a little blue and black tornado!" Amazing Babe said, eyes big and
impressed.
"Ugh!" Mr. Cocks cried, and dropped. Unconscious.
"Bethany, I suggest you release us now, before our
friend feels obliged to kick your sweet round ass, too," Ms Americana
sneered. "I warned you we would be
avenged."
"Oh…I…um…," Bethany hemmed and hawed, not sure
what to do. She was a lover, not a
fighter.
Then they all noticed something unusual. Azure Angel was stumbling around.
"What's the matter?" Ms Americana cried.
"Dizzy," the Asian Avenger said. "Ooooooo."
Bethany's eyes widened, she whooped with joy and ran over
to Azure Angel. She picked up a straight
back chair, and smashed over the hapless heroine's head. The pint-sized super heroine dropped, moaning
and groaning. Seconds later, cuffs bound
her wrists behind her back and a collar encircled her delicate neck.
"Oh no! I'm
shamed my honor and have been captured!"
"What is it about super heroines and stating the
obvious?" Bethany said.
The bunny costumed redhead took up all three leashes and
led the dejected trio of shapely beauties to the elevator. There was a car waiting, and they were
quickly on their way up to the Super Heroine Lounge.
"Welcome to Super Heroine Purgatory," Bethany
quoted the sign above the doors.
"But don't worry, you'll all fit right in."
Ms Americana, Amazing Babe and Azure Angel were pulled into
the main parlor of the Super Heroine lounge.
They gawked a long minute at the sexual depravity on display. On stage, Got Gal was strap-on fucking
Spectre Girl, Green Spectre was strap-on fucking Got Chic and Lady Midnight was
strap-on fucking Flag Girl. Wolf Woman
was pole dancing, while Shield, Champion Girl and Jungle Babe were sucking and
fucking johns in the audience.
"Well, well, well, look at this," King Pimp's
deep base voice boomed out joyfully.
"The last three of Delta City's top super heroines, the Daring Dumb
Dozen, have arrived."
"Ms Americana and Amazing Babe are already broken in,
King Pimp," Bethany said. "In
fact, we've had them working pretty hard all evening down in Stripper
Heaven."
"I know," he said. "I watched on closed circuit TV. Hell, we ALL did."
#
# #
"Welcome, my friends, and Happy Thanksgiving!"
King Pimp's voice boomed. "As you
see, your positions at the table are marked.
Please take your seats, and the meal will begin."
The dining table was a huge circle affair. The middle was open, so staff could serve
from there. At each place setting was a
display, a center-piece if you will.
There were twelve large lazy susan, flat round
servers that spun around. Atop each
knelt a fully costumed super heroine.
Before Esha was Jungle Babe, and Mistress Tabitha was given
Flag Girl. Kid Rotten was blessed with
Green Spectre, while her daughter Spectre Girl was given to JJ Rod. The Chief of Vice wasn’t forgotten, though
grumpy about losing Brenda Wade to King Pimp, so the magnanimous pimp let him
have Amazing Babe for the day. Dragon
Queen was given Champion Girl to play with, while Lady Midnight was turned over
to Erica Sambino. The mob boss had more
than a few axes to grind with the costumed Assistant DA. Milk Man got to indulge his lust for big, fat
titties with Got Gal. Mr. Cocks got Got Chic, and Bethany got the super heroine she wanted the
most, Azure Angel.
And of course, Ms Americana knelt on the lazy susan before King Pimp.
"These vivacious, vanquished super vixens are yours to
use and abuse for the rest of the day and night! Trade, share, whatever. Just have FUN!"
His guests cheered and clapped.
"Happy Vanquished Super Heroine Thanksgiving, to one
and all!"
THE END