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LADY KATANA: VICE

By Dark One

“Lady Katana!” roving TV report Angie Brightheart called. She was a gorgeous blonde, blue-eyed woman. She was the top "crime" reporter in the city. "A word, please."

The super stacked FEM Fighter turned and smiled, striking a particularly striking super heroine pose for the cameras. And at five eleven, with a 40DD-26-36 body, she was impressive in many ways. She was more than willing to speak to Angie. The reporter always gave her great press, and was a staunch supporter of super heroines and FEM Fighters. Not to mention, in her secret identity of rich heiress and socialite Tiffany Hightower, she was friends with Angie.

"Always for you, Angie," Lady Katana said. She was striking in her steel gray bustier and French cut bottoms, midnight blue latex "hose" going into midnight blue thigh boots. Her mask, choker and latex opera gloves were also midnight blue, as were her dark blue eyes. Her waist-length dark brown hair was wavy, silky soft and lustrous. Around her waist was a dark blue FEM belt, with dark blue Power Braces on her wrists. The Power Brace on her left wrist projected a force shield powerful enough to stop a tank round. The right Power Brace projected a stun beam. Both of the braces sucked energy directly from shapely her body, so she had to be careful how much she used them or suffer the consequences. Even her FEM belt pulled power from her when the force shield was protecting her from bullets. "How can I help you?"

Angie was a good five ten, with a statuesque body as well, but her 38Ds were no where near as impressive as the sexy super heroine's legendary rack. But she was tastefully sexy in standard business issue "suit," power red jacket, black skirt, dark pantyhose and black pumps. Her camera man, Leon, was more comfortably dressed in faded jeans, athletic shoes and red polo shirt.

"Tell us, Lady Katana, what do you think of the new crime static report that came out this morning? I understand that VICE, or all things, has quadrupled, though arrests are down fifty percent," Angie said. It was a carefully kept secret between the two women, but two years back Angie was doing a report on prostitution, ran afoul of a vicious pimp, and was waylaid by him. For six months she hooked on the mean streets after hours, in the absolutely worse, most destitute part of town. Lady Katana rescued her, and sent that vile pimp to prison for ten years. And, she kept Angie's terrible secret. "Deputy Chief Clarence Jackson said there is no prostitution problem in our fair city, but I for one beg to disagree. What are your thoughts on the subject?"

Lady Katana's beautiful, dark blue eyes narrowed at the camera. "Chief Jackson is a lying dog. The Vice Department is the most incompetently run department in the police department. The Deputy Chief and all of his officers should be fired, if not investigated by Internal Affairs and sent to prison for duplicity."

"Duplicity? You think they are HELPING the pimps and madams of the city?"

"I can't prove anything, but it is suspicious looking, to say the least," Lady Katana said. "But I intend to find out. All I can say is, if they are not on the take, then they are the biggest bunch of incompetent morons imaginable."

"Wow! You heard it here, Ocean City. Lady Katana is on the job," Angie Brightheart said, looking into the camera. "I don't know about you, but I feel safer already. This is Angie Brightheart, back to you in the studio." She smiled brightly for a ten count, then said, "Cut. That's a wrap, Leon. Let's get this back to the studio for the noon broadcast."

"You got it, Angie," Leon said, and headed for their news van.

"Good luck, Lady Katana," Angie said. Her bright blue eyes hardened. "No mercy. Please."

"You know my motto when it comes to pimps and madams," Lady Katana said, locking eyes with the beautiful reporter. "No quarter asked, no quarter given."

"I like it. No mercy," Angie said, smiling darkly. "Those malicious scumbags don't deserve any mercy or compassion."

"They won't get it from me, either."

They nodded good-bye, sharing a last dark, blue-eyed look and went their separate ways. As Angie and Leon drove away into their news van, Lady Katana entered the police headquarters building. The men she was looking for were all in the main lobby, huddled together speaking in heated, but hushed tones. They clammed up when Deputy Chief Jackson spotted her approaching and shushed the others.

Deputy Chief Clarence Jackson was a short, extremely stout man with cold gray eyes and a silvery streaked flat-top hair cut. He always seemed to be chewing on a big old Stogie cigar, whether it was lit or not. The head vice cop never wore a uniform, but preferred to wear a dark gray suit, white shirt and red tie. Every day. The sexy super heroine suspected it was his only suit, dress shirt and tie.

With Jackson was the Mayor Anita Jennings, Police Chief Howard Strain and some other government and police lackeys. She dealt with most of them on an almost daily basis, both as Lady Katana and as her alter ego, multi-millionaire socialite Tiffany Hightower. A former Miss Teenage America, she was renown for her generous contributions to most charities, especially those concerning abused women and children, shelters and such. She prided herself in being Ocean City's most famous and beloved socialite. As such, she was a frequent visitor to city hall and the police headquarters in her never ending fight for the downtrodden, social justice and the fight to end vice and debauchery in her beloved city.

Everyone frowned at the sight of her, including the mayor. But Mayor Jennings recovered quickly and pasted on a bright smile to greet her. The men just scowled at her. The police "tolerated" super heroines and FEM Fighters. Lady Katana was one of the city's most esteemed FEM Fighters.

You could've heard a pin drop as she approached. Whatever they'd been discussing apparently had to wait for her to leave. The clicking of her five inch stilettos on the highly polished floor echoed loudly. The super stacked FEM Fighter struck a super heroine pose before them, a smug smile curling her full red lips. Every set of male eyes dropped to her 40DDs, while the Mayor looked her dead in the eyes.

"Lady Katana, what a pleasure to run into you," Mayor Jennings said, taking the FEM Fighter's delicate hand in both of hers for a brief shake. "To what do we attribute this pleasure?"

"I just read the Hensen Report on Crime," Lady Katana said, noting how the Chief cringed ever so slightly. The mayor's smile wavered ever so slightly, and Deputy Chief Jackson just scowled at her more intently, gnawing on an unlit stogie. "I was shocked. Shocked at how they brushed the city's SHAMEFUL and bustling sex industry under the rug. Mother of God, you'd think we lived in Vatican City."

"Well, Ms Katana, you gotta give credit where credit is due," Deputy Chief Jackson said, puffing out his chest. "Me and my boys really took care of business this year."

Lady Katana turned toward the offensive little man. He looked quite smug and pleased with himself. She was disgusted.

"First off, Jackson," she said, disrespecting him by using just his last name. She knew he HATED that. "It is LADY Katana. Jackson." They shared a fiery gaze filled with animosity for a long second. "Secondly, I don't know who you THINK you're fooling, but the Tenderloin District doubled in size last year, with a dozen new brothels opening that I can think of just off the top of my head. I don't know who is getting paid off, and by how much, but something sinister is afoot and I will find out what it is. And who is guilty."

"Now, now," Mayor Jennings said soothingly. "Let's not go tossing unfounded accusations around like that, Lady Katana. If what you say is true, I'm sure there is a very good reason the commission came to the conclusion that they did."

"Of course," Lady Katana said. "They ONLY looked at arrest and conviction records. That would require Vice to actually arrest someone. When was the last time anyone was arrested by Vice? When was the last time a brothel was raided, much less shut down my Vice?"

"Vice has been very busy…" Deputy Chief Jackson started to say, eyes blazing.

"Collecting bribes?" Lady Katana sneered. "That is the only explanation. Vice is protecting the pimps and madams, for pay."

"Those are some serious accusations, Lady Katana," Chief Strain said. He was not pleased. He never was when she spoke with him as Lady Katana or Tiffany. "If you cannot prove them, then I suspect Chief Jackson has grounds to sue for …."

"Stop the BS, Chief," she said. "The good citizens of this city see the decay first hand every day. You're not fooling them, either. No jury would believe him, or award a judgment against me." She looked the Vice Chief over with disdainful eyes. "I'd like to see him try."

The FEM Fighters had some crack attorneys working for them. Despite fighting for the public good, risking their health and lives, people were frequently the innocent bystanders being affected. Many sued the super heroines and FEM Fighters that saved their lives. The villains weren't available to sue, or were too scary to sue, so it was safer and easier to sue a masked vigilante. Their lawyers took care of that nuisance for them.

"In fact," Lady Katana said. "I will prove my case, and then I will clean out the infamous Tenderloin District myself. Maybe after that, the powers that be will develop a backbone and DO SOMETHING about the other red light districts in the city." She slanted a scathing look at Deputy Chief Jackson. "I'd start by tossing the current Vice Department leadership in the slammer and rebuilding the department from the top down."

With that, Lady Katana spun on a tall stiletto heel, and marched out of Police Headquarters. She went straight to her steel gray and blue sports car, and roared away. Starting that night, she would teach them a lesson in humility they wouldn't soon forget.

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A year back, the Tenderloin District was four city blocks where Gentlemen's clubs and peepshows and some lingerie "modeling" studios had set up shop at the edge of a business/warehouse area. There were a lot of boutiques that sold lingerie and fetish wear, things strippers would wear on the job. The district was the place for women to go shopping sexually amped up clothes. It had been that way for at least three decades. Then nine months back hookers moved in, to exploit the horny men coming out of the strip joints.

Soon, honest businesses were moving out. Office buildings were converted into brothels. Warehouses turned into strip clubs, usually of a seedier nature than the old Gentlemen's clubs. It went downhill fast. So fast most of the city's super heroines missed it.

Lady Katana roared into the Tenderloin about sundown. There was no reason to go earlier. The hookers didn't turn out until after four in the afternoon, and the district didn't really get hoping until after ten at night. The strip joints all opened around eleven in the morning, for the lunch crowd.

The Tenderloin now covered ten city blocks. About half the buildings and warehouses were abandoned. She scowled at their pathetic husks. One day, if someone didn't act fast, they would be filled with sex industry businesses. One porn mogul already snatched up a whole block of warehouse and office space, and had set up shop. Most of the porn filmed in Ocean City was filmed in the Tenderloin, and most of that by that porn baron.

Lady Katana drove up and down every street of the Tenderloin. The site of her familiar car frightened some of the hookers off the street. More of the pushers ran for it. It was a heady sight to see big, burly men running for cover just because she drove by them. The sexy FEM Fighter enjoyed frightening men.

After her once-through, Lady Katana knew where to start. She parked at the north end of the district. The vigilante vixen got out and headed south. The pushers and hookers scattered before her. Well, most did anyway.

Lady Katana glowered at the holdouts. Hookers disgusted her to the core. How pathetic were you to sell your sacred body to sleazy men? Worse, they GAVE themselves to a pimp or madam to whore out. They were little more than property, sex slaves, though they would be outraged if told that.

"Hello, Katrina, moved across town I see," she said, spotting a familiar face in the crowd. Katrina was a thirty-five year old hooker, who could pass for late twenties. "I thought you'd be smart enough to run away upon seeing me."

"New shoes," Katrina said, dark eyes narrowed. "Pinch my toes, you know? Hurts to run."

Lady Katana couldn't allow that defiance to stand. She strode straight over and backhanded the veteran hooker. Katrina staggered back and fell on her rump. The FEM Fighter pulled to her feet by the hair, and then tossed her into a light post. The remaining hookers began slinking away with frequent worried looks at the angry FEM Fighter.

"Mercy!" Katrina cried.

"Leave, and don't come back," Lady Katana said, shoving her away.

Katrina staggered away, doubled over and clearly hurting from the thrashing. Lady Katana frowned at her. She hated beating up women, but sometimes that was all they understood. For hookers, it was worse. She could only imagine their pimps had trained them to believe they needed to have their butts handed to them to mean it was important.

She only got a half block in before a surly looking pimp stepped up to block her path. Full red lips curled into a dark smile as she headed for him. He was a seven foot tall redhead, with shoulder length hair and huge bulging muscles. He looked like a Highland warrior out of some movie. And, he just happened to be of Scottish descent.

Angus Campbell glowered at with murderous blue eyes.

"Who do you think you are?" Angus thundered. His voiced was deep and ominous. "Go away and leave my girls alone, woman."

"I think I'm the girl about to put your overgrown male butt back in its place," Lady Katana said.

Angus was the city's most successful street pimp. He worked over two hundred girls in the Tenderloin and other red light districts. He drove around in a pimped out SUV, and was something of a minor celebrity in some quarters. As Tiffany, she bumped into him a few times at the clubs for the city's rich, famous and beautiful. She couldn't prove it, but once she became inexplicably drunk and horny, and spent forty-five minutes making out with Angus in a dark corner, before she was lured up atop a table to do a striptease. It was her eighteenth birthday, she was the reigning Miss Teenage America and she wasn't sure how many men she had "relations" with that night. She remembered Angus, Larry Kemp and Sean Simpson, and blacked out for the rest of the night. Thank God the press never learned of it, or she would've been dethroned, humiliated beyond belief. That was five years ago. This would be her first chance to repay Angus for reaming out her ass that night with his twelve inch cock.

The redheaded pimp flexed his muscles. It was quite a display. He surely would've impressed a rival male, but she was a superior woman. Lady Katana was a FEM Fighter, and one of the city's most esteemed crime fighters. Most of the men she fought were bigger than her, heavily muscled and violent. She kicked all of their butts, and she would do the same to Angus.

"I'm going to beat you down, Lady Bitch, then fuck you into submission," Angus cried. "Then, I'm going to PIMP your ass."

"Wanna bet?" she said, smiling smugly. "I eat men like you for breakfast, then floss with a drug pusher or two. You don't frighten me, Papa pimp."

That made him stop and go, "Huh?" Then he frowned, and said, "Have you already taken a blow to the head, girl? Papa Pimp works his girls on the southeast side of the Tenderloin. I'm Angus Campbell."

That made Lady Katana frown. "I didn't know there was an actual pimp named Papa Pimp. Why am I not surprised?"

The heroine and the pimp squared off and glared at each other. Even in her five inch stilettos, Lady Katana found herself more than a head shorter than the pimp. As the moved closer, she had no doubt she would defeat him handily. He might be a foot plus taller, and maybe three times her weight but she wore a FEM belt. That made her as strong as ten strong men, or three to five times as strong as Angus. He was that big.

He'd dealt successfully with men as big and strong as Angus many times. The fools helped her, by underestimating her. She found it useful and amusing, despite being insulting. The sexy FEM Fighter was real good at teaching lessons in respect men didn't forget lightly.

"You got spunk, Lady Cunt," Angus said, then grabbed his groin. "I like girls with spunk. And you heroine types break so pretty on my big cock."

Lady Katana hesitated. She remembered that cock. Could never forget it. Twelve inches of pure agony, as he pushed it up her poop chute. Lucky for her, that night five years back he only wanted a quickie from her. If he'd kept fucking her then she would've been broken and tamed, and Lady Katana would've never been born.

It was just a week after that encounter that Tiffany purchased the FEM belt around her waist. Her disastrous birthday party wasn't the reason she became a FEM Fighter, but it convinced her she was making the right decision. At the time, she didn't know Angus was a filthy pimp, otherwise she would've gone after him.

Angus charged her. He knew she was distracted. But he didn't know how fast she was, so she blocked his knockout right cross, caught his wrist and tossed him over her shoulder. He rolled to his feet, despite be taken completely by surprise. Pimps beat women into submission, and were never tossed around by them. She charged in before he could square off with her, and barely ducked beneath his backhand.

"You're fast for a big man," she conceded. "But not fast enough to save you from my wrath."

Lady Katana ducked under another right cross, stepped inside his guard and smashed a roundhouse to the side of his head. Angus grunted and fell back a step. She kicked him in the groin, doubled him up and slammed a knee into his unprotected face. The pimp fell to his knees with a look of pain and astonishment.

"On your feet, pimp. I'm not through with you yet," she said, taunting him. She couldn't stop thinking about how he laughed at her that night five years ago, as she gasped and begged for him to stop. Stop shoving his way too big cock up her butt. The more she cried and begged for mercy, the harder he laughed and the harder he fucked her. And the worst part, he climaxed her. Five times. Those were the only climaxes she'd ever had. Nothing before or after. "I'm going to shove my foot up your ass and see how you like it."

He got up, and she knocked him back down. Up and down, up and down. She never gave him time to set his feet, to assume a fighting stance, before she knocked him back down to his knees. He never gave that eighteen year old beauty queen a chance.

"Okay, you win," Angus said. He was on all fours before her, shaking his head after that last kick to the head she'd delivered. "I'll go away."

"Leave the city and never come back," she said.

"Whatever," he said. "I've had enough."

"Good boy," she sneered, smiling smugly. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. "And good riddance."

Angus staggered to his feet, still bent over and looking like he was struggling. She frowned, assuming a super heroine pose just a foot before him. Lady Katana wanted him to remember her properly, as powerful and dominant. Then he clasped his hands together, and brought that double-sized fist straight up into her chin.

"Ugh," she grunted, staggering back. A second later Angus' big, hard fist slammed into her belly. Lady Katana doubled up around that fist. "Ooooff!"

He threw her up against a brick wall, and backhanded her in the face as she bounced off. Lady Katana's booted feet flew up in the air and she landed hard on her head.

"Take that, you stuck up bitch," Angus cried.

He tried to stomp on her belly. The vivacious vigilante rolled to the side, and back to her feet. Before he knew what was happening she sent a roundhouse to his head, then followed up with a combination to the body with FEM belt enhanced fist. Angus grunted and stumbled back.

Lady Katana tried to take him down for once and all with a brutal right cross, but Angus ducked and tried to seize her slender throat. She batted his grasping hand down, and he grabbed her costume between her 40DDs. A second later he laughed and yanked down hard.

"Yikes!" Lady Katana cried, backpedaling and crossing her arms over her suddenly naked tits. "How dare you strip my breasts! You…you….malefactor!"

Angus just laughed, taunted her by shaking her steel gray bustier at her and then raced into the door behind him. Dark blue eyes flashed, and Lady Katana charged through the door after him. He would not be allowed to keep his "trophy." Many of the city's miscreants played a game called Coup, where they earned points by steal bits of clothing off super heroines.

As soon as she passed through the door Lady Katana knew she was inside a hooker hotel. They were cramming as many tiny rooms as possible into that old office building, to make as much off the misery of prostitution as possible. It made her blood boil to think about it.

The night clerk at the check-in desk gawked at her with big eyes, and those eyes were glued to her naked, jiggling tits. He was young and gangly. Angus, though, was halfway up the first flight of stairs. Lady Katana raced after him, her massive tits bouncing all about unfettered. Very annoying, but nothing she could do about it until she retrieved her lost bustier.

"Angus, you better drop my top, or I'll rip you a new asshole!" she cried, heading up the stairs in a rage.

Angus wasn't going up the stairs as fast as the FEM Fighter. Her FEM belt gave her strength and speed, and she could run very fast. And that translated to running up stairs, too. She caught him before he reached the second floor, much to his chagrin.

"Give it to me!" she cried, reaching for the bustier clutched in his hand.

While she was distracted, Angus backhanded her. Lady Katana's arms cartwheeled a second, trying to regain her balance, then she fell straight back and tumbled down the stairs to the next landing. She staggered to her feet with murder in her eyes.

"Oops!" he said, and laughed. Angus turned and started back up the stairs. "Catch me if you can, Lady Bouncing Tits!"

"Bouncing….! Oooh!" she cried out in fury. "How dare you mock me! I am Lady KATANA, pimp. Respect me, or suffer my wrath."

Lady Katana couldn't move as fast as before. Her FEM belt sucked energy and stamina from her whenever she used her Power Braces or her FEM belt. The beating and tumble down the stair had forced the belt to help heal her, to give her super human endurance. So she wasn't so much battered as tired. But still, she caught him on the third floor of the five story building.

This time, though, she used her head. Lady Katana lifted her right arm, aimed at Angus's back and pressed a button on the Power Brace with the left hand. A bright white beam of light flashed for a fraction of a second. It struck the seven foot tall pimp in the back. He cried out and stumbled, but didn't fall. The Power Brace was on low, of course.

"That was just a sample of what I can do," she cried. "Give me back my bustier and surrender." She pointed her fist at him, increased the power of the next beam and placed her finger over the trigger button. "Or else."

"Okay! Okay!" Angus said, scowling at her. He held out her bustier. "Take the damn top back."

Lady Katana smiled smugly. Few men wanted a second taste of her Power Brace stunner. She walked over to Angus, pretending her bouncing 40DDs didn't bother her, and reached for the dangling bustier. But instead Angus tossed it straight up.

"Oh!" Lady Katana cried, her eyes following the bustier up, and her hands reaching up to catch it. Too late she realized her mistake. Angus stepped in close and slammed a fist into her belly, then a right cross into the side of her head. "Uuggghh!"

The FEM Fighter rolled with the blow, and slammed into the wall back first seconds later. Before she could regain her senses, Angus threw several punches into her jostling tits, causing intense pain.

"Uuuuuuughhhhh!" she cried. "Stop it!"

He sent a right uppercut to her chin, then kneed her between the legs. Lady Katana dropped to her knees, head reeling and her body wracked with pain. Angus reached down to the small of her back, and unfastened the FEM belt, de-powering the hapless heroine. Tossing the belt aside, he grabbed Lady Katana by her long, brown hair and yanked her to wobbly feet, then ran the sexy heroine headlong into the opposite wall.

The lights went out for the super fine FEM Fighter and she crumbled into a pile at the pimp's feet. She was out for the count.

"Ha!" Angus laughed. "Got you!"

Angus picked up her dropped bustier and FEM belt, then grabbed Lady Katana by the hair and dragged her limp body down the long hallway to a room he kept in the hotel. After all, he owned the hotel.

Angus stripped her out of her boots, gloves and latex pantyhose. In less than a minute after being dragged into that room Lady Katana was stripped down to mask and choker. In the center of the room was a round piece of furniture, padded and covered in red leather. All around the edge was steel rings.

Lady Katana was dumped atop at piece of bondage furniture. She was just beginning to come around. He forced her to all fours in her dazed and confused state, then spread her knees wide and bound then in place securely with rope. Her knees were bound to rings to either side, while her ankles were tied to rings behind her on the red overlarge stool like device, leaving her feet hanging off. Next, Angus bound her wrists together before her body, then tied the upper arms together just above her elbows, then she was forced to lean down on her bound elbows with her hands extended before her. Ropes held her elbow in place, and secured to rings to either side, while more rope was tied to a ring straight in front of her.

Lady Katana regained full consciousness tied in that most sexually vulnerable position, de-powered and naked. Before she could complain or threaten him, Angus thrust a blue rubber ball-gag between her teeth and buckled it behind her head.

"Mmmmm! Uuuuggghhmmm!" she cried, shaking her head in a pathetic attempt to dislodge the hated ball-gag.

Angus laughed and stripped in front of her. Lady Katana's eyes all but bugged out at the sight of his engorged twelve inch cock. But to her at that moment, his dick looked ten feet long and five feet in diameter. She didn't remember his balls being so big, either. She shook her head NO desperately.

"Oh, my pretty, you will not escape a sound fucking tonight," Angus said. He caressed her face, enjoying the satiny smoothness of it, then he cruelly pinched her nose closed until she started turning purple and bucking hysterically. Well, as much as she could buck tied up like that. "Ha ha! You are too much fun, Lady Titanic Tits"

Angus spent the next twenty minutes playing with her aching tits. They still hurt from him using them as punching bags earlier. But he was much nicer to them. Too nice. After just a few minutes of squeezing, caressing and nipple rolling, her body began to change. She became all hot and tingly, panting through her nose. Soon, she was sweating and the tingle had turned into a liquid, erotic heat that frightened her.

Within five minutes she realized it was possible she would climax. Lady Katana fought the need to release. She wouldn't give Angus the pleasure of climaxing her. She was determined the pimp would not tame her. But within ten minutes, she knew it would be a hard won victory if she withstood his sexual attack. By twenty minutes, she understood it was no longer a matter of if, but of when.

"I'm not sure which one of us will enjoy this more," Angus said, moving up behind Lady Katana. She felt his hands on her hips and rump, then toying with her quivering, aching twat. "Wow, you certainly are wet for a chaste, good girl."

Lady Katana felt her face flame with shame. Then she forgot her shame and humiliation as his cock caressed her inner thighs. The well hung pimp didn't waste time, and guided his colossal cock straight up to her waiting pussy. A second later the head of that super-sized penis pushed into her slit, and pressed up against her vagina.

"This is the stick I am going to beat you into submission with, Lady Whore," Angus sneered, and pushed hard.

"Uuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhh!" Lady Katana cried around the ball-gag. He stared pounding her pussy, and within less than a minute, she climaxed, "Aaaiiieeee! Aaaiiiieee! Ugh! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!"

Lady Katana was fucked stupid by the pimp. He fucked her hard and nonstop for forty-five minutes. Her orgasms were coming one right after another, seconds apart, by the time he emptied his seed into her.

Lady Katana was barely coherent, but knew what was coming. Unmasking. If he recognized her, and she was sure he would, then Angus would own her. He would be able to blackmailing her, and she would pay anything he asked, do anything he commanded. She was sure he would force her into prostitution. But he surprised her by just dressing and leaving with just a, "Don't go anywhere."

Lady Katana looked around for the first time. She was inside some kind of bondage, girl taming room. There was a different kind of bondage "rack" in each corner, with more lining three of the four walls. Some held a girl upright in a standing position, others in kneeling and others in sitting positions. It was a large room with ten racks, not counting the one she was fastened tight to in the middle of the room.

Next to the door was a table, with her costume dumped atop it. That included her FEM belt and Power Braces. All she had to do was figure out how to get her hands on it before Angus dragged her off and forced her to prostitute herself. But once he unmasked her, the FEM belt and Power Braces were useless to her.

"There she is, my man," Angus' booming bass of a voice declared. Lady Katana's body jerked, startled. "The one and only, Lady Katana. She's trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and ready to be stuffed by you."

"Hundred dollars you say?"

"That's right. Only a hundred, and you can fuck the legendary Lady Katana," Angus said, shocking her to her core. He was pimping her out already! As Lady Katana. And she was helpless to stop him. "And a bargain at that price, too."

"I agree," the stranger said.

"Thank you, sir," Angus said. She could only guess he just received a hundred dollars. From her first JOHN. "Enjoy."

The horny john quickly crawled up behind her, and went to town. He was only the first. Man after man, mostly street people -- other pimps, pushers, street entertainers, and even a couple homeless bums that Angus gave "freebies" to just for the fun of watching them hump her up the ass. Lady Katana's long day's night took nine hours, ending in the wee hours.

Lady Katana passed out immediately when Angus patted her rump, said good night, and turned out the light. When she woke up it was full daylight. Angus was in the room and untying her arms. Once her arms were free, she was able to rise up on her knees and work out the kinks.

"Don't even try to escape, Lady Bitch," Angus said. "I kicked your sweet round rump when you still had your power belt, so I won't have any problem while you are de-powered."

"I know," she said dismally, eyes downcast. Once her legs were untied, she was pulled off to her feet. Angus held onto her arm until her legs would support her again. "Now what, master? Are you going to make me streetwalk? Or tie me into another rack and let the johns have me like that?"

"Hmm," he said, eyes turning up to contemplate that.

Lady Katana didn't hesitate. As soon as he was distracted, she spun around and drove her bare foot straight into his groin. Angus gasped, clutched at his abused man parts, and dropped to his knees at her feet. She staggered, still wobbly from her long bondage ordeal, then kicked him between the eyes. Angus collapsed unconscious.

"Bastard," Lady Katana growled, blue eyes fierce as she glared down at him.

She spent a few minutes cleaning up her sloppy, sticky nether regions. Her pussy and anus ached, and she doubted she'd ever be able to pinch her sphincter closed again. Once cleaned up enough, she pulled on her beloved Lady Katana costume. If felt divine to be clothed again.

Lady Katana put Angus into a bondage device, bound him hand and foot to it, and used his own cell phone to call the police. She identified herself as Lady Katana, and advised them to send a squad car to pick up the pimp Angus Campbell.

"You're going to pay for this," Angus said when he woke up.

Lady Katana was by the window, watching the street. Four squad cars stopped before the front door and officers piled out and rushed inside. She smiled. Angus's arrest was one more than the entire Vice Department had all the previous year or more. It was just a first step. Next, she would recruit some of her FEM Fighter comrades to assist her. Angus proved to her it was a bigger job than she anticipated. At least if she wanted to complete it fast.

"Cops are here, pig," she said, smiling smugly at him. "I bet you'll LOVE the full body cavity search they will conduct on you." His face flamed red. "Enjoy prison, loser."

Moments later eight cops plowed through the door. Lady Katana frowned. They were all Vice Cops. Somehow, she knew Deputy Chief Jackson would try to take credit for her bust. She gritted her teeth and vowed to not let that happen. Then the devil himself showed up, Chief Jackson.

"What do we have here?" Jackson said, taking his cigar out and looking around. "This some kind of kinky bondage dungeon or something?"

"Or something," Lady Katana said, scowling. It just occurred to her that Angus would likely tell them about how he captured, fucked and them pimped her out all night. She would be humiliated. And Angus' lawyer would surely rake her over the coals, making a big deal of her brief capture and forced prostitution. "That is Angus Campbell, a pimp."

"Hi, Angus," the Deputy Chief said. "That looks mighty uncomfortable."

"It is," Angus said. "Get me out, will you?"

"Sure, boys, release the man."

"What? He's a filthy pimp!" Lady Katana cried.

"True," Jackson said, and grinned at her. "But he pays us a lot of money for protection."

"What?" she cried, and two tasers hit her. Lady Katana's shapely body quivered and shook, her back arched and she screamed in agony. "Iiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

When she woke up, Lady Katana found herself strapped to a large X along one wall. She was naked again, wearing nothing but her mask again. But more ominous, Deputy Chief Jackson stood in front of her smirking, an unlit stogie between his teeth.

"Welcome back, Lady Katana," Jackson said. His cold gray eyes glittered with evil intent. "You've belittled and taunted us for the last time. Tonight, you join the ranks of the debauched and downtrodden. Tonight, you become a common street whore."

"No!" she cried. "I am a FEM Fighter! A champion of truth and justice."

"No, you are a stuck up, arrogant cunt about to be slapped down, bitch," Jackson growled. He pulled the cigar from his mouth, regarded it a moment, then smiled cruelly at her. He stepped closer, and said, "I'm going to enjoy this."

Jackson inserted his thick, long cigar into her vagina, and started fucking her with it. Lady Katana's body instantly went rigid, shocked and aroused at the same time. She couldn't believe her body was betraying her so profoundly, so fast.

"Oooo, Mother of God, no! Have mercy," she cried. Within minutes she was bucking, and minutes after that she lost it. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!"

"You're right, Angus, a natural born slut," Jackson said, and set the cigar carefully into an inside pocket of his suit jacket. Then he unzipped and guided his cock straight into the helpless heroine's wet pussy. "Oooh, yes. Feels good."

"So wrong," Lady Katana panted. "Someday, Jackson, you will pay for all your crimes."

"Maybe," he said. "But you won't be around to enjoy it."

The Deputy Chief of Vice fucked the once haughty and venerated FEM Fighter until she finally screamed and screamed, and cried out, "I am TAMED!" to his delight and her eternal shame. After that, he let the rest of the Vice Squad have their fun with her. Lady Katana was fucked until well past dark, fucked stupid ten times over, and then forced to kneel before Deputy Chief Jackson and Angus.

"Now, boys, let's see who has been tormenting us for so long," Jackson said, reaching for her mask. Lady Katana wanted so badly to fight them, to run away. Anything. But she was fucked so hard she was afraid to fight them. For the first time in her twenty-three years, the stunning beauty doubted herself. Maybe they were right. Maybe her rightful place was as a whore, a fuck toy for men. So she offered no resistance as he pulled off her mask. "Shit fire! Tiffany Hightower? It can't….Tiffany?"

"Yes," she said, dropping her eyes. "I am Tiffany Hightower."

"Fucking A," another Vice Cop shouted joyfully.

"Two very annoying birds with one stone, so to speak," Deputy Chief Jackson said, chuckling. "Angus, I think you know who you have here."

"Oh, yes."

"Then put her snobby ass to work," he said. "I want to watch as this holier-than-thou busy body is put to work in the profession she disdained, she despised."

Tiffany was pulled off the rack, forced to put on her Lady Katana thigh boots, a black mini skirt and a black studded halter top. Angus finished off her hooker outfit with a studded dog collar, and she was led out to the streets.

Tiffany Hightower, beautiful and much beloved socialite, vanished into the gutter than night. None of her family or friends knew it, but she was just miles away turning tricks. For two weeks, after which she was put up for auction and sold to a brothel in Bangkok.

THE END