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LADY TEXAS: WEBMASTER

By Dark One

“We’re home, Miss Alberts,” Charles, the longtime family chauffeur announced.

The long, expensive white Rolls Royce limousine eased into the serpentine drive of the palatial Greek Revival mansion. The white marble mansion looked like something straight out of Gone With the Wind. Stephanie glanced at the familiar mansion, the only home she’d ever known, and smiled.

“It was a long day, Charles,” she said and sighed, leaning back into the luxurious leather seats. “But thankfully, not such a long evening. Amazing as it sounds, I might even get to bed before ten for once, and catch up on some much needed sleep.”

The Rolls Royce rolled to a stop and the graying chauffeur hurried around to open the door for the gorgeous heiress and philanthropist. He held out his gray gloved hand and a perfectly manicured, delicately feminine hand came out first, taking the offered help. Next came a mile long leg, shapely and tan, and stuffed into expensive high heeled silver sandals. Then Stephanie emerged, her five foot ten shapely body tightly sheathed in a daring red Versace gown, with a glorious, sparking mass of diamonds glittering from her slender neck down into her deep cleavage. Her arms are adorned with a diamond bracelet on her left wrist, and a huge diamond ring on her right hand. And deep within her long, wavy brown hair sparkled more diamonds dangling from her ears.

In Dallas High Society, all that glittered was important. Whoever wore the biggest and most ice was top girl at the party. Stephanie rarely came in second.

“Thank you, Charles, that will be all for today,” she said, starting a sassy strut towards the front double doors. “See you bright and early Monday morning.”

“Thank you, Miss Alberts,” Charles said, pleased to have a rare weekend off and even more pleased to watch her shapely rump shaking so enticingly before his eyes.

The mansion was mostly dark. The long departed servants had left the entry light on, as usual. Stephanie had reason to want her staff out of the house by dark. Of course, she had no intention of going out as Lady Texas tonight. She wasn’t lying to her chauffeur when she said she needed to catch up on sleep. For the past six weeks she’d been tracking down a notorious gang of white slavers preying upon North Texas area college cheerleaders. Two nights back Lady Texas and her protégé, Texas Girl, finally caught up with them and knocked their lights out. Now they were cooling their heels in lockup, denied bail thanks to her testimony before the judge.

Blonde and bubbly Texas Girl, A.K.A. Tiffany Townsend, was off yesterday on a well deserved vacation in Cozumel with her girlfriends from SMU. Stephanie had loaned her protégé the corporate Gulfstream jet. By this time, all five girls were probably scantily clad, half soused and dancing like maniacs.

“Sweet Lord, I miss college,” Stephanie sighed wistfully.

At twenty-six, the sexy brunette could have passed for twenty. Easily. Her sapphire blues eyes still had that sparkle and sass of youth. And her 38DDs were still riding high and proud even without a bra.

Stephanie quickly ascended the dramatic sweeping stairs in the vast entry. Her suite of rooms were front and center, overlooking the sprawling front yard. Going to a hidden control panel, she punched in her password and then started the shutdown sequence to lock every door and window, close curtains and blinds and power off all but the necessary nightlights throughout the palatial mansion, all via her computer hookup to the main server. Then pushing another button, the console slid back into hiding.

Picking up a remote, she turned on the TV to TCN Network (Texas Cable News Network). As a masked crime-fighting Amazon, and a respected member of the Alpha Meta Sisterhood of Super Heroines, she needed to keep apprised of the situation, so watched a lot of news. The first story after the commercial took her breath away.

A reporter was interviewing a typical geek looking young man, complete with glasses taped together between his very magnified eyes. But this particular geek looked familiar. It was none other than Gilbert Jenkins, who was president of the Computer Club in her High School. Judging by the long, sleek Benz he was standing beside, he was doing well for himself.

“Mr. Jenkins, or Webmaster G as you’re known on the internet, tell us more about your website. Why are you putting it up?” said the tall, slim male reporter with the deep “newsman” voice. “And aren’t you afraid of Amazon retribution?”

Amazon was the normal peoples’ word for Alpha Meta women in general, and super heroines in particular. Stephanie, who prior to that, was only mildly amused that geeky Gilbert Jenkins had actually gotten himself on TV, was fully alert now that Amazons were involved with his story. Apparently it involved a website, which couldn't be good..

“I need the money more than I fear Amazons,” Gilbert said in his nasally voice. “You people all tried to close down my porn sites, but failed. It cost me a small fortune in legal fees but I won. So why should I worry about this new site? It’s perfectly legal.”

Stephanie’s nose crinkled to hear Gilbert peddled porn on the internet. She hated pornographers with a passion. They were just one step above pimps in her mind. Barely legal, and that would change if she had her way. Gilbert had always looked dirty and disgusting, but she never realized his mind was the filthiest part of him. Then she remembered how he always looked at her, all but drooling with a hungry look. Of course, that was the usual look she got from men, but now she feared he was undressing her in his perverted mind. No telling what kind of disgusting, kinky sex fantasies he imagined her in.

“Eewww,” she groaned, feeling a need to bathe.

“Is it really legal, Mr. Jenkins?” the reporter asked with a doubtful voice. “And will the city’s Super Heroine population stand for it?”

“Hey, dude, leave me alone or I’ll sue you,” Gilbert snapped, opening the door to the personal luxury car. “My website is all public knowledge I found on TV news and newspapers. Nothing 'secret.' I just collected all the information I could find on capturing, de-powering and taming Super Heroines and put it on one website.”

"Oh!" Stephanie yelped, eyes wide.

“But criminals will use that website to learn how to fight and defeat our beloved Super Heroines,” the reporter said.

“Damn right they will!” Stephanie cried, outraged.

“Not my problem, dude,” Gilbert said, shrugging. “Damn uppity bitches deserve anything they get, too.”

“Oh! You! You! Miscreant!”

Stephanie was aghast. To think someone she knew felt like that. Someone she knew was willing to help criminals capture, de-power and tame HER! How dare him! She could not allow that to stand.

Gilbert got into his car and departed. The newsman turned back to the camera for a little sermonizing. Behind him, Stephanie spotted a landmark that identified where the interview had taken place -- a seedy strip joint called Easy Girls. Since it was dark out, and that news segment looked to have been recorded around noon, it was anyone’s bet where “Webmaster G” was right then. But she had a good idea where he worked.

“Well Dallas / Fort Worth, that is the look of sleaze. He calls himself Webmaster G, but this reporter calls him Webmaster Sleaze,” he said. “Back to Jim in the studio.”

Sapphire eyes flashing, Stephanie marched to a blank wall. She pressed her finger to a hidden reader, and her fingerprint was identified and the hidden door swooshed open.

The filthy rich debutante paused only long enough to strip out of her Versace gown, tossing it across the bed. That left her in nothing but the silver stiletto sandals and diamonds. She quickly shed the diamonds and heels, then stepped into the hidden room. The door swooshed shut behind her.

Stephanie wasted no time. She was an Amazon on a mission.

Everything was already laid out and waiting. The way she liked it. As usual, she started at the top and worked her way down. Stephanie felt routine ensured she dressed quickly and didn’t forget anything.

First thing, she donned a Sister’s most valuable accessory -- her mask. The mask was blue pleather, with a white five-point “Texas” star between her brows. Then she put her “Texas Ranger” star within a circle silver earrings on, then a blue pleather choker holding a matching silver star within a circle at her throat. The golden ankh with three diamonds of a many times celebrated heroine hung from that circled star, with the number “8” engraved in the bottom, denoting the number of years Lady Texas had served as member of the Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines.

“Like the Texas Rangers, I always get my man,” she muttered, sapphire eyes narrowed as she thought about Gilbert Jenkins, A.K.A. Webmaster G.

Then she put on her Lady Texas top, a red satin halter top that tied off between her 38DDs and had long sleeves. The top displayed a generous amount of titty flesh and cleavage. Then she pulled a pair of white short-shorts up her mile long legs and snugged them into place. Finally, she put on a pair of red lace-up calf boots, with five inch stiletto heels.

“Time to pay Webmaster Sleaze a courtesy call,” Lady Texas said in a now deeper, more commanding voice. It was her Super Heroine voice. “Tonight, one of us is going out of business, and it won’t be me.”

Alpha Meta’s like Stephanie all possessed physical strength the equal of ten men, plus incredible endurance and healing abilities. But most import of all, all Alpha Meta’s possessed a Power. Stephanie, like most AMs, or Amazons, possessed the power of Telekinetics, which allowed her to lift incredible weights and “throw” them even more incredible distances. Indeed, she could levitate cars, buses and such for an unlimited amount of time, effortlessly. She could also lift herself off the ground, and propel herself at great speeds through the air. Other Alpha Metas had Power over water, air, fire or electricity. Even fewer had more than one Power.

Lady Texas was a very powerful Telekinetic.

With barely a thought, Lady Texas slowly lifted off the hardwood floor and went straight up. The roof of her mansion had a decorative widow’s walk. Most decorative widow walks had no access, but in this case there was a trap door. Lady Texas levitated up to it, opened it and slipped out. Using her Power, she reached inside and slid the bolt and locked it closed. After securing the trap door, she streaked straight up five hundred feet in a matter of seconds. It was unlikely anyone would’ve seen her departure even in broad daylight if they weren’t watching intently, and it was impossible to see it at night since her mansion was not visible from the street, thanks to extensive wooded grounds.

Lady Texas frowned as she stopped in midair high above the wealthiest part of Dallas. Just a short distance north and west of her home was Harry Hines. That seediest of streets ran North and south in the Northwest corner of Dallas, running all the way into downtown. Closer to downtown it got slightly more respectable, but this far north it was slathered in strip joints, peep shows and adult bookstores. Hookers walked the ill-lit streets, and few police could be seen.

Lady Texas “pushed” herself toward Harry Hines. She quickly gathered speed, keeping an eye out for night birds and helicopters. The choppers were easy, but birds and bats were impossible to see at night. She’d had more than one crash with those stealthy night flyers.

Within minutes she was one hundred feet above Harry Hines and scowling down at the female flesh on display. The hookers were out in force that night. It was Friday, she reminded herself. Payday for the less fortunate than herself. Most of the sleaziest men also held menial jobs, and they liked to spend their hard earned wages on perfumed acts of debauchery.

It didn’t take long to find the strip joint called Easy Girls. It was one of the seediest, sleaziest sex industry businesses in Dallas. The very worse sort of reprobate patronized that “titty bar.” It was so sleazy, Lady Texas couldn’t even “honor” it by referring to it as a Gentlemen’s Club.

<One day I’ll shut that cesspit down,> she thought, eyeing the strip joint narrowly. <Maybe sooner than anticipated.>

Dropping soundlessly down to the parking lot, she looked up and down the small strip mall. The two strip clubs anchoring each end of the strip mall gave the name “strip mall” a whole new meaning in her mind, and the two massage parlors, peep show and “modeling” studio just hammered home the impression of ultimate sleaze.

A small office between Easy Girls and the Silk and Satin Modeling Studios belonged to Gilbert Jenkins. The small sign said Webmaster G Web Design and Hosting. The office lights were still on. The top of the line black Mercedes Benz she’d seen Gilbert drive off in on the news was parked just outside the office door. Lady Texas smiled as she strode purposely toward the door.

“Wahoo, babe!” the Easy Girls doorman crowed, eyes bright with lust as she stepped out of the darkness. “Forget him. All the action’s over here, Sweet Thang.”

“In your dreams, loser,” Lady Texas growled, blue eyes flashing.

“Heh, are you….a stripper? Or a Super Heroine?” he said, hesitating. “Nice Lady Texas outfit. Are you for real? Or one of Webmaster G’s porn models?”

“Get lost,” she said, grinding her perfect white teeth. Then under her breath as she turned back to the door before her, “Pervert.”

The door was locked. She hesitated. Maybe he forgot to turn off the lights before leaving for the day. It was after ten, so he’d be unlikely to actually be there. It was possible the car had a problem and he took a taxi home. Not likely with such a new looking car, and Mercedes Benz's were so reliable, too. So she calmed herself, and reached out and into the office with her Power. Probing. Exploring.

“Oh, someone’s in there,” she said, sapphire eyes popping open and a smile spreading across her beautiful masked face. So, using her Power again, she studied the locking mechanism inside the door, and deftly unlocked it. Only a handful of Telekinetics in the entire world could do that. “Oh my, I think someone left the door unlocked. Mercy me, I must go in and warn those inside.”

Grinning, Lady Texas pulled open the door and stepped inside. She was immediately assaulted by frigid air. Apparently Webmaster G was a big fan of air conditioning. It had to be cranked down to sixty, sixty-five at the most. And since the mid summer nighttime temperature was still ninety plus outside, it was a bit of a shock to the system.

“Heh! We’re closed!” Gilbert’s voice called from the back, sounding annoyed. Then she heard him coming her way, so Lady Texas struck a classic Super Heroine stance and waited with flashing blue eyes. “You’re going to have to…oh! Son of a….Lady Texas!”

“Hello, Gil…ah…Webmaster G,” she said.

He hadn’t changed much since High School. He was only about five foot eight, with a pronounced belly and skinny legs and arms. His dark hair was longer and greasier.

“W-What are you doing here?”

Lady Texas balled her hands into fists upon her well rounded hips. His eyes dropped down when they did, making him swallow with fear. Then, when his eyes came back up, they paused at her 38DDs for a long moment, before continuing to her face. And they had a bad habit of dropping back down to her chest frequently.

“I saw a very disturbing news report tonight,” Lady Texas said, breaking her pose to step towards him. He took two steps back for every step forward she took. “It is bad enough, perv, to know you peddle pornography, but now you have the audacity, the sheer gall, to put up a website to teach people how to capture, de-power and TAME Super Heroines.” She glared daggers at him. He looked on the verge of pissing himself. “Did you really think that I, or any other Super Heroine, would ignore this outrage?”

“I…I…I didn’t think,” he said, starting to look for an escape route.

“No, you obviously didn’t think, you sicko,” Lady Texas said. She smiled smugly at him trembling before her. It was going far better than she anticipated. Like so many that advocated the capture and destruction of Alpha Metas, he was completely unmanned when face to face with one. “But I think it is time to close that site. Forever.”

“B-But I’ve got members who paid good money…,” he said, but lost his voice and nerve when she stepped closer and her eyes narrowed dangerously. “I mean…I guess I could refund their membership fees.”

“I don’t care what you do about their membership fees,” Lady Texas growled. “I just want that website shut down. Right now.”

“I’ll file charges on you for assault!”

Lady Texas seized him with her Power. He was lifted a foot off the floor, then she reached into his bowels and TWISTED them.

“Yyyeeeeeeeeeoooooiiiiiieeeeeee!”

“Oh, did that hurt? So sorry,” Lady Texas said. “Now, smarty pants, HOW will you prove to a court of law that I did THAT? And I can do a lot worse, too. And not leave a single mark.”

“OK! I’ll take the site down first thing tomorrow.”

“Now,” she said, and twisted his guts again.

“Yyeeeeeeeeeegggggghhhh!” he cried in pain. “You win! I’ll do it now. You can watch!”

“Excellent,” Lady Texas said. She sat him back down on his feet. “I’m so glad you decided to take the high road and do what is right. Now, let’s go close that vile site.”

“Yeah, right,” he said, a little wobbly and cutting a wary look at her. “I guess I don’t have any choice.”

“None.”

“Let’s get this over with,” he said dejectedly.

Webmaster G led Lady Texas to his office. It was large, but filled with computers, computer parts and other computer related clutter. Shelves on one wall held ten powerful servers. His vast U-shaped desk held five monitors, from which he could control all of the servers and their websites.

“Good-bye SuperHeroineSlapdown.com,” he said as he sat down. Lady Texas stood by the desk and stared at the screen he began working on. None of it meant anything to her. He glanced up at her with annoyance, then waved causally at the chair in front of the desk. Remarkably, there wasn’t anything stacked atop it. “Have a seat, Lady Texas, this will take a while.”

“Can’t you just unplug the server?” she said snidely.

“Yeah, and crash a dozen other sites,” he said sarcastically. “So just sit down, you’re making me nervous standing over me like that.”

Lady Texas hesitated. She didn’t like being ordered around by that nerdy miscreant of a pervert. But nothing he was doing made sense to her. She knew next to nothing about computers. Texas Girl, her vacationing protégé, was the computer wiz of the two.

“This will end a lot quicker if you just sit down,” he said. He stopped typing and looked at her with annoyance. Nerds and geeks did annoyed real good. “Or do you want to spend all night with me?”

“In your dreams, geek,” she said. She stepped over to the chair in a huff, pleasing Webmaster G for some reason and sat down. Leaning back in the chair, she crossed her mile long legs…and felt a sharp prick in her left butt cheek. “Oh! Yeow!”

In a flash Lady Texas was on her feet and staring down at the seat cushion. She rubbed at her burning left butt cheek, feeling the warmth starting to spread through her shapely body with remarkable speed.

“Sweet Justice! You’ve drugged me!”

“Duh, didn’t you bother to go to my site and check it out first? Were you so cocksure of yourself that you didn’t believe a total geek like me couldn’t take you down?” he said sarcastically. “Dumb ass Amazon bimbo. I TEACH people to do this to women like you, you self-absorbed arrogant bimbo.”

Anger flashed. Lady Texas tried to seize him with her Power, but there wasn’t anything there. No Power. Drugs stole away an Alpha Meta’s ability to utilize her Power. Cold dread and fear washed through her, realizing she was dealing with an expert on subduing and subjugating Super Heroines.

Lady Texas tried to strike a Super Heroine pose, to fight him with self-assurance and indomitable will power. After all, she still had her super strength to rely upon. But a wave of dizziness washed through her, leaving her teetering dangerously atop her 5 inch stiletto boots.

With one hand massaging her forehead, and the other on the desk to steady herself, Lady Texas tried to focus and get control of her body. Her Power was gone for now, maybe not to return for hours or even days. Even her super strength seemed to have bled away, leaving her weak and confused, barely able to tell up from down.

“Let this be a warning, Lady Bimbo,” Webmaster G said. She was spun around and pushed back, so that she was half sitting on the edge of the desk. It made her feel a bit steadier, but her little world was still spinning wildly from being forced to turn around so fast. Even leaning against the desk, the super sexy Super Heroine needed both hands on the desk to steady herself even tiny bit. He took the opportunity to untied the bow knot between her titanic tits, releasing them. He grabbed both fat tits, and squeezed. “Honk! Honk!”

“Oh!” she cried. “You vile little man! Unhand me this instant.”

He buried his face in her cleavage instead, then kissed each tit before licking her left nipple. Finally, he sucked in her right nipple and sucked on it real hard.

“Oooggggghhhhh!” she groaned. Then he bit down on her nipple. “Aaaiiiieee! Mercy!”

Laughing, Webmaster G pulled her red top over her shoulders and down to her elbows. He wrapped the shiny satin around her arms at the elbows and tied it off. Drugged, weakened and disoriented, it was enough to confine her arms and leave her helpless. Then he pulled off her golden ankh.

“Just counting coup, babe,” he said, and kissed her hard and deeply.

Lady Texas screamed inside. Counting Coup was a Men Against Amazon Domination (MAAD) “game” where they gained points by showing their disdain of Amazons by attacking them, and stealing an article of clothing. Sisterhood ankhs were an especially high point item to capture.

With a small pin knife, he slit open the nether closure between her legs, revealing white cotton thongs. Those were cut off in the next instant. That left her bikini waxed pussy exposed to the cool air, and his eyes, hands and lusts.

Webmaster G’s skinny finger immediately began to explore that long forbidden zone. He enjoyed the way her big blue eyes crossed, then rolled up as her enticing red lips parted ever so slightly as she exhaled, then gasped. When his finger tip brushed her engorged clit Lady Texas jerked, gasped and arched her back.

“Please stop,” she begged. “I can’t…ohh, I can’t…”

“But you will, you masked slut,” he said, leering down into her beautiful masked face. With his left hand, he unzipped and pulled out his throbbing cock. He guided it to her pussy, pushing past the slippery lips of her labia, and pressed up to her vagina. “Take this, whore!”

With that, he thrust his hips hard.

“Yeeooowwwww!” Lady Texas cried. “Sweet Justice, I’ve been penetrated! You’re…you’re raping me.”

Webmaster G put both hands on her 38DDs, one hand on each tit, and started pumping in and out of her twat as he mashed and squeezed her tits with wicked pleasure. The sexy Super Heroine rocked up and down before him on the desk, bouncing to his hard thrusts. The way she gasped and made tiny animal noises with each thrust and partial withdrawal was the sweetest music.

Lady Texas, on the other hand, was totally unaware of the noises she was making. She was totally consumed by the pleasure being generated. Within seconds her twat was tingling, sopping wet and thoroughly betraying her. When he impaled her upon his cock, she felt totally helpless, like a butterfly impaled upon a needle.

“Please…..,” she begged, unable to say any more.

“Already begging for more?” he said, grinning. “Super slut.”

He dramatically increased the speed of his deep thrusts. The tingling warmth turned into a burning tingle that quickly spread up into her belly, down her suddenly weak legs and beyond. Within moments the super sexy Super Heroine was panting like a bitch in heat.

Lady Texas felt herself reaching critical mass. The building climax was her entire world. Part of her was fighting it, and the other part was longing for that sweetest of releases.

“Why must you destroy me?” she gasped out. “I’m a Super Heroine.”

“Because it is FUN,” Webmaster G said, grinning and sweating profusely. It was so hard to keep from exploding deep inside of her, but he was determined to make it last as long as possible, and to make her cum first. “Just let go, honey, and climax. Then I’ll let you go.”

“Really?” she said, hope leaping to life again.
“Really.”

Lady Texas, so desperate, couldn’t NOT believe him. She was, after all, an optimistic person at heart. So she stopped fighting the feelings within and just let go like Webmaster G said. That act proved profound. The now searing tingle transformed and rushed to climax. Within seconds she felt herself go over the top, then pure pleasure exploded deep within her lower belly.

“Aaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Seconds later, Webmaster G exploded deep inside her cunt. The feel of his throbbing cock ejaculating pushed her over the top again.

“Aaaauuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhh.”

Lady Texas’ quivering, pulsating vagina milked the wicked webmaster dry. After a few minutes he pulled out and looked down upon his conquest. Victory was good.

But he had better things to do. And she still had further to fall into debauchery. So he zipped up and smiled cruelly at the helpless Amazon.

Webmaster G pinched her left nipple hard, then twisted it so hard she cried out and then used that obscene grip to pull her off the desk and down the hall towards the front door. She gasped and groaned the whole way, barely able to maintain her feet after being drugged. He took her out the front door and over to the doorman at Easy Girls.

“Heh, Teddy, Lady Texas here seems to be on some kinda of drug or something,” he said, grinning. “Maybe you can let her inside and keep her occupied until she feels better.”

Teddy’s dark eyes lit up. He looked her statuesque, half-naked body over hungrily, then nodded enthusiastically.

“You betcha, Webmaster G!” he took Lady Texas by the upper arm. His free hand immediately came up and gave one heavy tit a firm squeeze. “Is this really the real Lady Texas? Not just a porn model or actress?”

“The one and only Lady Tex-ASS,” he said, smirking. He gave her tight round hiney a sharp smack with an open hand. Then he pinched Lady Texas’s firm round hiney. “Have fun, Super Bimbo.”

“Oh!” she cried as Teddy took both tits in hand, very eagerly. A cold chill flowed through her shapely body, knowing she’d just been given over to debauchery. “You wo…oh…on’t get away with this, Gilbert. I swear, I’ll…oh…have my vengeance.”

Lady Texas swooned and her eyes crossed. Only Teddy’s grip on her tits kept the super sexy Super Heroine on her high heeled feet. Her world was spinning and she wanted off. But she felt another pinch, and the two hands that mauled her 38DDs as Webmaster G departed.

Lady Texas said, “Help me, Teddy. Please, I’ve been drugged by…Mmmmmm!”

She was cut off by a lusty kiss.

His rough hands were all over her big tits for several minutes, as he kissed her deeply and long. He wasted no time pushing his teasing tongue deep inside her mouth, and managing to coax her into erotic tongue play. Then one hand dropped low to fondle, squeeze and caress her shapely hiney and pubic mound through the slit in her short-shorts. Her loins began to burn the moment he touched them.

“Oooo.”

“Good stuff, huh?” Teddy whispered in her ear. He glanced around then smiled at her. “This is too public. Let’s go inside, Slutty Texas. I don't want to be interrupted.”

“Please, not…not in Easy Girls,” she begged weakly. “Bad men. Do bad things…to me.”

“I’m counting on it, babe,” he said, eyes burning with evil pleasure. “This is a MAAD hangout. Everyone will really enjoy you.”

Teddy took hold of a thick, silky handful of long dark hair and dragged her towards the main door. Disoriented and befuddled, Lady Texas went along helplessly. She knew she was in big trouble. She had a pretty good idea what the vile, depraved men that patronized Easy Girls would do to her, do to her admittedly spectacular body.

“I can pay a reward for releasing me,” she offered hopefully.

“Naw,” Teddy said as he reached the door and pushed it open. “I wouldn’t trade fucking your too-good-to-be-touched ass for all the tea in China.”

Lady Texas was dragged into Easy Girls with barely a whimper. It was dark and crowded and stank of stale beer and cheap perfume. The music was pounding and intoxicating, designed to make men drop their guards and inhibitions.

Teddy thrust her up against the wall just inside the door. She was facing the main room, with topless sluts dancing on stage and laps. The doorman didn't give her time to think or react before pulling out his cock. He grabbed her rump in both hands and lifted her up, and dropped her down upon his waiting cock.

"Aagghhh," she groaned as she was penetrated the second time that evening. "So wrong."

He fucked her hard and soundly. Within a minute, she unconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her body. Teddy fucked her, all the while watching her big fat tits bounce before his greedy eyes.

Lady Texas couldn't believe her weakness in fighting sexual pleasure. Gilbert had fucked her and climaxed her effortlessly. Teddy appeared to be getting her off even easier. In less than two minutes she was fighting a monster climax with all her remaining will power, and losing miserably.

"Pleasssse stop-p…..uuhh, Sweet Justice, you are going to TAME ME!" she cried. And lost control. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooowwwwwww!"

That got everyone's attention. Dancers stopped dancing. Men stopped leering up at them. Everyone turned to gawk at the erotic scene by the door.

"Yes!" Teddy cried, and released deep inside Lady Texas. "Take that, Lady Slut."

"Eeeeeeeooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwww!"

Teddy held her up against the wall, his cock slowly deflating as her pussy quivered and pulsed, milking him dry. After he was totally limp, he released her and she dropped to her wobbly feet, panting and exhausted.

“Look what I caught lurking outside, looking for some hot action,” Teddy called, tucking his cock back into his pants. He pulled her hair back, forcing her beautiful masked face into perfect view. Then his free hand cupped one titanic tit and hefted it, squeezing it firmly. “None other than the Holiest of the Holies, Lady Texas!”

‘Hot damn!” a man cried. It was a man she’d arrest three times in eight years, whipping his butt soundly each time. That wasn’t counting the near dozen ass-whippings she gave him as warnings he never heeded. Dax Davis was a career criminal. A very bad man that worked mostly as hired muscle for even worse people. He wasn’t very bright, but what he lacked in brains he more than made up for in muscle, ugly and brutishness. “It really is her. I know.”

“I’m a respected Super Heroine, greatly beloved by the people of this city,” she said. Never in her life had she felt such fear. And humiliation. “If you touch me, you will surely suffer the wrath of the local Super Heroines and the public justice system.”

In answer to that, Teddy reached down and yanked her shirt the rest of the way off. It propelled her forward three steps, making her 38DDs bounce and jiggle enticingly.

“I count coup!” Teddy cried, lifting his silky red trophy high.

“Silly girl!” a beautiful strawberry blonde stripper sneered. She was wearing a black leather, silver studded thong and matching dog collar, with patent leather black thigh boots. Nothing else except cheap jewelry. “You are not so tough now, heh.”

With that, Céline slapped the dazed Super Heroine.

CRACK!

“Ugh,” Lady Texas grunted as she was spun around by the brutal blow.

“You show her, Céline!” Teddy cried joyously. He swatted Lady Texas’ butt, too, causing her to YIP! “Yeee-haaiiiii!”

“Party time!” Dax said, dark eyes burning with evil pleasure.

Dax Davis was the titty bar's owner's younger brother. Both men were six foot five, two-hundred eighty pounds of muscle and hostility. Neither had any reason to love Super Heroines, and Dax has reasons to hate Lady Texas in particular.

The helpless heroine suddenly found herself staring into Dax’s barrel chest. He shocked her by grabbing two big fists full of titty flesh and squeezing painfully hard. Her full red lips formed an O and she rose up on her toes. Then she had a moment of lucidity, and cranked her right fist back to punch his lights out.

“I don’t think so,” Céline said, laughing. She grabbed Lady Texas’ right wrist and snapped a pair of handcuffs on it. Then the sexy stripper jerked the wrist down and around, forcing it to the small of the vigilante vixen’s back. Then she cuffed the other wrist. “I’ve always wanted to do that to one of you prissy, goodie-two-shoe Super Heroines.”

“How dare you!”

“Oh, I dare much, Lady Tex-bitch,” Céline said. She unfastened the curvaceous Super Heroine’s ruined short-shorts, and pulled them to her ankles. Dax pulled Lady Texas back a step, forcing her to step out of the shorts. Then to Dax, Céline said, “Take her up on stage. If we’re going to fuck her, then make a proper show of it so everyone can watch.”

“Nooooo!” Lady Texas cried as Dax laughed and started dragging her by her enormous tits towards the main stage.

Céline smiled wickedly as she picked up an armless steel chair and followed them up on stage. She placed the chair front and center, so Lady Texas would be facing back. That way the people in front could watch Dax’s cock sliding in and out of her twat, and the people on the sides would get a great side view, including her bouncing tits and facial expressions.

Lady Texas felt dizzy again. She couldn’t handle movement on that insidious drug Webmaster G injected her with. The sight of all those lusty faces in the titty bar, eager to watch her be ravished, abused and humiliated was like another kick in the head.

Dax dropped his jeans, revealing a ten inch and very hard cock. She swallowed hard and couldn't take her eyes off it. He sat down, and Céline pushed Lady Texas forward until she straddled his lap. Then Dax guided his cock up to her twat as Céline pushed down on her shoulders, impaling the vanquished vigilante on the largest cock she'd every seen.

"Ooohhhhhhh, Sweet Justice, no," she groaned wildly, head thrashing about and flinging silky brown hair all about. Her overheated and oversexed body was reacting profoundly and very fast to his penetration. She felt he was stretching her beyond her ability. "It hurts…oh, hurts….oooo, hurts good."

"Lady Texas will be tamed on my cock!" Dax declared, and with Céline's help, he pushed her all the way down his cock, filling her up with him. Her back arched and her head rolled back as she groaned low and sensually. "Oh, she likes it! This haughty slut LOVES getting fucked."

They quickly had Lady Texas bouncing up and down Dax's ten inches, moaning and groaning, making little animals sounds and panting. Within seconds she lost herself in it and was doing all the work, using her shapely legs to bounce herself up and down faster and faster.

Squish. Squish.

"Oh! Sweet Justice, I…am….TAMED!" she cried, and was overwhelmed with a super powered climax. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Get her off," Dax said. "I want her to titty fuck me, and then suck me off."

Céline laughingly pulled Lady Texas off his cock, amused by her soft whimpering objections. Lady Texas was forced to kneel before Dax and lean over his lap. He slapped his wet cock deep into her cleavage, then Céline reached around and pressed Lady Texas' 38DDs together around it. Then the statuesque Super Heroine had to start a bouncing motion, while Céline held on and together they titty fucked Dax.

"Yes. Work it, baby, work it," Dax called. "Look at her face! She's totally into this shit."

"They are all shameless sluts," Céline sneered. "All of those half-naked Super Heroines are just world class whores in denial. That's what makes them such super bitches."

After a moment, cum started fountaining out of that huge cock, bathing her face, neck and tits in milky cum. The stripper pulled Lady Texas to her feet, then paraded her around atop the stage to ensure everyone saw the dripping cum splashed across her face, neck and tits. Then Céline used her index finger to scoop up all the cum and thrust her finger in Lady Texas' mouth, making her lick and swallow all the cum.

"Time for clean up, Lady Bitch," Dax said.

The sexy Super Heroine had to kneel again, and lick Dax from balls to cock head, cleaning him completely. Then she sucked him in, and sucked hard until he came again in her mouth to wild cheers and mayhem in the titty club.

# # #

Lady Texas’s big blue eyes popped open.

“Uuuugggghhhhhh!” she groaned, and clutched at the table top she laid face down upon.

The sexy Super Heroine awoke atop a table soaked in spilled beer, with what felt like a baseball bat being shoved up her butt hole. At first, she didn’t remember the previous night, didn’t remember what had happened. Then the feel of big, hard male hands grasping her well rounded hips reminded her.

Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted the club’s owner eagerly sodomizing her.

“You monster,” she groaned. “Didn’t you get enough last night?”

“Never…enough,” he panted, straining at his pleasure to make it last and last.

Then she spotted his little brother, Dax, waking up. He looked around groggily, then down at his own nakedness, then over at her. A big shit-eating grin spread across his bug ugly face and he struggled to his feet. Six feet five inches of pure muscled lumbered groggily over to her, his obscenely large and thick penis slowly growing and hardening as he grew closer.

“No, please, not again,” she cried. He seized her head, positioned it just so and started poking at her mouth with his cock, trying to get in it. She struggled, but made her mistake when she cried out, “I will NOT suc….Hhmmmmm! Uuuugghhhhhh!”

With his cock in her magical mouth, Dax began happily humping her face.

"MMmmmmmm," she cried, feeling her body responding already.

Helpless, she relaxed and let it be. She enjoyed the experience as her two enemies fucked her nearly senseless, forcing five climaxes from her shapely body in ten minutes of intense fucking. Then she knelt and licked both men clean before another man, Jerry Jennings, picked her up, put her back on the table, pushed her long legs WAY back and mounted her. He climaxed her two more times before he shot his wad.

It was 10 A.M. when Lady Texas staggered out of Easy Girls into a piercingly bright, hot Texas summer morning. She felt pricks of sweat instantly form on her perfect nearly naked body. Lady Texas only wore her mask and boots. Every other piece of her legendary and highly respected costume was stolen and taken as trophies to her taming and debauching. Teddy got her shirt. Dax took her shorts. Céline took her earrings. And another stripped took her choker. Max tried to take her boots, just before she left, but she fought him off and rushed outside amid their mocking laughter.

"Good morning, Slutty Texas," Gilbert said, closing his car door. She just gawked at him as he laid into her. "Look at you! What a slut! You are such a skanky whore is disgusts ME." He looked her over with superior airs. "What gives you the right to judge anyone? Especially me? You are defeated and your true nature is revealed. Go away and don't bother anyone ever again. Next time I might not be so nice."

"Nice?" Lady Texas almost choked on the word. "You perverted pig, you drugged and raped me, then turned me over to my enemies for a night of wanton debauchery! NICE!?!"

Lady Texas hauled off and punched him between the eyes. Her super strength sent him reeling backwards into, and through, the glass door of his office. The enraged Super Heroine followed, to kick him in the belly when he tried to stand. She beat him a few minutes, tossing him all around his outer office, when he picked up a chair and smashed it across her shoulders. Lady Texas dropped to one knee as he raced out the smashed door.

Without thought, she reached out with her Power and seized him. They were both surprised her Power had returned. Webmaster G wasn't as pleased as Lady Texas about it.

"Going somewhere, Gilbert?" she sneered. She pulled him back inside, and twisted his guts mercilessly. Then spend fifteen minutes beating him bloody and leaving him draped over his own desk. "Now, about shutting down ALL of your websites…"

Lady Texas sauntered over to the bank of servers. She didn't know squat about computers or the internet. But she owned a billion dollar, international company which had computers and networks. So she knew enough to know, no power to servers means websites are down.

"Where is the breakers for this?" she mused. Then she smiled. "Wait, if I turn off the power, then he can simply turn it back on. But if is DESTROY all the servers, then he is dead in the water. Out of business."

"NO!" Webmaster G cried, horrified. He grabbed something, and charged her.

Lady Texas dropped into a defensive stance. But he didn't physically attack her. Instead, he sprayed her with pepper spray.

"Aaagghhh!" she cried, staggering back blinded. But she wasn't helpless. Using her Power, the sexy Super Heroine located him and tossed him across the room. "I am going to clobber you! You vile little man, I will rip you apart limb by limb."

Webmaster G panicked. He turned and ran. She tried to follow, but tripped over the debris of their last battle. She howled in rage as she heard his car start and squeal tires in his escape. To appease her anger, Lady Texas used her Power to rip every piece of computer equipment in that office into little pieces.

Disgusted and hurting, Dallas / Fort Worth's premier Super Heroine staggered outside and leapt high. She streaked straight up, the hard wind of her power drive up helping to clean out the pepper spray. Then five hundred feet up, she looked up and down Harry Hines, unable to locate her enemy. Mostly due to remnants of the pepper spray.

"You can run, Gilbert, but you cannot escape Lady Texas and her vengeance," she snarled, and headed home. "After a long, hot shower I will find you and teach you respect for Super Heroines and your betters."

# # #

Lady Texas glared daggers down at Webmaster's G's mini mansion in the wealthy suburb of Plano, about an hour's drive north and east from his office. She could, as billionaire socialite Stephanie Alberts, afford a much more expensive home. Her guest house was just a little smaller than his mini mansion. But still, he owned a million dollar home in a gated community.

"I hope you invested your profits well, Gilbert," she muttered with a cruel smile. She always smiled when she recalled how she smashed up his servers. "Lean times are a-coming. Right after this ass-whooping I'm about to delivery."

Lady Texas was hovering a good hundred feet above his house. She was back in full costume. A working Super Heroine had to keep multiple pieces of each article of her costume. A month, much less a week, rarely went by without some article of clothing being damaged some how.

"Time to put you down," Lady Texas snarled, and started to drop feet first.

The sexy Super Heroine fell straight down. She rather enjoyed freefall. Most people, Amazons included, did not. But she had supreme confidence in her Power to stop herself in the knick of time. And she did, too, slamming to a stop a-top one of four chimneys. To her it felt like jumping straight up and coming back down. It jolted her large breasts, making them bouncing, but she didn't mind.

Standing atop his chimney, Lady Texas summoned up her Power and began to search the house room by room, from top to bottom, looking for anyone. She found three people were in the house. All together in a large room on the first floor. They were all very close together.

"Is it wrong how much I will enjoy this?" she said, grinning. "Naaa."

Lady Texas jumped off the chimney and landed feet first on the steep cedar roof. Her sexy stiletto boots slide over that roofing material wonderfully, and she was soon speeding down the roof like a surfer or skateboarder.

"Yee-hhaaiii!"

When she slid off the edge, she twisted in midair and caught herself with her Power, and power drove herself straight at the large bay window into the room that Gilbert was relaxing inside. Seconds before smashing through the window, Lady Texas used her Power to smash it into a thousand pieces and send all the sharp glass to either side so she didn't get cut.

The sexy Super Heroine swooped in amid terrified feminine shrieks.

"What the Hell?" Gilbert cried, leaping to his feet.

"Payback is a bitch, Gilbert," Lady Texas said with a smug smile and wiggle of her perfectly plucked brows.

Webmaster G was not alone, as she had known. His companions proved to be a pair of drop-dead gorgeous twentysomethings. Blonde and redhead. They had big silicone tits and dangerously curved bodies. The blonde was only wearing red stiletto thigh boots and a matching studded collar. The redhead wore black ankle boots, laced up the front and sharp stilettos, lacy black hose held up by garters hanging from a tight black corset, and finished off with a black choker and satin opera gloves.

"I see you can afford expensive call girls," Lady Texas sneered at the pair.

"Call…WHAT?" the redhead shrieked in outrage. "I'm his fucking girlfriend, bitch."

"We both are," the blonde said, baby blues flashing darkest hate.

Though both girls were shorter than Lady Texas, they had "Super Heroine" bodies nonetheless. Of course, Lady Texas didn't require plastic surgery to achieve her spectacular figure.

Gilbert was completely naked and stood stooped over, hands ineffectively coving her genitalia. Lady Texas would've thought him well hung, before the Davis brothers reamed out every orifice of her body the previous night with their ten inchers. Ten THICK inches.

"I'll call the police and bring you up on charges," Gilbert said desperately. "Breaking and entering. Assault and battery. Attempted murder!"

"We're witnesses, Lady Stupid Bitch," the blonde said.

"What's your name, bimbo? Bambi?"

"No. I'm Barbi. Idiot," she said. Pointing at her redheaded friend, "She's Brandi."

"Ah. Barbi and Brandi. Real intellectuals, I'm sure," Lady Texas said.

A woman's voice moaned loudly in erotic pleasure from the fifty inch plasma flat panel TV mounted on the wall. Lady Texas glanced at it, then did a double take. A woman dressed like fellow Dallas Super Heroine Lone Star was getting gang-banged on screen. It was obviously not the real Lone Star -- costume not exactly right and hair wrong and eyes wrong color, not to mention Lone Star's tits were real -- but the fact they were watching a "super heroine" porno was disturbing.

It really ticked her off.

"That's disturbing and disgusting," Lady Texas snarled, seized the expensive TV with her Power and CRUSHED it. "Oopsie! Did I do that?"

"Oh," Barbi whispered.

"Oh my," Brandi said in a tiny voice.

"I can do it to you heads, too," Lady Texas said, smiling at the beautiful pair. The color bled from their lovely faces at they gawked at her. "Run away. Leave while you can, you shameless whores. You're sugar daddy is going down tonight."

Lady Texas smiled as they started backing away toward the exit. She turned to the self-styled Webmaster G and her smile turned cruel. He swallowed hard and tried to edge away. Then he suddenly picked up a six inch statuette and hurled it at her with remarkable strength. Strength borne of pure terror and desperation.

"Good try, Webmoron G," the sexy, dark-haired Super Heroine said as she seized the bronze statuette with her Power, made is do a wide loop around her head and drove it hard into his ribs. "Did that hurt? So sorry, Webmaster Pathetic."

"That'll leave mark!" he cried in a pained groan. "I can prove you assaulted me."

"You assaulted me first," she said calmly. "Lots of witnesses to testify to what happened to me last night, too, if necessary."

Lady Texas lifted him up with her Power so high and hard, his head smashed through the sheetrock ceiling ten feet above. Then she dropped him to the floor, where a couch softened his landing. Annoyed, she flipped the couch over and used her Power to lift it up and threw it out the window into the front yard.

Gilbert squeaked like a little mouse and scrambled behind another large couch. His "media room" had several of the deep lounging, overstuffed couches. They looked comfortable. For a brief instant, she considered getting something similar for her movie room.

"Come out and face me like a man, Gilbert," Lady Texas said. "After all, you told me you are an expert at capturing, de-power and taming heroines." She picked up the couch he was behind with her hands and threw it up against the large fireplace. "Can't you see that my inner whore is just begging to be tamed by you? TAME ME!" she cried in outrage, using her Power to rip apart bookshelves and send hundreds of books flying in every direction. "Tame me if you can, you sleazy son of a bitch, and then make me your bitch."

"Maybe I don't like you like that," Gilbert screamed as he ducked behind the couch leaning against the fireplace. "You're not my type."

The shapely Super Heroine looked around at the wrecked media room. The furniture was pretty much all smashed and piled up against the walls. The couch Webmaster G was hiding behind was broken beyond repair, but still "together" enough to hide behind.

She walked up to the couch, savoring the sound of his panicked panting, knowing he was feeling fear and dread. Vengeance felt good. And no one deserved to be struck with absolute terror more than him.

"Having fun?" Lady Texas asked, assuming a classic Super Heroine pose -- head high, hands on well rounded hips and feet shoulder width apart. "I know I am."

Gilbert's head popped up. His eyes widened as he looked past her, then he looked all around at all the damage. He was agog. Speechless.

"Destructive little minx, aren't I?"

His eyes narrowed as he turned back to her. She raised a haughty brow. Apparently he was harder to impress than expected. What did she have to do to strike fear in his heart? Pull off an arm or leg?

"Even if I have to pimp you out on Harry Hines, you will pay for everything you destroyed today," he said.

It was her turned to be surprised.

"What? What makes you think you still can defeat….Uuggghh?" she started to say, before a soaked clothe was pressed over her nose and mouth. A strong feminine arm and leg wrapped around her body to hold her in place. Worse, she involuntarily sucked in a breath before she realized what was happening. <Chloroform!> she thought, horrified by what that meant. Then the drug started to mess with her mind, making her dizzy. "Mmmmmuuuuuuggghhhhhhh! Nnnuuuuu!"

Drugs of any type had fast and profound effects upon Alpha Meta women. Her Power was gone before she felt the first effects. That realization stunned her to inaction for a brief few seconds.

Powerless, Lady Texas still had super strength. She threw the redhead over her shoulder and staggered back.

"Not so fast, Lady Bitch," Brandi snarled and jumped to her feet, the chloroform cloth in her left hand. "We're not finished playing with your fine round ass."

Brandi charged her. Lady Texas seized the beautiful redhead's wrist and tried to throw her over her hip, but the chloroform was doing a number on her and they ended up falling into a heap. Barbi jumped in at that time and grabbed Lady Texas's hair and yanked it back.

"Yeeooww!" Lady Texas cried, trying to twist and turn her way free of the two enraged bimbo gold-diggers. She was barely holding off Brandi's chloroform and Barbi wasn't helping her situation. "Let go! Let go before someone gets hurt."

"Ooo, pain is good," Barbi whispered in her ear in a sexy, breathy voice. She reached down and around, grabbed the bow tie holding Lady Texas' top closed, and yanked it free. Then she grabbed a vulnerable pink nipple and TWISTED. "Me likey."

"Eeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiooooooooowwwwww!" Lady Texas screamed. "Sweet Justice, let GO!"

"No," Barbi said, and twisted even harder.

"Uuugggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh-eeeeeeeoooooooooooowwwwww!"

The pain brought on a wave of weakness. Lady Texas' strength and will faltered, and Brandi broke loose of her grip.

"Mmmmmm!" the super sexy Super Heroine groaned into the chloroform cloth.

Lady Texas couldn't help herself. She began breathing normally through the cloth. Each breath was like a hard fist in the head. The blackness started creeping in on the sides almost immediately. She groggily cursed her weakness for chloroform. The genetic trait that made Alpha Meta women Super Heroines also made them vulnerable to any kind of drug. Even second hand pot smoke messed them up.

<No…strength,> she thought as Gilbert walked toward her with a victorious grin. His cock was growing steadily harder and harder. <I'm…doomed.>

"You've never looked prettier, Lady Texas," Gilbert said.

"Ugh," was all she had the strength for before the lights went out.

"Wow! We did it!" Brandi cried, as she and Barbi bounced up and down, arm in arm, in celebration of their momentous victory. "We defeated a real live Super Heroine! We defeated Lady Texas!"

"Yes you did," Gilbert said, nudging the unconscious Super Heroine's naked tits with his toe and enjoying the way they jiggled. "Lady Texas defeated twice in as many days. I think she's lost her edge."

"Now what?" Barbi said, bright blue eyes filled with evil lust and anticipation.

"What else? We FUCK her stupid," he said, and laughed. "Strip her and tie her up, girls."

Lady Texas' arms were pulled back and Brandi tied her arms together tightly with bright red rope above the elbows. Then they ran the rope down a bit and bound her arms below the elbow, and ended by tying her wrists together. A long length of rope was left over and it dangled behind her. That done, they pressed a bright yellow, rubber ball-gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.

Together, the three of them carried the limp Super Heroine upstairs to Gilbert's private "dungeon." They took that remaining length of rope and ran it through a steel ring in the ceiling. Pulling it tight, they forced her to her knees, bent over and arms bound painfully back and pulled up high. Then the girls got a black steel rod and tied each end to a thigh, forcing Lady Texas' knees wide. Finishing, they pulled her feet up against her thighs, and bound them tightly there, leaving her stiletto heels pointing at the ceiling as she tottered on her knees.

"Hmm, something's missing," Brandi said, eyeing their handiwork critically. "Oh, I know."

The gorgeous redhead fetched a length of chain with clips on each end.

"Oooh, bet this hurts good," Brandi said lustfully as she attached the nipple clamps, then pulled the chain tight in the middle and attached it to another think chain from the far wall. It pulled Lady Texas' pretty pink nipples way out, holding her fat round tits up high. "Now she's perfect."

"Pretty as a picture," Barbi said. "Can I strap-on fuck her up the ass now?"

"No, I'm afraid not," Gilbert said. He pressed a hypodermic needle into Lady Texas' fine round hiney and injected her. "We have to go downstairs and clean up before the police show up or something."

"Oh, yes," Brandi said. "We at least have to get that sofa back in the house."

"And the window fixed," Barbi chimed in happily. "Then we can come back upstairs and have fun?"

"Yep."

Lady Texas didn't know how long she was out, but when she woke up it was to a body in intense agony. The way she was bound up, for many hours, had caused most of her large muscles to start cramping.

<Nighttime,> she thought, seeing the dark window. The room's light was on and bright. <Sweet Justice, what next?>

She didn't have long to wonder. Ninety minutes later Gilbert, Barbi and Brandi all marched in, faces full of wicked glee. Lady Texas' heart dropped at the sight of video equipment.

"We would've been back up sooner, Texas Bitch, but you really did a number on my servers," Gilbert growled. "Fortunately, I had a backup site. Only two sites crashed. But it was still a lot of work."

"Not to mention all the clean up downstairs," Barbi said, bright blue eyes flashing.

They setup a dozen cameras very quickly. It was obviously not the first time they'd done this.

"There's a live sex site I host," Gilbert said. "I've been advertising your capture on it, and all over the internet. Even the local, national and international TV news is reporting you have been captured, with information about tonight's live sex show."

"Starring Lady Texas," Barbi said, giggling.

At midnight -- though Lady Texas had no idea what time it was -- her three captors donned plain black masks and turned on the audio video equipment.

"Mmmm! Uuughhhh! Nuuuuhhh!" she cried, to no avail.

"Lights! Cameras! Action!" Gilbert called, then Brandi flipped a switch. "Hello my fellow BDSM lovers! I'm your host tonight, call me Master Debauch. Welcome to the defilement of Lady Texas, Dallas / Fort Worth, Texas' most renown, illustrious and beloved Super Heroine. As you can see, she also has a killer body and big juicy tits begging to be debauched."

"You all paid for a wild sex show," Barbi said. She strutted up next to Gilbert, wearing a black latex catsuit. "And that's exactly what you are going to get, too."

"We will stay on the air until we break this stunningly beautiful Super Heroine," Brandi said, wearing all white lacy bustier, garters, hose and stiletto pumps. "She's going down tonight!"

"Let the spectacle begin!" Gilbert cried, and dropped down on his knees behind the bound and gagged Super Heroine. He reached down between her legs and rubbed her cunt, pushing the swollen lips aside and thrusting his fingers up into her slippery slit. "Ooo, she's excited already. Very wet."

"Uuugghhh!" Lady Texas groaned in humiliation and misery.

Barbi and Brandi moved up to her tits and started squeezing and caressing them, while licking and kissing Lady Texas' neck and ears. The sexy Super Heroine was expecting this for a while now, so her body was already primed. Hell, if she was honest with herself she'd been primed for sex since leaving Easy Girls that morning.

Lady Texas didn't know who was scrambling her brains more, Gilbert or the two girls. Gilbert quickly found her super sensitive clit and started rubbing it, but those girls understood a woman's body and a woman's needs. Their kissing and licks were very sensual and arousing. Soon her body was awash with butterflies and her pussy began to burn and tingle in that most erotic and delightful way. But she knew it would be Gilbert's activities that pushed her over the top and forced her to climax.

"Nnnmmmmuughhhh," she groaned wantonly.

The shapely vigilante rotated her hips, thrusting her rump up to give Gilbert better access. She didn't know she was doing it, because she was barely able to think coherently. The burning heat was almost too much to endure. She started to pant through her nose, noisily.

<Sweet Justice, they are going to tame me!> she thought. Her thoughts returned to the wild sexual romp she experienced the night before at Easy Girls. <Again!>

"She's ready to receive me," Gilbert laughed. "What a raving SLUT!"

"Super Heroines are ALL sluts at heart," Brandi said matter-of-factly. "That's why they wear such provocative costumes."

"They want to be captured, fucked into submission and tamed," Barbi said. "Such wanton whores."

Their words sent chills up her spine. Lady Texas tried hard to deny them. But something deep within was turned on by those few spoken words. Something dark and animalistic. Something base and needy. And that something began stoking the fire of her libido.

"Huummmm," she groaned. Then Gilbert pushed his cock up her cunt, plunging with little resistance into her aching vagina. "Uuuuggghhhhhmmmm."

"Hear that? This super bitch is LOVING it," Gilbert cried, suddenly becoming more excited. "Wahoo! We're going to have fun fucking her into submission! Then I'm going to make her my WILLING bitch."

<I can't be his bitch,> she thought dismally. <He's such a raging GEEK! Sweet Justice, we had High School history together, and he will LOVE owning me too much.>

Suddenly, visions of Geeky Gilbert climbing up between her spread legs, day in and day out, flashed before her mind's eye. Then the vision of her glisten red lips parting slightly, then kissing his cock head, before sucking him into her eager mouth came to her.

"Uuugghhhhhh!" she cried, suddenly losing her weakening battle to hold her climax at bay. And it hit her, "Uuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Ah, the lust song of the North American captured Super Heroine," Gilbert said. "So sweet to hear."

Gilbert forced two more orgasms before he filled her cunt with jizz. Then he pulled out and surprised her, but shoving his still hard cock straight into her poop chute.

"Uuugghhhhh! Hhhuuuuummmmm," she groaned.

Once again, she felt like she was being ripped in half. This time, she kinda liked it. And Lady Texas quickly lost herself in the serious pounding her sphincter took. He fucked her ass for a good thirty minutes, ripping out uncounted climaxes. Then the girls took their turns strap-on fucking her pussy and ass hole.

While Brandi was strap-on fucking her pussy for the second time, Gilbert moved in front and removed Lady Texas' ball gag. Then he thrust his semi-hard, sticky cock up against her full red lips. She licked her lips, worked her aching jaw, then stuck her tongue out to guide him into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm," she groaned. "Good."

Lady Texas sucked his cock, licked it, licked his big sweaty balls and groaned sensuously the whole time. And it was all broadcast live on the internet, and recorded for posterity.

"Look at how eagerly she sucks cock! This turkey is DONE," Gilbert said, laughing.

Many hours later the webcast ended on a triumphant note. Lady Texas was totally debauched and proven to be a wanton slut whore. She devoured cock and pussy when given to her. She moaned and groaned with sensual delight and pleasure while being taken in the pussy or poop chute. And in the end, live on the internet, she knelt before Gilbert and admitted she was tamed and his bitch.

With the cameras off and his pay per view webcast a huge success, he licked his chops as the looked at his weary and very obedient new slave girl.

"Take off the mask," Gilbert commanded.

Lady Texas froze. In all the sex and debauchery, she'd totally forgotten she was masked. It was a Sisterhood of Alpha Meta Super Heroines issued mask, so could not be removed except by the wearer. So, in theory, she could keep her secret until the mask's battery wore out. That would take a while. But Stephanie Alberts would come up missing Monday morning, and the search would be on. Gilbert would figure it out real quick.

"Y-yes, Webmaster," she said softly, throat tight and hands trembling. "I am yours."

Her hands were trembling so badly she had to try three times before she pressed the correct sequence of hidden buttons on the mask, that finally released its hold on her face. It fell off into her waiting hands, and the sexy Super Heroine lifted it up to her new master as she lifted her eyes and let him see her full face.

"Fuck me to tears! Stephanie Alberts!" he cried, flabbergasted. "My Gawd, you were THE most beautiful girl in High School, and the most stuck up. Miss Goodie-two-shoes excelled at everything. She was head cheerleader. Homecoming Queen. Prom Queen. Oh, my God, this is better than owning Lady Texas."

"Now what, master?"

"Now what? You become my girlfriend," he said, leering at her 38DDs. "I think we'll get married, without a prenup of course. I'll take over your billions while you take over servicing my cock day in and day out. Sound fair?"

"Yes master," she whispered. "I am yours to use as you see fit."

THE END