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MS AMERICANA: NO HOLDS BARRED

By Dark One

It wasn't so much a room as a suite. Brenda Wade's master bedroom was a good two thousand square feet of luxury. There was a sunken sitting area around a fireplace, a small office, and two sprawling closets -- one for clothes and one for shoes and accessories. The bed was a California king, with fifteen hundred dollar sheets so soft they made silk feel scratchy.

Brenda lay on that huge bed, her bare feet crossed at the ankles and wearing nothing but a crimson dressing robe that barely dropped down far enough to cover her nether regions. She held a remote in her perfectly manicured hand, scowling up at the 52" flat plasma screen that dropped out of the ceiling.

"Five hundred channels and not a thing to watch," she muttered in disgust.

She'd already watched all of her Tivo'ed shows - Sex in the City, Law and Order, The Sopranos, The Osbournes and Crank Yankers. But she was still too wired to sleep. It was a big day, what with capturing that ring of jewel thieves after a two month investigation, then happening across not one, but two bank robberies in progress on her way home. What a day.

She pressed the right arrow button again - Gilligan's Island. Press the right arrow button - Cartoons. Press the button - Playboy anniversary show. Press the button - Wrestling.

"How much do I pay for this crap," she muttered, raising the remote to change the channel again. Then she saw him. "What the -- ?"

The huge, muscle-bound brute with his long, curly blonde hair, slapped the snot out of a pretty young woman. The woman was scantily clad in tight pink short-shorts, stiletto platforms, and halter. She was blonde and extremely shapely, with big silicon tits. And the slap spun her around three times before she smashed to the floor and lay still.

Brenda's left hand immediately covered her mouth as she gawked in horror. The crowd was going wild and the brute was bowing and grinning stupidly. Then he kicked her in the side, rolling her limp body over onto her back. He motioned, and a large man just outside of the ring reached in and grabbed her by the ankle, and pulled her out of the ring. She was thrown over his shoulder and carried away.

"You can have the stupid bitch," he cried angrily, sweat pouring off his face. "I'll kill her if I see her bimbo ass again!"

"Well, folks, there goes Bruno again," the announcer said. "Bitch slapped another girlfriend into the mat and into la-la land. Wow."

"Wow, indeed, Paul," the color commentator piped in merrily. "That's the fifth girlfriend he has slapped down this month. Two are still in the hospital!"

"They don't call him the Brutalizer for nothing, Tim," Paul said and chuckled.

"How horrible! He's a monster!" Brenda cried, sitting up with bright blue eyes blazing. "How does he get away with that? He should be in jail, or prison."

She watched as Bruno the Brutalizer started his match with another wrestler. She ignored the boosting and posing and grandstanding, having eyes only for Bruno. Livid, vengeful eyes. Then, when he reached out and grabbed the poor bikini clad card girl between the second and third rounds and threw her shrieking into the audience, she turned off the TV and vowed to teach him a lesson.

# # #

Monster Wrestle was big, but Ms Americana didn't realize how big until she arrived at the arena, the Monster Dome, the next day. It was as large as a professional basketball arena. Tens of thousands of fevered fans packed it every Friday and Saturday night, all year round. Not counting special events held during other days of the week.

Ms Americana learned Bruno the Brutalizer worked out and trained at the huge arena. She found the staff door in back and stepped inside. Silence fell immediately as three dozen pairs of eyes turned and gawked. It was a large break room, with tables and vending machines. Wrestlers, fans, press and trainers mingled there. Most of the "fans" were beautiful young women hoping to make a love connection. Many wore five sizes too small T-shirts with Bruno's name or picture on it.

"Idiots," she muttered.

She stood just inside the door, feet spread and hip cocked to one side and her red gloved hands on her well-rounded hips. Her spectacular six foot one inch body was perfectly displayed in her scanty, red, white and blue star spangled bikini. With her red boots, tiara, power belt and mask, there was no mistaking who or what she was.

"You boys ever see a girl before?" she said. "Where can I find this Bruno the Brutalizer?"

Several men pointed to the back door, leading deeper within the complex's bowels. She headed for the indicated door in the eerie silence, the only sound the tapping of her heels on the tile floor.

"How pathetic," she said after leaving the room full of staring men.

The corridor was dark and long. Many doors, both opened and closed, could be seen along its length. She moved down the corridor slowly, checking the signs posted on each door. Many held the names of people. After several minutes she found one with the nameplate: Bruno the Brutalizer.

"How sweet, he even calls himself Bruno the Brutalizer outside of the ring," she said, shaking her head. "He probably has a truly tiny peter. Only way I can explain such hate."

Ms Americana didn't bother knocking. She opened the door and stepped inside. Bruno was sitting in a comfortable chair, watching film of the previous night's performance. She scowled at him.

The face was calmer, and quite attractive, now. His hair was still long, blonde, and curled. She thought it made him look a bit effeminate. But at least the dark blue workout suit was long sleeved and gave him an almost respectable appearance.

"Out!" Bruno growled, not even bothering to look her way.

"But I just got here?"

Her rich feminine voice got his attention. Dark eyes darted at her. Then he did a double take and gawked a long moment.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer, dickweed," she said. "I'm here to stop this brutal, unwarranted victimization of women you do and promote. One way or another, Bruno, I'm going to stop it."

She saw a hard glint for a brief second, then his face brightened.

"Ms Americana! My God. I never....I never dreamed you'd come to see me," he said enthusiastically. "Wow, this is pleasure."

"I'll bet," she growled, eyes boring into him mercilessly. "After the way you treated your poor girlfriend last night you should've expected the police."

Pain filled his dark brown eyes.

"Thelma Lou? God, I know. I hate that! I really do," he said, his head hung low a long moment before he looked up at her with pain-filled eyes. "But I don't have any choice. They make me do it."

Ms Americana was taken aback. This was not the reaction she'd expected. Indeed, she expected trouble. Such a man could only attack any woman who challenged him, so she was prepared to defend herself, and thorough thrash the over-muscled ape. But she had no defense for agreement and remorse.

"I don't understand?"

He sighed wearily.

"I signed contracts. Long term contracts that I can't break. If I did, I would be destroyed," he said. "I'm not Bruno the Brutalizer. That is a character that Monster Wrestling created and cast me in the part. I'm Hank Harden of Arlington Heights, Virginia."

"Who cares if you are destroyed," she said viciously. "Take your money and run. Go back to Virginia and live like a king on what you've already earned. Let women live in piece and security."

"It's not that simple," he said sadly. "If I break the contract, there are 'fines' that kick in that effectively bankrupt me. And I have a disabled sister who is financially dependent on me. I can't let my sister down, Ms Americana. She'd die without me."

"There has to be a way," she said.

He shrugged. "I wish I knew. I hate this. My family hates it too. I'd do anything to get out, but I'm too popular. My matches bring in big money. My managers and Monster Wrestling make too much to release me." He got a wistful look, "I almost got out once. Another champion, Wild Bill, my equal in popularity at the time challenged me to a match for the world championship. Winner take all and loser slinks away into obscurity. But the night before the match he was in a car wreck and ended up paralyzed from the waist down. There aren't any other wrestlers with the popularity and clout to offer such a match."

Ms Americana's head came up and she grinned. An idea formed. The perfect plan.

"I can challenge you," she said. "I'm as strong as ten men, so there is no way I can lose. I'm Ms Americana! I'm undefeated. Besides, considering our dynamically opposed reputations, it is only natural that we fight. Winner takes all, and loser slinks away into obscurity."

"You're right," he said, excited. "No one would be surprised to hear you want to stop my woman brutalizing way. Everyone who hates me will watch to see me finally get my just desserts. And everyone that hates you will watch on the off chance you'll lose, and get your just desserts."

She cut an annoyed glance his way. Her just desserts, indeed!

"Then I challenge you to a match. This weekend," she said.

He looked excited, then suddenly deflated.

"What?"

"My managers," he said. "You're too strong. You'll surely be the favorite. Nobody can defeat you with that power belt on."

She touched her golden power belt. It was perfectly attuned to her. No one else could wear it and get the same benefits from it. Well, no more than a bare handful at any rate.

"There has to be a way to convince them," she said. "They work for you, don't they?"

"No, I work for them," he said. His face screwed up in thought a long moment, then she noted a light enter his dark eyes. Then a faint smile touched his lips. "But we could 'work' them, if you know what I mean."

"Tell me."

"Okay, I'll take you to my managers. You act all outraged and self-righteous, demanding that we put a stop to this criminal behavior," he said. "You challenge me to a match, where you throw your share of the prize money in the purse if you lose. They're greedy bastards and will eat that up. Of course, if you win then they have to retire me."

"Sounds great!"

It was better than she anticipated. She had considered making it a public fight, a street fight, a brawl. Ms Americana came to the Monster Dome fully prepared to kick as much butt as necessary to stop them, right then and there. Even if she had to break Bruno's legs. But this was even better, because all of Bruno's adorning fans will see him defeated by a woman. They would see that no good comes of abusing women, and reconsider their own attitudes. No telling how many women she would save from a future of spousal abuse.

"And of course, we'll have to fight a no holds barred grudge match, no rules and nothing held back. The fans will demand no less, and so will Monster Wrestling," he said. "It could be dangerous."

"Hghff!" she snorted contemptuously. "Dangerous for you, but not for me."

She saw that flicker of a glint in his eyes. It happened so fast she wasn't sure she really saw it. But he was just as sincere and enthusiastic as before now.

"Where are these managers of yours?"

"Across the hall," he said, suddenly nervous again. "Their tough, Ms Americana. Really tough. I hope you can pull this off."

He led her out of his lavish office, across the wide hallway, and to a door with a sign saying: Dominant Management, then the names Yvette DuPaul, Simon Klein and Aaron Janson below it. He knocked and waited for a voice to bid entry. Then Bruno opened the door for Ms Americana and she strode in arrogantly.

The woman and two men stopped what they were doing and gawked at her. Ms Americana smiled condescendingly at them, while striking her patented super heroine pose. They were standing behind the secretary's desk, the men watching as the woman riffled through the desk. Three doors, one to either side of the desk and one behind, each held an individual nameplate. Simon Klein's office was to her left, Yvette DuPaul's behind the desk, and Aaron Janson's to Ms Americana's right.

"I'm Ms Americana and I assume you are Dominant Management?" she said.

"Yes," the woman said, standing straight and smoothing her expensive mini-skirted business suit. With her drop-dead gorgeous body, long flowing red hair and super model face, she looked like she just jumped right out of an episode of Melrose Place. "I'm Yvette DuPaul." She indicated the short, balding man to Ms Americana's left, "This is Simon Klein," and then pointed to the other man, who was tall, dark and ruggedly handsome, "and Aaron Janson." She gave Bruno a hard, calculating look, then turned her emerald green eyes back to Americana, "How may we help you?"

"I have challenged Mr. Bruno the Brutalizer to a grudge match," she said. "And he directed me to you."

"A no holds barred grudge match, meant to end my career," Bruno piped in almost timidly.

"Did anyone else hear her challenge?" Yvette said, eyes flashing. The other two looked at Bruno with worried eyes. "If so, how many and who."

"No one else knows," Bruno said. They all visibly relaxed. "She barged into my dressing room just a few moments ago and challenged me. I was alone at the time."

"Thank goodness," Simon said with feeling.

"No profit in that," Aaron muttered, glaring daggers at Ms Americana.

Only Yvette didn't look afraid and disturbed by the challenge. She was giving Ms Americana a thorough once over with her intent gaze, then she got a very contemplative look.

"Why on earth would a premier super heroine sully her hands and her reputation by getting down and dirty with a mere wrestler?" Yvette said.

"To put an end to this travesty," Ms Americana declared, bright blue eyes flashing her challenge. "Bruno is disrespecting women in the worst way imaginable, by glorifying the abuse and subjugation of women. He does irrefutable harm to the women's movement and all women every time he publicly beats and humiliates one of his so-called girlfriends. I'll not stand for it any longer!"

The three of them just stared at her a long moment, no expressions on their faces. Then first Yvette, then Aaron and Simon started smiling in that patronizing way she hated.

"You're not a wrestler," Yvette said. "Get an agent, a few wrestling bouts under your belt, and then come see us." She turned to Bruno in a way to say Ms Americana was dismissed, "Bruno, darling, I need a word with you in private. My office please."

"No!" Ms Americana snapped, regaining everyone's attention. "I will not be put off so easily, Ms DuPaul."

"Miss DuPaul," Yvette said icily.

"Miss it is," she said. "If you refuse this match, I will announce to the world that Bruno the Brutalizer is in truth Bruno the scared shitless. Bruno the Craven. Bruno the Coward. Then you can explain to your disbelieving fans why the Legendary Bruno is afraid to fight a mere woman."

"You are not a 'mere woman,'" Simon said. "You are a super heroine." He pointed at her waist, "Even I know that gold belt of your gives you super strength and endurance somehow."

Ms Americana's red gloved hands dropped to the belt, hooking her thumbs under the belt as she cocked her well rounded hip and took an arrogant stance. She was proud of her belt, and the fear it struck into evil doers everywhere. And these people were evil. Unrepentantly evil, too.

"And Bruno is the World Champion Wrestler," Ms Americana said. "He's a big boy. Big enough to beat defenseless young women into the ground on a weekly basis. It's time to see if he can handle a superior woman. Time for him to prove his dominance once and for all."

"Bruno's our bread and butter, Ms Americana," Yvette said, trying to speak reasonably with her. "We can not risk his reputation being damaged. It's worth millions a year."

"Then lets strike a deal."

"You don't want to deal with us," Yvette said, eyes blazing. "You have so little to lose in comparison."

"Exactly," Simon said, just as angry as Yvette. "From what I gather, you want to force Bruno to leave wrestling forever. Do you know how many millions, tens of millions of dollars you're talking about? You don't even get paid for what you do! What do you have to lose?"

"Point well taken," Yvette said. "What do you offer in exchange?"

"I'll put my portion of the purse in the kitty," she said. "If Bruno, somehow, manages to defeat me, then he will get my share of the purse, and you will get your percentages of that."

"Plus think of all the money we'll make through TV and re-run specials," Bruno added. "I say we except! I'll pound her to smithereens! I'll grind her arrogant round ass beneath my heel!"

"Of course you would," Yvette said indulgently, then turned hard eyes back to Ms Americana. She didn't look convinced. "But that is money you'd never see if we refuse the fight, so it is no loss to you. And super heroines can more easily bounce back from such a loss than Bruno. It is his whole personality, his brutal champion aura. If he loses, whether we agree to your terms to retire him or not, his career will be over. If you want to fight Bruno, then you need to ante up."

Ms Americana scowled at her. What did she have to give? She had more money than any of them had sense, but she couldn't offer that without betraying her true identity.

"As I suspected, you have nothing to offer," Aaron sneered. "Go back to the minors, girlie, and stop trying to play with the big boys."

Bruno appeared to have an idea and rushed to Yvette's side. He whispered into her ear for a long moment. At first she looked unconvinced, then a light dawned. She gave Ms Americana a look over again, head to toe, and started nodding to whatever Bruno was saying.

"Ms Americana, Bruno will agree to your match IF you agree to our terms," she said.

"Name them," Ms Americana said, victory in sight.

There was no way for her to lose this. She would end their vile exhibition in brutality for once and all time. Once again, she would be the savior of the women's movement and put evil woman haters back in their place.

"OK, it will be a no holds barred, no rules grudge match. Anything goes. Agreed?"

All eyes were on Ms Americana. Bruno was behind the others. He grinned and winked at her, flashing her the thumb's up. She took that to mean it was all a go now.

"Agreed."

"And if you win, then Bruno will leave wrestling forever and vanish into the masses," Yvette said.

"Exactly."

"But if Bruno wins, then you will become his official girlfriend for a year. Both on and off stage," she said, grinning at Ms Americana's shocked look. "You, Ms Americana, will become Bruno's bitch."

"What?"

Nodding, Aaron said, "Perfect! It's the only way. The fans will eat it up when their beloved hero crushes Ms Americana and makes her his bitch. Damn! I like it!"

"So do I! What a selling point," Simon said. "We'll make a fortune either way it goes!"

"Well, that's all you guys care about anyway," Bruno said, giving her an encouraging nod. "I'm the one who will be tossed out of the business, with no hope of returning."

When all eyes turned back to Ms Americana, Bruno gave her an encouraging look and nod. As if to say, we got them where we want them. We will decide how this turns out. She almost forgot he was on her side, what with the whole "Becoming his bitch" thing being his idea and all. But he wanted his reign of terror to end as well.

But how scary was the deal? If she lost, she would have to become the very woman she was trying to protect. She would have to endure his use and abuse, and very publicly. But with her power belt she'd be better equipped to deal with him.

Great Liberty! What am I thinking! she thought. I'm Ms Americana! He can't defeat me. No man can defeat the Queen of Justice! I'm invincible.

"Agreed," she said. "Write up the contracts."

"Best two out of three pins," Yvette said, and waited for Ms Americana's nod of assent.

Within the hour the contracts were signed and Bruno's management team was assembling the press for a conference to announce the match. It proved to be a circus. Bruno was in rare form, being so verbally abusive toward her she had to remind herself they had a plan, and were on the same team. Same team or not, she knew it would be a tough fight. There wouldn't be any pulled punches, near misses or faked hits.

# # #

Fight night was like nothing Ms Americana had ever seen before. Three ring circuses were easier to follow. She arrived five hours early, and had to fight her way through a wild crowd of wrestling fans. Women were coming from everywhere to watch her thrash Bruno the Brutalizer. Apparently, they'd been waiting for a while for someone to put him in his place. She signed autographs and posed for pictures with fans and admirers.

Once inside the Monster Dome, she was taken to her dressing room. Since she was already in costume and didn't require any special preparations like Bruno, she whiled away the time watching film of Bruno's many matches. He was good, no doubt about it. He didn't show many weaknesses, and when he did, he quickly corrected them.

"My superior strength, skill and determination will prevail," she said.

Then it was time.

Ms Americana's heart pounded as she made her way to the ring, surrounded by ten arena security guards. On both sides fans and detractors shouted encouragement and dire threats. She could barely make out anything anyone said to her over the deafening din.

"Kick his ass, Americana!"

"You're getting yours!"

"Slap down, Ms Ameri-loser!"

"You're going down, bitch!"

"One for the girls, Ms A!"

Ms Americana was glad to reach the relative quiet of the ring. She quickly crawled up and stood in her corner. A big red "A" with two blue stars to either side was painted on the mat in that corner. While waiting for Bruno and the match to start, she started stretching.

Soon, Bruno and his entourage arrived. He was accompanied by his management team, trainers, coaches, physicians and other hangers on and toadies. She snorted in contempt, for she needed no help. All the help in the world wasn't going to win this fight for him.

"Come to Mama, pretty boy," she muttered. "Two rounds. Just two rounds and you'll be history."

That's all she had to do. Pin him twice. Bruno expected they would drag the fight out, but she had other plans. Ms Americana would totally dominate the fight from the beginning. He wouldn't know what hit him. But it was for the best. He was going away, far away, and there was no reason to allow him to save face by putting up a good show. Indeed, she thought it imperative he be defeated as quickly, as easily, and as mercilessly as possible.

"I'm going to dominate and squash you as easily as you did those poor young girls," she muttered to herself as he was being helped into the ring. "Won't you be surprised. Won't your fans."

She smiled cruelly. Those woman-hating bastards would be put in their place when their hero was defeated and ruthlessly dominated by a mere woman. They'll all be questioning their very existence before that night was out.

The referee was a middle aged man, though burly and tough looking. He had a no nonsense look about him and a commanding voice. She felt confident he'd do a good job.

An announcer and a pretty blonde in a bikini and heels entered the ring. While the announcer introduced both fighters, the blonde strutted around the ring holding up a sign with the number "1" emblazoned on it. She stayed well out of Bruno's reach when she passed him, and Ms Americana felt herself relax when the girl safely passed him.

"She's not safe until this fight is over," she muttered darkly.

"Fighters to the center," the ref said, motioning to both.

Ms Americana strode confidently to the ref's side. Bruno, hopping back and forth from foot to foot, constantly practicing his jabs and ducks as if he were a boxer, came forward more cautiously.

"You're going down, Ameri-whore!" he shouted. "I'm going to bitch slap you stupid, and then make you my BITCH."

The crowd roared with his outrageous blustering.

"Dominate!" they cried in unison. Then "Slap down!"

"Can we get this show going?" Ms Americana said, agitated.

"All right, you know the rules," the ref said.

"Yeah, there aren't any," Bruno said.

"Not true," he said. "You have to stay in the ring at all times. If either one of you leaves the ring for whatever reason, then the other has to go to a neutral corner. Understood."

They both nodded.

"No weapons of any kind are permitted, only fist and feet, or any other part of your body, can be used to strike your opponent. If I catch one of you with an illegal weapon then you will forfeit one pin," he said. "Understood?"

"Yes, let's party," Bruno said, taking a punch at Ms Americana. It was just slow enough, and to one side to allow her to understand he was still on track with their plans for him to lose. Not that it mattered. She would win no matter what.

He just doesn't want me hurting him too badly, she thought. I don't blame him.

"Then go to your corners and may the better fighter win!"

DING!

The crowd roared as the combatants charged toward each other. He swung a huge fist at her face, which she caught on the wrist and pushed/guided past her face and then twisted. She almost twisted his arm behind his back before he dropped to the mat and slipped from her grasp. She had to dance back to avoid being hammered by his brutal feet.

"Faster than I thought," she said. "But not fast enough to save him from me."

They danced around each other, feigning and dodging. Then she made a move, grabbing his left arm and hurling him into the ropes. When he came shooting back at her, she clotheslined him.

The women, mostly Ms Americana fans, screamed and jumped up and down. The Brutalizer's fans scowled and called threats weakly.

Bruno didn't stay down more that a few seconds. Before she knew it, he was squared off with her and grinning wickedly. She growled and kicked at his chin. He slapped her kick aside and charged in. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and lifted her high. His fans roared with enthusiasm. But she wouldn't allow that.

Ms Americana quickly silenced them by seizing both of Bruno's thick wrists and slowly, but surely, pulling them apart. His massive muscles bulged and strained, but he was no match for her super strength. He quickly gave up and broke contact.

"I cannot be defeated!" Ms Americana announced.

Boos and catcalls filled the air as Bruno's fans vented their spleens. They didn't care to see a mere woman overpower their hero and mentor. She silenced them by quickly darting in and catching Bruno by the scruff of the neck and running him into a turnbuckle.

Bruno grunted in pain and lay on the mat in a daze. Ms Americana jumped across his shoulders and pinned him. The ref knelt in the stunned silence and counted.

"One....Two.....Three!" the ref called. "First pin to Ms Americana!"

DING!

The sound of women's voices cheering wildly filled the arena. Ms Americana climbed to her feet and looked around, arms held high to acknowledge the love. It felt good. She understood what the wrestlers loved about it at that moment. Such adulation could be addictive.

The round was over and someone put a stool in Ms Americana's corner for her to sit and rest on. She wasn't really tired. She wasn't even slightly winded. It was proving easier than even she thought. Bruno was already sweating profusely and was breathing hard.

Sitting on her stool, Ms Americana crossed her legs sexily, to taunt him, and studied Bruno. He was staring angrily at her. She wasn't sure if he was serious, or it was part of his act. Of course, he was a consummate professional wrestler and would never break character. She ignored him and turned to watch as Yvette called the referee over to explain something. The beautiful redhead didn't look too happy about something. They quickly got into an adamant discussion, meaning shouting match.

Glancing to her left, she watched the bell man. He looked about ready to ring the bell, intently watching his watch. She couldn't wait for the next round to start, so she could put an end to Bruno's terrible reign of terror. Then the stool was yanked out from under her. Ms Americana fell rump first into the hard mat. Before she knew what was happening, someone grabbed her long black hair and yanked it back. Her head struck the steel corner post brutally. Black and white exploded behind her star spangled masked eyes.

"Uggghh," she cried.

DING!

The crowd roared.

Ms Americana saw Bruno coming at her, quickly. She rolled to her knees, then darted right. She staggered the first few steps. The ref gave her an odd look, but didn't say anything or stop the fight to investigate. Ms Americana knew he didn't really care about anything he didn't see personally. She knew that much about professional wrestling.

"I should've known they'd cheat," she muttered.

"Stop running, Ms Ameri-Coward!" Bruno called. The crowd roared with laughter. "Come give you new boyfriend a big hug and kiss."

Ms Americana's blue eyes flashed. She stopped backpedaling and went into the offensive. But Bruno didn't back down. He met her halfway.

"Kiss this!" she shouted, taking a powerful swing at his face with her right fist.

Bruno ducked under her super powered swing. When she didn't make contact Ms Americana found herself overextended and off balance, in part due to still being affected by the craven attack from behind between rounds. Her slight wooziness left her unable to recover fast enough. Bruno's massive fist slammed into her rib cage, forcing her breath to explode out of her lungs.

Falling to one knee and holding her throbbing ribs, Ms Americana saw Bruno reach for her. Shocked by her predicament, she froze. He grabbed her by the head and pulled Ms Americana to her feet, then took off running toward the far end of the ring. Ms Americana was dragged, running, behind him, helpless to stop what was happened. Then he stopped suddenly, and hurled her bodily into the ropes.

"Noooooo!" she cried as she slammed into the ropes, pushed them far out, then was slingshotted back into the ring and straight at Bruno the Brutalizer. He had an euphoric look in his eyes as she hurled toward him, helpless to stop what everyone in that arena knew was coming.

"SLAPDOWN!" they crowd roared as his right arm caught her under the chin and clotheslined the powerful super heroine.

Once again, lights and darkness exploded behind her masked eyes. Her gloved hands clutched at her throat and she gasped and writhed on the mat. Catcalls and obscene shouts filled the air as she tried to save herself. How much longer until the bell? She knew she was close to being pinned.

Then his enormous weight fell across her shoulders. What little breath she'd managed to recover was pushed back out. Her eyes were starting to clear, thanks to her extraordinary healing abilities. She saw the ref hurrying towards them. Ms Americana calmed herself, forced air into her lungs with a long, slow inhalation through her mouth. Then as the ref knelt beside them and thumped the mat once, starting the three-count, "One..." Ms Americana heaved with all her might and tossed Bruno off her.

Her fans went wild. The delighted cries of women filled the arena now. So she smiled and slowly staggered to her feet. But Bruno grabbed her the instant she was up, and once again ran her the length of the ring and hurled her into the ropes.

Ms Americana was ready this time, though, and instead of being whipped back straight at him, she seized the ropes and hung on for dear life. Bruno almost fell when she failed to meet his clotheslining arm.

"Surprise," she said mockingly.

"Back at you!" he snarled and thrust kicked her in the diaphragm.

"Uphhhffff!"

Ms Americana was bent double with the pain. Bruno seized her long, black hair and pulled her to the center of the ring. There, he brutally kneed her in the face. She dropped to one knee, dizzy and confused. Then she was pulled to her wobbly feet again, and he kicked those feet out from under her. This time her head bounced off the hard mat, nearly sending her into la-la land.

"How much time?" Bruno asked.

"Thirty seconds," his coach called. "Smash her some more."

"Party time, Americana," Bruno snarled as he seized her.

Ms Americana was lifted above his head and tossed into her own corner. She grunted painfully when she hit the mat, her head bouncing off the unyielding mat. Bruno laughed and strolled over to her as she clawed at the mat, trying to reach the ropes so she could stick some part of her body out and force the ref to make Bruno back off to a neutral corner. But Bruno reached her before she reached the ropes.

"Having fun, Ameri-Punchingbag?" he shouted, and grabbed her under her arms.

She was lifted to her feet and turned to face the corner. Then he slammed her forehead into the turnbuckle. Her tiara fell off and clattered to the concrete floor below. She didn't see the wild-eyed young man rush forward and seize it. The crowd cheered as he brandished his trophy.

"Doesn't she look like such a slut?" Bruno called to his fans. "Doesn't she look like she REALLY wants it?"

"Yes!" the cried hungrily.

Ms Americana was whirled around and pushed into the turnbuckle. Her limp arms were flipped over the ropes to hold her up and then he kicked her feet wide apart. She looked up with blurry eyes as he stepped into her and drove his right knee into her crotch.

"Aaiiiieee!"

Again, the brutal knee smashed her most delicate place. Her twat throbbed and screamed in protest. And yet again his knee brutalized her most intimate place.

DING!

"Awwwww!" the crowd moaned.

"You're lucky I didn't pin your fine ass, Americana," Bruno said, and elbowed her in the side of the head.

"Back off, Bruno!" the ref demanded. "Another punch or kick and you forfeit this round."

Bruno scowled and slowly backed away. After a few feet he turned and lifted his arms in triumph. The crowd went wild. Ms Americana, still propped in the corner, let her head roll back and rested. She didn't have much time to recover. Even her super body couldn't heal that fast.

How humiliating! she thought. He's making a mockery of me.

Even the sound of cheering was starting to change. She was sure she heard more women cheering Bruno now. Everyone loved a winner. Losers weren't worth a second thought or consideration. If she lost tonight, she'd be less than the dirt beneath their feet to the audience, even to her own fans. Ms Americana vowed to not let that happen. Too many young women depended on her.

Snickering from the audience alerted her. Ms Americana's eyes popped open and she pushed herself away from the corner. And just in time. Two masked wrestlers were about to grab her. Infuriated, she screamed and attacked. She kicked one in the face and punched the other in the throat. They fell away to jeers and catcalls. She wasn't sure who the audience was unhappy with, the cheaters or her for foiling their wicked plans.

Ms Americana seized the ropes in both hands and faced the corner, wary of another attack. She would not be taken unaware again. It was just such an attack that left her vulnerable and nearly led to her being pinned by Bruno.

DING!

"What? So soon?" she said, slowly turning around.

She was so tired. She ached all over, especially her pussy and head.

"I'm going to rip that lying bastard's head off," she muttered. It was painfully obvious to her that Bruno was fully intent on winning at any cost. That wanting to lose and "retire" crap was all a ruse to sucker her in, to take her guard down. "Not anymore."

"Whoa!" Bruno called when she turned to face him. "Did you see her stagger? The mighty Ms Invincible is looking very Vincible right now!"

"You're an idiot, Bruno," she snarled. "And I'm more than a match for you, pretty boy."

He suddenly stopped just two steps before her. Bruno's hands lifted to his chest, covering his heart, and he had a beatific look about him.

"You hear that? Ms Americana thinks I'm pretty!"

She was stunned as the crowd laughed and catcalled. It was a remark of derision. Was he truly that stupid? Then she realized he wasn't. He was that cunning. For she'd dropped her guard, surprised and confused, and he was taking advantage.

Bruno stepped in close and sucker punched her. Ms Americana fell back against the turnbuckle with a groan. And a gasp from her loyal followers. Then Bruno stepped closer and punched her in the ribs, first the right side, then the left.

Ms Americana, dazed, felt him seize her head and pull her quickly from the corner. She was raced to the center of the ring and flipped high into the air. She landed with a loud report and lay sprawled spreadeagle in the center of the ring. Dazed, gasping for breath, Ms Americana couldn't breathe or think. She suddenly had an instinctive response she'd never felt before - RUN. Run away and save herself.

"How quick and easy was this!" Bruno cried.

Bruno jumped up and came down hard, pounding his brutal elbow into her stomach. Ms Americana doubled up in an instant, horrible pain ripping through her magnificent body, then flopped back down bonelessly. She was still conscious, but totally unable to control her limbs.

Bruno rolled on top of her. She thought she felt hands on her breasts, then his weight was laid across her upper chest. Ms Americana tried to summon the strength to toss him off, but failed miserably, though she could feel herself recovering quickly.

"One....Two.....Three!" the ref cried, pounding the mat with each count. "Round to Bruno! One each!"

"Next one wins!" Bruno cried and he leapt to his feet.

DING!

Ms Americana lay there a long moment, allowing her body to heal at its supernatural rate. Thank God for that power belt! She ignored the derisive comments and catcalls from Bruno's fans. Let them think and say what they wanted, for she would silence them for once and all time with her victory.

Movement in her corner caught her eye. Ms Americana rolled to her knees and glared daggers at the two masked men. They were wrestlers known to be friends and associates of Bruno. They stopped halfway through the ropes. The referee was once again arguing with Bruno's management team, so didn't see anything.

"What do you think you're doing?" Ms Americana growled.

"Hey!" the ref called angrily. "Get out of here, you two." He turned to Yvette, "If either one of those men entered this ring Bruno will forfeit and lose the fight."

Yvette waved them off. Ms Americana watched as they slowly moved away, never breaking eye contact with her. She wondered which one of the two pulled the stool out from under her and jerked her head back into the post. That was the deed that gave Bruno his advantage, that allowed him to eventually pin her. If not for that heinous act she would've defeated him in the second round and already be on her way home.

"Ah! Son of -- !" Bruno cried.

All eyes turned toward Bruno's corner. A big wrestler, easily half again as big as Bruno, was pulling him through the ropes by his long golden hair. Ms Americana didn't even know who he was, not being a wrestling fan. But he had Bruno by the hair and wasn't letting go. The masked wrestlers that were threatening her immediately took off around the ring to aid their friend.

Ms Americana staggered to her feet and moved into her corner. She was pleased to see not everyone was bent on helping Bruno defeat her. This would delay the next round, giving her vital time to heal. She smiled.

She felt hands on her ankles. Before she could look down her feet were yanked out from beneath her. Ms Americana fell face first into the brutally hard mat. Then her attacker pulled her out of the ring.

"Aaaiiiieee!" she cried as she hit the concrete floor.

Her feet were released and she immediately rolled left. A second later her so far unseen attacker stomped down where her head had been. But the adrenaline was flowing in Ms Americana now. She was furious that once again she was attacked from behind. In a heartbeat she was on her feet and squared off with the sneak attacker.

To her surprise, she faced a six foot five inch woman. The tall redhead's shoulders and arms were bulging with oiled muscles. She wore a black leather studded halter, with matching braces, dog collar, and belt. Her red spandex pants were stuffed into black high-heeled knee boots.

"Who are you?" Ms Americana said. "Ms Steroid-abuse?"

"I'll show you abuse, Ameri-bitch," she said with a deep, manlike voice.

The steroid queen charged with a low growl. Ms Americana simply jumped and did a flip over her, landing behind the confused and angry female wrestler. Then a quick kick into the wrestler's kidneys sent her to her knees with a cry of pain.

DING!

She couldn't believe the bell rang in the middle of not one, but two fights out of the ring.

"Ms Americana!"

She turned to see the ref at the ropes, an angry look on his face. Bruno was standing behind him. There was a little blood splattered about Bruno's face, shoulders and chest, but he looked healthy and eager to continue.

"If you don't return to the ring immediately you will forfeit the fight," the ref threatened. "I expected better from you, Ms Americana."

"I...Never mind," she said.

There was no reason to argue. It just made her look petty, or worse, look like a whiner. So she hurried back to the ring and started to crawl through the ropes. To her surprise, Bruno stepped forward and seized her by the hair before she was halfway through.

"Hey! Let go!"

Instead of letting go, Bruno ran her across the ring and slammed her head into the turnbuckle in his corner. She collapsed to her knees, head spinning as the crowd cheered in delight, stomping their feet in a thunderous roar.

"Dominate!" they called.

Ms Americana was pulled to her wobbly feet by Bruno. He turned her to face his grinning face. There was such wicked delight in his dark eyes. She didn't know how she ever believed him about wanting to end this way of life.

"I thought you wanted to lose," she said weakly.

"You thought wrong, Ameri-Cunt," he said, eyes flashing. "Here's a little taste of what it's going to be like as my girlfriend."

Ms Americana saw his right hand swing back up and up. Her eyes grew wide in shock. He wouldn't dare! But dare he did. That open hand came down and slapped her across the face, spinning her around twice before she fell to her face on the mat.

"Slap down!" the crowd roared, then cheered.

Bruno grabbed her again, pulling her back up. Then she was ran into the ropes, which slingshotted her back at Bruno. He was waiting with a brutal clothesline that left her gasping and clutching her throat on the mat. Then she was lifted up bodily and thrown into her own corner.

"Bitch!" the female wrestler called, and seized both of her ankles again.

"No!" the ref cried.

Ms Americana, still dazed from Bruno's brutal attack, didn't really know what was happening. When she looked down between her huge tits, down the length of her magnificent body, she saw "Steroid Queen" grinning evilly at her. Her heart sank, seeing her feet to either side of the corner post and knowing what was coming. She felt herself being jerked across the mat. Then the corner post slammed into her twat.

"Hugghhh! Ohhh," she groaned, clutching at her abused pussy.

"Give her back, you idiot bitch," Bruno said, grabbing Ms Americana's wrists.

Ms Americana was pulled back into the ring a short ways, then felt Bruno's grasp slacken. The female wrestler jerked again, and once again Ms Americana's pussy was smashed into the unyielding corner post. Bruno's protests were weak and only for show. She didn't understand how the referee could possibly be fooled by them. Then Bruno pulled her away from the post again, only to have the female wrestler pull her back into the corner post.

"Oiiiooo," she wailed. "Please, not again."

The pain was so intense, so debilitating she couldn't do more than lay at her enemies' feet and moan. She'd never been so helpless in her life. Bruno, of course, took sweet revenge on her body. There was no mercy.

This time he pulled her to the center of the ring, then leapt high and came down with a brutal elbow to her stomach. Ms Americana doubled up in pain, then flopped back bonelessly again. No control over her limbs at all.

Twice more he battered her stomach before leaping high in the air to land across her upper chest. She was pinned. Though her world was spinning, growing darker and darker, she heard the ref with cold clarity.

"One.....two.....three!" he called, pounding out the count on the mat. "Bruno the Brutalizer wins!"

His words were like another blow, except this time to her pride and very soul. She had lost to Bruno. He had dominated and defeated her before the whole world.

Great Liberty! I have to be his...his...his WOMAN, she thought, aghast and horrified. I have to let him abuse me for a whole year. What have I done?

"On your feet, Americana," Bruno demanded.

He grabbed her upper arms and lifted her easily to her feet. She was unable to stand unassisted, in part due to the beating and in part due to her utter humiliation.

"I won, Ms Americana," he said. "Say it."

She swallowed hard, unable to look for long into his triumphant eyes.

"Say it for all to hear," Yvette demanded.

His management team surrounded her, with Bruno standing in front of her. A hanging mike dropped down to pick up her next words. She swallowed again.

"You won, Bruno," she whispered.

The crowd went wild. Cheering, catcalling, dancing and stomping in the stands. It was deafening.

"You lost?" Bruno demanded.

"I lost," she admitted.

Again, the crowd went crazy with joy and vicious triumph.

Yvette whispered in her ear, "Kneel and say you are his bitch."

"Please, not that. You won," she said.

"Do it," Bruno said. He pointed to the mat and said loudly, "Kneel to your superior and master, woman!"

Ms Americana's knees were struck from behind and she fell hard to her knees. Four sets of hard, demanding eyes glared down at her. Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips and looked around again. Everywhere she looked was wild celebration. And hungry eyes, waiting to hear her say the words. Waiting to hear her declare herself his bitch.

"Does your word of honor mean nothing," Aaron hissed. "You promised this, in writing. Just as you expected Bruno to fulfill his end of the bargain if he lost, we expect you to fulfill your promises and obligations. So say it."

"I am your bitch."

"From her own lips, Ms Americana has declared me the victor, and herself my BITCH!"

"Kiss his foot, bitch," Yvette whispered in her ear.

"No. Don't make me do that," she said, wild-eyed. "I admitted I lost to him. I've even submitted to him, saying I'm his woman, his bitch. Can't you be a little gracious in victory?"

"No," Bruno said. "You heard her. Kiss my foot."

Ms Americana's heart raced. She was trapped by her own promises. Trapped by her failure to win the fight. But there were still young women who looked up to her, and if she knelt there and kissed his feet before the world like that then it would send the wrong message. But there wasn't any mercy in Bruno's face, or the faces of his management team.

"We're waiting, Americana. You promised," Yvette said. "You belong to Bruno now."

She swallowed hard and nodded reluctantly. Her throat was too tight to speak. So she slowly lowered her full red lips to Bruno's right foot. The crowd gasped and went silent. Everyone watched her with intent eyes. She gently kissed the toe of his boot.

The arena exploded with shouts and cheers. Men were celebrating "their" victory over women. Ms Americana's fans were slinking out of the arena with their heads down.

Bruno seized her again, lifting her high overhead, and walked around the ring in a victory lap as the crowd cheered him, and jeered her. Ms Americana hung limply in his hands, defeated and demoralized. Then returning to the center of the ring, he shouted.

"What will I do to her!"

"Dominate!" they cried.

"Aaiiee!" she cried as he unexpectedly slammed her to the mat.

"Ouch! Bet that hurt!" Bruno shouted, and laughed.

Ms Americana lay at his feet in a pain filled daze. She was barely coherent. The beating she took was taking its toll. The affects were proving cumulative, and even with her power belt it was getting harder and harder to recover. Power belt or not, no human body was equipped to endure that much punishment.

She didn't know how long she laid there, but eventually Bruno lifted her up and tossed her over one shoulder. Ms Americana hung limply as he left the ring and made his way through the throngs of adoring fans. The fans proved bold, with many of them copping feels of her breasts, hair and butt. But soon enough, Bruno reached his office/dressing room.

Bruno, Yvette, Simon and Aaron entered and locked the door. She found herself alone with them, and they all had the most frighteningly hungry faces. Then to her horror, Aaron fetched a camcorder on a tripod and started to set it up.

"What's happening?" she asked.

"Time to celebrate our victory," Yvette said smugly. Her emerald eyes glittered with malicious glee. "Guess who's providing the entertainment?"

Bruno cleared a table by sweeping it clean with one arm, then he plopped Ms Americana down atop it. The camcorder was being aimed at the table, and her.

"No cameras. Please, no cameras! My reputation is hurt bad enough without video taping my ravishment," she said.

"Shut up," Bruno said, and smashed a forearm into her face. Ms Americana was left sprawled on the table in a groaning, writhing daze. "You wanted to completely destroy me and my reputation. So I'm going to do the same to you and your reputation, Ameri-slut."

"Camera's on, Bruno," Aaron said.

"Excellent," he said. "Let's party."

Ms Americana felt his hands at the fastener between her 44DDs. He deftly unfastened the skimpy, star spangled bikini top, releasing her legendary mammaries. She groaned as she felt them fall loose, left exposed before the camera and lustful, victorious men. Every second made her feel more helpless. Everything Bruno did made her feel more vulnerable.

Great Liberty, I know how his girlfriends feel, she thought dismally. Then, And I AM one of his girlfriends. One of his sexy punching bags. What have I done?

His massive hands immediately covered her spectacular tits, kneading and caressing them. She felt her body start to tingle, and a strangely pleasant warmth filled her pussy. He spent the better part of ten minutes enjoying her milky white, globular tits. Then he pulled her bikini bottoms down her long legs, and off.

"My God, the bitch is beautiful," Bruno whispered in awe.

"Yes," Yvette said in equal awe. She licked her lips hungrily. "So beautiful."

"Who do you belong to, Ms Americana," Bruno said as he unfastened his tights.

"I belong to you for one year," she said.

Yvette helped him pull the tights down to his knees. Ms Americana tried to look away, but she could only stare at Bruno's engorged cock as he slowly spread her legs wider. Her shapely hiney was right at the edge of the table, and soon Bruno's massive cock was touching her pussy lips.

"She's already wet and ready," he said with evil delight in his dark eyes.

"I always knew she was a slut," Yvette said, and reached out a perfectly manicured hand and gently ran her delicate fingers through Ms Americana's close cropped, bikini waxed bush, then down across the moist lips of the labia. Ms Americana gasped and tensed as a wave of tickling pleasure shot through her overheated body. "Only a true wanton harlot would dress like that, just begging to be defeated and ravished."

"She gets her wish now," Bruno said, and pressed his cock against her quivering twat.

Ms Americana felt his dick head push past her pussy lips effortlessly. Then the rock hard cock dived into her vagina. She gasped and arched her back, wild-eyed and delirious. She tried to deny it was happening to her. Americana wanted desperately for it to be a dream, a nightmare to wake panting and sweating from. But there was no denying the feel of hard man meat slowly sliding deeper and deeper into her body.

Bruno savored every second of his greatest victory. He loved the feel of his cock penetrating her pussy. Even better, he enjoyed the feel of his dick slowly, very slowly and surely, sliding deeper into Ms Americana's forbidden pussy. He loved the look on her too pretty masked face -- a combination of ecstasy, disbelief and amazement.

Ms Americana groaned low in her throat once he pushed all the way into her, and then started a slow, steady pumping action that took in the full length of his huge cock with every stroke. He had her panting in no time. She couldn't believe how good it felt. Soon her whole body was tingling and she wrapped her long booted legs around his waist and clutched at his body with her gloved hands.

"You belong to Bruno," Yvette whispered into her ear.

She startled Ms Americana. She was so engrossed with Bruno and his amazing cock she didn't notice Yvette move around to stand beside her head. Then the beautiful redhead started fondling her jouncing tits, sending even more intense waves of pleasure through her overtaxed body. Ms Americana started rocking her head back and forth, making little animal sounds with each stroke in or out, with every caress of Yvette's ultra feminine hands.

Bruno started pumping faster. She felt his cock grow even larger and harder. He was growing more excited. Ms Americana's breathing quickened as well. Then Yvette unexpectedly raked her long French-manicured nails across Ms Americana's 44DDs. Instantly, the tingle infusing her body turned into that wonderful rush to climax.

"I'm cumming," Ms Americana gasped, starting to gyrate her hips in unison with Bruno's thrusts. "Great Liberty, I can't cum. It'll make my power belt useless."

"Let go, Ms Ameri-whore," Yvette cooed in her ear, then kissed it. "Let go of Ms Americana, and become Bruno's horny bitch. Bruno's fuck toy."

Then Yvette's glossy purple lips melted into Ms Americana's ruby reds, in a long, lingering kiss. A kiss so demanding and hungry she couldn't do anything but respond and kiss back with equal lust and hunger.

"Oh, yes!" Bruno cried, and started ramming his rod home with wild abandon. "Kiss her! Ohhhhh!"

He suddenly stopped pumping and thrust deep and hard, holding it as hot cum gushed into her body. Ms Americana went over the edge upon feeling both Yvette's teasing tongue, and Bruno's spewing cock deep in her body. The orgasm was like a gut punch, taking her breath away and leaving her stunned and dazed, gasping for breath.

"Oyyghh. Ooooooo," Ms Americana gasped as Yvette released her lips to suck in a hard pink nipple. She squeezed her twat muscles, to milk Bruno of every drop of jizm. "Ohhh, yesss. Yess."

"What a slut," Simon said, laughing.

"Watch this," Yvette said. She straddled Ms Americana's face. The defeated and soundly fucked super heroine discovered Yvette was going commando under her micro mini, and was sopping wet. "Eat me, Ameri-slut. Eat me like the lesbian slut whore you are."

Without thinking, Ms Americana's lips parted and pressed against Yvette smooth shaven snatch. Her strong tongue lapped up the love juices for a long moment, making the high-powered wrestling manager squirm and squeal in delight.

"Oh, yeah, baby! Yeah! Lap it up like a big dog!" Yvette cried. "Eat me, babe. Eat me up, you sleazy slut of a defeated super heroine."

Ms Americana's tongue parted her pussy lips. Yvette gasped and cried out enthusiastically. She ground her hips and pushed harder into Ms Americana's face as the super heroine sucked and licked her clitoris.

Suddenly, Yvette screamed and came in Ms Americana's mouth. The surprised super heroine sucked it all down, and kept on licking as well. Yvette forced her to give her cunnilingus for another five minutes, and two more climaxes, before she was sated and stepped away on wobbly legs.

"Whew!" Yvette said. "That was the best cunnilingus I've ever received."

Ms Americana lay on the table, arms and legs sprawled limply and panting, enjoying the air-conditioned air on her hot, sweat-soaked body. She still had two more men to satisfy, and actually kind of looked forward to it. But first, it appeared everyone was expecting something more from Bruno.

"That was hot," Aaron said, checking the camcorder. "Very hot."

"And it's only going to get hotter," Bruno said. "Pick her up, Simon."

Ms Americana was pulled off the table and stood up facing the camera. Aaron joined Simon, with each of them holding tightly to one of her arms. After her orgasm, Ms Americana was depowered, stripped of the super strength and endurance her now useless power belt provided. So she teetered atop her tall stilettos between the men and watched as Bruno slowly approached her with a mischievous grin. Yvette slipped up behind her and reached under her arms and cupped her 44DDs lovingly.

"I want to know what everyone wants to know," Bruno said. "And now I'm going to find out just who is behind that mask."

"Oh! NO!" she cried, starting to struggle. "That wasn't part of the agreement. Please don't. I'll do anything you ask. Anything!"

Simon and Aaron were more than strong enough to hold her tight, now that her power belt was useless. Then Yvette surprised her by letting one of her hands slide down across her rock hard belly and plunge into her still tingling pussy. Within seconds she found Ms Americana's clit and started rubbing it with an experienced touch. So fear of being unmasked and carnal pleasure warred upon her face and mind.

"Please don't."

"Oh, but I must. I own you, so I have rights," he said. "One of those rights is to KNOW you, in every way."

He grasped the edge of her mask and started pulling. The two-sided tape held tight. He pulled harder. She felt the mask start to peel away.

"Great Liberty!"

Bruno pulled her mask off slowly, savoring every second just as he savored penetrating her pussy earlier. She made the most delightful little animal noises as the mask came off, just like she did when being fucked stupid.

"You look familiar...wait...," he said.

"Brenda Wade!" Yvette said. "My God, its fucking Brenda Wade!"

"The multimillionaire philanthropist and goodie-two-shoe environmentalist?" Simon said. "Oh, this is just getting better and better."

"What have you done?" Ms Americana cried, her knees weak and unable to support her weight now. Only Simon and Aaron kept her standing. "You've destroyed me. I'm ruined."

"Let her go," Bruno said. She fell to her knees before him, disbelieving and pale. "Okay, boys, your turn."

Yvette hurried over and redirected the camcorder. Ms Americana was forced to all fours, and Aaron moved up behind her. Simon stood in front of her. He started rubbing his cock in her now maskless face. Then when Aaron rammed his cock up her pussy, she gasped and Simon took advantage of her open mouth to shove it home too.

"Mmmrrrpphhhh!"

Bruno squatted beside her, playing with a bouncing tit as the two managers fucked her face and twat at once. He watched her with growing delight.

"I truly own you now, BRENDA WADE," Bruno said. "Can you say blackmail? No, of course not, you have a mouth full of cock right now. But you know what it means, and you know I have you. You are mine forever now."

THE END