DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana/Brenda Wade, Flag Girl/Lydia Wills, Got Gal, Got Chic, Green Spectre/Axanna Morgan, Spectre Girl/Summer Morgan, Lady Midnight/Angela Grear and Azure Angel are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.

CHAPTER 10

Brenda wanted to cry. Wanted to ball like a little baby. But she had to be strong, for Lydia. Poor Lydia was softly sobbing beside her, covered in almost as much cum as coated and dripped down her own sticky body. To make things worse, Ashley and Big Daddy had driven them back to Sugar Town, and dropped them off in front of Danny Ritter’s residential hotel. Naked save their shoes and dog collars, they had no choice but to run into the seedy hotel and go straight to Danny’s door.

“How, like, totally humiliating is this,” Lydia whispered.

“We have no choice, if Danny doesn’t take us back in then we will be forced into prostitution before the night is out,” Brenda said through a tight throat. Being repeatedly fucked and belittled by Danny was only slightly better. At least this way they could manage a thin veil of dignity. “Here goes.”

Brenda knocked. They waited breathlessly. Disgusting Danny would be the man to decide their fates. They could not believe it had come to this.

In less than a minute the door was jerked open. Danny’s angry face greeted them, an angry insult stuck in his mouth. His surprise spread across his ugly face, then his eyes dropped to their used and abused bodies, and he smiled evilly.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen, again!” he crowed in delight. “And look at you, crawling back to me. I should’ve known.”

“Danny, please, we don’t have anywhere else to go,” Brenda said, burning in utter shame and humiliation. At that moment she felt her degradation profoundly. “Can we stay with you again?”

“We’ll be good,” Lydia whispered.

He regarded them a long moment. Brenda began to panic. She thought he might send them away. Naked in the streets of Sugar Town was a one way ticket to streetwalking. They knew every pimp in Sugar Town, and had even beaten up and sent to jail each one at least twice. To BELONG to one of those sleazy worms would be the ultimate shame and disgrace, the most profoundly degrading thing that could happened to them. And any pimp that got his slimy hands on them would LOVE it.

Brenda began to tremble before Danny. She couldn’t help herself. He was going to send them away, to be forced by a pimp to prostitute themselves. Within seconds she was shaking so badly her 38Gs began to jiggle, catching Danny’s eye.

“You should be scared,” Danny said, clearly angry. “I remember how you dismissed me, insulted me, as you left earlier.”

“We were wrong, Danny.”

“Damn right you were,” he said. He regarded them a moment longer, then smiled. “Okay, I’ll take you back in, but besides sex on demand, you have to start paying rent.”

“Rent?” Brenda gasped. “But we don’t have any money.”

“Or a job,” Lydia said.

“Oh, I got you jobs,” Danny said. He stepped back and motioned for them to come inside. “Time for you to shower and get ready. I’ll take you across the street to start working tonight.”

“Strippers?” Brenda said, horrified.

“Would you rather be hookers?”

“No.”

“Then shower that spunk off quickly,” he said. They started walking past him, heading reluctantly towards the shower. He slapped Brenda in her shapely rump. “Step smartly, girls, time is money.”

Danny supervised their showers, making sure they scrubbed off all of the cum. They had to shower with the collars on, since they didn’t have the keys to the little padlocks and Danny kind of liked them. Once they were clean again, he led them out of the apartment and across the street. They got a lot of attention, since they were only wearing collars and stilettos, wet hair dripping down their backs.

The titty bar was called Crazy Sexy. It was small and sleazy by any standards. Brenda counted twelve strippers when they walked in, with one in a dark corner obviously riding a patron's cock, up and down. One stripper danced on the only stage, four on the bar and the rest mingling and wheedling men for money. The lewd way they were performing their lap dances made Brenda's body start to tingle and go flush.

That is sex without the penetration! she thought with a lump in her throat.

“Danny! What’s up?” the bartender called. Then he spotted Brenda and Lydia following him. “Whoa! Are these the two stuck up, rich sluts you were telling me about? Brenda Wade and Lydia Wills?”

The mention of those well-known names brought the strip joint to a stop. The overly loud, pounding music continued, but the dancers stopped dancing and the patrons all turned to gawk at the fallen famous femme fatales. The two helpless beauties gawked at all the dangerous, dirty looking men and women leering lustfully at them.

“Yep, that’s them, Owen. Brenda Wade in the FLESH,” Danny said, and reached back to cup one of Brenda’s massive naked mammaries. He squeezed it, hefted it up and down to the mesmerized eyes of his audience. “Now, I ask you, it this woman built to be a TITTY DANCER or what?”

“Shit fire, dude, she’s got enough titty meat for four dancers,” Owen said, staring hungrily at Brenda’s 38Gs. He licked his lips, which made Brenda’s belly quake and twist. Owen Cleaver was an old lecher, with grizzled five day beard and more salt than pepper in the tangled mop upon his head. Owen had a pronounced paunch and looked dirty behind the bar. When he leered at her tits, she noticed several missing teeth. And there was no doubt in her mind she would be forced to fuck him before the night was over. “They ready to dance?”

That knowledge made her libido fire up. She had to fight the urge to rub her thighs together.

“Yep. Ready, willing and eager to please in every way,” Danny said, shocking Brenda and Lydia. A loud, “Oooww” came from the watching men and women. “You wanna see them strut their stuff first?”

“Yes, sir,” he said, then patted the bar. “Jump up here, ladies, and show us what you got.”

“Brenda,” Lydia whispered urgently. “I don’t think I can do it.”

“You have to,” Brenda said. “If you don’t then we both will be sold to a pimp and forced to be hookers within the hour.”

With that, Brenda climbed up onto the bar and stood tall and proud as the men and women gawked at her startling beauty in stunned admiration. They reminded her of the penthouse earlier that day. Those rich bastards had that same look of awed lust on their faces as they watched her being thoroughly fucked. Her body started to respond in a basic way, by further preparing itself for sex. She felt her twat begin to moisten, and butterflies exploded deep in her belly, followed closely by an erotic heat starting to spread up from her pussy. Soon, she felt her nipples harden and stand up proudly.

A pounding, intoxicating rock song was playing. It was perfect dancing music -- for a sleazy stripper. Her heart started pounding so hard she could barely hear the music. She closed her eyes, so she wouldn’t have to look her exploiters in the eye, and raised her hands above her head. She turned her face to the side and started swiveling her well rounded hips.

I can still choose how low I fall, she thought. She shook her 38Gs at the crowd, and smiled tightly as they gasped. I choose the level of debauchery to which I fall, no one else. I am still a superior woman, and I control my own destiny.

Brenda recalled her High School and college days, when she went out to party a couple nights a week, and all weekend. She danced to impress and cock tease back then. She smiled, recalling how she did it.

“Whoa! Look at her go!” Owen said, awestruck.

One of the patrons, a grizzled old timer, stood up and stepped up to Brenda. He folded a dollar lengthways and handed it up to her. She took the tip, and looked at it a long moment. It was the very first dollar she earned in the sex industry.

“Thank you,” she whispered numbly, and began to dance again to help her forget her new lot in life.

“Your turn, Blondie,” Owen said. “Dance or get out.”

Lydia, who had been spellbound by Brenda’s sexy dancing, was startled out of her trance. She gulped and let Owen help her up atop the bar. She didn’t even say anything when his hands touched her tits and butt.

Like Brenda before her, Lydia closed her eyes and tried to lose herself in the music. She couldn’t dwell on the men and women watching her dance nude. Being a sexy teen, she lost herself in the music much quicker. Soon, like Brenda, she was dancing erotically for all to enjoy.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

“Brenda Wade, her own damn stuck up self, giving me a lap dance!” a dirty unemployable sneered below her.

Brenda was indeed giving the reprobate a lap dance. His hard, callused hands were resting tightly on her narrow waist as her hips gyrated and rubbed her pussy mound hard into his hard bulge. Her 38Gs were so close to his bug ugly face she brushed it every few seconds. His teasing tongue darted out and licked her left nipple. Again. Her hands were buried deep in her own silky black mane, head thrown back.

The humiliated former billionaire’s shapely body was aflame with need and desire. For five hours now she had given lap dances nonstop. She was exhausted and horny. Though she hated the thought, she knew she’d have to fuck the shit out of Danny tonight. It would be the best he ever had, and the best she ever gave. Just to release the pent up tension.

I could’ve used that sexual tension, sexual frustration, to power my belt, she thought bitterly. But I am cut off from my costume and power belt, helpless before these skanky, lusty men.

“Uuuummmm,” she groaned as her “client” began sucking on a rock hard nipple.

The customers were not allowed to touch the dancers in any way, according to Delta City law. So by the law, both Brenda and her customer were breaking the law. But after the first hour of fighting off men, both Brenda and Lydia lost their will to fight and now did very little to stop the pawing of their shapely bodies.

Looking to her right, she watched Lydia give a lap dance to another sleaze bucket. He was molesting her shamelessly, squeezing and mauling her hefty tits with hands, tongue and mouth. Lydia was frantically rubbing her naked pussy against his bulge, her dainty hands grasping helplessly at the man misusing her so terribly. And worse, all the while a beautiful redheaded stripper named Nikki had the helpless former heroine in a passionate lip lock.

Suddenly, Lydia’s big blue eyes grew very wide, then rolled up into her head as she let out a scream into the stripper’s mouth.

“Uuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmggggggggggghhhhhhh!”

“Oh no!” Brenda cried, shocked. They had finally pushed Lydia over the top. That looked like a powerful climax. She knew poor Lydia was in no shape to handle being so thoroughly manhandled, and then forced to climax. It wouldn’t be long before Lydia was tamed. And feeling her traitorous body all a-tingle and burning with need, she wondered how long it would be before they cowed and tamed her as well. Great Liberty, what has happened to us?

The vile men and women of the strip joint cheered Lydia’s climax. The perpetrator was slapped on the back and shoulders, heartily congratulated by one and all. Brenda tried to glare daggers at him when he glanced at her, full of self-importance and smug conceit. But her man took a tiny nip out of her nipple.

“Yeow! Bastard,” she cried, suddenly stepping back. “What was the meaning of that, dickwad?”

Even as she spoke the words she regretted them. Her vocabulary was dropping down to their level. Five hours earlier, she’d never dreamed of using such a base word as “dickwad.” Now she used it quite frequently.

“Closing time, boys and girls,” Owen called.

Brenda breathed a sigh of relief. They had made it through their first night of stripping. Though, truth be known, they did very little stripping and a whole lot of lap dancing. Given her choice, Brenda would rather strip on stage. Lap dancing in Sugar Town meant lots of fondling and caressing, and other “incidental” touching of loathsome men and women.

Brenda and Lydia quickly moved to a far corner and warily watched the patrons shuffle out. The dancers all collected all of their money and came out to Owen, who sat himself at a table. To their horror, Brenda and Lydia watch each of the girls first pay him two hundred dollars in “fees” and then be forced to give up one half of their remaining tips. That tip money was put in a pool for all of the other workers in the club. The owner, bartenders, bouncers, door men all got a cut of that pot. There were more strippers than staff, which meant EVERYONE earned more than the strippers.

“How much?” Owen asked Brenda and Lydia.

“Twelve hundred dollars,” she admitted, having no way to hide any of her cash.

“One thousand,” Lydia said, clutching her thick wad of cash to her naked chest.

“That’s two hundred each, up front,” Owen said.

“This isn’t fair,” Brenda said, handing over two hundred dollars.

“Like, yes,” Lydia said. “You guys are so bad. You’re totally ripping us off. We worked hard for this money.”

“And we didn’t work hard to setup and maintain a safe environment for you two lovelies to dance and make lots of money?” Owen said, a bit annoyed. “You may think you were abused and manhandled tonight, but imagine how out of control it would’ve been if say the bouncers weren’t there to protect you.”

“You would’ve been gang-banged and sold to a pimp,” Danny piped in.

“Exactly,” Owen said. “So, that’ll be another five hundred from you Brenda and another four hundred from you, Lydia.”

That left them nine hundred dollars between the two of them.

“And, of course, there’s your rent,” Danny said. He took half of what they had left, leaving them with just four hundred and fifty dollars. The other strippers, bouncers and the rest of the staff laughed at their dejected looks, then left. “That ought to be enough to get you some proper stripping clothes tomorrow before work.”

Brenda’s throat tightened. He was right. They would have to buy clothes first thing tomorrow. That would likely take most of their meager earnings. It was going to be tough paying off her debtors. But she wasn’t about to give Danny half of her earnings. He got away with it tonight, but as soon as they had enough to get their own place, he was cut off.

Danny stood up, stretched and grinned at Owen. “Which one you want? As if I have to ask.”

“Ha! Too funny. You’re right, I want Ms Stuck-up herself, Brenda,” Owen said.

“Then I’ll take Lydia and go,” Danny said.

Before either woman understood what they meant, Danny took Lydia by her hand and started for the door. Brenda stared after them in stunned silence. She wanted to stop them, but if she did where would they stay? They were naked women. Nowhere to go. Without a man to "protect" them, the first pimp to spot them would take command and put them to work peddling their shapely asses.

Lydia followed Danny docilely, her 36Ds bouncing enticingly with each step. With her remaining two hundred in one hand, she stared back at Brenda until she vanished out the door.

Great Liberty, Danny is going to fuck her seven ways to Sunday, she thought dismally. And after lap dancing all night, Lydia is so horny she will fuck him back twice as hard. She’s doomed.

“Looks like it’s just us, babe,” Owen said, staring at her 38Gs.

“Yes, sir,” Brenda said, noticing the bulge in his pants.

He turned his chair around. Then he patted his lap.

“Gimme a lap dance, babe,” he said, staring at her 38Gs. “Slowly undress me during the dance. And make it hot.”

He picked up a remote and clicked on some slow music to dance to. She smiled tightly. Brenda knew where this would end. She was about to be fucked by Owen.

With her hands above her head, Brenda began a slow swaying of her well rounded hips as she slowly moved closer and closer to Owen. His eyes never left her 38Gs, swaying and jiggling before him so deliciously.

"You got the best tits, babe."

"Thanks."

Brenda straddled the titty bar owner and danced sensuously. She let her tits brush his face. She rubbed his bulging crouch with her naked wet pussy. Within a minute he had a wet spot, like all of her previous lap dance customers that evening. All that twat stimulation was almost too much for Brenda to take.

"Oh, baby, I'm sooo horny," she moaned, and sensually pressed her pillowy white tits firmly into his ugly face. "I got to have someone put out this fire inside."

"I got the fire hose right here, babe," he said, thrusting his budge hard into her cunt.

"I know," she said, then ripped his shirt open. If she had to do him, then she wanted to do it and get it over with as quick as possible. He looked like he would fall right to sleep after sex. "And you're making me work for it. That ain't right." She reached down and gently brushed her full red lips across his lips. "A girl has needs, you know. Powerful needs."

Owen started to tremble in his need. She ran her fingers through his tangled mop as she rubbed her super tits all over his face. Within seconds his grimy hands seized those beautiful breasts, squeezing and caressing, nuzzling and licking.

"Uuuummmmm, baby," she moaned. "Take me. I'm yours."

"Son of a bitch, I can't take it no more," Owen cried, and unzipped. An extremely thick nine inch cock sprang out of his straining pants. "Mount up!"

"Yes!" she cried, and guided his eager cock straight into her twat as she slowly lowered herself onto him. Within seconds Brenda Wade was impaled upon her boss's cock. "Ooohhhh, Great Lib, uh, um, my Goddess."

"Oh, yeah, you feel real good and tight on me," Owen groaned.

Pleasure exploded within Brenda's sexy body. After being passed around and gang-banged most of the day, then forced to strip for hours and hours, the woman that was once Delta City's greatest pillar of chastity was moaning and groaning, bouncing joyfully up and down an avowed degenerate's thick cock. And LOVING IT.

"Yyyeeeeeeeeooooooooowwwwwwww!" she cried, at the very edge of climax within seconds.

"Whose your daddy?" he cried.

"You're my daddy!"

"Say it again."

"You my daddy!" she cried, and felt her body pass that point of no return. A powerful orgasm rolled down the mountain and slammed into her. "Aaaaagghhhhh! Oh, eeeeeiiiiiiiioooooowwww! Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Fucking A, you're one horny bitch," he laughed.

Brenda looked at him in utter wonder. That was the most powerful climax yet.

"Do it again," she whispered. "Please."

"Oh yeah, babe," he said. "Start riding me, baby. And don't stop until Daddy tells you that you can dismount."

"Oh, yes, you're my daddy," she groaned, starting to bounce up and down on his thick cock.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

"Oh, man," Brenda groaned, stumbling out the back door of Crazy Sexy at nine thirty in the morning. "I should've asked what time I have to be back to work. I didn't get any sleep last night."

She smiled. The titty bar owner was VERY pleased with her. He liked all of the hot sex she gave him a lot. Enough to give her a form-fitting, really way too tight, mini dress. It was bright red spandex, and barely dropped down enough to cover her twat. So tight it pushed her 38Gs up high and proud.

It felt real good to be dressed again.

Brenda licked her lips. They felt swollen and raw. Way too much oral sex in one day. Her butt hole ached too, but not her pussy. Not exactly. It ached, but in a more sensual manner.

"I'm become insatiable," she said, frowning.

Brenda remembered the curse of the Aphrodite gene. She possessed that gene, as did Lydia. Most women who put on masks and costumes and became super heroines possessed the Aphrodite gene. It gave them their large, spectacular breasts and statuesque bodies. Bodies that men lusted after, but had incredible endurance and healing abilities. It also made it possible for them to handle super powers. A normal woman's body couldn't handle the stress of super strength. But the curse remained, making them extremely susceptible to sexual stimulation and exploitation.

"Oh, I'm so sexually exploited now," she said, and sighed.

Brenda looked up and down the trashed out alley. She couldn't recall which way was the shortest way out. Crazy Sexy was near the center of the block, so either way probably wouldn't matter much. So she turned right and head down the alley.

It was deathly quiet. Sugar Town was a late night place. The light of day, especially the early morning hours, was down time. Oh, about mid morning the poorest hookers would hit the streets trying to scratch enough to score their drug of choice.

"I remember this alley," she muttered, eyes shining and smiling. "Three weeks ago, Flag Girl and I teamed up with Green Spectre and Spectre Girl. We caught Jerry Hoffendorf in this alley. Kicked his butt good. He left town the next day, to go sell his drugs in another city."

Those were good times.

Before Felicity betrayed her so cruelly.

"Back when I was someone," she said dejectedly. "Back when I was strong and in control of my destiny. Back when I could make a difference in the world."

"Help!"

Brenda froze, heart hammering. That was a woman's voice. A terrified voice.

"Please, someone help me!"

It was up ahead. Brenda took off running without thought. Heading straight into the danger zone. She was thrilled, and totally forgot she wasn't a super heroine any more. She was just a stripper.

Within seconds Brenda heard a scuffle ahead. Then a sobbing woman, followed by at least two cursing men. When she rounded the last bend in the alley she spotted four men struggling with a young woman. The woman was already half naked. She was clearly not a denizen of Sugar Town, wearing the gray wool suit of a middle manager.

"Halt, miscreants!" Brenda cried in her Ms Americana voice.

The men froze, gawked at her, then laughed.

"Come on down, girlie," a tall Hispanic man called, beckoning her to join them.

A sandy haired man grinned as he held on to the struggling brunette. The other three men fanned out and started toward Brenda. She finally came to a halt, remembering her change in circumstances.

Oh, Hell, I did it now, she thought, remembering her hard earned money from the previous night. In her five inch stilettos, without her power belt, there was no way she would outrun those men. But could she outfight them? Green Spectre and Spectre Girl, Lady Midnight and Azure Angel don't have super powers and they manage just fine.

So Brenda assumed a fighting stance and waited.

"Ooo, watch out boys, she's a vicious Kung Fu fighter," the Hispanic said mockingly.

"What style Kung Fu would that be, Jaime? Funky Hooker Kung Fu?"

"Oh, funny. But she looks more like a TITTY fighter to me," Jaime said. "Look at those gai-normous titties!"

"Monster tits, for sure," the average sized, skinny Asian said.

"Try concerned citizen Kung Fu, dickwads," Brenda said.

They all stopped grinning and got serious.

"Me, Reggie and Wan are going to teach you some respect, whore," Jaime said. "Get her."

"Respect this!" she cried, stepped forward and kicked straight up into Jaime's chin. The young street punk's feet flew up in the air and he came crashing down in a heap at her feet. Brenda didn't bask in her victory, but spun left while the other two stared dumbly at their fallen friend. Wan took a foot in the gut, followed by a chop to the throat. As he collapsed, gasping and clutching at his abused throat, the last hoodlum turned and ran. "Come back and fight like a man, punk!"

They didn't even hesitate in their escape. The one holding the woman ran, too, followed by the two Brenda beat down.

Brenda forgot them and rushed to the poor sobbing woman.

"Pull yourself together, woman," she growled, looking around nervously. Now that she recalled correctly, all of the super heroines without super strength or some other power also relied on clever gadgets and such to defeat their foes. All she had was stripper shoes, collar and tight dress. "What on Earth possessed you to come here? Drugs?"

It couldn't be anything else. Drugs were on sale twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. The brunette was too pretty to be looking for a "date."

"Flat tire," she said. "I didn't think before getting out and looking for a phone booth."

"No cell phone?"

"I hate cell phones."

"Get one anyway," Brenda said, hustling her out of the alley. "For emergencies."

Brenda got her out to the street, spotted a cab and flagged it down. She handed the cabbie a twenty.

"Just get her out of Sugar Town," she said.

"Why would a hooker help me?" the brunette asked.

Brenda tensed up.

"I'm a stripper," she said tightly. "NOT a hooker."

"Sorry!" she cried as the cab sped away.

Brenda crinkled her nose at the speeding cab, then shrugged. Then a big grin spread across her beautiful face.

Wait until Lydia hears about this!

Noticing a boutique that specialized in hooker and stripper apparel was opening across the street, Brenda reached up and touched the wad of cash nestled deep in her cleavage. With a sigh of resignation, she started over to buy more stripper clothes