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 11

Angela Grear stepped out of her silver BMW. She stood and took a brief moment to stretch her shapely, five foot nine inch body. She had shoulder length straightened black hair. The African-American beauty's full lips spread into a grim smile as she regarded the front door of Wade Manor.

Drakes Manor, now, she corrected herself.

"Good afternoon, Ms Grear," Clive said from the door.

Angela slanted a curious look at him. Why was Brenda Wade's butler still working here? Didn't Felicity "clean house" after taking over? Did that mean Clive was not loyal to Brenda? Or worse?

I'll need to have a long talk with Brenda and get all the facts straightened out, she thought. But beamed a breathtaking smile at the ancient butler. "Nice to see you again, Clive. Is Ms Drakes available?"

"I'll find out," he said. "If you'll follow me."

Angela was lead into the Great Room and left to her own devices. Moments later she heard the clicking of high heels on marble. Then Felicity swept into the room like she'd grown up in this kind of luxury.

"Ms Grear, so nice of you to visit," Felicity said, all smiles.

Angela remembered her as Brenda's super efficient assistant. Always in the background, but too good to ignore. She was always pretty, but now that she had the "Wade" fortune behind her she had transformed into a drop dead gorgeous young woman. Hair, nails, makeup, all were perfect. She recognized the silk dress she wore as one of Lydia's. Brenda's clothes would all be too big for her. Felicity's 36Cs didn't fill out the dress as well as Lydia's 36Ds.

"I won't waste your time, Ms Drakes," Angela said. "This deal that seems to have completely stripped Brenda Wade of her fortune doesn't look kosher. Someone like Brenda Wade doesn't just give away one of this nations' greatest fortunes, leaving herself with absolutely nothing. It's insane."

"I agree, but that is between Brenda and her doctors," Felicity said, suddenly icy. "Brenda Wade's financial affairs are none of my concern. She wanted out of the rat race, and she's out. I'm glad to step in and fill her rather LARGE shoes. If she regrets giving me her fortune, well that isn't my concern either. I assure you, I have NO intentions of giving it back."

"Perhaps we can work out a compromise."

"Are you Brenda Wade's attorney, or an Assistant District Attorney?"

"I'm an Assistant D.A., but…"

"No buts, Ms Grear, if you don't represent Ms Wade, then I have nothing to say to you but MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS," Felicity said, standing. "And if you did represent her, then you'd have to speak to MY lawyers." She glanced at Clive, who appeared out of nowhere, "Clive, see Ms Grear to the door."

"This is not the end of this, Ms Drakes."

"Oh, but it better be," Felicity said.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Green Spectre parked the car in a dark alley on Delta Street. Delta Street was Delta City's main street, passing through the center of downtown. The club district was bisected by Delta Street, just out of downtown. The sexy super heroine frowned, recalling that not only had most of the socialites been abducted on this street, but it was the street Ms Americana and Flag Girl had been staking out when they had their unfortunate incident with the slavers.

"Delta Street is sure jumping tonight, Green Spectre!" Spectre Girl said excitedly, with an envious gleam in her eyes. Nineteen year old Summer would much rather be partying with her friends in the clubs that lined this street, and the adjacent streets, than hunting down grim white slavers. Anyone would. "Sarah Silverstein is having a big party over at Club Arriba."

"Hmm, that has to be tempting for the Debutante-a-day Gang," Green Spectre said, thinking furiously. "I wish you'd told me this earlier. Sarah will have many socialite friends attending her party. I can't see how the white slavers will miss such an opportunity."

"Oh, right," Spectre Girl said. "I guess I was just bummed out since I couldn't go, because we're hunting the white slavers." Then she brightened up. "But maybe this is the big break we were looking for. This could be the night we take them down!"

"Maybe. Club Arriba is just two blocks down," Green Spectre said, grinning at her sexy daughter and sidekick. "Let's go get them."

The dynamic duo got out of their Spectre Mobile and struck classic poses. No one was around to see them, but just in case. The night was warm, so Green Spectre left behind the black leather bolero jacket she sometimes wore. So she stood there looking around in a green satin bustier and French cut green and black thong, all displayed her magnificent 38DD-24-38 body beautifully. A black and yellow utility belt encircled her tiny waist, and a big letter G was centered on her left tit. Her long, shapely legs were sheathed in black fishnets, and went down into black calf boot with another G on their outer sides. Her hands and arms were covered by black opera gloves almost to her arm pits, and her throat was encircled by a green choker and the letter G again. Finally, she finished off her super heroine costume with a green mask with the letter G between her brows.

The five foot eleven blonde haired, hazel-eyed beauty was a sight to behold and many regarded her as the most beautiful of Delta City’s super heroines. Indeed, the previous year one Men’s magazine rated her the Most Beautiful Super Heroine in the World.

Her daughter, Spectre Girl, was a sight to behold as well, though a smaller version of her mother and mentor at five foot four, with big blue eyes and short blonde tresses. Like her mother, she wore black stiletto calf boots, black opera gloves, green choker and green mask. The main part of her costume was different, being a pair of black latex short-shorts with twin zippers slanting above each leg, with yellow piping to highlight them, and a tight, dark green latex halter-like top that left her midriff bare and emphasized her rather nice 36 inch bust.

"We're clear," Spectre Girl said.

"Let's go."

Green Spectre led her sidekick deeper into the alley. She didn't want to spook the slavers, so was avoiding walking down Delta Street. Costumed super heroines attracted lots of attention. So she wanted to go one street over and down, then get on top of the building across from Club Arriba. From there they would stake out the club.

The only sound was the clicking of their heels on the concrete as they moved quickly down the alley. Nearing the next street, the sexy super heroine checked out the buildings to either side. One was a store with no windows along the alley, and the other an abandoned two story structure with lots of windows. Abandoned buildings were good to remember with white slavers in the area. She knew they would know all the abandoned buildings in the area they operated, in case they needed a bolt hole or somewhere to be away from prying eyes.

"Hey, watch it, moron!" a male voice called from the street.

"I'll watch you bleed, boy," another, harsher voice called.

Many male voices piped up casting threats of dire violence.

The two super heroines glanced at each other and shook their heads woefully. Trouble meant they might be needed. But by helping someone chase off thugs, they might advertise their presence in the area and scare off the white slavers.

Rounding the corner they spotted a dozen or more big, brawny men, with long hair and beards. Bikers. Outlaw bikers by the colors on their sleeveless jean jackets.

"I thought they were still in jail?" Spectre Girl said, frowning.

"My Goddess, why can't we keep such vile miscreants locked up?" Green Spectre said, disgusted. The Loco Diablos were as wicked, crazy and dangerous a gang as any Green Spectre has seen or heard about. It was all she and Spectre Girl could do to defeat and arrest them before. Now, just two weeks later and they are on the street terrorizing innocent citizens again. So she stepped out into the street and yelled, "Halt! Stop harassing those honest citizens, you miscreants!"

"Oh, lookie here, boys, the mighty Green Spectre and Spectre Girl have finally shown up," Big Mike said. He was six foot eight, and heavily muscled, and heavily tattooed. At twenty-eight, he'd spend twelve years in prison. His hair was a greasy looking blonde, shoulder length and a bit lighter than his scraggly beard. He was the founder and leader of the Loco Diablos. Despite the name, none of them were Hispanic. "Maybe they want to apologize to us."

"Tell them to apologize to this," Ox grumbled, grabbing his crotch. He was a bit shorter, at six five, than Big Mike, but WIDE. He was huge and strong. Like an ox. "I ain't got nothing else to say to those sluts."

"Who you calling a slut, moron?" Spectre Girl cried, blue eyes flashing as she clenched her tiny fists. "We kicked your unwashed butts before, and will do it again if necessary."

"We suggest you behave and leave quietly," Green Spectre said in her most commanding voice.

"What? Leave before we THANK you both for arranging our really nice accommodations for the past two weeks?" Big Mike said, starting to lead the Loco Diablos towards them. "Perish the thought."

"I can't wait to start expressing my appreciation to Green Skank and Slut Girl," Sarge said. He was the tallest at six ten, and burly. His dark hair was cut super short, and in a flat top. He looked like a Drill Sergeant on steroids, in a bad mood.

"I believe it started similar to this two weeks ago," Green Spectre said, frowning. If they wanted any chance at all to catch the Debutante-a-Day Gang that night she needed to defuse the situation. She doubted that would be possible. "I don't think you boys want a repeat of that night again."

"That butt kicking we gave you," Spectre Girl piped in needlessly, and angered them even more with the reminder.

"Ain't going to be a repeat," Big Mike said, stopping just one pace in front of Green Spectre. Sarge stood opposite Spectre Girl. They all glared at each other a long moment, before a cruel smile started to spread across the biker's face. "We've been planning this for two weeks."

"Not much else to do but plan revenge in lock up," Sarge growled.

"Plan all you want," Green Spectre said. "We're still super heroines and you boys are still genetically deprived apes. If you don't back off, there's going to be a bigger ass whipping tonight."

"Count on it," Big Mike said, and swung at Green Spectre.

She caught his punch on the outside of her wrist, and pushed it aside as she stepped in and punched him in the throat. His eyes went wide in shock. She grabbed his wrist and flipped him over. Out the corner of her eyes, she watched her daughter duck under Sarge's powerful uppercut, and step in to punch him in the gonads.

Two bikers down, ten or more to go.

Six of the bikers took off running. Spectre Girl cried out in joy and took off after them. She was twenty feet away before Green Spectre realized what she was doing. Cold fear froze her heart. Her daughter was still too excitable in the heat of battle.

"Spectre Girl! NO!" she cried. She took a step to follow, "We have to stay together!"

"Too late," Chucky said. He was six four, burly and bald, with a dark scraggly beard. He charged her from the side, taking a monster swing at her face. She ducked the right cross, but couldn't dodge his massive body slamming into her. A second later he dragged her down to the ground. "Got her!"

In a heartbeat the last three bikers jumped on her, too. Green Spectre writhed, cursed, punched and elbowed, but to no avail. One of them connected a fist to her chin, light and darkness exploded behind her eyes and her body went limp.

Seconds later, the sexy super heroine was jerked to her feet, a biker tightly holding each arm, and one behind with a firm grip in her blonde hair. Chucky stepped up before her, and punched her in the belly, over and over and over again. He pounded her belly until she puked.

Then Big Mike stepped up and glared at her. First he punched her in the right tit, then the left. Then Sarge surged to his feet, pushed Big Mike aside and pounded knee after knee into her crotch.

"Take her into the alley," Big Mike said, chuckling darkly.

"What about Spectre Girl?" Sarge said.

"Little Abe and the others caught her, and dragged her into the alley other side of this building," he said. "We'll have some fun with Green Slut here, then switch out later and start over fucking Spectre Cunt."

"Sounds like a plan," Sarge said.

"Exactly. All according to plan, too," Big Mike said. He lifted Green Spectre's limp head and grinned. "I love it when a plan comes together like this."

Green Spectre was starting to come around when she felt the zipper at the back of her costume pulled open. A second later her spectacular 38DDs were exposed and greedy hands were on them, squeezing and groping brazenly.

"Ohhh, stop," Green Spectre groaned. "I'm a super heroine, not some cheap whore to play with like this."

"Say what? In that costume? Honey you are BEGGING to be fucked stupid," Big Mike said as she was pushed to the ground and held there. Big Mike pulled her thong down her mile long legs and tossed it aside. "I think we hit the mother lode, boys."

"Yowza!" Sarge cried.

"We’re gonna get a whole lotta lovin' outta that whore tonight," Ox said, licking his lips and rubbing his crotch.

Green Spectre was held down spread eagle by four burly bikers. Big Mike stood between her shapely, booted legs and grinned at her. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade and clicked it open. He had her undivided attention at that point, and she stopped any semblance of struggling. Then he reached down between her legs and slit open her black fishnet pantyhose. Within moments her pantyhose were in shredded tatters hanging around the top of her boots.

"The last barrier to super heroine heaven has been taken away boys. Now we party like rock stars!"

"This is a felony!" she cried as Big Mike dropped to his knees between her wide spread legs. "Raping a super heroine will get you hard time in state prison, not county lock up."

"Been there, done that," Big Mike said, grinning evilly. He caressed her close cropped, bikini waxed pubic mound, letting his thick, rough fingers linger on her swollen pussy lips. "Haven't done that yet."

"We banged Got Gal once," Sarge told her. "And her sidekick, Got Chic. It was sweet."

"Never went to jail for it," Big Mike said. "Never even charged. Super heroines just suck it up, deny anything untoward happened and go about their business. Precious little things don't want to admit defeat in public. It would destroy the public's perception of their invincibility and purity of body and heart."

"Wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?" Sarge said, and laughed.

"Yeah, you slutty girls won't say anything to anybody about this," Big Mike said. "Besides, we're going to sell you to a pimp when we're through with you."

"Yeah," Crazy Cain said. He was holding her left leg. "That makes you OFFICIAL whores."

"Yeah, Professional whores, instead of just amateurs," Ox laughed.

"You won't get away with this, you…you….MONSTERS!"

Green Spectre began to struggle helplessly. The vanquished vigilante knew they would fuck her stupid if she didn't escape. And where was Spectre Girl? Why hadn't she returned to save her? It could only mean one thing.

Big Mike pulled out a ten inch cock. The thickest cock she'd ever seen. He then leaned over her, so that his nose was just inches above hers. The sexy super heroine gasped, her sweet full lips parting ever so slightly as she felt his thick fingers slip between the folds of her nether lips and gently caress her hot, wet, and very sensitive slit.

"Do you have any idea how much we are going to enjoy this?" he asked, gloating over her. He lowered his lips into hers as he found her clitoris and began to rub it.

"Mmmmmmm," she groaned.

"I knew you'd like it," Big Mike said, and thrust his huge cock into her pussy before she knew what was happening.

"Yeeeeeeooooooooowwwww!" she cried. "Bastard!"

"I like it when they talk dirty," Ox said.

"Oh, Goddess help me," she cried, feeling that cock with every fiber of her being.

He pushed in five good inches before he pulled back and thrust again. She grunted and lifted her rump off the ground with every thrust. It only took three thrusts to push all the way inside her hot, wet cunt. It left her dizzy and panting, heart hammering, blood surging, mind chaotic.

"Please, Goddess, don't let him tame me," she groaned.

"Damn! She's easier and hornier than Got Gal!" Sarge cried.

Her body was afire. She knew she was too horny to take a sound fucking. It had been months since she last got laid properly. But she'd been too busy, both as newspaper publisher Axanna Morgan and super heroine Green Spectre, to hire her regular gigolo, Hans. Indeed, the last time she'd been soundly fucked and totally satisfied was when the cat burglar Esha captured her and Summer in their day-to-day personas. That insidious bitch girl strap-on fucked them seven ways to Sunday, then left them naked and tied up for the Police to find.

And that was last Thanksgiving Day.

"I will…uhmm…get….ohh…get you alllll…for thisss!"

"You're right," Big Mike said, grunting atop her.

"You're going to get us all. One at a time," Crazy Cain said, grinning evilly. "One after another, over and over and over again."

"Then we'll flip you over and start over on your tight bunghole," Ox said.

"You're going to get us in every orifice of your gorgeous body, super babe," Sarge said. "And then we'll sell you to a pimp, and come back and HIRE you for more sex."

"And you'll be helpless to say no," Big Mike said. "Oh, this bitch is tight."

A powerful tremor coursed through her shapely body. Green Spectre looked down her shapely body, between her titanic tits, to watch Big Mike's super hard and thick cock slamming in and out of her overheated body. That erotic tingle had already begun to change to liquid heat, taking her to the edge of ultimate release. But she was still just able to fight it. She had to fight it. Climaxing left her weak and pathetic, pliable for strong men. It left her tamed.

Suddenly, Ox who was holding her left arm and Duke who was holding the right, both leaned over her and started licking, kissing and sucking on her 38DDs. Every suck, nibble, lick and squeeze was like a gut punch to her resolve and crumbling self control.

"OH Goddesssssss! Forgive me!" Green Spectre cried, feeling that liquid heat transform into that heady, mad rush to climax. It was a big one, she knew, from being held back. And it crashed into her hard and fast, washing away all strength and will power. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Yee haa!" Big Mike cried, and released his wad deep inside her. "Take that, Green Whore!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, climaxing again as she felt her vagina flooded with hot, milky cum. "Oh, Goddesss, I've been TAMED!"

As Sarge replaced Big Mike for his turn, mounting her with another gigantic ten inch cock, Spectre Girl was having her own, very similar problems.

"Uuuuggghhh," she grunted as the huge cock slammed deep into her pussy.

The perky, beautiful teen angel was on all fours in the dark alley. Her top and short-shorts were in tatters and tossed aside. The biker behind her, Little Abe, was pounding her tight twat mercilessly, while pulling hard on her bouncy blonde ponytail. Her back was arched painfully and she felt her perky boobs bouncing as they hung loose beneath her. And now another biker, Bull, was kneeing before her and pulling out the biggest cock she'd seen since King Pimp fucked her into submission on a daily basis back when he owned her for two weeks last summer. Thankfully, her mother, Champion Girl and Lady Midnight had rescued her before he could figure out her real life identity.

It took a month to recover and get back to her old self again.

Little Abe was little compared to his outlaw biker brethren. At six feet even, and muscular, he was anything but little compared to the petite teen beneath him. Of all the bikers, he was definitely the meanest and most cruel. At the moment, though, he was more interested in sating his animal lusts on her helpless body than being sadistic. While he pounded her doggie style, he was leaning over her shapely body and aggressively fondling her tits with his free hand.

"Uuggghhh," she grunted. The super sexy sidekick was consumed with lust and heat, tingling all over and butterflies rioting deep in her belly. It wouldn't take much of that killer cock to tame her. Experience proved that. "Oh, you….uugghh….are going to pay…pay for this when my mmm….when Green Spectre gets here."

"Naw," Bull said, starting to rub his monster cock on her full red lips. "Big Mike and the rest of the gang caught her before we got you. They're fucking the hell out of her right now."

"Nnnooooo!"

That was too much for her fragile teenage psyche to absorb. All resistance crumbled and she felt that rush to climax a heartbeat later, too late realizing her mistake.

"Yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooowwwwwwwwww!" she cried, then climaxed again. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Sweet Goddess!"

That was all Bull needed. That open mouth was too inviting, and he shoved his cock deep inside.

"Hhuuummmm!" she cried, wide eyed and barely able to accept that super thick foot long rod into her overstretched mouth. "Mmmmmmm. Uuummmmm. Hhhgghhmmmm!"

Spectre Girl cut her big blue eyes up to look into the hard brown eyes of Bull. He was so big and strong and dominant. At Six foot six he wasn't the largest biker, but he was definitely the best hung. As Little Abe continued to hammer her vulnerable pussy, she felt herself changing. She couldn't muster any semblance of defiance or resistance. The sexy sidekick started to suck Bull's cock.

"That's right," Bull's booming voice said, full of smug superiority. "Suck it like you mean it, babe. Suck it like the raging slut you are."

"Mmmmm. Mmmmm," she groaned, closing her eyes and enjoying the taste.

After a couple of minutes sucking, she felt Little Abe start fucking more frantically. He was pushing her dangerously close to another major climax. She knew another climax in her weakened, vulnerable state of mind and body would be the coup de grace. She would be tamed.

They would OWN her.

Suddenly, hot jizm flooded her vagina. A thrill surged through her spectacular body as it happened, and forced another orgasm out of her.

"Uuuugggggghhhhhhhhh!" she screamed around Bull's cock.

Then Samson moved up behind her and rammed his cock up her bunghole.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The six men each took a turn on the helpless super heroine sidekick, enjoying each of her vulnerable orifices in turn. They left her a trembling, panting pile of whore flesh when it was time to trade girls between the two groups of outlaw bikers. And it all started over with Big Mike and his boys.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Pigs," the blonde growled. "Oh…uh! Uh! Uh!"

Lady Midnight watched from the second floor roof above as the big biker rammed his cock into poor Spectre Girl's blonde pussy, over and over again, nonstop and mercilessly. He drooled on her as he mauled her large tits. There were six bikers, and one girl. One biker each on both arms and legs and another tucking his cock back into his pants, freshly licked clean by the captured super heroine. She didn't know how long they'd been abusing her, but from their bragging they were well into their second time around. Each.

Spectre Girl's costume was ripped to pieces and tossed to the side. All she wore were boots, choker and gloves. They had unmasked her, as well.

The sexy, purple clad super heroine sighed gustily and stood up. She shook her head and walked away. Walking across the roof she looked over onto the street below.

"Mmmmm!" Green Spectre screamed around the cock in her mouth. It sounded like an orgasm. She was being fucked two at a time. One biker in her mouth, the other pumping her butt hole. She was stripped down to her gloves and boots, but still had her mask. But for how long? "Uuuugggghhhhhhh!"

"When will they learn," Lady Midnight said. "Mother-daughter teams are too dangerous."

She suspected it was like last time. Spectre Girl got in trouble, so Green Spectre panicked and tried to help. And that just resulted in both getting captured and fucked.

"Been there, done that," Lady Midnight said quietly, recalling how she and her former mentor screwed up by worrying too much about the other's safety. And suffered a few "setbacks."

There were only four bikers with Green Spectre, as opposed to six raping Spectre Girl. So it was a no-brainer. Rescue Green Spectre THEN go save Spectre Girl. Besides, it was better to have the mother save the daughter.

Lady Midnight reached down to her utility belt and removed two smoke bombs. With one in each hand, she threw her arms wide and stepped off into space. The midnight avenger fell fast, but her Aphrodite gene enhanced body was up to the pounding of a mere two story fall. Her stiletto heels struck the hard concrete with a report like a rifle shot, and she released both smoke bombs.

"What?"

Lady Midnight pounded a roundhouse into the face of the man fucking Green Spectre's ass. Then she sent another kick into the temple of the man in her comrade in crime fighting's mouth. Two bikers down in as many seconds. So she darted left through the thickest part of the purple smoke and punched the biker charging Green Spectre, who had jumped to her feet.

Her punch dazed him, but didn't take him down. Instead, he shook it off and squared off on her. Then he pulled a long bowie knife and chuckled.

"I'm going to cut you up, Midnight Bitch," he growled.

"What?" she asked all innocent, girlishly. Then she cupped her 38Ds and pouted prettily. "Would you cut these, too?"

His mouth dropped open and his hard eyes locked on her deep cleavage. It was all the advantage she needed. Lady Midnight kicked him in the gonads. Real hard. He vomited and passed out before he hit the ground.

"Oh, you've taken care of my light work for me," Lady Midnight said, turning around to find Green Spectre was beating a clearly unconscious man. There was blood everywhere. "You know, if you kill him I won't blame you, but the D.A. will. He's not too keen on super heroines since we all are endorsing his opponent."

Green Spectre stopped pounding her fist in his face and glanced back at her friend. She smiled grimly, then let him fall to the ground.

"If the esteemed D.A. hadn't let this bunch of ne'er-do-wells off the hook they wouldn't be out terrorizing innocent folks, my friend," Green Spectre said. "Thanks for the assist. They've already send a man over to The Palace to fetch King Pimp. Planned to sell us to him. Bastards." Then she looked around. "Where's Spectre Girl?"

"Other side of the building, getting it worse than you," Lady Midnight said.

"Then why the Hell did you help me?"

"It'll be better if we BOTH saved her," Lady Midnight said. "Now shut up, and follow me."

"Sorry Lady Midnight," Green Spectre muttered. "I know you took the most rational route, but she's my DAUGHTER."

"I try," Lady Midnight said. "By the way, Spectre Girl's been unmasked."

"Sweet Goddess," Green Spectre groaned. "Did they recognize her?"

"I don't know. Sidekicks are generally young enough not to be well known in the community," Lady Midnight said, as she led the way through the abandoned building. "I don't think outlaw bikers read the society pages."

"I pray you are right, Lady Midnight," Green Spectre said.

They raced through the dark building, and burst through two windows on the other side. The two super heroines hit them so hard and fast the bikers didn't know how many were coming at them. It took less than twenty seconds to put the six bikers on the run.

"Oh! Those vile, disgusting…OH!" Spectre Girl screamed. "Oh, mom, I did it again, didn’t I?"

"You did nothing, sweetheart," Green Spectre said soothingly, hugging her daughter. Both women were covered in sweat and cum, making their hug feel kinda squishy icky. "Gather up the pieces of your costume, then we'll go find mine. Did any of them recognize your face?"

"No," she said, then grinned. "It really frustrated them, too." Then she looked around warily. "They sent for King Pimp, to come and buy us for The Palace. Should we ambush him?"

Lady Midnight and Green Spectre paused as they shared a look. Leave it to the young to bounce right back and want to jump right back in. And King Pimp was a tempting target…but it would be hard to make anything stick. Now, if Lady Midnight had known he was coming, and waited for him to show up and make an offer...

"There's nothing we can charge him with, since I freed you before he showed up," Lady Midnight said. Spectre Girl wilted. She so wanted to catch someone now, after her defeat. "Let's get out of here."

They went back where Green Spectre had fallen. The bikers were gone, as expected. They took her costume, too. Probably be put on display as a battle trophy.

"Is your car near?"

"Yes, at the end of this alley," Green Spectre said, taking the lead.

At the car, Green Spectre popped the trunk and they pulled out fresh costumes. Lady Midnight smiled. She kept three complete costumes -- masks, chokers, bustiers, bottoms, boots and gloves. She even had two spare utility belts.

"So, were you two actually after those bikers?" Lady Midnight asked. "Or did you just run across them in the act of some crime?"

They were all supposed to be out looking for the white slavers. The Debutante-a-Day Gang was still very much active. There was a few days off and on, after their near capture by Ms Americana and Flag Girl where they seemed to have vanished, but they always come back by taking more than enough high society girls to make up for lost time. At the rate they were going, there wouldn't be any attractive socialites in Delta City within a month or so. And it wouldn't be the first city they cleaned out, either.

It made Angela stomach turn.

"The slavers took Alison Levy earlier today, and Stefany Tolbert last night," Lady Midnight said.

"No, not Alison and Stefany," Spectre Girl groaned. "Stefany is my lab partner in chemistry."

"Have any of the other heroines had a lead?" Green Spectre said.

"I haven't seen Azure Angel in a week, or Champion Girl in three," Lady Midnight said. She rarely saw Champion Girl as Lady Midnight, since Delta City's newest super heroine worked mostly days, needing solar power to make her strong. "I met with Got Gal and Got Chic yesterday, as Angela. They have nothing. I haven't heard anything about Ms Americana and Flag Girl since they were captured and rescued by the police."

"I hope they are alright," Spectre Girl said, looking nervous. "Some people think they went right back out after the slavers, and got caught again. And sold into white slavery." She looked around nervously, then lowered her voice. "I heard Russian mobsters bought Ms Americana and Flag Girl was sold to a Saudi Prince."

"Just rumors," Green Spectre said, scoffing at the thought.

"True. According to rumors that pop up each time I go on a vacation, I've been sold to King Pimp, Mistress Tabitha, Columbian drug czars and the Vietnamese mafia,” Lady Midnight said. “Not to mention rumors saying I was screwed so hard I chose to become a hooker, or some street gang captured me and kept me as a fuck toy. All stupid rumors."

"There's been more than a few started about us," Green Spectre said. "Remember the one that said Axanna Morgan had Green Spectre killed to sell newspapers?"

"Yeah, that was a riot," Spectre Girl laughed.

"I suspect Ms Americana and Flag Girl are licking their wounds," Lady Midnight said. "But what isn't a rumor, and just as tragic is what happened to Brenda Wade."

"Oh, yes, have you spoken with her?" Green Spectre said.

"Yes, on the phone," she said. "And Angela paid Felicity Drakes a call today. That didn't go well. I suspect Brenda is telling the truth when she says she was tricked into signing over her entire fortune. She was completely cleaned out. Left with NOTHING."

"It's horrible," Green Spectre said sadly. "My paper is covering it, but my best reporters can't find anything to PROVE Felicity stole the fortune, but it looks very suspicious. The D.A. should investigate."

"He won't," Lady Midnight said. "Brenda, like us, was not a supporter. Now he is gunning for her. I just pray she doesn't get into any LEGAL trouble."

"You mean aside from her debtors?"

"We should do something for them," Spectre Girl said. "I bet we could discover the truth."

"Maybe. But first things first," Lady Midnight said.

"Yes, the Debutante-a-day Gang."

"Then we go after Felicity Drakes," Spectre Girl said, grinning.