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 12

"Can we sink any lower?"

"Yes," Brenda said. "It could be worse, though. We could be streetwalkers."

"One step down, that's all," Lydia whispered. "We'll be there before too long."

Brenda would've really liked to deny that statement. But it rang true. After just a week they were Crazy Sexy's top earning strippers. Of course, most of the other strippers earned "extra" in dark corners. That money wasn't part of the "kitty" the strippers all contributed to for the club's staff. Everyone just has to pay Owen ten percent of their "hooker money."

It was just ten o'clock and Danny was fast asleep. Together, the two women had fucked him senseless. Screwed him until he passed out. Danny loved it. They were good at it. Besides, it was the only way to get any alone time together without him hovering around. Fortunately, he was a deep sleeper.

"It is good to have a night off," Lydia said, and sighed. She was naked as the day she was born. As was Brenda. After a week as strippers, clothes almost felt oppressively confining. "I mean, dancing is mindless work, but it is so stressful dealing with the men."

"Especially since Owen has started pressuring us to prostitute ourselves," Brenda said, crinkling her cute little nose. "The pig."

Brenda noticed Lydia's perfectly manicured hand slid down her taut teenage belly and gently began rubbing her pubic mount. It looked to be totally unconscious. Her big blue eyes were staring off into space, glazed over.

"They paw at me," Lydia whispered. "Always, the hands. Everywhere. So hard to fight them off. So hard."

"I know," Brenda breathed, feeling her body changing as she recalled the erotic feel of horny, demanding men touching, squeezing, fondling her shapely body as she table and lap danced. Breasts, rump, back, front, pussy and legs, nothing was sacred to them. They touched her EVERYWHERE and laughed when she slapped their hands away. "They want us so bad. So terribly bad."

"It's getting harder to say no," Lydia said.

"Harder to remember WHY to say no," Brenda said. She licked dry lips, and realized with a shock she was messaging her twat as well. Glancing over, Lydia's eyes were closed and she was in full masturbation mode, wet fingers pistoning in and out, stopping only to massage her engorged clit ever few seconds. She was beginning to pant, nipples rock hard and full red lips slightly parted. "No!"

Brenda jerked her hand back, leapt to her unsteady feet and snatched up Lydia's hand by the wrist. The sexy teenage blonde gasped and then groaned pathetically, pleasure denied.

"Great Liberty! We're superior women, above such base needs," Brenda snapped, baby blues flashing. "What has happened to us? We were STRONG. The strongest women in Delta City."

"We lost everything and were cast out," Lydia said, reaching for her aching twat again. "We're destitute and desperate, and vulnerable."

"Yes, primo food for the sex industry meat grinder," Brenda said. Her eyes narrowed. "Just as Felicity planned. Her mother resorted to prostitution to survive. Felicity wants us to make that same decision."

"She's good," Lydia said. She grimaced. "I'll probably cross over tomorrow or the next day. I'm not as strong as you, Brenda."

"No!" Brenda cried, dropping to her knees beside the distraught blonde. "There has to be another way."

"I'm weak," Lydia said. "It's only right I do what the weak do, and submit."

"No, you're strong," Brenda said, eyes suddenly alive with wicked delight. "And I can prove it."

"How?"

"Tonight, while Danny sleeps, we'll go out in costume and foul a crime or two," she said. "Ms Americana and Flag Girl will rise again."

Brenda had a red, white and blue bikini similar to the one she wore as Ms Americana. And Lydia had a stripper costume that was a sexed up version of her super heroine costume. Once a week, Crazy Sexy had Super Heroine Night. They also had Bikini Night and Leather Night. Owen liked themes. So both had all the parts they needed to create super heroine costumes, including masks.

"Won't work," Lydia said, shrugging. "No power belts."

"Green Spectre and Spectre Girl don't have power belts."

"Yeah, but…"

"Lady Midnight and Azure Angel don't have power belts."

"Azure Angel? Yucky," Lydia said. "She is such a wannabe."

"But she goes out most nights, and fights crime," Brenda said. "Are you saying Azure Angel is a better woman than you? Are you saying that Spectre Girl has something you don't? She can do something you can't?"

"No!" Lydia said, eyes flashing. "I'm better than both of them. All of them!"

"Then get dressed," Brenda said, standing and pulling Lydia to her feet. "Let's go out and kick criminal butt."

Suddenly excited, the two women hurried to get dressed. Brenda went to the bathroom first, to apply her makeup while Lydia put together a super heroine costume. Then they swapped. In fifteen minutes they were standing in Danny's living room and grinning at each other.

Brenda wore the red, white and blue bikini that was so close to her own she didn't think anyone would notice. The blue mask she wore only had three stars, one front and center and one on each cheek. She wore a blue choker, unadorned otherwise, red opera gloves and red lace up calf boots. While Lydia wore a bikini with at blue star spangled top, with bottoms of red and white stripes. Her thigh boots were white, opera gloves blue and mask red.

"Time for Ms Americana and Flag Girl to show the world you can't keep superior women down," Ms Americana said, grinning fiercely.

The two sexy super heroines snuck out of the front door, afraid of waking Danny. Then they slipped out the back door of the residential hotel. Once in the alley, they went into full super heroine mode -- all attitude and self-confidence.

Within moments they were striding down Cummins, enjoying the way hookers, pimps and pushers scattered at their approach. The johns and other street people watched them curiously, some a bit more warily than others. Just the sort of reaction they got in their real costumes.

They were pleased.

They spent two hours walking up and down Cummins, disrupting the sex business. Then they witnessed their first violent crime -- a john being mugged by a pair street punks.

"Halt!" Ms Americana cried, and they took off running toward the mugging.

The muggers did a double-take, and took off running down a dark alley. The sexy duo followed. But twenty feet into the alley the punks turned to fight.

"Stupid whores," one of them said. "We're going to kick your fat round asses."

"Wow, such arrogance," Ms Americana said, grinning into the scant light in the alley. "Few have the courage to speak to Ms Americana and Flag Girl that way."

"Ms Amer -- Huh?" he said. "Oh, shit."

He threw a desperate punch at the super stacked super heroine. She blocked it easily and thrust kicked him in the belly. He doubled up and she grabbed his stiff, spiked hair and ran him headlong into a brick wall. When she turned around Flag Girl was grinning at her, the other punk unconscious at her booted feet.

"That was fun."

"You bet it was, my sexy protégé," Ms Americana said.

"Now what?" Flag Girl said. "What are we going to do about them?"

Normally, they'd call the police to pick up, then go by the station later to file a report. The punks would be prosecuted based on that report. Get a slap on the wrist and released. But at the moment, they couldn't go into the police station and call themselves Ms Americana and Flag Girl. So they would be unregistered super heroines, and thus suspected. The Delta City PD didn’t like just anyone putting on a costume and kicking butt. They wanted to ensure you really were who you said you were by having new super heroines go downtown ahead of time and register.

"Leave them," she said. "We got bigger fish to fry."

"Felicity?" Flag Girl said hopefully.

"Debutante-a-day Gang," Ms Americana said, shaking her head and frowning. "Ms Americana and Flag Girl might have to stay mostly out of the Wade Affair. We don't want to be seen as being TOO eager to foil Felicity and restore the Wade Fortune."

"Oh."

"Don't worry, my little virtuous vixen," Brenda laughed. "We'll deal with Felicity. But not TOGETHER. I'll pay her a visit with Got Gal or Lady Midnight, or something. You can do the same, as well. Start applying pressure, but in a way not to arouse suspicion."

"Okay, as long as we take her down, and restore your fortune," Flag Girl said.

They prowled the streets of Sugar Town until three in the morning, then returned to Danny's bed without waking him up. In the five hours they patrolled the red light district, they foiled three muggings, stopped a pimp from beating one of his girls and stopped a liquor store robbery. It was a good first night back, and the next day their returned was heralded in the local papers.

It was another two nights before they got back out again. This time it was well past two in the morning, after a long day of stripping. Lydia took care of Owen and Brenda did Danny. Once both men were asleep, Ms Americana and Flag Girl were back on the streets.

That night went even better than the first. They roused half a dozen pimps, AND got a clue about the Debutante-a-day Gang. Well, they found an old hideout of theirs, anyway. It irritated Brenda to discover that most insidious of white slaver gangs was using a long abandoned Wade Industrial factory.

The factory was only two streets over from Crazy Sexy and Danny's place. And no one went into it, since the slavers had scared them all off. Either the homeless people were still spooked or didn't know the slavers had moved on.

"This would make a perfect base of operations for us, too," Ms Americana said.

They had found a "secret" chamber. They wouldn't have found it if it hadn't been left open. Even better, the slavers had restored partial electrical service and water. It had lights, heat and air, and a bathroom with shower. And it was more than big enough to accommodate the two of them.

"I think we can move out of Danny's place."

"Great!" Lydia cried, smacking her fist into her other palm. "That sicko has butt fucked me for the LAST time."

Halfway back to Danny's, to pick up their stuff and leave, they were crossing the dark street when a biker gang roared up and almost ran over them. They laughed as they passed to either side of the frightened pair, all throwing out hands to slap hot round asses and big fat tits as the passed. In a rage, Ms Americana spun and kicked, knocking the last biker off. All the others stopped and turned to gawk at her.

"Oh, the Rat Pack," Flag Girl said.

They'd tangled with that bunch a few times. Ms Americana was surprised to realize Flag Girl was correct. Got Gal and Got Chic had sent them to County for six months. And it hadn't been six months.

Ms Americana scowled, hating early release of any convicted criminal.

"Keep moving, boys," Ms Americana sneered. "That was just a reminder that you don't mess with Ms Americana and Flag Girl."

They bikers stared at them angrily a long moment. Ms Americana began to think they would have to fight them. She'd never fought ten big burly men without her power belt before, and the first feelings of doubt started eating at her self-confidence. They whispered amongst themselves a moment more, arguing points as they pointed at spots on the sexy heroines' bodies.

"You're not Ms Americana and Flag Girl," their leader, Axe, said. "We've fought them before, many times. And you are just a pair of posers."

"Probably hookers with too much sass," another biker growled.

"Time you learned your places," Axe said as the bikers all dismounted and faced them.

"Not good," Flag Girl mumbled. "What now? You take the million on the right and I'll take the million bikers on the left? Or run?"

"Ms Americana doesn't run," she said, baby blues flashing.

The super sexy super heroines charged into the bikers. They kicked left and right, punched, kneed and elbowed six of them down in thirty seconds.

"Bitch!" Axe cried, and sent a right cross smashing into the side of Ms Americana's face.

"Ugh! Uugggghhh," she cried.

The statuesque super heroine was spun completely around by the power of the punch. Stars flashed behind her baby blues as she fell to the hard pavement. Then a booted foot slammed into her rump, thrusting her forward again as she was struggling to regain her feet.

"Ugh!"

Gaining her knees, she glanced back in time to see Flag Girl take a punch in the gut that doubled her up. She remembered that without their power belts they could not take the kind of punches they could before. Then two bikers picked Flag Girl up by her arms, and a third stepped up and began using her as a punching bag. He punched her belly and tits ruthlessly, until she hung limp in their arms.

"Great Liberty, they defeated Flag Girl," she cried, leaping to her feet.

Ms Americana charged the men abusing her cherished sidekick and protégé. All concerns were washed away when she saw them pull off her bikini top and begin to fondle her 36Ds. She recognized the biker. His name was Miles Davenport, but the giant redhead was called Conan the Barbarian on the streets. At six foot eight he was the largest and strongest of the Rat Pack bikers, though not nearly the brightest.

"Take your hands off her!" the Queen of Justice demanded as she arrived.

"Shut up," Conan said, and sent a powerful uppercut to her chin.

"Ugh!"

Ms Americana's red booted feet lifted off the ground as her head snapped back. She was lifted up a good foot by the blow, her feet still rising even as her head started moving down. The legendary super heroine hit the ground spread-eagle and didn't move.

"Wow, one punch and she went DOWN," Axe cried, laughing and high-fiving the other bikers. "That is NOT Ms Americana and Flag Girl. They were much too easy."

Axe dropped to a knee beside Ms Americana and pulled off her mask.

"Heh, I recognize her," Lars said. "Seen her in a titty bar the other day. Good dancer. Paid for a lap dance from her, too. I think her name is Brenda or Belinda or something like that. Wouldn't put out, though. Stuck up bitch."

"Titty dancer, heh?" Axe said, rising to his feet. He walked over to Flag Girl and pulled off her mask. "What about her?"

"Titty dancer," Lars said. "She let me feel her up all I wanted. Liked her best of the two, but she wouldn't put out either."

"Well, they're both going to put out now," Axe said. He pointed to the alley the two strippers came from. "Take them in there, and bring in the bikes, too. It's going to be a long night, for them."

"Yeah. They love us LONG time," Gater said, grinning. "They'll think twice before fucking with us in the future."

Their bikini costumes were stripped off and discarded before the unconscious women were dumped deep in the alley, beneath a single exposed bulb outside a dark building.

Axe, as their leader, got first pick. He chose Ms Americana. Conan didn't hesitate. Being biggest, and hornier than the rest, he stepped forward and took Flag Girl. He gathered both of her wrists in one massive hand and lifted her up high. Then he pressed her wrists to the brick wall with that one hand, leaving her dangling limply, but starting to moan and groan uncomfortably, then unzipped and pulled out his foot long cock with his free hand. Then he rammed his bitch taming cock deep into Flag Girl's moist cunt.

"Oh, God!" Flag Girl cried, big blue eyes popping open immediately. Her knees rose to either side of him and she started pounding her heels into his rump. "Uuuggghhh! Ooohhhhh."

Once firmly mounted, Conan began mauling her perky tits with his free hand as he pounded her pussy with wild abandoned. Flag Girl tossed her head back and forth, silky blonde tresses flying all about, trying to deny what was happening to her. She was so used to being fucked by Danny and Owen that she felt her body changing immediately. His monster, heroine busting cock was more than she could withstand, and she knew it. By his fifth thrust her resolve started to crumble, and by the tenth she was his, body and soul.

"Oh God!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

"What? No!" Ms Americana cried, groggy as she struggled to consciousness. "Fight him. Never surrender!" When she started to struggle to her feet Axe kicked her back down, gaining her complete attention. "Great Liberty, my costume is gone!"

He motioned and Gater and Hector jumped to seize her arms. She struggled, but couldn't break free of their holds. Then she was pulled to her knees before the biker leader. He stepped up close, dropped his jeans and leered at her.

"You will suck me off, Ms Americana wannabe," he said in a dangerous voice. "Or I will have my boys RAPE your girlfriend over there to death before your eyes."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I?"

Ms Americana looked deeply into his merciless brown eyes and swallowed hard. He was reputed to have killed a dozen men. Nothing the police could prove, but it was out there. Axe had the look of a killer, cold and calculating. She had no doubt he would follow through on his threat.

The super stacked super heroine grimaced and gnawed on her lower lip a second, watching Conan hammering her protégé's pussy relentlessly. Flag Girl was weaker now than when they were first tossed into the streets by Felicity. She had little resistance or will to fight. Her battle with Conan was long lost, and she was totally lost in hedonistic la-la land.

The Queen of Justice licked full red lips, took a deep breath and looked up at the biker leader. He started to grin, having guessed her answer. Like she really had any choice in the matter.

"If I do this, you will let us go afterwards?"

"Yes," he said, shrugging. "What do we care about a couple of titty dancers?"

"Oh! You know who we are?"

"Yep, Lars said he hired you for a lap dance in a titty bar. Lars ain't very bright, but he never forgets a face or pair of tits," Axe said, making the surrounding bikers laugh. Even Lars laughed. "And he said neither you nor blondie would put out, so that's what you both are going to do here and now. Got it?"

That was a relief. It they had known their real names, then the bikers would try to profit from it. Most likely by selling them to a pimp or white slavers. Brenda Wade and Lydia Wills were quite valuable on the white slave market. Rich men would pay through the ass to fuck them.

So all they had to so was submit to the Rat Pack and endure gang rape. Then they could go free. Free to exact vengeance at a later time. She smiled at the thought of her righteous vengeance.

"We don’t really have a choice, do we?" she said.

"None," Axe said, grinning wolfishly. He motioned at his friends. "Release her. I think the fearless heroine, Titty Girl, understands she is defeated, and now has to pay the ultimate price for failure."

"Pig," Brenda sneered.

She licked her full lips and rose up on her knees and took his manhood in hand. He was already semi-hard, and a couple firm strokes from her hand got him to full hard-on. Brenda kissed his cock head, then rolled her hot, wet tongue around it a few times. She took the time to run her lips and tongue down one side of his cock, and back up the other. Then proceeded to give his cock a first rate tongue bath, followed by a remarkable tongue lashing of his scrotum. Then, and only then, did those cherry red lips part and suck his cock into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm," she groaned without thought.

"This ho is good," Axe said. "Real damn good."

Brenda sucked him until he ballooned her cheeks with a mouthful of cum. She dutifully swallowed it all, licked him clean and began on the second biker. They ran a train on her mouth, then on her pussy. Lydia suffered the same fate. The whole ordeal took hours, and left them covered in cum and barely coherent.

"Toss this trash in the dumper, boys," Axe said, laughing.

Brenda and Lydia were carried to a trash dumpster and tossed in. It wasn't the first time, and Brenda wasn't pleased. Lydia appeared even less pleased.

"We suck," Lydia groaned. "Oh, I ache."

"I guess that proves we need our power belts more than I thought," Brenda said, crawling out of the dumpster. She helped Lydia out and looked around for their costumes. "We have to get our real costumes and power belts. Right away, before we are dragged any further into the gutter of debauchery."

"I agree," Lydia said. She paused to scoop up a finger load of cum cooling deep in her cleavage, and plopped it into her mouth. She sucked on her finger a long moment as Brenda just gawked at her unconscious act. "I kinda liked it while they fucked me tonight. I could lose myself in that."

Brenda studied her spunk smeared protégé. The sight of her scared her.

"Then we go into Wade Manor tomorrow night," Brenda said. "It's do or die time."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

It was a warm night. Well past three in the morning, the two former socialites stood in the darkness and stared longingly at their former home. Both women were a little tired after a long night of stripping. But their resolve was strong, and they even moved out of Danny's place. And since they were bringing in enough money, Owen could no longer force them to have sex with him, either.

They were as free as they could hope to be considering their circumstances.

"Nice and dark," Lydia said.

"Yeah, and not suspecting us to show up, either," Brenda said.

The secret outside entrance into their subterranean garage and hidden dressing room upstairs was concealed and sealed. There was no getting in without the remote they kept in their cars. So they would have to break into the mansion and sneak up to Lydia's room, and gain entry that way.

For "comfort's" sake they wore bikini outfits similar to their super heroine costumes. Both wore a black mask, black bikini, black opera gloves and black thigh boots. Since they wore similar attire as super heroines, and kicked butt doing so, they figured those costumes were their best bet. And they were all black, so no splashes of color to catch the eye of a security guard. The only thing Brenda didn’t like, it made Lydia look too much like that miscreant Esha.

Having lived there so many years, the women knew how best to approach the main house unnoticed at night. They darted from shrub to tree, from shadow to shadow, leap frogging from the northwest corner to the back of the mansion.

"That went well," Brenda said, looking around warily as they knelt in night shadows near the kitchen door. It was also the servants' entry. She kept a guard there all the time, to let staff in and out. She could only assume Felicity did the same. So that was the only unlocked door into the house. "Now comes the tricky part."

"I'm ready, Ms Amer…um…Brenda," Lydia said. "Sorry, I got caught up in the adventure."

"No problem, my sexy protégé," Brenda said, grinning. "This is kinda fun. It feels good to finally take control of your lives again."

"Exactly."

"Now, we do just like we rehearsed," Brenda said as they eased up to the door.

Brenda gently took hold of the door knob, turned it with excruciating slowness, then yanked it open. Lydia streaked in and kept running.

"Hey!" a male voice cried out.

Brenda rushed in at that time. The guard was already racing after Lydia, unaware Brenda was behind him. Ten seconds after that he discovered his mistake. She whacked him over the head and he went down, but not out.

"What the hell?" he cried, rolling to his feet and rubbing his head as he gawked at Brenda in her skimpy bikini costume. "What are you? Some kinda sexed up cat burglars? Like Esha wannabes?"

"Esha! Aaagggh!" Brenda growled. "Don't EVER compare me with that no good slut."

Brenda attacked in a rage. He turned and ran into the next room, the staff dining room. Brenda followed. He pulled a chair out behind him, and Brenda tripped over it. The guard used the opportunity to pull his walkie-talkie as he rounded the table. Brenda knew a moment's panic. If he made contact with others, they would never escape the grounds.

Felicity will have caught them breaking and entering, breaking the law. They WOULD go to jail, and considering the D.A.'s hostility towards Brenda, they would surely go to County jail for weeks, months or more, possibly even do hard time.

Brenda jumped to her feet and flew over the table. The guard froze, seeing her hurtling at him over the table. Brenda smashed into him, her right hand seizing the walkie-talkie and tossing it away. He struggled for it, his other hand going for it, but catching her bikini top instead, and ripping it off her.

"Eeks! You stripped my breasts, moron," Brenda cried, staggering back a step. The table pressed into her shapely rump, stopping her retreat. "How dare you! You will pay for this outrage, miscreant."

Brenda kicked straight up into his crotch. His knees locked together as he gasped, capturing her stiletto-heeled foot in the process. As he staggered back, oblivious to her predicament, Brenda was forced to hop on one foot after him, dragged along.

"Bitch," he gasped. "Why'd you do that?"

"Release me, or suffer my wrath," Brenda commanded imperiously.

The tall, lanky guard screwed up his young, pimply face and scowled at her. He reached down between his legs, seized the toe of her boot in one hand and the stiletto heel in the other, and TWISTED it savagely. Brenda cried out and twisted her whole body around, so that she ended up facing away from him just to avoid a sprained, if not broken, ankle.

"Ball busting bitch," he growled, and kicked her in the rump.

Brenda was sent sliding over the table to crash on the floor on the other side, tangled in overturned chairs. To her surprise, the geeky looking guard came over the table after her. He looked very angry.

"I'm going to kick your fat ass, bitch," he growled.

Brenda struggled to regain her feet, but he slammed into her feet first. She was smashed back to the floor. A second later, he jerked her to her feet by her silky black hair, and pounded a left, right, then left to her belly, then an uppercut to the chin. Brenda cried out and staggered back. He followed with a look of angry contempt.

Picking up a chair, she pulled it back to smash over his head. The guard ducked and backed away instead. Brenda advanced, seeing victory. But he grabbed a chair and swung it at her, and she used her chair to block it. Both chairs smashed to pieces.

"I'm through playing with you, boy," Brenda growled. "You're going down now."

The guard panicked. He turned and ran back into the kitchen. Brenda followed closely. He went all the way across the kitchen, and straight into a corner. The idiot.

"Got you," Brenda said when he whirled around and dropped into a defensive stance. She slowed down to a walk, smiling smugly at him. "You won't escape me, boy."

The guard darted to the side. She tried to cut and follow, but her boots were new. Brand new, like first time she ever wore them. And the soles of new boots were rather slick….and Brenda's footing slipped. Brenda went down. Hard. Her feet flew up and her head bounced off the hard tile.

"Ugh," she grunted, and went limp.

The guard didn't hesitate. He stepped forward and kicked straight at her chin. That kick was too much for the already stunned former super heroine, and her lights flashed out. Brenda Wade laid spread eagle on the kitchen floor, topless and utterly helpless.

Being a professional, he quickly slapped on a pair of cuffs, then rolled her to her back again. The view was much better when she was on her back.

Mesmerized by the sight of those legendary 38Gs, the guard reached down and gave one a squeeze. Then grinning, he squeezed harder.

"Nice."

She was unconscious, so wouldn't know what he did. So he gave her left nipple a hard tweak, then a hard lick. She didn't move or respond, so he grabbed her tits in both hands and began to squeeze and caress their firm, silky smoothness.

"Hey, get your hands off her!" Lydia cried, returning.

The beautiful blonde ward plowed into the distracted security guard. She swept him off her mentor and found herself rolling on the floor, struggling with him. Unfortunately, her top was pulled off in their struggles. That distracted her enough for him to gain a slight advantage. Seconds later he slammed a knee into her pussy. Over and over again.

Lydia with the last ounce of her strength got a choke hold around his neck. The guard found himself trapped, but his face pressed into her silky smooth and soft 36Ds. She was stronger than she looked, and he couldn't break her hold. So he reached down and slipped his hand under her bikini bottoms and seized her pussy lips in a vice-like grip.

"Yeow! You filthy minded pig, let go of me down there," she cried.

"You let go of me first."

"No."

"Then take this," he said, and plunged two fingers up her cunt.

Lydia's big blue eyes crossed and she gasped. Her head rolled back and her back arched. He started pumping faster, grinning wickedly.

"What a slut," he laughed. "I own you bitches now. I'll teach you a lesson or two before I call the police."

"Oh! Please stop," she groaned. "I beg you. I can't…I can't…can't take this much more."

"Good," he said, and was able to pull free of her choke hold.

Lydia was quickly rolled over to her knees, and her face pushed into the floor, ass high and proud. The guard unzipped and pulled his hard cock out. Then he grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back. Lydia lifted her head and shoulders off the floor and looked back at him, eyes wide with fear and dread.

"Let go of me, you mindless brute," Lydia cried, struggling helplessly. Then he thrust forward, impaling her on his cock. Lydia's body went rigid as she gasped wide-eyed. "Oooohhhh, gaaawwwd."

"Oh, you have the tightest pussy!" he cried. "Oh yeah, baby."

Lydia felt that so familiar liquid heat forming deep in her groins, and building fast. The more she fucked, the quicker she got aroused and the quicker she climaxed. It was both wonderful and terrible. It was great in that she achieved the most incredible climaxes in no time, but terrible in that it made her utterly helpless and subservient to the men that used, abused and climaxed her. That weakness allowed men like Danny and Owen to use her shamelessly, night after night.

Her shapely body very quickly overheated and she found herself panting shamelessly, gyrating her hips to maximize her pleasure. That liquid heat quickly spread throughout her beautiful body, consuming her will to struggle. Then too soon he began that familiar frantic humping, telling her he was about to release his seed inside her. Lydia squeezed her vagina muscle, milking him of every ounce of pleasure she could before it all ended. She was so close. So terribly close to utter pleasure and bliss.

"Uugh," he grunted, and Lydia felt his cum squirting deep inside her pussy. That pushed her to the very brink of orgasm. "So good."

"How dare you!" Brenda cried, suddenly looming over them.

Before either of them knew what was happening, Brenda head butted the security guard. He stiffened, then fell over sideways unconscious.

"Oh, shit," Lydia groaned, feeling her promised climax slowly dissipating. "No, it isn't fair."

"I agree. It's not fair such a vile man was allowed to touch a superior woman like you," Brenda said. Then she turned around and presented her handcuffed wrists. "Get the key off of him and get these damnable things off me."

Lydia did as told, her poor body quivering in unreleased sexual need. She patted the guard down, found the key and released Brenda. They quickly redressed in their black leather bikinis. Moments later, the guard was handcuffed, gagged and stuffed in the pantry. Then they headed up the back, servants' stairs to the second floor.

The back way was the shortest, quickest and safest route to Lydia's room. They were pretty certain that Felicity was using Brenda's old room, the master bedroom. So it had to be Lydia's room. It was too early to confront Felicity. Besides, they needed a plan first.

Slipping into Lydia's old room, they made for the vast closet. Inside, the found Brenda's clothes just thrown in, and most of Lydia's clothes missing.

"The bitch is wearing my clothes," Lydia growled. "How dare her. How dare her."

"Fear not, my friend, Felicity will get hers in due time," Brenda said, baby blues narrowed as she regarded all of her cherished clothes so rudely cast aside. She quickly picked through the pile, and pulled out a half dozen dresses and several pair of expensive shoes and boots. Then she caught Lydia's look of surprise. "Sorry, but I can use these."

With that, Lydia sighed dramatically and pressed the hidden button. The secret door hissed open and they went in. The door shut with the hiss of hydraulics behind them.

The secret room was long and winding, with many smaller rooms off it. It was perfectly concealed so that no one would ever suspect it was there. They hurried through carefully arranged displays of their years of super heroine awards and citations, and other memorabilia of illustrious careers. Well, mostly of Ms Americana's thirteen plus years as the Queen of Justice.

Both women went straight to their respective dressing areas, and their waiting costumes. They quickly stripped and put on their beloved and respected costumes. It was sheer bliss when they donned the all important power belts and felt super charged power surge through their statuesque bodies.

"Great Liberty, even after being fucked senseless day in and day out, my belt is giving my super strength," Brenda said, amazed.

"Me, too," Lydia whispered, then recalled how she was brought so close to climax by the security guard, and the frustration she felt when Brenda ended it too soon. "I understand. It was the sex with the guard. You stopped him before he climaxed me, so I built up a lot of sexual frustration."

"Yes," Brenda said. "And the dancing. Since we didn't fuck either Owen or Danny, all the sexual frustrations we endured lap dancing has given us enough pent up energy to power our belts."

"Crazy cool," Lydia said.

They gathered up all of their spare costumes and accessories, and loaded up both cars. Then they left with tight throats, not knowing if they'd ever be back again. It wasn't long before they were at their new "headquarters" and home, the abandoned Wade Industries facilities at the edge of Sugar Town. Then setup their new dressing rooms.

"Home sweet home," Brenda said, frowning. "For now."