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 13
Ms Americana stepped out of her Americana Mobile and looked around with supreme satisfaction. It felt so damned good to BE Ms Americana again. To be feared and respected as a superior woman, as a super heroine.
The Queen of Justice was back.
Flag Girl all but strutted around the front of the car to stand by her side, both in classic super heroine poses. The street vermin just gawked at them. Obviously, they'd thought that particular pair of super do-gooders was long gone.
"So much for showing the colors," Ms Americana said, smiling smugly. "I think a couple of them pissed themselves." Flag Girl laughed. Then Ms Americana glanced at the purple sports car, Lady Midnight's car, and smiled. "Come on, let's go meet the others."
Ms Americana had made a few phone calls. None of the super heroines knew how to contact every other super heroine, but they each knew a few. Ms Americana could contact Got Gal, Champion Girl and Lady Midnight. And she knew the secret identities of Got Gal and Champion Girl, but no others. Sadly, Got Gal and Got Chic were lost, captured by the Debutante-a-day Gang and sold as white slaves. The Goddess only knew their ultimate fates. But she did manage to contact Lady Midnight and Champion Girl, and those two super heroines contacted the heroines they knew.
Ms Americana was hoping for a big turn out.
The Queen of Justice led the way into the dark alley at the edge of Sugar Town. It was a spot that they frequently met. Halfway to the intersection of alleys where they usually met, a shapely shadow slowly descended from the sky and landed a few feet in front of them. The shapely blonde bombshell turned and flashed them a bright smile behind her golden yellow mask.
"Welcome back, strangers," Champion Girl said.
Ms Americana smiled and opened her arms. Champion Girl folded herself inside her personal heroine's arms and they hugged fiercely. The Queen of Justice was all but her mentor, as well, teaching her so much in the short time she was a super heroine.
"I'm glad you could make it," Ms Americana said. "I know you don't like working nights, what with how your power works and all."
"Hey, for you I'll work anytime day or night," Champion Girl said.
The deep growl of a powerful motorcycle reverberated through the alley. Ms Americana led the way deeper into the alley, with Flag Girl and Champion Girl following. A few minutes later she spotted an old friend and crime fighting comrade, Lady Midnight. The purple clad vigilante vixen was waiting with a big smile of pleasure on her masked face. Then a second later the motorcycling riding Night Raven rolled in. The black leather clad, blonde beauty parked her bike and everyone shared hugs and kisses. They so rarely got together in such large groups.
"Is this all?" Ms Americana said.
"Green Spectre and Spectre Girl couldn't make it," Lady Midnight said.
"But Green Spectre called me," Night Raven said. She struck a pose in a beam of moonlight, looking hot in her brief black leather costume. The costume was a skin tight one-piece with French cut legs, high collar, sleeveless and with a large round cutout over her ample cleavage. A utility belt rested across her well rounded hips. "I called Azure Angel and left a message on Jungle Babe's cell phone."
"I guess they can't make it," Flag Girl said.
"Not true," a familiar voice said from the darkness above. Then a small shape detached itself above them and did a martial art's flip and landed amidst them. The small Asian Avenger flowed into a series of fighting stances, then struck a pose. She was quite a beauty in her blue bikini and black boots costume. A black mask, choker, red sash and “ninja” gloves completed her costume. "Azure Angel has arrived."
"Uh, like yeah," Flag Girl said, crinkling her pretty little nose at her. "A little melodramatic, don't you think?"
"I think…perfect entrance," Azure Angel said.
"You would," Flag Girl grumbled.
Ms Americana frowned at Azure Angel a second. The bumbling Asian Avenger had caused each of them some minor "setback" at one time or another. She hoped she'd learned her lessons and had better self-control. Any mistakes with the Debutante-a-day Gang, and they'd all be captured, raped and sold into prostitution. Ms Americana, for one, didn't want to end her days with some deviant sweating and grunting between her legs in some Third World country.
"Let's get down to business," Ms Americana said in her most commanding voice. It felt good to be in charge again. She'd been so submissive and pliable to Danny and Owen for so long, she wasn't sure she could dominate again. But it was amazing what the right outfit did for a woman. "The Debutante-a-day Gang has operated with impunity for too long. They are making laughing stocks out of us all, and me and Flag Girl in particular."
"Yeah, we heard," Lady Midnight said, grimacing. "Been there, done that. It sucks to be captured and reamed out like that."
"Humiliating is the word I'd use," Ms Americana said.
The other heroines all nodded, for a brief moment lost in their own memories of capture, submission and kinky forced sex. Most had more than one experience. One of the hazards of the game. No super heroine escaped being molested on occasion, but the good ones always escaped and triumphed in the end.
"Time to return that humiliation to those white slavers tenfold," Ms Americana snarled, pounding her right fist into her left palm. "I want to take them out….Tonight!"
"I might have an idea of where to find them," Night Raven said, smiling with supreme satisfaction.
"Oh, do tell," Ms Americana said, baby blues lighting up with pleasure.
“I have a reliable source that informed me that the Debutante-a-day Gang wants to make a big score tonight, at the Scarlett Sosa party at Club Arriba,” Night Raven said. “In fact, they want to kidnap Scarlett Sosa herself. She is the hottest, most beautiful, most famous of all the current socialites. A real party animal that the press and people love to death.”
Yeah, they can’t seem to get enough of that
nympho skank, Flag Girl thought.
Eighteen year old Scarlett had overshadowed
“Good job, Night Raven,” Ms Americana said. Her baby blues flashed. “We’re going to give them a big surprise tonight.”
“Yes, a super heroine party,” Lady Midnight said. “Then a long trip to jail.”
“Even those miscreant loving liberal judges will have to send them up the river for a long stay after what they did to the city’s socialites,” Flag Girl said. “The parents of those poor, lost girls are their financial backers, after all.”
“I agree,” Night Raven said. “Finally, justice will be served tonight.”
“Let’s go,” Ms Americana said. “I’m sure that particular party is already in full swing.” She turned on a tall heel and strode off into the darkness. “With all the paparazzi that follows Scarlett everywhere, I’m sure the slavers will try to bring their victims out the back of the club.”
Flag Girl fell in step behind her sexy mentor, with Lady Midnight behind her, then Azure Angel, Champion Girl and finally Night Raven bringing up the rear. The club district wasn't far, so they walked. Besides, their distinctive vehicles might alert the white slavers and scare them off.
Club Arriba was in a two story building on the main drag. The club's neighbors were trendy boutiques, restaurants and other businesses aimed at the affluent youth of America. Indeed, all the buildings along that stretch of road were two stories, so the sexy super heroines climbed up onto the roof at the end of the block and finished their trip to club Arriba two stories up.
"As I suspected," Ms Americana said, stealthily looking over the side at the alley behind the club. "Flag Girl, am I wrong, or is that the same van the Debutante-a-day Gang was using the night we almost were captured?"
"One and the same, Ms A. I'll never forget it," she said, nodding, blonde pigtail bouncing silkily atop her shoulders. “They didn’t even bother to fix the damage from hitting that tree.”
All the super heroines eased up and looked over into the alley. The van was parked on the opposite side of the narrow alley. Right across from one of several back doors. One was the kitchen door, the rest were emergency exits.
"I don't see anyone around," Lady Midnight said. "I guess they are all inside."
"Yes," Flag Girl said, scowling. "Probably drugging their next victim."
"Let's go down and wait for them in ambush," Azure Angel said, making to jump down into the alley.
"No," Ms Americana said, stopping her. "They could have a lookout inside the door or something. It's best if we wait patiently up here for them to come out. THEN we jump down on top of them."
"It'll be raining super heroines," Champion Girl said, grinning wickedly. "I'm sure there are some men who might consider that a dream come true."
"No doubt," Lady Midnight said, laughing. "But I don't think the white slavers will enjoy the experience as much as that fantasy promises."
"How many are there?" Night Raven said.
"Four that I know of," Ms Americana said.
"Just four?" Lady Midnight said, looking surprised. "Four measly men have caused all of this havoc?"
"That's all we saw," Ms Americana said, with Flag Girl nodding. "But don't underestimate them. Flag Girl and I did to our woe."
The others nodded grimly. They all knew the dire fate of any super heroines captured by white slavers. It was a thing of nightmares.
"Well, there's six of us, and four of them," Champion Girl said, sounding quite pleased. "It's like fighting them with a hundred to one odds. They are so doomed."
"I agree," Lady Midnight said.
They all smiled at that thought. The Debutante-a-day Gang was finally going to be captured. They were the sorest thorn ever in the side of Delta City superheroinedom. It was embarrassing the way they operated so brazenly. That most insidious of gangs had to be stopped, captured, and it had to be by super heroines, otherwise their reputations would be seriously hurt.
"Oh, look," Flag Girl whispered. "Someone came out."
They watched intently as one, then two more men crept out a emergency exit. The first man was looking left and right warily. The next two men had a young woman struggling between them. The blonde beauty was about five six, shapely and wearing a black leather halter top, leather mini, and black thigh boots. They all instantly recognized the most photographed woman in Delta City, Scarlet Sosa. She was ball-gagged and handcuffed.
Flag Girl smiled cruelly. It was the first time she was pleased to see someone she knew as a victim. She felt bad about the pleasure she felt, but couldn't help herself. Besides, Scarlett was going to be rescued shortly. No worse for wear.
The fourth and last white slaver followed them, closing the door carefully after them.
Just to be sure, they waited for the white slavers to open the van, and place Scarlett inside. It was officially kidnapping.
"Okay, ladies, it's officially a party," Ms Americana said. "Let's kick miscreant ass."
With that, six statuesque super heroines vaulted over the side and dropped two stories. Their tall stilettos sounded like brief machine gun fire when they landed as a group before the two slavers left outside the van, on guard. They looked past the two surprised slavers to see that Scarlet had been strapped into a strange bondage device inside the van, and they had pulled her top down and mini skirt up.
"Game's up, boys," Ms Americana said, as they all struck sexy super heroine poses. "Six veteran super heroines against four skanky slavers. I suggest you surrender, or suffer the consequences."
"Shit!" Todd Simmons called. Ms Americana remembered him. She remembered them all too well. "Jack! Mike! We got company."
"Super heroines," Randy Jakes said. "A whole boat load of them."
Ms Americana grabbed Randy, the six foot five inch youth with the shaggy brown hair, by the shirt. She threw him against the back of Club Arriba and charged the van. Out of the corner of her eyes she spotted Champion Girl do the same to Todd. Lady Midnight and Flag Girl charged the two stunned men, to finish them off quickly.
"Get the other two out of the van fast," Ms Americana called. The memory of how they used their hostage to force her and Flag Girl to surrender last time haunted her thoughts. "Hurry!"
Ms Americana and Night Raven charged into the van side by side. The two white slavers cowered away, shocked and surprised by the speed and ferocity of their attack. Both men were fumbling with dark brown bottles of chloroform. They weren't fast enough.
"Vile miscreants," she called. "You will pay dearly for what you've done in our fair city, and to Flag Girl and myself."
The Queen of Justice grabbed Jack by the hair and pulled him out of the van. Then she punched him in the side and shoved him at Champion Girl. She grinned grimly and punched him in the face. His feet flew up and Jack hit the cold pavement hard. A second later Mike came flying out of the van, followed by Night Raven. Azure Angel swept his feet away and he went crashing down across his cohort in crime.
"Ha! We got them fast," Azure Angel called.
"Yes we did," Ms Americana said, smiling brightly. "We showed them what Delta City super heroines are made of tonight."
"Let's cuff them and call the police," Lady Midnight said, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of her utility belt. Randy was glaring daggers at them all, but he saw no hope of fighting his way out of that predicament.
"I don't think so," a familiar voice called.
A second later someone streaked into their midst. With lightning speed, Flag Girl was pushed away from Todd and Lady Midnight found herself in trouble. A super fast man streaked behind her, seized both wrists, and snapped her own handcuffs onto her wrists.
"Eeks!" Lady Midnight cried.
"Biff Bilbo!" Ms Americana cried.
The genetically enhanced petty thug stopped and bowed to them. He was tall and muscular, with long, shaggy blonde hair and cruel eyes. He wore a black t-shirt and trousers, both tight to show off his bulging muscles. Biff Bilbo was known to all the super heroines of Delta City, since he was one of their most deadly adversaries due to his genetically enhanced ability to move. Biff was lightning fast.
Champion Girl suddenly flew up and straight at the grinning thug. She was fast. Super human fast. But Biff was just a blur for a fraction of a second, and the sexy blonde missed him and slammed head first into a brick wall.
"Ugh," Champion Girl grunted and collapsed in a heap.
"Champion Girl!" Ms Americana cried, and lunged towards her before Biff could use his super speed to do more mischief to her helpless body.
Everyone rushed towards Biff, and he vanished in a blur.
"What the…?" Azure Angel said. "Stand still and fight like a man!"
"Like this?" another male voice said.
Azure Angel turned to find Biff's brother, Bart running out of the night shadows from the other direction. His big fist connected with the side of her face and the beautiful Asian Avenger was knocked several feet away.
Like Biff, Bart was genetically enhanced. Except, instead of super speed, Bart was given super strength. He was almost as strong as Ms Americana wearing her power belt, which made him stronger than all the other super heroines. And that included Flag Girl and Champion Girl, the only other two with super strength.
"What are you two doing here?" Night Raven said.
"The slavers suspected they'd have more super heroine interference, so they hired us," Biff said, flexing his muscles.
Ms Americana rolled her baby blue eyes. Such ridiculous posturing. Men! The Bilbo Brothers were strong and fast, and popular hired thugs, but they were as dumb as they were strong and fast. And best for the super heroines, they mostly thought with their dicks. Idiots.
"Remember me," Mike said, leaping to his feet and pressing a white cloth to Flag Girl's face.
The teenage temptress was completely taken by surprise. Before she knew it, he was on her and pressing that wet cloth to her face, covering her mouth and nose. She sucked in a deep breath, to call out a warning, and instantly realized her grievous mistake.
"Uuugghhhmmm," Flag Girl groaned, feeling her strength bleeding away.
All Hell broke out around her, but Flag Girl sagged into Mike's arms. He quickly guided the senseless, groggy teenager to the van and inside. She saw Scarlett there, wild-eyed and bound tightly in place. Like Scarlett, Flag Girl was forced to kneel on the floor. Four thick leather straps were buckled across her calves, securing them tightly to the floor. Then she was bent over onto a platform, and more leather straps were fastened across her back. Flag Girl's wrists were manacled to the floor slightly in front of her, and she was forced to accept a bright blue ball-gag into her mouth, that was buckled behind her head. Immobilized. Helpless.
"This will keep you two company," Todd said, chuckling.
He pulled Flag Girl's short-shorts down. A second later she heard a frightening humming sound behind her vulnerable rump. She couldn't look straight back, but she saw a vibrating dildo moving straight at Scarlett's pussy. They were strapped into fucking machines.
Two vibrating dildos found two moist, hot pussies at the same time. Penetration was slow and unstoppable.
"Uuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmm!" Flag Girl and Scarlett screamed into their ball-gags.
Meanwhile, Flag Girl's super heroine comrades had a fight on their hands. Lady Midnight and Champion Girl were also out of action, leaving just three super heroines to continue the fight against six determined foes. Ms Americana was the only super strength heroine left, and the slavers had two enhanced men.
"I'll take care of the Bilbo Brothers, you two take the slavers down," Ms Americana commanded. She had to take charge before they all ended up strapped down inside the slavers' van like Flag Girl and Scarlett Sosa. Then seeing an opportunity, Ms Americana grabbed Randy and threw him bodily into Todd and Jack, taking out three slavers in one fell swoop. "Yes! Night Raven, go rescue Flag Girl and Scarlett. Azure Angel, take down that last slaver."
They jumped to do her bidding without thought. As they should. She smiled smugly at the Bilbo Brothers. They didn’t' look pleased to be on the losing team. Again.
"Problem boys?"
Champion Girl was struggling to her feet just as Night Raven reached the van and Azure Angel engaged Mike. The Asian Avenger had her hands full with him. That would keep her occupied and out of Ms Americana's way, and maybe the rest of them would be safe. Ms Americana made sure she was between the brothers and the others.
"Champion Girl, go help Night Raven," Ms Americana called, afraid the sexy blonde heroine might try to attack the brothers before she was ready. "Hurry."
Champion Girl nodded, still groggy, and staggered towards the van. That enabled Ms Americana to give her full attention to the two thugs before her. They'd avoided jail so far in their career, just because their genetic enhancements allowed them to escape being captured. The Queen of Justice intended them to finally see the inside of a jail.
"Shall we dance, boys?"
"Uugghhmmm," Lady Midnight groaned.
Glancing to her left, Ms Americana saw Jack chloroforming the handcuffed African American beauty. His other hand was used to unbuckle Lady Midnight's purple costume. Within seconds a spectacular pair of chocolate globes spilled out for all to see.
"No!" Ms Americana cried, realizing he underestimated how much abuse Randy, Todd and Jack could handle. All three were back on their feet and serious threats. "She is off limits!"
Bart moved while she was distracted. Suddenly he was behind her, and his arms wrapped around her chest, pinning her arms down. Biff rushed forward in a blur, and pounded a hard fist into Ms Americana's stomach.
"Ugh!" she cried. "How dare you strike me! Unhand me this instant."
Biff tried to pound a right cross into her face, but she bent over suddenly, pulling Bart forward, and Biff hit his brother instead. It distracted Bart enough for the curvaceous super heroine to break loose.
"Whoa! Sorry bro," Biff said.
The brothers jump away before she could turn on them. When Biff streaked at her again, she was ready and clothes-lined the thug. Due to his super speed, he went flying through the air to crash into the van. She noticed Flag Girl stagger out of the van a second later, then stagger into the night shadows. Ms Americana smiled to see her sexy sidekick was safe.
Biff struggled to his feet a second later, noticed that Champion Girl and Night Raven were both intent on freeing Scarlett. Ms Americana started to call out a warning, but Azure Angel flipped Mike over her hip, and straight into Ms Americana's back.
"What?" Ms Americana cried, being driving to the ground by the weight of the man thrown into her.
The Queen of Justice rolled to her red booted feet and looked around with wild eyes. This was not going well at all. Where was Biff? Lady Midnight was half-stripped, but free and staggering off into the night the same direction as Flag Girl. Her sidekick would free her wrists when they met up.
Todd and Randy had tackled Azure Angel. She was cursing furiously and struggling beneath them. It looked like she would win that struggle, then Ms Americana looked into the van. Night Raven was unconscious, and Biff was holding a chloroform cloth to Champion Girl's face. The beautiful blonde was no longer struggling.
Bart appeared out of the night shadows behind Azure Angel. Before the shapely Asian knew what was happening, she was lifted up high, and slammed into the ground at his feet. Ms Americana’s jaw dropped seeing Azure Angel just laid out there in a heap, unmoving.
"Just clean up now," Bart said. "I caught Flag Girl and Lady Midnight down the alley. I knocked their lights out. It was real fun, too. They’re hogtied and not going anywhere. We'll go fetch them after we take you down, Ameri-twit."
Ms Americana gawked at Biff next. With the help of two of the slavers, they had Champion Girl and Night Raven strapped into those insidious bondage devices/fuck machines. Three humming dildos were plowing the fertile blonde fields of Scarlett, Night Raven and Champion Girl.
Suddenly, Ms Americana faced six men alone. It took her a moment to realize they had her surrounded, too. Biff was to her right, and Bart to her left. Jack and Todd were in front of her, while Randy and Mike eased up behind her. She looked all around, licked full red lips and frowned.
She was as strong as any ten men, but Bart was as strong as maybe eight, and Biff's super speed made him Bart's equal. Just those two social reprobates combined outnumbered her by half again, and they had four normal men helping them. It was almost a two to one advantage to the bad guys.
This is an unmitigated disaster! she thought. Five of the six heroines that came here tonight are captured. This is worse than 1978, when that cabal of geeks captured four super heroines, and in 1984, when the five top heroines in the city were captured in one fell swoop and forced to whore themselves by a single pimp.
"Five down, and just one whore in denial to go," Biff said, smirking.
"This is the greatest moment of our criminal careers," Bart said. "After we get you stripped and secured in that van, our reputations will be made,"
"We'll be the unchallenged Kings of Sugar Town," Biff said. "Genuine heroes."
"We already have a buyer set up for you, Ms Americana," Jack sneered. "We're getting ten million to deliver you to Russian mobsters. You're not going to like Moscow."
Ms Americana's baby blues grew wide. That was terribly frightening, especially after she exposed and rousted the Russian mafia out of Delta City a year back, and through constant vigilance had kept them out since.
"You won't get away with this outrage," she said. And it was an outrage. Suddenly, the Queen of Justice was back. Her momentary bout of depression and self-doubt was over. She was Ms Americana, after all. She'd escaped worst predicaments than this. Her eyes flashed blue fire. "I suggest you surrender now, or suffer the wrath of Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice!"
"Well, well, well, Ms High and Mighty has found her backbone," Bart sneered. "Won't do her any good. You are going down, Americana."
"Yeah, I suggest you surrender, Ms Ameri-bitch," Biff said. "Maybe we'll go easy on you if you do."
By this time they'd all eased up to within two steps of her all the way around. The two slavers behind her really gave her the weebie jeebies.
"Maybe I'll go easy on you," she said. Then smiled wickedly, making them all stop their slow forward progress. "Naw. That's no fun."
Ms Americana stepped back and to her right, and grabbed Randy by the collar. Then she jerked him forward and threw him over her hip and into the feet of Jack. A second later Mike's right cross was barely blocked, then she kneed him in the groin, before tossing him into Bart.
Suddenly the odds were looking a whole lot better.
"Men. When will you learn women are superior in every way," she said. "And I am a superior woman. A super heroine."
"Stuck up bitch, you seem to forget that I am super human, too," Biff said.
Ms Americana slanted an "I'm not impressed" look at him. And he vanished.
CRACK!
"Oh!" she yelped, feeling a hard slap on her hiney. She whirled around but no one was there. A second later Biff streaked up behind her again, and spanked her nearly bare ass again. CRACK! "Yikes!"
She felt, more that saw or heard, Todd rush her. The ever vigilant masked vigilante spun around and backhanded the charging slaver. He cried out and stumbled off to the side. Ms Americana noticed the down men were all recovering and starting to struggle to their feet.
Her baby blues locked onto Bart and narrowed. She had to take him out completely. Biff and Bart were her biggest threats, and of the two she thought Bart the more dangerous with his super strength. So she charged him.
"I don't think so," Biff said from behind her. A second later his hands reached around her and grabbed her breasts. Gave her 38Gs a big ole two-handed squeeze. "Honk!"
"Great Liberty! Stand still," she cried, trying to backhand him. He was a blur as he raced around her, coming up in front of her and giving her tits another big squeeze. "Stop touching my breasts, you oversexed degenerate."
"Breasts?" Biff said from behind her, and squeezed them again. "Honk." She spun around again, and he came up behind her, again. "What breasts?" he said into her ear, and gave them another squeeze. Once again, Ms Americana tried to spin around and backhand him, but he was too fast and she swung in empty air. The next instant, while her right arm was still extended and swinging at nothing, he was behind her again with hands on her spectacular rack. "Oh, these breasts!"
Instead of squeezing them, Biff grabbed the cloth of her bikini top and yanked. The snap between her mammoth mammaries came undone and the celebrated top came off in his hands. Milky white 38Gs dropped and jounced enticingly, exposed to the world.
"Oh! Not my top," she cried. "How dare you strip my breasts."
Biff streaked past her, but this time he didn't assault her tits. He pounded a right cross into her jaw as he zipped by, adding power he didn't normally have to the punch. Ms Americana was spun completely around. Only the super strength and endurance her power belt provided kept the Queen of Justice conscious and on her feet.
CRACK!
Pain from the slap on her rump lanced through her shapely body. It was the hardest slap yet. Both hands went back to rub her aching ass cheeks. And Biff was there to grab them. Suddenly, Ms Americana found herself being held in a most vulnerable position, within very bad company.
"Let go of me, you miscreant. You are not allowed to lay hands on Ms Americana," she demanded.
Bart rushed up and pressed himself against her. She found herself sandwiched between the two Bilbo brothers. While Biff held her arms back, Bart reached up and started fondling her monster tits. She cried out in frustration and used all of her super strength to pull her arms free of Biff's grasp. But Bart kneed her brutally, then sent a super powered uppercut into her chin.
"Ugh," she grunted, stunned by the groin pain and blow to the head. She felt Biff struggle to remove her power belt, but she was having none of that. Without it, she was helpless before the super enhancements of the Bilbo Brothers. "I deny you."
"Bro, can you get her belt off?" Biff said, and grabbed her arms again so fast she was being held before she knew what happened.
"Sure 'nough, bro," Bart said, and reached around her narrow waist to seize the power belt. He strained and struggled, and then…bingo. "Got it."
"No!" Ms Americana cried, feeling all of her super strength and endurance bleeding away fast.
"You won't be needing this anymore, Ameri-fucktoy," Bart laughed, and tossed the all important power belt aside. "Now, time to have some long awaited fun at your expense."
"Good job, boys," Jack said, stepping up beside them. He cupped her right tit, hefted it to feel its weight and firmness. "Once we're finished taming her, then we can strap her into the van. Me and the boys will gather up the other heroines while you have your fun."
"Sounds like a plan, boss," Biff said, grinning lecherously.
Ms Americana gawked at Jack a long moment, then at leering Bart. A sound in the van caught her attention, and she noticed all three blondes were in the throes of sexual nirvana, tossing their heads up and down, hair flying all about. Champion Girl, Night Raven and Scarlett Sosa all looked completely consumed with the orgasms rocking their spectacular young bodies.
Todd and Randy emerged from the shadows carrying Flag Girl and Lady Midnight. Both super heroines were wide awake and looked horrified. Mike had Azure Angel on all fours and was pounding his cock up her cunt doggie style. She was just beginning to regain her senses and starting to grunt from the sexual use.
"Great Liberty! You've captured us all," Ms Americana cried. "This can't be happening."
Randy and Todd dumped their helpless heroines on the ground by Azure Angel, unzipped and started fucking their girls as well. Ms Americana gawked at the sight of Todd's big cock sliding deep into Flag Girl's blonde twat, while her protégé lay helplessly bound on her back, legs spread so terribly wide. The sexy sidekick didn't even fight him, but just arched her back and groaned wantonly, as if she welcomed the sexual use and abuse.
"Flag Girl, don't surrender!" she cried. "Fight them, my friend. Fight them."
"Forget Flag Cunt," Biff said in her ear.
"Worry about us," Bart said, snickering.
"Yeah, worry about PLEASING us," Biff said.
Bart pulled her red, white and blue bottoms down her mile long legs. Then he unzipped, pulled his cock out and grabbed her thighs. Ms Americana's hips were lifted, her feet coming off the ground and her legs were pulled apart by the super strength of Bart's hands.
"No! I demand you release me this instant," she commanded. Instead, Bart pressed the head of his cock against the hot, moist folds of her nether lips. That touch sent a jolt through the shapely, raven-maned beauty. She gasped and watched in morbid fascination as he pushed into her, deep. "Great Liberty, I'm impaled."
The legendary Queen of Justice felt that cock profoundly. After nearly a month of constant sexual use and abuse, Danny, Owen and her other molesters had trained her body to react fast and perfectly to stimulation. Butterflies erupted deep in her belly, she felt her pussy overheat immediately and begin to leak natural juices. And that most loved of feelings, and most dreaded, that liquid heat began to build in her pussy. It would quickly spread and consume her, and she would be truly lost.
"We've been here before," Bart said with a strained voice. "You still have the tightest pussy."
"You think?" Biff said. "I thought Flag Girl's pussy was a tiny bit tighter."
Biff and Bart had gotten the drop on Ms Americana twice before. Both of those times resulted in them fucking the bejesus out of her. The last time Flag Girl was with her, and her sexy sidekick got reamed out royally too. But the Bilbo Brothers thought with their cocks, and she had always gotten away.
Bart was all the way in her, so began to pump in and out. It quickly started to scramble her brain. Her body wanted what it wanted, and her mind usually went along with it after a few minutes of intense intercourse. Sex was the Achilles Heel of every woman with the Aphrodite gene, and she seemed to suffer from that curse more intensely than most heroines.
Ms Americana unconsciously wrapped her legs around Bart's waist and rode his cock as he slammed it deep inside her, over and over. Soon, her hips began rocking to maximize both of their pleasure, and tiny animal sounds began to escape her slightly parted, full red lips.
"This is the third time we captured you, Ms A-hole," Biff whispered in her ear.
"I know."
"Third time's the charm, baby," he said, and pushed his cock up her poop chute.
"Uuuuggghhhh," she groaned. "Ohhh, I can't believe you are sodomizing Ms Americana. Don't you miscreants understand who and what I am and what I represent?"
"Yeah," Bart said. "We do, and that makes this even sweeter."
Flag Girl screamed in orgasm a few feet away. That seemed to set off the other fallen heroines. Shortly thereafter, Azure Angel screamed in ecstasy, then Lady Midnight sounded off in her abject sexual satisfaction.
Ms Americana's butterflies were burnt away by the rising liquid heat. It was consuming her, and within minutes she was panting and felt overheated, sweat beading on her face and between her breasts. Then Bart released her arms so he could maul her 38Gs with both hands.
"Ooohhhh," she groaned.
The Bilbo Brothers fucked in perfect unison. As one pushed deep into her body, the other was pulling out. They were perfectly in sync. Ms Americana wasn't complaining, though she knew they were taming her.
"Great Liberty, why must it feel so good," she groaned.
Together, the evil brothers had her pushed to the brink of climax. She teetered at the precipice, knowing that if she fell over it would mean a life of sex and depravity, a life of submission and abuse.
Glancing to her right, near the van, the slavers had Flag Girl, Lady Midnight and Azure Angel lined up by the door. All three looked dejected and defeated, heads hanging and shoulders slumped. They were being untied so they could be placed into waiting fuck machines in the van. The fight was all fucked out of them.
Ms Americana knew all was lost when Jack fondled Flag Girl’s pert young 36Ds, while she was completely free of bindings. Flag Girl just stood there and accepted his hands on her body as if it was right and proper. Indeed, she closed her eyes, rolled her head back and thrust out her breasts, as if she was enjoying it.
The last vestiges of her resistance crumbled, and Ms Americana tumbled into the abyss of orgasm. The held back climax flooded through her statuesque body.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, head thrown back and back arched. "Great Liberty, I've been captured and tamed!"
Biff and Bart became overly excited by her fall, and both quickly ejaculated deep inside her eager body. That set off the super sexy super heroine again.
"Uuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhhhhoooooooowwwwww!" she cried.
"You through?" Jack asked the Bilbo Brothers. "Good, bring her over. I want to put Ms Americana in first."
The brothers pulled out of her overheated body and Ms Americana was led over to the van. Then Biff pulled out a bottle of chloroform and a pad. She noticed the slavers were also preparing clothes for the other captured super heroines, even though none of them was fighting them. He dumped a healthy dose into the cloth and grinned at Ms Americana.
"I've always wanted to do this to you," Biff said, and pressed the cloth to her face.
"Mmmmmmm!" Ms Americana cried, panic setting in.
The fumes were intoxicating. And, frankly, the thought of sleepy bliss was inviting. An escape into dreamland where all was beautiful and nice. But she understood the truth. When she woke up she'd be strapped into a fuck machine and on her way into sexual slavery, sold to the Russian mob.
The hapless and de-powered Queen of Justice struggled weakly, desperate to escape but totally helpless and vulnerable. They could do anything to her they wanted, and she had no say in it. She had to do what they wanted, what MEN wanted, from now on. The thought was thrilling and terrifying.
Ms Americana felt her knees starting to wobble. The chloroform was working a number on her. She was very susceptible to chloroform and other knockout drugs and gases.
"Halt. Police," a booming voice over a loudspeaker said.
A Delta City police car was at the end of the alley, and its spot light suddenly illuminated the scene. They were too far away to clearly see faces, but close enough to figure out what was happening.
Ms Americana lashed out with a foot, and broke free of Biff and Bart. The other three heroines made a break for it, too. All Hell broke loose as slavers and heroines shouted and cursed. Ms Americana staggered over to her belt, picked it up, before staggering off into the night shadows. She headed away from the police, since she didn't want them crowing to the world about how they saved her from white slavery twice in one month.
The slavers all jumped into their van and tore out of the alley within the minute. Ms Americana stared after them a long second, knowing that Night Raven and Champion Girl were truly lost now, and not sure about Flag Girl, Lady Midnight and Azure Angel. Had those last three escaped? There was no sign of them in the alley.
Coming to a narrow alley off the main alley, Ms Americana hurried in to be hidden by the deep night shadows. She took a moment to put her power belt on. She briefly considered going back for her top, but didn't recall exactly where it was thrown. She decided not to chance it.
"I have to get home," she thought. So headed for her car at the edge of Sugar Town. "Flag Girl will go there if she escaped."
It wasn't easy walking in five inch stiletto boots after being chloroformed nearly to unconsciousness. It was hard to concentrate period. She knew she looked roaring drunk as she staggered and stumbled down the sidewalk toward Sugar Town. It was humiliating.
Fortunately, the club district wasn't far from Sugar Town. Her car was parked just inside that notorious red light district. She just couldn't quite recall WHICH alley, but knew the basic area. Unfortunately for her, Ms Americana turned the wrong way when she reached Sugar Town and began searching for her car.
Fifteen minutes later and two wrong turns, she found herself on Cummins deep in the heart of Sugar Town. Not good. Hookers, pimps and pushers were everywhere. She turned around and headed back the way she'd come.
"Hey, look what we have here," a male voice said.
Ms Americana stopped and looked in that direction. There were five young men grinning at her. They looked college age, and kinda like spoiled rich frat boys.
"This crack ho is fucked up big time," one said. "Let's nail her."
"Yeah, she won't even remember it tomorrow," another laughed.
"Wait, I'm not…"
Too late. Ms Americana was grabbed and dragged into a nearby alley. She struggled, but after being climaxed by the Bilbo Brothers her power belt wasn't giving her any love. She was completely de-powered, and the chloroform took away most of her natural strength. She was like a newborn kitten in their unmerciful hands.
"Wait, you don't understand," she stammered, off balance and topless among five horny young men.
"Damn, this bitch has the best Ms Americana costume I've seen tonight," one said.
"And the best body," another piped in.
"But I ….," she started, but one of them grabbed her 38Gs. "Yikes!"
"Hey, could she be the real Americana?" another boy said.
"Let's see," another said, and he removed her power belt and tossed it aside. "Nope. I know enough to know that I couldn't remove the real Ms Americana's power belt."
"That's right. Let's party."
Someone grabbed her hair and jerked her head back.
"Please, wait, I am…MMmmmmmm," she said, silenced when her full red lips were claimed in a deep, passionate kiss. Two of them grabbed her tits and began sucking, licking and fondling her 38Gs. "Uuummmmmggghhh."
Ms Americana was slowly lowered to the ground, the three frat boys never releasing her lips or nipples the whole way down. Once on the ground, her knees were pushed wide and another frat boy moved up between them. Seconds later, the second dick of the night penetrated her pussy.
"Uuuummmmm," she groaned into the mouth of the frat boy. "Mmmmgghhh."
"This whore is already well used, and wet as all hell," he said, laughing.
The renewed sexual stimulation quickly heated the oversexed heroine to the boiling point. When the man's tongue was pushed past her lips, she began sucking on it with relish. She buried her fingers in the hair of the two guys sucking and nibbling her nipples and arched her back to give the other better access to her pussy.
I'm such a whore, she thought. Danny is right, I'm a nature born whore in denial.
"Uuuhhhhmmm," she groaned as she felt her shapely body building to climax.
The Queen of Justice didn’t fight it at all. She accepted, even welcomed the pleasure and the rewards that go with it. She gyrated her hips, flexed her vaginal muscles, and otherwise did everything possible to increase her and her lovers' pleasure.
The guy kissing her suddenly released her lips, pulled out his cock and flopped it on her face. Ms Americana began licking it. Licking and sucking on his balls. She gave his cock and balls a very rousing tongue bath, before she sucked his rock hard dick down her throat. In no time she had his cock in mouth, and he began thrusting in and out of her sweet mouth.
"Gotta love a girl that loves her job," one of them laughed.
"Oh yeah," the frat boy fucking her said, and creamed her pussy. "Oh, that was too good."
The feel of ejaculating cock deep inside her was too much for Ms Americana. Her building climax exploded. It ripped through her, sucking away any remnants of resistance and restraint.
"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Oh. Oh. Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeewwwwwww!"
"Ah, the mating call of the North Americana Crack Ho," a frat boy crowed, laughing. "My turn. Get her on her knees. I want to butt fuck this skanky bimbo."
Ms Americana was rolled over onto her hands and knees. The frat boy mounted her quickly. The Bilbo Brothers had already loosened her up. Besides, Danny and Owen really, really liked butt fucking her and Lydia, so she was quite adept at quickly and easily accepting a cock up the poop chute. Then the man she'd been sucking pulled her up off her hands, and shoved his cock in her face. She sucked it right down, as the two frat boys resumed sucking her tits.
"Uuuummmmm," she groaned wantonly.
Ms Americana knew it would be a long night.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Champion Girl struggled weakly in her bonds. The room was brightly lit, but she couldn't absorb any of that scant energy. Solar power was best, but she could replenish her hoard of energy with incandescent light if necessary, but it took longer. But the slavers were prepared for her. They put a collar around her neck that looked like a basic studded slave collar common in the BDSM community, but there was a cable coming from it and going into the wall, that constantly sucked her dry of energy.
The sexy super heroine was tied to a strange bondage chair. It had a very high back, and her wrists were manacled to it high above her head. A steel band was strapped around her narrow waist, securing her to the back also, while her ankles were shackled to the two extensions to either side. She was held in place legs wide. She felt extremely vulnerable and helpless.
Night Raven was to her right. She was tied to the wall, with her arms wide and knees pulled up high. Then they'd pulled her feet off to the side and tied them to the wall, leaving her even more vulnerable and extremely sexually accessible.
Poor Scarlett Sosa was to her left. She was the only one mostly nude. All she had left was her black thigh boots. The slavers had added a studded dog collar to her "sex slave ensemble." Bastards. She was tied spread eagle against the wall.
Champion Girl and Night Raven were in full costume. Of course, they'd spent a couple hours OUT of costume, while the Debutante-a-day Gang sated their unnatural lusts on their admittedly spectacular bodies.
But it was morning, and time to get down to business.
The room was full of men and women. They were "buyers" there to bid on the human merchandise. They, of course, had free access to all the women on display. Complete access, in every way imaginable.
King Pimp stood before Champion Girl. His foot long black cock was still wet with Scarlett's pussy juices. Two dancers from the local professional basketball team were kneeling before the captured socialite, eating her cum dribbling pussy out while their mistress, the infamous dominatrix and brothel owner, Mistress Tabitha, held their leashes. Half of the current and past cheerleaders for the local sports teams worked in her Sports Bar Brothel. It was a very popular place on game day.
Erica Sambino stood before Night Raven. The top mob boss in Delta City was especially pleased to see her second most hated goodie-two-shoe nemesis bound and helpless before her. Erica was a gorgeous brunette with a penchant for wearing leather dresses. Today's ensemble included a tight hot pink skirt and bustier top, with a wide red belt and red stiletto pumps. She was watching as one of her goons held a vibrator to poor Night Raven's twat. The goon earned a hundred dollars every time she climax, and was up to thirteen hundred dollars.
"I knew you'd be mine the first time I saw you, Champion Girl," King Pimp said. His voice was deep and rumbling. The top pimp in Delta City was a huge, towering black man with a big afro. He was bulging with muscles and was giving the frightened super heroine a dark smile that promised extreme sexual wickedness. "I am pleased I didn't have to wait too long to finally sample your feminine charms."
Two absolutely gorgeous women attended him, jumping to his commands eagerly. The redhead was a former Playmate of Year, Beverly Beavers. She wore a black leather strapless teddy like thing, similar to a Playboy bunny suit, without the cuffs and ears. She wore black fishnets and black thigh boots. All the leather was matte finish.
The blonde was a famous actress of dubious talent (except showing off her spectacular boobs) and the world's top rock groupie until she met King Pimp two years back. She was the pimp's favorite girl until Beverly showed up a year back. Pamela Anders had HUGE silicone tits and a slim body, and was about ten years older than Beverly. Pamela wore a red latex bikini and matching thigh boots.
"Ladies," he said, and they hurried to Champion Girl.
Pamela pulled Champion Girl's top up to reveal her spectacular tits, while Beverly pulled her bottoms to the side to expose her moist, tingling pussy. Then the three women watched as King Pimp stepped up, pressed his monster cock against the bubble gum pink nether lips, and pushed.
"Uuggh," Champion Girl groaned as she watched with morbid fascination as his super thick black cock slowly, surely pushed deeper and deeper into her now aching cunt. He was HUGE, and felt even larger inside of her. It felt like he would split her in half with that cock. "Mercy."
"No mercy, Champion Cunt," he said, chuckling darkly. "I suggest you just surrender to the inevitable, and enjoy my cock."
"It's the ultimate bitch tamer," Beverly said.
"Tamed me," Pamela said.
"I was tamed hours ago," Champion Girl said. She arched her back, straining against the chains holding her tight. "Oh, yes. Hurts so good."
She wanted to fight them. Really bad. But she was telling the truth. The slavers and the Bilbo Brothers passed her around for hours, along with Night Raven and Scarlett. All the fight was long since fucked out of them. By the time they finished passing her around, Biff had renamed her "Cockcandy Girl."
Pamela claimed her lips at that time, and they both savored a deep, passionate lipstick kiss. Meanwhile, Beverly started fondling her tits, while sucking on a nipple. King Pimp quickly got a stroke going, and pounded her libido into the dirt fast. She was, after all, still recovering from Erica's session with her, and the twelve buyers before her that stopped to check out the merchandise.
It had been the longest, most exhausting night of your young life.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee-eeeeeeeooooooooow!" she cried, suddenly slammed by a massive climax. They seemed to come faster and harder as the day wore on. Champion Girl didn't think she'd ever recover from it. She didn't think whoever bought her would LET her ever recover from being fucked senseless day in and day out. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooeeeeewwww!"
Night Raven and Scarlett answered with screaming climaxes of their own. "Aaaaaaieeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!"
And.
"Iiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww!"
An hour later, the auction began. It went amazingly fast. King Pimp, as she expected, bought Champion Girl for two million. The price surprised her. She'd never considered what she might bring on the white slave market. She was, despite herself, pleased.
Night Raven was purchased by Mistress Tabitha for a million and a half, and some change. Kid Rotten really wanted her, but his pockets weren't as deep. He was a street pimp, after all, and she owned multiple brothels, strip clubs and other more legitimate businesses.
Scarlett was purchased by foreign "investors." Champion Girl wasn't sure, but thought they were Germans. The gathering broke up shortly after the last purchase, and Champion Girl found herself kneeling between King Pimp's knees in the back of his limo. Her head was bobbing up had down his foot long cock.
"Time to discover the real life identity of Champion Girl," King Pimp said, reaching up and grabbing the edge of her golden yellow mask. He pulled it off with a flourish, and they looked at her face intently. "You're not anyone famous, are you?"
"No, master," she said. "I'm Candy Graham. A nobody, except as Champion Girl."
"Well you are someone now," King Pimp said. He laughed. "You are MY woman, my Champion Girl. My whore, and you will earn me a lot of money on your back and knees."
"Yes, master, I am your Champion Girl," she said, and resumed sucking him off.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
Ms Americana groaned and moaned, then sat up and looked around. She was alone in an alley. It was daylight and the frat boys were gone. The effects of the chloroform was long gone, but her pussy and sphincter still ached. Her power belt was ten feet to her right, atop a pile of trash, while her bikini bottoms were nowhere to be seen. All she wore were her tiara, choker, boots and mask. Oh, and about a gallon of drying cum all over her tits and belly mostly.
"Great Liberty, those boys fucked me into the dirt!"
To her dismay and horror, they'd stuffed and left a five dollar bill up her ass hole. Payment for services rendered. Five measly dollars. Crack whore money. The bastards. She almost wadded the money up and threw it away, but thought better of it and stuffed it down into her right boot.
Struggling to her feet, she collected her power belt and looked for her bottoms some more. Nowhere to be found. Probably one of the frat boys took it as a souvenir, and she thanked the Goddess he didn't want her power belt or….shudder…her mask.
With the light of day, and her good senses restored, Ms Americana quickly determined her location and took the back alleys to her car. It was where she left it, so she climbed in and left. It only took a few minutes to reach her new secret home and super heroine lair. Flag Girl was waiting inside, a nervous wreck.
"Ms Americana! You escaped," she screamed and threw herself in Ms Americana's arms. They hugged fiercely. "When you didn't return I thought…I thought…"
"That the slavers had me?"
"Yes."
"No. I…uh….found a bolt hole and slept off the effects of the chloroform," she said. No reason to distress her protégé any more with the awful truth -- frat boy gang-banged in a back alley. "But I see we're both hail and safe."
"Do you know if Lady Midnight and Azure Angel escaped?"
"No, I don’t," she said grimly. "Let’s pray our courageous comrades haven’t fallen prey to white slavers and sex industry perverts. Unfortunately, we can’t say the same for Champion Girl and Bat Babe. The white slavers took them away."