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MS AMERICANA: ALL OUT OF LUCK

By Dark One

Sugar Town. Two in the morning. Ms Americana waited in a dark alley behind King Pimp's seediest strip club/brothel -- Blissful. The name predated the advent of the aphrodisiac drug Bliss, but that didn't keep the greedy and morally depraved super pimp from beginning to inject small amounts of Bliss into the AC system. Horny customers hired more girls, spent more money. For that reason the super sexy Queen of Justice was forced to wait outside for her prey. Five minutes inside that den of depravity and she would be a stripper/whore too. And loving every second of it, too.

The gorgeous raven-maned super heroine was waiting for an escaped drug smuggler to come out. She knew Raymond Richards was inside, and knew he only used the back door. Right now it was just a waiting game. She'd already been waiting over four hours, but he was worth it. Ray was a blood-thirsty cutthroat, and smuggled the worse sort of drugs into Delta City.

"Bingo," Ms Americana muttered, seeing the back door finally open. A second later, she spotted Raymond Richards standing in the door, lighting a cigarette. He looked smug and confident. Her blood boiled to see him. She was the one that captured him, and now he was an escapee. "Not for long."

Ms Americana was standing inside a busted out window on the second floor, in the abandoned building behind the strip club/brothel. There was a circle of light outside that door, with Ray's car across the alley from the door and directly below the vigilant vigilante. So Ms Americana smiled with wicked delight as she stepped up into the window, and jumped down feet first.

CRACK!

The loud report of her stiletto heels hitting the cold concrete made Ray jump and loose his cigarette. He jumped back inside the door. Ms Americana lunged at him, seized his collar and smiled victorious into his shocked face.

"Gotcha, miscreant," she sneered as a wave of cold, rose-scented air rolled over them. The rose scent was the telltale of Bliss in the air. She wasn't worried about a few breaths of Bliss, since they couldn't put too great of a concentration of the drug in the air or the patrons would just cream their shorts and never hire the girls. "Come quietly, or else."

"Or else, this," Ray said.

He fell straight back, pulling her down with him since she refused to release him. A second later she felt his feet against her belly, and he kicked with all his strength the second his back hit the floor. She cursed herself for a fool as she was flipped over and kicked deeper into the hallway. The sexy super heroine had forgotten what a fierce fighter he was.

"Ooff," she grunted upon impact, but quickly rolled to her hands and knees as she turned to face her adversary. But he was charging her, and kicked her in the chin. "Aaggh!" The vicious kick flipped her over onto her back, and then he stomped down between her wide spread knees, smashing her always hyper-sensitive pussy. "Uuuggh!"

"Stupid cunt, I've been ready for you," he sneered. He kicked her in the pussy again, aiming perfectly for her clit. She cried out in misery, back arched, then collapsed. He unzipped and pulled out his huge cock. "Let's party, babe."

As he moved up between her wide spread legs, eyes fixed upon her brutalized cunt, he reached down and pulled the red, white and blue satin thong aside. The sight of Ms Americana's bikini waxed, neatly trimmed pubic triangle made his cock hard and mouth water. A second later his fingers gently caressed her moist cunt lips.

"I think NOT," Ms Americana growled.

The Queen of Justice pulled her long, shapely legs to her chest, and kicked out with all of her strength. She caught Ray in the chest, and kicked him twenty feet away, down the hallway, out the door and then slammed up against his own car in the alley beyond. She kicked up and the sexy super heroine was on her red booted feet. She scowled as she reached down and pulled her bottoms back over her most private place.

Ms Americana strode towards the dazed drug smuggler. All of her emotions were raging. Humiliation. Anger. Fear of almost being defeated, and LUST. <How could such a vile, little man fire up my libido?> she thought incredulously. Her belly was a riot of tingly butterflies, and her twat ached with need despite Ray's brutal treatment of it.

The busty super babe strode up to Ray, who was gazing up at her from the ground with awe and fear. She reached down, left hand grabbed his collar, right hand grabbed his exposed cock. And she promptly lifted him up and onto the hood of the car.

"Aaaagghhhhh, bitch!" he cried.

"Stop whining," Ms Americana sneered. "Your cock is rock hard, so you liked it."

"Screw you, Ameri-whore," he growled. "What I'd like is for you to suck my dick, bitch."

Instead, Ms Americana seized his balls and squeezed. He writhed and screamed, but she held him down with her legendary super strength. Looking down, she noticed just how big his cock was. Pre-cum was dripping out. So, after looking both ways to ensure no one was around, the Queen of Justice lowered her face and LICKED the pre-cum off.

"Mmmmm," she said, licking her full red lips. Her shapely body was on fire now, her breathing coming in pants. <This is so wrong,> she thought, then lowered her face and wrapped her full red lips around that thick shaft. A second later she was bobbing up and down his dick. "Mmmmmm. Hmmmm."

The vigilante vixen of legendary virtue was soon moaning and groaning as she licked and sucked Ray's huge cock. She nuzzled his cock and balls, then licked his hairy, sweaty balls clean. After about five minutes she realized he was about to blow his wad, so wrapped her lips around the head and received his hot, milky cum into her greedy mouth.

"Mmmmm, good," she groaned. Then Ms Americana reached down, pulled off her bottoms, and crawled up atop the shocked and equally horny smuggler. She straddled his waist, reached down and guided his cock into her cunt. The oversexed, Blissed out super heroine sat back on that cock, savoring the feel of it spreading her wide, pushing deeper and deeper into her welcoming vagina. "Great Liberty….so…soooo good."

Ray reached up between her titanic tits, unfastened her strapless, red, white and blue patriotic themed top, and released her milky white globes. She moaned wantonly as he began fondling her, pinching, licking and sucking on her super sensitive, erect nipples. While he enjoyed her 44DDs to his heart's content, she bounced enthusiastically up and down his thick shaft.

"Oh, Goddess," she breathed, feeling her body change to that liquidy heat that would quickly turn into a climax. She so wanted that orgasm. The horny heroine NEEDED that climax so badly, so badly it hurt. "Oh yes, like that. Squeeze them. Stroke me, baby. Oh yes! So close! Oh Goddess, yes!" She felt Ray explode inside her, filling her pussy with cum. And then it the hit her, "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! YES!"

"Wahoo! Ms Americana is putting out, boys!" a rough, deep voice from the brothel door said.

Three horny men pulled her off Ray. She found herself standing in the middle of a dozen very eager, very horny men, fresh off watching beautiful young women dancing naked. The cold, Bliss infused air flowed out the open door and over the horny heroine and the men around her. One man seized her beautiful, masked face with both hands, and kissed her long, hard and demanding. Within seconds she was kissing back, as she felt uncounted hands grabbing every square inch of her luscious body. With multiple hands on each huge tit, hands stroking her silky soft black hair, fingers rubbing her clit, more pushed into her vagina, and another shoved up her ass, Ms Americana's groaned and surrendered to the inevitable.

That continued for ten minutes, and half a dozen more climaxes from the Queen of Justice. One of the men laid down, his cock sticking straight up. She was maneuvered over him, and forced to sit on his cock. Of course, it went up her ass hole. She groaned in pain and ecstasy, and was soon happily bouncing up and down it. She glanced at the spot Ray's car should be, but it was gone. Ray was gone. For a brief second she crinkled her nose, realizing she failed to capture and secure her prey. Then a large cock was thrust in her face. Glancing up, she saw it was Hernando, a small time crack dealer. A week ago that night she had roughed him up, and then tossed him in jail.

"What are you doing out of jail?"

"Bail. Duh," he said, and started rubbing his sticky, wet cock all over her gorgeous face. "Looks like you are all out of luck, Ms Americana. It's pay back time."

His cock head was pressed against her full red lips. Ms Americana briefly thought of denying him, but her lips parted of their own volition. With their eyes locked, she slowly took his cock deep into her mouth. Her lips slide down that long brown shaft.

"That's what I'm talking about," Hernando said, smiling victoriously. "Suck me dry, Ameri-bitch."

They never lost eye contact the whole time she sucked, licked and slurped on his cock. And then, he shot the first wad into her mouth, making sure she swallowed, then finished with the next three squirts pointblank in her beautiful masked face. Cum dripped from the red star of her tiara, across the bridge of her blue masked nose and across her full red lips and down her chin.

Then the next miscreant took Hernando's place. Soon, she was on all fours as the most unsavory denizens of Sugar Town ran trains front and back. She didn't know long they fucked her, or how many men ultimately fucked her, but it was daylight when Ms Americana staggered out of that alley, cum dripping off her shapely body.

Two weeks later.

Ms Americana was cruising through Sugar Town. Raymond Richards was still on the loose. She had no idea where he was now. Rumor was she scared him out of Sugar Town. Worse, the streets of Sugar Town and Delta City were rife with rumors she got horny and sucked and fucked a dozen or more men in a back alley.

"Bastards," she growled, baby blues flashing.

Rumors about sexy super heroines getting banged were a dime a dozen. People seemed obsessed with the idea. But this time it was true, and that irked her. She hated, hated, HATED the drug Bliss. There was no defense against it. Thank the Goddess none of those unsavory bastards had the sense to pull out his camera phone and take pictures of her deep in debauchery. So she could still deny it and be believed. Of course, there would always be those who believed the worst stories and nothing she could do or say would change their minds.

Since recovering from that shameful night of Bliss-induced debauchery and depravity, Ms Americana had been visiting Sugar Town nightly. Raising super heroine Hell with the pimps, prostitutes and pushers. She'd been on an angry rampage. The Queen of Justice was teaching them the punishment for taking unfair advantage of a superior women.

Pulling into an alley, Ms Americana sets out on foot. For the next hour she roamed the crime-infested streets of Sugar Town looking for a fight. But no one would stand and fight. They all scattered to the four winds upon her approach. It was proving a very unsatisfying night. So she returned to her car, intent on going home and catching up on her sleep.

"Oh, my, what do we have here?" Ms Americana said, smiling as her baby blues narrowed with wicked glee.

King Pimp was leaning against her red, white and blue, Americana mobil. The six foot seven African Americana pimp was decked out in grey pin striped suit, holding a jewel-encrusted pimp cup and looking quite pleased with himself. He had five of his thugs with him, all muscular African American men, all over six feet tall and all looking extremely violent and dangerous. All were wearing suits like their lord and master, but none as well tailored or as expensive as the King of Pimps.

"Finally," King Pimp said, spotting Ms Americana striding towards him.

"Yes, finally," Ms Americana said, stopping a mere three feet in front of the huge pimp. "Finally, I found someone stupid enough to NOT run away, so I can pound your head into the dirt." He laughed. She scowled at him. "Get off my car, pimp."

"God forbid I scratch your precious car," King Pimp said, grinning as he stood up. He looked her up and down. Twice. She noticed a huge bulge formed in his crotch. "My God, woman, you are mega-beautiful. You'll make a fucking fortune for me as a hooker."

"I suppose I would," Ms Americana said, striking a super heroine pose. "IF I was foolish enough to let you get the drop on me, and capture me. But I'm not that big a fool, King Pimp."

"Fool? No. Maybe a costumed bimbo. Maybe an oversexed nympho in denial," he said. "Maybe a pure, unadulterated IDIOT, but not a fool."

"Oh, I am so going to enjoy kicking your butt," Ms Americana said through clenched teeth. She smoothly slipped into an aggressive fighting stance. King Pimp didn't seem concerned, though his thugs quickly surrounded her in a semi-circle. "These little boys of yours are not going to stop me, either."

"Of course they aren't. I didn't bring them here to fight you," King Pimp said. "I brought them all to receive their promised blow job from you."

"What?" she cried. "How dare you! I'm a superior woman, a SUPER HEROINE. I am the Queen of Justice, and the premier super heroine in Delta City. What is it in that diseased, depraved mind of yours that thought I'd give you all oral pleasure?"

"Give us some privacy, boys," King Pimp said as he placed a portable DVD player atop Ms Americana's car. Once they were far enough away, he smiled victoriously at Ms Americana, then pushed the PLAY button as he said, "I own the strip club and brothel called Blissful. Two weeks you attacked a friend of mine, Raymond Richards. My security system caught it all on tape."

The back door of Blissful came up on the DVD player's screen.

"Ray Richards is a friend of yours? Where is he? I demand you tell…me….security cameras?" she said, suddenly remembering everything that happened behind that notorious brothel.

"Yes. They captured how you RAPED Ray," King Pimp said, gloating. "I have spoken with Ray, and he is prepared to press charges. The video evidence is undisputable"

And the door opened on the screen. Seconds later she appeared out of nowhere. The angle of the camera didn't allow them to see what happened inside the hallway, but after a few minutes Ray came flying out. She followed quickly. Ms Americana's eyes went wide as she watched herself lick the pre-cum off Ray's dick, then really start sucking him off. The camera's were obviously controlled by a human hand, because seconds later it voomed in on her face, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Thankfully, there was no audio. Ms Americana grunted as she watched herself climb atop, and mount Ray's cock. Then she yelped as she was pulled off him, and the real debauchery began.

"Looks like rape to me," King Pimp said way too smugly. "We both know the current D.A. is not a fan of yours. You really shouldn't have campaigned for his opponent. Now, how many years do you suppose you'll get for rape?"

"Great Liberty, I'm ruined!" she cried, staggering back.

"Not necessarily," King Pimp said, smirking. "I think we could work out a deal, if you keep an open mind."

"D-Deal? O-Open m-mind?" Ms Americana stammered, confused and discombobulated. Then she remembered WHAT he was. "Great Liberty, I can't prostitute myself! I'm the Queen of Justice, Ms Americana. I am a pillar of society, a role model for young women all over. I'm a superior woman."

"Yes you are, and thus you'll make a superior hooker," King Pimp said. "Or, I could release my security tapes to the police and media. The police will arrest you, and then everyone will know your secret identity, before the District Attorney ships your sweet round butt off to prison."

"T-There's got to be another way," she whispered, feeling her body already beginning to change. Heck, it felt like her body was EAGER for sex. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to breath, forcing her to all but pant. Wild-eyed, she looked around for salvation that wasn’t coming. "I-I have money. I can g-give you more money than I c-could ever earn as a pr-pr-prostitute."

"I'm a pimp. I am more interested in pimping you out than the money," he said. "It's what I do, what I love to do."

"Surrendering to you would be worse than going to prison," she said. "Either way, my identity would get out and I'd be ruined."

King Pimp smiled knowingly. "I thought about that. I never said I have to know your secret identity. I want MS AMERICANA whoring herself for me. Keep your mask on, I don't care."

"What? You mean….I don't….oh," she said, suddenly seeing a way out. A very unsavory way to save herself from ultimate destruction. "Oh, that is so wrong. So sick and depraved. I cannot whore myself. I have too much self-esteem, too much pride as a superior woman."

"I understand the Samson Family boss likes to have the super heroine's he captures strangled, then stuffed and put on display in their costumes," King Pimp said. She gawked at him in horror. She'd heard the same thing. Word was that he had done just that to Uber Woman, Star Lass, Ultra Girl and Crimson Avenger. The vision of herself on display in his horrific trophy room flashed before her mind's eye, and she shivered dramatically. "Talk about unpleasant. I would think spreading your milky thighs for money would be quite pleasant in comparison."

"I…I…I can only …work….for you part time," she whispered, throat too tight.

The super sexy super heroine felt her surrender profoundly. Her body became all hot and bothered, all tingly and needy. She knew she'd committed herself to an unsavory, sexy path where debauchery was the norm. Ms Americana had stepped off her high pedestal and into the rancid gutter of whoredom with those words.

"Ok. I want Ms Americana to still be out and about. It'll keep your notoriety up," he said. "Every other night will be fine."

"No!" she cried. "That much sex will kill Ms Americana. My belt would never work. Saturday nights only."

They dickered like that for the next fifteen minutes.

"Okay, we are agreed then," King Pimp said, looking supremely satisfied. "You will work Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays, from six at night until closing time at three in the morning."

"Agreed," Ms Americana whispered, head hanging dejectedly. She licked dry, red lips and lifted her head. She looked into the jubilant brown eyes of her new pimp. "Since it is Tuesday, I suppose I don't have to start tonight."

"Wrong," King Pimp said, and laughed. "Tonight is your training night." He put up the DVD player, and signaled his men. They quickly formed a semi-circle around him and Ms Americana. "If you recall, I told you I promised them all blow jobs from you. You can start with me."

Ms Americana froze, then looked around with wide blue eyes at all the men surrounding her, eager for their promised prize. She felt her face flame red, then she turned back to King Pimp. Worse, her body was already well into the liquidy heat phase of arousal.

"I have no choice, do I?"

"None."

Ms Americana knelt before the notorious pimp. She licked her lips as she unzipped him. Seconds later she had his thick, black cock in hand. With a red gloved hand, she stroked it hard. Then she took a deep breath and looked up into his face.

"One day, you will regret doing this to me," Ms Americana said, then reached out with her tongue and licked his shaft from base to tip. "I will have my vengeance."

"Take off your top," King Pimp said in answer.

The legendary, the virtuous Queen of Justice, reached down with trembling fingers and unfastened her legendary costume top. Her heavy, 44DDs flopped out of the cups, bouncing enticingly. She dropped the beloved top to the side, looked up at her pimp and master, and took hold of his cock. Without further ado, the sexy super heroine turned hooker opened wide and gobbled the hated pimp's thick cock down.

Ms Americana sucked King Pimp dry, then moved to the next man and the next and so on and so one. She had to go around the circle twice. Then King Pimp buckled a slave collar around her slender throat, and attached a leash. He tugged on it, and she rose to her feet. One of the thugs picked up her discarded top.

<My dignity, self-esteem and self-respect are left in the gutter,> she thought bitterly.

"Heel, Ameri-bitch," King Pimp said, and headed for the street.

Ms Americana followed obediently. Her face flamed up again when the street people spotted them and began to celebrate her downfall, and King Pimp's victory. She was led on that leash the five blocks to her new part-time job, at Blissful. Just outside the door, she was given her top back and ordered to put it on. Then King Pimp took her inside. The faint scent of roses washed over them.

"Hello, Boys and Girls!" King Pimp cried. "I brought you all a new plaything -- Ms Americana!" They were silent, stunned beyond words. "I defeated her, and we struck a deal. She will work here part time, and I won't completely destroy her."

They began screaming, cheering and dancing with joy. King Pimp led her through that chaos. Ms Americana didn't even try to fend off all the hands reaching out to squeeze her tits or slap her shapely rump. That and the Bliss in the air sent her libido into overdrive.

"You may begin," King Pimp said. The music started up, and Ms Americana gulped, shivered violently, and then raised her red gloved hands high as she began a slow, hip gyrating dance. A few seconds later, King Pimp caught her eyes, and then looked meaningfully at her top. She grimaced, and removed the top. "Waaahooo, look at how those fat titties swing and bounce as she dances!" Men started lining the stage with tips in hand. "And she gives a full kiss for each tip. Feel free to cop a feel, too."

Ms Americana's first dance lasted forty-five minutes. It took that long to get through all the tippers, what with them all getting kisses and copping long, lingering feels of her "fat titties." Then it was lap dance time. Her first customer was Raymond Richards. In less than a minute she found herself impaled on his cock, being fucked while everyone watched. Ms Americana gave another dozen lap dances, all ending with sex, before someone actually paid to take her upstairs.

The vivacious vixen was horrified to learn how cheap King Pimp was whoring her off for. Twenty for lap dance sex. Thirty for suck and fuck upstairs.

"Thirty dollars, please," Ms Americana said after closing her room's door. She counted the money, and then told him to strip and lay down. "Good boy."

Ms Americana's top and bottoms were downstairs. So she had nothing to take off, so lay down and waited for him to join her. As he approached the bed, fully erect, she rolled to her knees and met him. Without further ado, she started sucking on his cock with relish.

"Are you really the real Ms Americana?" he asked.

"Mmmm," she said. "Yes. I'm the real Ms Americana."

"And you are King Pimp's hooker now?"

"He's blackmailing me," Ms Americana said, pulling her john down on the bed with her. He immediately started fondling, kissing and licking her huge jugs. She laid back and let him have his way with her tits for the next five minutes. In that time, she spotted a tiny camera in the corner aimed at the bed. So her first act of prostitution was well recorded. He had her good. "I have no choice but to obey."

"Ha!" he said. "Sounds like your luck finally ran out, Americana. We all knew it would eventually."

"Yes," she said as he moved between her wide spread knees. She guided him into her cunt, and her back arched as he pushed deep inside her sacred body. "Yes, I'm all out of luck." She glanced at the camera as she wrapped her arms and legs around the man fucking her with supreme enthusiasm, then up as the ceiling mirror. She felt her orgasm starting to build, and felt the effects of the Bliss in her shapely body. "All out of luck."

THE END