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MS AMERICANA: ANTIDOTE

By Dark One

“Sure is a slow night, Ms Americana,” Flag Girl said, and yawned.

“It happens sometimes,” Ms Americana said, frowning.

The two sexy beauties in red, white and blue were walking down 69^th street in Delta City’s largest, most notorious red light district – Sugar Town. It was almost two in the morning, and nearing the end of their patrol. Earlier they had patrolled the docks, and some warehouse districts known for illicit activities. Nothing. It was like the criminals were all on vacation. It had been like that the last two weeks.

“Lots of hookers and johns, but no pimps or pushers,” Ms Americana said, sighing.

As a rule, the sexy super heroines didn’t go after hookers. They sometimes threatened to throw them in jail, but unless they perpetrated a crime other than prostitution, super heroines thought they were too small time for their valuable time and effort. Though, frequently, if they busted a pimp, they tried to round up as many of his hookers as possible, too.

So the hookers didn’t necessarily run at the sight of them. Some did. Most streetwalkers just glared daggers at them. And that’s all they’d encountered in the last hour within Sugar Town.

“Not even a liquor store robber or any muggers out and about,” Ms Americana said, looking around and scowling.

“I’m bored,” Flag Girl said. “I can only strut my stuff so much, Ms A.”

“Yes. I’ve lost interest in ‘showing the colors’ too,” the Queen of Justice said. She paused to tug her strapless top up a bit. “If we can’t do any good here, we might as well go --”

“Calling all hos!” A familiar voice interrupted the voluptuous vigilante. “Daddy’s back, and wants his cash. Give it up, my bitches.”

“That’s all they got?” another familiar voice said mockingly. “My hos made twice that much, in half the time.”

“JJ Rod and Mr. Cocks,” Flag Girl said, nineteen year old, blue masked face lighting up with pure delight. “They both jumped bail. We don’t even have to catch them in the act, they are already wanted men.”

“Looks like this night wasn’t a total loss after all, my pretty protégé,” Ms Americana said, her star-spangled, blue masked face lighting up with a big smile.

The two sexy super heroines sprinted around the corner and came to a stop, where they struck arrogant super heroine poses: chins high, chests thrust out, back slightly bowed and legs shoulder width apart. With their gloved hands on well rounded hips, they gazed with superior disdain upon the two notorious pimps, and all the shocked hookers surrounding them.

“Halt in the name of Justice! This Ms Americana and Flag Girl demand!” Ms Americana shouted in her most commanding voice.

JJ Rod and Mr. Cocks froze, eyes wide. They were two huge African-American men, with a similar look. They were, after all, first cousins. JJ Rod, real name Jerome Johnson, was six four, two hundred fifty pounds of attitude. His head was shaved bald, and he had very, very dark skin. Mr. Cocks, real name Randolph Cox, was four inches taller than his cousin, with the same dark, dark skin, but with a big afro. Both were heavily muscled, and wore expensive silk suits and lots of bling.

The two notorious pimps looked at the sexy super duo, then at each other, and GRINNED. Flag Girl rolled her eyes, and Ms Americana just shook her head. MEN! They were too cocky to believe two “girls” could defeat them. The arrogance of men was legendary.

“Bad decision, boys,” Ms Americana sneered. “I’d reconsider before my sexy protégé and myself are forced to beat you down like you do your hooker whores.”

“Yeah, nasty boys,” Flag Girl said. “We’re ready, willing and quite able to bitch slap you two social vermin into la la land.”

“Social vermin?” JJ Rod said. “Super sluts have called me miscreant, malefactor, reprobate and other similar terms, but never social vermin.”

“I know. That putdown kind of hurts my little feelings,” Mr. Cocks said, then opened his arms to his cousin and fellow pimp. “Hold me.”

The two pimp roared with laughter, which their hookers nervously joined in.

Ms Americana sighed gustily. It’d been a long, boring night. Now this. “Flag Girl, I think we are REALLY going to enjoy what comes next.”

“Oh yeah,” the sexy nineteen year old blonde said, blue eyes flashing and curly pigtails bouncing from her nodding.

“Get them,” Ms Americana cried, and they both rushed the still laughing pimps.

“Holy shit!” JJ Rod cried.

“Run,” Mr. Cocks said, and they darted down an alley, with the curvaceous super heroines hot on their heels.

“Ha! Morons,” Ms Americana shouted, and slowed to a cocky strut. “This is a dead-end alley. You’d think pimps would know their own territory better.”

“They are not the brightest candles on the cake, Ms A,” Flag Girl piped in perkily.

The super sexy super heroines found the two pimps at the end of the alley, backs against the wall and ready to fight. Neither looked willing to just give up. Of course, pimps rarely did. They didn’t respect women enough to believe even a super heroine could beat them up. A lesson they receive regularly, but never seem to learn.

“We know exactly what we’re doing, super sluts,” JJ Rod sneered.

“Yeah, and you’ll understand that once we finish with you down here, and then put your sweet round asses to work on the streets,” Mr. Cocks said.

“Sweeeeet,” Flag Girl said, then looked up at Ms Americana with a joyful masked face. “Wow, Ms A, looks like we’re in for an exciting career change. Imagine, that dream of Hooker Heaven is within our grasp. Makes me want to giggle like an idiot.”

Ms Americana chuckled. “Yes, Flag Girl, I can barely contain myself.”

“Flag Twat, you’re going to giggle like a hooker bimbo idiot, while sucking my big black cock,” Mr. Cocks sneered.

“And Ms Ameri-slut won’t be able to CONTAIN her titties, because she’ll be rubbing them in the face of every man with twenty dollars to spend,” JJ Rod said. “Surrender now, and maybe we’ll show you a tiny bit of mercy, super bimbo sluts.”

Both Ms Americana’s and Flag Girl’s fists curled up tight as they stepped closer and closer. The pimps moved to meet them. Two on two. Pimps versus super heroines in a dark, back alley deep in a sleazy red light district.

“You two are truly ignorant goons,” Ms Americana said as they neared each other. “By myself I’ve fought and defeated you two bozos five times. You got the drop on me once, and I escaped and took you down. You have no chance at all against both of us.”

“Wrong answer,” Mr. Cocks said. “You lose. Submit and prepare to be fucked.”

“Yeah, Ms Boobs-n-Ass, this is a TRAP,” JJ Rod said triumphantly. “GET HER, BOYS!”

Ms Americana and Flag Girl whirled around to….nothing.

“Oopsie,” Flag Girl squeaked.

“Ugh!” Ms Americana cried out a second later, as JJ Rod slammed a brutal fist into her left kidney. She staggered forward two steps and turned to confront him, and got another fist in the chin. “Aggh!”

As the sexy Queen of Justice fell flat on her back, it occurred to her that they used that exact trick to get the drop on her that one time, two years back. Shame flooded her senses as she heard Flag Girl cry out in pain.

“Ack! Ngh! Aagggh,” Flag Girl cried, two pimps pounding her shapely teenage body mercilessly.

“Americana’s out like a light,” JJ Rod crowed joyfully. “One punch from me, and down for the count, man.”

Ms Americana’s baby blues finally focused, and she saw Mr. Cocks holding Flag Girl’s arms back, while JJ Rod pounded her face, tits and belly. The perky protégé was starting to sag.

“Not on my watch,” Ms Americana growled, kicked her red stiletto booted feet straight up, the forced of which lifted her off the ground and onto her feet. Then she punched JJ Rod in the kidney. “Turnabout is fair play, pimp.”

“Ms A, help,” Flag Girl cried.

“Duck!” Flag Girl obeyed, and Ms Americana kicked above her, her foot smashing into Mr. Cocks’ face. When he went down, he dragged the sexy sidekick with him.

“Are you okay?” Ms Americana asked, as she bent over to help Flag Girl up.

“Yes.”

“Not for long,” JJ Rod snarled, and kicked the bent over Queen of Justice in the ass.

Ms Americana was hurled straight into a brick wall, head first. As she slumped to the ground, JJ Rod lashed out with his foot again, kicking Flag Girl in the face.

“Ha! Got ‘em both,” JJ Rod said. “I am the MAN!”

“Ah, shut up and get Ms Americana tied up,” Mr. Cocks said, pulling Flag Girl’s blue, star-spangled top off to expose a perfect pair of milky white 36Ds. Then he removed her power belt, to seal the deal. “It’s super heroine sucking and fucking time.”

‘Hell yeah,” JJ Rod said. He walked over and looked down at the crumpled form of Ms Americana. The sexy super heroine had dropped to her knees, face and upper chest pressed against the brick wall, baby blues crossed as she whimpered tiny animal noises. “Time to be tamed, Ms Superlicious Puss-n-Boots.”

JJ Rod grabbed a fistful of silky black hair, and yanked her backwards. He stretched her out on the cold concrete, and bent over to unfasten her top. As her big, juicy 38Gs popped out, her baby blues cleared and Ms Americana growled. He froze, and a pair of bright red stiletto boots flashed up into his face. The brutal pimp was sent stumbling backwards, to crash into his cousin and Flag Girl.

Ms Americana’s eyes flashed when she saw that Mr. Cocks had her sexy sidekick stripped of top and short-shorts, and had then used a large tie-wrap to bind her wrist behind her back.

“How dare you! You’ll pay for that outrage, pimp,” Ms Americana cried, reached down and pulled Flag Girl away from him.

Mr. Cocks hooked a foot behind Ms Americana’s left ankle, and kicked her foot away. The statuesque super heroine was unbalanced, still holding Flag Girl. So the big pimp kicked the back of her other knee, and the two super heroines came crashing down.

“Get her fucking belt off,” Mr. Cocks cried, leaping atop the sexy duo. JJ Rod immediately joined him in the dog pile.

“Great Liberty! I’m pinned down,” Ms Americana cried, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Yeah?” JJ Rod sneered. He was struggling with the fastener of her golden power belt. Suddenly, it opened. “Great Liberty, Bitch, you are DEPOWERED!”

“Aaggghhh!” Ms Americana cried, struggling mightily. “Flag Girl, help me.”

“I’m tied up, Ms A!”

Suddenly, Mr. Cocks shoved Flag Girl aside, and both pimps seized the sexy Queen of Justice. She kicked, bit, writhed and tried every move she knew to break free of their grips, to no avail. The irrepressible Ms Americana was manhandled to her stomach, her arms slowly pulled back…and her wrists tie-wrapped together.

“GOT HER!” Mr. Cocks cried.

“Got them both,” JJ Rod said. “Our plan went perfectly.”

“Well, not exactly perfectly,” Mr. Cocks said, probing a bleeding nose.

“Yeah, you’re right,” JJ Rod said, standing and rubbing his back, over his kidney. “That bitch hits HARD. If I start pissing blood, I’m gonna kick her fat ass again.”

“You fools,” Ms Americana snarled, still struggling to break the tie-wrap. Without her power belt, there was no way she could escape it, but she wasn’t capable of just giving up. “I’ve been in worse spots than this, and prevailed. You morons really should pay closer attention to my mythos. It’s all true.”

“You’ve really fucked that many men and women?” JJ Rod said.

“And worked as a hooker and stripper in the Palace and House of Joy, and Baby Dolls?” Mr. Cocks said.

“Okay, it’s not ALL true. The good parts are true,” Ms Americana said. Truth was, she had been forced to work as a hooker in the Palace and House of Joy, and as a stripper at Baby Dolls. Among other places, spread out over her long, storied career. “But I have a reputation for escaping tight bondage, and kicking butt afterwards. If you know what’s good for you, you will release Flag Girl and me and surrender to Justice.”

“Damn, even tied up and half-naked super heroines still rattle on about truth, justice and other stupid shit,” JJ Rod said, shaking his head.

“There is one surefire way to shut a super heroine up,” Mr. Cocks said, smirking.

“Ball gag?”

“Fuck ‘em,” he said.

“Fucking A right,” JJ Rod said. Then he looked at Ms Americana’s naked tits. “Or is that, fucking MS A right?”

“Hey!” Ms Americana cried, baby blues narrowed. “Don’t you dare! I’m a sacred super heroine. I’m the Queen of Justice.”

“Ha! Okay, you can fuck Americana first. I am rather partial to BLONDES,” Mr. Cocks said, locking eyes with the sexy sidekick, whose eyes grew big and round.

“I will not be ignored,” Ms Americana snapped. “Release us this instant!”

“Oh, you’re going to get a release, all right,” JJ Rod said, unzipping and pulling a ten inch long, thick black cock. Both sexy super heroines gawked at his dick, unable to tear their eyes off of it. “Look at them. They prattle on and on about how men can’t stop staring at their fat jugs, but it goes both ways. They are obsessed with dick.”

The sexy super heroine had to swallow twice to loosen her throat enough to speak. So hard to breath, and Ms Americana felt all tingly inside. It was so distracting when her traitorous body thought there was sex to be had. But she had to be strong.

“Y-You’re crazy,” Ms Americana said. “It’s…it’s just…Your penis is obscenely larg…um, I mean…disgusting.”

“Big,” Flag Girl whispered. “Scary big.”

“Mine is just a big, sweet twat,” Mr. Cocks said, pulling his ten incher out. He stepped across and straddled the prone sidekick. She gulped as she looked up with wide eyes. “Flag Girl, meet my little friend. His name is…Bitch Tamer.”

“Leave her alone,” Ms Americana snarled, redoubling her efforts to break free of the tie-wrap around her red gloved wrists. Then JJ Rod stole her full attention, by grabbing her by the hair and yanking her to her red booted feet. “Hey! That’s so disrespectful.”

“Yeah? Well then,” he said, leering as he ran his free hand up and down, all over her curvaceous body. “Then you’re going to LOVE this.”

“No! Don’t you dare kiss me – Uuuuggghhh,” she cried, her full, glossy red lips claimed in a hard, demanding kiss. The kiss of a master. She froze, face incredulous as their lips met, and began sliding all over each other. After a moment, her eyes fluttered closed and she froze. “MMmmmmmmmgggghhh.”

“Looks like your sexy mentor is already starting to enjoy herself,” Mr. Cocks said to Flag Girl. “Time to tame your inner teenage bitch, Flag Bimbo.”

“Don’t touch me with that…that….that monstrosity,” Flag Girl said, trying to wiggle away beneath the hated pimp. Her spectacular body was trembling with obscene need, as it tingled in the most erotic way. Especially her tits and pussy. But fear filled her as well. Fear of sexual submission. Fear of being tamed, and losing her glorious self in sexual bliss. “I’m a good girl. I don’t even date bad boys, much less have such intimate relations with them.”

He enjoyed how her pathetic struggles and attempt to escape made her firm, white titties jostle sexily. Was that light glistening on her twat? Could she be that wet before he ever touched her? Rumor was that super heroines, one and all, were super horny twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Those same rumors said that Ms Americana and Flag Girl were the most horny of the bunch, too.

Flag Girl aimed the long, slender stiletto of her right boot at his crotch, and kicked straight up. Mr. Cocks was waiting for that. He blocked the kick, and seized her ankle. She squeaked, and kicked up with the left foot. The big pimp caught that one, too. With an ankle in each hand, he dropped to his knees and spread her legs wide. His ten inch black cock lay across her hot, wet, bikini waxed pussy.

“I’ve heard, and can’t wait to find out if it’s true, that once a man forces a climax out of a super heroine,” Mr. Cocks said, releasing her ankles. One hand grabbed a fat tit, the other grabbed his hard cock. Flag Girl froze, big blue eyes locked on that cock as he guided it to her bubble gum pink pussy lips, rubbed it up and down her slippery wet slit a few times, and then pushed past those protective lips. As that dark dick head penetrated, slowly pushing deeper and deeper, spreading her wide, sending waves of heady, wonderful, frightening pleasure through her shapely body, her eyes slowly rolled up into head, back arched and head began lolling about. “That her mind is wiped clean, and she can be molded into any kind of woman you want her to be. In other words, the more I make you climax, the more I can brainwash you into being my obedient whore.”

“Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhh,” Flag Girl groaned. “Hurts. So Big. Ooooohhhhh.”

Ms Americana heard her sexy sidekick. Her heart went out to Flag Girl, but she had her own problems. JJ Rod wasn’t satisfied with just kissing her and fondling her 38Gs. No, his free hand dropped low, pushed under her red, white and blue thong and began exploring her bikini waxed twat. To her shame, he found her pussy wet and ready, so easily pushed a couple fingers deep inside her. Her back arched and her mind really began to spin out of control. He didn’t waste too much time exploring, though. JJ Rod found her engorged clitoris, and began rubbing it. And that vile pimp knew exactly how to rub her the right way, too.

“Ms Americana!” Flag Girl cried. “It’s too much! I…can’t…stop….Aaaaaaaaaaaaaghh! Oh Goddess…It’s….Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“You are a whore. You’re a raging slut,” Mr. Cocks started saying into Flag Girl’s ear as he continued to pump in and out of her convulsing, quivering cunt. “All you want to do if FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.”

‘Ooooh. Fuck. I want…Oooooh,” Flag Girl whispered, dazed and confused, eyes unfocused.

Ms Americana’s own internal struggled to contain her body’s overwhelming need to climax was interrupted by her sexy protégé’s scary plight. That vile pimp was starting to brainwash the hapless heroine. Unfortunately, Ms Americana knew from firsthand experience that it WORKED. They were highly vulnerable to brainwashing after being climaxed. Poor Flag Girl was already beginning to fall under their unsavory influence.

The Queen of Justice’s baby blues suddenly grew wide. Flag Girl’s screaming climaxes had helped to batter Ms Americana’s will power down a bit more. Unfortunately it was like a snow ball rolling down a mountain – picking up speed and getting bigger and scarier with every second, every stroke of JJ Rod’s expert touch. Panic consumed the vivacious vigilante, and seconds later she lost all control of her body.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried into JJ Rod’s mouth. He released her lips, and sucked in a hyper sensitive nipple. The heroine’s back arched and she felt white hot, erotic heat flood her body. The pimp continued to rub her clit perfectly, and ripped out another climax. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh! Great Liberty, I am weakening. My Goddess, I beg your forgiveness! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggghhhh!”

“Ha! Good girl. Start begging,” JJ Rod said, and laughed again. “Beg for it, bitch.”

JJ Rod spun her around, then pressed her face first against a brick wall. Her back was arched dramatically, so her sweet round butt stuck out. The pimp ripped her thong off, ruining it beyond repair. Then he grabbed both of her well rounded hips, and thrust his big black cock up her cunt.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she cried, climaxing again upon penetration.

That did it. The Queen of Justice’s mind was blank. She had no thoughts other than that cock pumping in and out, so wonderfully. JJ Rod noticed the blank look of bliss on her beautiful, masked face, and smiled with evil delight.

“Ms Americana, you are a natural born whore,” he said into her ear as he started fucking her harder, faster. She let out a long, low, sensuous groan of pure pleasure. “You are a hooker, a whore, a slut and LOVE IT. You revel in your naughtiness. You LOVE being a whore. You LOVE being fucked over and over and over again.”

“Love being fucked,” she gasped out. “Love being…uuugghhh…hooker, whore….oooh.”

“I think they are ready,” Mr. Cocks said, still humping away atop Flag Girl. He pulled out a syringe. “Let’s seal the deal.”

“Fucking A,” JJ Rod said, pulling a syringe out of his jacket’s inside pocket. He popped off the cap, and jabbed the needle deep in Ms Americana’s left butt cheek. “Done. Even if the brainwashing doesn’t work, she won’t have a choice but to work for me.”

“Same here with Flag Whore,” Mr. Cocks said. “This poison will guarantee they HAVE to work for us.”

“Poison?” Ms Americana gasped out. That new threat to her life roused the inner woman, the inner Divine Heroine. “You poisoned us?”

“Yep. We poison all of your girls,” JJ Rod said.

“Why? Poison kills, and then you don’t have any hookers,” she said, incredulous.

“Not exactly….wait…oh no….I can’t hold…Aaaaaagghhh,” JJ Rod cried.

“AAAAAAaaaaagggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried, his ejaculation setting off a reaction deep inside her.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!” Flag Girl cried out, too.

“Dude, don’t you love it how when one heroine climaxes, they all climax?” Mr. Cocks said, chuckling. “Come on, Flag Twit. Let’s get you dolled up and ready for work.”

“Why should I work for you if your poison is just going to kill me?”

“Oh, the poison will kill you, unless you get the antidote, and lots of it,” JJ Rod said, pulling out of Ms Americana with some regret. It was so good fucking her.

“Antidote?” Ms Americana said, mind still whirling. Without him holding onto her hips, she became unsteady atop her five inch stiletto boots. But she was a superior woman, and felt her body already recovering.

“Semen,” Mr. Cocks said, and both pimps laughed.

“Lots and lots of semen,” JJ Rod said. “And the only way to get enough semen is to work for us, as HOOKERS.”

“No! There’s got to be another way,” Ms Americana cried, panic filling her. Without thought she kicked JJ Rod in the head. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. Mr. Cocks snarled and started towards her, but Flag Girl kicked his legs out for under him, and Ms Americana kicked him in the head. “We have to get out of here, Flag Girl. We’ll come back and deal with these two dirty dogs later.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOOXOX

Brenda Wade woke up sweating profusely, pain infusing every inch of her spectacular body. She rolled out of bed and fell to hands and knees.

“I can’t…believe the pain,” she groaned. “Like my insides are on fire.”

Then she remembered the previous night. JJ Rod and Mr. Cocks poisoned her and Flag Girl.

“But there’s an antidote….oh, so disgusting. I have to eat…semen,” she said, gorgeous face screwed up in distaste and pain. “Now I understand the true meaning of the old saying, ‘insult on top of injury.’”

The beautiful billionaire staggered to the door and headed downstairs. The pain was so intense she barely had a thought in her head. She just wanted relief from the horrific pain. Maybe aspirin? But the pain was so great she didn’t realize she was stark naked.

She headed to the back stairs down to the kitchen. Usually the kitchen is the center of activity first thing in the morning, but only the butler was there when she arrived.

“Good morning, Ms Wade,” Clive said, doing a double-take on her nudity. The ancient, tall and slim English butler tried to pull his eyes away from her naked tits, but couldn’t. He’d worked for Brenda for twenty years, and it was only the second time he’d seen the “girls.” “Uh, is there a problem, Ms Wade?”

“Yes,” Brenda whispered, and dropped to her hands and knee, groaning in misery.

“Can I help?”

“Yes. Come here,” she said. He stepped up close, and she rose up on her knees. Before Clive understood what was happening, Brenda unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-erect dick. She gave his a couple firm strokes, getting it harder, and finally wrapped those beautiful full lips around the head. “Just relax and let it…um…come.”

Brenda was desperate. No playing around. She gave the seventy-five year old butler the most intense head she knew how to give. The butler didn’t get out much, and hadn’t had any in five years. So it didn’t take long before he ballooned Brenda’s cheeks with a ginormous load of cum. She sucked every last drop down greedily, then smacked her lips afterwards.

“Oh yeah,” Brenda breathed out, feeling the intense pain quickly fading. It didn’t completely go away, but dropped to a manageable level. “Thanks, Clive. That hit the spot.”

“My…p-pleasure,” he gasped out, still in the afterglow of the greatest BJ of his long life. “Any…any time, Ms Wade. I’m pleased to be of service.”

“Hmm, yes. I bet you are,” Brenda said, finally regaining all of her faculties and realizing just what she’d done. She was not pleased. “Have you seen Lydia this morning?”

“I think she’s out back by the pool,” he said.

Brenda walked over to the window and looked out. There was Lydia. On all fours, getting fucked front and back. Brenda rolled her eyes, knowing why Lydia needed sex, but couldn’t believe she let one of the security officers fuck her. She needed to EAT semen. His cum was being wasted.

“Hey now, stop that,” Brenda said, running out the door.

There were three security officers with Lydia. One was clearly sexually sated and basking in the glory of it all. One was getting a BJ, and the other was fucking Lydia doggie style. They all froze, fear erupting on their faces.

Brenda grabbed the guard dogging her pussy from behind, pulled him back three steps, and knelt before him. She took his sticky wet cock in hand, and looked up at him with angry baby blues.

“Don’t waste it. Men,” she said, and gobbled him down. “Mmmmmmmm.”

His dick was wet with Lydia’s pussy juices, and tasted divine. She took the time to lick it from base to head, then swallowed him down again. Soon her long, tousled black hair was bouncing all around her naked body, caressing her soft skin with its sensual silkiness.

“Hmmmm.” Both women moaned as one. Slurp. Slurp. Ngh. Gulp. SLURP!

“Oh God,” the guard in Brenda’s mouth tensed up, and shot his wad while she was deep-throating him. Brenda groaned, feeling more of the pain fading away, as she milked him completely dry. “Holy shit. That was the BEST blow job ever.”

“Glad you enjoyed it,” Brenda said, frowning. With even more of the pain gone, she had the luxury of being disgusted again. She and Lydia were giving STAFF the best gift a woman could give a man. It was wrong on so many levels. But considering the circumstances, and their definite need, it was mandatory. “Now boys, we expect you to keep our little secret. If you do, this won’t be the last time. Who knows, this could become an employee benefit.”

That was enough to make the security guard in Lydia’s mouth come. The sexy nineteen year old gobbled it down hungrily.

“Go back to work,” Brenda said, taking her naked ward by the hand and heading back upstairs. Once they were alone on the backstairs. “We’ve got to get in costume, and find those Goddess-forsaken pimps, and get a REAL antidote.”

“How long do you think it will last?” Lydia said.

“What do you mean?”

“The cum we just ate took away most of the pain,” she said. “How long before the pain returns? A day? Four hours like with pain medicine. Or less?”

“Great Liberty, I didn’t think about that,” Brenda said.

Even though they were both gorgeous, it would be difficult to find a different man every four hours to suck off. They would be constantly on the prowl for their next “dose” of semen. If a dose of semen lasted less than four hours, like maybe an hour, Brenda couldn’t see any way to find that many willing men. Except one.

“They may be right, Brenda,” Lydia said. “We might not have any choice but become hookers to get our semen.” Her delicate hand cupped her pubic mound. “I am so HORNY it hurts.”

“Me, too,” Brenda said. Once the pain faded, her ardor rose up and claimed her body. She so wanted to get properly fucked. Of course, her “curse” meant that her body’s aching need was pretty much a daily occurrence. “Be strong, my sexy protégé. Be strong.”

“Easier said than done,” Lydia muttered.

Minutes later, they were inside their secret chambers behind their sprawling bedrooms.

“I am Ms Americana!” Brenda declared arrogantly. A flash of light consumed her shapely body, and when it faded she stood in her Ms Americana costume: Golden tiara, a star-spangled blue mask, the legendary red, white and blue strapless bikini costume, with red stiletto boots, matching gloves and a blue choker. A golden power belt encircled her narrow waist.

“I am Flag Girl!” Lydia cried. Another flash of light consumed the sexy teenager. When the light faded, she stood in an arrogant super heroine pose, wearing her well-known red, white and blue costume: star-spangled top with a large round cutout over her deep cleavage, vertically stripped short-shorts, blue gloves and red stiletto boots.

An hour later the sexy super heroines were standing on the corner of Anita and Cummins, deep in the heart of Delta City’s notorious Sugar Town red light district. The streets of that infamous district were as close to deserted as they ever were. A few of the more desperate crack whore were out, but few others. Morning in Sugar Town was when they slept.

“I have a list of possible residences for JJ Rod and Mr. Cocks,” Ms Americana said. “I don’t feel like waiting until they return to the scene of the crime tonight.”

“Me either, Ms Americana,” Flag Girl said. “I didn’t enough cum to completely take away the pain, and it’s starting to grow again.”

Ms Americana nodded. Her pain was slowly rising, too. At its rate of increase, though, it would be a few hours before she needed another “dose” of cum, so it was looking like they would need to eat cum about every four hours or so. Five times a day. They might have to start taking lovers to bed at night, for that midnight dose, and first thing in the morning dose.

The seven addresses Ms Americana got off the Americana Computer before they left were mostly in or around Sugar Town. Only one was further away, and she ruled that out because she knew those highrise condos burnt down six months ago.

Of the six remaining addresses, four were for JJ Rod, and two for Mr. Cocks. They checked the Mr. Cocks addresses first. Nothing. Both apartments were empty and available to rent. The four JJ Rod addresses showed no love either. One was empty. One was occupied by seven of his hookers and their arrival incited a forty-five minute brouhaha that resulted in the police being called in to haul away the seven sullen, battered hookers and fourteen other residents who helped them against the sexy super heroines. The last two apartments had furnishings, but no one was home.

“Great Liberty, this is proving harder than I thought,” Ms Americana growled in frustration. It had taken three and a half hours to find all of the apartments, and conduct the protracted fight. They were both hurting badly. “It sickens me to admit it, but I need a dose of cum. The pain is too much.”

“Me, too, Ms A,” Flag Girl said, leaning against a wall and hugging herself. “For the last half hour or so the pain has been intensifying a lot faster.”

“Yes. A LOT faster,” Ms Americana said, gritting her teeth. “Even with my power belt on, it is unbearable. Oh Goddess, I’m going to beat those sleazy pimps to a pulp for forcing us to lower ourselves like this.” Ms Americana groaned, also starting to hug herself. So much pain. “Come along, Flag Girl. It’s afternoon, so a lot more unsavory men about. It shouldn’t be too hard to find someone interested in getting a free blowjob.”

“Not in this part of town,” Flag Girl said.

They were deep in a dark alley, so headed for the nearest street. But halfway to the street they found what they were looking for. Well, not exactly what they were looking for, but they would do.

“Homeless men, Ms A?” Flag Girl said, face screwed up in distaste. “But they don’t bathe. Eww.”

There were four homeless men. All African American. All middle-aged or older. They were sleeping in line. Two each, since it took two men that morning to ease their pain to manageable levels.

“But homeless men don’t talk. At least no one really pays attention to them when they do,” Ms Americana said. “So our secrets will be safe. Sucking off homeless men is the best way to keep our embarrassing condition secret.”

“So, how do we do this?” Flag Girl said, her curvaceous teenage body already beginning to tingle, pussy juices flowing, nipples erect and hard. Even her breathing was becoming labored. “Do we just take off our tops and shake our ta-tas at them?”

“Well, knowing the men of this city, that would pretty much do it,” Ms Americana said. “But I was thinking a more subtle approach. Just go up, unzip a couple of them, and start sucking. They’ll wake up happy, if you know what I mean.”

Ms Americana went to one end of that line of homeless men, and Flag Girl went to the other. They knelt, and gently unzipped the first couple of sleepers. That overripe stench of unwashed man-parts assaulted the sexy super heroines, giving them reason to reconsider. But the pain was just too great.

“The only thing worse that the stench of their unwashed bodies, Ms A, is how they reek of cheap booze,” Flag Girl said, beginning to stroke her man’s flaccid cock. It was rock hard after only four strokes. “One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go.” Flag Girl lowered her face into his lap, and swallowed his big black cock. “Mmmmmm.”

His eyes popped open before her glossy red lips were halfway down his shaft. “Oh my God….ooooooh.”

Ms Americana looked down at her dick in hand. After a dozen strokes, it was still soft. He made a sniffing noise, and opened his eyes. They locked eyes for a second, then he looked down at her red gloved hand around his shaft. Still no rise. Ms Americana rolled her baby blues, reached between her 38Gs and unfastened her top. As it fell away, her giant jugs jostled before his wide, round eyes.

“That worked,” Ms Americana said, grinning knowingly. In three seconds flat he was rock hard. She looked the homeless man in the eyes. He looked to be the oldest of the four, probably well into his seventies. “Enjoy, Grandpa.”

The Queen of Justice wrapped her full red lips around his dick head, and gave him the most intense head she could. He gasped and jumped under her. Then he lashed out and hit the man sleeping next to him.

“Moses. Moses, am I dreaming?” he said. “Is there a big-titted white woman sucking my pecker?”

Moses opened his eyes, groaned low and sat up. He froze when he spotted a big-titted, raven-haired beauty kneeling beside his friend. She was stroking his cock, and giving head at the same time. Her big tits were jostling sexily with her intimate activities.

“Great Ceasar’s Ghost! It ain’t no dream, Homer. You got Mrs. Americana sucking your pecker, man,” he said. Then he looked at Flag Girl, her golden blonde pigtails bouncing as she bobbed up and a long, black cock. “And Flag Gal is sucking Jimmy.”

“Don’t talk, just enjoy,” Ms Americana said, then sucked his entire cock into her mouth. “Mmmm. Hmmmm.”

“Oooooh, yes!” Homer groaned out, hips rising off the ground to meet her heavenly mouth. “It’s been so long….oooooh.”

“Mmmmm,” she groaned. Slurp. Gulp. Slurp. “Mmmmmm.”

“Ngh. Mmmm,” Flag Girl said. Smack. Slurp. “Hgh. Ngh. Uummmm. Ms A, I swear I enjoy this too much.”

Ms Americana pulled off Homer’s cock, looked at her pretty protégé, smacked her lips, and then licked them. “Be strong, Flag Girl. This is the only way.” She started gently caressing and squeezing Homer’s balls, as she licked his thick black shaft from base to head, and all around, before gobbling it down again. “Mmmmmmmm…mmmm….mmmmm.”

“Oh shit!” Homer cried, and emptied himself inside Ms Americana’s eager mouth.

Ssssslurp! Gulp. Gulp. “Hmmmm.” Slurp. “Ngh.” SLURP! “Good man. That was a LOT of cum.”

“My turn,” Moses said, standing up and moving beside the sexy super heroine. He unzipped and pulled out a monster cock. Biggest cock Ms Americana had ever seen. It kind of scared her, too. “This is the reason I moved to Sugar Town. Super heroine sex. I’ve been here five years, and this is the second time you sucked me off. I got to fuck you in the pussy and ass, too, last time. Can we do that again today?”

“You’ve had sex with me before?” He nodded. “What about Flag Girl?”

“Not her,” he said, sounding a little sad. Then he brightened up. “But I did fuck Spectre Girl two months ago. Homer got Green Spectre’s tight ass, too. I’ve also nailed Lady Midnight, Got Gal and that sexy little Asian heroine. What’s her name? Azure Girl?”

“Azure Angel,” Ms Americana said, face screwed up in distaste. Homeless men were moving to the alleys of Sugar Town just to fuck super heroines. And they were being successful. How disgusting, and disturbing. But she had a bigger problem. Homer’s load was pretty big, but not nearly enough to squelch her burning pain. “Guess you’re getting lucky with a sexy super heroine again, Moses.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, his foot long cock now hard and thick.

“That thing is almost too big to fit in my mouth,” Ms Americana said. She knelt before him, stroking his giant cock. “Oh, I remember you.”

The vivacious Queen of Justice started stroking his enormous cock with one red-gloved hand, using the other to fondling his balls. She wanted him primed, ready to go. That cock was too big to stretch her mouth around for long. As she recalled, the last time she sucked him off it left her jaw aching for three hours.

“Mmmm,” Ms Americana groaned, rolling her hot, wet tongue around his skanky dick head. It stank worse that Homer’s. With lots of “dick cheese” due to his unsanitary habits. “So disgusting. Agh. I may be sick.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Moses said.

She had a brief second of panic. Ms Americana was still hurting, and needed his cum in a bad way. She didn’t dare take on the two pimps in her current condition.

“Pillow talk, my really Big Daddy,” Ms Americana said, and sucked in his dick head and began giving intense head before he could change his mind and deny her.

“Oh JESUS,” Moses cried. He buried his fingers in her soft hair and savored that moment of sexual bliss as she treated his cock head as a good girl should. “This white girl knows what to do.”

Ms Americana gave intense head for a full minute, then began bobbing up and down his way too long, thick black shaft. She could see Flag Girl out of the corner of her eyes doing the same to her second man. Like herself, her sexy protégé seemed to be enjoying it way too much.

“Yes she does,” Homer said, scooting close and starting to fondle her jostling tits. “Best tits I ever felt up, too. So big and FIRM. Look at them melons, man.”

The sexy super heroine groaned wantonly. The ancient beggar knew how to treat a set of tits right. His touch was firm, yet gentle. He was starting to push all of her most scary buttons. She writhed sexily as he leaned over her while she sucked his friend dick. Her body was energized, hot and sweaty. Ms Americana began panting through her nose, feeling her cunt getting hotter, wetter and extremely achy with need.

<I have to finish this fast, or I’ll end up getting passed around this alley for the next five hours,> Ms Americana thought, her mind starting to spin in a sweet way. Indeed, the idea of getting passed around for hours and hours tripped a deep-seated trigger that really amped up her libido. <Goddess, help me be strong.>

“Glug. Ngh,” Flag Girl said, finishing up with her second man. “I’m done, Ms A. Can we go now. They won’t stop touching me.”

“MMmm. Just a sec, Flag Girl,” Ms Americana said. Sssslurp. “He’s almost there. Hhmmm. Come for me, Big Daddy. Balloon my cheeks like you did so well last time.”

“Oh yes. Oh yes,” Moses cried. “You gots talent! You are the …ugh…BEST!”

Ms Americana’s cheeks ballooned, and creamy white cum squirted out at the corners of her mouth. Moses had the most cum she ever saw. It took all she had to swallow it all in four gulps, and then she had to scoop off what leaked out and slathered her chin and heaving tits, and stuff that into her eager mouth.

“Wow,” Ms Americana gasped. “That was a lot of cum. You are the man, Moses.”

“I’m your Big Daddy,” he said, grinning with a look of pure bliss on his aged face.

“Yes you are,” she said. His load was more than a double dose, so she wanted to keep him as a friend. Just in case she needed his “services” again. “See you later, boys.”

Ms Americana wiggled and twisted out of Homer’s grasp. He laughed, but she could tell he wasn’t pleased. He wanted more time to enjoy her curvaceous body, and she oddly enough wanted to give him that time. But it wasn’t to be. She had an important mission to complete. Failure meant abject slavery to the penis, and working as the lowest form of women’s life imaginable – as a whore. That prospect scared her more than her body needed sex.

“That was embarrassing,” Flag Girl said, still licking and smacking her lips as they walked down the alley. “Goddess help me, but I do love the taste of cum. Is that part of the Curse of Aphrodite?”

“Must be, because I like the taste way too much, too. Every super heroine I discussed it with loves it, too,” Ms Americana said. “So embarrassing, and disgusting.”

“Hmmm, yes,” Flag Girl said, not sounding convinced.

“Be strong, my friend,” Ms Americana said, sucking in a deep breath in a vain attempt to quell the deep, dark yearnings driving her mad.

Heart racing, she focused on their goal. Failure was not an option. She understood now that neither of them could endure long like that. They either got the antidote, the REAL and permanent antidote, or they had to become hookers.

Unfortunately for the sexy super heroines, midday was not the best time to find a pimp. What they found was a series of petty crimes they felt compelled to thwart. So most of the afternoon was spent waiting for the police to arrive and pick up the muggers and robbers, and one bail jumper, they caught. The worse part, after about two hours both shapely women were starting to need another dose. The pain seemed to be coming back faster, and more intensely. But as soon as the police left one crime scene with the perps, they went looking for a couple of “donors” and would come across another crime in progress.

“Holy Moly, Ms Americana,” Flag Girl groaned out as they watched the squad car departing with two muggers in back. “It’s been like eight hours since our last dose of cum. My hands are shaking from the pain. I need some cum badly.”

“I agree. No more crime-fighting until after we are ‘medicated,’” Ms Americana said, both red-gloved hands stroking her aching belly. Her body hurt all over, but it seemed most intense in her belly. “After our little display here it might prove difficult to find any willing men.”

“Homeless men,” Flag Girl said. “They never run from us. And apparently they stay in Sugar Town specifically for the chance to nail a super heroine.”

“You hearing that, cuz?” JJ Rod sneered from behind the sexy duo.

The two gorgeous super heroines in red, white and blue looked at each other, then looked over their shoulders to find the men they had been searching for all day. JJ Rod and Mr. Cocks stood just three feet behind them. JJ Rod was pimped out in a flashy red suit, matching fedora and carrying a golden, bejeweled pimp cup. Mr. Cocks was in a white suit, with a mink coat over that (despite the heat) and carrying a bejeweled cane like a swagger stick.

“Hell yeah,” Mr. Cocks said, sounding amused. He reached out with the end of his cane, and lifted Ms Americana’s chin. She didn’t resist; just glared daggers at him. “Our poison got these two super bitches in a bad way.”

Finally, Ms Americana slapped the cane away and they turned to face the hated pimps. They struck arrogance super heroine stances as they sucked it up, and tried to suppress the intense pain radiating throughout their spectacular bodies. A pain so intense it sucked the strength right out of their bodies.

“Imagine, Ms Americana and Flag Girl cruising the back alleys of Sugar Town for homeless me to suck off,” JJ Rod said, and laughed. “How the mighty have fallen.”

“Yeah, fallen on their KNEES to suck off men,” Mr. Cocks said.

“Speaking of which,” JJ Rod said, and unzipped. He pulled out his huge cock, causing both super heroines to gasp. “Drop and suck, Ms Americana. I am your salvation. I am your only hope. I am your PIMP.”

“You take care of me, Flag Girl,” Mr. Cocks said, pulling his cock out.

“We are stronger than you think,” Ms Americana said through clenched teeth.

“Really? You’re trembling,” JJ Rod said. “And sweating buckets. I’m not complaining, mind you. I think your body is rocking all shiny like that. Makes me horny, so start sucking.”

“I’d rather suck off a hundred homeless men,” Ms Americana sneered.

“We have a plan for you,” Mr. Cocks said, with a calculating glint in his dark eyes. “We’ll ensure you get more than enough cum to keep ALL of the pain away, and allow you to live relatively pleasant lives.”

Both of the vigilante vixens bit their lower lips, their minds already going where they dared not allow their bodies to go. The combination of supernaturally horny bodies and a need to stop the intense pain was almost too much. Fortunately they still possessed a bit of pride and self-esteem, and that was the only thing keeping them off their knees. That, and a powerful hate aimed at the pimps that hurt them so terribly.

“That’s right,” JJ Rod said. “You get to be even more hot and sexy, and get lots of ‘antidote’ to boot. It don’t get no better than that.”

“Why don’t you tell us what we have to do to get the REAL antidote,” Ms Americana said. She was trying so hard to be strong. Flag Girl was starting to crumble, and she prayed the two pimps didn’t realize it. If either one of them submitted at that point, they were both lost. Ms Americana would drop to her knees too, if Flag Girl did. It was humiliating to admit to herself, but she wasn’t strong enough at that point to stand alone. Almost as humiliating was her mind and body’s willingness to accept abject debauchery as a streetwalking hooker to get relief. “I’ll do almost anything to get the permanent antidote.”

By “almost anything” she hoped to pique their interest enough to entertain the notion of giving them the real antidote. That “almost anything” did not include prostitution, but if they thought it did, so much the better.

JJ Rod shrugged. “Cum.”

“There is no other antidote, Ms Americana. That’s the beauty of it,” Mr. Cocks said, grinning lecherously at her 38Gs. “Once poisoned, you have no choice but to spend the rest of your life sucking cock.”

That revelation stuck the sexy duo a devastating blow. They were not prepared for that answer. All of their hopes were pinned to forcing the pimps to reveal the permanent antidote. If there wasn’t one, then ….

“Great Liberty!” Ms Americana cried, both red-gloved hands clutching at her enormous bosom. Suddenly, the pain spiked deep in her belly, forcing her to double up. “Aaagghhh. Goddess, why! Submitting to PIMPS is incomprehensible.”

“Ms A, what are we going to do?” Flag Girl gasped out, a single tear rolling down her right cheek.

“Take off your top,” Mr. Cocks said.

“What?” she said, as both she and Ms Americana gawked at him.

“You asked what to do, and I told you,” Mr. Cocks said. “Take off your top. Now.”

The patriotically themed super heroines looked at each other with wild eyes. Intense pain consumed their bodies, paired with achy sexual needs. Their hearts were racing, breathing coming in pants. Ms Americana looked around at all of the eager-eyed street people. It was all too much, and it was so hard to think rationally with so much pain and need ravishing her spectacular body and vulnerable mind.

“Forgive me, Ms A, I am not strong enough,” Flag Girl said, reached behind her and unzipped her top. A second later she dropped it at Mr. Cocks’ feet and knelt before him. “I am yours, Mr. Cocks. Please help me.”

Ms Americana watched with morbid fascination as Flag Girl’s blue-gloved hand wrapped around the base of his long, thick black cock, and guided it straight to her glossy red lips. She gasped as that cock started to slowly slide into her sexy protégé’s eager mouth.

“Great Liberty, I’m going down without a fight,” Ms Americana cried, as she unfastened her top and dropped it at JJ Rod’s feet. She locked eyes with the hated pimp as she fell to her knees before him. The sexy super heroine wrapped her hand around the base of his erect cock and said, “It hurts me to say it, but you win. I am yours to command. Please, help me. I hurt so much. So much.”

The gathered crowd cheered when her full red lips wrapped around his cock and she started bobbing her head. Her faced flushed deep red, but the vivacious vigilante continued giving the best BJ she could, desperate to get his cum as fast as possible.

The act of emotional and physical submission pushed Ms Americana to the brink of orgasm. It was much more profound than she anticipated, leaving her gasping and panting as she desperately sucked JJ Rod’s big black cock. But she never missed a beat, sucking, giving head, licking and sucking on his nuts. The Queen of Justice did every trick she knew to get him off, but both pimps lasted a good ten minutes before surrendering their seed.

“Mmmmm,” Ms Americana groaned, rejoicing as he finally filled her mouth to the max with hot cum. Glub. Slurp. Gulp…gulp. Sssllurp. Gulp. SLURP! “Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Good. So good.”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhh,” Flag Girl cried, climaxing as she sucked down all the pain-relieving cum from Mr. Cocks. Slurp. Gulp. Gulp. GULP. Ssssslurrrp. “Mmmm, good stuff. You are so good to me. Mmmmm.”

JJ Rod pulled Ms Americana to her feet. She swooned a moment, but he steadied her.

“Bend over, Ms Americana. Hands on the car,” he commanded.

The spectacularly curved super heroine obeyed, mind still whirling, still smacking her lips. JJ Rod pulled her red, white and blue thongs down, with her bent over, knees locked straight, body parallel to the ground and arms extended to place hands on the fender of a car. He guided his still hard cock into her dripping wet cunt, and grabbed her well rounded hips.

“Oooooooooooh,” Ms Americana said, feeling his massive cock sliding into her body. She always enjoyed that initial penetration way too much for her own good. She still fought the good fight against the climax that threatened to hammer home that final nail in her super heroine career’s coffin. But as her pimp started pounding her pussy, as she heard and felt his hips slapping wetly against her sweet round ass cheeks, she felt her strength waver, start to slip away. “Great Liberty, I am not strong enough…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhh! My Goddess, I have fallen! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh! Oh, I am TAMED!”

A moment later, Mr. Cocks placed Flag Girl on the hood of the car before Ms Americana. On her back, missing her red and white striped short-shorts, the sexy nineteen year old sidekick spread her red booted legs wide and eagerly welcomed the big pimp into her cunt and into her arms with a joyous look on her beautiful masked face.

“I…still….hurt….,” Ms Americana grunted out in sync with JJ Rod’s powerful thrusts. “Please…more….cum….oooooooh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Who’s your daddy?” JJ Rod demanded.

“You’re my daddy, JJ,” she whispered.

“Who’s the ho?”

“I’m the ho. I’m your hooker,” Ms Americana said. She swallowed a lump in her throat. “You own me now.”

“You’re my slave girl.”

“I am your slave girl.”

“Fucking A, Ms A,” he said as he pulled out and pulled her upright by her long, silky black hair. With her back pressed against him, he twisted her face around and kissed her long and hard as his free hand fondled her titanic tits. After another ten minutes of deep tongue kisses and heavy petting, he pushed her to the ground. “Get to work, Ms Americana. Who is first to receive an Americana BJ?”

“Me!” a hefty middle-management type john said, rushing forward with cash in hand. “How much?”

“One hundred dollars, my man,” JJ Rod said, grinning as the john eagerly forked over the cash. “Paid in full, Ms A. Take care of our friend.”

“Anything you say, JJ,” Ms Americana said. She unzipped the john, and pulled out his cock. “Just relax, baby. Americana will take good care of you.”

Her face was deep red again. The things she had to do to get relief. JJ Rod’s cum went a long way to killing the pain, but it was far from enough. She was in too bad of shape. It would take many “doses” to relieve her.

Flag Girl knelt beside her as another john came up to receive her BJ. He was a notorious drug pusher they had busted a dozen times. The sexy sidekick opened wide and sucked him down without hesitation or a second thought, though Ms Americana noted her face was just as red as her own. Relief from the pain and desperation brought back their super heroine pride, and thus brought them utter humiliation.

Soon all that was heard was soft grunts and groans, gasps and gulps, lots and lots of slurping, and it was all punctuated by the defeated super heroines’ loud panting. Their victorious pimps stood behind them, accepting the money and supervising their debasement for the next hour.

“Enough of the BJs only action,” JJ Rod said. “Girls, start strutting your stuff. We’ve already rented you each a room at the Sugar Town Hotel.”

“Yeah, get your sweet round white butts to work,” Mr. Cocks commanded.

“Okay,” Flag Girl said submissively. “Anything you say.”

To her chagrin, Ms Americana was looking forward to the “real” work of hookers. Getting her sexy snatch fucked. BJs didn’t really trip her trigger, and but they did make her super horny. She was aching for a sound fucking. Really, it was the dominate thought in her mind. Though, she was surprised one of her pimps wasn’t going to take her away and do that sound fucking himself. If she was honest, she’d admit to being a bit disappointed, too. Instinctively, she wanted to give herself to the man that so thoroughly dominated and defeated her. Instead, she picked a rotund Hispanic man with eager eyes to be her first john.

“You want a date with the great Ms Americana, baby?” she cooed, pressing up close and wheedling him.

“How much?”

“One hundred dollars, and a bargain at that price,” she said. “I am the Queen of Justice, after all.”

He agreed, and she took him by the hand and headed for the Sugar Town Hotel. It was a notorious hooker hotel. Indeed, it was the original one. The entire Sugar Town red light district was named after it, not the other way around. It was owned and operated by Old Bill Munroe, a sugar town legend.

Ms Americana was too familiar with that hooker hotel. It squatted on the corner of Anita and Cummins, six stories in a red brick structure. There were ten rooms on the first floor, and twenty on each of the five floors above. Old Bill recently opened an S&M sex club in the basement.

“Perfect,” Ms Americana said as she stepped inside, and spotted Old Bill manning the desk. He looked startled, until he realized she was leading in a paying customer. “I am so lucky sometimes.”

Old Bill’s face lit up. “Ms Americana! You’re a whore again!”

“Again?” her john said.

“Long story, baby,” she said, stroking his arm as she led him to the desk. “You’ll have to pay for a room.” Then she turned to Old Bill, hating his leering eyes on her tits, “JJ Rod and Mr. Cocks have already reserved a pair of rooms for myself and Flag Girl.”

“Really? They reserved rooms, but didn’t say who would use them,” he said. “Man, what a pleasant surprise.”

“I’m sure. The keys please?”

The john paid for the room, as each of her customers would that evening, and Old Bill gave her a key. It was on the first floor, so she led the john down the hall to Room 5. It was a narrow room, with unpolished tile floor, a narrow bed that reeked of sweat and stale sex, a truly nasty looking toilet and an equally unsanitary looking sink. The lone straightback chair was barely held together with glue and nails.

The Hispanic man grabbed Ms Americana the second she closed the door. She barely turned her face away before he kissed her, so he kissed her cheek and then stuck his tongue in her ear. She squeaked and squealed, as pleasure rolled through her spectacular body. Squirming, she tried unsuccessfully to push him away.

“Money first,” she said with a strained voice. She so hated being weak, being DEPOWERED.

“Only the lowest, sleaziest whores ask for the money first.”

Ms Americana leveled scathing baby blues on him. “One hundred up front, or five hundred afterwards. You choose. My pimp will BEAT it out of you, too, so don’t think you can get away without paying, Amigo,” she sneered.

“Fine,” he said, dark eyes flashing as he pressed a one hundred dollar bill in her red-gloved hand. He grabbed a fistful of silky hair, and turned her face to him. “Now, let’s have a taste.”

“Hookers don’t kiss, you moron,” she said, eyes wide as he continued to lean toward her face. “I don’t want to do thi…..Mmmmmmmm.”

It was hard to deny a man anything when she was naked and helpless. Not to mention horny as hell. His free hand fondled her tits, sending waves of pleasure sweeping through her body, until he slid his hand down across her belly, and plunged into her pussy.

“Mmmmmmm,” Ms Americana groaned as he curled a finger up inside her, hitting her G-Spot immediately. Her back arched and she felt a climax starting to build as liquid heat burned away all of her inhibitions. “Hmmmmmm. Uuuggggghhhh.”

As the rotund Hispanic man manipulated the sexy super heroine’s body expertly, he moved her slowly to the bed. Her mind was blank, no thoughts at all except enjoying what he was doing to her. She did nothing to fight off the climax, and since she was already so horny from all of her time sucking dick on the street, the orgasm quickly exploded.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Yes,” he said, dropping her upon the bed. As she lay sprawled, panting furiously, he quickly disrobed and climbed on top of the sweaty, breathless super babe. “What a deal. One hundred dollars to fulfill all of my fantasies about you, Ms Americana. Like, who is hiding behind that mask.”

“Huh? What?” she said, her discombobulated mind realizing there was a new danger. Unmasking! She felt his chubby hand on her face, clawing at her mask. “No! No one is allowed to remove my…,” the mask peeled off. “Aaaaaaaaaggggggghhh. You fool!”

“Brenda Wade? Really? Ha! I work for you, bitch,” he said, and laughed. Then he pushed her legs wide, and mounted the stunned super heroine. “I didn’t get the raise I wanted this year, but I think you’ll like THIS ONE.”

“Ugh. Oooooooh,” Ms Americana groaned as he pushed a fat cock deep inside her snatch. Another climax started to build, even before he started pumping in and out. Her long, shapely legs wrapped around his waist, and she clutched at his shoulders. “Great Liberty, it just keeps getting worse and worse….Oooooh…aaaahhhhh. So big. Oh. Oh. Oh no, I am going to – AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Oh Goddess, so good. Aaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!”

He buried his face in her jostling tits, and started motorboating her as he fucked her pussy hard and fast. The wet slapping sound battled with the creaking bed as he humped Ms Americana with all he had. When he stopped motorboating her tits, and sucked hard on a rock hard, sensitive nipple, she climaxed again.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Oh…my…GOD,” he groaned. “Youuuuuurrrr, pussy is trembling so hard….so good….Ohhhhh. YES!”

She felt him flood her cunt, and climaxed again, “Aaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhh!”

“Hell yeah. I’ll be a regular, Americana. Count on it,” he said, gasping and red-faced. “Whew. What a wild ride.”

Ms Americana lay there in a daze, her mind slowly settling down as he dismounted, and then wiped his dick clean on her firm white tits. He was completely dressed before she started regaining her senses. Her eyes opened to see her blue, star-spangled mask laying on the bed next to her head. She picked it up and pressed it to her face, scowling at him. He smirked back at her.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Ms Americana said. She reached up and touched the red star in her golden tiara, muttering the magic phrase Hexanna taught her. He stopped to watch, a confused look on his fat face. The star began to glow, and seconds later he was entranced. “Fool. Okay, mister. Goddess, I can’t believe I just fucked you and never got your name. Heck, I don’t want to know your name. Bastard. I am Ms Americana. No one else. You do not remember removing my mask. You don’t remember anything but fucking Ms Americana, nothing else.”

“I fucked Ms Americana,” he muttered, face slack.

“Who am I?”

“Ms Americana.”

“What is my secret identity?”

“I don’t know.”

“Of course you don’t. Pig,” she said, and removed her finger. The star stopped glowing and the john shook his head. “Thank you, amigo. Come back and see me sometime.”

“Oh, I will Ms Americana. That was the best sex ever!”

“Great,” she said, barely able to keep the look of disgust off her beautiful face.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl worked hard for the money. Or more correctly, fucked long and hard for the money. And they gave every cent to their pimps. Neither of them had to set foot on the street, since johns were waiting in the hooker hotel’s lobby for them. Their pimps held court in the lobby, and had johns waiting at all times. Until three in the morning, when they finally ran out of customers.

“Let’s go celebrate our new relationship,” Mr. Cocks said, taking Ms Americana by the hand and leading her to a waiting limo. JJ Rod led Flag Girl out to the limo, too. Both women knelt before the pimps as the limo pulled away. Ms Americana in front of Mr. Cocks, and Flag Girl before JJ Rod. “We own you.”

“You own us,” Ms Americana acknowledged. She didn’t like where this seemed to be heading, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. The sexy super heroine had “given” herself to them, and her sense of honor demanded she own up to that commitment. No matter how unsavory it was. She took a deep, trembling breath, and let it out slowly. “Soooo. Now what?”

“Take off your tops,” JJ Rod commanded.

They removed their red, white and blue tops without hesitation or any sign of modesty. The sexy duo looked at their masters with trembling bellies, and lumps in their throats as the pimps leaned forward and fondled them for several minutes.

“Take off your bottoms,” Mr. Cocks demanded.

They glanced nervously at each other, and then complied. It wasn’t easy removing the thong and short-shorts while kneeling, but they got them off. The pimps then curled talented fingers up into their cunts, and found those sweet spots immediately. In less than a minute both super heroines were climaxing over and over.

Finally removing their hands, the pimps leaned back and leered at their lovely ladies. They waited for them to recover and regain their senses. When the vigilante vixens again had wary looks, JJ Rod gave the most frightening command of all.

“Remove your masks.”

“Oh Goddess,” they said in unison, their trembling hands clutching at their throats protectively.

Ms Americana looked down at her body. All of her dangerous curves were shiny with sweat, her boobs jostling slightly as the limo crossed railroad tracks. Her bikini waxed pussy was dripping both sweat and cum, and ached with a deep, deep need.

She reached up to her mask. “I am truly tamed.” She slipped a thumb through each eyehole. “I’ve been captured before, and tamed, but never this thoroughly. And worse, if I escape you then I have to submit to someone, due to the poison.” She started to slowly pull off the mask. “I submitted to you. I gave myself to you, so you own me. I am yours.”

“I am yours,” Flag Girl whispered, pulling off her mask.

Ms Americana handed her mask to Mr. Cocks, and Flag Girl gave hers to JJ Rod. Then sat back on their legs and shook their hair back from their faces. The two pimps just smiled at them for several long minutes. Then Mr. Cocks picked up the phone to the driver.

“Take us to Wade Manor,” he said, and hung up.

Ms Americana crawled up onto Mr. Cocks’ lap, and impaled herself on his cock. Flag Girl groaned long and low as JJ Rod turned her around, and impaled the pigtailed blonde up the ass. They bounced up and down their pimps’ cocks as the limo took the long drive out to Wade Manor.

“It’s Brenda, open the gate,” Ms Americana called out the window when security wanted to know why the limo wanted access.

They were soon walking into the vast, marble entry foyer. “Where do you want to fuck us first? The Great Room? Or own beds?”

They were forced to lead them up to their bedrooms. Ms Americana was soon sprawled out on her own bed, with Mr. Cocks humping the shit out of her. After an hour, the pimps switched and it started again. The hapless heroines were fucked in every orifice of their luscious bodies by both pimps. Finally, they were forced to show the pimps their secret rooms behind their closets, and the Americana Cave deep below Wade Manor.

“It’s been fun, ladies,” JJ Rod said, pulling out a cotton cloth and a bottle of chloroform. “But we need to get some sleep, and we can’t trust you yet.”

For the first time ever, Ms Americana and Flag Girl just stood still and let someone chloroform them into la la land. The pimps removed the rest of their costumes, and then tied the limp, naked super heroines spread-eagle to the wall, and inserted vibrating dildos up their butt holes and cunts.

Ms Americana came awake shortly after the pimps left them in the dim light of the Americana Cave. She awoke to a massive climax, and afterwards saw Flag Girl climaxing next to her on the wall. And the vibrator climaxed her again. And again. And again.

“I can’t believe it all ended like this,” she gasped out, spotting both of their costumes and masks on a nearby table.

The vivacious vixens were left like that all day. Their pimps didn’t return until the next night.

“Mmm, mmm, look at them,” JJ Rod said.

Ms Americana was hanging limply in her bonds. Her head was rolled forward, with her long black hair curtaining her face. Her hair was soaked with sweat from her long ordeal. Flag Girl wasn’t in any better shape, but her pigtails kept her hair out of her face.

Mr. Cocks lifted Ms Americana’s face, smiling at how slack it was. Her baby blues were blank.

“I think they are ready to be filled with our deepest desires,” Mr. Cocks said. “Their simple minds are wiped clean, and they are primed for brainwashing.”

“Dibs on Brenda,” JJ Rod said. “I want to brainwash her into being the perfect sex slave hooker. When I’m finished with her, she’ll never ever even dream of being anything but our abject sex slave and ho.”

JJ Rod removed Brenda from her shackles, and carried the limp beauty to the elevator. His cousin followed with Lydia moaning softly in his arms. They carried the helpless heroines to their beds, and once again started fucking them royally.

Oddly enough, the sex energized them, and they were soon fucking back with equal enthusiasm. They considered themselves the luckiest pimps in the world.

“Oh Goddess, that was great, JJ,” Brenda gasped out as he pulled out and lay beside her.

“You are the best fuck I ever had,” JJ Rod said, realizing the sex was so hot that he forgot to start brainwashing her. No time like the present to start, and it was best to brainwash heroines as they climaxed, so…. “Sit on my dick and ride me, Brenda.”

“Okay,” she said, licking her full red lips. She rolled out of bed, and fetched a pair of red thigh boots. JJ Rod grinned as he watched her hold up one in both hands, the shiny red boot handing almost to the floor. “But you know, I had an epiphany last night while being vibrator fucked senseless.”

“Oh? Do tell,” he said, smiling lazily.

“I realized that you and Mr. Cocks each produce a lot of cum,” she said. “More than enough to keep me and Lydia out of pain.”

“So?”

She smiled wickedly at him. “So…why be your whores, when we can keep you prisoners to satisfy our needs?”

Realizing the danger, he started across the bed towards her. She smiled cruelly, and spun around as she swung that shiny red thigh boot. JJ Rod was smacked in the side of the head as he reached the edge of the bed. Brenda continued to whack him with the boot until he was unconscious. Then she hogtied and gagged him.

After sneaking up behind Mr. Cocks, and whacking him down with the same boot, she told Lydia of her plans. Lydia was still dazed from being fucked, and mostly brainwashed. But Brenda fetched her tiara, and used it to erase Lydia’s brainwashing.

Two weeks later, deep under Wade Manor in the Americana Cave…

“We’re to meet Green Spectre and Spectre Girl at midnight,” Ms Americana said as she strode out of the elevator and into the Americana Cave. Flag Girl walked next to her, her blonde pigtails bouncing sexily as she struggled to keep up with her mentor’s longer stride. “We don’t have much time.”

They turned right, and entered a secured area requiring a ret-scan from Ms Americana’s baby blues. The steel-gray door slid open a second later, amid a muted hydraulic hiss. The lights came on as they entered.

“Ah, time for our medications,” Ms Americana said, her full, glossy red lips curling into a smirk as she studied the two large African-American men inside the room.

JJ Rod and Mr. Cocks were strapped down to two gurneys, side-by-side. Clear plastic masks covered their mouths and noses, with tubes running from the masks to a wall unit that dispensed the perfect amount of sleeping drugs to keep them semi-conscious. Or more precisely, just barely conscious enough for their purposes. Both men were stripped naked.

“Check Mr. Cocks’ IV while I check on JJ Rod,” the sexy super heroine said.

Both pimps were on a pure IV diet now. It cut back on the need to defecate, and cut back some on their need to pee.

“Hey, sweetie, you have any brain-functions tonight?” Flag Girl said, nuzzling Mr. Cocks’ cheek. His eyes fluttered, but never completely opened. “A little, but not much. Maybe enough for you to enjoy yourself, though.” She noticed his IV bag was almost empty, so went ahead and changed it. Didn’t want her main medicine source to go hungry. It might reduce the amount of cum he was able to produce. “There you go, sweetie. Mmm, bet that tastes real good. Ha ha ha.”

Ms Americana just shook her head as she changed out JJ Rod’s IV nourishment. Was he starting to lose muscle mass? Maybe she needed to increase the amount. Naa, she decided, it was probably due to lack of exercise. His six-pack was already faded to nothing.

“We’re in a hurry, Mr. Big Dick,” the curvaceous super heroine whispered in his ear, and grinned when he managed to open his eye and look at her. “Good boy.” She wrapped a red gloved hand around his long, thick black shaft. “Give me a big dose of antidote, baby.”

He groaned low and long as she stroked him firmly. He was rock hard after just two strokes, and she didn’t waste anymore time. Ms Americana leaned over the notorious pimp, opened wide and started giving his cock intense head. She heard her sexy protégé moan, and cut her eyes up to see that familiar blonde head bobbing up and down a long, black cock.

“Hmmggghh,” Flag Girl grunted, her cheeks ballooned and cum squirting out the corner of her mouth.

Ms Americana had to suck and lick another three minutes before JJ Rod finally surrendered his much needed antidote/cum. He managed to balloon her cheeks nicely. After two weeks they’d pretty much figured out how often they could get a “full dosage” from them. Unfortunately, one of their dosages rarely lasted no more than three, four hours max. All too often the sexy super heroines had to find other sources to get them through the night. Worse, both Brenda Wade and Lydia Wills had begun to acquire reputations as “naughty girls.”

“Mmm. Good stuff,” Ms Americana whispered, smacking her lips. “See you boys in about four hours, just before we retire for the night.”

With that, the dynamic duo strode away with big satisfied smiles, and headed out to fight crime as the city’s most respected, virtuous crime-fighting team.

“As they pulled out of the Americana Tunnel, and got onto the side street that took them to the highway, Flag Girl said, “I have to say, Ms A. I like how this all turned out. I’m kind of hoping Professor Whirter doesn’t find a real, permanent antidote.”

“You’re a bad, bad girl,” Ms Americana said, grinning as she shook her head. Though she would never admit it, her mind was already wandering back to their next dosage session with the two pimps. Oh yeah. “Very bad indeed.”

THE END