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MS AMERICANA: BAIT

By Dark One

Brenda crossed her mile long legs, sheathed in black silk hose and ending in bright red stiletto pumps. Her "power suit" was also red -- mini skirt and jacket -- with a black silk, cleavage baring top underneath. Her glossy black hair was piled high atop her head, with a few artful wisps hanging down. She licked full, red, glossy lips nervously as she tapped long, red nails on the chair's arm.

"It'll be dangerous," Axanna Morgan said, frowning nervously. The wealthy newspaper publisher was wearing an all black business suit, with short skirt and black knee boots. "Too dangerous for the girls."

"What?" Lydia and Summer exclaimed immediately.

Brenda's baby blues narrowed at the two sexy blondes. Lydia was nineteen and Summer a year younger. Both were in college, and on the Dean's List despite spending most of their nights fighting crime instead of studying. Well, Brenda and Axanna both had "no super heroine until homework done" rules.

"Don't trivialize what we're contemplating," Brenda said. "IF one of us agrees to become the bait, then that woman will surely endure savage manhandling by the white slavers. She will undoubtedly be raped."

"We will not allow either of you to agree to that," Axanna said sternly. "You are young and vital, and we will not let them destroy that."

"But…but….," Lydia said, trying to find an argument. Being the bait was where all the glory would be. "It would be worse if Ms Americana or Green Spectre were captured and raped."

"We're big girls, so we can handle it," Brenda said, and shared a knowing look with Axanna. As long time super heroines, they had each had a few "set backs." "I think either Ms Americana or Green Spectre could handle the mistreatment well enough."

"Bad for your reputations, I mean."

"Ha! On the street they claim we were captured and raped dozens of times that aren't true. Nothing will change," Axanna said. "In fact, I am volunteering to be bait."

"Why you?" Brenda said. She didn't WANT to be bait, but now that Axanna had volunteered she felt cowardly. It had to be her, Ms Americana, that was the bait. "I'm the premier super heroine in Delta City. They've been recorded as stating their ultimate goal is to capture me. I'm the only super heroine they mentioned by name as wanting."

"So? They took Jungle Babe and Lady Midnight…Got Gal and Got Chic….and I suspect Champion Girl's disappearance is their fault, too," Axanna said, frowning. "They won't scoff at the chance to capture Green Spectre."

"No they won't, but you are so much better with…gadgets," Brenda said, shrugging with a smile. "After all, you and Spectre Girl were the first to carry GPS tracking on your persons, so if one of you was captured the other could more easily track you down and save you. Who better to hook ME up with a tracking device, and hunt me down quickly after I am captured and taken to their secret hideout?"

And they absolutely must find The Man's secret hideout. The white slaver known as The Man was renowned for his abilities to captured, enslave and TAME super heroines. He'd already in the past five years cleaned out London, Berlin, Rome and Tokyo of all of their super heroines. Now he'd come to America, and started his reign of terror in Delta City, with the proclaimed purpose of capturing the Queen of Justice herself.

"Oh. I didn't consider that," Axanna said, crestfallen.

Brenda smiled, but her heart rate ramped up. She'd just agreed to GIVE herself to horny white slavers. She was just a piece of meat now -- BAIT. And she had no doubt the white slavers would thoroughly debauch and degrade her before her super heroine comrades reached her. It was supremely hard to keep the look of distaste and revulsion off her beautiful face.

"Tonight," Brenda said, standing and smoothing out her clothes. "The faster we take The Man down, the faster we can rescue our fallen comrades."

# # #

Ms Americana bit her red, glossy lower lip nervously as she looked both ways in the dark alley. She was in a warehouse district on the "wrong side of town." A suspicious "tip" was left with one of her informants, saying that Got Gal would be sold to local mobsters at this location at midnight.

The Queen of Justice had come two hours early, just to be the first on the scene. She would love to rescue her friend and comrade before allowing herself to be captured, and there was even the chance of rescuing a super heroine AND capturing The Man. All by herself, and what glory would that be?! The idea appealed to her. Naturally.

But, of course, she suspected it was a ruse to lure her into The Man's trap.

When a full-sized van turned onto the street two blocks down, with its headlights off, she felt her heart began to hammer as her breath whooshed out of her lungs. She touched her golden tiara, which was always a comforting thing to do. The tiara reminded her that she was the Queen of Justice, Ms Americana. She was invincible and courageous. The mere sight of her struck terror into the hearts of her foes. She swallowed the lump in her throat and plumped up her 38Gs in the red, white and blue strapless top of her legendary costume.

"I wonder how long they'll let me keep this," she thought, knowing the top was always the first to go. Perverts. Next she tugged up on the sides of her bottoms, then tugged on both red gauntlet gloves. And then she caressed the gold star atop a red disk, attached to the front of her blue choker. It had been part of her costume from the beginning, but today it was different. Green Spectre replaced it with a GPS homing device. Her friends and comrades' link to her, and their guide into The Man's secret hideout after she was captured and taken there. "Ah, there is the other car. Almost time to get this party going."

If it wasn't a real drop off, then the white slavers were playing it perfectly. Ms Americana really thought she could rescue Got Gal. That would be perfect. She doubted The Man would be present. He was too wily for that. But the scantily clad vigilante had no problem with rescuing Got Gal that night, and allowing herself to be capture another.

As the two vehicles stopped before each other, and men got out to meet between them, in the headlights, Ms Americana took a deep steadying breath. Then she reminded herself she was the premier super heroine in Delta City for a reason, and charged out of the dark nook she was hiding in. She raced straight at those evil men, intent on causing them an enormous amount of pain before she let them have her, to return the favor undoubtedly.

"Ms Americana!" one of them cried, and they scattered.

Ms Americana stopped between the vehicles, surprised that they scattered like that. Surely if they wanted to capture her they would've stayed to fight. Maybe it really was a drop off of Got Gal. But then they crept back towards her, confident looking and carrying blackjacks and white cloths in resealable bags.

<Chloroform,> she thought, face screwed up. <I hate chloroform. But at least they are taking the BAIT -- Me.>

So that was how they intended to take her down. If she had to choose between being blackjacked or chloroformed into la-la land, she wanted to be chloroformed unconscious. Beaten down with blackjacks, fists and feet was less appealing. Even with her power belt, later, as Brenda, she'd have to deal with being battered like that.

"You boys are making a big mistake," Ms Americana said to keep up appearances. She assumed a classic super heroine pose before them, and lifted one raven brow haughtily. "I suggest you surrender now, and save yourselves a major butt kicking by me." They looked unswayed. "No takers on easy? I didn't think so."

There were only four men -- two from the van and two from the car. How did they expect to capture her? Everyone knew she was as strong as ten men. And she was super fast, with incredible endurance. Her super body could take a battering that would kill a normal woman. The fact that The Man just sent four men to capture her was insulting in the extreme, and she wasn't sure she would be able to allow herself to be so terribly disrespected.

"You made a big mistake coming here tonight, Ameri-jugs," one of them said. His voice was familiar. He moved into the light and she recognized him. "Surprise."

"The Bilbo Brothers!" she cried, shocked.

She never imagined The Man would hire Delta City's super powered street thugs. Bart was grinning at her on one side, with Biff on the other leering at her titanic tits. They were genetically enhanced men. Bart, the oldest, possessed super strength, though not quite as strong as Ms Americana. His brother, Biff, was lightning fast. Bart was clean cut and clean-shaven, with short brown hair and a thick, muscular body. Biff had long blonde hair, and neatly trimmed three day growth beard.

They had been working in Delta City almost as long as she had, and they'd had many encounters. None were satisfactory for either side. She never captured them, and they never captured her. But it was a close thing every time. Ms Americana was sure she was more than a match for either one of them, one-on-one, but they only fought together.

The Bilbo Brothers participation changed everything. Her comrades were not expecting The Man to have super-strength help. That would give him an advantage when they came to her rescue. On top of that, she hate, hate, hated even the idea of LETTING the Bilbo Brothers finally defeat and capture her. It would be just too humiliating to bear.

"You've made a serious error in judgment, boys," Ms Americana said. "You should never have thrown in your lot with The Man. Now I'm going to take you down, once and for all time."

"Really?" Biff said, grinning lecherously. "That's what Got Gal said."

"Yeah, just before we captured her," Bart said. "Beat her into submission, fucked her long and hard, and gave her and her sexy sidekick to The Man already tamed."

Ms Americana's baby blues flashed in fury. THEY were responsible for Got Gal and Got Chic being captured? Then they definitely had to go down that night, and go to jail. Her testimony of their confession would be enough to send them to prison for many years on kidnapping and rape charges.

Biff suddenly blurred before her eyes. He was that fast. She reacted immediately, knowing he was charging her. But she wasn't fast enough, and his fist slammed into the side of her jaw. The sexy super heroine was spun around by the powerful blow. Even though Biff didn't possess super strength, his fist was moving so fast it was the equivalent of a punch thrown by her.

"Uggh," she grunted, then found Bart before her. He grabbed her face with both hands, and HEADBUTTED her. "Uuughh!"

Ms Americana's golden tiara flew off, dented and misshapen, clattering on the cold concrete. She staggered back, shaking her head trying to clear it. Everything was spinning, tilting. But her belt was going into overdrive, and quickly healing her minor injuries.

"Oh, you miscreants! How dare you lay hands on Ms Americana!" she growled, taking a defensive stance. "You will know my wrath."

"I'd rather know your puss and tits," Biff said, and surged at her super fast. He grabbed her right wrist, and changed directions. Ms Americana was yanked off her feet and jerked forward violently. "Take that, Ms Pussy-n-boots!"

Ms Americana was slammed into the front of the van. She bounced off, staggering, and Bart spun her around and ran her into the car across. The statuesque super heroine was left sprawled atop the hood of that car, face down and moaning. Rising up to all fours, she again shook her head and scowled at the grinning brothers.

"Having fun, Ms Titty-ana?" Biff said, leering at her tits.

"Not as much fun as you'll have when I beat the bloody snot out of the two of you," she growled, and slid off the car.

The Queen of Justice was a little shaken, but no where near down. She'd been in worse condition while fighting the Bilbo Brothers and still prevailed. Or at least was able to fight them off and chase them away. She was still confident of victory.

"What about us?" another man said from her left rear.

Before she could turn around to face that threat, he brought a hard blackjack down across the back of her head. She grunted painfully, staggered forward a step and spun with a savage roundhouse. She caught the white slaver in the side of the head and completely flipped him over. He did not get up. His comrade charged in, also with a blackjack. She caught his wrist as it descended, twisted it behind his back and forced him to drop it. Then she threw him head first into the front of the van. He didn't get up either.

"So much for the riffraff," Ms Americana sneered, baby blues narrowed at the Bilbo Brothers.

"Did you know your titties bounce real pretty when you fight?" Biff said.

"Yeah?" she said, then charged them. "Watch them while I do this!"

Biff immediately darted to the side and safety. She didn't expect to catch him anyway. But Bart, despite being super strong, wasn't any faster than a normal man. But he surprised her by not even trying to dart away, but instead stepped into her attack and sent a brutal uppercut into her jaw.

"Ooofff," she grunted, staggering back in a daze. His punches hurt so much. Then she felt Biff zip up behind her and wrap his arms around her chest, pinning her arms to her side. "Hey!"

Ms Americana was too strong for him to hold her. So she spread her arms and grinned as his grip broke easily. But while she was distracted with Biff, Bart rushed up, reached around her and grabbed her power belt to either side of the fastener.

Everyone knew Ms Americana's power belt provided her with super strength, endurance, speed and other benefits. Most also knew it was extremely hard to remove unless she so willed it, or was otherwise de-powered or sufficiently distracted. Ms Americana was not de-powered or distracted, so she wasn't concerned when he seized her belt like that. She began to sneer at him as he strained with all of his strength to pull the fastener apart.

"You are so stupid and pathetic, Bart, that I….," Ms Americana said, then felt something unexpected. Shocking, really. Her power belt became unfastened, and he pulled it off her body. Her super strength and endurance flowed out of her shapely body immediately. "Great Liberty! I've been DE-POWERED!"

Frozen in place at experiencing the impossible, Ms Americana didn't react fast enough when Biff let go of her. A second later Biff pulled her arms behind her back and held on tightly. She screamed in rage and struggled, but without her power belt Biff was more than strong enough to hold her securely.

"You will not get away with this outrage! I am the premier super heroine in this city, and I demand you release me this instant," Ms Americana cried, struggling, boobs flopping, hair whipping. Then she saw Bart toss her belt aside and step up to her. She stopped struggling, panting, and glared at him through tousled black hair half covering her beautiful face. "What do you want?"

"You," Bart said, and ripped off her strapless, red, white and blue, star-spangled and striped top. He tossed that aside, too, and licked his lips hungrily as her 38Gs bounced and jiggled before his lusty eyes. She watched in wide-eyed, slack-jawed shock as her hated enemy reached out and cupped her sensitive titties. "Wow, they aren't implants. One hundred percent corn feed American super whore titties."

While Bart fulfilled his fantasy to feel up Ms Americana, Biff humiliated her further by EASILY holding her wrists together with one hand while snapping handcuffs on her with the other hand. That done, both brothers were free to molest her gorgeous body at will. Bart chose that moment to lean down and suck in a hypersensitive nipple.

"Yikes!" she cried, back arching as her head rolled back from the intense sensations flowing through her unprepared body. Biff took the opportunity to pull her bikini bottoms down mile long legs. On his knees behind her, he rubbed his face across her warm, silky soft butt cheeks as he reached around to her vulnerable bikini waxed twat. "Great Liberty! Don't do that! I'm Ms Ameri….ooooooh." He found her clit first thing, giving it some quick, firm strokes. "Ooooh….not good. Oh, Goddess…..Oooh!"

Biff's super speed included his fingers. He alternated between finger fucking her with two fingers and rubbing her engorged clitoris, with lightning fast strokes. It was worse and more devastating than a vibrator on high to the oversexed super heroine. Within seconds intense, erotic heat engulfed her treacherous body, melting her will power in that sexy liquid heat she'd never been able to suppress, or resist.

Suddenly, despite everything she had thrown into stopping it, a titanic climax burst from her dam of self-denial and engulfed her shapely body in intense liquid heat and profound pleasure.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, Great Liberty, I've been TAMED by the BILBO BROTHERS!" she cried.

Biff laughed, unzipped and stood up. She was bent over until her upper body was parallel to the ground, and he shoved his big, demanded cock up her sopping wet pussy. The erotic feeling was too much for the already climaxed and tamed super heroine, and another orgasm claimed her shapely body.

"Uuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhh," she groaned wantonly. Bart took advantage of those parted, shiny red lips and pushed his cock up against them. Ms Americana's eyes popped open as the cock was pressed hard to her full lips. She started to clamp her teeth shut, to deny him entry, but then Biff redoubled the rate of his strokes, and she gasped with hedonistic pleasure. A second later Bart pushed deep into her mouth, and Ms Americana started sucking without conscious thought. "Mmmmmm-uuuuggghhhh. Uuuummmmm."

"Wahoo! Look at this super slut suck!" Bart cried.

"Aahh!" Biff groaned. "Dude, you have GOT to feel how tight and great her pussy feels! I swear, it is trembling and quivering like a fucking vibrator around my cock."

"Like Got Chic's pussy?"

"Exactly, but Got Chic didn't do this until we got her into machine gun climaxes," Biff said. "Ameri-twat is starting right off doing it."

"Wahoo, after twelve years of trying, we finally defeated and captured Ms Americana!" Bart crowed as she pumped her mouth up and down his thick shaft with relish. "We defeated, fucked and TAMED the Queen of Justice."

"Hell, better, she fell even faster than Lady Midnight and Got Gal," Biff said. "The premier super heroine was the easiest to captured and tame."

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, the climaxes getting more powerful with each one.

"Don't worry, Ameri-whore, there are a lot more of those coming before we give you over to The Man," Biff said, patting her shapely rump as he hammered his cock in and out of her receptive body. "I suggest you relax and enjoy. We're going to be here a while."

"Uuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhmmmmm!" she cried around the cock, climaxing. Baby blues wide in shock and fear. She never expected her body to react so profoundly, and so quickly. And then another climax ripped through her statuesque body. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhh!"

Three hours later…

A delicate hand sheathed in a tight black glove reached down and picked up the golden tiara. Green Spectre grimaced at the dent in it. Why? Did she put up a fight? Well, of course, she would make it look good. Maybe she tried too hard.

"Well, as suspected, The Man has taken Ms Americana," Green Spectre said, grimacing. "He's taken Ms Americana, the bait."

"I'm sick," Spectre Girl said, picking up Ms Americana's discarded top and bottoms ten feet away. "This is so wrong."

"I don't understand," Flag Girl said, clutching Ms Americana's golden power belt to her bosom. "The belt can't be removed. How did they do it?"

Green Spectre looked down at her black booted feet. The wet spot said it all. Her sensitive nose could detect the rancid stench of sex, of male and female genital juices. The men that captured Ms Americana took the time to strip and fuck her for HOURS before taking her away. Once climaxed into submission anyone could remove the power belt. They obviously had done their homework, and knew what was necessary to capture and secure Delta City's premier super heroine.

The fact the men took so long before taking her away into sexual slavery spoke volumes. They had all waited patiently a mile away, waiting for Ms Americana's signal to start moving away before coming here. All that time they had understood, had known what was happening to their comrade, but couldn't make themselves say it. Their friend and comrade in crime-fighting was getting royally reamed by evil men. Something Ms Americana, and all of them, understood was a very real possibility. And that was the main reason neither of the sidekicks was allowed to be the bait.

Meanwhile, across town…

Ms Americana groaned. She couldn't speak, a brutal black ball-gag was holding her jaw open as wide as possible. She was miserable. Drool dribbled down her chin to drip onto her naked tits. The ball-gag was fastened at the end of a steel shaft, which in turn was fastened to a short steel pole bolted to the floor before her. The shaft and pole were adjustable, so that she was held up the full length on her knees. Kneeling before the pole and held in place by the ball-gag was torment enough, but they had upped the ante and the kink factor.

Ms Americana's red booted feet were pulled back and up, until her calves were pressed flat against her shapely thighs, and bound tightly there with crimson rope, five inch stiletto heels pointed at the ceiling behind her. Her wrists were bound likewise to the opposite arm's elbow. To finish their bondage fantasy out, the white slavers had locked her erect, hard pink nipples into viciously tight nipple clamps, with taut chains pulling her nipples hard and painfully and attached to the pole. Every movement, every BREATH sent intense pain through her nipples and through her body.

Biff was inserting a long, thick dildo up her poop chute, which was fastened to the floor and deep enough to keep her from moving her hips or lower body. While he was doing that, Bart was lashing a big vibrator to her, pressed firmly against her clit.

Ms Americana cut her eyes left and right, taking in all the disturbing pictures tacked to the wall. Pictures of Got Gal, unmasked and stripped, in the same bondage device being sodomized. Pictures of Lady Midnight and Jungle Babe bent over, wrists tied to ankles and legs held wide with a spreader bar, while white slavers fucked them front and back. Pictures of Got Chic sucking dick, eating Got Gal's pussy, of her bent over a chair and being sodomized. Half the pictures showed them in masks, and half unmasked.

All things considered, Ms Americana still felt hopeful for two reasons. First, she had not been unmasked. But even if they unmasked her, Green Spectre was bringing memory drugs they could use to wipe their knowledge of her identity. Second, she still wore her choker. Indeed, she still had her mask, choker, gloves and boots. As Bart said when someone suggested they strip her completely, she needed enough to show everyone she was a super heroine in trouble, and not just some dumb bimbo playing out a bondage fantasy.

Then an odd noise outside the door caught her attention. There is was again…the clatter and scrap of high heels. She would've smiled if it wasn't for the horrible ball-gag. Then Bart turned on the vibrator and she forgot all else.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Whoa, I knew she'd like that," Bart crowed joyfully. "Did you see that, Bro? Ameri-slut climaxed like one second after I turned on the vibrator."

"Yeah, Bro, Ms Tit-n-Ass has been transformed from a holier-than-thou bitch to a hornier-than-thou whore-slut." Biff said, laughing. "And she didn't take much encouraging to do it, either."

"Yeah, she's a natural born …..Hey!"

Three shapely super heroines burst into the room. They struck arrogant poses, with Green Spectre in the middle, Spectre Girl to her right and Flag Girl to her left. The men just stopped and gawked.

"Halt in the name of the law!" Green Spectre called.

"Holy dungeon of doom! Ms Americana!" Flag Girl cried.

"The Bilbo Brothers!" Spectre Girl cried.

Green Spectre scanned the room quickly with alert hazel eyes. The sprawling room was filled with bondage devices and what she could only term, bondage furniture. With some of them it was pretty easy to figure out how a woman would be tied up to it, in the most sexually vulnerable manner, and others just baffled her. But even more disturbing than the bondage furniture and paraphernalia were the blown up pictures, posters really, of all the super heroines they'd captured since their arrival in Delta City. The posters were of her friends and comrades being kinkily abused and used.

"Bart and his little pervert brother, Biff," Green Spectre sneered, locking her arrogant gaze upon the two career criminals. "Why am I not surprised to find you involved?"

Not surprised, but not pleased either. She'd only had two run-ins with the Bilbo Brothers. She barely managed to escape both times, but she'd also been beaten stupid, then fucked hard afterwards. Both times, to her shame, Green Spectre had been RESCUED in the nick of time by other super heroines -- once by Ms Americana and the other time by a super heroine group -- Lady Midnight, Jungle Babe, Power Lass and Azure Angel. Fortunately, both times were BEFORE Spectre Girl joined her.

In truth, she wouldn't have given herself and Spectre Girl much of a chance against them if not for Flag Girl, and her super powered body to counter their enhancements. Three against two seemed much better odds.

"Turn off the vibrator, miscreants," Flag Girl demanded, blue eyes smoldering, hands clenching over and over into fists.

Instead, the evil brothers used a remote control to INCREASE the power to the vibrator. Ms Americana's already tense, kinkily bound body trembled and tensed even more as a long, wanton groan rolled out of the Queen of Justice.

"Uuuuuuuuggggmmmmmmmmmgggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm."

"You're going to pay dearly for that outrage," Green Spectre cried, beautiful hazel eyes flashing.

With that, the three super heroines charged the Bilbo Brothers. Bart snapped the remote in half and tossed the pieces aside, just to spite them. The vibrator buzzed on, of course. Ms Americana had already passed into that final phase and was experiencing one long, endless climax. She was oblivious to the world now.

"So wrong," Biff laughed, eyes glinting evilly at the charging super heroines. "They didn't even demand we surrender first."

"Doesn't that break a super heroine rule or something?" Bart asked, and laughed as his brother surged away at lightning speed.

"Huh? Hey!" Spectre Girl cried, a little disoriented by Biff's special ability. Her outcry got his attention, so he zipped around behind the super heroines and up behind Spectre Girl. Half a second later and her top was ripped off. "What? Hey now! Not fair!"

"Whoa! Look at how Spectre Jugs is making a spectacle of herself," Bart crowed happily as the teenage vigilante's firm, perky tits dropped and bounced before his appreciative eyes. When the other two heroines turned to gawk in shock, Bart stepped up and blasted a punch into Flag Girl's rock hard belly. "Take that, Flag Bitch!"

"Ooff," Flag Girl said, staggering back and doubled over.

Seeing the attack out of the corner of her eye, Green Spectre turned with lightning speed and incredible instincts, and hammered a black gloved fist into the side of Bart's head. The genetically enhanced thug grunted and staggered back, so she followed up with a roundhouse to the chin that knocked him off his feet and left him sprawled on the floor groaning.

Biff cried out in rage, and she saw him surge into near invisibility as he charged her. Green Spectre really had no way to know from what direction he would attack her, so just let fly with a savage, round the world roundhouse. Her stiletto heeled foot met with Biff's face a second later, sending him reeling back across the room.

Both sidekicks were recovered and attacked their attackers. Flag Girl charged Bart and Spectre Girl went after Biff. Green Spectre struck a pose and watched at the two blonde beauties took out their rage on the hapless brothers. It had gone better than she anticipated, mostly due to the arrogance of the brothers after all of their success against super heroines in the past.

Suddenly men began charging through both doors into the room. The three sexily clad super heroines paused to gawk at the door, and all the new men joining the fray. Five men came in each door, and Green Spectre watched as their situation went from total domination and victory, to outnumbered more than three to one.

The statuesque super heroines didn't waste much time gawking and worrying. It wasn't in their nature. Super heroines were action oriented women, and jumped into action immediately. The two sidekicks were closer to the doors, so they met the men halfway. Flag Girl, with her super strength and speed, started battering the men away with ease, even smiling as she tore into them. Spectre Girl, relying more on technique and cleverness, was having more difficulty. So Green Spectre rushed to support her lovely daughter.

Green Spectre caught the wrist of a man about to sucker punch her daughter from the blonde's blind side. The sexy super heroine twisted the arm behind the thug's back, then tossed him head first into the wall. Another man charged her, and she lashed out with a booted foot. Kicking him in the chin, she stepped into his attack and punched him in the belly before sending a brutal knee up into his face as he doubled up.

"Hey! Oh! You…you!" Flag Girl cried. "You miserable dogs!"

Green Spectre turned to find Flag Girl standing in a circle of five angry, but pleased, thugs. Her red and white stripped skirt and thong panties had been ripped off her shapely body. Her face was beet red as her blue gloved hands were splayed protectively over her exposed blonde twat. As she watched, two men behind the sexy sidekick charged her. One grabbed her right pigtail, and the other went for the zipper of her blue, star-spangled top.

"Eeks!" Flag Girl cried, as she was unexpectedly jerked around by her pigtail. A second later, her top was pulled off her body. Green Spectre gasped as Flag Girl's large, perky tits flounced around, exposed. "Yikes! Stop that!"

Going after the man that took her top, Flag Girl didn't see the other goons charge her with blackjacks. Green Spectre started to call out a warning, but suddenly Biff was standing in front of her. She'd forgotten about the Bilbo Brothers, so gasped as her failure was realized. Her hesitation cost Flag Girl dearly, as she spotted over Biff's shoulder a goon blackjack the back of the beautiful blonde's head.

"Ugh," Flag Girl grunted, blue eyes crossing as her jaw dropped and body tensed.

"Let go," Spectre Girl squealed. "Aaaiiee!

Green Spectre's head whipped around to find Spectre Girl struggling between two white slavers, each holding an arm tightly. Her firm, white, girl globes were flouncing all about in her struggles. Another slaver was moving up with a chloroform pad ready to take her down for good.

"Uuggh," Flag Girl cried miserably amid the sound of repeated meaty THUNKS. She was on all fours and fading fast. "Ms Amer……oooh."

"Hhhmmmmmm," Spectre Girl groaned as a chloroform pad was pressed to her face. The shapely eighteen year old beauty struggled weakly, took a deep shuddering breath, and then began to slowly relax. 'Uuummmmmm."

"Problems, Green Cunt?" Bart said. Biff was on one side of her, Bart the other. The other ten white slavers were finishing up with the two sidekicks and starting to head her way, too. She watched as they finished stripping Spectre Girl and removed Flag Girl's power belt. "Yes, look at them. Nothing but cock candy now. Helpless and doomed to spend the rest of their lives in debauchery."

The white slavers were good. Within seconds of stripping the unconscious sidekicks, they had both young women hogtied and awaiting their depraved attentions.

"You monsters! You will not get away with this outrage," Green Spectre cried, hazel eyes flashing. She backhanded Bart, sending him reeling back. But her kick at Biff missed. He was too fast. "I will beat you all bloody for what you've done!"

A white slaver reached her, trying to batter her with a blackjack. She blocked him with her forearm, smashing his descending arm aside before hammering a knee into his side. Reaching to her utility belt, she pulled out and dropped a small smoke grenade.

POOF! HISSSSSSSS.

Green Spectre used the cover of the thick green smoke to toss five more smoke grenades around the room. Men cried out in surprise and fear. Some thought it was sleeping gas, and other feared tear gas. Fools. She wouldn't gas herself, or her comrades.

Removing a taser from her utility belt, the sexy super heroine started slipping quietly through the thick, billowing smoke and zapping men as she encountered them. The zapped men cried out in pain, then dropped like rocks a second later. She got five men zapped before her taser died, out of juice.

By that time, though, the smoke was starting to clear away. Green Spectre moved fast. She didn't have anymore smoke in her utility belt, and Spectre Girl's belt was removed and tossed aside, so no help there.

"We're going to fuck you TWICE over, Green Whore," Biff called into the smoke.

Bart rushed up out of the smoke to her left. She tried to duck and dodge, but he got a solid punch into her side. She cried out and fell away into the cover of the smoke. Hitting the floor, she realized the smoke had risen up about three feet so she could see everyone's legs. The others didn't realize it yet, so she was able to a scramble away on all fours and escaped Bart's savage super human attack. Then she picked up a discarded blackjack and rose up behind Bart.

"Ugh!" Bart cried, staggering away into the smoke after she blackjacked the back of his head.

"Turn about is fair play," Green Spectre said, scowling after him.

Green Spectre grinned. She'd found the advantage she needed to defeat the white slavers. Half of them were already down, and she was confident that using the cover of the smoke she could take out the rest. She, of course, was the only one clever enough to discover the secret of finding her foes.

Idiot men.

"Hey," Bart called. "The smoke is rising, so kneel down and you can see where Green Twit is hiding!"

Green Spectre's hazel eyes went wide in disbelief.

"Yes!" multiple male voices cried triumphantly.

"Dammit," Green Spectre muttered, feeling a pang of guilt for resorting to foul language. At least Spectre Girl didn't hear her utter that word.

The statuesque super heroine dropped into a squat to see where the white slavers were located, to decide which way she needed to move.

"No!" she cried, noticing first thing that one of the men had gone to Spectre Girl and was sodomizing her beloved daughter. Spectre Girl was ball-gagged and shaking her head in denial, grunting and panting through her nose. "Stop that!"

Distracted, she didn't notice the other men charging towards her until too late.

"Ooff," she cried, bowled over by four men slamming into her at a full run. They fell atop her. Hands were everywhere, grabbing at her breasts, hair, arms and legs. She felt her top pulled down and her 38DDs popped out and jiggled. The sexy super heroine squirmed and writhed, kicked and kneed her assailants as she growled in rage. "You fools, you cannot defeat me! I am Green Spectre!"

Someone grabbed her long, silky blonde hair and jerked her head back. A wet clothe was pressed over her mouth and nose. She instinctively gasped in surprised, and sucked in a short breath. Enough to make her head start to spin. Green Spectre panicked, and surged up, shaking off the clutching white slavers.

"They almost……," she cried, then sucked in multiple deep breaths to try and clear any chloroform she breathed in. She was still woozy, but was feeling better. The four men stood up around her, surrounding her. "Oh, you boys made a big mistake tangling with me…."

She looked between them and saw Flag Girl had been taken to a bondage device and chained to it. She was on all fours on the black leather padded device. A white slaver was fucking her from behind while another was ramming his cock down her throat.

Turning, she found Spectre Girl had been placed in another sex device. It was a chairlike device, where the beautiful blonde eighteen year old was sat, with her legs pulled up and extremely wide, and tied into place. Her wrists were pulled back and tied to a post behind her. This left her exposed pussy at cock high for easy access. Biff was fucking her stupid.

"Biff! I will KILL YOU!" she cried, and lashed out with fists and feet, taking out the white slavers surrounding her with relative ease. Then she raced straight at Biff, who was totally absorbed in fucking Spectre Girl. She grabbed his hair at the back of his head, and yanked him back just as he grunted. She looked down, and milky white cum spurted out. Green Spectre was hit in the face with hot jizm. "Aaggh! Nasty!"

"Wahoo, bro, you spooged her face!" Bart crowed gleefully.

Green Spectre, wide eyed and disgusted, turned to find Bart standing behind her. A second later he swung at her. The sexy super heroine was fast, though, and flipped straight backwards and Bart's hard fist missed. But Biff was super fast, and was waiting.

"Uuggh," she grunted when Biff slammed a fist into the side of her jaw.

Green Spectre stumbled backwards. Biff zipped round and round the shapely super heroine, raining a constant barrage of brutal punches all over her super shapely body. He stopped before her and used her naked and flopping 38DDs as living speed bags for a long moment, the pain so intense the vivacious vigilante dropped to her knees before him, clutching at her brutalized girl globes.

"Nice fat titties," Biff said coming up next to her. "Not as big as Ameri-tits over there, but more than a mouthful."

Biff unzipped her dark green bustier and pulled it off, even though her tits were already flopping free. That surprised the sexy super heroine, and her hands flew wide and her eyes widened. Biff seized both wrists and pulled them back, then placed his right foot between her shoulder blades and pulled her straight-armed back until her wrists met. Bart stepped before her and unzipped.

"No! I will not pleasure you orally, you disgusting pervert!" she cried, struggling weakly. Biff's super fast beating had left her weak and vulnerable. There was nothing she could do when Bart grabbed her face and guided his cock up to her closed lips. She was determined to keep him out of mouth, until Biff kicked her ass from behind. Hard. She gasped in pain, mouth wide in a "O" and Bart shoved his cock deep inside. "Uuugghhh! Mmmmmmggghhhhh!"

Her protests just seemed to amuse the two genetically enhanced men. Biff held her tight and unmoving while his brother pumped her mouth with relish. Green Spectre's body began to tingle in the most frightening way. The taste and feel of that invading cock seemed to call to something deep inside, something she tried to suppress and hide even from herself. Once, long ago while a internationally renown super model, the Russian born super heroine had a reputation for her incredible blow jobs. She loved them, loved giving them.

Before she met her husband and settled down, Green Spectre's alter-ego Axanna, had been a wild and wicked party girl. She lived a rock and roll lifestyle of sex and drugs, day in and day out. She'd thought she was past that life, but now her body was saying differently. Her shapely body remembered the "good old days" and wanted them back. So, without realizing it, Green Spectre started sucking and licking Bart's cock, like old times.

"Wow, that cunt can suck!" Bart cried in delight.

"Look at her go," Biff said in awe. "She sucks better than Americana."

Green Spectre ignored them. She was lost in her old habits, her old joys. The oversexed super heroine used every trick she knew giving a blowjob -- lips, tongue, teeth, suction -- since use of her hands were denied her at the time. In short ordered she overwhelmed Bart's ability to control his cock, and sucked a big climax out of him.

"Mmmm," she groaned, her cheeks ballooned out and the taste of cum filling her mouth for the first time in a while. It was too much for her overtaxed body and she climaxed. "Uuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"

Green Spectre was yanked to her feet after she licked Bart clean. White slavers came up and her bottoms came down. Then her utility belt was removed. She watched them, licking her lips and trying to figure out a ploy to escape her unsavory fate. She was a superior woman, and her fate could not be, should not be, vile sexual slavery. She was better than that.

Bart, using his greater strength, painfully seized her hair at the back of her head and pulled her up to her tip-toes. Then he walked her over to a scary looking bondage device of steel pipes and a small padded bench. The device looked home-made -- a large square frame of pipes on one end, with the bench attached halfway up and extending behind it. Behind and to the side of the bench two pipes rose up just above bench high, with large heavy-duty rings welded there.

Green Spectre was forced face down on the bench, her head extending past the end of the bench and past the large square frame. The thinly padded bench extended from her shoulders to her hips, leaving her pussy just past the end. A steel collar was snapped around the sexy super heroine's neck, and it was attached to the bench by a three link chain. Biff pulled her arms wide and bound them to either side of her head, to the square frame. Then Bart wrapped rope around her lower thighs, just above her knees, and then tied the other ends to the framework below. After that, he pulled her feet up and wider, to bind them with rope to the steel rings behind and to the side.

"She's never looked lovelier," Bart said.

Biff came up behind the bound beauty, and slowly pushed his rock hard cock up her poop chute. Green Spectre groaned and gasped, eyes wide in shock and disbelief as that darkest of taboos was violated.

"You will pay dearly for this!" she cried, grinding her teeth in a vain attempt to suppress the raging needs and desires of her oversexed body. "I will escape some day, and I will hunt you all down like dogs!"

Bidd started smacking her jiggling ass cheeks as he pumped in and out of her quivering sphincter at a phenomenal rate. That sexy, frightening liquid heat was filling her shapely body, demanding satisfaction.

"Oh God, I….ca-can't…fight…it," she groaned, feeling herself pushed to the brink of disaster. This time it was a monster, bitch taming orgasm building up. She absolutely had to avoid it at all costs, or she was a goner. Then another white slaver walked up to her face, and pulled out the biggest, thickest black cock she'd ever seen. She knew what he was going to do with that cock, and lost it. "Please! Don't! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! Oh, GOD! I AM TAMED!"

The Bilbo Brothers and the ten while slavers spent the next five hours reaming out every orifice of their super heroine bodies. Then fuck machines were shoved up all of their asses and cunts, and turned on HIGH. The men turned off the lights and left.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" they screamed in unison, bodies consumed with liquid heat and mind searing pleasure.

# # #

The lights came on and masked men poured into the room. The over-fucked femme fatales opened bleary eyes and groaned pathetically. They watched white slavers hustle around setting up audio/video equipment.

"Mercy," Green Spectre whispered hoarsely, her throat screamed out hours ago.

That made the men laugh.

Ms Americana cut her eyes left and right, watching everything. She was having small, machine gun climaxes. In fact, she'd been experiencing them for so many hours she was starting to get used to them. She suspected it would be a shock to her system when the evil men turned off the vibrator.

The Queen of Justice was kneeling in a puddle of droop and pussy juices, still held in place by the shaft-mounted ball-gag and tight ropes. When Bart and Biff walked up, leering smugly down at her, she felt her brutalized nipples tingle and her mouth start to water even more. The bulges in their pants called to her deepest needs and desires.

<I am broken and tamed,> she thought, no longer ashamed by the fact. She was too exhausted to fight them or her own needs, her own body. The captured crusader only wanted to please and be pleased. <My detractors were all right, I was always a wanton harlot in denial.>

"Is Ameri-slut ready to be a good girl?" Bart asked.

Ms Americana gave a faint nod. It was all she could muster bound up like that. She recognized Bart and Biff, since their voices were familiar and they were still wearing the same clothes.

"Is Ameri-jugs ready to obey her masters?" Biff asked.

Ms Americana gave another faint nod, and a wanton, "Uuuuuggghhh-Huuuggh."

Other white slavers went to the other hapless and helpless heroines and asked the same questions. They were all quite prepared to be good little slave sluts for their masters. A good, thorough taming did that to a woman, especially to super heroines. When super heroines fell, they fell harder than normal women.

"Good girls," Bart said. "The Man will be here shortly. He'll be quite pleased by your progress."

The four sexy super heroines were removed from their bondage devices. The white slavers lined them up. From left to right, it was Spectre Girl, Green Spectre, Flag Girl and Ms Americana. All were kneeling, still wearing boots, gloves, chokers and masks. The ball gags were removed from the gagged girls, and then they were forced to kneel before the Bilbo Brothers.

"You won't get away with this," Ms Americana said.

"We won't?" Bart said, and slapped himself in the forehead. "Why didn't you say something sooner! Dammit, we're toast. I'm so sad." They all laughed. "Oh, well. We're committed now. Guess we'll just stick to plan, and SELL your sweet round super asses into white slavery."

"Works for me," Biff said, and they broke up laughing.

The video setup was complete, and they went live on a webcast. According to Biff, word was sent out that they had been captured and were being tamed. Horny men all around the world were watching them at that moment. Looking at their naked bodies. Looking at the sweat and cum dripping off their tits and asses, dribbling out of their pussies and poop holes.

All four women groaned in shame and misery, but their chins rose up proudly and their chests jutted out. Ms Americana, for one, didn't want to be remembered as a sniveling wretch. She was America's premier super heroine, and would be remembered as such, too. Come what may.

They didn't have long to wait. A tall, elegant middle-aged man finally arrived. The Man. He seemed vaguely familiar, but none of them could quite put their finger on his identity. He was, of course, masked.

"Excellent job, boys," The Man said, lifting Ms Americana's chin to get a good look at her face. "I've waited a long time for this moment." He glanced down the line of kneeling, vanquished vigilantes. "Let the auction begin."

Four men lay on the floor in front of the four sexy super heroines, their cocks out and standing erect. The women groaned, and were forced to impale themselves upon those cocks.

"Great Liberty," Ms Americana cried as she slid down a long, thick black cock. Head rolling back, red gloved hands holding onto the long stiletto heels of her boots, Ms Americana began to ride that huge cock with enthusiasm. "Feels….too….gooooood….to resist."

"Holy Sausage factory!" Flag Girl cried. She started bouncing up and down on that fat shaft, her perky titties bouncing, sweat flying off their shiny skin. Her blue gloves hands were tugging at her own pigtails as she rode her ravisher. "Uggh! Oh! Yes. Yes. YES!"

"I am lost!" Green Spectre cried. She was fondling her own fat tits as she slowly slipped up and down her slaver's cock. "I am so tamed."

"Me too! Me too!" Spectre Girl screamed. She was twisting and pulling on her dark pink, erect nipples so hard it looked painful. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, Goddess, don't let him STOP!"

"Yes, I've dreamed a long time of this glorious day," The Man sneered. He cupped Ms Americana's face, looking down into her glassy baby blues. Her sweet, kissable lips were parted as she panted through her mouth. Then he walked to the other end of the line of vanquished costumed vigilantes. "Ah, the first up for auction tonight. The sexy sidekick know as Spectre Girl." He glanced at the digital readout of the current online bids. "I see bidding has started for all four super heroines. Our last bid for Spectre Girl is $1,260,000.01. Really, and one cent?"

The masked super villain pulled out his thick cock, and thrust it deep into Spectre Girl's hot, wet mouth. She immediately started sucking. Not the most skilled super heroine he'd caught, but she was quite enthusiastic. The bidding for the sexy sidekick jumped dramatically.

By the time Spectre Girl sucked him dry, and licked him clean afterwards, the bidding had leveled off at $2,756,995.99. Then newest bids were coming in a cent, maybe a dollar higher. He didn't want it to be nickels and dimes, so ended that auction.

"Spectre Girl is SOLD, to member #600560-THI," The Man declared. He smiled. The sexy sidekick would not like Thailand. The drug lord that bought her lived deep in the jungle, with a lot of big, brutal henchmen and few women. She would be very busy. "She will be shipped overnight delivery within one hour of you depositing that agreed upon amount into our secret offshore account."

"Next up for auction -- Flag Girl," The Man declared, walking up to that sexy sidekick.

"Aaaaaaaiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" Flag Girl cried out, the camera going in for a close up as she climaxed.

The readout for her auction read $2,200,450.00 already. The Man inserted his cock, and she started sucking with wild enthusiasm. He so loved super heroines, and their ultimate weakness. What raging whores they all were deep down. Their inner demon just begged to be released, too. The readout showed bidding jumped up another $100,000.00 right off, and kept rising steadily.

"Hhhmmmmgggghhhh," Flag Girl groaned as she continued to fuck that cock up her cunt, while she rolled her tongue all over and around the Man's cock, giving intense head and even some deep throat. All without any prompting from her captor. SLURP! SLURP! "Mmmmmm, good."

The super sexy sidekick proved much more talented with her lips and tongue than Spectre Girl, and the Man quickly creamed her mouth good. Panting, he turned back to the readout -- $3,175,005.06. He ejaculated again as he pulled out, splashing hot, sticky cum across her beautiful face, a thick rope of cum going from his cock to her parted lips. Bidding jumped to $4,455,360.00 in less than a minute with at scene on the monitors. Bidding spiked again as Flag Girl sensuously sucked up and licked up all that cum.

"We have a buyer, at $4,992,550.00. Congratulations member #210860-BRZ," The Man declared. That was a corporate buyer down in Brazil. Logging company, needing whores for their works out in the middle of the jungle. The owner was a "retired" villain, with a taste for blonde teenage super heroines. She would be kept very busy, fucking the owner by day, and the loggers by night. "Flag Girl will be shipped overnight delivery within one hour of you depositing that agreed upon amount into our secret offshore account." He glanced down at the panting sidekick. "I know you will enjoy your purchase for years to come."

"Let's keep the blonde theme going, and auction off Green Spectre next!" The Man said.

"You will….uugggghhhh…not get away with….with this outrage," Green Spectre groaned out. Despite her defiance, she never stopped riding that cock deep inside her. "You have defeated us, but our heroic sisters will avenge us."

"Let's hope they try," The Man said, and laughed. He pulled her off that cock, forced her onto all fours facing the cameras. Then he dropped down behind her, and thrust his thick cock up her poop chute. "I so enjoy auctioning your sexy fat asses off."

"Uuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, you monster! You're tearing me in half!"

The Man started to really hammer her sexy ass. Looking up, he noticed the bids were rising fast, already at 4,670,050.00. The statuesque super heroine grunted and gasped sexily, slinging her silky blonde hair all around as she went from defiant heroine in extreme pain, to lusty heroine in sexual heaven. The cameras were getting excellent shots of her huge, dangling tits bouncing and jostling all about. The bidding soared.

For twenty minutes The Man ass fucked Green Spectre, ripping a dozen orgasms from her super responsive, horny body. The bidding petered out at $15,575,990.00.

"Sold, to member #690069-GBT," The Man declared, pulling out of Green Spectre's ass. The helpless, exhausted super heroine collapsed, groaning, ass still high in the air. He gave that shapely butt a firm slap and laughed. What a pleasure it was destroying that uppity bitch. "The legendary Green Spectre will be shipped overnight delivery within one hour of you depositing that agreed upon amount into our secret offshore account." He laughed thinking about what Lady Prudence would do to her sexy new slavegirl. The English noblewoman was a notoriously sadistic dominatrix, with a taste for shattering strong women. He leaned over and whispered in Green Spectre's ear, "You are doomed."

The Man glanced at Ms Americana, the last super heroine up for auction. And the most important and valuable. Her bidding was already at 12,998,900.02.

"Great Liberty! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!" Ms Americana cried. "Oh Goddess, he's going to auction ME now! Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhh! I can't stop….Uuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!"

"Apparently, Ms Americana is more excited about being sold into sexual slavery that I am to sell her sweet round ass," The Man said, laughing. "Isn't she the biggest WHORE in the world?"

He knelt beside her. She was still riding that giant black cock, leaning way back and hands clutching her stiletto heels. The Man reached down and started rubbing her engorged, hyper sensitive clit, and sucked in a rock hard nipple at the same time. The slavery she was riding lost his battle to prolong the joy, and creamed her good. She climaxed.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh Goddess, I am TAMED! Tamed! I am so TAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEED!" The Man pulled her off that cock, waited while another slaver slipped up beneath her, and then impaled her ass on his thick shaft. "Oooooooooooogggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"See how enthusiastically she takes it up the ass after we tamed her?" The Man said. He glanced at the readout. $18,350,005.08. The bidding jumped again, starting to rise fast. So he straddled her, slapped his cock between her titanic tits and grabbed those sweet fat melons. Squeezing them together, The Man happily fondled Ms Americana as he titty fucked her. Within a minute of this, the super sexy super heroine lost all control of her mind and body, and started machinegun climaxes. "The higher the heroine in the pecking order, the further and harder she falls! See for yourselves, the High and Mighty Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice, is the most utterly abject whore of them all."

Bidding was at $22,670,500.00. As soon as he creamed her face and tits, it jumped to $28,000,690.00. Then the Man unleashed all of his henchmen on Delta City's premier super heroine. For the next two hour three men at a time fucked her stupid. They left her passed out in a pool of cum and pussy juices, and the auction ended at $38,900,250.69.

"Congratuations, member #002987-SIC!" The Man cried joyously. The thought of Ms Americana, the bitch that had been a thorn in his side for years, was sold to the Italian Mob in Sicily was too good to be true. Oh, they would take such good care of her sexy ass, for years to come. "The super luscious and monster titted Ms Americana will be shipped overnight delivery within one hour of you depositing that agreed upon amount into our secret offshore account."

After a few closing announcements, the camera's were turned off and The Man surveyed the scene of his greatest victory. He reached down, and pulled off Ms Americana's mask.

"Brenda Wade!" he cried. "Oh my GOD! This is even better. Brenda is almost as big a pain in my ass as Ms Americana. What a great day this is turning out to be."

"Monster," Green Spectre managed to whisper.

"Ah yes, my second biggest pain in the ass, arrogant heroine bitch," The Man said, and walked over to her. He promptly pulled off her mask. "Really? Axanna Morgan! Wow, what a night!" He looked at Flag Girl and Spectre Girl. "These must you Summer and Lydia." He quickly motioned his henchmen, and both of the sidekicks were unmasked. "Yes! My victory is complete."

"You vile villain," Ms Americana groaned out, starting to writhe as she regained her senses. "We might be defeated and vanquished, but there are other super heroines. They all know what you did here tonight, and they will be looking for you. You will go down. Mark my words."

"Not really," he said. He laughed. "My plan is perfect. Perfect I tell you." He reached up to his mask. "The Man might very well fall, with every super heroine in the work gunning for him. But I'm not the REAL McCoy." He pulled off his mask.

"Commissioner Borden!" the heroines all cried.

"Call me the FAKE Man," he said, and laughed. "And now that you four meddlesome super cunts are destroyed, neither I nor the police will ever be humiliated and berated by you again."

Outraged, the four sexy super heroines tried to attack Commissioner Borden. But his henchmen were ready. Before any of them could even reach their feet, chloroform soaked clothes were pressed over their faces. Like true Aphrodite women, they all immediately sucked in huge breaths. Commissioner Borden shook his head woefully. Maybe they really did want to be sex slaves. Well, if so, they finally got their fondest wet dream.

"All right, boys. Box their sexy asses up," he said. "According to the bank, all four have officially been paid for. Ship them out!"

THE END