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Ms Americana, Lady Midnight, Tanya O'Donnel, Green Spectre and any other super heroines mentioned within this story are all the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains.

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MS AMERICANA: BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

By Dark One

Delta City's beautiful billionaire, Brenda Wade paused and looked around to ensure no one was watching her. Then she quickly slipped off the night shrouded street and into the even darker alley. Ten feet in, Brenda pulled off her glasses and cried, "I am Ms Americana!"

There was a flash of light, and she stood there in her Ms Americana costume: blue star-spangled mask, blue choker, red gauntlet gloves, and red boots. Her strapless bikini costume was half red and white strips, and half blue field with white stars. Very patriotic, as was she. The voluptuous vigilante completed her look with a golden tiara and matching power belt. The tiara showed the world she was the Queen of Justice, while the belt enabled her Aphrodite gene enhanced body to become super powered.

The raven-maned beauty's baby blues flashed with glee as her full red lips curled into a smile. She paused to enjoy the feel of power suddenly surging through her spectacular six foot one body. It was a heady feeling.

"It is time for Ms Americana to mete out justice," she proclaimed.

As Brenda, she was driving home after a long, sixteen hour day of meetings, when she spotted a young woman being mugged. She wasted no time changing into her super heroine alter ego, and looked forward to teaching that punk it was wrong to attack honest young women in Delta City.

Delta City was one of America's largest cities, and it's most corrupt. It was such a den of sex and debauchery, that it made Las Vegas look like a convent. The city, as a result, had far more super heroines than the average city. And needed even more. Ms Americana did her part to help clean up the city she was born in, and loved.

The super sexy super heroine fluffed her thick, waist length black hair as she strutted purposely out of the alley. The mugging was just around the next city street corner. She moved quickly and soon was striding up to the crime in progress. The young woman was still holding onto her purse strap, begging the gunman to just take the money and leave all the rest. He wanted it all.

"Unhand her, you fiend," Ms Americana demanded in her most commanding voice. "This Ms Americana demands!"

"Son of a…?!?" the young man cried, whirling around to face her with big eyes. "Ms Americana? Shit." Then his eyes dropped to her jostling 38G tits. "Holy shit, they're huge."

The gorgeous super heroine grinned. As usual, the MAN committing the crime was mesmerized by her bouncing breasts. While he was distracted, the young female victim had yanked her purse free and was running away. So Ms Americana put a little more oomph into her strut, and made her boobs bounce a bit more so his victim could make good her escape. His eyes grew even wider.

"Idiot man," she growled as she reached him, and pounded a powerful uppercut into his chin. The mugger's feet came off the ground and he was unconscious before he hit the ground. "When will men learn that truth and justice is the only way?"

A Delta City PD squad car turned the corner and its red and blue lights started flashing. She waited in an arrogant super heroine pose: head high, chest thrust out and hands on well rounded hips. Two young cops got out of the squad car and looked her over at length, and then glanced at the unconscious man. As usual.

"What you got, Americana?"

"A mugger, officer. Please take him away and book him," she said.

"Book 'em, Danno," the other cop said, grinning.

"Excuse me?" she said, raising one perfectly plucked black eyebrow.

"Just a joke, Ms Americana. You know, to break the tension."

"What tension, officer? I won, handily. Arrest him. No tension."

"Nevermind."

Ms Americana frowned at him. The Delta City cops were her…to steal a tabloid phrase….her frienemies. What she did was perfectly legal, and very helpful in fighting crime, but they didn't like vigilantes, not even vigilantes in skimpy outfits and big boobs. The cops would rarely offer any help, but always showed up to clean up the mess and haul away the criminals.

"I'm surprised to see you here, Ms Americana," the first cop said as he handcuffed the mugger. "The Beast has struck again."

"What?"

That news froze Ms Americana's heart. The Beast was a creature out of myth and legend. An ancient creature, better known in ancient times as the Satyr. Twenty-five centuries back in time, he roamed the Greek countryside seducing pretty young maidens. The Greeks took some delight in his escapades, and none of the maidens deflowered and ravished ever complained. But it was because of his potent magical "glamour." Word was that no woman could resist his seductive voice or touch, and he left them all utterly sated and in deep bliss.

If that wasn't bad enough, that mythical SERIAL RAPIST had returned to the mortal plane and was back to his wicked old ways. Only now, he wasn't just seducing helpless young women. He was seducing, ravishing them, and selling them into white slavery. He left his victims entranced and eager to please their pimps and customers.

He had to be stopped, and she was just the woman to do it.

"On the eleven o'clock news with Tanya O'Donnel tonight, the Beast appeared and caught Miss O'Donnel dead to right," the second cop said, eyes bright as he remembered with relish. "She just squeaked, and was enthralled by him. The Beast striped her naked, and fucked her right there on the air."

"They kept broadcasting it!" she cried, aghast.

"They say they were enchanted by the Beast," the first cop said, shrugging.

"We'll see about that," Ms Americana declared, baby blues flashing and red gloved fists clenched.

They were at the edge of Delta City's downtown district. The TV station was just three blocks away, so the legendary Queen of Justice headed that way. It was just ten minutes shy of midnight, so the crime scene was still fresh. She arrived to find the studio wasn't even secured by the police. People were in it.

"Why are you trampling a crime scene?" she demanded.

"Police are finished," one of the cameramen said. He shrugged.

That seemed odd, but there was no crime scene tape or anyone there to secure the crime scene. Delta City PD was pretty sloppy at the best of times, which explained why it was so hard to get a conviction, but that took the cake. She would discuss the problem with the Commissioner.

"Were you present when the crime was committed?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said. The cameraman was tall and lean, with male pattern baldness. She guessed he was in his late thirties. Ms Americana would've liked to say he was professional, but he was staring rather boldly at her tits. "I saw the whole sordid affair."

"Tell me what you saw," she said.

"Why don't you just watch it?" he said, and spoke into his boom mike next. "Mike, play the newscast for Ms Americana down here on monitor 12, okay? Thanks."

Ms Americana turned to the bank of monitors. She found number 12, and a moment later the evening newscast began. Tanya was looking especially sexy in a white off the shoulder number, short skirt and heels. All went as normal for the first five minutes, then she heard a commotion off camera. Seconds later Tanya gasped, mouth in an O. Her eyes widened, then seemed to glaze over as a large, horrid looking creature stalked into the camera shot.

"Oh my," Ms Americana gasped, her right hand at her throat as she watched her friend being so terribly disrespected and abused.

The Beast was eight feet all, burly, HAIRY. His face was hideous, with curled ram's horns, pointed goat ears and a man's torso. He was a goat from the waist down, but with a massive, dripping cock and balls dangling crudely between his misshapen legs.

The Beast pulled Tanya to her feet by her hair, then used his free hand to rip off her top and skirt. The well-endowed blonde was left in nothing but garter belt, hose and heels, live on camera. For the whole city, the world, to see.

"You are so beautiful, my dear," the Beast rasped out. His voice was as awful as his appearance. But…even coming from video tape, it was alluring and called to something deep, deep within Ms Americana's psyche. Her body reacted, her libido coming alive. She felt heat and moisture between her legs, her belly erupted in butterflies and her tits began to tingle and ache. She took a deep, very unsteady breath, and tried to pretend nothing was amiss. "I want you. I need you. I will HAVE YOU."

Ms Americana jumped, gasping, baby blues wide, when he pushed Tanya onto her back atop the anchor desk. His way too large hands, all dark and hairy, clutched at Tanya's huge round tits, squeezing and caressing. Ms Americana gulped loudly when she saw his monster cock rise up, hardening, and unerringly go straight for Tanya's bikini waxed blonde snatch.

"Uuugghhh, yes," Tanya groaned wantonly as the Beast slid deep into her with a brutal, powerful thrust.

"Ooooohhh," Ms Americana groaned, squirming and struggling to stay on her suddenly wobbly legs. Only the cameraman wrapping his arms around her kept her from dropping to her knees. Was he sniffing her hair? She was too mesmerized by what she was watching and hearing on the monitor to object. "Oooooooooh."

While she watched the Beast utterly debauch Tanya, Stan started caressing her soft, silky hair, her upper arms and finally her shapely rump. She was clearly highly aroused, and he had plans for the holier-than-thou super heroine. He glanced at the anchor desk, and the viscous puddle behind it. Stan grinned evilly.

Suddenly, Tanya screamed a major climax, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhh!”

A burst of intense light flashed, engulfing both Beast and Beauty.

“Yes! So good. I have absorbed your very essence, my beauty,” Beast cried victoriously. “Your spectacular body will no longer be super human. You are now just a woman.”

“What does that mean?” Ms Americana muttered, then was distracted by the camera zooming in on Tanya’s face.

"Aaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Great Goddess of Got, I am TAMED!" Tanya cried. "I am yours, Beast. I am yours, body and soul."

"Great Liberty, no," Ms Americana cried, very near to climaxing herself.

"Check this out, Ms Americana," Stan said, guiding the trembling super heroine away from the monitor and over to the anchor desk. He pointed down at the puddle of satyr cum. "Check that out."

"W-What is it," Ms Americana croaked out. She understood her vulnerability at that time. Stan was way too close, touching her too intimately. Her treacherous body called out to him, wanting satisfaction that she couldn't give. If climaxed, the sexy super heroine lost her super powers. It was sexual frustration that fueled her power belt. So she dropped to one knee over the puddle, mostly to escape Stan's arms. "What is that…ummm…smell?"

It hit her like a baseball bat between the eyes. That divine smell energized her every cell, her libido went into overdrive. It all but wiped her mind clean. Ms Americana just knelt there breathing deeply of that intoxicating scent that called to something deep and primal.

The other cameraman, Phil, came over with a big shit-eating grin. He was a short and stout black man of fifty-five. He dark eyes were bright with anticipation.

"Damn. It even works on super heroines, huh?" Phil said.

"Yep," Stan said, grinning with wicked glee. "Party time."

The Beast's scent or the stench from his cum had no affect on men. But the two cameramen saw how it affected first the female cops that arrived, and then the cleaning women. The only reason the studio hadn't been cleaned up was they were waiting on MALE cleaning personnel to arrive.

Stan buried his right hand in Ms Americana's silky black hair, and pulled her head back.

"You are so beautiful," he said.

"Oh," she said, baby blues glazed over.

He leaned over and kissed her. They kissed deeply, tongues dancing, as she moaned and groaned wantonly. His free hand immediately dropped to her tits, and slipped under her strapless top. Ten seconds into that heavy petting session, Stan pulled her left tit out of the top and the whole top fell around her narrow waist, resting atop her golden power belt.

"Oh, man, take a gander at those monster titties!" Phil said. "Hurry up. I'm horny, man."

Stan broke the kiss, laughing. "You and me both!" He pulled the discombobulated, highly aroused super heroine to her stiletto heeled feet. Then Stan pushed her back atop the anchor desk before pulling her bottoms down mile long legs. "Let's show the Queen of Monster Racks a good time, my man."

"Great Liberty, I'm too weak…too vulnerable," Ms Americana gasped out, one hand massaging her temple. "Must escape. Must…oh" Stan grabbed her red booted ankles, and lifted her feet straight up. Then he spread her wide. "Oh no. Please. I'm a respected….Ugh."

Ms Americana's protests ended when Stan's cock penetrated her aching pussy. Her back arched, baby blues rolling up into her head as she threw her arms wide and clutched desperately at the desktop. Stan mimicked the Beast taking Tanya. He impaled her on his cock, and then grabbed her monster melons in both hands, squeezing them with relish as he fucked her throbbing pussy with wild abandon.

"Uuugggghhhh. Oh….my….uuggghhh," she gasped and groaned. "So…good…oh…lost control….can't stop…uuggghhh. Must esca…es….uggh….oooooh."

"Hey, I see opportunity knocking," Phil said, sidling up beside Ms Americana's head. Her head was hanging off the other side of the desk. He grinned as he watched her glossy, full red lips open and close, looking so pretty, so fuckable. He pulled out a thick black cock, and thrust it into her face. The legendary heroine gasped, then opened wide for him to go inside. "Oooh, that feels so good. Nice, hot, wet mouth. Ohh, yes. She's sucking me. Ms Americana is really sucking me off."

The two TV cameramen fucked the beautiful super babe for a good ten minutes before two cops walked in. Their jackets had CSI in bold yellow letters.

"Hey! You're destroying a crime scene," one cried.

"Oops," Stan said, and released his load into the sexy super heroine. "We thought you were through."

"Get off her this instant," the cop cried. "You're tramping in the samples."

"Hello glory," Phil cried, head back as he started pumping hot, sticky cum into Ms Americana's slurping mouth. "Swallow it all down, Ms Titty-Bang-Bang."

"Ah! Too funny, Phil," Stan said, pulling out at last. "Two bangs because she got double teamed by us. Ha!"

"All glory, man. All glory," Phil said, sounding quite satisfied as he finished off with three spurts of cum in the vivacious vigilante's beautiful masked face. "And she liked it, too."

"Pigs," Ms Americana croaked out. She rolled off the desk, unsteadily swooned before them all, then scowled at Phil and Stan. Why did she let them seduce her? So odd. So humiliating, since she was caught by cops. They would tell EVERYONE. "I'm out of here."

Ms Americana forgot her costume until she reached the door, and then had to go back and face everyone's smirking faces as she gathered everything up and departed. Another sexcapade to live down.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

"This is bad. Real bad," Angela Grear said. The gorgeous African-American assistant DA was standing in Brenda's living room. She was giving her a briefing of the situation. "From all accounts, the Beast is going after women with the Aphrodite gene. All women are affected adversely by his magic, but Aphrodite women are especially vulnerable to his vile allure."

It was Saturday morning. Angela wore snug lowriders stuffed into ankle boots and a red midriff baring haltertop. Brenda sat with her legs crossed in the middle of the couch, wearing a short red spandex mini, red stiletto pumps and a red tube top. She couldn't help it, since getting nailed in the TV studio, and smelling the Beast's cum, she was always aroused and dressed accordingly. Axanna wore gray slacks, black pumps and a red silk camisole under a black ladies sport coat.

"It gets worse. I tried, as Green Spectre, to save Tanya from the pimp the Beast sold her to," Axanna Morgan said. She paused, hazel eyes narrowing. "Her mind is completely subjugated. All she wants to do is please her pimp, and her customers. She fought the rescue. Do you understand, she chased me away!"

"Oh, that is bad," Brenda said. "I know from experience that just the smell of his cum is too powerful to ignore. My shapely white butt got fucked good and hard because I dropped my guard. It won't happen again. This I swear." Her baby blues flashed defiantly. "But we must be doubly careful. We are the Beast's perfect prey, his most vulnerable prey."

"Exactly," Angela said. "Just hearing his voice on TV gets me all hot and bothered."

The beautiful black woman neglected to mention that she was seduced by five men on her way home after first watching Tanya's capture. Five quickies, and she was the aggressor. She seduced THEM. Shameful.

Axanna squirmed and gnawed on her lip. She'd been in the building at the time, and was watching on a monitor in her office. The Beast's vile, seductive voice so aroused her that she stumbled out into the streets, barely coherent. An outlaw biker gang was riding by and noticed her. One of the bikers stopped, and made a terribly rude, crude and explicit proposition. Axanna eagerly agreed, and spent the rest of the night in a sleazy biker bar, being passed around like a cheap whore.

"I'm just lucky the CSI team came back before Phil and Stan climaxed me," Brenda said. "I was about ten seconds from climax, too. So thankfully I wasn't de-powered by my moment of weakness."

Axanna squirmed, hazel eyes glazed over as she remembered being climaxed over and over and over. Angela even paused, sucked in a sharp breath, as she too recalled her multiple climaxes. Of course, neither of them had super powers like Ms Americana, so weren't depowered by climaxing. All it did was make them hornier.

"We're all very lucky," Angela finally said, with a slightly strained voice. She was trying hard to not think about her vibrator back in the drawer beside her bed. "I'm not sure how long our luck will hold out, though. The Beast seems to be targeting famous Aphrodite women. We're all pretty well known in the community."

"Oh. Really? I didn't realize he was targeting famous women," Brenda said, suddenly nervous. Who was more famous in Delta City than her? She had to be on the top of the Beast's list. "We have to stop him, and fast."

"But first, we have to figure out his angle," Axanna said, barely regaining control of herself. "What does he want?"

"Us," Brenda and Angela said in unison.

"No, I mean to say, what does he gain by seducing and selling famous Aphrodite women?" Axanna said. "Let's be honest. He sells his victims to small time pimps. Not much money in that. Heck, he doesn't even bother to rob his victims’ fat bank accounts first."

"He's a creature out of nightmare and myth," Brenda said. "Really, a supernatural creature. Not a god, but close. What does he need with money?"

"Exactly," a deep, raspy voice said from behind them. "I have no need of money. The Beast just needs his Beauties."

"The Beast!" all three women cried, leaping to their feet and staring open-mouthed at him.

"Hello, ladies. You are all sooo beautiful," he rasped out, a cruel glint entering his slit-pupiled yellow eyes. His magic flowed out, engulfing the hapless women.

"Oh," Brenda groaned, head rolling back as one hand reached up to cup her left tit and gave it a squeeze. She dropped to her knees, a hungry look claiming her gorgeous face. "Great Liberty, I'm too weak."

"Goddess, save us," Axanna groaned as she too fell to her knees. Without thinking she ripped the silky camisole off. The sport coat did little to hide her feminine charms.

Only Angela didn't drop to her knees. She took two steps towards him, shaking violently in her effort to suppress her overwhelming need to submit to the Beast.

"I defy you, Beast," Angela cried, gaining a little strength from it.

"Ah, a volunteer," the Beast said. He pulled out a flute and started playing a seductive little melody. "Dance, my Beauty. Dance for your Beast."

Defiance immediately bled away from the beautiful African-American. She licked full glossy lips, and began a slow, sensual dance. A dance of love and desire. For the Beast. The Beast watched with glowing yellow eyes as he played the flute. She began stripping off her clothes soon after starting.

Brenda and Axanna were also drawn into the song, and began dancing. After a few minutes, the Beast stopped playing. He looked at the expectant faces of the three women, then pointed at Brenda and Axanna.

"You two, make out and amuse me," he said.

Only too eager to please their divine master, Brenda and Axanna turned to each other. Their arms wrapped around each other, as their full, wet lips met in a passionate kiss. Brenda's red tube top came off quickly, followed by Axanna's sport coat. The Beast returned to his song, Angela continued to dance for him, and the other two enchanted women made out like lesbian horn dogs.

Brenda groaned as Axanna rubbed her clit perfectly. She, of course, returned the favor. All the while their sweaty big tits rubbed together and their glossy red lips slipped and slid all over each other. They quickly brought each other to the brink of sexual glory.

"Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Brenda cried out, climaxing at long last.

"Uuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhh!" Axanna echoed her seconds later.

The climaxes didn't sate the two super vixens. Instead, it energized them. Within seconds they redoubled their efforts, becoming totally consumed by their lusts and needs.

The Beast smiled at them, then turned his attention back to Angela. She was not the most powerful of the three Aphrodite women. That would be Brenda. But she was so beautiful, and so gloriously defiant. He wanted her first. Unfortunately, he'd come for Brenda, not expecting the other two Aphrodite women. His unique power only allowed him to steal the essence, the power, of one Aphrodite woman a day. So Brenda and Axanna would have to be let go.

Glowing yellow, slit-pupiled eyes locked on Angela. The dancing beauty was stripped down to just her silver jewelry and black stiletto ankle boots. Her dark skin was glistening with sweat, and her deep desire and need filled the air. He took a deep breath, drawing in her heady scent. She would do wonderfully.

The Beast put the flute aside and pulled Angela in close. The sexy, statuesque beauty pressed her spectacular body to his, her hands clutching desperately at his thick, tangled fur sheathed body. He grabbed her well rounded ass first, giving her a playful squeeze.

"Aphrodite, your divine descendants are such delicious beauties," the Beast said, his cock starting to rise. He kissed Angela, thrusting his long, long forked tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned and groaned, writhing sexily within his arms. His cock was fully aroused then, and he pushed the head in just enough to penetrate. "Aphrodite, you arrogant whore, with this conquest I am one step closer to owning YOU."

The Beast thrust in. Angela's big brown eyes widened, her back arched and she threw her arms and legs wide. She felt him enter her in the most profound way. It felt like her very soul was penetrated, captured and enslaved. She began grunting loudly with every thrust.

"My Beauty, surrender your essence. Give it all to me," the Beast growled, humping her madly. Her massive tits were bouncing frantically, as he used his super strength to force her up and down his huge cock, his hands around her narrow waist. Deep down, Angela felt like a ragdoll, utterly dominated and debased. "Give me everything you have."

Angela gasped, clutching at him again. He grinned, feeling her body responding. She was about to climax.

"Yes! Surrender to me," he cried. "Give it to me."

"I am yours!" she cried. "Body and soul, I am yours. Aaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhh!"

As she climaxed bright light flashed, engulfed them as her super powers were transferred to the Beast. He stole her very essence. Everything that made her Angela Grier, made her a superior woman, made her a super heroine, was stripped away. All that remained was a being of pure sensual lust.

"YES! The Power! The Power!" the Beast cried to the Heavens. "I claim your Goddess Given Power!" Then the Beast released his seed into the shapely beauty. "Be afraid, Aphrodite. I'm coming for you. Soon."

The Beast threw the spent and semi-conscious Angela over his shoulder. She was pretty much ruined for anything but fucking. Her once beautiful mind was all but wiped clean, leaving her an obedient, lusty slave. In other words, the perfect woman.

He glanced at Brenda and Axanna as he turned to leave with his prize. They were 69ing each other with some enthusiasm. Both women were experiencing multiple climaxes. Their spectacular bodies glistened with sweat. The scent of their passion loving making called to him.

"Soon, my Beauties, I will come for you, too."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

“People are so amusing,” the Beast said, his deep voice rumbling as he glanced over his shoulder to see young coeds falling to their knees, overwhelmed by sexual need and desire. Desire for ANYONE. Some of the girls paired off, but mostly young men were there and eager to give them what they wanted. “And so fun to manipulate.”

Ms Americana watched from atop the Brenda Wade Library. It was a disgusting sight to behold, too. Everyone knew about the Beast now, and what he did. Horny young men were eagerly following the vile satyr from Greek myth, snatching up all the pretty young things he left horny and eager to please in his wake. Worse, it wasn’t just college boys taking advantage of the coeds. Professors, janitors, and campus cops were also taken advantage of the situation. Everywhere Ms Americana looked men were banging the crap out of eager women. Right out in the open, with no thought to finding privacy. More than anything she wanted to stop those nasty men from taking unfair sexual advantage of those beautiful coeds, but she had to focus on the monster himself. Beast had to be stopped – IMMEDIATELY.

The super stacked super heroine put a specially designed breather in her mouth. It would filter out Satyr’s foul stench. It would keep her from falling victim to his obscene magic. Again. The smell of his body, and especially his cum, had adversely affected her, so she naturally concluded she had discovered the secret to fighting his magic influence. Though his voice and presence were alluring and seductive, it wasn’t anything like the gut punch of his stench.

Ms Americana leapt off the building. She hit the ground running, her super powered body taking the impact with ease. But down on the ground it was worse than she thought. The situation was more despicable. She spotted a coed she knew, a noted socialite and debutante and the current head cheerleader at the university – Alison Anders – riding some bespectacled geek’s cock, while she sucked off an old janitor’s cock. Five feet away was her best friend and sorority sister, Leslie Jensson. Leslie was taking it up the butt from the university’s star basketball player, while sucking off the star quarterback.

A quick count showed forty-seven young beauties getting single or double-teamed just in that small area. Just the sound of grunting, groaning, panting, slurping and gulping women was incredible. Men were walking around with cameras and camera phones, taking pictures that would likely end up on the internet and ruin those beautiful young women’s lives.

“Hey, Ms Americana, looking good, baby,” a big, hulking football player said, eyeing her lustfully as he walked up.

Ms Americana rolled her eyes. He was too stupid to realize she wasn’t affected by the Beast’s passage. He was just too horny. She couldn’t say anything, due to the breathing device in her mouth. So she tried to just hurry away, but he was determined.

“Gotcha, you sexy little minx,” he said, laughing as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in close. Before she knew what was happening, his left hand grabbed her left tit and his right hand slipped under her thongs. “You really are a BIG girl, and nice and wet down below, too.” Finally, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, nibbling and kissing her neck through her silky black hair. “You smell good.”

It felt good. No, it felt divine. But the sexy super heroine couldn’t allow herself to be caught so easily. She had a job to do, and had to save all those pretty young women from Beast’s evil magic. So she slammed an elbow back into the football player’s stomach, then slipped free before kicking him in the chin. He was out. She noticed with satisfaction that the other men gave her a wary look.

The voluptuous Queen of Justice hurried after that evil creature from myth. So many young women were being forced to have wanton, free sex with strangers that she couldn’t waste another second. The Beast had to be stopped. Now.

The vivacious vixen rounded a corner and came to a stop. The Beast was fifty feet away, standing in the center of a bevy of entranced beauties. All had stripped. She estimated a good thirty plus pretty coeds were ‘worshipping’ the Beast. Some were doing more. Beautiful, blonde Summer Morgan was impaled upon his monster cock, her long shapely legs around his waist.

“Oh master! Oh master!” Summer cried as she rode him hard and enthusiastically. “Oh! I think….I think I’m going to…..Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!”

A burst of intense light consumed them for a second.

“Yes! I’ve taken one more step closer to YOU, Aphrodite!” Beast cried at the heavens. “One more ‘superior’ woman, and you will belong to ME!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh! I am TAMED,” Summer cried. “Oh, the glory. Oh, yes! Yes! Yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssss!”

“Haha! Another slutty Aphrodite whore destroyed,” Beast said, gloating at the helpless beauty still frantically bouncing up and down his thick shaft. “I’ve taken your very essence, leaving you a mere shell of your former super self.”

“I gave it to you, master, with all my heart,” Summer said breathlessly, still humping madly. “I think I’m going to come a…a…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggghhhhhh!”

“Very good my beauty. Now, do my bidding. Go find a pimp, and give him all of your heart and loyalty. Be his, and obey him as you would obey me,” the awful Beast commanded.

“Yes, master. Anything you say!” Summer said, overjoyed with the command, and rushed off as Ms Americana still gawked.

The sexy super heroine couldn’t believe it. Another heroine lost. Forever. After dispatching the Beast, she would work tirelessly to rehabilitate Tanya, Summer and Angela, and the other heroines destroyed by the satyr.

Ms Americana had already found that Tanya was with T-Bone, down in Lower Saxony, and Kid Rotten owned Angela. Sugar Town was only a few blocks from campus, so that would be Summer’s destination. It wouldn’t be hard to find her in that cesspit of debauchery. Also, she knew that King Pimp had Azure Angel, JJ Rod owned Jungle Babe, Mr. Cocks had Amazing Babe and Mistress Tabitha possessed Hexanna. They would have to be saved as well.

But first….

“Beast! Your time has ended!” Ms Americana cried, after removing her breathing device just long enough to shout. “Leave those beautiful young women alone. This Ms Americana commands!”

She returned her breathing device, since she completely expended her air. The Beast turned and looked her up and down with longing. Then he grinned, which was a frightening sight.

“You are worried about these beauties? Let me take care of that,” Beast said, his magical voice rumbling. “My beauties! I command you to all go find PIMPS and give yourselves to them! You will all be wanton, insatiable WHORES for all eternity! Go! Go now!”

The coeds all squealed with delight and excitement, and raced off toward Sugar Town. Ms Americana watched with horror. There was no way she could identify each and every one of them, to save later. They were all running, tits flopping all over the place, toward a life of sexual servitude and debauchery.

“I cannot use you today, Ms Americana. This might be your lucky day,” Beast said. “I can only absorb the essence of one Aphrodite bitch a day. I only need one, maybe two more of you superior women, and then I will own Aphrodite,” he said, and laughed. “Oh, the Glory! To quote my most recent conquest. Haha! Indeed, all goddesses will be helpless but to kneel before me, and give me anything and everything I command.”

“You’re a monster!” Ms Americana cried, horrified.

The legendary Queen of Justice charged the horrid creature of myth and legend. His only response….to laugh. That just infuriated the sexy super heroine.

As she raced up, the Beast swung a brutal backhand at her face. She ducked and dodged, and savagely punched him in the ribs before kicking the back of his knee. Beast fell to his knees, surprised and bellowing angrily. The enraged vigilante kicked the Beast in the chin, face, back of the head, and the throat all in about ten seconds. With her full, super human strength. All that just left the Beast dazed, but not down.

<I have him on the ropes, now to finish him off,> she thought. Her gaze dropped to his most potent weapon. His man parts. His cock and balls. Maybe, his ESSENCE?

Ms Americana, poised to drive her most powerful kick into the Beast’s crotch, locked eyes with the slit-pupiled mythic creature. She felt him pushing into her mind, and she barely averted her eyes in time. He tried to speak, but her kick to the throat kept him from saying anything. She smiled smugly, knowing she’d already killed one of his instruments of magical seduction. Now to CRUSH the last one.

“Aaarrrr!” Beast growled, and backhanded Ms Americana.

That surprised the shapely beauty. Worse, his brutal strike knocked the breathing device from her mouth and nose. She immediately clamped down on her breathing. One breath would leave her helpless and his adoring slave. So she started backing away, looking for the lost breathing device.

“Not so fast, my beauty,” Beast growled, starting to grin with evil delight. His voice, though weak, caught her, pulling a gasp from her lips as she froze, mind in a whirl. He drove a big fist into her flat belly. “Breath in my essence, and know the joy of sexual submission.”

His last punch drove all of the air from her lungs, and hurt so terribly, that Ms Americana’s mind went blank for a mere second. That was enough for her body to take over, and suck in some desperately needed air. The affect was immediate. Her boobs began to tingle, her belly filled with butterflies, and her twat started to burn and ache with insatiable need.

“Great Goddess, no!” Ms Americana cried, and took off running as fast as she could. “Must…get….free.”

The curvaceous super heroine ran blindly through the campus. Her only thought was to escape. And she did. Sort of.

“Oh Goddess. Oh Goddess. Oh my Goddess, that was so close,” she gasped out. She caught herself squeezing her own 38Gs, then fought the urge to reach down under her thongs and rub herself to climax. “So horny. I’ve never…oh….Goddess help me. I have to get home and lay low until this passes.”

“Americana! Come to me!” Beast cried in the distance. She could barely hear him, but his voice was so alluring. It tugged at her, making her want to obey.

“No. I’m a superior woman. I’m stronger than you, Beast,” she growled, pulling her nearly shattered self together. But first she had to escape the sound of his voice, and the building before would serve her purpose. So she ran inside, down the hall trying all of the doors looking for the way to the other side of the building. One door came open, so she stepped inside and looked around. “Oh! Geeks?”

“Holy monster tits, it’s Ms Americana,” a chubby, curly haired geek in coke-bottle thick glasses squeaked out.

“Hide the book, Sidney!” another geek cried. He was tall and gangly, with long straight hair parted in the middle and a bandage across his rather large nose.

The first geek, Sidney, reached for it, but hesitated when Ms Americana took a hesitant step towards it. The three geeks formed a semi-circle on the other side of the open book, opposite the voluptuous vigilante.

“Oh shit, we’re in trouble,” the third and last geek whined.

“What the..?” Ms Americana said, and her baby blues locked on the aforementioned book they were all looking at. “The Karma Sutra?”

“It’s not what you think,” the first geek said. “Ain’t that right, Bradford?”

“Yes!” Bradford, the third geek said. “It’s for a class.”

“A class?” Ms Americana said doubtfully.

“Yes. Social studies,” Bradford said.

“Yes. Natural Sciences,” the second geek said. His eyes (all of their eyes) were locked on Ms Americana’s heaving chest. Ms Americana’s eyes were locked on an elaborate sexual position being displayed by the open Karma Sutra. “Speaking of, are your tits…I mean, your breasts all natural?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

The sexy super heroine was hyper horny from that whiff of the Beast’s scent. She could barely breathe, heart racing, throat and chest tight. Her titanic tits were tingling, and her twat was aching terribly for relief. And that damned book had her fertile, oversexed mind working overtime in a very kinky way.

Apparently, she was too obvious. One of the geeks perked up, though still afraid and naturally timid. But this was too good of an opportunity to let pass without at least trying.

“Um…Ms Americana, would you, I mean, do you want to…Um…try some of these positions with us?”

“What are you doing, Jacob?” Sidney cried. “Trying to get us expelled, or killed?”

“I would,” Ms Americana said softly, starting to rub her sensitive nipples through the thin fabric. “I have an idea.”

A tiny part of the legendary super heroine’s brain understood she was under the influence of the Beast’s scent. She understood she had to get alone, and fast or bad things could happen. The vast majority of her mind had no thoughts for the Beast, her reputation, or anything else. Mostly, she wanted to do bad, bad things with those young men.

“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked hopefully.

“YES!” they cried in unison.

She hooked both thumbs under her thong, and slid it straight down her shapely legs. Then she unsnapped her strapless top, and tossed it aside. Jacob gasped, Sidney actually swooned and Bradford whimpered. But within seconds all three geeks manned up, and started pulling off their own clothes.

Ms Americana laid on her left side atop the table. Then she lifted her right leg up so that the red booted foot was right over her head, leaving her pussy and ass wide open to exploration and exploitation. She guided Bradford’s cock into her aching cunt first.

“Uuugggghhh, yes. So good,” the raven-maned beauty groaned wantonly as the short, skinny geek started pumping in and out of her. “Now you, Sidney. Come mount me up the butt.” The chubby geek with the coke-bottle glasses obeyed, and easily slipped into the super sexy heroine’s tight butt. “Ooooooh. Oh, baby, baby, baby, that hit the spot.”

“What about me?” Jacob said, fidgeting nervously. The tall, gangly geek with the long, straight hair was about to burst. “Can I come in your mouth?”

“Oh yeah, baby,” Ms Americana purred. “Come to momma, baby.” He stepped up, and pulled out his cock. The curvaceous super vixen eagerly reached out with her hot, pink tongue to guide him into her mouth. Jacob groaned as he watched his dick slide slowly into her mouth, watching those glossy red lips wrapped around his shaft. Ms Americana closed her eyes and moaned wantonly, “Mmmmmggghh.”

“Oh God, I’m fucking Miss America,” Bradford cried.

“Ms Americana,” the sexy super heroine corrected. “And fuck me harder.” Then she gobbled Jacob’s hard cock back down. “MMmmmmmmggghhhh.”

“Oh man, I’m losing my virginity to Ms Americana!” Jacob cried, head rolled back as she sucked him like a pro. “I lost it before I graduated college, too. Oh YEAH!”

“Me, too!” Bradford cried.

“And me, too,” Sidney groaned out. “My senior year ROCKS now that I’ve fucked Ms Americana.”

Their naïve enthusiasm just stoked the fires of Ms Americana’s ardor. Her spectacular, big-titted body was starting to sweat, glistening, as her pussy and ass began to quiver and convulse, and she grew wonderfully closer and closer to the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate HIGH. Orgasm.

<What ever possessed me to fight my orgasms in the past?> the magically oversexed super heroine thought as she reached the very brink. <Great Liberty, I’m about to…..CUM!>

“Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” the curvaceous vigilante’s mind scrambled, with only one thought present. Give and receive pleasure. She redoubled her efforts on Jacob’s cock, sucking with wild abandon. SLURP! GULP! “Mmmm.” SLURP! SLURP! GULP!

Her wanton scream of pure pleasure sent Jacob over the edge first. He dumped an extraordinarily large load of cum in her eager, sucking, gulping, slurping mouth. She swallowed eagerly, hungrily. SLURP! SLURP! GULP! And came again.

“Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Oh yes!” Sidney cried, ejaculating deep up her butt. “So good. No one will believe me, but I’m going to tell EVERYONE that I fucked you.”

“Mmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried, her mind now spinning crazily, sexily. “Great Liberty, I’ve been tamed! So good. So, so, so good.”

Only Bradford was still in the saddle, humping madly. When Sidney pulled out of her sweet round ass, he rolled the vivacious vixen onto her back, spread her long legs wide and lay upon her shapely body so that his face landed deep in her legendary cleavage.

“Motor boat!” he cried, with his two friends joining in the cry. He rubbed his face back and forth across her tits fast and hard. “Bbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Hahaha! I love it! I’m the man! I’m the man!”

Ms Americana, the epitome of feminine virtue and self-righteousness, lay before him, arms thrown wide, head lolling about, panting like a bitch in heat, grunting and groaning with each hard, pounding thrust.

“She’s so beautiful,” he said, suddenly filled with her gorgeousness before him, and the knowledge and feeling of his cock inside her. The first time inside any woman. It was glorious. Beyond words. And he couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Oooooooooh, yes!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh Goddess, it is so good,” Ms Americana cried to the heavens. “I am such a slut.”

“You want more?” Bradford said, still humping her pulsing, vibrating pussy.

“I want more.”

“You really want more sex?” Sidney asked.

“More, baby. More. More. MORE,” she cried.

“You heard the lady, boys,” Jacob said, smirking. He picked up the Karma Sutra. “Which position shall we try next?”

It was a long night for the Queen of Justice and her three geeky cohorts in exotic fornication. After that first position, they took her through another thirty before they all collapsed with exhaustion and sexual satiation. Within an hour of her arrival, the adverse affects of the Beast’s scent wore off, but her own natural hedonistic, Aphrodite-gene enhanced body kept her going with wild abandon until the wee hours, until they were all utterly spent.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Two days later, Brenda Wade is watching a video on her desktop computer…

“Goddess, Axanna, what were you thinking?” Brenda whispered, her eyes captivated by what she was watching. Morbid fascination. The scene terrified her in a very basic level.

Amateur video captured Green Spectre attacking the Beast in downtown Delta City, in broad daylight. Green Spectre was in her dark green bustier and thong costume, with black fishnet pantyhose, black stiletto boots and utility belt.

Brenda sat behind her desk, constantly crossing and uncrossing her mile long, black hose sheathed legs. Since her last encounter with the Beast, she lived in almost unbearable horniness. Her libido usually tormented her 24/7, but it was much worse now. A part of her said it was her own fault, for spending so many hours of sexual wildness with those three university seniors, those GEEKS.

“I wonder what they are doing right now?” Brenda mused, baby blues glazing over as she imagined herself being twisted and manipulated into sexy positions so all three of the geeks could fuck her at once. So sexy. So much fun. So…WRONG. “I need a vacation, AWAY from men.”

On the positive side, her sexual frustrations were never higher, so she had enough pent up frustrations after two days to be fully up to power as a super heroine. Her golden power belt was more than a sassy fashion statement once again.

“Oh, that monster,” she growled upon the Beast entering the picture on her computer. He was facing off with Green Spectre, with a disgusting smirk on his super ugly face. The very sight of him, even the mere thought of the Beast, sent the sexy super heroine into a near blind rage. “He’s debased and humiliated beautiful young women too long. He has to be stopped. And fast.”

Unfortunately, she already knew the outcome of Green Spectre’s last stand. She watched with bated breath, not sure if she was filled with dread and sorrow for her lost friend, or just hyper horny watching the sexy, tragic scene unfold. Either way, she unconsciously, gently stroked her own pussy with the tips of her long, delicate fingers of one hand as she watched. There was just something sexy about long nails scraping ever so gently across her most sensitive spots. The super short black mini rode up high on her thighs when she sat, allowing her uncovered twat to be exposed. She also wore a lacy pink bustier, really fit only for sex, but she wore it as outer wear today. The black suit jacket was off, and thrown over the back of her chair. As she watched the video, her chin rested in her free hand, while softly biting the long red nail of her index finger.

“I avenge my daughter!” Green Spectre cried, her hazel eyes wild with animal rage. “I avenge all of the young women whose lives you so wantonly destroy, monster!”

“Come to me, my beauty,” Beast growled in the most sexual manner Brenda ever heard. Her breath caught as the sound of it, her bold finger started rubbing her engorged clit. Even Green Spectre looked rattled, but she shook it off and charged. “How I love the spirited ones.”

“I turn you back into a spirit, you vile creature,” Green Spectre cried. The beautiful blonde super heroine leapt high, lashed out with a black booted foot, and connected with the beast’s head. She hit the ground, and kicked up into his exposed cock and balls. “Take that!”

“Yyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwww! You bitch!” he roared.

Brenda’s finger started rubbing her clit harder. Her body was afire, and her pussy ACHED for hard cock, for divine relief. Her sexy friend looked so powerful and beautiful spinning, kicking, punching, and all around beating her foe down. The Beast looked shocked and distressed. Maybe for the first time, he understood he could be defeated. And that gave Brenda the hope she needed.

“Enough!” Beast cried, backhanding Green Spectre.

The super sexy super heroine was spun complete around by the super powerful blow, and then she dropped to her knees, head spinning. Helpless. Brenda gasped, baby blues going very wide as her finger slipped between her moist, hot folds. Penetration sent a wave of pleasure through her shapely body as she watched the Beast claim his super heroine prize, in the same vile, disgusting manner a baseborn street pimp would.

Brenda vaguely heard horns beeping and shouting down on the street in front of Wade Towers as she watched the Beast rip off Green Spectre’s green top, expose gorgeous white melons. Then he ripped off her thong bottoms, leaving her in boots, gloves, mask and utility belt. He then pushed the helpless heroine to her back on the pavement, and tore open her fishnet pantyhose, before crawling slowly between her wide spread legs.

“Oh Goddess, he’s so big,” Brenda muttered as she watched breathlessly as his cock hardened, and thrust deep into Green Spectre’s bikini waxed blonde twat.

As Green Spectre’s body arched up, and she screamed, Brenda’s back bent back, and she plunged two fingers into her aching pussy. Her fingers matched the Beast’s thrust for thrust, and soon she realized she was on the brink.

“My Goddess, what am I doing?” Brenda gasped out breathlessly, pulling her dripping fingers away from her overheated, highly aroused body.

Green Spectre climaxed at that time. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Brenda watched as a flash of intense light engulfed Beast and Beauty, and then Green Spectre collapsed out of exhaustion or magic. The shouting on the street reached her outer office. Brenda glanced up, barely understanding there was a problem, but then her old dear friend spoke and claimed her morbid attention.

“I am yours, Beast. I am yours, body and soul," Green Spectre panted out. “Command me, master. I live only to please.”

“She’s ruined,” Brenda said, suddenly all choked up. “Her beautiful mind is broken and twisted into that of a sex slave. Forever.”

“Come, my Beauty, let’s go find you a nice pimp to treat you as befitting your new personality,” Beast said, and laughed. He waved, and a solid gold collar appeared around Green Spectre’s throat, with a matching chain leash going to his hand. “Sugar Town or Lower Saxony? Hmmm.”

“Sugar Town’s closer, master, with a lot more horny men and much more variety,” Green Spectre purred sexily. “But Lower Saxony is poorer, which would mean even I would be fucking for crack whore pay. So demeaning. So what turns you on more, master?”

“When I get my hands on you, Beast, I’m going to…”

“Brenda!” the familiar sound of Beast’s voice roared outside her office door.

“Oh Goddess! Not now. I’m not ready!” she cried, jumped up and raced for her hidden apartment door.

“Master, please, I’m yours,” Cindy said. Brenda’s beautiful secretary was firmly under the Beast’s thumb now. Probably all of the office’s women were magically turned into hyper nymphomaniacs. “I’ll do anything you ask!”

“Good. I want you to fuck every man you see,” he commanded.

“That bastard,” Brenda said, slipping into her apartment and locking the door. The Beast so infuriated her. How he so callously enslaved the minds and bodies of women, and cast them aside as if they were just trash. “I’ll KILL him!”

Brenda was in full rage now. Every slight, every hurt and humiliation she’d suffered in her entire life suddenly seemed like HIS fault. She would exact her pound of flesh, too. Right now!

“I am Ms Americana!” she cried, and a flash of light engulfed her, and when the light faded she stood in a classic super heroine pose, wearing her legendary red, white and blue costume, mask and boots. First thing, she reached down to touch her golden power belt, even as she felt the heady power rushing throughout her voluptuous body. She made sure her red gauntlet gloves were on, her tiara, mask, earrings, and choker, too. Nothing was more embarrassing than showing up on a crime scene missing something. People liked to point such discrepancies out, and speculate wildly about how she lost said item. “Beast, your time on this Fair Earth is OVER! This Ms Americana vows!”

The sexy, raven-maned super heroine raced back through the door into her office. She found the Beast sniffing her seat.

“She’s in HEAT!” Beast declared.

“Brenda’s safe from YOU, monster,” Ms Americana cried, driving hard and fast into the mythological creature of her nightmares. “Your unholy reign of terror ends here and now!”

The Queen of Justice was inside his guard. She kicked him in the nuts, followed by a karate chop to the throat, and a thrust kick in the chest that sent him flying over the desk. She jumped over the desk, wanting to drive her five inch stilettos into his hairy chest. But the Beast recovered quickly, and kicked up as she came down upon him.

“Yikes!” Ms Americana cried, sent flying across the office to crash into the wall. “Ack!”

“You are mine!” Beast declared, his voice dripping in raw power.

Ms Americana stiffened, every fiber of her being wanting to obey and submit to her master. But she sucked it up, and steeled herself against his arcane powers. Grinding her teeth to help focus, the sexy super heroine slowly stood up and glowered at the Beast.

“You are strong, Ms Americana. The most powerful Aphrodite woman I’ve encountered so far,” Beast said, smirking. “I feel as if YOU will be the straw that breaks Aphrodite’s back. With your essence, she will be my SLAVE.”

“Or, better, my foot will break your balls,” she growled, and kicked him between the legs.

“Eeeeeeeeeeooooooooowwwwwwwww! BITCH!” he cried, and backhanded her across the office, to crash into and bounce off the wall.

“Ugh!” Ms Americana grunted, falling to her knees, head spinning, body aching. “Must…be….strong.”

“No, you must be FUCKED,” Beast cried angrily.

His slit-pupiled eyes started to glow red. Ms Americana’s baby blues widened. She’d never heard of him doing THAT before. So she picked up a large, comfortable chair and threw it at him. He batted it away easily, but she was following it in.

“I, Ms Americana, vanquish you, monster!” the vicious vigilante vixen cried, landing countless kicks and punches to his midsection. He froze, roaring with pain. “I am the Queen of Justice, and justice is SERVED!”

Ms Americana prepared to deliver the FINAL blow, a super powered kick to the head. Full power. No holding back for fear of KILLING.

“Divine Justice is served!” Beast cried, and punched her in the stomach.

“Ooff! Ack! Guff..ack!” she said, bent over with all of her wind knocked out, her body consumed with agony.

She saw Beast step up to her, a smug smile on his hideous face, and she even saw him wind up for a knockout punch. But she was in no shape to avoid, much less stop it. A second later his massive fist connected with the point of her chin, and Ms Americana flew through the air to land upon her own desk, spread-eagle and unconscious.

“Victory is MINE!” Beast cried to the heavens. “Aphrodite, prepared to be CLAIMED!”

Beast looked down upon her latest conquest with pleased eyes. She was starting to stir. Her strength impressed him. She would be the ONE. He knew it. Her divine essence was so powerful, so alluring he knew it would be enough to give him all the power he needed to enslave Aphrodite, and force all of the goddesses in all of the heavens to their knees, force them to do his bidding for all of eternity.

With a wave his hand enchanted golden chains appeared and bound her wrists and ankles to the four legs of the massive, heavy desk. Even a goddess couldn’t break those chains, so Ms Americana would not escape him again.

The Beast reached over and yanked off her strapless top. Her huge white melons fell out, jouncing sexily before his aroused eyes. His monstrous cock began to rise.

“What? Where…where am I?” Ms Americana groaned. “What happened? Oh, my stomach, my head…oooohhh.”

“Look around, Ms Americana, it is the end of the world as you know it,” Beast said. He grabbed her red, white and blue thong. Rrrriiiipppp! He paused to admire her ripe, glistening pussy lips and neatly trimmed, bikini waxed pubic patch. He pulled her pussy lips open with both thumbs, then pushed the head of his huge cock inside. “Mmm, you are very warm and very wet.”

“Get out of me, you fiend!” she cried, wild-eyed. “I am a superior woman, and not for the likes of YOU!”

“No, you are a mere mortal, and I am a GOD,” he said, pushing in half his cock.

“Uuuuuuuggggggggggghh…too big…too big,” she squeaked. “Oh Goddess, get it out. Hurts. Ooohhh.”

He pulled it almost out, with just the head inside her, before reaching over and grabbing both of her massive mammaries with both of his massive hands. Fondling her roughly, he thrust all the way inside the sexy super heroine, going excruciatingly slow so he could savor his ultimate victory all the more.

“Ack! Aaaaaaggghhh. Ooooh, Goddess, he’s splitting me in half! Uuggghhh,” Ms Americana cried, body tensed and straining at the chains. “Great Liberty, it…hurts….REALLY GOOD!”

“Haha! You are as bad as your ancient ancestor, Aphrodite,” he laughed. “She’s an even greater WHORE.”

As soon as he penetrated her sacred body, Beast began absorbing her essence. She would have to be climaxed to steal it all, but it was already pretty heady with raw power streaming into him through his cock.

“I grow eager to end this, and claim my prize,” Beast said. He released all of his power, that he’d been holding back to allow him to savor his victory more.

“Ugh, that smell…so foul, but so…sexy…so alluring…..so oooooh,” Ms Americana gasped out.

Beast watched as the anger and repulsion faded from her face, replaced with eagerness and LOVE. Love and adoration. And uncontrollable animal LUST.

“Oh, master, I am yours. Ravish me. Please, I hunger so terribly,” Ms Americana panted out, voice deep with lust.

“As is proper. This will be your natural state of mind and body from now on, Ms Americana. As I command, make it so,” Beast rumbled, enjoying the profound change he just forced upon the gorgeous super heroine. She would be the most sexually ravenous of all the vanquished heroines he left behind. He felt her tits swelling within his firm grasp, becoming firmer. He grinned, and squeezed. Milk squirted out of both swollen, erect nipples. “Haha! You are the milkiest of them all, Americana! I like it!” Beast started really pounding her tight twat, pistoning his thick shaft in at super human speed. The big titted super vixen’s essence began flowing into him faster. So heady. Ms Americana’s superb body was held perfectly still by his enchanted chains, and he felt her reaching the breaking point, the point of no return, a MONSTER CLIMAX. He squeezed her tits, spraying milk into his jubilant face, crying out, “I claim your body! I claim your LOVE and ADORATION! I claim your soul!”

He came, spewing divine seed deep into her body. Ms Americana instantly climaxed, too.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“I claim your ESSENCE!” he cried as white light engulfed them. All of her power, her strength, her GLORY, flowed into him in an erotic rush as her shapely body climaxed over and over and over. Then as the very last of her super human essence was absorbed, he heard a horrified wail of despair in the Heavens. “I claim VICTORY!”

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried. “I am TAMED!”

“I am yours, Satyr,” Aphrodite groaned out miserably, appearing out of thin air already on her knees. “Though the very Heavens weep and despair, I am yours to command.”

The Beast looked into the gorgeous goddess’s baby blue eyes, longing for her full, glossy red lips and big juicy tits. Indeed, she had a body just a tad shapelier, bigger busted, than Ms Americana. Not by much, though. Her glossy black hair was curly and full, and hung past her sweet round butt. She knelt before him in a skimpy white gown with golden belt and decorations, bedazzling in sparkling diamonds, silver and gold jewelry.

The most beautiful creature in the universe.

“You are mine, Aphrodite. I have toiled for five thousand years to possess you, and I have succeeded,” the Beast growled with sexual hunger. “Your bed is no longer denied. I claim my prize.” He grinned, glanced at his huge cock, dripping with his and Americana’s comingled cum. “Eat me.”

“Yes, master,” Aphrodite said, opened wide and gobbled him down. “Mmmmmmm.”

The chains holding Ms Americana vanished. She looked up with bleary, worshipful eyes. A goddess, literally glowing, knelt before her master and hungrily sucked, licked and nibbled his giant cock. Ms Americana’s body ached for more, and she envied that bitch’s luck to have her master’s full attention.

“May I play too, master?” Ms Americana said, sitting up, rubbing her silky thighs together as she watched Aphrodite’s head bobbing, glossy black hair bouncing, huge tits jouncing.

“Yes, you may, but with mortals, Americana,” he said. “Go be the wanton slut you were born to be!”

With that the Beast and Aphrodite vanished in a flash of light.

“Oh master,” Ms Americana groaned, heart aching and body in worse shape.

“Ms Americana? Are you all right?” a Wade Security guard said, moving in cautiously. “Is Ms Wade in here?”

“Ooh, you’re a big boy,” Ms Americana said, sliding off the desk and strutting towards him. “You want to play with me?”

He looked startled, then super horny as his eyes roamed up and down her spectacular body. She knew he wanted her, but something was keeping him back.

“I have to ensure Ms Wade’s safety first,” he said, voice full of pain and regret.

“No problem,” she said, and pulled off her mask. “Peek-a-boo, it’s sex time for me and you!”

“Huh? Ms…Wade? Ms…Americana? Ms….,” he said. Then she dropped to her knees, unzipped him, and sucked in his hard cock. “Oh yeah.”

Five more security men and two top executives rushed in. They stopped and gawked.

“Line up, boys,” the guard said with a strained voice. “The boss lady is giving out really great bonuses. Oooh, yeah.”

THE END