DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Got Gal, Got Chic, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl, Amazing Babe, Lady Midnight, Champion Girl and Azure Angel are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains, like Captain Jack and Erica Sambino.

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Just a side note: This is the 100th Super Heroine short story (not counting novels) that I wrote. I made it longer and more elaborate, in the hopes of making it more special. A writer's centennial story should be special. Hope you all enjoy it.

MS AMERICANA: BOOTIE CALL

By Dark One

Ms Americana narrowed baby blue eyes behind her star-spangled, blue mask. The audacity of the smugglers amazed her. And infuriated her. They were smuggling the stolen museum artifacts out in broad daylight, and right under the nose of Delta City's inept police and customs officials.

"I'm so going to enjoy kicking their butts," Green Spectre said.

"Me, too," Ms Americana said. Then she cut her gaze to the long, black limo overseeing it all. "I can't wait to snap the cuffs around Erica Sambino's wrists."

"I know," Got Gal said, grinning fiercely behind her white mask. "We've waited a long time to catch her red-handed. Even her high powered lawyers won't get her out of a prison sentence this time."

The three super heroines were decked out in their distinctive costumes. Ms Americana and Got Gal wore bikini costumes: Ms Americana's was red, white and blue, patriotically themed, while Got Gal went totally white with gold trim and decorations. Green Spectre wore a darker costume: Dark green and black bustier, fishnet pantyhose and boots.

Behind the three super heroines stood their eager eyed sidekicks. Flag Girl wore a red, white and blue costume like her mentor, Ms Americana, though a more subdued top, mini skirt and boots outfit. Spectre Girl also wore a dark green costume like her mentor -- top, short shorts and boots. The shapely African American sidekick, Got Chic, wore a two-piece bikini costume, white, like her mentor Got Gal, but it covered far more than her mentor's super skimpy costume did.

Ms Americana froze, baby blues locked on four mob goons carrying two long, wooden crates aboard the private yacht they were using to smuggle their stolen goods. The super sexy super heroine had an idea what, or who, was inside those uniquely shaped crates. She suspected they contained two super heroines that went missing the night the goods were stolen: Champion Girl and Azure Angel. They were tasked with guarding the exhibition by Commissioner Borden. It looked like Erica was shipping those unfortunate women out of the country as well. Probably sold them to Columbian Drug Lords.

"Ladies, it's party time," Ms Americana said, adjusting the golden power belt resting across her well rounded hips. "No quarter asked, no quarter given."

# # # # #

"Woo-hoo! What do we have here?" Captain Jack Burrows said. He was a tall and lanky man, with long dark hair and beard. He fancied himself a swashbuckling sort.

"Special delivery for Senor Alvarez," Big Mike said. Unlike the other crates they placed down below, those last two, long crates were strapped to the deck dangerously close to the edge. "If you are stopped by the Coast Guard, kick those two crates over the side first. There are holes in them, and they are weighed down. They'll sink fast."

"What's inside?" Jack said.

"None of your business," Big Mike said.

Jack knew what all the other crates held. He knew exactly who he was working for, and the people he would deliver the stolen museum artifacts to. This wasn't his first run, or even his fiftieth. He knew what was expected of him, and since Erica Sambino paid well, he rarely had any reason to question his orders. But being a big fan of pirate history the stolen goods interested him keenly, and the two mysterious crates intrigued him almost as much.

"What the…" Big Mike said as all hell broke out on the docks. "Super heroines! Come on, boys! Let's get them!" Once off Jack's yacht, the Sweet Lady, Big Mike untied the mooring ropes. "Get out of here fast."

"Aye-yai, Matey!" Jack cried. He cranked up the engine and backed out of the berth quickly. Jack was a lover, not a fighter.

Jack ran the Sweet Lady alone. She wasn't large enough to require a crew. That way he didn't have to split the generous pay Erica gave him.

He barely paid attention to the brouhaha on the docks. That wasn't his concern. It was smooth sailing from now on out. Instead, once he got Sweet Lady out of the harbor, and out on the open sea, he set his sails and locked down the wheel. That would give him a few minutes down below to peruse the ill gotten loot. He always enjoyed looking over whatever he was smuggling.

The first crate held clothes. Pirate clothes. That included a dusty, black three-corner hat and blue velvet jacket with gold buttons and tails. He couldn't help himself. Jack pulled on the jacket, which fit perfectly, and then donned the hat. As soon as he put on that hat a tingling warmth flooded his body. His eyes went wide as he felt the magic infuse his body.

"Oh, that's interesting," he said, heart pounding as he waited to see what happened next. Nothing happened.

An especially fierce gust hit the yacht. He heard something snap up on deck and rushed up. One of the two long crates snapped the ropes holding it down. It was starting to slide over the edge.

"No!" he cried, throwing out a hand. He felt warmed flow down that arm, and beyond. A second later the crate stopped, shuddered, and then slid back up on deck. "Oh, sweet. How'd that happen?"

After looking around deck, ensuring everything was ship-shape, Jack went over to the now unsecured crate. He frowned at it, then at his hand. Finally, he touched the hat and looked at the crate.

"Rise," he said, and the crate began to rise up slowly. "Sweet. Now, back to deck." He grinned mischievously. "Open…um…says-ah-me."

And the crate's lid popped right over, revealing a tall blonde beauty stretched out. She was obviously a super heroine, since she wore a yellow mask, red, yellow and black costume and black boots. Champion Girl, if he remembered his Delta City super heroines. She was a rare beauty, despite hiding behind a mask and having a canister of chloroform fastened over her mouth and nose.

Jack reached down and caressed her twat through the thin costume bottoms, seeing her camel toe clearly and noticing the costume was still sticky with cum and pussy juices. He grinned and went over to the other crate. That lid popped open just as easily. Inside was a beautiful Asian super heroine in blue and black.

"Oh, my personal favorite," he said. He reached inside and pulled the clear plastic gas mask off, to see her beautiful face better. "Azure Angel. Yummy. This will be the sweetest run ever with those two beauties to keep me company."

# # # # #

"Surrender or know our wrath, miscreants!" Ms Americana called.

The six super heroines stood side-by-side, striking arrogant super heroine poses. The dockworkers and mob goons just stopped and gawked at them a long moment. Even the Sambino Family boss, Erica, could only stare open-mouth a long second. Erica recovered first.

"Kill them!" Erica cried. "Kill them all, and bring me their heads."

Two things happened in the next instant. The dockworkers all ran away and the goons all charged the super heroines. Ms Americana shook her head woefully. There were six super heroines, and only a measly twenty goons. She felt insulted.

"The boat is leaving," Got Gal said, pointing.

"It's a sailboat, so can't get far," Green Spectre said. "We'll kick mobster butt, then go fetch the stolen loot."

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Spectre Girl said, big blue eyes filled with wicked glee as she smacked her fist into her palm and eyed the goons racing towards them. "Let's go dance with the ugly boys!"

As one six brightly costumed super heroines charged forward. Ms Americana was in the middle of their line, with Flag Girl, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl to her left, and Got Gal and Got Chic to her right. The sexy super heroines spread out as they charged forward, just enough to give each other some "kicking room."

Ms Americana kicked the first goon she reached in the chin. He went down like a sack of potatoes. Baby blues sparkling, she sent a left hook into the chin of the next man, and a right cross into the face of the next. And she was past them.

"That was easy," she said, knowing that if each of the heroines took out three villains, then they would have almost all of them and the battle would be over. So she headed straight for Erica Sambino before she could reach her limo and leave. But found a mountain of a man between her and Erica. "Oh, Big Mike. Long time no see. When did they let you out of the slammer?"

"Last week," he said, cracking his big knuckles. He was seven feet all, four hundred pounds of muscle and bad attitude. "Now it's time to pay you back for sending me up the river, Ameri-bitch."

The Queen of Justice darted in, under his guard and kicked the back of his left leg. He went down on one knee, and she took a swing at his face. He was too big, strong and good of a fighter to toy with. Beside, she had to get past him and to Erica before she escaped. But Big Mike surprised her and seized her wrist, using her momentum and flipped her over and to the ground.

He was on his feet in a flash, and stomped down on her belly, doubling the sexy super heroine up. But she grabbed his foot, twisted and sent him to the ground. A second later she was on her feet and aiming a brutal kick at his chin. But before she could complete the kick Erica slammed into her from behind, sending them both down atop Big Mike.

Big Mike laughed and wrapped his massive arms around her, pinning the super heroine's arms to her side. Erica immediately went for the fastener on Ms Americana's legendary golden power belt. But that belt couldn't be removed if she willed otherwise, so the beautiful, dark-haired mobster's efforts were fruitless, and would've been better spent finishing off the vivacious vigilante.

"Fools," Ms Americana growled, slamming a brutal knee into Big Mike's groin and breaking his hold on her. She smashed an elbow into the side if Erica's head, sending her rolling away. "You had me dead to right for a second there, but like all criminals you screwed up royally. I win."

Jumping to her red booted feet, the Queen of Justice surveyed the battle ground. There were only a few mobsters on their feet. The battle was theirs, as if there was really any doubt. She caught Got Gal's attention.

"Why don't you and Got Chic go fetch that runaway smuggling yacht!" she cried, pointing to the little ship now just a dot on the horizon. "We have it under control here."

Got Gal looked around, nodded and grinned. She gave Ms Americana the thumb's up, and called to Got Chic. A second later the two white bikini clad beauties were streaking up and away. For a brief second, Ms Americana watched them flying and wished she could fly like that.

The clatter of stilettos caught her attention. Flag Girl was running her way. The beautiful blonde teenager was grinning with victorious glee. She so loved a good knock-down, drag out fight. And as fights went, this one was pretty uneventful.

Suddenly, Flag Girl looked alarmed and pointed behind her mentor.

"Ms A! Erica!"

"What?" Ms Americana said, starting to turn around. Was Erica slipping away? She wouldn't allow that to happen. Then as she turned, she caught a glimpse of dark brown hair just behind her, then felt a feminine arm wrap around her. A second later a cold knife was pressed against the stunned super heroine's slender throat. "Oh!"

"Don't move, or I'll kill you," Erica sneered into the sexy super heroine's ear. Ms Americana froze, as did Flag Girl. "Hands up."

"You won't get away with this, Erica," Ms Americana said. She raised her red gloved hands, lifted her chin arrogantly high and thrust out her massive tits. "Justice always prevails."

"Save your super bimbo sermons for someone else, Ameri-twit," Erica said. Then to Flag Girl, "Come here. Hands up. That's right. Not too fast. Good girl."

"No! Flag Girl, save yourself," Ms Americana cried. Too late.

"If you run away, I'll kill your sexy mentor here, Flag Slut," Erica said.

Flag Girl walked up slowly, hands held high. She was gnawing on her lower lip, obviously worried. Big Mike moved up behind her, but stayed just out of reach. Erica smiled wickedly at her over Ms Americana's shoulder.

"Ok, Flag Bimbo, I'm going to make this easy. I'll count to three. That is how long you have to remove your power belt and toss it at my feet," Erica said. "If I get to three, and the belt is NOT at my feet, then I shove this knife through Ameri-bitch's windpipe."

"No!" Ms Americana said. "Don't do it."

"Please, no," Flag Girl cried. "Can't we discuss this like…"

"One!"

"Yikes," Flag Girl cried, eyes huge and frozen in place.

"Two!"

"Goddess save us!" she cried, reaching back and ripped the fastener apart.

"Three!" Erica cried, and Flag Girl's golden power belt landed at her stiletto heeled feet. "Good girl. Mike, I'm going to count to three again. If Ms Americana's power belt is still on shoot Flag Girl in the back of the head."

Both Ms Americana and Flag Girl gasped, eyes wide, as Big Mike grinned, pulled a big pistol and pressed it to the back of Flag Girl's head.

"One!"
"You'll pay dearly for this!" Ms Americana cried, reaching back and ripping off her own power belt.

"Two," Erica said, and the belt was released to fall across Flag Girl's belt. Erica casually kicked them away, a big smile on her beautiful face. "You're fast, Ms A-hole."

Seconds later three more groggy goons joined them. Then Green Spectre and Spectre Girl came charging over, full of piss and vinegar. But when they realize their friends and comrades' precarious situation they skidded to a halt.

"You should've ran away," Erica said. She laughed. "Surrender, or we kill Ms Americana and Flag Girl."

"Don't do it," Ms Americana cried, but saw they'd already made their decision.

More goons came up behind the sexy mother-daughter crime fighting duo, and within seconds they were being held by two mobsters each. Then Erica picked up the two power belts and ordered the four captured heroines lined up before her.

"What a pretty sight," Erica said, so pleased with herself. "You silly girls all pout really pretty."

Four sets of masked, sullen eyes locked on her and scowled. They were all very unhappy, and that made the sexy mob boss very, very happy. Even as prisoners they struck sexy, arrogant super heroine poses, but with their gloved hands held high instead of upon their well rounded hips.

"I'm in charge now," Erica said. "As long as you do exactly as I command, there will be no problem. Hesitate or refused. Bad shit will happen. Like, bullet through the brain bad. Understand?"
"We understand, Erica," Green Spectre said, hazel eyes flashing. "But you won't get away with this."

"Funny, that's what Azure Angel and Champion Girl said, just before I handed them over to my boys who fucked them both into la-la land ten times over, and they are now en route into white slavery," Erica said. The men all laughed. "You know what I mean?"

"You sick monster!" Ms Americana growled, baby blues flashing.

"Ok, boys, these delicious, scantily clad delights are going to hook their thumbs to either side of their shorts, and slid said shorts down their long legs really slowly," Erica said. "If any of them hesitate, Big Mike will pump a bullet into her sidekick or mentor's head. So let's hope none of these super sluts hesitate. Now, ladies, slide your shorts down your legs, very slowly. Keep your knees locked, legs perfectly straight, and make it pretty."

Ms Americana felt her face flash red hot. So humiliating, but she couldn't hesitate or Flag Girl would die. So she hooked her thumbs under her bottoms on each side as she heard Spectre Girl unzipping her shorts, then as one all four super heroine prisoners slid their bottoms down their mile long legs.

"Excellent. You've always said you were superior women, and apparently you are smart enough to obey orders when you are caught," Erica said. "I had my doubts. Now, ladies, grab your ankles and hang on for dear life. The first one that lets go of her ankles will be shot in the head."

A cold chill rolled through Ms Americana's statuesque body. It didn't take much of an imagination to see where this was going. She heard zippers behind them. Then hands on her silky soft hips.

"Did you sluts know that sodomy is against the law in this state? Go figure," Erica said, grinning with wicked delight. "Boys, sodomize them. Remember girls, if you break position I'll kill you."

"Uuuuggghhh," Ms Americana groaned, feeling Big Mike's enormous cock penetrate, then thrust deep into her butt hole.

"Holy Butt Buster….Aaaaahhhhhh," Flag Girl cried. "Oh, Goddess, he's ripping me in half."

"Yeeooowww!" Spectre Girl cried.

"Sweet Goddess save uuuuuuuuuusssssssss! Ugh! Ugh!" Green Spectre cried.

Soon the four mobsters had their rhythm going, banging the hapless heroines mercilessly. For their part, the sexy super heroines hung onto their ankles for dear life.

Within a moment or two the excruciating pain dissipated within the Queen of Justice's rump. Then the pleasure began to seep in. Building with each thrust. Soon the butterflies filled her belly, and that liquid heat began to build. The real possibility of being sexually tamed occurred to her.

Ms Americana rolled her head around, tightening and loosing her grip around her booted ankles. Every so often one of them let out a soulful moan or groan, unable to contain themselves. The goons all gathered around them, watching and cheering on their evil brethren. Even some of the dockworkers returned, to watch with eager eyes as Delta City's most beloved heroines were reamed out anally.

"Er-eek-kaa!" Ms Americana cried, grunting out each syllable of her name in conjunction with Big Mike's deep, powerful thrusts into her helpless body. "As….a….wo…man….you….should ….be….ter…ribly…of….fended….by…this!"

"Oh, yes, I find all four of you terribly offensive! But I'm enjoying watching you get reamed out in punishment."

"You will pay for this outrage!" Ms Americana cried, feeling her body starting to go over the edge. "I will have my revenge! This Ms Americana swears! Ugh! No! Great Liberty, no! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Like a yawn, Ms Americana's climax proved contagious. First Green Spectre, then Spectre Girl and finally Flag Girl, all screamed their own orgasms. The watching me cheered, and a party atmosphere developed.

# # # # #

Captain Jack groaned with pleasure. He was inside Azure Angel's crate with her. The sexy super heroine's booted feet were thrown up, over and outside of the crate, leaving her snatch exposed and easy to exploit. He had removed her top and bottoms, and mounted her with relish. Yes, Captain Jack was humping the helpless, unconscious super heroine with wild abandon.

"Oh yes! That's it. That's it, baby," Jack cried out. Suddenly, he shuddered and shot his wad deep inside the gorgeous Asian Avenger. "Oh yes."

Sitting up, he let out a big gust of breath and smiled as he panted.

"That's right, sweetheart, you are my first super heroine," he said. Looking over at the other crate. "But not the last. Ha!" Then a movement caught his eyes, and he raised them a bit higher. "Oh. What's that?" It only took a few seconds to figure it out. "Oh crap, Got Gal and Got Chic! Just my luck, flying super heroines are involved. I hate that."

Testing his magic, Jack tried to reach out and slap them out of the sky. Didn't work. Nothing happened. So he reached down to the sea, and caused a torrent of angry water to rise up at them. But they proved too maneuverable and easily flew around everything he threw at them. Within a few minutes two super heroines landed on the other end of his yacht.

"Perhaps you don't understand nautical traditions, ladies, but you are not allowed to come aboard a ship until the captain gives his permission. I have not given you permission," Captain Jack said haughtily. "I'll have to ask you to leave."

They smiled grimly. He saw them look at their helpless super heroine comrades, and saw the anger building. Jack suspected they had no intention of being reasonable. Women were like that, and super heroines were worse. Heroines were so holier than thou. Made him sick.

"I suggest you surrender, miscreant," Got Gal snarled as she led Got Chic down the side of the deck, towards the back and Jack. Jack stepped behind the wheel and waited, an innocent look on his face.

"I'm not a miscreant. I'm a captain. At sea, a captain's word is law," he said.

"You, sir, are a criminal," Got Chic said haughtily. "And you are about to go to prison for a long, long time."

"Really?" Jack said, as they neared his position. He glanced to the right, smiled at the sight of the thick boom. And spun the wheel. The small ship turned abruptly, the wind direction changed in relation with the ship and her direction, so the boom swung across the deck to correct.

"Eeks!" Got Gal cried, and ducked just in time.

"Ugh!" Got Chic cried, smashed between the eyes by the boom.

"Great Goddess of Got! Got Chic!" Got Gal cried, turning to her falling sidekick.

Jack used his newfound power to seize the boom magically, and pull it back savagely across the deck again. Got Gal turned just in time to see it swinging back before it waylaid her as well.

Running over, Jack found neither super heroine unconscious. They were stunned, but recovering quickly. So he took his blackjack and pounded them unconscious. Took longer and more effort than he thought it would, but they were soon out cold and helpless.

"Woo-hoo! I got me some more super heroine bootie to screw!" Captain Jack cried with delight. Then something shiny caught his eyes. "Oh, what's that? That gemstone is huge!"

Jack plucked the pink emerald from between Got Gal's 44DDs, then he took the smaller one from between Got Chic's massive melons. He set them far away from the helpless heroines, near the steering wheel. Then Jack stripped off their tops and bottoms, before binding the dangerous duo up tightly. He tied their elbows together, then tied their wrists together. That done, he laid them face down side by side, and unzipped.

"Now time for the conquering hero to enjoy the fruits of his rewards," Jack said, grabbing Got Gal's flaring hips, and guiding his cock straight up to her pristine pussy. He maneuvered his cockhead through her intimate folds, and pushed in. "Oh, this sweetheart is super tight."

Jack reached round Got Gal and grabbed her massive mammaries. A thought occurred to him. Would his newfound magic grant him his deepest kink?

"Abracadabra…um….give me MILK!"

Captain Jack gave Got Gal's titanic tits a big squeeze, and two thick streams of milk squirted out. He cried out in joy, pulled out of her pussy and flipped the super sexy super heroine onto her back. Then he grabbed a tit, wrapped his lips around a hard, raised nipple and SUCKED. Milk filled his mouth, and he groaned with supreme pleasure.

"Life is good," Jack groaned.

"Not for you, miscreant," a feminine voice with a distinct Asian accent said.

"Oh no," Jack said.

Jack glanced over his shoulder. Azure Angel was standing behind him, glaring daggers, hands on hips. His cum was dribbling down the inside of her thighs and she didn't look too happy. Actually, looked quite angry.

"Let me explain," Jack said, and she cried out in fury and ripped him off Got Gal. "Yikes!"

In her fury, Azure Angel threw the hapless captain over the side of the yacht. Jack panicked for just a second, not wanting to fall into the water. Strangely, he didn't. Jack stopped about ten feet off the boat, and a good five feet above the waves. And hovered.

"This magic hat is sweet!" he cried, laughed and bowed to Azure Angel. "Till we meet again, my beautiful lover."

With that, Captain Jack willed himself up, up and away. And that is exactly what happened. Azure Angel could only watch open-mouthed and simmer.

# # # # #

Got Gal felt better back in her costume. Her 44DDs were aching terribly, so full of milk. That irritated her more than anything. It wasn't the first time she'd been captured, or even forced to lactate. But she really hated the lingering effects of forced lactation. It could take a couple weeks for her tits to get back to normal. But on the positive side, now she was bigger and fuller breasted than Ms Americana.

Got Gal smiled at that thought. Rivalry? What rivalry?

They'd gotten Champion Girl out of her crate and revived somewhat. She was still too groggy to fly. Mostly, the sexy blonde super heroine was laying on deck and staring at the sun, recharging her super powers. Azure Angel couldn't fly at all. And none of them knew how to sail a yacht. But that didn’t matter. She and Got Chic could easily pull the yacht back to Delta City. But first they spent an hour getting the sail down. It was harder than it looked.

Then it took another hour to drag the yacht back against the wind and into the harbor. Once in the harbor, she looked over at the docks and saw something that made her blood run cold. All of her super heroine friends had been captured.

"Azure Angel! Champion Girl! Erica Sambino has the upper hand. We have to go save our friends!"

So Got Gal and Got Chic left the other two super heroine adrift as they flew like bullets straight at the evil bastards fucking their friends into oblivion. Their righteous fury grew white hot as they descended upon that hellish scene.

The mobsters had setup cameras and were filming the rape from five different angles. Erica was acting at director, giving obscene instructions on how she wanted her men to debase, degrade and humiliate the helpless heroines. All of the heroines had that dazed look on their faces that spoke volumes to their fellow super heroines.

"Got Chic, our friends will be no help in this. I'm afraid Ms Americana, Green Spectre and their sidekicks are all thoroughly tamed," the sexy blonde bombshell said. She looked at the docks, seeing Ms Americana's head bobbing quickly up and down a long cock, while another goon reamed her out from behind, all on camera. Green Spectre was on all fours, licking Erica's shoe and being fucked doggie style by Big Mike. And as that was happening, Flag Girl and Spectre Girl were going at each other like sex-starved minx on camera, to the hoots of the goons encircling them. "Do not hesitate or show mercy, or we will join them in debauchery."

The sexy duo streaked in at breakneck speed. None of the mobsters saw them coming. Got Gal went straight for Ms Americana, who was right next to Erica's limo and the easiest to spirit away. She didn't even land, but flew between the men ravishing the sexy super heroine, snatched Ms Americana up and flew her to the top of the nearest warehouse.

"Stay here," Got Gal said, and headed back down.

Got Chic had plowed straight into the men surrounding the sidekicks. Got Gal smiled with supreme pride as she watched her protégé kick miscreant butt big time. Seeing she had the situation there in hand, the vivacious super vixen headed straight for Green Spectre, Erica and Big Mike.

As she flew in, Got Gal sent a powerful fist into Big Mike's face. The mobster was knocked off the beautiful blonde super heroine. Got Gal then backhanded Erica, and turned to Green Spectre.

"Pull yourself together!"

Instead, Green Spectre looked up at her with lusty eyes, and licked her lips as she eyed Got Gal's swollen tits. Got Gal knew she was useless in the fight, and could easily be kidnapped in her delicate condition, so she snatched up Green Spectre and flew her up to Ms Americana. Then she returned to the fight, only to find Got Chic in trouble.

Flag Girl and Spectre Girl were being hurried toward Erica's limo. The beautiful mob boss was standing by the limo's door, urging everyone to hurry. Got Chic had lost her top, so was no longer super strong. The goons had grabbed her, and were pounding her face and belly, beating her into submission.

"Great Goddess of Got, I can't let this happen!"

Got Gal swooped down, bowled over the goons hustling Flag Girl and Spectre Girl towards the limo and streaked straight at Erica Sambino. Capture Erica, and her goons would surrender or run away. Probably run away. Erica saw her coming, though, and jumped inside the limo and slammed the door shut.

"Not this time, Erica!" Got Gal cried, landing beside the door and trying to open it. "She's locked it!"

Got Gal used her super strength to rip the door off. Erica shrieked from inside the limo as Got Gal grabbed her right wrist and jerked her out. Too late the sexy super heroine spotted the taser in her left hand. A second later Erica jabbed it into her right tit and activated.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!" Got Gal cried, her mind scrambled.

She pushed herself from Erica, stumbling back three steps. Big Mike was waiting. He spun her around and head-butted the beautiful blonde super babe.

"Ugh!" Got Gal grunted, stumbling backwards into the limo right rear fender.

"You don't need this," Big Mike snarled, ripping off her top and thus de-powering the statuesque super heroine when she was separated from the Got Emerald.

"Or this," Erica said, ripping off her thong bottoms. "Okay, Big Mike, do what you do best. TAME the super bitch."

"My pleasure," he said, pushing the dazed super heroine back up atop the fender. He spread her long, shapely legs and promptly guided his long, thick cock straight into her glistening pussy.

"Oooh, Great Goddess of Got, I've been penetrated," Got Gal cried as she felt his huge cock push deep into her vulnerable body. She'd already been fucked by Captain Jack, so her body was stimulated in that bad way. Within seconds she was panting, all hot and bothered and felt her titanic tits tingling.

"Look, boss, she's leaking MILK!" Big Mike crowed.

"No! Wait!" Got Gal cried as he grabbed her monster melons, and squeezed them both hard. Thick streams of milk shot out of her nipples. "Oooooooh no!"

"Get me a camera over here pronto!" Erica cried with wicked delight.

Big Mike continued to pump her pussy hard and fast, while sucking on her milky nipples with relish. The combination of cock pumping her and milk flowing proved too much for the oversexed super heroine. She looked left and right, ashamed that they would get perfect camera shots of her climaxing any second now. Then Erica climbed up atop the car, revealing she was running commando, and straddled the sexy super heroine's face.

"Eat me, Got Slut," Erica commanded.

"Mmmmuuuuuuuggghhhh," Got Gal groaned, and started licking and sucking on that wet twat. Erica ground her pussy into Got Gal's mouth, and that just stoked her libido more and more. Before she knew it, Got Gal felt the mad rush to climax. She was defeated and unable to fight it off, so was engulfed in frighteningly powerful passion and pleasure. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Hugghhhh! Hhhmmmggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

While Got Gal ate her out royally, Erica bent over and claimed her other nipple. Soon both Erica and Big Mike were gorging themselves of super heroine milk while they fucked the hapless heroine. After a few more minutes Big Mike, then Erica climaxed.

"Oh, that was sweet," Erica gasped out with a big smile. She looked around to find all three sidekicks dazed and bound hand and foot. "Get them into the limo. Fast."

"I don't think so, Erica," Azure Angel growled. The super sexy super heroine was standing atop the limo. Erica's dark eyes dropped to the Asian Avenger's booted feet, and scowled at the sight of how her weight had caved in the roof a bit, and her stiletto heels had scratched it up terribly. "Release our comrades and surrender, or know our fury and wrath!"

"Fury and wrath? Isn't that a little melodramatic?" Erica sneered.

"Not when you can do this," Champion Girl said, stepping around the back of the limo. She sent a bright bold of lightning straight into Big Mike. The huge goon spasmed, stumbled back and leaned heavily on the limo. "And that was low power."

"Well done!" Ms Americana cried, running up with her naked 44DDs flopping all around. Green Spectre was half a step back, hazel eyes full of fury. "We have them now! No one can defeat the Delta City Heroines united!"

"United in stupidity and arrogance," Erica snarled, but realized they were not going to win that fight. "Scatter!"

Without hesitation the Sambino goons and dockworkers darted in every direction. The super shapely super heroines all threw their arms wide, dropping into fighting poses and waited for attacks that never came. Erica slipped into her limo, dragging a dazed Big Mike in after her. The limo tore out a second later, spilling Got Gal on her sweet round butt.

"Damn, they got away!" Green Spectre cried.

"Great Liberty, where are our costumes?" Ms Americana cried, looking all around. "Erica took my power belt!"

"Mine, too, Ms A," Flag Girl said.

Only Got Gal and Got Chic's discarded costumes remained.

"You don't have spares?" Azure Angel said.

"We do," Ms Americana said, now in a truly foul mood. "But they are hard to replace, and having two of them gives Erica something to experiment on. She might find a way to get around them, or worse, reproduce them for herself and her goons."

"Ouch. Just what we need, super powered criminals," Got Gal said, still sitting on the ground and rubbing her tits.

"Yes. If she can reproduce them, and recruit some Aphrodite women to wear them, then she could be a real danger to us all," Ms Americana said.

# # # # #

Captain Jack led this thirty "pirates" aboard "Storm." The USS Storm was an old "tall ship." An old sailing battleship retired and put on display as a tourist attraction in Delta City's harbor. The only one on board when the pirates swarmed on was the night security guard. They chased that poor, unarmed fellow all the way to the stern and laughed when he jumped off into the dark, murky waters.

"Did you say 'Permission to board granted' to the new ship's master and captain? Why thank you my good man. I certainly hope you can swim. Ha!" Captain Jack called down into the dark waters, hearing the guard spitting water and cursing softly. "Don't let Davy Jones catch you down there."

His men were already casting off the mooring ropes and making themselves at home. His buxom first mate, Raquel the Red, had already secured the luxurious Captain's Cabin for him. She stood beside him on the stern castle, wearing a snug black leather vest, black leather low-rider pants and red thigh boots. She also wore black opera gloves, a real cutlass on her flaring hips and lots of gold and silver jewelry at neck, ears and wrists. Her long wavy red hair flowed behind her in the wind.

Raquel the Red was Captain Jack's first recruit. She was from Scotland, gorgeous and tall, and an irredeemable con artist and petty thief before hooking up with Jack. Jack's magic was going to make her rich.

"Hoist the Jolly Roger, maties!" Raquel the Red cried.

"Aye-aye, Red!" the men cried.

Seconds later the infamous black flag with white skull and crossbones was raised high. The men cheered and Jack's heart swelled with joy and pride. He was FINALLY becoming the pirate he was destined to be. He would go down in history as the greatest pirate of all time.

"Okay, boys, let's introduce ourselves to the world in a most spectacular way," Captain Jack said, grinning mischievously. "Brenda Wade is hosting Delta City's most lavish charity ball tonight. I say we go and steal from the rich and give it all to the poor."

"What?" Raquel said. Her confusion was mirrored in the faces of the men assembled on the deck below them.

Jack grinned. "After all, who is poorer that US?"

They laughed and cheered. They all thought he was quite the comedian.

"Okay, boys, just like I taught you, raise the sails and let's get underway," Jack cried, raised his arms wide and willed the ship to rise. And float straight up she did, too. Within seconds Storm was a good one hundred feet above the harbor. Jack "pushed" them forward with a thought, aiming towards Wade Manor. "Oh, this night will be glorious!"

Meanwhile, across town at Wade Manor:

"Brenda, you've outdone yourself tonight," Axanna Morgan said.

"Thank you, Axanna," Brenda said, then indicated her sexy ward. "But I couldn't have done it without Lydia's help. She has quite an eye for detail."

Lydia blushed delightfully. The two women smiled warmly at her a long moment. She was decked out in a daring white gown precariously held up with spaghetti straps. In contrast, Brenda wore a very similar, though considerably more daring and revealing, strapless gown that left little to the imagination. While Axanna wore a peach colored gown and her eighteen year old daughter, Summer, wore a red strapless number to rival Brenda's gown for daring. All four women glittered at throat, ears and wrists with fabulously expensive diamond jewelry.

"Brenda, sweetheart, you really know how to throw a party," Angela Grear said, walking up. The other four women raise their eyebrows. She was really pushing it wearing a form-fitting lavender gown. Very daring. "Thanks for inviting me."

"It just wouldn't be a party without you here, Angela," Brenda said, then she and Axanna shared a bemused smirk. "I mean….um…do you want me to bring out the karaoke machine so you can give us your rendition of 'I am Woman?'"

They all broke up laughing. Angela was shocked for a brief second. She'd so hoped everyone had forgotten how drunk she got at the Anderson Ball, and proceeded to make a fool of herself singing all of her favorite songs. But she quickly saw the humor in it and joined in the laughter.

"But of course, and you girls can be my backup dancers/singers," she said. "Let me hear your 'shoo-bie does.'"

"In your dreams, woman," Brenda said, grinning with a twinkle in her baby blues.

"Oh, Brenda!" someone else called across the room, over by the tall windows. "I'm blown away! How did you do it?"

"Do what?" Brenda said, curious to see so many "ooh-ing" and Aw-ing" as they stared raptly out the windows. "Do any of you girls know what they are talking about?"

Tanya O'Donnel, local investigative reporter, came towards them from the window, with her camera-girl in tow. The gorgeous blonde didn't look happy. In fact, she looked quite distressed.

"Ladies, we might have a situation on our hands," Tanya said.

The five women all tensed. Brenda noticed movement outside. Something big looked to be dropping slowly from the sky in her front yard. Did someone hire the blimp to land in her yard. Her first thought was it was one of her enemies, trying to upstage her charity ball.

KA-BOOM!

All the front windows shattered in the massive broadside from Storm. Steel cannonballs ripped Wade Manor's Great Room upper levels to shreds. Chandeliers exploded and rained crystal upon the guests, plaster and wood splinters rained down upon them as well. When she looked up, Brenda saw all of her guests on the floor and a huge hole in the front of her beloved home.

That's when the screaming pirates came charging through. Everyone, Brenda and friends included, were quickly herded into two separate groups: Male and female. They had no choice, since the intruders all carried razor sharp cutlasses. Just like real pirates. They even dressed like pirates. Brenda didn't know what to think.

"What is the meaning of this outrage?" Brenda demanded, and stepped front and center to face the smirking "pirates." Seconds later they parted as a tall lanky man in traditional pirate garb and a spectacular redhead approached.

"Captain Jack Burrows," Tanya whispered. "He was the yacht captain that escaped with magic."

"Really?" Brenda said, frowning. "Apparently he's back, with a vengeance."

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, I pray we're all having a lovely evening," Captain Jack said, giving them all a lazy smile. "Pardon our late arrival, but we shan't take up too much of your precious time."

"That right rich bastards and rich bitches," the redhead said, her fierce blue eyes flashing. "We'll be leaving right after we be relieving you of all that nice, sparkly jewelry. Now, stand and deliver!"

"No!" Brenda cried in outrage. "I am Brenda Wade. I will not allow you to terrorize and rob my guests! Begone, or know my fury!"

Brenda assumed an aggressive pose, full of strength and haughtiness. She was a superior woman, and everyone knew it. Beside her, Angela, Axanna, Tanya, Lydia, Summer and Anita assumed arrogant poses as well. United they stood.

"Boys," Captain Jack said.

A dozen pirates rushed the seven beautiful women. They put up an impressive fight, but in less than five minutes all seven were being held firmly before Captain Jack and Raquel the Red. Raquel stepped up to Brenda, her own 44DDs pressed into Brenda's 44DDs. She reached up, and pulled off the million dollar plus necklace she was wearing, then quickly stripped her of all jewelry, then forced her to strip out of her expensive designer gown. That left Brenda in bra, panties, garter belt and hose. Seconds later her six friends were in the same predicament.

"How dare you! Do you know who we are?" Brenda cried.

"Yes, the hottest tits and ass in this room," Raquel said. "Boys, hold tight." Then to Jack. "Captain, would you like to BLESS them?"

"Yes. Yes I would," Captain Jack said, eyeing their large, nearly naked tits with growing lust.

He stepped up to Brenda, who struggled pathetically as two pirates held her arms tightly. Jack removed her bra, as Raquel reached down and ripped off her thong panties. Then he cupped her amazingly firm and spectacular tits, and willed his magic into them. Brenda gasped and redoubled her struggles, but couldn't escape. The pirates laughed, watching hungrily as their captain enchanted her titanic tits.

"Great….I mean, Oh Goddess! What have you done to my beautiful breasts?" Brenda cried, feeling them burning intensely. Everyone watched in amazement as they began to swell even more. Then Jack reached out and tweaked a nipple, and MILK squirted out. "No! You're turning me into a milk cow!"

Jack and Raquel each took a tit and began suckling. Brenda felt milk flowing into their greedy mouths. Raquel reached down and began to masturbate the helpless billionairess. Soon, the enchanted billionaire babe was writhing wantonly, her spectacular body afire with need and lust and pleasure. She was suckled and masturbated until the brink of climax, when the two pirates stepped back and watched her orgasm rattle her body. Everyone watched with awe as milk fountained out of her massive tits as she climaxed.

As two more pirates took Jack and Raquel's place, Brenda realized that Jack was going down the line forcing all her friends to start lactating. Soon, there were twin lines of pirates up to each of the seven women, all while the other pirates completely robbed all the guests. After all the pirates had their fill of milk, they forced the other guests to line up for some milk. That lasted until all seven women's tits were completely deflated and dried up. Then the pirates bound and gagged everyone, and left

# # # # #

Lady Midnight was out on patrol two nights after the infamous “Wade Manor Raid.” Her pride was still stinging, and she found comfort catching miscreants red-handed and tossing them in jail. But tossing hookers and petty criminals in jail just wasn’t salving her wounded pride.

Then she spotted it.

“Storm! Captain Jack, your ass is MINE!”

The great pirate ship was floating above the city under full sail. She moved slowly and majestically. Lady Midnight had to admit the sight of her was impressive.

“Why do wizards and witches all have to use their powers for evil,” she said.

She ran back to her purple painted motorcycle, hidden in a dark alley. The beautiful African-American super heroine straddled the powerful motorcycle. She glanced up at the slow moving pirate ship and smiled. She was decked out in her infamous purple bustier, shorts and stiletto boots costume, with purple mask and opera gloves.

As she watched, the pirate ship started its descent. Her dark eyes widen, and then she smiled. If they were landing, that meant she really had a chance to get to them. Capturing Captain Jack and his pirates would bring her fame and glory immeasurable. The other super heroines within Delta City would be so envious, especially Ms Americana.

The statuesque super heroine fired up her bike and took off like a bullet. The ship descended faster than she figured, and vanished from sight before she could determine its destination. But she knew the general area, and raced towards that fateful rendezvous. Soon, the BOOM-BOOM of ancient cannons started guiding her to her target.

"Ah, the Delta City Museum. I should've guessed," she said, spotting the pirate ship pounding the front façade of the world famous museum with a full broadside. As she near them, the cannonade ended and pirates poured down the side of the ship, and into the museum. Smoke was rising up from the museum, alarms going off. It was total chaos. "Now it's time for Lady Midnight to put an end to Captain Jack and the pirates of Storm."

Racing up to the ship, which hovered just a few feet off the street, Lady Midnight had to decide where to make her stand. In the museum where the pirates were probably scattered all over the building, over multiple floors and basements? Or between the ship and the museum, where they'd return a few at a time, resulting in a long drawn out battle? Or aboard Storm, where they'd all return and be in one place? By her logic, the only person she really had to defeat and capture was Captain Jack. Once she secured his surrender, the magic would end, the ship wouldn't fly, and the pirates were easy pickings for even Delta City's inept police.

So up a dangling rope ladder the vivacious vigilante went.

"Ah-ha!" Lady Midnight called upon gaining the main deck. There were only three pirates she could see. None of them were Captain Jack or his first mate, Raquel the Red. Those two were obviously inside the museum supervising the sacking. "Surrender now, or know my holy fury!"

Of course, they just grinned at each other and charged her. Men! When would they learn to never underestimate a superior woman? Three men against one super heroine was great odds for her. Bad for them. A brutal roundhouse kick took down the first pirate to reach her. Then she punched the next one on the belly, doubling him up. The third pirate was faster than she thought, and managed to pound a hard fist into her left side. Pain lanced through the super shapely super heroine. She grunted and fell back, twisting away before he could get his stinking hands on her.

Lady Midnight feigned injury and helplessness, luring the leering pirate in close. Then she karata chopped his throat, kneed him in the groin and finally finished him off with an elbow across the face. Then she had to kick the second pirate, who was struggling to his feet, in the chin. After that, the grinning and victorious super heroine dragged those three below decks, tied and gagged them. Truth be known, she rather enjoyed tying up and gagging miscreants, especially since she'd been waylaid, tied up and gagged a good dozen times in her crime-fighting career. Turnabout felt good.

It didn't take long before sirens could be heard approaching. Seconds later the pirates began streaming out of the museum loaded down with stolen bootie. They rushed up the rope ladders. Lady Midnight waited for them on the main deck, between the foredeck and stern castle. She thought of it as the Poop Deck, since she was going to beat the poop out of them all.

"This is for what you perverts did to me and my friends at the Wade Charity Ball," she muttered at the first pirates cleared the ladders and gained the deck. "Hai!"

With that martial arts cry, the much beloved super heroine charged into battle out of the darkness. The pirates were taken completely by surprised. The purple clad super babe kicked and punched their lights out, barely taking the time to pull their limp bodies out of the way so she could take out the next arrivals. Her attack was so fierce and brutal, they had no time to call back the warning until some twenty of the thirty odd pirates were down and out, her prisoners.

"Not looking good for you, Captain Stupid!" Lady Midnight called down after her presence was determined. "I'm between you and escape, and here comes the police."

The remaining ten pirates were already on the rope ladders up, with only Captain Jack and Raquel the Red still on the ground and frowning up at her. They continued up, not knowing what else to do. They were all burdened with bulky bootie from the museum, so doubly cursed and doomed.

"You boys should just surrender now," Lady Midnight called. "You have no chance against me, a genuine super heroine." She grinned victoriously down at their grim faces. "You'd have to all gain the deck unscathed to even have a chance against me, and we all know there is no way for that to happen."

"Well, not all of us," Captain Jack said, soaring up over the side with his magic, and carrying Raquel the Red with him. Then landed up atop the stern castle and looked down upon her with hostile haughtiness.

"I think YOU should be considering surrender, Lady Midnight," Raquel the Red sneered in her thick Scottish accent. "For it is YOU who be trapped."

"Trapped like a rat, babe," Captain Jack said, looking her statuesque body over lustfully. "Come on, surrender sweetly. I promise, I'll be gentle."

"I won't," Raquel said. Then shouting to the pirates on the ladders. "Yo, dogs! I'm going to take care of this super slut, but I be expecting you big boys to hurry up and help me TAME her wild chocolate ass!"

"Mmm, jungle love, baby," Captain Jack said. "Daddy like."

There were just two ladders. About ten feet apart. Two heads popped over the top of the side. Bandana wearing pirate heads. Lady Midnight turned to start kicking pirate butt, when she heard the loud crack of a pair of stiletto boots landing on the deck. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled wickedly.

"You just made a big mistake, Red," Lady Midnight sneered. "You are no match for me one-on-one."

"Not true, Lady Purple Whore," Raquel sneered right back. "Look at me. I be slightly taller than you. I be a bit heavier. Bigger TITS and a better ass. Baby, I'm all Aphrodite, and you know it. I'm just as "superior" and 'super' as you. If not more. After all, YOU don't have any super powers like Ms Americana, Got Gal or Champion Girl. So we're on a par."

"You might be an Aphrodite woman, but there is nothing superior about you, unless you count superior fool for challenging me," Lady Midnight said, and charged the gorgeous redhead.

The two beauties met beside the main mast. Mano-a-mono. Girl on girl.

Lady Midnight got first blood, sending a roundhouse into Raquel's head. The shapely first mate rolled with the blow, her superior Aphrodite body taking the punishment well and starting to heal quickly. She rolled back to her feet and kicked straight up, connecting with a surprised super heroine's chin.

"Ugh," Lady Midnight grunted, falling back a step. She dropped into a fighting stance and the two beauties glared hatefully at each other. "Well, an Aphrodite indeed. I won't underestimate you again, Red."

"Prove it. Surrender to me now," Raquel said, blue eyes flashing triumphantly. "For we both know I'll win this contest. I've taken your measure and found you lacking, babe."

"Lacking," Captain Jack said from above. "But we'll make a lover out of you yet, sweetie."

"Yes, Capt'n, Lady Cocksucker here will FEAST upon pirate cock and cum tonight!"

"Yeah!" the pirates cheered.

That was when Lady Midnight realized the last ten pirates were up on deck. A few of the first men she kicked stupid and captured were starting to stumble back up on deck as well. Suddenly, she realized she had to get off that ship. And fast.

"Up, up and away, my lovely Storm!" Captain Jack called.

Lady Midnight felt the ship start to rise. Within seconds she realized there was no getting off. The fall would kill her.

"Trapped like a rat," Captain Jack called down, and laughed. "My love, please finished her off. The ship's master wants a taste of that sweet brown sugar."

"Aye-aye, Capt'n!" Raquel said, grinning fiercely at Lady Midnight. "If you surrender, we'll go easier on you."

Lady Midnight looked around. All she saw were cold, hateful eyes. Big brutal men, all lifetime criminals and thugs. Mostly, petty criminals. As the Assistant D.A. she'd sent most of them to jail more than once. She even had an upcoming trial scheduled where she planned to send Raquel the Red, real name Raquel Campbell, to prison for many, many years, and THEN have her deported.

“I’ve never been a fan of easy,” Lady Midnight said, preparing herself for the battle of her life.

“Take her!” Raquel commanded.

Pirates rushed the sexy super heroine. All three wielded razor-sharp cutlasses. Lady Midnight pressed a button on her utility belt, and a small canister dropped into her gloved hand. She threw the canister down hard, and was immediately engulf in a cloud of dark purple smoke. The pirates didn’t flinch from the smoke, racing inside the cloud. She was ready, and caught the first pirate on the sword wrist, wrenched it hard and took his cutlass away. Tossing him aside, she ducked and darted out of the cloud.

“Ha! I’m armed with a sword, too,” she cried.

“It’s a cutlass, Lady Dimwit,” Raquel sneered, pulling her cutlass.

Lady Midnight rushed Raquel, cutlass flashing. The beautiful redhead met her halfway, proving she had more than an acquaintance with edged weapons. They clashed as more and more pirates gathered up on deck, cutlasses in hand. Soon Lady Midnight had thirty armed men surrounding her, ensuring she would not escape.

“Surrender, Lady Midnight,” Raquel said. “We all know there is no escape for you. Make it easy on yourself. Submit to our will, and we might be merciful.”

“Make me surrender, miscreant. I am one of Delta City’s premier super heroines. Surrender and submission are not in my vocabulary,” the statuesque super heroine said. But then Raquel parried her stroke, flicked her wrist and cutlass in a way Lady Midnight never saw before, and disarmed the sexy African American super babe. “Eeks! What? How did you…oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Raquel said, grinning victoriously as she placed the edge of her cutlass across Lady Midnight’s throat. The beautiful heroine froze, stiffened and stood very tall. Eyes wide, she didn’t fight them as pirates seized her arms, pulled them back and tied her wrists together. “And you are ours.”

“You’ll pay dearly for this,” Lady Midnight said, tugging futilely at the ropes binding her wrists. Raquel used her cutlass to cut off Lady Midnight’s top and bottoms, leaving her in nothing but gloves, boots and mask. “Oh, you…you…you’ll get yours someday, miscreant.”

"But you're going to get yours NOW, Lady Midnight-delights!" Raquel said.

The vanquished vigilante was taken to the main mast. The shapely beauty was bound to the mast, wrists crossed and lashed down above her head. Then her booted feet were picked up and pulled back, to be bound behind the mast. Raquel stepped up close, lifted the vanquished super vixen's chin with a finger, and then looked deeply into her dark eyes.

“You be a lovely little lassie,” she said, and slowly pressed her own ruby reds into Lady Midnight’s full purple lips. Her delicate, feminine hands are all over the captured heroine’s massive tits, hard belly and bikini waxed pussy. “Mmmmmmm.”

Halfway through that passionate kiss, Raquel found Lady Midnight's engorged clit, and began rubbing it vigorously with her index finger. The effect was profound on the hapless heroine. "Hhhuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm."

Lady Midnight couldn't believe the Scottish redhead took her from cold fish to hyper horny in sixty seconds flat. Despite her resolve to "give them no pleasure" the super sexy super heroine began to squirm, writhe and moan prettily. But she couldn't help it after that liquid heat filled her loins and then her entire body.

Raquel held out a hand, and another pirate placed a strap-on with a ten inch cock in it. Lady Midnight's eyes widened as the statuesque redhead put that on around her well-rounded hips, then gave it's thick length a few strokes.

"She be a beauty, right, Lady Fuck-us-all-night?"

"You can't possibly be planning to use that on me?" the sexy super heroine cried, her body tingling with anticipation despite the horror the sight of it produced. "I'm a paladin of Truth, Justice and VIRTUE!"

"Oh, poor baby," Raquel said, all sad and pouty. "You're afraid I'm going to despoil your virtue. Tsk Tsk Nothing is further from the truth. I'm not going to despoil anything. I'm going to FUCK you STUPID."

With that, Raquel moved up, pressed the cold head of the ten inch dildo to her pussy lips, and PUSHED in. Pushed hard, driving the thick dildo deep.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Lady Midnight cried, back arching away from the mask.

"I knew you'd like that, Midnight-gang-bang Girl," Raquel sneered. She reclaimed the sex befuddled super heroine's sweet lips again, thrusting her tongue in deep. Then she reached up and started caressing, squeezing and pinching those incredible chocolate tits, all the while banging the bejesus out of Lady Midnight's twat. "Sing for us, Lady Sweet Puss!"

"Oh Goddess! Oh! Oh Goddess! Feels….too….good," Lady Midnight cried, stunned that her luscious body would betray her so thoroughly and enjoy her ravishment so much. "So wrong. Oh! Oh no! I can't….I mustn't …I….I….I AM CUUUMMMINNNGGGG! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"She be ready, Capt'n!" Raquel said. "Very ready."

"You're a monster," Lady Midnight groaned.

"And you be a born and bred SLUT," Raquel sneered.

Then Captain Jack showed up, stealing all of Lady Midnight's attention. Well, his exposed and erect cock stole her attention. She couldn't take her eyes off of it, and why was her mouth watering? Why were strange and erotic daydreams popping in her head suddenly, unstoppable? She licked full purple lips and looked up into his bemused face.

"Hello, Sweetheart," Jack said. "Ready for a romp? I am."

"You won't get away with this," Lady Midnight whispered as she watched him guide his cock to her pussy. He rubbed his cock head all over her waxed nether lips, which she felt intensely. Her throat tightened and her breath caught as he began to slowly push into her body. Her shapely body was instantly afire, eager to begin. She gasped and groaned, back arching and eyes closing as she reacted to beyond believe pleasure and stimulation. "I am not worthy."

"I know I'm good, but please don't belittle yourself," Captain Jack said.

"Belittling you be our job," Raquel said, and the pirates all laughed.

"Oh!" Lady Midnight cried when Jack suddenly slammed his cock all the way in.

"This be very Shakespearean, mates," Raquel said. "The Taming of the Super Shrew!"

More wild cheers. Then Jack grabbed her bouncing, fat tits and milk squirted out to cheers. Jack cried, "She gives us MILK!" And Lady Midnight's titanic tits ached and tingled while milk began to dribble from her swollen nipples. Then Jack gave them both big, hard squeezes and milk fountained out over his shoulders to the wild cheers of the other pirates.

"Oh Goddess!"

"Line up, boys!" Jack cried. "I'm so excited I won't last…uh…long."

Captain Jack started sucking hard on her nipples, drinking her mother's milk greedily. That stoked her libido to new heights. Pushed her right up to the edge of ultimate pleasure. She knew if she climaxed now, it would tame her.

Lady Midnight's big brown eyes crossed. She heard them talking, heard them mocking her, but barely registered it. All the super sexy super heroine could concentrate on was that COCK going in and out of her very responsive body. She understood it felt as good as it did because Raquel had already climaxed her, had fired her body up and set in on the path to ultimate pleasure and super heroine Hell.

Suddenly, Captain Jack started filling her snatch with hot cum, and that was too much for the sexy super heroine. That pushed her over the edge. The statuesque super heroine knew it was the Big One. The orgasm that would be the final nail in her super heroine career coffin.

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, two thick streams of milk shooting from her tits with each orgasm. "Oh Goddess, they tamed me! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, so tamed! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Who are you, me pretty, all defeated and vulnerable," Raquel whispered in her ear, then kissed and nuzzled it. She lovingly caressed Lady Midnight's beautiful, masked face. "Capt'n, do you be ready to see the face of this piece of skanky fuck meat?"

"Aye," Captain Jack said, still pumping in and out of the hapless heroine's quivering pussy.

Raquel reached down and suddenly, surprisingly, started to furiously rub Lady Midnight's hyper sensitive clit. The sexy heroine gasped and groaned, back arching away from the mast she was so sexily bound to.

Raquel whispered into the helpless heroine's ear, "Say, 'I am yours, master.'"

"I-I-I am yours, master," Lady Midnight gasped out.

With that, Raquel reached back up and pulled off her mask.

"The assistant DA trying me own case?" Raquel crowed with joy. "Too sweet!"

"Oh my ……Uuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Lady Midnight groaned, climaxing again. "I am ruined, tamed and enslaved. I am YOURS!"

Captain Jack pulled out and stepped aside. The first pirate moved up. She recognized him. A habitual criminal. He was big, black and very, very angry.

"You sent me to state prison twice, and county lock up five times," he growled, shoving his long, thick cock deep into her throbbing cunt. "I'm going to FUCK you in every orifice of your body. Vengeance is mine."

# # # # #

“Ms Am….er, Brenda, look!” Lydia cried, pointing out of Brenda’s top floor office floor to ceiling windows.

Brenda glanced up from her computer. Annoyed. Her beautiful protégé almost made a terrible gaff, even though they were alone inside her office.

Lydia was decked out for school. The college sophomore wore a red micro mini, matching short midriff top and red Mary Janes with four inch stilettos. While Brenda wore a short black skirt, white blouse and snug gray blazer. While Lydia’s hair was long, silky and loose, Brenda’s shimmering black locks were piled atop her head, and she hid her face behind unneeded glasses.

“Just tell me,” Brenda said. “I’m very busy.”

“It’s the pirate ship, Storm.”

“They’re back?” Brenda cried.

Storm vanished off the face of the Earth after Captain Jack’s raid on the museum, where Lady Midnight was captured and taken away. No one had seen them anywhere. Most believed the pirates scattered to the four winds to enjoy their ill-gotten wealth. Brenda had begun to believe it so, after a month. But there they were.

“Storm,” Brenda said, scowling.

Both women instinctively reached up and caressed their large breasts. They were just recovering from the forced lactation Captain Jack had forced upon them. The night of the charity ball had turned into a nightmare, and public relations nightmare. Brenda, Axanna and Tanya had public sympathy from their “tragedy.” But Brenda’s aura of invincibility was seriously tarnished. Her enemies had pounced at once. Wade Enterprises stocks were still down twelve points, and she’d lost some very personal and important battles with her enemies.

She really wanted to get her pound of flesh out of Captain Jack’s rump.

“Quick, to the secret elevator,” Brenda cried. She pushed two buttons on her desk. All of her doors locked tight and her secretary was buzzed. “Samantha, I’ll be staying a lot later than anticipated. You go ahead and leave. I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”

With her office finally cleared out and secured, Brenda joined Lydia in the secret elevator. They descended to a basement below the lowest level of the building’s underground garage. There they found spare costumes and power belts. They quickly dressed and jumped upon matching racing motorcycles, painted in their red, white and blue theme. They roared down a three mile long tunnel, a former and forgotten subway tunnel Ms Americana had co-opted for her own purposes. They came out inside a practically abandoned warehouse district. No witnesses.

Within moments they found Storm and began to pace it from below. Both sexy super heroines smiled, eager to exact their revenge for being so terribly mistreated. Soon they saw the ship start to descend toward the Main Branch of the Delta City National Bank and Trust.

As the super heroine duo race through the winding streets, they heard the first booming of the ship’s cannon. Ms Americana was grim. She was a major shareholder of that bank. The damage to the main branch office would hurt the stock value of the company, thus diminishing her personal fortune a bit more.

When they reached the bank the whole street was still filled with cannon smoke. The pirates were already inside. They ignored the empty ship, and rode their motorcycles straight up and inside the bank.

Ms Americana rode straight into a pirate. That collision took out the pirate, but sent her flying over the handlebars. She hit the cold marble floor and rolled back to her feet amid five pirates. Before they knew what was happening she was kicking left and right, kicking butt and taking names.

Flag Girl turned hard right on the slick marble and kicked off, sending her bike skidding into another group of pirates. So within ten seconds of their arrival ten pirates were down and groaning. Together they ran toward the safe, where the rest of the pirates could be heard laughing and joking merrily.

"Halt in the name of Justice!" Ms Americana cried as she had Flag Girl ran at top speed across the polished marble. The pirates stopped laughing and turned to gawk at them. The two super heroines stopped running. "You are under arrest for….oops!"

The sudden stop in stilettos, on polished marble no less, was inadvisable. They stopped, but their stiletto boots didn't. Their feet slipped out from under them and they both came crashing down atop their heads at Captain Jack's feet.

Head spinning after bouncing off the hard marble, Ms Americana felt someone roll her over onto her belly. A second later her power belt was removed. The feeling of strength bled away fast, as well as her super fast healing. To her side Flag Girl was also quickly de-powered.

The two sexy super heroines were dragged to their knees. Ms Americana saw a cock coming straight at her face.

"No way! I'm am Ms Americana, not some two bit piece of fuck meat for you to…Mmmmmm!" she cried, cut off by the expert inserting of that cock into her mouth. Demanding hands deep in her silky black hair forced her down, down, down that thick shaft. "Hmmmm-mmmmuughhh!"

"Uuuugggmmmmm," Flag Girl groaned to her side.

Ms Americana cut her eyes to her sexy protégé. She watched as the pirate grabbed her bouncy pigtails, and pulled her all the way down his cock, filling her mouth and sending her big blue eyes wide in disbelief. Butterflies erupted in Ms Americana's belly as she watched a pirate kneel behind her sidekick, and start to kiss and nibble on her neck as his hands explore her luscious teenage body.

"Hhuugghhh," the Queen of Justice groaned as another pirate knelt down behind her. Big black hands began to squeeze and kneed her 44DDs through her costume top. She glanced up, to see whose cock she was sucking. It was Captain Jack, and he smiled down at her with that irritating lazy smile. "Hmmmmm!"

"You're welcome, sweetheart. I assure you, this is my pleasure," Captain Jack said. "And being an Aphrodite girl, I suspect you'll enjoy Jamal's cock as well. I mean, he's almost as well endowed as me."

Ms Americana felt her top pulled off, and Jamal's hands redoubled their activities up there. After a long moment, though, one hand dropped down across her washboard abs and plunged under her costume's thongs. His thick, callused fingers went straight for the sensitive nether lips, and pushed right past them.

"Ugh! Ugh," Ms Americana grunted, as Jamal plunged deep into her in the most intimate way imaginable. Seconds later he found her sweet spot. "Uuuummmmggghhh!"

The Queen of Justice's baby blues crossed. Such pleasure was not the norm for her, no sir. Sex was her Achilles Heel more than most Aphrodite women. Once climaxed, and sexually satisfied, it could take days or longer to recover enough to possess super powers again. If they managed to tame her…well it wasn't something she cared to think about.

The butterflies were burned away by the rising heat of her lower belly. Soon, that blazing fire consumed her entire, shapely body. Ms Americana could barely think. Her heart was hammering, her breathing was coming in pants through her nose. A tiny rebellious part of her mind balked when it occurred to her she was actually actively SUCKING Captain Jack's cock, and enjoying it immensely. You could tell by the wanton moans and groans.

Suddenly, her baby blues grew wide and she screamed around Jack's cock. An orgasm surprised her, just suddenly erupting without the usual long build up. It was enough to fry her brains, and make her forget who, what and where she was.

Groaning wantonly, the super sexy super heroine redoubled her efforts sucking Jack's cock, starting to gyrate her hips to maximize the pleasure Jamal's magic fingers were giving her.

Once Captain Jack realized she didn't have to be force any more, he released her hair and let her give him supreme pleasure her way. First thing, she rose up his shaft to give him a long moment of intense head. She had Jack squirming and groaning in nothing flat. Then she wrapped long, delicate fingers around that thick shaft and glanced over her shoulder at Jamal.

The African American pirate grinned wickedly at her. It was Jamal Jennison, a man she busted just a week before the first pirate attacks. Looked like he was getting his sweet revenge. Jamal's hands came off her body and seized her head.

"Hello, Ms Americana," he said, and kissed her passionately.

"Mmmmm," Ms Americana groaned, strangely enjoying the forced kiss. Though, she did miss his magic fingers up her twat. Then their tongues began to tango, and she forgot about that for a second. Her other hand reached around and found Jamal's cock out and rock hard. "Mmm, you're big."

"Yeah, yeah, back to me," Captain Jack said, tapping her on the head with an impatient finger. "I'm almost there, sweetheart."

Ms Americana turned back to the captain and started licking and sucking on his sweaty balls. Jamal's fingers returned to her pussy, and electricity surged through her overly excited body. She was instantly almost there. From the feel of Jack's cock in her mouth, she knew he was almost there as well. And seconds later his began spurting hot cum into her eager mouth.

"Oh, that's how to shiver me timber, sweetheart!"

Ms Americana milked him dry, then Jamal flipped her onto her back and crawled up between her wide spread legs. She immediately reached down, grabbed his long, thick cock and guided it into her aching pussy. The super sexy Queen of Justice let out a long, wanton groan of utter pleasure as that big black cock pushed deeper and deeper, pushing her pussy wider and wider.

"Uuuuuuugggggghhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!" Flag Girl cried from beside her.

She glanced to her side. Flag Girl was getting it front and back. When she climaxed she pulled her mouth off that cock, and he chose that moment to cum. He came all over her face. Thick ropes of cum still connected her full red lips to the head of that convulsing cock. Meantime, a middle-aged pirate was banging the hell out of her doggie style. Ms Americana instinctively knew that her sexy sidekick was tamed and totally lost in the sex.

"Great Liberty! I'm almost tamed, too," Ms Americana cried, her back arching and head lolling around on the floor as Jamal pounded her pussy with is bitch-taming cock. That admission to the world and herself was all it took. The super sexy super heroine felt her body change instantly, falling over the edge and knowing that dreaded and longed for climax was unstoppable. It rolled over her like a steamroller from Hell. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh yes! Oh yes! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeee!"

Jamal, inspired by her twin orgasms, doubled the rate he was pumping into her lush body. He grabbed her tits with both hands and mauled them with all his lust and pent up frustrations. The hated Ms Americana climaxed again and again, baby blues wide in disbelief and AWE. Her red gloved hands clutching at his arms, his body.

"You like it, slut," he growled.

"YES!"

"You like my cock."

"Yes. I love cock! Oh Goddess save me, but I do love getting FUCKED!"

"What a pair of raging whores," Raquel the Red sneered. "We all knew it, too. Only the super heroines deny their whorish natures."

The vanquished vigilante felt Jamal tense up, and began spurting cum deep inside her body. Her body's reaction was immediate and profound.

"Yes! I'm…I'm….I'm ….CUUUMMMMMIIIINNNGGGG! Oh! Oh! Again! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeee! Oh yes!" Ms Americana cried. "Great Liberty, I've been TAMED!"

While the pirates emptied the huge safe, Ms Americana and Flag Girl "entertained" the pirates two at a time each. Front and back. But once the safe was empty, Raquel the Red gathered up their discarded costumes and power belts, and led the defeated super babes to the ship.

With half the pirates up onboard, Ms Americana and Flag Girl were each pushed up to a dangling ladder and ordered to climb up. Up into sexual slavery. The end of the Queen of Justice's storied crime-fighting career. What a way for it to end, too.

Shameful.

"Run!" Ms Americana cried, and ducked under the ship and raced for the nearest dark alley. She was a big woman and fast, even in five inch stiletto boots. Lots of practice.

Ms Americana grinned as she ran. Her escape took them by surprise. The pirates thought they were thoroughly tamed. Tamed maybe, but not completely claimed. They forgot how FAST Aphrodite women recovered, both physically and emotionally. But she didn’t stop running until she spotted Captain Jack's Storm soaring high above.

"Whew, that was close," she said, watching as that old warship glided gracefully across the full moon, under full sail. She had to admit, it was an impressive sight. Then she ran a hand down her sweat and cum slathered body. "Very close indeed."

She was alone on the street. And that made her think of Flag Girl. Did she escape, too? There was only one way to find out, and that was to return to Wade Towers and her office. They had clothes back there, and safety.

The semi-nude super heroine hurried back to the secret access, that earlier that night they had exited on their motorcycles. She had to run the full length of that long access tunnel, then she found the small chamber to shower off the sweat and cum, and dress back into her street clothes. Except for her boots, gloves, choker, earrings, mask and tiara, Ms Americana's spare costume was lost to the pirates.

"Dammit, I've lost two of three power belts," she grumbled. "It takes six months to gear up a lab to create a power belt. The security concerns alone take two months to nail down. This is an unmitigated disaster."

It became obvious it was a much bigger disaster as the hours ticked by. Flag Girl did not return. By the time the sun came up, Brenda finally admitted to herself that Lydia was lost. They still had Flag Girl.

# # # # #

Six weeks later, Captain Jack had a new target. There was a regular, large cash delivery to a local branch of the Delta City National, where lots of factory workers liked to cash their weekly paychecks. A couple cannon balls should take out an armored truck.

On the way to that rendezvous with a big pirate payday, why not have a little fun. A joy ride in their magic pirate ship, so to speak. So they were cruising up one of Delta

City's main thoroughfares during rush hour, flying only a hundred feet off the ground, and firing their cannons randomly. They were smashing up a lot of prime commercial real estate.

"I don't think they'll be forgetting us, boys!" Captain Jack called from the stern castle.

It was their first daylight attack. The pirates were feeling their oats, and were announcing they weren't afraid of anyone. To prove their prowess, Lady Midnight was bound spread-eagle and in her full costume in the middle of the port side, and Flag Girl was tied spread-eagle on the starboard side of the ship. For all to see. Captain Jack smiled as he noticed the people below pointing up at the captured super heroines and exclaiming in shock. Also, with those two beloved vigilante vixens providing him with a "human shield" the police couldn't shoot back at them.

"Capt'n!" Raquel the Red cried from the forecastle. "We've spotted the armored truck up ahead, stuck in rush hour traffic! And another one going the other way, right by it."

"Two for one?" Captain Jack said. "Sweet. Prepare two boarding parties! Prepare your cannons, boys!"

"Wahoo!" they cried.

Captain Jack used his magic to guide the pirate ship down and between the two trapped armored trucks. Then they leveled their ancient cannons on them and fired. The double cannonade quickly reduced the armored trucks to scrap metal, and sent the armed guards running away and not looking back.

"Over the sides and at them, boys!" the pirate captain called as cannon smoke obscured their main deck and left a cloud around the pirate ship.

Ropes went over the sides, and pirates began sliding down them. Repelling down, they raced to the two battered armored trucks. Then they quickly stuffed bags of cash into baskets dropped down on ropes. Within five minutes both armored trucks were emptied and the pirates were scurrying back up rope ladders.

"Raquel, darling, your plan worked perfectly," Jack said to his first mate as she joined him on the stern castle. Using his magic, he moved the ship out, heading up and around to go back the way they'd come in.

"Of course it did, Capt'n," the vivacious redhead purred, eyes atwinkle. "My only regret was that no super heroines showed up. I would LOVE to get my hands on Ms Americana, and prove she's a bigger slut that Lady Midnight and Flag Girl combined."

"Don't worry, my pet. We'll run into her sooner or later, and then you'll have another little plaything," Captain Jack said.

"I know, but we were all so looking forward to capturing another heroine," Raquel said, scowling. "I trained the boys for six weeks and now…nothing."

"I wouldn't say that," Jack said, and pointed off to the south. "Not Ms Americana, but I think Got Gal and Got Chic will do in a pinch."

"YES! Boys, two super sluts coming in fast!" Raquel cried. "Flyers. Get your arses ready, me maties!"

Captain Jack felt his cock stiffen as he watched those two curvaceous super heroines flying closer and closer. This would be an especially sweet victory since he'd captured those two before, only to drop his guard and let them be rescued. That won't happen again. Beside, Raquel had come up with an especially clever plan for catching air borne super heroines.

Raquel went down to the main deck to supervise the preparations. He watched her strutting around in her stiletto thigh boots, big boobs bouncing enticingly, silky red hair flowing in the wind. She was a pirate super villainess, and she was all his. Raquel only slept with him…oh, and the captured super heroines.

A large rope net was laid out and the special cannon balls loaded into the cannons. Two teams of men with clubs and chloroform were hidden, ready to pounce upon the unsuspecting super heroines. They were hidden so they could ambush the super heroines in the unlikelihood they escaped capture by the net.

Captain Jack watched eagerly as the two gorgeous, white bikini-clad super heroines grew closer and closer. They were coming in fast, bold as can be. Such arrogance. It kind of ticked him off. Raquel was ready. She was good. Got Gal and Got Chic didn't stand a chance against her.

Jack grinned wickedly.

Got Gal grinned wickedly.

The pirates didn't know what was about to hit them. Then the sight of Flag Girl bound spread-eagle on the side of the ship caught her eye. That really steamed her. That poor teenage sidekick was wild-eyed, shaking her head frantically. She couldn't say anything because she was ball-gagged. At least she was completely covered, in her full costume minus power belt.

"Fear not, Flag Girl, your rescue is at hand," Got Gal called down. Then to the pirates, she leveled cold eyes and called, "I command you to surrender! Or by the Goddess of Got, I shall unleash my wrath upon the lot of you!"

"Got Slut!" a beautiful, shapely redhead called from the main deck. "You are too arrogant, too stupid to be a super heroine!" Got Gal's blue eyes flashed and her hands curled up into tight fists. "Considered yourself -- GOT!"

KA-BOOM!

Six cannons fired at them. Got Gal and Got Chic each squeaked, surprised by the sound and fear of those steel cannon balls. The cannons couldn't kill them, but being hit by one would certainly shoot them out of the sky. It would be doubly embarrassing being slapped out of the sky by the pirates, since half of Delta City was stopped on the highway below and watching this play out.

"Whew!" Got Chic said. "The missed -- Hey!"

Six cannon balls streaked past them, but the sexy super heroines weren't expecting them to be pulling a giant net behind them. Before they realized what was happening they were hit by, entangled and wrapped up within that net.

"Great Goddess of Got!" Got Gal cried, suddenly feeling the weight of those cannon balls starting to pull her downward. Then the end of the line went taut, and the shapely super babes found themselves swinging below the pirate ship. "What happened? Got Chic, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, I think," Got Chic said with a strained voice. "Hey, they're starting to pull us up!"

The two super heroines started pulling on the strong rope. But the pirates were too fast. Within seconds they were hauled over the side of the ship and dumped upon the main deck, still entangled within the net. Suddenly, hidden men leapt out upon them. Before either woman realized it, wet clothes were pressed against their faces.

Super strength meant nothing when tangled up in pliable, give and take rope. They struggled to no avail. Holding their breath only worked so long, and by struggling too vigorously, they quickly, desperately needed fresh oxygen, and took huge breaths. And that was all she wrote for them.

"Mmmmmmmmmggghhhh!" both sexy super heroines groaned, quickly succumbing to the fumes.

It took a little while to remove the limp, helpless super heroines from the net. They'd tangled themselves up pretty well with their fruitless struggles. But soon two limp, vulnerable super heroines lay spread eagle on the deck, between Captain Jack and Raquel the Red. Their wrists and ankles were bound to the deck, holding them securely in place.

"A lovelier scene, I've never seen," Captain Jack said, heart pounding, cock hard and mouth watering. "Let's see what's under those costumes."

"Oh, lets," Raquel said eagerly.

Captain Jack reached down and removed Got Gal's top, releasing her monster 44DDs, while Raquel pulled off Got Chic's top and exposed her titanic tits. Then they pulled their bottoms off, before stepping back to watch the other pirates securely bind the dangerously beautiful duo to the decks, spread eager of course.

"Just for giggles and grins," Jack said, and laid hands on Got Gal's massive tits, and then Got Chic's, sending in his magic and forcing them to start hyper lactating.

Enchanting their super tits made them groan and writhe prettily, and they started showing signs of waking up. The pirates all standing around in a circle watched with wicked glee as their captain knelt between Got Gal's wide spread legs, unzipped and then lowered his mouth to her waiting pussy.

Got Gal's twat was completely waxed. Full Brazilian. And it was freshly done, since there was absolutely no stubble and was smooth and satiny as a baby's butt. Jack knew, because he nuzzled and licked it all over. He paused to admire her camel toe, then pulled the nether lips apart to gaze upon her bubblegum pink inner slit. The scent of her rose up, arousing him further. His tongue licked her slit from end to end, and did it again.

"Mmm, tasty," Captain Jack said. "I'm Captain Jack Burrows, and I approve of this sweet piece of snatch."

"And I approve of Got Chic's pussy. Delicious," Raquel said, lifting her face from between the sexy sidekick's cunt.

"Uuuugggggmmmm," Got Gal groaned. "Where am I?"

"Pirate heaven," Captain Jack said.

"Super heroine hell," Raquel said.

"Great Goddess of Got! I've been captured, de-powered and staked out NAKED!" she cried, struggling furiously but fruitlessly. "I'm sexually vulnerable before all these wicked men!"

"And woman," Raquel piped in.

"Hey! You get away from Got Chic this instant!" Got Gal cried. Then she saw that the beautiful, statuesque, redheaded pirate was strapping something around her shapely hips. A black strap-on, with a huge dildo. There was knots and bumps all over that monster dildo, too. Then Raquel pushed a button at the base of the dildo, and it started vibrating and rotating. "Great Goddess of Got, you can't use that on us! We'll be tamed for sure!"

"That's the goal, sweetheart," Captain Jack said, grinning. "But first, I get to sample your sweet feminine charms."

"Uuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Got Gal groaned loudly as Captain Jack pushed his huge bitch taming cock into her cunt. "Great Goddess of GOT!"

"Uuuuuuggghhhhhhhhhh," Got Chic groaned as Raquel mounted her.

Got Gal watched as another pirate knelt over her sexy sidekick's head, unzipped and pushed his thick cock deep into the barely coherent super heroine's open mouth. Got Chic moaned wantonly, her body arching up off the ship's deck. Raquel was pounding the hell out of her pussy with that rotating, knobby, vibrating strap-on.

"Hey, these marvelous titties look about ready," Captain Jack said, reaching up and giving her perfect pair a two-handed, hard squeeze. Two thick screams of milk fountained up. "Whoa, baby. Thar she blows!"

Captain Jack eagerly sucked on her engorged nipples, sucking down mouthfuls of hot milk as he humped her hard and fast. Liquid heat instantly consumed her statuesque body when he started suckling, the feeling if flowing milk more than the sexy super heroine could withstand.

Got Gal's traitorous body quickly succumbed to the wicked pirate captain's efforts. Within minutes her pathetic struggles turned into wild bucking, perfectly timed to enhance both hers and Jack's pleasure. She was panting and groaning wantonly, her mind barely coherent enough to understand she was drawing closer and closer to being tamed, that her Aphrodite gene enhanced body was betraying her in the most intimate way imaginable, and delivering her to her enemies' sexual pleasure on a silver tray.

"Great Goddess of Got, I am TAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEED!" Got Gal cried, then screamed her second climax. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Got Gal's climax pushed her sexy sidekick over the top, and she was consumed with her own monster climax. "Mmmmmmmmmmgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"

With Captain Jack and Raquel the Red finished, the pirates untied the two highly aroused super heroines, hogtied them, and then suspended them face down from the yardarm. Hanging parallel to the deck, at waist height, the two hapless heroines were double mounted by the pirates, in mouth and pussy at once.

"See, Raquel, I told you all super heroines are SWINGERS at heart," Captain Jack laughed as the super duo was swung between two men each. As they swung back and forth, the pirates just stood fore and aft, and they slid up and down their hard cocks. "This is my favorite pirate game of all."

# # # # #

Ms Americana ran for all she was worth across the stop of that office building.

"Great Liberty! I've got to make it!" she cried and leapt off the ten story building with everything she had. The rope dangling off the front of the pirate ship Storm seemed so far away, moving quickly away from her. But seconds later her red gloved hands clutched it, and she was swinging below the ship as it sailed silently through the night. "Got it!"

The Queen of Justice was grinning as she shimmied up that rope. She could hear the pirates partying loudly above her. They didn't suspect a thing. Fortunately, their laughter and cruel jokes were loud, so no one heard her climb over the side and gain the forecastle deck. Two pirates were on watch there. The super shapely super heroine took them out in seconds.

"Great Liberty," she whispered, looking down upon the main deck.

Below the Queen of Justice was a nightmarish scene. Her own beloved Flag Girl was stripped down to just her boots and gloves, bent over backwards atop a barrel and being gang-banged in pussy and mouth at the same time. Next to her was Got Chic, also stripped to boots and gloves, on all fours and taking it up the butt and down the throat. Beside her Lady Midnight and Got Gal were 69ing each other rather enthusiastically while a circle of horny pirates urged them to greater efforts.

"Goddess help them, they've all been tamed," Ms Americana said, shaking her head woefully. Them she grimaced, "And unmasked."

Not a single one of the four heroines wore a mask. From the pirates' comments, they knew exactly who Got Gal's and Lady Midnight's alter egos were in real life. They seemed to say especially cruel comments to Assistant D.A. Angela "Lady Midnight" Grear.

Neither Captain Jack nor his sexy First Mate were at the "festivities." Ms Americana scowled. She'd dealt with them enough, studied them long enough, to know who the powers and leaders of the pirates were. The pirates needed Jack's magic and Raquel's strength and leadership. Take out those two, and the rest would fold and accept their fate.

"Must stick to my plan," she said, grimacing when Flag Girl screamed in orgasm around a fat cock. "Must be strong, and that way I'll ensure everyone gets off this ship tonight a free woman."

Since they were unmasked, and recognized, then it would be more problematic. The pirates would all have to have their memories wiped clean. That would take time and effort. It was an iffy thing, too. If even one escaped it would all be for naught, at least for Got Gal, Lady Midnight, Got Chic and Flag Girl.

Below the stern castle was the Captain's Cabin, opening out onto the main deck. Nailed to the door was the costume they stole from Ms Americana when they captured her and Flag Girl. Including her power belt. That infuriated her, since the belt was NAILED to the door it was ruined. Flag Girl's power belt was nailed right below hers.

To make her humiliation worse, Erica Sambino had the other power belts taken from her and Flag Girl. Word on the street was that Erica had all the captured super heroine costumes mounted and displayed in her trophy room. Between the pirates and Sambino family successes fighting super heroines times were getting tough for super heroines on the mean streets. More and more miscreants stood and fought back. Worse, Champion Girl went into Sugar Town two nights back, and hadn't been seen or heard from since. Various rumors says she is working for King Pimp, Mistress Tabitha and street pimp JJ Rod. Another rumor said she was sold to Erica Sambino, and shipped overseas. And another rumor said Champion Girl was busy making porno videos, all of which would be released shortly.

"We'll all have to work extra hard and do double time to regain our street reps after this," Ms Americana said.

There was a trapdoor on the forecastle, giving the statuesque super heroine access to below decks. She had to sneak up on Captain Jack and Raquel. She suspected they were alone together, probably having kinking sex in the Captain's cabin. That's what nasty miscreants did, after all. It disgusted her.

Below decks was very dark and dimly lit. Ms Americana moved slowly down to the deck below the main deck where her friends and comrades were being fucked stupid seven times over. As she eased down a dark corridor below them, she heard the women moaning and groaning as the men fucked them relentlessly. Hearing their intimate distress reminded her of when the pirates, and the Sambino thugs before them, got the drop on her and fucked her half out of her mind.

Ms Americana closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as she tried to suppress the sexual feelings erupting deep in her traitorous belly. She reached straight out with both hands, bracing herself on the walls as she rubbed her thighs together and gnawed on her lower lip. The decking above creaked and groaned, reminding her of a bed during sex.

"Great Liberty, I have to be strong," she said.

Her shapely body was SO ready to get it on with wicked men. Very distressing.

"Naw, be weak," a gruff male voice said behind her.

Before the titanic titted Queen of Justice could respond she was hit on the back of the head. The pirate hit her again and again with the brutal blackjack, sending her golden tiara flying off her head after one blow. The first strike staggered the shapely super heroine. The second brought a low groan of pain from her full red lips, and the third sent her up against the wall.

"Ha, that was fun," Fat Frank said. He paused long enough to pulled Ms Americana's hands back and handcuff her. Then he leaned in, whispered in her ear, "I got the bracelets off that slut Lady Midnight."

"Bastard, you'll know my wrath for laying hands on Ms Americana," the sexy super heroine growled, already recovering from the blackjack attack. "Release my hands this instant."

"I have a better idea, Ms Super Slut," Fat Frank said, using his massive bulk to press her against the wall and hold her in place. He reached down, unzipped, pulled his cock out and then pulled her red, white and blue thong bottoms aside. "Why don't I release your inner whore instead."

"No! I'm a superior woman, a super heroine," Ms Americana cried. His big, pudgy hands grabbed her flaring hips, and she felt his hard cock rubbing up against her firm, round buttocks. "I'm the premier super heroine in Delta City, and I'm the role model of countless impressionable young women. I cannot engage in -- Uuugghhhhh, Goddess, not up the butt."

"Yep, I've wanted to butt fuck you since the first day you showed up," Fat Frank said. He thrust his hot, wet tongue into her ear. Then he nibbled on that ear, before kissing her silky soft cheek. "About fifteen years ago me and a couple boys got the drop on you, and forced you to give us all head. Then that arrogant bitch Night Avenger showed up and chased us off, rescuing you."

"Oh, Goddess," she groaned, head rolling back and baby blues squeezed shut.

"Capturing the four super sluts topside confirmed my suspicions, that all super heroines are whores begging to be released," Fat Frank sneered into her ear. He was pounding her ass hard now. He concentrated on that for the next few minutes, until Ms Americana arched her back, laying her head on his right shoulder and shuddered violently as she groaned long, low and wantonly. She was obviously fighting her climax hard, and Raquel said once you climaxed a super heroine she became yours to mold, use and abuse. "You've whipped my fat ass a few times since, Ameri-bitch, and sent me to prison twice. More than past time to return the favor."

Fat Frank released her hips, and reached up to pull off her top. 44DDs released, they starting jostling as he continued to pound her firm, round white ass with all he had, and then some. As he buried his face in her long, slender neck, licking, nibbling, sucking and nuzzled it, his hands reached up and began fondling her legendary tits.

The oversexed, and over-stimulated super heroine groaned and gasped. He was seconds from forcing her to climax. Seconds from conquering her body. Seconds from TAMING her, and Ms Americana understood that at a deep, base level. She had to act fast, or she would join her friends up on the main deck.

"Suck," Ms Americana gasped out. "Let me suck you, baby."

Fat Frank slowed down, shocked at her what she said. "I don't understand."

"Let me suck you, baby," Ms Americana panted, trying to hid the disgust in her heart and soul. "Like before, me on my knees sucking you off. Like old times."

"You want to suck me? Why?"

"Because you own me, baby. You've tamed my body and heart, and I just want to please you," she said. "I want to feel and taste you in my mouth. Please."

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about," Fat Frank said, so excited he almost blew his wad up her butt.

Fat Frank pulled out of her ass and she fell to her knees immediately. Ms Americana looked up, locked eyes with her captor and opened her full red lips wide. Fat Frank's fat cock slipped inside without hesitation. The vigilante vixen started sucking, rolling her tongue around his cock and everything. She gave him great head, then licked his hairy, sweaty balls.

"Ugh!" Fat Frank grunted, erupted inside Ms Americana's sucking, slurping mouth.

Ms Americana almost sighed with relief. He came, so her dark ordeal was over. She'd survived without being de-powered. Then he surprised her by pulling her up by her long, silky black hair. Pushed back against the wall, Fat Frank pressed in and quickly claimed her full red lips in a passionate kiss. One hand stayed in her hair, keeping her face immobile while the other hand began roaming her shapely body. Too soon he found her nether regions.

"Mmmmmm," she groaned when his chubby finger pushed through those wet, fleshy folds. She sucked in a breath through her nose, feeling an erotic, electrical shock shoot up through her shapely body. Her back arched and angry butterflies went wild deep in her belly. "Uuuggghhhhhhmmmmmmmm."

The obese pirate pushed his tongue into her mouth at the same time he found her hypersensitive clit. Ms Americana's brain started spinning as she sucked on that hot tongue and writhed within his grasp. The butterflies turned into that liquid heat that spelled doom to super heroines worldwide. The discombobulated Queen of Justice realized she was being taken down by a loathsome man, and quite easily, too. She couldn't allow that to happen.

Above them, Got Chic screamed in orgasm. It was a long, loud and quite joyous scream. The orgasmic scream of a thoroughly tamed Aphrodite woman. It called to something deep within Ms Americana's psyche, deep in her most base and servile nature. That liquid heat deep in her lower belly suddenly super heated, spread throughout her spectatucular body, dragging her down into abject submission and carnal joy.

"Uuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana screamed into Fat Frank's mouth, her climax ripping her will power to shreds.

"I did it! I've de-powered Ms Americana," he said, laughing as he reached to the small of her back and unfastened her power belt. He tossed the belt into the dark off to her left, then he pulled her bottoms down and made her step out of them. "One more shot of ass, then I'll give you to the Captain and Raquel."

"Ugh," Ms Americana grunted, pushed hard against the wall. Fat Frank grabbed her right knee, lifted it high and opened up her nether regions. Then he quickly thrust his overlarge cock into her sopping wet pussy, started pumping fast. "Uuugghhhhhhh, Sweet Goddess! I've endured too much sexual abuse of late. I've lost my defenses."

Fat Frank chuckled, redoubling his efforts with that kind of encouragement. He might even tame her by himself. What a coup that would be. She was just one or two climaxes from being tamed, too. Then her legs wrapped around his waist as he began sucking on, licking and fondling her titanic tit, so he thought maybe she was closer than he thought.

"Great Liberty! I don't want to go down like this," Ms Americana gasped out. She tugged futilely at the handcuffs. She was already on the brink of climax, and the handcuffs weren't helping. "Fat Frank, you can't do this to me. Release me and I'll try to get you a lesser sentence."

"Ha! You super heroines are all the same," he said. "I like the idea of releasing your inner whore better."

He really started pounding her pussy then. Fat Frank grinned evilly as he watched her baby blues roll up into her head, her full red lips part and start to pant. Soon her belly and pussy began to quiver.

"You…won't….get away…with…THHHIIIIIIIISSSSSSS! Great Liberty, he has TAMED me! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeee! Oh Goddess, not again -- Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!" Ms Americana cried. She looked at Fat Frank with big baby blues full of amazement. He lost his battle and filled her cunt with hot cum. "Oooohhhh, yeeessss."

"That was fun," he said, breathing heavily. Then he looked her over appreciatively. "I tamed the legendary Queen of Justice and Smugness." He started taking off her choker and earrings. "Souvenirs."

"What are you doing?" she cried when he grabbed the edge of her mask. Ms Americana jerked her head away, but he held on and the mask was ripped off. "I've been de-powered, debauched and now unmasked!"

Fat Frank seized the wild-eyed woman's head, squinting in the dim light to try and recognize her. Nothing. Either too dark to get a good look at her or he just didn’t know her face. So he reached down and removed her boots.

"I'm keeping your entire costume as my battle trophy," he said. He slammed her face into the wall, stunning the sexy super heroine, so he could remove the cuffs and get her gloves. "I'll have to take you topside to get a better look at your face in the light, then I'll give you to the Captain."

Ms Americana laid there a second, waiting for her world to stop spinning. Without her power belt the face slamming hurt a lot. And lingered longer. But she was still an Aphrodite woman, so recovered remarkably fast anyway. Fat Frank was humming contentedly as he gathered up her entire costume, before he would take her up stairs and into white slavery to lusty pirates.

"No," she whispered, and leapt to her feet. Crouching in a fighting stance, she faced Fat Frank. He tossed the costume into the darkness behind him and pulled a long knife. She realized she was still too dazed and wobbly, so was not capable of a decent fight. "You will know my vengeance."

Ms Americana turned and ran. Finding the stairs, she raced up. She needed a weapon to fight with. But when she reached the main deck and burst out the door, men started scrambling after her and shouting. Within seconds she was cornered by a dozen grinning, leering pirates. Glancing over the side, she noticed the ship was just barely sailing over the top of a building.

"Another times, boys," Ms Americana said, and vaulted over the side.

The pirates shouted angrily, but none of them followed her down. She hit the roof and rolled with the impact, and rolled right back to her feet. The pirate ship slowly vanished into the darkness as she scowled at it. Looking around, she realized she was at the edge of Sugar Town.

"I was tamed, but not claimed," she said. "But I'm feeling better now." Then realization came to her. "Great Liberty, my last power belt!"

That terrible realization dropped her to her knees. She was de-powered for at least six months now. She knew most super heroines didn’t have super powers, but once you have them you start to rely on them.

"I'll have to learn to deal with the scum of the Earth without my super strength for a while," she muttered. She looked herself over. Not a stitch of clothes. Fat Frank took everything, including her dignity. "At least he didn’t recognize me."

With that comforting thought, BRENDA started looking for the way down. Finding the stairs, she started down. It was an eight story building, so lots of stairs. The doors that opened into the different floors were locked from her side, so she had to go all the way down before she found one that opened.

"Goddess no!" she cried, realizing she was now inside a strip club. Beautiful young women were dancing atop seven stages scattered around the sprawling room, with the main stage to her right. Countless other beauties were mingling with the patrons, giving lap dances and even more intimate pleasures. "This is not my night."

"But it is looking up for me," Erica Sambino said from behind her.

"Erica!" Brenda cried, wild-eyed. "What are you doing here?"

"I own Sassy Girls Gentleman's Club. What are you doing here, all naked and fuckable looking?" Erica sneered. "Out slumming?"

"What? I ….um…," Brenda stammered.

"I knew it! I knew that pure as the driven snow, holier-than-thou image was a front," Erica laughed. "With a rocking body like yours, you have to be a raging slut."

"No! I'm a good girl," Brenda cried.

"Really? Then why do you have cum dribbling down your inner thighs?"

"Oh. I..I…Oh Goddess, this is too humiliating," Brenda groaned. "Have your fun, Erica. Make your nasty jokes. But I'm finished with you. I'm going home."

"I don't think so," Erica said. She looked Brenda over with relish. "You owe me, and tonight I am collecting."

"What do you mean?"

"You, Ms Wade, are beginning a new phase in your storied career," Erica said. "Tonight, you become a stripper and hooker. Loosen her up for me, boys."

"Wait!" Brenda cried with a pair of huge mob thugs seized both arms. "I'm Brenda Wade!"

"Yes, you are prime high society FUCK MEAT, baby," Erica said, and laughed cruelly.

The expression "out of the frying pan and into the fire" came to Brenda's mind. She narrowly escaped sexual slavery under the pirates, only to be snatched right up by an even bigger criminal. Erica was not going to allow her to leave. Having Brenda Wade at her beck and call, at her extremely vile mercy, had to be one of Erica's fondest dreams.

Big Mike came up behind Brenda and unzipped. That sound pulled a gasp from her full red lips, and she froze. Her shapely body was still tingling from being fucked three times over by Fat Frank. The old, obese pirate had momentarily tamed her, so she was more vulnerable than usual. And for an Aphrodite woman that was saying a lot.

"Uuuggghhh," Brenda groaned, feeling Big Mike's humongous cock push deep into her throbbing cunt. "Goddess, not again."

While two goons held Brenda's arms, keeping her immobile, Erica stood before her and watched Big Mike fucking her from behind. The look on that usually haughty face was priceless. Erica saw the range of emotions spread across her long time nemesis's beautiful face. Shock, outrage, fear, despair, and then came surprise, awe and bliss.

"Erica, I'm too well known, too popular for you to get away with this outrage," Brenda panted out. Big Mike's big cock quickly took her to the very edge, a powerful orgasm threatening her. She knew that once she climaxed that she'd be tamed. Again. And after that her Aphrodite curse would take over and she'd do whatever anyone asked, including prostitute herself. The thought sickened her, but that didn’t dampen her raging libido. "I can't stop you from whoring me off, but I will be avenged."

"By who? Not Got Gal or Lady Midnight," Erica said. "Not Champion Girl, either. And especially not your BFF Ms Americana." Erica laughed, clapping her hands in joy. "Flag Girl is captured and fucking skanky pirate riffraff now, and Ms Americana has been robbed of her power belts and thoroughly beaten. She's not brave enough to come out without her power belt, so we've seen the last of her fat ass." Erica reached out and caressed Brenda's silky soft cheek with long delicate fingers. "I own you, Brenda. Your ass is literally mine."

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Brenda screamed, the most powerful climax of her life claiming her. "Oh, my Goddess, I've been TAMED!"

Big Mike made her cum twice more, before he creamed her pussy and pulled out. He was immediately replaced by another goon, and then another, and another, and another. In all, ten mob enforcers and bodyguards fucked Brenda in the middle of Sassy Girls. Then she was forced up on a table and made dance naked. That lasted an hour, before Erica ordered her pulled down and taken upstairs.

Big Mike and two of the working girls of Sassy Girls cleaned Brenda up, then dressed her up sexy. Brenda found herself wearing a black leather bikini top, matching bottoms and black Mary Jane platforms, with seven inch stiletto heels. Then she was put to work giving lap dances.

"Twenty dollars for a lap dance, baby," Brenda told the young black man. He was dressed like a local gang-banger. "Fifty for sex in the chair. Seventy five to go upstairs."

"Here's fifty, bitch, get to it," he said, grinning lecherously as he pulled out his cock.

Erica watched from across the room. She smiled as she watched that young man's cock slip deep inside Brenda Wade's snatch. He immediately took advantage of her naked, bouncing tits and went to town as she bounced enthusiastically up and down his shaft.

"Brenda seems to be enjoying her job quite a bit," Big Mike said.

"She's whore at heart. I knew it," Erica said. "How much has she earned so far?"

"About two grand," Big Mike said. "But she got started late."

"Make sure she starts when the club opens at ten in the morning, and stays until it closes," Erica said, picking up her purse. It had been a long, but enjoyable night. "I'll expect her to earn at least ten thousand tomorrow."

"Don't worry," Big Mike said, grinning wickedly. "We're putting the word out around Sugar Town that Brenda Wade is whoring here, so I expect a record crowd every night for the foreseeable future."

Erica looked at Brenda, in the throes of another major orgasm, and smiled darkly.

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Green Spectre's hazel eyes narrowed dangerously. She had a decision to make, and fast.

"Oh, that's Storm," Spectre Girl said, also sounding torn.

They'd finally gotten word that Brenda Wade was being held at one of Erica Sambino's strip club brothels in Sugar Town. Poor Brenda had been forced to strip for Sugar Town's most unsavory, and then prostitute herself to them -- for five long, torturous weeks now. It still amazed her that the Sugar Towners had managed to keep that to themselves so long.

"Brenda isn't going anywhere," Green Spectre said, coming to a decision. "But Captain Jack only comes into town once a month, at best. We'll take out the pirates, then go rescue Brenda later tonight."

"Besides, everyone knows the pirates are holding four super heroines prisoner," Spectre Girl said, nodding enthusiastically. "And Lady Midnight, Flag Girl, Got Gal and Got Chic have had it a lot worse, a lot longer."

"Exactly. Another night of sex and debauchery won't make a difference for Brenda Wade. She's an Aphrodite woman, so can handle it well enough."

"True," Spectre Girl said, grimacing. "But…Eeww! All those nasty men touching and feeling her, and …. Having sexual relations with her. Eewww."

Green Spectre smiled proudly. She was so glad to hear her daughter say that. At eighteen, her hormones were in overdrive. That fifteen to twenty-five year old period was the most dangerous for Aphrodite women. Most succumb to their body's raging, demanding need for sexual gratification. When they submitted to their base needs, that was the end of them. They would be servile to men for the rest of their lives, unless they are real damn lucky. Green Spectre, as her alter ego Axanna at eighteen years old, succumbed to those dark urges when she became a super model. Up until the moment she became pregnant with Summer and married her millionaire boyfriend, now late husband, she was a slave to her libido.

For those years between eighteen and twenty-three, a night didn't go by super model Axanna didn't get passed around like a cheap whore. She was helpless to say no, because her body wanted it more than the horny men exploiting her wanted it. And worse, she didn't even realize the problem. It was just FUN for her. Lots and lots of incredible, mind blowing fun, too. Very addictive, too, for an Aphrodite woman. And she was extremely happy her Aphrodite daughter wasn't the same horny sex kitten she'd been at her age.

The sexy crime-fighting duo roared down the boulevard in the powerful Spectre Mobil. They kept the flying pirate ship in sight until it suddenly dropped from view. Then the booming of cannons filled the night air. They knew the pirates were attacking at that point, and Green Spectre floored it.

As they approached, Green Spectre spotted a man and woman atop the stern castle of the ship hovering beside the smoking bank. Rope ladders hung down one side of the ship, so she knew the pirates were inside. That pair could only be Captain Jack and Raquel the Red. She smiled.

"Gotcha," Green Spectre whispered.

"What?" Spectre Girl said, totally wired and eager for battle.

"I think that is Captain Jack and Raquel up on the ship. They are separated from their men, so they'll be easy prey for a pair of dedicated super heroines like us," Green Spectre said.

"Excellent! If we captured their leaders, the other pirates will surrender or scatter."

"I'd be happy with either scenario," Green Spectre said. Then she got a good look at the sides of the ship. On the starboard side Lady Midnight and Flag Girl were bound spread-eagle, and Got Gal and Got Chic were bound to the port side. They were still using their captured super heroines are human shields. The sick bastards. "Now, follow me. Quick and silent. We don't want those two vilest of miscreants to see us coming and escape."

"Right with ya, Green Spectre!"

Green Spectre whipped into a dark alley, and they took off on foot. Wearing dark green costumes helped them move stealthily in the darkness. Blonde, hazel-eyed Green Spectre wore a dark green bustier top, matching bikini bottoms and black boots. She accessorized with long black gloves, fishnet pantyhose, black choker, utility belt and green mask. Her daughter and sidekick, Spectre Girl, wore a two piece costume. To top has a large round cutout over her cleavage, the same green mask, boots and choker as her mother, and black gauntlet style gloves.

They approached from the opposite side as the bank. Ducking under the ship, which was just four feet off the street, they each went to a dangling rope ladder and began the long climb up. Really, they all but raced up. Green Spectre grimaced as they passed Lady Midnight and Flag Girl. She'd been afraid the helpless heroines would cry out to them, but that wasn't a worry now. Both sexy super heroines were in the throes of sexual stimulation, having huge vibrating dildos thrust up both their pussies and butts. Lady Midnight and Flag Girl writhed in their bonds, eyes closed and mouths ball-gagged.

They were oblivious to the world.

So the two daring darlings continued racing up the rope ladders. They could hear the joyous pirates inside the smoking bank, laughing and joking. In record time they reached the main deck and crouched down in the night shadows. They both cocked their heads at the strange but vaguely familiar sounds coming down from the stern castle.

"Oh yes! Oh me Capt'n, you be the master of air and sea," a deep, husky feminine voice was saying breathlessly. "Me Capt'n, you be the master of ME!"

"Oh Raquel, you are more beautiful that all the city's super heroines combined," a male voice said.

In the dark all Green Spectre could see was their dark silhouette. A very shapely woman was bent over and grasping the large steering wheel, while a man was behind her. Pushed up close. Then the sexy super heroine realized they were partially unclothed, and the man was screwing her from behind.

Green Spectre paused to study the ship's layout. The stern castle sat atop the captain's cabin. There were steep stairs on either side, and a single door into the cabin. She motioned and Spectre Girl went to the far stairs and waited, as she moved up to the other stairs. Green Spectre smiled as a thought occurred to her.

"Too funny," she muttered, hazel eyes atwinkle. "We're literally going to catch them with their pants down."

Green Spectre signaled, and they rushed up to surprise the pirate leaders.

"Freeze, miscreants!" Green Spectre cried. "Tonight Green Spectre and Spectre Girl end your reign of terror! Surrender quietly, or suffer the consequences."

"Oh my, Raquel, more super sluts," Captain Jack said, pulling out and tucking his cock back into his pants.

"Stupid bitches," Raquel snarled. She stood up straight and tugged her red and white striped "shirt" over her huge boobs. The shirt had long sleeves, but tied off between her tits. She wore a black leather micro mini, which she also tugged down, and black thigh boots. She looked like an oversexed pirate babe. "I was fucking five seconds from climaxing, too. Dammit."

"You're five seconds from having your fat ass handed to you," Spectre Girl said, blue eyes flashing.

Raquel glanced over her shoulder and smiled snugly. "I want the puppy."

"She's yours, my love," Captain Jack said magnanimously. He turned and flung out his hand at Green Spectre. Her top was yanked down by magical means, shocking her and her sexy sidekick. "Nice tits, sweetheart."

Green Spectre staggered back against the railing. She saw Spectre Girl cry out and rush forward, obviously forgetting about their two adversaries. Before she could call out a warning, though, Raquel the Red spun around and backhanded the sexy sidekick brutally. Spectre Girl cried out, falling back, but recovered fast. She sent a roundhouse into Raquel, who was charging her. The sexy redheaded pirate was knocked over the railing and down to the main deck. The beautiful blonde sidekick cried out in battle joy and leapt down after her.

Captain Jack was on Green Spectre then. While she was distracted, he was able to rush in and smash a fist into her beautiful face. That sent her mind to reeling, but instinct and training kicked in. She dropped low and threw out a leg in a wide sweeping kick. Jack went down and she darted away. The super sexy, statuesque super heroine only needed a few seconds to recover. Her spectacular Aphrodite body was good for something, after all.

Green Spectre stepped into Captain Jack's attack and slammed a fist into his chin. It was the lanky pirate captain's turn to stumble back. She smiled, knowing she had him on the ropes now as she moved in to batter him some more. The sexy super heroine knew one or two more really hard punches would take him out, but she wanted to prolong it. She wanted to get that pound of flesh he owed for all of the atrocities he and his pirates had perpetrated upon poor Lady Midnight, Got Gal, Got Chic and Flag Girl. He NEEDED to be beaten down and out, and she was just the super heroine to do it.

Meanwhile, down on the main deck: Spectre Girl was having her fun with Raquel the Red. The super sexy pirate first mate was obviously an Aphrodite woman, what with her spectacular body, strength and amazing resilience to the beating she was taking. A normal woman would've been unconscious after being battered to the main deck from the stern castle.

"Surrender, Raquel," Spectre Girl demanded imperiously. "You don’t stand a chance against me, a super heroine."

"Bullshit," Raquel said, and took a swing at the sexy sidekick's head. She missed, and got a fist in the ribs for her effort. "I'll not surrender to such an obnoxious, spoiled rotten KID like you."

"Then nighty-night," Spectre Girl sneered, blue eyes flashing as she sent a powerful roundhouse at Raquel's head. But she was surprised when the redhead ducked, then stepping in and pounded a pair of fists into the sexy sidekick's kidneys. "Uuggh!"

"Ha!" Raquel cried joyously as she kicked the stumbling sidekick's feet away, and Spectre Girl fell face first to the deck. When the sidekick rolled over onto her back, still groggy and disoriented, Raquel straddled her belly and started pounding her fists into Spectre Girl's face and titties. "You are nothing but stupid fuck meat, girlie!"

"Hey!" Green Spectre cried from the stern castle, panicking to see her sexy sidekick getting her sweet round butt handed to her by Raquel. "Stop that or I'll…Eeks!"

Captain Jack took advantage of her distraction. He seized her by her long blonde hair, and yanked her backwards. The statuesque super heroine slammed into the railing, and her feet came up as she started to flip over the side. For a second she teetered, but then Jack grabbed a booted ankle and pulled hard. She was yanked straight in, and fell flat on her back, banging her head off the hard deck boards. Jack stepped between her legs and kicked her hard in the twat.

"Ugh! Oooohhh," she groaned, clutching at her injured girl parts. Jack reached down, grabbed her titanic tits and said, "Milk!"

Instantly her tits began to burn horribly, and then swell. Gasping and clutching at them, she gawked up at him. She knew about his magic, and had experienced it before as Axanna. He leered down at her a second, then reached down and ripped her bustier top off the rest of the way.

"Let's party, sweetheart," he said. He seized her hair again, pulled her up and slammed her face into the hard rail five times. Then he bent her over the back railing, so that she was staring down at the street below, and pulled down her bottoms. "What a sweet round hiney you have, my dear." He unzipped and pushed his cock up to her swollen cunt lips. "Take that!"

"Dear God! Uuuuggghhh!" Green Spectre cried, feeling his cock push deep, deep into her tight cunt. The feeling was incredible, reminding her spectacular body of past pleasures she truly loved and needed. Butterflies erupted deep in her belly, and her heart raced. But she couldn't do anything about it. She was only being held up by Jack, and he released her she would fall to her death. "You won't get away with this outrage, Jack!"

"Why do all heroines say that?" he said, and laughed. His left hand kept her from falling by hanging onto her long, blonde hair. Then he brought his right hand down across her firm, white ass. CRACK! "Nice butt. Very spankable."

"You monster!" she cried. "Ugh! Ugh! Stop spanking me."

There was nothing Axanna loved move than a sound spanking followed by a thorough fucking. Her life had revolved around that scenario for many years. But now he was spanking her as he fucked her. Double trouble for the sexy super heroine.

Green Spectre's eyes rolled up as she kicked stiletto heeled feet and rubbed her own aching tits. The butterflies were gone, replaced by liquid heat threatening to overwhelm her. She was building too fast towards climax. Jack was just pushing all the right buttons, completely dominating her with her own personal sexual fetish and weakness.

Suddenly, Jack's pounding quickened, his cock swelled a bit more….and he filled her pussy with hot cum. The feeling of that pulsating, ejaculating cock inside her pushed the sexy super heroine over the top. The climax slammed into her like a ton of brick.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, two thick streams of milk erupting from her swollen tits.

Raquel looked up. She smiled as Spectre Girl's eyes went wide.

"Looks like Jack has defeated and conquered the legendary Green Spectre," Raquel said. She leaned over and kissed Spectre Girl full on the lips, savoring her quivering, full red lips a long moment. The sexy sidekick groaned wantonly, almost submitting to the pleasure right then. "You belong to me, babe."

"No, I belong kicking your ass," Spectre Girl said, and head butted the sexy pirate babe.

Raquel was briefly stunned, so the vivacious super vixen was able to buck her off. Rolling to her feet she charged the pirate. With a series of punches and kicks, Spectre Girl backed Raquel across the main deck, toward the stern castle. She had to take Raquel down fast, and then go rescue Green Spectre. And to that end, she soon had the dazed pirate beauty's back pressed against the door into the captain's cabin.

"Green Spectre, hold on, I'm coming," she cried.

Green Spectre heard her. It helped to clear her mind of the erotic pleasures. Captain Jack was pulling her back up, thinking she was tamed. How wrong he was. She was down, but not out.

"Fool," she growled, reaching down to her utility belt and ejecting a small canister. She flicked it open and dropped it as thick green smoke engulfed them.

That surprised the pirate captain, who cried out and jumped back.

Green Spectre had only one thought in mind -- get to her daughter. She would not allow Raquel the Red to beat and rape her daughter and sidekick. Unfortunately, she couldn't see through the thick smoke any better than Jack, and ran full speed into the railing over the main deck, flipping over and down.

Green Spectre landed on her sidekick, taking her down.

"Yes! Victory is ours!" Raquel cried.

Green Spectre looked down beneath, to find her unconscious daughter. A second later Raquel's booted foot found the sexy super heroine's face. She rolled with the blow, and went straight to her feet. Raquel came in to fight her toe-to-toe. They pounded each other a long moment, then the vigilant vigilante started getting the upper hand. She pushed Raquel back, back, back to the captain's cabin door again.

"Surrender, Raquel," Green Spectre demanded. "You are no match for me!"

"I only have one question," Raquel said, panting.

"Which is?"

Raquel quickly untied her shirt, releasing huge, taut tits. She squeezed them together and squirt hot milk into Green Spectre's face.

"Got milk?" Raquel asked, and laughed. She kicked straight up into Green Spectre's chin, sending the sexy super heroine stumbling straight back. "Forgive me if I MILK this little victory for all it is worth."

As she passed a mast, Raquel took one of the belaying pins. She started smacking the stunned super heroine back and forth across her beautiful masked face. Forcing the heroine back, back, back across the main deck. Soon Green Spectre stumbled and fell over a cannon.

"You are going to pay dearly for that," Green Spectre growled, sprawled lengthways down a cannon.

"Are you GUN shy?" Raquel said.

"Why?"

Raquel reached down and pulled a cord off the end of the cannon.

KA-BOOM!

That explosion right under her head and body stunned the super sexy vigilante.

"Consider yourself BANGED, Green Spectre!" Raquel cried, and laughed.

Pirates started pouring over the sides of the ship, returned to find out what the problem was. To their wicked delight they found two more super heroines to play with.

Before anyone knew it, Green Spectre was being held down on the cannon by two pirates while Fat Frank mounted her and started banging away. Another enormous pirate, the seven foot tall Mad Moose had Spectre Girl bent over backwards over a barrel, fucking the hell out of her sweet virgin pussy. Another pirate, Horrible Hank, was thrusting his cock into her mouth. Raquel grinned to see that both women were conscious and more than aware of their situation.

They waited until all of their men got to fuck at least one of the two captured heroines. Then the sexy crime-fighting duo was dragged before Captain Jack and Raquel the Red.

"Kneel," Captain Jack commanded.

Green Spectre blinked at him, head still spinning. Mostly, she wondered why they stopped fucking her. She was ready for some more. Why stop? Then Captain Jack whipped out his cock and she smiled. She knew now.

Dropping to her knees, Green Spectre gobbled down Captain Jack's cock.

"Heroines are such raging sluts," Raquel sneered. She hoisted her black leather micro mini, exposing a completely waxed pussy to Spectre Girl. "Eat me, Spectre Slut."

"Yes, ma'am," the sexy sidekick said, staring at Raquel's pussy with dreamy eyes. She thrust her beautiful face into Raquel's snatch and started licking enthusiastically. "Mmmuuggghhhhmmmm."

"Not that who is in charge and who is the pathetic sex slave has been proven to them, let's see who is hiding behind those pesky masks," Captain Jack said, enjoying his blow job.

Jack and Raquel reached down as one and pulled off the two green masks.

"Axanna Morgan? The newspaper publisher and media mogul?" Captain Jack said. "Sweet."

"And if I am not mistaken, me Capt'n, this other wee beauty is none other than her eighteen year old daughter, Summer," Raquel said, totally delighted. "Me maties, we got ourselves even more high society cooch."

"Ah, shit, the police are coming," a pirate said. "We never got the safe open, Captain. What do we do?"

"We go home boys!" Captain Jack said. "These two super heroine sex slaves will be treasure enough until we return."

With that the mighty pirate ship Storm rose up and away.

# # # # #

Slanted, dark brown eyes narrowed behind a dark, midnight blue mask, beneath long black bangs. The Asian Avenger crouched atop an office building, across the street from Erica Sambino's Sassy Girls strip club. Inside that den of debauchery Brenda Wade had been held against her will for almost two months, forced to dance naked for vile men and then engage in despicable sex for money with those same men.

"Saving her will prove I am one of the city's premier super heroines," Azure Angel said, smiling. To tell the truth, after Green Spectre's capture a couple weeks back, Azure Angel might be THE premier super heroine in Delta City. The pirates had Lady Midnight, Got Gal and Green Spectre. Ms Americana appeared to be have truly broken by her two tragic loses, and the loss of all of her power belts. She hadn't been seen for almost FOUR MONTHS, when Flag Girl was captured. Even Champion Girl was said to be captured in Sugar Town, and hasn't been seen in months. It was just her and newbie Amazing Babe left to protect the city from evil. "But by rescuing Brenda Wade, I'll gain a powerful ally. She was Ms Americana's best friend, so now she can be Azure Angel's best friend."

Standing up, the beautiful Asian Avenger paused to straighten her costume. The bustier top had dark, midnight blue breast cups, with the main bodice a much lighter metallic blue. Her bottoms were black bikini, and she accessorized with choker, black opera gloves, utility belt and black knee boots.

At a mere five foot two, she was the shortest super heroine in Delta City. Other heroines like Ms Americana, Got Gal and Lady Midnight towered over her, making her feel like less than a sidekick sometimes.

The short super heroine moved to the opposite side of the building, then took off running towards the front. She leapt up high, did three complete flips, and made a perfect three-point landing atop Sassy Girls.

"I am the greatest ninja ever," she said, smirking as she slanted a look over her shoulder at the distant office building across the street. Only a genuine super heroine could make that leap, in four inch stilettos, no less. "I bring great honor to my ninja family and clan."

She didn't waste any time. Azure Angel found the roof access and hurried inside. She would move with speed and decisiveness. She would have Brenda Wade and be out the door before those vile men knew what happened. Brenda would be quite impressed.

Azure Angel was soon stepping out of the same stairwell access door that Brenda stepped out of two months back. But unlike Brenda, she was not surprised. Instead, the sexy super heroine started kicking butt and taking names as she moved through the club, looking for Brenda Wade.

She spotted her atop the main stage, topless and wearing the tiniest metallic red thong imaginable, and matching red pumps. Nothing else but body glistening body oil and makeup and jewelry. The skankiest man she'd ever seen was stuffing a dollar bill down Brenda's thong.

"Brenda!" Azure Angel cried. "I'm here to rescue you!"

Brenda's baby blue eyes lit up. She stood up and looked both ways, gnawing on a glossy red lower lip. Then as two big, burly bouncers raced past Brenda, the sexy billionaire babe jumped off the stage and plowed them down. Azure Angel laughed, pleased to see there was more to Brenda Wade than a billion dollar empire and a killer body.

Using mostly her deadly feet, Azure Angel took down one bouncer after another as she steadily moved toward the main door. Brenda was doing an amazing job herself, also fighting towards the entrance. Then Azure Angel saw another stripper sneaking up behind Brenda, with a chair in her hands.

"Brenda! Watch out behind you!"

Brenda stopped to stare at her a second, so before she could turn around the chair came down atop her head. Brenda crumbled to the floor, down for the count. Azure Angel cried out in rage, and then realized she'd made a serious mistake. She let Brenda's problem distract her while engaged in her own fight. Before she could recover, the big black goon before the Asian Avenger slammed an uppercut into her chin and sent the gorgeous heroine flying head over heels, to come down upon her head in a pile of chairs and table.

Seconds later that bouncer picked her up and threw her across the room. Then her world was filled with flashing fists and kicking feet. It only lasted only a moment before she succumbed to her thrashing and passed out, but it felt like an eternity.

Azure Angel awoke to find herself tied to a stripper pole, hands pulled up over her head. Ropes bound her wrists, neck, narrow waist and ankles to the pole. She was surprised and pleased to find she was still wearing her entire costume. Not so pleased to find a grinning Erica Sambino standing before her in hot pink micro mini skirt, bustier and thigh boots. All leather, of course. Erica only wore leather.

"You're a naughty girl, Yumi," Erica scolded her playfully.

Erica had already captured her once, many months back. The Sambino Family boss knew her secret identity. That was the reason she was in hiding all the time now, and couldn’t even go home. Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan had given her a secret apartment to live in, and money to keep her going. The money ended when they were both captured. Now it didn't matter, because she was Erica's prisoner again.

"Hello, Erica," Azure Angel sneered. She looked the drop-dead gorgeous mob boss over contemptuously. "Still dressing like a rich slut, I see."

"Well, since I don't possess the Aphrodite gene, I'll never be half the raging slut you are, Yumi," Erica said, dark eyes narrowing dangerously. She yanked on a silver leash, and the sexy super heroine realized the woman at the other end was Brenda. "You know what to do. Make it sexy."

Brenda stepped up submissively and dropped to her knees. "Yes, Mistress Erica."

Erica unsnapped the leash and stepped back to her front row chair. The room was filled with eager-eyed men and women. None of the other strippers were dancing anywhere. Everyone was watching her and Brenda on the pole stage. Azure Angel grimaced, knowing she was in big trouble. The first time Erica captured her she was gang banged for three days straight, then forced to make a dozen porn videos before the mob boss of bosses sold her to foreign white slavers in the Caribbean.

"I'm sorry," Brenda whispered as she sensuously rose to her stiletto heeled feet. She was still in the metallic red thong, heels and body oil. "I have no choice. I have to obey."

"Damn," Azure Angel said, now afraid.

The music started, and Brenda started dancing around her. The billionaire babe's delicate hands were all over the bound super heroine, squeezing tits, rubbing her pubic mound. She danced all around Azure Angel, rubbing her well oiled body all over the Asian Avenger's bound body.

"You're so beautiful," Brenda said, pulling her top down to expose 35D tits. The crowd awed and clapped. Brenda nuzzled her left cheek, then kissed it. Finally, Brenda pulled her face around, tilted her head and slowly brought her full red lips, all glossy and kissable down, down and kissed her. Long and hard. "Mmmmmmmmmm."

Their full lips slid all over each other in a highly erotic, lipstick kiss that sucked Azure Angel's breath way. That Brenda Wade knew how to kiss! As she kissed the shapely super heroine, the statuesque billionaire began fondling Azure Angel's big tits, driving the helpless heroine mad with need and desire. Brenda soon has Azure Angel panting and groaning, writhing within her bonds. Than Brenda's right hand snaked its way down, down to her helpless lover's forbidden zone.

"Ooohhh," Azure Angel groaned as Brenda's perfectly manicured, long nailed fingers slipped inside her and started working her hypersensitive clit over with amazing expertise. All the while Brenda's lips never released hers, never cease their sensual clench. "Hhhhuuummmm."

Brenda took Azure Angel from frightened to fiery hot in less than a minute. The sexy Asian Avenger was soon panting through her hose, liquid heat-infused body quaking and writhing. Brenda sensed her arousal, understood her vulnerability and how best to exploit it. She quickly and ruthlessly masturbated Azure Angel to a mind-numbing, explosive climax.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I am tamed!" Azure Angel cried. "I shame my family and lose my honor AGAIN."

A week later, both Azure Angel and Brenda are working the crowd. They were between dance sessions. Now was when they earned Erica the most money, giving lap dances and/or prostituting themselves.

Azure Angel, still in her boots, gloves and choker, was riding a big black cock and enjoying herself immensely. Dion was one of her regulars. He was a gang-banger she'd taken down and arrested just three weeks back. He was out on bond awaiting a trial she wouldn't be attending, so he would be getting off scott-free. Dion visited her for a lap dance and fuck and suck every day, just to taunt her with their changed circumstances.

Bouncing up and down his long, thick cock, she groaned and let her head roll back. It felt beyond divine. True to her Aphrodite blessed/cursed body, she slipped quickly and easily into that life of sex and debauchery. And loved every second of it, too. Oh, she sorely wanted to escape, to reclaimed her lost glory, but the chances of that were dim. She'd only escaped last time due to being rescued by Got Gal and Got Chic. Who was there to rescue her?

Full, firm, glossy lips claimed hers suddenly. Her dark eyes popped open. Brenda was kissing her again. She did that a lot. Erica insisted her girls kiss each other all the time. It turned their customers on. And actually, it turned Yumi and Brenda on too.

Brenda broke the kiss, looked down at Dion sucking hungrily on Yumi's 35D tits, and locked eyes with the beautiful Asian babe. She smiled wickedly, waggled her perfectly plucked eyebrows and glanced meaningfully at the front entrance.

Azure Angel froze, heart racing. The front door was propped open. And NO ONE WAS GUARDING IT. That was a first. So she looked back up into Brenda's eyes, and nodded understanding.

Brenda turned and sauntered over to the big, fat bastard closest to the door. Herbert was a loathsome bastard, a retiree with money to waste on hookers, who liked to fuck the girls up the butt. His cock was only about six inches long, but it was thicker than any cock had a right to be. She was glad Brenda was volunteering to bonk him, and she didn’t have to. Of course, Brenda was just trying to get as close to the door as possible.

Brenda was wearing black thigh boots, black satin opera gloves and a silver studded dog collar. Really huge silver hoop earrings and matching bangles on both wrists finished out her hooker chic FUCK ME outfit.

Azure Angel watched as Brenda went straight up to silver haired, mostly bald Herbert, straddled his fat lap and held her hand out. Without saying a word. He smiled knowingly, thinking she was hooked on his cock, and handed her fifty dollars. Brenda kissed the eighty-two year old, long and lingering. The kiss lasted the last minute of the current song, since all lap dances began with a new song, and lasted the length of that song. The fucking part lasted until the customer shot his wad.

But Dion was really fucking the shit out of her, so she lost her train of thought.

"You own me, baby!" Azure Angel cried, feeling the way Dion's cock was swelling and start to throb. He was about to blow. And so was she. "Oh Goddess Almighty! I….AM….CUMMMMMMMMMMINNNNGGG!"

Azure Angel climaxed with every customer. Always. So did Brenda. Really, they were the only two Aphrodite women in the club, and the only two who EVER climaxed having sex with johns. The other girls faked it. Some would terrible actors, others put on a good show. Most of the girls didn't bother even pretending, they just panted and gasped and urged the bastard fucking them to hurry up and cum. Since the men could tell the truth, that made her and Brenda even that much more popular.

And all the girls charged the same for lap dance and sex. Talk about a bargain.

"Oh Oh! You're the man, baby!" Brenda cried out joyously.

Azure Angel looked up, seeing the look of utter bliss on her beyond beautiful face. Brenda loved fat cock. Not necessarily up the ass, but she loved getting it good. Azure Angel's throat tightened, heart racing. She wanted some more fat cock, and wished Dion had more control. He rarely lasted more than four or five minutes.

Brenda had her back to Herbert, bouncing up and down with his cock up her poop chute. The way he preferred it. Just seeing them together made Azure Angel's sphincter throb and tingle in memory.

"Whose your daddy, Brenda?" Herbert gasped out.

"You're my daddy! You're my daddy!" she cried, whipping her head about, slinging her silky soft, waist length black hair all around and firmly into his face. He loved that so much. Herbert was a hair and ass man. "You are my DADDY! Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiieeeeeiieee!"

Herbert wasn't ready to cum yet. He never was. That fat geriatric bastard never took less than fifteen minutes to cum. Unless they ganged up on him. Azure Angel smiled wickedly and joined them.

"Hey Herbert. Mind if I join the party?"

"I'm only paying for one right now," he said with a strained voice. Brenda never ceased her bouncing, up and down his cock. Eyes closed, fondling her own 44DDs, Brenda moaned and groaned as she gave Herbert what he wanted, savoring every second herself as well. Azure Angel noticed her flat belly was quivering. "Oh God, I love the way her pussy trembles around my cock."

"No charge, Herbert," Azure Angel said. She leaned over and started kissing Brenda passionately. Brenda released her own tits and grabbed hers. They fondled each other, kissing deeply, passionately for a good five minutes, then the vanquished vigilante turned whore dropped to her knees and started sucking and licking Herbert's sweaty, cum and pussy juiced wet balls. She slurped loudly, knowing he really loved that. And then she started to hum, balls firmly in mouth, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Herbert lasted all of ten seconds, and emptied himself deep inside Brenda's throbbing cunt. Creamy cum washed down as she continued to bounce up and down, milking him of every drop. Azure Angel lapped that tasty cum up eagerly, and kinda sorta hating her love for it as she did so.

Azure Angel stood up and looked down at Brenda as she finally stopped bouncing, and just sat there with Herbert's hard cock up her tight ass, huffing and puffing. She looked up and locked eyes with Azure Angel. Erotic electricity shot between them, sucking away both of their breathes.

"Shall we?" Brenda said, slanting a look at the unguarded door.

"Oh, lets," she said.

Azure Angel pulled Brenda off Herbert's cock, and they turned and raced towards the door. They'd reached the door before the first startled cries rose up. It was Herbert who figured it out first. He didn't want to lose his two favorite ass holes to fuck. But it was too late. They slipped out into the neon lit night street. It was two in the morning, so very few people were out and about.

Without hesitation, Brenda and Yumi raced away into the darkness.

# # # # #

Ms Americana stood outside of Erica Sambino's sprawling country estate. As Brenda, while at Sassy Girls, Brenda had overheard Erica laughing telling another mob boss that she kept all of her super heroine trophies in that mansion. Including all three of Ms Americana's power belts. Captain Jack has sold the two the pirates had to Erica, she had said. The pirates destroyed the two belts they captured, but the one she got of Ms Americana's body herself was still in pristine condition. She was very proud of that fact, too.

Worse, everyone understood now that Ms Americana no longer had a power belt, so was vulnerable. In the two weeks since her escape with Azure Angel, Ms Americana had tried to "show the colors" and had her ass handed to her five times. She barely escaped being captured. But two pimps beat her and Azure Angel senseless, fucked them stupid and them made a mistake and let them escape. Once was bad enough, but twice was just too humiliating. Since that time, no one just surrendered any more. They all put up fights, and sometimes she was not up to it.

"So humiliating," Ms Americana muttered, feeling her face heat up. "I have no choice. I'm going in."

The sexy Queen of Justice had to recover her last working power belt.

At least word was on the street and out in the public that Ms Americana was back. Everyone noticed she wasn’t wearing her power belt. And they were commenting on the fact that apparently Azure Angel was her NEW sidekick. Flag Girl's replacement. Talk about making her feel guilty.

Truth was, Azure Angel was unofficially her new sidekick. At least until Flag Girl was rescued. Of course, Lydia might not want to be Flag Girl any more after her long ordeal. Such extended stays under absolute control and discipline usually broke a super heroine's will to fight. Most likely, Lydia would vanish into a life of wild partying and depraved sex. Brenda would finance her hedonistic lifestyle, of course, out of guilt.

"Captain Jack will know my wrath," Ms Americana said. She scowled at the empty sky. "I hard kick in the head will be a good start."

The red, white and blue bikini clad beauty slipped into the night shadows and vanished. She stealthily snuck across the vast, manicured grounds and up to the stately mansion in the center. All the lights were out. It was four o'clock in the morning, after all. She wasn't sure if Erica was at this home, or sleeping in her luxury condo in the city. She didn't plan to go looking for her, either. Not tonight.

Ms Americana snuck around, looking in each window. It didn’t take too long to find what she was looking for. At first appearances it was a game room with pin ball machines, electronic games and pool tables. But above the fireplace, in a lighted shadow box, was Erica's most prized trophy -- Ms Americana's ENTIRE costume. Including her undamaged power belt. The two damaged power belts were in their own trophy cases to either side of the fireplace. For Erica to have more than the bikini and power belt meant the pirates sold her some of their trophies. Fat Frank took EVERYTHING from her.

The Queen of Justice smashed out one pane of glass as quietly as she could. Then she unlocked the window and slipped inside.

"Oh my!" she cried, seeing other trophies.

There were the full costumes and masks of over a dozen super heroines. All missing now, some for years. One of the costumes was Champion Girl's, another Azure Angel's. Erica had videos on a loop, playing on more than twenty monitors, all showing a different video of a some local super heroine captured, being stripped and fucked stupid. There were TWO such videos of herself, captured and being sorely used and abused. She'd seen them all before, since they were all available on the internet.

She scowled at them and headed for her power belt. Once she had that belt around her waist, she would start teaching Erica a valuable lesson. She would start by tearing that trophy room apart.

"Oh, hello baby, miss me?" Ms Americana said, caressing the glass above her power belt.

Click!

"Not really," Big Mike said behind her, pressing a pistol into her back, between her shoulder blades and aimed at her heart. "Welcome to super heroine hell, Ms Americana."

Ms Americana slowly raised her red gloved hands, then glanced left and right. Big Mike was not alone. There were three goons to her left, and three to her right. Seven big, ugly, brutal mobsters. Everyone of them known to her. Everyone of them with very personal reason to enjoy capturing her.

If her power belt was around her waist, where it belonged, Ms Americana wouldn't have worried about the gun. The belt's power was proof against firearms. But now she was vulnerable, helpless. The Queen of Justice was at the Sambino Family's mercy. She was turned around to face them, with another goon stepping behind her and holding a pistol to her back.

"You won't get away with this Big Mike," Ms Americana said, head held high and striking a semi-super heroine pose. It was hard to look strong and intimidating while holding your hands up. But she thrust out her tits and cocked her hip and leveled cold eyes on him.

"I see you don't really believe that," he said, chuckling. "Otherwise your panties wouldn't be so sopping wet already. Boys, this super-POWERLESS bitch is hornier than hell."

"Just the way I like my heroines, haughty and helpless," Sal the Knife said.

"And HORNY," Big Mike said.

"Ah, they are all horny, my friend," Sal said. He stepped up close to Ms Americana, pulled out and clicked open a switchblade. He grinned at she gasped, frightened as he cut her top between those titanic tits, releasing her 44DDs. Then he cut off her bottoms. "Okay, let me amend what I said. I like my heroines haughty, helpless and NAKED."

"The pleasure you gain from ravishing my helpless body will not save you," Ms Americana said, feeling raging butterflies filling her belly. Her huge tits were tingling, as was her pussy. She could barely breathe due to a tight chest. Sal reached up and pinched an engorged nipple, already erect and rock hard from her body's betrayal and anticipation. That single pinch ripped through her shapely body, bringing her libido to full boil and pushing her to the brink of orgasm in seconds. Her accursed Aphrodite body REMEMBERED and wanted it. "Oh! Great Liberty! I can't endure another gang bang!"

Ms Americana was manhandled over to a brass pole. A stripper pole on a well lighted stage. Apparently Erica really liked to entertain her mob soldiers and lieutenants. She was backed up against the pole, her wrists pulled back and handcuffed. Then Sal tied her elbows together.

"You're not going anywhere," Big Mike said, laughing. He reached down and pushed his finger up and deep into Ms Americana's vagina. She gasped and rubbed her thighs together, feeling him pushing her closer and closer to la-la land. "Sal, go call Erica. Tell her what we've caught."

Sal pulled out a cell phone and started dialing. Big Mike moved around behind Ms Americana, his finger never coming out of her body. His other big hand come around the other side and cupped a heavy tit and gave his a firm, possessive squeeze. Then his finger slipped out of her vagina, and found her super sensitive, tingling clit.

"Oh Goddess!" she cried, back arching, rolling up on her tip-toes.

"Whoa, I found her FUCK-ME button," Big Mike laughed.

"You are going to pay dearly for this!" Ms Americana cried, then he pushed her over the top. The climax seared her soul, rattling the courageous but cast-down Queen of Justice to her very bones and soul. "Uughh! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Yes, ma'am, that's Ms Americana screaming," Sal said into his cell phone. "Yep, it's Big Mike finger fucking her. No, she still has her mask on. We only removed her top and bottoms. You know, to have a little fun."

Big Mike was really fondling her tits now. His vile finger was double timing her clit, too. Pushing her hard towards another climax. The sexy super vixen shook her head NO hard, slinging silky, glossy black hair around about her in an ebon cloud.

"I….will ….not….sur…surren…….Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!"

"Big Mike, Erica said no more games. Ms Americana has to be destroy pronto," Sal said, leering at the statuesque super heroine. "She said don’t wait for her. Remove Ms Americana's mask right now, and tell her who we find HIDING behind it. Erica wants to know now."

"No! You can't do this to me! Not the mask!" she cried. Ms Americana froze when Big Mike's thick fingers seized the edge of her mask.

"I've longed for this day, Americana," Big Mike whispered in her ear.

His right finger really started rubbing her clit with a vengeance, even as his left hand started pulling off the mask. Double sided tape is good, but no match for a man. Brenda gasped and writhed, her baby blues crossed and she groaned wantonly.

"It's coming," Big Mike said.

"Uuuggghhhhh," Ms Americana groaned.

"Almost there….oh, my," Big Mike said, a look of amazement filling his face. "And…Ms Americana is UNMASKED!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, I am RUINED!" she cried, and then had another climax. "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!"

"Tell Erica that Ms Americana is none other than Brenda FUCK ME ALL NIGHT AT SASSY GIRLS Wade."
She was released and her knees promptly buckled. Ms Americana, once known far and wide as the legendary Queen of Justice, was unmasked and recognized. She fell to her knees, only held up by her bound arms around the stripper pole. Big Mike stepped in front of her and pulled out his enormous cock. The vanquished vigilante looked at him with dread as she licked her full red lips.

"Brenda," Big Mike said. She looked up, tears rolling down across her now bare cheeks. Her baby blues locked on Big Mike's dark, unmerciful eyes. "You've done it a thousand times before at Sassy Girls…suck my dick, bitch."

Ms Americana sniffed once, nodded dejectedly and parted full red lips slowly. Her hot, wet tongue rolled out and cupped the head of his big dick. Then she guided him in with her tongue, and gobbled him down as the big Sambino Family mobster sighed with contentment and victory.

"Erica said she'll come in first thing in the morning," Sal said. "She said….have fun, and fuck Ms Americana ten times stupid."

# # # # #

The next two weeks were pure humiliating hell for Ms Americana. For three days the Sambino Family enjoyed an extended gang bang of the beautiful super heroine. Erica acted as dominatrix / hostess / entertainment director. She made sure every male member of the Family fucked her at least once in every single orifice of her spectacular body. Of course every second of it was filmed for prosperity, and most of the time it was broadcast live on the internet and some pay-for-view networks. The men, of course, wore full face masks to hide their identities.

She was unmasked a second time live on pay-for-view the next night after her capture. Erica, in dominatrix leather and mask did the honors that time. Big production, lights and pizzazz. Very dramatic, and very profitable. Eighteen million people paid $19.99 that night to watch it live, and millions had downloaded it for $9.99 afterward.

Between those two cash cows, and other rights and sales, Erica had grossed over $388 million dollars in just two weeks.

After Ms Americana's / Brenda Wade's initialization into the world of top dollar porn and BDSM humiliation, it was time to "show her true colors" to the world, especially to Sugar Town. So Erica had a series of gatherings, of parties, where she invited fellow mobsters from rival Family to come over and enjoy Bang Brenda parties. She even took her down in costume to Sugar Town for a street celebration, where Ms Americana was paraded up and down every street in Sugar Town to wild cheers and much dancing and laughter. At each and every intersection, Ms Americana was unmasked, forced to proclaim "I am a whore!" and then forced to give a pimp or pusher a blow job. The paraded ended at four o'clock in the morning, in front of The Palace, where King Pimp enjoyed a trip around her reamed out world to the joy of Sugar Towners watching.

"Good morning, Brenda," Erica said, sitting up in bed and stretching languorously. Brenda stood next to her bed, as usual, dressed that morning in a French Maid outfit. All black latex and extremely tight, of course.

"Good morning, Mistress Erica."

"How are you feeling this fine morning?"

"Sore and tired, Mistress," Brenda said. "How may I please you this morning?"

"Can you will yourself to death?"

"If I could, Mistress, I would've died two weeks ago," Brenda said. The slave girl set her silver tray down and indicated the two steaming cups. "Coffee? Tea? Me?"

"You," Erica said, like every morning.

Brenda crawled up on the bed, face to face with her mistress. Erica laid back and spread her long, shapely legs. The vanquished super heroine moved between them, and immediately started eating the mob boss out.

"I met with Captain Jack and Raquel the Red last night, while you were making that porn video," Erica said. "The good captain generously gave Flag Girl to Big Mike and my boys to enjoy while we discussed business. She's even more submissive and sexually insatiable than you."

"Really?" a familiar and totally unexpected voice said to their side.

Brenda and Erica looked over to find Azure Angel and Amazing Babe standing there in arrogant super heroine poses. Amazing Babe looked horrified. Azure Angel just looked pissed.

"That's my friend you're fucking, bitch," Azure Angel growled.

In a flash the two super heroines leapt into the bed and wrestled Erica into submission. A red ball gag was stuffed into her mouth, her wrists were bound behind her back and her elbows tied together. Then they tied her ankles and knees together before rolling her over onto her belly and forcing her head back and feet forward. In no time Erica Sambino was hogtied in her own bed, ankles bound to throat position that left her back painfully bowed.

Brenda shoved a pair of vibrating dildos up the mob boss's pussy and butt, and turned them on HIGH.

"I'm not through with you, Erica," Brenda growled in her ear. "I'll be back."

Soon they were in the secret room under Wade Towers. Brenda had been forced to reveal her secret rooms at Wade Manor to Erica. Had to even give a guided tour, live on the internet, and then Erica auctioned off all her spare costumes and other super heroine paraphernalia. Strangely, her star-spangled blue mask fetched 25 thousand each (there were seven) while her red stiletto boots each brought in between 31K and 56 thousand (there were only three). Erica had already started up a brothel in former mansion, where Brenda turned tricks in the master suite a few times a week. She couldn't go back there.

"There's nothing to eat?" Brenda said looking in the refrigerator.

"We ran out of money," Azure Angel said, shrugging. "I lost my income when both you and Axanna were captured. Unfortunately, Amazing Babe's secret identity has also been discovered. We have no means of income to support ourselves."

"Thank God you're a billionaire," Amazing Babe said, removing her mask and rubbing her beautiful face.

"I've been cut off," Brenda said. She turned on the 42 inch LED TV mounted on the wall, turning to the local all news channel. "All of my assets are frozen, due to my capture by Erica. So I might be filthy rich, but I cannot access any of it."

"Oh, that sucks," Amazing Babe said, throwing her mask across the room. "How are we going to eat? We can stay here, so shelter is not a problem."

"We could go after pushers and pimps, and take their ill gotten money," Azure Angel suggested.

"Ohh, no. I am Ms Americana. I cannot steal, not even from criminals," Brenda said.

She opened her closet and surveyed her scant wardrobe. A couple designer business suits, a dozen expensive dresses, and red, white and black evening gowns. Oh, and half a dozen Ms Americana costumes, complete with mask, boots and gloves. Nothing there was designed to blend in, which is the kind of clothes she needed at that moment. Then Azure Angel caught her attention by gasping and pointing at the TV.

On the screen was a live shot of the pirate ship sailing into Delta City in a rare daylight raid. With the city all but denuded of super heroines the pirates, and all criminals, were getting bolder and bolder.

"Great Liberty, it is STORM! We have to go!"

So, getting into full costume, the three super heroines headed out. Ms Americana kept her older vehicles there. The Americana Mobil they piled into was three years old, but reliable none the less. Within minutes they were roaring down the streets of Delta City, looking for the pirate ship.

"It was headed toward Sugar Town," Amazing Babe said. "I bet they have a meeting with other miscreants."

"Or they are just flying over," Ms Americana said. "I doubt they'd come into town so boldly just for a meeting."

Traffic was thick, so the pirate ship was nowhere to be found once they got out of traffic. That made Ms Americana think. Where did the pirates vanish too for weeks at a time? It couldn't be easy hiding that ship. Time for some research and real detective work. But first, something to eat.

"Let's go to Pizza by the Slice," Ms Americana said. " Maybe they'll donate a free pizza to us."

Just saying it irked her to no end. She was one of the richest people in Delta City, reduced to asking for handouts. But she had no choice, so headed over to that pizza parlor in downtown Delta City. It was early, just eleven in the morning when they arrived. The Pizza by the Slice had just opened.

The three sexy super heroines went in. The pizza place was empty except for two young men and a woman. The two men wore leather jacks and jeans, the girl a halter top, cutoffs and stiletto ankle boots. They looked the sexy super heroines over warily.

"Hello, may I speak to the manager on duty?" Ms Americana asked the awestruck young woman at the counter. A few seconds later a scowling older man came up, looked them up and down and scowled at them. "Hello, I am Ms Americana, and these are my associates Azure Angel and Amazing Babe. We've been up all night, and are starved, but don't have any cash on us. Would you be willing to donate a pizza to us?"

"Donate? Donate? Do I look like I'm made of money? Do I?" he said, eyes almost bugging out. "If you don't have money, then get out. We don't want your kind in here."

"Our kind?" Ms Americana said icily.

"Yeah. Whores," he said. "I've heard all about your pornos, Ms Americana. I've also heard how you turn tricks in Sugar Town and give known pimps BJs right and left. I'll give a real COP a freebie, but not YOU."

Ms Americana stepped back, startled. Shocked. She'd almost forgotten all the porno videos Erica had forced her to perform in. And she had made her give more BJs to pimps and pushers than she could count. So she had no argument to give the manager. All the Queen of Justice could do was lower her head and leave.

"Oh Goddess, that was so humiliating," Amazing Babe said, then rubbed her belly as it growled loud enough for everyone to hear. Then Ms Americana's belly growled just as loud. "I'm starving. What are we going to do?"

"We got a pie," one of the young men said as that young threesome exited the pizza joint and headed for a custom van. They opened the side sliding door and plopped down and opened their box. "Would you like some?"

Ms Americana hesitated. He was looking at them with lecherous eyes. All three of them were, including the young woman. They all looked to be around eighteen or nineteen. Unemployed. Maybe unemployable.

"We're not going to prostitute ourselves for a slice of pizza," Ms Americana sneered.

"Really? What would you prostitute yourself for? Twenty dollars? Fifty?" he said.

All three heroines froze, fists clenched. The three youths froze, eyeing them warily. Then Ms Americana relaxed, gave them a withering look, and motioned to the other heroines.

"Let's go, Ladies. We don’t to stand here and take that abuse from them."

"Hey. Wait. Here, take a bite, Ms Americana," he said, standing and holding out a thick, gooey slice of pizza with everything on it. Her mouth watered and belly growled very loud. The youths heard it and smirked. She wanted to turn on a heel and march away, but…she was so hungry. It would only get worse. So the sexy super heroine stepped up to the young man and reached for the slice. He pulled it back. "No, no, just a bite."

So the Queen of Justice leaned forward, opening wide and he put the tip of the pizza into her mouth. She chomped down fast, taking a healthy bite out of the slice. It tasted divine. The other two each gave Azure Angel and Amazing a bite as well.

"Another please," Ms Americana said, hating the way she sounded. Almost BEGGING for food like a dog on the floor. But he let her take another bite, before he quickly devoured the rest of that slice. The other two followed suit. "Mmm, thank you."

She glanced at the box. Those three slices were half the pizza. There was still three slices left. Two bites only increased her need to eat. A whole slice might dampen her appetite enough to make it another night without too much discomfort.

At that time she realized there were a good twenty common citizens hanging around and watching. Then the three youths picked up the last three slices and turned back with wicked smiles.

"Kneel, Ms Americana," he said.

"I can't."

"Then good bye," he said.

The three super heroines shared a pained, longing look. They hated themselves, but what could they do? Ms Americana thought she couldn't be humiliated worse than the videos she starred in over the last two weeks. So, reluctantly, and to the loud gasps of the bystanders, the Queen of Justice dropped to her knees before the young man. He caressed her cheek, and she didn’t pull away. Then he gave her the tiniest of bites.

"I need more than that," she said, baby blues flashing.

"So do I," he said, and offered her the pizza but also bent over to kiss her cheek. She pulled away, so he pulled the pizza away. "Nothing is free, Ms A."

"Bastard," she growled, then opened her mouth. He kissed the corner of her mouth, then let her take another small bite. "Grrrr, I need bigger bites."

"Give me a kiss," he said.

"I'll get a decent sized bite?"

"Yes."

"Okay," she said, and titled her face up. He leaned over and kissed her long and hard. She felt his free hand sink into her silky black hair, and it felt good. Real good. She started kissing him back. "Mmmmmm."

He fed her a bigger bite, but it was only half what she wanted. He dropped to one knee beside her, holding the pizza before her face enticingly. His hand was caressing her back now. She parted her full red lips when he leaned in for another kiss. This time their kiss was passionate, needy and filled with mutual hunger. It lasted a good five minutes, and when it was done he let her have as big a bite as she wanted.

He started rubbing her sweet round butt while she chewed. By the time she ate the entire slice Ms Americana's body was on fire, liquid heat was burning her inside out and she really wanted to screw that young man. But people were watching, so she stood up on wobbly legs and looked around.

Both Amazing Babe and Azure Angel had followed her lead. Azure Angel was making out with the other young man, and Amazing Babe was involved in some pretty heavy petting with the girl. The Queen of Justice rousted her comrades and they departed with what little dignity they could muster. It wasn't much.

Word got around fast. By that evening, when the three super heroines returned to the streets everyone know of the show they'd put out at the pizza place. They all immediately got "dates." They were once again hand fed, like begging dogs. Kissing was involved. Light petting. A whole lot of humiliation. But they got enough to eat to hold them over to the next evening. But no meal was forthcoming. The men wanted sex now, and they refused. They went to bed hungry that night.

The next morning was more of the same. Then King Pimp showed up, and they barely fought their way out of that place. They endured another day and night without food.

"Hello, Ladies," Chief Wessel said. He was Chief of Vice and sitting on the front of his unmarked squad car. A big white bag was sitting next to him. The three super heroines found themselves staring at that white bag. "I hear you girls are HUNGRY."

Chief Wessel was a crooked cop. Ms Americana was the super heroine that caught him red handed, and got him busted down to nothing and transferred to vice. He'd never forgiven he for that, but found his niche in Vice. At forty-five, he was starting to gray and had a pronounced paunch. He was a vile, vile man that rarely passed up a chance to belittle, humiliate or hit on a super heroine.

On the street he was called The Weasel.

He pulled a burger out and took a big bite. The three super heroines groaned, clutching at their bellies. He then held it straight out at Ms Americana. She timidly stepped forward, baby blues locked on that burger. It looked delicious. Just as her lips touched it, he pulled it back.

"I can't image you enjoying this juicy burger with that terribly tight and restrictive top on," Wessel said. "Take it off."

Ms Americana looked all around.

"We're alone. I made sure of that, BRENDA," he said, and laughed. He lifted the burger again. "Take off the top, babe."

"You're a sorry, disgusting bastard, Weasel," Ms Americana snarled, but removed her top. "There, happy? Give me the burger."

"Just a big bite, babe," he said.

He had her over a barrel. She'd already taken off her top, so what was she going to do? Refuse? So she just took a single bite. Then he had the other two super heroines take off their tops and get their bite of burger.

"Now, each of you give me a big kiss for two bites," The Weasel said, smirking.

"Great Liberty, this man is evil and vile," Ms Americana cried, but stepped up and wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a BIG kiss, long and lingering. He, of course, fondled her naked tits. She'd expected no less. And she got her too big bites of burger, too. Azure Angel and then Amazing Babe followed her lead and finished out that burger. "Weasel, I hate you."

"I know. Lose your bottoms," he said, and laughed as he pulled out another burger. "Because you're still hunger, babes."

"Great Liberty!" Ms Americana cried to the Heavens. Then she shrugged dejectedly. "Why not? At least you're feeding us."

He gave them a speculative looks at the three sexy super heroines stripped off their bottoms and waited. He smiled cruelly.

"I have three burgers left. Do you want to stop playing games and just earn the whole burger at once?"

"That would be best," Ms Americana said, scowling at him.

"Good," he said, and stood up. He indicated the hood of his squad car. "Lay down and spread 'em, babes. After I fuck each of you, you will have EARNED your pay. Agreed?"

"Pig!" Ms Americana cried.

"Bastard," Azure Angel growled

"Well, I've NEVER!" Amazing Babe exclaimed.

"But none of you said NO," he said, and laughed. "I'm waiting."

The three super sexy super heroines looked back and forth between each other in silence. Finally, Ms Americana shrugged, dropped her head and headed for the car. Azure Angel and Amazing Babe followed.

The Weasel watched them sit on the front of his car, legs hanging off and lay back on the warm hood. His gleeful eyes rose up just a bit, spotting the dash-cam. That video recorder was catching it all on tape. Audio and video. Ms Americana, Azure Angel and Amazing Babe were prostituting themselves for a BURGER.

The Weasel pulled out his cock, moved up between Ms Americana's legs and pressed his dick head firmly against her swollen nether lips. He found them slippery wet, ready for him. He grabbed her jostling tits, squeezing and massaging them with delight. In no time flat she was panting, squirming beneath him. She so wanted it. The High and Mighty, too superior and good to ever submit to a mere man, Ms Americana was laid out on his car, legs spread wide and panting like a dog in heat.

"I've waited twenty years for this moment, Ms Americana," he said, locking eyes with her.

Chief Wessel thrust into her with all he had.

"Uuuugggghh," she groaned, back arching and hands coming up to clutch at him desperately. "Great Liberty, he's so big. Oh. Oh. Ugh, Goddess help me."

Ms Americana's baby blues rolled up and she started panting gustily, with every thrust. Her body completely skipped butterflies, and went straight to erotic heat. Her booted feet rose up to point up in a wide V, trying to maximize her own pleasure. She knew what she was doing, knew how it looked and how much pleasure it was giving her enemy to do that to her, but she couldn't help it. She'd never been able to control her libido or her body since those eight weeks in Sassy Girls.

"I'm such a raging WHORE! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"'

"Yes you are, Ameri-slut," The Weasel sneered, pulled out and flipped her over. Then he thrust deep up her ass. She wailed sweetly. "Ah, even better. That overly reamed out CUNT of yours was all stretched out."

The debauched Queen of Justice gasped and groaned, writhed and clawed at the hood of his squad car. But she was helpless to resist, and endured another ten minutes and three climaxes before he creamed her ass and pulled out.

The Weasel left her panting and whimpering, face down on the hood of his car as he turned to Azure Angel. She looked at him, then at Ms Americana and swallowed hard. Her dark eyes grew wide as he slipped between her knees, and guided his hard cock into her twat.

"Ooooh," she groaned, head rolling back. She was tight as tight could be. "So shameful."

He grabbed her face as he started pounding his meat into her aching pussy. The sexy Asian Avenger gasped prettily, clutched at him and got the most amazed look on her face as he pounded her super tight twat.

The Weasel fucked her long and hard, savoring every stroke. She was much younger than Ms Americana, and much more innocent and inexperienced. So he quickly had her panting and writhing, moaning and groaning. Helpless. Horny.

"Oh, I bring such SHAME on my ancestors!" she cried, then arched up and screamed as a powerful orgasm shook her shapely body. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeee!"

"Good girl," he laughed.

By this time Azure Angel was fucking him harder than he was fucking her. Ms Americana and Amazing Babe watched slack-jawed at the Asian beauty totally lost herself in the sex.

"Azure Angel is already tamed," Ms Americana said, sounding horrified and envious at the same time.

"Yes, she is," he said. "Now, Ms A, sit on her face. Azure Angel will eat you out while I fuck her."

The Queen of Justice crawled over and sat on her comrade's face. Azure Angel immediately started eating her out. And she was good. Really good.

"Oh. Oh my," Ms Americana said, head rolling back. Then The Weasel pulled out of Azure Angel's quivering pussy, and Ms Americana leaned forward and down, and started eating out the Asian Avenger with relish. "Mmmmgggghhh."

"Ah, girl-on-girl 69. Gotta love it," The Weasel said, grinning wolfishly. He stepped over between Amazing Babe's blue booted feet, grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. "Let's see if blondes really are more fun."

"Uuugggghhh," Amazing Babe groaned as his hard, thick cock pushed deep into her vulnerable, quaking body. After watching Ms Americana and Azure Angel with him, she was so hot to be fucked it was ridiculous. And SHAMEFUL. "Oh, Goddess, so good. Forgive me, my Goddess, but it is good."

"That's because all you Aphrodite enhanced super whores are born to fuck," The Weasel said. "And you know it. That's why you normally avoid sex like the plague. Such super whores!"

"You know about that?" she cried, the butterflies already gone, and replaced with an erotic heat she loved too much.

"Oh yeah, babe, I've studied your kind for twenty years," he said, doubling the rate he was pounding her sopping wet pussy.

He was so close to finally popping his wad, but he wanted her to come first. He could tell she was already at the very edge, so he just needed to push her over the top. So the crooked Vice cop grabbed her face in both hands, and pulled her in for a savage, demanding kiss.

"Mmmmmmmm," they groaned together.

That was too much for poor, hapless Amazing Babe.

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh my! Not….again…Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, eyes wide in awe.

"Who's your daddy?"

"You're my daddy! You're my…AAaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Oh YES!" The Weasel cried, feeling that heady rush out of his body, ejaculating deep into her shapely body.

The Weasel pulled all three super heroines off the car. Then directly in front of the car, headlights lighting them up spectacularly, he put Amazing Babe in the middle, Ms Americana to left and Azure Angel to her right. A blonde sandwiched between to gorgeous black-haired babes. Then he made them take turns sucking his cock and balls until he came in each of their mouths.

Finally, he glanced at the dash-cam, picked up the bag of burgers and grinned at the eager eyed super heroines still kneeling before him.

"Do you think you EARNED this burger with your bodies?" he asked

"Yes!" they cried.

"Here," he said, handing out the three burgers. They ripped them out of his hands, and began devouring them. "You whored yourselves for burgers. Talk about cheap whores. Is a burger whore even lower than a crack whore? Hmm, something to think about. Happy hooking, super whores."

# # # # #

The next month was better. Brenda made some calls, and managed to get one of her credit cards activated. They didn’t have to beg for food, or worse, whore themselves out for a burger. Since none of them dared to go back out into the world as their alter egos, knowing that their enemies were waiting in ambush for them, they were freed up to dedicate their lives to crime fighting. Mostly, though, they waited impatiently for the pirate ship to return. They were obsessed with freeing their captured costumed comrades.

They stayed in their secret lair by day, sleeping with one person up monitoring the TV news at all times. But all three went out at night, and started a campaign to terrorized their enemies in Sugar Town, since it was so close. A night didn’t go by that each of them didn't take down a pusher or pimp, chased off johns and buyers and generally made life tougher for the sex and drug workers in Sugar Town.

With their new successes came renewed respect. Once again pushers, pimps and hookers ran at the sight of one of them approaching. They were starting to feel their oats again. And calling Ms Americana "Brenda" just meant she beat your ass twice as bad. They stopped doing that real fast.

"Well now, if it isn't the legendary Ms Hypocrite," Chief Wessel said, five weeks after that most humiliating night with the hamburgers.

Ms Americana leveled cold, baby blues on him, fists clenching and unclenching. He had his fun at her expense. Yeah, he won that round. As far as the sexy super heroine was concerned, the war was not over. He would get his.

"You would leave if you knew what I was feeling right now," Ms Americana snarled. "I would highly suggest running, in fact."

"But if you attacked me, that would be more charges leveled against you," The Weasel said, grinning wickedly.

"More charges? What charges?" she said warily.

"Prostitution."

That accusation froze her heart. It was true. She was a prostitute in Sassy Girls. But she never saw him in there.

"You can't prove anything," she said, turning away from him. She didn't like where that conversation was leading.

He pointed at his windshield. "See the dash-cam?"

"So?"

"It was there on burger night, where you, Amazing BJ Babe, and alluring Azure Angel all PROSTITUTED yourselves for a mere burger," he said. "Caught on tape, as they say. Proof positive that MS AMERICANA was more than willing to whore herself for a mere $1.99 burger. No fries or cola, even. Such a nasty cheap whore, you are, Ms A."

"You really are a monster!" she cried.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Take off the top," he commanded. "Now."

"I will not!"

"Take it off, or I give the tape to the D.A."

"You wouldn't dare! You'd be exposed as a dirty cop," she said.

"I'll turn states evidence against you and your two super slut friends, and accept retirement," he said. "Or, you can do as you are told. Take off the damn top."

The sexy super heroine glared at him hotly a long moment, but saw he wasn't backing down. Scowling, she removed her top. Then he surprised her by quickly handcuffing her before she realized what he was going to do. She tugged futilely at the cuffs.

"Oh, you! You vile man!" she growled.

More men emerged from the darkness. She recognized them as vice cops. Five vice cops. Then the Weasel grabbed a nipple and started pulling her toward a dark alley. Ms Americana had no choice but to follow. She was taken to a door, with a single light burning above it. In that bright light she was forced to her knees.

"I have evidence that will send you, Ms Americana / Brenda Wade, to prison. To PRISON. What kind of reception do you think you'd receive there?"

"What do you want?"

"Good girl, I can see you are going to cooperate," he said, and unzipped. "From this day onward, you and your dirty threesome are at my beck and call. Understand."

"Goddess, how humil…ugh…I understand," she whispered.

"You can continue playing super heroine all you want, but when I call, you come running," he said.

"Fine." She looked the five horny men over with utter contempt. "Can we get this party started? I have things to do before dawn."

The Weasel stepped up and she gobbled his cock down. Even handcuffed, she gave great head. She was well trained by Erica Sambino. Even so, it took fifteen minutes of intense head, cock licking, ball licking before he finally ballooned her cheeks and pulled out. She swallowed and opened wide for the next cop.

Instead, he pulled the sexy super heroine to her booted feet. He pulled her thong bottoms down her mile long legs, and then dropped his pants. Then he spent the next five minutes indulging years of pent up titty lust on her 44DDs. That left her panting, body sweat slick and angry butterflies battling her in quaking belly.

The crooked Vice cop grabbed her sweet round ass, lifted her up, and impaled Ms Americana on his long, thick cock. Then he started bouncing her up and down that wicked cock. Back arched, head thrown back, the Queen of Justice groaned wantonly as she wrapped her shapely legs around him.

In less than a minute the butterflies were burned away by intense, erotic liquid heat. She was panting loud, between loud gasps, as she continued to bounce on his cock, driving her mad with need and desire and pleasure. He was taking her to climax faster than anyone ever had. And she understood that once she climaxed, she would change into the wanton, sex-obsessed whore they really wanted her to be.

"Great Liberty! Goddess, for…forgive…..me….Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeee!"

"She's tamed now, boys," The Weasel said. "Have at her."

"Yes!" the cop fucking her cried, and lost his battle.

"Aaaaaauuuuuuuuuuugggghhhh!" Ms Americana cried, climaxing again when she felt him creaming her cunt.

The next crooked Vice cop was big and black. He removed the cuffs and forced her to lean against the wall in the frisk position -- hands and feet spread wide. He ran his big, rough hands all over her spectacular, sweat slick and shimmering body. Then he pulled out his cock, and slapped her sweet, round ass cheeks with it, before slipping it between those cheeks and up to her sphincter. Ms Americana groaned in misery and defeat, but knew she had no choice. She relaxed her butt hole as much as she could, and braced herself for his painful penetration.

"I'm sure you've heard this before, Ameri-bitch, but I've waited a long time for this moment," he whispered in her ear, his hands roughly fondling her titanic tits. Then he pushed hard, thrusting deep into her ass. "Bingo. I hope it hurts like hell."

"Uuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana cried, baby blues wide in shock and pain. "Oh Goddess, you're splitting me in half!"

With his hands never leaving her tits, the cop fucked her long and hard. Within a minute or so, the pain went away and was replaced with erotic pleasure. Before she knew it Ms Americana was bucking her ass back into his thrusts and moaning with supreme pleasure. He laughed when she climaxed.

"Aaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The big black cop got another four orgasms off her before he filled her ass with cum. He gave her quivering ass cheeks a hard slap, and the next two cops stepped up to the plate.

"Aagh," the sexy super heroine grunted when she was pulled away from the wall by her long, black hair. She was forced to bend over at the waist, knees locked straight. Then one of the cops mounted her from behind. She groaned wantonly as his cock pushed deep into her cunt. Then the other cop, the one holding her silky black hair, pushed his cock down her throat.

"Mmmmmmmggggggggghhh," she groaned, starting to suck with enthusiasm right away.

Ms Americana was still highly aroused from too many forced climaxes. They quickly brought her to climax, and again, and again. Every thought was vanquished from her mind, but the need to satisfy those two cocks inside her body. She obsessed on those cocks. The statuesque super heroine NEEDED to satisfy those cocks, and thus be given supreme pleasure in return. It was all she wanted or cared about.

"Ms Americana is completely tamed now, boys," The Weasel said. "All super heroines get this way once you climax them a few times."

"Sex obsessed whores?"

"Yep."

"Cool."

Ms Americana didn't care what they said. She was in Heaven, getting double fucked. In the back of her mind, she understood this was a bad thing. She was being terribly disrespected, used and abused. But she loved every second of it. And that was due to her Aphrodite gene enhanced body. Understanding it did not change her reactions to their efforts one bit.

The two cops forced another seven climaxes out of the super sexy costumed vigilante before they filled her pussy and mouth with hot cum, and passed her off to the next cop. She felt to her knees before him, huffing and puffing and mind spinning from all the orgasms.

"I want a titty job, Americana," he said. He was an old cop. Had to be in his sixties, with buzz cut hair bristling with silver and a pronounced gut hanging over his belt. "I want to see my cum dripping off them fat puppies."

Titty fucking was her least favorite thing to do. It gave her no stimulation, no pleasure, and it ended up with her face, neck and titties all nasty with hot, sticky cum.

"You're disgusting," Ms Americana said, crinkling her nose at him as she knelt before the bad cop. But she rose up on her knees, unzipped him and pulled out his cock. Seconds later, she pressed her 44DDs to either side of that cock, and started titty fucking him. Every time his cock head thrust up from between her massive tits she gave it a kiss or lick, and thus made him cum in record time. "Why so glum, Detective? Embarrassed by your hair trigger? Hmm?"

The other cops laughed at him, and the last cop claimed the saucy super heroine. She was laid back on the trunk of a parked car, and he slipped between her wide spread legs. He mounted her quickly, and started to fuck her with wild enthusiasm. Ms Americana groaned and lost herself in that heady feeling right away. He forced another five climaxes from her shapely body, then filled her yet again with cum.

Then it became a free for all, as all five tried to sate their lusts upon her responsive body as quickly as they could. She was soon experiencing machine gun orgasms, and giving more pleasure than anyone ever dreamed possible.

Ms Americana satisfied all five in less than three hours. Chief Wessel took his handcuffs and left with the laughing vice cops. She collected her costume and mask, got dressed and returned to the street. She looked up into the night sky, wishing the pirates would return so she could save her friends and vanish forever. Brenda Wade could setup shop in another city, under an alias. Maybe reinvent herself in the guise of a new super heroine.

Then in the distance, she heard: Boom.

Ms Americana's head turned towards that distant boom. The skies were clear. Not thunder. Boom. Boom. Boom. Cannons. The pirates were back!

"Great Liberty, my chance for redemption has arrived!"

The statuesque Queen of Justice jumped into her car and raced off toward the sounds of battle. She'd waited so long for this day to arrive. Tonight was do or die. If she failed to rescue her lost friends, then she needed to die trying. There was no excuse for failure again.

As she sped down the empty night streets, she spotted Azure Angel on a motorcycle. They were both racing towards their destiny. When they arrived at the bank, they found Amazing Babe standing there watching.

"About time," Amazing Babe said as they joined her in the dark night shadows.

"What's the situation?" Ms Americana asked, baby blues narrowing as she spotted captive super heroines bound to the sides of that most hated of ships.

KA-BOOM! KA-BOOM!

"Why are they shooting the other buildings?"

"Sheer meanness?" Amazing Babe said, shrugging.

"Who is onboard the ship?"

As she spoke, four more pirates repelled to the ground. The ship floated silently with cannon smoke drifting slowly away in the gentle night breeze.

"No one now, I guess. The captain and Raquel went inside with the pirates. All the guards on down below," she said, pointing.

"Then we go inside, too," Ms Americana said. "The key to stopping the pirates is capturing their captain. Only he can make that ship fly. Without him they are nothing."

The other two heroines nodded.

They moved around to the back of the bank and smashed in a window. It didn’t really matter, since the entire front façade was smashed to smithereens by cannon fire. They hurried up front and found the pirates gathered around the safe. As usual.

"Halt in the name of Justice!" Ms Americana cried haughtily.

The pirates all froze, and slowly turned around. Smiles started spreading across their ugly faces. None of them looked particularly concerned.

"Oh look, boys, more pussy for the after party," Captain Jack said, grinning lecherously.

"Ladies, like we practiced," Ms Americana said calmly.

The three super heroines spread out about ten feet apart. They began a slow, sexy strut towards the gawking pirates. Really, those horny men couldn't take their eyes off them. The three super sexy super heroines walked right up to them and then EXPLODED in violence.

All three threw two smoke grenades in amongst the pirates. Thick billows of gagging smoke enveloped them and caused incredible chaos. Into that the three super heroines waded, kicking left and right, throwing punches with wild abandon. They were far enough apart to not have to worry about hitting each other, so anyone they saw as a pirate.

There were only about twenty pirates inside the bank, counting Captain Jack and Raquel. That number dropped quickly as the angry avengers took them down with extreme prejudice. Very soon pirates were stumbling out of the bank, nursing bruises and heading for the ship. Ms Americana smiled and continued her attack.

"You!" she cried, coming face to face with Fat Frank. He leered at her. "Die!"

Ms Americana kicked Fat Frank in the belly, but that had no affect on the rotund pirate. His layers of fat protected him. She gawked a second, then started punching and kicking his belly furiously. He staggered back a few feet, but laughed at her.

So she kicked him in the nuts.

"Ugh," Fat Frank grunted, dropped to his knees and fell over.

"That'll teach you to lay hands on Ms Americana, miscreant!"

Turning, she spotted Raquel the Red fighting Amazing Babe. She was starting to get he upper hand, too. So Ms Americana grabbed a pirated running past her, held onto his arm and spun around and around, before hurling him at Raquel's back.

"Ooff!" Raquel cried, and then Amazing Babe kicked her in the head and she was out.

"Well done, Amazing Babe!"
"Thanks for the assist, Ms A!"

The beautiful blonde super heroine turned and drove into the pirates, kicking ass and taking names. Ms Americana did the same, always looking for Captain Jack. But as the smoke rose, she realized the evil magical captain was no where to be seen.

"Craven bastard," Ms Americana snarled.

"Halt!" a gruff male voice called.

Turning, Ms Americana discovered a security guard holding a pistol. Aiming at HER. Raising her hands, she scowled at him. The pirates were all racing for the door, but he wasn't trying to stop them.

"Idiot! I'm Ms Americana! You're letting the pirates escape," she said.

He was staring at her tits. Really, he wasn't aware of anything else around him. She shook her head woefully.

"Oh. Uh…wow, I was just watching your vid…um….pirates?" he stammered.

"Dolt," Azure Angel snarled, ripping the pistol out of his hand and throwing it away. "Go call the police! Now!"

"Police? Yes! The police," he said, and ran away.

The three super heroines just stared at each other in amazement.

"The ships rising up," Azure Angel cried. "They're going to get away!"

"No!" Ms Americana snarled, looking around. This was her personal bank. She knew the layout. "Follow me."

The statuesque Queen of Justice led them to the access stairs by the elevators. They raced up those stairs with all they had. Emerging on the roof, they saw the sails rising up next to the building. So Ms Americana started running for all she was worth, reached the edge and jumped.

All three super heroines smashed into a topsail, and hung on for dear life. The pirates didn't know they were up there. Yet. So they moved slowly to one of the rigging lines going down to the railing. The Ms Americana led the others sliding down the rigging. She let go just before reaching the end, so that she landed in the middle of the main deck.

"Ahoy, me maties, your doom is upon you!" Ms Americana shouted.

Azure Angel landed to her left, and Amazing Babe to her right. They all struck arrogant, haughty super heroine poses.

"You know, Ms Americana," Captain Jack said, looking her over appreciatively. "You look so much more intimidating in that pretty gold belt we took away from you."

"Not as pretty as you'll look in handcuffs," Ms Americana said.

"Oooh, kinky girl," he said, wagging his brows at her. "Do you want to spank me?"

"Leave my man alone, Ms Ameri-whore!" Raquel the Red shouted from behind Ms Americana. She as up on the forecastle. She grabbed a rope and jumped up, and started swinging straight at Ms Americana. The sexy super heroine merely stepped aside and Raquel swung past, and straight into Amazing Babe. "A-ha!"

To Ms Americana's horror five pirates piled on top of the stunned super heroine. When Amazing Babe emerged, her wrists were bound behind her back and her ankles were tied together. Her top was also ripped off. And before either remaining super heroines could react, they spun the beautiful blonde around and slammed her head into the railing twice, leaving her unconscious.

"Amazing Babe! Oh, you'll pay for that!" Ms Americana cried.

Instead of dread, the pirates laughed and charged them.

Ms Americana kicked left and right, taking down pirates with every kick. Then she let loose with a roundhouse and knocked down five pirates. Azure Angel, just ten feet to her side was doing almost as well. Between them they'd taken out a third of the thirty pirates in a few seconds.

Suddenly, Raquel the Red was standing in front of Ms Americana. The sexy pirate was big, strong and fast. Ms Americana barely blocked her first two punches, and then got caught by a knee in the ribs.

"Ugh," Ms Americana grunted, stumbling back three steps.

"Mmmppphhh!" Azure Angel cried.

Ms Americana turned to see the sexy Asian Avenger being held tightly by three pirates, as a fourth chloroformed her to la-la land. The beautiful super heroine quickly succumbed to the powerful drug.

"You're the last of the fighting femmes, babe," Raquel the Red taunted. "The last super bitch standing. When we take you down, Delta City will be defenseless."

"We're going to declare a Pirate's Holiday, Sweetheart," Captain Jack said. "Fireworks, cannonades, everything. Maybe even ice cream ,"

Ms Americana blinked. "Ice Cream?"

"Made with the milk of super heroines," Raquel said. "Ms Americana milk. Mmmm, sounds scrumptious."

"Ewww!" Ms Americana cried, cupping her tits at the thought of being milked. "You sick, sick people!"

"Oh?" Captain Jack said, walking over to Azure Angel. He signaled and she was dragged to her feet, though still unconscious. Her top was pulled off and he cupped her magnificent 35Ds. Jack spoke a word, and Azure Angel groaned low and deep. "Another super cow is born." Then he walked over to Amazing Babe, who was awake and strugging in her bonds. Two pirates held her between them. Jack cupped her tits, and spoke a word. "And there you go."

"Uuuuuggghhh. Hhhmmmggghhh," Amazing Babe moaned and groaned, started to writhe and arch her back. Her big blue eyes were wide in shock. Ms Americana watched as her boobs swelled up fast. Then Jack gave them a squeeze, and two streams of milk squirted out. "Huuuugggghhhhh!"

"You remember that, right?" Raquel sneered. "Jack blessed you twice, I think."

"Third times the charm, sweetheart," Captain Jack said.

"No," Ms Americana whispered, her tits aching in memory of being forced to lactate. She glanced at Azure Angle, and saw milk dribbling from her nipples, dripping off her bouncing tits, milk running down her flat belly. So much milk. When she turned back, Raquel had a tit out and squeezed it. Raquel's hot milk hit her in the face. "Ack!"

She stumbled back, and a pirate slammed a fist into her back. Ms Americana rolled with the blow, and spun around to face him. Only to have Raquel's booted foot slam into her butt.

"Fat ass super slut," Raquel sneered.

Raquel threw a punch at Ms Americana's face. The super heroine ducked and slammed a right and left into Raquel's taut belly. The pirate babe grunted in pain, then brought knee up into Ms Americana's face, forcing her back again. Then she sent a roundhouse into Ms Americana's head, flipping her over.

Raquel reached for Ms Americana, but the sexy super heroine surprised her, grabbing her wrist and jerking her down. Ms Americana slapped an elbow across her pretty face, then rolled to her feet. Then she sent a red boot between Raquel's wide spread legs, her pointy toe finding the clit with amazing precision.

"Uuuuuuuggggggghhhh!" Raquel cried out, left sprawled and whimpering on the deck.

"I've put up with about all I'm going….aack!" Ms Americana cried, a noose dropping down around her neck and jerking taut. A second later she was lifted a foot off the deck. Feet kicking, she grabbed the rope around her throat and tried to pull it loose. "Uuuugggghhhh!"

Through the red haze, she saw Raquel slowly rise to her feet. Stalk over to her, and KICK her between the legs. Five times. Seconds later she was lowered down, until her feet barely touched the deck. Pirates pulled her wrists back and bound them tightly. She felt her bottoms pulled down and away, then her top pulled off.

Captain Jack stepped up, and cupped her 44DDs. He spoke a word, and her tits began that familiar burning ache. Then he grinned and pulled out his cock. Raquel moved up behind her, reaching around to cup her titanic aching tits. Then she leaned over and whispered in Ms Americana's ear.

"Gotcha! I got on my ten inch bitch taming strap-on," Raquel sneered. Ms Americana felt that thick shaft of rubber push in between her satiny butt cheeks. "We already know you are a raging SLUT, so will enjoy this as much as we will."

"Uuuugggghhh," Ms Americana grunted as she felt that relentless, hard, thick shaft push deep into her butt. Her baby blues crossed and her back arched. It hurt so damn good. Then Captain Jack pressed up to her pussy, and pushed in. "Uuuugghhhh! Oh….Uuuuuuuugggghhhhh."

Azure Angel and Amazing Babe were both getting gang-banged as well.

Captain Jack licked and sucked on her tits with wild abandon, drinking her mother's milk with relish. Raquel forced her face around, and claimed her full red lips, kissing her with possessive passion.

In less than a minute her body responded with enthusiasm. She never could resist a sound fucking, and a double fucking was beyond anything any super heroine could be expected to fight off. Liquid heat infused her statuesque body. Her heart raced, and it was hard to breathe. She fought the orgasm a few minutes. Suddenly, Jack started humping her twice as fast. She realized he was about to cum, and then she felt his hot seed fill her belly.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, her threatening climax rolling over her. "Great Liberty, I've been TAMED!"

# # # # #

"Oh joyous day," Erica Sambino said, and sighed contentedly. Then she giggled. "Ms Americana and Brenda Wade, both down and out. Two thorns in my side for years, now gone thanks to Captain Jack." She grinned and looked all around. "Axanna Morgan and Tanya O'Donnel, those crusading bitches, also captured and gone." Then she looked at Angela Grear. "And that obnoxious, crusading Assistant D.A.. Good riddance to bad trash."

"Delta City be a super heroine free zone," Raquel said. "Gotta love it."

"Oh, I do," Erica said.

Erica glanced fondly at Captain Jack. He was laughing and joking with some of her henchmen. Fortunately, he wasn't the brightest candle on the cake, so didn't know how to properly exploit his super captives. But he was smart enough to seek her out.

Ms Americana and Green Spectre waited dejectedly to one side. They only wore their boots and gloves and other accessories. No masks. No colorful costumes. They were sex slaves, and should look and behave like such. Mob lawyers were sorting through the paperwork. Soon Wade Enterprises and Morgan Media Holdings would be split fifty-fifty with the pirates. Since she would have the largest single share Erica would be in control.

Come Monday, Erica would start vivisecting the super heroine's beloved companies, selling off all the pieces. They were all going to be very, very rich.

Erica glanced around the room. Her goons were enjoying the spectacular bodies of the other eight captured super heroines. The pirates fucked them day in and day out, so Erica was providing the pirates all with high class call girls.

"Are you sure you don't want to keep any of the super heroines?" Erica said.

Raquel shook her head. "Na, lass, we be heading out for Star City tonight. They have a whole bunch of hot super heroines to catch and tame."

"Really?" Erica said, thinking about all those beautiful, unsuspecting super heroines in Dusk to Dawn. "If you need to unload any more, let me know."

Raquel laughed. "Aye, that we will. That we will."

THE END