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Ms Americana / Brenda Wade, Flag Girl / Lydia Wills and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains.

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MS AMERICANA: BOYFRIEND TROUBLES

By Dark One

Ms Americana smiled as she studied her reflection in the full-length mirror deep within her secret room. That room had state of the art electronics and a large dressing room and closets. It was bigger than most people's apartments, but easily concealed within the massive expanse of Wade Manor.

The Queen of Justice had every costume she ever wore saved in there, almost twenty years of crime fighting. Twenty years of evolving costumes, always on a familiar theme, though. At thirty-four, she'd been a super heroine a long time. She started early, as a Freshman in High School. As she matured as a woman and a super heroine, her costumes did as well.

She leaned into the mirror, studying her lips as she alternated between pouting, puckering and slightly parting them, studying them intently. Getting just that perfect amount of lip gloss was so important. Then she leaned back satisfied, and started to tug up on her red, white and blue, stars and stripes bottoms, before adjusting her titanic 44DDs in her matching, strapless top.

A faint whoosh of hydraulics caught her attention. Suddenly, she turned stern eyes on the gorgeous blonde coming towards her. The nineteen year old beauty had long blonde hair, big blue eyes and a body to die for. She was decked out as if she was going dancing, in tight bodice, micro mini, fishnets and high heels.

"About time. We were supposed to leave an hour ago," Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowing.

"Sorry, but something came...um...up," Lydia said hesitantly.

Ms Americana frowned. Punctuality was a virtue. She tried to instill that in her young ward and protégé. Lydia had a bit of a problem with it, but usually not that bad.

"We'll talk about it later," Ms Americana said, assuming a super heroine pose without thought. "Hurry up and get dressed. We have a big night in Sugar Town."

"Um," Lydia said, fidgeting. "I-I can't go."

"What?" Ms Americana said, shocked. Lydia NEVER refused to go before. She loved being Flag Girl. If anything, Ms Americana had to rein in her enthusiastic sidekick. "We've been planning this night for two weeks. Everything has come together, and we have to strike tonight or start over."

"I know," Lydia said, looking utterly ashamed and distressed. "But I just can't. I mean….Goddess help me….I've been de-powered."

Ms Americana's heart leapt up her throat. Who dared to attack her sexy ward? She would kill him. Rip him into tiny shreds. Then she thought, why Lydia?

"I don't understand? Who attacked you?"

"No one attacked me," Lydia said, laughing. She smiled brightly. "I have a boyfriend! Todd Williams! Yes, the University's star quarterback. Oh, Brenda, he is sooooo dreamy, sooo nice and kind to me."

Ms Americana's blood ran cold. If Lydia had a boyfriend, and she was de-powered, that could only mean one thing.

"And the two of you are engaging in pre-martial sex," Ms Americana said tersely. "I thought I taught you better than that."

"It's not like that," she cried, and trust out her ring hand. A rather large diamond decorated her ring finger. "We're engaged."

"Whoa. Step back," Ms Americana said. "You are engaged, and I've never even met this young man? How it that possible?"

"I knew you wouldn't approve of me dating, so I never brought him around," Lydia said. "Sorry."

The clock caught her eye, and Ms Americana groaned. She didn't have time. If she dallied any longer, she'd lose her window of opportunity.

"I have to go take King Pimp down, once and for all," Ms Americana said, turning on a heel and striding over to the elevator down to the hidden garage. "We'll talk about this tomorrow."

"I've invited Todd and some of our friends over for an engagement party tomorrow night," Lydia said sheepishly.

Ms Americana stared at her pretty protégé a long second. "Fine. That's as good of a time to meet him as any, I suppose. I'll be there with bells on."

Lydia swallowed hard and nodded, eyes wide. Not wanting to leave her beloved ward in that emotional state, Ms Americana smiled and gave her a hug.

"I know you'll just love him like I do!" Lydia cried, and skipped away. "Good luck tonight. Be safe."

"Whatever," Ms Americana said, scowling. "I just lost my protégé."

So Ms Americana was eager to kick some criminal butt when she arrived in Sugar Town. Beside her and "Brenda Wade," officially Axanna Morgan, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were also actively supporting this dramatic push to rid Delta City of Sugar Town's most notorious pimps, madams and brothel owners. While Ms Americana and Flag Girl were to attack King Pimp and his cohorts on one side of that sleazy red light district, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were attacking Kid Rotten and assorted street pimps on the other side. Kind of a pincer movement against those unsavory men and women. Only Flag Girl had begged out of the fight.

"Doesn't matter," Ms Americana said. "I can handle them. I am as strong as ten men, after all. And smarter, more cunning, than any fifty men."

The Queen of Justice got a good tip that King Pimp had finally ventured out of his virtual fortress of a brothel, the Palace. He was meeting with other pimps worried about the big push to rid the city of their vile kind. Since King Pimp was the avowed leader of Sugar Town in general, and the district's pimps in particular, they wanted to know what he was going to do to defend against the super heroines.

Ms Americana knew she could go a long way towards shattering their resolve to fight by charging into and breaking up that meeting, and do far more damage by apprehending King Pimp and some of the other pimps. There could be up to five or six pimps there, and all the cream of the crop. The possibilities were really quite exciting. A big bust would give their very public campaign a big boost with the general public, and kick the evil doers back on their heels.

The pimps were meeting in an abandoned office building just outside of Sugar Town. Just one block away. As if that would remove them from super heroine scrutiny. They had to meet on neutral ground, since they didn't trust each other any more than they trusted super heroines. That would be their downfall.

The sexy super heroine found them where her snitch promised. They were on the top floor of the two story building. Their bodyguards were guarding the front and back doors into the building. Ms Americana took a different route in, climbing to the top of the three story building next door and leaping over. Then she took the emergency stairs to the floor below, and found them arguing intently about her.

"Why do you get to keep Ms Americana as a whore after we defeat her, and not one of us," one purple velvet clad pimp demanded hotly.

"I'm the leader, so I get to pick which one of these super bitches I will keep," King Pimp said. King Pimp was the largest of the pimps assembled, and the best dressed. The six foot seven African American was wearing a dark grey, pinstripe Armani suit. He looked more like a millionaire banker than a sleazy pimp. "The rest of you can fight over the leftovers."

"Do I have a say in my fate?" Ms Americana said.

Her words scattered them all. The gorgeous Queen of Justice laughed at the sight before her. Men who lived their lives subjugating and dominating pretty young women were terrified of her. A woman. Alas a SUPERIOR woman, but still just a woman.

Beside King Pimp and purple clad Lord Pleasure, there were ten more pimps in the room. They were very much lower order street pimps. Most were in jeans and t-shirts, wearing bandana's and other gang related clothing. So her informant wasn't completely correct about the make up of the meeting, but it was pretty close as such information was. There were twice as many men as she expected, but still manageable, but disappointing in that only two of them were major players.

"Well," King Pimp said. He and Lord Pleasure were the only ones that didn't try to hide from her. But the others were slowly coming back out in the open, acting all bad boy tough and macho. She wanted to laugh again. "I suppose I could allow you to have a say in….I don't know, maybe you could pick out the skimpy, sexy outfit you'll wear every night?" He grinned viciously. "Good enough?"

"What? I don't get to wear my super heroine costume?" she said, all innocent and pouting. "And to think I polished my boots all pretty before coming out tonight."

"Works for me," Lord Pleasure said, looking her six foot one, super shapely body over three times, all the while smacking his lips appreciatively. "After all, bikini costumes come off fast and easy."

Lord Pleasure was about the number five pimp in Sugar Town, but moving up the pecking order fast. He was twenty-five year old Richard Ho, six foot tall, muscular, with shoulder length black hair and a thin mustache. No super heroine had ever tangled with him, so he was an unknown variable in the coming fight.

She didn't know most of the other pimps either, but they were all young gang bangers, and none of them looked to have an ounce of kindness or mercy in their muscular bodies. Street pimps were the most vicious fighters in that heartless lot.

"Truth is, boys, I thought there would be more major players here tonight," Ms Americana said, striding confidently into the middle of the pimps. She let them quickly surround her. In her experience, they would get in each other's way and fumble along, and allow her an easy victory. Her fighting style worked especially well when surrounded. "So I'm only really interested in King Pimp and Lord Pleasure. The rest of you riffraff are just icing on the cake. So if you left I would not try to stop you."

A couple looked like they would leave. At least half of the small time street pimps showed signs of wanting to leave. Once one man turned to leave, she knew there would be a flood. Her street rep was that frightening to the denizens of Sugar Town. She just had to make sure King Pimp and Lord Pleasure were not among them.

"No one go anywhere," King Pimp commanded. "Don't let her divide and conquer. That is a super heroine's greatest weapon. We are easier to take down one or two at a time, but if we unite we triumph."

"What triumph? When have you ever triumphed?" Ms Americana sneered. He was ruining it. If at least some of them didn't bolt then she would be sorely stretched to take them all down. Anything over ten men stretched her super abilities. "But you are known to sacrifice lesser pimps so you can make good your escape."

"Ignore her," King Pimp said. "Together, we can take Ms Americana down, at long last. Tonight, after a brief fight, we will FUCK her hot bod until the cows come home! Who is with me?"

"Let's get her!" one cried.

"Take that snooty white bitch down!"

"Take her down!"

"Hey, wait…," Ms Americana said, trying to regain control of the situation.

They rushed her, all at the same time. Ms Americana didn't have the luxury of time to think much after that. A roundhouse took out the first two pimps to arrive, then she used her super powered legs to do a back flip up and over them.

"Looking for me, boys?"

"Fuck me," one of the street pimps said. "You see that?"

"Yeah, I’m full of fun tricks," Ms Americana said smugly.

"Good, cause before this night is over you'll be TURNING TRICKS," King Pimp said, and threw a length of pipe at her.

She vivacious vigilante sidestepped, but the pipe's end smashed into her left tit like a spear. No penetration, but a good solid hit, nonetheless. Pain lanced through her shapely body.

"Aaiggh! Stinking miscreant!" she snarled, rubbing her throbbing tit vigorously.

"See? She can be hurt," Lord Pleasure said, dark eyes boring viciously into her. "Whoever delivers the blow that takes her down gets first rights, gets to fuck her first."

"Maybe I'll take you down first, Dicky Ho," Ms Americana sneered, startling the proud pimp. "Yep, I did my homework, and know your real name, and that childhood name."

"Aaagghhh!" Lord Pleasure cried, face burning, as he charged her.

His singular attack surprised the others, who watched instead of joining the attack. Ms Americana met him halfway, caught his wild right cross and flipped him over her well rounded hip. He proved himself to be a good fighter, since he rolled with it and came immediately to his feet in a fighting stance. But as he spun around to face her, he met her right boot. That roundhouse to the side of his head flipped the purple clad pimp completely over, and he lay in a heap without moving afterwards.

"I take men down that easy," Ms Americana said. "Care to reconsider leaving, boys?"

Once again, the young street pimps reconsidered. She saw it in three-quarters of their eyes. None of them wanted to go to jail. She doubted they had anyone to bail them out. It was a pimp's job to bail out his girls. Not the other way around. Just one more push, and the tide would turn in her favor.

"If she wasn't afraid of all of us together, the Queen of Super Cunts wouldn't keep trying to get some of us to leave," King Pimp said, once again foiling her plans.

"Yeah, she's afraid of us," one of the small timers said, starting to grin viciously. "Sweet."

<I guess I'll have to take out King Pimp to get them to listen to reason,> she thought, frowning. She was sure this wouldn't be happening if Flag Girl was where she belonged, fighting at her side. Two super heroines were five times more intimidating that a lone woman. But men quickly gave up the fight once their leader was taken down. <King Pimp, you are going down.>

"Pick up boards and pipes," King Pimp said, smacking a foot long length of steel pipe in one hand. "She's as good as ten men, but we have eleven left. Advantage to us. But with weapons, that doubles our advantage."

"An interesting theory," Ms Americana said confidently. She posed before them in her best super heroine pose. Supreme confidence in an adversary always worried evildoers. "I've fought armed men before. They thought they had the advantage, too. They are all in prison now."

"Super heroines are full of bull shit," King Pimp laughed. "They live and die by how well they spin false bravado. Now, encircle her, and then we will take the High and Mighty Queen of Justice down, down into the gutter."

"A place you know all too well," Ms Americana said, assuming a fighting stance.

Just as the two wings of pimps met behind her, completely entrapping her within their unmerciful midst, the super sexy super heroine lunged forward at King Pimp, then suddenly changed direction. Everyone jumped forward, but were confused by her change of directions. The street pimp she charged swung desperately at her head with a two-by-four too long to be an effective weapon in close quarters. She sidestepped the swing, and punched him in the throat. That stunned the young man, whom she then seized by the arm and slung into two other pimps. Three vicious kicks later and all three men were unconscious.

Before the men could recover their shock, Ms Americana turned completely around and charged another pimp. She ducked under his swing, and punched him three times in the belly before he hit the ground, down and out. A sweeping kick took down two more and she kicked them in the head as well.

"Wow, all of twenty seconds to take out five more boys, and I do mean boys," she said with supreme smugness.

They hesitated. King Pimp noticed as well, and opened his mouth to encourage them. Ms Americana lunged at them as they turned to hear what he had to say. The sexy heroine ran straight at King Pimp. Her move startled him, and she leapt up and kicked him with both feet dead center in the chest. The leader of Delta City's pimps was slammed into a wall and fell face first at her red booted feet.

"Son of a bitch," one of the remaining men said under his breath.

"That pretty much sums it up," she said. Her baby blues narrowed. "No more games. I gave you more than enough chances to save yourselves, but you chose to stay. Now I take the rest of you down, and you can spend the next few months in County lockup."

The vivacious costumed vixen attacked. They fought valiantly, but slowly one by one they fell. Within a few minutes there was just two left, and they were panting and sweating in exhaustion. Despite her power belt, the lovely super heroine was also shiny with sweat. She wasn't as exhausted as the remaining pair of pimps, but close.

<I pushed my belt to the limit today,> she thought, grinning. <But I still reign supreme.>

Out loud, she said with a confident smile, "You're the last two. Care to reconsider and surrender?"

"Last two what?" King Pimp said from behind her.

Glancing over her shoulder, Ms American noticed he had regained his feet, and his steel pipe. Four other men were standing shoulder to shoulder with him, and three more were staggering to their feet. The last three were writhing on the ground, and would probably recover within the next few minutes.

<This wouldn't be happening if I had some help,> she thought bitterly.

The two men, the ones she thought were the LAST two on their feet, charged her. She reacted instinctively, and flipped one over her hip. The other slammed into her, knocking her to the floor. Really, he tackled her around the waist. The Queen of Justice twisted and turned, and slipped out of his grasp. Unfortunately, her costume top was pulled off.

"Oh, you vile miscreant! How dare you strip my breasts!" she cried with supreme indignation.

"I think it about time we got some hot titty action," King Pimp said with a laugh.

"Let's see more of the prize we will enjoy once you are defeated and subject to our lusty will," Lord Pleasure said. "I've always heard you had the best rack of all the super heroines, and I can see that is true now."

"Mmmm, her tits are perfumed," the pimp that had her top said, sniffing inside the cups. "Very expensive perfume, too."

"Eww, you pervert," she cried.

Two street pimps charged her. One in front, one in back. She didn't see the man coming up behind until he grabbed her and lifted her off the floor. Ms Americana immediately lifted her feet and kicked the other one in the face. As he fell back, she kicked down and back, driving her stiletto heels into his thighs just above the knees.

He grunted in pain and dropped her.

Ms Americana fell to the floor, landing on the hard concrete knees first. That hurt. Badly. The long fight and beating her body was taking was sucking her dry of energy and stamina, despite her power belt. She staggered to her feet and assumed a fighting stance as she faced off with ten men now.

<Great Liberty, those young men are recovering fast,> she thought. Oh, they looked beaten and battered, but they also looked determined. <It would be so humiliating to retreat now.>

"Look at her," Lord Pleasure crowed. "She's exhausted."

"Yeah, that sweaty body is hot, isn't it?" King Pimp said, dark eyes afire as they bore into her. "Can you image how she is going to squirm and cry out as we FUCK her stupid? Imagine how that hot body will feel in your arms, under you, impaled upon your cock."

"Oh, yeah," several of them said lustily.

The pimps slowly, surely eased in closer and closer as the sexy super heroine waited, panting and sweating, trying to determine her best course of action. A dozen schemes darted through her mind, all rejected.

"Care to surrender, Ms Americana?" King Pimp said smugly. "If you submit to our will, we'll promise to ONLY pass you around among us ONCE, before putting you to work as a prostitute."

"So magnanimous in victory," Ms Americana sneered. "I'm touched. But, sleaze bag, I have no intention of surrendering, submitting or otherwise being defeated in battle." She rose up in a super heroine stance -- chin high, naked chest thrust out, shoulders back and feet spread wide. "I am the Queen of Justice, Ms Americana, the premier super heroine in…" One of the small time pimps threw at brick at her back, hitting her square between the shoulder blades. "…Ugh!"

The statuesque super heroine spun around to confront her assailant, and one of the pimps on her blind side stepped in and punched her in the side of the head. That sent her staggering to the side, where another pimp sent a brutal fist into her unprotected belly.

"Oooff," she grunted, doubled up. Another pimp kneed her in the face, sending her reeling backwards, arms throw wide and head spinning. "Ugh!"

Lord Pleasure punched her in the face, "Aagh!" sending her reeling backwards across the circle. "Uuggh!" as another pimp kicked her between her naked tits.

"Great…Liber…ty," she cried weakly. "I…I have to get away…Uuuggh."

Someone kicked her in the small of the back, sending her stumbling into King Pimp's arms. He lifted her chin with a finger, savored the glassy-eyed look in her beautiful masked face, and slammed a knee up into her pussy. Three times.

"Aaaaiiiggghhhh!"

Someone grabbed both arms and pulled them back, and held on tightly. Another merciless pimp stepped up before her and started punching her 44DDs like they were a pair of speed bags.

"Aaaaaaaiggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed. That was followed by a combination to the belly, and then another combination to the face. "Uuuggghh."

And Ms Americana lost consciousness.

"Remove her power belt before she wakes up," King Pimp commanded. He watched with gleeful brown eyes as that shiny gold belt was unfastened and pulled from around her narrow waist. He eagerly took possession of it, relishing the feel of it in his hand. "Ms Americana is de-powered and defeated. Without this belt, she is just another brainless bimbo in a bikini."

"You mean OUT of a bikini," Lord Pleasure said, and pulled her bottoms down her mile long legs. He reached around her body, caressing her bikini waxed, close-cropped pubic mound. "Very nice." He tugged her pussy lips open, and slipped a finger inside. "Oh, she's still dry, but very tight."

"We'll take care of that, on both counts," King Pimp said. "Once we're through with Ms Holier-than-thou here, she'll be very loose and very wet."

They all laughed at that.

"And very pliant," Lord Pleasure said. "I can't wait to put her too proud round white ass to work whoring."

"Well, it was Dion that gave her the conquering punches, so he gets to fuck Ms Americana first," King Pimp said magnanimously. He reached over, cupped one of her titanic tits and hefted it like a melon. Then he gave her tit a firm squeeze. "Enjoy your victory fuck, my man."

Ms Americana's baby blues popped open when she felt a large penis penetrate her body. She awoke to find herself being held up by her arms, and a sleazy pimp between her legs and holding onto her well rounded hips. Her jaw dropped when she realized her top and bottoms were gone, and his cock head was already inside her.

"Great Liberty, they are going to rape me!"

Dion locked eyes with her, smiled smugly, and shoved his long black dick in deeper, real hard. Her baby blues widened, pain lanced through her spectacular body as that way too big cock pushed deep inside her most private, most sacred organ. She realized she was de-powered just as her eyes fell on the golden power belt in King Pimp's hands.

"Uugghh!" she cried. The sexy super heroine struggle frantically, but they held on tightly. Without her power belt she was no match for even one of those hard men. The other pimps watched as he pumped her pussy hard and fast, driving deeper and deep with every thrust. "Nooooooo! This can't be happening to ME!"

By the third thrust into her body, the Queen of Justice felt her body start to change in that most frightening of ways for Aphrodite women. The Aphrodite gene gave her the body, the physical and emotional wherewithal, to be a super heroine. Not all Aphrodite women chose to be super heroines, but no woman without the Aphrodite gene lasted long as a super heroine. Their poor bodies and minds just couldn't take the physical and emotional battering of that most sacred of Callings.

Unfortunately, for every gift there had to be a curse. The curse of the Aphrodite woman was as susceptibility to sexual exploitation. Their gorgeous, super shapely bodies craved sex, needed it immensely. It was their Achilles' Heel. Fucking a sexy super heroine was the fastest and easiest and most fun way to completely defeat and subjugate her. And they all knew it and tried to avoid sex at all costs.

"Stop, and I'll make a deal with you!" she cried. The tingling was changing to that frighten liquid heat deep in her belly. "We'll call off the campaign to clean up Sugar Town. I promise. Just let me go!"

"If we capture you and make you a whore, then we also end the campaign to clean up Sugar Town," King Pimp said, and laughed. "That ought to put the fear of PIMPS into the holier-than-thou hearts of Green Spectre, Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan. They'll know that if we can take you down, force you to turn tricks, none of them are safe."

"They will tuck tails and run," Lord Pleasure said.

"Nooo!" she cried.

As the young street pimp hammered her body with that huge cock, Ms Americana panted and grunted, head lolling around on her captor's shoulders. It felt so terribly good, so right and sweet being fucked. She knew intellectually that it was wrong, but her body didn't agree at that moment. The vigilant vigilante fought the strong urges and needs of her body with every fiber of her existence.

"I…will….have my…vengeance….one day," the Queen of Justice groaned out.

"But we'll have your body today," Lord Pleasure laughed.

Suddenly, without warning, the pimp fucking her so hard and so well, erupted deep inside her body. She groaned in pleasure and misery. He completely emptied himself inside her before pulling out. And Ms Americana was dropped to her hands and knees at their feet.

"You will live to regret this day, miscreants," she panted, head dropping and silky black hair pooled between her red gloved hands. She felt someone kneeling behind her, felt his huge hands on her rump and hips. Biting her lower lip, the vanquished vigilante was too exhausted, too beaten down physically and emotionally to fight him off. "For every once of pleasure you take from me tonight, I'll will exact a pound of flesh."

"Here's a pound of flesh for you," King Pimp said from behind her.

Ms Americana's baby blues flew wide as she looked over her shoulder. The towering pimp was the man behind her. He had the biggest cock she'd ever seen in his hand, guiding it towards her sopping wet, trembling pussy. It had to be a good foot long, and impossibly thick.

"It's too big!" she cried, heart freezing at the sight and thought of that monster cock. "Mercy!"

Too late. King Pimp's cock head penetrated her nether lips, then slipped unerringly into her quivering vagina. Her eyes went even wider, jaw dropped and her back arched dramatically.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned as he slowly, but surely, shoved what felt like a redwood tree trunk up her super slippery love canal. She thought it had to be what it felt like to give birth. He felt that big. "Great Liberty! You're ripping me in half."

Within seconds, Ms Americana's entire world was that huge cock pistoning in and out of her twat, going deeper and deeper with every thrust. The liquid heat ignited by the first pimp was a raging inferno within moments of King Pimp's penetration. On all fours, she felt frozen in place, unable to move or even think coherently, though she realized the danger to herself with that building climax.

<Must….not…..climax,> she thought, feeling her whole body bouncing back and forth with the pounding she was taking from behind, feeling her 44DDs swaying and jostling beneath her. It all felt too good, too perfect and right. <I must…. Oh, Goddess, must be…strong….for all…the ….young women….that idolize….me.>

Her golden power belt was folded up on the corner on the floor. There to be reclaimed. If she could withstand their combined, lengthy sexual assault without climaxing, then the amount of pent up sexual frustration and energy within her shapely body would be at unprecedented levels. Reclaiming her power belt then would make her more powerful than ever in her life.

<It is my…only hope,> she thought, barely able to distract herself from King Pimp's humongous bitch taming cock. Then Lord Pleasure knelt before her, and pulled out another huge cock. "No, please. That would be too much."

Sounded good to him. Lord Pleasure seized her by the silky black hair atop her head, held it steady, and guided his cock to her full red lips, glimmering so enticingly. She clamped her teeth shut, denying him entry. But he didn't mind, and started rubbing his sticky cock all over her face. Then her heart skipped a beat when he reached down to her mask.

"Wait, I'll suck it!" she cried.

"Ah, I like your attitude now," Lord Pleasure said, and laughed. He moved the head of his cock to her full red lips, and she wrapped them around it. "Oh God, I've dreamed of this moment. Seeing your sweet, warm lips around my dick is the most beautiful sight I'll ever behold. Now, Ameri-bitch, let me see them sliding up and down my shaft."

Forced to give a real blowjob, Ms Americana couldn't concentrate on fighting off her orgasm. She felt it begin that mad rush to climax as the hated pimp's cock slipped deeper and deeper into her mouth, and King Pimp redoubled his efforts up her cunt. And then it ripped through her, like nothing ever did before.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Muugghh! Ugghh!" she cried, pulled back off Lord Pleasure's cock, and screamed. "Great Liberty, I've been TAMED! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Lord Pleasure shoved his cock back down her throat, pushing it all the way in until her gag reflex kicked in. He spent the next five minutes pounding her mouth with relish, gagging her with every deep thrust. By the time five minutes were up, Ms Americana could give deep throat well enough to please that merciless pimp. But halfway through that five minutes, the last vestiges of her will power evaporated and the super sexy Queen of Justice became a mindless, cock hungry fuck machine.

The raven-maned beauty only thought of fucking and sucking, trying with all her heart and soul to make her two lovers explode in her body. No longer fighting the orgasms, she was climaxing every few minutes. The time between climaxes were decreasing as well. Pimps were starting to make bets on what time it would be when she started having machinegun orgasms.

To her extreme pleasure both King Pimp and Lord Pleasure climaxed at the same time. She had multiple climaxes in quick succession as they emptied their lusts into her sweaty, quivering body. She moaned and groaned wantonly, swiveling her shapely hips and sucking and licking with all she had to milk them of every last drop.

Then King Pimp pulled out and shoved his cock up her poop chute.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Great Liberty, he KILLED me!" she cried, sure she was about to die. But she didn't die, and within a few minutes it began to feel super good. Meanwhile, the small time street pimps started a train on her sweet, oh so talented and eager mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmggghh."

Ms Americana, once the premier super heroine in Delta City, mindlessly sucked, licked and humped a dozen sleazy pimps for the next four hours. She did anything and everything requested, without thought or hesitation. They marveled at the creature they released from sexual suppression and denial, and dreamed of the money they would make pimping her out.

"Well, I think we've fucked Ms Americana sufficiently into submission," King Pimp said, chuckling. Ms Americana was kneeling before him, eagerly sucking his dick clean after he just finished butt-fucking her for the fourth time that night. "Now it is time to unmask her, sealing her ultimate fate, and then fuck the shit out of whoever SHE is."

They all laughed at that.

For the first time in four hours, the sexy, sweaty super heroine felt a pang of fear. She'd forgotten she was still masked, that they didn't already know who and what she was. They were about to discover another hated enemy, another women they despised and sought to bring down low. And she understood that with her unmasking they would own her body, mind and soul.

Ms Americana would never be able to escape their power.

Lord Pleasure came up behind her and seized her arms, pulling them back. If she was going to try and escape, it would be now before being unmasked. She glanced at her power belt, with her costume top and bottoms folded up next to it. She still wore her mask, tiara, earrings, choker, gloves and boots. As Lord Pleasure said, she wore just enough of her costume to remind them all exactly who she was, who they were dominating and fucking stupid. As if they would forget that.

The shapely and thoroughly debauched super heroine looked up with big baby blues at King Pimp. She kept on sucking his dick, but could barely concentrate on her task now. Heart hammering, chest and throat tight, she saw his hand move to her face. She felt him seized the edge and pull it loose just a bit, enough to better secure his grip.

"I've wanted to know who was hiding behind this mask for a long time," King Pimp said. "From the first time I saw your picture in the newspaper, years and years ago. I've wanted to know who was behind the mask. I wanted to possess you. I wanted to whore you."

With that, King Pimp started to pull. He pulled slowly, but steadily. Ms Americana sucked in her breath, as did the others. Eyes wide, mind numb, she felt her fate being sealed irrevocable. Her doom was upon her, and she was too weak and beaten down to fight it.

"Oh…my," King Pimp said, stunned speechless. He just gawked down at her. Everyone just gawked in shock at her naked, unmasked face for several long minutes. Then, at last, he whispered, "Brenda Wade."

"God dammit!" a familiar female voice spat out. "The bastards unmasked Ms Americana!"

"Let's get them!" Spectre Girl's perky voice, so much like Flag Girl's, called.

Ms Americana was left alone. The enormity of her situation sucked the strength out of her. She just knelt there as the battle raged around her. It didn't last long. The men were exhausted from the earlier fight, and more than four hours of nonstop fucking. They were no match for two fresh super heroines.

"Brenda?" Green Spectre said gently. "Are you all right?"

"They unmasked me. They all know my true identity," she whispered.

"We have memory drugs," Spectre Girl said. "We can wipe their memory of the last few hours easily."

"Not enough," Ms Americana said. "I don't have enough to wipe ALL of their minds."

"But together we do," Green Spectre said. Ms Americana hesitated. Was there really as escape from her terrible fate? Could they pull it off? "I'll send Spectre Girl to get the kit from both of our cars, and we can start tying these miscreants up before they wake up."

And so they did. It took another five hours to administer the needed drugs, wipe their minds and then use truth serum to ensure they did really forget. And once they were finished, Green Spectre called the police to come pick up the pimps. By the time Ms Americana had given her statement, she was feeling like her old self again.

# # #

"Brenda?" Lydia said, opening her guardian's bedroom door and peeking in. "Are you ready yet?"

Brenda cut her eyes so she could see Lydia standing at the door, in her mirror. She had neglected to tell Lydia of her "minor setback" the previous evening. Lydia would just blame herself. She didn't want that. Brenda believed in taking responsibility for her own mistakes and setbacks. Blaming others was the first sign of a loser, or at least that was what the General had taught her as a child.

Lydia was ravishing in a classic little black dress and black pumps. It was sexy without being in your face sexy. Brenda thought she never looked better, never looked more adult. Her Lydia had grown up.

"Almost. Is everyone already here?"

"Yes. Todd is eager to meet you," Lydia said, smiling brightly.

"I'll bet he is," she muttered.

Brenda was decked out in a scarlet silk, strapless mini dress and matching strappy stiletto sandals. Her shimmering black hair was loose and cascading across her shoulders and down her back in ebony waves. The diamond earrings, necklace and bracelet showed her wealth and good taste, without rubbing your nose in it.

"Let's go have some fun," Brenda said, heading for the door. "I can't wait to meet the dashing fellow that swept you off your feet."

Within minutes Brenda got to do just that. Todd Williams was tall, dark and handsome. There was an all-American look about him. He was polite and well-mannered, and showered Lydia with attention. Brenda approved. Too many young men had roaming eyes, but not Todd. Heck, he only glanced at her 44DDs once.

Lydia had legions of friends, and they were all there that night. Some of Todd's less couth, jock friends showed up, too. To celebrate the lucky couple's future nuptials. Brenda was quite grateful that they hadn't set a date, too. Todd was a Senior in the coming school year, so would graduate two years before her. Brenda was terribly afraid Lydia would drop out of school once married. They would have to discuss that soon.

Once she'd made her rounds, Brenda quietly left the party. Lydia might want her around, but her friends didn't want anyone smacking of "parents" around. As Lydia's guardian, Brenda was not legally a parent. They weren't even blood relations. But she was her parent in all but name. Lydia even gave her Mother's Day cards and presents.

Going to her home office, Brenda wanted to work on a project from work. It was still a long way off, but procrastination was not one of her vices. Sitting at her large, polished ebony desk, she glanced up and noticed a number of blinking red lights. It was their security system. Each light indicated a room activity was picked up within by the motion detectors. All were main rooms, except three. Frowning, she picked up a remote and turned on the security monitors.

"Figures," Brenda sneered contemptuously. Lydia's friend Helen Stanton was making out with a boy in the storage room off the kitchen. That girl was totally boy-crazy. So she flicked to the next room no one should be inside, the media room, and found a pair of young men watching a NC-17 movie, with lots of nudity and simulated sex. Once again, not unusual to find. "Boys." she sighed. They were all over eighteen, so not her problem.

The last room was an upstairs sitting room. She didn't like the idea of any of them upstairs. Bedrooms were too tempting for a bunch of oversexed college students. That sitting room was across from her master bedroom and Lydia's bedroom. She half expected to find Lydia and Todd up there. Lydia was NOT allowed to take young men into her bedroom. Eighteen or not, that was a firm rule. But when she clicked to it, she found Todd but no Lydia. Instead, it was Todd and two of his football cronies. They were drinking beer, laughing and joking.

"They smuggled beer into my house?" Brenda said, scowling.

Okay, maybe Todd was not perfect. As a Senior, he was certainly over twenty-one, so could legally drink. So she couldn't tag him for that. But she had rules about drinking at Lydia's parties, but how to deal with her ward's fiancé without looking like the bad guy?

"I'm getting soft," she muttered.

Of course, she was still a bit weary after her "setback" the previous night. And bitter about being de-powered. It would take days to regain her ability to utilize her power belt. She pushed a button, and the audio kicked in and she paused to listen in. Wrong, but she couldn't help herself. Being a super heroine made her naturally suspicious.

"…then Amber and Tiffany took turns going down on me," a big, brutish young man said, laughing. If she recalled correctly, Lydia introduced him as "Bull" and said he was Todd's center on the football team. Brenda never really cared for football, since they excluded women. "Those bitch skanks were almost fighting over me. It was cool."

"What about Emily?" Todd said, appearing only mildly curious. "I thought you and her were an item."

"Were," Bull sneered. "The whore up'ed and got pregnant. I dumped her. What a crybaby she proved to be."

The young men all laughed. Todd included. Brenda sat up straight and stared open-mouthed. What kind of emotionally immature bastards were those young men? Bull had just ruined a beautiful young woman's life and he didn't care? And Todd, Lydia's fiancé thought it was funny?

"You ought to get Lydia knocked up," the tall, lanky African-American jock said. Lydia introduced him as Elrod, the team's wide receiver. "Then you would have it made in the shade, brother. Hell, Momma Big Tits would probably let you move in here. What a life that would be, right?"

"Don't you think I wouldn't like to," Todd said. "But I can't make her pregnant just like that. Hell, I fuck her brains out three or four times a day as it is, but she's firmly against getting pregnant outside of marriage. She is in charge of her birth control, too."

Brenda's mind was reeling. Didn't he love her? Was Lydia just a pawn for him to play, so he could move up the social ladder?

"Yeah, Ms Wade is one hot MILF," Bull said, reaching out and grasping thin air like he was squeezing a pair of tits. Her eyes went even wider. She knew what MILF meant -- Mothers I'd Like to FUCK. Brenda felt her face heating up and her blood pressure reaching the boiling point. She glanced over and smiled to see the security system was recording full audio and video. "I would titty fuck that slut till the cows came home."

"If you could pry me out from between them," Todd laughed. "But did you see her ass? Yikes! Is that sweet round ass just begging to be fucked? Fucked long and hard and often?"

"Oh Hell yes," Elrod said. "I'd fuck that bitch so well, she'd be begging ME to marry her, and then you'd be my son-in-law."

They all laughed at that thought.

"Go ahead and laugh, pigs, but I will have to deal with her on a regular basis," Todd said. "Imagine how hard it will be to NEVER stare at her tits? God, I may hurt myself, but one thing is for sure, tonight while I'm banging Lydia's sweet drum slowly, I'll be thinking of Big Brenda's big titties. Whoa, momma!"

Beside herself with fury, Brenda got up and stomped upstairs. Within minutes she barged into that sitting room. The young men all almost fell out of their chairs in surprise and shock.

"How DARE you!" Brenda growled, baby blues blazing.

"What? What did we do?" Todd cried, eyes wide and cowering back in his chair. He lifted up the can of beer. "Is it the beer? Lydia said you didn't like drinking at her parties, but we're all over twenty-one, and we came up here to be out of sight from the younger kids."

"Not that, you heartless scoundrel," Brenda spat as she stood over him, her fists on her well rounded hips. "The security system in my home office kicked in when you entered this restricted room. Your conversation has been video and audio recorded from the moment you stepped inside."

"Recorded?" Todd said, ashen faced.

"That's right. Everything you said about Lydia, about ME and achieving the 'good life' by marrying Lydia," she sneered. "You're just a stinking gold digger, a slimy gigolo."

"What are you going to do?" Todd asked wide-eyed. All of his carefully laid plans were about to go up in flames. His once bright future was all but gone. "I'm sure there was a mistake. We were just joking…and DRUNK! Yes, I'm drunk and can't be held responsible for anything I say."

"That won't work with me, or with Lydia," Brenda said, smiling smugly. "Once Lydia sees that tape, she will drop you like a hot potato."

"You're going to show Lydia?" Todd cried, jumping to her feet. "But it will break her heart! You don't want to do that, Ms Wade. Have some mercy."

"Mercy? After what I just heard? I don't think so, boy," she said. She looked around and smiled smugly at the other two jocks. "You all go to my alma mater. I'm very generous with my donations to the university, and once I speak to the Dean, you boys will all be tossed out of college. Enjoy flipping burgers for the rest of your lives."

"No!" Bull cried, leaping to his feet. He was easily six foot six, three hundred fifty pounds. At least. And it looked like all muscle, too. "My football scholarship is all I got. If I don't get a college degree, or get drafted by the Pros, I'm back on the family pig farm for the rest of my life."

"Me, too," Elrod said. "My momma can't afford to pay for my education. I'll be the first in my family to get a college degree. If we get kicked out of college, we lose our chance to be drafted, too. You can't do this to us, Ms Wade. It'll ruin us."

"Not my problem," Brenda said. "I suggest you learn to RESPECT women, then maybe your miserably, pathetic lives will have some meaning."

"No, please," Bull begged.

"Get out of my way, moron," Brenda snarled. "I may call the Dean tonight. I suggest you all slither out of here fast, and never show your faces again."

"No. Listen," Bull said, reaching out to seize her upper arms.

Shaking sense into his girlfriends had always worked. Maybe that's all she needed. But she expertly batted his hands aside. So he screamed with rage, and smashed an upper cut into her chin.

"Ugh!" she grunted, feet coming off the floor and arms flying wide. A second later she landed on the floor, unmoving in a spread eagle position.

"Bitch! You made me do that," Bull cried.

"Ouch!" Elrod said. "I don't think we have any chance of saving our butts now. Knocking out Brenda Wade in her own house will not endear us to the university."

"She might press charges," Todd said, suddenly even more afraid.

"It's Brenda Fucking Wade," Elrod said dejectedly.

"Okay, she definitely WILL press charges," Todd said. Then he smiled. "Unless we get her on tape doing something she shouldn't be doing."

"Yeah, right, that's going to happen," Elrod said. "That idea was almost as dumb as Bull punching out her lights."

"No, hear me out," Todd said, his mind running at a million miles an hour. He might just be able to pull it off. "What if we took that tape filming us, and copied over it with Brenda Wade FUCKING all three of us. She would have nothing on us, but her word. BUT we would have film of her doing all three of us. Imagine what the public would think of her for banging her own ward's fiancé? She'd be shamed, humiliated and despised, and she'd lose Lydia forever."

"In a word, she'd do whatever we said to keep that tape from being released," Elrod said. "I like it."

"Wait," Bull said, frowning and trying to figure out what was going on. "I don't understand."

"It's easy, Bull. You get to fuck Brenda all you want, and she'll let you stay in school," Todd said. "Easy enough?"

"Fucking A," Bull said. "Let's start now."

"Just a moment. We have to prep it all," Todd said. "Take her across the hall to her room. You strip her while I go fix the tape. Then we'll bring her back here, and the security tape will start to record as she fucks all three of us. We're going to make it look like she fucked us of her own free will."

It didn't take Todd long to find Brenda's office, and then the security system. He rewound the tape, and got it ready again. When he returned to Brenda's master bedroom, he found Elrod and Bull had not only stripped Brenda, but put some sexy lingerie on her super sexy body. Brenda now wore a red corset, with garters hanging down to hold up black silk stockings, and the same red strappy sandals as before.

She was also moaning and groaning, almost awake. So they hefted her to her feet and Todd upended the bottle of brandy he found in her room. While he poured alcohol down her throat, Bull sucked on her monster tits and Elrod finger fucked her pussy and her asshole. In no times Brenda was gasping and grunting, her sexy body writhing sexily and her big blue eyes staring at them in awe. It didn't take long before Brenda was swaying upon her feet before them, only able to stand thanks to Bull and Elrod. Her perfect pink nipples were fully erect, and her pussy was sloppy wet. And it was time.

Dragging her across the hall, they started laughing and joking as they entered the sitting room. Brenda appeared to walk in under her own power. By this time Todd knew where the camera was located, so played to it. He made it appear that Brenda took him in her arms and kissed him passionately. In truth, he kissed her to keep her from saying something they didn't want said.

"Mmmmm," she groaned into the kiss, and a second later he realized she really was kissing back. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed tight, and she groaned in pleasure. After a moment, he began to massage her clit, using his body to hide that fact from the camera. When she wrapped a leg around him, he knew she was primed for porno. He released her lips, and started sucking on her tits. "Uuughh, yes."

Todd savored the warm, silky feel of her perfumed skin. Her breasts, so large and firm, were of a size and beauty he'd never dreamed of knowing before. He spent a long time squeezing and caressing, licking and nibbling. Finally, he sucked in a rock hard nipple and enjoyed the way Brenda gasped and squealed.

<The stupid drunk bitch is enjoying it,> he thought. <We're going to OWN this bitch after tonight.>

He didn't know half of it. Brenda was beside herself in drunken pleasure. Way back in her mind, she knew it was bad. But they'd forced so much booze down her throat she would do anything. Too much alcohol made her horny, which was why she carefully monitored her intake. Plus, she still recalled the previous night of being fucked every which way, and her body wanted a repeat with those three young men. Her shapely body NEEDED to be fucked long and hard.

"I'm such a slut," she groaned.

"Yes you are," Elrod said. "Hurry up, Todd. I want to get my dick wet, too."

"Speaking of which," Todd said, backing up towards a chair. Brenda, with her perfectly manicured hands on his shoulders, obediently followed with a sensuous smile across her gorgeous face. At the chair, he quickly dropped his pants and sat down. Brenda stopped to stare at his cock, biting her lower lip, then straddled his lap. As she lowered herself, he guided the dick in. "Oh, yes."

As her hot velvety pussy slipped over his cock, Todd groaned in unison with Brenda. They both savored the feel of cock in pussy, then she began to slide up and down his shaft, her slippery pussy hugging him tightly as it quivered with pleasure. It didn't take long before they both climaxed at the same time.

"Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! So good," Brenda moaned, head thrown back and sweat slickened 44DDs flouncing as she energetically bounced on his cock.

When Todd finally pulled her off, she stumbled and fell to her knees. She was really too drunk to stand up, much less walk without help. When she raised her eyes, it was to find a big black cock in her face. The oversexed billionaire smiled and took that cock in hand, then wrapped ruby red lips around it.

"MMmmmm," she groaned wantonly, as Elrod slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her eager mouth. Once her nose was deep in his bushy pubic hair, Brenda took over. "Mmmmm. Uuuuggghh."

Brenda gave him the blowjob of his young life. The cheerleaders and pep squad girls back at the university didn't know how to give head and suck like that. Heck, they haven't been trained by pimps. Very demanding pimps.

"Oh Jesus!" Elrod cried after about five minutes of mind blowing oral sex, then started spewing cum. The first two spurts were in her slurping mouth, but then he pulled out and shot another four loads in her beautiful face. "And that is well deserved, fucking slut."

Brenda smiled up at him drunkenly, milky cum dripping all over her face and down across her titanic tits.

Bull laughed, pushed the billionaire babe to all fours, and knelt behind her. Brenda wiggled her shapely ass and groaned in anticipation. She'd discovered the previous night that doggie style gave her the greatest pleasure since the invading dick went in at the perfect angle to maximize stimulation on her most sensitive G-spot.

Bull charged in like a bull in heat. No wasted time. He shoved his eleven inch cock straight into her pussy, driving deep, deep the first stroke. After all, she was loosened up after the previous night. Still tight, but her pussy was used to being filled to the max now. And he started ramming her with gusto.

"Oh my Goddess," she cried, baby blues wide. His size and intensity were overwhelming. She gasped and grunted, cried out with tiny animal noises and clutched desperately at the thick carpet. Her huge rack was swinging and sloshing all about from that erotic pounding. "I…can't….hold….it….Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Ha ha! Bingo!" Bull cried, pulled out and shoved his cock up her poop chute. "Now the back door."

"Son of a …..!" she cried, and screamed, "Yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeoooooooowww! Oh, Goddess, he's ripping me apart!"

Todd stood up as Bull was reaming out Brenda's ass. He pulled his pants up and adjusted his clothes. He smiled at the sight of Brenda on all fours servicing his friends, knowing it could only mean good things.

"Well, I better go find Lydia before she starts looking for me," he said. "See you boys tomorrow. Have fun."

Within the hour Todd was nailing Lydia on the back porch. Then in the media room, followed by the kitchen and dining room. Finally, three hours later after the party had broken up, she led him upstairs to her bedroom, where they spent the rest of the night humping.

At six the next morning, Todd left Lydia passed out with sexual exhaustion and a big smile on her beautiful face. He found the sitting room empty. So he checked the master bedroom, and found his friends in Brenda's California king sized bed with the object of every man's desire. One look and he could see Brenda was no longer drunk. Her baby blues burned with need and lust, though.

Brenda lay in the middle of her bed, on her side really, with her left leg raised high. Her incredibly shapely body shimmered with sweat, long black hair completely soaked through with sweat, as Elrod lay behind her reaming out her ass, and Bull lay in front of her fucking the shit out of her pussy.

He watched his friend fucking the High and Mighty Brenda Wade for the next hour. She said nothing the whole time, just grunted and groaned sweetly as they fucked her hard. Finally, he called a halt to it all. It was time to leave, before Lydia woke up and discovered them.

First though, Brenda was forced to her knees before him. He showed her the tape of the previous night.

"I taped over that incriminating evidence you had on me," Todd said. "And instead got a lot of hot COUGAR sex, starring YOU."

"Cougar? Me?" she growled. "I was forced against my will."

"Not what the tape shows," he said. "You look more than willing, eager even, on tape."

"Bastard," she whispered, understanding she couldn't go to Lydia now. She couldn't prove anything, and Lydia would just think she was trying to break them up for no good reason. "You've won this time."

"I've done more than just defeat you at your own game, Brenda, I've hit the mother lode. You," he said. She looked up, startled. "Can you spell Blackmail?"

"Each one of us will visit you weekly, to collect our money and get fucked," Todd said, grinning victoriously.

Fierce negotiations ensued. Todd and the two jocks were shocked she took such a hard stand. She really tried to get out of the sex part, but in the end she had no choice. Not if she wasn't willing to lose Lydia forever. So, in the end, Brenda agreed to MONTHLY visits by each of them separately, where she would fuck them to their heart's desire, and then give them ten thousand dollars. They swore she was getting off cheap, but it didn't feel like it to her.

They left laughing and joking. They left billionaire Brenda Wade, the most powerful woman in Delta City, on her knees in the middle of her bedroom. They left her covered in sweat and cum, exhausted and feeling weak and vulnerable. But they failed to see the spark in her baby blues. A spark that was growing with every second.

"They defeated and befouled Brenda Wade, but I don't think they will fare so well against Ms Americana," she whispered.

# # #

It took two weeks to recover all of her pent up sexual frustrations. First, she was fucked into submission by multiple men, two nights in a row, then just as she was recovering a week later, the three jocks showed up one at a time -- Friday, Saturday and Sunday -- to claim their first cash payments of blackmail, and spend the night with her. So she was drained of sexual frustrations again, and had to recover yet again.

Very frustrating.

After two weeks people were starting to ask where Ms Americana was. Since word of her defeat by the Sugar Town pimps had spread like wildfire, many believed her spirit had been broken. Sugar Town and most of the city's more unsavory elements were celebrating her demise. Prematurely, she thought with a grin.

"I'm back," she said, back in full costume again.

Ms Americana spent the next week "showing her colors" around town, fouling liquor store hold-ups and bank robberies. With other super heroines like Green Spectre and Got Gal, she tore through Sugar Town a few times, rounding up pimps and hookers, and sending many more running for cover. It was a good week.

All the while, though, she was keeping close tabs on Todd and friends. Most of the time Lydia was with them. She needed to catch them all together, and without any chance of Lydia showing up at an inopportune time. That came on a Saturday night, two weeks after they first nailed her ass.

Lydia was out of town, in Cancun with some girlfriends. Brenda's informants said the three jocks were alone in their frat house drinking. The other frat boys had all gone home for the weekend. She wouldn't get another opportunity like this for a long time. So she hurried home, dressed up as Ms Americana and headed over to Frat Row near the university.

The frat house was dark, but she heard loud, thumping music. It was coming from the basement recreation room. The beautiful Queen of Justice smiled, knowing she was about to get her revenge, and enjoy the hell out of it, too. After that night, they wouldn't be bothering Brenda or Lydia anymore.

Ms Americana paused to ensure the microphone and mini-recorder was well hidden in her left breast cup. She'd tested the setup up extensively over the past week, and knew it would pick up anything they said. She was going to get her own blackmail material, evidence that could send them all to prison if they didn't cooperate and leave town never to return.

The front door was unlocked. The sexy super heroine slipped inside and checked out the entire ground floor. Empty. So she checked out the second floor, and found all bedrooms empty. Good. She didn't want to be interrupted. Then she headed down into the basement.

"Figures," Ms Americana said, scowling.

Todd, Lydia's fiancé, was banging a pretty redhead in a cheerleader outfit. Some fiancé, huh? Elrod and Bull were also there, both also fucking cheerleaders. She knew they were real university cheerleaders, since she recognized the girl sucking Bull's cock so enthusiastically. She was the daughter of Wade Enterprises' Executive VP.

"Hello boys and girls," Ms Americana said, striding into the center of their midst.

They were all in a pit group, before a cold fireplace. Three couches in a square with the fireplace as one side of that square. The large coffee table was stout enough for a girl to dance upon. The sexy super heroine could tell, since the wood surface showed the telltale indentions and scuffs from high heels.

<Pigs,> she thought.

"I think you girls should leave now," Ms Americana said in her most commanding voice. "I have business with your boyfriends here. Business you really don't want any part of, I can assure you."

The cheerleaders, though looking frightened, didn't want to leave. Todd forced them to leave. Shooed them away. Then the three jocks stood before Ms Americana, looking nervous.

"How can we help you, Ms Americana?" Todd asked. "You know, we are all ready and willing to help in your noble efforts at any time and any place. We support our hard working super heroines."

"Yep," Elrod said.

Bull nodded, but just stared at her titanic tits while licking his lips. Elrod mostly stared at her tits, but managed to look up almost half the time. While Todd constantly glanced down at her deep cleavage.

"Pigs," she said, scowling at them.

"Well, in our own defense…" Todd said, a condescending smile spreading across his too handsome face.

"There is NO defense for any of you three," she interrupted, baby blues flashing fire. "I have just spoken to my good friend, Brenda Wade, and learned what you vile miscreants have done to her." They looked startled. "Thought she'd be too ashamed to ever tell anyone? Wrong. It took a while, but she's had time to consider her position and realize it is untenable. She called me, and now here I am."

"But -- " Todd started.

"But nothing!" she cried. "I've heard her side of the story, now grace me with your side. Come on, talk."

"She's a mean bitch," Bull said. "She was going to fuck up our lives over that stupid twit Lydia."

"Yeah, we had to do something," Elrod said. "After all, she was going to ruin our lives over something we SAID. We didn't even do anything wrong, just talked trash about her tits and shit. You know?"

"So that justified beating her unconscious, forcing copious amounts of alcohol down her throat, and then gang raping her all damn night?" Ms Americana said incredulously.

"Pretty much," Bull said sheepishly.

Ms Americana fumed. They didn't appear to regret any of it. They truly thought they were in the right. At most, they were upset at getting CAUGHT. It was outrageous.

"You're awful silent on the subject, Todd," Ms Americana said.

He shrugged, "Doesn't matter what I say. Fact is, I got video of Brenda Wade fucking all three of us. Like they say, pictures are worth a thousand words. You just got the whining of an old washed up cougar alcoholic, who regrets her wicked behavior a couple weeks later and wants you to fix it for her."

That was more than she could take. Ms Americana cold-cocked the arrogant bastard right there. Left him sprawled out over the back of a couch. His friends cried out and charged her. She flipped Bull over a well rounded hip, then dropped low and swept Elrod's feet away. But before she could kick the big African-American in the head, Bull tackled her from behind.

"Ugh, you brute!" she cried, and slammed an elbow into his face.

Ms Americana rolled to her feet, and turned just in time to take a right cross from Elrod. He was big and strong, and despite her superior strength and speed, his mass was greater than hers so she was knocked over Bull, landing on her fat titties.

"Oh, you are going to pay for that," she growled. The punch stung, but nothing more. Her power belt was a wonderful thing. She rolled up to her red booted feet, and attacked the wide receiver. "Time to feel my wrath, miscreants."

Using her superior strength and speed, she charged the big African-American and blocked two wild punches, then kicked straight up and cold cocked him. He was unconscious before he hit the floor. So she turned and smiled at Bull.

"Die!" Bull cried, and charged her.

The statuesque super heroine easily flipped him over her shoulder. When he rose up on his knees before her, a wild look of animal rage on his face, she promptly punched him between the eyes. She smiled smugly as his angry blue eyes crossed, then rolled up. He fell bonelessly flat on his face at her feet.

"That felt good," she said. "Now it is time to beat some sense into good ole Todd."

"I don't think so," a feminine voice said.

Ms Americana turned to find all three cheerleaders arrayed in a line before her. The curvy redhead was in the middle, the willowy blonde to the left and the stunning brunette to the right. None of them was taller than her shoulders, but they looked angry and resolute. They were all carrying pool cue sticks. She frowned at them.

"I told you to leave. This doesn't concern any of you," Ms Americana said. Did they think they could intimidate HER with a couple of cue sticks? "Except for the fact you are sleeping with very bad men, and should reevaluate your misspent lives."

"Whateva," the red head said. Her name was Arianna. She was holding her cue stick behind her back with both hands, as if that would trick Ms Americana. "You better leave, or else."

"Or else?" Ms Americana said, eyebrow rising haughtily.

"Yeah, or else we're going to beat you up good," the willowy blonde, Buffy, said. She was the daughter of Brenda's Executive VP. She shook her cue stick at the super heroine. "We know how to use these."

"I'm the Queen of Justice, the premier super heroine in Delta City," Ms Americana sneered. "A few bimbos with billiards sticks are no threat to me."

"Oh yeah?" the brunette, Jessica, said, and lifted her stick threateningly.

"Yes," Ms Americana said, striking a haughty super heroine pose before them.

"Up yours," Arianna said. Then, "Oh, Todd's waking up."

Ms Americana glanced over her shoulder at the unconscious quarterback. He was starting to stir. So she smiled and turned back to finish up with the cheerleaders. When her face came back around, Arianna had a hand thrust up in her face, holding a small aerosol can. Ms Americana's babe blues went wide in surprise at the sight of the pepper spray.

Pppppppssssssssshhhhhh!

"Aaagghh!" Ms Americana cried, clutching at her tortured eyes with both hands. Then she felt a pool stick smack her across the knees. "Uuugghhh!"

Arianna jabbed the butt end of her stick in Ms Americana's unprotected throat, sending the half-blinded super heroine staggering backwards, coughing and hacking as she clutched at her throat. Buffy broke her pool stick over Ms Americana's head, and ran away to get another.

"Uugh!" she cried when both Jessica and Arianna whacked her in the ribs with their sticks, from different sides. Then Jessica smacked her in the chins, while Arianna broke her stick over the sexy super heroine's head. Ms Americana fell to her knees, stunned and mind reeling from the two vicious blows to the head. "Uuuuggghhh. Stop it."

Arianna picked up the heavy end, the butt end, of her broken pool stick, and smacked Ms Americana's beautiful masked face back and forth a couple times. Blackness started to quickly creep in for the beleaguered super heroine. Someone, she didn't know who, kicked her in the cunt five times in quick succession. All the hapless heroine could do was groan in abject misery and pain.

"Stuck up bitch slut," Arianna growled. She looked around, noticing the three football players were awake, sitting up and gawking at the cheerleaders beating the super heroine into submission. "And you three are idiots." She reached down and ripped off Ms Americana's mask. "Now THAT is how to hurt a super heroine."

"Brenda?" Todd said, dumbfounded.

Arianna frowned, not getting the acknowledgement and praise she expected. She didn't know any Brenda, so glanced down at her victim, and did a double-take.

"Oh my God! Brenda Wade is Ms Americana!" Arianna cried. She backhanded the sexy billionaire with the broken stick. "I've always wanted to do that, you self-righteous prude. I'll teach you to cancel my scholarship for moral turpitude."

Arianna stepped behind Brenda, thrust kicked her at the base of her neck and forced her to all fours. Then the sexy cheerleader pulled her flag inspired costume bottoms down and thrust the butt end of her broke pool stick deep into the billionaire babe's twat.

"Aaagggh!" Brenda cried. "What? What are….ooooh, aaawww…you're hurting me."

"Good," Arianna growled and redoubled her efforts. Then to the blonde, "Buffy, fetch your handcuffs."

Battered and weak, Brenda tried to resist, but that thick stick up her cunt was scrambling her mind. It felt too good. The curse of the Aphrodite gene was in full blaze within her shapely body. She silently cursed her curse as Buffy and Jessica pulled her arms back and cuffed her wrists together. And it all proved too much.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Oh! Oh! Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Brenda cried, head thrown back. "Mercy! I beg mercy!"

Arianna released the stick, but left it there. She pulled Brenda up on her knees by yanking her thick, silky, black hair. Straddling Brenda's upturned face, she lifted her pleated cheerleader skirt to reveal a completely waxed pussy, glistening and dripping from recent heavy use.

"Eat me, bitch."

She thrust her slick pussy into Brenda's face, forcing the defeated woman to do as commanded. Brenda's tongue rose up tentatively, giving her nether lips a quick tongue bath. Then applying more force, she pushed past Arianna's hot, fragrant nether lips and deep into the wet slit beneath. Brenda spent the next ten minutes licking and sucking that slit and nether lips, finally bring the sexy cheerleader to a screaming climax.

Then she sucked on her clit until she climaxed two more times.

"Look at her go," Buffy said. "She's really getting into that."

"Yeah, she's a raging slut," Todd said. "She was the same with us. She resists at first, but once started she fucks the bloody shit out of you."

"She's such a hypocrite," Elrod sneered. "I saw her on TV last night yammering about what she was doing to clean up the Sugar Town sleaze 'infestation.'"

"Yeah, I saw that," Todd said, becoming thoughtful. "She is heading up a push by Ms Americana, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl, and maybe some other super heroines, too, like Got Gal and Lady Midnight. But Brenda and Ms Americana are the prime movers and shakers, and the ones the boys in Sugar Town really want to knock down a peg the most. The two women they want to get their hands on the most."

"Whoa, are you thinking what I think you are thinking?" Elrod said, an evil glint in his eyes. "Sell her to King Pimp?"

"Oh, I like it," Arianna said.

"Yes!" Buffy and Jessica cried in unison, faces bright with excitement.

"No, better," Todd said. He smiled evilly down at the vanquished vigilante. "Much better."

# # #

THREE MONTHS LATER:

"It's been a wild ride, boys and girls," Todd said, looking all smug and pleased with himself. "Tomorrow I marry Lydia, and take over Wade Enterprises next month after Brenda's will is executed, leaving everything to Lydia. Oh yeah. I get it all, boys, the hot blonde babe and the hot bitch's fortune."

"You deserve it," Arianna said with big green, worshipful eyes. She was his mistress now, also enjoying his rich bounty. Among other things. "It was your brilliant plan, after all."

"It was brilliant," he said.

Todd had them take Ms Americana's car to Sugar Town and abandon it in a dark alley. After going to Wade Manor, and securing Brenda's purse, a silken blouse from her closet and a pair of black pumps, he left those articles of her clothing around the car, along with Ms Americana's tiara, mask and costume top. They also took some of Brenda's blood, and smeared it on the car, and splashed it on the wall of the alley. And finally, they smeared the cum and pussy juices from Brenda's own pussy on the hood and trunk, so they would think those two bastions of virtue had been captured, raped and taken away into white slavery.

And the police and press believed them. Even LYDIA believed it. Ms Americana was rumored to be working in a dozen different brothels in Sugar Town, not to mention being said to have been sent overseas. Same with Brenda. No one was even bothering to look. When women of their beauty and stature vanished, taken away by white slavers, everyone knew they would never be seen again. History taught them that.

Todd, of course, was there for Lydia. He comforted and helped her through that long nightmare. And she was sooo grateful and in love. She couldn't do enough for him. He was denied nothing, even being promised the Chairman of the Board of her, of THEIR, company.

Life was good.

"Anything else, master?" Brenda asked docilely.

The gorgeous, raven-maned vixen knelt before Bull, gently tucking his now satisfied and flaccid cock back into his pants. She licked full red lips, getting all the cum off, and looked around hungrily.

"Ah, yes, and then there is Brenda," Todd said. "The perfect sex slave."

Brenda was wearing a tight French maid costume. Very short. No panties, with black fishnets held up by garters and six inch spiked heels. The "uniform" was cut so that her 44DDs hung out enticingly, always there for use, abuse and everyone's pleasure.

"Brainwashing Brenda has to be the very best part of your devious plan," Elrod said, pulling out his cock and motioning the lovely sex slave over. They all watched with wide smiles as she dutifully crawled over and knelt before him, then started sucking him off with enthusiasm and loud slurps. She knew how to keep her masters happy. "And it was so easy and fast."

"It's the Aphrodite gene she has, that all super heroines have," Jessica said matter of factly. It was her medical training, and research on the internet, that enabled them to brainwash Brenda so quickly and easily. "They are all kinda predestined for it, at a genetic level. So as long as we keep her subjugated, and well fucked, she is helpless to want, need or think of anything else."

"Mmmmm," Brenda groaned wantonly.

They all watched her with big smiles and eager eyes, waiting their next turn in her mouth, her body. Life was good.

THE END