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

Ms Americana/Brenda Wade, Flag Girl, Lady Midnight, Got Gal/Tanya O'Donnell, Azure Angel and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. Glory Woman is the creation of Nightwing316. I came up with the villain.

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MS AMERICANA: CLOSE CALL

By Dark One

The super sexy super heroine, known as Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice, strode purposely down the street. Pimps, pushers, hookers and their patrons scattered. She wore her best super heroine face, looking confident and more than a little arrogant in her obvious power.

"Man, my costume really POPS in the noontime sun," Ms Americana said, glancing down at her jostling 38Gs, nestled within the scant, strapless bikini top of her costume. The red and white strips of one cup practically shown like a beacon, while the star-spangled blue of the other cup was an amazing shade of blue that only sunlight could bring out so well. Even her golden tiara and matching power belt glinted in polished glory. "I should work days more often."

Most super heroines worked nights. They all had day jobs, after all. But when they had vacation or a little time off, they all liked to "show the colors" at unexpected times, like midday.

"Ugh! Help!" a man's voice cried out from the alley ahead. She heard the distinct thunk of fists pounding flesh, a sound she was intimately acquainted with to say the least. "Ouch. Stop! I'll pay you!"

"Oh, you gonna pay, sucka, but first you gonna PAY," a familiar voice came to her. "I'll teach you to short one of my bitches."

"Kid Rotten!" she hissed, and took off running. Rounding the corner, she spotted the infamous pimp beating a man in a suite. The middle-aged man was short and pudgy, and showed absolutely no ability to defend himself. Ms Americana paused, letting Kid kick the stupid john's butt a bit more. Maybe that ass whipping would teach him a valuable lesson -- STAY AWAY FROM SUGAR TOWN, and hookers. But then she saw the john was really getting it way too much, and took off running towards them. "HALT! In the name of Justice, Ms Americana demands to cease and desist, miscreant!"

"What?" Kid said, then his eyes fixed on her bouncing tits. "Wow."

Ms Americana grinned, and pounded a right cross into the side of Kid's jaw. He spun around and fell face first into the cold concrete of the shadowy alley. She bent over him, smiling.

"Glass jaw, huh? Shame, I would've enjoyed giving you more of what you were giving this poor old man," she said, and then turned toward the stunned john. "Mister, I suggest you high tail it out of her, and don't look back, don't COME back. Ever. Now…RUN!"

And run he did. Ms Americana almost laughed to see him run so fast. She would've never guessed a pudgy, middle-aged man could run so fast. Then she turned back to Kid.

"What? He's gone!" she cried.

"Not yet," he said behind her.

The vivacious vigilante turned, to find Kid standing behind her. He was already swinging, and his fist smashed into her nose. Hard. The statuesque super heroine staggered back. Her tall stiletto heel caught on something, and down she went.

"Ugh," she grunted, head bouncing off the hard concrete. Then Kid's foot pounded into her pussy, brutalizing her clit between the toe of his shoe and her pubic bone. Talk about intense pain. It even overrode what help her power belt gave her. "Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!"

Ms Americana tried to escape Kid's vicious attack. She rolled left, trying to get to hands and knees, then her feet. But Kid was ready, and kicked her in the face. Blood sprayed out across the concrete as she groaned low and miserably. Then he stomped on her left hand, and followed with a wicked kick to her tailbone.

"Let's see the goods, babe," Kid said as she sprawled out at his feet. He reached down and unfastened her top. Her 38Gs spilled out. "Wow, what a pair. Nipples hard as rocks, too. Interesting. I knew you super cunts liked it rough." He savagely kicked her in the jaw. "So I'm going to fulfill all of your rough sex fantasies today."

While he was pulling her bottoms off, Ms Americana rolled over onto her belly, clawing at the pavement, trying to escape. Her mind was still spinning. She knew she was in trouble, and had to escape. She just wasn't coherent enough to pull it off.

"Oh, so this is how you want it, huh? Fine with me," Kid said, chuckling as he knelt between her spread legs. He reached down and fondled her jiggling, round butt. Then he unzipped, dropped a load of spit on the head of his cock, and reached down to spread her ass cheeks. "Grunt if this feels good."

"Ugh!" she grunted. When his cock penetrated her asshole, her whole body bowed backwards, red booted feet rising up as her head and shoulders did. "Oh, Goddess….UUuuuuuggggggghhhhhh!"

"I thought so," Kid sneered. He grabbed a fistful of shiny black hair in one fist, and started squeezing a titanic tit with the other. Her baby blues were wide in disbelief, full red lips parted as she panted hard. "Enjoy the ride, Americana, because I certainly will!"

"Great Liberty! You're tearing me in half!"

By the fifth stroke of his cock into her sweet round ass, Ms Americana felt her body changing. The pain bled away, replaced by intense pleasure. Soul numbing pleasure. A super heroine's nemesis, SEXUAL PLEASURE. The rare Aphrodite gene that all super heroines possessed, that gave them quicker reflexes and healing abilities, that made them stronger and faster, and some even gained super powers, also made them extremely fertile and hedonistic. The super sexy super heroine understood that she only had minutes, if not mere seconds, to escape or she would be doomed by her own genetics and inborn hedonism.

"Oooh, Goddess," she groaned. Then her indomitable will reasserted itself. "I will not be TAMED!"

"You don't have a choice, Ms Bootie Duty," Kid groaned, increasing the rate he was ramming his cock up her ass. Ms Americana groaned, kicking and clawing at the ground. The butterflies deep in her belly had begun turning to liquid heat, and she felt a orgasm starting to build. "You are about to be tamed…," he reached around her head, grabbed the edge of her blue, star-spangled mask, and ripped it off, "…and CLAIMED! Wahoo! Brenda Fucking Wade! Goddammit all. This is great!"

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooo!" she cried, horrified and shook to her very core. Her concentration broken, her body took over and the orgasm fired up fast between her legs. "My Goddess, I…have….LOOOOSSSSSSST! Uuuuugghh! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee! Great Liberty, I am TAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMEED!"

"Damn right you are, Ameri-bitch! You my bitch now," Kid crowed, and unleashed is wad deep inside the celebrated crime fighter. "Say it!"

"I…I….," Ms Americana grunt. "Oh….Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

"Say it!"

"I am your bitch!"

"Say it again."

"I am your bitch! I am your bitch! Oh Goddess, I am DEFEATED and OWNED by a pimp!" Ms Americana cried. Her mind was spinning. Each word pushed her deeper and deeper into his power. She knew it, but couldn't stop herself. Her body, her SOUL demanded utter submission. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Say it again."
"I am your……aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!.….BITCH!"

"Damn, you can't say it without coming, can you?" Kid said, laughing. "I really do own you, body and soul."

Kid Rotten pulled out of her spasming ass, stood up and dragged her up onto her knees by her silky soft hair. Then he thrust his sticky wet, glistening cock in her face.

"Suck it, Ameri-bitch. Suck it clean, like the skanky whore that we both know you are," Kid demanded.

He watched her trembling, glossy red lips part, open wider as she slowly moved her mouth toward his cock head. His breath caught as her full red lips pressed warmly against his cock head. Then she pulled away and shook her head.

"Please, I'm a super heroine, I deserve some kind of respect," she said, eyeing that huge cock warily. Instead, Kid thrust his cock into her open mouth. "Uuuugghhhhhh. Mmmmgggffff. Mmmuuuuuggghhhhh."

Kid savored the sight of her full red lips sliding down his long shaft. She groaned wantonly, baby blues closing as she began to suck. SLURP! SLURP! Without prompting, she rolled her tongue around the head of his cock, then kissed and licked her way down the shaft, to his sweaty balls, and licked and sucked on them a long moment. Then she worked her way back up his shaft, and gobbled him down again.

"You are a streetwalker now, Ms Brenda Wade, Ms Americana," Kid said. "You are a whore. A SUPER whore. Haha. Say it. Say you are a super whore."

SLURP!

"I…" SLURP! "…am…" SLURP! "…a super…." SLURP! "…HEROINE!"

Ms Americana lunged up, bringing her knee hard into his balls. Kid Rotten squeaked like a little mouse, and fainted. The super statuesque super heroine just stared down at the hated pimp for a long moment, panting, hormones raging. Slowly, she calmed down, then collected her costume. After she was masked and redressed, the Queen of Justice rummaged through a nearby trash dumpster, and find some electrical cord to hogtie Kid. Once he was hogtied, she used some dirty rags in the trash, all slimy with grime, and used them to gag the pimp.

Ms Americana tossed Kid Rotten into the dumpster and slammed closed the lid.

Returning to Brenda's silver Mercedes Benz, she popped the truck open, and stared at the empty trunk a long moment. No kit. Damn. So she got the Ms Americana cell phone out of the glove box, and called a comrade in crime fighting.

"Hello? Lady Midnight speaking," she said.

"Midnight, it's Americana. I had a close call."

"Caught?"

"Yes."

"ID?"

"Compromised," Ms Americana said, scowling. "No kit. Forgot it at home."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. Are you available?"

"Yes, Honey, I got your back," Lady Midnight said. Ms Americana gave Kid's location. It was just a few blocks from the DA's offices. "I'm on my way. Be there in ten."

"I'm running late, so I might not be here," Ms Americana said, heading towards the abandoned Hancock Building. "I owe you big time, babe."

"Hey, just returning the favor from when you did the same for me, three weeks ago."

Ms Americana slipped into the Hancock building through an unlocked door. She looked around a bit, called out a few times. No one was there. So she centered herself, and then touched the gold star medallion on the blue choker around her throat. A flash of light, and a second later she stood there dressed in Brenda's gray, pin stripe suit, with the white silk blouse and short skirt. Her thick hair was piled atop her head again, and her black hose sheathed legs ended in black stiletto pumps.

"My Goddess, this talisman Hexanna made for me is wonderful," Brenda said, admiring the shiny golden star. "I really have to find some appropriate way to thank her."

Brenda smiled, dropped the gold star into her purse, and headed for her car. She was soon heading back to her office, totally unaware that someone saw her enter, then leave the Hancock Building.

"Oh my God, Brenda Wade is Ms Americana?" Chief of Vice, Andrew Wessel, said. The vice cop called The Weasel by the street people and the super heroines of the city, smiled and rubbed his cock. "I can't believe it. I am going to take out Ms Americana and Brenda Wade, all at once. This is too good to be true."

For a long moment he sat in his unmarked squad car, rubbing his cock and imagining Ms Americana's full red lips wrapped around it, her blue masked head bobbing up and down in his lap. Then the mask melted away, and he imagined the beyond gorgeous face of Brenda Wade. Both of them had super shapely, humongous titted bodies. In fact, now that he thought of it, how did he NOT put two and two together before then? Brenda and Americana -- same body, same black hair, same baby blue eyes, same full red lips, same ARROGANCE.

"I have to come up with a good way to expose you," he muttered, eyes glassy as he dreamed of that day. It had to be very public, with lots of press coverage. He wanted those two thorns in his side -- Brenda Wade and Ms Americana -- dealt with, and put down forever. And in spectacular fashion, too. That was one Phoenix that wouldn't rise from the ashes. "Oh, it'll be so good."

# # #

"Perfect," The Weasel muttered, slipping up quietly in the dark alley.

Ms Americana stood in an arrogant super heroine pose at the end of the alley, looking out into the street. The red and blue flashing of police lights lighted the scene. The crooked vice cop grinned. He heard she was here, over the radio. Apparently, she'd waylaid a pimp that skipped out on his bail and failed to report for his day in court. The Queen of Justice didn't play that game, so found him for the police who refused to go into Sugar Town unless it was a simple pick up from a super heroine. Too dangerous otherwise.

The Weasel wore all black, with a black ski mask hiding everything but his eyes. His black gloved hands carried a cotton cloth and a bottle of chloroform. So he eased up to within a few feet of her, hidden in the night shadows and behind piles of trash. He didn't have long to wait, the pimp was already taken away and the two remaining squad cars quickly departed. Leaving Ms Americana alone to bask in her own glory.

He moved quickly. His left arm encircled her body, pinning her arms to her side. A fraction of a second later the soaked cloth covered her mouth and nose. Perfect timing, too, because he got the cloth in place just as she sucked in a huge breath.

Ms Americana struggled, though shock kept her from reacting correctly. He felt her freeze, tense, as she realized it was chloroform, and her fertile mind considered the unsavory ramifications of being captured, of being utterly vulnerable to a horny miscreant. And by the time she came to her senses, it was too late.

"Suck it in, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Super heroines are super vulnerable to drugs. Already you are weak, barely strong as a kitten. And I'm about to FUCK you in every FUCKING hole of your FUCKING body, bitch."

"Mmmmgggghhh," she groaned, feeling so weak, so confused.

Red and blue lights, flashing, approaching. The Weasel spotted the squad car coming around the corner, and instinctively whipped Ms Americana away and deep into the dark alley behind him. Then he pulled off the ski mask and stuffed it into his back pocket. Just in time, too.

"Hey, Chief," the patrol officer said, coming to a halt at the curb and rolling down his window. "Are we too late for the Americana party?"

"Afraid so, boys," Chief Wessel said, grinning. "She's gone. You just missed her."

"Damn," the cop said. He grinned lecherously. "That super babe has got the most beautiful big tits."

"Man, it’s the whole package, I tell you," the other cop said. "Tits, hips, LEGS."

Chief Wessel laughed. "Yes, she's got it all. Plus supreme arrogance."

"Yeah, that's true," the cop driving said. "But if you could turn off her volume, and just WATCH HER. Watch her run."

"Run?"

"First time I saw her, she was chasing a perp. Running hard and fast, and…her tits popped out of her top," he said, and laughed. "My God, those puppies are even prettier in action, bouncing all around and such. Gives me a woody every time I think about it."

"That ain't nothing," the other cop said. "My first week on the force, we got a call to investigate a home alarm. Big mansion got burglarized by Esha. We found Ms Super Tits inside, tied up, NAKED and with two vibrating dildos up her ass and pussy. We, of course, left her like that until the Duty Sergeant arrived, and thirteen other squad cars, and the SWAT boys, and the Crime Scene Team. CSI boys took LOTS of pictures of the…um…crime scene."

"Too funny!" Chief Wessel said. He'd been at that scene, and remembered it fondly. He'd also been at six other scenes during her storied career, where the police rescued her from bondage, or rape. "Despite her claims to be pure of body and heart, that bitch gets NAILED a lot. I mean, a LOT."

They laughed and joked about super heroines getting fucked a few more minutes, even compared the bodies of the different heroines, then the patrol officers got a call and left. The Weasel grinned lecherously. Now it was time to put paid on Ms Americana's ass, and end her career forever.

"Hey, where did she go?"

Meanwhile, Ms Americana staggered down a dark alley. That chloroform was doing a number on her, so she could remember where her car was parked. This was the third alley she checked with no success. And she really had to get out of Sugar Town. She was weak, vulnerable and HORNY. A very bad combination for a super heroine in enemy territory.

"Hey, boys, look what we got here," a gravelly male voice said.

A second later Ms Americana found herself surrounded by men. Not just regular men, either. Bikers. Outlaw bikers.

"Are you a hooker dressed like Ms Americana, or are you the real Ms Americana," the first biker said. He reached out and grabbed both tits, and squeezed. "Tits are certainly big enough to be the real McCoy."

"Hey!" Ms Americana cried, but her body arched, thrusting out her tits, and her arms flew wide. To appearances, it looked like she was pushing into his hands, eager to be felt up. So he continued fondling her, while countless other hands started squeezing, caressing, pinching and other wise touching her shapely body. With hands on her tits, ass, back, belly, hips, legs and deep in her thick, black hair, Ms Americana's body reacted profoundly. Her libido spiked, and she began groaning wantonly, even as her addled mind screamed for her to run for her life. "Oh. Don't…..oh, stop….don't….stop…I mean it, I am a super….oh…"

"Did she say 'don't stop' or what?"

"That she did, bro."

Ms Americana's head was jerked back by her hair, and the biker behind her claimed her full red lips in a passionate kiss. Her top was pulled down, exposing her 38Gs to the horny bikers. Someone poured whiskey over her exposed tits. Two bikers each claimed a tit, and started playing with their prize.

"Best tasting tits ever," one biker said, and they all laughed.

The kiss ended suddenly, and a bottle of whiskey was thrust into her open mouth. The biker shoved it down, forcing her to deep throat the bottle as its contents emptied quickly down her throat. Half a bottle of whiskey just downed like that was hard on a person, especially if she was a teetotaler like Ms Americana.

"Oooooh, I'm so dizzy," Ms Americana groaned, woozy. The biker that kissed her reached around and claimed her massive mammaries with both hands, as another biker pulled her costume bottoms down her mile long legs. "Oh, not my panties!' then she felt the man behind her scoot closer, and felt his huge cock poking at her shapely butt. That cock slipped between her ass cheeks, and right up her to butt hole. "Not there. Why does everyone always go for my….Aaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssss!"

Getting impaled on a cock, up the ass, was a sobering experience. But being fucked as a super heroine was a very intoxicating experience. Within seconds her already excited body was starting to respond. The butterflies that had dwelt in her belly since being chloroformed, were burned away and replaced a much more erotic heat.

"This is so wrong," Ms Americana groaned, enjoying that massive cock up her ass way too much. Those huge hands mauling her tits were almost as arousing. She so hated the fact her BODY loved rough sex. Those vile miscreants were playing her perfectly, and didn't even know it. "I'm the Queen of Justice, a role model of virtue for young women the world over. Having sex with you is…." He started pounding his cock in twice as fast and hard, getting close to shooting his wad. That action super charged her libido. "…is….is so GOOD. Oh My Goddess, it is so so so so good."

She couldn't talk after that. Ms Americana's own super charged orgasm was pounding at the door, demanded she release it. She was almost lost, almost tamed. If that monster climax claimed her body, she would be lost. It would burn away the last vestiges of her will and strength. Her Aphrodite gene would assert itself, and overwhelm her.

"Please, stop before it's ….!" She felt him climax, filling her poop chute with hot cum. And she lost control of her orgasm, and felt it starting to stream roll her into submission. "….it's too late. Great Liberty, I am CCCCUUUMMMIIIIINNNGGG! Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Ugh! Oh, Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeegghhh!"

Another biker grabbed her head, and forced it down. She spotted his rock hard cock sticking up, and she opened wide. A second later, Ms Americana began sucking on his dick with relish.

"MMmmmgghhh. Uuuuggghhhh," Ms Americana groaned, in sexual heaven. She loved LOVED the taste of cock. Loved it way too much. So, deep down, the sexy super heroine knew she wouldn't stop sucking and fucking until there was no more cock to satisfy. She moaned in misery, that turned to a lusty groan very quickly, as she surrendered at last, utterly and completely. "Mmmuuuuuggghhhhh."

"Lord have mercy, you would believe how great this feels," the biker she was sucking cried. "This bitch is damned GOOD."

Bent over, knees locked, as she sucked that cock, Ms Americana wasn't surprised when another biker moved up behind her. This time she was impaled in the pussy, which was aching from horniness, and no use as of yet. She was sopping wet, so he slipping in all the way with no problem. And he was even bigger than the first biker.

The bikers all had their turn inside her highly responsive body. After everyone had at least one shot in her, they took her through the back door of the building they were behind. It turned out to be a biker bar. Live band. Lots of bikers and biker chicks. And all only had eyes for Ms Americana.

It was a long, fun night for the sexy super heroine. They had her dancing naked on tables, dancing with bikers. Having sex with everyone, men and women alike. And lots and lots of fondling, and booze. She blacked out at some point.

"Where am I?" Ms Americana groaned, lifting herself up on her elbows. She looked around her bedroom, at all the bikers and biker chicks on the floor asleep in drunken slumber. She was lying on her back, in her own bed, atop a major wet spot. She felt her choker around her neck, but someone had stripped off everything else. "Oh, I'm at home. Good."

Brenda starts to go back to sleep, when it hits her.

"Great Liberty, I've been unmasked and identified."

Fortunately, her "guests" were too drunk to be awakened by her little outcry. She slipped out of bed, and went around the room gathering her costume. One biker chick wore her boots, another had her earrings. Her tiara was on the dresser, atop her costume top and bottoms. A biker had her power belt around his waist. Very annoying. Anyway she found everything except her gloves.

Slipping silently into her secret chamber, she dumped her costume on the floor and gathered up all of her memory erasing drugs. There were a lot of bikers and biker chicks. Brenda spent the next two hours erasing the memory of last night's lovers. Then she dressed, dragged all of them to another room, and called security. She ordered the bikers to be dumped in the alley behind the biker bar.

"Whew!" she said, alone at last. "Close call."

# # #

"Finally!" Chief Wessel cried. It's been two weeks since he fucked up and let Ms Americana slip away. The Weasel didn't plan to let her escape him again. But she was renown for her ability to escape once captured. He would be more careful. And now he finally had his chance again. "Too funny. The High and Mighty Ms Americana has been captured by gang bangers down in Lower Saxony, and is getting gang banged in the middle of an intersection. The gang bangers think like me -- make sure EVERYONE sees and knows you fucked her stupid."

The Weasel hit the gas. She would not escape him again. He would have his vengeance! And so much more.

Meanwhile, the legendary Queen of Justice had other concerns. She was straddling a big gang banger, his enormous black cock sliding in and out of her pussy at a frantic rate, driving her wild with passion and need and PLEASURE. In addition to him, another gang banger was behind her, driving his equally big dick up her ass, slow and sensual like, and scrambling her brains and libido just as much as the first man. And if that wasn't enough, the leader of the gang was in front of her, and she was sucking his thick, long cock with relish.

Common citizens surrounded them, many holding up camera phones, cameras and video cameras. Her fall was being well documented on film and tape. Her many vile enemies would be watching YouTube that night, whacking off as they watched video clips of her humiliating gang banging.

This was the third trio to fuck her in that infamous intersection. She was having one climax after another. She stopped fighting off the orgasms after the first trio fucked her ten times stupid. The vanquished vigilante no longer had the will power to fight them. All she wanted to do was maximize her orgasms, and that was done by giving them supreme pleasure. Even though her red gloved hands were bound behind her back, she was giving as good as she was getting.

All on film and tape.

"Here comes the money shot," the gang leader groaned, and pulled out of her mouth even as he started ejaculating hot, sticky cum. She swallowed a mouthful, to the oohs and ahs of the crowd, then felt more hot and cream splatter her face, dripping off her mask, her nose, her lips and chin. A thick rope of cum was looped between her slack lips and his cockhead. "Lick it up, Ameri-cunt. Eat all my cum like the skanky super whore you were born to be."

"Mmmmm, yes master," she muttered, totally caught up in gobbling that tasty cum. She could hear the crowd cheering, laughing and celebrating, could hear cameras clicking, recording her defeat for all prosperity. "Mmmggh, good cum."

Then both the gang banger in her pussy, and the one in her ass, shot their wads. She gasped, climaxed, climaxed again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"

"COPS!" a woman screamed.

Before she knew what was happening, Ms Americana was tossed to the side and everyone cleared out. She was left alone in the middle of the intersection, cum dribbling out of her pussy, ass and mouth, dripping off her face, butt and 38Gs. Cops ran up to her, gawking with lusty eyes. No one helped her to stand. She was too "nasty" as one cop put it. She was given a small towel to clean up with. Cleaning away the cum from every little nook and cranny of her spectacular body, in the middle of the street as the cops watched intently, was almost as humiliating as getting caught and gang banged in the intersection.

"Anyone to turn in to us, Americana," the Duty Sergeant asked, a wicked smirk on his round face as she finally finished dressing.

"Not this time, Sergeant," Ms Americana hissed, baby blues narrowed and hot. She swallowed her pride, and said, "Thanks, boys. You saved my sweet ass yet again. I do appreciate it."

"Any time, Ms Americana, any time," he said, smirking, eyes never leaving her titanic tits.

"Uh-huh," she said, rolling her eyes, and then headed for her car. Just the cops staring at her body was turning her own. What they didn't realize was she was totally vulnerable still, and super easy to seduce. She had to get home, take a COLD shower and relax.

Her car was hidden in an alley, not too far away. She walked up, and pressed her finger to the security pad. It recognized her print, and unlocked the car. But she heard the sound of a shoe scuffing on concrete, right behind her. She turned to find a man wearing a black ski mask was rushing her. Her baby blues locked on the bottle of chloroform in one hand, and she hesitated. It was enough to give him the advantage.

"Uggh!" she grunted when he punched her hard in the lower back. Ms Americana was forced into the side of the car. It took her a second to remember that since she was climaxed, many times, all of her pent up sexual frustrations were sated and gone, so her power belt was powerless to help and protect her. That thought startled her, and thus made her hesitate again. It was enough for the man to twist her arms behind her back and handcuff her wrists together. "No! Not twice in one day!"

"If it is any consolation, this will be your LAST capture," the masked man said, and chuckled. He spun her around to face him, then ripped off her top, followed by her costume bottoms. "You want be needing those anymore, Americana."

"You sound familiar, who are…oh, put that up!" she cried, seeing him pull out his cock.

"Okay, I'll put it up…YOU," he said, and thrust it deep into her sopping wet, slick and already well reamed out twat.

"Oooooooh," Ms Americana groaned, head rolling back and body reaction profoundly to that new source of erotic pleasure. Her back arched and her long, shapely legs wrapped around The Weasel's waist. That wonderful, intoxicating liquidy heat filled her statuesque body almost instantly. He had caught her at her most vulnerable moment, and she knew she was a goner. And with that cock deep inside her body, pumping hard and long, she didn't care if she was caught again. Not at all. "Great Goddess! So big. So….good."

With Ms Americana's back pressed against her own car, and the Weasel's lusty hands clutching her firm, round rump, her monster tits just bounced and jostled, mesmerizing her captor. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. He released her butt and both hands grabbed her 38Gs.

"Oh yes! YES!" she cried.

"You got the best tits in the super heroine business, Ameri-bitch," The Weasel said, then pulled his ski mask up enough to expose his mouth. The crooked vice cop immediately sucked in a rock hard, dark pink nipple and sucked for all he was worth. He squeezed her titanic tits with all his strength at the same time, while redoubling his cock pounding of her sloppy cunt. "Mmmmmmgghh."

Ms America's baby blues went wide. She felt her beloved and glorious tits swelling, tingling, and understood what could happen. But, alas, she didn't really care anymore. A monster orgasm was building up, and she was holding it at bay. By holding it off, she made it grown in intensity and that would ensure she enjoyed a much more powerful climax in a few minutes. After that, she wouldn't have any will power or self control to hold back climaxes. She moaned and groaned wantonly, as she whipped her head back and forth, shiny black hair whipping about sexily, her spectacular body bucking hard against her captor, grinding her pussy into his cock.

And then the climax slipped from her control, and rushed over her like an avalanche.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggghhhhhhhh!" she cried. At the same time, milk squirted into The Weasel's mouth, hot and tasty. He spotted milk fountain out of her other nipple as he sucked harder, swallowing big mouthfuls of hot mother's milk. "Great Liberty, I am TAMED AGAIN!"

Hearing her admission, The Weasel got overexcited, and hot his wad deep into her body. Ms Americana climaxed three more times in quick succession. He pulled out, and she dropped to her knees before him. Grinning, The Weasel thrust his sticky, cum-slimy cock between her slack lips. Her baby blues closed, she moaned, and started to suck and lick. Quicker than he thought possible, Ms Americana sucked another climax out of him, ballooning her cheeks.

"Good girl," The Weasel sneered down at her. He jerked her to her wobbly, stiletto booted feet. She was bent over the hood of her car, face down, and felt his still hard cock press up between her ass cheeks. "Now time for a shot of that hot ass of yours."

"Uuuuuuuuggggggggghhhh! Oh, you're too big….uuugghhh, mercy," she groaned. More milk squirted out of her tits, rolling down the hood of her car. He laughed, and started pounding his cock into her butt hole with wild abandon. "Aaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Mercy! So good…..so…..Aaaaaaaaaiiiiieeeee!"

The Weasel fucked the Queen of Justice like that for a good forty minutes, until she'd been devastated by at least twenty minutes straight of non-stop, machine gun orgasms. Then he made her lick and suck his even nastier cock clean.

"Now, let's see who is behind that infamous mask," The Weasel said.

Her butt was on the hood of her car again, her long legs wrapped around his waist will he fucked her pussy yet again. He wanted to be fucking her when he pulled off her mask, and PROVED she was really Brenda Wade. He reached up and ripped off her mask.

"Nooooo!" she cried, whipping her head around, her hair immediately hiding her face from his sight. Then she HEAD BUTTED him savagely. The Weasel dropped like a sack of potatoes. Ms Americana gawked down at him, her blue, star-spangled mask still clutched in his hand. "Bastard."

Ms Americana kicked him in the balls, then the chin. But she was handcuffed and helpless, so couldn't redress or put her mask back on. Without her mask, she couldn't run for help. She had no choice but to find a hiding place. Then she had to stay put until the wee hours of the night, before she literally ran home.

"Another close call, Ms A?" Lydia said, unlocking the handcuffs.

"Don't ask," the disheveled super heroine said, sighing dramatically. "My bad week has turned into a bad month."

# # #

"Screw that bitch," Chief Wessel snarled, dressed in all back early the next morning. "I'm through playing games with her."

He was dressed in all back, including his ski mask. He was waiting in he underground parking of Wade Towers. Near Brenda's parking spot. He watched with hostile eyes as her silver Mercedes pulls into her spot. His breath caught when she stepped out of the car. Brenda was dressed in scarlet, head to toe -- scarlet silk dress and pumps. For once, her hair was down, but she wore those annoying glasses.

Brenda was riffling through her purse looking for her access badge when The Weasel came up behind the tall super model gorgeous woman. One arm pinned her arms to her side, while the other hand came around and pressed a chloroform soaked clothe over her mouth and nose. Like a true super heroine, she succumbed to the heady fumes super fast. Super heroines, or anyone with the Aphrodite gene, succumbed to chloroform and other knockout drugs many times faster than a normal person.

"Just more proof," he muttered, flipping her limp body over his shoulder and returning to his unmarked squad car. He dumped her in the truck, and left the parking garage. "This shouldn't take too long."

The Weasel drove to City Hall, Strapped dynamite around Brenda's narrow waist, and then carried her to the middle of the plaza before City Hall. There he smiled to see her starting to recover. When she was coherent enough to stand, wobbly, unaided, he forced her to bend over and grab her ankles. The crooked cop tied her wrists to her ankles, then hiked her silky scarlet skirt up.

"Hello, remember me?" The Weasel said as he thrust his hard cock deep up her ass.

"Uuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"I guess you do. Haha!"

Of course, a crowd began to gather almost immediately upon his arrival. They all recognized Brenda Wade, and most seemed to be aroused and pleased to see the arrogant goodie-two-shoe getting fucked big time in broad daylight, for all to witness. The dynamite around her waist kept the citizens and police at bay. Before long the local news reports and their cameramen arrived. Strangely, the city's top reporter, Tanya O'Donnell, saw what was happening, and LEFT. Took her sexy little camera girl with her, too. So odd.

"I'm hear to prove a point!' he called. The rambunctious crowd quieted down, eager to hear what he had to say. "I discovered that Brenda Wade is really MS AMERICANA!"

"No!" the crowd cried.

"Yes, and I can prove it, too," he said. She slapped Brenda's sweet white rump. "Speak, bitch. Tell them you are Ms Americana. Tell them!"

"No! I'm not," she cried. She was fighting to keep her orgasm at bay. If he climaxed her she very well MIGHT admit to being Ms Americana to keep her MASTER happy. "Ooooh."

"I'm going to fuck you until you admit it, bitch," he cried, and fucked her harder and faster.

The terror of such public exposure gave the mighty super heroine the wherewithal to fight off his vile sexual assault on her libido and self control. Fortunately for her, The Weasel was the one that got over excited, and blew his wad up her ass. So in anger, he ripped her dress down to expose her titanic tits.

"Look at those mother fuckers! 38Gs like Ms Americana's tits. Huge and juicy," The Weasel cried, giving them a firm squeeze and causing milk to spurt out. Then he started spanking her. Hard. "Admit you are Ms Americana!"

"No!" she wailed. "I am BRENDA WADE, and nothing more!"

So The Weasel alternated between spanking her ass red, and fucking her stupid for the next four hours. She screamed her orgasms, squealed like a stuck pig when he impaled her ass or pussy on his cock. But she steadfastly refused to admit to being Ms Americana. He was starting to lose the crowd.

"If you torture someone, eventually they will confess to ANYTHING to get you to stop," a commanding female voice called. The crowd gasped and parted.

"Ms Americana?" The Weasel said, stunned. He looked down at Brenda's tear soaked face, cum dribbling from her mouth, ass and pussy. She looked beautifully wretched. But it was definitely Brenda Wade. No doubt about that. "But…but….how?"

"She is not ME!" Ms Americana cried, baby blues fiery and full of rage and darkness. "How DARE you accuse my friend of being ME, and violate her so terribly in PUBLIC!"

"Yeah, you moron," Flag Girl snarled, stepping up beside her mentor.

"You're going down for this outrage," Lady Midnight cried from his left, stepping out of the crowd. The purple clad super babe looked even angrier than Ms Americana. Her opera gloved fists were clenching and unclenching. Kinda made the Weasel nervous to see. "I suggest you surrender nice and peacefully, or else you'll leave us no choice but to BEAT you to a bloody pulp."

"Hey, sounds like fun to me," Azure Angel called from The Weasel's right, stepping out of the crowd. "I hope you DOESN'T surrender quietly. He needs to get a little of what he gave to Ms Wade."

"No. No. No," The Weasel cried. "This is impossible. I saw you…" he pointed at Ms Americana, "…go into the old Hancock building, and then a few minutes later Brenda Wade came out."

"Oh my Goddess!" Ms Americana cried. "You witnessed one of my covert meetings with Brenda, and ASSUMED that Brenda was me?" She shook her head woefully, looking very sadly at Brenda. "I am so sorry, Brenda. It is all my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to meet me in secret like that, and especially not THERE."

"Not…your…ugh, fault," Brenda grunted out, still bent over and wrists tied to ankles. In fact, her body was still quivering and quaking from all the orgasms The Weasel ripped out of her body. She was so aroused it actually HURT that he wasn't fucking her still. "Like most IDIOT miscreants, he jumped to conclusions."

"Wait, you are the REAL Ms Americana," he cried. "Imposter! Imposter!"

"Don't be ridiculous," Ms Americana sneered. "Of course I am the real Ms Americana."

"Prove it," The Weasel said, rather smugly.

"Okay," she said. First she pulled hard on her hair. "Not a wig, and there are no other black hair super heroines in Delta City." Then she walked over the nearest curb, and lifted the front of a parked car over her head. "Anyone else you know of this strong?"

"NO!" The Weasel cried, throwing his arms wide as he screamed his impotent rage at the heavens. Before he could react, and before anyone realized she was there, Got Gal swooped down out of the sky and snatched the remote that fired the dynamite out of his hand. Then all the super heroines charged in. "Aaaaaaaggghhh!"

Seconds later, the belt of dynamite was removed from around Brenda, The Weasel was handcuffed, and Brenda was untied and given a large man's shirt to cover her nudity. Then they all turned on Brenda's kidnapper.

Ms Americana stepped forward, and pulled off the ski mask.

"Holy Weasels!" Flag Girl cried.

"Chief of Vice, Andrew Wessel," Lady Midnight snarled. "I place you under arrest for rape, kidnapping, and…..and…and violating Brenda Wade's civil rights."

"Yeah! Take that, Weasel," Azure Angel said.

The stunned vice cop was dragged away to jail. Then Tanya O'Donnell rushed up, with her camera girl, and proceeded to interview all of the super heroines and Brenda Wade. Brenda and Tanya shared a sly wink that no one else seemed to notice.

When a Wade Enterprises limo arrived, they all piled in and headed for Wade Manor. First things first, Brenda took a long, hot shower and got dressed. Then she hurried down to her friends and comrades.

"Ladies, that was the closest of close calls," Brenda said. She grinned and winked at Ms Americana. "How did you get here so fast, Glory Woman?"

"Luckily," she said, removing the mask and revealing it was Glory Woman from Star City. "I was in town visiting Angela Grear. It was Angela's idea that I put on your costume and confront that vile little man."

"They called me, and I agreed," Flag Girl said. "I took your costume, dressed and Flag Girl and hurried into town. The rest is history."

Glory Woman reached to the small of her back, and removed the power belt. Taking it off, revealed her own belt beneath it. The super sexy super heroines all grinned at that.

Brenda opened up a bottle of champaign. "Ladies, a toast. To Close Calls!"

THE END