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MS AMERICANA: COCK WHIPPED

By Dark One

Ms Americana laughed as she ran after two liquor store robbers. There was no way she would let them escape her. The super sexy super heroine in the red, white and blue, star-spangled and striped bikini costume had been after those two for six weeks. They struck once a week. One was a tall, dark haired man missing his front teeth, top and bottom. His partner was shorter, chunkier, with close-cropped blonde hair.

"There is no way a pair of losers like you will escape Ms Americana!" she cried.

The only reason they had such a lead was because they'd taken a hostage. It took a bit for her to outwit them, and separate them from that young man. Of course, she had to ensure the innocent civilian was safe before she gave chase. But she was catching up.

"Every time you boys look back at me, I gain a little bit more ground on you," she called, noticing their frequent glances back at her. Yeah, they looked scared, big time. "You are going down!"

They ran across a street, and plunged into Sugar Town. Ms Americana scowled. She hated going to Sugar Town. That cesspit of humanity held every form of decadence and depravity known to man. The denizens of that infamous red light district reveled in their debauchery, and thumbed their nasty noses at truth, justice and authority.

The voluptuous vigilante followed them across the street, but she was almost struck by a passing car. Ms Americana skidded to a halt, which wasn't easy in five inch stiletto boots. The Buick missed her by three inches, and never seemed to slow down. The driver just laid on his horn.

"Idiots," she growled, and took off again. "If those foul miscreants escape me, I'll scream!"

The legendary Queen of Justice raced down the midnight black alley. All that running was making her start to sweat. A very irritating itch developed under her blue, star-spangled mask, right between her eyes. She grimaced and redoubled her efforts when she heard startled shouts up ahead.

"You'll not escape justice again," she growled, and then burst out of the alley and into a well lit, populated street. Cummins, one of the main streets in Sugar Town. "Out of the way!"

"Watch out! Ms Americana!" someone cried.

"Run!"

"No!" a familiar figure shouted, and whirled around to confront her.

"Great Liberty, I don't have time for this," she growled. The tall, blonde, goateed pimp sneered at her as he dropped into a fighting stance. He was wearing a purple suit and matching bowler, and an amazing amount of gold bling. "Out of the way, Rotten!"

"Leave my girls alone, Americana," Kid Rotten said. "I'm tired of your constant interference. We ain't hurting no one down here, bitch."

Ms Americana tried to veer around the vicious street pimp. But he wasn't having any of that. She rolled her baby blue eyes and came to a halt. Ms Americana scowled at him, tugging up on her red gauntlet gloves first, then tugging her patriotic themed thong bottoms up, snuggling them up nicely.

"Way to show off your camel toe," Kid said, grinning wickedly. "You're all sweaty and shiny. I like it."

After giving her strapless top a little tug up, she touched her golden tiara to ensure it wasn't loose and assumed a classic super heroine pose: chin high, 38G chest thrust out, well rounded hip cocked and balled up fists on well rounded hips.

"You're interfering in official super heroine business," Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowing. They were just three feet apart. "You have aided and abetted escaping criminals. I'm going to have to arrest you, pimp."

"Yeah? Arrest this," Kid said, grabbing his crotch.

She started to respond, but then spotted the escaping robbers cross the street just up at the next intersection, oblivious to the fact she was right there. Forgetting Kid, the vivacious vigilante cut right and took off. Ms Americana only had eyes for the robbers.

"Ugh!" she cried, pain lancing up from her left ribs. He kicked her in the side while she was distracted. His kick sent her teetering at high speed straight into an oncoming car. THUNK! "Uuggghh."

Ms Americana was left sprawled face down on the hood of that car. A second later, Kid grabbed her left ankle and yanked off the car. He laughed when her head bounced off the pavement.

"Ouch, bet that hurt," Kid said, and laughed.

He reached down and unfastened her power belt. Then he hurried it over to his car and locked it in the trunk. Keeping her away from the source of her super strength, speed and endurance was the first priority. Ms Americana was just started to groan and writhe when he returned.

"Having a problem waking up, Ms A?" Kid said, snatched her up off the street by her long, silky black hair. Then he bent her over the hood of the car that hit her, yanked her thong bottom clean off her shapely hips, and unzipped. "I got just the thing to wake your fat ASS up!"

Kid guided his long, thick cock up between her satiny smooth butt cheeks, pressed the head up against her sphincter. And THRUST hard.

"Yyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooowwwwww!" Ms Americana cried, back arching and head thrown back. Both red booted feet started kicking and both arms started flapping. He pulled halfway back out, then thrust even harder, pushing his invading shaft even deeper up her poop chute. "Uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Oh Goddess, you're tearing me in HALF!"

"In my dreams," Kid said, laughing as he fucked her ass hard and fast. "This is how I cock whip a bitch! This is how I cock whip a bitch, so early in the evening!"

"Kid, I will break you over my knee!"

"Not if I break you on my COCK."

"Uuuugggggghhhh," she cried, but it was more out of frustration than pain. Indeed, worse than pain was pleasure. And what Kid was doing was starting to feel good. Feel real damn good. "Oh, you idiot! I'm not after you, or your girls. I'm chasing liquor store robbers!"

"Sure. Right," Kid said. It was starting to feel real good for the notorious pimp. She was so damned tight. He suspected her ass was virgin, before he rammed his cock up it. "Whatever. I got you now, and I'm not going to let you go."

Ms Americana ground her teeth, and tried to regain control of her raging emotions, her spinning head and the situation. Her spectacular body was afire with erotic need and desire. Kid's cock was driving her wild, and she was slowly losing control of her wits and her body. It was every super heroine's worst nightmare come true.

"If you let…ugh…let me go, we'll just….um…ugh…just…just forget this…oh, my….forget this happened," Ms Americana grunted in rhythm with Kid's hard, deep thrusts.

"What, and forget this night ever happened? Are you crazy? I'm FUCKING your ass, babe!" he cried. The street people watching laughed and cheered him on. There was nothing Sugar Town scum loved more than a super heroine take down. And Kid knew who to play to the crowd. "Ms Americana is already starting to pant and grunt. I think she will climax any minute now."

Panic started to set in. Way too many people knew, dammit, that a climax was devastating to super heroines. And it didn't take much more than a few climaxes to tame a super heroine, either.

"I will not submit! My will is indomitable!" she cried, even though she felt her body quickly building to an orgasm. That liquidy good heat felt so sexy, so intoxicating. It was so hard to fight, too. And then Kid grunted, convulsed and came deep inside her body. "Great Goddess, no! Oh…oh…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!"

Everyone cheered her screaming climax. Super heroines always screamed when they had an orgasm. It was so good for them, they lost all control of their minds and bodies. That climax seared her mind, shattered her strong will and left her hyper horny.

Ms Americana realized her supreme vulnerability.

"You've done a bad, bad thing, Kid, but if you release me right now, I can get you the help you need," Ms Americana said, still woozy, panting. "I'll even speak with the judge and try to get you a reduced prison sentence."

"Really?" Kid said. "That is so generous of you. Let me think….umm….go to prison, or continue to fuck Ms Americana until she is TAMED. I'll go with the fucking you one."

With that, Kid pulled out of her ass, flipped the voluptuous vigilante vixen over to her back, and plowed into her ripe, tight pussy. He grunted with a big smile, feeling how incredibly tight she was, and seeing her profound reaction to being impaled upon his long, thick shaft. Ms Americana's back arched, her arms were thrown wide to clutch at the hood of the car, and her legs split even wider, knees locked.

"Uuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh! Goddess, I am fighting those awful urges and feelings with all I have!" she cried. "Oooooohhhhh, he's so big."

Kid fucked the super sexy super heroine long and hard. She lay before him panting and gasping sexily, prettily. He watched the play of emotions across her beautiful, masked face, as she fought an internal battle with her dual psyche's. Virtuous super heroine versus slutty sex maniac. If Kid had his way, slutty sex maniac would win, trounce that uptight virtuous super heroine, cast her aside forever.

Besides watching her face, his eyes kept dropping to her huge perfect pair. Those firm white globes were moving erotically as he pounded her pussy, rocking her whole body up and down. Flat on her back, her 38Gs swayed sweetly as she rocked.

Ms Americana felt her body intensely, exquisitely. It felt GREAT. She was all tingly, and intense erotic heat consumed her inside out. The granddaddy of all orgasms loomed over her fragile Self. Part of her worshipped and called out to that Heavenly Released, that sweetest surrender, and another part held it back, trembled before its dark determination to subjugate her, to cast her into the gutter of sexual pleasure and debauchery.

The virtuous super heroine was losing the battle. She knew it, so she concentrated with all her will power on fending off the Erotic Monster. Unfortunately, Ms Americana was so consumed on holding off that bitch taming climax, she had absolutely nothing left to fight off Kid. And if Kid didn't stop, she would not win. But if she released her tenuous hold on the raging climax threatening her, to fight Kid off, then she would be instantly consumed by it. Either way, Kid Rotten won.

"Aaaagggghhhhh," Ms Americana groaned low.

Her statuesque body was afire. A raging inferno of need, desire and animal passion. She so wanted to surrender, to let Kid have her. To release the dark beast within. It would be so easy. But deep down, the sexy super vixen knew she had a higher calling. She had to fight him.

It wasn't easy fighting Kid. She felt him profoundly. His cock was ripping her soul to shreds with every powerful thrust and pull. Battering her will to mush. His hands were wrapped around her red booted ankles, holding her legs spread wide. She felt his hips striking her butt cheeks and upper thighs with every thrust, and the quivering of her flesh with each impact. Ms Americana felt her tits jostling, and each jostle brought incredible pleasure.

"I will not….not surrender! I am Ms Americana, and I am….oh," she panted out, voice breathily sexy and husky. Then Kid released her legs, and grabbed her titanic tits. The feeling of pure pleasure that ripped through her body pulled a gasp from her lips, baby blues flew wide in astonishment. How could it possibly feel BETTER? "Oh no!" Ms Americana felt the last vestiges of free will unravel. She felt her defensive walls crumble. And then the granddaddy of bitch taming orgasms hit her. "Great Liberty! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh Goddess, I am TAMED!"

"I HAVE CONQUERED MS AMERICANA!" Kid Rotten cried to the Heavens. "I am the MAN!"

The street people cheered and laughed and danced with joy as he pulled the tamed super heroine off the car. He forced her to kneel before him right there on the street as everyone watched. He started slapping her face with his stiff cock, all wet and sticky.

"Who is the man?" he asked her.

"You are the man," Ms Americana whispered.

"Who is the cock whipped super whore?" She looked stricken, but didn't answer. "Who is the cock whipped whore, bitch?"

"I am."

"Damn right you are," he said, and pressed his cock to her full red lips. "Eat me."

Ms Americana hesitated for a long second. His hard cock was pressed to her lips, reeking of sex and urine. It was slathered with his cum mixed with hers. Part of her was horrified, disgusted. Another, deep, more basic part of her was highly aroused, eager to begin, hungry for it. Her mouth watered, and she involuntarily breathed deeply of that heady scent of sex and lust.

Unconsciously, Ms Americana's mind shut down and instinct took over. Her hot, pink tongue slid out, and she started licking Kid's cock from head to base, top, bottom and both sides. She licked him long and slow, until he was completely clean, and then she started on his dangling, hairy balls.

"This is what a cock whipped super heroine looks like, my friends," Kid cried to his appreciative audience as Ms Americana finished with his balls, and slowly gobbled down his dick. For the next fifteen minutes the sexy vanquished vigilante alternated between giving intense head, and deep throating the notorious pimp. "Oh, she's good. She's very good."

At the end of fifteen minutes, "Oh, yeah, baby." Kid creamed her eager mouth, and she lapped it all up hungrily.

"Mmmmgggghhh," Ms Americana groaned wantonly.

"Nice," another man said. Ms Americana cut her baby blues to the side and noticed another two pimps had stepped forward -- Mr. Cocks and Sweet Willie. Mr. Cocks continued, "Since Ms A-hole harassed and busted all of our chops, we think you need to share."

"Yeah, Americana is PUBLIC property," Sweet Willie said. The big Asian-American pimp stepped forward threateningly. "Give her ass up, Kid. Let us all have a piece."

"She's mine," Kid said. "You can have a piece of her ass, but you will PAY for it. In advance."

"I'm a pimp, I don't pay for pussy," Mr. Cocks said. "I take it."

And the fight was on. At first it was two against one. But then even Sweet Willie and Mr. Cocks turned on each other, and it became a circle jerk fight as each tried to take out the other two, without being taken out himself.

Fearing she would be hurt, Ms Americana crawled out of the way. Surprisingly, she found herself kneeling by a dark alley. No one was between her and it, and no one seemed to be paying her any attention. Everyone was watching the fight and cheering on their favorite.

Ms Americana eased into the alley, jumped to her feet and RAN.

# # #

"Kid's so going to pay for what he did to me," Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing in the midafternoon sun.

The super sexy super heroine was standing outside Kid's luxury apartment building, looking up at his second floor balcony. She was decked out in all her super heroine glory -- blue star-spangled mask, choker, red star earrings, red gauntlet gloves, patriotic themed bikini costume and red stiletto calf boots. Everything but her golden power belt.

Kid still had that.

"No one humiliates Ms Americana like that and gets away with it," she growled. Just thinking about it sent a thrill up her spine, and she shook violent a brief second. Though it was a little embarrassing that her body so LOVED what he did to her, she actually kind of liked it. Thinking about all the things Kid did to her body, all those deep, powerful feelings and needs and desires consuming her shapely body made her strong again. Yes, the more she contemplated her capture and brief sexual subjugation, her taming, the more sexually frustrated she got. Unfortunately, the reason she was sexual frustrated was because her BODY wanted to do it again, and again, and again ad nauseam. "Thank the Goddess I am a superior woman, and above such base needs. I've been pure and virtuous for thirty-two years, and I'm not about to become a wanton whore now. Not over a single night of sex and debauchery."

Kid stayed up to daybreak most days, so slept the whole day through. So he was still up there. Besides, his pimped out purple Cadillac was still in his reserved parking place.

There was a doorman. She had no doubt she could get past the old geezer, but he would just call up to Kid and warn him. That would give Kid time to hide her belt, and no matter how much she beat him she doubted she could make him return her most prized and important possession. She had to find the belt, then confront him. Worse case scenario, she had to wake the pimp up from a deep slumber, and get him to give it up while still groggy and confused.

The legendary, curvaceous Queen of Justice slipped around behind the high rise luxury condos and found the service entrance open. Maintenance and cleaning staff only cared about convenience, not security. So up the stairs the sexy vigilante went, the only sound the soft tapping of her stiletto boots on the concrete steps. Kid's door was locked, and she didn't have the strength to break the lock without her belt. But the in-house cleaning staff was down the wall. They left their rolling trashcan out in the hallway, and in a side tray sat the ring of master keys.

"I'll just borrow this a moment," Ms Americana muttered, snatching up the keys. She headed back to Kid's door, while going through the keys. Fortunately, they were numbered and in order. She quietly unlocked the door, left his door cracked open and stealthily returned the keys. Back inside the apartment, she softly closed the door and turned to survey the situation. "The sexual exploitation of women business is good to him."

The condo was large and well appointed. She'd expected a pimped out, gaudy place, more reminiscent of a brothel than a palace, so was surprised by how tastefully it was decorated. There were even a few pieces of furniture that she also possessed at Wade Manor.

Kid could be heard in the master bedroom snoring away. He was a loud snorer, too. For that Ms Americana was grateful. It allowed her to search the condo without fear of discovery. As long as he was snoring, she was safe from discovery.

The voluptuous vigilante very quickly and efficiently riffled through his place, checking every drawer, nook and cranny. No power belt. Her heart beat faster and faster the longer she went without success. If she didn’t get that belt back, it was the end of her glory days. Oh, she knew she could keep up with Lady Midnight and Green Spectre, but she'd fall behind the super powered super heroines like Got Gal. Even up and coming Champion Girl would likely surpass her in the next few years.

Without the power belt, Ms Americana was not a PREMEIR super heroine, and she absolutely despised even the idea of being second to anyone, in anything.

"I have no choice," she said, her hands balled up into fists. "I'll have to strike fast and not let up. If given half a second, Kid might turn the tables on me. Even I might not be able to escape his lusty clutches a second time."

Ms Americana slowly opened the master bedroom door and peeked in. To her surprise, Kid was sleeping alone. And he was naked.

"Oh, Goddess, give me strength," she muttered, baby blues locked on his massive manhood. His cock was erect, looked rock hard and ready. And he was snoring louder than a freight train. "He's so disgusting."

Disgusting or not, his nakedness really set her heart to racing. She absolutely had to get that belt back and fast. Just being around his nakedness seemed to suck strength and will power from her. Her belly started quivering, and heat and moisture consumed her cunt. To take her way too fertile mind away from Kid, and the things his body could do to hers, she started searching the master bedroom. She found nothing, not even his personal and extensive bling.

"A safe. Of course," she said, grinning. "Time for me and Kid to have a heart to heart. Or, a fist to face, whichever he prefers."

Kid Rotten was sprawled across his king sized bed. Legs spread, right arm flung wide, and left hand wrapped around his hard, ten inch cock. She rolled her eyes and wondered about a man who even in sleep was consumed with is own cock. Probably what made him a filthy, stinking pimp.

Of course, she was having a hard time not thinking about that cock, too. It did things to her. One of which, it BROKE her. TAMED her. Just last night. She was still recovering from that setback.

The long, tall blonde pimp had a scraggly goatee and long sideburns. She first thought about snatching him out of slumber and bed by that goatee. Instead, the sexy super heroine reached down and grabbed his left ear and TWISTED. Then as he screamed in pain and surprise, she yanked him to his feet by the goatee.

"Safe!" Ms Americana cried. "Where's your safe?"

"Fuck you, Americana," he sneered. "I'm not stupid enough to….aaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh!"

Ms Americana grinned viciously. Why didn't she think of grabbing and SQUEEZING his big, hairy balls first? No man could handle that kind of pain, and they would do ANYTHING to protect their precious pair.

"IN THE BATHROOM!" he cried.

Dragging him to the bathroom by his balls, Ms Americana made him take her to the safe. It was hidden behind a mirror on the wall in front of the toilet. She shook her head, for only a man as vain as Kid would want to look at himself while sitting on the john. She glanced at the toilet, and found the lid up. Just like a skeezy man.

"Open it," Ms Americana commanded in her most dominating voice. "Or I make you a eunuch."

"You're going to have to let go," he groaned on. "I can't…ugh…think straight."

"All right, but no funny stuff," she warned, baby blues narrowing. "I'm watching you."

"Oh, man. That's better," Kid said, sighing when she released his nuts. "That was just rude, bitch."

"It's going to get a lot ruder, and more painful, if you don't start opening that safe," the sexy super heroine said.

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you," Kid said, starting to spin the combination lock. He didn't know it, but the Queen of Justice was watching and memorizing the combination. It was a talent she had. "There, it's open. Happy?"

"Out of the way, pimp," Ms Americana said, shoving Kid aside. She flung open the safe, and there it was. Her beloved and all-important power belt. "Yes!"

"No," Kid said, and kicked the back of her knees.

Ms Americana's legs folded and she fell straight back. A second after she realized he was attacking her, her head hit the toilet bowl.

"Ugh," she grunted. Without the power of her belt, the super sexy super heroine felt the full measure of blows like that. Her eyes crossed as pain lanced down her body, as it scrambled her mind for a second. Then Kid grabbed the lid, and slammed it down on her face. Over and over. "Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhh."

"What's the matter, Americana? I thought all women wanted me to put the lid down?" Kid said, grinning down at the limp super heroine at his feet. Kid lifted her up, and carried her to his bed. Then he pulled off her top and bottoms. "Party time."

"Uuuugggghhhh," Ms Americana groaned as Kid pushed his huge cock deep into her super tight vagina.

Ms Americana struggled beneath the vile pimp between her legs, and well mounted. But he was holding her hands down to either side of her head, so all she could do was shake her titanic tits and kick her booted feet. As much as she hated to admit it, Kid was stronger than her when she wasn't wearing her power belt.

Unfortunately, his display of superior strength really excited her body. In less than a minute of fucking her, he had the sexy siren of justice panting. Liquid heat filled her shapely body, sucked the strength and will to fight out of her. Her hips started to roll and turn, and rise up to meet each of his powerful thrusts into her aching, burning pussy.

<Oh Goddess, I'm falling again,> she thought miserably. She looked down her spectacular body, between her bouncing, jostling tits, and watched Kid's long, thick shaft sliding in and out, in and out, faster and faster. She had to avert her eyes, for watching it just turned her on even more, pushing her right up to the brink of climax. Her climax would be her undoing, sealing her fate. And then she had a thought, and tried to channel her lust and need into something else. ANGER. <No! I will not be TAMED!>

"You are going to be so sorry you did this to me," Ms Americana growled, baby blues flashing as she glared up at the hated pimp. "For every ounce of pleasure you take from my body, I'll take a pound of flesh from your skanky ass."

"Whoa, momma. The Queen of Political Correctness and Virtue is talking DIRTY," Kid said, laughing. He watched her big round melons, bouncing like fleshy jello mounts beneath him as he pounded her pussy, wishing he didn't have to hold her down so he could play with them, lick and suck and nibble them. But then his eyes rose up, and beheld her full, firm, glossy red lips. He had never kissed her, and her lips were so damn delicious looking and kissable. "I've captured you again, and this time there isn't anyone around to fuck that up. You belong to me, and we both know it. I'm your master, and you're my slave girl. And I seal it with a kiss."

"Huuuummmggghhh?" Ms Americana said into Kid's mouth as he claimed her full red lips in a passionate, deep and lingering kiss. Her eyes went wide, shocked and unprepared. As his lips slide over hers, his tongue pushed pass her last lines of defense, the vanquished vigilante started to kiss back. Her tongue played with and teased his. She knew she was doing it, and was revolted by her actions. But she couldn't stop, either. "Mmmmggggggghh."

At that moment Kid knew he had her. She was helpless to resist him. Her back arched as she moaned low and wantonly. He felt her enormous tits press against his naked chest, realized she wasn't struggling to escape anymore. So he released her wrists, and grabbed her gorgeous, monster tits. Without releasing her lips, Kid mauled her tits lustfully with his hands, loving every second. To his surprise, her red gloved hands grabbed his naked butt and SQUEEZED.

And that pushed the pimp over the top.

"Aaaggghh, YES!" Kid cried, creaming her pussy good.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana cried, her orgasm burning away the last semblance of resistance. "Great Liberty, I've been tamed."

"Tamed and claimed. Claimed by me," Kid said, grinning. "I've defeated the great Ms Americana twice in two days, and tamed her both times. You belong to me, Ms Super Jugs." Kid grinned down at the wide eyed beauty beneath him. She was gawking up at him, a look of shock and wonder on her beautiful masked face. There was no fight left in her. She was conquered and tamed. Ms Americana was his to do with as he pleased. So he flipped her over to all fours, and rammed his cock up her butt. "Yee-hai! Who's your daddy now, bitch?"

"Aaarrrgggghhh!" she cried.

He grabbed her long, silky black hair and jerked her head back. Ms Americana clutched desperately at the sheets as her new master rode her so hard and rudely. Surprisingly to her, his penetration never hurt. It did the previous night, but not this time. If felt GOOD. It felt RIGHT. And she felt very, very OWNED.

"Oh…my….Goddess…I ….am….," she barked out with each thrust of Kid's dominating cock. "YOURS! Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Oh! My! Aaaaaaagggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Kid pounded her butt hole another five minutes, enjoying the look of utter awe on her face as she climaxed over and over.

"Who's our daddy?"

"You're my daddy!"

"Are you a whore?"

"YES!" she cried. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhh!"

"Are you your daddy's whore?"

"Yes! I’m your whore. I am DADDY'S WHORE! Aaaaaaggggggrrrrrhhhh!"

"Damn right!" Kid shouted, and creamed her ass.

"Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggghh! Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhh! Oh yes! Yes! YES! Aaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana cried, hit by one massive orgasm after another. It was even better than the previous night. It was GLORIOUS.

"Tonight you're going to be working for me, baby," Kid said, pulling out. He dropped and sprawled beside her on the bed. "Clean me up."

"Anything you want, baby," Ms Americana said breathily. He liked how husky and breathless she sounded. Sounded like sex personified.

"Start at my balls, and work your way up," Kid said.

"Mmmmgggh," she said, sucking on a big hairy ball.

Kid's cock and balls reeked of cum, both his and hers, and stale urine and of her ass. It was truly disgusting, and she breathed deeply of it, savoring it, loving it. First thing, she rubbed his sticky wet cock all over her face. Then she lowered her lips and started sucking on a sweaty, cum soaked ball. Kid groaned and writhed beneath her, which only excited her more.

"Oh, you're good," Kid groaned.

"I'm the best, baby," Ms Americana purred. "I do everything better than everyone else."

Ms Americana took her time and did the job properly. She took a good fifteen minutes, licking and sucking on his nuts and cock, until they were cleaner than they'd been in years. Then she eagerly wrapped her full red lips around his cock head, and gave the pimp intense head, before gobbling him down for some equally great deep throat. Then she ended it with a head bobbing blow job that finally emptied out his nuts completely.

"You are definitely the best, Ms Super Head," Kid said, sitting up. It was time to remove her mask and then FUCK that woman.

KNOCK! KNOCK! "Cleaning team!"

"Dammit!" Kid cried, leaping out of bed. "Wait! Hold on!"

Ms Americana knelt submissively on the bed, licking her lips and panting. What a day! She was all tingly, body filled with erotic heat, need and desire. She was one horny woman. Super horny. She looked up, and noticed the mirror on the ceiling. Noticed the cum dripping off her chin and onto her heaving tits. Tousled hair, dazed eyes. She was a mess.

"What am I doing?" she whispered, listening to Kid arguing with the cleaning people. Apparently they were upset about him answering the door naked, and were going to report him. It was a mess. It made her smile. "I have to get out of here."

Ms Americana staggered to her feet. Her knees were so wobbly. She slipped back into her costume, and hurried into the bathroom. The safe was still open.

"My belt's gone," she gasped out. Looking around, she panicked. She didn't have time to look for it now. "I'll be back."

With that, Ms Americana ran to the sliding glass doors onto the balcony, and dropped down to the ground. She ran off, towards her car, feeling the cum dribbling from her pussy and ass. Now that she was escaping, her libido was being suppressed and her anger was rising.

Ms Americana returned to Wade Manor, showered and went to bed. She didn't get any sleep the previous night, and had been fucked stupid twice in that time. Brenda was exhausted. She hoped that after some proper rest she'd be stronger and better able to deal with Kid.

"Besides," she said with a smile as she squirmed beneath the sheets. "Kid doesn't know I memorized his combination. By the time I wake up, it'll be late night and he won't be home to protect his precious battle trophy. After I retrieve it, I think I'll pay him a little courtesy call. Oh yeah, I'll throw his skanky butt in jail tonight."

# # #

"He took it with him!" Ms Americana growled. The safe held lots of diamond and gold bling, but no power belt. She trashed his condo looking for the belt, over turning furniture and everything. "That sorry bastard. He will pay dearly for this outrage."

The sexy super heroine almost charged down to Sugar Town to confront the notorious pimp. But he would see her coming, know she was de-powered and be ready for her. No, she thought he might be expecting that. She'd be walking into trap.

"Trap?" she said, baby blues lighting up. "Oh yeah, two can play that game."

So Ms Americana waited. She'd arrived at his place just after midnight. Spent the next two hours trashing the condo. So Kid should be coming home soon. And at three-thirty sharp, the Queen of Justice heard the key in the front door lock.

The shapely super heroine stood to one side, a frying pan in hand. The door opened, and Kid walked in, decked out in his trademark purple suit. He looked so damned smug, too.

"Remember me?" Ms Americana said, and swung the frying pan. TWANG! "Ha! Down for the count."

"What?" two female voices cried.

"Huh?" Ms Americana said, surprised to find two hookers with Kid.

"Get her!"

Both of the hookers were tall, statuesque and gorgeous. Their bodies seemed to indicate they had the same Aphrodite gene as Ms Americana possessed. It gave her superior strength and endurance, and healing. It was also the key to her super powers. But not all women so blessed chose to do the right thing.

Before she knew what was happening, the two hookers each seized an arm and dragged her straight back. Knees pounded her stomach, crotch and ribs, until she weakened enough for them to bend her over backward. Bend her over the coffee table. Then they used handcuffs to lock her left wrist to her right ankle, and her right wrist to her left ankle, all under the coffee table.

"Great Liberty, I'm captured and helpless!" Ms Americana cried.

"What's with super heroines always shouting out the obvious?" Tamika said. She was a tall, shapely African American beauty, with the most magnificent mane of tightly curled tresses that fell to her ass. She had a set of 38Gs like the sexy super heroine, too. She wore black leather halter and short shorts, and shiny red thigh boots with gold heels and matching spurs. "They really annoy me."

"Well, they're not the brightest candles on the cake," Tammy Jo said. The hot redhead was shorter than Tamika, with a tad less bust, but she was just as beautiful and shapely. That big red mane was teased high, falling in silken waves to the small of her back. She wore a lacey blue bustier that made her eyes pop, black leather mini skirt and black platform thigh boots that laced up the front. "They are super bimbos."

They closed the door, and lifted the still unconscious pimp into a recliner. Then the returned to the helpless heroine.

"Kid said you visited him again yesterday," Tamika said. "That true?"

"Yes. Your point?" Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowed as she struggled to escape.

"He caught you, and fucked you stupid a second time?" she said

"Yes? But that doesn't matter. I escaped because I'm a superior woman," Ms Americana said proudly. "A mere man cannot hold me down for long."

"I bet a couple superior women could, though," Tammy Jo said, and removed her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties, and was completely waxed smooth. "You want her face or her pussy first?"

"Pussy," Tamika said, removing her short shorts and halter top. "I got a twelve inch strap-on that says Americana all over it."

Tamika pulled the strap-on out of her purse. Tammy Jo squealed with delight, clapping her hands and hopping up and down. Then Tammy Jo helped Tamika into the strap-on.

"This isn't right," Ms Americana said, gawking and trying to decide if she was strong enough to take being reamed out by that monster. She didn't like her chances, not one bit. "As women we should be supporting each other, helping each other. Release me, and together we'll put Kid out of business, then I'll help you go straight."

"Straight?" Tamika said, standing between the sexy super heroine's legs. "Really?"

"Yes! Really," she said, rejoicing.

"But I really want to go LESBIAN right now," Tamika said, and Tammy Jo laughed. She dropped to her knees, giant tits bouncing. Then she pressed the hard rubber dildo to Ms Americana's aching, sopping wet cunt. "This bitch is ready for me. Oh yeah."

"Uuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana cried, back arching and head rolled back off the other side of the coffee table.

"How inviting," Tammy Jo said. "I think I'll take you up on that nice offer to EAT ME OUT." She straddled the helpless heroine's face, and pressed her wet, waxed pussy to full red lips. "I have a day and night's worth of horny john cum up there needing to be cleaned out, Ameri-bimbo. Get to work."

The statuesque super heroine's head was spinning. She was captured and bound tightly, kinkily, over a table. That alone would arouse her hated and feared libido. But now she was being double-teamed by a pair of oversexed, gorgeous hookers. Two women who obviously knew their way around another woman's body. While she sucked and licked Tammy Jo's nasty cunt, the redhead was fondling her massive melons with erotic perfection. Not the mauling a man would do, but a sensual masterwork of lesbian tit worship. Between that erotic delight, and Tamika's frantic and bitch taming efforts with the granddaddy of all strap-on dildos, pounding the fight right out of the super heroine in record time, Ms Americana felt her will to resist crumble and be washed away by intense, erotic heat infusing her body.

"Hhhhuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmggghhhhh!" Ms Americana screamed her orgasm into Tammy Jo's hot pussy.

Tammy Jo ground her burning cunt into the super heroine's eager, hungry mouth, savoring the job Ms Americana was doing.

"Oh, Tamika, you have got to have her eat you out," Tammy Jo groaned. "She is good. Oh, man. Soooo good."

"I see that," Tamika said, panting from her efforts. "Americana! Who's your MOMMA!"

"UUuggh," the nearly mindless super heroine responded. "Kid."

"What? Kid's your Momma?"

"Kid's my daddy. Kid's….he's…my daddy."

'Oh my God, Kid's broken her," Tammy Jo said. "She considers Kid her 'Daddy.'"

"More like her natural born master," Kid said. He rubbed his head. "What did she hit me with? A truck?"

"Frying pan," Tamika said. "It was loud, too."

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" Tammy Jo cried, creaming Ms Americana's face. She then rubbed her sopping wet cunt all over the gorgeous vigilante's face. Getting it really wet.

"Out of the way," Kid said, pushing Tammy Jo aside. He pulled his cock out, knelt and fed it to Ms Americana's hungry mouth. "Oh yeah, that's how your daddy likes it, baby."

"Mmmmggghhhh," Ms Americana groaned.

While Kid started molesting her bouncing boobs, Tammy Jo leaned over and started lick, nibbling and sucking on the sexy super heroine's super sensitive clit. Ms Americana groaned, bucked and writhed. Never had anyone done so much to stimulate her sexually. Never had anyone so thoroughly FUCKED her. They smashed down, trampled and vanquished the last semblance of self control and pride. She was nothing but a base, sex crazed animal.

After Kid creamed her mouth, he moved to her pussy and Tamika went for a wild joy ride on Ms Americana's pleasure dealing mouth. They removed her bonds after an hour, and she docilely allowed them to pass her around for the rest of the day.

Around dusk, Ms Americana's head rose up off Kid's belly. She looked around, to find all four of them in the same bed. She didn't recalling going to bed with them. Heck, she didn't remember much after Kid came in her mouth that first time. It was all just a haze.

She slipped out of the pile, and went straight to the bathroom. Her bladder was about to explode! After relieving herself, she stumbled back out to the bedroom, and was crawling back up to rejoin them when she paused.

"What the Hell am I doing?" she whispered.

"What? Who?" Kid mumbled. "Oh, yeah, you."

"Eeks!" Ms Americana cried, filled with panic. She punched Kid in the face, which woke up the two super stacked hookers. "No!"

With that, Ms Americana raced to the sliding doors to the balcony, and within seconds was out and jumping off. The pimp and hookers ran after her, but she was lost in the growing darkness before they reached the balcony.

"Damn, that bitch is FAST," Kid said.

"In more ways than one," Tamika said, grinning. "She could teach me a few things about passion."

# # #

Baby blues wide, the patriotically attired super heroine slipped through the darkness. She'd only escaped Kid two hours earlier. Her body hadn't recovered yet, but she couldn't wait. Kid had done something to her. What, she didn't know, but it stole her edge. Or she felt as if she'd lost something intangible. The sexy super heroine was sure the return of her power belt would set her little world aright.

She'd gone back to her car, and returned to Wade Manor naked save for her boots and mask. The hookers had taken her gloves, choker, earrings and tiara. The Queen of Justice knew she was just lucky to still keep her mask and boots, especially the mask. They had discussed removing it. But the wanted a bit more time fucking a super heroine, before they turned her into just another woman by unmasking her.

Back at Wade Manor she weighed her options. What she needed to do more than anything was give herself time to completely recover, both physically and emotionally. Give her body a good week to recover from being tamed three times. That last taming had been the most profound of all. She had totally zoned out. But the fear Kid would sell her power belt, which was worth a fortune to evil scientists, consumed her thoughts. Ms Americana HAD to recover that belt, for it was the only way to save herself.

"My belt has to be in his car," Ms Americana said, eyeing the purple Cadillac.

Kid's car was parked next to the alley she was hiding in. He always parked it there. Sometimes he used that alley for "teaching lessons" to troublesome hookers and johns who cheated or hurt his girls.

Looking right, she spotted Kid on the corner laughing and joking with some hookers. She cringed, just knowing he was telling how he fucked her stupid, tamed her, and claimed her. About how EASY she was, how SLUTTY she was, how EAGER TO PLEASE she was. All true, so all the more humiliating for the proud super heroine.

"My street cred is ruined," she said. "But I can get that back with a few butt kicking weeks."

IF she got her power belt back. Without it, she might as well just hand herself to Kid on a silver platter. She would be worthless. That belt had quickly become her holy grail. It was all or nothing for Ms Americana. With the belt she was all glory and victory. Without it, she was a slutty whore, no better than Tammy Jo or Tamika.

With crowbar in red gloved hands, the super sexy Queen of Justice rushed over to the trunk of Kid's car. Within seconds she pried it open.

"No! It's not here!" she cried, gawking at the truck empty of everything but the spare. "That's impossible. I searched his condo and it wasn't there either."

"That's because I'm wearing it," Tamika said from right behind her.

Ms Americana whirled around, dropping to a defensive stance. Tamika stood before her in an arrogant pose reminiscent of a confident super heroine. The statuesque hooker wore a shiny black catsuit, with Ms Americana’s power belt wrapped around her narrow waist.

"Give it to me," Ms Americana demanded.

"Oh, we'll give it to you, Ms Back-for-Another-Bashing," Kid said from behind her.

Ms Americana jumped, but it was too late. The hated pimp had snuck up on her.

"It's a trap!" she cried.

"Duh," Kid said, having hold of both of her arms, pulled back behind her back. She struggled fruitlessly. "Oh, wiggle for me, baby. Daddy like."

"Daddy?" Ms Americana said, freezing, baby blues wide and her pussy suddenly going all hot and achy. Her heart started pounding, mouth started to water and she felt her nipples become tingly and hard. "Oh my."

"Who's your daddy?" Tamika barked out demandingly.

"Kid is my daddy," she said automatically.

"Ah, she acknowledged that she belongs to you, Kid," Tammy Jo said, her eyes lighting up. "She's totally cock whipped, Kid."

"Ms Americana is TAMED," Tamika said.

"And claimed, by me," Kid said. He pressed his mouth to her ear, inhaling the sweet scent of her glorious, shiny black hair. "You want us to fuck you stupid again? Or are you ready to go to work, right now?"

Eyes wild, Ms Americana struggled viciously a long moment, then gave up. He was too strong. Her body was afire, eager to please and be pleased. Her body sooo wanted him to fuck her. Sooo, sooo wanted that sweet release of orgasm. She was already panting, sweat starting to pop out. Throat tight, she swallowed hard as she looked into Tammy Jo's and Tamika's lusty, hungry eyes.

"I can't take another….oh, my…I can't," she stammered, her mind reeling, filled with scenes of nonstop sex and debauchery. She could smell it, taste it all over again.

"You saying you're ready to turn tricks for me?" Kid said.

"Yes," she whispered.

"You didn't sound convincing," Kid said, and unzipped. "Someone needs a bit more cock whipping."

"Oh no," Ms Americana gasped, feeling him pull her red, white and blue thong to one side. Then his hard cock pressed up to her sphincter. "I'll be good. I promise."

"Who's our daddy?"

"You're my daddy, Kid," she said. He pushed up into her butt hole. Her back arched, her head rolled back on to his shoulder. "Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhh, Goddess."

With his dick up her ass, Kid turned her to face the car, and pressed her up against it. And then he very slowly pushed all the way in, and pulled mostly out. Soon he was humping her with a slow, sensual pace. It drove her CRAZY.

"Who's your daddy?"

"You are, kid! You're my daddy! You're my daddy!" Ms Americana cried. And then it hit her. "AAaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!"

"Who's your daddy?"

"You are my daddy!"

"Good answer," Kid said, still pumping slowly. "Are you ready to go to work?"

"Yes."

"As a hooker?"

"Yes."

Kid pulled out. Her thong snapped back into place. Kid swatted her sweet round ass. "Get to work. You're room is in the Sugar Town Hotel, room 25 on the second floor."

"You already have a room ready for me?" she said.

"I knew you'd come to me," Kid said, and the two hookers laughed with him.

"I see," she said dejectedly. "I truly have been tamed."

Kid turned her toward the Sugar Town Hotel on the corner. Kid's corner there on Cummins and Anita. There was a small crowd of street people and johns watching, and a few more of Kid's stable of hookers. A stable the Queen of Justice had just agreed to join.

"I'm…I'm open for business," Ms Americana said with a tight throat. "Anyone want to go upstairs with me?"

"A date with you?" a skinny college age geeky guy said. He was short, curly blonde hair, thick glasses.

"Yeah, a fifty dollar date," Ms Americana said, trying to smile but only managing a grimace.

"Cool! Take me!" the geek said, raising his hand and waving it.

The super sexy super heroine rolled her baby blues, and nodded. Then she headed for the hotel. Geek boy followed like a puppy with a new playmate. The front desk clerk gawked at them.

"Fucking A," old Bill said. The seventy year old hotel owner had owned the Sugar Town Hotel for fifty years. Indeed, Sugar Town took its name for the Sugar Town Hotel, which was that red light district's first hooker hotel. Yeah, Old Bill got the ball rolling way back when. "I've been waiting fifteen years for this day. Welcome to the Dark Side, Ms Americana. Hahahaha!"

"You're a pig, Bill."

"And you are a working whore," he laughed. "And don't think I won't be hiring you later. I'll really enjoy that."

"I bet you will," she muttered.

She led the geek up to room 25. It was tiny, with a narrow bed, toilet and sink. Oh, and a single creaky straight back chair. She got her money first thing, and then removed her top.

"What's your name, boy?"

"Lawrence Edward Humphreys III," he said as he quickly stripped down to black nylon socks only.

"First name would've been fine, Lawrence," she said, rolling her eyes again. "I'm, as you no doubt know, Ms Americana."

"The real one, right? Not just a hooker pretending to be Ms Americana, right?"

"I'm the one and only Queen of Justice, Ms Americana," she said. "But as of tonight, I am also a hooker."

"You finally lost, huh?"

"I finally lost."

"Word on the street is Kid has Cock Whipped you."

She cringed. Everyone already knew?

"Looks that way."

"Cool," he said, eyes gleeful with anticipation.

"Wonderful," she said, sliding her costume bottoms mile long, shapely legs. Then she walked to the bed and lay down. "Glad to see my years of death defying dedication earns me a measure of …NOTHING." She spread her legs wide, and patted her bikini waxed, close cropped pubic triangle. "Mount up, and enjoy."

"Wahoo!" Lawrence called, and did just that. He penetrated her with no resistance. Her pussy was ripe and ready. She was already excited, and despite the revulsion of her predicament, Ms Americana quickly began enjoying herself, began panting and bucking, pushing up to meet his thrusts. "Oh, yesssss. This is so great. I'm actually fucking the most beautiful, the sexiest super heroine in the whole fucking world."

"Yes you are, baby, and I LIKE IT," she growled. And she wasn't acting, either. He was whipping her up into a sexual frenzy. "Oh Goddess, I am such a WHORE!" Her back arched, and she screamed her orgasm. "Aaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!"

Lawrence gleefully rode her through two more climaxes, before he released deep inside her body. Then she redressed, and led him back out on the street. Another john had been lined up by Kid. She took him upstairs. And the next and next and next.

Six hours later, Ms Americana came down after a particularly long, and enjoyable, trick. He paid for extra time, and she got extra orgasms. Kid wasn't waiting. He wasn't there every time. But this time there were no johns waiting.

"I'm alone," she said, seeing the street deserted of men and women. "Oh my Goddess, I am free!"

Ms Americana took off running. Just as she entered the alley through which she'd arrived many hours earlier, she heard a shout. Didn't know if he was shouting at her, or shouting a warning that she was escaping, or just shouting to friends. Ms Americana didn't stay to find out. Within moments she was back in her car, and racing home.

"Goddess forgive me, but I was weak tonight," she said, heart still pounding even when she finally pulled into the secret garaged deep beneath Wade Manor. "I need time to recover."

So the Queen of Justice waited. She waited a whole week. Her body rebelled, demanding sex. It drove her mad. She couldn't sleep for the first three days, not at all. All Brenda did was writhe, moan and groan all night in bed. She had to take a week worth of sick days, but since she was the boss there was no problem there. By the seventh night after she turned tricks for Kid, without a fight, she could finally think about him without her heart starting to race.

"I'm ready," she said, grinning at herself in the full length mirror. She so loved wearing her Ms Americana costume. She really only felt complete when she did. Of course, her narrow waist looked positively NAKED without the gold power belt. "I'll remedy that tonight."

She would be in big trouble if Kid no longer had the belt. Brenda could order another one created, pretending it was an order from Ms Americana. But it took six months to manufacture one, complete with lots and lots of tests and trials and such, to ensure it was working properly. It was only the second time she'd had to have one made.

"That would be so humiliating. Everyone will know I lost my belt," she said, her mood darkening. Then she remembered the local news casts. "Well, they already know. Dammit."

Hair perfect. Face perfect. Costume almost perfect. Ms Americana was ready to remedy that latter problem. She stepped into the elevator and descended to the secret garage. Thirty minutes later the Queen of Justice was creeping down a dark alley near Anita and Cummins. She watched the illicit activities for the better part of two hours, until she had seen Tamika go through three clothes changes. The gorgeous black hooker wasn't wearing the super heroine's power belt. Neither was Tammy Jo or any other of Kid's hookers that she could see.

Ms Americana jimmied Kid's trunk open. Empty. She'd already riffled through his condo on the off chance he left it there. Nothing. So a confrontation with Kid sans belt was inevitable.

"I have no fear, for I am Ms Americana!" she said, striking a pose. "That belt was just a crutch. A crutch I do not need to take out a small time pimp like Kid Rotten."

"Kid!" someone called as she strode toward the hooker hotel entrance. "Ms Americana is back."

People came pouring out of all the surrounding businesses -- peepshows, brothels, strip clubs and pubs. They all watched her with eager eyes. Evil eyes. It made her skin crawl.

"Well, well, Ms Americana has indeed returned," Kid said. "I guess this proves you are addicted to my dick. Cock whipped, baby. Cock whipped."

"Addicted to…that's outrageous!" she cried, hands balling into fists. Anger was her shield. Just the sight of Kid got her blood flowing. The sound of his voice rattled her innermost core. He had broken her will several times. <He's my daddy,> she thought, and immediately chastised herself for even thinking that terrible thought. "I’m here for my belt. Where is it, Kid."

"Safe."

"In a safe place, or in a safe?"

"Exactly."

"You're not funny, pimp," she growled, wanting to slap that smug smile off his face. After a second she realized she was staring at his lips, remembering how he kissed her. So passionate. So demanding. No mercy, and take no prisoners. Kid owned his women, body and soul. It was what defined him as a pimp. His girls were utterly his, utterly devoted to him. Slavishly devoted, one might say. "No! I can't think like that."

"Think like what?" Kid said, grinning. "Like MY girl. Who's your daddy?"

"You're my daddy….Aaaaggghh! You tricked me!" she cried, baby blues flashing, but spectacular body all hot and tingly. For a second she feared she'd challenged Kid too early, that she wasn't over him yet. But she suppressed that thought. She was a superior woman. "I am Ms Americana, the premier super heroine in Delta City, and I do not submit to filthy pimps."

"Cool. I showered, so I'm not filthy," Kid said, enjoying the way she gawked at him a second. Then he unzipped and pulled out his cock. It was already hard. "Eat me, Ms Americana."

"Oh!" Ms Americana cried, stepping back one step. Her throat was super tight. Her eyes were locked on that so familiar cock. She LONGED to wrap her lips around it, to feel it in her mouth. To feel it filling up her body. Heart hammering, thundering, she tried to gather her wits. Then he started walking towards her, his exposed cock bouncing with each step. She couldn't pull her eyes from it. "Oh no."

"Oh yes," Kid said smugly, and stopped inches before her. "Who's your daddy?"

"You are my daddy, Kid," Ms Americana said. She looked him in the eyes, and a jolt of erotic energy ripped through her. She felt mesmerized by his gaze. It sucked the air out of her lungs, sent her heart to racing and made her body ache with need. She groaned low, and dropped to her knees. She took his cocking in a trembling hand, and gave it a lingering kiss, then a hard lick. "You're my daddy."

And Ms Americana sucked his long, thick cock down. Any will left to resist was long gone before her lips traveled halfway down his shaft. After Kid shot his wad into her mouth, he started charging men fifty dollars a pop for a "curbside BJ."

"Come one, come all, to come in Ms Americana's mouth," Kid called as the men lined up.

Ms Americana was not allowed to move from that spot until two in the morning. By that time all the johns were gone. Kid and his hookers were kind of surprised themselves.

"Man, Ms Americana, you are one efficient BJ giving machine," Kid said. "You took care of everyone in record time."

"What will you do with me now, Kid?" Ms Americana whispered.

"Same time, same place tomorrow night," Kid said. "See you then."

"What? You're just letting me go?"

"Why not? You're so addicted to my dick, you cannot stay away from me if your life depended on it," Kid said and laughed. "Bitch, you have been properly cock whipped into submission. Your sweet ass belongs to me. And to prove it, I'm letting you go. See you tomorrow night, Americana."

With that, Kid and his hookers piled into his Caddy and left. Ms Americana gawked. She was left speechless. The arrogance of that man!

Ms Americana raged all the way home. She raged as Brenda, before going to bed. Once again, she was too agitated to sleep. She was too HORNY to sleep. She tossed and turned, writhed, moaned and groaned miserably.

The next morning, exhausted and still fuming over what Kid did to her, Brenda went to work. It was a long day, very busy. She had a week to catch up on. But at the end of that day, she went home, dressed in her Ms Americana costume and drove to Cummins and Anita.

Kid was there, surrounded by all of his hookers. You'd think he was a king holding court. Everyone fawned over him. He accepted it as his due.

"God, I hate that man," Ms Americana growled, baby blues narrowed. Hands balled up into fists, she marched straight towards him. "Kid, it's time we had an accounting."

"I agree," he said, looking her up and down critically. "You know, without the belt you just don't look right." He reached into the open window of his car, and pulled out her rolled up power belt. He tossed it to her. "There. Put that one. I want my Ms Americana to look the part properly. Got to give the customers what they want, you know?"

Ms Americana didn't hesitate. In an instant that beloved belt was around her waist. She felt a flicker of power. She was still pretty well fucked and sated, but a night of sexual frustration had given her a little something for the belt. A flicker. It was something.

"I'm complete again," Ms Americana cried joyfully.

"Great," Kid said. "Who's your daddy, you cock whipped bitch?"

"You are my daddy, Kid," she said automatically. And her body reacted accordingly. In a flash her voluptuous body was white hot with need and desire, consumed with passion and hunger. She felt as much as heard her wanton groan. Nipples hardened, pussy tingled, burned and grew wet. She fought the unholy urge to cup her own tits and squeeze. "Oh, Goddess, I can't break your hold on me."

"Of course not. I own you," Kid said, and laughed. "I have that affect on women."

"I don't…I don't….oh, my," Ms Americana whispered hoarsely. "I don't know what to do."

"Duh. I tell you what to do," Kid said. "No thinking outside the box around here, baby. Get to work. You're room is still number 25."

"Room 25?"

"Yep. Of course, tonight I promised Old Bill you would pay for it in barter," Kid said. "He's upstairs waiting right now. Don't disappoint."

"Please don't make me fuck him," Ms Americana begged.

"Wow!" Tammy Jo cried. "She's like totally accepted her fate. Ms Americana isn't fighting you any more."

"I'm her daddy," Kid said. Then to Ms Americana, "Get to work."

"Anything you say, Kid," the super sexy super heroine said. She looked around with a hammering heart, a super horny body and a sense of fate. "I'm afraid you are right. I'm addicted to your dick. I'm cock whipped."

Everyone watched as Ms Americana turned and all but strutted into the hotel, and up to her first customer of the night.

THE END