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MS AMERICANA: CORPORATE TAKEOVER

By Dark One

Brenda Wade sat in her large, black leather office chair, mile long legs crossed and glared at her hated business and social rivals. She was decked out in business wear -- red power suit with mid-calf skirt, tailored jacket to help "subdue" her 44DDs and white silk blouse. Her legs were sheathed in very black silk hose and stuffed into shiny pumps.

Big Daddy Vanderholm was sitting in the seat at the far end of the board of directors table in his signature white suit. The obese billionaire was now the second largest shareholder of Wade Enterprises, with forty percent of the voting stock. To her shock and surprise, due to miscalculations by someone she WOULD discover, after the last stock sale and issuance of stock options to the top executives and board members, her share dropped from fifty-one percent controlling interest, to just forty-nine percent. As the largest shareholder, she still had effective control of the company. Barely.

"Hello, Brenda," Ashley purred, looking too proud of herself as she stood behind her much older husband. The beautiful blonde "trophy wife" was Brenda's life long rival in all areas. She was way overdressed in a silver evening gown, chandelier earrings and white opera gloves. "Long time no see. Doing well, I hope."

"Hello, Ashley," she said, baby blues flashing. "Not long enough, no see. Rest assured, you're little victory here will not last long."

"I wouldn't be so sure, Ms Wade," Big Daddy said, grinning victoriously. "I have big plans for your little company. Oh yeah. Big plans."

Brenda's blood ran cold. He was the state's worst polluter, and many of his business dealings were of a questionable nature. When he took over a company, he either carved it up for a quick profit, or used it to terribly exploit the rank and file workers with lousy pay, no benefits and maximum profits. He used his companies to TAKE from one and all, and gave nothing back to the environment or the community. Unlike Brenda, who was incredibly socially and environmentally conscious.

In a word, Big Daddy would destroy her company one way or another. He was intent on destroying all of her good work. She was equally intent on stopping him.

"I'm still in charge, Mr. Vanderholm," Brenda sneered. "I am Chairperson of the Board and CEO. You might have wrangled a Vice Chairmanship and presidency of the company out of your little power play, but I'll run you out of the company in short order. You aren't the first that tried a corporate takeover of my company."

"But I'll be the last," Big Daddy said. "Because I'll be the first to successfully kick you to the curb and take over."

"You only own forty-nine percent of the company, Brenda dear," Ashley said. "Big mistake on your part. A very foolish mistake, I might add. You will live to regret it."

The other nine board members were watching them intently. At the moment, and they knew it, the fate of Wade Enterprises was in their hands. The board members were the only other stockholders in Wade Enterprises. Those nine men owned a total of eleven percent of the company. Big Daddy needed ALL of them to support his take over, while she only needed to convince three or four of them at most to support her, since she only needed two percent more to achieve a simple majority. But that two percent would come at a high price, of that she was sure. How high was the only question.

"Welcome to the Board of Directors of Wade Enterprises, Big Daddy," Aaron Shapiro said.

Brenda gasped. Of all of the board members, she figured Aaron would support her against Big Daddy. He was an old family friend, a good friend of her late father, General Wade. And he had always supported her, even when she first took over the chair as a mere teenager.

"We all look forward to working with you," he continued.

Brenda's baby blues widened in silent shock as they ALL nodded their heads, with big smiles. She'd fought with her board over the years, demanding they do the right thing at every turn. Many of them thought she cost them profits by being too "Green" or "politically correct."

In her mind's eyes, Brenda could envision a scenario where they all did throw their support and votes behind Big Daddy in the name of maximizing profits, to line their overstuffed pockets even further. She COULD lose her company. Big Daddy would utterly disgrace and humiliate her before the business community, Delta City and the world, not to mention leaving all of her pet charities high and dry -- like the orphanage, the three women's shelters and the five free clinics.

"Thank you, gentlemen," Big Daddy said, beaming with pleasure. His victory was almost complete. His wife was giddy with pleasure, having finally defeated her long time rival in the most spectacular manner, and in a way that would truly hurt. "I have big plans for Wade Enterprises. You have such POTIENTIAL for profits. I can't believe you haven't exploited them to their furtherest limits already."

The men all turned to look a Brenda briefly, frowning, then turned back to Big Daddy with big smiles. Brenda swallowed hard. It was going to be harder than she anticipated. At least she had time. One week before the next vote. If she failed, Big Daddy would be elected Chairman, and she would be pushed to the background.

"Gentlemen, now that our business is settled for today, I suggest we move this gathering to a room I rented at The Palace," Big Daddy said. Brenda's jaw dropped. He was taking them to a BROTHEL? Nothing subtle about Big Daddy, he was going to ply them with boozed and sex. How would she complete with that? She had a REPUTATION to uphold. "Oh, Brenda, you're invited, too."

Several of the board members snickered. There was no way she'd go to a brothel, especially one run by King Pimp. She'd railed against King Pimp and his ilk for years, trying to goad the police into shutting him down. It wouldn't be safe for her to walk into his illicit lair of debauchery and feminine degradation.

"I don't think so," Brenda sneered, nose crinkled as she glared hatefully at Big Daddy and Ashley. "I will not wallow in wanton debauchery with the likes of those two."

"Really?" Ashley said. "WHO do you wallow in wanton debauchery with?"

"I'm not the one that WHORED myself out to a sugar daddy, bitch," Brenda said.

With that, Brenda stood up and strode out of the board room adjoining her palatial offices. The only sound to be heard was her five inch stilettos clicking and clacking on the hardwood floor. She heard them all leave after she entered her office. Going to The Palace.

"Those fools! Those oversexed, besotted fools!" she cried in rage. "They are going to sell me out for a few extra dollars in their pockets, and for a sexy little twenty year old bouncing on their little dicks."

The next day, Brenda, to her shame, dressed much sexier than usual. Her red mini skirt barely covered her sweet round ass, and black hose sheathed her mile long legs, ending his five inch stilettos. She wore a white bustier top under a red bolero jacket that matched the skirt. She accessorized with a red satin choker, silver hoop earrings and silver bangles on one wrist, and a wide silver bracelet on the other. Men liked shiny things on women.

The top floor of Wade Tower was her office and the offices of the other board members. No one else, except secretaries and assistants in their little cubby holes. Her personal assistant, Gretchen, was waiting. The beautiful twenty-seven year old gave her boss's sexily attired body a once over and frowned, then nodded.

"Good choice," Gretchen said.

"What do you mean?"

Gretchen looked around worriedly, and indicated they should continue the conversation in private. The blonde assistant followed Brenda into the vast office, and closed the door behind them. Brenda went to her desk and sat down, crossing her shapely lets and waited for Gretchen to explain her cryptic comment.

"Big Daddy is having much better success than we thought possible," Gretchen said. "He already has the support of most of the board members. I estimate he is voting forty-seven percent of the stock now, and the others all seem so damn smitten with him and his plans for Wade Enterprises."

Brenda just gawked at her. Forty-seven percent, already? They were almost equals. One night of debauchery and her associates on the board were ready to sell their souls to Big Daddy. Were men that easily manipulated? Did sex mean that much to them? Or were they already so rich and powerful, that they wanted something to spice up their sad little lives more than they wanted more money and honors?

"Who hasn't succumbed to Big Daddy?"

"Aaron Shapiro, Lester Hall, Omar del la Cruz and Peter Dickson," she said. "Together, they hold a total of four percent of the voting stock."

"Yes," she said thoughtfully. "Aaron has two percent, Omar has one percent and the other two each have one half percent."

Aaron was her best bet. All she really needed was Aaron. With him backing her, that would be fifty-one percent, a majority. But it would be nice to have more support from the board than just Aaron.

"And they are just as enthralled by Big Daddy as the others," Gretchen said, shocking her. "They are just more cautious. I think they are eager to see what you have to offer before committing themselves."

"Are they at work?" Brenda said.

"Yes, they've been here over an hour," Gretchen said. "They've been going between their offices, conferring like giddy school boys the whole time. It's disgusting."

"You have no confidence they will support me, do you?"

"No. Big Daddy is offering them their hearts' desires," Gretchen said. "He'd give them YOU if he could sink his lecherous claws into you."

Brenda shivered. Gretchen was right on that one. Big Daddy and Ashley had been trying to outmaneuver her for years. Much of their behind the scenes schemes involved trying to secretly lure her into doing something blackmail worthy. They tried everything from tempting her with illegal, insider trading, to hiring gigolos to seduce her. She'd stayed one step ahead of them. Barely, at times.

"I'll talk to them," Brenda said. "I only need Aaron's support to gain the majority, but it would be nice to have more. I don't care to split the company 51/49. Big Daddy would make my life a living hell."

"No good would come of the compromises you'd be forced to endure," Gretchen said. She glanced around the gorgeously decorated, twenty-five hundred square foot luxury office suite, with its conversation pit groups and real wood burning fireplace, 52 inch HDTV, etc. "If you lost control, Big Daddy would LOVE to take this office from you."

The thought horrified Brenda. Every piece of furniture in that office was custom designed and built for her. She'd spend the last twelve years making it perfect for her in every way. Everyone knew how much she loved that office suite. It proclaimed her wealth and power like nothing else. It was the largest, most impressive office in Delta City.

Standing, Brenda smoothed her red skirt down and took a deep breath. Time to get to work and start whipping her boys back into place. Time to remind them who was the boss. Time to assemble her team to fight Big Daddy and Ashley, and their team of corporate traitors.

Gretchen returned to her office, to start on the mountain of work she had waiting. With Brenda busy trying to save her company, Gretchen would be forced to take on a much larger burden. At least for a short while. Brenda looked around her beloved office, to remind her why she cared, why she wanted to keep it all so much, and then headed towards the other office suites on the top floor.

As a two percent owner, Aaron demanded and got a corner office suite. All of the directors' offices were the same size, with much the same layout. The corridors were wide and brightly lit, and well appointed. The top floor reeked of wealth, power and privilege.

Each office suite had a small reception room with a secretary with two small offices for assistants, one off each side. There was a small conference room, and the main office. And, of course, each director had a private bath.

Brenda found all the offices in a flurry of activity. She grimaced. Little of it would be due to current business, but concerning the power struggle going on. Everyone was trying to wrangle the most advantage possible. So she might still have a chance with the board members that were supporting Big Daddy if she managed to swing enough votes to keep her chair.

"Hello, Heather," Brenda said to Aaron Shapiro's beautiful young secretary. It was an open secret he was banging the bejesus out of the gorgeous blonde. She was a competent secretary, but it burned Brenda's butt she was paying top dollar so the seventy-two year old retired billionaire could have a mistress on staff. The bleach blonde wore the skimpiest outfits allowed, not even trying to hide her true job and nature. "Aaron in?"

"Sure, Ms Wade," Heather said, picked up the phone and buzzed her boss and sugar daddy. "Ms Wade to see you." Heather listened a second, turned to look Brenda up and down twice, then smiled smugly. "Yes. Yes she is."

Brenda bristled. What was that about? Yes she was what?

"You can go right in, Ms Wade," Heather said with a knowing smile. "Good luck."

Brenda didn't know what to say to that. Surely she didn't think that she was planning anything untoward. Aaron was an old family friend. He was seventy-two years old! But, could he be expecting her to throw herself at him? Did he expect her to "put out" to get what she wanted? Brenda never had in the past, why would anyone expect her to now?

Passing through the door into Aaron's office, behind Heather's desk, Brenda found the old man seated at his desk across the office. He was reading a report, his reading glasses perched upon his hawkish nose. She noticed his dark eyes had a predatory look as they ran up her body, feet to head, and back down again. He smiled.

"I'm glad you came to see me today, Brenda," Aaron said. He stood up and waved her to the couch. "I was hoping you would."

Brenda took her usual seat in the middle of the couch. Aaron usually sat in the chair facing the couch. But this time he sat on the couch, next to her. Very close to her.

"Oh, why is that?"

"Big Daddy has some very interesting ideas," Aaron said. "I must admit, I am intrigued by many of them."

"Big Daddy is a vile, foul man," Brenda said, baby blues flashing. "His primary motivation is to oust me from the board's chair, and humiliate me by taking over my company. The company I have worked too hard and diligently to build to its lofty and esteemed height to just throw it away."

"But at the cost of profits, at times," Aaron said. He was trying hard not to stare down into her deep cleavage. Most men struggled with that, and Aaron was no exception. Family friend or not. "I must admit, some of your less profitable stands do not sit well with the other board members and shareholders. Big Daddy has many ideas to maximize our potential and profits. What do you have to offer?"

"None of my policies are changing, Aaron. You know me," she said. "I have standards of conduct, and will not throw my reputation away to earn a few extra dollars."

"Not good," he said, frowning down into her cleavage.

"Are you saying you won't support me? You won't vote with me?" Brenda said, shocked. "But you were my father's best friend. You've been a good friend of mine for all my life. I can't believe you'd back Big Daddy, my ENEMY, and leave me twisting in the wind like that."

"Big Daddy's planned ventures would likely double your fortune within five years," Aaron said.

"I don't care about the money," she said.

"There lies the problem," he said. "Everyone else does."

"Well I care about the company, and how it earns its profits, how it treats the environment, how it treats the world at large," she said. "I care about Wade Enterprises, and I can't allow Big Daddy and Ashley to destroy all my good work."

"What are you willing to do to save your position? To save your company?"

"Anything!"

"Anything?" he said, placing his age-spotted hand on her knee and squeezing gently. Then he stroked it as she gawked at it. "You want something big from me. I want something big from you. I think we can work something out."

"There's got to be another way," she whispered, but knew there wasn't. She knew it all alone. It was the reason she dressed as provocatively as she had. Aaron had always wanted her, had always lusted after her exquisite body. He was an old lecher of the highest order. Big Daddy offered him hookers and harlots, but couldn't give him what he wanted most -- Brenda. Only Brenda could give herself to him. "This will ruin our friendship."

"I'd rather be your lover."

"It's not a one time affair?"

"Daily."

"No!" she cried, disgusted. She'd be his harlot, like Heather. "O-Once a month."

Victory flashed in his eyes. The fact that she was negotiating meant he would get what he'd wanted for twenty years, every since he saw fourteen year old Brenda in a skimpy black bikini sunbathing by Wade Manor's swimming pool. His embolden hand slid up her silky thigh, starting to stroke it. Brenda took a deep breath, slowing her racing heart.

"Every other day, but I want weekends," he said.

She felt his fingers slip under her skirt and briefly brush her panties. It rattled her, but she had to stay focused. Brenda had to hammer out a deal with Aaron, since everyone knew he was her closest ally on the board. If he refused her, the others would be twice as firm in their negotiations.

"What? Okay, once a week. Instead of our weekly lunch, we'll meet at a motel or something and have a tryst instead," she said.

"How much time?"

"An hour."

"Three."

"Two!"

"Agree, but anything goes. Whatever I want, and no arguments," he said. He began to stroke her pussy lips through her satin thong panties. She had no choice but to pretend to ignore it. "And I want 'dates' every Saturday night."

"No dates," she said.

"No, I want dates, and holidays at Wade Manor."

Brenda gawked at him. He was a tougher negotiator than she bargained for.

"Okay, I'll make love to you on all holidays, but you do not get to spend them in their entirety at Wade Manor. I'll arrange to meet you either at Wade Manor or elsewhere, for holiday trysts."

"And weekend dates."

"One date a month."

"Two," he said. "Take the jacket off."

"Huh? Oh," she said, and removed the red bolero jacket. "Okay, two dates a month."

"All night dates."

"All night dates," she said, feeling utterly defeated.

"It's a deal," Aaron said, sliding up closer and wrapping an arm around her bare shoulders. He pulled her in close and nuzzled her just below the ear. His other hand slipped under her thong. Her nether lips began to tingle as butterflies erupted in her belly. She knew that Aaron fully intended to have her on that couch. And she couldn't do anything about it if she wanted his support. The seventy-two year old board member kissed his way along her jaw line, to her full red lips. "Sealed with a kiss."

Brenda's eyes went wide as Aaron claimed her full red lips in a passionate kiss, deep and demanding. After it became obvious he was going to continue kissing her, Brenda closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss, returning it with what little enthusiasm she could muster. Seconds later, once he knew she was cooperating, Aaron pulled his hand from between her legs and started groping her 44DDs for the first time ever.

It was inconceivable, but Brenda realized her BODY was really enjoying all the intimate attention from the old geezer. Very quickly she felt her body going through that erotic transformation that so frightened her. The hyperactive butterflies in her belly were the first indication something was going terribly wrong, then they were burned away by incredibly pleasant liquid heat infusing her statuesque body. At that point, Brenda starting becoming hornier and hornier, and her body was primed for sexual use.

After fifteen minutes of passionate kissing and groping, Aaron had Brenda where he wanted her, panting in his arms, a look of wonder and fear in her eyes, so knew the time was right and reached behind her to the bustier's zipper. A second later he pulled her top off of her spectacular body and gasped at the erotic sight he beheld. He spent another ten minutes lovingly caressing, bouncing and squeezing that pretty pair.

"You are so beautiful, Brenda," Aaron said, then sucked an erect nipple into his mouth. "Mmmmm, I've waited so long to taste you." Then he reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock. "And for you to taste me. Suck it."

The sight of that cock sucked Brenda's breath away. She so wanted it. And she was so afraid of it. Sex was very dangerous for her, mainly because it was her curse as a superior woman, a woman with the rare Aphrodite gene. When she made love, she became totally absorbed in the act, totally insatiable, utterly helpless and at the mercy of her lover. If that lover chooses to do evil with her, then she was helpless to stop him, and would be an eager participant in any sex acts requested or demanded. And Aaron was getting dangerously close to pushing her over the top, climaxing her, and sending her spiraling down into a sordid world of sexual debauchery.

"Come on, you agreed," Aaron said. "Suck me off."

Brenda's mouth was watering heavily. Her mouth wanted to get started. The liquid heat flowing erotically through her body suddenly heated up between her legs, and she felt natural lubricants flowing and making her sopping wet.

Worst of all, the more aroused she became, the less mentally coherent she became. Her body had needs, strong needs. It was times like this she was the most vulnerable, and she hated it. But she'd agreed to this, so there was nothing to do but do it.

"I haven't done this in YEARS," Brenda said, remembering the one blowjob she gave, back in the limo returning home with her date after the prom and after party. That lucky guy got her first and only blowjob, and only after a lot of heavy petting and kissing. She'd regretted it ever since. "But I'll do my best."

The sexy business woman leaned over his lap, took hold of his cock in one perfectly manicured hand, and lowered her face to it. She licked the head, until the nasty urine taste was washed off, then she started licking his shaft, all over and once that was cleaned she moved back up to the head, and swallowed it. Gulped it down, inch by inch, baby blues wide in disbelief. Too soon, she found her nose buried deep in his GRAY pubic hair. At that time she started bobbing her head while sucking and working her tongue like her prom date instructed her so long ago.

"Oh, yeah," Aaron said. "You have talent, girl. You're almost as good as sweet little Heather out front."

"Mmmm," Brenda said, actually starting to enjoy it.

"Everything okay, Mr. Shapiro?" Heather asked.

Brenda's baby blues popped open. Since she was facing down, she spotted a pair of hot pink stiletto pumps on the floor below her. Her eyes slowly rose up that shapely, erotically attired female body, to find Heather's too smug face smiling down at her.

"Oh yes, I'm fine, Heather. Everything is going great," he said. "Brenda is taking real good care of me."

"Wonderful," Heather said. She leaned over and in a stage whisper, said, "He really likes it when you lick and suck on his ball."

Suddenly, to her great surprise, Aaron's cock spewed hot, sticky cum into her mouth. Her tongue was bathed with the almost forgotten taste and she swallowed to Heather's great delight. With her lips wrapped around the head, she stroked it with her fist until he was milked dry. Then sitting back, she licked the remaining cum off her full red lips and flushed bright red under Heather's superior gaze.

"Suddenly, the playing field seems more level between us," Heather said. She leaned over, nose to nose with the sexy CEO. Heather gave her a gentle, sweet kiss on the lips. When Brenda didn't object, she leaned into a deeper, demanding lipstick kiss. "Maybe Aaron will let me have you once he's finished."

With that, Heather turned and left.

"Ha! That Heather, she's a wild one," Aaron said. "She'll teach you a lot if you let her. Now, sugar lips, mount up."

"What? Heather teach…? Mount up?" Brenda said, mind awhirl. He sat back, his cock standing at attention. "But…but….you just came. Don't you need an hour or more to recover?"

"Naaa, I took an erectile dysfunction drug that lasts for two days, babe," Aaron said, reaching over to give a titanic tit a firm squeeze. "Now, show me how tight that underused cunt is, and mount up."

"Oh my," Brenda said, too discombobulated to argue. She crawled up on his lap, and guided his cock to her sopping wet cunt. She impaled herself upon him, feeling him slide in easily. But, it wasn't easy on her, not easy on her mind and soul and body. It was profound, an emotional punch to the head. He was not a particularly big man, down there, but she was extremely tight from NO USE ever. "Oh, Goddess, please, be gentle. I'm a virgin."

"You're thirty-five and still a virgin!"

"Thirty-four," she corrected. His cock was now pressed up hard against her hymen tissue. She could tell it was near to bursting through. "And yes."

Aaron grabbed her well rounded hips, and shoved her down as he thrust up with his cock. Searing pain ripped through her body as that sacred tissue split apart forever.

"I've been deflowered!"

Aaron quickly had the beautiful billionaire bouncing up and down on his cock, her 44DDs bouncing and jiggling in his smiling face. Once she took over keeping herself bouncing, Aaron's hands were free to explore her statuesque body. It didn't take long before his face was buried in her breasts and his hands were mauling them with animal like hunger.

Brenda felt her building climax reach critical mass deep in her belly. Afraid, she tried to suppress it. She knew it was a useless gesture, doomed to failure, but it frightened her so. Once she climaxed, Aaron would have her tamed. At least tamed for the time being. Her self-will, self-control and self esteem would crumble and burn away, leaving her a hungry, horny nympho slut. It was the fate of any woman with the Aphrodite gene, and she knew it, feared it and until that day, avoided sex because of it.

"Oh!" she cried when Aaron bit down on her left nipple. That burst the damn. Then she heard Heather outside the door, talking to someone just before the door opened. And the orgasm hit her. Hard. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh Goddess! Oh! Oh! Oh yes! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I've been tamed! Oh Goddess have mercy."

"Wow!" Omar del la Cruz and Heather said in unison.

"I just DEFLOWERED her," Aaron cried joyously. "Brenda was still a virgin."

"Holy shit, I want a piece of that," Omar said.

Omar del la Cruz was a fifty-one year of multi-millionaire. He was retired, having sold the company he created to a large multinational. He was a major investor in Wade Enterprises, so got himself on the board for something to keep him busy. Board members didn't have too heavy of a work burden. The perfect job for the semi-retired Latino. He was balding, but worked out and was very fit.

"Her ass is available," Heather said helpfully.

"Oh my," Brenda said, feeling her sphincter tighten and relax just hearing the suggestion. Her heart rate ramped up. Aaron's cock was turning her body and her mind into putty. It felt so damn good. "Oooooooooh."

"See?" Heather said. "No objections. Go for it."

"I will," Omar said eagerly. He stripped down to shoes and black socks, and moved up behind Brenda. Meanwhile, Heather, ever helpful, produced a name brand sexual lubricant and oiled up the beautiful billionaire's butt hole. Then Heather used two fingers to "loosen" Brenda up while Omar was undressing. Omar pushed in deep with ease, causing Brenda to groan long and low, her shapely body shuddering. "Oh yes! I'm butt fucking Brenda Wade!"

"Oh Goddess, I can't….Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Lordie, Brenda really LOVES getting reamed out," Heather said. "I guess you were right, boys, she was a slut in need of being released."

Heather moved up beside Brenda, seized the beautiful business woman's long black hair and yanked her head back. Brenda gasped, lips parted and quivering from the double fucking she was receiving. Heather's glossy hot pink lips pressed firmly into her full red lips, and their tongues met in a teasing tango.

"Mmmmmm," they groaned.

"Oh God," Omar gasped. "I love girl-on-girl."

Heather slid her firm, sweet lips all over Brenda's, while her right hand slid down her newest lover's incredibly shapely body, ending up deep in her bikini waxed bush. The blonde bombshell quickly and easily found Brenda's engorged and tingling clit, and began to rub it like only a woman who masturbates a lot knows. In less than thirty seconds she pushed Brenda over the top again, and again, and again.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed into Heather's mouth. "Mmmmmmmuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhh! Uh! Uuuuuuuggggghhhhhh!"

"Knock, knock, oh my…..fuck me to tears!" board member Lester Hall cried and pushed the ajar door all the way open.

"Actually, we're fucking Brenda to tears, Les," Aaron said with a strained voice. "Care to join us?"

"Hell yeah," Les said.

"Her ass is ….. just about…..open," Omar groaned, then shot his wad. Brenda groaned as she felt his hot seed start to flow and fill her deep inside. Her body shuddered violently with pleasure. "Oh God, that was great! I fucked Brenda up the ass, my dearest fantasy for years!"

Panting, Brenda looked over her shoulder at Les. The sixty-three year old African American millionaire investor looked hungry to get his dick inside her as he started undressing in the middle of Aaron's office. Behind him, she spotted Peter Dickson, the newest board member, and youngest -- except for her -- at forty. Peter created an internet company with a group of college friends, and after ten years sold out to a major computer company leaving them all thirtysomething multi-millionaires.

"Lordie, Brenda really is in HEAT," Heather laughed. "All the dogs are coming in."

Brenda saw herself fucking every one of them. Many times. She knew her self-control and will power were mush. She was their sex puppet, willing to be manipulated into any sex act. In fact, the mere thought was very exciting and erotic, and sent her over the top again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Brenda cried. Omar pulled out and offered his sticky, nasty cock fresh from her ass hole to her to lick clean. He had a vicious look of satisfaction, too. Meanwhile Les was almost stripped and ready. Brenda's mouth watered at the sight and smell of Omar cum slathered cock. She so wanted a taste. "Oh, Goddess, I am sooo fucked."

Brenda surrendered to her needs, leaned over and went down on her subordinate on the board and in High Society. Slurping loudly, she sucked, bobbed and licked that nasty cock completely clean, and then rock hard again. Les mounted her ass while she was sucking Omar, and shortly after that Aaron finally came into her pussy.

"Uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmgggggggggghhhhhhhhh!" she cried around Omar's cock, and that excited him so much he popped off in her mouth. "Mmmmmm, good."

"Hot damn, you boys are already banging the bejesus out of Brenda? Why didn't you call me sooner?" Peter cried, starting to undress. He was such a geek, with a pair shaped body, thick glasses and a nasally voice. Brenda found his manner abrasive, but he was a genius and quite astute in business matters. He also kept a bevy of beautiful college age girls barely dressed in his mansion. "I'm next."

He pushed the door to close it, but Heather caught it and pushed it wide open. Brenda looked at her in surprise as she licked the last of Omar's cum off her lips. No doubt about it now, Heather wanted to humiliate her in the most base way imaginable. Then Les captured all of her attention by wrapping his arms around her chest, just below her titanic tits and lifting her off Aaron. He pulled her back up against his chest, and started pumping her up and down his mile long black shaft.

Brenda gasped wild eyed, her stiletto heeled feet coming up behind and kicking, hands thrown wide and grasping at thin air. It was too intense, too heady and overwhelming. She knew that if she hadn't been tamed before, she was about to be completely tamed and subjugated. And as she quickly lost her battle to the inevitable, everyone else was gawking at her 44DDs bouncing and jiggling wonderfully before their awestruck eyes.

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh-oh! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" Brenda screamed. "Oh, Les! Please, you are going…..Aaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuueeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!"

Lester Hall fucked Brenda like that for fifteen minutes, and in the end she was having one climax after another. Bam-bam-bam-bam. All resistance, all pride and self-esteem was seared away. He left nothing but a hot and horny sex puppet.

Then Peter rolled her over onto her back on the floor, in the middle of the office, and stuck his giant, ten inch peter into her quivering pussy. Brenda threw her mile long legs wide, arched her back and climax upon penetration. Lester was the longest, but Peter was the thickest and almost as long as Les.

"Yes!" she cried. "Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me, Peter, fuck me!"

"Lordie, you boys have fucked Brenda completely stupid," Heather said, smiling smugly. She walked over to stand over Brenda's head. She removed her lacy black thong, lifted her mini over her hips and squatted over the raven-haired beauty. "Eat me, Brenda."

Consumed with animal hunger and need, Brenda obeyed without hesitation. The offered up cunt was pretty pink, clean shaven and glistening. She eagerly lapped at the drpps of hot pussy juices, then reached up with both hands and pulled Heather open. Brenda gave Heather's tasty slit a long, hard lick from end to end.

"Uuuuuggggggghh," Brenda groaned, climaxing as she ate out the kept woman she so loathed. Within seconds the vivacious vixen was eating her out with gusto as climax after climax rattled her mind and body. "Uuuuggggggggggggmmmmmmmm!"

Those four men and Heather passed Brenda around until lunchtime. Then Mason Montgomery, a fifty-five year old real estate tycoon and long time friend of Brenda's came in. He was now one of the board members supporting Big Daddy. He dragged in Lydia, wearing nothing but sexy white lacy socks and pink stiletto, strappy sandals. Her lush nineteen year old body was glistening with sweat, her big blue eyes were glazed and her face was slack from being fucked stupid for hours on end.

"You boys want to switch?" Mason said, thrusting Lydia forward. "This little tart thought she'd change our minds in the most delightful manner, but we've fucked her seven ways to Sunday, and are ready for a new piece of cock candy to nibble on."

The sight of her beloved ward and protégé helpless, vulnerable and totally degraded snapped Brenda back to herself. Kicking and scratching, she pushed the two men fucking her away and surged to her feet.

"Lydia! What have you done to her?" Brenda cried.

Aaron grabbed Brenda's arm as she hurried toward Lydia. She whirled on him, baby blues flash. And let him have it.

CRACK!

Aaron staggered back from the powerful slap across the face. Everyone gasped and gawked in horror. Brenda snarled at them, grabbed Lydia's hand and dragged her out of Aaron's office and into the wide, brightly lit hallway. Lydia struggled to keep up as she was dragged to Brenda's office all the way across the top floor, past countless employees and visitors, vendors and service people. Everyone gasped and gawked open mouthed at the two sweat-soaked beauties in nothing but high heels, well Brenda had a black garter belt and hose, too.

Brenda didn't realize the ultimate effect of her actions until later and then it was too late.

A week later to the day, Brenda stood in the middle of her office clutching a battered cardboard box full of mementos. Tears rolled down her smooth cheeks as Big Daddy settled into her chair, behind her custom-designed desk. Ashley was supervising the workers removing Brenda's possessions, moving them to her new office -- in the mail room.

"God, I love winning," Ashley said. The beautiful blonde thirty-four year old was decked out in a tailored business suit for once -- pink jacket and black mini, black hose and heels. Brenda, in contrast, was wearing much the same suit, but in gray -- pale gray jacket and charcoal gray skirt, with flesh color hose and gray pumps. "Say good bye to the office you love so much, put so much love and attention into, because you won't see it again unless you crawl through those big double doors on your hands and knees, groveling."

"And be ready to pay the price for our attention," Big Daddy said, leering at her titanic tits and mile long legs. He punched a button on the phone, and the dial tone filled the air. On hands-free, he quickly dialed a number. "Begone, Brenda, I have a company to run."

"You mean RUIN," Brenda said bitterly.

"Jensen," the voice on the phone said, loud in the room.

"Big Daddy here. You boys ready?"

"We're ready. Can we start cutting?"

"Cut everything down," Big Daddy said. "Clear cut it all down."

"Great," Jensen said. "And congratulations on ousting Brenda Wade. About time that arrogant bitch got her comeuppance."

"Thanks."

"W-What are you cutting down?"

"The Wade Wildlife refuge -- " Ashley started to say.

"WHAT!?! That's five thousand acres of OLD GROWTH forest," Brenda cried. "I promised to protect it. I swore an OATH no tree would ever be cut within its borders."

"But I'm in charge now, and Wade Enterprises is getting top dollar for all that lumber and pulp," Big Daddy said, grinning. He stuck a big, thick stogie in his mouth and waggled it at her. "We're all going to get rich. Um, make that richer."

"That is a crime against humanity and nature to cut down that forest."

"I don't care about that," Big Daddy said, leaning back in his chair and smiling victoriously. "I am going to end all funding to your favorite charities, too."

"You….you….MONSTER," Brenda cried.

"You…you….LOSER," Ashley mimicked and mocked. Then she changed the subject. "By the way, how is Lydia? Rumor has it that after her slutty tryst with the board of directors, that she has gone on to bang her college football team and basketball team. I guess her libido is unleashed. Ha-ha!"

"Not exactly like YOU can lecture her against it, since you also banged the board," Big Daddy sneered. "The High and Mighty prude has finally been brought low. I love it."

It was worse than they said. EVERYONE thought she was a wanton whore now. Everyone she knew, the whole city. And worse, they knew what she did, every intimate detail and with who. The men were BRAGGING of bagging her. And Big Daddy and Ashley's publicity machine has convinced everyone that Brenda had made, or at least encouraged, Lydia into the sexual debauchery she endured with the rest of the board.

Lydia had taken it poorly. She did NOT sleep with the football team. It was just the quarterback and front offensive line. Unfortunately, she DID let the entire basketball team run a train on her. Unfortunately, Lydia had the Aphrodite gene, and her time with those treacherous board members broke her spirit and turned her into a raving slut.

"I'll have my day, Big Daddy," Brenda declared, trying to blink away the tears and strike a confident pose.

"Don't threaten me, Brenda," Big Daddy said ominously.

"Yes, slut, your contract had a moral turpitude clause, and you were in violation. If we want, we can still completely remove you from the company," Ashley said. "You're lucky we're allowing you to work in the mail room."

It was a horrible deal she agreed to, just to keep from being thrown completely out of her own company. She still had her forty-nine percent, but she was off the board of directors completely. That gave Big Daddy free rein to do anything he wanted. Further, she was forced to become a mail room clerk, and if she did anything to get fired, then Big Daddy got all rights to vote her stock as long as she owned them. He also owned first refusal rights to BUY her shares if she decided to sell. But if she BEHAVED for five years, then she would be restored to the board of directors and given a higher position within the company.

Bowing her head, Brenda whispered, "Yes, ma'am."

Brenda turned and left. She went down to the basement, to the mailroom and reported for work. Her office was now just a cubby hole, filthy and the small chair was terribly stained. She wasn't even given the time to unpack her things before she was given a little cart and ordered to deliver the mail to the different offices.

# # #

Ms Americana eased through the night shadows around Vanderholm Mansion at ten o'clock. The sprawling estate was just down the road from Wade Manor. The sexy super heroine walked over. Peeking in a window, she crinkled her nose under the blue, star-spangled mask as her breath was sucked away and her heart began to hammer.

It was a full-blown orgy going on. Big Daddy and Ashley were presiding, like a medieval king and queen. Big Daddy wore a bright white silk dressing robe, while Ashley was all decked out in lacy white bustier and thong, with garters hanging from the bustier to hold up lacy stockings, stuffed into white ankle boots. White silk opera gloves covered her arms well up her arm, with a white satin choker tied around her slender throat.

Every member of the board was there with their secretaries. Heather was bent over a chair and tied in place while Omar reamed out her rump. Others were also bound tightly and being fucked. But the hosts had brought in professionals, as well, including two dominatrixes. So there were five women to each man, all fawning over or fucking a board member. It reminded Ms Americana of what they did to her, as Brenda, a week back in Aaron's office.

At least a dozen of the scantily clad young women were dancing seductively, scattered amongst the horny men. Two secretaries were making out heavily atop the coffee table, under the strict supervision of a red-leather clad dominatrix. Mostly, though, the secretaries were fucking members of the board other than their sugar daddies. Sort of a slutty secretary swap thing.

"They'll regret sending me to the mail room," she grumbled, baby blues narrowing. Delivering the mail to all their offices was a nightmare of abuse and inappropriate touching. Men kept touching, pinching and fondling her butt, and occasionally copping a quick feel of her tits, pretending it was inconsequential touching or an accident. And she couldn't do anything but smile, nod submissively in acceptance and grind her teeth. One complaint about her, and she would be fired. Big Daddy would be allowed to vote her stock and that would be the end. "Tonight, Ms Americana will right this wrong. I'll put the fear of the Goddess and super heroines in their bones." She glowered at them. "They made a laughing stock of me, and they will pay for that."

After a week Brenda's sexual frustrations were almost intolerable. She couldn't sleep at night, tossing and turning as her mind couldn't get away from thoughts of men touching her body, caressing and kissing, squeezing and fucking all of her orifices. After that one morning in Aaron's office, a lifetime of careful abstinence was destroyed. But on a positive note, it meant her power belt provided maximum strength, speed and endurance.

Sexual frustration pent up within powered the golden power belt encircling her narrow waist, resting atop well rounded hips. Ms Americana wore her legendary red, white and blue bikini costume -- half blue with white star, half red and white stripes -- with red calf boots, red gauntlet gloves, blue choker and red star earrings. A golden tiara crowned her, showing the world she was the Queen of Justice.

The Queen of Justice watched that disgusting display of woman degrading debauchery for the next two hours. Then around midnight, Big Daddy got a call on his cell phone and moved off into another room. Unsurprisingly, Ms Americana noticed that the moment her sugar daddy husband was out of sight, he was out of mind. She pulled her thong to one side, and straddled board member Ned O'Donnel and impaled herself on his large cock. Then Les Hall moved up and she leaned over and started sucking him with relish. Prior to that, she only made out with other women in front of her husband.

"Whore," Ms Americana sneered, and turned away to melt into the night shadows. It only took a few minutes of peeking in windows to locate where Big Daddy went. "Perfect. I have you know, Big Daddy."

Big Daddy was in his sprawling home office. Ms Americana checked the French doors lining the patio on the next room over. When none were unlocked, she used her super strength to twisted one knob until it broken. Pushing the door open, she paused to listen for any indication of a burglar alarm. Nothing, so she hurried inside.

The vigilante vixen quickly found the office door and slipped inside quietly. Big Daddy was distracted, sitting behind his desk and studying some papers. She was quiet as a mouse as she closed the door and eased towards him.

"Yes, of course, I'm giving you exclusive rights to clear cut all Wade Enterprises' properties. And the strip mine is a go, as well. By the end of the year the Wade Wildlife Refuge will be nothing but a big hole in the ground," Big Daddy said. "Brenda will piss all over herself when she finds out."

"You're going to piss all over yourself before I am through with you, Big Daddy," Ms Americana said in her most authoritive, commanding voice. It was her super heroine voice. It always demanded, and got, respect. "You are about to pay a terrible price for what you did to Brenda Wade."

"Ms Americana…what are you doing here?" he said, looked around, and realized he was alone and unprotected. Fear flashed across his fat face, then a frown. "You have broken into my home. You've committed a crime, and I will press charges, Ms Holier-than-thou."

"If you have a little better reputation in the community they might take you seriously," Ms Americana said smugly. It felt good to be smug to someone after her last week. Especially felt good to stick one to Big Daddy. Soon they would all feel her righteous bite. "But everyone knows you are a sleazy, money-grubbing bastard who would sell your own mother's soul for a buck. No one will believe you, and everyone will KNOW I have good reason to be here."

"You're wrong," Big Daddy said, marching up to her dressed in nothing but his dressing robe. The tie looked ready to come loose, and she did not want to be flashed by that most hated of men. "Everything I did in the Wade Enterprises deal was strictly above board. Brenda Wade CHOSE to seduce those good men in a pathetic attempt to win back her company from me. She espoused sexual abstinence for years, but suddenly proved to the world she was an irrepressible whore at heart." He had the audacity to jab a finger into Ms Americana's left tit while emphasizing his next point. "You should distance yourself from that idiot whore, or she'll drag you down into the gutter with her. She's already seduced her poor teenage ward into a life of debauchery. Everyone knows what a slut Lydia has turned into."

Ms Americana's baby blues flashed in barely suppressed fury and indignation. Where did she begin? She did NOT seduce those men. Maybe she LET Aaron seduce her, but the other men jumped on top of her before she could think straight. She was NOT a whore at heart. And she didn't SEDUCE Lydia into harlotry. It was all a pack of lies, and the same lies his propaganda machine was spreading about Brenda on a daily basis.

Slamming the heel of her right hand into his chin, Ms Americana sent Big Daddy reeling back. Of course, with her luck, his robe came open. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his rather large penis. Actually, it was huge. At least ten inches when erect, maybe larger. Even flaccid it was larger than most men's dicks. More than big enough to drop below that amazingly large roll of fat dropping down over his waist.

"You are a vile, wicked man," Ms Americana snarled, stalking after him. When he stopped and tried to make a stand, she kicked him in the belly. All that fat proved to be a fairly adequate armor. She hurt him, getting a pained grunt from the big billionaire corporate raider, but that kick would've taken down a normal sized man. "I only fear I will enjoy beating you into submission too much."

Big Daddy took a swing at the statuesque super heroine, who easily sidestepped the punch, caught his pudgy fist and twisted it behind his back. Then she shoved him hard, sending his tripping into the nearby wall.

"Oh, you are going to pay for that, Ms Asswipe."

"You won't be collecting, Vanderholm," Ms Americana sneered, looking down upon the billionaire on all fours, gasping and groaning, with utter contempt and loathing. "I am prepared to be merciful, though, and let you off the hook. If you cooperate."

He glanced at the door, longingly.

"No help there, pig."

"What kind of cooperation?" he said.

"That's more like it," she said, striking a super heroine pose in front of him. "You will sell all of your Wade Enterprises stock, AFTER releasing Brenda Wade from that illegal and immoral contract you forced her to sign, then you will leave Delta City and not come back."

"What do I get out of it?" he said, greedy to the last. "I mean, beside the fact I DEFEATED Brenda Wade at her own game, and took away her company."

"You won't go to jail," she said.

"Go to jail for what? I haven't broken any laws," he said.

Ms Americana hesitated, frowning. She'd thought the mere threat of super heroine retribution would cow him. It should have anyway. He had too much to hide, she believed.

"But I might have to break your jaw," she said, baby blues narrowing as red gloved fists.

"I don't thinks so, bitch," Ashley said behind her.

Ms Americana whirled around to find Big Daddy's beautiful trophy wife with a fireplace poker in hand and cocked back like she was up to bat. And then she swung and smacked the gorgeous super heroine right across her brows, upper mask, below the tiara.

"Ugh!" Ms Americana cried out, intense pain ripping through her head. Her head snapped back and she stumbled backwards. Ashley swung again, striking her in the belly with a meaty thunk. "Uuugghh."

Big Daddy rushed her, grabbed both wrists and pulled them behind her back before she could recover from those two devastating blows. A normal woman would be unconscious, if not dead, from the first blow, but her power belt gave her amazing endurance and healing powers.

"Get the handcuffs!" Big Daddy cried desperately. "Hurry!"

"They are being used in the other room," Ashley said, just as desperate. "Oh, I know."

The shapely blonde raced over to a cabinet and pulled out a dark brown bottle and a thick cotton clothe. She dropped the bottle twice in her haste to open it. Ms Americana was dazed, but not out. She'd suffered worse setbacks before, and came out triumphant, so wasn't worried.

"Hurry, she's started to come around," Big Daddy urged. He turned the sexy super heroine around, facing his large, solid oak desk, and slammed her forehead down into the edge of the desk with all his very considerable might. It was enough to stun her again, leaving her wobbly on her feet, mind reeling and eyes crossed. "Chloroform the bitch before she kicks both of our butts."

"That…that is exactly what I am…oooh, going to do," Ms Americana gasped out, shaking her head. "You will suffer my wrath for laying unfriendly hands upon Ms Americana."

"Oh, shut up," Big Daddy cried, and threw a vicious punch at her face.

Ms Americana's instincts saved her. She caught his pathetic punch with both hands, and grinned at him. A swift kick to the gut staggered him.

"Fools! Now you will suffer the righteous wrath of Ms Americana when I ….Mmmmmmm!" Ms Americana declared, but was interrupted by a wet cloth being pressed over her mouth and nose. Gas in general, and chloroform in particular, were Ms Americana's bane. She had little or no defense against it, and it affected her profoundly and immediately. More so than normal people. Ashley held onto the cloth with all she had, and Big Daddy grabbed and held onto the Queen of Justice's arms, keeping her immobile until the gas took effect. "Mmmmmmmmmmuuuugggghhh."

"Hold tight, baby," Big Daddy said, grinning. There was the most beautiful look of shock and fear in Ms Americana's beautiful eyes. He and Ashley locked eyes over their prize. Neither could believe they were actually about to capture the legendary Ms Americana. Soon, the sexy super heroine's knees buckled and he had to release her arms to help hold her up. Then he watched as her baby blues fluttered, and rolled up, followed by a deep sigh and she totally relaxed in their arms. "We did it! Wahoo!"

Big Daddy and Ashley kissed passionately over Ms Americana's right shoulder, then they slowly lowered her limp body to the floor. While Ashley arranged the sexy super heroine's body in an arms and legs wide, spread-eagle position, Big Daddy watched with growing hunger.

"You know, Ash, we can't captured Ms Americana and NOT fuck her," he said. "Look at her! Check out those fat titties! I gotta have some of that sweet Americana Apple Pie, baby."

"I want a taste too," Ashley said. She dropped to her knees, straddling Ms Americana's well rounded hips. She reached out and seized those big juicy girl globes and started fondling her. "Go get a pair of handcuffs, Baby. I'll entertain Ms Americana until you return."

Ashley quickly removed Ms Americana's patriotically themed top, and then pulled her matching bottoms off as well. Then, and most importantly, she removed the golden power belt. At first she didn't think it would come off so easily. But the all important belt didn't give her any more trouble than unsnapping a pair of jeans.

Big Daddy returned soon enough. Ms Americana was just beginning to moan and groan and writhe about. Ashley rolled her over onto her belly and had the vanquished vigilante cuffed in seconds flat. Rolling her back onto her back, Ashley patted Ms Americana's close cropped, bikini waxed pubic mound.

"Mount up, my Big Daddy," Ashley said, grinning wickedly. "I want Ms Americana to wake up BEING fucked by you."

"Ha! I like it," he said, kicking her knees wide and kneeling between them. "Talk about a rude awakening."

"Exactly," Ashley said, and laughed.

Ashley helped to guide her husband's large cock into Ms Americana's exposed, vulnerable pussy. They both watched with bated breath as he shoved that thick dick deeper and deeper, taking increasing long and hard strokes.

"I may climax," Ashley said with a strained voice. "Last week we took Brenda's beloved company and REPUTATION from her, and this week we captured Ms Americana her own fucklicious self."

"God, Ash, she is so tight," he groaned.

Finally, fully inside the now gasping, writhing super heroine, Big Daddy began a long, slow pumping action that he knew he could keep up a long time, maximizing his sexual pleasure and, per Ashley, bringing his lover the time and attention she needed. Like everyone else, he knew the secret to complete defeating and conquering a super heroine was by fucking her stupid.

Ashley started stroking his hair, encouraging him. "Fuck her, Big Daddy. Fuck her long and hard. Fuck her into submission, and then we will OWN her. Ms Americana will be our own private fuck toy and slave."

"Uuuuggggghhhhhhhhnnnnnnn," Ms Americana groaned, then her eyes fluttered open. She blinked and fought hard to regain her senses. The sexy super heroine understood something was terribly wrong, but was still too doped up to figure it out. Then the cock in her pussy registered. "Ooooohh, what…..Oh, Goddess…help….me."

"No saving you, Americana," Big Daddy said.

"Big…Daddy?"

"And Ashley."

"No, please….not…Ashley….she hates…me," Ms Americana groaned.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Americana," Big Daddy said, increasing the rate of his pumping and enjoying how her body reacted to the increased stimulation. "Ashley and I own your sweet round ass now. You will do as we tell you, or bad things will happen to you and anyone you love."

Baby blue eyes finally cleared and Ms Americana locked wide eyes with her captor.

"Who's your daddy?" Big Daddy said, grinning.

Ms Americana tugged at the cuffs, struggling desperately but weakly. It took her a moment to realize it wasn't just the lingering effects of the chloroform.

"You've de-powered me!"

Almost as frightening, she felt her body changing. That liquid heat she so feared and longed for was flowing, consuming, taking over her body. She felt her juices flowing in her pussy, making Big Daddy's romp better and better for him.

"Not the brightest candle on the super heroine cake, now is she?" Ashley said, laughing. "Good, it'll make it easier to train her."

"Train?"

"Yes, train you to be our perfect little fuck toy slave girl," Ashley said. "We've always wanted one, but never had this opportunity before."

The vision of Ashley dressed in shiny, tight black leather flashed before her mind's eye. Ashley with a whip. Ashley training her to be a perfect slave girl. She saw herself eagerly doing everything Aaron, Heather and the other board members had Brenda doing a week back -- licking high heels, eating pussy, corn-holing ass with her tongue, and of course, fucking Big Daddy on command

"Great Liberty, I can't stop…it," Ms Americana gasped, trying to suppress the climax her wicked thoughts caused to erupt. "Goddess, for…give…me….Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeee!"

"Yes, Big Daddy, you climaxed her," Ashley said. "That means her power belt is useless even if we give it back to her."

Ms Americana redoubled her efforts to escape. It was useless. She knew it. Without her power belt, there was no breaking free of the handcuffs. Indeed, even with her power belt on and at full strength, she only had s slim chance of breaking a pair of handcuffs. By both handcuffing and de-powering her, they had pretty much ensured her terrible fate.

"Who's your daddy, Ms Americana?" Big Daddy said. "Who is your daddy?"

"Answer him," Ashley snarled. "Or I will hurt you in a dark, horrible manner only another woman could do."

"So wrong," Ms Americana whispered, devastated by the climaxes. Worse, she was starting to build towards another, even bigger climax. She arched her back, unable to stop herself. It felt good. If felt so right. It was so scary. "We…I will work…out a deal with…oh….yooouuu."

"Who's your daddy?" he demanded, increasing the rate he was fucking her pussy.

Ashley reached down, grabbed both hypersensitive, erect nipples and TWISTED.

"Yeeeooowww!" she cried, and lost all self control, and another orgasm consumed her, body and soul. "Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggghhhhhhhh!"

"Who's your daddy?"

"You! You are my daddy," Ms Americana gasped. She was horrified. It just came out unbidden. Worse, she knew it was true. And then she lost it again. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, I've lost control of my body."

"Who's your daddy?"

"You're my daddy! You're my daddy!" Ms Americana cried, bucking uncontrollably, grinding her pussy into his pounding cock to milk every drop of pleasure out of it. "You're my daddy, Big Daddy. You're my big, big daddy!"

It was too much for both of them. Big Daddy erupted deep in her pussy. Ms Americana was ripped with the biggest climax of her life, leaving her spent and defeated, without the will to fight them.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Big Daddy slowly climbed to his feet after pulling out. It felt good to win one against the good guys. Ms Americana lay at his feet, her legs splayed wide, cum dribbling from her violated pussy, big fat tits jostling as she panted and a look of awe on her beautiful masked face.

"Stand her up," he said.

The Queen of Justice was dragged to her feet. Ashley stood behind her, holding her handcuffed arms. Big Daddy moved up close, until her naked 44DDs were pressed into his naked chest. He gave her a hostile look.

"Remember earlier? When you almost kicked my ass?"

"Yes."

THUNK!

Big Daddy's fist doubled the de-powered super heroine up. He pounded a left and right into the sides of her head, then had Ashley drag her up straight again by her silky black hair. Then he started beating her titanic tits from all angles.

"Uuuuuuuggghhhhhh! You can't do this to me!" she cried. "I'm the Queen of Justice! I'm Ms Americana!"

"Yeah, and your big fat tits make great punching bags," Big Daddy said. He became winded quickly. Not in very good shape, you know. "Ok, strip her while I photograph it. I want the world to see a progression of her being unveiled."

"You're going to expose my identity? You're going to unmask me?"

Big Daddy picked up an expensive looking digital camera. He checked the batteries, then turned to Ms Americana and started taking pictures. He photographed her from every angle, and especially liked taking pictures of her face and tits.

"Yes, we're going to unmask you," Ashley said. "Duh."

"Whether we tell the world your true identity will be up to you," Big Daddy said. "If you cooperate, do exactly as you are told, then we won't say anything. Disobey or run away, and we will tell everyone who you are."

"You can't blackmail Ms Americana," she said, horrified.

"Watch us," Ashley said, removing her earrings, then her choker as Big Daddy started taking picture after picture of them.

Next, Ashley unzipped both of Ms Americana's red boots, with the white stripe up the front and around the top edge. When Ashley reached up toward her face, Ms Americana stepped backwards. So Ashley grabbed hold of an erect nipple, held her in place and reached for her face. The sexy super heroine felt as if she would swoon, but Ashley reached up and pulled off her tiara first.

"Psyche, the legendary Queen of Justice is de-crowned, de-throned," Ashley said, and laughed. "You belong to us now, Ms Americana. You understand that now, right?"

"Yes," she said bitterly and dropped her eyes. She was defeated, de-powered and tamed. She was unworthy of being a super heroine. And when she was unmasked, they would own her body and soul. Her life would become a living hell of sex, degradation and debauchery. "I am defeated."

Ashley smiled, extremely pleased. She stepped behind Ms Americana, which surprised the shapely crime-fighter. She'd expected to be unmasked immediately.

"I want these gloves first," Ashley said. "The mask will be the last part of your costume to be removed. Sort of saving the best for last."

Wrists freed, Ashley quickly unlaced and removed the red leather gauntlet gloves. Then she pressed up to Ms Americana's naked back, while Big Daddy moved closer and closer to record the final nail in Ms Americana's super heroine career's coffin -- her unmasking.

Ms Americana's breath caught as Ashley reached around her and grabbed hold of the mask. The double sided tape held it on very good, so she had to tug to get it started coming off. Big Daddy moved closer, to get that ultimate close up.

Ms Americana panicked, and kicked straight up into Big Daddy's naked crotch. He dropped the camera just as Ashley ripped off the mask. He squealed like a stuck pig, his eyes crossed and the powerful billionaire dropped to his knees.

"Big Daddy!" Ashley cried, shoving Ms Americana aside.

The sexy super heroine, now completely stripped, turned and ran out the door. She didn't think either of the Vanderholms saw her face. They still didn't know her true identity. She raced out the way she snuck into the mansion, then quickly vanished into the night.

Back in the home office….

"Dammit, Ms Americana got away," Big Daddy groaned.

"Well, it isn't all bad," Ashley said. She held up the blue, star-spangled mask. Then walked over and picked up the shiny gold power belt. "Ms Americana is dead and gone without this. Now she's just a hot chick, with a hotter body. Nothing too terribly special."

Big Daddy took the power belt from Ashley. He walked over to his desk, picked up a sword-shaped letter opener. Slanting a wicked grin at his confused wife, the fat corporate raider savagely pierced the golden power belt beside the fastener, severing a couple lines. There was a spark, then nothing.

"And now the power belt is ruined, and she has no hope of ever regaining her lost super powers," he said. "Now, let's see about having this costume mounted and properly displayed."

The next morning Brenda was ordered to delivery the mail up to the CEO suite. Her former suite. She swallowed hard, and headed up. She was wearing a hot pink, sheathlike dress that showed off every curve of her spectacular body. He legs were bare, and stuffed into black calf boots that laced up the front. The dress wasn't her idea. Her boss in the mail room threatened to fire her if she didn't start dressing as told. That dress and five-one half inch heeled boots was his idea of proper dress for Brenda.

When she reached the top floor, she ran into her old personal assistant, Gretchen.

"Hello, Brenda," Gretchen said, scowling at her. "Nice dress. Have you resorted to turning tricks now?"

"Oh my Goddess! How dare you!" Brenda said. "I was your boss for five years. I treated you well, and paid you even better."

"Yeah, but Big Daddy has given me a big raise and the biggest bonus I ever received," Gretchen said. "I work for the Vanderholms now."

With that, Gretchen strode past and vanished. Brenda hung her head and headed for the suite of offices that was once hers. Her pride and joy. She found her old secretary still there. In fact, everyone that worked directly under her was still there, and looking happy and pleased. Happily serving her enemies.

"Ah, Brenda, long time no see," Amber said. The pretty blonde looked at the mail in Brenda's hand and pointed at the door. "Don't give it to me. Take it in yourself."

"Oh, okay," Brenda said dejectedly. She did NOT want to face Big Daddy and Ashley. But the second she opened the door, Amber coughed to get her attention. "Ah, remember? Big Daddy said you are not allowed past those doors unless you are crawling on all fours. So drop and crawl in, babe."

Trembling, Brenda slowly dropped to her knees. Amber made her hold the mail between her teeth and crawl into her former office. There was a look of cruel satisfaction of the faces of all the women of that office, all of which used to work for her, and she thought were loyal employees. Then Gretchen returned, paused when she spotted Brenda about to crawl into her old office, letters between her teeth, and shook her head woefully.

"Figures. Stupid slut," Gretchen grumbled and went to her office.

Tears rolling down her cheeks, Brenda returned to her office in utter humiliation and shame. Big Daddy and Ashley looked up from behind her old desk and smiled cruelly when she crawled inside. She slowly crawled to the desk, took the mail out of her mouth and placed it in the IN tray. Then she turned around and headed out. Ashley quickly cut her off.

"Where you going so fast, Brenda?" Ashley said. "Stay and chat."

She offered her hand and Brenda took it to be helped to her feet. She turned to face Big Daddy behind the desk, eyes downcast and hands clutched together before her.

"Have to say, I like your new fashion sense," Big Daddy said. "Could you find a tighter dress, a more clingy fabric?"

"My lecherous boss demanded I start dressing like this, or else," Brenda said, unable to suppress the bitterness. "He'll be banging my ass by the end of the week, I'm sure."

"I like the glossy pink lips and matching nails," Ashley said. "It gives you a softer, more feminine and vulnerable look." She ran a bold hand down from the small of Brenda's back and over her shapely rump bump. "I knew it. You are going commando. No panties, no bra."

"Take off the dress," Big Daddy said.

Brenda gasped. "No. That's an illegal order. It's not enforceable by law."

"Look at the wall behind me," Big Daddy said.

Brenda looked up and her knees almost buckled. Her Ms Americana costume was displayed in a shadowbox like display case, behind glass. From the top down -- tiara, mask, choker, bikini top, golden power belt, bikini bottoms and boots. To either side of the mask were red star earrings, and to the sides of the bikini top where her red gauntlet gloves.

"Huh? I ….," Brenda stammered, afraid they KNEW she was Ms Americana.

"We defeated and captured Ms Americana last night," Ashley said, then slapped the beautiful woman. "How DARE you send her after us?"

"Huh? But…I…I didn't," Brenda stammered, not sure what to say. They didn't know? She was still safe?

"It doesn't matter. We defeated her," Big Daddy said. He came out from behind the desk. But Brenda couldn't take her eyes off that most beloved costume on display like a battle trophy. They didn't care who knew. They were proud of defeating her. "Ms Americana is no more."

Big Daddy loomed menacingly before her. Brenda stepped backwards, but Ashley blocked her. The beautiful blonde wrapped her arms around the even more beautiful, raven-hair socialite. Brenda's baby blues went wide when Ashley licked her right ear from behind.

"We stripped her," Ashley said into her right ear. Her hands went up and grabbed Brenda's titanic tits, digging her long nails in. "Big Daddy fucked her good, and tamed her. She escaped, but we got her entire costume."

Big Daddy reached down and pulled Brenda's short, short skirt up over her well rounded hips. Her world began to spin and she moaned miserably. Seconds later he tugged her pussy lips apart and began to finger her very intimately. Ashley then pulled her dress down around her waist as well, so Brenda's 44DDs were bouncing enticingly before Big Daddy.

"She's nothing without that power belt. And since I've learned that Wade Research created it, and only gave one each to her and one to Flag Girl, I know she won't get another," Big Daddy said, send a cold chill of deepest dread and despair through Brenda. She'd pinned all of her hopes on recovering that power belt. Without it, her cause was lost. Ms Americana was truly lost. Brenda's knees buckled and Ashley held her up while Big Daddy rubbed her clit harder and harder. "Ha! I knew you'd be less than thrilled to learn the only super heroine in the city that still supported your super slutty ass was vanquished forever."

Brenda arched her back. A major climax appeared out of the blue at Big Daddy's ominous words. Ms Americana was gone. She was defeated in the most insidious manner, and vanquished from the field of honor.

<Is this my fate?> Brenda thought. <Am I destined to be Big Daddy and Ashley's fuck meat? Their virtual sex slut slave?>

The thought of really being a sex slave to Big Daddy and Ashley was too much from her mind and body. That major climax she was barely holding at bay, won the battle. Brenda threw her head back, arched her back and screamed.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she cried. "Help me. Someone please help me."

"I'll help you," Big Daddy said, and unzipped.

Before Brenda comprehended what he was doing, Big Daddy seized her shapely hips, lifted her up and impaled the beautiful billionaire on his big cock. Without thought, Brenda wrapped her long legs around his hips as he started fucking her.

"Listen to her moaning and groaning," Ashley sneered. "I KNEW Brenda was a natural slut, and we've released her upon the world."

"Please….feels….too good," Brenda gasped out, eyes suddenly wide.

"I think just one more climax, and she'll be tamed," Ashley said. Her words chilled Brenda to the bone, because she was thinking the same thing. The building orgasm felt like an earth moving climax. "Fuck her harder, and we'll have a new pet!"

"Oh, what is going on?" Gretchen gasped from the door. "Oh, Brenda!"

Caught, Ashley and Big Daddy jumped back and Brenda fell heavily to the floor.

"Oh, Gretchen," Ashley said, recovering first. "Brenda is such a little cock tease slut, I'm afraid she had us both wrapped around her little finger for a second there. Thank God you arrived to break her sick hold on us."

Brenda rolled to her knees, eyes downcast and tugged her clingy pink dress back into some semblance of order. Once she was covered, she crawled out of the office with all due haste, grateful to have escaped just shy of being finally and irrevocably tamed and claimed by Big Daddy and Ashley.

# # #

Brenda froze at the tiny sound coming from the darkness. The Executive Floor of Wade Towers, soon to be renamed Vanderholm Place, was dark and deathly quiet. It was just past midnight. Her mail room boss was sound asleep in his office after spending the evening fucking her every way he could imagine.

"I swear, I'll never get the taste of his foul cock out of my mouth," she said, scowling. "Or the stench of his groin out of my nose. He is one disgusting, rancid man."

Worse, Brenda had seduced him. It was easy. He was more than eager. After work she let it be known she would free for dinner, and he jumped on it. After a long, leisure dinner at a mid-range restaurant, they returned to his office. She said her fantasy was to get it while atop his desk. Apparently, his fantasy was to bang her atop his desk, too.

The beautiful, banished billionaire gave him everything he ever dreamed of, and some more his mind wasn't fertile enough to imagine. She gave him a Viagra, and ensured he fucked her in every orifice of her body, three times over, including titty fucking. Brenda fucked that old pervert until he passed out from exhaustion.

That left her inside Wade Towers after hours. After being stripped of her exalted position by the Vanderholms, she'd lost her after hours access card. Seducing her boss was the only way she could gain after hour access to the building. Unfortunately, they turned off the elevators after hours, so she had to climb the stairs all the way up, in five inch stiletto boots, and after almost six hours of nonstop sex.

Brenda eased up to the double doors of her old office. They were unlocked, so she pushed them open. The office was dimly lit, but the display case with her Ms Americana costume was lit up with a small spot light. The beautiful, raven-maned vixen paused to stare at it, her pretty nose crinkled. The audacity of them!

Brenda grinned wickedly, "I bet they pee themselves when they come in tomorrow and find it gone."

Ashley and Big Daddy thought they had vanquished Ms Americana, thought they had destroyed her completely. But once she had her costume and power belt back, they would know fear. They would know they made a serious error in judgment. They should've locked the belt up where no one could find it. Or dumped it miles offshore in the ocean. But by putting it so brazenly on display, for the world to see and go ga-ga over, they handed it back to her on a silver platter.

Ms Americana would rise out of the ashes like the legendary phoenix.

Running over to the display, she quickly lifted it up and down, then placed it on the vast desk. She heard a CLICK when she lifted the case up, and knew she'd set off an alarm. Security was on the way up.

Within seconds Brenda had the glass and wood case open. First thing, she put on her blue, star-spangled mask. Just in case someone came in she didn't want them to know Brenda was Ms Americana. Then she stripped off the hated pink sheath dress and removed the lace-up boots and stuffed them in the trash can beside the desk.

"Oh," Brenda gasped, hearing the elevator out in the lobby power on and start to rise. Security was coming. She only had moments left. "Great Liberty!"

The costume bottoms and top were pulled on next, then her red calf boots. Biting her lower lip, she watched the door as she tied the choker around her neck and put on her red star earrings. The tiara was next, followed by the red leather gloves. Then she heard the elevator doors open and the shout of angry men filled the air.

"Ms Americana is back," she said, and picked up the golden power belt.

Normally, after being fucked all the night, the power belt would be useless to her. But Brenda understood that, and had executed a desperate plan. After her boss passed out with sexual satisfaction and exhaustion, she had taken a vibrator into the ladies room and drove herself crazy with it for an hour. Long enough to fill herself with sexual frustration and need, because she did not allow herself to cum. Very close quite often, but never the prize. So she had more than enough pent up sexual frustrations to fuel the beloved power belt.

"Halt, thief!" a security guard shouted when he spotted her.

"Halt this," she muttered, and wrapped the belt around her waist.

As four security guards charged into the vast office, Ms Americana fastened the golden power belt around her narrow waist with a smug look on her beautiful, masked face. They saw what she did, and all came to a sudden stop.

"Well boys, looks like this party is…is…what?" Ms Americana said, and frowned. Where was that heady rush of power? She reached back to ensure it was securely fastened. If even one snap was undone, the belt wouldn't work. But as her hand slide along the belt, toward the fastener, she felt something frightening. "Great Liberty, Big Daddy destroyed my power belt! I've been de-powered forever!"

A cold, cold chill filled the Queen of Justice. Big Daddy knew the belt was destroyed. He knew she would never regain her super strength and endurance. He truly had destroyed Ms Americana, had vanquished Delta City's premier super heroine. The Queen of Justice was cast down from her lofty perch. Gone forever.

"I'm ruined!"

"Yep," one security guard said. "And you are under arrest. Hands up, Ms Americana."

"I don’t think so," Ms Americana said, scowling at them. Four puny security guards were no match for Ms Americana, with or without her super strength. "Out of my way, boys. I don't want to hurt you."

Ms Americana strode around the desk and headed for the door. The four security guards didn't back off, though. Instead they pulled their pistols and pointed them at her. Ms Americana gasped and stopped dead in her tracks, baby blues wide in disbelief.

"I can't believe you'd have the audacity to threaten ME with your guns!"

"More than threaten," one said. "Without your super powers, you have no protection from firearms. We can shoot and kill you now, bitch."

"Four pistols, so if you try anything ONE of us at least will shoot you," another said rather too smugly for her tastes. "So, Ms Americana, HANDS UP!"

"Oh! You….you….you VILE little men!" she cried, but lifted her red gloved hands up. "I'm Ms Americana, the premier super heroine in Delta City."

"But now you are just a pretty bikini girl robbing Mr. Vanderholm's office," a guard said. He holstered his pistol, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. The sexy super heroine's jaw dropped at the sight of those frightening cuffs. He stepped behind her, and pulled her arms back one at a time, locking them in those unbreakable handcuffs. "Lord, that felt GREAT."

They all laughed, then another walked over to the huge desk. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Mrs. Vanderholm? I'm sorry ma'am, but this is Vanderholm Place Security. I'm sorry to bother you and your husband, but we caught a woman breaking into his office," he said. He glanced at Ms Americana, who was gawking wide-eyed at him, pathetically pulling at the handcuffs restraining her. He nodded with a pleased look. "Yes ma'am, it is Ms Americana. Yes. She took the display down and dressed back up in her costume. No ma'am, she had no super powers. She said her belt was destroyed. Yes, ma'am, we'll hold her for you and your husband." He hung up and smiled evilly at the vanquished vigilante. "They are on their way. Tie her up tight."

"You'll live to regret this," Ms Americana said, being forced to sit in a straight back chair.

Her ankles were bound tightly to the chair legs, forcing her legs wide. Her handcuffed arms were pulled back over the chair's back, her elbows tied together, and then her arms tied to the chair. Then they wrapped rope around her narrow waist, securing it to the chair, before looping it up and around her upper body, above and below and between her 44DDs to emphasize them. And then the final insult, one of the guards produced a red rubber ball gag, and forced it between her teeth before buckling it behind her head.

"Mmmmppphhhhhh!" she screamed in rage and despair, struggling pathetically.

All too soon Ms Americana heard the elevator doors close out in the lobby, and the car begin to descend. The guards all began to grin evilly. Everyone knew what that meant. The boss had arrived.

Ms Americana began to struggle frantically when they heard that elevator began to ascend. The chair legs were clattering on the hardwood floor, and she was getting precariously close to tipping over. Then the elevator doors DINGED, and opened.

"Yes!" Ashley crowed with joy as the Vanderholms swept into the office, their intent eyes locking on wild-eyed Ms Americana struggling in vain. "Finally. You won't escape us again, my pretty."

Ms Americana froze, her baby blues locked by Ashley's look of pure triumphant joy and evil malice. The beautiful blonde was overjoyed. Big Daddy already had a woody tenting his white trousers. His look of triumph was much darker, much more LUSTY.

"Boys, you did good," Big Daddy said. "As a reward, you'll each be getting BIG bonuses. And, I think, we'll even give you a piece of Ms Americana's sweet pussy."

"After we've tamed her, of course," Ashley said quickly.

"Of course" Big Daddy said, and laughed. "That'll be all, boys, we'll take it from here."

Ashley closed the doors after the security guards left. Then she locked them. No one would be allowed to interrupt them. Ms Americana would not be allowed to escape, either. Not again. They'd learned their lesson.

Ashley paused to remove her long, ankle length coat, to reveal her wearing a white lace up corset, silver mini skirt, fishnet nose and white lace up ankle boots. She removed the skirt, to show garters from the corset held up the hose and that she was otherwise going commando. Her pubic hair was completely waxed off, displaying her wet, glistening bubblegum pink pussy perfectly.

She was carrying a white riding crop, too. Very wicked looking.

All the while, Big Daddy was setting up video recorders all around the bound super babe. Five cameras in all. They were immediately turned on, recording Ms Americana's final moments as a super heroine.

Once the cameras were ready, and Big Daddy had his big leather desk chair moved over to watch, Ashley stepped up in front of Ms Americana and assumed an arrogant, almost super heroine like pose. Except she was gently tapping her own chin with the riding crop as she looked her sexy captive over with relish.

"Long time no see, Ms Ameri-tits," Ashley said. "Say hello to my little friend."

With that, Ashley brought the riding crop down across Ms Americana's 44DDs.

CRACK!

"Uuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"That was a big Ouchie," Ashley said, laughing. Then her eyes narrowed to angry slits. "You hurt my husband, bitch. Hurt him bad. For that, you will PAY."

Ashley laid into Ms Americana with the wicked riding crop. Crack-crack-crack! She whipped every square inch, every bit of exposed flesh. After five minutes, Ms Americana's sexy, super shapely body was covered in angry red welts crisscrossed all over her luscious body, from neck to knees.

"Very nice," Big Daddy said. He stepped up to the statuesque super heroine, her head lolling around and she moaned pathetically. Ashley stood before her, her huge silicon chest heaving from the exertion, her bright eyes alive with wicked glee. He seized her hair on top of her head, and pulled her head up. Her beautiful eyes were rolled up, her masked and ball gagged face slack. The sight of it made his cock harden even more. He reached down and unbuckled the ball gag. Pulling it out of her mouth, he paused to admire her full red lips, slightly parted…so kissably glossy…and TREMBLING. So he leaned over and kissed her. Kissed her long, hard and demanding. To his surprise and pleasure, she quickly started returning that kiss. "Mmmmmmmm."

"Mmmuummm," Ms Americana groaned. Then when he released her lips, she whispered hoarsely, "Please….mercy…"

"No mercy for you, Americana," Ashley sneered.

"You escaped us one, but not again," Big Daddy said.

Ms Americana looked up into Big Daddy's unmerciful eyes. She licked her lips and swallowed hard. Then both Vanderholms stepped to opposite sides of her, slightly behind her. Three cameras were arrayed before the beautiful masked crusader. Her baby blues grew wider, understanding what was coming next.

"Great Liberty, this is so wrong."

"We won't make the same mistake as last time, bitch," Ashley whispered into her ear, then licked it. "Your unmasking will be well recorded."

"And first," Big Daddy said. "That way you can't ever escape us."

"Please…don't…," Ms Americana begged, her shapely body suddenly consumed with violent trembling. She cut her eyes to Ashley, then Big Daddy. "I'll do anything you ask. ANYTHING! I'll be your super heroine slave, and do you bidding without question….just don't unmask me."

"No," Ashley said, and reached for her mask.

Ms Americana started whipping her head around. She would not go down easy. Not like last time. But Big Daddy seized her head, and held on tightly. Within seconds her head was immobilized.

"Ha! Big Daddy, don't you realized what you are doing?" Ashley cried with delight. "You are MANHANDLING Ms Americana! I love it!"

Ashley straddled Ms Americana's lap, looked left and right to ensure those two cameras still had an unobstructed view, and then pressed her own spectacular body up against the super shapely super heroine. Two sets of big tits squashed together, Ashley began caressing Ms Americana's beautiful masked face. Then her glossy pink lips found Ms Americana's glossy red, and they sank in for a deep, sensual lipstick kiss that went on forever.

"Uuuuuu-Mmmmmmmmm," they groaned in unison, their luscious lips sliding allover each other, tongues taunting and teasing.

"Your surrender is even sweeter, more profound than Brenda Wade's, Ms Americana," Ashley said. She seized the bottom of the blue, star-spangled mask with both hands, thumb and forefinger under each baby blue eye. She kissed those warm, sweet lips again, and started to very slowly pull up on that legendary mask. "Your kisses are divine, and so submissive."

"Please…," Ms Americana begged, hot tears starting to flow.

Ashley licked a tear off as it rolled down the sexy super heroine's beautiful face then smiled smugly down at her. "No. I want to know who is behind that mask," Ashley said. "I want to know who we now OWN, body and soul." As the mask pealed off, revealing more and more face, Ashley gasped. "No! It can't be!"

"Aaaagghhhhh!"

"Oh my GOD!" Ashley cried, ripping the mask off the rest of the way. "BRENDA!"

"What?" Big Daddy said, gawking at the face revealed. "Brenda Wade was Ms Americana?"

"Wow!" Ashley cried. "My victory is complete! After all of these years of living in her shadow, I now OWN Brenda Wade!"
"Nnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooo!" Brenda screamed in despair.

"Tell me, Brenda 'Ms Americana' Wade," Big Daddy whispered viciously into her ear. "Do you want us to tell the world the truth? Then let you go? Or do you promise to be our absolute, our devoted and obedient sex slave?"

"I….I…," Brenda gasped, tears flowing as she looked back and forth between her oldest, most hated enemies and rivals. Her face flamed red hot, as she stammered her answer, "I…I….I d-don't …w-won't to….d-die. I will obey. I am your slave."

"Good choice," Ashley said, and claimed her lips again. "Mmmmm, victory is sweet."

THE END