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MS AMERICANA: GIRL HAS GOTTA DO

By Dark One

The Queen of Justice grimaced and tugged at her bound wrists. She'd been captured a number of times, and tied up most of those times, but no one had ever tied her like that. They had made her put her hands behind her head, then proceeded to bind her wrists to her neck with multiple coils of crimson rope.

Standing between two junior pimps, all muscle and attitude, she felt incredibly vulnerable. They were giving her shapely body lusty looks, and especially gazing hungrily upon her 44DDs.

"You won't get away with this, King Pimp," Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing as she slanted a hostile look to her left.

The huge pimp stood there grinning victoriously at her predicament. Her golden power belt rested in his hand. They were in the King of Pimps' throne room, high atop The Palace. His infamous brothel.

"In case you aren't paying attention, Ms Americana, I am already getting away with it," he said, and laughed. "You super heroines are all cut from the same bolt of cloth. The super heroines I captured before you all said the same thing. Lady Midnight has been whoring her fine brown butt for me these last six months, while Green Spectre, Spectre Girl and Azure Angel have been hooking for me for four months." He smacked his lips as he looked her red, white and blue bikini clad body over hungrily. "And just six weeks ago, I bought Flag Girl from slavers, and put her sweet round ass to work."

"You PIG!" she cried. "You sick, pathetic pig."

"That's not what Flag Girl calls me," he said. "She calls me MASTER. As will you by morning."

"Dream on, pimp," Ms Americana said contemptuously. "I am the Queen of Justice, America's premier super heroine. I am made of tougher stuff than my super heroine comrades and protégé. You will be sorely disappointed if you even try to tame me!"

"Boys," he said, and sat upon his throne and watched.

Ms Americana gasped when she was turned around to face one junior pimp, Mr. Cocks. He was slightly larger that King Pimp, at six foot eight inches of heavily muscled brute. She'd tangled with him many times, and tossed him in jail a few times, but never managed to run him completely out of town. But she did get him off the street and into the Palace, working for King Pimp. She wasn't sure that was an improvement.

From behind the sexy super heroine, the other pimp seized her patriotic bikini bottoms and yanked them down around her red booted ankles. JJ Rod was another pimp she'd chased off the streets and into the Palace as a junior pimp. She was sure he didn't appreciate it any more than Mr. Cocks. JJ Rod was smaller, at six foot four and two hundred-fifty pounds. A former Golden Glove boxer, he was as tough as they got.

"Oh!" she cried, when JJ Rod wrapped his arms around her chest, just below her 44DDs, and lifted her just off the floor. She felt her bikini bottoms fall away. Mr. Cocks grabbed her by the knees, and pushed them wide as he moved up close. Her baby blues grew wide as she noticed he'd dropped his pants, and a massive ten inch cock was rising up to introduce itself to her most intimate spot. "Oh, no! You can't do this to me! I'm Ms Americana, an icon of virtue and chastity."

"Chastity this," Mr. Cocks said, and thrust deep and brutally into her exposed pussy.

"Uuuuggghhhhhhhh! Oooohhhhhh, Great Liberty, what have you done?"

She was pushed up against Mr. Cock's massive chest and he wrapped his arms around her. He used his impressive bulk to PUSH her further down his monster shaft. She groaned and shook her head in denial, but there was no denying his lusts that night.

"You depraved brute," she groaned. Her treacherous libido suddenly came alive after so long oppressed and kept in subjugation to her superior will power. She felt a wave of heat wash through her, beads of sweat breaking out all over her shapely body. "You soulless pig."

"That ain't nothing, Ameri-whore," JJ Rod sneered into her ear, then thrust his hot, wet tongue into it. "Ever been double-teamed?"

"Huh?"

JJ Rod's finger slid down her butt crack, and found her super tight sphincter. She desperately pitched it off, using all her strength and will power to deny him that most perverted of pleasures. Mr. Cocks was well mounted, and nothing she could do to stop that, but she would NOT allow them to anal rape her. No way. Never.

"How?" she stammered, feeling his thick finger easily penetrate her butt hole. Then she realized he was using lubricant, like KY Jelly or something. Within seconds he was finger fucking her ass, that quickly turned into two, then three fingers. Then, in less that a minute, another ten inch cock penetrated the Queen of Justice's statuesque body. "Uuuggghhhh. You….you…..ooohhhh, piiiiiiggs."

Her back arched and her head rolled back onto JJ Rod's shoulder. She could not believe it felt that damn GOOD. She felt them inside her so profoundly she could barely think or breathe. As they fucked her, she felt their cocks growing slight bigger, thicker, harder.

<Harder to…uh….control myself…,> she thought desperately. <Could lose myself in…this. Must be strong.>

Ms Americana glanced over her shoulder at King Pimp, so smug and satisfied as he watched his greatest enemy and threat being royally reamed from two directions at once. And he was obviously growing horny. His foot long cock was rock hard and standing at attention as he watched his subordinates fucking her.

"I'm enjoying this more than you can image, Ameri-bitch," JJ Rod whispered into her ear, then stuck his hot, wet tongue in again. A wave of erotic heat washed through the statuesque super heroine at that. She gasped and groaned miserably. "I'm going to tame you tonight. I'm going to make you into the thing you fear most in this world -- a weak, helpless whore."

The Queen of Justice bit her lower lip and tried to be strong as a shudder claimed her body, and the butterflies in her belly tuned into liquid heat. So erotic and tempting. It would be so easy to just let go and enjoy the climax that threatened.

"I'm…I am….s-stronger than you," Ms Americana gasped out.

"No you're not," Mr. Cocks said, and doubled the rate he was pumping his ten inch cock in and out of her. She sucked in her breath sharply, her mile long legs suddenly going completely straight and in a wide "V" as her body reacted to the increased stimulation. "You are NOTHING without that golden belt, and I took it away from you."

"Great Liberty! I can't let them tame me!" she cried in desperation. She glanced over her other shoulder, toward the door. All around and above the door were flat screen HD TVs. The middle and largest was showing the two pimps fucking her. She was being filmed, and already knew it was a live feed to numerous pay porn sites. The other monitors showed hookers inside the Palace plying their illicit trade. She saw Flag Girl sucking a scrawny Hispanic man. Angela Grear -- formerly Lady Midnight -- was taking it up the ass from another Assistant D.A.. Axanna and Summer Morgan -- formerly Green Spectre and Spectre Girl -- were in a threesome with a vile billionaire lecher they all knew, despised and tried to avoid. Her resolve firmed up at the sight of them. She had to prevail, or they were all doomed to lives of absolute debauchery and humiliation. "They'll have my fine round rump hooking within the hour if I succumb to their insidious desires."

"That's the plan," JJ Rod laughed. "So far, so good."

Every captured super heroine prior to Ms Americana, including Lydia, had been fucked stupid on a live internet feed, forced to prostitute themselves as their super heroine personas, then unmasked at the end of their first very long day as a hooker. All on live feeds to pay porn sites. The sex industry perverts were making a fortune off their misery and degradation.

"Chauvinist pigs and miscreants," she breathed, then gasped. "I detest you all."

Both junior pimps were starting to gasp. They were trying real hard to outlast her. She doubted they realized how close she was to cumming. She couldn't believe it herself. It terrified her that if one or both might outlast her, because the climax was building and building since she was suppressing it.

<If I climax now, I deserved to be tamed and forced into prostitution,> she thought, knowing the men were both at the very brink of climaxing. <I am a superior woman, the premier super heroine in Delta City. If I cannot deny them, then I am not the woman I claim to be.>

Despite her brave internal dialogue, Ms Americana was very worried she would fail. She'd never known anything that felt so incredible. Her body craved that climax. Needed it desperately after being denied for so many years.

Suddenly, JJ Rod stiffened behind her. He thrust his cock all the way in, hard and demanding and held it deep inside her poop chute. Then he reached up and grabbed her 44DDs in a powerful grip and started spewing cum inside her.

"Aaauuuugghhh," she cried, wild eyed. It was almost too much to endure. "Great Liberty, give me strength!"

"I'll give you something better," Mr. Cocks growled, and shoved his whole ten inches deep inside her pussy.

"Please…no! Not at the same time!" she cried, feeling her orgasm push past her defenses, and begin that mad rush to climax. "Nnnooooo! Aaaauuuuuugggggghhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!"

Without thought, she gyrated her hips, thrust herself front and back, grinding against the invading cocks. Both pimps, invigorated by her actions, began pumping in and out of her with wild abandon.

"We did it!" JJ Rod cried triumphantly.

"Yes, we broke Americana," Mr. Cocks said.

Their awful words ran true in Ms Americana's ears. The effect was profound, releasing another pair of climaxes.

"Aaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" she cried, then gasped wide eyed, and climaxed again. "Uuuugggghhhhhhhh!" She looked up into Mr. Cocks terrible eyes, and new the truth, "Great Liberty, I've been tamed!"

The two pimps fucked her another ten minutes before their cocks went limp, forcing one climax after another from her super responsive body, to her great shame. She fell to her knees between them, gasping and trembling. Then when JJ Rod seized her soft, silky black hair and shoved his semi-hard cock into her mouth, the Queen of Justice accepted it meekly and began to suck and lick him clean.

After Ms Americana licked Mr. Cocks clean, King Pimp's top hooker walked over to the subjugated super heroine. Bethany Beavers was a former beauty queen turned Playmate of Year, turned hooker. She was a tall, gorgeous redhead. She was wearing black lace bra, thong panties, garter belt and hose. She finished off her hooker attire with satin opera gloves, dog collar and stiletto pumps.

Bethany fastened a dog collar round Ms Americana's slender neck, then removed the vanquished vigilante's top. She gave the leash a sharp tug and Ms Americana rose gracefully to her feet. The statuesque super heroine was forced to straddle King Pimp on his throne and press up against him.

"Nice tits," King Pimp said, and gave them a firm squeeze. "I knew they'd be real. Big, firm and real."

King Pimp buried his face in her 44DDs as his foot long cock rubbed wetly against her lower belly. She could not tear her mind off that cock, except when he nibbled on a nipple, or sucked real hard on one. Between her erotic thoughts and fear of his monster cock, and what he was doing to her titanic tits, Ms Americana's mind was in shambles. Then Bethany moved up behind her real close, and reached around to her pussy.

"Uuugghh," Ms Americana groaned as Bethany's insidiously inspired fingers found her engorged clit. "Bitch. You're helping them tame me. Why must you destroy someone as unique and important as myself?"

"Because you are too full of yourself," Bethany said. "So damn arrogant and superior to everyone else. I'm damn tired of your holier-than-thou attitude. Long past time to drag you down into the gutter with the rest of us."

After barely a minute, Ms Americana couldn't take it any longer. "Aagghh! Oh! Great Liberty, they are -- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Excellent," King Pimp said, grinning. "First, she gives me some relief, then we put her sweet round butt to work down on the super heroine floor."

Ms Americana sucked in a breath, preparing her overheated body for King Pimp's super sized cock. But Bethany pulled her back a couple steps, then forced her to her knees between his legs. The former playmate then took hold of the foot long black shaft and pulled the head down to Ms Americana's full red lips.

The sexy super heroine's mouth watered so bad she had to swallow twice, then she opened wide and wrapped her sweet lips around that thick shaft. He gasped and Bethany sighed, as Ms Americana took in eight inches right off.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, thinking, <A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.>

"Look at her go," Bethany said, blue eyes afire in carnal delight. "She broke faster than any of the others."

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall," JJ Rod said.

"True," King Pimp said. "From experience, the most stuck up women are the easiest to tame. They fight their own sexuality, their own needs and desires so long, denying themselves sexual pleasure, that when forced to have sex their self-image evaporates super fast to reveal the hidden whore begging to be released."

"That's certainly true with Ms Americana," Mr. Cocks said.

"Mmmm," Ms Americana said, all but lost in sexual bliss as she licked his huge balls. She licked her way up his long shaft, then let Bethany rub his cock head all over her face, before sucking it back down. She sucked him a good ten minutes before he ballooned her cheeks out with a truck load of cum, some of which spewed out around his shaft to dribble down her chin and onto her heaving 44DDs. "Huuummmmm."

A few minutes later, and Ms Americana was on her booted feet once again. Bethany untied her wrists, then ordered her to dress. It took only a moment for the Queen of Justice to pull her red, white and blue bottoms back up her long, shapely legs, and then stuff her 44DDs back into her strapless top. She was cleaned up and her makeup touched up.

"Time for you to go to work," King Pimp said, taking her leash.

"You can fuck me into submission and make me whore myself for your perverted profit and pleasure, King Pimp, but you won't get away with it," Ms Americana said as he led her straight into the elevator and pressed DOWN. Bethany joined them on the elevator. "If not Got Gal or Jungle Babe, or some other super heroine, then the people will get you. They love me. When they find out what you are doing to ME, then they will rise up and drag you down."

"No, they will high tail their butts over to the Palace to fuck your fine white ass," he said, grinning.

Too soon, the elevator door slid open. Ms Americana was led out without protest into the very cool air. The hallway stretched away into darkness in both directions. Her heart hammered and she struggled to breathe. The realization that she, Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice, was about to start turning tricks was solidifying in her mind. She really, TRULY was going to be a hooker, a whore. She was about to become the lowest, most pathetic form of life imaginable.

And the absolute worse aspect of it all -- she was not fighting tooth and nail to avoid it.

They turned left. King Pimp led her straight to a pair of thugs guarding a double door. A dozen men lounged around in the parlor between the elevator and the doors, with twice that many pretty young, and very scantily clad, women attending their every desire and craving. She recognized one of the patrons as the Chief of the Vice Dept. A pretty blonde was bouncing up and down on his cock. His eyes went wide when he spotted her.

"Jesus Christ! Is that really Ms Americana?"

"Yes it is, Chief Wessel," King Pimp said, coming to a stop to speak with him. He stood up, cock flopping in the wind. Ms Americana swallowed hard. "Fresh off the street, and freshly tamed. She'll be starting her new career in a few minutes."

Chief Wessel walked up to Ms Americana and lifted her chin with a finger. She glared at him defiantly, furious to see a vice cop patronizing a brothel. They had never gotten along. She even tried unsuccessfully as both Ms Americana and Brenda Wade to get his badge taken away.

"I will have your badge for this outrage, Wessel," Ms Americana snarled, baby blues flashing. "You're powerful friends won't be able to save you this time."

He laughed.

"You'll have my dick in your mouth, your ass, your pussy, first, Ms Americana," he said. His dark eyes danced with wicked glee as he looked her shapely body over, head to toe. "In fact, just about an hour back I had that sexy little sidekick of yours, Flag Twat. She REALLY liked it, too."

Ms Americana screamed in outrage and reached for his throat. Wessel blocked her hand, and punched her in the belly.

"Ooff!" She doubled up. "Uuugghhh."

"You are NOTHING without your belt, bitch," he snarled into her ear. And punched her in the side. "Nothing."

"Hey, now, she has work to do," King Pimp said, pushing the cop back a step. "Hit her again, and I'll shove your teeth down your throat."

He turned hate filled eyes on King Pimp, but backed up another step. Then he glared daggers at Ms Americana.

"We're not through, me and you, Americana," he said. "I got money, and guess who's sweet ass I'm going to be hiring for nasty sex?"

"Any sex with you has to be nasty," Ms Americana grumbled, trying to stand straight. She didn't like showing them any kind of pain or weakness.

Without further ado, King Pimp pushed open the double doors and led the sexy super heroine into the most exclusive area of The Palace. The Super Heroine Lounge.

Ms Americana knew this place existed. But until that night she didn't know where it was located.

Most of the women standing in the open doors were heroines from other cities. Their names and official photos of them in classic poses were attached to the walls next to the doors for customer reference. She'd never met the first five women she passed, all being costumed super heroines from other cities that had gone missing, then she saw a familiar face and costume -- Azure Angel.

"Yumi, meet Ms Americana," King Pimp said. "She's joined the team."

"Ms Americana? I'm so sorry," Azure Angel said, shoulder slumping. "I thought for sure you would…I mean…" She sighed dramatically and shrugged. "I guess I was just hoping you'd save us all. I guess not."

"Sorry," Ms Americana said, suddenly feeling ashamed.

Two doors down, Lady Midnight's door was closed. They could barely hear the rhythmic creaking of a bed, providing backup for a woman's lusty gasping and groans, then Ms Americana just made out Angela's sweet voice encouraging her john on. A chill ran up her spin, for she always thought both Lady Midnight and Assistant D.A. Angela Grear superior women, and Lady Midnight the second least likely to succumb to a filthy pimp, after herself.

<Now here we both are, whoring our sexy rumps for King Pimp,> she thought bitterly.

As they approached, Spectre Girl was negotiating with a pair of sailors. They agreed on payment, which she accepted and ushered them both inside. She caught Ms Americana's eyes just as she was turning to follow them inside. Her pretty face flamed bright red, she dropped her eyes and shuffled inside. The door closed.

Green Spectre's door was open. Axanna was sitting on her bed, pulling on her black boots. Her green costume was on the bed beside her and she wore her mask. Ms Americana noticed her nipples were rock hard. Then she noticed a trickle of cum dribbling from the captured super heroine's cunt and leaving a wet spot on the covers.

Axanna's eyes turned her way, and went wide.

"Oh no! Not you too!"

"Afraid so," Ms Americana said softly.

"De-powered and tamed, Ms Americana is just another sexy whore at The Palace," King Pimp said. "Hurry up and dress, Bethany has a special customer waiting for you upstairs in one of the bondage rooms."

"Yes, master," she murmured submissively.

He tugged on Ms Americana leash and they headed toward the very end of the hallway. The next room had a picture of Solar Woman, and the sounds of rowdy sex coming from behind the door. Across from that room was one with Glory Woman's picture and name. All women were named both as super heroines and their "real" names. It was no secret, since they'd all been unmasked on camera.

"Glory Woman is elsewhere tonight, tending to a very special client," King Pimp said, seeing where Ms Americana's eyes were at.

"Ms Americana?" a painfully familiar voice gasped. "Oh no, not you, too! We're doomed."

A large biker was leaving Flag Girl's room. He was the president of the Hell's Enforcers outlaw biker gang. And he looked extremely pleased with himself.

"Damn, you got Ms Americana her own fine self?" Darrel said. The big biker reached out and groped the helpless heroine. Then he grabbed her waist-length black hair and jerked her head back painfully. "I'll be back tomorrow with some of my boys. We'll take turns hiring you. We're going to wear that ass out, tomorrow."

"Kiss my butt, miscreant," she said.

"See you tomorrow, Ameri-whore."

The big biker laughed as he turned and left. Her enemies were beginning to learn her fate and finding obscene joy in the knowledge.

"Time to work," King Pimp said, seizing her by the dog collar and lifting her up on tippy-toes. He pressed his face close to hers, kissed her full on the lips, then grinned evilly. "Put on a good show, or else I'll beat Flag Girl senseless with a baseball bat. Pay per View, and make a bundle. Remember, it is all live on the internet."

"You really are a pig," she croaked out around a massive lump in her throat.

"You've been fighting prostitution long enough I trust you know the game, like what you have to do, what you can't do, and how much to charge for anything other than a straight suck and fuck."

"I'll manage," she whispered, wide-eyed. "Am I fifty dollars like the other girls?"

"Nope," he said. "Tonight, you are a cool thousand a shot. IN about a week, we'll have to drop it. But even Azure Angel gets a hundred per john."

With that, King Pimp lifted her bodily and THREW her across her new room. She bounced off the wall and fell onto a twin sized bed. It had clean sheets.

"Oofff," she grunted upon impact.

Ms Americana scooted to the edge of the bed and looked around, on her knees atop the bed. It was just a ten by ten room. The furniture consisted of a bed, one chair with small table next to it and a full length mirror. There was a stink and a toilet.

"Wow, very luxurious," she said, frowning.

Looking around, she spotted cameras next to the ceiling in all four corners. She suspected there were other cameras, too, filming every humiliating moment of her degradation. Then King Pimp did an odd thing, he pulled on a black wool ski mask, that covered his head and face, leaving only his eyes uncovered.

"I don't like your attitude," he said, stepped in and closed the door. He dropped his pants. "Time for a little attitude adjustment."

Ms Americana's body starting changing the moment she laid eyes on that naked cock. All twelve thick inches of it. She instantly became all tingly and hot, breathing became shallow and her mouth started to water incessantly.

"That won't be necessary."

"Oh, it's necessary," he said. "Remember, this is what pimps are best at. Putting their girls in their place."

"I know my place," she said, almost choking on the words.

"Which is?"

"In this room, making as much money as possible for you, my pimp," she said softly, unable to take her baby blues off that slowly rising black as night shaft. "So big….I mean, you'll stretch me out, and make it harder to please my johns."

"Too bad," he said. "Strip. Lay back and spread 'em wide."

"Great Liberty," she groaned, but obeyed. She quickly shed the skimpy bikini costume and laid back on the bed. Without further prompting, she spread her knees wide and licked full red lips as King Pimp crawled up on the bed and between her legs. "Oh, my."

Heart hammering, Ms Americana reached down and seized his huge dick. She started to guide him straight into her snatch. Just as that large, rubbery dick head pressed against her slippery wet pussy folds, she glanced at the door. It was still open, and Flag Girl was staring at her wide eyed and open mouthed.

He paused and captured her eyes. His look of victory fired up her libido even more. She felt so utterly helpless and vulnerable. She began to stroke his shaft, until he grinned and thrust with authority.

"Uuuggggghhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana cried.

"OH!" Flag Girl cried.

In one long, hard stroke King Pimp filled up Ms Americana's vagina. Filled it like she never knew it could be filled. Her red gloved hands clutched at his sides, her back arched and her legs wrapped around him.

"You are not just one of my girls, one of my whores, you are a sex slave," he said. "A slave. My slave. I OWN you, body and soul."

Ms Americana's luscious body was already so aroused from being tamed upstairs she could barely take it. The tiny cameras up in the corners of the ceiling looked huge to her, knowing they were broadcasting her ravishment to the four corners of the world as it happened. And the thought of that stoked her libido's blazing fires, pushing her ultimate humiliation closer and closer to being on an international scale.

"I'm your slave, master," she groaned. Then the climax hit her like a ton of bricks. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Someone snickered at the door. She slanted a bleary-eyed look over, and saw Chief Wessel watching with satisfaction. And she knew who her first PAYING customer would be.

"Oh, master," she groaned, feeling King Pimp's cock harden even more at her words. She started thrusting her hips, grinding her pussy into him. "Please tell me you will tame and claim me every night with that beautiful cock."

"I knew you were a whore at heart," he said.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Ooooooahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ms Americana did nothing to fight her climaxes. Indeed, she worked to experience them as quick and as many times as possible during her short time with her master. And she made it the best she could for him, too.

King Pimp fucked her in a dozen positions, over a thirty minute period before he flooded her pussy with cum. In that time, she had twelve climaxes. Also, Flag Girl was inside her room with a john by the time she finished, but Wessel was still watching and waiting.

"My turn yet," Wessel asked as King Pimp pulled out.

Ms Americana quickly grabbed his sticky wet cock and started licking and sucking on it. It was so big and drenched in her pussy juices and his cum it took a few minutes to clean up properly.

"You ready?" King Pimp asked Ms Americana.

She looked at Wessel, who was now also wearing a woolen ski mask. She frowned at him. She'd always found him a repulsive man. Now she had to submit to his perverse lusts.

"For you, master, yes," she said.

"Good answer," he said, then turned to Wessel. "She's one grand a fuck. I'll take it out of your payoff, if you like."

"Good," he said, eyes only for Ms Americana.

King Pimp grabbed his arm as he started to squeeze past into the room.

"If you touch her mask, I will break both arms," he threatened. "If you unmask her, or force her to tell her secret identity, I will KILL you." Wessel's eyes went wide. "I have a lot of people paying a lot of money to watch her being unmasked at a specific time tonight. Remember that."

"Dude, no problem. Chill out, man," Wessel said. "I don't really care who she is out of costume. I want to FUCK stupid the woman in the costume. I want to fuck Ms Americana, the Queen of Stuck up bitches."

"Then enjoy," King Pimp said graciously. "But hand her a hundred. I'll take the rest out of the payoff."

"Why?"

"I want it on tape her accepting money for sex."

"Cool," he said. Then turning to Ms Americana. "On your knees, whore."

<Great Liberty! What unholy indignities will I be forced to endure now?>

Ms Americana gnawed on her lower lip as she complied, sliding off the bed to kneel two feet in front of the masked vice cop. He closed the door and started to unzip.

"One hundred dollars, please," she said, wanting real bad to say his name. Bad things could happen to her if she spoke his name. Bad things would likely happen to him, too, but all her carefully laid plans could be destroyed if she didn't control herself at this time and place. Wessel grinned, and handed her five twenties. "Thank you."

The sexy super heroine turned hooker slipped the money under the mattress near the foot of the bed. She had to keep it safe, for King Pimp would blame her for losing it if she was robbed. Then she reached out and finished unzipping Wessel's pants.

"Oh, a big boy," she cooed sexily as his eight inch cock popped out. It was big, on average, but much smaller than King Pimp's. She wondered if she would even feel it. "Would you like me to suck it for you?"

"Duh, you dense bitch. Why else did I order you to your knees?"

She didn't answer. Ms Americana understood belittling and degrading her was part of the "fun" Wessel had paid so much for. Worse than being tamed by Mr. Cocks and JJ Rod's double team of her, worse than being fucked stupid by King Pimp on a live feed and worse than servicing the filthy vice cop on the take ready to fuck her, was knowing hundreds, thousands, maybe more, were watching it all, live, including many of her mortal and most despised enemies.

"A girl's gotta do…," she muttered, and took his cock in hand. It was rock hard, so she rose up on her knees and guided his cock towards her full red lips. "…what a girl's gotta do."

"You betcha you do, Ameri-whore."

Wessel had the most rancid stench to his genitals she'd ever smelled. He was a little sticky from his tryst with Flag Girl and the whore in the parlor. So she proceeded to lick him completely clean, cock and balls. He enjoyed it too much, in her way of thinking.

<I'm putting on too good of a show,> she thought, but realized she rather enjoyed the sex and couldn't stop herself. <They are right, I am such a wanton whore at heart.>

After the junior pimps and King Pimp twice, Ms Americana's statuesque body was hypersensitive to stimulation of any kind. Just knowing Wessel was going to fuck her was enough to set off the butterflies in her belly, and have a wave of erotic heat wash throughout her shapely body. Her mouth was watering before she started licking.

"Mmmmm," she groaned, hoping the vibrations of the hum would help excite him and get him to shoot his wad. Once he ejaculated her job was done -- whether in mouth, pussy, ass hole or mid air. "You taste good."

"You're a bigger slut than I imagined."

Ms Americana rolled her tongue around his cock head a long minute, moaning and groaning wantonly, until he was at the very edge of cumming. Then he came to his senses and pulled his cock away. Sweating and panting, he ordered her on all fours on the bed. Wessel crawled up behind her.

"Oh, master," she groaned, reaching back between her legs to guide him into her wet, aching pussy. But Wessel surprised her. He evaded her seeking hand, and shoved his cock up her butt hole. "Yyyeeeeeeeoooooooooowwwwwww!"

"I love to make them sing," he laughed.

"Oh, you bastard," she groaned. Taken by surprise, she was not able to prepare herself, even though JJ Rod had stretched her sphincter out with a much larger cock. But he quickly got a good stroke going, enjoying the way her firm round hiney jiggled like gelatin when he slammed into it time and time again. "Ooohh."

Wessel reached down and grabbed both tits in big hands. He pulled her up against him as he continued to bang her butt. He would stroke her tits a moment, then pinch and pull on the nipples, maybe give them a gentle twist, then stroke them again.

In no time it felt great to Ms Americana. Felt right.

"Still think I'm a bastard?"

"Yes," she groaned. "A filthy, stinking pig of a bastard."

"Want me to stop fucking you?"

"No."

"I didn't think so, you sleazy whore."

"Uuuggghhh," she groaned, rolling her head back onto his shoulder. Wessel took the opportunity to suck on her perfumed neck. To give her a hickey. Marked by him. But she didn't notice, because her body had changed, and a super climax was rolling down the mountain. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Oh! Oh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiieee!"

"Knew I could make you cum!" he cried. "Yes!"

The excitement was too much for Wessel, and he lost his load up her butt. She squeezed and gyrated her rump to milk him of every last drop, then he pulled out and offered up his cock. She hesitated, not sure if "clean-up" was part of the bargain or not. Not sure, she went ahead and licked him clean.

There was a customer waiting when Wessel left, all smug and triumphant. The middle-aged executive didn't take a full fifteen minutes before he too left, satisfied. Considering her price was one thousand dollars for roughly fifteen minutes of fun, Ms Americana didn't expect to have many customers.

She was wrong.

Word got out fast. The sexually sick and depraved millionaires were the first to arrive, cash in hand. Ms Americana took care of them all, one, two and sometimes three at a time. Once, she "hosted" eight men, who wanted to pass her around among them.

Before she knew it, the time was nearing two in the morning. THE designated time. The time King Pimp always UNMASKED his captured heroines.

"The moment of truth," Ms Americana whispered as she let out a john. The super rich college boy patted her rump and kissed her on the cheek, as if they were boy friend and girl friend. <Idiot.> "Later, sweetheart."

Flag Girl was standing in her door watching her with sad eyes. A quick glance down the hallway showed a woman in almost every door. She spotted all of her comrades, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl, Lady Midnight and Azure Angel.

"What now?" Ms Americana said, spotting King Pimp down in the parlor with Bethany.

"They are going to unmask you live on those horrid porn sites," Flag Girl said dismally.

"Will they allow you to be there?"

"Of course, I have no choice," she said, then cocked her head and frowned. "Why?"
"Because you have to be there. All the heroines do," Ms Americana said, starting to get nervous. "Time is everything tonight."

"Oh my God, what are you going to -- "

"Shhhh! They're coming," Ms Americana said. "Just stick close, and tell everyone to be ready for anything."

Men with the cameras that news crews used came down the hallway. Bethany was leading them, wearing a scarlet mask. She was fabulously attired in a scarlet evening gown of shimmering silk to match her mask, a fortune in diamonds and had a leash in her hand. Ms Americana reached up and touched the collar around her neck, that she'd forgotten about wearing. The beautiful redhead snapped the leash on, and smiled cruelly.

"Let's go, Ms Americana," Bethany purred. "Your master and your audience awaits."

"How thrilling," she said, face twisted with distaste.

Flag Girl fell in behind them. The sexy blonde sidekick whispered something to each of the heroines as they passed, all of whom then joined the growing group.

Ms Americana was led to the center of the parlor and ordered to kneel before four waiting cameras. King Pimp quickly joined her, looking very pleased and in control. The sexy super heroine wondered how much he expected to make that night, just by selling the right to watch her be unmasked live.

<How much is the destruction of a super heroine worth?> she wondered.

Once again, every villain they expected to be on camera that evening was wearing a mask. This time, King Pimp was wearing a face mask, though black, much like her own. He was also wearing a tuxedo -- white tie.

All the previously captured super heroines, all in full costumes including masks, were arrayed behind Ms Americana. Flag Girl was directly behind her, flanked by Azure Angel and Lady Midnight on one side, and Green Spectre and Spectre Girl on the other.

Ms Americana smiled.

"Ready to put on a show, Ms Americana?" King Pimp said, grinning down at her.

"Yes," she said, smiling back, but for a different reason.

Suddenly, he whirled around and started speaking to the cameras. He proved to be quite a showman, first going to each and every one of the previously captured and unmasked super heroines.

It was 2 A.M., and the moment of truth.

<Great Liberty, where are they?> Ms Americana thought, glancing covertly at the windows. Nothing out there.

"And now the ultimate prize among super heroines has been captured, the legendary Queen of Justice her own fine self, Ms Americana," King Pimp said, interrupting her reverie.

Bethany pulled Ms Americana to her feet. She then stepped behind her and pulled her hands back, and snapped handcuffs on her wrists. Ms Americana's blood froze. She wasn't expecting that to happen.

"For those of you on certain sites, you've had the privilege of watching Ms Americana's capture, taming and humiliation over the course of this evening. Yes, for those of you just joining us for the unmasking ceremony, the legendary Ms Americana was EASILY and quickly tamed, revealing her inner whore to one and all," King Pimp said, laughing. She felt her face heat up, but held her head high. "After we fucked her into submission, we put the so called Queen of Justice to work in a brothel, and she participated in that unsavory activity with wild abandonment. WHAT A WHORE!"

They all laughed. Except for the other heroines.

"Some of you have already seen her legendary 44DDs!" he cried, and ripped off her top. She felt her massive mammaries drop and jouncing enticingly before the cameras. To her shame, her nipples were rock hard and dark pink with blood flow. Bethany reached around her and pinched both nipples, causing Ms Americana to yelp and jump. "A lucky few in a brothel in Delta City even got to play with those sweet puppies."

Bethany raked her long nails down across Ms Americana's tits. If not for the satin opera gloves she wore, those nails would've done her a number. Anyway, she left four red welts across each tit. But that was a distraction tactic, because Ms Americana didn't realize until too late that Bethany's hands were headed south. Way south.

"Great Liberty!" she gasped, as Bethany's hands plunged under her bikini bottoms. A second later the former Playmate of the Year was massaging the sexy super heroine's engorged and super sensitive clitoris. "Uuugghhhhhuuuummmm!"

"As you can see, Ms Americana's hidden whore isn't so hidden anymore," King Pimp chuckled. She rolled up on her tip toes and arched her back. Within seconds Bethany had her panting like a bitch in heat -- and she WAS horny as Hell and about to explode with another climax, too. "This ultimate super heroine is proving to be the ultimate super whore, with a super libido and super sexual appetite and endurance."

"Super Slut," Bethany said. "Just look at her."

"Great Liberty, I … can't….stop…IT! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Ms Americana's super sexy body convulsed and she savored her latest orgasm a long moment before she remembered her predicament. Bethany released her, and the statuesque super heroine fell hard to her knees.

"Shall we see who is hiding so cravenly behind that mask for so long?" King Pimp asked the cameras.

"Wait!" Ms Americana cried, panicking.

Bethany dropped to her knees behind the voluptuous vigilante, and promptly reached around and seized her legendary titanic tits. Ms Americana was surprised, and gasped. The men behind the cameras, facing Ms Americana, all smiled the hungriest smiles she'd ever seen. It sent a chill up her spine.

"No more waiting," King Pimp said. "The moment of truth is NOW."

Bethany reached up and seized the edge of Ms Americana's blue, star-spangled mask. The stunned super heroine froze, mind going completely blank. If she was unmasked, there was no saving her. She would be doomed. Vanquished once and for all time.

"Meet the sniveling wretch behind the legend!" Bethany cried, starting to pull off the mask.

BOOM!

Screams erupted.

KA-BOOM!

Smoke filled the room. The force of the explosion smashed Ms Americana to the floor. Bethany was pulled away from her as well, her the super heroine's mask in hand.

"I'm unmasked!" Ms Americana cried.

The smoke burned at Ms Americana's eyes, but she managed to squint and look around. Bethany was unconscious a few feet away. The camera men had all been knocked down and were staggering to their feet. People were shouting and screaming.

"Halt, vile miscreants!" Champion Girl cried from the North window.

Flag Girl pulled Ms Americana's mask out of Bethany's hands, then kicked the top slut in the face, before hurrying over to her mentor. Ms Americana sighed gustily when Flag Girl pressed the mask back onto her face, even if it was a bit askew.

"You're all under arrest for trafficking in white slavery!" Got Gal called from the South.

Ms Americana smiled to know her plan worked. A little too close for comfort, but it worked. Now they had to hustle all the captured heroines out before the pimps and riff-raff rallied.

"Got Gal, get everyone out of here!" Ms Americana cried, struggling to her feet.

"On it," the gorgeous blonde super heroine called. "Got Chic, go!"

As Ms Americana looked to the south, she saw Got Chic fly out the shattered window. She was wearing a thick, strong harness to which multiple ropes were attached. A newly freed super heroine clung to each rope.

Both Champion Girl and Got Gal wore similar harnesses. The remaining super heroines were being divided up between them to be carried to freedom.

"Quick, go to Champion Girl and get a rope," Ms Americana said. "Got Gal will take me."

"I don't want to be separated from you again," Flag Girl cried.

"Do it!" she snapped. "Now!"

Flag Girl squealed like a school girl as she leapt up and raced to Champion Girl. She seized the last rope and Champion Girl winked at Ms Americana, and flew away, trailing frightened former super heroines.

Ms Americana hurried to Got Gal, who was waiting.

"Sorry, sweet thing, but no more ropes," she said, shrugging.

Ms Americana stared at the waiting super heroines, each clutching a freedom giving rope. There were more than expected. Both Got Gal and Champion Girl were carrying two per rope. The maximum.

"Then go without me," Ms Americana said. "Hurry!"

"I don't think so," Got Gal said, and grinned. She held her arms wide. "Gimme a big hug."

"What?"

"I'll carry you in my arms."

"Oh," she said. She pressed up against the statuesque blonde. 44DD's pressed against 44DDs. "Are you sure?"

"Watch me," Got Gal said, grinning.

They wrapped their arms around each other and Got Gal lifted off the floor, and flew out the window. The other heroines gasped and whimpered, their spirits beaten and fucked out of them. After a long moment, when they realized they weren't all plunging to their deaths, some of them gave embarrassed laughs.

The three super heroines capable of flight headed West, across the city and then out into the country. In no time they landed at a small airport. Half a dozen Lear jets were waiting.

"What's this?" Flag Girl asked.

"Witness protection," Solar Woman said, grimacing. "Our secret identities are known, so this is the only way to save us from our enemies."

"I'm afraid so," Ms Americana said. "Either this, or back to the brothel."

Government agents were already herding the pretty young women onto jets. They were not interested in waiting for long farewells. Ms Americana and Flag Girl had one last teary-eyed embrace and the sexy blonde was ushered into a jet. Within minutes all the jets were gone, leaving Ms Americana, Champion Girl, Got Gal and Got Chic standing on the tarmac.

"It must've been terrible for you," Champion Girl said to Ms Americana. She made a disgusted face. "I don't think I could've pulled it off. Ugh, to be violated by such vile men."

"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do," Ms Americana said.

THE END