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MS AMERICANA: HOSTILE TAKEOVER

By Dark One

“Well…well…well, what do we have here, Flag Girl?” Ms Americana said.

The six foot one, 38G-25-39 super heroine stepped out of the deep shadows and into the pool of light. Her spectacular body was barely covered in a strapless, red, white and blue bikini costume, with red calf boots, matching gauntlet gloves, blue choker and star-spangled, blue mask hiding her secret identity. Her legendary costume was finished off with a golden tiara above her mask and a matching power belt around her narrow waist, that unleashed her natural Aphrodite super powers. She casually flipped long, silky black hair over her shoulder before striking a sexy super heroine pose for the startled criminals.

“Looks like someone’s up to mischief, Ms Americana,” Flag Girl said, grinning smugly as she stepped out of the shadows to strike a pose beside her sexy mentor.

The perky sidekick was not as tall or impressively built as her raven-maned mentor, but the stunning blonde still took your breath away. The pigtailed nineteen year old beauty wore a blue mask and choker, blue star-spangled top with a big round cutout over her deep cleavage, while her short-shorts were red and white striped. Her stiletto calf boots were red, and her gloves blue. The patriotic themed super heroine finished off her costume with a golden power belt like her mentor’s.

“Ms Americana!” Big Daddy Vanderholm gasped, wide-eyed.

“Flag Girl!” his beautiful wife Ashley cried. “Where did you come from?”

“From a good, loving and supportive home?” Flag Girl quipped.

“Stick ‘em up, or we’ll shoot,” one of the two drug smugglers dealing with Big Daddy and Ashley said, pulling a revolver.

Ms Americana and Flag Girl glanced at each other…and smiled.

“Go ahead. Pull the trigger, boy,” Ms Americana said, sneering. “Pull the trigger so we can tack attempted murder on the charges, and really send you away for a long time.”

The two smugglers were tall, gangly Hispanic men. They both snarled and started shooting. The sound of the two pistols echoed loudly in the narrow confines of the back alley. Big Daddy and Ashley each ducked and covered their heads with their arms, as if that would protect them from bullets. Ms Americana just shook her head woefully.

“Tsk. Tsk,” the shapely Queen of Justice said. “I have to give you props for trying, though. But you nasty criminals never learn, do you?”

“We’re protected against bullets, morons,” Flag Girl said, annoyed by the loud gunfire.

One of the Hispanic men snarled and leapt at Ms Americana. She casually flipped him over her hip. Flag Girl charged the other smuggler while Ms Americana turned on the first. Standing over him, smiling down at him as he sat there with his head spinning. She glanced over her shoulder at Big Daddy and Ashley.

“You two stand fast. I’ll deal with you in a second,” Ms Americana said.

While she was distracted, the smuggler at her feet rose up on his knees and slammed his fist into her cunt. She clutched at her pussy with both hands, as she bent over with pain. He grabbed her top between her silky, fat tits and punched her in the chin with his other fist. She fell back, losing her top in the bargain.

“You got her on the ropes!” Ashley cried. “Take Ms Americana out!”

The sexy Queen of Justice stumbled back against a cold brick wall. The smuggler was up and on her in a heartbeat. He immediately started using her exposed tits at punching bags. Then he kneed her in the cunt, forcing her to bend over against him. So, smirking victoriously, he reached around her to unfasten her all-important power belt.

“I don’t think so, buster,” Ms Americana growled, feeling his hands fumbling with the hard, tight snaps. She grabbed his bulging crotch with a powerful right hand, and SQUEEZED. He screamed in agony, and she whipped her head straight up into his chin.

“Ugh!” he cried, falling away.

“You okay, Ms A?” Flag Girl said, walking up. The other smuggler was down, dazed and mumbling incoherently. The sexy sidekick picked up her mentor’s top and handed it over. “Here.”

“Don’t bother putting it back on,” Big Daddy said, his piglike face twisted into a grotesque grin of evil.

“Oh?” Ms Americana said with superior airs, as she and her protégé turned to regard the hated couple coolly.

“Fuck this,” one of the smugglers said. He grabbed the suitcase of money and took off running. At the same time, his partner grabbed the suitcase full of drugs and took off after him.

“Hey!” Ms Americana and Flag Girl cried out together.

Before they could move, though, arms came out of the dark, slipped through their arms and pulled them back. Their eyes went wide as wet clothes were pressed over their noses and mouths from behind.

“Those idiots took both the money and our drugs!” Big Daddy cried. “They double-crossed us before we could double-cross them. I hate it when that happens.” Then the obese billionaire turned to regard the two all but helpless heroines quickly succumbing to the heady fumes of chloroform. “And I blame you two busty busybodies.”

“Uuugggghh,” Ms Americana groaned, her baby blues starting to flutter and her hand finally relaxed enough for her top to drop to the ground.

“I’m feeling all tingly inside, Big Daddy,” Ashley said breathlessly as she watched first Ms Americana, then Flag Girl slowly lose consciousness.

“Good for you,” Big Daddy growled, still looking down the alley after the long gone smugglers. “That was the last of our ready cash. We’re in a world of hurt now, baby. Thanks to these two super moron sluts.”

Big Daddy was desperate. Thanks to Brenda Wade and her “socially conscious” friends he was on the verge of bankruptcy. His answer was to buy and distribute drugs to pick up lots of quick cash. He just needed a little time, some investment capital and a smidgeon of luck. Ms Americana just kicked all of his options to the curb, maybe insuring his ultimate downfall.

“Think about it, honey, Ms Americana and Flag Girl are Brenda Wade’s best friends,” Ashley said. “We can get back at Brenda through them.”

“Hey, maybe we can ransom them back to Brenda, forcing her to back off and give us a chance to recover our fortune,” he said.

Ashley waved away the chloroform cloths, then lifted Ms Americana’s chin to look her over critically. “I can’t wait to see those sweet lips sliding up and down your thick shaft, Big Daddy.”

“I bet she’s a total lesbian slut, too,” Big Daddy said, finally becoming aroused by his unexpected bounty. “Imagine how sweetly she’ll eat you out, baby.”

The big blonde grabbed Ms Americana’s naked 38Gs and started squeezing, pinching, sloshing around those massive melons with glee. After a few minutes, Ms Americana started showing signs of waking, so she quickly pulled her thong bottoms down her legs. Then she stripped Flag Girl out of her top and bottoms.

“Party time, Big Daddy,” Ashley said.

“I want Americana first,” Big Daddy said, pushing his much younger trophy wife aside. “You make out with Flag Twit.”

The sixty-something billionaire seized Ms Americana’s beautiful, masked face, and kissed her full on the lips. Kissed her long and hard, demanding and getting all he wanted from her. During that kiss, Ms Americana came fully to her senses.

“Uuugghhhh,” Ms Americana groaned, horrified to find his tongue thrust into her mouth. Worse, she’d instinctively returned the kiss and was sucking on his tongue like the slut so many evildoers accused her of being. She stopped sucking on the tongue, and was about to try and twist her face away to end the kiss, when he released her face and grabbed two big handfuls of fat titty meat. The jolt of intense pleasure that ripped through her spectacular body took what little breath she had, sending her already dazed head to spinning out of control again. “Uh. Mmmmm.”

While his lips returned to slide all over hers again, sucking, licking, kissing, one hand continued to grope her titanic tits and the other dropped down between her silky thighs. Big Daddy’s fat fingers pushed past her pussy lips, and penetrated her most intimate spot. That sent a jolt of pleasure ten times more intense than what came from her tits moments before.

“Uuugggghhhhh. Mmmmmggghh,” she groaned into his mouth.

Ms Americana was just coherent enough to understand her predicament. The chloroform had utterly shattered any pretense of internal defense, leaving her vulnerable and open to exploitation. Her legendary self-control was gone. Her traitorous body enjoyed what he was doing too much, and that pleasure was keeping any chance of recovering her self-control at bay.

The statuesque Queen of Justice just needed a little time to recover. Mere seconds might be enough. But Big Daddy was full of victorious ardor, and wanted to claim his sexy prize immediately.

“Force her to her knees,” Big Daddy said upon finally releasing her lips, tits and pussy.

While Big Daddy’s big, burly bodyguard, Homer Barrett, pushed the chloroform-weakened super heroine to her knees, the obese billionaire unzipped and pulled out his long, thick cock. Ms Americana didn’t have more than five seconds to consider her options before that cock was thrust up against her full, glossy lips. She started to clamp her mouth shut, but Homer yanked her head back by her hair, pulling a started cry from her. Big Daddy exploited her suddenly open mouth, and watched with wicked glee as his dick penetrated her glossy red lips, pushing deeper and deeper as her baby blues went incredulously wide.

“Glg. Ngh. Uggh.” Slurp! “Mmmmggh. Glk. Ngh. Mmmmm.”

While she knelt there, instinctively sucking hard on her enemy’s fat cock, Homer continued to pin her arms back while his free hand roamed boldly between her fat, bouncing tits and her sopping wet cunt. Sucking cock was sexy enough for the oversexed super heroine, but Homer knew how to please a woman’s body. He pushed all of her buttons, perfectly. Within seconds Ms Americana was panting hard through her nose, as she felt the liquid heat melting her stunning body, and a mega climax building up super heroine fast.

Suddenly, Homer applied intense attention to her hyper sensitive clit, as she looked up into Big Daddy’s triumphant eyes and felt his cock convulse and hot cum filled her mouth. It was more than the Queen of Justice could handle, and that threatening climax exploded.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Big Daddy squirted a big helping of cum into her mouth, which she swallowed while coming hard. Then he pulled out and beat off in her face. One. Two. Three more squirts of hot, sticky cum splashed across her forehead, nose and finally lips.

“Great Liberty, I’ve been defiled!”

Ms Americana glanced at her sexy sidekick. Poor Flag Girl was on her knees, intensely eating Ashley’s pussy. The thirty-one year old bleach blonde beauty was coming hard and long, soaking the perky protégé’s beautiful masked face with girl cum.

“Let’s finish them off, and take them home for some sexy video-taped bondage fun,” Big Daddy said, smacking his lips. “We’ll make a fortune selling videos of their debasement.”

Ms Americana and Flag Girl were pulled to their wobbly feet and stood before Big Daddy as he tucked his limp dick back into his pants. Ashley took the opportunity to step before Ms Americana, reach down and start rubbing her overactive clit. It took all of ten seconds to bring the once haughty super heroine to a screaming climax.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Such a slut. A genuine SUPER slut, too,” Ashley sneered down at the bent over super heroine, whose body was visibly quaking and trembling from the forced climax. She then traced the edge of Ms Americana’s mask with one perfectly manicured finger. “Hey baby, I assume by that statement about ‘finishing them off’ you meant unmasking them.”

“Absolutely, Sweetpuss,” he said, patting Ashley’s firm round butt. He saw Ashley’s finger slip under the star-spangled mask, and through an eyehole. Ms Americana’s baby blues went wild. She gasped and froze. Ashley started slowly pulling the mask away, but Big Daddy stopped her. “No. I want to unmask Ms Americana. You can unmask Fat Tit Girl afterwards.”

“Fine,” Ashley said, clearly miffed.

“Well…well…well, what do we have here, Flag Girl?” Big Daddy said, using Ms Americana’s own words against her. He locked eyes with the Queen of Justice. What could be more arousing than Ms Americana’s full red lips trembling? “After I unmask you, Ms A-hole, you two super bimbos will be blackmailed into helping me take down that meddlesome Brenda Wade. Wade and her goodie-two-shoe busybody friends have pushed me to the brink of bankruptcy. I will pay her back tenfold, with your unwilling help.”

“Like hell you will,” Ms Americana said, then head-butted him. As he cried out and fell back, the sexy super heroine kicked both feet straight up and over, the force of which pulled her entire body up and over Homer who was unprepared for such a move. A move only a super heroine could pull off. Landing behind Homer, she immediately kicked up between his legs, the pointy toe of her red stiletto boot crushing his big balls. “Take that, Homer!”

Ms Americana turned and cried, “Duck!”

Flag Girl bent over, and her sexy mentor kicked the other bodyguard’s face. Danny released Flag Girl as he stumbled back into the wall, bounced off and was struck by Ms Americana’s follow up roundhouse, right in the face again. He dropped like a rock. Meanwhile, Flag Girl punched Ashley in the chin.

As Big Daddy and Ashley stumbled away, Homer guarded their back against the super heroines. Homer was hurting badly, but after forced climaxes, neither super heroine was at full strength either. Orgasms effectively depowered them. Their super power depended, was fueled by, pent up sexual frustrations. Neither sexy super heroine had much in the way of pent up frustrations at that moment. Homer pulled a switchblade, and Danny started to rouse.

Then they heard other feet running their way. The miscreants of Delta City were coming to claim their part of the sexy crimefighting duo. Scowling Ms Americana and Flag Girl were forced to retreat. Worse, Homer refused to allow them to recover the lost portions of their costumes.

“Mark my words, you will pay for this insult, Homer,” Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing. They turned and ran away into the darkness. Minutes later, they were inside the Americana Mobile. “Flag Girl, we had a little setback tonight, but learned something very valuable. Big Daddy’s on the financial ropes, his fortune is vulnerable. I think we need to perform a move from Big Daddy’s playbook, and do a Hostile Takeover of Vanderholm Industries. That will quickly force both Big Daddy and his company into bankruptcy.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

One month to the day…

Brenda Wade marched into the Vanderholm Industries boardroom. Big Daddy sat at the head of the table, with Ashley standing to his left rear, like the arm candy she was. Both wore all white, which was their way. Big Daddy in his trademark white suit and black tie, Ashley in white corset dress, mini-skirt, and stiletto pumps.

Brenda wore power red: sports jacket over silk top, above the knee-length skirt, black hose and red stiletto, strappy pumps. Her silky, shimmering black hair was pulled back in an elaborate French braid, with the glasses she didn’t need perched precariously upon her perfect little nose.

“How dare you come in here!” Big Daddy cried, as the rest of the board gasped.

“I have every right to be there,” Brenda said, smugly. “I just bought a twenty percent share of this company. That makes me the second largest shareholder, and that gives me certain rights.”

“You bought into Vanderholm Industries? Why?” Ashley said, indignant more than alarmed.

“Because I am making a HOSTILE TAKEOVER bid,” Brenda said, baby blues narrowed as she watched Big Daddy gasp. She threw a folder down. “Read it and weep, miscr…gentlemen. It’s all legal, and soon I’ll own this company.”

All Big Daddy could do was stare open-mouthed at her. Ashley started shaking with humiliation and anger. Brenda grinned at her lifelong bitter rival. Ashley never defeated her. She always eventually triumphed over the beautiful blonde.

“I’ll kill you!” Ashley cried, charging Brenda.

“You’ll try,” Brenda said confidently, waiting patiently as the blonde raced at her. Then as Ashley reached her, and reached for her throat, Brenda seized her wrist and flipped the startled beauty over her hip and atop the board table. Ashley hit the unyielding table so hard, face up, that her big silicone tits popped out of her too low cut corset top. She moaned and groaned, lifted her knees, and then spread her legs so wide her skirt rode up and she revealed to the world she was running commando. “Good idea, Ash. Soon your old, fat husband will be broke, destitute, so you need to ADVERTISE for a new sugar daddy. Show them what you have to offer, girlfriend.”

Laughing, Brenda turned on a tall stiletto heel, and marched out of the boardroom.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Brenda basked in the attention. Her well publicized takeover bid against Big Daddy was all the talk of the social and business scene for the past two weeks. Everyone clearly saw that Big Daddy was struggling, his once iron grip weakened and slipping fast. His maneuvers to save himself and his company were all backfiring, weakening him further and faster. She estimated he would last maybe another week, tops. Then Big Daddy would slither away, never to be seen or heard from again.

She watched her beautiful blonde ward a long moment. Lydia was having a grand time at the charity ball. The nineteen year old coed wore an electric blue, shimmering gown, silver stiletto sandals with straps crisscrossing halfway up her shapely calf and a fortune in sparkling diamonds and sapphires at wrists, throat and ears. Her long, silky hair was loose and bouncing all around as she danced her little heart out with every boy in the room.

Brenda had danced more than a few times herself, though she preferred the slower songs. She was stunning in a pure white silk strapless gown, really showing off her spectacular rack and shoulders. Matching opera gloves and satin stilettos accessorize her outfit, topped off with a cool five million in diamonds at ears, throat and wrists. Her waist-length ravenwing mane shimmered down her back to her tiny waist.

The song ended, and she saw Lydia head for the ladies’ room. Brenda started to look around, when out of the corner of her eyes she saw what she thought was Big Daddy’s bodyguard, Homer, enter the short hallway behind Lydia. She had to be wrong, but her heart rate tripled.

“Better safe than sorry,” she muttered, setting her martini down and hurrying toward the hallway to the bathroom. The hallway was empty, so she pushed open the ladies’ room door. There were four beautiful young trophy wives touching up their makeup, and four empty stalls. Now her heart really was hammering. Turning back to the hallway, she spotted the men’s room door, and another door. “Where could she be?”

Brenda started for the men’s bathroom, when she heard, “Uuuggghh” from the other side of the third door. It sounded like Lydia.

“What’s going on here?” Brenda demanded, as she pushed open the door. She found herself in the kitchen, bustling with activity. Tuxedoed waiters were rushing in and out, shouting orders and urging more haste from the cook staff. The cooks looked put upon and harried, but worked with efficiency. Just inside that side door she entered through, she spotted Lydia. “What the hell?”

Lydia was on her knees, eagerly sucking Homer’s thick cock. He just smirked at Brenda, with one huge hand buried in Lydia’s soft hair as he urged her to greater efforts.

“She’s good, Brenda,” Homer said, and groaned. “This girl’s got real talent.”

“How dare you! I’ll have your balls for a bracelet for this outrage!”

The door slammed behind her. Big Daddy stepped up to one side of her, Ashley to the other. Big Daddy cupped Brenda’s sweet round butt and Ashley pushed something up to her nose. Brenda saw and heard Ashley snap a capsule, and the rosy scent of Ultra Bliss filled her nose, then her senses. Ultra Bliss was the most powerful aphrodisiac known. Made from the mother’s milk of super heroines, from women with the Aphrodite gene, it was especially debilitating to other women with that accursed gene. Brenda was one such woman.

“Ugh. Oooooh,” Brenda groaned, raising the back of her right hand to her spinning forehead. Her entire body first felt incredibly relaxed, then it filled in intense erotic heat. The sexy billionaire went from stone cold angry to uber hot and horny in three seconds flat. “I must be…strong.” Her baby blues fluttered open, taking in what Lydia was doing to Homer, and Brenda groaned with need. “Oh, please, can I suck you too?”

“Wait,” Ashley said, grabbing her arm before Brenda could drop to her knees and start licking Homer’s balls while Lydia sucked his dick. She looked at Ashley. Her old rival smiled with wicked glee, then unzipped Brenda’s gown. The shimmering silk gown flowed sexily over her spectacular curves as it flowed to the floor. Brenda was left in lacy, strapless bra and thong panties. “Remove the bra and panties, and we’ll fuck you long time, babe.”

“Oh, this is…oh…so wrong,” Brenda said breathily, consumed with revulsion and desire. But her satin gloved hands quickly shed the bra, and she wiggled her hips sexily as she used both hands to slowly slide the lacy white thongs down long, shapely legs. While she was bent over, Big Daddy eased up behind her, and pushed his cock into her aching pussy. “Oooooh. Yes, Big Daddy. Oh yes. Yes. Yes.”

The obese, sixty-something businessman grabbed hold of her flaring hips, and started slowly pumping in and out, savoring every second. He noticed that Brenda immediately started fucking him back, while she used her own hands to fondle herself, playing with her engorged nipples and otherwise pleasure herself. Then Ashley took Brenda’s face in both hands, and started kissing her deeply, passionately. Brenda responded beautifully, eagerly.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Brenda groaned wantonly.

“So good,” Big Daddy groaned, feeling Brenda’s cunt start to convulse and tremble around his cock, feeling divine. He looked over to the corner, and smiled at their other bodyguard, Danny, filming the whole thing. When Ashley took over fondling duties, Brenda started fondling Ashley’s tits and reached down to rub her own sensitive clit. “Gold. Pure fucking gold.”

“Next,” Homer said, sounding satisfied.

Big Daddy watched his chief bodyguard strip Lydia, leaving her in nothing but diamonds, sapphires and stilettos. He laid her across a stainless steel prep table, so that her sweet round ass and pussy were on the edge and ready to fuck, and her silky maned head hung off the other side. One of the cooks hurried over, and thrust his cock down Lydia’s eager throat and started fondling her jouncing tits, while a waiter mounted her glistening wet blonde, bikini waxed pussy. Together, they started fucking the perky punk bitch senseless. Well, more senseless.

“I’m coming!” Big Daddy cried, emptying his seed deep inside Brenda’s aching cunt.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!” Brenda cried, forced to climax by the feel of his cum gushing inside her. Homer replaced Danny on the camera, and Danny hurried over to thrust his cock up into Brenda’s ass hole. “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhh.”

Ashley made sure the camera had a perfect view, pushed Brenda’s head down to waist level, and lifted her own stiletto heeled foot up onto Brenda’s shoulder, giving the drugged billionaire a perfect shot at her shaven pussy. Brenda didn’t hesitate. She buried her face into Ashley’s crotch and ate her out with enthusiasm.

“Brenda taking it up the ass, and eating you out at the same time, Ash. Now that’s a money shot,” Big Daddy said.

A few minutes later, both Brenda and Ashley came at the same time. Then Brenda was laid atop the same prep table as Lydia, and side-by-side those two meddlesome busybodies were double fucked by the cook and wait staff. On camera.

They watched for over two hours, before leaving. Brenda and Lydia were still eagerly enjoying the gang bang, and continued to do so for another three hours.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

“Shall we move on to new business, gentlemen?” Brenda said, looking down the long conference table. The Wade Enterprises board of directors all turned toward her expectantly.

“Yes,” Big Daddy said at the far end of the table. One of his maneuvers to counter Brenda’s hostile takeover attempt was to buy all the Wade Enterprises stock he could afford. It was enough to force a seat on the board. Nothing more had come of it, though. Brenda dominated her board. What Brenda wanted, Brenda got. “I move that Brenda Wade be voted off the Board of Directors, and be stripped of her position as CEO.”

Brenda sighed gustily. He tried that every damned time the board met. Nothing ever came of it. She owned too much stock to be voted out. He was so annoying.

“Give it up, Big Daddy,” Brenda said, baby blues narrowing dangerously. She remembered the charity ball three days back, and rage filled her. It didn’t surprise her that none of the kitchen or wait staff remembered a damn thing about what happened, so it was her and Lydia’s word against Big Daddy’s. And he judged her correctly, she wouldn’t go public since her reputation would be sullied. No, she’d deal with him privately, by taking everything he loved away from him. Yep, she was real close to a successful hostile takeover of the company he started and lorded over for four decades. “We all know you don’t have the votes necessary to oust me. You never will, since I own a majority of the voting stock. So let’s move on to OTHER business, shall we?”

“Oh, not so fast, Brenda,” Big Daddy said, sneering down the long table. He picked up the TV remote and turned it on. The screen was filled with a sexy scene, of Brenda sucking and fucking with wild abandoned atop a stainless steel table. “This is how Brenda parties, boys. Don’t you just LOVE IT?”

“How dare you!” Brenda cried, leaping to her feet.

“The gloves came off, Brenda, when you tried to take my company from me,” Big Daddy said, looking way too smug. She so wanted to slap that look off his ugly face. “But I’m a better businessMAN than you. So today, I’m taking YOUR company away from you.”

“Ha!” Ashley said. “Turnabout is fair play, Brenda. Take that.”

“What?!?” Brenda said. “You are both out of your ever loving minds if you think I’ll let you take my company.”

“Oh, we don’t want you to let us take it. We want you to fight all the way DOWN,” Big Daddy said, standing up. He addressed the board again. “Gentlemen. Behold Brenda Wade FUCKING. Getting gang banged. And she is obviously enjoying herself. Look at how eagerly she is sucking that big, black cock. Oh, and is that other waiter butt fucking her? Am I wrong in believing her sexual misconduct is disgusting. Am I wrong in believing her actions, her promiscuous activities, are in violation of her contract with this company?”

Brenda gasped, standing up straight and clutching at her own neck as her baby blues grew wide. The other board members stopped gawking at the TV, and turned toward her with speculation in their eyes.

“Brenda is in violation of the Moral Turpitude clause of her contract,” Ashley said, almost purring in pleasure.

“And per the bylaws of this corporation, even Brenda Wade is bound by that rule,” he said. “She signed the contract. Since she has violated it so disgracefully, we as the board have no choice but to vote her off the Board and remove her as CEO.”

“He’s right, Brenda,” Lester Hall said. The sixty-three year old African-American shook his head woefully. He was Vice Chairman, and took over the meeting at that point. “Gentlemen, who is in favor of removing Brenda Wade from the Board?” They ALL raised their hands. Brenda gasped, an icy grip seizing her heart. “Now the motion is to remove her as CEO.” They all raised their hands. “It is done. Brenda Wade, you are ousted. Stripped of all of your positions within Wade Enterprises, effective immediately.”

“I move we elect me as chairman and CEO,” Big Daddy said. “I have experience in both positions, after all. And I am the second largest shareholder.”

Brenda watched with horror as Big Daddy was elected Chairman and CEO of HER company. She was out, and her most repulsive enemy was replacing her. What would he do with Wade Enterprises? The hostile takeover of Vanderholm Industries was ruined now. She’d lost everything, and he TOOK IT FROM HER.

“You can go now, Brenda,” Big Daddy said, walking around the table toward her.

“No. I will not surrender my position, or my company,” Brenda said.

“Homer. Danny. If you will do the honors,” Big Daddy said.

Before Brenda knew what was happening, Big Daddy’s two bodyguards each seized an arm and dragged her away from the chairman’s seat at the table. Big Daddy took her position, and sat down.

“Escort the FORMER Chairwoman and CEO out of the building, boys. Don’t let her in my new office, her old office. It’s mine now. I’ll box your shit up and send it to you, Brenda,” Big Daddy said.

“Buh-bye,” Ashley said. “Go get laid. You’ll feel better.”

“Bitch!” Brenda cried, twisted violently and broke free of the two bodyguards. But in their brief struggle, Homer got hold of the knot holding her wrap-around dress closed. In a flash she darted away from them, towards Ashley, and the dress was pulled off. Brenda found herself in nothing but lacy bra, panties and stiletto pumps. All black. “How dare you!”

“Wow, this slut can’t get enough,” Ashley said, reached out and yanked off Brenda’s bra. “Oopsy, who let the girls out? And what big girls they are, too.”

“I’ll kill you!” Brenda cried, and charged Ashley.

Ashley was ready. Indeed, she was eager for this, and had planned for it. As Brenda reached for her throat, Ashley seized her old nemesis’s wrist, and flipped her over a hip. Brenda landed on her back, atop the board table.

“Once again, turnabout is fair play, Brenda,” Ashley said, sneering down at her. She reached over, and ripped off Brenda’s lacy thong panties. “Now who is ADVERTIZING for a sugar daddy?”

Brenda rolled off the table, and Ashley lashed out with a foot. Connecting with Brenda’s chin, she watched as the disgraced billionaire businesswoman grunted and collapsed at her feet. Ashley took Brenda by the hair, and slammed her face into the edge of the table.

“Take the trash out, boys,” Ashley said.

Homer seized a big fistful of silky black hair, lifted her to her wobbly feet and headed for the door. Head still spinning from her ass whipping, Brenda was only vaguely aware of being led so shamefully through the hallways, and past her own office. Her staff just stopped and gawked as Homer passed through, and into Brenda’s former office.

“Nothing to see here, people, I’m just taking your FORMER BOSS out,” Homer said. “Big Daddy is your new boss, so I’d be quite attentive to him now if you want to keep your high paying jobs.”

“I’m going to kick your butt,” Brenda growled with a strained voice as they reached the private elevator between her spacious office and penthouse apartment. Oh, former office and penthouse. They both were Big Daddy’s now. “I’m keeping the apartment.”

“No you are not,” Homer said as the elevator doors opened. He threw her inside, and followed her in. As the elevator doors closed and it started down, Brenda attacked Homer. “Great, self defense.”

Bad move on Brenda’s part. Blame her discombobulation for the error in judgment. Aphrodite women were strong and fast, even if depowered. But Brenda was in no condition to fight anyone at that time. Homer easily batted aside her punch, backhanded her and then slammed her face into the wall. Then he pushed her up against the wall, unzipped and shoved his cock up her ass.

“Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhh! Not again,” she groaned.

Both hands roughly fondling her monster tits, Homer pounded the shit out of her sweet round butt. When they reached the bottom, he punched the button for the penthouse. They went up and down five times before Homer finished. When he pulled out, Brenda slowly slid to the floor, her spectacular body quaking from forced climaxes, her mind in sexy chaos as her libido took over and demanded more, more, more.

On the ground floor, Homer took her by the hair again and marched the business icon through the main lobby. Everyone stopped to gawk at the naked billionaire babe, mesmerized by her big bouncing tits, the only sound her labored breathing and the clack of her stilettos on the hard tile

Homer marched her around the lobby, then down a hallway to the back service door. Out in the alley, he took her to the trash dumpster and threw her in.

“Have a nice day, Miss Wade,” Homer sneered.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

“They are merging?” Ms Americana cried, staring at the TV news business report. “I can’t believe Big Daddy is merging his company with mine. This is so wrong!”

“I know, we have to stop him,” Flag Girl said, looking defiant despite their horrible setback. “He’s started cutting down the Old Growth forest on Wade Enterprises’ wild life preserve yesterday, and plans to strip mine it once the trees are all gone.”

They were down in the Americana Cave, deep below Wade Manor.

“Even if I can’t return as Chairperson and CEO, I’ll – what?” the sexy super heroine said, when the phone from upstairs interrupted her. The staff had orders to NEVER call her unless it is a dire emergency. So she picked up, and used her ‘Brenda’ voice. “Yes?”

“Ms Wade, we have a situation down here,” her butler, Clive, said. “I’m afraid we’re going to require your presence. So sorry.”

“What’s the problem, Clive,” she said, her irritation evident.

“It’s…um…I am not really sure…so confusing,” he stammered.

Ms Americana rolled her eyes, shaking her head with disbelief. “Fine. I’ll be right down.”

Even though she and her sexy ward were in costume, and far below Wade Manor, the staff thought they were upstairs in their rooms.

“I have to go take care of this,” she said. Then in a commanding voice, “I am Brenda!”

A flash of light consumed her, and the costumed heroine turned into Brenda Wade, wearing a dark, pin-stripped pencil skirt, wine-red silk blouse and black patent stiletto pumps. Daily wear for Brenda. She’d dress up if she planned to leave the house for any reason.

“I’ll come with you,” Flag Girl said. Then she held up her right hand, and said, “I am Lydia!” A flash of light consumed her, leaving sexy little Lydia Wills in her place. She wore snug faded jeans, red tube top and red strappy pumps. “I’m ready.”

They took the super fast elevator up to the secret chamber behind their closets, then exited via Brenda’s vast, sprawling closet. They marched down the long, ornately decorated hallway to the Grand Stairs that curved all the way to the marble tiled entry foray. But they froze at the top of the stairs, Brenda’s heart rate doubling as she spied her most hated foes just inside the door.

Big Daddy wore his trademark white suit and black tie, with his big, burly bodyguards both wearing black suits and black ties. Ashley wore a hot pink mini-dress and matching patent leather stiletto pumps. She was, as usual, inappropriately dripping with diamonds at ears, throat and wrists.

“I can’t believe you had the audacity to come HERE!” Brenda cried, starting down the stairs with Lydia close on her heels.

“My dear, you look lovely today,” Ashley said, big blue eyes asparkle. “Where have you been keeping yourself? I haven’t seen you since that board meeting where we ousted your fat ass a week ago. Oh yeah, I kicked your ass that day, too. That was fun.”

“Really?” Brenda said. “Let me return the favor, Ash.”

Homer and Danny stepped between the two busty rich babes. Brenda stopped and scowled at them. Homer smirked as he looked her up and down.

“Put your eyes back in your head, dirtbag,” Brenda snarled. “Oh the Hell with it. Leave. I don’t care what you want, what you have to say. I have nothing for you. Leave. Clive, have security escort them off the property.”

“That ain’t going to happen, Brenda baby,” Big Daddy said.

The butler didn’t move. Indeed, he and the rest of the staff just looked embarrassed.

“What’s going on, Clive? Why aren’t you calling security?”

“He doesn’t take orders from you anymore,” Ashley said.

“Have you forgotten?” Big Daddy said, grinning. “I am in charge of Wade Enterprises, and you are OUT.”

“I know. So?”

“Wade Enterprises OWNS Wade Manor,” Ashley said.

“Oh dear,” Brenda gasped, baby blues wide. “I forgot. But…but…this is my HOME! This is the only home I’ve ever known. I grew up here. I mean…I…I’ll buy it. How much, Big Daddy. I’m sure that’s why you are here, after all. Soak Brenda for as much as you can. Bastard.”

“Actually, as much as I’d enjoy robbing you blind, the chance to further humiliate you trumps all,” Big Daddy said. “You are evicted. Get out.”

“Now,” Ashley said. “We’ll box up your pathetic belongs and ship them to you in the gutter.”

Suddenly, Brenda remembered that she forgot to close the access way between her closet and the secret Ms Americana chamber. She couldn’t recall if Lydia closed it or not. If she was kicked out before closing that, she’d be worse than defeated in business. She’d be DEAD.

“I want my lawyers,” Brenda said. “You can wait in the Great Room while I go call them.”

“No, you can call them from the city,” Homer said, seizing an arm as Danny grabbed Lydia’s arm. Homer started dragging Brenda toward the door, just five feet away. “You know when you fight me I just get horny.”

“Come, Big Daddy, let’s go up to Brenda’s bedroom. I want to check out her closet,” Ashley said, heading for the stairs. “We are pretty close in size, and I know her shoes will all fit me. I’ll put on Brenda’s sexiest lingerie and heels, and we’ll fuck the day away in her bed.”

Brenda went cold. She and Lydia wouldn’t last the day now. Doomed. And then a thought, as disgusting as it was, came to her. It was her only chance.

“Wait,” she cried, just as Homer reached the door. “Wouldn’t you really rather fuck ME in my own bed?” Big Daddy turned back, looking interested. Ashley scowled. “Both of you?” Ashley frowned, considered and looked like she rejected the idea. So Brenda added, “As your obedient, eager sex slave?”

Every jaw in the room dropped. But Brenda had finally struck a cord with her lifelong bitter rival. Ashley gawked at her, then her full pink lips slowly curled up into a cruel smile.

“What about Homer and Danny?” Big Daddy said, looking more than eager to start.

“I’ll…I’ll take care of them, too,” Brenda whispered, and dropped to her knees. “I am yours, Big Daddy and Ashley. I will do anything and anyone you say.”

“I…I mean…Oh Goddess, I’ll take care of your bodyguards,” Lydia whispered hoarsely, her body already tingly and achy with need. Danny released her arm, so she too could kneel. Then he unzipped and Lydia reluctantly pulled his hard cock out, and started sucking. Slurp. Gulp. Ssslluurp. “Mmmm. Anything you want, masters.”

Mouth open, Brenda watched her sexy protégé take one for the Team. Lydia must know the secret chamber was open as well. They all watched Lydia sucking Danny, watched as her body changed profoundly. Very quickly she lost her stiffness, and her nipples swelled and hardened, poking erotically through the thin fabric of her tube top.

“Stand up, Brenda,” Ashley commanded, stepped between Brenda and Big Daddy, her eyes flashing angrily. “Now!”

Brenda stood up, trembling, before her possibly new mistress. Would Ashley call her bluff? Or would her hated rival chose to sexually humiliate her for hours on end?

“Take off your blouse.”

“Yes, Mistress Ashley,” Brenda said. She slowly removed the silk blouse, tossing it on the floor to the side. Ashley glanced pointedly at her bra, and Brenda pulled that off next. Her big boobs dropped and jostled sexily, pulling a groan from Big Daddy, Homer and Clive. Even the maids looked excited, staring at her naked 38Gs with lusty admiration. To her shame and surprise, Brenda’s dark pink nipples were engorged, erect and hard, not to mention hyper sensitive to touch. “My body, my big beautiful breasts, are yours to do with as you please, Master and Mistress. How much fun could you have motorboating these tits? Or titty-fucking me, only to come in my beautiful face?”

The Wade Manor staff, and Lydia, all gasped with those words. Even Big Daddy and Ashley gawked at her, then Ashley’s beautiful face turned cruel again.

“Skirt,” Ashley said.

“Yes, Mistress.” Brenda unzipped the pencil skirt, then slid it down her long, shapely legs. She wasn’t wearing hose or pantyhose, so all she wore underneath was lacy black thongs.

“Homer, rip the panties off of Brenda,” Big Daddy said.

Rrriiippp!

“Ah, nice snatch, Brenda Baby,” Ashley said. “It’s so important for a girl to be well groomed down there, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, Mistress. I try,” Brenda said, fighting the urge to move her hands over her bikini waxed pussy. Brenda watched warily as Ashley waved a maid over, whispered something to her and the maid hurried off. A moment later the maid returned with a razor and shaving cream.

“Brenda, kneel,” Ashley said, taking the razor and shaving cream. She slowly, sensuously walked toward her raven-haired rival. “Spread your knees as wide as you can, babygirl.”

Brenda obeyed, starting to pant as she leaned back and wrapped each hand around a long stiletto heel. Ashley savored the sight of Brenda so abjectly helpless, so obedient to HER every whim. Poor Brenda was panting, starting to sweat. Her deep cleavage was already shiny and those rock hard abs were taut. Ashley shook the shaving cream can as she dropped to her knees before Brenda, and then reached down and cupped the Promised Land.

“Well, now, someone’s certainly well lubed and ready for action, aren’t we Brenda?” Ashley cooed sexily.

“Yes, Mistress,” Brenda whispered hoarsely. She looked up into Ashley’s victorious face, then at an even more lusty looking Big Daddy, and finally at the stairs. Why weren’t they taking her upstairs? She needed to be in her bedroom, to close that secret access. Every second they wasted down in the entry was a second closer to discovery. “If it pleases my beautiful mistress, maybe we should…”

“Shhhhhh,” Ashley said, placing a perfectly manicured finger across Brenda’s glossy red lips. “Sexy slavegirls only speak with spoken to.”

Ashley squirted some shaving cream onto the fingers of her right hand, and then rubbed the cream into and around Brenda’s tiny triangle of a pubic patch. After a long moment, Ashley slowly but surely shaved off that patch of thick black hair. She used Brenda’s discarded blouse to clean her up afterwards.

“There. Bald pussies show off sexy slave snatches best,” Ashley purred, and curled a finger into Brenda’s cunt. “Don’t break position, or you’ll be punished. Don’t fight the orgasm, either. Just relax and let it come.”

Ashley’s cruel smile widened, her blue eyes glittered as Brenda’s head lolled back and around, her silky, shiny hair pooled behind her and between her long, sexy legs. Brenda’s full red lips parted, her breathing coming in quick gasps. Soon the sexy billionaire turned sex slave’s back arched, as she hung tightly to her own long stiletto heels. The beautiful blonde mistress marveled at how profoundly, and how FAST Brenda responded to masturbation.

Brenda’s mind was in chaos. Her life lay in ruin. It occurred to her that she could very well be laying the foundation for the rest of her life, as Ashley sex toy. Behind her, she heard Lydia’s grunts and groans, her loud slurps and gulps as she finished with Danny, and started sucking off Homer. Brenda knew it was all her fault that Lydia was being disgraced and debauched so thoroughly. She deserved her punishment, that Ashley would deliver so wickedly.

Her spectacular body white-hot with passion and need, Brenda did nothing to resist the climax building. Her mistress ordered her to not fight it.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiieeeee!”

“Perfect,” Ashley said, and stood up. “Brenda, HEEL!”

“Shall we retire to Brenda’s bed, my dear?” Big Daddy said, as Ashley took his arm.

“But of course, my love,” Ashley said. “I can’t wait to fuck our new slavegirl stupid, in her FORMER bed, that we so cruelly took from her. And then our victory over Brenda Wade will be PERFECT and complete.”

Brenda struggled to her wobbly feet as they started up the Grand Stairs. She hurried to pace them up the stairs. A quick glance back showed her Lydia being taking toward the Great Room, a Wade Manor maid holding her hand and leading the way. Clive was following, a look of lusty eagerness on his ancient face.

“How quickly and eagerly they turn,” Brenda whispered, wondering when Clive would be fucking her, too.

“Hush, slavegirl,” Ashley command.

Brenda hung her head and followed their slow ascent to the second floor. Her door was open, and they were soon standing inside. It was a sprawling suite, with multiple rooms and closets. Ashley walked straight into her shoe closet, and started checking out all of the expensive designer shoes, sandals and boots.

“Would my Master like his pretty slavegirl to go put on some sexy lingerie?” Brenda asked while Ashley wasn’t there to stop her.

“No, I command you to knee before me, and suck me off,” Big Daddy said.

While Ashley rummaged through her shoe closet, Brenda was forced to kneel. She unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and started stroking it with one hand, while playing with his dangling, hairy balls with the other hand.

“Start at my balls and work your way up,” Big Daddy said breathlessly.

“Yes, Master,” Brenda whispered, lifting his erect cock high and pushing her beautiful face underneath. Her hot, wet tongue slipped out and started licking. Licking and sucking and nibbling at his rancid, sweaty balls. She licked his balls until they were finally clean enough to…well, clean enough to finally lick. Then she started licking up the underside of his cock, all the way to the head, and then she wrapped full red lips around the head. “Mmmmmmm.”

Ashley came out of the shoe closet, dumped a dozen pairs she liked by the door, and head for the main closet. She barely gave Brenda and Big Daddy a second look.

Brenda panicked. Ashley was going to find the door open, and she would be outed as a super heroine. She would be their slave in all ways after that, if they didn’t use that knowledge to betray her to Ms Americana’s most feared enemies.

As Ashley passed though the closet door, and out of sight, Brenda said, “It’s just me and you, Master. We don’t need your wife.”

“What did you say?” Ashley cried, storming out of the closet. “How dare you!”

“Forgive me, Mistress!” Brenda cried as Ashley yanked her away from Big Daddy by her long, black hair. “I only got carried away by the moment, Mistress Ashley! Let me make it up to you. I have some naughty sex toys, and you can use them on me. I’ll fetch them.”

Before either of them could respond, Brenda turned and darted into the main closet. She raced across the two thousand square foot closet, toward the open secret chamber. Hitting the hidden CLOSE button, she hoped they couldn’t hear the hiss of hydraulics. As the door finally sealed, she opened another hidden compartment. It was a ten by ten room off the main closet, in which she kept kinky attire and sexy toys.

“Oooh, Brenda has a secret sex room, Big Daddy,” Ashley said, suddenly coming through the door after Brenda. “Wow. Lots of leather and latex, mostly in black or red. Oh, yes, ball gags, strap-ons and paddles galore, too.”

“Brenda’s a secret bondage slut?” Big Daddy said.

“Stay out there,” Ashley said. “I want to surprise you.”

Ashley forced Brenda to don a pair of shiny black thigh boots with six inch extremely spiked heels, that were very snug to her legs and sported lots of straps and buckles and silver spurs. Then she put a wide black leather slave collar around the helpless beauty’s slender throat, with nipple clamps holding three drooping silver chains between her heaving tits. After putting huge silver hoop earrings on the sexy slavegirl, she oiled all exposed skin with scented oil and attached a leash to her collar.

“Oh, the Pièce de résistance,” Ashley said, and handcuffed Brenda’s wrists behind her back. Then Ashley dressed in one of Brenda’s dominatrix outfits: Black latex pants, thigh boots and corset, with black opera gloves, silver studded collar and a wicked riding crop. Then she lifted Brenda’s chin with the riding crop, studying her gorgeous face, and full, kissable red lips. “Big Daddy has Viagra, and we are going to fuck you the rest of today and tonight, babygirl.”

“I know.”

Ashley laughed and led Brenda back out into the main bedroom. Big Daddy had stripped and was laying on his back in the middle of Brenda’s bed. His dick was fully erect and ready, and he groaned with animal pleasure upon seeing how Ashley sexed up Brenda.

“Get that sexy slut mounted up, Ash. Let her ride me like a kinky cowgirl,” Big Daddy said.

Brenda looked at him with a combination of revulsion and lust. She found him utterly revolting as a man and a lover, but after being climaxed by Ashley and then being dressed up so sexily, her hormones were raging and she needed a man badly.

Ashley led her to the bed and helped her up. Then Brenda had to crawl over to Big Daddy on her knees, her hands locked behind her back making it difficult. But as Ms Americana, she’d learned to adapted to be handcuffed quite well. She straddled his legs at the knee, and continued to crawl up his body.

Ashley took command. “Good, babygirl. Just like that. Go up a little more…there. Hold.” Ashley reached in and guided Big Daddy’s thick, long cock to Brenda’s sopping wet twat. Brenda bit her lower lip as she felt his cock head penetrate her slippery pussy lips. She knew a climax or two more, and she wouldn’t be acting anymore. She’d really be fucking them with enthusiasm. She glanced up at the uncaring heavens, and allowed her body to sink down on Big Daddy’s cock. “That is perfect, babygirl. You know the score. You are our slavegirl in fact and spirit now. Ride him!”

CRACK! Sounded as Ashley swatted her shapely white butt with the riding crop. Hard.

“Aaaiiieeee!” Brenda cried, and started bouncing up and down his shaft.

Brenda quickly became totally consumed in riding his cock. She didn’t see Ashley return to the closet, or come back minutes later with a ten inch fire-engine red strap-on dildo buckled around her shapely hips. The dominatrix dressed blonde crawled up behind Brenda with a wicked smile, and scooted up close behind her. Then she yanked Brenda’s head back by the hair, as she pushed the long, thick strap-on up Brenda’s tight ass hole.

“Yyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!” Brenda cried, frozen in pain.

“You once accused me of being the world’s biggest pain in the butt, babygirl slave,” Ashley purred into her ear. “Guess you were right.”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Six long weeks later…

“I am so ready for some payback,” Flag Girl said.

Ms Americana nodded. It had taken far longer to catch Big Daddy and Ashley committing a crime than she had expected. In those same six weeks, Big Daddy sold most of the best assets of Wade Enterprises to Vanderholm Industries, pretty much wiping out Brenda great fortune. Wade Enterprises was gone, never to be resurrected, as was ninety-eight percent of her fortune. But Vanderholm Industries was revitalized though and Big Daddy’s wealth was three times what it was before.

For three days and three nights Big Daddy and Ashley had fucked Brenda and Lydia. At the end, they were allowed to clean out their closets and leave. Nothing more. They got all of their designer clothes, at least. And important papers and some mementos. Somehow, all of their jewelry vanished during that three days of utter debauchery.

Brenda went from top of the local A-List, to the social cellar of the D-List.

Ms Americana had been quite active during the last three weeks. She needed to expend enormous amounts of frustrations and rage. Where better than in Sugar Town? Cracking heads together in any red light district felt good, especially if those heads were attached to drug dealers or pimps.

“He’s an idiot,” Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowing. It was just past midnight, down on the docks. A cold wind was blowing in from offshore. They wore their skimpy super heroine costumes, none the worse. When their power belts activated their super heroine powers, it also warmed them against the cold. Take the belts off, and they were instantly cold and miserable. “He’s worth fifteen billion now, thanks to his RAPE of Wade Enterprises. Why deal with drug smugglers? He has too much to lose.”

“Greed,” Flag Girl said. “He and Ashley see it as easy money. They aren’t any better than the Sambino, Lira or Samson Families. Big Daddy is a petty mobster.”

“And we just caught them red-handed, my pretty protégé,” Ms Americana said, full red lips curling into a big smile. “It’s going to feel real good sending them to prison.”

Ms Americana would have to be satisfied with that, too. There was no recovering her lost fortune or company. It was all gone forever.

The sexy crime fighting duo watched as Big Daddy, Ashley, Homer and Danny traded a suitcase of money for another suitcase of illegal drugs. Flag Girl operated a video camera, getting it all recorded for the coming trial.

“You get it?” Ms Americana said.

“Got it.”

“Now let’s get them,” Ms Americana snarled. They leapt off the two story warehouse, to land just yards from the drug deal going down. Everyone jumped and gawked at them. Ms Americana grinned at the criminals as Flag Girl put the camera aside for later retrieval. “Halt in the name of the law! This Ms Americana and Flag Girl demand!”

“Why do super heroines always talk in the third person?” Ashley said.

“It’s so annoying,” Big Daddy said. He looked them up and down with contempt. “We’ve been caught by you before, and have come out on top every time. Why should we be scared now?”

Ms Americana opened her mouth, but nothing came out. It had never occurred to her before, but he was right. She’d caught those two a dozen times in her storied career, and every time they turned the tables on her. They always slipped through her fingers, only to use and abuse her before she escaped them.

“Tonight will be different,” the sexy super heroine said, baby blues narrowing. She’d never had that level of rage and the need for vengeance before. “This will be our final confrontation.”

“I agree,” Big Daddy said. “This time, when we capture you, first thing we take off your masks.”

Ms Americana and Flag Girl gasped, taking a step back. That was the greatest fear of any masked crusader. Despite their confidence in victory, the threat of unmasking shocked them to their core.

“You struck bone with that, my love,” Ashley said. “The whole idea of catching those pesky punks and unmasking them makes me all tingly inside.”

“You will tingle all over after I knock your block off,” Ms Americana said.

“You do realize, don’t you, that this isn’t a real drug deal,” Big Daddy said, grinning. He opened up the suitcase full of drugs, and dumped out sawdust. “We’re just luring you into our trap.”

“We’ve declawed your formerly rich and powerful friend, Brenda Wade,” Ashley said. “Now we thought it time to remove the other major thorn in our sides. You and Flag Slut.”

Ms Americana sneered at them. “It’ll take more than the ten of you. I am as strong as ten men, and add Flag Girl to give us the advantage. In the past, you only won because of a stroke of bad luck or…a mistake on our part. No mistakes. We’ve seen what you did to Ms Wade and her pretty ward, Lydia. You are going to pay dearly for what you’ve done.”

“We are very determined,” Flag Girl added, her pretty blue eyes narrowing dangerously. “No mistakes this time.”

“But you have already made your mistake,” Big Daddy said, and grinned. “Now.”

POOF! POOF!

Ms Americana, then Flag Girl were hit from above by falling nets. That startled them, but wasn’t a guarantee of victory for Big Daddy. They had practiced dealing with nets. Too many vile criminals and white slavers hunted super heroines with nets. But they quickly realized there was a problem with the nets Big Daddy dropped on them.

“How big are these nets?” Flag Girl cried, as she frantically tried to pull it over head and get out from under it.

Ms Americana was suffering the same problem. At the same time, Big Daddy’s thugs and bodyguards were rushing them. Then they surprised the sexy costumed duo again. Instead of trying to beat them down while they were handicapped, the thugs grabbed the edges of the nets and started running around the shapely super babes. Within seconds both curvaceous super heroines were not just entangled, but wrapped up in the strong rope netting.

“Band them, boys,” Homer said.

Men came up and wrapped the metal bands normally used to secure wooden crates. They wrapped bands around the sexy super heroines’ above their big tits, below their big tits, around their waists, around their thighs and around their ankles. Ms Americana and Flag Girl were secured tightly in less than two minutes.

“You were right,” Big Daddy said as he waddled up to Ms Americana. He held up box cutters, and used it to cut the netting away from her face and head. Ashley freed Flag Girl’s head from the netting. “This is our FINAL fight. You lose.”

Big Daddy reached for Ms Americana’s blue, star-spangled mask.

“Wait. Let’s negotiate,” Ms Americana said. She paused to struggle, but all in vain. “I’m willing to make a deal.”

“Deal? Okay,” Big Daddy said. He traced her full red lips with a fingertip, then traced her mask. “Deal with this, Ms Americana. I own you. Me master, you slave. Understand?”

Her heart started hammering. Anyone touching her mask was unbearable. Nothing scared her more.

“No! I’m a superior woman. I am the Queen of Justice, Ms Americana,” she said, desperate to get him on a different train of thought. “I can’t be a slave. It is not in my nature.”

“I disagree. You’ve exhibited many fine slavegirl qualities over the years,” he said. Ashley came up behind her and removed Ms Americana’s power belt. Wild-eyed, the sexy super heroine gasped and shuddered. “It’s just that no one, until now, has had the power to keep you on your knees.”

Ms Americana was panting, her belly filled with butterflies rioting in erotic heat. At the same time, her throat and chest tightened. Her labored breathing forced her to pant even faster, shallower.

“I took your power belt,” Ashley whispered in her ear from behind. She squeezed the vanquished vigilante’s sweet white butt, alerting Ms Americana to the fact her pussy was aching and burning with need. “I have Flag Twit’s power belt, too. You are just a pair of sexy sluts in bikini and heels now.”

“When I take your mask, I will take your ultimate power. Anonymity,” Big Daddy said, and started fondling her titanic tits through her strapless top and the netting. “And I will own you. You and Flag Twat will be my ultimate prizes, my personal fuck toys. My sexy slavegirls, to use and abuse day in and day out. Or, at least until you are too old and ugly and used up to want to fuck you anymore.”

He reached back up to her mask, caressing it and her soft cheeks, admiring her gorgeous face. Basically, Big Daddy was savoring the moment of his greatest triumph.

“You’re a monster!”

“No, I’m a winner,” Big Daddy said. He pushed one finger under the edge of her mask, next to her left eye. Hooking his finger through the eyehole, he pulled just enough to get the seal around her face to start separating. “I took a gamble, and won. You lost, and must pay the ultimate price for that failure, Ms Americana.”

“Okay, I will agree that you defeated me, but if you unmask us and force us to be your slavegirls, we will always be looking for a way to escape,” Ms Americana said. She paused, closing her eyes a second as she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. “Here’s the deal. You release Flag Girl. Forget she ever existed. She will go away and leave you alone. I will, of course, submit to your will. I will be your slave. I will swear on my honor to never attempt or even contemplate escape.”

“But I still get to unmask you?” he said.

“Yes.”

Big Daddy paused, looked at Ashley. Ms Americana held her breath. Would he accept? Either way, she was doomed. At least she could save her sexy protégé.

“No. I want to keep you both,” he said, and started pulling her mask off.

“Great Liberty! He’s unmasking me!” Ms Americana cried. “Ms Americana can’t end like this!”

“Yes she can,” Ashley said, and then growled. “Dammit, I mean yes YOU can. Damn bitch has me thinking of her in the third person. Sheeze.”

Ms Americana lay frozen in place. Her spectacular body wouldn’t move if she wanted. Fear and dread consumed her as the all important MASK slowly peeled away from her super model gorgeous face. She so wanted and needed to whip her face away, but that would just quicken her own unmasking. In her entire life the sexy super heroine hadn’t felt so utterly helpless and vulnerable.

“Oh my God,” Big Daddy said, the mask half off. He had a perfect view of her very familiar profile. “It can’t be. Oh…my….GOD. Ash, it’s BRENDA!”

“What?!? Oh my…Brenda Fucking Wade is Ms Americana?” Ashley cried. “WOW! This is…I mean…Wow.”

“I am doomed!” Ms Americana cried.

“Yes you are,” Big Daddy said. “Boys, put them to sleep.”

Homer pressed a chloroform soaked clothe to Ms Americana’s face, covering her mouth and nose. She struggled a long moment, then slowly succumbed to the heady fumes. Flag Girl was chloroformed by Danny. Then the tightly bound captive super babes were placed in the back of Big Daddy’s SUV, side by side.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

One month later, downtown Delta City, high above the city streets in an office building…

“Hello, gentlemen,” Big Daddy said as he waddled into the board room.

Ashley followed him inside, leading two very sexy, very familiar women on collars and leashes. Ms Americana and Flag Girl followed obediently, even happily. The assembled board members gasped.

“As you can see, things have changed in Delta City. For the better, I would say,” Big Daddy said, taking his seat at the head of the board table. He pointed at Ms Americana. “Introduce yourself, slave.”

“Hi. I am Ms Americana. Super slavegirl. I am thirty-one years old, 38G-25-39 and bi-sexual. My hobbies include oral and anal sex, pole dancing and kneeling before my master or mistress and licking boot,” Ms Americana said in a deep, husky voice dripping with sex. “I pray you all enjoy my service as much as I’ll enjoy serving you.”

“And you are?” Big Daddy said, pointing at Flag Girl.

“Hi. I am Flag Girl. Super slavegirl. I give the bestest head ever. I love to be forced climaxed until my brain is fried, but my favorite hobby of all is getting my sweet nineteen year old pussy gang banged. I pray you all enjoy my service as much as I’ll enjoy serving you.”

“I don’t understand,” Lester Hall, their newest board member and a transfer from the Wade Enterprises board. “Are they your slaves? Or our slaves?”

“They are mine and Big Daddy’s slaves,” Ashley said. “But we like to share with our friends.”

“It gets better, Lester,” Big Daddy said. “Sluts, unmask.”

“Yes, Master,” they said in unison, reaching up and pulling the masks from their faces.

“Brenda and Lydia!” Lester cried.

“Yes. And they belong to us,” Ashley said. “Isn’t that just the most delicious thing you’ve ever heard?”

“From now on, gentlemen, all board meetings will be conducted with these two sexy slavegirls under the conference table. Expect the best head and BJs you’ve ever experienced,” Big Daddy said. “We’ve spent the last month exquisitely training these two sexy nymphos. Their technique is perfect, and they are very eager to please.”

“Very,” Ms Americana said, giving them a sultry look.

“Eager,” Flag Girl said, pushing her large, firm tits together.

The two sexy former super heroines removed their tops and bottoms, and crawled under the conference table. Big Daddy grinned at his board members. They were just looking back and forth between each other, clearly confused. Then Lester sat up straighter, stiffening.

“Hhmmm,” they heard Ms Americana’s deep, sexy groan. Lester gasped as her hot mouth sucked his cock all the way in. “Uuuuuummmmm.”

“Oh,” seventy-two year old former Wade director Aaron Shapiro said, also stiffening. Then he started grinning, as the top of a blonde head appeared in his lap. He put his hand atop Flag Girl’s head as it bobbed. “I’m really going to enjoy working here.”

“Yes, gentlemen, I have to admit,” Big Daddy said, sitting back and gloating. “This has to be the epitome of a perfect Hostile Takeover.”

THE END