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MS AMERICANA: MEET THE GEEKS

By Dark One

The Queen of Justice crinkled her lovely nose as she glared at the farmhouse deep in the forest, far from any neighbors and prying eyes. It has been abandoned for a decade, until recently purchased and put to evil uses. Namely, hiding captured super heroines.

Ms Americana's most trusted informant told her Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were being held there prior to being sold into white slavery in three days. It was a planned internet, webcam auction. The hapless heroines could be sold anywhere in the world, lost to any hope of rescue and salvation. The statuesque super heroine shuddered at the thought of being the helpless fuck toy of vile men.

"Wow, they sure are wasting a lot of electricity," Flag Girl said. "Is there a light in that house not turned on?"

"Evil men have reason to fear the dark," Ms Americana said in her most menacing voice. "From the darkness springs hope, in the form of super heroines like us, my virtuous friend."

"Yes!" Flag Girl cried, blue eyes flashing righteous justice.

They were standing in a bright beam of moonlight, just inside the woodline and about fifty feet from the farmhouse. At six foot one, raven-maned Ms Americana towered over her five foot six blonde protégé. They were similarly attired, in patriotically themed star-spangled and striped costumes. Ms Americana's 44DDs, overflowing in a strapless bikini top, over-shadowing Flag Girl's still impressive 36Ds in a more modest star-spangled blue top with a dramatic cutout revealing deep cleavage. While Ms Americana's shapely, flaring hips were barely covered by a skimpy bikini bottom, Flag Girl went a bit more modest with a skin tight, red and white striped micro mini that in many ways was more arousing to look upon. Both wore red stiletto calf boots, with Ms Americana's boots have a bright white stripe from the toe to the top, and then around the top. Both wore blue chokers and blue masks, but Ms Americana's mask was star-spangled and she wore red gloves to her protégé's blue gloves. Finally, they wore their all important power belts.

The shiny gold belts that encircled their narrow waists gave them their super strength and endurance, among other protections. Without those belts, they were just a pair of gorgeous women in skimpy costumes. And, of course, Ms Americana crowned herself with a golden tiara, showing the world she was the Queen of Justice.

"I thought they'd be asleep by now," Ms Americana said, annoyed. "No problem. They don't stand a chance against us, two superior women. Let's go get them."

"And free our super heroine sisters," Flag Girl said, nodding eagerly.

Crouching low, the two super sexy super heroines eased out of the forest and into the open. They paused, holding their breath a second. But when no alarms sounded they smiled and moved quickly to the side of the house.

Ms Americana glanced to the side, at her sexy sidekick. Flag Girl never looked better or more ready. The beautiful blonde licked her full red lips, and the sight of those luscious red lips made the Queen of Justice lick her own full red lips. Then she felt a familiar aching need deep in her lower belly.

There wasn't anything she could do about it. Indeed, it was a good thing in that it created sexual frustration, and pent up sexual need FED her power belt. If she was ever sexually satisfied, sated, her power belt would be useless to her. She would lose all of her super power. Or lose it until she could build up more sexual frustration.

<Fifteen years,> Ms Americana thought. <A long time with no intimate contact.>

Ms Americana created her vigilante vixen persona at the age of fourteen. She called herself "Americana" at first. It wasn't until she reached maturity and better understood the plight of women and the need for a strong feminine role model for young women that she added the "Ms." Ms Americana sounded stronger, more in command of her life.

"Uuammmmm!" a muffled feminine groan came to them from around their feet.

"Huh?" Ms Americana said, bending over. Then she spotted the basement window. It was open just a crack. Looking in, she was shocked to her core. "Great Liberty!"

In the basement she spotted two beautiful blondes. She instantly recognized them as Axanna Morgan and her beautiful eighteen year old daughter, Summer. Summer was a year younger than Lydia (A.K.A. Flag Girl) and attending the same college in Delta City. As rich, powerful superior women, with great influence within Delta City, they were friends of the family. Good friends, and she'd never suspected Axanna and Summer were Green Spectre and Spectre Girl. But there was no mistake. Their super heroine costumes had been removed and pinned to the wall behind them -- as perverse trophies.

"Ms Morgan and Summer are Green Spectre and Spectre Girl?" Flag Girl whispered.

"It would appear so," Ms Americana said grimly. "This tragedy has doubled for us and the city. We have to save them even more now."

"I agree," Flag Girl snarled. "Nasty men!"

Worse than their friends and comrades' capture was what they were witnessing. Both Axanna and Summer were being held on perverse "sex machines." The helpless captured heroines were bound tightly at neck, waist, wrists and ankles. The evil men with them could manipulate their bodies into any position using those insidious sex torture racks. And what positions they put them in!

Axanna was strapped down into a X-shaped machine. She was face-up, stripped completely naked. Not a stitch. Her long blonde hair was hanging, swaying with the motions of her ravishment, as were her overlarge tits. Two men were busy fucking her from both directions, mouth and anus.

Summer looked even more uncomfortable. The vivacious blonde coed was bent over backwards on a small padded platform. It was similar to a sawhorse, and not much taller. Her wrists and ankles were bound tightly to the legs behind and below the helpless heroine. The two men fucking her -- mouth and pussy -- were going at it with much more enthusiasm. Her long blonde hair was bouncing all about around the legs of one ravisher, while her large tits bounced and jiggled enticingly.

It was Summer groaning so wantonly.

"Uuuummmmmnnnnnn!"

"Oh," Flag Girl gasped, clutching her bountiful bosom. "I think Summer just…just….you know, had ONE."

Frowning, Ms Americana nodded. Part of her was utterly horrified. Another, deeper, baser part cried out for some of that kind of action. But she knew she never could indulge. Not and remain Ms Americana.

"Let's get them out of there and to safety," Ms Americana said, rising to her feet and taking a deep, steadying breath. Her magnificent body was strangely afire with sexual tension. Aroused, even. She tried to ignore the butterflies in her belly, and the aching burn between her long legs. She was, after all, a superior woman and above such base, carnal needs and desires. "We are their only hope."

"It will be a joy to beat those miscreants into submission," Flag Girl growled, bright blue eyes flashing with rage.

Going to the front door they found it unlocked. That made them both frown. Surely anyone diabolical and brilliant enough to capture two such wily super heroines as Green Spectre and Spectre Girl would have precautions and defenses. Could they possibly be that arrogant?

"They're men," Ms Americana said, rolling her baby blues. Flag Girl nodded. "But you hold the bottom of the stairs and I'll run up real quick to ensure they aren't planning on a sneak attack from above."

The Queen of Justice quickly confirmed the upstairs was empty. And, for conservation purposes, she turned off all the lights. Together, they went through the main floor, and found no one else. The four men below were all there were. Neither woman could fathom how such small, geeky men captured two mighty super heroines.

With the two floors above ground floors secured, Ms Americana led her sexy sidekick down the basement stairs. They took each step with extreme care, taking a full five minutes to descend into the basement. Every step they expected to spring an alarm, if not a cunning trap. Nothing happened.

"Well," Flag Girl said, in the basement and unscathed.

"I couldn't have said it better," Ms Americana said, shaking her head. They could see into the next room through the half-open door. The men were totally lost in their wild orgy. They suspected nothing. "They must've gotten lucky to capture them."

"Well their luck has run out."

"Well said, Flag Girl," Ms Americana said, taking hold of the door. "No mercy. Kick ass."

The two vivacious vigilantes charged through that door and took classic super heroine poses to either side of it.

"Halt, miscreants!" Ms Americana cried in her most commanding super heroine voice. It was deep and rich and never failed to draw men's attention. "You are under arrest for kidnapping, unlawful restraint and …..rape."

"Multiple counts of each, too," Flag Girl piped in.

"Oh, you're finally here," one of them said, looking pleased.

"Took you long enough," another said, looking annoyed.

The men all pulled their cocks out of the softly moaning pair and formed a line before the two newcomers. They were all naked, with their enormous cocks dripping seminal fluids. Both women just gawked at their exposed members a long moment. Neither knew a cock could get that long or that thick. And their balls were HUGE.

The sight of those four cocks kinda frightened them in a deep, base way.

Ms Americana glanced at the two bound heroines. Summer was trembling, but with a serene smile on her beautiful face. Her mother, Axanna, looked just as satisfied. Both women's spectacular bodies were all glistening with sweat. The sight made Ms Americana's mouth go dry and her heart race.

<HOW did a bunch of GEEKS capture such magnificent women?> she thought again. <It's incomprehensible.>

All of the aforementioned men were geeky to the extreme. Three of them wore thick glasses, with two of those actually having tape holding their glasses together. None were taller than five eight. So their foot long plus peckers and balls looked huge in proportion.

"Knew you'd like them," one of them said. He had dark, spited hair and the most pimply face either woman had ever seen. He also had the longest, thickest cock of the lot. "I'm Randal Rains, leader of this little cabal of genius geeks. Welcome."

"Yes, we've wanted to meet you two for ages," another said. He was Dexter Poindexter. He was the smallest and geekiest looking of them all. "I've dreamed of bonking Ms Americana since I was a kid."

"What was that, last year?" Flag Girl spat with disgust.

"Har har," another geek laughed mockingly. "We're all grown men, I'll have you know, Stuck-up Girl."

"You got that right, Todd," Randal said, nodding as the glared at the two super heroines. "Stuck up, big time. Just like the rich bitches behind us, you two are stuck up supreme. Maybe even more holier-than-thou stuck up than they are."

"You got that right, Randal," another said.

"Keep the names coming, boys," Ms Americana said. "It'll make the police report we file easier. So Randal, I assume you are the leader?"

"Good assumption, Ameri-BIMBO," he said, grinning as she gasped in outrage. "Especially since I TOLD you I was the leader."

"Duh," Todd said.

"Duh," Dexter repeated.

"As you have no doubt figured out, I'm Randal, the business and accounting master mind of this enterprise," he said. Then he pointed at Dexter, who bowed slightly. "Dex is our engineer." He pointed at the geek who hadn't spoken yet, who nodded. "That is Ned, physics and possible the greatest mind of us all." The next was the only blonde, also with spiky hair. "Todd Whitebread is the biology major that made this all possible."

"Charmed, I'm sure," Ms Americana said sarcastically, baby blues narrowed dangerously. "Now, are you going to surrender quietly or do we have to do this the hard way?"

"The hard way, I suspect," Randal said, looking rather smug. "Unless YOU will surrender like nice little whore bitches?"

"Good!" Flag Girl said. "I wanted to whoop your butts!"

"Don't you want to know WHY we kidnapped Green Spectre and Spectre Girl?" Randal said, with a smug smile that said he KNEW they wanted to know. Wanted to know badly.

"I love it when criminals are so eager to confess," Ms Americana said. "So, confess. We're listening."

"Of course, anything you say will be used against you in a court of law," Flag Girl added.

"Cool. Todd here created a formula that truly causes men's cocks and balls to grow and grow," Randal said, reaching down and seizing his semi-erect penis. The sight of him handling it made Ms Americana's throat tight and butterflies to again flutter to life deep in her belly. But she gritted her perfect teeth and listened. "As you can see, we are all large beyond natural proportion."

"And it gives us crazy endurance and sexual need," Todd said, nodding enthusiastically. "We're all fucking sex machines now."

"And we need superior women capable of handling our hyper-enhanced libidos and organs. Thus we sought out women with the Aphrodite gene, or more specifically, super heroines."

"You have bodies and libidos born to be wanton whores, with bodies and hips custom designed to have babies," Dexter said, licking his lips as he stared at Ms Americana's flaring hips.

"You arrogant, presumptuous PUPS!" Ms Americana cried, realizing where that was going. "You lured us here to captured us, then make us your wives and whores?"

"Hey now, don't blame us," Ned said. "It's not our fault that Aphrodite women are the ultimate whore/mother/wife. You are predisposed to be sexually needy and have the perfect baby making bodies."

As one, both super heroines gasped, their right hands going up to their throats in a classic display of feminine shock. There was truth in his words, but they fought hard to refuse it. They were superior women, not some disgusting, apish man's wife and whore, and especially not a couple of brood mares.

"Yeah, think about it," Randal said. "With our superior minds and your superior bodies, we'll make the best babies imaginable."

Ms Americana was agog. Four geeks -- GEEKS -- thought they would capture her, and then fuck her into submission? THEN force her to accept one of them as husband and MASTER, and proceed to allow her body to be used and abused. How dare them! The mere thought was outrageous, which only proved their juvenile little man brains had been fried. They were insane.

Axanna groaned at that point, claiming everyone's attention. The bound babes were squirming in their bonds, making tiny animal sounds of need and desire. It was enough to take away the breath of both Ms Americana and Flag Girl, who stared at them mesmerized as their own body's ached with need.

"Ah, as you see, both Axanna and Summer are already eager to please in every way," Dexter said proudly. He reached over to a rack on the wall. There were devices there that looked like cattle prods. The geek passed them out to his evil comrades. "Let's get busy, boys and girls."

That call to action grounded the Queen of Justice. It gave her something to concentrate on beside her own basic needs. Needs that must never be satisfied. So she narrowed her baby blues on the four geeks preparing for battle.

"Holy Electrolysis, Ms Americana, they want to PROD us into submission," Flag Girl cried.

"I noticed," she said, frowning in disapproval.

Cattle prods hurt. She didn’t deny that. Flag Girl knew that too, of course. Unfortunately, they had both been zapped with them before. Their power belts did nothing to protect them from that kind of attack. And it didn't help that there was lots of exposed skin to poke on both of their shapely bodies. And somehow she just knew these were super powered cattle prods.

"Don't let them touch you with those devilish things, Flag Girl," Ms Americana said as she took a fighting position.

Randal knocked over a bucket of water. The water rushed out over a large area, including washing over the super heroines' booted feet. The four geeks started to thrust their prods into the water, expecting to shock their victims into submission. But the sexy super heroines were quicker than that.

Using their super powered legs, both heroines thrust themselves far away and rolled into fighting positions. Ms Americana found Randal rushing towards her with a wild battle cry. He was very good wielding that prod, so she used all of her cunning, battle skill and strength to avoid being zapped stupid.

Meanwhile, Flag Girl was astonished to discover three geeks facing her. That was unprecedented. The criminals always went after Ms Americana first and in greatest force, since she was the greatest threat. And to her horror, she'd jumped over into a corner!

"Ms Americana!" Flag Girl cried.

"I'm coming!" she cried, as shocked to see her sidekick facing the greater threat.

"Oh, you'll be cumming all right, Ms Sexlicious," Randal said, grinning wolfishly. "You'll be cumming with my mega-cock deep inside you."

That unsavory image flashed before her inner eye. Ms Americana froze, transfixed by the inner imaged of that monster cock thrusting hard into her vulnerable body. She was so shocked, she almost didn't see Randal's attack.

He thrust the prod like device at her face. She ducked and darted to the right. He swung it around to block her so fast she instantly knew he'd been practicing with it a long time. No one became that good overnight. Then the thought occurred to her that the others might be just as capable with their prods.

Her baby blue eyes rose up to witness Flag Girl use a roundhouse kick to the shaft of one prod to parry it aside, then duck under the second geek's prod thrust at her. Unfortunately, she couldn't avoid the third. It hit her power belt right between the F and G on the front.

Ms Americana steeled herself for her protégé's scream of pure pain. But Flag Girl got the strangest, confused look on her face as she froze in place. The three geeks didn't hesitate, though. Two of them dropped their prods and each seized a wrist and pulled them behind her back. The third geek -- Ned, and one who zapped her -- produced a pair of handcuffs and clicked them onto her wrists.

"Got her, Randal!" they cried triumphantly in unison.

"NO!" Ms Americana cried, trying to scoot around the prod wielding uber geek.

Randal and the other geeks moved immediately. They abandoned Flag Girl and charged her as she ran around their leader. They came in on line against her, prods leveled and ready to thrust. But the Queen of Justice surprised them by diving over them.

"What?" more than one cried. "Hey!"

"Ha! You better learn now, boys, you cannot stop the Queen of Justice," she cried, baby blues flashing in victory. "I'm stronger, faster and have more cunning."

"But we're smarter and have a better strategy, Ms Super Bimbo," Randal said from her left rear.

Ms Americana didn't realize he followed her so closely. She thought he was back with the other geeks. As she started to turn, she spotted Flag Girl's big blue eyes spring wide in horror. A second later she felt something hard and metallic thrust into her waist, straight into her power belt. Then she felt a jolt reverberate through her hyper endowed body.

"Yeeiiieeeeeewwwww!" she cried, twisting and leaping aside. "Ooohh. Ah. You missed!" She grinned at him with mocking triumphant. Her power belt had absorbed the bulk of the charge, so she felt only a strange, but familiar, feeling she couldn't just yet place. "Loser. When will you learn you cannot tangle with a super heroine of my caliber and expect to escape unscathed?"

"Dex, do the honors," Randal said, grinning.

Ms Americana didn't understand why they all looked so smug, so sure of themselves. She wasn't captured. Was she right in that they had all lost their minds? Maybe the drug that super enhanced their cocks and balls also scrambled their feeble man brains.

Randal moved up before her, and tossed his prod aside. The others threw their prods away, as well. Ned and Todd went to either side of her, while Dexter produced a pair of handcuffs and moved behind her. She crinkled her perfect little nose at them, for they were not acting like either geeks or the more common variety of criminal.

<They are mad to throw away their ONLY weapons,> she thought.

Ms Americana took a classic super heroine pose, with her red gloved fists balled up on her flaring hips. With one leg thrust forward and a hip thrust out, she knew she struck both a fiercesome and sexy pose. It was meant to take their breath away, and it appeared to be doing that just fine.

"You are making a big mistake, boys."

Randal paused to look her over with intense lust in his face. She could "feel" him undressing her, and doing far worse, in his perverted thoughts. The statuesque super heroine had to fight the urge to cross her arms over her 44DDs.

"In about fifteen seconds you are going to feel super foolish," Randal said, grinning. He nodded and they moved in as one, but cautiously.

"Men are so predicable," she sneered. "And so disgusting. But a warning, anyone that lays hands on me will suffer my righteous wrath BEFORE I call in the police."

"Not before you feel our RIGHTUOUS cocks pushed up every orifice of your luscious body, Ameri-bitch," Dexter said from behind her.

In that instant her attention was diverted to her rear, Ned and Todd seized her wrists. Ms Americana almost laughed out loud. She was going to mop the floor with them. She was ten times stronger than any man, and there were only four scrawny geeks confronting her in hand-to-hand combat. The vivacious vigilante almost felt sorry for them.

"Don’t say I didn't warn you," Ms Americana snarled.

"Ms Americana!" Flag Girl cried. "The prod doesn't zap you, but shorts out your power belt."

"Little late on that warning, Flag Twit," Randal said. "Cuff her, boys."

"Huh?" Ms Americana said, then tried to pull free of the two geeks. They held fast. She pulled harder, and they hung on easily. An icy cold chill ran up her back and froze her insides. "Great Liberty! I've been de-powered!"

In that instant she realized the familiar feeling she felt when Randal "zapped" her was the feeling of removing her power belt, the sensation of super power bleeding quickly out of her body. Ms Americana was no longer ten times stronger than a strong man, and was now far weaker than four determined geeks.

"Let go of me!" she cried as she felt them bull her still strong arms back further and further. She was still in superb shape for an ordinary woman. But the geeks had surprise and numbers on their side. Her arms were already moving towards her back before she knew what was going on. "Unhand me, you miserable miscreants!"

Click! Click!

"Great Liberty, I've been captured!"

"Great Liberty! I hope you scream that loud when you cum," Randal cried, then the geeks all laughed.

"Don't even think about it, you vile little worn," Ms Americana growled. She lifted her head high and thrust out her 44DDs proudly. "I am the Queen of Justice, and a great and respected super heroine. If you so much as touch a single hair on my head you will suffered my wrath."

"Boy, I'm glad Dexter gets you as a wife," Randal said, shaking his head. "Your 'superior-to-thou' song and dance is tiresome."

"I agree," Todd said.

"Gag her," Ned said, as he stuffed a red ball gag into Flag Girl's mouth.

Strangely, despite everything that had happened and was about to happen, she couldn't help but notice the red color of the ball gag perfectly matched the shade of red of Flag Girl's lipstick. Then Ms Americana felt someone kick the back of her knees, forcing her to fall to her knees. So she clamped her teeth together and glared daggers at Randal, daring him to even try and force a rubber ball gag between her teeth.

"Isn't she cute in her useless defiance," Dexter said. "My God, I can't wait to start having babies with her. I want five or six kids."

Ms Americana was utterly outraged by his comment. But she heard Todd coming up behind her and wouldn't open her mouth to say anything, so he wouldn't have a chance to gag her. But to her surprise, he didn't want to BALL gag her. Instead, Todd pressed a thick, wide piece of latex over her mouth. It covered her lower face from just below her nose to over and under her chin. And once he buckled it behind her head, she couldn't open her mouth, much less speak.

"Mmmuuuunnnnnnnuuuu!" she cried, shaking her head wildly trying to shake the hated gag away. So like a weak, pathetic man to want to deny a strong woman her voice. "Hhhmmmnuuuunnn!"

Ms Americana was pulled to her feet. Todd unsnapped and removed her now useless power belt as Ned and Dexter knelt at her booted feet with rope. She was too stunned to move. Not only was she de-powered, bound and gagged, but they had REMOVED her power belt. Without the power belt upon her body, encircling her narrow waist, the sexy super heroine had no hope of regaining her super powers. And without super powers, she and Flag Girl was utterly helplessly and at the mercy of their wicked captors.

Ned and Dexter quickly bound her ankles together. Ms Americana gazed upon the sweaty, panting bodies of Green Spectre and Spectre Girl. They were stripped, fucked stupid and unmasked. Once the geeks learned they were Axanna and Summer Morgan they OWNED them.

<That's how they'll do it,> she thought dismally. <We'll be unmasked and blackmailed into submission, forced to marry them and have their babies. Great Liberty! It's not fair. Their plan is PERFECT!>

After she was pushed against the wall and a roped used to bind her handcuffs to a water pipe, Randal took the opportunity to take multiple pictures of both Ms Americana and Flag Girl -- bound, gagged and helpless -- with a digital camera. Then the geeks gathered around Flag Girl. Her silky blonde hair began to fly as she shook her head NO, for they were beginning to strip the horrified heroine.

"Nnnnuuuuuu!" Ms Americana cried, her muffled NO ignored by the lusty, eager-eyed geeks.

Ms Americana's throat tightened as she witnessed Flag Girl's 36Ds pop out of her red, white and blue top. Seconds later that top was tossed aside as four geeks giggled and mauled her titties with hands and mouths. It lasted ten minutes, then they pushed the now stunned and barely moving sidekick to her back. Her micro mini was pulled down her legs and away, revealing a white cotton thong. Even from twenty feet away Ms Americana could see that thong was sopping wet.

"Wahoo! She's even hornier than Spectre Girl!" Todd cried after he seized and ripped off the saturated cotton garment. "Talk about Flag WHORE."

"Flag TRAMP."

"How about, 'Flag Fuckmeat?'"

"Naw, just fuckmeat is enough," Randal said, grinning as wolfishly as a geek could muster. Then pointing at an empty fuck machine. "Mount her up, then we can MOUNT HER."

Flag Girl was forced face down on a sawhorse, with the slightly padded wood going between her jostling tits. They bound her to the sawhorse around the waist, leaving her butt hanging just off the end. After that, they bound her thighs to the legs of the sawhorse, then forced her to bend her legs until the calves were pressed against her bound thighs, and then bound the calves to the thighs, sharp stilettos pointing at the ceiling. Ms Americana grimaced, seeing how her sexy sidekick's moist pussy and anus were exposed for easy exploitation. Then, with her wrists already handcuffed, they tied her elbows painfully together, and ran a rope up her back and round her slender throat -- forcing the sobbing sidekick's head way back and making it easy to fuck her mouth.

"Dex gets you, Ms Americana, because he is the one that drew the lowest number, so got first choice in super heroines," Randal said as he eased up behind Flag Girl. He paused to fondle and caress Flag Girl's shapely, silky smooth rump. "I had second choice, and chose Flag Girl. I like blondes better, and sidekicks are smaller and more submissive. I like my women as submissive as they are beautiful. Besides, I would HATE looking UP at my wife and slave."

"Uuunnnhhnnnn!" Ms Americana cried. He guided his super enhanced cock to Flag Girl's quivering twat. So wet and shiny. The Queen of Justice shook her head violently NO, trying to stop him. Flag Girl was screaming into her gag as well, shaking her head NO, the sexy blonde ponytails on each side of her head bouncing madly. All to no avail, because Randal locked eyes with Ms Americana and slowly pushed his foot long plus cock into the bound and gagged super heroine, making her gasp and freeze. "Nnnuuu!"

"Aaauuunnnnnnuuuuummmm!" Flag Girl cried, eyes wider than Ms Americana ever saw them before.

Randal took his time, savoring the moment. He worked the monster cock in slowly but surely. Flag Girl was stunned, both by the fact SHE was captured and being raped, and by her body's reactions to being sexually mounted. Her shapely teenage body was afire, super heated and all tingly. She couldn't get enough air through her nose and everything was awhirl around her.

The super hung geek worked his way inside her until he ran into the most delightful of roadblocks. Her maidenhead. Her virtue. Flag Girl's Hymen Tissue. He laughed and grinned viciously, then slanted a lusty look back at a horrified Ms Americana as he seized Flag Girl tightly around her tiny waist.

"I was right, like Spectre Girl, Flag Girl is a virgin!"

Then he THRUST with authority, ripping that fragile tissue to ribbons.

"Was," Ned corrected, and they all laughed.

Ms Americana almost swooned as that monster cock slipped in and out, deeper and deeper into her sexy sidekick. A tiny trickle of blood came out, proving he really did deflower her. The Queen of Justice always knew this could happen to them. Knew it COULD, but never believed it WOULD happen. At least not to her, personally. Indeed, capture and rape was not an uncommon end of super heroines. After that, it varied. Sometimes they were executed. Mostly, though, criminals seemed to find perverse pleasure in forcing them into vile prostitution, or some other kind of life as a fuck toy to evil men.

Randal quickly got a rapid stroke going, then pulled her long blonde pigtails back into one hand and started groping a tit with the other. It was obviously scrambling poor Flag Girl's mind. She'd been a virgin prior to this night. Then glancing at Summer Morgan, the former Spectre Girl, Ms Americana noticed the beautiful blonde was watching Flag Girl with a hungry, wanton look. The captured teenager was all but panting as she watched her friend being ravished.

"Oh, master," Axanna groaned. "Me, too. Please, be nice to me, master."

"Me, too," Summer begged. "I need so terribly."

"Nuummmmm mnnuunnn uunnnuu!" Ms Americana cried.

Ned walked up and removed the gag from Flag Girl's mouth. Ms Americana's protégé wasn't given any time to enjoy that measly respite, for the geek shoved his foot long cock into her mouth. Then to Ms Americana's surprise and horror, Flag Girl's eyes closed and she began to SUCK.

"Damn!" Ned cried. "Did you see that? She's EAGER to suck and fuck."

They double fucked Flag Girl until she couldn't take it any longer. She started struggling helplessly, moaning and groaning pathetically. Then her eyes went wide and she screamed around the enormous cock stuffed deep into her mouth.

"Uuuuummmmmmmmuuuuuunnnnnnnnn! Uhh! Uhh!" she cried, and then again. "Hhhhuuuuummmmmmmnnnnnn!"

Moments later both men climaxed, pumping Ms Americana's lovely and oh so sweet ward and protégé full of sticky, hot cum. Ned pulled out a moment too soon, ejaculating a thick, ropy jet of cum into her face. Ms Americana stared wide eyed at the creamy white cum dripping gooey down across Flag Girl's full red lips. Then she started when Flag Girl's wet tongue darted out to lick up the cum.

"Oh!" was all Flag Girl had time to say before Todd shoved his cock into her open mouth. Then Dexter mounted her from the rear. "Ummmmmmm. Mmmmmm."

<Flag Girl, be strong!> Ms Americana thought. Then she glanced worriedly at Axanna and Summer. <Don't let them tame you, too.>

Ned and Randal went to Ms Americana and each grabbed her by the upper arm. They half carried her over to Flag Girl, then forced her to kneel close. And watch her sidekick enjoying being fucked.

There was no doubt Flag Girl was enjoying it. Like so many super heroines before her, the sidekick's shapely body was betraying her. It was the curse of the Aphrodite gene some said. Ms Americana didn't want to believe the very genetic gift that allowed her to be a super heroine also would be her downfall.

<This isn't fair!>

Up close, she was assaulted with the stench of Flag Girl's ravishment. She smelled sex, musty, ripe and new, with urine and Flag Girl's delicate perfume mixed in. And worse than the smell of it, was the sound. The squish-squish of the cock wetly pumping in and out, in and out, and the slurps of Flag Girl's cock sucking. And underlying it all, was the tiny animal noises Flag Girl was unconsciously making.

The stench and sounds called to something deep within Ms Americana. Something even more frightening than rape. Watching her sidekick fucked stupid called to her secret weakness. And her treacherous body responded.

Ms Americana was forced to watch every one of them abuse every orifice of Flag Girl's ripe teenage body. She watched the ease in which they broke the once proud, vivacious beauty. They reduced the blonde super heroine into a helpless, needy, simpering fuck toy, eager for her own ravishment, even begging for more, more, more. And they left Ms Americana weak and panting through her nose, her body and libido afire, butterflies gone wild in her belly and an erotic heat ignited in her loins.

"And finally, the ultimate prize," Randal said. "The subjugation of Ms Americana."

"Uuunnnnn!" she cried, and shaking her head NO so violently her silky black hair flew all about.

"Do they get any sexier, any hotter that Ms Americana, boys," Dexter growled hungrily. "My future wife."

Suddenly it was impossible to breathe. Ms Americana gasped noisily for breath through her nose. Darkness was threatening to overcome her as the geeks seized the shapeliest of all super heroines and dragged her to her feet.

<Great Liberty, so many evil men will LOVE to know I am defeated and vanquished,> she thought miserably.

Ms Americana cut a look at the next sex "rack" in line, next to Flag Girl. At first glance it was an overlarge chair. Mostly, it was silver piping and a small padded platform, or seat. The back of the "chair" was a single silver pipe going up a couple feet, then across and down. A black leather harness hung from the crossbar. There were shackles on the seat.

The Queen of Justice suddenly found four horny geeks grabbing, pawing, fondling at her gorgeous body. Dexter grabbed her top between her 44DDs and pulled down. Hard.

"Wow!" he cried as her perfectly shaped, globular white tits popped out and bounced enticingly before their awestruck faces. "Holy Cow! Look at the milk makers on this bitch."

Dexter, as her "fiancé," stepped up and took one huge tit in both hands and squeezed. Then he lifted that heavy mammary to his face and licked her slowly hardening nipple. Ms Americana sucked in a sharp breath, stunned by how great that felt. Then he began to suck on the nipple, and her world started to spin. Seconds later, three more geeks grabbed hold again and started playing with their newest sex toy.

Ms Americana closed her eyes and groaned as her head fell back. She didn't even care when someone pulled her bikini bottoms down to the ropes binding her ankles. But her eyes popped open wide when Ned's fingers started caressing the glistening folds of her pussy.

"She's already wet," Ned said. He tugged her nether lips open, enjoying the way she jumped. Then he slipped a finger into her hot, wet slit. "Look at her jump. She's really into this. I think she's the hottest, horniest one of the lot."

"Looks like it," Randal said, amazed. "She's already broke a sweat and her belly is quivering. None of the others got that far until after we started fucking them."

"Usually after their first or second climax," Todd said, then started sucking on the free tit.

Randal, behind her, started fingering her sphincter while licking, kissing and sucking hard on her neck. Sucking hard enough to leave a hickey.

"Uuummmmnnnnn," she groaned helplessly. Being so helpless made her feel even weaker. "Nnnmmmmuuuunnnn."

She was mauled with hands and mouths for fifteen minutes. It left her weak kneed and panting through her nose. Her super endowed body was shimmering wetly with sweat.

"Now you know how Snow White felt on rent day," Randal whispered into her ear. "When the dwarves all came to collect their shot of ass."

The four geeks suddenly pushed her over. For a few brief seconds Ms Americana panicked, falling. But the laughing geeks caught her, and lifted her up. She was quickly carried to the waiting sex rack next to Flag Girl. She was placed upon her knees atop the small "seat." Then they pushed her upper body up under the crossbar, and placed the two-strap harness around her 44DDs, one strap above and one below and fastening together between her shoulder blades. A short length of chain attached it to the middle of the cross piece. Her titanic tits swung below, looking delicious and vulnerable.

"Mmm. Hmmmuuunnn," she tried to protest, now hanging helplessly in that harness and awaiting their perverse pleasures.

They untied her ankles, pulled off her bikini bottoms and quickly spread her shapely, satiny smooth legs wide on the seat. Clamps on either side were snapped around her legs, just below her knees. Next they fastened her ankles to the end of the seat, leaving her kneeling, knees wide and upper body dangling in a black leather harness.

"All aboard!" Randal called, and laughed. "The Ms Americana Express is ready to be RAVISHED."

Dexter stepped up to the plate first. He was after all, her designated fiancé. He got first shot at her. It would be his cock she felt first, that would be the first of many to violate the sanctity of her super sexy body.

"Me first," Dexter said. He reached down and slipped a finger into her dripping pussy. So sexily slippery. She groaned, surprised by how wanton it sounded even to her. Then he found her engorged clit, making her body jump. "Women all got buttons that need pushing, boys. It's called foreplay." They laughed as he rubbed her clit and she started groaning and writhing. "A woman has got to be ready to receive her man, so she can enjoy it as much as he will."

"Hhhhuuuummmmm," she groaned, dropping her head and looking down the length of her body, through the canyon of her heavy tits swinging gently, to her pussy. She watched his hand, stroking her fire so easily, and tried with all her strength to resist him. So hard. So easy to surrender. "Uuuummmm."

The fire was lit long ago. It was raging and she really couldn't handle what he was doing, and what he was about to do to her.

<They are going to fuck me stupid, four times over,> she thought miserably. <My body is obviously unable to withstand their assault, but I must keep my head.> Dexter pushed a different finger into her vagina. <Oh, Great Liberty, that feels so good. Uh. No, can't be weak. Must fight these feelings. Must fight them.> She glanced at Flag Girl, Axanna and Summer. <Can't let them tame me, too.>

Drops of sweat were tickling their way down her sides, down her dangling tits. She felt the cool air on her overheated body, especially as the sweat dripped off her rock hard, protruding nipples. Under the gag she gnawed on her lower lip, trying to ignore that other strangely erotic stimulation, trying to be strong.

Her baby blues went wide when she watched the hand tormenting her vagina drop down and lift up that frightening, fully erect cock. A foot of thick man meat custom designed to tame a woman, to make her satisfied and docile, to fuck her into submission. It was still sticky wet from fucking Flag Girl, and Summer before that.

<Now it is my turn.> she thought with a tight throat as the huge purple head slowly touched her pussy lips, then pushed inside. As she watched that dick head vanish inside her, she closed her eyes and felt her sex being spread impossibly wide. <Great Liberty, he's going to rip me in half!>

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhgggggghhhhhhhh!"

"I think she liked that," Randal said, eyes afire with lusty delight.

"Jesus, this bitch is the tightest so far," Dexter groaned. "Tight as Spectre Girl's ass was the first time."

Dexter stopped rubbing Ms Americana's clit and grabbed her flaring hips with both hands, for a better hold so he could put more power in his thrusts. He immediately pulled her hips back as hard as he could, while thrusting forward.

"Uuuuuuuuhhh," she groaned, feeling four super thick inches pushed into her body. There was pain, but underscored with intense pleasure. The expression "hurts good" suddenly came to mind, and she completely understood it. He stroked her a few times at that depth, to loosen her up, then thrust hard again, penetrating another three inches. "Nnnnngghhhh."

"That's more than most men could give her, Dex," Todd said. "And you still have another four or five inches."

<Four or five more inches!> she thought, astonished. She gazed past her titanic tits, at his equally impressive cock. So much still to go inside her! <He's only a little more than HALF in? Great Liberty! He's only the first of FOUR!"

And worse, she recalled what they did to Flag Girl. Every one of them took her sexy sidekick in every one of her orifices. Pussy. Mouth. Anus. Four times enormous in each orifice.

<No wonder they are all tamed!>

Tears rolled down across her cheeks. She was always so convinced she would be Delta City's very first super heroine to retire with an unblemished career. All the others before her had been captured and vanished into white slavery, or worse. Everyone would think that happened to her, too. Her sterling reputation would be stained forever. That most hated asterisk would be placed beside her name in the history books, saying "Vanished. Fate unknown." Which was what they also said even when it was known the super heroine was sold into white slavery.

Dexter was in full fuck mode. He was pumping her pussy with authority, each thrust pushing a little bit deeper, pushing her a little bit closer to ultimate doom and destitution. The fire was slowly turning into a liquid-like heat she'd never felt before, and it frightened her. She was close.

After a few minutes, Ms Americana was snorting loudly through her nose, eyes closed and losing the battle to hold a monster climax at bay. Her whole body was afire with liquid heat. She knew that if her will faltered even a second, she would lose it. If he didn't cum quickly, then she would.

Dexter started pumping faster the moment he got the full length of his cock inside her. He fucked her with all he could muster, enjoying the way her shapely white rump and thighs quivered every time his body slapped into hers, with every stroke. His cock was growing even harder, larger as he neared release. And he could feel how tense Ms Americana was in his hands, fighting him still. But not for long.

"Honk! Honk!" Dexter said, reaching down and around to squeeze her 44DDs. Then he seized her tousled black hair and jerked her head back. "Submit and cum! I own you, Americana!"

"Nuuuu!" she cried, startled by the hair jerk. She lost her concentration.

The orgasm EXPLODED inside the curvaceous super heroine. Her back arched and her whole body clenched, then released with the climax.

"Uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!"

"Bingo!" Dexter cried. "Ms Americana is TAMED!"

"Uuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhh!" she cried with another climax ravaging her body and soul. And then another, "Yyyuuummmggghhhh! Uuuuuuuummmmmm!"

"My victory is complete," Dexter cried, and let go. His thick cum flooded into the hapless heroine, now spent and exhausted as she hung limply in the harness.

Dexter pulled out, allowing a thick rope of cum to flow out as well. She felt it dribble down her thighs. Seconds later, Todd moved up behind her and mounted her easily. She didn't have the strength of body or will to fight him. Then Dexter stepped in front of her to gloat a long moment.

As Todd started stroking her inner fire. She groaned miserably. It was going to be a long night. Then she saw Dexter pick up her celebrated, LEGENDARY, costume and start pinning it to the wall behind her. Most of Flag Girl's costume was already up. While Dexter had been fucking her into la-la land, the others had finished stripping her sexy sidekick. From top to bottom, they had Flag Girl's choker, top, micro mini, with blue gloves to either side. At the bottom of the display hung her red calf boots. The same as Green Spectre's and Spectre Girl's costumes, save the mask.

<Great Liberty, they are going to unmask us!>

She turned and watched in growing desperation as Randal had the singular pleasure of removing his future wife's blue mask.

"Lydia?" he said, astonished and delighted. "Lydia Wills? I don't believe it. You're the HOTTEST girl on campus!"

Todd fucked Ms Americana hard for ten minutes, forcing half a dozen climaxes from her oversexed body and leaving her a mindless mess. When Ned mounted her, Dexter grinned and removed her gag. If felt good, especially with that fresh cock deep inside her. She had a mini climax.

"Aaaiiiee," she gasped. She gasped, swallowed and licked full red lips. "Mercy. Please."

So hard to think. She didn't know what to do when Dexter pressed his still sticky cock in her face. It took her a second to focus on it and realize what he wanted. Without thought she opened her sweet red lips. As he guided the semi-flaccid cock to her mouth, she stuck out her tongue to guide it in.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned as she tasted his cum and her pussy juices. The stench of her own sex aroused her libido, and she gobbled him down. "Mmmm. Mmmmuuumm."

"Look at her go!" Ned cried. "None of them sucked on us that enthusiastically, that fast."

"The biggest heroine, and the biggest secret whore at heart," Randal said, nodding. "Figures."

Ms Americana next orgasm started building even faster than before. Each one came faster, lasted longer and came more powerfully. She was quickly becoming to really LOVE to climax. And the sex leading up to, and causing the climaxes, was feeling better and better each time. But the cock in the mouth was the clincher. That pushed her over the top.

"Aaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

<Great Liberty, I am a whore! I've been TAMED,> she thought, not entirely displeased. Maybe a little sad for her lost lifestyle. Ms Americana would never stride the streets of Delta City, never strike fear in the hearts of miscreants and criminals. The Delta City underworld would be dancing in the streets for a week once word went out she had fallen, that she was FUCKED into submission and tamed. <Oh, how they will celebrate.>

Dexter was building fast inside her mouth. It was a race to see who would climax first. Ms Americana thought she would, but seconds before being pushed over the top yet again, he gasped, shuddered and started gushing hot cum inside her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned out before she started gulping that sweetest of nectars. The nectar of vanquished super heroines. Cum.

Pulling out, Dexter shot one last spurt across her lips. Then to her surprise and shock, he reached down and ripped off her mask. She wasn’t expecting to be unmasked until they'd all fucked her three times over. Like with Flag Girl.

"Great Liberty, I'm unmasked!"

"Yes you are, Brenda Wade," Dexter crowed. "Jesus, I'm going to marry Brenda Fucking Wade, the hottest, richest socialite in the city. I'm set for life."

"And the Wade and Morgan fortunes will finance our new company, making us all filthy rich," Randal said. "I love business."

# # #

Epilogue.

Five years later. Delta City had been without a single super heroine for four years. After the loss of Ms Americana, Flag Girl, Green Spectre and Spectre Girl, the local super heroines went into action. They left no stone unturned, for they were out for vengeance. One by one, they vanished over the space of a year.

Word on the street said Ms Americana was sold to a tin-horn dictator in Africa. Flag Girl was purchased by a Russian drug czar, while Green Spectre found herself owned by a Columbian drug kingpin. Spectre Girl had the worst fate, rumor had it, being sold to a sleazy brothel in Bangkok.

Of course, rumor said Lady Midnight was sold to a Saudi Prince, but was in fact sold to King Pimp, who worked her as FORMER assistant DA Angela Grier in his brothel, the Palace. Azure Angel was the one sold to the Saudi Prince, while Jungle Babe was purchased by a group of investors (Okay, it was the members of her own company's board of directors) who robbed her of her fortune and kept her in a penthouse apartment as their private whore. Got Gal and Got Chic were sold as a set to Dragon Queen, who needed a super heroine or two for experiments.

Poor Champion Girl, tragically, was flying above Sugar Town one night and ran into an airplane. She fell in a back alley, where vagrants fucked her into submission. She was still in that alley, servicing vagrants inside a cardboard box.

Of course, the Cabal of Geeks, as they called themselves, kept the truth about the only four heroines they kept for themselves a secret. The city was abuzz within a month of the first four heroine disappearances when Brenda Wade announcing her engagement to Dexter Poindexter. A week later Axanna Morgan eloped with Ned Baker and Summer admitted she was carrying Todd Whitebread's baby, and intended on marrying him. Then two weeks later, Lydia Wills shocked the world by announcing she was already married to Randal Rains, the new head of a drug company.

The gossipmongers had a field day with four Doctorial Candidates suddenly scoring the richest, hottest women in the city. And they were so GEEKY. Then the press conference to announce their new company, and the product. THEN everyone thought they understood the attraction. The people snickered and grinned and made jokes about being "cock whipped," but they never thought to question it.

Now, five years later, Brenda had four children and one in the oven. Lydia was happily expecting her fourth. Summer had a single set of triplets, and had convinced her husband that was all they needed. Axanna, to her horror, went into early menopause after being captured and tamed, and was infertile. Instead, she and Ned had hired unsavory people to find and acquire Champion Girl, so Ned could mate with her and get super heroine babies like his friends. They would keep her locked up in the secret room she formerly used to change into her Green Spectre costume.

They were all very happy and successful. Especially the women, who seemed to go through their everyday millionaire housewife existence with beatific smiles on their beautiful faces. Everyone knew why. Of course, they never discussed the point, and just smiled when asked.

THE END