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MS AMERICANA: MIND GAMES

By Dark One

            Harald Archers frowned and rechecked his schematics.  He designed it, so he didn’t really need to look at them, but it helped him sort out his thoughts.  The experimental device just didn’t seem to do anything.  It was supposed to calm anxiety when he looked into the flashing lights, which he’d calculated to be the perfect frequency.  Unfortunately, every time he looked into that flashing light, he felt only growing anxiety.  In all of his life, he had NEVER earned less than an “A” on anything.  The possibility that he could earn a resounding “F” sent his heart to racing.  It would be so humiliating.

            “Ewww,” a familiar feminine voice said behind him.  “Why are you set up next to my lab station?”

            “Oh, Lydia!” Harald said, startled.  “I didn’t know… I mean, this is not your lab day and… and this is my lab station and… I mean…”

            “Oh, hush,” Lydia said, signing dramatically as she rolled her beautiful blue eyes.

            Harald just gawked for a long moment.  She was gorgeous.  He’d whacked off while fantasizing about her more times than he could count.  Lydia Wills was just slightly shorter than himself, except when she wore those sexy sky-high stilettos she always wore.  Today, her long, silky blond hair was pulled back into a bouncy ponytail.  She wore a red, stretchy tank top strained to the max and an equally snug black micro miniskirt, combined with bare legs and red stiletto strappy pumps.  Lydia finished off her outfit with a red satin choker, big silver hoop earrings, and matching bangles.

            The chubby, pimply-faced geek could barely breathe, much less think.  Lydia was quite obviously not wearing a bra, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her jiggling boobs.  Her nipples were slightly engorged and perfectly accentuated by the overstretched fabric.

            “Are you going to be long?” Lydia said.  She looked around.  They were alone in the laboratory.  “You could move to another spot.  Over across the room, next to the window looks like a good spot.”  She stopped, realizing where he was looking.  So she reached out, pulled his glasses off, and tossed them down the long lab bench.  “I warned you many times, Geek, don’t stare at my boobs.”

            “Sorry,” Harald said in a mousy voice, head bowed as he shambled over to fetch his glasses.  At least she didn’t throw his glasses all the way across the room, like Summer Morgan did the last time SHE caught him staring at her beautiful boobs.  “My experiment isn’t working, so I’ll be leaving in a few.”

            “Good,” Lydia said, smirking as she unlocked her drawer and pulled out her own science experiment.

            Harald tried hard to keep his eyes off the perky blond heiress, but they kept being pulled towards her.  So hard.  She was so gorgeous.  So he tried to lose himself in figuring out what was wrong with his invention.  Then, Lydia sat down on the high stool, and her super short and tight skirt rode even higher up her thighs.  Harald let out a tiny gasp when he noticed her panties being exposed for a long second, before she crossed those mile-long, shapely legs and blocked the view.

            Harald turned back to his experiment with trembling hands and a mind in turmoil.

            Lydia was annoyed.  The last person she wanted to spend the afternoon with was Hapless Harald.  That geek had the social skills of a… well, of a GEEK.  And he was so creepy.  Not a day went by where she didn’t feel like someone was watching her, and looked around only to find Harald gawking at her.  Usually gawking at her tits or ass.  Of course, most of the boys at college stared at her spectacular body, so she was used to that, and kind of expected it.  But she only liked certain boys staring at her.  Harald was not one of those select few.

            Harald was soon consumed by his little device.  He would turn it on, stare at the strobe light for a long moment, huff, and turn it off before making some slight adjustment and trying again.  His frustrated huffs, and the strobe light, were quickly beginning to annoy the sexy socialite coed.

            “What is that… thing?” Lydia finally asked, so irritated by the flashing light that she turned to Harald, prepared to give him a big piece of her mind.  But the second her bright blue eyes looked into the strobe light, her gaze locked on it, and she felt warmth flood her shapely body.  An instant later, all thought vanished from her mind.

            “Huh?” Harald said, pulled out of his train of thought by her angry outburst and question.  He glanced at her, and did a double-take.  Lydia just sat there beside him, slack-jawed and staring at his invention.  That was odd.  So he turned it off, and she started to come out of her trance-like state.  “Oh my God.  Did it… I mean… oh.”

            Harald quickly flipped the ON switch, and Lydia was instantly caught by it again.  She just stared, her beautiful, full red lips parted and shimmering so sweetly.  He wanted to kiss those sweet lips.  He wanted… and then he remembered himself and focused.

            “Lydia?”

            “Yes,” she said in monotone.

            “Are you awake?”

            “Yes.”

            “Um, are you okay?”

            “Yes.”

            “Are you hypnotized or something?”

            Lydia didn’t answer.  That question required too much thought for the entranced beauty to process.  Harald suddenly felt both excited and frightened.  If it was doing to Lydia what he thought it was doing, then his life was MADE.  If he was wrong, he would be in so much trouble.

            “Lydia, you will not remember anything that happened or that was said between us,” Harald said.  “But when I turn off this device, you will be terribly thirsty and immediately go get a drink of water.”

            Harald turned off the device.

            “Oh… what?” Lydia said, batting her eyes and looking around.  “Did I just doze off?  I mean, never mind.”  She looked around, licked her lips, and stood up.  “I’m dying of thirst.”

            Harald watched with bated breath as Lydia walked over to the nearby water fountain and started to drink.  She drank quite a lot, before returning to her seat.  So, smiling with wicked glee, Harald turned on his experiment again, adjusting the aim a bit to better capture Lydia’s eyes when the sexy heiress looked that way again.

            “Oh, Lydia,” Harald said nervously.

            “Now what do…?” Lydia said, right before being caught by the machine’s hypnotic strobe again.

            “Stop thinking, stop remembering what I’m doing.  Just sit still,” Harald said, before reaching over and caressing her naked, satiny smooth thigh.  She didn’t react.  Didn’t bat an eye.  So he gave her leg a little squeeze and prepared to run from the lab, but Lydia didn’t react at all.  So, emboldened, Harald reached higher.  Heart racing, he cupped her perfect, bra-less boob.  It was firm and big and the first tit that Hapless Harald had ever touched.  “This is so fucking cool.”

            Harald began squeezing her tits with relish, while his other hand slid up to stroke her silky blond ponytail and he leaned in to kiss those shiny red lips, so full and firm.

            “Mmmm,” Harald groaned, savoring every second of kissing and fondling his dream girl.

            After a couple minutes of deep kisses, he pulled her red tube top down off her perky 36Ds.  He was amazed that there was no sag at all.  He moved to stand behind her, and reached around with both hands to feel her up, to squeeze those boobs and caress their firm weight and warm, soft skin.  He rolled her firm nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, giving them hard pulls and pinches, too.  He grabbed her ponytail, and was about to yank her head back so he’d have access to her sweet lips again, when he realized that doing that would pull her eyes off the hypnotic device so carefully propped up on the work bench, and break the trance.

            “Lydia,” he said.  “When I turn off the device, you will be very obedient.  You will do whatever you are told, and not think it unusual that you are doing so.”

            “I will be obedient.”

            “Exactly.  And to prove it, when I turn off the strobe, you will immediately inform me that you are my slave,” he said.  “Understand?”

            “Yes.”

            Harald’s heart hammered.  If this didn’t work, Lydia would probably not only get him kicked out of college, but file assault charges.  His life would be ruined.  But it was his only chance at a woman like Lydia.  It was do or die time.

            The pimply-faced geek turned off the device, and turned back towards his dream girl.  Lydia blinked twice, turned to him, and smiled.

            “Master, I am your slave,” Lydia said.

            “Kiss me.”

            The topless beauty slipped off her stool and moved into his arms, pressing her amazing body tightly against his.  Her head tilted, and her luscious lips parted ever so slightly as she pushed into the kiss.  And what a kiss.  Harald felt like a king.  He held her so tight that her arms wrapped around his neck, as their lips slid and slipped all over each other, their tongues dancing deep in their mouths.

            “You’ll do anything I ask?” Harald said, when their kiss finally ended.

            “Anything.  Anal.  Oral.  You can titty fuck me,” she said without hesitation.

            Harald was flabbergasted.  Her mind just naturally went to sex.  Wild sex.  Kinky sex.  He was thrilled.

            “What the fuck?” a deep, raspy feminine voice said, rather loudly.  Harald froze, and looked up to find Heather Heath and Lindsay Kline standing just inside the lab door.  The two cheerleaders were in their uniforms, as usual, and staring at him and Lydia.  Heather looked the two lovers up and down with disgust, and continued.  “The holier-than-thou Queen of Campus and the King of Pimply Geeks are sucking face?”

            “And she offered to titty fuck him?  Eww,” Lindsay said, her beautiful face twisted up in an ugly grimace.

            Harald thought fast.  He stepped back from Lydia, reached over, and turned his invention toward the two sexy cheerleaders.  He turned it on and indicated it to the cheerleaders.

            “I was just showing her my lab project,” Harald said, and smiled when both cheerleaders turned to regard the device.  

            He saw the light from the strobe on their lovely faces, and knew he had them, too.  Heather was a gorgeous brunette with sexy bangs, and Lindsay an even more beautiful redhead with a set of tits to rival Lydia’s.  But neither woman was affected by it, and they turned back to regard Lydia after a long second.

            “Nice tits, Lydia,” Heather said caustically.  “Why don’t you shake ‘em like a bad girl at us?”

            “Yes, Mistress,” Lydia said, and started shaking her 36Ds at the astonished cheerleaders.

            “Oh my God,” Lindsay said, big green eyes bright with wicked mischief.  “Feel yourself up, Lydia.”  The sexy nineteen year old obeyed, running her perfectly manicured hands all over her impressive 36Ds, squeezing, caressing, lifting and mashing that perfect pair together.  “Pinch your nipples.”  Lydia did.  “Pull them.  Harder.  Yes!  This is so fucking cool!”

            “She’ll do anything we say,” Heather said, gawking at Lydia.

            “Now ladies, let’s not…” Harald said, looking around for an escape route.

            “Shut up, geek,” Heather snarled, shoving him back against the lab bench.  Heather looked at him, then back at Lydia, and smiled cruelly.  “Lydia, drop to your knees and give Hapless Harald a blow job.”

            “Yes, Mistress,” Lydia said, not hesitating.

            Harald gasped when the hot blonde dropped to her knees before him, unzipped him, and pulled out his already hard cock.  Lydia wrapped a hand around the base, gave the shaft a couple of quick strokes, and finally wrapped her full red lips around the head.

            “Bitch, get your camera phone out and record this,” Heather said to Lindsay.  The other cheerleader laughed, and did as ordered.  Within seconds, Lydia’s little lab tryst was being recorded for posterity.  “You can bet your sweet ass this video will be on the Internet tonight, Lydia.”

            “Mmmm.”  Sssslurp.  Slurp.  Gulp.  “Hmmmmm.”  Slurp.  Slurp.  SLURP.

            “Good answer,” Heather said, and both cheerleaders laughed.

            “Oh, so good,” Harald groaned, and released his cum.

            “Mmmm,” Lydia groaned, her cheeks ballooning out as a tiny dribble of cum slid down her chin.  Gulp.  Gulp.  Slurp… gulp.  “Mmm.  Good.  Done, Mistress.”

            “I’ll tell you what is done,” Heather sneered viciously.  “Your reign as Queen of Campus.  After we release this vid tonight, you will be disgraced.  Ha ha!  I love it.  Bye-bye, slut.”

            Harald watched the two cheerleaders leave, wondering why his device worked on Lydia but not on them.  He would have to figure that out.  It could prove disastrous if he tried to hypnotize the wrong woman.  Meanwhile, Lydia remained on her knees, still stroking his cock and licking her lips.

            “Stand up,” Harald said after a long moment.  Lydia stood up before him, face blank save for the tiniest of smiles.  She looked… content.  “Look at my invention.”  When she obeyed, Harald turned it on.  Lydia was immediately consumed by it.  “You are now my girlfriend.  You love me more than life itself.  All you want to do it serve me, make me happy, and no one else.  You only make love to me, unless I say otherwise.”

            “Yes, Master.”

            “Don’t call me ‘master’ anymore.  Call me Harald, or lover, or baby, or some other term of endearment,” he said.

            “Anything you say, baby,” Lydia said, and smiled.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

            “Mmmmm.  Mmm.  Uuggh,” the beautiful blonde groaned.  Summer Morgan lay on her back, wearing nothing but a pair of black thigh boots and a matching slave collar.  Her spectacular body was shiny with sweat as her friend Yumi Wong sat on her face getting a superior tongue job, and fellow blonde, friend, and beauty queen Jessica Lockhart knelt between her legs and ate out her aching, needy pussy.  “MMmm.”  Slurp.  Slurp.  “Hmmm.”

            “You girls put on the best lesbian sex shows,” Harald said from the couch.  Lydia was kneeling between his knees, in nothing but shiny red thigh boots and matching slave collar. Her blond-haired head was bobbing up and down on his cock.  “My life is so fucking good.”

            Harald wasn’t sure why his invention only worked on certain women, but those it worked on were one and all spectacular.  In fact, only the brightest, bustiest beauties seemed affected.  Big-titted overachievers seemed to fall helplessly to his hypnotic device.  So far, he’d only found four such women, and they were all his “girlfriends” now.  Of course, it had only been one week.

            “I don’t know if I should become a pimp, or open up a peepshow, or a titty bar,” Harald said, grinning.  He was already trying to figure out the best way to make money off his girlfriends.  Lydia and Summer were both heiresses, and bought him anything his heart desired.  But he knew that Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan would cut them off sooner or later.  “What do you think, Yumi?”

            The gorgeous Asian was still quaking from her last orgasm.  All of his girlfriends were extremely orgasmic.  Yumi wore a bright yellow collar and matching lace-up knee boots.  While Summer was eating her pussy, the shapely Asian was fondling the beautiful blonde’s big boobs.

            “Anything you want, baby,” Yumi said.  “What about a titty bar, with live sex shows, and we all work as hookers on the side, too?”

            Jessica rose up on all fours and looked longingly at Harald through her long, tousled blond hair.  “Baby, I’ve eaten everyone out so far today, but no one has pleasured me.  Can I be the next girl you fuck?  Please?  Pretty please?”

            Harald looked the voluptuous vixen over with lust.  She was tall and shapely, wearing blue thigh boots.  The lower half of her face was wet from eating Summer out.

            “Of course,” Harald said magnanimously.  “Yumi, you lay down now.  Summer, you sit on her face.  Lydia, you eat out Yumi.”

            Yumi squealed with delight, clapping her delicate hands as she bounced up and down, her big tits jouncing sexily.  When Summer rolled aside, the sexy Asian replaced her on the floor, face up.  Summer quickly mounted her mouth, and Yumi started eating out the blonde’s dripping, quivering pussy.  A second later, Lydia crawled up between Yumi’s legs, spread the lovely Asian’s knees wide, and lowered her face to Yumi’s Full Brazilian-waxed twat.

            “I love my life,” Harald said as Jessica crawled up into his lap and impaled herself upon his erect cock.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

            Ms Americana scrunched her nose.  She was not a happy camper.  Lydia was still de-powered from fucking that nasty geek at school.  For some reason, her sexy young ward was obsessed with the boy.  At first, she had just sighed and accepted it.  Most sidekicks were lost to their first loves anyway.  If Lydia wanted to go that route, it was her choice.  It was a waste of a promising super heroine career, but it was Lydia’s life to lead.

            “Even I went boy-crazy a couple of times in my teens,” she muttered, recalling those disasters.  Those thoughts caused her body to start tingling in that oh-so-familiar way, becoming aroused and horny.  The daily (and nightly) bouts of extreme, almost overwhelming lust and need just shored up her body’s pent-up sexual frustrations, and fed her power belt so it could unleash her fearsome super powers.  “But as much as I enjoyed getting my sexy butt nailed by strong young men, I hated the feeling of being de-powered even more.  My pretty protégé will have to make her own decision about what she ultimately wants from life: power or passion.”

            Provided everything was above board, of course.  Harald had no police record, and his academic record was spotless.  He was a genius, in fact.  But socially, he lacked something.  No girlfriends.  Not even a date that Ms Americana could discover. And then he just happens to land the hottest chick on campus – Lydia Wills.  And boom, his love life takes off.

            “I have a sinking feeling that something unsavory is going on here,” Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowing behind her legendary star-spangled, blue mask.  In the past week, she’d learned that Summer Morgan, Yumi Wong, and Jessica Lockhart were also Harald Archer’s so called “girlfriends.”  Oddly enough, all four young women were secretly super heroines.  Coincidence?  “I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

            The sexy super heroine was across the street from his apartment.  Yumi and Jessica were inside.  The curtains were open, so she could see what they were doing only too well.

Jessica was kneeling between the little geek’s knees, sucking him off, while Yumi was fist-fucking the former beauty queen.  And even worse, they both had new tramp stamp tattoos at the base of their spines.  Ms Americana was too far away to tell what the tats were, but she knew that super heroines couldn't have such identifying marks.

            Then Lydia came strutting out from the left, stopped in full view of the window, and turned to the geek boy.  Summer joined her.  Both of them had their silky blond hair done up in ponytails, with big hoop earrings and curvaceous bodies shiny with body oils.  And both had tramp stamps.

            “What is the hold that sick geek has over them?” Ms Americana cried.  “Great Liberty, he’s effectively ruined their super heroine careers.”  Her red-gloved hands curled up into tight fists as her baby blues narrowed to mere slits.  Beautiful masked face twisted into an angry snarl, the legendary Queen of Justice started stomping toward Harold’s apartment.  “I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

            The sexy super heroine didn’t bother checking the door.  It may or may not have been locked.  She didn’t care.  Ms Americana kicked the door in, sending wood splinters flying everywhere as she charged inside.

            “Halt in the name of justice!” she cried, striking a sexy super heroine pose.  “This Ms Americana demands!”

            “Oh shit!  I’m fucked!” Harald cried, eyes wide and heart hammering.  “Get her!  Take Ms Americana down!”

            “Oh please,” Ms Americana scoffed, waving a dismissive hand at the four shapely coeds.

            “Oh please this,” Yumi sneered, and rushed her.

            The beautiful Asian exchange student dropped low to kick out at the sexy super heroine’s red-booted feet. Ms Americana just jumped above the kick, and smirked.  It would take more than that to take her down.  That was when Jessica threw a table lamp at her, forcing her to duck and leave herself vulnerable to Yumi’s follow up strike: a punch to the cunt.

            “Aagh, how dare you,” Ms Americana cried, pain ripping through her spectacular body.

The Asian vixen had hit her perfectly in the twat, a knuckle smashing her super sensitive clit.  As she bent over in pain, she saw Summer run up and lash out at her head with a powerful kick.  She was unable to avoid that brutal blow.

“Ugh!”

            The tall, raven-maned Queen of Justice was knocked back against the wall.  Lydia charged her, a snarl ripping from her full, sweet lips, blue eyes narrowed viciously.  Ms Americana ducked under Lydia’s kick, and then roughly pushed her ward away to slam into Summer.  As the two sexy blondes fell, entangled in each other’s arms, the voluptuous super heroine charged Yumi.

            “You cannot defeat a ninja like me!” Yumi cried, and flipped Ms Americana over her hip.

            “Ugh.  I’ll do more than defeat you,” Ms Americana said, rolling to her booted feet.  Jessica charged her, so she lashed out with a kick.  That kick connected, and the former beauty queen fell back into Lydia and Summer, sending them all back down to the floor again.  “Now it’s just you and me.”

            “Bring it, Americana,” Yumi said, striking an aggressive martial arts stance.

            “You’re next,” Ms Americana said, locking eyes with Harald.

            “Leave him alone!” Lydia cried.

            Ms Americana glanced over her shoulder at her beloved ward and protégé.  All three blondes were just getting to their feet again.  Not good. But even worse was that she dropped her guard with Yumi.

            Yumi kicked the legendary super heroine in the cunt.  The pointy toe of her stiletto boot connected perfectly with Ms Americana’s hypersensitive clit.  The stunned super heroine froze, clutching her brutalized pussy with both hands.  The beautiful Asian smiled maliciously, and kicked at her head for a try at finally taking Ms Americana down for the count.

            “I don’t think so,” Ms Americana growled, blocking that kick, and following with a brutal kick to Yumi’s cunt.  Unfortunately, she’d forgotten about the other three coeds, all of whom were super heroines.  Summer and Jessica each seized one of her arms, and held on tight.  “Let go of me, or else.”

            Lydia came up behind the vivacious super vixen, grabbed her waist-length black hair, and yanked her head way back.  Then, Lydia whispered something horrifying in her ear.

            “Surrender and submit, or I tell him your secret identity,” Lydia said.

            Ms Americana froze.   Heart pounding.  Chest tight.  Would Lydia betray her like that?  Could she?  What kind of hold did that geek have on Lydia and the other three?  Then, Lydia pulled off Ms Americana’s all-important power belt, and kicked the heroine in the back of the knees.  The legendary Queen of Justice was forced to her knees, still held tightly by Jessica and Summer.

            “Great Liberty, I’ve been de-powered and captured!”

            “Hey, baby, we caught her.  She’s all yours,” Lydia said, and threw him the golden power belt.  She still had Ms Americana’s head pulled back by the hair.  “Without that belt, Ms A is just a bimbo in bikini and heels.”

            “Lydia!  What’s the matter with you?” Ms Americana cried.

            Their geek lover stepped up timidly.  The sexy super heroine had a scathing comment on her lips, but then she noticed the bulge in his pants.  The vision of her super heroine friends holding her down as he had his way with her shapely body flashed before Ms Americana’s mind’s eye.  She gasped softly, her body instantly energized, aroused.  Butterflies erupted deep in her belly, and a tingling heat invaded her pussy.

            “Let me beat her down, sweetie,” Yumi said, dark eyes full of wrath as she stepped up beside Harald and glared at Ms Americana.  “I’ll teach her to kick me in the pussy.”

            “That won’t help,” Lydia said, giving Yumi a baleful gaze.  “Ms Americana is too strong, too powerful.  But she’s not invulnerable.  If you truly want to put her down, to break and tame her indomitable spirit, then she has to be fucked stupid.”

            “What?!?” Ms Americana cried.  “Lydia!  What are you doing?”

            “Helping the man I love, Ms A,” Lydia said.

            “Is that true about Ms Americana?” Harald said.  Ms Americana glared daggers at him, sending his timid heart to racing.  “She’s the premier super heroine in Delta City.  She’s so scary.”

            “Oh, don't worry, baby, Ms A isn’t scary,” Summer said, grinning with malicious intent.  She reached over and unsnapped the Queen of Justice’s red, white and blue, stars-and-stripes strapless top.  A second later, it hit the floor.  Ms Americana’s legendary 38Gs were exposed to the world, showing dark pink nipples already erect and hard in arousal.  Summer’s soft, delicate fingers began to roll a nipple between two fingers.  Ms Americana’s baby blues closed, and the sexy super heroine groaned low and sensuously as waves of intense pleasure radiated throughout her spectacular body.  “See?  She likes it.  She likes it way too much.”

            Jessica slipped a hand down inside Ms Americana’s thong, and quickly slipped a finger between the heroine’s sopping wet pussy lips.  The sexy super heroine jumped and groaned when Jessica’s finger found her engorged clit, and started to rub it just right.

            “Uuuugggghhh,” Ms Americana groaned, starting to squirm.  “Oh, you… you… oooooh.  You have to stop before it is too late.”

            “It’s already too late for you, Ms A,” Lydia said, caressing the hapless heroine’s beautiful masked face with her free hand.  “Just relax and enjoy.  This is your future, your fate.”  She looked up and locked merry eyes with Harald.  “Would you like an Americana BJ?”

            “Oh!  No.  I mean, really?” Harald said.  “Is it safe?”

            “Of course. Once she gets started, Ms A is helpless.  She’ll do anything,” Lydia said.

            “Anything at all,” Summer said.  “And she’ll do it with superior enthusiasm, too.”

            “You are… ooh… all so wrong,” Ms Americana gasped out.  Her body was so aroused, and liquidy heat melted her insides in the prelude to orgasm.  She understood that she only had mere minutes before a super climax would scramble her brains, allowing them to exploit her sexually with her full cooperation.  It was her curse.  “Release me, and I’ll get you the help you so desperately need.”

            The four girls all giggled.  Lydia motioned Harald up, and Yumi urged him forward.  Harald stepped up close to Ms Americana, getting more aroused at the idea of the High and Mighty, the LEGENDARY, Ms Americana giving him head.  He’d heard that she had frequent and very sexy setbacks, but he’d never dreamed that HE’D receive one of her sexual favors.

            “Let go, girls,” Lydia said.  “Ms Americana will be a good girl, and give our beloved boyfriend a superior blowjob, and anything else he wants, too.  Otherwise, I tell Harald and the whole world her secret identity.”

            “You really know her secret identity?” Harald said, looking down at Ms Americana as she struggled weakly.

            “Yes.  She is really – “

            “Lydia!  Have you gone mad?” Ms Americana cried.

            “No, but love has conquered my heart, and I’ll do anything for my beloved,” Lydia said.  “So choose.  Give him the greatest blowjob in history as Ms Americana, or as — "

            “Okay!” Ms Americana said, frantic.  Summer and Jessica released her arms, and her tit and pussy, too.  They stepped back to watch, with victorious smiles on their beautiful faces.  “I can’t believe that YOU are blackmailing me like this, forcing me against my will to give sexual pleasure to a MAN.”

            Yumi unzipped Harald, and pulled out his hard cock.  Ms Americana felt her throat tighten as her baby blues locked on his cock and balls.  So hard to breathe.  Her body was fully engulfed in tingly heat, sweat starting to break out.  The sexy super heroine looked all around, at the four young women who she called friends and comrades.

            “Get to it,” Yumi said, dark eyes narrowing.  “Or else.”

            “Fine,” Ms Americana said, rising up on her knees.  That put Harald’s cock just an inch from the tip of her nose.  She could smell the rancid thing, in all its unwashed glory.  It smelled like sex.  Way too much sex.  So basically, it smelled like all four young women and Harald combined.  Oddly enough, the smell kicked her libido into overdrive, and she started panting.  So she wrapped her red-gloved hand around the base of his shaft, and gave it two tight strokes before licking the head.  “You will all pay dearly for this outrage.”

            With those last defiant words, the legendary Queen of Justice wrapped her glossy red lips around the dick’s head, and started sucking.  Using her full red lips, and strong, agile tongue, Ms Americana gave Harald the most intense head of his young life.  After just three minutes, he lost it and flooded her mouth with hot, creamy cum.

            “MMmmm.”  Gulp.  Slurp.  Slurp.  Gulp.  “MMmmmm.”

            “Good girl,” Lydia said.  “We didn’t even have to tell you to swallow.  What a raging slut.  She once told me that the greatest shame of her life was how much she loved the taste of cum.”

            Yumi and Jessica moved Harald over to the couch, and sat him down.  Summer and Lydia removed Ms Americana’s thong, and repositioned the sexy super heroine to kneel three feet in front of Harald.  

            “Spread your knees as wide as you can, Ms Americana,” Lydia ordered.

            “Lydia, please.  He’s done something sinister to you,” Ms Americana said.  “Let me help you.  Let me help all four of you.”

            “Do as she says, Ameri-whore,” Summer snarled.  Ms Americana glared at Summer, but spread her knees painfully wide.  She was very close to a full split, and felt terribly vulnerable.  “Now, lean back and grab hold of those sexy stiletto heels.  Do not let go of your heels for any reason.”

            The curvaceous super heroine obeyed reluctantly.  Summer quickly straddled Ms Americana’s face, pushing her hot, wet pussy into the hapless heroine’s scowling face.  The stench of frequent sex was ripe on the beautiful eighteen-year-old’s Brazilian-waxed twat.  Ms Americana felt her mouth water, understanding what she’d be forced to do next.

            “Eat me,” Summer said.  She reached down with both hands and pulled the helpless heroine’s beautiful face up and into her aching cunt.  Summer maliciously rubbed her wet cunt all over Ms Americana’s face, leaving it shiny with her love juices, before pressing her pussy to Ms Americana’s full red lips.  The Queen of Justice reluctantly, but obediently, began licking and sucking on her pussy lips.  “And make it pretty, too.  Harald loves to watch a hot lesbian sex show.”

            “Ignore me,” Lydia said, and giggled.  She knelt between Ms Americana’s wide-spread legs and spread that tingly, achingly hot pussy.  Juices were dripping off the sexy super heroine’s twat, running down Ms Americana’s inner thighs.  Lydia started by licking the inner thighs, working her way up to Ms Americana’s shiny wet pussy.  The captured heroine’s back arched up as Lydia started licking, and Ms Americana soon let out a long, low groan.

            Soon, both Lydia and Ms Americana were eagerly muff-munching.  Then, when Lydia started intensely sucking on her hypersensitive clit, Ms Americana returned the favor on Summer’s clit.  Both Ms Americana and Summer were quickly brought to the brink of climax.

            The Queen of Justice fought to control her body.  Fought to keep her defenses up.  But Summer wasn’t trying to suppress her pleasure, and came hard in Ms Americana’s face.  As the sexy super heroine slurped and gulped down the girl-cum flooding her eager mouth, she was distracted just long enough.  And seconds later, a monster climax smashed into her.

            “Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana screamed into Summer’s twat.

            The climax, as always, left her dizzy and woozy.  Confused.  Very vulnerable.  Her insides were a hot mess, with her pussy aching, throbbing.  Then, Summer climbed off her face, knelt behind her, and started fondling the Queen of Justice's titanic tits.

            "Uuummmm," Ms Americana groaned.  Summer pinched, pulled, and twisted her super-sensitive nipples, sending waves of erotic pleasure throughout her overheated, oversexed body while Lydia worked her pussy over with practiced perfection.  The teen beauty nuzzled the super heroine's ear, before starting to kiss and nibble Ms Americans’s ear, neck, and shoulders.  Ms Americana’s skin goose-fleshed when Summer claimed the beautiful heroine’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss.  "Mmmmmm."

            Lydia kissed her way up Ms Americana’s body, lingering on the sexy heroine’s tits to suck nipple and motorboat those ginormous tits.  The blonde started rubbing the super heroine’s engorged, sensitive clit while she enjoyed those big, firm tits.  She then kissed and nibbled her way up her former mentor’s neck, to join Summer in kissing those beautiful, full red lips.  Soon, they were in a three-way French kiss, tongues going wild in Ms Americana’s mouth as Lydia rubbed out two more forced climaxes.

            “She’s almost broken, Loverboy,” Lydia said.  She smiled wickedly at Harald, her face still shiny with Ms Americana’s cum.  Then she held up her left hand, before lowering it to Ms Americana’s quivering cunt.  Lydia inserted two fingers, and started pumping, while her thumb pressed against and rubbed her mentor’s clit.  Ms Americana arched her back a bit more, and she let out a long, soft groan.  After a few seconds, Lydia increased to three fingers.  Then four fingers.  “Take this, Ms A!”  And Lydia thrust her whole hand up the vivacious vigilante’s vulnerable vagina.  “Ooooh, bet that scrambled that pea-sized brain of yours, but good.”

            “Uuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana grunted.  She lost all concept of time and space, of up and down.  All she knew was that something BIG was rammed up her pussy.  It stretched her out to her limit and gloriously beyond, and it HURT… so damned good.  “Too… big… hurts… uuuuggghhh.  Please… you’re breaking… uggh… me.  Taming… uuggh… me.”

            "That's the plan, Ms A," Lydia said.

            Ms Americana closed her baby blues, her face a mask of bliss, and sighed gustily.  While Lydia fisted her so well, Summer’s hands and lips were driving Ms Americana wild.  She absolutely loved the way Summer gently raked long red nails across her soft, warm titty flesh.  How Summer toyed with, teased and tormented her hard, erect nipples.  But ultimately, it was all about Lydia’s pumping fist.

            Nothing in the world felt like a sound fist-fucking.  She’d experienced a few in her career, but she’d never know that Lydia was so good at it.  The beautiful blonde’s fist was pounding into her hard and fast, pushing her closer and closer to…

            "Aaaggghhhhhh!  Oh Goddess!  Aaaggghhhh!"

            “After I fist-fuck the Queen of Super Heroine Whores through a few more climaxes, her mind will be totally blank.  Ms Americana will be super vulnerable, and very, very open to suggestion,” Lydia said.  “She will be tamed.”

            “Lydia.  Please.  You can’t… uuuggh… can’t do this… to me,” Ms Americana gasped out, head lolling about.  Her body was reacting fast and strongly to the kinky stimulation.  “I’m weak… vulnerable… you know I can’t defend… hhhmmm… myself.  Wait.  I’m going…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggghhhhh!”

            “Wow.  She comes fast,” Harald said.

            “All super heroines do,” Jessica said.  “The bigger they are, though, the harder they come.  Ms A is the biggest and strongest super heroine, so she is the most profoundly affected by sexual stimulation.  It also means she is the easiest to brainwash.”

            “What?  Brainwash?” Harald said, eyes locked on Ms Americana and Lydia.  The sight of Lydia’s hand deep inside the Queen of Justice’s pussy was fascinating.  Even more amazing was the look of profound bliss on Ms Americana’s face.

            “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  I am TAMED!”  Ms Americana’s mind shut down.  She no longer had any thoughts.  Though she never let go of her tall stilettos, as she was told, her spectacular, sweat-shiny body writhed and bucked.  Titanic tits bounced and jostled sexily, as Summer continued to play with them.  Lydia and Summer giggled, and intensified their efforts.  “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhh!”

            “Yes.  Ms Americana has reached that stage where her mind is wiped clean,” Yumi said.  “Her once-beautiful mind is a clean slate now.  If you do nothing with it, she will quickly return to normal after we stop fucking her.  But if you want to brainwash her, to change her very psyche, her very nature, if you want to MOLD her into some of kind of woman, now is the time to do it.  Of course, considering her most basic nature, it’s much easier to change her into a nympho, or a sex slave, or something like that.”

            “So, if I brainwash her into being my absolute sex slave, she will never revert back to being Ms Americana, super heroine?” he said.

            “Well…” Summer said, grimacing.  “She might.  It all depends.”

            Harald rolled his eyes.  “I can’t have that.  Super heroines scare me.  I can’t keep her.”

            “So you want to sell her into white slavery?” Summer said.

            “How do I do that?”

            “Easy.  We brainwash her to believe she is a natural-born whore, and all she ever wants to do is sell her body, and then we sell her to a pimp,” Yumi said.  “Happens all the time.”

            “We can take care of that, if you want, babycakes,” Jessica purred prettily into his ear.

            “Yes.  That’s what I want.”

            “So be it,” Lydia said.  She looked at her former mentor’s beatific masked face.  “Sorry, Ms A, but you’ve been voted off the island.”

            “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!”

            Summer whispered into the dazed and vulnerable super heroine’s ear, “You are a whore.  A prostitute.  It is what you love to do, what you were BORN to do.”

            “Whore,” Ms Americana gasped out hoarsely.  “Born to do.”

            “You LOVE to fuck.  You LOVE to suck,” Yumi said, kneeling to one side of the sexy super heroine.  The beautiful Asian recalled how Ms Americana had dismissed her as a viable super heroine.  How Ms Americana always scorned and scoffed her attempts to help.  She smiled cruelly and said, “Your greatest pleasure is giving your PIMP money, the more the better.  You are nothing but a hot, sexy, oversexed slut, and only want to fuck, fuck, fuck all day and all night.”

            “Love to fuck,” she gasped out.  “Aaaaaaaaaaaahhh.  Love to give pimp money.  Fuck all the time.”

            “It’s working,” Jessica said, sitting beside Harald.  “All for you, baby.”

            As Jessica lowered her beautiful face into his lap, and began to suck his dick, Harald watched the other three beautiful coeds fist-fuck and brainwash the once High and Mighty Ms Americana into the sexual gutter.  It was both a scary, and a beautiful sight.  It had never occurred to him that it was so easy to “dispose” of a super heroine, though he did know that most of them ended their crime-fighting careers sold into white slavery.  Now he understood why they never seemed to escape and return to being super heroines.

            Harald’s four sexy girlfriends spent the next six hours taming and brainwashing Ms Americana.  By the time they’d finished, it was late into the night, and Ms Americana was back in her bikini top and bottoms.  She knelt before Harald, a semi-circle of perky coeds behind her.  He admired the way her curvaceous body was shimmering with sweat.  She was still panting lightly, baby blues looking dazed.

            “Where do we sell her?” he asked.

            “Hmm.  Good question.  There are ten red-light districts in Delta City.  Some only a block long,” Lydia said.  “All have pimps with a grudge against Ms A, and would love to buy her sweet ass.”

            Jessica said, “You could get the best price for her in Sugar Town.  One of the big brothels would pay more for her than any street pimp.”

            “Yes,” Yumi piped in.  “I like the idea of Ms Americana working inside King Pimp’s Palace, or working as a bondage whore in Mistress Tabitha’s House of Joy.”

            “Sugar Town will promote her big time, to draw in all her old enemies and fans, to fuck her stupid for big bucks.  Everyone will know by morning that the great Americana is taken down and working as a whore,” Summer said.  “But if you want Ms Americana to just vanish, sell her in Lower Saxony.”

            “If everyone knows she was captured, someone might start looking into WHO captured her,” Harald said.  “I don’t want any possibility this comes back to me.  Sell her in Lower Saxony.”

            “Good choice,” Lydia sneered.  “Make her ply her sex trade among the skanky crack whores of the city’s poorest district.  I like it.”  Then, she glanced down at the panting super babe.  “One other thing, sweetie.  Before you sell her, you need to know exactly WHO you are selling.”

            Lydia reached down and forced two fingers under the edge of Ms Americana’s star-spangled blue mask.  The sexy super heroine’s eyes brightened with intellect.  She understood at least that something bad was about to happen.  Lydia was confident that Ms Americana was too well-fucked, too well-brainwashed to even try and stop her.  But it was good that she felt the inbred fear of unmasking.

            “Oh my God, you’re going to unmask her?” Harald said.  “Is that allowed?”

            “No, but it’s important,” Lydia said, and started pulling.  The mask slowly peeled off of Ms Americana’s gorgeous face.  “Ms Americana is really… Brenda Wade.  Billionaire and my legal guardian.  I was her sidekick, Flag Girl, too.”

            "What?  You are a super heroine, too?" he said.

            "We all are," Summer said.  "I'm Spectre Girl."

            "I'm Azure Angel," Yumi said.

            "I'm Amazing Babe," Jessica said.  "And you know how easy it was to tame all of us with your hot sex, baby.  Ms Americana is just as helpless as we are."

            "Oh my god, you mean my hypno-device only works on super heroines?" he said.  "That explains why so many hot chicks were never fazed by it."

            Lydia shrugged.  "Their loss, baby.  They don't have the Aphrodite gene.  You don't want those women anyway, since they are clearly inferior."

            "So true," Jessica said.  She looked Ms Americana over, "Speaking of inferior women… It's time we dispose of the trash."

            Harald looked Ms Americana over.  He was tempted to test his hypno-device on her, but he was afraid that he'd just end up messing up all of the brainwashing his girlfriends had just accomplished.  Ms Americana was a docile, eager-to-please sex toy now.  Why mess with perfection?

            “Keep the mask and power belt as souvenirs,” Yumi said.  “Without those two all-important items, Brenda will never again be Ms Americana.”

            That made Harald smile.  Those two items would make great trophies.  And might even be worth a lot of money.  The thought of money had always scared him, since half his money came from Lydia, who got it from Brenda.

            “But, what happens to you, Lydia, if Brenda vanishes?” Harald said.  “You’ll be poor.”

            The thought of forcing his girlfriends to become strippers and hookers crossed his mind.  He rather liked the idea of being a powerful pimp, but he wasn't sure he'd want to share his girlfriends with the world like that.  He was kind of getting used to them waiting on him hand and foot, answering his every whim immediately and eagerly.

            “Fear not, babe,” Lydia said.  “I’m Brenda’s sole heir.  I inherit EVERYTHING.”

            That settled it for Harald.  They all piled into Summer’s BMW SUV.  Summer drove them straight to Lower Saxony, while Harald sat shotgun and watched as Lydia, Jessica, and Yumi continued to kiss, caress, and sexually abuse Ms Americana in the backseat.  It was important to keep her aroused and stimulated sexually.

            “There’s a pimp,” Summer said, pulling over on the dark, scary street of Lower Saxony.  The street people all turned to regard them with cold eyes.  Summer didn’t appear affected by their steely gazes.  Harald almost pissed himself.  “His name is T-Bone.  She sent him to jail a dozen times or more.  He’ll love owning her and will treat her real bad, and pimp her hot ass out for years and years to come.”

            Lydia got out, pulling Ms Americana with her.  She and Jessica each seized an arm and guided the glassy-eyed super bimbo over to the big African-American pimp.  T-Bone Terrell was a fifty-eight-year-old that literally grew up on Lower Saxony.  He was tall and muscular, but beginning to go a bit soft in the middle from age.  His afro was sprinkled with gray.  He wore a bright orange “pimp suit” and furry fedora.  Lydia lifted a perfectly plucked eyebrow when she spotted the gaudy pimp cup in his hand.

            “T-Bone, we’re looking to sell this troublemaker.  I think you recognize Ms Americana, even without her mask,” Lydia said.

            “I ain’t never seen her without her mask,” T-Bone said, staring intently at her gorgeous face.  He moved up close to her, cupping her cheek in one hand and grabbing a tit with the other.  Ms Americana gasped and locked her baby blues on his dark brown eyes.  Her full red lips parted slightly, and the vivacious vigilante pressed her voluptuous body against him.  “Oh, man, oh man, she’s a beauty.  How much you want for her?”

            “Make an offer,” Jessica said.  “We’re looking to rid ourselves of her fat ass real quick.”

            T-Bone’s hand left Ms Americana’s big tit, and grabbed her firm, white ass.  “I want this ass.  I’ll nail that sweet ass day and night, every chance I get.”

            “Cool.  How much?” Lydia said.

            T-Bone reached into his suit coat, and pulled out a huge roll of bills.  “I don’t know how much that is, babe, but she’s mine now.”

            Jessica took the money and smiled.  “Bought and paid for.  Enjoy, T-Bone.  Remember, to keep a super heroine tamed and pliable like she is right now, you have to keep her well fucked 24/7.  Don’t give her any days or nights off, unless it’s to attend an orgy or something.”

            “I know how to control a super heroine, girl,” he said, giving her an annoyed look.

            “MMmmmmm,” Ms Americana groaned when he claimed her glossy red lips in a hard, lingering kiss.  A kiss that told her he was the boss, and she just had to obey.  “MMmmmm.”

            Lydia and Jessica paused for a moment, breathless, as they watched Ms Americana’s body just melt into that kiss.  She was HIS.  Body and soul now.  Then they grinned, and got back into the SUV.

            “That’s the end of Ms Americana.  Or maybe we should call her Ms Ghetto Whore,” Jessica said, handing Harald the money.  “Shall we go up to Lydia’s new mansion, Wade Manor, and party like rock stars?”

            “Yes!” Harald said.

            As they pulled away, they all looked over at T-Bone and Ms Americana.  The big pimp had her top off, and was motorboating her 38Gs, while Lower Saxony street people gathered to watch the show.  A few had money out already, eager to enjoy the hated and feared super heroine's many charms.

            “Have fun, Ms Americana,” Harald said.

            “She will,” Lydia said, recalling the few times she’d been captured, and was forced to sell her body for a pimp.  It was scary good.  So wrong, but her body loved it so.

            “Yeah, she’ll love it LONG TIME,” Yumi said, and laughed.  “Sorry.  Don’t stereotype me.  Hahaha!”

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

            “You’re the best, baby,” Ms Americana purred.  She pulled off her top, and dropped it at her red-booted feet.  “You like?  They’re the bestest titties in the whole fucking world.  Give me twenty dollars, sweetie, and you can play with them.  For an extra ten you can titty-fuck me.”

            Ms Americana doubted the wino had an extra ten, but it was worth asking.  The more money she conned out of those dumbass men, the more her beloved pimp loved her.

            “I don’t know, girl,” he said.  He was sixty-three, but looked eighty.  Life on the street in the ghetto was especially tough on a homeless man.  It had taken him eight months of saving to get the extra twenty just to fuck that goddess.  This would be the third time in the eighteen months Ms Americana had been in Lower Saxony that he’d fucked her.  He handed her fifteen one-dollar bills, and the rest in change.  “I wish, but no.  I don’t have that kind of money, girl.  Can we fuck now?”

            “Billy.  Didn’t I tell you last time NO CHANGE?”

            “What?  I don’t know.  Did you?” he said, clearly confused.  Probably more than a little drunk.  Ms Americana rolled her baby blues.  The drunks were the hardest to get off.  This might take a while.  “Can we fuck now?”

            “Fine,” she said.  Arguing with a wino was pointless.  Besides, her body was aching badly.  It had been over thirty minutes since she’d last been fucked.  She didn’t like going that long between fuck sessions.  It made her feel all “wrong”.  So she slid her red, white, and blue thongs down her mile-long, shapely legs, and lay down on the skanky bed.  She lay right on top of the wet spot from her last sixteen tricks.  A very wet spot.  “Come to mama, big boy.”

            The skinny, ancient African-American stripped quickly and crawled up between her wide-spread legs.  He immediately buried his bearded face in her cleavage, and starting motorboating her tits.  Ms Americana smiled as she pushed her massive mammaries together.

            “Oh, yes, you’re the man,” Ms Americana cooed softly.  He might have been short and skinny, but his cock was long and fat.  She started stroking it after he grabbed her tits, which freed her red-gloved hands.  “You know how to treat a woman.  Such a magnificent stud.  Go for it, baby.”

            After five strokes, she knew he was ready to mount.  Winos didn’t get much snatch, so they didn’t take long to satisfy if they weren't too drunk.  Billy didn't seem too drunk at the moment, though, so he could come at any time.  Ms Americana hated it when they spewed their cum on her belly or butt, so she quickly guided him into her aching, needy pussy.  It felt divine going in, too, stretching her out nicely.

            “Uuuuggghhh, baby, baby, baby.  You're so good to me,” Ms Americana purred.  He started a slow pumping action.  “Oh yes!  Yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Ooooh, YES!”

            The sexy super heroine-turned-superior whore was not acting.  She truly was enjoying being fucked.  She could not image a more perfect life than as T-Bone’s favorite whore.

            Billy was really more interested in her tits than fucking her, but fuck her he did.  All the while, he licked and slobbered all over her jostling tits, a beatific look on his age-ravaged face.  Her back bowed up, hips thrusting up to meet his thrusts, and her hands fondling his butt.  Ms Americana did everything she could to get him off, and enjoy the experience herself.

            "You're the man, Billy," she whispered into his ear.  "You're my big black stallion.  Put it to me, baby.  Fuck me like you mean it."

            "Mmmm," he said, sucking on a sensitive nipple.  His dirty, twisted hands mauled her tits, but his hips kept slapping into her as he fucked like a wild man.  And then he tensed up, and she felt him coming deep inside her.  "Aaaghh."

            "Yes!" she cried.  Ms Americana let him continue sucking tit for a few more minutes, knowing that it would be a long time before he could afford another shot of her ass.  Eventually, though, the need to fuck more, more, more men for her pimp overrode her good intentions.  So she rolled Billy over beside her.  "Thanks, baby.  That was great.  Time to go."

            He looked so blissful that her whore's heart melted a bit, so Ms Americana lowered her face to his crotch.  The former super heroine went down on his semi-flaccid cock, licking and sucking all of their co-mingled cum off.  Cleaning him up very nicely.  It was a service she enjoyed giving, but she didn't do so with every man.  Just the ones that were really nice to her.  And few were really ever nice to her.

            After she’d cleaned Billy up real sweetly, Ms Americana helped him dress, and ushered him out the door.  Then, she took a "whore's bath" at the room's small sink, before fixing her hair and makeup.  Finally, she put on her Ms Americana bikini costume, and frowned.

            "I wish T-Bone would buy me a mask and golden belt," she said.  Lydia and that Harald guy had taken her mask and power belt.  She didn't need the same mask and power belt, since she was a hooker and not a super heroine.  Good replicas would’ve been enough.

            "No one believes I'm the real Ms Americana," she muttered, for some reason not pleased to be just one of a dozen or more "Ms Americana" hookers working in Delta City's many red-light districts and brothels.  Hell, there were two other Ms Americana's just in Lower Saxony, and one of them was black!  "Oh well.  It is what it is.  As long as T-Bone knows and is happy, I'm happy."

            She left the motel room she'd used for eighteen months, and even lived in it when not sleeping in T-Bone's bed in her off-hours.  Lucky's Motel was on the ghetto's main drag, also called Lower Saxony.  Ms Americana spotted two dozen other hookers the second she stepped out on the street.

            A pimped-out 1968 Lincoln was cruising slowly down the street towards her.  As it reached her, Ms Americana leaned over and gave the five occupants a sultry come-hither look.  Her eyes instantly locked with the man riding shotgun — and the sight sucked the air out of her lungs.

            "Big John!"

            "She's the real Ms Americana!" he cried, dark eyes flashing.  "Get her!"

            "Sweet Liberty!" she cried, turning to run.  Without her super powers, she was no match for those big, fierce gang members.  Big John founded and still led one of Delta City's most vicious and dangerous street gangs, the Savages.  Him and his gang pretty much controlled Lower Saxony.  "Leave me alone!"

            The former Queen of Justice heard the car stop and gangbangers charge after her.  She almost headed for her motel room, but realized that she'd just trap herself in there.  No escape in the motel, so she ran down a dark alley instead, between two ten-story tenements.

            The Savages hooped and hollered joyfully behind her, excited by the chase and their prospects.  It wasn't often that a super heroine turned and ran, and that sign of weakness always got the bad boys aroused.  Ms Americana understood her tactical mistake, but it was too late.

Dammit, I should've stood up to them, she thought, heart hammering so loud she could barely hear her closing pursuit.  They only respect strength and bravery.

            The alley was straight as an arrow, with no cross alleys.  That block was taken up by just two big, drab tenements.  The super-sexy heroine-turned-whore made it almost halfway through.

            "Aaiiee!" she cried, tackled by Big John.  Ms Americana plowed headfirst into a pile of trash, but she managed to twist in his arms as they rolled across the trash, place her stiletto booted feet on his belly, and KICK him away.  "Goddess, help me!"

            The red, white, and blue-clad beauty was instantly on her booted feet, backed up to a brick wall and surrounded by four huge black gang bangers.  And then Big John joined them, making it five to one.  Had she still had super powers, Ms Americana would've been confident of victory with those odds, since she would've been twice as strong as all five men combined.  Yet, she was still fit and always a superb athlete, and as fit, limber, and strong as an Olympic gymnast.

            "Back off, guys," she snarled, baby blues fierce and red-gloved fists clenched tight.  "I might've turned whore, but I can still kick butt."  She paused, heart racing, and wondered if she should even try what was on her mind.  What did she have to lose?  Licking glossy red lips, she took a steadying breath, "We have a choice here.  You can hire me at twenty dollars each, or we can fight.  If we fight I'll rip a pound of flesh out of each of your asses.  This Ms Americana swears."

            For a second she thought that it was going to work, and she'd earn a hundred dollars in that dark alley the hard way: gangbanged by the Savages.  Not that she wouldn't enjoy it, but they were as their name implied… savage.  She had no doubt that together, they would gangbang her stupid, and then leave her a gasping barely coherent mess in that alley.

            That thought made her twat ache and throb, belly becoming a hot mess deep inside.

            "I think she really will fuck us, Big John," one Savage said.

            "Damn right she would, the skanky super slut," Big John said, glaring at her.  Then his eyes dropped to her 38Gs, all sweat-shiny from exertion.  "But I don't pay."

            "I'll give it to you free, if the others pay," she said.  It irked her terribly.  Her conditioning by the former sidekicks, and then T-Bone, was to never give it away for free.  She was trained to earn her pimp as much money as possible.  Now, her survival instincts were kicking in after eighteen months, giving her other options.  And causing mental and emotional turmoil within.  "I mean… dammit, can't you all just give me some money for my pimp?"

            Big John grinned big.  "Look at what a pathetic whore she's become.  The mightiest of them all has fallen!"

            Oddly enough, and Ms Americana wasn't sure why, that pissed her off.  Something deeply and powerfully suppressed rose up all of a sudden.  With a snarl, the shapely super heroine stepped forward and kicked straight up at Big John's chin.  The gangbanger blocked her kick, moving in to pound a fist into her ribcage.

            "Ugh!" she cried, rolling as best she could with the blow.  She lashed out with her booted feet at the other Savages.  Two kicks connected, one missed.  She ducked and slipped through their line.  "Leave me alone or else!"

            "We choose 'or else,'" Big John said, a look of gleeful viciousness on his dark face.

            Ms Americana and Big John charged each other, and then traded a dozen punches.  Neither connected with a single fist, both being about equal in skill if not strength. Then Big John's superior size and strength began turning the tide, and that thirteenth swing connected with the point of Ms Americana's chin.

            "Ugh!" she cried, staggering back.  Another Savage moved in behind her, and pounded a fist into her lower back.  "Ugh!  Oooooh."

            She was forced forward by the strike, stumbling into a third gangbanger.  He pounded a fist into her belly, doubling her up.  And then she brought her knee up, pounding his nuts to mush.  As he wailed and fell back, Big John rushed up with a cocked fist.  She released a roundhouse kick that connected with the side of his head, and then she ducked under another punch by one of the other Savages.

            "I warned you," she cried, pounding a fist into his belly.  Twice.  When her fist drew back, low, for a third punch, another Savage pressed up behind her and hooked his arm behind her elbow.  Then he caught her behind the other elbow, and both of Ms Americana's arms were soon pulled back and held tight.  The former super heroine was suddenly helpless, and her body reacted profoundly as chills slithered up her spine.  "Sweet Liberty, I'm captured!"

            A gangbanger was instantly before her, pounding fist after fist into her belly, face, and tits.  In no time, the vanquished vigilante was hanging limply in the gang member's arms.  She fell to all fours when he released her.

            "No more," she whispered, face burning hot.  "I give up.  I surrender.  You win."

            Even after being a ghetto whore for a year and a half, it was amazingly hard to say those simple words of defeat and submission.  Hot tears poured down her face, mourning her lost pride and glory.

            "Sit back on your legs," the man who’d used her body as a punching bag said.  She obeyed, looking up into his fierce, angry face.  He unzipped, and pulled out a big black cock.  "Open your mouth.  I'm going to piss all over you, Ms Americana."

            Ms Americana froze.  Mind going completely numb.  She truly hated golden showers, but what he was about to do wasn't that uncommon for her.  Both as a super heroine and a whore.  For some reason, bad men wanted to pee on her.

            "I'll beat you bloody if you piss on her," Big John growled.

            "What the fuck?" the other gangbanger said.

            "Maybe the rest of us want to fuck the bitch," Big John said.  "But not if you piss on her, Reggie.  She'll be too fucking nasty to fuck then."

            Relief flooded Ms Americana.  Thank the goddess!

            Ms Americana looked around at the faces of the five big black gang members.  Lust was replacing anger now, and her body reacted.  Libido on fire, her insides got all hot and mushy, her pussy starting to throb and ache.  And then she thought of T-Bone, and what her beloved pimp wanted.

            "You…" she started, her eyes suddenly caught and held by Big John's fierce gaze.  Ms Americana licked her lips, and bit her lip.  "Y-You are going to still pay me, right?"

            His dark eyes narrowed as he growled and grabbed a fistful of black hair at the back of her head.  He pulled the former super heroine to her red-booted feet, and then forced her to bend at the waist, knees locked straight.

            "You're nothing but a sleazy slut of a street whore, Ms Americana," he said, and brought his open hand down on her sweet round ass.  Thwack!  Thwack!  "Just a piece of hot cock candy."

Thwack!  Thwack!

            "Ugh!  Oh!" she cried, tears flowing.  He was spanking her hard and fast, the initial stinging turning into true pain quickly.  "Please!  You won!  I'm yours!"

Thwack!  Thwack!  Thwack!

            "Ms Ameri-hooker!  Say it!"

Thwack!  Thwack!

            "I'm a hooker!  Ameri-hooker!"

            Another gang banger moved up and yanked her red, white, and blue bikini bottoms down to her ankles.  She dutifully stepped out of them without prompting.  Then the Savages forced her feet wide, opening her up completely down there.

Thwack!  Thwack!

            "Aaaiieee!  Please, it hurts!  I'll do anything," she cried.  "For FREE!"

Thwack!  Thwack! Thwack!  Thwack!  Thwack!

            Big John shifted, and his open hand came in between her legs now — Thwack! — across her hot, wet pussy.

            She sucked in a sharp breath.

Thwack!  Thwack! Thwack!

            "Oooooooooh," she groaned, long and ragged.  Her whole body shuddered, as her sex suddenly ached and throbbed with need, tingling so damned hot, and stinging terribly.

Thwack!  Thwack!

            "Oh, Goddess….. yes," she said with a breathless voice.

            Reggie still had his dick out, but now it was long and hard as a rock.  He took over holding her hair from Big John, and immediately thrust into her mouth.  Her eyes got huge as that fat black cock filled up her mouth, forcing her teeth apart very wide.

Thwack!  Thwack! Across her pussy again, while Reggie forced his way to the back of her mouth.  Thwack!  Thwack!

            "Uuuuugggghhhhh," she groaned, and then felt Big John move right behind her.  He pulled her firm, white butt cheeks apart.  He started rubbing his cock up and down her butt crack, from pussy to asshole.  The vanquished vigilante didn't know which hole he wanted to go into, but wished he'd pick one already and mount up.  "MMmmmmmmm."

            "Take…" Big John said, and impaled her upon his monster cock, shoved up her tight, achy pussy.  "…that!  Ahhh, that feels so good."

            For a moment, Ms Americana couldn't think, breathe, or move.  She was frozen in place as that giant cock thrust into her over and over, going deeper and deeper.  Stretching her out so beautifully.  Soon she started shaking, and then her back bowed as she groaned long and wantonly around Reggie's cock.

            "Yeah!  Spit-roasted super heroine," another Savage cried.  "Spit-roasted Ms Americana!"

            The super-sexy whore felt her body changing immediately.  It was already hot and mushy great inside, but she felt that tension building.  That rise to climax.  That push to sweet surrender and ultimate pleasure.  And Ms Americana didn't fight it; indeed, she wanted it more than anything.

Ssslurp.  Glunk. "Nyh!  Uugggh."  Slurp.  Gulp.  Sssslurp.

            The two gangstas pounded into her with enthusiasm.  The raven-maned beauty relaxed and let them have at her, savoring every second, every powerful thrust.  Her body rippled with pleasure and sexy sensations.  It wasn't long before she was at the brink.

            "Aaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhh!" Ms Americana cried around Reggie's cock. And then he thrust it down her throat.  "Ack!  Gnk!"

            "Deep throat!" someone cried.  "Tickle her colon!"

            "Aaaagghhhhh!" she cried, body convulsing with another forced climax.

            Ms Americana's mind flooded with past defeats, past "setbacks."  The faces of dozens of men, and women, danced through her mind.  Bent over chairs and fucked stupid.  Laid atop tables and fucked stupid.  Spread-eagle on a bed or the floor, and fucked ten times stupid.  Countless debasements.  Depraved set acts.  Hogtied.  Ball-gagged.  Whipped.  Spanked.  Pissed on.  Forced sex tapes, that were still floating around on the Internet.

            And all of her escapes and comebacks.

There's always hope, she thought.

            Reggie flooded her throat with hot, thick cum.  He pulled back as she swallowed it all, to come again in her mouth.  Ms Americana moaned, rolling the cum around with her tongue, savoring the texture and taste.  She loved eating cum way too much now…

            "Aaaaaggghhhhh, oh, Goddess, yes," she cried.  Big John then pulled out, and thrust up her butt.  "Yyyeeeeooooooowwwww!  Aaaiiieeee!  Hurts!"

            Another Savage took Reggie's place, and Ms Americana again found herself with a mouthful of hard cock.  She sucked and worked her tongue, hoping to do so well that he wouldn't feel the need to deep-throat her.  She doubted that it would work, but she always tried.

            "This super bitch sucks cock super great," the Savage said.

            The gang leader suddenly pushed the other Savage away, and out of Ms Americana.  She was pulled up straight, back pressed into Big John as he fucked her ass.  Her legs wrapped around him without conscious thought.  And then the other Savage pressed back in, and thrust up her pussy.

            "Double penetration of a super heroine!" someone said.  "Gotta love it.  We're fucking her every way possible."

            Ms Americana had never spent much time patrolling Lower Saxony in her super heroine days, so she’d never learned the names of all the gang members.  The man fucking her pussy and fondling her big, bouncing tits (while Big John continued reaming out her ass) was a good six-foot-five, shaved bald, with lots of gang tattoos.  He also growled constantly while fucking her.

            The gorgeous super heroine-turned-hooker bucked and writhed between the two men, crying out inarticulately as her body raged with the sexiest sensations.  There was nothing like double penetration, and she loved it more than any other sex act.  It felt like two monster cocks were filling her up to the max, and rubbing against each other deep inside her.  Rubbing HER between them, as well.  Driving her crazy.  Making her body throb with rising pleasure.  It was the next best thing to actual climax.

            "Agh," the Savage fucking her pussy cried, suddenly coming deep inside her.  "Damn, it was too good."

            Ms Americana smiled.  First and foremost, pleased she was that good. That she was "too good" of a fuck.  Second, deeper and darker, she was pleased that the evil gang member was not completely satisfied with his performance.

            He pulled out, and was quickly replaced by another Savage, who was even bigger and meaner-looking.  D Dog was his name, and Ms Americana had put him in jail more than a few times.  D Dog stood for Dirty Dog, and he was a really dirty man.  As in wicked evil.  He started out with a punch to her gut.

            "Oofff!" she cried, doubling up, but still held tight by Big John, who never missed a beat fucking her ass.  And then D Dog pulled off her costume top, and used her 38Gs as speed bags until he had her crying out and kicking her booted feet in desperation.  Only then did he move up between her legs and thrust in hard and deep.  "Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!"

            Big John fucked her ass harder and faster, apparently to keep up with D Dog's brutal performance up front.  Ms Americana's head spun wildly.  Her body was in full sexy riot mode.  No one had ever fucked her so hard, fast, and thoroughly before, and she'd been captured a lot over the years.

            The erotic sensations went from ripples in sync with their thrusts, to full-on waves of pleasure, to a tsunami of irresistible sensations.  She bucked wildly, baby blues huge, red-gloved hands clutching at thin air as her booted feet kicked frantically.

            "Sweet Liberty!  You!  Are!  Going!  To break!  My!  BRAIN!" she cried in sync with their thrusts.  And then her body erupted with intense pleasure.  Her very core throbbed with it.  Her mind went blank.  "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!"

            She felt D Dog, and then Big John, come deep inside her.  Ms Americana didn't care one way or the other.  Her world had changed.  She still wasn't sure what had happened, but something HAD happened to her.  It was so hard to think while her body was throbbing with forced orgasm.

            D Dog pulled out first, and then Big John just let go of her.  The sexy former super heroine slowly slipped off his cock and dropped to her knees between the two Savages.  The gang leader grabbed a fistful of hair with one hand, and his shiny black cock, slathered with cum and nastiness, with the other.

            "Okay, Ms Americana.  It's ass to mouth time," he said, tracing her full red lips with the tip of his cock.  She smelled her own ass on him.  Was repelled by the stench.  Yet, she was too far gone, too exhausted mentally and physically to resist.  He pushed his cock against her lips, and they parted.  She looked up into his triumphant eyes as Big John slowly forced his cock halfway into her mouth.  "Suck it.  Lick it.  Clean up your mess, Ms Americana."

            She let out a shuddering gurgle as she tightened around his cock, and started to suck.

I'll have my revenge, she thought.  You'll pay for debasing me so thoroughly.

            Ms Americana tried to force away the thought, the memory, of that big black cock being up her ass just seconds before.  She tried to not think about what was smeared on it.  But she did as ordered, and sucked, sucked, sucked, before pulling off and licking it from base to head, around and around.  She spent the better part of ten minutes licking and sucking Big John's cock clean, and then had to do the same for each of the other four Savages.

            Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she was done.  Ms Americana knelt in the middle of a circle of five Savages, with Reggie right in front of her.  Their cocks were all still out, though none of them were erect anymore.

            She licked her lips, looked around, and asked, "What now?"

            "After sex, everyone has one all-abiding need," Reggie said, smirking evilly.

            Before she figured it out, Reggie sighed as hot urine shot out of his cock.

            "Aaaiiee!" Ms Americana cried, throwing her hands up.  His piss hit her right between the eyes, and then went straight into her mouth when she cried out.  And then the other four men opened up and started pissing on her.  They soaked her from head to toe.  Mostly, they aimed at her face and tits.

            "You bastards!" she cried, surging to her feet.

            Big John was ready for her.  Before she’d even reached her feet, he was swinging.  A brutal uppercut caught Ms Americana at the point of her chin.  Her head snapped back, and coldness infused her entire body.  She stood frozen, all muscles tensed, but her mind blank.

            Something happened.  Something snapped.  Deep inside.  Mentally.  She knew it, but not what.  Really, at that second, Ms Americana was incapable of true thought.  Big John had hit her very, very hard, and she no longer had super powers.

            "Ooooooh," she said, and fell straight back.

            "Timber!" Big John cried.  "Another super heroine bites the dust!"

            The Savages laughed and kicked her as she lay on the concrete, spread-eagle.  Unable to move.  Barely conscious.  Finally, they left.  Laughing and joking.  Left her there.  Helpless.  Vulnerable.

            Ms Americana could hear homeless men slowly sneaking up on her.

            And she couldn't do a damned thing about it.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

4 A.M., Delta City's most notorious red light district, Sugar Town…

            Ms Americana paused, looking all around warily.  She cringed as she turned her head back and forth, pain lancing down her back and across her shoulders.  Big John's uppercut had messed her up.  Her Aphrodite body healed fast, but it would heal a lot faster if she had her power belt.  Of course, it might be a day or two before she had enough pent-up sexual frustration to power the all-important belt.

            "The Savages might have fucked me up, but they did me an unintentional favor, too," she muttered, baby blues flashing.  "They freed me from my brainwashing.  I am back.  Ms Americana is back!"

            And aching from head to toe.

            The Queen of Justice still couldn't believe that she'd spent more than eighteen months happily selling her sacred body to any and all comers.  In eighteen months, she’d probably earned more than a hundred grand for her pimp, T-Bone.  Even though she was free of the brainwashing, her mind, libido, and body longed to return to T-Bone.  To get soundly fucked, over and over and over.  Her mouth watered as she remembered the stench of cock and balls, and the taste of cock and cum.

            She licked her lips and swallowed the lump in her throat as she fidgeted and squirmed, her body already filling with sexual need and frustration.

Maybe it won't take long to be back to full power, she thought, rubbing her tight, flat belly.  It was so hot and mushy deep within, and her pussy ached with need.  No, not long at all.

            The famous red-light district was all but empty at that hour.  The pimps, pushers, and hookers were mostly still awake, but now inside the bars and clubs that catered to their hours.  They wouldn't bed down until the sun came up.

            It had taken Ms Americana many hours to steal across the city, to avoid being seen.  She was supposed to be wallowing overseas in white slavery, per rumor.  It was too early to let her enemies know that she was back.  She had to deal with that two-bit geek bastard first.  The geek who still held her beautiful sidekick and ward in brainwashed thrall.  She didn't know how he’d captured the four super heroines, but from experience, she knew that it wasn't hard to brainwash an Aphrodite woman.

But Lydia and the others were showing him how to brainwash a heroine, so that is not how he did it, she thought.  What did he use?  Drugs?  Sex?  Wait, didn't they mention something about a 'hypno-device?'  I'll make him sorry he ever toyed with super heroines!

            The curvaceous super heroine slipped down the dark alley.  Her tall stilettos clattered softly as she moved, warily looking all around with big blue eyes.  She was too close to her destination to be discovered now.

            "Finally," she said, sighing gustily.  Deep relief flooded her body, leaving her feeling heady with freedom.  She stood before what looked like a plain brick wall.  In truth, it was anything but.  Ms Americana took off her gloves, and pressed each hand to a different brick.  There was a low tone, and she pressed her eyes in close to another, shiny brick.  A faint light bore into her eyes, scanning.  Then she heard a click and the hiss of hydraulics as a garage door-sized panel rose up and vanished into the building.  Lights blinked on, revealing a tunnel going under the building.

            "Ah, almost home," she said, stepping in and pushing a button to close the entry.

            It was a secret bolt hole.  So secret that even Lydia didn't know about it.  She'd built it before taking a sidekick, and kept it a secret on the off chance Flag Girl was captured and forced to reveal her mentor's secret identity.  And that was just what had happened.

            "You can't keep a good super heroine down," she said, striding down the tunnel as the entry closed with a hiss.  "Especially not Ms Americana!"

            The lights were motion sensitive, so she moved within a moving pool of light which kept pace with the statuesque super heroine as she descended down the spiral driveway.  Everything was pale gray concrete until she reached the end.  There, she found the spare Ms Americana Cycle waiting, next to a small studio apartment.

            The subterranean bolt hole was covered in dust.  She hadn't visited it in over five years.  The tile floors were spotless, since she had one of those robotic, disc-like floor cleaners. But the desks, counters, and tables were all covered in a not-so-thin layer of dust.

            "Ugh," she said, crinkling her nose.  "I really should visit and clean these sites more often."

            First thing, the always-perfect super heroine had to clean.  She went to work without hesitation or even a second thought.  Ms Americana couldn't accept anything less than perfection at all times.  Even after five years, there wasn't a lot of cleaning to do, since the room was sparingly furnished.  Just a desk, office chair, bistro table with two more chairs, and a couch that folded out into a bed.  The kitchenette only had a small fridge, two-burner stove, microwave, and sink.  The bistro table was her "counter space."  The bathroom door had remained closed those five years, so not nearly as much dust had accumulated on its short counter.

            Once the apartment was clean, Ms Americana stripped and took a long, hot shower.  She was tacky with dried cum and sweat from her long day of hooking, followed by the Savage gangbang and golden shower, which had in turn been followed by homeless men passing her around for a long time.

            Yeah, she was nasty.

            "Well, I finally figured out that one thing I forgot to stock," she said, stepping out of the bathroom still naked and dripping water.  The glistening heroine sighed gustily, shaking her head, water flying all around.  "Towels."

            She considered using one of the sheets on the fold-out bed, but she remembered that might be staying in that bolt hole for the foreseeable future.  And she had only stocked the one set of sheets.  It was not meant as a long-term residence.  One thing it did have was two extra costumes: mask, gloves, bikini costume, choker, and stiletto boots.  Everything but a power belt.

            So, while she air-dried, Ms Americana booted up the laptop on the desk.  The computer had been state-of-the-art when she’d originally brought it, but so out-of-date now as to be laughable.  Didn't matter, though. It had the software she needed.

            First thing, she Googled "Ms Americana capture", and grimaced.  Mostly, that search produced far more "sex tapes" that criminals had taken of her captures, and resulting debauchery, that she’d have liked.  She sat straight, legs crossed tightly, and tried to ignore the sexy sensations deep within as she viewed page after page of sex tapes and "action stills" of her performing sex acts.  Most seemed to focus on oral sex: cock sucking, ball licking, pussy eating.

            So she searched "Ms Americana hooker" instead, and mostly got pictures of other women in Ms Americana costumes.  A few were really of her, but none of the pictures were of her eighteen months in Lower Saxony.

            After a few other searches, she smiled with satisfaction.  Nowhere did she find anyone saying that she’d been captured, unmasked, and proven to be Brenda Wade.  Nowhere.  She was pleasantly surprised.  That damned geek had made a serious mistake there.

            So she searched "Brenda Wade", and was equally surprised.  Brenda's disappearance had been noticed immediately, whereas it had taken a month or more before people had seriously began speculating on Ms Americana's fate.  Brenda was said to have been "kidnapped."  No ransom was ever demanded.  No one ever contacted her ward and heir, Lydia Wills.  No one ever contacted the media or police.  Brenda Wade just… vanished.  Most speculation was that Erica Sambino had had Brenda executed and buried in a shallow grave.  The tabloids speculated that she was languishing in a Third World brothel or harem, maybe as some African dictator's sexy plaything.

            The fact that there was no body, no confirmation she was either alive or dead, meant that Lydia couldn't claim her fortune.  Not yet.  In another five-and-a-half years, Lydia would inherit if Brenda failed to turn up.  But that hadn't stop Lydia from taking over Wade Enterprises, and naming herself and Harald Archers as co-CEOs and co-chairmen.

            And a Google search of Lydia Wills revealed that her ward and protégé had turned into quite the party animal in the last eighteen months.  She was wild and crazy, and threw lavish… orgies! At Wade Manor, no less.

            "Looks like dear little Lydia is enjoying my fortune far more than I ever did," Ms Americana said, scowling.

            After checking the local newspaper sites, and local celebrity gossip, Ms Americana learned that Lydia was having a big blowout at Wade Manor that coming night.  Almost exclusively college students.  University sports stars, cheerleaders, the Homecoming Queen, all of the Society students were invited.  And no one ever declined an invitation to one of Lydia's over-the-top sex and alcohol events.

            Lydia was Delta City's reigning Party Queen.

            Ms Americana wanted to go over right away.  She was pretty sure that everyone at the manor would be asleep, or totally wasted if still awake, so she could sneak into the Americana Cave and go up to her secret chambers.  She had a spare power belt there, as well as many more spare costumes.  Her costumes got torn, or ripped off her body, a lot.  She went through a lot of spares.  But all she really needed at the moment was that power belt.

            Unfortunately, after a long, trying day, and that relaxing shower, her mind and body wanted some regenerative sleep.  So the sexy super heroine resolved to spoil Lydia's fun at the party that night, after she’d gotten her power belt back.  Oh yeah, she was going to beat the bloody snot out of Harald.

            The second she laid down, Ms Americana's oversexed mind went south.  Her hands slid down across her flat belly, and plunged into her hot, wet snatch.  Two fingers from each hand thrust into her, and she thrashed and cried out.  Her mind was filled with thoughts of T-Bone.  Her pimp was fucking her stupid in her mind.  Her mouth watered as she daydreamed of going down on him, mouth full to the max.  And then him forcing his way down her throat, like he always did.  And then, in her mind, she climbed atop his prone body, straddled his waist, and IMPALED herself on his cock.

            "Aaaiiiee!" she cried, realizing her fingers were rubbing her clit vigorously, while her other hand was pinching and pulling on her erect nipples.  "No, no, no, no!  I can't… uugggh… must… stop."

            It took all of her willpower to pull her hands from her own body.  Her back bowed, and her head rocked back and forth.  She so needed to be fucked.  Oddly enough, even after pulling her hands away, her body was still on course to deliver a powerful climax.  She could feel herself charging forward, about to explode.

            "No!" she cried, rolling out of bed and running into the shower.  Cold water nipped that orgasm in the bud.  It left her shivering and frustrated.  "Just what I need."

            Ms Americana sat at the table, in a straight-back chair, naked, long legs spread wide.  Panting.

            "That was the goddess reminding me that I need pent-up sexual frustration to fuel my power belt once I recover it," she said, and sighed gustily.  Her hand snaked down between her legs, and started rubbing her still-throbbing clit.  "Oooooooh, yes.  It'll be hard, tough, but I'm more than strong enough to endure a day of… uggh… self-denial.  I'll be full-powered by nightfall."

            So Ms Americana began one of the hardest things she ever did.  Masturbating after a setback, to rebuild her pent up frustrations.  She took herself to the very brink, and hit the cold shower.  Over and over.  Driving herself crazy.  Accidentally rubbing out a couple climaxes, even, so that she had to continue to replenish what she lost.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Midnight, deep under Wade Manor…

            Ms Americana rode her Americana Bike into the Americana Cave under Wade Manor.  It didn't look disturbed.  Her Americana-Mobile was still there, with a coat of dust.  The computer station looked undisturbed as well.  The elevator was at the top, so she had a little wait while it came down.

            She fidgeted as she waited, constantly tugging on her costume.  Her lower belly was tingling again.  Anticipation.  Not of sex, but of kicking Harald's butt big time.  Of course, she couldn't think of him without recalling what the enslaved sidekicks did to her.  Fucked her stupid.  Brainwashed her.  Unmasked her.  And then gleefully sold her to a pimp.

Must stop… ugh… thinking about that, she thought, trying to fill her mind with righteous anger.

            When the elevator arrived, Ms Americana stepped into it and pushed the button.  She sucked in and held a deep breath, steeling herself.  The sexy super heroine had to be strong, firm, even brutal with the sidekicks.  She couldn't pull her punches.  To save them, and herself, she would probably have to utterly kick their butts.

            "No mercy," she said, baby blues narrowing.  "It's for their own good."

            The elevator opened into a dark, empty chamber.  She froze, eyes huge.  Her secret Ms Americana chamber had been totally cleaned out.  All of the spare costumes were gone.  All of the mannequins wearing older versions of her costumes over the years were gone.  And after one circuit of the small suite of rooms, she returned to the elevator and went back down.

            "I have a bad feeling about this," she muttered as she waited for her crime computer to boot up.  She quickly got online, and did a search of "Ms Americana Costumes."  It didn't take long to discover that a lot of her and Flag Girl's costumes had been auctioned off on eBay shortly after her capture.  While she was spreading her legs for T-Bone, Harald was selling off all of her old and spare costumes.  Selling off all of her memorabilia.  She used the computer's special crime-fighting software to trace the transactions back to Harald.  "That bastard."

            At least she found no evidence that he’d sold her power belt.  If he did, though, she doubted it would be on a site as public as eBay.  Somehow, she felt that he’d kept the belt as a souvenir.  Most criminals did when they defeated a super heroine.  They needed that special trophy, and there was nothing more special than her power belt, except maybe her mask.

            "Where would he keep the belt?" she said, glancing up and considering the countless rooms in the mansion above.  There was a home office.  Brenda's own "memories room" where her public persona kept all of her awards.  She didn't like to call it a trophy room.  Of course, the bedroom wouldn't be accessed by many not very close to him, so that was a possibility.  And then there was the chance that he kept it hidden in one of three safes within the mansion.  One in the master bedroom closet, one in the office, and one really big safe for artwork in the basement.  "I'd keep something that big in the bedroom safe."

            Once again, Ms Americana took the elevator to the mansion above.  Her body tingled with anticipation.  That belt always had such a profound effect on her body, energizing it, arousing it, filling her with awesome power.  A thrill slithered up her spine as the elevator again opened up into her secret chamber behind the master bedroom.

            Checking the security monitor first to ensure that no one was inside the bedroom, Ms Americana opened the secret door and slipped into her sprawling master closet.  She was immediately brought up short.  All of her clothes were gone.  Also, Wade Manor's speaker system was blasting dance music.  Very loudly.  Lydia's party was in full swing.  She'd forgotten about it the second she’d found her super heroine dressing chamber cleaned out.

            Stepping to the middle of the closet, she struck a classic super heroine pose and shook her head.  She'd had some really awesome, terribly expensive designer clothes and shoes, too.  All had to be replaced… which appealed to her inner shopper.  Okay, she felt a little thrill at the prospect of endless hours in exclusive boutiques trying on clothes and shoes.  And then her baby blues locked on a small section with a man's clothes.

            "Harald's crap in my closet," she snarled quietly, scrunching her nose and narrowing her eyes.  Mostly, the closet was empty, but there were several places with kinky female attire as well.  For Harald's sidekick lovers, no doubt.  The portrait of her father in his uniform was gone, exposing the safe it hid.  "Goddess, please let my power belt be in that safe."

            As soon as she found the belt, Ms Americana was going to crash the party below and rip into Harald and the sidekicks.  She was going to take them down, and take her former life back.  Brenda would return maybe a month or two after Ms Americana did.  She would get with the other heroines in the city, or maybe a sister city, and figure out a way to "rescue" Brenda from white slavery.  It was regrettable, but it had to be done like that so people wouldn't finally associate Brenda and Ms Americana as one, due to vanishing and returning at the same time.

            She quickly opened the safe.  Inside were stacks of cash, which she had put there years ago.  It looked like Harald had taken about a third of the cash.  Irritating, but not a big deal for someone as rich as her.  All of the fabulously expensive jewelry that the safe had been installed to hold was, of course, gone.  Probably now in the possession of Harald's sidekick lovers.  Again, irritating, but not a big deal even if it was sold and not recoverable.

            What was a big deal, though: "Damn, no power belt."

            The next-best choice was the safe in the home office, at the back of the mansion.  The sexy super heroine glanced at the open closet door, with dance music pouring in.  She bit her lip, wondering how many wild, drunk college-aged men and women were in the mansion.  If she was caught without her power belt…

            Returning to the once-secret chamber, she checked the mansion's security system again.  There were cameras all throughout the house, and on the grounds.  Wade Manor had four levels, not counting the Americana Cave far beneath.  The ground level and second floor were the "public" areas, with the second floor mostly bedrooms.  Lots of bedrooms.  There were two levels of basements, with the lowest level mostly filled with that huge walk-in art safe.  The upper basement wasn't converted, and was used for storage and as an equipment room for heating and air conditioning.

            Ms Americana checked the main level first.  It was filled with party-goers.  Lots and lots of them.  Mostly half-naked.  They were out front, and around the pool in back.  She found Harald holding court in the Great Room, with a topless Lydia snuggled up to him while he kissed and fondled her.  On his other side was a hot redhead that she didn't know, also topless and all kissy-snuggly.  Surprisingly, she found the other sidekicks all dressed as their super heroine alter-egos, sans masks, and waiting hand and foot on both Harald and the guests.

            And then she noticed others dressed as super heroes and super heroines.  A couple of dark-haired women, and one redhead, were dressed as Ms Americana.  Super hero costume parties were a thing on the local campus, especially at frat and sorority parties.  All things considered, she wasn't the least bit pleased that Harald would host one in the mansion that he’d stolen from her.

            The sexy super heroine scowled at the monitor for a moment, and then checked the second floor, only to find young men and women running around up there and utilizing the guest bedrooms for sex and debauchery.  She sighed gustily, shaking her head.  It wasn't going to be easy slipping through the mansion without being seen.

            "Goddess, why can't I ever catch a break," she whispered.

            The raven-maned super heroine headed out.  She carefully closed the secret door, and snuck out into the main bedroom.  The bed was a mess, sheets rumpled and still a little damp from sweat.  She wondered if it was Harald or a couple of his guests who’d messed up the bed.  She'd had a few parties before where guests had snuck up to have sex in her bed.  Very annoying.

            Opening the bedroom door, Ms Americana looked up and down the opulent hallway.  There was a lot of laughter, feminine squeals of delight, and male shouting, but no one was in sight.  Unfortunately, no one seemed to close doors.  She could hear the sounds of sexual activities coming from several rooms, including Lydia's room.

            The vivacious masked vigilante headed down the long hallway, towards the back stairs into the kitchen.  The home office was on the other side of the kitchen.

            "Halt, sexy miscreant!" a male voice called behind her.

            Ms Americana froze, and slowly looked back over her shoulder.  A young man wearing nothing but a red cape was striding towards her.  He had “PM” written in permanent marker on his bare, hairless chest.  Otherwise, he was tall and lean and fit-looking.

            "Penis Man demands that you yield and deliver," he said as he stopped just a little too close to her.

            "Ack," she said, waving her hand before his face.  The stench of alcohol was overwhelming.  It was amazing he had an erection, as well.  How horny was he?  "Penis Man?  Really?"

            His penis was just inches from her belly, looking big, hard, and veiny.  Ms Americana fought to keep her eyes away from it.  Her mouth was already watering, just knowing that it was so close, and eager to please.  More disturbing, she was terribly tempted to ask if he wanted a date, for fifty dollars.

Nothing is harder than breaking hooker urges, she thought.  It wasn't the first time she’d been reduced to white slavery, and forced to peddle her ass on the street.  The first couple weeks afterwards were the toughest, with the most powerful urges to slip back into full hooker mode.  She'd had a few "slips" in the past.  I must be strong.

            "Yes," he said, wagging his brows as he stroked his long, thick cock a few times.  Her eyes were drawn down to it by his actions, making her throat tighten and belly clench.  Her pussy ached with need.  "My super power is bitch-taming naughty super heroines."  He looked her over with lecherous eyes.  "You're next, Americana."

            She had the impression that he thought she was just another chick in a costume.  Not the real Ms Americana.  Ms Americana ground her teeth.  He really didn't recognize her.  So annoying, despite being to her benefit.  It made her just a bit feisty.

            "You know, there's no such thing as a real super hero," she said.  "So far, no one has found a way to give men super powers."

            Men could be wizards, but as of yet, no one had found the secret to activating male super powers.  Women's super powers were tied to the ancient gods, like Ms Americana being descended from Aphrodite.

            "Foolish girl," he said, all full of drunken arrogance.  "I see I will have to use my super dick on your pretty little girl pussy."

            Ms Americana just gawked at him.  She had no answer to that… absurdity.  And yet, her pussy got hot and wet with his comment, really starting to ache.  The sexy costumed vigilante knew that the best way to stifle her growing libido was a good knockdown, drag-out fight.

            "If you're man enough to take it," she said, eyes narrowing as she flowed sensuously into a fighting stance.  Lifting one hand towards him, she gave him a beckoning gesture.  "Let's party, Erectile Dysfunction Man."

            "Ha!" another young man in nothing but a white cape said, striding up behind Penis Man.  He looked and sounded even drunker.  "Ssshe called you Erecul Disfunishnal Man."

            He was pasty white, chubby, and sported a mob of curly brown hair.  Kind of reminded her of Harald, and that wasn't good for him.  The letters “SG” were crudely written on his bare chest.

            "You're an idiot, Super Geek," Penis Man said, not taking his lusty eyes off of Ms Americana.  "I'm about to put Miss American Girl here in her place."

            "Ah-mer-i-can-ah," she enunciated slowly.  "Say it right, miscreant."

            The newcomer laughed merrily as he walked right up to her.  She never really believed that Super Geek would lay hands on her, but lay them he did.  The chubby geek immediately ripped her top off, tossing it aside as he reached for her ginormous boobs.

            "Look at them big, juicy girl pillows!" Super Geek cried.

            Ms Americana caught his wrist, twisted and turned, and threw Super Geek over her hip.  As he hit the floor, Penis Man grabbed a fistful of her lustrous black hair.  She threw a savage elbow into his gut, doubling him up, and then threw him over her hip and atop Super Geek.

            "Bitch," Penis Man cried.

            The two naked college men struggled to separate at her booted feet.  Ms Americana paused to watch, amusement spreading across her beautiful masked face.

            "Have no fear, it's Mighty Cock to the rescue!" another tall, gangly geek cried.  He too was naked, wearing just tall boots.  No cape.  And he was also drunk, so he stumbled just before reaching her, and crashed headfirst into the small of Ms Americana's back.  "Ooff!"

            "Hey!" she cried, suddenly in the middle of three naked geeks, all writhing and struggling to part, until they realized that a topless woman was down there with them.  Before she knew it, her bottoms were being pulled off, and three sets of eager hands were grabbing, stroking, and squeezing her tits, ass, hair, and other parts of her luscious body.  "Oh!  Stop that!  Don't grab me… ugh… uugggh… there.  Ooooh."

            Penis Man's fingers plowed up into her wet, slippery pussy.  Mighty Cock had his face planted firmly in her deep cleavage, motorboating her perfect pair, while both of his hands fondled her 38Gs with enthusiasm.  And Super Geek was on the bottom, his hands exploring her curves and his cock pressed up between her legs from behind.

            Realizing that the head of his cock was less than an inch from her pussy, Ms Americana instinctively thrust her hips up, lifting her up off of him.  Penis Man pushed back down, and to her surprise, Super Geek's cock thrust up into her anus.

            "Aaaiiiieeeee!  Oooooh, not up the ass," she said.  He stretched her tight little asshole out to the max, hurting her so damned good.  "Oooooh, give a girl some warning."

            Super Geek grabbed her hips and pulled her all the way down his length, before starting a hard, fast pounding action.  Her back arched and her legs spread wider, all of their own volition.  The most amazing waves of pleasure were radiating out from that thrusting cock, turning her insides to hot, tingly mush.

            "Please… you have to… uuuggghhh… stop before… Ooooh… you destroy me," she whispered, red-gloved hands clawing at thin air and baby blues huge in astonishment.  Penis Man's thumb found her sensitive, engorged clit.  Even as he continued thrusting two fingers up into her hot, wet pussy, he started rubbing that throbbing clit.  Ms Americana's eyes rolled up.  "Oooooh… just… like… that… Oooooh."

            "Hey, she's into us?" Penis Man cried, shifted his position super fast, and thrust up her pussy.  "Wahoo!  Double penetration!"

            The valiant vigilante could feel both young men thrusting madly into her body.  Double Penetration always fried her mind, in a very good way.  She loved it way too much.  The curvaceous beauty began writhing and bucking between them, grunting over and over as she reveled in the feel of two cocks deep inside her, separated by nothing but a sensitive membrane.

            "This is like totally awesome," Mighty Cock cried, grabbing Ms Americana's head, and pulling that beautiful face to his crotch.  When she started to protest, he took full advantage of her open mouth.  "Eat my mighty cock!"

            "Ack!  Hgh!  Mmmmmm," she cried, mouth full of geek cock.  Ssslurp.  "Mmmmm."

            "Wahoo!" Super Geek cried, and she felt him coming up her butt.

So soon? Ms Americana thought, sucking intensely on Mighty Cock's dick.

            "Oh yeah!  Uuggh!" Penis Man cried, emptying his seed deep inside her as well.

            Ms Americana realized that they were finished, and she hadn't even gotten to that awesome build-up to climax.  She was just in the mushy belly, feeling-all-tingly-good phase.  Of course, she still had hope for Mighty Cock, but then he cried out and gushed hot, viscous cum into her mouth.

            "Swallow it all, bitch!" he cried.

Ssslurp.  Gulp.  Slurp.  Sssslurp.  "Mmmmmm."

            Mighty Cock moved away, a look of contentment on his face.  Penis Man was waiting, and shoved his sticky wet cock in her face.

            "Suck it clean, Americana," he demanded, grinning down at her with his drunken arrogance.

            Her face was full of defiance, but her hand wrapped around it and guided it to her lips.  Ms Americana's full red lips wrapped around the bulbous head and slid down his shaft.  She bobbed her head, working her tongue and lips.  In no time, his cock was cleaner than it had been when he’d first approached her.

            "There," she said.  "Good enough?"

            "Yeah," Super Geek said, palming the back of her head to turn her face into his crotch.  "Now lick me clean."

            Ms Americana held his semi-erection, while rolling her tongue around the head a few times.  Then she ran her tongue up and down, and all around his shaft, before she opened wide and took him all the way to the back of her throat.  With her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, the sexy super heroine started sucking and bobbing her head.  Cleaning him up nicely, and getting him hard all over again.

            "Fucking awesome," Super Geek groaned out.  "Ass to mouth glory."

            Ms Americana's baby blues got huge.  She'd forgotten where that cock had been just a few moments earlier.  As the other two men laughed, Super Geek came again.  Cum flooded her tongue, tasting so wonderful that she forgot about the whole ass-to-mouth thing and sucked it all down.

            "Thanks, super lady," Super Geek said as he pulled out and stepped back with a look of supreme satisfaction.  "What did you say your name was again?"

            Ms Americana knelt before the three drunk college boys.  She licked her lips, her body still filled with the ripples of pre-climax glory. She couldn't believe what had just happened.  Worse, they didn't even know that they'd scored the number one super babe in the city, in the country!

            "Whatever," Penis Man said, the first to lose interest and turn away.

            The other two followed him down the hall, leaving her naked and vulnerable.  Ms Americana shook her head.  

Could've been worse, she thought, hand rubbing her quivering belly.  At least they didn't force-climax me.  My power belt will still work.

            Ms Americana quickly got back into her costume and headed for the back stairs.  She glanced into Lydia's room as she passed.  A large black man was sprawled atop the bed, with a blonde sucking on his balls, a redhead riding his cock, and a brunette sitting on his face.

            She didn't recognize a single one of them.

            The valiant vigilante finally made it to the kitchen, almost to the home office, and came upon none other than Yumi Wong. Yumi bent over at the waist, with a pair of college football players spit-roasting the Asian beauty.  Her dark eyes cut toward Ms Americana, and went wide.  She tried to pulled off the long, fat black cock, but he grabbed her head and continued to ram it down her throat.

            "Hgh! Uuuh!" she cried, flailing her arms.  The two football players just fucked her harder and faster.  "Ugh!  Ngh!"

            Ms Americana held Yumi’s eyes for a second, smirked as she wagged her brows, and walked on past.  Azure Angel's alter ego was helpless to stop her.  But still, Ms Americana would have to move quickly.  Those men wouldn't last much longer fucking such a hot beauty, and then Yumi would be free to sound the alarm.

            The home office door was open.  The super heroine closed it, cursing the fact that she’d never thought to put a lock on that door.  Hurrying over to the wall safe, she removed the picture disguising it, and started turning the combination lock.  It took all of ten seconds to open the safe.

            "Yes!  Thank the goddess!" she cried, pulling out her lost power belt.  "I'm back!"

            Putting it around her narrow waist was profound.  For the first time in over eighteen months, Ms Americana felt super power surge through her body.  It was erotic, and she closed her eyes, sighed gustily, and had to lean against the wall for support.  Within second, she was back to her former glory.

            "Time to grind Harald beneath my heel," she growled as she headed for the door.

            The door opened before she was halfway there, and Yumi charged through with the two big football players following.  The two women immediately attacked each other.  Ms Americana blocked Yumi's right cross, and followed up with a right uppercut to the Asian's chin.  As Yumi fell away, the two players charged in.

            She ducked and blocked their punches, and then kicked one away with a savage roundhouse, before kneeing the other in the nuts.  With fists and feet, she beat the three of them down in seconds, before striding out of the office.

            "Harald!  I've come for you, you evil monster!" Ms Americana cried as she charged into the Great Room.

            "Run!" Lydia cried, charging her former mentor.

            For a second, Ms Americana was distracted by Lydia's naked tits, bouncing as the beautiful, busty blonde ran towards her.  Then, ducking under Lydia's right cross, she pounded a fist into the teenager's ribs, and then grabbed a fistful of blond hair and ran Lydia into the wall.

As Lydia collapsed, Jessica and Summer charged in with cries of rage.

            Ms Americana grabbed Lydia by her right wrist and ankle, spun around, and threw her into the charging blondes.  All three went down in a grunting, groaning heap.  When she moved to end the fight with kicks to the head, two other college boys moved between them.

            "You messing with the wrong people, girl," the big black guy said.

            "We're gonna kick your sweet round ass," the white guy said.

            "Aww, that's so… wrong," Ms Americana said, dropped low and threw out a leg as she spun.  Sweeping their feet away, she leaped over them and went for the downed former sidekicks.  They were her biggest threat.  And Jessica was already back on her feet and in a fighting stance.

            "I'm super powered, and not afraid to hurt you this time," Ms Americana growled.

            "In your dreams, Ameri-bitch," Jessica snarled.

            Ms Americana swung first, trying for a rabbit punch to the throat.  Jessica blocked it, and stepped inside Ms Americana's guard.  She ducked, spun, and smashed an elbow into the Queen of Justice's ribs.

            "Ugh!" Ms Americana cried, pain lancing through her.  She brought a savage knee up into Jessica's lower back.  "I'll show you my bitch, you bitch."

            "Ooff!" Jessica grunted, thrust forward by the force of the blow.  Ms Americana leaped high, lashing out with a red-booted foot to the back of the blond heroine's head.  "Ugh!"

            That left Jessica out cold, sprawled belly-down on the floor.  But Lydia and Summer were back on their feet.  They attacked as one, forcing Ms Americana into pure defensive mode as she desperately fought off their attack.  And then another man came up behind Ms Americana and punched her in the back, right over her left kidney.

            "Aaaiieee!" she cried, back bowed and head thrown back.  Summer kicked her in the stomach, doubling her up.  Lydia came in with a knee to the face that took Ms Americana off her feet to crash onto the floor.  "Uuugggh… Ooooh."

            Her power belt was doing its job, though.  Without it, she might've been down for the count.  But the belt's healing powers had her ready for more within seconds.  So she drove her long stiletto heel straight up into Summer's cunt, making the blond beauty turn bright red and double over.

            Lydia tried to stomp on her belly, so Ms Americana rolled aside and to her feet.  She snapped a brutal kick to Summer's vulnerable face, laying the blonde out cold next to Jessica.  Then she tried a roundhouse at Lydia's head, but the former sidekick ducked and drove her stiletto heel straight into Ms Americana's unprotected pussy.

            "Aaaiiee!  Bitch," she cried, clutching her brutalized twat.  Lydia send a roundhouse of her own into the side of Ms Americana's head, sending the Queen of Justice reeling across the room to smash into a wall.  More men moved in on her, so the shapely vigilante started a whirlwind action, sending vicious roundhouse after vicious roundhouse at them.  "I'll beat you all into a bloody pulp!"

            She spotted Harald running towards her.  That was not something she’d expected to see.  He was obviously not a fighter.  Oddly enough, he was clutching a smart phone and holding it out before him, like it would protect him.

            "Ms Americana!  Look!"

            The Queen of Justice wasn't in any mood to play his little game.  She locked eyes with him as she batted his extended arm aside.  The smart phone went flying across the room.  A second later she punched him in the nose, sending Harald flying back into a chair.

            "Everyone halt in the name of justice!" Ms Americana cried.  "Unless you all want to go to jail."

            Silence fell across the Great Room.  The college-aged men and women gawked at her, looking unsure and nervous.  They came to party, not fight.  Few of them had ever seen a real super heroine in person.  Jessica and Lydia were starting to stir, so she gave them a wary look before turning back to Harald.

            "You are in big trouble, Harald," Ms Americana snarled, baby blues narrowing to slits.  "Tell me how you forced Lydia, Summer, Jessica, and Yumi to be your slaves, or I'll beat it out of you.  Punk."

            Harald's eyes got huge.  Ms Americana knew that he didn't have the strength to defy her.  Her full red lips curled into a triumphant smile as she moved into a classic super heroine pose: chin high, chest out, back slightly bowed to thrust out her butt, and both fists balled up on well rounded hips.

            "Spill it," Ms Americana demanded.  "Or else."

            "Or else you'll kneel to your master," Lydia cried as she and Jessica crashed into Ms Americana.  "Ugh.  Gotcha!"

            Ms Americana was driven to her knees, as each former sidekick wrestled an arm back.  Her eyes went wide as handcuffs were snapped on.  Jessica pounded fists into her ribs and back, while Lydia moved in front of her.

            "We captured you," Lydia said, and headbutted her.  "Defeated you again!"

            Only Jessica holding her kept Ms Americana on her knees.  Her eyes were crossed, her head spinning.  Lydia then seized a fistful of black hair, and forced the vanquished heroine to crawl up between Harald's wide knees.  As her spinning head began to settle, she saw her former ward and protégé unzip Harald, pull out his cock, and give it a little kiss.

            "Harald is your new master," Lydia said.  "Suck his dick."

            The blond teen shoved Ms Americana's face into Harald's lap, while guiding his semi-erect cock into the vanquished vigilante’s mouth.  The defeated heroine opened her mouth and took him in, before she realized that she was cooperating.  At the same time, Jessica came up behind her, pressed in close, and snaked a hand down between her legs to start rubbing her pussy through her bikini bottoms.

            "Wow, Ms Ameri-bimbo is already slippery wet down here," Jessica said.  "Of course, I knew she would be.  Nothing like capture and bondage to turn a super heroine on, and into a raging cock-starved slut."

            "Hhhhmmmm," Ms Americana groaned, Lydia's hand in her hair forcing her up and down Harald's cock.  Slurp.  Slurp.  Jessica's hand was doing a number on her body and libido, driving her crazy.  She was already starting to squirm, back bowing unconsciously to give the beautiful blonde easier access.  Ssslurp.  "Mmmmm."

            Lydia forced a finger under Ms Americana's mask.

            "No," Harald said.  "Leave the mask on this time.  I already know who she is under it.  I want to fuck Ms Americana, not Brenda Wade."

            The others in the room gasped, learning Ms Americana's secret identity.  Some of them ran out of the room, and Ms Americana knew it was all over.  There was no containing her secret this time.  Ms Americana's long, illustrious crime-fighting career was over, no matter what happened.

            Lydia instead removed Ms Americana's top, while Jessica removed the star-spangled bottoms.

            "Spread your knees," Jessica demanded.  Ms Americana obeyed, knowing that it wouldn't be good for her.  "Good girl, Ms A.  Time for some hot, super heroine pussy spanking!"

Thwack!

            Ms Americana's baby blues widened. Tears flooded her eyes as the pain rippled up her spine.  Her tits and pussy were the most sensitive spots on her amazing body, and Jessica knew how best to demean, debase, and totally dominate as she strove to subjugate a super heroine.

Thwack!  Thwack!  Thwack!

            "Uuugggghhh," Ms Americana cried around Harald's cock.  Lydia shoved down harder, and forced Ms Americana all the way down that cock, until her lips were wrapped around the base and Harald's cock was forced down her throat.  "Ack!  Hgh!"

Thwack!  Thwack!  THWACK!

            Summer arrived, with a folded belt in hand.

            "Let me try," Summer said.

Thwap!  Thwap!

            The belt left red welts across Ms Americana's butt cheeks.

            "Ugghh!"

Thwap!  Thwap!

            Jessica continued spanking her hot, throbbing, achy pussy, while Summer whipped her butt cheeks with the belt.  Thwack!  Thwap!  Thwack!  Thwap!  The pain was exquisite, burning through her body.  Leaving her tingling from knees to nipples.  Lydia no longer had to force her up and down Harald's cock; Ms Americana was sucking him off with enthusiasm.

Thwack!  Thwap!  Thwack!  Thwap!

            Ms Americana felt her body change, felt that mad rush to climax building and building.

Thwack!  Thwap!  Thwack!  Thwap!

            The alternating pussy spanks and belt-whipping across her butt was a sensation that she'd never experienced.  Not at once, anyways.  And it was whipping her into a frenzy.  Her mind melted, her insides turning into red hot liquid heat.  And her pussy ached and throbbed

Thwack!  Thwap!  Thwack!  Thwap!

            "Aaagghhhh!" she cried, as her shapely body finally exploded with erotic pleasure.

            "Fucking A, Ms A!" Harald cried, and flooded her mouth with cum.

            Ms Americana gulped it all down as the two blondes continued abusing her pussy and butt.  It seemed to last forever, but it ended way too soon when Yumi stormed into the Great Room.

            "Enough," Yumi said.  "It's time with finish Ms Americana off for good.  Hang her from the ceiling!"

            "Yes!" the crowd shouted.

            Ms Americana went cold.  She’d never expected them to execute her!  Sexy super heroines were fucked out of their minds, and then sold into white slavery.  Everyone knew that!  It'd happened to her many times.

            The gorgeous super heroine was yanked to her feet as she heard chains above.  Lydia started to remove her power belt, but stopped.

            "The belt can stay on," Lydia said.  "We forced her to climax, so she is de-powered.  It's useless to her, but I think it looks sexy."

            "I agree," Harald said.

            Ms Americana's wrists were freed of the handcuffs, only to be snapped into wide manacles.  Men on both sides of the room pulled on chains, and her hands were pulled up, up, up.

            "Uggh!" Ms Americana cried, pulled off the floor.  Her red-booted feet were just inches off the floor, but it might as well have been a mile.  Even if she still had her super powers, her position left her with zero leverage to use it.  The Queen of Justice was utterly helpless and vulnerable.  "You won't get away with this.  I may be ruined and destroyed, but other heroines will avenge me!"

            "And they will join you in white slavery," Lydia said.  "Where they belong."

            "Okay, boys, form two lines," Yumi said.  "Front and back.  We're going to double fuck Ms Americana until her brain breaks.  We're going to tame her spirit."

            Lydia pressed up close to Ms Americana's left side, taking the time to pinch, pull, and twist on a sensitive nipple, before saying, "Once your fragile little pea-brain is tamed and utterly clear, then we'll fill it with sex and debauchery, and transform you back into the perfect little fuck toy."

            "That's right, Ms A," Summer said, pressing up on the other side of the vanquished super heroine.  She kissed, licked, and nibbled on Ms Americana's other erect nipple.  "You will be nothing but a hot piece of cock candy.  And you know it."

            Yumi was in charge of the line of men forming in front of Ms Americana, and Jessica had the line behind her.  The first two were giant black men, looking a lot like college football players.  Lydia and Summer pulled her legs wide, as the man in front grabbed her ass and lifted.  The man behind her reached around and grabbed her tits.

            "Great Liberty!" Ms Americana cried, as he pulled her close, and then impaled her upon his ten-inch black cock.  Her long legs wrapped around him as she slid down his pole, stretching her out so wonderfully.  "My goddess, I… am… ugh… doomed!"

            The football player behind Ms Americana kissed and nibbled her neck and shoulders, while Jessica guided him to her puckered asshole.  She sucked in a sharp breath when he thrust deep into her.  It felt like he’d ripped her ass open, but soon, he was starting to feel good.  Too good.  And his hands… inspired.  The man obviously loved big tits, and knew how to play them like a pro.  Just his hands had her head spinning, mind thinking erotic thoughts, and body sweating and needy.  The two monster cocks reaming her out was the icing on the sex cake, pushing her over the top super fast.

            "Aaaaaiiiieeeee!  Great Liberty, I can feel my body and mind slipping out of my control!" Ms Americana cried.  "They are taming me!"

            "These guys are about to blow," Yumi said.  "Lydia, you and Summer fluff the next guys in line."

            Ms Americana watched through hooded eyes as Lydia didn't hesitate to obey.  The blond beauty dropped before the next man in line and started sucking him with a hungry mouth.  It broke her heart to see just how lost to lust and depravity Lydia had become.  She was too far gone.  Lydia's fate was set in stone.  And as Ms Americana's heart broke, so did her embattled spirit, her will to fight on.

            And her body exploded with pure pleasure again, pussy and ass throbbing, pulsing around the two cocks thrusting ceaselessly into her.  As her mind spun down into oblivion, she looked up to the uncaring heavens.

            "Goddess!  I have failed!" Ms Americana cried.  Both men started coming inside her, filling her up with their seed.  Her body climaxed again, making her buck frantically and cry out.  "I am lost! I am… TAMED!  Aaaiiiieeeee!"

            Harald stepped up, thrusting a smart phone in her face.  Ms Americana's bleary eyes slowly focused on it, and…. It hit the sexy super heroine like a brick between the eyes.  Finished wiping her mind clear.  All thought ended.  She didn't even notice that two more men replaced the ones who had just climaxed her.

            Now hypnotized, she heard Jessica and Yumi begin filling her with new thoughts and urges and needs and desires.  Brainwashing her to total obedience.  Making her believe all she ever was, ever would be, ever wanted to be was a sex slave, at the mercy of men.

            "Master," Lydia said at length.  "Ms Americana is yours."

Two years later…

            Harald's limo dropped him off at the front door of the former Wade Manor, now called Archers Manor since the geek now owned it.  It'd been a long day of meetings at Archers Enterprises, also renamed from Wade Enterprises after Brenda had signed her entire fortune over to him and Lydia as a "wedding present" eighteen months earlier.  

            The door opened at his approach.  Inside, he found Brenda, Yumi, Summer, and Jessica kneeling submissively.  All four former heroines wore the tightest, sexiest little whisper of French Maid costumes, with black hose and sky-high stilettos.  Lydia waddled into the entry to give him a kiss, her belly huge with child.  It would be their second together.

            Lydia led him into the Great Room, where he sat in his favorite chair.  Brenda knelt before him and removed his shoes, before starting to massage his aching feet.  While Lydia headed for the kitchen to supervise his dinner, Yumi came up behind him, leaning over to kiss him passionately and deeply, while her silky hair caressed his face.  Summer and Jessica knelt to either side of him, pulling out his cock and balls.  They alternated between sucking on his balls and his cock, until he was ready to blow.

            "Quick, Brenda, finish sucking me off," he said.

            The two blondes pulled away with squeaks of displeasure of denial, while Brenda eagerly pressed up between his legs and swallowed his cock.  He always liked Brenda to finish him off when he came home.  She performed to perfection, his most perfect and obedient sex slave.  Brenda hungrily swallowed every drop of cum when he finally came.

            "Life is good," Harald said, sighing gustily.  He lifted his smart phone - the thing that had given him this wonderful life.  "It's so good because I was finally willing to be bad by playing evil little Mind Games."   He looked around at the four supermodel-gorgeous women. All four looking at him so adoringly, so lustfully.  "You don't mind, do you, my slave beauties?"

            "Not at all, master," Brenda said.  "We live to please you in any and every way.  You blessed us all by enslaving us and allowing us to serve you."

The End

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