MS AMERICANA: MOTHER’S DAY GIFT

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains.

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By Dark One

Ms Americana’s bright blue eyes narrowed as she spotted a single young woman making her way toward the parking garage. Even though it was nearing 2 A.M. she was able to see most of the brightly lit Delta Street stretching to either side of the five story parking garage’s entrance. The scantily clad super heroine watched from the top level.

“Fool girl,” she muttered. “You’ll ruin Mother’s Day tomorrow for your mom if you get yourself kidnapped and sold into white slavery.”

In the past two weeks, two to three young college age girls a week were vanishing without a trace from the Delta Street club district. The press was barely covering it, and the Mayor and Police thought of it as a non issue. They had no “evidence” of foul play. Those imbeciles needed dead bodies to believe anything untoward was happening. The possibility of white slavers stealing the city’s beautiful young women didn’t seem of any concern to them.

“I’ll show them, again,” she said, fists clenched at her sides. Men were SO frustrating. Especially men in power. “As usual, I have to personally save and protect the young women of Delta City.”

Like the young platinum blonde on the street below, the missing women were all last seen heading for their cars. Alone. One and all vanished after spending the evening in one or more of the many clubs along Delta Street. And all of their cars were later found in the parking garage Ms Americana stood atop, taken away before reaching the relative safety of their cars. Of course, the garage’s excellent security cameras never spotted any of the young women entering the premises after they initially left their cars and departed, so they were captured between the clubs and the garage.

Another glance showed the lone blonde slowly making her way down the neon lit street. Closer now, the ever vigilant super-powered vigilante noticed she was especially well-endowed under her thin, five sizes too small t-shirt. She obviously wasn’t wearing a bra, for her titanic tits were bouncing enticingly.

“I have a good feeling about you,” she said. Ms Americana found she had a hard time tearing her eyes off those dancing twins, so big and “healthy.” “I don’t think the bad guys are going to be able to resist you.”

Traffic was light at that late hour. She personally believed the white slavers were cruising the street in a van and snatching up any young women they find alone. Ms Americana considered pretending to be a vulnerable young thing walking alone, out of costume, but knew she was too striking not to go unnoticed after a couple of trips back and forth, so the bad guys would leave her alone, smelling a trap.

So there she was, atop the five story parking garage in her world famous red, white and blue bikini and boots costume. The golden tiara above the blue, star-spangled mask was cooling her forehead in the late evening breeze. Her golden power belt cinched her narrow waist, above well rounded hips barely covered by a tiny stars and strips bikini bottom. Her mile long legs were stuffed into red calf boots, with a red strip up the front and tall stiletto heels. And her renown 44DDs were barely contained inside the red, white and blue, star-spangled and stripped bikini top. Red gauntlet gloves and a blue choker with a golden star finished out her costume.

“Hmmm, looks like blondie’s going to make it after all,” she said, seeing the pretty young thing already striding smartly down the last block.

She approached a last, yawning black alley. When she was halfway across the alley mouth, Ms Americana started to look away, vaguely disappointed that she wasn’t snatched up so she could finally solve this irritating case. Oh, the Mayor, Police Commissioner and Police Chief would regret patronizing her last week. But then she caught a movement out the corner of her eyes.

The pretty young thing yelped and jumped back, whirling around to face the alley. Then two men raced out and seized both of her arms. She struggled briefly, then looked like she paused to take a deep breath to scream. One of the men then clamped his hand over her mouth and they rushed her into the inky blackness of the alley.

“Gotcha!” Ms Americana cried, baby blues flashing.

The sexy super heroine already had a blue nylon repelling harness wrapped around her shapely rump, hips and waist. The repelling rope was tied tightly, and waiting. She quickly slipped over the side and did three quick bounds down the side of the parking garage. Within seconds Ms Americana struck the sidewalk below.

She didn’t teeter at all atop the tall heels, having strong legs, ankles and an exceptional sense of balance. Ms Americana released the quick releases and the harness fell to her feet, and she turned on her heel and raced toward the nearby alley that the platinum blonde was dragged into.

“Your evil ways will end tonight,” Ms Americana said as she ran into the alley.

She spotted the men at an intersection of alleys. They were next to a dark, late model van with both side doors opened wide. The only light was coming from the van’s interior dome light. The pretty blonde was unconscious at their feet, while they struggled to get her skin tight jeans off.

“Halt, vile miscreants!” she called.

Both men froze, then glanced back at her over their shoulders. She never stopped running and was quickly approaching them. They panicked. Seizing the blonde, they tossed her into the van. One ran around to the driver’s side while the other closed the side doors and climbed into the passenger compartment. They moved so fast she feared they would get away.

Ms Americana growled angrily when she heard the engine starter growl. But it didn’t start. She felt a moment of hope and renewed strength surged through her. She would save that poor hapless clubber! But she heard the engine try to start while still ten feet away, but failed again.

“I don’t think so,” she said as the driver pumped the gas and turned the ignition a third time. This time the engine roared to life. He gunned it once, then she heard him put it in gear. “No one escapes from Ms Americana.”

She seized the rear bumper and lifted. The rear wheels kicked into gear, and spun in midair. The driver gunned the engine, as if that would make a difference.

“Surrender now, or pay the consequences,” Ms Americana threatened.

Ms Americana grinned when she heard the two wicked men cursing furiously inside the van. She wasn’t having any problem holding the back of the van off the ground, so they weren’t going anywhere. Then she heard the passenger door open and close. Seconds later, a burly young man rounded the end of the van and glared at her. Up close, she recognized him instantly.

“Jason Abernathy, I should have known,” she sneered. “I guess that’s your big brother, Walter, driving. Or at least trying to drive.”

The Abernathy’s were Delta City sex trade royalty. They had owned and operating cathouses and strip joints in the city’s many red light districts for four generations. Their mother, Dame Sabrina, was a notorious dominatrix and brothel owner, though she would call herself a successful business owner. She did own seven brothels, including the three she inherited from her parents. Her sons Walter and Jason were junior pimps, working for the family business. The lone daughter was her mother’s top call girl/dominatrix for hire.

Dame Sabrina was the self-styled Grand Dame of Sex in Delta City. Kinda of the Queen of Vice. Well, the Queen of Justice was about to overthrow her, and shut her kingdom down for good. Thanks to Dame Sabrina’s bumbling sons.

“You best leave us be, Ms Ameri-tits,” Jason said angrily. “Or else we’ll thump you bad.”

Ms Americana released the van. It immediately burned rubber and peeled away a good one hundred feet, and bounced off the walls of the alley on both sides several times before Walter gained control and hit the breaks. She watched with a self-satisfied smile tugging at her full red lips. Then she turned to face Jason and assumed her classic super heroine pose -- chin high, chest thrust out, gloved hands on hips and feet shoulder width apart.

“Ok, start thumping, BOY,” she said, baby blues flashing her challenge. She had no fear his brother would leave him behind. Catch one and she catches the whole family. And they knew it.

He dropped into a crouch, but hesitated charging her. She laughed.

“What’s the matter? Afraid?” she taunted. “Well, you should be. I’m a superior woman, and you are no match for me, boy.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Ameri-BITCH.”

Ms Americana’s eyes narrowed dangerously. First, she didn’t like it one bit when they corrupted her honored super heroine name. Secondly, she despised being called a bitch. That was a word coined by evil men to degrade successful, strong women. She would not allow him to oppress her with mere words.

“I’m going to so enjoy dragging you and your disgusting family down,” Ms Americana said, taking a single step towards him. He made her smile by taking a step backwards. “Make it easy on yourself, Jason. Surrender now. Save yourself a thorough beating.”

He glanced toward the rumbling van down the alley. From the noise of it, Walter was trying to work it loose from being wedged up against a brick wall. She could hear metal on masonry and lots of engine rev’ving. Jason really looked like he wanted some big brother support.

“It’s useless to resist, Jason,” she said. “After I take you down, then I’m going to beat your brother senseless, then go after your mother and sister. By morning, your whole family will be in jail or the hospital. Tonight, I’m going to close down your family business, once and for all time.”

Suddenly, the van’s engine screamed to life amid screeching wheels. She started to glance over her shoulder, but Jason lunged at her. Ms Americana dropped into a defensive stance, but he quickly backed up. Too late she realized he wasn’t afraid, but gloating victoriously.

Ms Americana’s head whipped around just as the van slammed into her. The shapely super heroine was bounced off the back of the van and hit the ground twenty feet down the side alley. She immediately rolled to the side and the van raced past her.

She could hear Jason whooping and hollering joyfully. Obviously, he didn’t truly understand he was dealing with a superior woman, a super heroine. Indeed, the premier super heroine in Delta City. The legendary Queen of Justice wasn’t so easily vanquished.

With her power belt on, that incident wasn’t any more painful than if she was a normal woman being tackled in a friendly game of football. The pain was minimal, and quickly began to fade due to her super human healing abilities. Thanks to the belt.

Suddenly, the van squealed to a stop, and reversed direction. Ms Americana growled and rose gracefully to her feet. Then she charged the speeding van. Timing it just right, she leapt into the air and executed a perfect flying kick straight through the windshield in front of the driver’s face. He barely ducked in time, so her sharp stiletto heel pierced his headrest.

He hit the brakes, and she found herself flying through the air. The beautiful super heroine hit the ground and rolled back to her feet with minimal injury, pain or even discomfort. The minor abrasions on her back and rump would heal and fade so quickly they would be gone before the police arrived, so no one would ever know she was hurt.

Assuming a defensive stance, she faced the now stopped van. The engine had stopped and Walter was trying to start it frantically. She smiled victoriously.

“The games over, Walter. Surrender quietly, or I’ll teach you a badly needed lesson in respect,” Ms Americana said.

The frustrated junior pimp pounded on his steering wheel a brief moment, then cursed furiously as he rushed out of the van to face her. Then he pulled a pistol and waved it at her.

“Back off, bitch, or I’ll pop a cap in your fat ass.”

Ms Americana assumed a super heroine pose and raised one perfect eyebrow haughtily.

“My ass isn’t any more fat than your brain is intelligent,” she retorted. Then she waved dismissively at his gun. “We both know that pistol is laughable. I cannot be shot while wearing my power belt. Go ahead, try to shoot me. Of course, by discharging your firearm it will only pile on the charges against you. You could be looking at federal time.”

“I don’t think so, Ameri-bimbo,” Walter sneered, an evil glint of satisfaction in his dark eyes. “You’ll be the one serving time -- on your knees!”

He suddenly pointed the pistol at her. She raised her chin defiantly, confident in her belt’s ability to shield her from his bullets. Ms Americana knew she was invulnerable.

That’s when Jason came up behind her. He wrapped one burly arm around her chest, pinning both of her arms down. She started to laugh. There was no way a single man could hold the Queen of Justice. She merely needed to flex her super powered muscles and…

Jason clamped a cool, wet clothe over her mouth and nose. Ms Americana instinctively gasped in a lungful of sickly sweet fumes. She instantly knew she’d breathed in chloroform and tried to exhale as much as possible. Then Walter charged in, and drove his right foot straight into her solar plexus. What little wind she had exploded out into the chloroform cloth. An instant later she couldn’t stop herself from sucking in two lungs full of chloroform.

“Mmmmhhhhmmmm,” she said, frantic to free her arms and escape that dangerous chloroform clothe.

Ms Americana felt the blackness creeping in from all sides already. She was too susceptible to chloroform. It seemed to have more of an effect on her than most, so she had to escape fast. Or she would fall helplessly into the Abernathy Family’s unmerciful hands.

The sexily clad super heroine forced her arms straight out to the side, breaking Jason’s hold. But then Walter kicked her in the twat.

“Uuggghhh!” she groaned, doubling up.

She, of course, had to exhale, then suck in more chloroform as Jason again clamped the clothe over her mouth and nose.

“Mmmmm,” she groaned weakly.

Suddenly, the chloroform clothe was pulled away. For a brief second she felt hope burst forth. Then each man grabbed an arm and she felt herself thrust straight back into a brick wall. Her head bounced off the bricks, white and black starbursts exploding behind her eyes as what little wind she had was forced from her tortured lungs.

She felt hands at the small of her back, pulling on her power belt’s fasteners. She immediately put all of her concentration on keeping the belt around her waist. The belt was synced to her in such a way that it could not be removed from her if she didn’t want that. With pure will power she could keep them from removing the source of her super strength. And, as she expected, they quickly cursed and gave up.

A lazy smile slowly spread across her beautiful face.

The chloroform cloth slapped back in place just as she took a deep, gasping breath. In fact, she was forced to take several deep breaths, feeling strength bleeding quickly from her limbs and her will power collapsing. She couldn’t get enough oxygen through the chloroform drenched cloth, forcing her to take deeper and deeper breaths.

“Look at her going,” Jason said with self-satisfied glee. “Our plan worked like a charm.”

“I was getting worried,” Walter said. “It took her two weeks to finally come looking. I was afraid she wouldn’t get here in time. And then she caught us unaware.”

<A trap? For me?> Ms Americana thought. It was so hard to think. So hard. And sleep so easy. So wonderfully close and easy. <I should…should’ve…seen….>

“Uuugggggmmmmm,” she groaned and blackness took her.

“The once mighty Queen of Justice is down for the count,” Walter said, grinning fiercely as they let her drop to her knees between them. His breathing was labored and he could barely contain his joy. She had taunted, defied, tormented them for so many years, in so many ways. Now the object of their greatest fear and dread was helplessly kneeling before him. Ms Americana, as beautiful as she was dangerous, was his to use, abuse and….command. “Won’t Mama be proud!”

Jason dropped the chloroform cloth and grabbed her long, silky black hair. He yanked her head back and looked her over closely in the van’s bright headlights. The Abernathy pimp liked what he saw. There weren’t very many women with bodies like hers, especially with natural tits that big and juicy.

“Look at the jugs on this ho,” Jason said, and grabbed one. He squeezed it a moment, then cupped it. He was pleasantly amazed by its weight and firmness. “These are the best tits I ever saw.”

“Save it, bro,” Walter said. He pulled a yellow ball-gag out of his pocket. “First business, then pleasure. Go fetch the ropes.”

The burly pimp pushed the yellow, rubber ball of the gag into the unconscious super heroine’s slack mouth. It was a perfect fit, forcing her jaw painfully wide. Her full, red lips looked great wrapped around the shiny yellow ball, with the black straps that he pulled back and buckled at the base of her skull.

“I’ve wanted to do that even longer than I’ve wanted to fuck you, bitch,” he snarled. “If I never hear your superior, snooty voice again it will be too soon.”

<Except for her to meekly beg for mercy, of course,> he thought with a wicked glint in his dark blue eyes.

Walter laid Ms Americana face down on the concrete. Then he pulled both of her hands back and waited on his younger brother. Jason quickly returned with the rope they’d brought to bind up their prey. First, Walter crossed her wrists and tied them together. Then he bound her arms together below the elbows. And finally, he tied her arms halfway between her elbows and shoulders, very tightly, forcing her shoulders painfully back and leaving her arms ramrod straight running down her back.

“There,” Walter said proudly. He pulled her back up upon her knees. “Don’t she look pretty?”

“Never prettier,” Jason said. “Now, can we have some fun?”

Ms Americana groaned weakly, still too far gone to know what was happening. She just knew she was uncomfortable and didn’t like it. But fresh air and discomfort was rousing her. The two pimps knew she’d rejoin them soon.

“Go for it, bro,” his brother said, winking.

“Wahoo!” Jason cried out. He pushed her face down, leaving her ass sticking up into the air. Her bikini bottoms were quickly yanked down to her knees and he moved up close behind her. “This is going to be sweet.”

Jason unzipped and pulled out his semi-erect cock. He paused to look over the helpless super heroine before him, ready to give him intense pleasure whether she wanted to or not. His cock grew harder. Then he recalled how she had terrorized their family for over fifteen years. How she had sent his mother to county jail seven times, once for a whole year. His father was serving twenty years because of her. And now their former tormentor was helpless before him and his mighty cock.

“Out with the old Order,” Jason said, guiding his now rock hard cock up to her helpless pussy. He pushed through the fleshy folds of her bikini waxed cunt, pressing up against her vagina. It was enough to stir something deep within the sexy super heroine, for she began to moan and rouse. Then he thrust hard, “And IN with the new Order.”

“Uuuggghhh,” Ms Americana groaned.

“Oh, liked that, did you?” Jason said. He pulled back, and thrust even harder, driving even deeper, “Then take THAT, Ameri-HO.”

“Uuugghhh,” she groaned, stirring even more.

Jason watched with delight as her delicate, red gloved fingers clawed helpless at thin air. She started to strain weakly at her bonds, struggling to comprehend what was happening to her as her chloroform dazed mind struggled to consciousness.

He had half of his thick, eight inch dick inside his greatest enemy, and she was starting to become wet and slippery. So he started a slow pumping motion, slow in and slow out, to savor every second of ravaging her pristine sexuality. They knew her super strength came from her golden power belt, and that was fueled by built up sexual frustration. Each and every orgasm sucked her super strength away. Once she was sexually satiated, then she would be de-powered.

Soon, Jason was stroking away with his full eight inches. Ms Americana’s eyes fluttered open, going wide in shock and disbelief. The Abernathy boys laughed and taunted her while Jason continued to pump in and out of her twat.

Ms Americana awoke to find her belly afire with erotic pleasure, and a soul deep heat spreading throughout her shapely body. Her throat tightened and her heart hammered. Sweat was starting to bead and roll off her back and brow. Breathing was hard and loud through her nose, unable to get enough oxygen during sexual activity.

The sexy super heroine knew she couldn’t hold off long before a climax claimed her, and brought both satisfaction and extreme pleasure to her captors. And the thought of giving such intimate, very personal pleasure to such vile men, to woman hating, woman exploiting PIMPS disgusted her. It enraged her. Unfortunate, that rage only fueled her already roused libido, and pushed her closer to the edge.

<Great Liberty! How did it come to this?> she thought. <How did this happen? How did these two morons outwit me?>

Jason reached down and seized her long, black hair with one hand. He pulled her head painfully back, lifting her upper body off the cold, rough concrete. The added stimulation cost her terribly, battering at her weakening defenses.

“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned through the ball-gag.

Jason increased the speed of his pumping. She felt his cock swell a bit more, increasing the stimulation of her cunt and sex-starved psyche. He groaned in pleasure, starting to ram it home more frantically, more demandingly.

“Fuck you, bitch,” he growled. “I’m fucking you good.”

“Uuugghhhh,” she groaned, struggling to hold out just a little bit longer.

If only she could keep from climaxing before Jason, then she had a chance. Indeed, that would only go to increase her sexual frustration, amplifying her super strength. And the fools failed to remove her power belt while she was unconscious, so they either didn’t completely understand how it worked or just stupidly forgot about it. Either way, it would be her salvation if she could just fight off that rapidly approaching orgasm. Unfortunately, if she failed and climaxed then all her efforts to suppress the orgasm would only fuel it into becoming a more powerful, more decimating climax. Theoretically, she could lose all of her super strength with a single, all powerful climax.

That’s when Walter knelt before her and smiled demonically. Ms Americana locked eyes with him, with her baby blues growing wide with fear. She didn’t like the glint in his eyes. He was up to something. Did he know her weakness? Did that sleazy pimp realized her present vulnerability?

Just the fear of what he might do caused her defenses to drop slightly, and she felt a surge of physical pleasure rush through her body. The shapely beauty was at the very edge of control. The slightest slip in her concentration and she would lose the battle.

“Watching you get the shit fucked out of you is feast to my eyes, Ms Americana,” Walter sneered. Then his eyes dropped to her swaying, monster tits. His unholy gaze made her throat tighten even more. Jason was so close to climaxing, if only she held her body’s need to release at bay a bit longer…. “Nice tits.”

Walter reached beneath Ms Americana and seized a globular white tit in each hand and squeezed. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying hard to concentrate on not climaxing. But it was so hard, what with Jason increasing the rate of his pumping even more. Then Walter lifted up on her tits, weighing them and then caressing them through her thin red, white and blue bikini top.

“I’ve always wanted to see you topless,” Walter said. Her eyes popped open. He took the fastener between her 44DDs in hand. She gasped, shaking her head NO. An expert twist of his fingers, and the fastener came apart. “Let’s have a gander at your nipples.”

“Uuugghhhh,” she cried around the gag. He reached in and grasped both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and twisted them. “Mmmmmmm.”

That did it. Ms Americana felt her body pass that point of no return. The erotic heat turned instantly into that wild rush to climax. Unstoppable. Unavoidable.

“Mmmuuuuummmmmmmmm,” she cried, then it hit. The grandmother of all climaxes. “UUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Nnnnnmmmmmmmm!”

<Great Liberty! What have they done to me!> she thought, feeling super strength fading from her body.

“Whoa!” Jason cried. “She just came, dude! God Almighty, you gotta feel this. Her cunt is almost vibrating it is spasming and quivering so hard.” He pumped another time, then groaned. “Shiiitt, I’m cumming too.”

Walter palmed and squeezed her left tit, and started kneading the nipple of her right tit as she felt his younger brother’s hot seed spurting deep within her belly. It was too much, too soon. Ms Americana climaxed again.

“Mmmmmmmmmmggggggggghhhhhhhhh,” she moaned. It felt great. Heavenly. Nothing could compare to the feeling of orgasm. Ms Americana knew she could become accustomed to climaxing too easily. She could become addicted to that erotic high. So dangerous for her. So terribly wonderful and dangerous. And another climax blazed through her overheated and exhausted body. “Aaaaauuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhh!”

More super strength drained away. But she barely cared now. Ms Americana was becoming more delirious with need. She swiveled her hips, to give Jason better access, so he could drive in deeper. But he was finished, and slowly pulled out.

<What?> she thought, confused and dazed. Then, she remembered she didn’t want more stimulation, more sexual pleasure. Sex was bad. Sex was her enemy. Sex was her Achilles Heel. <Thank goodness. Great Liberty, that was close.>

Close indeed. Even in her dazed and confused state, Ms Americana could tell more than half of her super strength was gone. It could take days, weeks even, to recover that amount of sexual frustration. But she was naturally a horny woman, so every night bedtime was rough. Her sleep was filled with erotic dreams that only made her stronger.

“My turn,” Walter said.

<What?>

“I loosened her up for you, bro,” Jason said, breathless and sounding too smug and happy.

“No you didn’t,” Walter said as he moved up behind Ms Americana. “You only loosened up her pussy, but I’m a ass man myself, and her puckered asshole looks very enticing to me.”

“Yeah, it just shouts ‘fuck me,’” Jason said, laughing.

Panic stricken, Ms Americana shook her head NO frantically. She couldn’t take any more sexual stimulation. And she really couldn’t take being fucked so crudely like that. No man had ever violated the sanctity of her sphincter. That was strictly taboo.

Walter was prepared. He had dreamed of this night for years. The Abernathy Family pimp knew exactly what he wanted to do to the helpless heroine. He came prepared.

Pulling his erect cock out, he paused to study her a long moment. Besides having spectacular 44DD tits, she possessed the finest rump he’d ever seen. And he really was a butt man. Ms Americana’s hiney was firm and fleshy under flawless, silky white skin. Her engorged cunt lips glistened below her shapely rump, between her firm, milky upper thighs. He smiled when he noticed her twat quivering, with milky white cum slowly dribbling from it, and knowing his hated enemy was highly aroused. She wouldn’t be able to handle his assault.

Ms Americana felt him press the head of his cock against her sphincter. She clamped down, forbidding entrance. She was determined to deny him that pleasure. Her pussy was helpless and vulnerable, and easily accessed after Jason ravaged it. He could use her pussy, but never her asshole. Never there.

But Walter had other ideas, and came prepared. First, though, he lifted his right hand high, then brought it down hard.

CRACK!

“Hhmmmmmmm!” Ms Americana cried around the ball-gag, shocked and wild-eyed.

CRACK!

The hapless heroine began to struggle frantically, bucking and writhing. He smiled and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a tube of KY Jelly, he smeared a dollop over his cock’s head, and another across her puckered asshole.

CRACK! CRACK!

“Mmmmmmmm!” she screamed in pain and humiliation. Walter used that moment of distraction to “press his advantage.” In one smooth thrust, the pimp was four inches up her asshole. “Uuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“My God, I never knew victory could feel so damn good,” Walter crowed, enjoying the sensation of Ms Americana’s violated sphincter convulsing around his cock. He screwed up his face, and shoved deeper. The shapely super heroine beneath him groaned and writhed pathetically, inspiring him to push again. Soon, Ms Americana was snorting through her nose, wild-eyed, and drooling around the ball-gag. He had all nine inches of his cock shoved up her ass and a big shit-eating smile plastered across his face.

Ms Americana swallowed hard and groaned low in her throat. This was so unfair. Those cowardly pimps tricked her, and then tied her up so she couldn’t defend herself, much less defend her virtue and body. And now they were exploiting her body in the worst way imaginable, doing things to her she only dreamed about in sex starved nightmares. As bad as it was to be anal raped, it was somehow worse to be tied up so tightly, so insidiously. Normally, she’d be strong enough to break the rope they used, but they tied her up in such a way that she had no leverage. And now they were sucking her dry of super power by incessant, wicked sex. She wanted to scream, but they even denied her that by ball-gagging her.

Tugging at the ropes binding her wrists and arms, Ms Americana rose up on her knees, back arched, as Walter hammered her from behind. She tried to gyrate her shapely ass, to break his rhythm. But Walter adapted quickly and well, and seemed to rather enjoy her pathetic attempts to escape his “retribution.”

Suddenly, to her horror, Jason dropped down in front of her. They were about the same height, so she found herself face-to-face with the foul pimp. Jason began caressing and squeezing her 44DDs almost gently, lovingly. She tried to twist away, but she was too tightly sandwiched between the vile brothers. A sex sandwich, in which she was the meat of choice. Then Jason lowered his head and buried his face in her satiny cleavage.

“What great tits,” Jason murmured from deep within her cleavage.

Ms Americana groaned as he rubbed his ill-shaven face all over and between her magnificent mammaries. Walter continued to ram it home up her ass, his big hands hanging tightly to her well rounded hips, until they snaked forward and down to her pubic mound.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she groaned, her head rolling back as his left hand found her twat and spread open the engorged lips of her labia. Then his right hand moved in and quickly found her sensitive clitoris. “Uuugggghhhhhmmmmmmmm.”

“Oh, she liked that,” Jason laughed, then lifted her right tit and sucked in the hard, erect nipple.

“Uuummmmmmmmm.”

She felt that wonderful tingling sensation that infused her body suddenly change into the mad rush to climax. The two men seemed oblivious to her distress. Walter continued his relentless pounding of her sphincter, while Jason caressed, squeezed and sucked on her tits. It was just too much stimulation for her, a woman not used to any sexual stimulation.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!”

Her orgasm inspired the two brothers to intensify their erotic activities. She was beside herself. Her body was still burning up with sexual energy and desire, with all consuming need. It was so hard to fight it. So hard to keep a firm hand on her libido, which was now out of control.

<They are going to tame me,> she thought dismally, realizing she was rocking her hips in rhythm with Walter’s strokes to maximize both of their pleasure without even thinking about it. <How could I fall to such men? For the love of Liberty, please don’t let the Abernathy’s conquer me!>

The thought of being conquered was too much. Her distressed libido fired up again, and she felt the heat building up to climax again. And it would come faster this time. More devastating.

“I own you, Ms Ameri-sex slave,” Walter whispered in her ear. Ms Americana shuddered. “By the time we’re finished with you, you will be our obedient fuck toy, and very happy to obey, too.”

“Uuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhh,” she cried, another climax claiming her. Then Walter’s cum began spurting deep up her ass, and she climaxed again. “Mmmmmmm.”

“I think she’s de-powered now,” Jason said, smirking.

“I think you’re right, bro,” Walter said as she pulled his semi-erect, slimy cock out of her quivering asshole. “Get her in the van and we’ll get out of here.”

Ms Americana struggled in vain as Jason chloroformed her unconscious again. Sadly, there was little struggle this time. She was whipped emotionally and sexually, with little energy left to fight. Her long, shapely legs were tightly bound, and she was tossed into the van next to the platinum blonde the pimps captured earlier. And soon they were speeding out of the alley and heading home.

# # #

“Kneel,” Dame Sabrina barked.

The Japanese American beauty dropped to her knees immediately, without hesitation. The tall, blonde dominatrix paused to admire the way the submissive girl’s tits bounced as her knees crashed into the cold tiles. It was the only part of the captured beauty’s body that jiggled. She was as fit as they made them, through extensive martial arts and gym workouts. Her belly was all rock hard abs, her muscles smooth and strong.

The young Asian was a rare beauty. Indeed, she was stunning, with big brown eyes, full red lips, straight black hair like spun silk. There was nothing slim or petite about her body, this Asian girl was shapely, with superb tits with small brown nipples that popped erect with the slightest degree of sexual excitement. Dame Sabrina was very pleased with her newest toy.

Dame Sabrina was no slouch either. At forty-two, she looked early thirties, with bright blue eyes and flawless skin. Her hair was waist length and golden blonde. Her 38DD-24-36 body was sheathed in black bustier with red lacings and piping, black leather pants stuffed into thigh boots and spiked collar around her slender neck. The leather all gleamed like oiled latex.

“Good girl, Angel,” Dame Sabrina said. Angel knelt before her mistress in nothing but azure thigh boots, studded dog collar, and wide black leather ankle and wrist cuffs. “Now, drop to all fours and crawl to me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Angel whispered worshipfully. Dame Sabrina felt her own twat start to tingle and moisten when Angel slowly licked her upper lip, exposing the underside of her tongue in unconscious body language that said she was interested, very interested. Then, Asian beauty swept her long black hair back over her shoulders, exposing the underside of her wrists as well. <This bitch is horny as hell,> she thought. Then Angel breathlessly said, “Your every wish is my deepest desire.”

“Yes, I know,” Dame Sabrina said, enjoying the sensuous way Angel glided into the new position, then began to crawl with catlike grace towards her. Animal hunger consumed the beautiful Asian exchange student’s beauty’s facial features. The nipples on her generous, swaying tits were hard and erect. As she crawled, the dominatrix noted her silky, bare upper thighs rubbed together harder than necessary. “Your training is progressing well, my pet. And to think I almost sold you to white slavers, fearing you would be difficult to train properly.”

“It pleases me greatly, Mistress, to know anything I do brings you pleasure,” Angel purred prettily.

“Hello, Mother,” Walter said as he entered their training room.

Dame Sabrina glanced up at her son and regarded him coolly.

“Is Jason with you?” she asked levelly, but her bright blue eyes burned into him. He could only nod, since his throat instantly tightened up at seeing his mother so angry. “Where have you been?”

“Picking up your Mother’s Day present,” he said hopefully.

The gorgeous blonde’s perfectly plucked left brow rose quizzically.

“Let’s see it,” she said. Then she smiled down at her favorite slave girl and prostitute. “Angel, so kneel in the corner facing the wall. And don’t you dare look or speak while I’m having a family moment.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, kissing Dame Sabrina’s right boot and crawling with catlike sensuality to the designated corner. “Is she gorgeous? I’ve so enjoyed training her. Super heroines are quite responsive to the whip, in fact. I’ve had two other during my career. The first was Moon Maiden. Delicious. Delightful. Then your father captured Liberty Girl, Ms Americana’s first protégé.” She scowled a moment. “Ms Ameri-cunt tracked your father down, and I barely had time to sell the sweet morsel, before she came for me. Your father’s still in prison, and I spent a year in jail.”

“I know, Mother,” he said, secretly delighted she’d brought up Ms Americana like that. Vengeance was boiling within her now. “In fact…”

“In fact,” she interrupted, “You and your bother vanished AGAIN last night and left the business for your sister and I to run, and we have clients to service, too.” She gave him a withering look, then glanced at the Asian beauty in the corner. “Your sister is a treasure. She captured Azure Angel over there, and gave her to me for my birthday last month. And what a joy Angel has been to train, too.”

“And that brings us back to your Mother’s Day gift,” Walter said. He slanted a dark look at the back of the slave in the corner. “Azure Angel is completely and superbly trained now, so we wanted to give you another, even sweeter challenge.”

Suddenly Dame Sabrina’s interest was piqued. The five eight blonde beauty looked at her son with renewed interest. How could he possibly top Vanessa’s gift?

“Let’s see it,” she said. She sat in the room’s lone chair and crossed her gleaming black leather sheathed legs.

“Actually,” he said, suddenly hesitating and looking like the cat that ate the canary, “It’s going to be two gifts you’ll just LOVE. We were after the first and lucked upon the second.”

Walter gave his sexy mother a secret smile, then walked out of the room. Dame Sabrina waited impatiently, her right foot bouncing with pent up energy. Moments later Walter returned, holding a leash with a treacherous former student and employee collared at the other end. The platinum blonde’s sky blue eyes widened in abject terror upon spotting her former mentor and now mortal enemy. Her full pink lips were stretched wide by a red ball-gag, her hands were tied behind her back and her tight blue jeans had been removed, leaving her in red “fuck me” pumps, lacy red thong and a extremely tight t-shirt sheathing her 38DD silicone tits with the words: Got Milk?

“Oh yes! Yes! Brandi Lane, at long last!” Dame Sabrina cried, leaping to her feet. The terror struck platinum blonde fell to her knees, face drenched in tears. “Oh, it’s going to be so much FUN breaking you! You stinking traitor. I’ll teach you to reject me and then steal half of my best, richest clients.”

“You like?” Walter asked hopefully. “Better than when Vanessa gave you Azure Angel?”

“I would say equal to Vanessa’s gift,” she said. Her youngest child and only daughter, Vanessa, and her two older boys were constantly trying to outshine each other. Considering the boys always teamed up against the daughter, it was amazing the daughter won ninety-nine percent of the time. Mostly because the boys were arrogant jerks with the brains of a horse. “There is a certain…I don’t know, sense of satisfaction, breaking and training a super heroine. But on the other hand, my hate for this woman is second only to my hate of Ms Americana.” She looked down at the sobbing, ball-gagged rival dominatrix with wicked relish. Then she glanced around. “Where’s Jason? Wasn’t he with you?”

“Of course. Remember, I said it was a two part gift. We were after the next gift, but lucked across sweet, dear Brandi all alone and snatched her up for you,” Walter said. “The main gift is coming now. Jason!”

Dame Sabrina was intrigued. How could they possibly top delivering her most hated rival in the sex business? Then Jason entered, grinning like she’d never seen him grin before. He KNEW he did something she would approval of. He too was carrying a leash, but struggling because his prize was fighting all the way. And then SHE was half dragged into the room.

“Sweet Jesus!” Dame Sabrina cried, dropping to her knees in shock and joy. “I can’t BELIEVE you captured Ms Americana! The Ms Americana! The woman who stole my beloved husband from me.”

Ms Americana was wild eyed behind tousled black hair as they forced her to kneel beside Brandi. She was shaking her head NO so vehemently it was flying about her head in a silky black cloud. Her massive chest was heaving, knees bent and leaning back into the collar. Her red, white and blue, stars and stripes bikini was in disarray, and she could well guess why. It warmed her heart to know her two beloved sons RAPED that arrogant, self-righteous Ms Americana. She deserved it! In spades!

Letting Walter help her to her stiletto heeled feet, Dame Sabrina thanked her sons profusely, telling them in no uncertain terms how much she loved their Mother’s Day gifts. Ms Americana alone far outshined anything Vanessa ever gave her. They basked exultant in her praise.

“Now, boys, I have to ask you to step back and give me room,” Dame Sabrina said, unable to take her eyes off Ms Americana. “I have two old friends to get reacquainted with, and then BREAK.”

“You betcha, Mother,” they said and retired on a corner to watch the fun.

“Azure Angel! To me. Now!”

Azure Angel leapt to her feet and raced to her mistress. Ms Americana stopped struggling within her bonds to gawk. Was that beautiful Asian girl really Azure Angel? Since she’d never even tried to learn her secret identity, so had no way of knowing what she looked like, Ms Americana could only assume Dame Sabrina was not lying and Azure Angel was kneeling at the evil dominatrix’s feet. Besides, no one had seen that particular accident prone super heroine in at least a month.

“I dropped my riding crop, Angel. Pick it up and give it to me,” Dame Sabrina said casually, never taking her bright blue eyes off Ms Americana. Azure Angel crawled the short distance to the crop, picked it up with her teeth and quickly returned to her mistress. “Excellent. You are indeed my brightest student, Angel.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

It was Azure Angel. Ms Americana would never forget that voice.

“Okay, my pretty pretties, I want you both to lean down and press your giant tits hard into the floor, ass high in the air,” Dame Sabrina commanded. Brandi, wild eyed, obeyed immediately, her desperation to please painfully obvious in her every action now. The former dominatrix and protégé of Dame Sabrina’s knew how the cow ate the cabbage. She knew who the boss was now. Ms Americana still needed to be persuaded, still didn’t believe she could fall so low. “Excellent, Brandi. You may do well with minimal punishment. Ms Americana, naughty girl that she is, is very disobedient and will pay dearly for it, too.”

“Uuhhnn mmuunngh…..uuuuummmmmmm!” Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing defiantly. “Aagghhnnnooommm!”

“What? I don’t understand a word you are saying,” Dame Sabrina said, smiling quite smugly. “But, in case you are inquiring on what I require of my sex slaves, and what the punishment is for disobedience, then rest assured, you are about to find out. Oh, how you are going to learn the futility and pain of disobedience.”

Dame Sabrina walked over to Brandi. The platinum blonde beauty was trembling violently, her shapely white rump jutting high above her head.

“So, Brandi, did you enjoy betraying me?” she lifted her riding crop high, and brought it down with all of her strength.

CRACK!

“Aaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!”

“Did you LAUGH about stealing so many of my most lucrative clients?”

CRACK! CRACK!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Well, you won’t enjoy tonight,” Dame Sabrina said, bending over her sobbing slave. “But I will.”

CRACK!

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!”

Dame Sabrina stopped to admire the angry, red welts rising up on Brandi’s shapely white rump. Four welts, crisscrossing each other. It looked painful. The way her body shock and trembled, and the puddle of hot tears beneath her beautiful face, said Brandi thought they were painful as well. When she slanted an amused look at Ms Americana, she found the statuesque super heroine was aghast and horrified by what she witnessed. And was that a taint of fear, of realization that her defiance might not have been the best path to take?

“Angel, please strip Brandi,” Dame Sabrina said casually, with a gentle smile on her beautiful face. “Her clothes won’t be needed. Cut them off and give them to my sons. Then fetch the digital camera and start taking lots and lots of sex-licous pictures. Boys, I want you to burn all of her clothes, and hide the ashes. Leave no evidence, but you know that, don’t you.”

“Of course, Mother,” Walter said, sounding supremely pleased with himself.

And well he should.

“The Abernathy’s haven’t been so successful in white slave trading without anyone suspecting us without being thorough,” Jason said, making his mother proud.

Azure Angel, nude expect for her boots and collar, returned with an expensive looking digital camera. Ms Americana recognized it. She had the same one for holidays. It took incredible stills, and even video. Somehow, she suspected Dame Sabrina kept the biggest and best memory card in it. With more ready to use if needed.

Ms Americana suspected that before the night was through, Azure Angel would fill up many memory cards.

“They’re good boys, don’t you think, Ms Americana?” she asked, walking over to stand before the bound buxom beauty.

Ms Americana, as expected, shook her head emphatically, eyes angry.

“Boys, a little help here, please,” Dame Sabrina said. They rushed over, tossing Brandi’s sliced up clothes against the wall. “Good boys. Now lift her to her feet.”

Azure Angel began taking many pictures of Brandi’s striped rump and teary face. Dame Sabrina waited, smiling. Then when she had enough of Brandi’s punishment, she directed Azure Angel to Ms Americana, whereupon the sexy, raven maned slave walked around Ms Americana taking many pictures from every angle, and some included all the people involved in wide shots.

“Excellent, my kinky little angel,” Dame Sabrina said. “Keep up the good work. Now, Ms Americana, back to you.” She smiled smugly. “I am going to strip you slowly for the camera. You can struggle, but if you kick me or my boys…”

Her riding crop swung around and smacked her across both monster tits, and right across both nipples as well.

Swack!

“Uuuuuuggggggggghhhhhh! Ugh! Ugh! Ummmmm,” Ms Americana cried, struggling with mind boggling pain radiating through her tender body parts. She could not believe the pain. “Uuughh.”

“That’s just a demonstration. I didn’t put my back into it,” Dame Sabrina said. She pointed to Brandi’s red striped butt cheeks with the crop. “I will strike your NAKED tits ten times, like did hit Brandi’s ass, each time you so much as try to kick at me. If you actually connect with a kick….well, I shudder to think of it.” She smiled sweetly at her most hated enemy. “Understand?”

Ms Americana glanced down at Brandi’s rump again, felt her throat tighten so much she could barely breathe. And nodded understanding with a sinking heart.

Dame Sabrina stepped up close. For a second they were toe to toe, 44DDs to 38DDs. Then she looked down into the sexy super heroine’s deep cavern of cleavage, smiling about how those tits would drive men STUPID with lust and need, and letting Ms Americana earn a lot of money off gullible johns. Of course, all of that money would be hers. Ms Americana would get nothing but a sore ass hole and twat.

“Nice tits,” Dame Sabrina said, her finger tracing the top of Ms Americana’s red, white and blue, stars and stripes top. It was a different top than last time they came face to face, being strapless with a border of gold along the top. When she unfastened the clasp between her titanic tits, her globular white tits practically jump at her and the top fell to the floor. “Oopsie! Did I do that? For shame.”

Her sons laughed while Azure Angel took pictures. Ms Americana just groaned and closed her eyes in humiliation. So she took hold of the helpless heroine’s bikini bottoms, one hand at each hip, then slowly pulled the skimpy French cut bottoms down mile long, shapely legs.

“Step out.”

Ms Americana hesitated a bare second, then stepped out of her clothes. Each step was pure unadulterated humiliation. For one, she was cooperating with her captors in stripping her. For another, she was shamed by her stark fear.

“You have her power belt?”

“Yes, Mother,” Jason said. “I locked it in the safe.”

“Excellent,” she said, returning to Ms Americana. “Remove her gag.”

Ms Americana almost sighed with relief when the gag was pulled out.

“Ack! Ack!” she convulsed with her gag reflex unleashed. Finally. “You will all pay dearly...ack…if you don’t release me and that poor girl, Brandi, immediately.”

Ignoring the sexy super heroine’s words, “Did you enjoy it when my good boys raped you?”

“No! They violated me when I was vulnerable, helpless! What kind of mother would be proud of her son’s being white slaving rapist?”

“Yes she did, Mother. She came about twenty times,” Jason said.

“Yep, we fucked her into a sexually satisfied stupor,” Walter said. “Like you always told us, super heroines are just whores in denial, waiting for the right man or woman to show them their true nature.”

“Good, you were paying attention when I said that,” Dame Sabrina said, giving Ms Americana a motherly pleased look. “Who said home schooling wasn’t any good?”

“Angel, be an angel and fetch my strap-on,” Dame Sabrina said, enjoying the way Ms Americana’s body stiffened and her baby blues grew wide. “Boys, remove her gloves and handcuff her wrists behind her back for me.”

They did as commanded, and then Ms Americana was forced back to her knees. Dame Sabrina let Azure Angel buckle the strap-on around her waist and well rounded hips. Then she leaned forward and slapped the eight inch dildo back and forth across the stunned super heroine’s beautiful slack-jawed face.

For her part, Ms Americana grew grim. Her body was already changing, growing aroused and ready. She felt her juices flowing and just knew they would proclaim that proof she was a wanton whore in denial.

“Lick it, Ameri-SLAVE,” she commanded imperiously.

“No,” Ms Americana said, turning her face.

Dame Sabrina didn’t hesitate. She gave a brief nod and both of her sons seized the troublesome super heroine and forced her to arch her back damatically, and pulled her shoulders back painfully. Then she sharply sucked in her breath, realizing what Dame Sabrina was going to do to her.

“Great Liberty, no!”

And the riding crop came down across the top of her 44DDs, setting them all aquiver.

CRACK!

“Yyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooowwwwww!”

“Never! EVER!”

CRACK!

“Yyyeeeeeeeooooooooowwwww!”

“Defy me again!”

CRACK!

“Yee-yee-yeeeooooooooowwwwwww! M-mercy!”

“Understand?”

“YES!” she cried at the top of her lungs before that vicious riding crop could come down again. “YES! YES! YES! I understand, Mistress! I understand!”

“Did you hear that, boys? She called me ‘Mistress’ without being asked,” Dame Sabrina said, well pleased with how it was progressing. “Did I not tell you? The more powerful the woman, the greater the need to submit and be dominated.”

“And who is more powerful than Ms Americana?” Walter said. He watched her sobbing on her knees between him and his brother. So beautiful and vulnerable right then. “Makes sense she has a deep need to be dominated and abused.”

“Exactly.”

“And by enslaving her, abusing her sexually and forcing her to whore for us, we are in truth setting Ms Americana, the REAL Ms Americana deep down, free to be her true self,” Jason said.

“My you did pay attention in class,” she said. “I’m so proud of you right now.”

Dame Sabrina walked around behind Ms Americana. The trembling super heroine followed her with her ears, dreading the moment she stopped walking.

“We’re going to do something really fun, Ameri-slave,” she said, kneeling behind the super heroine. She reached down, around and fondled the captured heroine’s cunt, quickly pulling open the fleshy folds. “My Lord, I haven’t felt anyone this WET since LIBERTY GIRL pissed herself the first time I shove this strap-on up her poop chute.”

They laughed while Ms Americana groaned in humiliation and misery. Dame Sabrina also started rubbing the hard rubber dildo all over her dripping cunt. Her body was flaming hot, ready to begin. Even eager to begin, to her further shame. Somehow, as impossible as it HAD to be, Dame Sabrina’s words about strong women needing, desiring to be dominated appeared to be true. At least for her.

<Consensual sex was NEVER anywhere close to this good,> she thought. <Otherwise, I might not have chosen to be a super heroine.>

“This time, Ameri-whore slave, I’m going to break you,” Dame Tabitha bragged. “When you recover, you will be mine, body and soul. Bank on it.”

And she slammed that dildo in to the hilt.

“Uuuggghhhhhooowww!”

Ms Americana bite her lower lip as pure pleasure exploded deep in her belly, and radiated out. It sucked her breath away, leaving her feeling weak and helpless, so vulnerable. And she kinda liked it.

“Please. Mercy!” she cried as Dame Sabrina started a slow, sensual pumping motion, holding her enslaved super heroine’s well rounded hips. “I’m an icon of truth, justice and all that’s good about women. Young women worship and adore me. What will they do, what will they think if you so thoroughly destroy and debauch me?”

Ms Americana had no doubt Dame Sabrina and the Abernathy Family would ensure word leaked out that the legendary Queen of Justice was reduced to common prostitute. Indeed, now that she thought of it, she was sure they would quick ensure the world knew and probably even provide still pictures and video to prove it.

“If we’re all lucky, maybe they’ll just give up and surrender their bodies to men like us,” Walter said, chuckling darkly.

“Or, maybe they’ll just want to be skanky whores and fuck every guy that asks in High School and beyond,” Jason said. “That’d be cool.”

“Jason, untie Brandi and bring her over here.”

Ms Americana felt her inner, erotic heat intensify as she thought what her mistress might have planned for her and Brandi. The kinky possibilities were mind-blowing, and extremely arousing. She so needed to message her own clit.

As commanded, Brandi was delivered. She was frightened, but aroused. Ms Americana saw her large pink nipples were hard as rocks and her shaven cunt was dripping. She was forced to her knees before Ms Americana, whose mouth went dry.

“Brandi, start kissing and fondling Ms Americana. Help me break her,” Dame Sabrina commanded.

“Yes, Mistress!” she cried enthusiastically. Then she gave Ms Americana a disgusted, hateful look. “I will be glad to help debauch HER.”

“I thought you would.”

Ms Americana was appalled. She risked everything, and lost, for that young woman, and Brandi still despised her.

Brandi took Ms Americana’s face into her exquisitely manicured hands. Her beautiful eyes half closed and her full pink lips parted as her head tilted. Ms Americana also closed her eyes and parted her lips, accepting the enslaved dominatrix’s kiss without protest.

“Mmmmmm,” Ms Americana groaned in deep pleasure. Two tongues dove into each other’s mouths, taunting and toying. Then the kiss suddenly became something more, as passion flared in two heaving breasts and then enjoyed the feel of that sexy lipstick kiss. “Uuummmmmnnnn. Oh yes.”

“Holy crap, Ms Americana is a lesbian!” Jason cried. “That’s so hot.”

As they kissed, Brandi’s hands dropped lower, to cup her 44DDs. Ms Americana groaned, enjoying the soft, delicate hands on her breasts, kneading and caressing, squeezing and pulling. Every stroke stoked the vivacious vigilante’s libido and ardor. Ms Americana moaned and groaned, and writhed sensuously.

Brandi, without prompting, just curiosity, reached up and pulled off Ms Americana’s mask. It was the most profound blow to her psyche yet. All she could do was gasp wide eyed.

“Brenda Wade!” Azure Angel cried, shocked.

“It just keeps getting better and better,” Dame Sabrina said, exultant.

Meanwhile, Dame Sabrina’s relentless pounding of her quivering pussy was sucking the breath out of the vanquished vixen. Very quickly, she had Ms Americana panting through her nose as she kissed and tongued Brandi. Ms Americana knew she stood at the precipice of another climax. Up to that moment, she was fighting it.

<Why?> she thought, as her mistress strap-on fucked her pussy from behind and another slave kissed and fondled her like she’d never known. She couldn’t think of a reason why. Defiance was gone. Pride and arrogance, gone. <I’m Dame Sabrina’s fuck toy, and about to become a working brothel whore.>

Ms Americana stopped resisting. The transformation was sudden and profound. Her libido exploded, super heated. She felt her body round that corner and start that exhilarating rush to climax. Her back arched and her head rolled back.

“She’s cumming, Mistress,” Brandi said, a twinkle in her sky blue eyes.

Then Brandi sucking in a hypersensitive nipple and sucked hard.

“Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” Ms Americana cried at the top of her lungs. “Great Liberty, that….was the best….Oh! I’m cummmmmmmm-eeeeeeeeeoooooooooowwwwww!”

“I think she’s given up the fight, boys,” Dame Sabrina laughed, Ms Americana’s trembling body leaning heavily back against her.

“Great Liberty,” she said. She gasped and panted a second, eyes wide in disbelief. “I’ve been tamed!”

“Say it again,” Dame Sabrina commanded, still pounding away at her pussy.

“I’ve been tamed, Mistress. I’ve been tamed, and I don’t care,” she said. “It was GLORIOUS!”

“Excellent, welcome to the erotic world of porn and prostitution,” Dame Sabrina said.

“Porn?”

“Of course, hasn’t Angel been taking pictures? In fact, she video taped your final conquest and conversion to the dark side. It’ll all be posted on the internet and sold to porn magazines by tomorrow,” she said.

“Oh.” She thought about that a moment. “Whatever you want, Mistress. I am yours.”

“So, I guess your plans to clean up Sugar Town is called off?” Walter laughed.

“Yes, Master.”

“Then let’s start training her right!” Dame Sabrina cried.

After that pronouncement, the former Queen of Justice spent the next four hours servicing Dame Sabrina, her sons, Brandi and the former Azure Angel in their most erotic, darkest desires. They had her in every orifice of her shapely, responsive body, twice each.

That evening, Brenda wearing her Ms Americana boots and bikini, started working the main parlor. She was an immediate hit, and the clear favorite of that night, and every night after that. And she ended up having an exceptionally lucrative career in prostitution, porno videos, still layouts and movies.

And of course, Dame Sabrina took over Wade Industries, Wade Manor and everything Brenda Wade owned or loved. Up to and including her delicious protégé and ward -- Flag Girl.

But that is a different story.

THE END