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Ms Americana, Flag Girl and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I don't know who came up with Santa Claus, but I'm glad they did.

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MS AMERICANA: NICE AND NAUGHTY

By Dark One

Santa Claus reined in the reindeer and sighed gustily. This year was especially strenuous. He pulled his watch and grimaced.

"Lordie Lordie, so behind schedule," he said and frowned. "Delta City always slows me down, darn it."

Shrugging, he collected the needed gifts and stuffed them into a red cloth bag. Then he heaved his bulk out of the sleigh and made for the main chimney. He struggled up atop it. Smiling, he sprinkled a bit of Christmas Magic dust and was sucked immediately into the chimney and deposited in the main living room below. Well, more than a living room, it was a Great Hall.

Wade Manor didn't have a "living room."

"Oh, nice tree," he said. "Much better than last year."

Much better meant it was actually decorated by the inhabitants of the house. He could "see" such things. No fooling Ole Saint Nick. Last year's tree has been professionally decorated. He frowned at the memory.

"Halt!" an authoritive woman's voice demanded. "Who goes there?"

"Yes, who goes there?" a younger female voice said.

Santa Claus stopped and rolled his eyes. He glanced at his watch as two scantily clad women strode towards him. Both wore red, white and blue super heroine costumes. Very distinctive, in fact.

"Merry Christmas Ms Americana," Santa Claus said. Then he smiled at Flag Girl, "And a very Merry Christmas to you, too, my dear."

"Yeah yeah, Merry Christmas me this, you old bugger," Ms Americana said, baby blues narrowing. "How do we know you are the REAL Santa Claus?"

"And not some clever cat burglar?" Flag Girl piped in on qué.

"Please, I'm way behind schedule this year," Santa Claus groaned. "Can't we forsake with the play acting for once and get to the nitty gritty?"

Both women were taken aback. They shuffled their feet and looked embarrassed.

"I-I thought you enjoyed…you know, enjoyed our little Christmas game," Ms Americana said in a little girl's voice, all sweetness and hurt.

Pouting prettily, Flag Girl said, "Is it something we did? Were we just too bad this year? I tried to be a good girl, but all those naughty criminals wouldn't stay out of my panties."

"Yes," Ms Americana said. "We really did TRY to be good girls. But like Lydia said, those nasty miscreants kept capturing us, and making us do really naughty bad things."

"Kinky stuff," Flag Girl piped in. "Nasty, sleazy stuff."

Santa nodded understanding, oozing sympathy and loving support.

"Tell me all about it, Sweethearts," he said.

"Well, in January," Ms Americana began timidly. "I was captured by Esha. Chloroformed, and God how that makes me horny. I'm so ashamed, but back to the story. Esha, a very naughty girl, I might add, used this ENORMOUS strap-on dildo on me, making me climax TWELVE times. Only Lady Midnight's timely arrival saved me from being unmasked and sold into white slavery."

"And in January, I was…uh…compromised twice," Flag Girl said, shamefaced. "First, on New Years Eve night, right after midnight, I got drunk and made out with anyone who wanted me. I think I ended up getting banged by seven guys and three women. Then two weeks later, on my very first night out again as Flag Girl, I tripped while fighting a pimp. He fucked me totally stupid, coming sooo close to taming me, but fortunately Ms Americana arrived to save the day."

"Aw, poor thing, it must've been terrible," Santa said, all soothing voice and concerned expression. His cock started to get a bit hard.

"It was," she said, nodding eagerly. "Honest."

"February was the absolute worst month for both of us," Ms Americana said, grinning sheepishly. "We got cocky with some streetwalkers, and didn't hear the pimps sneaking up behind us."

"That was February second," Flag Girl said.

"Ten at night," Ms Americana said. She swallowed hard and continued. "Well, after four hours of incredible sex, we were tamed and eager to please our new masters. We prostituted ourselves until four in the morning, and then for the next three weeks."

"Azure Angel, of all people, rescued us," Flag Girl said miserably, face crimson. "I thought I was gonna DIE."

"Oh, yes," Ms Americana said, head hanging in shame. "We couldn't show our faces until the middle of April."

"And got waylaid our first night back by King Pimp," Flag Girl said. "We weren't even hassling him. He just saw us and took a chance."

"The degenerate dropped a bottle of chloroform from three stories up, shattering it at our feet," Ms Americana said. "The fumes weakened us, and King Pimp and his goons jumped on us. Whipped our sweet round asses good, right there in front ever the WORLD."

"Then they put us to work in The Palace," Flag Girl said.

Santa waited a long minutes, impatiently waiting for them to continue.

"Well? How did you escape?"

They shared a pained look.

"We didn't. He unmasked us," Ms Americana said. "We are both high priced call girls for him now, after spending six weeks in The Palace 'learning the ropes.'"

"He only works us two, maybe three nights a week," Flag Girl said.

"With an occasional party thrown in, or a nooner," Ms Americana added. "Mostly, I pay him a million a month and he leaves us alone. Of course, we have to leave him and his friends alone too."

"Ooo, still hooking part time, I see," Santa said, frowning. "Very naughty. Continue."

"Okay, let's see, that got us through June," Ms Americana said. "Then there was the Fourth of July incident, where we were car chasing a pair of cat burglars and Green Spectre and Spectre Girl were car chasing some hoodlums, and we kinda crashed into each other."

"We were all four knocked out," Flag Girl said, wide eyed. "And woke up just as the miscreants we'd been chasing finished tying us all up. And we were naked."

"Thank the Goddess they didn't recognize us, since they did unmask us," Ms Americana said. "But I guess we can't expect the unwashed masses to keep up with the rich and famous. Anyway, they of course fucked us dumber than rocks, then tied us up in compromising position before calling the paparazzi. Thankfully as super heroines we all excel at escaping from ropes. We barely had time to find and put on our masks before the photographers arrived. We had nothing else on."

"Um," Santa said. "That explains all the activity on the internet porn sites."

"Yes," Flag Girl said, grimacing. "Then there was August. Very bad."

"Yeah, that damned Esha again," Ms Americana said, hands clenching into fists. "She laid a trap for us. Got us without a fight, I'm ashamed to say. She strapped us into fucking machines and left us. It was three days before the vacationing homeowners returned to find us in their living room, and all their possessions missing."

"Utterly humiliating," Flag Girl said.

"Then a week later, we busted a really nasty pimp," Ms Americana said. "Unfortunately, he was a friend of King Pimp. So King Pimp forced us to submit to his will, and prostitute ourselves for him on the mean streets of Sugar Town."

The super sexy duo were silent a long moment, caught up in their own thoughts. Santa noticed both women had erect nipples and their panties looked soaked. Flag Girl started rubbing her thighs together in that certain way that spoke volumes

"How long did you prostitute yourselves like common streetwalkers?"

"All through September and October," Ms Americana said. "On Halloween, King Pimp reclaimed us. So he paraded us around at the annual Monster Ball, and let anyone and everyone have their way with us."

"It was a LONG night," Flag Girl said. "I couldn't put my knees together for a week."

"It made a twenty man gang bang look like heavy petting," Ms Americana said. "I handled it a bit better than Flag Girl."

"Obviously," Santa said. "Was November any better?"

"No."

"Just no? Nothing more?"

"Great Liberty, okay," Ms Americana said. "I spent three to five days a week hounding King Pimp for sex or work. I was THAT horny." She hung her head low, shaking it woefully. "I actually had myself hogtied, placed on a silver platter and DELIVERED to King Pimp on Thanksgiving Day."

"Oh, that must've been interesting."

"Very…got fucked almost as long and hard as the Monster Ball."

"And you?" Santa asked Flag Girl.

"I-I-I spent the month seducing my sorority sisters. Every last one of them, and about half of their boyfriends."

"Ooo, very naughty. Both of you," Santa said, shaking his head. "Now, what about the holiest month of the year? The happiest month. December."

"Well, not counting all the regular call girl jobs, and the special holiday season party whoring jobs…oh and about ten bachelor parties between the two of us…we got CAUGHT by miscreants and criminals three times," Ms Americana said. "They, of course, raped us. Duh, who wouldn't?"

"Well, yes, duh," Santa said. "What happened?"

"Stupid shit," Flag Girl spat, blue eyes flashing.

"Yep, clumsiness and accidents," she said. "The usual -- slipping on wet floors while chasing someone, tripping down stairs, etc…"

"You know, because of the stiletto heels and all," Flag Girl said, shrugging.

"Wow, that was a LOT," Santa said. "I don't think you've ever had that bad of a year before."

<Almost as bad as Solar Woman's year,> he thought.

"Anything else I should know before I make my decision?"

They shared a look.

"Well, King Pimp is upstairs in my bed," Ms Americana said. "I was sucking him when you arrived. He's waiting for me now."

"And his girlfriend, Bethany Beavers, is up in my bed," Flag Girl said. "And two other pimps from The Palace."

"Oooh, bad," Santa said. He shook his head woefully as the two super heroines watched him with nervous eyes, biting full red lips and wring their gloved hands. "I know you are both basically nice girls, but being super heroines always leads to naughty behavior."

"We'll do anything to atone for our sins, Santa," Ms Americana said.

"Anything," Flag Girl said, voice all sexy breathy. She leaned forward, giving him a clear look down into her deep cleavage. "Anything at all."

"Just tell us what to do, Santa," Ms Americana said, also leaning forward.

Both women were at the edge of their seats, panting and watching him expectantly. Every year it was the same. So many super heroines too caught up in being HEROINES, and too loved and adored by millions to see how they were destroying their lives. Barefoot, pregnant and in the kitchen isn't good enough for them. They needed the crowds and the excitement, the DANGER. And they all secretly LOVED the wicked, nasty sex, and the nastier the better.

"Like I said, you are both good girls at heart," he said, bringing smiles of delight to their beautiful faces. As usual, he wished they didn't wear the masks. About once every five years Ms Americana challenged him as Brenda, and he liked it better then. This was only the second Christmas for Flag Girl. Maybe next year they would come down and Brenda and Lydia, showing off their drop dead gorgeous faces as God intended. Then he reached into his sack and pulled out a large, red and green painted paddle. "But you've been very bad this year. Almost crack whore bad."

"Oooh, no," Flag Girl said. "I'll be better next year."

"As King Pimp's blackmailed whore?"

"Oh."

"I'm working on a deal to pay him off once and for all," Ms Americana said hopefully. She stood up and turned around, then leaned over the chair expectantly. "I'll try to give up my life of prostitution."

"It's kind of addictive, isn't it?" Santa said.

"Yes," they both said in unison.

Flag Girl moved into the spanking position as well.

"It's good you are so willing to accept punishment," Santa said, studying their firm, round white rumps. So smooth and unmarked. No hint of cellulite, just firm muscle and silky skin stretched over it. Not too skinny, not too fat. Perfect hineys. "Now, to administer punishment for your past sins."

Santa walked up behind Ms Americana first. He rubbed that sweet round rump with his hand a long moment. Then gently caressed it with the paddle, enjoying the way she sucked in her breath, then began gnawing on her lower lip as she looked over her shoulder nervously. Pussy juices were dribbling down her inner thighs she was so aroused, her nipples threatening to rip out of her top they were so hard and he was surprised she hadn't fainted from panting so hard.

Santa swung the paddle as he spoke.

"For the Father…" CRACK!..."the son……" CRACK!..."and the holy ghost……" CRACK!..."I forgive thee……" CRACK!..." Santa said. "Now, Merry Christmas……" CRACK!..."and Happy New Year……" CRACK!..."and for Christ's sake be GOOD GIRLS next year for once."

He repeated it with Flag Girl. Neither one broke her position after the spanking, though. So they wanted the whole treatment again. He wasn't surprised, they always did. All super heroines wanted it all. So he walked up behind Ms Americana and pulled out his best present, a twelve inch long dong.

"Oooooo, Merry Christmas," Ms Americana cried as he drove that super sized cock home, deep inside her pussy. He reached around her and grabbed her 44DDs, and went to town. He enjoyed them thoroughly. And it felt divine. She didn't even try to hold her orgasm back, because she knew he was in a hurry. Within a few minutes she felt her body change in that most delightful way, and felt the climax burst out of her. "Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Santa came at the same time. That was part of his Christmas Magic.

He pulled out and Ms Americana dropped to her knees before him and eagerly licked and sucked him clean, if not exactly dry. Then he moved up behind Flag Girl, waited for the Christmas Magic to manifest, which it did within seconds, and he was rock hard again.

Santa grabbed both pigtails, one over each ear, and pulled the sexy super heroine backwards onto his cock. She gasped and groaned as she felt his monster cock pushed deeply into her pert young body.

"Oh YES," Flag Girl cried.

Santa grabbed a handful of 36D with his left hand, and seized her chin with the other as he continued to fuck her stupid. Her back arched and her belly quivered, and she exploded just thirty seconds after he mounted her.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee!"

"Good girl. Santa like," he said, pulling her back against his chest, her supple young body arched around his big belly. He kissed her neck as he fondled her tits, then he twisted her face around to kiss her full on the lips, tongue and all. She responded superbly, as always. She climaxed three more times before Santa did, but when he shot his wad she had a monster climax. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Once again, Flag Girl dropped to her knees and quickly sucked and licked his cock and balls meticulously clean. Just like her mentor before her did.

"Okay, now, you girls are going to give up this nasty prostitution business this year," he said, tucking his now limp cock back into his pants. "The sooner the better."

"And if we can't…?" Ms Americana said, watching him nervously.

"Then I will be forced to give you each an extra lick of the paddle next year, for each month you work as hookers."

That brought a lusty gleam to both of their blue eyes.

"I should spank you again for that look of carnal delight in your lovely eyes right now, but I'm running late. Gotta go," he said. "Merry Christmas. Tell Bethany no spanking for her since she won't be home."

"Ooo, sweeeet," Flag Girl cooed in wicked delight. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas, Santa," Ms Americana said. "Fly safe, and see you next year."

And he was gone.

"Well, that was…um…."

"FUN!" Flag Girl said.

"Yes, it was."

They looked each other in the eye and smiled. There was one other Christmas ritual to perform. The most favorite of the season.

Two sets of full red lips merged into a deep, passionate kiss. Soon costumes were being pulled off frantically. And before Santa could even settle back into his sleigh way up on the roof, Ms Americana's lips and tongue found Flag Girl's sweet, hot, wet twat. And Flag Girl found hers.

"MMMmmmmmm,"' they groaned in unison, sixty-nining each other beneath the Christmas Tree.

Up on the roof, Santa watched them with his Inner Eye. The Jolly Old Elf grinned as he shook his head. They NEVER spoke of that ritual, or any of their other lesbian love making they ALWAYS had between Christmas and New Years. Oh well, he didn't mind.

"Oh, my Lordie Lordie, we're so late," he said, eyeing his watch. Taking up the reins. "Off to the Morgan place! That pair has been very naughty this year! Wahoo!"

THE END

And

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEARS!