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MS AMERICANA: OFFICE POLITICS

By Dark One

THUMP!

Brenda Wade glanced up, annoyed and baby blues blazing.

"Who is making that noise?" she muttered. She didn't recall any construction projects scheduled, which were mostly done in the late night hours to avoid disrupting business. And it was almost midnight. "Honey!"

Her secretary, Honey Honeycutt, didn't respond. She frowned. She wasn't back from making copies yet? What was taking so long? Then she heard a girlish scream of delight.

"I swear, if she is off swapping jokes with the security guards again, I'll fire the lot of them," Brenda growled, rising to her full six foot one inches.

The filthy rich, raven-haired beauty was a sight to behold, even in her smart business suits. Tonight, she wore a crisp, starched white blouse with high collar that did nothing to hide her impressive rack, despite all of her efforts. A wide black belt cinched her narrow waist and hid the waist band of her gray wool, skin tight skirt that fell to just above the knees. Beneath that, she wore black hose and black stiletto pumps.

Brenda adjusted the glasses she didn't need and patted her hair to ensure it was still piled high atop her head. She favored a "schoolmarm" look, severe and moral. She was, after all, a superior woman and a role model for young girls and women.

She found the reception area empty. Then found the copy room empty, with the Quarterly Report Honey was copying already finished and waiting to be picked up.

"Aaiiiiee! Stop, naughty boy!" Honey's voice echoed through the empty, dark halls.

Brenda's face heated up. This was sounding worse than she imagined. What kind of tramp was Honey, after all?

Suddenly, it sounded like a scuffle was happened. Brenda's heart skipped a beat. Maybe Honey was being assaulted. Then she heard a girlish giggle and male laughter. At least two men.

Anger and blood pressure rising, Brenda strode towards the sounds of fun and play. She was shocked at what she found. In the next office suite over, part of accounting, she found Honey half out of her little pink and white mini dress, kissing one man as he mauled her pert little titties from the front, and another man mauled them from the back as he fucked her doggie style. Atop a copy machine.

Chairs, binders and papers were scattered across the floor. A real mess. Brenda stepped around one overturned chair and planted her feet in a super heroine pose, hands on hips and glared at the oversexed threesome.

"Inexcusable!" Brenda snarled baby blues flashing. "How DARE you desecrate this office, disrespected me and this company, with such base shenanigans. I am disgusted by you."

"Brenda!" Honey cried. "Oh my God! The reports!"

"Forget the reports, slut," Brenda said. "Clean out your desk. All of you, clean out your desks and leave. You are neither needed nor wanted here."

"You're firing us?" Matt Matthews cried incredulously. He was a short, stocky man of forty, with male pattern baldness and little piggish eyes. He'd been with the company eighteen years in accounting and was a senior manager now. Was a senior manager. "I've put my heart and soul into this company. I lost my wife from all the overtime I put in here. And you are going to just toss me away, just like that, over a MINOR indiscretion?"

"Please don't fire me!" Honey wailed. "I can barely pay my bills now, if you fire me I'll be out in the streets by the end of the month."

"Not my problem," she said to them both. Then she slanted a haughty look at the third member of their little orgy. Corey Jacobson was a childhood friend she'd given a break five years back, and gave him that job. Now he'd betrayed her and had to go. "Nothing to say, Corey?"

"Like what?" Corey said. He was tall and skinny, gawky really, even at thirty-four. He had dark eyes and dark, curly hair that always looked unruly. She knew he'd always had a not so secret crush on her. But who didn't? "You going to let me keep my job if I beg?"

"No," she said, simmering now. MEN! They just didn't understand ANYTHING. "I trusted you. I lifted you OUT of the GUTTER and gave you a respectable, high paying job. And this is how you repay me. I think an apology is in order."

"Can I keep my job if I apologize?"

"No."

"Then fuck you."

Honey threw herself at Brenda's feet and begged. "Please don't fire me. I'll be good. I'll never do anything like this again."

"No, you won't, because you won't be HERE anymore," Brenda said, disgusted by her display of feminine weakness.

"Yeah, fuck you, you prissy bitch," Matt said, dejected.

"A good fucking is what she needs," Corey said, eyeing her narrowly. "She's been stuck up and holier-than-thou all her miserable life. A good sound fucking would likely solve that problem."

"Oh! You….you….CHAUVANIST PIGS!" Brenda cried. "Get out of my building NOW!" Then she spun on a five inch stiletto, striding away and said over her shoulder, "I'm calling security right now."

"Watch out for…..," Honey called.

But Brenda was too fast, too hot-headed. She'd forgotten about he overturned chair she'd stepped around upon arrival. Just two steps, and as her eyes were coming back around to the front, she struck the chair. And Brenda Wade took a header into the wall.

"Yeeeooww -- Ugh!"

"Sweet," Corey said, grinning.

Brenda lay before them face down and spread-eagle on the floor, unconscious.

"Couldn't happen to a more deserving woman," Honey said bitterly. She stood up, and angrily kicked Brenda in the left butt cheek. Her former boss didn't move, but her shapely rump jiggled like jello. "Bitch."

When she just lay there the secretary began to get nervous.

"Should we call someone?" Honey said.

"Naw, not until after I get a couple pictures of her out cold anyway," Matt said, going over to his cubicle and returning with an expensive digital camera. He walked around her and took numerous pictures of her sprawled out unconscious. His only regret, she wasn't wearing a mini skirt so he could get some upskirt pictures. "Roll her over, Corey."

"No problem," Corey said, jumping to the task.

Matt took pictures as Corey rolled her over. And to his surprise, was snapping pictures when Corey reached down and pushed her monster tits together, then grabbed one in each hand through the blouse and gave them a firm squeeze.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" Matt asked, scared and more than a little excited.

"I've known Brenda since we were both fourteen, and she had big tits back then too," Corey said. "I've wanted to squeeze her tits for twenty years now. Besides, she's unconscious and won't know I did it."

"Oh, put your dick in her mouth and take a picture," Honey cooed. "That'll show the bitch."

Heart hammering, Matt took pictures as Corey pulled out a remarkable large cock and rubbed it all over Brenda's slack face, then pressed it to her slightly parted, full red lips. They all paused at that moment, looked around at each other with tight throats and hammering hearts. Then Corey smiled cruelly and pushed his dick into Brenda's mouth as Matt took picture after picture. Honey groaned wantonly as she watched.

"Oh my God," Matt said, amazed as Corey's huge, thick cock slowly sank to the hilt her in luscious mouth. "These pictures look like she is REALLY sucking you off."

"She is," Corey said, with a strained voice. "My God, Brenda is sucking my dick even while she is knocked out."

"What a slut," Honey said scornfully. "And she called me a slut."

Corey pulled out, reached down and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. She wore a lacy black bra beneath, that snapped between her 44DDs.

"Take lots of pictures," he said, and started squeezing, pinching, fondling, licking and sucking on Brenda's massive mammaries. After a few minutes, when her nipples were rock hard, he kissed and licked his way up her neck to her full red lips. Then Matt took pictures of him making out with Brenda for several more minutes, before Honey helped him maneuver Brenda's body up on her knees. "This will make it look like she is GIVING me head."

Corey sat in a chair, pants and briefs down around his ankles, and Brenda kneeling between his legs. Honey helped to get her up, and her lips wrapped around his cock. Then they positioned her perfectly manicured hands onto his cock and balls.

Matt took numerous pictures of that pose, then Corey entwined his fingers in her silky soft raven locks and started moving her head up and down his large cock. To the camera, it looked like Brenda was doing all the work. Looked like she was GIVING oral pleasure.

"Oh, too much," Corey groaned. "I can't…hold it."

The terminated employee shot his creamy wad deep into Brenda's slack mouth. Instinctively, she began swallowing the sticky jizm. But some oozed out when Corey pulled out, which Matt caught with the camera. He even got a couple pictures of Brenda's tongue licking her lips clean.

"Ooohhh, my head," Brenda groaned.

Shocked and frightened, Corey pushed her straight back. Brenda found herself on her knees, but laying all the way back. Bent over backwards, and TOPLESS.

"Oh! You beasts! How dare you strip my breasts!" she cried, rising up high on her knees. Her eyes flashed angrily when Corey scrambled out of the chair, his sticky wet cock exposed. She felt something on her lips and chin, and instinctively licked it up. Then her eyes went wide and she started spitting. "You raped me!"

Her hands rose up to cover her exposed breasts, and discovered cooling cum dribbled all over them. Disgusted, she immediately started scooping the cum up with her hands and wiping it off on the carpet.

"Blech!" she cried.

"Sexual harassment!" Corey cried. "You guys witnessed it."

"What?" Brenda said, confused. She was the victim.

"Yes, I did," Honey said scornfully. "How dare you force yourself on him!"

"And when Honey and I inadvertently stumbling onto your disgusting tryst, you FIRED all of us to hide your wretched sin," Matt said.

"Three against one," Corey said smugly. "Who do you think the press, public and a jury will believe?"

"They'll believe me! I have a sterling reputation in this city," she said proudly.

"Everyone does, just before the scandal breaks," Matt said. "And they are all, no matter how much beloved, dragged down into the gutter and dragged in the mud."

Brenda's heart skipped a beat. It was true. Delta City loved to tear down their idols. They loved a good, dirty scandal. They would all jump in with both feet, with a wild Rebel Yell and gleefully vivisect her in the press and tabloids.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "I guess generous severance packages are in order."

"Oh no," Corey said. "Big promotions and even bigger raises are in order."

"What?"

"Yes!" Honey cried. "I love it. Why one payoff, when we can have MONTHLY payoffs."

"You're blackmailing me?"

"Oh, no," Matt said. "We'll still work for you. And do a damn good job, too. But you just can't fire us now."

"I thought about making you my girlfriend," Corey said. "But that wouldn’t' be any fun. I couldn't fuck other women then. You know, the paparazzi and all."

"Thank God for the paparazzi," she muttered, relieved.

"So you'll be my secret mistress."

"Oh! I can't."

"And mine, too," Matt said.

"And mine!" Honey crowed. "Did I tell you? I'm bisexual."

Brenda gawked at them a long moment. There was no way she was going to let them fuck her with impunity. They might blackmail jobs out of her, with big fat paychecks, but not sex. She was above sex. Besides, if she was climaxed then her power belt wouldn't work, and she couldn't be Ms Americana. They would fuck her day and night between the three of them, leaving her no time to build up pent up sexual frustration to be Ms Americana.

"There is no way I can allow….," she started saying, then Matt turned the camera around and showed her a few of the more graphic pictures. "Oh. Can't we be reasonable? Okay, you are all promoted to the board of directors. How's that? Seven digit incomes, stock options, BONUSES."

"Excellent," Matt said.

"Great," Corey said.

"Fucking A," Honey laughed.

"But no sex," Brenda said. "I'm….I'm….Asexual. It disgusts me. I just cannot do it, cannot have sex with anyone."

"It's an acquired taste," Honey said, stepping up close and cupping a titanic tit.

She yanked Brenda's hair back, then kissed her hard and deep.

"Mmmmm," they both groaned.

Matt took more pictures as their kisses got deeper, more passionate. Soon tongues were teasing and playing, and Honey's hands were both caressing and fondling Brenda's huge tits, making the nipples big and hard.

"I know why you don't like sex," Honey whispered.

"What?" she said, horrified. Honey couldn't possibly know the truth about her being Ms Americana.

"I saw you that first Christmas party I worked here," Honey continued. "I saw you pair off with one of the division presidents, and sneak away. I followed, and watched him fuck you stupid. And I do mean stupid." Honey turned and grinned at the two men. "Brenda gets dumber and dumber the more she is fucked. I was astounded as I watched. Within thirty minutes she was a giggling bimbo, willing to do ANYTHING with ANYONE. I watched her stagger away from that tryst, but into a junior executive, and fall under his spell in minutes. Two board members and a pair from computer support later, she ran into a security guard who'd been watching and he nailed her, got on the radio and ALL of the night security guards gang banged her. Which explains why we have the best paid security guards in the world."

Brenda was consumed with utter humiliation. She remembered that night like it was yesterday. She dreamed about it. It was the source of most of her sexual fantasies, and thus the source of most of her pent up sexual tension and frustrations. That night of sex and debauchery made her stronger as a super heroine.

"I see a pattern," Matt said. "And I have the solution."

"You do?" Brenda said, wary. "What is the problem? I mean, besides you blackmailing me after you RAPED me."

"The problem is you are a whore in denial," Matt said reasonably. "You act out like that Christmas party, and tonight, because you don't get enough cock. You need a man, or in this case two men and a woman, to help you release all that sexual need and desire. You'll be a happier, more well-rounded woman afterwards."

"Ah, good, I'm tired of all her bitching," Honey said. She pulled Brenda's blouse completely off and then removed the wide belt. The gray wool skirt was unfastened and unzipped as she continued complaining about her former boss, revealing her lacy black thong panties and matching garter belt, "You boys wouldn't believe what a shrew she can be sometimes to the women that work directly for her. She's actually nicer to the men, despite all of her feminist crap."

Brenda was pulled to her feet and Corey pushed her back against the wall. Then she was spun around and ordered to place both hands on the wall and hold that position. Or else. Together, Honey and Corey kicked her feet wide, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Then Corey ripped off her lacy thong.

"Damn, her panties are sopping wet," Corey laughed.

"What are you going to do?" Brenda asked, looking over her shoulder with big blue eyes.

"Fuck you, what else?" Matt said, grinning. "Corey, take pictures of me fucking her stupid."

"What?" she cried. "You heard Honey. I cannot take having sex. It scrambles my brains. I'll be ruined. This isn't right."

"Oh, it's very right, Brenda, soon to be Bimbo Brenda," Honey sneered.

Matt dropped his pants and stepped out of them as Brenda watched wide-eyed. Her throat tightened and butterflies erupted deep in her belly. Then heat washed over her, leaving her panting slightly. Then he moved up behind her and grabbed her flaring, womanly hips. She felt the rubbery, wet head of his cock sliding between her wide spread legs.

"This has been a long time coming," Matt said, as his cock pushed through the hot, wet folds of her pussy.

"Aaagghhh," Matt groaned, shoving his cock in deeply.

"Uugggghhhh," Brenda groaned, feeling his penetration profoundly.

She arched her back involuntarily, head rolling back. It gave him better access to her pussy, letting him reach up and grab two hands full of fat titty flesh. Within seconds Matt had a hard, steady pumping action going. Brenda gasped and groaned, shaking her head NO. But he kept fucking her, and savoring the moment.

Brenda's libido was fully aflame. She locked her knees and groaned wantonly, despite being horrified at what he was going to her. The sexy socialite couldn't help herself, for Honey was right. Deep down, she was a wanton whore in denial. But it wasn't her fault, but the Aphrodite gene that made her a superior woman and enabled her to become a super heroine, was aptly named, for it also made her a sexually needy woman. A virtual slave to her libido when aroused.

<Great Liberty! I am being TAMED!> she silently cried.

Within two minutes she was clawing at the wall, panting like a bitch in heat. Matt was humping her wild-eyed, inspired by her passion. Corey and Honey watched breathlessly, with Corey barely remembering to take pictures.

"Ooohh, Great Liberty!" Brenda wailed. "I am…not…strong…ENOUGH! Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh, God, he's cumming inside of me. Yeeoooww! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!"

"WOW!" Honey cried.

"YES!" Matt cried, pulling out and stepping back with a big sigh. "What a ride."

"Brenda," Honey snapped, blue eyes flashing. "Kneel before Matt and lick him clean. NOW."

"Oh. Oh, yeah," Brenda said breathlessly. She fell to her knees and crawled the short distance to Matt. Without hesitation she gobbled him down. Then she spend five minutes, licking cock and ball, sucking, licking, sucking some more, and didn't stop until he flooded her mouth with another load of hot, creamy cum. "Mmmmmm."

"Told you," Honey said smugly. "The more you fuck her, the dumber she gets. Bimbo!"

"Yep, I think Brenda is securely in the bimbo zone," Corey said, lifting her chin to look down into her beautiful blissful face. "I want to fuck her on her own desk."

Brenda smiled wantonly.

"Sweet," Honey said. "Me, too. And I'm next."

The oversexed threesome spent the rest of the night fucking the beautiful billionaire. They fucked her everyway they could think of, then got online and found more positions, more sex acts Brenda could be forced to perform.

# # #

Six months later.

Ms Americana smiled cruelly. She was so going to enjoy exacting her vengeance on that oversexed threesome.

For six long months, she never had more than an hour to herself. One of the three was always with her. Keeping her on a tight leash. Brenda Wade was fucked morning, noon and night. Every day. They worked hard to keep her in the "Bimbo Zone." And they did a damn fine job of it.

<Poor Lydia,> she thought. Lydia was tossed out of Wade Mansion the next day. Told never to come back. <They will pay dearly for that, too.>

Destitute and vulnerable, Lydia fell prey to King Pimp. The man she once battled against as Flag Girl was now her lord and master, her PIMP. Lydia worked on the third floor of King Pimp's Palace Brothel. And very popular by all accounts, probably because she too possessed the Aphrodite gene, making her susceptible to sexual manipulation.

"Our greatest Gift is our greatest Curse," Ms Americana whispered, feeling a profound ache of sexual NEED throbbing deep in her belly. "But two weeks without sex has made me strong again. Ms Americana is back with a vengeance!"

All three of her blackmailers had taken other lovers. Matt was now dating Axanna Morgan, of all people. She used to be way out of his class, but thanks to his looting of her personal fortune and his new position on her board of directors, he was moving up.

Honey was dating a local professional hockey player. She was part owner of the team, thanks to her portion of the looted Wade Fortune. The beautiful blonde was proving to be quite a social slut, having slept with half the professional athletes in Delta City in six months. But this time it seemed serious.

Meantime, Corey had somehow managed to impregnate an eighteen year old pop princess with just one name -- Simone. The little bimbo had bought a mansion in Delta City and Corey moved in with her. So, Brenda hadn't been fucked in two whole weeks. And if felt good to be in control of her world again.

"It won't last long," she thought, eyeing the sinister threesome through a window inside Wade Manor. They were sitting in her living room, arguing over who was responsible for her. She could hear them through the glass, making plans and such. "I have to end it tonight, or Ms Americana is dead, and Bimbo Brenda will be forever."

Since they all had their own lovers now, they'd decided to hire "handlers." Men and women who the world would think were her assistants and bodyguards, but in truth her jailors and handlers. Men and women tasked with keeping her well fucked and securely in the "Bimbo Zone." And even more frightening to her was the fact her body became instantly aroused when she heard them propose that, and then approve it.

Her body WANTED it.

"Have to be strong," she muttered, baby blues flashing. Anger was her friend. It kept the feelings of vulnerability, of femininity and softness, at bay. She had to be strong and fierce, brutal and merciless. "I have to beat them into submission, or I will be their submissive slave slut the rest of my life."

So Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice, rushed into Wade Manor's vast living room and assumed a classic super heroine pose. The three of them froze at the sight of her, making her smile. Fear spread across their faces as their eyes took in her legendary red, white and blue bikini and boots costume. And, finally, their eyes came to rest on her most legendary assets, her 44DDs.

"You too, Ms Honeycutt?" Ms Americana sneered. "Get your putrid minds out of the gutter, scum. I am the Queen of Justice, not some two bit stripper whore to gawk over."

"Ms Americana," Honey said, forcing a fragile smile. Ms Americana had spoken with Ms Wade's secretary many times over the years. "It's been so long. Everyone thought you and Flag Girl were either captured or retired."

"Neither," Ms Americana said, strangely feeling compelled to explain her absence. "Sometimes the personal lives of super heroines have to take precedence over our crime fighting. Family must come first."

They all nodded understanding.

"But, imagine my surprise, when I return to find YOU three holding my good friend's leash," Ms Americana growled, baby blues blazing. "I've had a LONG talk with Brenda, and this whole sorted affair turns my stomach. What kind of monsters are you?"

"We didn't do anything wrong," Honey said innocently. Ms Americana lifted a haughty brow at her. The girl was quite an accomplished liar. She almost believed her, but Ms Americana knew the truth. "I don't understand why Brenda would say differently. But she has been ill. Emotional breakdown when her ward moved out and into that nasty brothel in Sugar Town. It kinda broke her, you know?"

Ms Americana snarled at her, making all three of them take a step back.

"As I understand it, Ms Wade was broken on your cocks," she said, almost choking on the words. There was a tremble in her voice she couldn't hide. "You fucked her stupid, and took unfair advantage of her. Oh, I forgot, you were BLACKMAILING her."

"Run!" Corey cried, and all headed for the back door.

At full power, Ms Americana raced past them and turned around.

"You're not going anywhere, miscreants," she said, wiggling her brows smugly.

The sexy super heroine seized Corey, her old friend and first to violate the sanctity of her body. She ran him head long into the wall, then grabbed Honey by the wrist and swung her round and round as Matt raced for the front door. Then Ms Americana released Honey, who flew through the air with a soulful wail.

"Ugh!" Matt and Honey said as Honey landed atop him, just feet from the front door.

"We have pictures of Brenda doing unspeakable things!" Corey cried as she seized him by the collar. Ms Americana kneed him brutally in the groin. "Uugghh."

"There won't be any pictures of the unspeakable things I do to the three of you, if you don't give me all of your blackmail material and leave town immediately," Ms Americana said. There would be no police, no trials and no releasing of any of the pictures they took that night and since. "Oh, and you will donate all of the money and wealth you currently have to charity. I'll provide a list of women's shelters you will give it ALL to. Understand?"

"No, you'll force us to ruin Brenda," Matt said viciously. "We can do it, too. She'll never be able to show her face in public again."

"Not true. She can go make a sincere apology, beg everyone's forgiveness and be forgiven," Ms Americana said. "America and Delta City might love a good scandal, but after a couple weeks if she comes out showing true remorse, then they will open their hearts to her again." She smiled smugly down at them. "You, of course, will be carted off to prison."

The words rang true. The three of them gawked up at her, then looked at each other. Ms Americana could tell by the way their shoulders slumped they had accepted their fates, and her ultimate victory. It truly ate at her soul she couldn't find a way to grind them beneath her heel, find a way to send them to prison without publicly humiliating herself. But she had more important things to worry about, like rescuing poor debauched Lydia, off languishing in that sleazy brothel and servicing even sleazier men.

"Are there any other choices?" Honey asked timidly.

"No. You vile malefactors don't deserve the break Ms Wade is offering you," Ms Americana said. "It is out of friendship and concern for her that I'm giving you a chance to get away without prosecution, and without any of your ill-gotten gains."

"Fine," Matt said, dejected.

"We'll go," Honey said, starting to get up.

Ms Americana kicked the sexy little blonde back down to the floor.

"There is still the issue of all that blackmail material," Ms Americana said. "Hand it over."

"It's in the other room," Honey said.

"Show me," Ms Americana said. "Give it to me. NOW."

The three blackmailers scrambled to their feet, but not real fast. Their aches and pains made them grimace and groan. When they started for the other room, they moved stiffly and all three limped. Ms Americana followed, smiling at her handiwork.

Ms Americana was led into the library. Honey went straight to a bookshelf full of the classics. She pulled out three thick tomes, and Ms Americana saw the familiar digital camera was hidden behind them. She hated that camera. Every time they took pictures, they used that camera. The very sight of it made her pussy ache and start producing pussy juices. Within seconds the statuesque super heroine could feel her red, white and blue bikini bottoms were sopping wet.

Ms Americana thrust out her right hand, swallowed the lump in her throat, and demanded, "Let me have it."

"Yeah, I'll let you have it," Honey said, thrusting the camera past the super heroine's outstretched hand and into her face. Then she clicked the button and the flash went off in the Queen of Justice's eyes. "Take that!"

"Great Liberty! I'm blinded!"

"Get her!" Honey cried.

The men each grabbed an arm and held tight. Then Honey stepped up and kicked the super heroine in the twat.

"Ugh, bitch," Ms Americana groaned, her knees snapping together. Then she heaved her arms, and pulled both men in front of her to crash into each other. She could feel that they were weakened, but they didn't let go of her arms, either. Another hard hit and she would be free. She was supremely confident of victory, since her power belt gave her ten times their strength and endurance. "I am the Queen of Justice, and not so easily defeated. Now know my wrath!"

"Ah, shut up," Corey said, and punched her in the throat.

"Ack!"

"Wahoo! Ms Americana has a weak spot!" Honey cried. "Hang on, boys, and soon we'll have BOTH Brenda Wade and Ms Americana as our sex slaves!"

"I am a superior woman, miscreants. You'll never defeat me….Ack!" Ms Americana started to say, until cut off by Honey's punch to the throat. It was painful and cut off her air. Again. "Yuughh."

SNAP! and a flash.

Honey was taking her picture. The beautiful blonde fully expected they would capture her! And was starting to treat her like Brenda Wade.

"You are so going to regret this," Ms Americana snarled.

Ms Americana lunged straight back, forcing the two men to crash together again. As expected, they released their holds and she was free. She paused to rub her aching throat where she'd been punched twice in less than a minute. The whole while she glared at Honey, who was casually taking more pictures.

<And she calls me a bimbo,> Ms Americana thought, frowning.

"Give me that camera!" Ms Americana demanded in her most commanding super heroine voice. Honey froze and the super heroine grinned as she stepped over the two groaning men to seize the camera. But Honey regained her senses and stepped back two steps for every one of Ms Americana's, until her rump pushed up against the large oaken desk. "Give it to me, damn you."

"Don't!" Matt cried from behind.

Suddenly, Ms Americana was tackled from behind. It didn't matter that she was ten times stronger than the man. His body weight striking hers in the small of the back thrust her forward. At the same time, his grip slid down her body until he finally got a firm hold around her knees. So she was violently thrust forward, and tripped at the same time.

Honey yelped and darted out of the way.

"NO!" Ms Americana cried, seeing the edge of the desk coming straight at her face. THUNK! "Ugh!"

Bright stars and absolute darkness flashed and warred behind Ms Americana's baby blue eyes. It was a brutal hit to the point of her chin by an unyielding surface. All strength and control flowed out of her limbs as she felt two sets of male hands on her body. Very familiar hands. Hands that knew her secret weaknesses, knew how to tame the beast within her.

SNAP. Snap..snap…snap…snap.

"These are great pictures, boys," Honey said. "Get the rope, Corey. No, over there. Top drawer."

"Hhhmmmmmm," Ms Americana groaned, unable to speak or move. That too familiar sexual heat was flowing though her shapely body again, as she felt her unresponsive arms pulled back behind her back. They tied her wrists, then ran the rope up and bound her elbows together. Then one of them reached down, patted her shapely, silky soft rump, before running his brazen hand down between her legs. "No!"

"Hey, she's sopping wet down here," Corey said, rubbing her twat through the red, white and blue satin barely covering her cunt.

"Ooh, let me see," Honey cooed, then started snapping more pictures. "Sweet, she's just as big a whore as Brenda."

"Shit! Are we out of our minds?" Matt cried. "Quick, take off her power belt! Take it off now."

"Too late," Ms Americana groaned. Corey tugged at it nonetheless. "It cannot be removed unless I will it so. I don't will it."

"Fuck her into submission," Honey commanded.

Ms Americana was jerked to her feet. She teetered atop the five inch stilettos, her head still woozy. Honey took pictures as Corey tossed the rope, that they had looped back under and pushed through the knots at her wrist, over and through the chandelier above. Then they pulled it hard, forcing the sexy super heroine's hands and arms up high, causing her to bend over. They tied the rope off on the desk's thick leg after they had her in the perfect position -- bent over and knees locked, ass and face at crotch level.

Honey paused in her picture taking to step up close, bend over and speak into Ms Americana's ear.

"You still have the belt, and your super strength and endurance, bitch, but we have YOU," Honey said. "And we WILL fuck you into submission."

"I don't think so," Ms Americana said with a strained voice. "I am a superior woman. I will endure and prevail."

"Hmmm, interesting," Honey said. She looked at her partners in crime, both eagerly stripping naked. "If my friends can't tame you, Superior Woman, then I have a foot long VIBRATING strap-on dildo that will. Promise."

Honey walked around the desk, pulled out a medicine bottle and handed each man a blue pill.

"Viagra. The strongest ones they make, too," Honey said, enjoying the way Ms Americana's eyes grew wide in fear and dread. The captured crime-fighter began struggling hysterically. But it was all in vain. "You belong to us, Americana. I suggest you surrender to fate and just ENJOY the ride."

Then Honey picked up a pair of scissors. Snip! And Ms Americana's top fell to the floor at her booted feet. Snip! Snip! And her bikini bottoms fell atop the top.

"You look so familiar from back here, naked and all," Honey said, frowning. She fingered Ms Americana's pussy, then her sphincter, before swatting her right butt cheek just to watch it quiver. "I've fucked you before. I can tell. But we'll know for sure after we unmask you."

"Let's unmask her first," Matt said. Ms Americana gasped and looked around wild-eyed. That intoxicating, erotic heat was starting to claim her body now that sex was unavoidable. "Once we know her True Identity we will own her as surely as we own Brenda Wade. Maybe more so."

<This isn't fair,> Ms Americana cried in her head. <They cannot defeat me twice. If they unmask me, then they will OWN me, body and soul. I'll never escape their clutches.>

"Definitely," Honey said. "But don't you think we'd enjoy fucking Ms Americana more than some other moron? Once we unmask her, we'll never really be able to fuck the MYSTERIOUS Ms Americana."

"She's right," Corey said. "We all fuck her as Ms Americana, savoring this ultimate victory, then unmask her and fuck her in celebration of owning whoever she really is."

"Wait," Ms Americana said as Matt when behind her and Corey stepped in front of her face. Honey took a position to the side, far enough back to get everything with the camera. "Let's be reasonable. We can work something out. A deal. YES! I can pay a big ransom, then you can go away and retire. Or, I'll go away and never bother you again."

"No dice, Super Sister," Honey said, grinning. "Owning Brenda has given me a taste for dominating powerful women. You and Brenda are the two most powerful, most influential, most feared and respected women in the city. And soon you BOTH will be our pathetic sex slaves."

"Gotta love it," Corey said as he guided his cock to Ms Americana's full red lips.

Ms Americana pressed her lips together and refused to let him in, but unable to stop him from rubbing his cock all over her lips and face. She understood the weakness of her Aphrodite gene birthright that the moment she tasted his skanky cock and seminal fluids, she'd be lost and start sucking. Her mouth was already watering.

<I'm such a SLUT!> she thought miserably.

"Hey, look, her nipples are fully erect and rock hard," Honey said, laughing and zoomed in to take some pictures. "Wow, she even puts Brenda to shame."

"Hmmmm," she groaned, when Matt unexpectedly ran his index finger up through her slit. Corey and Honey had her so distracted she forgot about him. She squirmed and gyrated her shapely hips, but couldn’t break contact with his impudent fingers. "Ugghhmmmm."

She so wanted to fling cock shriveling curses and mocking laughter, to unman him, unman them both, but the moment she opened her mouth Corey would be inside it.

"Damn, she's already getting into it," Matt laughed. "Look at the super slut work her hips!"

"What?" she screamed, incredulously. "I'm not getting into--Mmm! Uuuugghhhhmmm!"

Corey laughed with wicked glee as she shoved his ten inch cock deep into her hot mouth. He watched her eyes go wide in surprise, then felt that mouth close around his cock just right. Just the way he liked it. Then Matt guided his cock up and into Ms Americana's cunt, and her baby blues literally crossed.

"Uuummmmggghhhh," she groaned, a chill running up her spine, then her whole body quivered violently.

"Oh my God, this whore is not just liking this, she is LOVING it," Matt cried. "Her pussy is already quivering with need and pleasure. Like Brenda's pussy."

"Really?" Corey said. "Wow, it's going to be great owning them both."

Ms Americana was almost mindless. She was fighting the feelings with the last of her strength and will power. Her will to continue the fight was slipping with each stroke of cock in her mouth and pussy. They were pounding her into submission, and doing a far better job of it than they realized.

<Great Liberty, NO!> she thought, feeling that tingly heat she so loved as Bimbo Brenda changing into that other feeling she loved even more, that rush into climax. <I've lost!>

"Uuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhh! Hugghh!" she cried, her shapely body consumed with pure sexual pleasure as she climaxed, and climaxed again. Ms Americana felt her super strength bleeding away as she climaxed. Her body was now sated again. No sexual frustration to fuel the belt. "Nnnuuugghhhhhhhh!"

The two men didn't relent just because she had a pair of orgasms. If anything, it inspired them to pump harder and harder, faster and faster. They ripped out another five orgasms before first Corey, then Matt shot their loads into her overheated body. Then they swapped sides, and did it again.

"My turn," Honey said, pulling Ms Americana's head up by her hair.

Matt and Corey then watched and took pictures while Honey had her turn. She showed Ms Americana the twelve inch long, pitch black dildo. She ran it under the vanquished vigilante's nose, so she could smell it, like a fine cigar. Then Honey stripped down to garter belt, hose and stilettos, and buckled on the leather thong-like harness.

"Party time, bitch," Honey said sweetly.

Honey moved up behind Ms Americana, guided the monster dildo up to the trembling super heroine's cum-dripping cunt, and punched it home hard. Ms American arched up, threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Mercy! Please, mercy!"

It felt like she'd been ripped in half. That dildo felt ten times thicker inside her, and ten times longer.

"Great Liberty! Have mercy," she cried. "Please stop. I'll do anything you ask. ANYTHING!"

"No," Honey said. "I'm not stopping until you are broken, until you, Ms Americana, Queen of Justice, have been TAMED."

"Tamed, and claimed by us," Matt said.

"Ugh, Great Liberty," she groaned as Honey started into a nice, hard pumping action. Then after a couple of mind scrambling minutes of being battered by that huge dildo, she groaned out, "Can't we work something out?"

"Sure, let us remove your belt," Honey said. "If you are good, then we'll be good. We always reward good behavior, and punish bad. So let us take off the power belt."

"I'll be good," Ms Americana breathed, on the very last of her strength and will power. "Please stop before it is too late."

"The belt first."

"Th-hhee belt is…oh…powered by pent up sexual fru-ustrations," Ms Americana gasped out. "Oh, Great Liberty, give me strength. The belt lost all of its…fuel when you climaxed me. Without that, I have no super strength, and I cannot stop you from removing the belt whenever you want."

"What?" Honey said, stopping her pumping. Ms Americana breathed a sigh of relief. The sexy blackmailer reached down and unfastened Ms Americana's power belt effortless. She laughed and tossed it to Matt. "She is OURS!"

"My God, we DEFEATED Ms Americana and de-powered her too," Corey said, incredulous.

"Yes, and the only thing that remains is taming her," Honey said.

"What?" Ms Americana said. "But you promised. I gave you my power belt. I get mercy now."

"I promised nothing," Honey laughed. "No mercy. You are a sex slave. A plaything. What you want, need, desire mean nothing. But here is a reward of sorts."

Honey reached down and clicked on the vibrator, already pushed all the way inside the helpless heroine.

"Yyyeeeeeeeoooooooooowwwwwwwww!"

Honey grabbed hold of Ms Americana's flaring hips and held on tight, keeping that vibrating dildo buried deep inside the hypersensitive super heroine. Ms Americana screamed and bucked, her body shook and trembled. She tried hard to break free, but within a minute even she knew she'd lost the battle and war.

"Great fucking Liberty!" she cried, feeling the grandmother of all climaxes barreling down upon her. Then it exploded, searing her soul and wiping away any last hint of defiance and free will. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I've been TAMED! Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Honey continued her strap-on vibrator fucking of Ms Americana for another hour and a half, until she was too tired to continue. She forced countless climaxes upon the helpless heroine. By that time sweat was rolling off the shapely super heroine, dripping off her nose and chin, dripping off her tits and nipples, saturating her long black hair. By the time Honey finished, the former super heroine was a mindless fuck machine.

Honey jerked her head back again, enjoying the look of utter exhaustion on her conquest's beautiful masked face. She licked Ms Americana's face, enjoying the salty taste. Then she traced the mask with her tongue.

"It's time, lover," Honey said softly.

"Ooooh," was all she got.

"I own you."

"Yes. Own."

"I am your mistress. Say it."

"You are…you are my mistress."

"Tell me you love me.
"I love you."

"Mean it," she growled, jerking her hair harder.

"I love you, mistress," Ms Americana whispered. She opened her eyes, then cut them up to gaze into Honey's eyes. "I love you, Mistress Honey. I will always love you."

"Better," she said. "Now, sweetheart, before I remove your mask, tell me who I will find behind it. Tell me who you really are."

Ms Americana's baby blues went wide, then dropped dejectedly.

"I…I…I am…B-Brenda Wade," she said.

"Huh?"

"What?" Matt and Corey cried.

"No way!" Honey cried, and ripped off the mask. "Oh MY GOD, she is Brenda!"

"How'd that happen?" Corey said.

"We already had Brenda broke and cowed," Matted said.

"Good question," Honey said, eyeing Ms Americana warily. "How did you manage to bounce back and become strong enough to challenge us as Ms Americana?"

"Easy," she said honestly. "No one fucked me for two weeks. Sexual tension built up enough to power my power belt. I was given enough time to regain my senses and try to reclaim my life. I failed. I am your slave now."

"Forever," Honey said sharply.

"Forever, mistress."

"Can we trust her not to try again?" Corey said.

"Yes," Brenda said hoarsely. She was sooo tired. And she knew it was just beginning. It was the men's turn again. "I'm sure you won't allow me to go without sex from now on. And you have my power belt. I'm helpless now. Truly helpless."

# # #

Two weeks later.

Honey Honeycutt strode into the Wade Industries Board of Directors meeting. Brenda Wade followed, on leash and chain. Brenda wore a daring bright red Versace gown, with a small fortune in diamonds hanging from her ears and wrapped around her wrists. Her "dog collar" was custom made with a million dollars in diamonds.

Matt Matthews and Corey Jacobson followed her in.

The other twenty board members just gawked at them.

"Good day, gentlemen," Honey said, waving Brenda into her usual seat. Matt and Corey stepped to either side of Honey instead of taking their usual seats at the table. "Brenda, the meeting is yours now."

"Thank you, Mistress Honey," Brenda said to the gasps of the others.

"What is the meaning of this?" Aaron Shapiro demanded. The seventy-two year old was a retired billionaire himself, and had been on the Wade Industries board since before Brenda was born. He was an old family friend and served in the Army with General Wade. "Brenda, I don't know what kind of kinky crap you enjoy off hours, but this is a respected multinational corporation. This…..is unacceptable behavior."

"Hmm, fortunately, Brenda owns sixty percent of the company stock, so can do anything she wants," Honey said. "But that's not why we're here today. Brenda is stepping down as Chairwoman, CEO and President. Effective immediately."

"Is that true?" Aaron demanded.

"Yes, Aaron, it is," Brenda said and smiled sweetly. "I want more time to properly attend the sexual needs and desires of my mistress and two masters." The men all gasped, shaking their heads incredulously. "Therefore, I want you all to vote in Matt Matthews as Chairman, Corey Jacobson as CEO and Honey Honeycutt as President of Wade Industries. My sixty percent vote goes to them."

Before they could even start to protest, Matt held up his hand. He reached over and unsnapped Brenda's leash. Corey put a piece of paper before her.

"I give them my Power of Attorney, to vote my shares as they see fit," Brenda said, signing and giving the pen and paper back to Corey. Then she smiled and stood up. "Now I have something to give anyone willing to vote with me."

"What?" Aaron said, wary.

"This," Brenda said, and released the two diamond encrusted clasps atop her shoulders. That silken Versace flowed sensuously down the dangerous curves of her super sexy body, to pool in a pile at her feet. Matt held out his hand. She took it, using it to balance as she stepped up on her chair, then atop the board table. "I will suck, fuck and otherwise give erotic pleasure to any man who will support my decision and choices as this company's new executive officers."

Utter silence fell as the, mostly elderly, men gawked up at the most beautiful, most sexually spectacular body and woman they'd ever beheld. She wore nothing but diamonds, silver stiletto sandals and perfume.

"Who wants to vote first?" Brenda asked coyly, smiling wickedly.

"I..I vote with Brenda," Aaron said.

"Good choice," Brenda said. She started a sassy strut down the table and stopped before him. Then she dropped to her knees and hefted her own 44DDs and squeezed them. "I know you've wanted me since I first took over the reins of this company."

Aaron reached out trembling, liver spotted hands and cupped her titanic tits lovingly. Then he buried his face deep inside her cavernous cleavage and spent ten minutes savoring the finest tits in the land. During that time, Brenda changed positions. She sat at the edge of the table, and deftly unzipped his pants. Before Aaron really knew it, he was well mounted.

"Oh yes!" the old man cried.

Everyone voted for Matt, Corey and Honey. Brenda spent ten hours sating the lusts of her Board of Directors. They all enjoyed it, especially Brenda.

THE END