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Ms Americana, Got Gal, Lady Midnight, Green Spectre, Esha and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the other villains.

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MS AMERICANA: ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS

By Dark One

Ms Americana smiled. The convenience story robbers were in for a rude surprise. Namely, HER.

The super sexy super heroine stood outside the front door. The GLASS door. Indeed, the whole front of the store was floor to ceiling glass. Yet, the two robbers hadn't seen her out there in her distinctive red, white and blue bikini costume. The top cupping her 38G rack was strapless and the bottoms were thongs. A lot of skin on parade, though she did also wear red calf boots, red gauntlet gloves, choker and blue star-spangled mask.

The stunning Queen of Justice knew what she looked like, and how it affected men. Especially men of the criminal persuasion. Her skimpy costume was designed with the sole purpose of enticing and distracting men of low moral strength. Once distracted, she had the advantage. Also, the wide golden belt riding her well rounded hips was a power belt, that converted her pent up sexual frustrations into super strength, endurance and speed, along with providing other benefits, such as missile weapon defense.

"This is going to be sweet. Billy Joe and Hank know better than put up a fight against me. I've defeated them handily five other times," she said. "Now, if the liberal, bleeding heart judicial system will just give them the lengthy sentence they so richly deserve, I won't have to get my gloves dirty smashing their ugly faces in over and over again."

Ms Americana pushed the door open and stepped in.

"Halt, miscreants! Justice has arrived!"

"Yikes!" Billy Joe cried, spinning around with his pistol. He pulled the trigger, but at the same time Hank spun around and bumped into his gun hand. The shot went wild. "Oh shit, it's Ms Americana."

Dejected, both men lowered their guns. The pistols were useless against her as long as she wore that damned golden power belt.

"Good, for once you boys are doing the right thing and surrendering without a fight," Ms Americana said, stepping towards them with a smug smile.

What none of them realized was that Billy Joe's shot hit the door frame just right, breaking the top hinge. The store clerk noticed the danger first, and pointed at the door and opened his mouth to call a warning. Too late.

"Call the police, because these boys are going to get what they so richly deserv…Ugh!" Ms Americana cried, as the heavy steel and glass door slammed into the back of her head. It was not a debilitating blow, but forced her forward unbalanced. Arms cart-wheeling, she stumbled towards Billy Joe and Hank. Hank reacted quickly, bringing his pistol around to smash into the side of her beautiful face. Billy Joe's pistol hit her a second later on the other side of her head. "Uuuugggghhh."

Super heroines in general, and Ms Americana in particular, could take a licking and keep on ticking, but even she had her limits. Those three hard blows left her on her knees, head spinning. Then Billy Joe reached down to the small of her back, and unfastened her power belt.

"No! Give that back," she groaned.

Billy Joe laughed as he rolled the belt up, and threw it to the far corner of the store.

"We defeated Ms Americana," Hank said.

"You know what that means, right?" Billy Joe said, grinning lecherously.

"Party in her bootie time."

Hank grabbed a fistful of silky black hair, and jerked the sexy super heroine to her stiletto heeled feet. At six one, and in five inch heels, she was just as tall as the men. Billy Joe pulled Ms Americana's hands back and bound them behind her back with his own belt. At the same time, Hank yanked off her top and released her legendary globes.

"Holy shit, Americana, got milk?"

"This is wrong, and I might add -- illegal," Ms Americana said, her dizziness starting to fade. "Release me, and I might put in a good word for you to the judge."

"So generous," Billy Joe sneered. He cupped a massive tit, hefting it with awe in his eyes. "But not as generous as these titties. Wow."

Hank grabbed a big handful of sweet round ass. "She's got a generous bootie, too. I love me some hot bootie action."

Before the statuesque super heroine realized what was happening, Billy Joe had both hands mauling her magnificent pair, while rubbing his ill-shaven face all over her smooth titty flesh, between the tits and taking time to nibble and suck on her engorged nipples. Meanwhile, Hank had dropped to his knees behind her, and was doing the same to her sweet round butt.

She struggled valiantly for a few moments, until Hank pulled her thong bottoms down her long, long legs. Her full red lips parted slightly and her baby blues closed as she softly gasped when Hank’s finger penetrated her cunt lips. Using two fingers, he finger fucked her while continuing his face rubbing and nibbling of her satiny smooth butt cheeks. After a couple more minutes he began rubbing her engorged and hyper sensitive clit.

"You will pay for this outrage, this Americana swears!" Ms Americana cried, then her baby blues widened. That dreaded feeling of heat and wetness started in her pussy, with butterflies coming alive deep in her belly. “If you stop and release me now, I’ll try to get you a lighter sentence.”

“Who said big titted bimbos were mean,” Billy Joe said, and they laughed. “Take Ms Americana here, she is so sweet to us, smells great and tastes even better.”

Billy Joe hefted one massive tit, cupped in both hands, and sucked in a hard, erect nipple. He kissed, licked and sucked on it, then nibbled a bit before giving it a playful, but hard, bite.

"Ouch! Don't bite my sensitive nipples, pig!" she cried. Then she jumped, "Don't bite my butt, either, you morons."

"Find something to shut her up with," Hank said, nibbling on the softest, smoothest ass he ever enjoyed.

"I got just the thing," Billy Joe said. "I've wanted to do this for years."

"What? Don't you dare disrespect me," she said.

He laughed, grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her in for a deep, deep kiss.

"Mmmmggghhhh!"

His tongue forced its way deep into her mouth. Before she knew it, the voluptuous vigilante was forced to tongue tango with the offensive miscreant. To her shame, her body, not HER, but her traitorous body, enjoyed the kiss way too much. Then using his left hand at the back of her head, he kept her in the kiss while his right hand dropped down to molest her titanic tits some more.

"Sweet," Hank said, laughing. He stood up and dropped his pants. Grabbing her well rounded hips, he pulled her ass to him and guided his cock up to, and thrust into her ass hole.

"Uuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed into Billy Joe's mouth. The pain was incredible, but after a few strokes in and out, the pain quickly began fading to be replaced by the pleasure she dreaded even more. “Uuuuuuggghhhhh.”

Suddenly, Billy Joe released her full kissable lips, stepped back and unzipped. He pulled out a cock even bigger than Hank’s, and grabbed two big handfuls of silky soft hair. Ms Americana’s eyes went wide and her mouth formed a perfect “O” as she realized what he wanted her to do. A second later the sexy super heroine’s head was yanked down to his crotch, and his cock slipped between those glossy red lips.

“Uuuummmmm,” she groaned, feeling stupid and disrespected.

“Oh God,” Hank cried. “I…can’t….hold….aaagggghhhh.”

Ms Americana’s baby blues widened, feeling him fill her butt with hot cum. It pushed her up to the brink of climax herself. The beautiful super heroine fought her body’s need for divine release valiantly, and it was a desperate fight, too. Aphrodite’s Blessing gave her the superior body needed to be a super heroine, but it was also her ultimate curse. An orgasm would rob her of all of her advantages, and leave her a panting whore in her enemies’ power. A freshly climaxed Aphrodite woman was very, very open to suggestion, and eager to please.

“Cops!” Hank cried.

“Oh shit,” Billy Joe said. “I have to…finish….uuuggghhh.”

Ms Americana felt her cheeks balloon when his cum filled her mouth. She gulped it down as he pulled out, and was licking her lips, smiling at having avoided climaxing, as the police rushed in.

“Looking good, Americana,” a cop said, smirking.

“You’re a funny man,” Ms Americana said, scowling at them. She extended her arms straight back, showing him her wrists were bound. “Can we just cut the crap for once, and release me?”

“No can do, Americana,” he said. “The Sergeant will be here shortly, and he can order you released. We have to maintain the integrity of the crime scene, you know.”

“Yeah, right,” she said, face bright red.

What she knew was the cops let every other cop within ten miles come over and gawk at her nakedness, including detectives, crime scene investigators, etc, etc, etc…, BEFORE releasing her from bondage and letting her go. They did it every time, to every heroine. They were one and all, pigs.

It was an hour before the Sergeant arrived. By that time half the force had arrived to gawk at her and make crude jokes. The two robbers were taken away, where she understood they would be treated like kings by the other criminals. Catching and fucking a super heroine gave got them huge street cred, especially if that super heroine was Ms Americana.

Finally released, she left after giving a statement. She felt dirty, so headed for her downtown penthouse for a quick shower. But as she passed a high rise luxury condo building she glanced up to the fourth floor and spotted a familiar figure.

“Esha! I got you now,” she said, skidding to a halt.

Esha was riffling through a chest of drawers, with the light on and before a floor to ceiling window. So arrogant! There was no mistaking it was the infamous cat burglar, either. Esha wore her legendary black mask, opera gloves and black leather bikini and stiletto pumps.

“Oh, that’s Tanya’s condo,” she said. “I wonder where Tanya is? Probably out on patrol as Got Gal. Won’t she be surprised when I catch Esha in her home.”

The elderly doorman was missing, so she had to force open the front door. That wasn’t all bad, because that act would set off the alarms and the police would soon arrive to haul Esha off. So Ms Americana raced up the stairs, since she didn’t want to wait on the elevators.

Tanya’s front door was unlocked. Ms Americana slipped in silently. She paused to listen. Someone was moaning softly, and it took a second to realize it was Tanya. A perfectly plucked black brow lifted as a tiny smile curled her full red lips. Esha always seriously molested any pretty woman she caught.

As she listened, Esha walked out of the bedroom with a black sack full of loot. The beautiful blonde cat burglar glanced toward the door and did a double-take. For a second the two beauties stared at each other. Then Esha turned and ran. There was another door into the condo, so Ms Americana raced after her.

In the middle of the living room, Ms Americana caught up, dropped low and kicked Esha’s feet out from under her at a full run. That move forced the sexy super heroine to spin around, and she immediately leapt up and backwards, executing a perfect flip above the sprawled out burglar. Then her red stiletto boots landed with a CRACK to either side of Esha’s head.

“Caught you, Esha,” Ms Americana said, reached down and yanked her to her feet by her silky blonde hair. The busty bombshell of a vigilante slammed a fist into Esha’s unprotected belly, doubling her up. “That was for last time we tangled, where you chloroformed me, removed my top and tied me up, before strap-on fucking me.” She slammed another fist into Esha’s belly. “And that is for leaving me trussed up like a bondage whore for the police to find.”

“Glad to hear you appreciate all my efforts to reward the boys in blue for all of their hard work,” Esha groaned out. Then she quickly reached around Ms Americana’s waist, grabbed the golden power belt in both hands, and pulled it off before the sexy super heroine even realized anything amiss. “Why don’t we do it again?”

“Hey! Give that back!”

Instead, Esha kneed Ms Americana in the groin. That doubled up the sexy uber babe. Esha grabbed a fistful of soft black hair, and ran Ms Americana straight into the thick glass, floor to ceiling window. It cracked, but didn’t break entirely.

“You’re still here?” Esha said, eyeing the one crack with disgust. “I guess you want more of my special attention.”

“What I want is for you to shut up and surrender,” Ms Americana said, suddenly backhanding the sexy burglar.

Esha was spun around by the force of the blow. Ms Americana moved in to finish her off, but Esha spun completely around and slapped the power belt across Ms Americana’s face.

“Uugghh,” she cried, stumbling back. Esha rushed her, yanked off her strapless, red, white and blue top, and then KICKED her in the left tit. “Ouch! Great Liberty, I’m going…Ouch! Stop twisting my nipple!”

“Make me, Ameri-twit. I’m going to…Uggh!”

Ms Americana cut off her yammering by head-butting the beautiful cat burglar. Esha stumbled back onto the couch, looking dazed. Ms Americana rubbed her brutalized tits a long second, amazed how sensitive they always were. Then in a fit of anger, she kicked Esha in the chin. The cat burglar was out cold.

Hearing Tanya’s low moans again, she paused. She had to release her friend immediately. But first, she had to redress and clean herself up. She didn’t want Tanya to see her too bedraggled. It was best if Tanya thought she defeated Esha easily. So she retrieved her top and power belt. Then she headed back to Tanya’s bedroom.

“Tanya? Are you back here? Are you all right?” Ms Americana said, as she stepped into the bedroom. The sight before her brought her up short. She found the missing doorman. “Great Liberty, how rude!”

Gus, the sixty-eight year old African American doorman was stripped naked and tied spread-eagle on Tanya’s bed face up. Tanya was stripped to just a pair of bright white stiletto pumps, and positioned on top of poor Gus. Her wrists were bound behind her back. Esha had forced Tanya to go down on Gus’s massive cock, then tied her so that her head could only come up halfway, thus allowing her to “bob” on his cock. Her ankles were tied to his wrists, and her pussy was thrust into his mouth. There was a vibrating dildo on HIGH shoved into her butt hole, and Gus was eating her out with some enthusiasm. Poor Tanya’s Aphrodite gene had kicked in, and she was sucking Gus off eagerly.

“Not as rude as what I’ll do to your fat ass,” Esha growled from behind her.

Her long black hair was jerked back, forcing her head way back. Esha karate chopped her neck.

“Ack!” Ms Americana fell to her knees, struggling to breathe.

“Arrogant bitch,” Esha said. “I’m Aphrodite, too. I can take just as much punishment, if not more, as you, and come back kicking.” She pressed a cloth soaked in chloroform over Ms Americana’s mouth and nose. “Now go nightie-night, and when you wake up I’ll be strap-on fucking your fat ass like a mo-fo.”

Instead, the sexy super heroine drove a brutal elbow into Esha’s belly. The shapely cat burglar fell away, and Ms Americana rose unsteadily to her red booted feet. She grabbed Esha by the hair on the back of her head, and by her sweet round butt. Lifted her up, and threw the beautiful criminal into the nearest wall. Then she yanked the softly sobbing cat burglar to her feet, and ran her head first into a floor to ceiling window.

“Two cracks,” Ms Americana said, smirking. “I guess I throw harder.”

“No,” Esha gasped out, on hands and knees at Americana’s feet. “I have a harder head, you mush brained super slut.”

She pounded a fist into Ms Americana’s cunt. As the sexy super heroine doubled up, she jumped to her feet and kneed Ms Americana in the face. The voluptuous vigilante reeled backwards to be stopped by the wall.

The sound of police sirens filled the air. Red and blue lights could be seen flashing in the windows, though the actual squad cars were four stories down and unseen. Ms Americana did not want to be rescued by the police a second time in one night. So when Esha came in to finish her off, the vivacious vigilante threw a vicious right cross at her beautiful face.

“Gotcha, Ms Sleepytime,” Esha said, catching her wrist, and twisting it behind Ms Americana’s back. Ms Americana growled, face thrust into the wall, as she struggled to break free. But Esha wasn’t having it. She pressed the chloroform cloth into her victim’s beautiful masked face. “That’s it, breathe it all in, Americana. You stuck up idiot.”

Ms Americana felt her face heating up as she realized Esha had gotten the drop on her, and once again defeated her in personal battle. To add insult on top of injury, the police would soon be up there and she’d be humiliated AGAIN.

The hapless heroine struggled weakly, unable to break free due to the effects of chloroform. She had no resistance to that insidious drug at all.

“Good girl,” Esha purred as Ms Americana’s baby blues fluttered and finally rolled up. After one last soulful sigh, the Queen of Justice completely relaxed and was out cold.

Esha quickly bound Ms Americana’s wrists, then hung her by her wrists from the living room chandelier, with her red booted feet just an inch off the floor. She pulled off the red, white and blue top, yanked her matching thong bottoms down around her knees.

“What a pretty sight,” Esha said. She collected her ill-gotten loot, and headed out the door. Glancing back at Ms Americana hanging there, just starting to wake up, “The police always appreciate my little gifts, anyway. Ta-ta, twit.”

Amazingly, it took the police forty minutes to finally find out which condo was being robbed. Imagine their delight in finding the legendary Queen of Justice hanging topless in the living room, and Delta City’s top news anchor bound up tight and giving an amazing BJ to the doorman. It took another hour for all the cops to parade through for their unofficial “viewing” of the sexy and helpless heroine, before the Sergeant arrived and laughingly ordered her released.

Almost too humiliated to speak, Ms Americana gave her statement and left.

Americana’s humiliation quickly turned to anger, then rage. How dare them do such vile things to her! To HER, Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice, the premier super heroine in Delta City. It was beyond comprehensible. She would have the last laugh. Ms Americana would have her vengeance.

“Perfect,” she said, hitting the breaks. In her anger, Ms Americana had missed her turn to head home for the night. Instead, she’d driven into Delta City’s most decadent, most depraved district. Sugar Town was a growing red light district next to downtown. It catered to the base desires of horny men. It’s existence was an insult to all women, and she despised it and all of its denizens. And one of the men that topped her list of hated Sugar Town inhabitants stood within her sight. Kid Rotten was a ruthless pimp. “Kicking pimp butt always makes me feel better.”

She hid her car in a dark alley, and ran around the block to come up behind Kid. He was too busy lording over his hookers to notice her sneaking up behind him.

“Tammy Jo! Get your white ass upstairs with that nice man,” Kid called. “If he wants to butt fuck you, then let him. Idiot girl. You’re just wasting good fucking time by arguing.”

“You sick bastard!” Ms Americana cried, racing out of the night shadows. “How dare you treat her so disrespectfully.”

“Oh shit…ugh!” he cried, as he turned around and got a right cross to the kisser.

He looked like he was down for the count, so Ms Americana turned on the would-be butt fucking john. He was a tall, skinny middle-aged man in a crumpled suit and tie. His eyes widened, and a second later her turned and ran. She smirked and wagged her brows at the enraged hooker.

“Get a real job, missy,” Ms Americana said. “I’m shutting this street down.”

“Over my dead body,” Kid said with a strained voice.

Ms Americana turned to face the hated pimp. Kid was tall and lean, wearing his trademark purple suit and bowler. Though garish, it was very expensive. Even his Cadillac was painted purple.

He rose slowly to his feet and rubbed his jaw. That pleased her. Hurting pimps was good. Kid Rotten didn’t look too pleased, though. As usual, he looked pissed. She had that effect on pimps and other miscreants.

“Having one of those nights, Kid?” she taunted.

“Was, but it’s looking up now,” he said. Kid looked her up and down slowly, and looked quite impressed. “Most of my girls got picked up by Vice earlier, but I bet a sexy super heroine like you could more than make up what they aren’t here to earn.”

Though the comment enraged her, Ms Americana smiled and said, “Of course. Everyone knows super heroines do EVERYTHING better than other women. But we both know that I am a superior woman, and therefore above such base, crass activities. And you aren’t man enough to force me into prostitution.”

“Oh, a challenge. I’m up to the task.”

“No, you’re up for a major butt whipping,” she said. Her baby blues narrowed and her red gloved hands balled up into fists. “And I’m just the woman to give it to you.”

“Yeah, you’re going to give it to me. I can hardly wait for you to give up that sweet victory shot of ass,” he said. “I still have sweet dreams of last time we fought, and I whipped your ass good, and then fucked you stupid. Remember? How many times did you come? Ten? Twelve times?”

Of course she remembered. It was hard to forget such a profound defeat and humiliation. After he thoroughly tamed her on the hood of his Cadillac, Kid forced her to all fours on the sidewalk and let men run two trains on her butt and mouth, charging five dollars a shot. Some sleazy bastard video taped the incident and posted it on YouTube.

Thoughts of that vile night fired up her body. Her pussy started to tingle, and she felt her nipples harden. Everything on her became super sensitive, and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down.

“Wow, look at that. Your legendary headlights just turned on,” Kid said, pointing at her nipples very obviously erect under her skimpy top. “Hell, you’re hornier than even me!”

“How dare you!” Ms Americana cried. “I’ll teach you some respect!”

They lunged at each other. Ms Americana felt her confidence rise. For once Kid wasn’t running. The fool thought he was a match for HER. She prepared to grab his arm when he darted to the side.

“Huh?” she said, stumbling to a stop. Kid dropped low and kicked her feet away, dumping the busty heroine on her titanic tits. “Ugh!”

Kid leapt on her back, grabbed her chin and pulled back brutally. That put enormous and dangerous strain on the poor heroine’s neck. Kid was a strong man, and could conceivably break her neck even while she wore the power belt. Desperate, she mindlessly kicked her booted feet as her red gloved hands seized and slowly pulled his hands away.

“You cannot defeat the Queen of Justice,” she said, then flipped Kid off. She jumped to her feet and kicked at his head. Kid ducked to avoid her foot, and then kicked her other foot away. The sexy super heroine fell on her firm round butt beside him. “Ouch!”
Kid drove the heel of his foot into her chin, sprawling the sexy vigilante vixen out, head spinning. Before she knew what was happening, Kid rolled her onto her belly, and ripped off her power belt. Then he grabbed the back of her head and slammed it straight down into the concrete three times.

Ms Americana was out cold, arms and legs thrown wide.

“Well,” Kid said, sitting on Ms Americana sweet round butt as he huffed and puffed. “That was fun. Whew.”

“Wow, Kid, you’re the best,” Bambi said. The perky five foot one blonde in a sexy school girl outfit and pink stiletto pumps lifted Ms Americana’s head to ensure she really was out. “What’re you going to do with her now? She always escapes.”

“I’ll completely tame the stuck up bitch this time,” Kid said, chest puffing out.

“Why don’t you just unmask her,” Bambi said. “If you know who she is then you own her. Don’t you think?”

“But then she’ll stop being Ms Americana to me, and just be some bimbo in a mask and costume,” he said. He frowned down at the unconscious super heroine a long moment. “But, I guess you’re right. But it’ll take all the fun out of fucking her.”

Bambi rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically.

“Okay, how about this. You fuck her into la-la land, tame her, and then unmask her,” Bambi said. “Then you get to tame whoever she is in real life, too.”

“Hey, from the mouth of babes,” Kid said, looking Bambi up and down with appreciation. “And you are one hot babe, too.”

“Thanks for noticing,” she said with a wink.

Kid got some rope out of his trunk, while Bambi removed her top and bottoms. He tied Ms Americana’s ankles to her upper thighs to immobilize her deadly legs. After that, he crossed her wrists behind her back and tied them together. That done, he ball-gagged her and tossed her trussed up on the trunk of his car, facing forward.

The helpless heroine’s pussy and ass were exposed and ready for easy exploitation by wicked men eager for some super heroine carnal knowledge. He fingered her bikini waxed pussy, making jokes about how wet she was before he even started. As he probed her twat and ass with his fingers, she began to moan and groan.

“Time to wake up Lil Miss Fuckmeat,” Kid said, pulling out his massive cock. He guided his cock up to her glistening pussy lips, and slowly pushed inside her. He reveled in his penetration of the legendary “superior woman” who so adamantly advocated chastity and virtue. She sharply sucked in a deep breath through her nose and her eyes popped open. “Welcome back to the wicked world of whoredom, Ms Ameri-whore.”

Kid started slamming his bitch taming cock into the hapless heroine. Her baby blues were wide in disbelief. After all that happened to her earlier in the night, she had absolutely no resistance left. Kid quickly brought her body to an erotic boil. The sexy super heroine panted furiously through her nose as he fucked her brainless. She fought the good fight to keep that powerful taming climax at bay, but she was only human. Even a super heroine had her limits.

The street people watching held their breath, mesmerized by the glorious sight before them. They all hated her with a passion, and dreamed of that day. The day Ms Americana finally fell into the gutter with them.

“Let’s sing to Ms Americana’s defeat,” Bambi said. “I’ll start it.”

“Aaaah, taming we will go, a-taming we will go,

“Fuck Ms Americana into oblivion, a-taming we will go!

“Hi ho Ameri-ho, is joining us today!”
The others joined in and they sang merrily as Kid fucked her stupid, beating her evaporating emotional defenses down and crushing her will. Ms Americana fought that taming climax harder than she’d ever fought before. She absolutely could NOT fall a third time in one night. “Third time’s the charm,” kept going through her head, and she feared Kid might very well destroy her completely if she failed. Unfortunately for the buxom beauty, the longer she held the climax off, the more powerful it became, the more devastating its effect on her emotionally, mentally and physically would be. She understood that, but she had to try.

“Oh yeah!” Kid cried, emptying his cock deep inside her cunt. “Oh, that feels sooo good, so right.”

The street people cheered and laughed. Ms Americana rejoiced, too. She had done it! She held out longer than Kid. She defeated him sexually for the first time ever. The busty heroine felt so good about herself, felt so confident in ultimate victory. Then he surprised her.

“That ass hole is begging for some of my manly attention,” Kid said, and shoved his rock hard cock up her butt.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried. Kid reached around her, and grabbed her massive tits. Mauling them more than fondling, he started fucking her butt hard and fast. Ms Americana was not prepared for that new attack. Her baby blues were wild as she felt her last shred of self control slip away, and the Granddaddy of all Orgasm come rushing down at her. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ugh! Ugh! Uuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“The bitch taming has begun!” Kid cried. “Look out you sleazy gutter scum, here CUMS Ms Americana!”

That orgasm seared her beautiful mind. Ms Americana was no longer coherent. She was the mindless fuck meat Kid wanted her to be, he just didn’t know it yet. She grunted with every deep thrust, and groaned on the backstrokes. Kid, and the street people, savored the sound of her defeat; the squishing sound of his thick cock sliding in and out of her butt, the sweet slap of sweaty flesh as his hips hit her firm round buttocks over and over, and the grunts and groans of the sexy vanquished vigilante.

Kid fucked Ms Americana like that, switching between her ass and pussy every five minutes or so, until he couldn’t keep it up any more. He pulled out of an exhausted, utterly spent superior woman, her spectacular body dripping profusely with sweat. Then the men lined up for their shots, with Kid collecting twenty dollars from each. That lasted another two hours.

“Now, Ms Americana will perform her last act as a super heroine, as the Queen of Justice,” Kid said. “After she TURNS A TRICK, I will unmask her in front of you all.”

Ms Americana was untied and Kid helped her back into her costume, including the power belt. Bambi objected, until Kid explained that she was unable to use the power the belt provided after being climaxed. Now the belt was just a fashion accessory.

Ms Americana stood up on wobbly legs. Street people formed a half-circle around her. To her back was a wall, and the opening into a dark alley. That alley looked so inviting, but her chances of actually escaping were slim to none.

“Who wants to fuck Ms Americana for FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS,” Kid said, and received lots of groans of despair. Few of them could afford that much. But a few could. All were big, unsavory looking men. Most of them Ms Americana had captured and sent to jail at one time. All wanted revenge. “Okay, Ms Americana, pick the man you will fuck for money.”

Instead, Ms Americana pointed over the top of the crowd. “Ask the police instead.”

Everyone gasped and spun around. There was no cop there. Meanwhile, Ms Americana dashed to the alley and vanished inside. Seconds later, she heard them cry out in rage and come after her. Rounding a corner, she spotted a trash dumpster and dived in. The sexy Queen of Justice quickly covered herself with sticky, nasty trash, and the angry mob rushed past. She gave it a long moment before she cautiously peeked out. The way was clear.

In the distance she heard the smashing of windows, and the pounding on metal.

“They found my car. Dang it. I guess I’ll have to walk,” she said, heading for her penthouse in downtown.

Two streets over she stepped out of another alley and ran straight into a group of frat boys. Very drunk frat boys, too.

“Wahoo, take a gander at that whore, boys,” one of them said.

They were all small, chubby geeky looking college boys. Ms Americana sneered at them. But when she turned to walk away one of them grabbed her wrist and spun her back around. Oh, that pissed her off. Manhandled by a geek?

“Unhand me, boy,” she said, scowling at him.

“Ooh, listen to the hooker roar,” he said. He held up a twenty. “Drop and suck me off, ho.”

“What?” Ms Americana said, shocked. They thought she was a hooker? Couldn’t they see her costume? “What makes you morons think I’m a hooker?”

“We seen you over on 69^th Street fucking all comers,” another frat boy said. “Get it? All CUMMERS. Funny, huh?”

“Get away from me, you freaks,” she said, pushing the frat boy holding her wrist. He tripped and fell. The others cried out, and one of them pounded a fist into her cheek. “Ugh.”

Ms Americana fell to one knee. She was so weak it was scary. For the first time in her career, the legendary Ms Americana didn’t have the strength of body or will to fight off a small group of geeks. Very angry and determined geeks.

“Get her,” one said.

Ten geeky frat boys leapt on the hapless heroine, who they thought was a skanky hooker dressed up as Ms Americana. She tried to fight back, but they easily subdued the de-powered crime fighter, and dragged her back into the alley. Her costume came off fast. First her top, then her bottoms.

“Oh, you slimy geeks!” she cried, held down spread eagle by four of them, while the first geek crawled between her legs. He wasted no time mounting her. “Ooooh. I can’t believe…oooh…..so….wrong…Ooooooh.”

He humped her like a little lap dog humping a leg. Fast and furious, short and sweet. He might have lasted two minutes before creaming her cunt. The second frat boy went just as fast, but the third thoroughly fucked her.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh Goddess, I am tamed again,” she cried.

“Fucking A right you are,” he said, and creamed her pussy.

The geeky frat boys all took their turns between her shapely legs, and fucked her stupid in the process. Ms Americana was left a panting, gasping mess in the middle of that dark alley as the frat boys all circled her and beat off. A few moments later she felt hot cum raining down on her, from head to toe. Most of them aimed for her jostling tits.

“Does that make her a circle jerk whore?” one said, and they all laughed as they zipped up. “Pay the whore for her time, boys.”

They all pulled out twenties, and tossed them on her as they left, laughing and joking.

Ms Americana fell asleep, totally spent. She wasn’t sure how long she slept, but it was still dark when a booted foot nudged her left hip. Her baby blues popped open, afraid she’d find Kid Rotten, or another pimp, leering down at her. She didn’t have the strength to fight anyone else off.

“Thank the Goddess,” Ms Americana sighed with relief. Got Gal, Green Spectre and Lady Midnight stood around her. “Where have you three been all my life?”

“We were out looking for Esha,” Got Gal said, scowling. Ms Americana remembered what Esha did you Got Gal’s alter ego, and didn’t blame her. “We thought you went home. What happened to you?”

“Is that cum slathered all over you?” Green Spectre said, lovely face screwed up.

“Uh, yes. I’m afraid it is.” Ms Americana propped herself up on her elbows and looked her desecrated body over with distaste. “I’ve had one of those nights.”

THE END