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

Ms Americana is the creation of Mr. X, while Lady Jihad is my own creation.

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MS AMERICANA: SPINNING OUT OF CONTROL

By Dark One

It was early morning and another beautiful day. Ms Americana stood behind Flag Girl as her teenage sidekick took a turn at studying the farmhouse. The dark-haired Queen of Justice wore her trademark costume: star spangled bikini, red gloves, red high-heeled calf boots, blue choker with the star, tiara and blue star spangled mask. Flag Girl wore a slightly more modest version of Americana's costume; instead of a French cut bikini she wore red and white striped micro mini and strapless blue, star spangled halter. The blonde teen's mask and choker were blue, while her opera gloves and calf-high boots were bright red. Her Flag Girl power belt rode low on her flaring hip, just above the skintight skirt.

"Wow, Ms A, it feels good to finally catch up with this gang of miscreants," Flag Girl said, eyes flashing.

They were at a remote farmhouse, deep in the woods. The aforementioned miscreants were Spin Doctor and his henchmen, the Spinners. They had enjoyed a six month crime spree across the country, stealing priceless antiques and treasures. Everything they stole, though, spun in some manner. Spin Doctor had a thing for spinning things, preferably jewel encrusted. Three weeks earlier he and his gang reached Delta City and stole the Ramblin Top from the museum. Ms Americana and Flag Girl had been pursuing them ever since.

"That's right, my young friend. Today, we teach Spin Doctor and his henchmen a lesson," she said. "His crime spree spins to a stop here in Delta City."

"He'll wish he never came to our town," Flag Girl said, grinning.

"Follow me," Ms Americana said, ready to put an end to this.

As they crept across the deserted farmyard, and up to the back door of the two story, weathered farmhouse, Ms Americana couldn't help but be pleased. Together, without any police help, she and Flag Girl had accomplished what the top dozen largest, most celebrated police departments across the country, including the FBI, had failed to do. They had tracked down and cornered Spin Doctor and his gang. The press conference for this nab would be sweet indeed.

"The fools," Ms Americana whispered with a contemptuous sneer. "They didn't even lock the back door. The arrogance of criminals is astounding, Flag Girl. More often than not, that is their ultimate downfall."

Flag Girl shook her head woefully, her silky blonde ponytail swinging prettily.

They slipped inside stealthily. Not a sound came from their entrance. But Spin Doctor and his men were partying so loud and hard they probably didn't have anything to worry about. Ms Americana couldn't believe the racket the criminals were making as the sexy pair moved across the kitchen to the door. Standing to either side of the kitchen door, they listened a long moment and grinned with wicked glee.

"Fast and furious, Flag Girl. Just like we practice it," Ms Americana said. "They won't know what hit them."

She watched her sexy sidekick take an aggressive stance, delicate gloved hands curled into tight fists. Without the power belt Flag Girl wore those fists weren't much of a threat, but with the super human strength the belt provided she was more than a match for any man. Likewise, Ms Americana knew her own power belt gave her a tremendous advantage over the overconfident thugs they dealt with. Those men in the next room didn't stand a chance against the pair of them.

"Now!"

Together, the super heroines charge through the door and into the living room. Seven men suddenly stopped laughing and stood gawking at them. Ms Americana noted with a knowing smirk that every single pair of eyes quickly settled on her magnificent 44DDs. As always.

"Surrender, Spin Doctor," Ms Americana demanded. Her blue eyes flashed with arrogant triumph as she locked her gaze on the thieves' leader. He was a tall, dark haired man with brown eyes and an average face. He looked fit, with a medium build and no excess fat she could see right off. "You're under arrest. Be smart and let's do this the intelligent way."

"Surrender? To a pair of underdressed bimbos? I think not, Ms Americana!" he shouted. "Get them!"

Ms Americana grinned. Deep down, she really did want them to fight. Fighting was her only outlet. Her power belt, as did Flag Girl's belt, used her pent up sexual frustrations to give her super strength. Fighting was the best way to burn off some of that frustration without de-powering herself. And the fact they were criminals just made it all the sweeter.

Seven men charge them. Four headed straight for Ms Americana; the other three went for the smaller Flag Girl. Spin Doctor incensed Ms Americana by avoiding her to fight her sidekick.

"Come to me, Spin Doctor!" Ms Americana cried, glaring daggers at him across the room. But she had her hands full.

"First I want to stick my pole up your Flag Girl and see if she salutes!" he said, leering at the teenage super heroine with lusty eyes.

"How dare you!" Flag Girl cried, outraged.

Flag Girl charged them. She ducked under the outstretched arms of the first thug, then dropped low and kicked the second in the knee. She sprang at Spin Doctor, taking him completely by surprise.

"Take that, miscreant!" she cried, laying a right across his chin.

That super powered fist spun Spin Doctor completely around. He staggered and fell onto the couch. But she had little time to enjoy her victory, for the first thug was back. He charged in from behind and wrapped his arms around her, just below her 36DD breasts. Flag Girl was easily lifted off the ground and held kicking and screaming. The second thug quickly materialized, limping, to leer at her.

"Time to take the flag down, bitch," he growled and reached for her tight halter top.

"Not this time, miscreant!" she snapped, then kicked him in the side of the head.

He collapsed, but she noticed Spin Doctor struggling to his feet not ten feet away. He was glaring hatefully at her, wiping a trickle of blood off the side of his mouth. So Flag Girl took a deep breath and spread her arms with all of her super strength. She slowly but surely started pushing her captor's arms away from around her.

"Shit," he cried and released her.

He quickly took a swing at her face, which she easily ducked. Flag Girl stepped to his weak side and punched him once, twice, three times in the face. He staggered back a step, but stayed on his feet, so she leapt high and kicked him straight up into the chin. The thief was unconscious before he hit the floor.

"Back for more, Spin Doctor?" Flag Girl said, grinning wickedly at him.

Spin Doctor swallowed hard, then turned and ran.

"He's getting away, Ms Americana!"

Without thought, Flag Girl took off after him.

# # #

Ms Americana didn't have time to worry about Flag Girl and Spin Doctor once the four thugs reached her. It took all of her considerable martial skills and super power to fend off their initial charge. She was almost bowled over, but quickly regained her composure and advantage.

By moving back and forth, making them get into each other's way, she kept them off balance and confused. Then she got the first thug one-on-one, the other three behind him. He was too dense to realize his mistake, and had the audacity to think he could stand against her as an equal. A kick to the temple, followed by a quick series of punches to the face and belly, left him writhing and groaning miserably on the floor.

Ms Americana jumped over him, surprising the other three who split in different directions to avoid her legendary strength. She kicked low and took out the feet of one before he could completely turn around, then seized him by the hair before his head bounced the second time. By his hair, Ms Americana picked him up and started to spin. The other two tried to get at her, but were kept at bay. She grinned, then released him once she got him to full speed. The unfortunate thug flew into, and swept away one of his cohorts. Together, they smashed into the wall with loud grunts of pain and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Three down, one to go," Ms Americana said, taking an arrogant stance before him.

That's when Flag Girl cried out that Spin Doctor was escaping and took off after him.

# # #

Flag Girl almost laughed with joy. Spin Doctor was running! She had defeated him and made him turn tail and run. He would be the laughing stock of prison, for she would be sure everyone knew what a coward he truly was.

Glancing at Ms Americana, she saw her down to her last man. She would finish him off quickly and follow. So she took off after Spin Doctor. Above all else, he could not escape justice today.

"Come back here, coward," Flag Girl called as he ran into the dark hallway behind him.

He said nothing, but ran even faster as she followed. Entering the room at the end of the hall, he closed and locked the door. Flag Girl cried out in rage and started kicking the door next to the knob. The third kick smashed it open.

She found only an open trapdoor in the center of the room. Rushing to it, she looked down in time to see him at the bottom, entering a door. Flag Girl didn't waste any time. She descend that ladder quickly. It was fastened to the side of the round hole most of the way down, with the last ten feet able to slid up like a fire escape. She dropped the last ten feet to gain time.

As soon as she hit the floor the ladder sprang up and out of reach. She barely spared a glance at it.

"I'll worry about that after I catch Spin Doctor," she said, reaching for the door handle. "Locked! That won't stop me, Spin - Whoa!"

The room suddenly began to move. To spin, in fact. Flag Girl did a quick survey and realized her predicament. She was in a circular chamber, no wider than four feet across, and it was starting to spin faster and faster.

"I have to escape," she said, looking about with wild eyes.

The room was already spinning too fast for her to jump for the ladder ten feet above her head. With her power belt she could jump that high, but not from a spinning floor. So she decided the door was her only hope.

Lifting her right leg to kick at the door, Flag Girl promptly fell down. She was becoming dizzy. The room was spinning so fast now. Flag Girl was so disoriented, so dizzy. And the room spun even faster, causing her to slide to the wall and be pressed up against it.

"Stop! Please stop!" Flag Girl cried. "Ms Americana! Help me!"

The room came to an abrupt stop. Flag Girl kept moving, though, and was brutally hurled against the unyielding wall. Pain and darkness exploded behind her masked eyes. She was left sprawled at the base of the wall, moaning and groaning.

"Poor Flag Girl, her perfect little world seems to be spinning out of control," Spin Doctor said smugly as he and two thugs entered the room. "Grab her, boys, and bring her with us."

"No," she cried, and tried to stand.

Dizzy and weak, Flag Girl staggered and fell promptly. Everything was still spinning to her disoriented mind. She wasn't able to even stand up. The men laughed and each grabbed an arm. They hauled the sexy super heroine to her wobbly feet. Spin Doctor stepped up and punched her in the gut. Flag Girl doubled up in pain. Then his knee came up brutally and smashed into her face.

"Ouch, bet that hurt," he said, chuckling. "Let's have some fun, boys."

"No...wait," she gasped as she felt his hand at her back, unfastening her star spangled halter top.

Seconds later the overworked halter came loose and fell to the floor at her booted feet. Flag Girl stared at it in horror, just before Spin Doctor grabbed her by the pony tail and forced her to stand straight, showing her magnificent, naked tits to one and all.

"Wow, what a pair of melons this slut has," Spin Doctor exclaimed.

Flag Girl was hauled through the door kicking and scream, but still too dizzy and disoriented to do much else. Once inside the door, she found herself in a large laboratory filled with strange machines. Seconds later, she was forced to her knees before Spin Doctor.

He was looking at her with lusty eyes. And unfastening his zipper.

"Time to raise my pole, Flag Girl," he said.

"Nooooo - Mhuuugghhh!" she cried, as he shoved his cock in her mouth.

Flag Girl froze. She couldn't believe it. By opening her mouth to cry out, she gave him the opening he needed and wanted. Now she was kneeling before a vile criminal, with his cock in her mouth. And there wasn't anything she could do about it.

Where is Ms Americana! she thought desperately as he started pumping his dick in and out of her hot mouth.

"Not so cocky now, heh Flag Girl?"

"Mmmggghhh!"

While Spin Doctor fucked her face, the Spinners were busy as well. Flag Girl's arms were forced back, where they tied her wrists just above the opposite elbow. She could only gasp and groan in pain, her mouth overfull of cock. Then, to her horror, they unfastened her red and white striped, skintight skirt and pulled it down to her knees, exposing the lacy red thong beneath.

Ms Americana! she screamed in her mind.

But her super heroine mentor wasn't there to save her as the men literally ripped the lacy thong off her body and fought over the scraps. But they didn't fight long, for within seconds she felt hands on her satiny rump and sliding between her silky thighs.

Thick fingers quickly found her bikini waxed, close-cropped blonde twat. The miscreant rubbed her just right, as much as she hated to admit it, for she quickly became wet and ready. He didn't waste any time mounting her aching cunt, either.

"Hhghh!"

"Wow, the teen queen of mis-justice is a virgin!" he crowed. Then he thrust brutally, ripping through her virginity. Flag Girl's breath exploded out of her nose as her baby blues widened incredulously. The pain was intense. She gyrated her hips, trying in vain to dislodge the horrible, horrible man. "Daaammnn, Flag Twat is really getting into it!"

"Hhhgggghhhhfffff!" she cried angrily.

How humiliating! Flag Girl thought. They think I'm actually enjoying this! Oooo.

Something changed. The pain was slowly dissolving, and devolving into something else. Something unexpected. A pleasant tingle was starting to be felt deep in her belly. There was something about the double pumping action of the two men. The feel of that cock in her mouth, pushing down her throat with each stroke. And what he was doing to her pussy was indescribably, intolerably, sinisterly sweet.

I can't enjoy this!

Too late, and she knew it. The Spinner fucking her doggie style started pumping her twat faster, more frantically. She felt his cock swell even larger, grow even harder. Flag Girl realized he was going to ejaculate inside her. He was about to cum, and that single thought changed everything, emotionally and physically.

"Mmmmm," she groaned, eyes closed and arching her back.

Spin Doctor suddenly became frantic in his fucking, ramming his cock down her throat harder and faster, even as the Spinner increased his pace. Flag Girl was snorting through her nose, unable to get enough air to handle the abuse she was taking. She was so hot, so terribly hot and sweaty. Not enough air. And that feeling, so deep in her belly, so profound it started to consume her thoughts.

The tingle in her belly changed in to a warm rush. Then the Spinner shoved his cock all the way in and held it. She felt hot cum gush deep into her belly. She left his cock convulse inside her. And that pushed her over the edge.

The orgasm was soul searing. It was her first. And for a super heroine dependant on her power belt, it was devastating, emotionally and physically. Flag Girl silently cried out in despair as the next, and next waves of ecstasy swept through her shapely, tone body. It was eating up her pent up sexual energy, quickly depleting the energy needed to fuel her power belt.

Then Spin Doctor thrust deep and held it.

"Yes! Suck it all down, Fucked Girl," Spin Doctor cried lustily. "Suck me dry, slut."

The hot, sticky feel of his cum sent her over the edge again. Orgasm ravaged her super powered body as she swallowed and swallowed torrents of cum. Then, without bidding, Flag Girl licked Spin Doctor's semi-flaccid cock clean.

"A slut, indeed!" he crowed.

# # #

"Don't!" Ms Americana cries as Flag Girl vanishes inside the dark hallway. "Flag Girl!"

The man opposing her charged in, trying to take advantage of her distraction. Unfortunately, she was more distracted and off guard than she knew. His right fist caught her chin a glancing blow, but hard enough to snap her head to one side. She dropped low and kicked out in a great sweeping kick that took out his feet. But he was charging straight at her at high speed, so her tactic failed to save her. Instead, the burly Spinner fell on top of her.

"Ugggh!" she cried.

"Bitch," he growled. He tried to grab her, but she twisted and elbowed her way out from under him. "Slippery little thing, aren't you?"

"Surrender, miscreant," she demanded, blue eyes flashing angrily.

"Why? We have a six to one advantage."

Ms Americana slanted quick looks left and right. All six men were grinning at her. A couple were nursing injuries, but nothing too bad. And they had a dark, vengeful look in their eyes.

But my power belt increases my strength by ten, she thought, so they are no threat to me.

Threat or not, they were keeping her from Flag Girl. But her sexy sidekick was strong and cunning. She was sure Flag Girl could quickly and easily overpower and capture Spin Doctor. So it fell to her to subdue the other six arrayed before her.

"OK, boys, let's see what you got," Ms Americana said, grinning.

Three came at her at once, a good two steps in front of the other three. She darted right, causing all three to change directions sharply and taking away most of the impetus of their charge. Then cutting left, she drove straight into the tall blonde with a huge nose. She laid an elbow across the big nose, breaking it, and charged past as he screamed in pain. His scream startled the others, causing them to pause.

Ms Americana then punched the next man in the face, ducked under his arms, punching him in the ribs and stepped past him to confront the next one of Spin Doctor's Spinners. But the man she'd just stepped past, believing him stunned and out of it for a few minutes, turned around and clocked her in the back of the head. She staggered forward, shocked.

"Gotcha!" the third Spinner cried triumphantly, his thick arms enclosing her tightly, pinning her arms to her side.

"Let go of me!" she demanded imperiously, eyes flashing in rage.

He was a head taller than Ms Americana, and build burly and strong. She struggled in his arms a few seconds, then forced herself to calm down. Ms Americana knew he was no match for her superior strength. So she started forcing her arms away from her body, slowly pushing his away as well. Looking up smugly, she enjoyed the look of astonishment on his ugly face.

Then a fist hit her in the kidneys.

"Ugghh!" she cried, her strength vanishing instantly.

"Hit her again!" her captor said.

Someone behind her started pounding away at the small of her back. Ms Americana's head rolled back as she grimaced with pain, a low groan of pain coming from her ruby lips.

"I will not surrender!" she cried, and savagely head butted the man holding her.

He cried out and released his hold. Ms Americana spun, backhanding the man punching her back. Then she gut punched him, doubling him up, and finally finishing him off with a knee to the face.

Turning around, she was met with a roundhouse to the side of the head. The blow spun her around, where another man was waiting. He laid a right across her face, that spun her around again. Then a fist to the stomach dropped Ms Americana to her knees.

"Not so tough now, heh girlie?"

Gasping for breath and holding her belly, Ms Americana glance around. Two men were down, and four surrounded her. She only had seconds to move, or she'd be a goner.

"Don't even think about it," one man said, and kicked her in the face.

Stunned and woozy, Ms Americana felt two men lift her to her feet. Then all four of them started turning her around and around. Faster and faster, they forced her to spin. Soon, she was spinning too fast to make out faces or other objects in the room.

"Stop!" she cried. "I said....stop....it!"

And they did.

Ms Americana was left staggering around the room as they all laughed at her. They moved with her, to ensure they were always surrounding her. She tried to get to them, to smash in their too smug faces, but she couldn't stay on her feet. Ms Americana was too dizzy.

"You won't be needing this," one said, and ripped off her top.

"Give it back!"

She fell again. But she was starting to regain some of her equilibrium. It was only a matter of time, when....

"No!"

They lifted her up and started spinning her round and round again. Her stomach started to roll and twist, and they kept spinning her round and round. When they released her Ms Americana staggered and fell heavily amid their laughter.

"You bastard will pay for this," she growled as her bikini bottoms were pulled off next.

Her arms were pulled back and tied, wrists to elbows. That done, she was promptly lifted to her feet and pushed back and forth between the Spinners. Each man would catch her, fondly her naked 44DDs and push her to the next man. But before she could recover from her dizziness, they started spinning her around again.

"Aggghhhh!"

That time they spun her around a lot longer that the previous times. She was close to blacking out when a set of manly arms wrapped around her and seized her tits from behind.

"Ooooo."

The big burly man she head butted earlier suddenly appeared before her. He grabbed her by the head and pulled her ruby reds in for a long, lingering kiss. She struggled, wild-eyed, but to no avail.

"My victory kiss, Ms Ameri-cunt," he growled, grabbing her by the close-cropped, bikini waxed pubic hairs. "Take her down, boys. I'm first."

Ms Americana was dragged down to the floor. Big and burly quickly slid between her knees and unfastened his pants. She swallowed hard upon seeing the massive cock he sported. He grinned evilly at her.

"Time to take this bitch for a spin," he said.

He started fondling her perfect, globular tits as she lay writhing beneath his bulk. Ms Americana gasped and panted as he had his way with her tits. Her head was still spinning from the spinning they forced upon her. In some ways, she barely understood what was happening, and in others she understood with frightening clarity.

Soon, his thick fingers found her pussy. He had a deft touch for all of his size and violent nature. Humiliatingly, she was already wet by the time he got there. Everyone had a merry laugh about that, to her continued humiliation. But she soon forgot about humiliation and everything else, once he started rubbing her pussy lips, then slid into the slit.

"Ooooo," she groaned, eyes wide in disbelief. "Stop! You have to stop now!"

"Ms Ameri-slut!" another man laughed. "Look at her go."

She was gyrating her hips in a vain attempt to escape his maddening touch. But they were taking it wrong. Ms Americana didn't care. She was only wearing her boots, gloves and mask, and most importantly, her power belt. But if they made her climax, then she might as well take off the belt as well. She couldn't afford to lose her pent up sexual frustration now. It would be the end of her.

Then his thick finger slipped into her vagina and plunged deep.

"Aaaiiieee!"

Her back arched of its own accord. She couldn't stop it. He has her where he wanted her, bound and helpless, with another two men helping to hold her down. Her whole body quickly began to tingle with humiliating pleasure. Ms Americana couldn't believe it was happening to her.

Looking around, she saw five more sets of hungry eyes. Five eager men, some bloody and battered, waiting with baited breath for their turn. All were watching him work her over, watching with rapt faces all of her reactions. Two of the men were actually starting to drool.

"Ooooo.....Ahhhhhh," she groaned, tensing as his other hand came down to help by finding and massaging her aroused clit.

"See that, boys?" he said. "Full arousal. Didn't I tell you she dressed so sexy as an invitation to be captured and fucked. The arrogant bitch has been waiting for this moment for years and years."

Ms Americana felt her face flame.

"Stinking bastard," she gasped. "I'll hunt you down like a dog. You want get away with this. None of you will."

"Get away with what?" he asked.

To her horror, he pulled his hands away from her pussy and moved up between her legs. Ms Americana looked down the length of her stretched out body, between her globular 44DDs and saw his massive cock hanging above her cunt. It was huge, easily nine inches and thicker than she believed possible.

"Great Liberty! NO!"

She began struggling frantically, gyrating her hips and whipping her head back and forth. Two more Spinners jumped in to help hold her down. The burly brute preparing to take his pleasure of her body fell heavily atop her, helping to hold her still while his cohorts got better grips on her captive body. Then, held fast, he pressed his hard cock against her vagina and thrust.

"Aaaiiieeee!" she cried as she was penetrated.

Ms Americana was doubly shocked, they both discovered her pussy was so aroused and lubricated that half his length pushed into her before he met resistance. The Spinners all got a good laugh about that, but nothing she did could stop the inevitable. Her assailant was well mounted now, starting to pump. Each stroke brought a gasp to her lips and drove him deeper and deeper. She was already starting to feel the tingling affects of his efforts. Then one of the others bent down and sucked a rock hard nipple into his hot, demanding mouth.

"Y-You'll never get....away with....with....w-with this," Ms Americana gasped.

Another man started fondling her free tit. He squeezed and stroked his captured tit lovingly, while one of his cohorts sucked and nibbled on her other nipple and another fucked her like a two-bit whore. She bucked and writhed, cried out and cursed them, but nothing stopped them. Then it was too late.

"Oh....my.....God!"

That sweet, heady tingle turned into the rush to ecstasy and all she could do was gasped in disbelief as they fucked her into oblivion. She fought the orgasm, thinking of vile disgusting things, anything to take her mind off what was happening to her body. But there was no denying them, or her overused and abused body.

The orgasm rocked her like nothing ever before. Ms Americana screamed at the top of her lungs, her mile long legs taut and pointed at the heavens and her back arched to the max. It was an orgasm to burn away resistance and bring the mighty down. It was the kind of climax to totally satisfy a woman, even a super heroine.

"I'm depowered!" she cried miserably.

"Ha-ha! Yes!" big and burly said, and promptly and unexpectedly pulled out.

"Flip her over," he demanded.

"Wait. No. Please not that," she cried.

Ms Americana found herself on her knees before the men. Never had she seen such frightening lust on any man's eyes. They hungered for her and vengeance. Then she forgot them as big and burly came up behind her.

She shook her ass violently, but he grabbed her by the hips and stopped that easily. Since the orgasm, her power belt was not longer giving her super strength. Ms Americana was no stronger than a normal woman in her position, and it was an untenantible position, too. Used and abused, her mind was too jumbled to think, to think of a way out of her predicament.

He didn't bother using a finger to loosen her ass hole up. The burly Spinner just pressed his massive dick, slathered and dripping with her own love juices, right up against her dunghole and pushed. Ms Americana had enough wherewithal to tighten her sphincter. He pushed harder. She grit her teeth and groaned with effort.

"Yes," he growled. "I'm in."

She proved too weak and he too strong and determined. First the head, then a full third of his cock slipped inside. Ms Americana's ability to resist vanished and she lost control of her screaming ass hole. The pain was incredible, like nothing she'd ever endured before. It felt like he was splitting her in half. His cock felt like it was the size of a baseball bat. Or bigger.

"Ugghhh," she groaned miserably. "You're hurting me."

"Good," he said, laughing. "Take this."

The burly Spinner was pumping her ass merrily now. She could already feel her body responding to his use of her. Her twat was tingling and a rush of warmth went through her. Ms Americana moaned, knowing another mind numbing climax was coming.

"You're going down for this," she gasped out.

"Going down?" one of the others said. "Good idea."

He unzipped and stepped up to her. Ms Americana gawked at him and his cock. She turned her face when he tried to put it in her mouth, so he started rubbing the engorged dick all over her beautiful, masked face. Soon, he tired of that fun activity and buried his hands deep in her soft, black hair. Even that simple deed sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. A man's hands in her hair was just too erotic for her to endure, despite the circumstances.

Ms Americana's eyes closed and she gasped. He took the opportunity to push his dick between her red lips. Her eyes widened in disbelief, but he met no resistance. Defeated, she began to suck as expected. She had no other choice.

Ms Americana was stunned. This couldn't be happening to her. It had to be a nightmare.

I'm ruined, she thought dismally.

The ass fucker started pumping in and out faster, more frantic. She tightened her ass and her own pleasure increased. With her mouth full of cock, she couldn't pant, so she began making a snorting noise they all seemed to enjoy. The burly bastard fucked her harder and harder, until he suddenly cried out and released his wad deep inside her. Then, before he was finished cumming, he pulled out and spewed across her firm, round hiney.

His climax set both Ms Americana and the man in her mouth off. She climaxed as he began spurting hot cum across her tongue, teeth, then lips and face. He pulled completely out and started whacking himself off in her face to the cheers of the others.

"Too sweet," one said.

"Time to take her down to Spin Doctor," another said.

Spin Doctor. Ms Americana remembered Flag Girl pursuing him. But it had been so long. What happened? Why hasn't she returned?

Hauled to her feet, she teetered a second atop the high heels, then was pushed toward the dark hallway that Spin Doctor vanished inside, followed by Flag Girl. How long had it been? Ten minutes? Thirty minutes? An hour? She had no way of knowing, but either way it bode ill for her sidekick.

She was taken to a room at the end of the hall, and found an open trapdoor. Ms Americana was abruptly pushed down the hole. She fell with a scream, and blackness engulfed her upon impact.

SLAP!

"Wake up!"

SLAP!

"I'm up," Ms Americana gasped. The pain in her cheek was intense. "Leave me alone."

Several men laughed, and someone twisted her right nipple brutally. She was instantly awake and screaming in pain. He only twisted harder and harder. She bucked and twisted as best she could, with her arms tied back so painfully.

Then she recalled where she was, and what had happened.

"Where's Flag Girl!"

The titty twister stopped and stepped back. In his place Spin Doctor appeared. He leered down at her.

"Welcome to my playroom, Ms Ameri-slut," he said.

Ms Americana looked around the large room. She quickly found Flag Girl. The sexy teenage blonde super heroine was bound up and stripped down to her red boots, gloves and blue mask. She knelt on all fours on a round table top like surface. Flag Girl's wrists were bound to the tabletop, as were her knees and ankles. Cum dribbled down her chin and neck, to drip off her tits. As well, she saw move cum dripping down her thighs.

"Flag Girl! What have they done to you?"

Before she could answer, one of Spin Doctor's evil Spinners grabbed the edge of the tabletop and spun it. Poor Flag Girl was spun around in a blur as bottomless men stood around shoulder to shoulder, watching with frighteningly hungry eyes. Then when the table stopped spinning, the man standing at her head stepped forward and thrust his dick into her mouth. Flag Girl didn't resist in the least, but opened wide and began sucking obediently. Meanwhile, the man standing behind her rear end also stepped up and pushed into her pussy.

"Just a little game me and the boys like to play with nosy goodie-two-shoes woman," Spin Doctor said. "We call it Merry-go-Suck and Fuck."

"You're despicable!"

"Now that hurt, coming from you, Ms A-Merry-Fuck," he said, chuckling. "Are you wondering what insidious game I've placed you in yet?"

Suddenly, Ms Americana became aware of her own frightening predicament. She'd never seen anything like it before. There was a large machine at her feet, from which three five foot long steel bars stuck out horizontally, in-between which she was placed and bounded tightly. One bar ran up her front, between her naked breasts, and stopped short of her neck. The other two ran up each side of her back, holding her within their steel triangle. She couldn't move an inch except for her head.

"What is this...this....THING?" she said.

"I call it the Love Lathe."

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, for starters, I'm going to start you to spinning. Duh," he said. "Then, while you spin around perfectly horizontally to the floor, at crotch height, no less, we will take turns fucking your spinning mouth. Deliciously insidious, don't you think?"

"Oh, fuck!" she said, horrified.

"Fucked and fucked doubly again, I'd say, Ms Ameri-slut," he said. "Before we're finished, my titanic titted lovely, you and sexy sidekick will be thorough and complete fucked stupid."

Spin Doctor picked up a black leather harness. He slipped it over Ms Americana's head and tightened the straps over her forehead and chin. It was an odd thing, for she couldn't see what its purpose was until he fastened a short rope to the back of it and yanked her head painfully back. The pressure of the rope pulled and held her head back at the same time it pulled her chin down and forced her mouth open. Within seconds the other end of the rope was fastened to one of the steel rods and her head was held back and immobilized.

"You're world is spinning out of control," Spin Doctor said as he flipped a switch.

Ms Americana started spinning slowly at first, but gradually gaining speeds. As promised, Spin Doctor pushed his sticky dick into her mouth. Her mouth spun around that dick at ever increasing speeds. Her world became a blur, with a dick in the middle. Soon, it just became that dick. All sense of time was gone, Ms Americana was barely conscious, barely capable of thought.

She did know when Spin Doctor shot his wad in her mouth. As well as the next man, and the next and the next. After that she lost count. They spewed their cum in her mouth, into her spinning face, and even into her long, black hair that was sticking straight out as she spun.

Meanwhile, Flag Girl was kept busy sucking every one of Spin Doctor's evil Spinners, then having them butt fuck her on the Merry-go-Suck and Fuck. It was worse than humiliating. But one good thing was coming of it. Her body and head were becoming accustomed to all the spinning. She recovered faster and faster after each spin, but pretended she was suffering more and more. So went dawn came the next day she was ready.

"That was fun, heh boys?" Spin Doctor said joyfully.

He had a tired, sated look that disgusted Flag Girl. She chanced a glance at Ms Americana, who was slowly coming to a stop after no one else wanted to fuck her spinning mouth. She looked horrible. Dazed, the magnificent super heroine just lay helpless in the Love Lathe, cum dripping from her hair, face and tits.

"Time to put our fuck toys up for a while and get some rest," he said.

Two men started unfastening Flag Girl's wrists and legs. She feigned near unconsciousness, moaning and groaning. They thought it funny. While they were removing her from the Merry-go-Suck and Fuck, Ms Americana was being untied and pulled out of the Love Lathe. A covert glance to the far wall showed where Spin Doctor intended on leaving them while he and his cohorts rested. There were a pair of wheels, with a long pole in the center of each and form-fitting cages around that. Atop each of those poles were two dildos: one for the pussy and one for the dunghole.

Ms Americana was released first, and dragged helplessly to the first "cage." As expected, Flag Girl watched as her super heroine mentor was lifted up and impaled upon the twin dildos. Spin Doctor flipped a switch and the dildos began vibrating and spinning. Ms Americana instantly stiffened and stood erect. The form-fitting cage was snapped closed around her and the evil villain flipped another switch.

Ms Americana began to spin as well.

"Hurry up and get the little blonde in her cage," Spin Doctor said. Her handlers had been watching as Ms Americana was taken care of, not paying attention to what they were doing. They were tired and careless, and thought she was as thoroughly fucked and defeated as Ms Americana. "I'm more than ready for forty winks after that marathon fuck fest."

"Rest and a breakfast of oysters," one of the men said.

They all laughed.

Flag Girl fought to keep calm and limp. They couldn't know she was alert and ready before untying her, or all would be lost for sure. She knew she'd never have another chance like this again.

First her left wrist was untied, then her right ankle. Her left ankle was next to be freed, then her left wrists. She was tempted to make her move then, but both her knees were still strapped to the spinning wheel, so she bided her time impatiently. Silently cursing the man fumbling with her bindings, she waited her chance. But waiting had its benefits as well, for the men not needed to transfer the captives to the cages filed out of the "game room" to go to bed upstairs.

Then she was free, but it still wasn't time. So Flag Girl pretended to be unconscious, forcing the two Spinners to carry her to the cage. She didn't wait until they reached the cage, but just until they started passing Spin Doctor. Then she kicked and twisted out of their startled grasps.

"Stop her!" Spin Doctor cried. "Shit!"

Flag Girl was loose. Loose and in a blind rage. Never had she felt such a desire for vengeance.

First thing, Flag Girl charged Spin Doctor. He tried to dart to her left, but she cut in front of him. He stopped, stunned and desperate. She didn't hesitate. Flag Girl spun on her left foot and sent a powerful roundhouse into his temple. If she hadn't been so thoroughly fucked all day and all night, they that kick would've been super powered and he would be dead. As it was, Spin Doctor was spun around and crashed into the wall next to Ms Americana. Then he slowly slid down the wall to lay in a heap at her booted feet.

"One down, four to go," she said, flipping the switches that turned off the dildos tormenting Ms Americana, and then turning off the spinning wheel. Then, while waiting for the wheel to spin down to a stop, Flag Girl turned her attention to the four remaining Spinners. "You boys aren't too tired to party some more, are you?"

They hesitated, but then became grim and determined. None of them looked particularly worried. Why should they be worried? They defeated her and Ms Americana once already, didn't they? Besides, they'd spent a good eighteen hours abusing her non-stop and ruthlessly. She had to be sore and weak. Her power belt, though she still wore it, was useless to her for many hours, if not days. They had every reason to believe she would fall into their hands quickly enough.

"You know, guys, I think we can work out a deal here," she said, feigning fear. She backed away as they advanced on her in line, shoulder to shoulder. With every stride they appeared more confident of victory. "If you let us go, then we won't bother you any more."

"No deal, Flag Cunt," one said viciously.

She hated being called "cunt" more than anything else. Anger flared and her eyes flashed at the offending miscreant. He was one of the center men, so she stepped towards him with clenched fists and a snarl on her lips. The other three grinned and paused to watch the fun, but she didn't attack him. He was ready, the others weren't.

"Take that!" she cried, kicking the man to his left in the nuts.

He doubled up and dropped hard to his knees, retching on her boots before collapsing. She kicked him in the head, just to be sure and a little out of spit. Then she ducked under another Spinner's punch, and kneed him in the stomach before continuing past him and chopping the next man in the Adam's apple.

"Gaagh!" he cried and fell away.

She spun around and sent a brutal roundhouse at the last Spinner's head. He ducked and punched her in the ribs. Flag Girl cried on in pain and slammed against the wall. She felt more than heard or saw him coming in for the coup de grace, so spun to her right and heard the sound of his fist striking the wall. He cried out in pain, and Flag Girl kicked him in the knee, dropping him to one knee before her.

"Time's up, miscreant," she snarled and kicked him in the chin. He was out before he hit the floor. "Don't go anywhere; I'll be back for you later."

Two of the Spinners charged her. Both were obviously hurting. She grinned and charged them. When they met, she cut left and then thrust her high heel into the knee of the closest Spinner. He cried in and fell, clutching his injured knee. She quickly kicked him in the head, ending his screams for the moment.

"Ah, last but certainly least," she said, grinning cruelly at the remaining Spinner.

For the first time, Flag Girl saw fear in one of the Spinner's eyes. It was a beautiful sight. He should fear her, for she was a superior woman. A super heroine about to kick his ass, and then some. He was one of the two men that helped Spin Doctor capture her and start her sexual abuse. Indeed, he was the next man to follow Spin Doctor when she was first captured.

With a snarl, she attacked him. He dodged to her left and punched her in the side. She cried out, but kept her feet and darted to his left, barely avoiding a punch that would've ended it for her.

"Not talking so tough now, heh Flag Bitch?"

"You just have a nasty mouth," she snapped.

"And you have a nasty cunt," he said. "I know, I put some of that nasty in it."

Infuriated, Flag Girl attacked. But he was ready. An upper cut stunned the sexy blonde super heroine, leaving her vulnerable to his gut punch. Poor Flag Girl doubled up and fell to her knees before him.

"You've been a bad, bad girl," he said, and kicked her in the face.

Gasping and sobbing, Flag Girl clawed at the carpet, trying to escape her brutal captor. He kicked her between the ass cheeks. She cried out, arching her back in pain. Then she collapsed, unable to continue. Flag Girl just hurt too much to fight back.

Rolling on her back, she looked toward the cage with Ms Americana, to say she was sorry for failing her. But the cage was empty. Where was Ms Americana?

"Ugh!" her tormentor cried.

Flag Girl couldn't believe her eyes! Ms Americana was beating the miscreant into the ground. Next thing she knew, a red gloved hand was stretched out to her.

"Good job, Flag Girl," Ms Americana said, helping the blonde sidekick to her feet. "I couldn't have escaped that cage if you hadn't turned off the vibrating dildos and stopped the spinning. I swear, I'll be dizzy for a week after last night!"

"Me too," Flag Girl said, grinning.

Pointing, Ms Americana said, "There's a phone over there. Call 911 and get the police out here. I'll start tying up these miscreants."

They found both of their costumes tossed into a corner. After dressing, they sneaked upstairs and together captured, bound and gagged the other Spinners one by one. By the time the police arrived they were all laid out in a row in the farmhouse's living room.

THE END