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MS AMERICANA: OUT WITH THE OLD

By Dark One

Belinda Jones glanced out the taxi window as it entered downtown Delta City. Her heart raced and it was hard to breathe. Today would decide the rest of her life.

“You look familiar, Miss,” the cab driver said, watching her in the rearview mirror. “Are you anyone?”

“No, I’m not anyone,” she said, frowning as she pushed the dark, dark sunglasses up her nose. <Not yet,> she thought. <Maybe I will be, though.> She gave her waist length silky black hair a toss and asked, “How much farther to Wade Towers?”

“Not far,” he said, returning his gaze to the midday traffic.

This was Belinda’s greatest gamble in her twenty-four years. The six foot one inch beauty, with the amazing 44DDs, greatest achievement to date was getting a job at Hooters. But after four years, she was sick to death of waiting on subhuman male types, whose eyes never rose higher than her tits.

She quickly looked herself over. Her power red business suit fit wonderfully. Brenda Wade had to be impressed when she saw her. She was afraid her black hose was too dark, but the black pumps were perfect. She’d blown her whole life savings on the suit and one way plane ticket to Delta City.

“We’re here, Miss,” the cabbie said.

Belinda paid the cabbie, which left her with just five dollars and some change to her name. He dumped her two suitcases on the curb and took off. He probably would’ve been nicer if she’d tipped him, but she needed what money she had left if this gambit failed.

Taking a deep breath, the statuesque beauty picked up her suitcases and strode purposely into the front door of the glass and steel office building housing Wade Industries. She went straight up to the pretty young receptionist and flashed a bright smile. The pretty blonde smiled back.

“I have an appointment with Ms Wade,” Belinda said, still hiding behind the dark sunglasses. “Is there somewhere I can leave my suitcases until I’m finished?”

The receptionist took the luggage behind her desk and promised to watch over them like they were her own. Then she directed Belinda to the elevators. Within just a few minutes Belinda was striding confidently through the front doors of the executive suite on the top floor.

“May I help you?” the secretary said.

“I’m here to speak with Ms Wade,” Belinda said, smiling disarmingly from behind the dark sunglasses. “It concerns General Wade, military secrets and…um….family.”

When the secretary looked at her more intently, Belinda turned away and walked over to the window. She heard the secretary on the phone with her boss, speaking too softly to hear. After a moment, the secretary cleared her throat.

“Ms Wade is extremely busy, Ms?”

“Jones. Belinda Jones.”

“Yes, of course. Well, Ms Jones, Ms Wade will see you, but she can only spare a few minutes.”

“That’ll be enough.”

Belinda was led back to a pair of ornately carved oaken doors. The secretary let her in and closed the door behind her. Belinda saw the woman she wanted to meet more than anyone else in the world behind the oversized desk, typing away at her keyboard. Brenda Wade ignored her a long second, with a brief, “I’ll be right with you.”

Belinda watched her work. Saw the intensity in which she threw herself into the job at hand. The concentration.

She also looked her over. Brenda was tall and shapely, with a set of 44DDs to match her own. But Brenda’s baby blue eyes were hidden behind eyeglasses and her long black tresses were piled atop her head. She looked severe and schoolmarmish to Belinda.

Taking off her dark, dark sunglasses, Belinda took an arrogant stance before the desk and said, “I’ll wait, sis.”

“What?” Brenda said, casting an annoyed glance her way. Then she did a double-take. “Oh my God.”

“Surprise!” Belinda said, grinning. “I’m your younger sister, Belinda Jones.”

“Sister?”

Brenda looked totally flabbergasted.

“Well, actually, it’s more complicated than that. Technically, I am YOU, just ten years younger.”

“I don’t understand,” Brenda said, eyes narrowing as she stood up. She removed her glasses, proving Belinda’s theory that she only wore them for the “look” and not because she needed glasses. “Who are you really, and what do you want?”

“Actually, Brenda, WE are both clones,” she said, taking a seat and crossing her mile long legs. “General Wade took you to be his daughter, and you grew up in a life of wealth, power and privilege. Unfortunately, a lab tech STOLE the lab embryo that became me, and implanted it in his infertile wife.” She crinkled her nose. “My ‘mother’ died in child birth, so I was raised by a poor, bitter man.”

“Where did you get this wild story?”

“From my father, on his deathbed,” Belinda said. “He knew who and what you are, and gave me all the proof I needed to convince me.”

Brenda looked her over contemptuously. “I doubt it took much ‘convincing’ for you.” She crinkled her nose. “I don’t care who you are, or what he told you. There’s nothing here for you. You may go.”

With that, Brenda sat back down and started typing again.

“You can’t just dismiss me,” Belinda said. “We’re like sisters. Hell, we’re clones, so we’re closer than twins. We are one and the same person. You owe me, big sister.”

Brenda surged to her feet and slid around the desk to confront the new arrival. Her fists were balled up and her eyes flashed cold blue fire. Belinda stood her ground, not one to back down to anyone.

“I suggest you get out of town fast. Don’t let the doorknob hit you in your fat ass, either,” Brenda said. “I am not going to support ‘poor relations’ whether they are sisters or clones, or frogs kissed by a prince. Not that I believe your cockamamie story. Truth is I think you, or your pimp, noticed you have a strong resemblance to me and dreamed up a story to milk me of a small fortune. I’m not buying it.”

Belinda glared at her clone with baleful blue eyes. Her fists were clenched and her heart racing. She could not believe this arrogant, sanctimonious bitch was dismissing her out of hand. It was an outrage. Beside, if she was filthy rich she’d be willing to share a little with a sister or clone. Or at least give the claim a chance until proven otherwise.

“Like it or not, we are clones,” Belinda snarled. “You’re just mad because you are ten years older and over the hill, while I’m still young, beautiful and in my prime.”

Brenda’s eyes flashed, and before she knew what was happening Belinda was slapped. CRACK! She was spun half around by the blow. Without thinking, Belinda pounded a fist into Brenda’s rock hard belly. But there was genetically engineered strength in that blow, so Brenda was doubled up. Then Belinda brought her knee up with brutal force into Brenda’s face, smashing her back over her oversized desk.

“Ooofff.”

Racing around the desk, she reached down for her older clone. But Brenda was tougher than she thought. The stunning multi-millionaire beauty grabbed her younger clone by her loose black hair, and slammed Belinda’s face into the edge of the desk.

“Ooohhhh,” Belinda cried. Then Brenda kicked both feet into her lower belly, sending Belinda flying across the office. “Aaahhh.”

Belinda bounced off the wall and fell face first onto the pure white carpet. As her vision cleared, she noticed all the blood on the carpet. She was bleeding freely from a scalp wound. Blood covered her face, ruining her expensive suit. She saw red as Brenda marched over to her, fire in her eyes too.

They met halfway between the wall and desk. Brenda tried to kick her in the head with a vicious roundhouse. Belinda ducked under it, then stepped in and punched her in the kidneys. Once. Twice. Three times.

“Ooouuuhhhh,” Brenda cried as she was thrust forward to smash into the desk.

Brenda pushed herself up off the desk top, breathing heavily and hair now loose and tousled. She slanted a look over her shoulder at Belinda and snarled.

Suddenly, Brenda backhanded Belinda. Then dropped low and kicked the younger clone’s feet away. But Belinda rolled away to safety before she could stomp on her with her wicked stilettos. She rolled to her feet and punched Brenda in the kidney again, forcing her back against the wall with a grimace of extreme pain.

She reached up and ripped off Brenda’s expensive silk blouse, exposing her lacy white bra. Then punched her twice more in the belly, and once in the face. Brenda’s arms fell to her side, so she ripped off Brenda’s bra, smiling as her opponent’s firm, globular 44DDs came bouncing out. Then she grabbed both nipples and twisted savagely.

“Aaaiiieeeee!”

“I’m younger, stronger and faster,” Belinda said smugly into her ear.

“And I’m more experienced,” Brenda said hoarsely.

Brenda’s knee came up with brutal power. Belinda felt her eyes cross as that hard knee smash and brutalized her clitoris and nether lips. That was such a sensitive spot on her for some odd reason. So the pain was excruciating. Belinda slowly bent over double as tears rolled down her beautiful cheeks.

Brenda didn’t hesitate. She ripped off Belinda’s red suit coat, then the black shirt beneath that, revealing Belinda wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I suggest you get out of town fast, and pray I never see you again,” Brenda snarled as she bent over her clone.

“No,” Belinda said. “I want what is mine.”

With that, she snapped her head up, head butting Brenda. The head of Wade Industries fell back with a wail of pain. Belinda quickly grabbed hold of her thick black tresses and started running her across the room. Straight at the floor to ceiling window.

“NO!” Brenda cried.

Halfway to the window security guards slammed into them from the side. Belinda was so engrossed with her battle with Brenda she never noticed their arrival. Five men proved too much for the nearly exhausted beauty, and in no time her wrists were cuffed behind her back.

“Oh, you bastards! I’ll get you for this!”

“Toss her out of the building,” Brenda said, breathing heavily. “If she tries to come back inside, shoot her and then call the police.”

“You won’t be rid of me this easy, Brenda,” Belinda called as she was dragged kicking and screaming out of the office.

Belinda was dragged to the service elevator, topless and struggling. Once in the elevator she calmed down. She had to think. Brenda couldn’t be allowed to just dismiss her like that. She OWED her, dearly. Especially now.

“Heh!” Belinda cried as one of the guards copped a feel of her 44DDs.

Another stopped the elevator. She realized they were all leering at her naked tits, now helplessly undefended while her hands were locked behind her back.

“Nice tits,” a guard said and cupped a tit.

When she started to struggle, another guard pounded a fist into her belly and side, and when she didn’t subside immediately, they all began pounding her. As they beat her, Belinda felt all strength leave her shapely body. Before long she was barely conscious and utterly limp in their grasp.

They quickly stripped off her skirt, then peeled off the pantyhose. In no time she found herself wearing nothing but her big silver hoop earrings. The guards didn’t hesitate in taking unfair advantage of her nudity. Two guards sucked on her 44DDs while another pushed his finger up her sphincter, and another fingered her snatch.

“Oooohhhhh,” she moaned.

“This bitch is loving it,” a guard crowed.

“You betcha,” another piped in. “Her pussy is wet as all get out.”

“Wahoo,” the first called. “We gonna have some fun today.”

Belinda was forced to her knees. She heard a zipper, then felt the first tentative pokes of an erect penis. She bit her lip and grimaced as he finally found her pussy and pushed. He spread her wide. It had been almost three weeks since she’d been boned, and he wasn’t anything to write home about. The guard, on the other hand, was well hung.

“Mmmmuuuuggghhhh,” she groaned. “Sweet Jesus.”

They began laughing and arguing who got to go next. In the meantime, another guard unzipped and pushed his rancid cock into her bloody face. Without thought, she opened her mouth and took him all the way inside.

“What a whore! Did you see how she gobbled me up?”

“Oh, I’m next for a BJ!”

Belinda wasn’t shy with men. She had no problem with casual sex either. In fact, she preferred one night stands to long term relationships. It was easier. Less messy. And the sex was better and more frequent. Too many guys lost interest after the conquest anyway.

“Take the cuffs off and I’ll make it even better,” she said in the most sexual, husky voice she could muster. They hesitated, but libido quickly won over brain and the cuffs were removed. “Thanks.”

She took his balls in hand and gave them a gently squeeze, and then gently ran her long red nails through the pubic hair on the sack. He gasped and groaned, getting the other guards excited as well. At the same time she gyrated her hips to maximize the pleasure for herself and the man doing her doggie style.

Belinda quickly brought both men to a head, and they shot their wads into her belly and mouth almost simultaneously. Then the moment both guards pulled out, she surged to her feet and pulled the pistol of one of them.

“Whoa there, missy,” one said. “No harm done. Just having a little fun. You enjoyed it too.”

Belinda scowled at them and punched the button that got the elevator moving again. As the elevator descended, she pulled on her skirt and heels, then made one of the guards give up his white tank top he wore under his uniform. Then she forced them to handcuff each other so that their arms were inter-tangled.

“Men,” she said as she surveyed her conquests. “Once the tits come out, your brains go out the window.”

When the elevator reached the bottom, she pressed the button for the top floor and stepped out, tossing the gun back in. She didn’t want to be brought up on weapons charges. But as she strode back out to the receptionist’s desk, she smiled smugly. She wished she could see the look on Brenda’s face when those guards arrived all bound up together like that.

<The stuck-up bitch will be shaking in her designer shoes, for sure,> she thought. <And with good reason, too. I’m not finished with her yet.>

# # #

“This sucks,” Belinda said, glancing up and down the nearly deserted streets of downtown Delta City. The only people out were the riffraff of society. Vagrants, bums, homeless roamed freely. “That bitch left me stranded in the bad part of town.”

“Ms Wade did nothing to you,” a firm, feminine voice said from a dark alley.

Belinda whirled around to face the dark shape in the alley. Then she stepped out into the light. The younger clone’s mouth dropped open. She’d heard about, had heard of the extraordinary exploits of super heroines, but never expected to actually meet a real live costume wearing super heroine in person.

“Ms Americana?”

“One and the same,” Ms Americana said, taking a classic super heroine stance before her.

Belinda was dumbfounded. Ms Americana was sooo beautiful. They stood eye to eye, but even she had a hard time pulling her eyes up above the sexy Queen of Justice’s legendary 44DDs. The red, white and blue star-spangled bikini just kept drawing her eye. She took it all in, knowing this would be her only time to see such a rare sight -- the red star earrings, the golden tiara and belt, the blue star-spangled mask, it was all impressive. Of course, her favorite was the red stiletto heeled boots, having a shoe fetish herself.

“Can you help me?”

“Help you? I’m here after speaking with my good friend Brenda Wade,” Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing. “I don’t like it when someone tries to extort my friends, Ms Jones.”

“Extort? I wasn’t extorting anything,” she said, now angry. “That lying bitch has sold you a line, Ms Americana. She’s the liar.” Belinda smacked her right fist into her left palm. “That bitch is toast when I get my hands on her again.”

“That won’t happen,” Ms Americana said, and seized Belinda by the front of her thin cotton tank top.

The statuesque super heroine pulled Belinda into the dark alley and ran her down the alley at break neck speed. Then she slammed her lengthwise into a brick wall. Light and darkness exploded behind Belinda’s eyes. She felt close to passing out.

“Neither Ms Wade nor myself was pleased to hear how you molested those poor security guards in the elevator,” Ms Americana snarled. “Some of those men are married.” She punched Belinda in the belly, doubling her up, then ran her head first into a dumpster. “The police have been called. If you are caught in Delta City, then she will press charges for assault and battery, and her guards will press charges of sexual abuse, unlawful restraint and violating their civil rights.”

“What?” Belinda asked incredulously. She slowly, painfully dragged herself up to her wobbly feet. “Those horny bastards sexually assaulted me. I still have their cum inside me to prove it, too.”

“Like anyone would believe you, slut,” Ms Americana sneered.

Enraged, Belinda charged the smug super heroine. Ms Americana easily caught her up and lifted her high over head. Belinda, still a little groggy from the thrashing she was receiving, didn’t know how she ended up high overhead. Then Ms Americana slammed her straight down onto the hard, cold, unforgiving concrete.

“Here’s a one way bus ticket to the west coast,” Ms Americana said, stuffing a ticket under her waistband as she writhed and gasped desperately for breath. “If you are still in Delta City tomorrow then you will be arrested and sent to prison.”

With that, Ms Americana vanished into the darkness.

Belinda rolled to her knees and looked around. No one to be seen.

“Bitch,” she groaned. “I owe you, too.”

Belinda pulled the ticket out and stared at it a long moment. She couldn’t decide what to do. If she left Delta City then she gave up her dream. She would live and die a nobody. But she had no doubt Brenda Wade could “arrange” for her to be sent to prison for a long time. Money like Brenda's spelled power and influence.

Staggering back out of the alley, Belinda found her suitcases had been stolen. All of her worldly possessions were now gone. It was official. She’d hit rock bottom.

“I have a choice,” she muttered, turning toward the downtown bus station. She could see it, just five blocks down the street. “I can stay and fight for what is mine, or go and start anew on the west coast.”

She mulled over her options as she walked down the street. She still wasn’t sure what to do when she arrived. The bus to Los Angeles was waiting. Belinda could be on that bus. Instead, she walked up to the ticket counter and slapped the ticket down.

“I’d like my money back on this ticket, please,” she said. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Taking the money, she stepped out of the bus station and caught a cab.

“Where to, Miss?”

“Do you know where Wade Manor is?” she said, smiling wickedly.

# # #

“Wow,” Belinda said, gawking open-mouthed at Wade Manor. It was far bigger than she imagined. It was palatial. “She’s got more money than Jesus. She lives like those rock stars on MTV Cribs.”

She walked up to the door and turned the knob. It wasn’t locked.

“The arrogant fool,” Belinda snarled. “She thinks by tossing me out, then sending Ms Americana to rough me up, I would tuck tail and run. She should know better, since we are the same woman in all ways except money.”

Belinda wandered around the mansion for the better part of thirty minutes, not running into anyone. It was late, so the staff might’ve been released for the night. Most of the rooms were dark, after all. Then she entered the media room.

The media room was straight out of MTV Cribs. Belinda paused to gawk again, totally blown away by the 75 inched plasma HDTV that Brenda was watching. With theatre surround sound, too.

Her breath caught when she realized the object of her search was in the room, totally oblivious to her presence. Brenda was wearing a dressing robe of shimmering red silk. Her bare feet were up on the coffee table and she was eating popcorn as she watched a movie on HBO.

“Like this night for you, Brenda, this movie ends badly for the woman,” Belinda said.

“Great Liberty!” Brenda cried, leaping to her feet.

Belinda was surprised by how fast she reacted. Maybe age hadn’t slowed her down that much. She would be careful tangling with her tonight. But there was little chance security guards would show this time.

“Hello, Brenda, nice to see you again, too,” Belinda said as she moved deeper into the media room. “Nice place you have here. Especially since I have NO PLACE to call home.”

“That’s not my concern,” Brenda said, eyes narrowing warily. “What are you doing here? I told you to leave town. I’ll have you arrested and sent to prison.”

“That afraid of me, huh?”

Brenda’s baby blues flashed.

“I’m not afraid of anyone,” she said dangerously. “Now, you are not welcome in this house. I suggest you leave of your own accord, or I’ll have to add trespassing to the multitude of charges against you.”

Belinda smiled as she walked up to Brenda. They stood toe to toe, and glared at each other. Neither was intimidated by the other, though in her five inch heels Belinda was at the moment taller.

“Well, if I’m going to prison I should do something to justify it,” Belinda said, eyes narrowing. “Like kick your holier-than-thou butt.”

Both women lunged at each other at the same time. As one, they seized each others tops and pulled down. Belinda’s thin white tank ripped to pieces, but she still fared better than her clone. Brenda wasn’t wearing anything under her robe, and Belinda ripped that completely off her body. Brenda was left completely naked.

“Bitch!” Brenda cried. “How dare you!”

They grabbed each other again, two sets of naked 44DDs smashing together. Their legs and feet dancing around below, each trying to gain the advantage and throw the other to the floor. Finally, Belinda’s brutally sharp stiletto heel came down on Brenda’s naked toes.

“Yeeooooowww!”

Brenda froze from the pain. It was all the advantage Belinda needed. She flipped Brenda over her hip and to the floor. Then she fell atop her, pressing her shoulders back to the floor. Brenda stopped struggling and stared up at her in shock.

“Like I said earlier today, I’m younger, prettier and stronger,” Belinda said. She reached down, seized Brenda’s nipples and TWISTED them.

“Yeeeooowwwwww!”

Belinda jumped up, then dropped down and drove her knee hard into Brenda’s belly.

“Ooofff!” Brenda cried. Then, groaned, “Uuugghhhh.”

Belinda then hit her with a right cross, followed by a left. She stood up, reached down and pulled Brenda to her feet. Brenda was still gasping from the knee to the guts and punch happy from the fists to the head, so was a little wobbly on her feet. But Belinda grabbed her by her long, black locks and ran her straight into the wall.

“Ah, righteous victory feels so good,” Belinda said while Brenda groaned and writhed in pain at her feet. Then when Brenda’s knees fell apart, exposing her sex, she hammered three quick kicks into that most intimate of places. “Ooo, does that hurt the poor little rich girlie?”

Groaning pitifully, Brenda rolled to all fours and tried to crawl away. It reminded Belinda of being on all fours in the elevator, being raped by Brenda’s security guards. So she snatched up a large candle off the fireplace mantel and RAMMED it up Brenda’s exposed cunt.

“Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Now I KNOW that hurt,” Belinda said, eyes a-twinkle.

Brenda fell straight forward onto her tits and belly. She immediately rolled to her back and yanked out the offending candle. Then she glared up at Belinda through tousled black hair and teary blue eyes.

“You’ll pay for that, bitch,” Brenda snarled and threw the candle at Belinda’s face.

Belinda ducked. She heard Brenda moving too, so darted aside so her opponent couldn’t attack her from behind. Only Brenda wasn’t attacking. She was running. And running fast.

Belinda panicked. She might be a bit faster than her older clone, but Brenda knew the mansion. The interloper could easily lose her prey in the maze of opulent rooms and corridors. So Belinda took off after her.

Neither woman called out taunts. Brenda didn’t want to give away her position. And neither did Belinda, plus the pursuer was putting all her efforts into following Brenda almost exclusively with her sense of hearing. And a good thing, too. Brenda did NOT take a direct route to her destination.

“The bedroom,” Belinda gasped as their chase started up the servants’ stairs.

There could only be one destination. She feared that Brenda had a gun or something up there. But even if all she did was lock herself in her bedroom, it would end Belinda’s plans for once and all. She would have to flee the mansion, and likely be arrested before sunrise. Indeed, she was seriously considering just heading out right then when she reached the top of the stairs and saw Brenda slip into a door not a dozen steps in front of her.

Belinda raced for the door with all her strength, before Brenda could lock it. And she hit that door at full tilt just before it closed. The door flew in, smashing Brenda back across the room to crash into the California King sized bed. She yelped and ran into the closet.

“You will not escape me, Brenda!” Belinda cried, following.

Just as she passed into the vast closet, which was larger than Belinda’s last apartment, she saw Brenda press a secret button and a hidden door opened. Brenda vanished inside that door, and it closed before she reached it.

“Dammit,” Belinda spat, furious at being denied. Then she turned to the spot she saw the secret button. It took a moment, but she finally figured out how to expose the button, and pushed it. The hidden door shushed open. “Yes!”

Belinda came to a halt immediately upon entering. It too was vast compared with what she was used to. But what truly amazed her were the clothes. Red, white and blue, star-spangled bikinis. And red boots with white stripes up the front. A rack of blue, star-spangled masks.

Brenda already had on a pair of the red calf boots and was stepping into the French cut bikini bottoms. Both women gawked at each other incredulously, for different reasons.

“Sweet Jesus! You’re Ms Americana? Hot damn,” Belinda cried.

“No! Wait,” Brenda cried, horrified. “You don’t understand…this isn’t what you think.”

“Fucking A right it is,” Belinda said, then looked Brenda over with a smirk. She only wore the boots and bottoms. “Game over.”

Both of their eyes turn to the golden power belt. Brenda was closer. They bolted for the belt. Brenda, of course, reached it first. She grabbed it and tried to put it on quickly. But Belinda arrived seconds later and tackled her from behind.

“Uuuggghhh,” Brenda grunted. “Ugh! Bitch. Let go of me, or else.”

All the while, while writhing beneath Belinda, Brenda was trying to fasten the golden power belt behind her back. That left Brenda in an awkward and incredibly vulnerable position beneath her opponent. Belinda ended any hope of success simply by grabbing one end, thus covering the snaps. Then she reached under Brenda’s patriotic bikini bottoms and seized her by the short hairs. And TWISTED.

“Aaahhhhh-yeeeeeeeeooooooowwwwww!”

In retaliation, Brenda twisted one of Belinda’s nipples viciously.

“Oooouuuuuuggggggghhhhhh!:

With a Herculean effort, Belinda ripped the belt from Brenda’s weakening grasp. But Brenda was craftier and faster than she thought, and her right leg snapped out a kick to Belinda’s wrist, sending the power belt flying across the room.

With the belt out of their grasp, both women turned their full attention toward each other. Belinda grabbed a thick handful of silky black hair and jerked Brenda’s head painfully back, while Brenda dug her long nails into both of Belinda’s sensitive tits.

“Aaaaaayyyyyyyyy,” they cried in unison.

Brenda brought her knee up into Belinda’s sensitive cunt. Crying out, Belinda lost her hold on Brenda’s long hair and suddenly found herself on the defensive. Brenda smashed an elbow into her opponent’s face, then followed up with a knee to the belly.

“Aaaiigghh,” Belinda cried, doubling up. She slowly rolled to all fours, gasping and groaning. “Enough! Stop!”

Brenda Wade surged to her feet. She smashed the pointed toe of her red boot into Belinda’s ribs.

“You thought you could defeat Ms Americana?” Brenda snarled, blue eyes flashing.

“Mercy,” Belinda cried. “I was desperate. So desperate.”

Brenda seized her by her long, silky hair and jerked her head back. That pulled Belinda up on her knees. Brenda bent over and whispered harshly into her ear.

“I’m going to find the truth about all of this,” she snarled. “In the refrigerator is a nice little store of sodium pentothal and other truth drugs. Then, I’m going to end this. Permanently. I have drugs in there to wipe all your memories of this, and more.”

With that, Brenda jerked Belinda to her feet and started spinning around and around, making Belinda run faster and faster. Then she released her younger clone at the nearest wall. Belinda’s baby blues went wide as she raced helplessly toward an unstoppable collision with unyielding wall. Then she saw the glint of gold on the floor at the base of the wall.

“You are a fool to think you can ever defeat me,” Brenda said as Belinda smashed into the wall and collapsed onto the floor. “I am the Queen of Justice. I have remained undefeated for over sixteen years. And that is why I am the premier super heroine in Delta City and the country.”

Belinda was barely listening to Brenda. She’d lost most of her breath when she crashed into the hard wall, then floor. But she’d also landed atop the all important power belt, and Brenda, A.K.A. Ms Americana, didn’t realize it. So Belinda just needed a moment to regain her breath, and then fasten the belt around her narrow waist.

“You are…right. I was….a fool to….think I could defeat….Ms Americana,” Belinda said, then rolled to her knees with the golden power belt stretched between her hands. Then with a glint of victory in her baby blues, she smiled wickedly at Brenda’s flabbergasted look, and hurriedly fastened the belt around her waist. “But AS Ms Americana I can easily defeated BRENDA WADE.”

“No! Don’t do it,” Brenda cried, racing towards her. “It won’t work on you.”

“I told you. We’re clones. The exact same person, just born ten years apart,” Belinda said. She finished fastening the belt around her waist and felt the surge of power washing through her shapely body. The feeling of Power was heady. “Wow! What a rush!”

“No, you can’t do that. I’m Ms Americana,” Brenda cried, crashing into her. The force of the impact forced Belinda up against the wall. Brenda’s hands immediately went around her younger clone’s waist and seized the power belt. “NO! Impossible!”

The belt was designed so that it couldn’t be removed unless the wearer wanted to remove it. No one could forcible remove the power belt, unless she was unconscious or drugged stupid. And now, to her horror, Brenda found the belt secure around Belinda’s waist. It could not be removed.

Brenda’s blood ran cold. The belt was engineered to ONLY work for her. The only other person in the world it could possibly work on would be an exact clone. Belinda really was her clone. And now her mortal enemy.

Belinda pushed Brenda away. But since she wasn’t used to her newfound super strength, she sent Brenda flying through the air to crash into the far wall. She watched with amazed eyes as the older clone sailed through the air, bounced off the wall and fell to her knees, with a look of stunned disbelief on her lovely face. Then Brenda’s eyes rolled up and she fell forward and lay still.

“Sweeeet,” Belinda said, grinning fiercely.

Belinda spent the next ten minutes walking around the secret suite of rooms, finding metal objects to bend and other things to break in half. She was amazed by her super strength. It was incredibly heady. Finally, she came back to Brenda’s Ms Americana dressing area.

“I have the belt of power, why not it all?” Belinda mumbled as she looked over the Ms Americana costumes neatly arranged before her. With a gleam in her baby blues, Belinda stripped off her remaining clothes and pulled on the Ms Americana bikini bottoms. Then she encased her 44DDs inside the red, white and blue star-spangled and stripped bikini top. “Oh, yes, baby.”

She found a pair of Jimmy Cho red calf boots, with the white stripe up the front, golden star on the upper sides and five inch stilettos. Next, she donned the golden tiara with the large “A” boxed in by two stars. After that came the blue choker with the gold star, and then the red star earrings. And finally, after pulling on the red leather gauntlet styled gloves, that laced up along the under side, she finished off the costume with the Ms Americana blue mask, with the white stars.

Her life flashed before her mind’s eye, then what her life now could be. What it could be with Brenda Wade’s fortune, influence and power. What her life could be with Ms Americana’s power and prestige. Suddenly, Belinda had an epiphany.

“I am Ms Americana now,” she said, beaming at herself in the full-length mirrors. “There’s no one to stop me. My finger prints are the same. Eye scans are the same. We both have perfect teeth, so our dental records will be the same. Great Liberty, I am Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice, and her alter ego, Brenda Wade.”

“Ooooo,” Brenda groaned. “What happened?”

Belinda slanted a wicked look at her vanquished adversary. She hadn’t begun to repay Brenda for the pain and humiliation she endured earlier that day. The taste of that security guard’s foul, unwashed cock in her mouth. The feel of cock pushing up deeper and deeper into her pussy. The memories sent her heart to racing, and her twat to tingling. She had to swallow hard and fan her overheated face with newly gloved hands.

Belinda walked over to Brenda. The elder beauty was alerted by the sound of her stilettos clicking on the cold, polished tile. Her head snapped up with a snarl on her lovely face. Then she froze.

“No,” Brenda whispered. “You can’t wear that costume. I’M Ms Americana, not you.”

“Au contraire,” Belinda said. “You WERE Ms Americana, but a new order has taken over. Now I am Ms Americana.”

Brenda’s baby blues flashed. “I won’t allow that. I’ll expose you to the world before I allow you to just assume my super heroine identity. I created Ms Americana. I made her what she is today, the premier super heroine. The Queen of Justice!”

“Yada, yada, yada,” Belinda said. “You did a great job building the FOUNDATION for my future crime fighting career. But I’ve proven I’m faster, stronger and more cunning. So I’m the new Ms Americana.” She looked Brenda over with amused eyes. “And for that matter, I’m the new Brenda Wade, too.”

“What?”

“I won,” Belinda said smugly. “Winner takes all. So I’m taking everything that was Brenda Wade for myself, including all the money, privilege and power that goes along with it.”

“Impossible,” Brenda said. “I’m Brenda.”

“No, you are BELINDA now,” she said. “A nobody. Worthless. Unloved and not missed by anyone.” Her smile became truly wicked now. “Like you said, Belinda has to vanish, disappear. And you are about to vanish into thin air.”

Brenda charged the young upstart. But Belinda was wearing the power belt. She was too fast, too strong to fight. She easily caught Brenda and tossed her across the room to bounce off the wall again. Dazed, Brenda fell to her knees again.

“Ah, the thrill of victory,” Belinda said. Then she looked Brenda over, kneeling before her, still dazed. “So that’s what the agony of defeat looks like.”

She grabbed Brenda by her throat and lifted her to her booted feet. Then she backhanded her brutally, sending her older clone smashing back into the wall. When she bounced back, Belinda kicked her in the stomach, doubling Brenda up.

“Uuugghhhh,” Brenda cried, and fell to her knees.

“This is too easy,” Belinda said. “I’m bored.”

She dragged Brenda over to a straight-back chair and bent her over it. She tied Brenda’s ankles to the back legs of the chair, then secured her to the chair just above the knees. Belinda tied her wrists behind her back, then tied a rope around her neck. That rope was pulled down and taut, leaving the shapely captive helplessly bent over the chair and exposing her moist twat and shapely hiney to exploitation.

Belinda strolled over to Ms Americana’s trophy case and picked up a souvenir. An award given to her by grateful victims she’d rescued. The college coeds were the victims of white slavers, and Ms Americana rescued five of their members, so they made her an honorary member. The token of their gratitude was a Sorority Paddle.

“Mercy!” Brenda cried, struggling frantically, and Belinda gave her a wicked smile. “I beg you, have mercy!”

“Too late,” Belinda said. “You had the chance to GIVE mercy earlier and a little well deserved charity, but instead chose to take the dark path. Now I have the upper hand, and you will suffer the consequences of your earlier actions.”

A chill infused Brenda’s bound body as she watched her beautiful costumed nemesis slowly walking towards her, paddle in red gloved hand. It was so freaky to see someone dressed as Ms Americana, looking so perfect in the costume, coming to spank her. And there was no doubt she was going to get the spanking of her life, because Belinda’s masked face was awash with dark lust and her nipples were hard and poking through the thin fabric of the red, white and blue bikini top.

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Brenda Wade. A very bad girl,” Belinda said, and smacked the paddle against her palm. She paused to caress Brenda’s silky smooth rump. She smiled to see how wet her pussy had become. “Of course, being a younger version of you, I know how much you are going to enjoy this spanking. The combination of pleasure, pain and humiliation will stoke the flames of your darkest desires, truly firing up your libido. But you won’t enjoy this as much as I’ll enjoy it.”

Belinda moved back a step. She extended the paddle, gently caressing Brenda’s rump with the paddle. She stroked Brenda's rump with the smooth, cool surface of the paddle, then stroked the back of her satiny thighs. The sexy usurper enjoyed the sight of Brenda swallowing nervously. Soon, the anxious heiress was panting.

She lifted the paddle about shoulder height, and swung it down with a muted crack.

“Ah,” Brenda cried softly, obviously surprised it wasn’t particularly painful.

“Tell me you are a bad girl,” Belinda coaxed. “Say it.”

“No. Never,” Brenda said haughtily. “I’m a good girl.”

Anger flashed across Belinda’s masked face. The paddle lifted quickly, and she brought it back down with about the strength of an average woman. Crack! Brenda’s eyes widened and she sharply sucked in breath.

“Tell me you are a bad girl.”

“Never.”

CRACK!

“Great Liberty!” she cried.

CRACK!

“Aaaaaaaaaaggghhhhh!”

CRACK!

“Aaaaagghhhhhh….I’m bad!”

CRACK!

“Grrreeaaaaaaaat Liberty! I’m a bad girl! Very BAD!”

“That’s more like it,” Belinda said, grinning. Then her baby blues narrowed dangerously, “Bad girls have to be punished.”

Belinda laid into Brenda’s rump with relish. It sounded like rifles being shot, repeatedly, quickly. And she didn’t stop until Brenda’s sweet ass cheeks were bright red and her beautiful face was drenched in hot tears.

“Ah, I feel so much better now, don’t you?” Belinda said.

“Bitch,” Brenda whispered hoarsely.

Belinda laughed and went rummaging through the secret suite of rooms, then went out into the adjoining Master Bedroom Suite. Brenda’s closet, make that CLOSETS, totally blew her away. They were larger than most peoples’ homes, and filled with designer clothes. She left no drawer unopened, looked under bed and furniture. Soon, she had what she was looking for.

“I knew I’d find it,” Belinda said, holding up a small box she had hidden in a locked drawer next to the bed. Brenda groaned and struggled within her bonds, to no avail. “Despite your sterling reputation as a pure as snow feminist and prude, I knew there was a darker, kinkier side to you.”

She dumped the contents of the box on a table near the chair. Brenda gazed with horror upon the assorted dildos, vibrators, lubricants and such, and turned bright red. The vanquished millionaire vigilante swallowed nervously when Belinda squirted a large dollop of lubricating cream on her finger.

“You have to obey the law if you want to be the new Ms Americana,” Brenda cried as Belinda rubbed a healthy dose of lubricant all over and deep inside her sphincter.

“You should’ve thought of that before you abused me so terribly,” Belinda said coldly as she picked up an eight inch vibrating dildo. She calmly loaded the batteries, then smiled at Brenda. “Now you are about to reap the harvest you sewed, sweetheart.”

“Aaauuuuuuggghhhhh,” Brenda groaned, her shapely body instantly tensed as Belinda slowly inserted the vibrating dildo up her asshole. “Great Liberty! Please. I mean….uuhh…mercy, I….Oooohhhhgghhhhhhh.”

The new Ms Americana held up an eight inch black dildo attached to a harness and a bright red, rubber ball-gag..

“A strap-on dildo and ball-gag,” she cooed. “Who, pray tell, do you use THIS on? That sweet as candy looking blonde bimbo, Lydia?” Then she stopped, turned to look at the Flag Girl costumes. “Oh my God, Lydia is Flag Girl? Sweet!”

When Brenda opened her mouth to protest, Belinda stuffed the ball-gag in and quickly strapped it behind her head.

“Nnuuuugggghhhh! Uuunnnnn!”

“What? I don’t understand a thing you are saying,” Belinda said, grinning. “But it’s obvious you’re enjoying that vibrator up the ass.”

Belinda fastened the black leather harness round her well rounded hips. It fit perfectly. She smeared the thick black hard rubber shaft with KY Jelly. Then she scooted up behind the helpless former heroine. She pressed the tip of the glistening dildo to Brenda’s swollen, moist pussy lips. The bound babe tensed up, eyes wild.

“Time for us to bond, Babycakes,” Belinda said smugly and thrust forward hard.

“Uuuggghhhhhhhh!” Brenda cried. Half the eight inch dildo was forced into her super tight pussy. “Nnnnuuuuuuggghhhhh.”

“Bonding with bondage sex. How romantic.”

Belinda grabbed Brenda’s shapely hips and began pumping the thick black dildo in and out of her bound and gagged clone. Brenda struggled pathetically, bucking and groaning with every thrust. Very quickly the stunning submissive was panting hard through her nose, fighting the burning sensation spreading up from her cunt, enflaming her ardor and burning away her will to fight.

<Must…not…be….t-tamed,> she thought, trying desperately to concentrate. <So hard.>

Brenda felt her resolve melting, buckling under the constant pounding Belinda was dishing out from behind. Combined with the vibrator shoved up her ass, the strap-on fucking was beating her down.

“Oh look,” Belinda said. “The monitor is showing Lydia is home. I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Nnnnuuuuuuugghhh,” Brenda screamed into her gag. At that moment, she lost her concentration and the raging storm deep in her belly broke loose. The building orgasm swept through her body, setting her belly to trembling and every muscle tensing up. Then the climax exploded. “Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh!”

Belinda continued to fuck Brenda for the next forty-five minutes, while monitoring Lydia’s progress through the mansion. The perky blonde went to the kitchen first for a snack. Then she went to a cozy sitting area and flipped open a cell phone, and chatted away with a friend while she ate. Then, she headed up to her suite next to Brenda’s. During that time, Belinda forced another eleven climaxes out of her gorgeous prisoner.

Pulling the thick, eight inch strap-on dildo out of Brenda’s dripping vagina, Belinda stepped to her side and looked her over with smug satisfaction. Sweat was rolling off the super heated hottie’s curvaceous body, down her mile long legs and swinging 44DDs.

“You may find this amusing, but I was in this exact position just a week ago,” she said. “Except it was a big silicon titted blonde fucking me. And, of course, she let me go my own sweet way afterwards. That won’t happen here tonight.”

Belinda went exploring again. She quickly found what she was looking for: the refrigerator that Brenda mentioned earlier, full of truth serums. She located a box of syringes and gathered up doses of several truth serums. Then she injected them all into Brenda’s still rosy red butt cheeks.

“Great Liberty! This is so wrong,” Brenda groaned.

Right or wrong, it wasn’t long before Brenda was in a happy daze. She answered Belinda’s questions honestly, but a bit slowly and with slurred speech. Indeed, she was a treasure trove of information. The New Brenda Wade learned all of the names, personalities and responsibilities of her top executives. Then they started going over Brenda’s many rich and important friends, business associates out of her company and the scant few former lovers she’d submitted to. Very quickly, Belinda realized it wasn’t going to be easy pretending to be Brenda Wade, not for a while anyway. There was far too much she didn’t know, and should know.

“Get comfortable,” Belinda said, a smug single eyebrow-raised look on her gorgeous masked face. “You’re going to be here a while.”

Belinda walked over to the internal security system, with the monitors and cameras all over the mansion. It took a few minutes, but she finally found the camera in Lydia’s bedroom suite. Then she zoomed in on the nineteen year old blonde beauty.

Belinda bit her lower lip once she got a good look at the nineteen year old blonde beauty. Blonde bangs almost into her bright blue eyes, full sensuous pink lips she longed to kiss and a set of 36Ds Belinda wanted to get her newly gloved hands on. She wore a pink satin choker that matched her lips and long nails, hot pink top that was off the shoulder and oh so tight, red leather mini, baby doll socks and hot pink stiletto pumps.

“I’m having a wicked teen queen daydream about Lovely Lydia,” Belinda said, the heat in her snatch making her squirm. She fought the urge to reach down to her clit, and give herself a little pleasure. “It’s close to becoming a wet dream.”

There was no response from the former Ms Americana. So Belinda walked over and checked her out. Brenda looked whipped. Utterly, totally beaten down and out.

“Still conscious and reasonable alert,” Belinda said, though Brenda was still deeply under the power of the truth drugs, but too exhausted to exchange conversation unless forced. “If you’re not going to play my little game, then I might as well go play with that sweet little morsel of teenage siren of pent up sexual frustration and need.” She smiled wickedly down at Brenda. “I bet I can easily seduce her, bring her to an Earth shattering climax, that will leave her as helpless as you are right now. And then she’ll join you in here, and in bondage.”

“No right,” Brenda said weakly. “To her, you will appear to be me. I’m her mentor and legal guardian. To use my -- your -- power and authority over her, to seduce her, is all wrong. It is boorish and so like a man to do such a vile act. It’s paramount to rape.”

“You mean like I did to you, proving my victory and power over you in the most profound manner imaginable?”

Belinda enjoyed how red Brenda’s face became just as red as her shapely but well spanked behind. Humiliation on another woman was so beautiful to behold. Especially since she did the humiliating.

“Y-yes.”

“You want me to leave Lydia alone?” she asked, baby blues flashing.

“Please, Lydia is innocent,” Brenda begged, feeling her face flame even hotter. “I am the one to blame, the woman that did you wrong. Take out your anger on me, not Lydia.”

Belinda removed her bikini bottoms, jerked her helpless prisoner’s head up by the hair and stepped up to Brenda’s face, pressing her twat to her lips. Brenda groaned in misery.

“Earn it,” Belinda said. “If you want to save Lydia from being seduced and sexually abused by me, then eat me. Satisfy my libido, and I won’t sate my unnatural thirst with your precious protégé’s fucklicious body.”

Brenda’s throat tightened and a few tears escaped. She opened her lips, tasting her vanquisher for the first time. The former lady of position and privilege slowly pushed her tongue out to give the first tentative lick.

“You’ll have to do better than that, and fast,” Belinda said warningly. Brenda hooked her tongue, and pulled Belinda’s fleshy folds open. “Oh, do I detect a little talent down there?”

Brenda forgot about herself and concentrated on giving her younger clone the best cunnilingus possible at that awkward angle and bound up so tightly. It was immediately obvious, from taste and smell, that Belinda wasn’t as thorough and careful with her feminine hygiene as herself. But she persevered and quickly had the funky taste coating her pussy licked off. Then she went to town on that twat.

“Oh, yeah,” Belinda said. “You do have your talents.”

Belinda lifted one red booted foot up to the chair’s seat, opening herself up even more, allowing Brenda a better angle. Within minutes she felt her body changing, responding that most delightful of sensations. The real Brenda Wade quickly worked Belinda up to the brink of climax, but Belinda was so caught up in it she lost her balance and fell on her butt.

“Oh!” she cried. “I was so close, too.”

“That’s good for you as Ms Americana,” Brenda said, the truth serums still affecting her. “If you climax enough, lose all of your pent up sexual frustrations, then you lose you super powers.”

“What? You never said anything about that before.”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Well, that explains why a naturally oversexed woman like you abstained from sex,” Belinda said, shaking her head woefully. “I don’t think the world will see as much of Ms Americana from now on.” Then she thought a moment, a frown on her beautiful masked face. Suddenly, her baby blues lit up eagerly. “That means Flag Girl, or Lydia, is also enduring extreme sexual denial and pent up frustration.”

“Yes.”

“Wahoo! Lydia will be helpless to resist me!” Belinda laughed. “Her fragile ego and self control will shatter like an egg slammed against a wall, and make her my absolute sex slave.”

“NO! You promised!”

Belinda smiled brightly at her vanquished foe.

“Oh, bad girl here, remember?”

Belinda ball-gagged Brenda, though the secret suite was soundproof. Then she moved the chair to in front of the video monitor showing Lydia’s room. The Sexlicious teen was sprawled out on the bed spread-eagle, talking on her cell phone to a friend. From that angle, Belinda could see her pink thong covered pubic mound peeking out beneath her red leather skirt.

“Enjoy the cumming show,” Belinda purred.

Belinda removed the strap-on and put everything, except the vibrator inside Brenda, back into the box. Then she picked up the box, with a smug smile at Brenda and headed for the secret door into Lydia’s suite of rooms. She strode confidently into Lydia’s huge closet, leaving the hidden door open. Then she sauntered into Lydia’s bedroom.

“Oh! Brenda,” Lydia said, becoming instantly alert. “Uh, Hilary, I have to go. See you tomorrow in biology.” She clicked off and smiled brightly up at the woman she mistook for her mentor, role-model and personal heroine in all aspects of life. “Hiya, Ms A! Are we going out tonight! I’ll get dressed up.”

“Not so fast, my passionate protégé,” Belinda said, laying a hand on the perky blonde’s hard, flat belly and pressing her back onto her back. Then Belinda sat beside her, her right hip pressed against the bare skin of Lydia’s upper thigh, so smooth and satiny to the touch. “We’re staying in tonight. I thought we might do something special, something more pleasant than chasing stinky old criminals around the gutter.”

“Oh?”

Lydia’s gorgeous blue eyes were so innocent and open, so trusting and vulnerable that Belinda felt her libido stoked to a fierce blaze. It was going to be even better than when she fucked Brenda earlier. She licked her upper lip, exposing the underside of her tongue seductively to Lydia. The sexed up and shamefully sexy blonde teenager’s eyes widened ever so slightly, as her own tongue mirrored Belinda’s unconsciously. Lydia’s breathing was noticeable shallower and Belinda noted her nipples were hard and poking the skin tight hot pink top.

“Oh,” Belinda said, the tip of her gloved fingers brushing Lydia’s nearest nipple through the thin clothe. Lydia gasped, the electricity from that brief contact overwhelming. “Your nipples are so hard. Why could that be? What were you and your girlfriend discussing? Boys?”

Lydia swallowed the lump in her throat. Twice before she could trust her voice.

“Ms A, I’ve….I mean…,” Lydia started to say, then paused to fan herself with one hand. “I mean…you’ve never…”

“Never what?” Belinda asked innocently, leaning in close. Lydia’s delicate perfume was heady and stoked her libido even more. When Lydia’s eyes widened with a trace of fear and confusion, Belinda reached up and cupped the teen temptress’s hefty tit, making her gasp and drop her eyes to the contact point. While she was distracted, Belinda moved in. “Lydia, I just want to…”

Lydia looked, turning her face towards her voice and finding her face a bare inch from her mentor’s. Their full lips, pink and red, just an inch apart, with Belinda’s slightly parted and obviously hungry. Her body stiffened, but she didn’t pull away.

“I thought we couldn’t….Mmmmm,” Lydia started, but was cut off when Belinda’s lips melted into hers. “Uummm mmmmmm.”

“I’ve wanted you so bad for so long it hurt,” Belinda lied most sincerely.

“Oh, Brenda! Me too!”

Belinda pulled Lydia’s hot pink top down, expose naked 36Ds. Her perfectly defined pink nipples were erect and hard as rocks. For a second surprise flashed across Lydia’s gorgeous face, then lust consumed her.

“Oh, Brenda, I’ve waited so long for this,” Lydia breathed sexily, dreamily.

They enjoyed another long, open-mouth, lipstick kiss before Belinda started kissing her way down Lydia’s face, neck and to her very taut tits. The sexy teen heroine was so aroused she was panting and clutching desperately at the woman she thought was her mentor and guardian.

“Aauuuuuuuoooooo,” Lydia groaned when Belinda took a super sensitive nipple into her hot, eager mouth. “You’re so good to me.”

“I have so much more to teach you, sweetheart,” Belinda said. “So much you have been denied for so long.”

“Oh, yes,” Lydia cried. “I’m ready!”

Belinda reached up under her red leather skirt and pulled her thong panties down her shapely, tan legs. Then she spread those satiny thighs wide and knelt between them. Eagerly Lydia, reached down between her legs with perfectly manicured fingers. She quickly pulled the fleshy, glistening wet folds apart and opened herself up to her lover.

“Mmm,” Belinda groaned as she started lapping up Lydia’s flowing pussy juices. “Delicious.”

Lydia’s blue eyes rolled up and her back arched. She’d never been able to do more than masturbate to the brink of climax before. Brenda taught her right after she became Flag Girl that such unfulfilling masturbation stoked her libido, causing terrible need and sexual frustration. That pent up sexual frustration fueled her power belt, making her a super heroine.

Belinda pushed a finger into her slick pussy. It went in easily. Too easily. She wasn’t a virgin! Belinda was more than a little disappointed. The slut had already been deflowered, even though as Flag Girl she did half a dozen Public Service commercials aimed at kids, telling them to stay virgins. No problem, though. There was still plenty of hot babe left to exploit. And to make it even sweeter, the real Brenda Wade was tied up and watching everything through closed circuit TV.

<I wonder if Brenda is surprised to learn Lydia has been pining for her?> Belinda wondered.

It didn’t take long for the lesbian experienced Belinda to find Lydia’s G-spot, making the statuesque teen jump, grunt and moan almost on command. After gaining absolute control of the helpless part time heroine, Belinda sucked her clit into her mouth and applied extreme, erotic attention to it.

“Yyyyyuuueeeoooooowwwww!”

Belinda kept up her relentless sexual assault on poor inexperienced Lydia. Very quickly that so loved erotic heat infused her shapely, sexually deprived body. The blonde bombshell’s hands started caressing her own tits, pulling and pinching her sensitive nipples. The promised orgasm started building quickly, being so long denied her by her duties as Flag Girl. But now Ms Americana was personally taking care of her “problem” in the most erotic, most satisfying way imaginable.

“Oh! Ms A, I’m building,” Lydia gasped. “Building so fast it is scary.”

“Don’t be afraid, my pretty protégé,” the new Ms Americana purred seductively. “You’re getting exactly what you deserve. Just lay back and enjoy.”

“Oooogghhh, yes,” Lydia gasped.

Lydia was so close. So full of lust and desire and need.

She looked down her shapely body and saw her idol, Ms Americana, hungrily lapping up her pussy juices, sucking on her clit and with a finger thrust deep up her vagina, massaging her G-Spot expertly. It was more than her little teenage mind could handle, and she felt that glorious tingling heat go over the top and began that unstoppable rush to climax.

“Oh! I-I’m…cuum..mminng!” Lydia cried, eyes wide in shock and joyful disbelief as that most heady of orgasms claimed her body and soul. “Oooohhhhhhhhh-aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Belinda kept up the sexual assault until Lydia collapsed from exhaustion and from being sexually satisfied. Then the new Ms Americana stood up, looking down upon her newest conquest with supreme satisfaction. After a moment, she stepped over to the box of kinky goodies and pulled out a vibrator and strap-on. Then she rejoined Lydia on the bed.

“Here’s another lesson, Sweetie,” the new Ms Americana purred.

She pushed the vibrator up Lydia already quivering pussy. The beautiful blonde gasped, unprepared for that newest sensation. Her back arched and her head rolled back. While she was reduced to a sex slave, Belinda buckled on the strap-on, with a giant red dildo. She collected some of Lydia’s dripping pussy juices and applied them liberally to the dildo’s thick, knobby shaft.

“Momma wants a shot of tight ass, babe,” Belinda said, rolling Lydia onto her belly and climbed between her wide-spread legs. Then she guided the ten inch red dildo straight into Lydia’s puckered sphincter. “Take that!”

“Aaaaauuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhh!” Lydia cried, clearly in pain.

“I knew you’d like that,” Belinda said, pushing it in a good five inches before pulling back for a harder, deeper stroke.

The stacked super heroine usurper grabbed Lydia’s golden mane in both hands and pulled hard as she thrust that strap-on deep between her honey-hued butt cheeks. The blonde babe’s head came back and her rump rose up in the air, giving Belinda ever better access to her sphincter.

“Aaahhh, it hurts,” Lydia groaned. “Hurts so much….ooohh, hurts so ….good.”

Belinda turned to look up into the camera and grin victoriously. She just knew the former Ms Americana was watching, horror stricken. And maybe even jealous.

“O-Oh! Oh…my…GOD!” Lydia cried, and climaxed again. “Aaaaaiiiiiieeeee! Ohhggggggghhhhhhhhhhh-aaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyeeeeeee!”

Belinda didn’t relent. She strap-on fucked Lydia long and hard for an hour. In the end, the sexy teen heroine was sprawled out on her belly, unable to even maintain her hands and knees, just having machine gun orgasms and delirious with sexual pleasure. Sweat drenched her blonde locks, plastering them to her neck and back, and sweat even soaked the bed sheets below.

“Ohhhh, Ms A,” Lydia said breathlessly. “You have de-powered me for a week, if not a month. I am TOTALLY satisfied.”

“De-powered?” Belinda said, confused and very attentive.

“Mmmm, yes,” Lydia breathed, snuggling deeper into the sheets to go to sleep. “You’ve taken away all of my pent up sexual frustration.”

“So?”

“Silly, that means nothing is left to fuel my belt, you know that,” she said, but started to come back awake. There was a look of troubled confusion on her beautiful face. “Why are you asking these questions?”

“Oh, I guess because I didn’t know,” Belinda lied, smiling smugly. “I’m not really Ms Americana. But I’ve conquered her and taken over her identity as Ms Americana and Brenda Wade. Is there a problem with that?”

“Impossible! No one can defeat Ms Americana!”

“I beg to differ, Sweetie,” Belinda said, and seized Lydia by the hair.

“Eeeeeeeeks!”

She pulled the statuesque teenager off the bed and ran her into the wall. When Lydia bounced off, Belinda was waiting with a right hook. Lydia grunted and fell straight back, unconscious and laying spread-eagle at Belinda’s feet.

“That was fun.”

Belinda picked Lydia up and carried her back to the original Brenda.

Using the truth serums, Belinda kept her two prisoners pliable and ready to spill their guts about any subject, business deal and person Belinda needed to deal with in her new life as Brenda Wade. It wasn’t hard passing herself off a Brenda Wade. First thing, she told everyone she got laser eye surgery so didn’t need the glasses, and everyone remarked how much younger she looked without the spectacles. She just smiled and thanked them.

Of course, the very first thing she did as Brenda was fire all the security guards that had been involved in abusing her. Next, she cleaned house of anyone that gave any hint they thought something odd with the “new and improved” Brenda Wade. Within a month everything was running smoothly. Within two months she was completely up to speed on all aspects of Brenda Wade’s social, business and super heroine life.

“You’ll be pleased to hear that Ms Americana is being given a Freedom Medal from the President next week. I have to clear my schedule and come up with an excuse for Brenda to leave town on business or vacation. And, since I’ll be gone about a week, I have to end our relationship. Forever.”

Brenda and Lydia just swallowed hard, their eyes full of dread. The red ball-gag in Brenda’s mouth, and the blue one in Lydia’s, kept them from saying anything. Though, she thought it might be fun to listen to them beg for mercy some more. It always made her feel powerful and good.

“I’ve already arranged for your sell overseas. Brenda’s going to a drug lord in Venezuela and Lydia to brothel in South Africa,” she said. “Sorry, Lydia, but that’s a decidedly seedy brothel in South Africa.”

With that, “Brenda” loaded her older clone into a crate, injected her with a sleeping drug and sealed it shut. Then she did the same to Lydia. Using her super strength, she single-handedly loaded the awkward wooden crates onto a stolen pickup she had in the secret super heroine garage. Then she dressed in all black leather and latex, and drove the pickup to the agreed upon spot near the airport. Four dark suited, dark sunglass wearing men were waiting with a briefcase. She opened the crates, let them take a peek, then accepted the briefcase. She didn’t bother counting the money, since money wasn’t her objective any more. She had tons of money.

“Good-bye, girls, been fun knowing you,” the new Brenda Wade said. “Have fun.”

With that, she left to live her new, filthy rich lifestyle of pleasure and power.

THE END