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MS AMERICANA: QUEEN OF HEARTS

By Dark One

The Queen of Hearts smiled seductively at the bank guard. The old man’s eyes all but bugged out at the sight of her spectacular, scantily clad body. Her smile turned into something a bit more knowing.

“Are you a super heroine or something?” he asked, awestruck.

The golden-maned Queen of Hearts stood before him in a tight hot pink, lacy teddy that displayed her 38DDs spectacularly, and was laced up the front to display a lot of soft, satiny flesh. Red garters dropped front and back from the teddy to lacy pink stockings, which ended in hot pink stiletto pumps. Her red and pink "Heart" G-string barely covered her nether regions, while a lacy pink choker decorated with a red heart encircled her neck. And pink opera gloves, with silver bangles at both wrists, covered her slender arms. At five foot ten, she was tall for a woman, especially wearing such tall heels.

“Yes, or something,” she said so sweetly his heart melted. She drew an intricate rune in the air, which glowed brightly in midair. Then she muttered an arcane phrase, and the glowing rune shot straight into his heaving chest. “I love you. Do you love me?”

“Yes, I love you with all my heart and soul,” the elderly bank guard said feverishly. His eyes and face were consumed with love and desire as he fell to his knees before her. “I’ll do anything for you, my love.”

“Good, help me rob this bank to prove your love,” she said, slanting a smug look over her bare shoulders at her henchmen behind. “These are your new friends.”

The Queen of Hearts was a rare breed indeed. A full sorceress. Her greatest power was the ability to bewitch emotionally. To make her prey fall deeply, madly and hopelessly in love with her. Her victims were helpless to do anything other than her wish, in a desperate and futile belief that by obeying her whims and commands they will win her love and devotion in return.

“Everyone!” he cried, turning around and pulling his pistol. He fired one round into the ceiling, getting everyone’s undivided attention. “Hands up. This is a bank robbery!”

“Thank you, my love,” the Queen of Hearts purred with pleasure as she stepped past him. She quickly cast another spell, that caused a dozen runes to glow in the air before her, then she spoke the trigger phrase, and they all streaked into the chests of the assembled men. Suddenly, all of the men in the bank were her devoted love slaves, eager to please in any way she desired. “All my loves, please help my associates fill our bags with all the money you can find. Including any money you have upon your persons.”

With the bank president, managers and a couple patrons working enthusiastically, the Queen of Hearts’ men quickly filled their bags with all of the bank's paper money. They didn’t want any coins. Too heavy to carry for the value. Paper money was more valuable and much lighter.

“Hold it! Don’t anyone move,” a harsh male voice commanded from the door.

The Queen of Hearts slanted an amused look over her shoulder at the pair of cops. Two men. One was older, a sergeant, while the other wide eyed cop appeared to be a rookie learning the ropes.

“How sweet, more pretty men to help little ole me,” she purred prettily. Before the cops knew what was happening, she cast her spell on them. Seconds later they were threatening the female tellers to find even MORE money and other valuables.

Ten minutes after entering the small branch office of Delta City’s largest banking chain, the Queen of Hearts followed her henchmen out the front door. Her newly enchanted, devoted love slaves gawked at her in confusion and distress.

“Fear not, my loves,” she said with a smug smile. “We will be together soon. But right now, I need you to stay here and give the police that arrive conflicting information about the robbery. Can you do that for…ME?”

“Yes!” they cried.

“Good boys,” she said, turned and walked out of their lives forever.

# # #

Ms Americana crinkled her nose. The "witnesses" were clearly bewitched. She was torn on whether they are guilty of bank robbery or pathetic victims. Men, after all, were so easy bewitched by a beautiful woman. The problem was whether this Queen of Hearts used real magic, or was so stunningly beautiful and alluring that the men lost their minds and did her evil bidding.

"Clearly magic, Commissioner," Chief McKenzie said, walking up to Commission Borden and Ms Americana. "Forensics has found magical residue on all the men. A dastardly enchantment was used to compel them to rob the bank."

"But none of the women were bespelled, were they, Chief McKenzie?" Ms Americana said.

"Uh, no, Ms Americana. They weren't," he said, frowning. "I wonder why?"

"Yes, odd," Ms Americana said, having her suspicions. "I suspect it is that men are more susceptible to such enchantments. While men might have strong bodies, women have honed our minds. That would make us less susceptible to magical manipulation."

"Uh-huh," Commission Borden said, giving her that 'yeah, right' look again. The commissioner and police chief were always standing up for male power. She believed them to be typical, misguided misogynists. They would never accept the natural superiority of women, despite everything she and other super heroines did on an almost daily basis. "I'll take that under advisement. But we have a real tough one here either way. This woman who calls herself the Queen of Hearts has robbed seven banks in as many days. She's obviously a sorceress of considerable power."

"With a weakness," Ms Americana said, grinning. Everyone had a weakness, an Achilles Heel. She believed she knew the Queen of Hearts' Achilles Heel. "Fear not, Commissioner Borden, Chief McKenzie, I am on the job now. I'll bring this so called 'Queen of Hearts' in tomorrow. The Queen of Hearts is no match for the Queen of Justice!"

Ms Americana spent the rest of the day, and well into the night analyzing the Queen of Hearts' crimes. There had to be a common thread. Something about the banks that made her chose a particular one. It was obvious she'd driven past much wealthier banks to rob certain ones. She didn't see it until she marked each robbed bank on a large map of Delta City.

"A heart!" she cried with delight. The Queen of Hearts as drawing a large heart on the map of Delta City, in effect. Just connect the dots. Then using that strategy, she discovered which bank would be hit next. "I got you. You are not my equal, in any way."

The next day the Queen of Justice was up bright and early. She cleared Brenda Wade's busy schedule, feigning illness. Then she put on her legendary costume. First, she pulled on her red stiletto calf boots, with the white stripes, zipping them up. Then she pulled her red, white and blue star-spangled and striped bikini bottoms up her mile long legs. She tugged on the gold trim bottoms until nice and snug, then she wrapped the matching strapless top around her upper body, and struggled to stuff her infamous 44DDs inside. It was quite a job, but she had them inside and plumped up nicely. After tying on her blue choker with the gold star, she put on her red star earrings. Then she put on her blue, star-spangled mask and golden power belt, enjoying the feel of super strength and endurance suddenly surging through her statuesque body. There was a pronounced sexual, erotic taint to it, for the belt fed on her pent up sexual frustrations, making her ten times stronger than a mere man.

Last, but not least, she crowned herself with the golden tiara -- truly the Queen of Justice now.

After admiring herself in a full-length mirror, her full red lips spread into a victorious smile and she picked up her red gauntlet gloves. She pulled the gloves on as she headed for the car, already going over her comments to the press after capturing the elusive Queen of Hearts. Well, elusive to MEN, anyway.

"It's not easy being a heroine, but someone's got to do it," she said, grinning.

When her surveillance and traffic computers all gave her a green light, Ms Americana clicked a button on the dash. The secret garage's door swung up and away, she fired up her patriotically themed sports car, and hit the gas. She shot out of her garage and onto the street within seconds, racing for Delta City.

Ms Americana was setup and waiting before the bank opened for the day. Unfortunately, the Queen of Hearts wasn't consistent with the times she robbed banks. That was annoying, but the sexy super heroine was patient.

It was just after one that afternoon when a hot pink, full sized van pulled up in front of the bank. There were heart-shaped windows cut into the sides, near the back. Ms Americana frowned, thinking it looked so 70s. She wondered if the interior was all stereo, shag carpet and bed, wired for sound and sex.

Men in baby blue suits and black masks piled out of the van. Then a gorgeous blonde in pink lingerie and heels slinked out, looked around and led the way inside.

"Once again, I am right," Ms Americana said, smiling with satisfaction.

Inside, and unseen by Ms Americana, the Queen of Hearts entered the bank. Everyone stopped and gawked at the beautiful blonde and she walked to the center of the lobby and struck a seductive pose. She pouted, her pretty hot pink lips pursed. Then she winked and smiled brightly. Drawing a magic rune in the air before her face, she started kissing at each and every man in the bank. Each instantly fell madly, helplessly, SLAVISHLY in love with her.

"Hello, my pretties," she purred sexily. She could feel the sexual tension in the room, like a tightly wound up rubber band. The enchanted men were aching to speak with her, to touch her, to make love to her. They wanted her more than life itself. Those feelings would last about three days, then fade, but they would probably never fully recover from their magically created love of her. She almost felt sorry for their wives and lovers. "I have a little problem. This bank as gobs of money, and little ole me wants it. Will you be sweet little dolls and collect it for me?"

"YES!" they cried in unison.

The enchanted men didn't hesitate. From the branch manager to the eighty year old retiree, they rushed to find and collect all of the money for their beloved. The women, on the other had, were horrified and disgusted. They glowered at her, but said nothing since her henchmen all carried pistols. After the money was collected from the bank, she had the men empty their pockets and then take the money and jewelry from the women.

"Good job, boys," the Queen of Hearts cooed, clapping her hands in delight. The men groaned with desire and need. She loved taunting them with her beauty. Somehow, acting like a giggling, little girl sexy bimbo always made them weak. "Now, do me a BIG favor and…"

"Halt!" Ms Americana cried. Her voice was deep and commanding, causing the Queen's men to hesitate with wide eyes. Even the Queen of Hearts hesitated. <Ooo, such power in that voice,> she thought. <I like.> Then she turned to face the legendary Queen of Justice for the first time. "Pretty. Are those tits real?"

For the first time in her life, the Queen of Hearts felt a touch of jealousy and body envy. What a set of tits! And the rest of Ms Americana's body was spectacular, too. She was so tall and voluptuous, so painfully gorgeous it was even obvious from behind her mask.

"We meet at last, my rival Queen," the Queen of Hearts said.

"There's only room in this town for one Queen," Ms Americana said.

"I agree."

"So you're going down," Ms Americana said, grinning triumphantly.

Ms Americana had full confidence she could handle the Queen of Hearts. That evil femme fatale was ultra feminine and girlie. That woman did NOT engage in any martial combat. She was a lover, not a fighter, therefore no threat. The Queen of Hearts' male minions, though, would likely have to be beaten into submission. And that would be her pleasure.

"Well, one of us will being going down," the Queen of Hearts said, smiling wantonly. "Have you ever given head before? How about deep throat?"

The Queen of Justice felt her face heat up and her heart rate ramp up. How dare that pathetic little twit insult her like that, and in public! She didn't care how girlie the Queen of Hearts was, she intended to get at least one good gut punch into that shameless hussy.

"I'm a superior woman, Queen of Sluts," Ms Americana said, pleased that for once she could disrespect and besmirch a criminal's name. Turnabout felt good.

"Ouchie! She hurt my little feelings," the Queen of Hearts cried, her sweet voice pulling even at Ms Americana's heart. But the effect on the surrounding men was profound. They glared darkest hate at Ms Americana, crouched low and growled. "Would someone who really, really loves me, teach that vile woman a hard lesson in respect?"

"YES!" the men cried. "I WILL!"

With wild animal cries the male bank staff and patrons attacked the Queen of Justice. She fought desperately, trying not to hurt the innocent victims of the Queen of Hearts' insidious magic. Soon, though, Ms Americana found herself backed into a corner.

"Toodles!" the Queen of Hearts said, heading for the entrance. Her masked henchmen grinned at Ms Americana as they carried bags of stolen loot. Ms Americana screamed in rage and frustration as her enemy paused at the door. "My beloved lovers, do me a big favor. Drag that stuck up, haughty bitch down to the floor, and teach her an erotic lesson in love and obedience. Gang bang her. I want you to fuck her STUPID. For me. Please."

With that, the Queen of Hearts left, her sweet intoxicating laughter drifting away.

"Great Liberty, men!" Ms Americana cried. "Can't you see you've been entranced? She doesn't love you. She just ROBBED you."

"DON'T you dare speak ill of my beloved!" the branch manager declared, dark eyes blazing.

The voluptuous vigilante froze, shocked by the man's fervor. How powerful was the sorceress's powers? She had a dozen men arrayed against her, all hapless victims of the Queen of Hearts. If she just plowed through them many would be hurt, even seriously injured. The press would have a field day with that. They didn't mind their super heroines beating criminals bloody, but had fits if a single hair of an innocent bystander was touched.

Ms Americana's hesitation proved pivotal. The men lunged at her, and she didn't react quickly enough. One hand seized her top between her tits, and ripped it off her body. Tits flopping and bouncing, she fought furiously to keep the men at bay. Then one she doubled up with a fist to the gut dropped to his knees at her feet. To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around her leg.

"Great Liberty, man, let go!" she cried, looking down. When she looked up again a wave of humanity rushed into her. "Nooooooo!"

Hands were grabbing her everywhere -- face, hair, tits, arms and legs. One half pulled off her mask, so she slapped both hands to her face and held the mask on for dear life. Then they started beating on her, their hard fists pounding every inch of her luscious body. Her power belt gave her some protection, in that it hyper enhanced her healing abilities. But the beating was taking its toll.

"Leave me alone!" she cried at the bottom of the pile of irate men.

Using her super powered legs and one arm, the Queen of Justice started lashing out, beating the men off her. But then the security guard snapped a pair of cuffs on her left wrist, and the men bulled her arm up behind her back.

"What are you doing?"

"Submit!"

"Yield!"

"Give it up, bitch."

Then, the branch manager said, "Wait! Let's be nice. Give her a chance to show her good will."

"Yes. I agree," Ms Americana said, desperate for a reprieve. She mentally sighed in relief. Maybe the Queen of Hearts' spell was wearing off. Though they didn't all let go of her, she felt hands being removed and a letting up on the other grips. Ms Americana began to relax, too. "Let's all be reasonable here."

"Yes," the bank manager said, grinning wickedly. "Now."

Before she knew it, Ms Americana felt the hand protecting her masked face pulled away. That arm was twisted and shoved up behind her back so fast she didn't have time to recover from her shock to fight them.

Click!

"Nooooooooooo! Great Liberty, what have you done?" she cried, struggling to escape the steel handcuffs binding her delicate wrists. "You can't handcuff me. This is unlawful restraint. Release me this instant."

"You heard her. Ms Americana wants release," the eighty year old said. He dropped to his knees behind the kneeling, bent over super heroine. Then he pulled her bottoms down to her knees, and pulled out his engorged cock. "For the Queen's Love!"

"Yeeeooooowwww!" Ms Americana cried, impaled on an eighty year old cock.

The bank manager seized her by the hair atop her head, and jerked her head back. The old man started pumping into her pussy. Together they forced a tiny "Ooohh" from her full red lips. Then the bank manager cupped one of her perfect, white globes and gave it a squeeze.

"The Queen said to show her the meaning of Love and Obedience," he said, locking eyes with the sexy super heroine. "We'll start with Love."

"Wait. Don't I recall anything about obedience! Wait, what are -- Mmmmmmmm!" she cried, suddenly finding herself being kissed deeply and passionately. Two other ensorcelled men knelt to either side of the vanquished vigilante and started mauling her tits lustfully. "Uuuhhhmmmm!"

The kissing, fondling and fucking quickly got her overheated. It was hard to breathe and her heart hammered. Within a couple of minutes her body started to change, to become more sensitive and responsive. She grunted and groaned as the fire of her libido slowly began to flame up hotter and hotter.

"Ooouuugghhh," the old man cried, releasing his seed quickly. "Oh, that felt good."

Another patron replaced him quickly. He was MUCH bigger than the old man. His penetration pushed her wider than she'd ever experienced before, not that her three sexual encounters with her college boyfriend so long ago were that significant. Then the bank manager released her lips, and pushed his cock into her mouth.

<Feels…too good,> she thought, trying to keep a clamp on her libido. She was painfully reminded her super strength and endurance was directly related to the amount of sexual frustration and tension her body had built up. <Must…fight…them. Can't let…uh…them clim..ax me…oh, so hard."

The second man came inside her pussy. The feel of his convulsing, cum spewing cock pushed her right up to the edge. Her shapely, treacherous body NEEDED to climax desperately. It was so hard to stop herself. Her whole body was trembling violently due to suppressing that powerful orgasm. She thought she'd fueled her power belt for a year with that one.

Then she heard it. Sirens. Coming closer.

<Great Liberty, I'll be humiliated,> Ms Americana thought. The Police would LOVE to finally rescue her for once. And the fact she was being gang banged would be the icing on the cake for that group of testosterone clowns. <But they can save me before these idiot men climax me. If they HURRY.>

Ms Americana's voluptuous body was fully aroused. Her libido was firing on all drives. The third man mounted her shapely rump from behind, pushing deeply the first stroke. Her back arched and she groaned sensuously.

"Look at her sucking that cock," one of the men said.

Ms Americana was shocked. She was sucking. Not just letting him fuck her mouth, she was actively sucking his dick. Then, before she could sort out how that happened, and why she hadn't noticed, he climaxed. Her cheeks ballooned, full of hot cum.

"Uuummmmmm," she groaned, eyes rolling up as the taste exploded in her mouth and she lost it. The police charged in at that moment, guns draw. The men parted, opening a line of sight from them to her, giving them a perfect side-on view of Ms Americana on her knees, with one man fucking her from behind and another in the process of cumming in her mouth. And the orgasm hit her, like a brick between the eyes. "Aaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"It's…it's Ms Americana giving a BJ!" a cop cried.

"And taking it up the ass," another said.

Their radios cracked and popped with static, then a tinny voice exclaimed, "Say what? You caught Ms Americana, as in the Queen of Justice Americana? Having sex?"

"Ten-four that!"

"Wahoo! Take pictures!"

"Pigs," she muttered as the bank manager pulled out, a thick rope of creamy cum stretching between her slightly parted red lips and the head of his cock. Without thought Ms Americana rolled her tongue around his dickhead and took it all into her mouth, and swallowed. The cops' eyes almost bugged out. "Great Liberty, I'll never live this one down."

Moments later, every cop outside had rushed in to see for themselves, and every cop within ten miles was heading for that bank. Of course, no one moved to help her until after the third man behind her had cum inside her. Then, and only then, did they seem to realize she was handcuffed and being raped, not participating in a wild orgy.

Their tactical sergeant, of course, apologized profusely. But she noted his painful looking hard-on bulging his trousers. She gave her report and staggered to her car and left.

"You will pay dearly for that outrage, Queen of Hearts," Ms Americana growled. "You haven't seen the last of me."

# # #

Sugar Town. Corner of Anita and Cox. The Crazy Hearts Brothel.

The Queen of Hearts was holding court on the first floor when someone familiar entered her presence. Andrew Wessel was six foot four, stocky, strong, but with a growing paunch. He wasn't an attractive man by any measure, and what dwelled within his heart was even uglier. Yet, the forty-five year old man was a cop. Vice Cop. Indeed, he was the Chief of Vice.

She looked to the side, and a beautiful nineteen year old socialite quickly stepped up and held her mirror, so the gorgeous sorceress could check her makeup. Perfect. As always. The blonde socialite holding the mirror gazed upon her mistress with adorning blue eyes.

"You are very beautiful today, Summer," the Queen of Hearts purred, caressing Summer Morgan's soft cheek with the back of her fingers. The publishing heiress purred with pleasure. She wore a pink dog collar, pink opera gloves, pink thong and pink thigh boots. Nothing else, but silver jewelry -- hoop earrings, bangles on her left wrist, diamond navel ring and three chains between her newly pierced nipples. "I think pink is your color, sweetheart."

"Thank you, mistress," Summer said all breathy. "I only live to please you."

"As you should, baby doll," she said, smiling. She glanced at the approaching vice cop. "How do you feel about Chief Wessel?"

Summer glanced at The Weasel. Her beautiful face screwed up in distaste. She might be bewitched, but she still possessed all of her memories. She recalled that disgusting man. She'd dealt with him a number of times in her secret guise of Spectre Girl. She could only think of one encounter where he didn't make an obscene proposition to her, and he was always leering at her body, especially her breasts.

"I think Wessel the Weasel is a repulsive man. I despise him, mistress."

"No, you love him, Baby Doll," the Queen said. Summer gasped, her eyes half closed and her glossy, full lips parted slightly as that love consumed her shapely young body. "You will do anything for him."

"Yes, mistress. I love him so much."

"I thought so," she said, and laughed. "I will give you to him. Make sure he feels the love, Baby Doll."

"Oh, I will, mistress. I will. I promise."

Chief Wessel approached the notorious sorceress warily. She was usually all bright smiles and sexual innuendo, but she had a temper, too. It was never good to get on the Queen of Heart's bad side.

As he walked through the Crazy Hearts main salon, he looked left and right. It was full to the bream with young, sexy women. Most were college girls, earning their tuition in the brothel. As it should be, he believed. He thought as a whole, young women were too uppity. Every year they got worse. Damn women libbers.

Chief Wessel smiled. He knew that every single one of those young beauties had been bespelled. None of them CHOSE to be whores, brothel hookers. The Queen made them her whores with magic. Like himself, she thought those stuck up beauties needed to be shown their place.

There were the spoiled rotten daughters of the rich and powerful of Delta City High Society. The Mayor's beautiful redheaded daughter, Yvette. He had fucked her several times. The Chief of Police's hot little, dark haired daughter, Heather. He had her, too. Twice. There was that newspaper publisher, Axanna Morgan, who's paper constant berated him and called for his dismissal, well, he heard her daughter was now there, too. Summer Morgan.

All the women there were bewitched, and he believed, all the men guarding and working there were bewitched as well. The Queen liked to ensure her servants were absolutely loyal. It kinda scared him. He didn't want to be enchanted like that. Only his position as Vice Chief saved him, he believed. He was useful to her.

He slowed as he approached her throne. The Queen of Hearts was gorgeous beyond compare. She was super heroine gorgeous, in fact. He loved her sexy little, very skimpy costume. So sweet and sexy.

"Hello, Chief Wessel," she said, her melodic voice setting off butterflies in his belly. He barely noticed the beautiful blonde in all pink standing next to her, her radiance was that awesome. He idly wondered if it was magic magnifying her beauty and sexual appeal. "What do we owe the pleasure of this visit? Is that nasty old Police Commissioner being mean to you again? Are you here to fuck his daughter as revenge? Again."

"No," he said, but thought about fucking the Commissioner's pretty daughter. She squealed pretty like when he shoved it up her tight ass. "It's Ms Americana."

The Queen of Hearts was instantly focused on him. What about that most legendary of Delta City's super heroines? She'd dealt with the Queen of Justice once, already. Very delightfully, in fact, though she doubted the thoroughly reamed and debauched super heroine would agree. But if Ms Americana was foolish enough to want to tangle with her again….well, she had a place for her.

"What about the Queen of Justice?"

"Oh boy, what you did to her! Wow!" he crowed with delight. "I just barely made it to the bank in time to see her before they made those men stop fucking her. God, she was covered in cum and all dazed and confused. How I wanted to throw her down and fuck her myself. Everyone did. It was glorious seeing her taken down and LAID low."

The Queen of Hearts smiled.

"Yes, reports said she was quite orgasmic and responsive to male attention," the Queen said, smirking. That was probably the worst part for the proud super heroine, that everyone KNEW she enjoyed it. "I was quite amused to learn of her inner slut."

"Everyone was," Chief Wessel said, eyes hard and dark. They had history, him and Americana. She'd almost got him kicked off the force several times, and she ruined his highly respected career many years ago. One day, he would have his vengeance. "We all knew she was a repressed whore, what with her wearing that skimpy costume to taunt everyone with her body and all."

"Is that all?" the Queen of Hearts said.

"Yeah," he said. Then an idea. "But, if you ever enchant her, or capture her with enchanted men, let me know. I want to get a piece of that action."

She smiled knowingly. "Consider it a deal." She indicated the blonde next to her. "This is Summer Morgan. Please accept her generous sexual favors as a gift from me, in appreciation of your loyal service."

"Axanna Morgan's daughter? Fucking A!" he cried, mouth watering as he looked that tasty morsel over. "What a beauty. Nice set of tits, hot ass…my kinda bimbo slut."

"Then enjoy. Summer, please ensure Chief Wessel thoroughly enjoys his time with you. Deny him nothing."

"Yes, mistress. My pleasure," Summer said, stepping off the raised días, her 36Cs jostling enticingly before the lusty Vice Chief. "Master, I am yours."

# # #

Valentine Day, early evening. Sugar Town.

Ms Americana was furious. Livid, in fact. The police and media were no help, yammering on and on about her "failure." About her being captured and “compromised.” The wife of one of the victims of the Queen of Hearts, who was compelled to capture and fuck Ms Americana, was suing MS AMERICANA for alienation of affections! The nerve! How could anyone believe it was her fault that the Queen of Hearts enchanted their husband and set him upon her, forced him to RAPE her, and believe the sexy super heroine was GUILTY of alienation of affections?

The way the courts were, she'd probably lose the case.

It wasn't all bad, though. While recovering, recouping all of her pent up sexual frustrations to fuel her power belt again, she'd been keeping track of the Queen of Hearts illicit activities. She'd guessed correctly which bank she'd strike next every time. She told the police where to expect her next job, but they ignored her as usual.

Idiot men!

"Its better this way," Ms Americana said, adjusting her golden tiara, then tugging her gloves snugger. "This way I can personally take this false queen down, and redeem my tattered reputation."

The stunning super heroine had learned her lesson. Banks were full of men. Men were mentally weak, so susceptible to her charms and magic. So Ms Americana waited outside of a bank, let the sexy bank robbing vixen rob it, then followed her back to her hideout. No surprise, she went straight to a brothel in Sugar Town, called Crazy Hearts.

The brothel was a five story former hotel. It used to be a hooker hotel, where streetwalkers took their johns. The police seized and auctioned it off, after Ms Americana, Lady Midnight and Got Gal raised a ruckus and tore the place up a couple times, got the media involved and all. It took a lot to get the police to do anything within Sugar Town. Thanks, in large part, to Chief Wessel, head of Vice.

Apparently the Queen of Hearts was the new owner, and she'd taken the next step in debauchery and turned the building into an official brothel. Again, the police had done nothing about it. But she would. The Crazy Hearts Brothel was about to go out of business.

"Once again, the Vice Department is off duty," Ms Americana sneered. "What a bunch of idiot clowns they are. They are making a joke of justice in Delta City. It's their chief, Wessel the Weasel. After the Queen of Hearts is taken down, I'm going after the Weasel. He has got to go."

Ms Americana liked the idea of charging in the front door and ripping the place apart, chasing away all the johns in the process. But she had to be careful. The evil sorceress has shown she can and will enchant innocent men to do her dirty work, and Ms Americana absolutely could not hurt those disgusting men. They might be johns, but she was in enough hot water over the whole bank debacle. So she'd have to sneak in the back and surprise the Queen of Hearts, and take her down before she could enchant any nearby men.

Ms Americana had no fear of being enchanted herself. If the Queen of Hearts could enchant her, she would've that first time. Who wouldn't want her, Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice, as an abject love slave? No brainer there. Besides, in the banks she ONLY enchanted the men. The women were never affected by her magic. So the Queen of Hearts' magic was very one sided.

Ms Americana smiled smugly, knowing she was perfectly safe.

The vigilant vigilante moved into the alley behind the Crazy Hearts Brothel. It was dark and dirty. Only a single bulb was lit above the back service door. The door was unlocked. Ms Americana smiled as she slipped inside. She found herself in the brothel's kitchens. She never understood why brothels and strip joints had kitchens, since they were better off serving booze to get the johns drunk and willing to part with more and more money.

Strangely, the entire kitchen staff was young men. They all looked college age and well groomed. She wondered if the Queen staffed the whole brothel with enchanted men. It could be a problem once the enchanted men realized her objective was to take away their beloved Queen of Hearts. At the moment, the young men just stared at her.

"Hello, boys. Carry on. Just passing through," Ms Americana said, and hurried through the kitchens.

She stopped just outside the kitchen doors, and surveyed the scene before her. It was the largest gathering of gorgeous young women she'd ever seen. And they were no skanky whores, either. She recognized a dozen young socialites within the group of scantily clad beauties selling their bodies.

"Hey! What are you doing here?" a burly man in all black said. He was obviously a bouncer.

"I heard there was an ass-kicking party going on here, and came to kick your butt, miscreant," she said.

"It's Ms Americana!" he called. "She's after the Queen!"

Bouncers charged her from all directions. The sexy super heroine grabbed the first bouncer's wrist when he took a swing at her, then flipped him over her hip and into two more bouncers charging in. Three men were left in a moaning, groaning heap at her booted feet. She smiled smugly at the others as they slowed down.

She smiled. It was obvious these men were not enchanted. They did consider their physical safety. The super stacked super heroine didn't have a problem with kicking the butts of men serving evil of their own free will. In fact, they DESERVED to have their butts whipped, and good. And she was just the superior woman to do it.

One of the bouncers found his backbone and charged her with a wild battle cry. She squared off on him, assumed an arrogant super heroine pose and waited. It was going to be so sweet tossing him halfway across the room. She suspected that her display of super strength would send the rest of them running for their lives.

"Gotcha!" a man said from behind her, his arms wrapping around her just below her 44DDs, and pinning her arms to her side.

"What?" she cried, surprised. She was so distracted by the charging bouncer she forgot about the others. "Let go, you brute!"

The other bouncer arrived, and sent a killer upper cut into her chin. Ms Americana's head snapped back and her knees buckled.

"Ugh!" Then another punch in the belly. "Huughh!"

"Use her fat tits as punching bags, Jake," the man holding her said.

"Good idea," Jake said, and started pounding her 44DDs. The pain was incredible, as her tits bounced all about as the brutal man pounded them from all directions. The girls and patrons all cheered and laughed as those two goons beat up the legendary Queen of Justice.

"Stop!" she cried.

Jake stopped. That surprised her. But he was leering at her tits, fists still clenched and ready to renew the titty punching.

"Will you submit?" Jake asked.

"I'll submit my foot to your face," she growled, and kicked straight up. Jake's head snapped back and his arms went wide. The huge man fell straight back, unconscious. "Moron."

Ms Americana used her super strength to spread her arms wide, breaking the bouncer's hold on her. Then she spun around, dropping to one knee and punched him straight in the belly. The man doubled up and dropped to his knees before her. She smiled at him, and punched his lights out with one blow.

A second later she was on her feet and facing the remaining bouncers. They turned and ran for the stairs. The sexy super heroine took off after them. As they raced up the stairs, one of the hookers stuck out a foot and tripped Ms Americana.

"Oh!" she cried, crashing face first into the floor.

Someone jumped on her shoulders. She felt the sharp stilettos digging into her super soft skin. Then someone else grabbed her bikini bottoms, pulling them out of her butt crack and to the side.

"Take this, Ameri-bitch," a feminine voice said viciously. A second later a dildo penetrated her nether lips, driving deep into her vagina. It had to be at least ten inches. Ms Americana gasped, clawing at the floor as her back arched and her sweet round rump rose up into the air. "Whore, I knew you'd like that after she Queen showed the world you were secretly a whore in that bank."

"Great Liberty, take it out!" the stunned super heroine cried.

"Okay," she said, pulling it almost out. Then she shoved it back in, deeper and harder. "Changed my mind."

Then she started pumping that devious dildo, driving the Queen of Justice crazy. It felt so good, so right, yet was so terribly wrong. She was an icon of virtue and sexual self denial. She was a GOOD GIRL. Being dildo fucked by another girl, in public, was not acceptable.

Ms Americana panicked. If they climaxed her, she'd lose her super strength. She could well guess what her fate would be if captured within the Queen of Hearts' own BROTHEL. She'd be turning tricks within the hour. With her having to endure so much sex, Ms Americana wasn’t sure she would be able to escape. Not immediately, at any rate. So she pressed both red gloved hands to the floor, and pushed herself up with all her strength. That tossed the girl standing on her shoulders.

"Oh, she's escaping!" another girl cried.

"You better believe it, sister," Ms Americana growled.

"I don't think so," the dildo wielding bimbo said smugly.

The dildo came alive.

"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" Ms Americana cried, rising up to her knees and throwing her arms wide. The dildo was vibrator. Vibrators were not her friend. She couldn't handle them at all. She was so terribly vulnerable to their vile power. "I, Ms Americana, command you to stop it!"

So the girl kicked the vibrator into overdrive.

"Uuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh!" Ms Americana cried. The girl wielding the vibrating dildo wrapped an arm around Ms Americana's neck, long auburn hair cascading down across the heroine's generous bosom. "Great Liberty! What are you doing to me?"

"Taming you, Ms High-and-Mighty," she said, and stuck her tongue in the super heroine's ear. "It'll be the sweetest surrender of all time."

Two more hookers -- blonde and redheaded -- came up and each seized an arm, leaving Ms Americana on her knees between them, arms held wide and back, her 44DDs jutting forward provocatively. A stunning Latina in all back leather stepped up and unsnapped Ms Americana's top, and pulled it off with a flourish.

The room cheered when her 44DDs came tumbling out, bouncing and jostling before their lusty eyes. The auburn-maned hooker kept pumping that disabling vibrator in and out, keeping the sexy super heroine immobile and barely coherent. It was scrambling her brain like nothing else before had.

"Who wants a SUPER blow job?" Auburn girl called to the room. "Who wants to buy themselves a SUPER Valentine gift?"

Several men rushed over. The first was a burly Asian. He quickly dropped his pants and stepped up close. But when he tried to push his cock into Ms Americana's face, the Latina in leather grabbed it, stopping him.

"Fifty dollars," she said. "This is a brothel, bub. No free sex."

"Dammit, Rosita, you could've gotten a hundred," Auburn girl said.

"Oh. Sorry, Aubrey," she said, shrugging apologetic. "I didn't think."

"Too late," the Asian guy said, and thrust fifty dollars in Rosita's hands. Then he pressed his cock against Ms Americana's full red lips. Those glistening lips parted, yielding without a struggle, and he pushed inside deep. "Oh, yes. I'm fucking Ms Americana's face!"

Delirious, Ms Americana barely understood what was happening. It took all of her considerable will power to hold off the threatening climax. A climax that would destroy her, body and soul. A climax that would surely tame her, leaving her a mass of vulnerable female flesh to be molded into the wanton harlot the Queen of Hearts would surely want from her sweet round ass.

So Ms Americana began to suck. It was instinct. Not conscious, for she wasn't thinking about it. But she was enjoying it, and despised her pleasure even as she began bobbing her head on that invading cock.

"Happy Valentine Day, Ms Americana," Rosita laughed. "I can see YOU are enjoying it."

"Look at her go!" Aubrey cooed. "Wow, she REALLY is a natural born whore."

"Yes," Rosita said. "Want the Queen be pleased!"

"I don't know about the Queen, but I am LOVING this," the john cried, his hands buried deep in Ms Americana's silky black mane. "This is the best BJ I ever got."

She was so good the john lost his wad within two minutes, creaming her mouth good. She swallowed without thought, licking her lips afterwards. Then the next man paid his fifty dollars, and another cock penetrated those sweet red lips. He was a young man, probably twenty, and was overly excited. He didn't last more than thirty seconds before losing his seed inside her mouth. Again, she swallowed and licked lips, as the men ooh'ed and awe'ed with big round eyes. They formed a line.

"We're going make a fortune off this cock sucking machine," Rosita said.

Then next man was a big black guy, that lasted a good ten minutes of cock and ball sucking before he emptied his cum into her eager mouth. He was followed by a string of six middle-management types, short, balding, big bellies. Ms Americana's talented lips make short work of their cum spewing cocks.

Unfortunately, the last guy lost control of his limbs when he came. He fell back a step, his cock came out and spewed cum all in Ms Americana's face, across her heaving tits, and straight into Aubrey's face. Hit Aubrey in the left eye, to be exact.

The startled hooker cried out and fell backwards. She pulled the vibrator out when she did. All hell broke loose as she screamed at the humiliated john. Everyone was shouting and shoving each other. A full blown bar fight was close to erupting. And everyone forgot about their captured masked crusader.

Ms Americana wiped cum off her face and tits with trembling hands as she knelt on the floor. Her baby blues were wide with disbelief, and her belly was quivering with a barely suppressed orgasm. That frightening threat was slowly subsiding within, allowing her to regain her bearings and senses. Then she thought about what they did to her, what they almost did to her, and she got mad. Very mad.

"Aubrey!" she cried, leaping to her feet.

The auburn-maned hooker stared at her open-mouthed, just three steps away. She wore a lacy black teddy with spaghetti straps, red bow decorations, garters hanging down and holding up black hose, and feet stuffed into black pumps. In a word, she looked like a brothel hooker.

Ms Americana grabbed her by the hair, and jerked Aubrey off her feet. Then she ran the hooker straight into Rosita's belly, taking down both hookers at once. The two pretty girls just lay there, moaning miserably. The johns that had paid to enjoy her sexual services all hightailed it out of there. She scowled at the door as they crowded through.

"You are so lucky," she muttered. She didn't have time to go after them. The Queen of Hearts was waiting. She fetched her top, put it back on and looked around at all the startled faces gawking at her. "If anyone interferes with me again, I will not be responsible for the ass whipping you receive."

With that, Ms Americana stalked to the stairs and started up. She was pissed. They had delayed her more than long enough for the Queen of Hearts to be warned of her coming. Most likely, she'd fled the building. She would have to start from scratch to find the elusive Queen of Hearts. But she went up anyway, because criminals were idiots.

Booming above her startled Ms Americana. Looking up the stairs, she saw a beer keg bounding down at her. Thinking fast, she swept her arms up and pushed the keg up and over her. It went crashing thought the main salon below. Ms Americana smiled at the sound of all those pretty little things screaming. Utter chaos behind her. A good thing.

"That can't be good for business," Ms Americana called. She smiled. They were there own worse enemies. "Thanks for the assist, boys."

There was cursing and scrambling around on the floor above. She continued up, more warily now. It soon became obvious they were retreating up another floor. She found the landing and hallway empty, with just one long hall with doors. Hooker rooms. She screwed up her beautiful masked face and continued up the stairs. The Queen of Hearts was probably on the top floor. So many Sugar Town brothel owners kept "penthouse" apartments on the top floor of their seedy brothels.

The third and fourth floors looked the same as the second floor. Empty. All doors closed. The hookers were either hiding behind those doors, or downstairs licking their wounds. There was only one more floor left. Ms Americana steeled herself for the final assault.

Halfway up the stairs a large man moved up to the top, and looked down at her with leering brown eyes. She recognized him. An old adversary, so to speak, though technically they were both on the same side of the law.

"Wessel! Why am I not surprised to find you here?"

"I don't know, but you're too late," he said.

She paused. What did he mean by that?

"Too late for what?" she asked warily, looking around to ensure there wasn't an attacking coming from another quarter while he distracted her.

"For once we beat you to the punch," he said, grinning with wicked delight. "We just arrested the Queen of Hearts and her henchmen."

"What? How?"

"We came up the back stairs while you were…uhm, shall we say ENTERTAINING the hookers and johns downstairs," Wessel said, eyes gleaming with wicked glee.

Ms Americana's face flamed up. So utterly humiliating! Wessel the Weasel saw her giving those blow jobs? He saw. He knew. Vice would ensure everyone knew what happened, how they made the big bust while she was downstairs on her knees, tending to the sexual perversions of the unwashed masses. It was the bank debacle all over again.

"Great Liberty, I'll never live this down with him crowing about it all over town," she said.

"Got that right, Ameri-bimbo," Wessel sneered. "Wanna come up and at least SEE the Queen of Hearts in cuffs and humbled?"

"So humiliating," she muttered, but started up the stairs. He stepped back one step as she neared the top of the stairs. She thought he looked way too pleased. "You win this round, Weasel."

"I know. And you…," he said, stepping forward suddenly. She paused, surprised by the sudden surge forward. Then he kicked out, connecting with her chin. "…LOSE!"

The usually vigilant vigilante fell straight back, stunning by the powerful blow. Then she began tumbling down the stairs end over end. It seemed like she tumbled down the stairs for days, but probably only lasted a few seconds. She was left in an a pile on the fourth floor landing.

Goons leapt out and onto her a second later. Someone kicked her in the head. Again. Everything was spinning out of control as strong hands seized her and forced her to her knees. The Weasel was standing before her, gloating.

"Oops, did you go fall down and get hurt? Hmm? Poor baby," Wessel said, laughing. He held up her tiara. "You seem to have lost your crown, my Queen of Bimbos."

"You won't get away with this, Wessel," she said, trying to keep them talking until her power belt could heal her super body. It wouldn’t take too long. Nothing was broken, thankfully. "When I tell the Commissioner and Chief what you just did, they will toss your butt out on the street. And, rest assured, I will press charges."

"You do that," he said, and reached down and squeezed her 44DDs with both hands. "Meanwhile, I'm going to press these puppies together for a while, then press myself onto you."

"Unhand me, you foul man," she demanded. "I am the Queen of Justice, Ms Americana, and not for the likes of you."

"Damn, how stuck up are you?" he said, and kicked her in the belly. When she doubled up, he reached down and unfastened her power belt. Tossing it aside, he grinned at his helpless prey. "Let's party, boys."

Ms Americana was lifted up and pressed against the wall. Two goons held her tight while Wessel pulled off her top and bottoms. He dropped his pants and his erect cock popped up. Moving up close, he seized her chin in a vice-like grip and leaned in close, until his nose touched hers. Their eyes locked.

"I've wait a long time for this moment," Chief Wessel the Weasel said.

Wessel kissed her. Hard.

"Mmmmmmm!" she cried, wild-eyed. He grabbed two fists full of silky black hair, and kissed the hell out of her full red lips. For several long minutes his lips slid all over hers, then he sucked on her lower lip for a while, before finally thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. "Uuuugggghhh!"

Without her power belt Ms Americana was no match for any of those men, much less all three of them at once. She struggled to no avail. But she completely froze when he released her hair and started fondling her breasts. Her tits came alive, beginning to tingle, even as butterflies erupted in her belly.

"Time to mount this ultimate trophy," Wessel said after a few minutes of molesting her body. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs up to either side of his hips. The other two men kept her pressed in place against the wall. Ms Americana gasped when she realized her vulnerable position. "Take this, Americana!"

Chief Wessel thrust hard, pushing his cock in deep. Her vagina melted in abject pleasure. The butterflies in her belly changed into liquid heat. She realized the hookers downstairs had warmed her up, made her more susceptible to sexual exploitation. Her treacherous body was ready to go.

"Stop while it isn't too late," she cried.

"The moment I kicked you it was too late," he said, starting to pump in and out with wild abandon. "Yes, you are still so tight, even after being dildo fucked downstairs."

"Pig," she groaned.

Ms Americana had to put him and his vile pleasure out of her mind and concentrate. The Mother of all Climaxes she'd barely kept suppressed downstairs was back, very fast, and had become the Grandfather of all Climaxes. She recognized it for what it was -- a bitch taming climax. A super heroine taming climax. Yes, a Ms Americana taming climax.

There could be no fate worse than being tamed by Wessel the Weasel. She had to fight it. She had to win, or she would be the biggest loser of all time. If Wessel climaxed her, tamed her, and she was very, very lucky, then the Queen of Hearts would turn her into a whore at the Crazy Hearts. There could be no worse fate than being tamed, and KEPT, by the Weasel.

A fate that would see her serving his perversions on her back and knees for the rest of her life.

So the sexy, shamefully naked Queen of Justice closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping the orgasm at bay. Wessel would have a field day with her body, but there was no avoiding that now. She was already impaled on his thick cock. The way her body was reacting, though, gave her little hope of succeeding.

"Do you know why hookers don't kiss?" Wessel asked her, surprising the sexy super heroine.

"No."

"Because it is too intimate," he said. "More intimate than fucking and sucking. Kissing could make them fall in love."

"Oh," she said, but tried to keep that from distracting her. She didn't care. Then he kissed her again, claiming her full, warm lips completely. "MMmm."

"Don't fall in love, Ms Americana" one of the goons whispered in her ear.

The statuesque super heroine's baby blues popped open. Love? No way, but…..the thought eroded her resolve just a tiny bit. The suggestion they planted distracted her, just a bit. The Grandfather of all Climaxes surged forward, now extremely tenuously contained. Her whole body began to tremble.

"After all, it is Valentine Day," the Weasel said. "The ultimate day of love."

Her body's needs were so overwhelming. She felt her resolve slipping, as his lips slid all over hers, their tongues teasing each other, his hands mauling her breasts…and his cock pounding her to oblivion.

He released her lips. "You love me!"

"No!"

He yanked her hair back. "Yes, you do. You LOVE me."

"No, I don't…..Ooooohhhhh, Great Liberty!" she cried, baby blues wide in shock and awe. That looming Grandfather of all Climaxes exploded. It seared her soul and left her self-image in ashes. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Wessel claimed her lips again, fucked her hard another two minutes, and again demanded, "Tell me you love me."
Ms Americana just gawked at him, baby blues wide with disbelief.

"I…I….Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee!" she cried, body ravaged by another monster climax. "I….I love….Aaaaaaaaaaieeeeeeeeeee!" She gawked at him again, then, "Great Liberty, the Weasel TAMED me!"

Hearing that overexcited Wessel, and he spent his cum inside her. She, of course, climaxed again. The exultant vice chief fucked her until he went limp, ripping another three climaxes from her shapely, oversexed body. Then she was forced to her knees before him.

"Lick me clean, Americana," he demanded.

Defeated and tamed, Ms Americana licked her lips, mouth watering, and rose up on her knees. She gently took his cock in hand and kissed the head lovingly. Then she licked it. A second later, that sticky limp dick vanished into her mouth. She sucked it until it was hard, then started licking up and down his shaft, then sucked and licked his balls clean. Finally, she locked eyes with Wessel, wrapped her lips around his cock head and proceeded to give him the best head of his life.

After she'd completely drained the Vice Chief of all cum, she had to give BJs to the two goons. She did what she was told, all the fight fucked out of her. Besides, she liked the taste and feel of cock in my hands and mouth. She always had, but until then has suppressed those needs and urges.

That done, Wessel reached down and seized her mask. She gasped, steeling herself for being face stripped. Unmasked. Exposed to the world. She was broken and tamed woman now, but when he pulled off that mask she would truly be PROPERTY.

"No," one of the goons said. "The Queen of Hearts gets that pleasure."

"But I captured and tamed her."

"And was rewarded by getting to fuck her first."

"Do you wish to earn the Queen's wrath?" the other goon said.

"No. Of course not," Wessel said, unhappily.

The goons pulled the vanquished vigilante to her red booted feet. She looked all around, baby blues round as she trembled. Now that she wasn't being fucked stupid, she was able to put two and two together. She was now a sex slave. A fuck toy. Cock candy. One of those rooms on the floor could very easily be her next home. Her place of work, pleasing vile men in every sexual manner imaginable.

Wessel picked up the various pieces of her costume. She eyed the power belt with covetous eyes, even though it was useless to her after all those climaxes. Wessel saw her looking at her costume in his hands.

"Did you ever, in your wildest imagination, believe I would be the man that finally conquered and tamed you?" he said.

"No," she said. "I never believed I would be tamed."

"You were a fool then," he said.

"Probably," she admitted, and scowled at him. He was such a bastard. Even in absolute victory over her, he was a bastard.

"I mean, Americana, name one single super heroine that survived long enough to retire from crime-fighting."

She couldn't. He knew it. Ms Americana just thought she'd be the first. After all, she had the most celebrated, most brilliant career of all super heroines ever. Didn't she deserve to retire? But it wasn't to be.

"Must you rub your victory in?"

"Yes," he said. "I defeated the undefeatable Queen of Justice. I did. I defeated you in battle, then tamed your fine ass with amazing sex. I am the ultimate man."

"That's absurd," she said, looking him over contemptuously. "You sucker punched me, let the stairs and these two goons finish me off. Then you fucked me until I came, AFTER you knew the hookers downstairs almost climaxed me, knowing I must be on the edge and easy to push over the top and tame. I was, you did. End of story."

"Yes, you belong to me now."

"Or the Queen of Hearts," she said. "I hope it is the Queen of Hearts."

"Lesbian?"

"No. I despise you that much."

"A moment ago you loved me."

"I never said it."

"Only the orgasm stopped you," he said. "You said 'I love….' and screamed your pretty little head off in abject sexual pleasure and submission."

"I never said that I love you," she said smugly. "Maybe I loved climaxing."

The goons laughed. Wessel scowled at her. Then he backhanded her, before starting up the stairs. Ms Americana was pushed after him, forced to precede the goons up the stairs. The stairs were not wide enough to allow them to ascend to either side of her. She trudged up dutifully.

The top floor was indeed an ornately decorated penthouse apartment. The Queen of Hearts took the entire top floor for herself. They found the gorgeous Queen in the main living area, sprawled on a red leather couch. Summer Morgan was busy licking the dust off the Queen's hot pink pumps, wearing nothing but pink thigh boots and matching collar. Ms Americana gawked at her. Summer had been a friend of Lydia's.

Lydia was gone. Gave up her costume and headed for the West Coast three months back. All for a boy, apparently. As Brenda, she never even met the damn boy. Ms Americana was still bitter about it. She didn't even have an address or phone number to reach her ward and former protégé.

She wondered what Lydia would think and do when word got out that she'd fallen. Would she try to rescue her? Not likely. Most likely Lydia could go into hiding, since it wouldn't be hard for criminals to figure out who Flag Girl was once her identity was revealed.

"You're mother must be proud, Summer," Ms Americana sneered.

Summer looked up and around. He eyes widened slightly, but then narrowed.

"My mother doesn't know," she said. "She thinks I moved to the West Coast to be with my boyfriend."

Ms Americana almost choked on her tongue. Not Lydia, too. No, her protégé really was in Los Angeles. Or San Francisco. Or….dammit, she didn't know what city Lydia was going to. Why not? Why didn't Lydia tell her? Could Lydia, like Summer, have really stayed in Delta City just to work in a brothel?

"Is..Is Lydia Wills working here?" she asked.

"Lydia? Here?" Summer said. "I don't think so. Why?"

"Brenda told me she went to the West Coast, to be with her boyfriend."

"Oh. I didn't know."

"Lydia is working for King Pimp," Wessel said, quite pleased with himself. "King Pimp captured her and some of her girlfriends on her twentieth birthday party, when they dared to venture into Sugar Town. Those stuck up society bitches are all working in The Palace for him now. Have been for about three months. I know, I have enjoyed her company a number of times. What a wild woman in bed!"

"I hear she has supplanted Bethany as King Pimp's favorite, and as his girlfriend," the Queen of Hearts said, speaking for the first time. "Welcome, Ms Americana, we meet again."

"I tamed her," Wessel said. "I beat her up, and fucked her into submission, my Queen. For you."

"Why thank you, Wessel. You are such a doll," she said, smiling so brightly Ms Americana felt her heart melting. "But, I dare say, the Queen of JUSTICE doesn't look too tame right now. Could you be mistaken about that taming part?"

"She's tamed."

"Really?" she said, and looked at Ms Americana. "I like you better out of costume, by the way." Ms Americana scowled at her. "Now, my pet, did Wessel tame you?"

"No."

"Liar," he cried. "I climaxed you into submission."

"You beat me down with your puny dick, and almost tamed me, but I have rebounded nicely," she said. "You are not the man you thought you were, pig."

The Queen of Hearts laughed. It was a beautiful, musical laugh that filled all around her with joy. Summer began to lovingly stoke her Queen's long legs as she stared adoringly at her.

The Queen of Hearts rolled off the couch and rose up sensuously. She walked around Ms Americana, running her delicate, perfectly manicured hand across her breasts, back, rump and stomach. Then she stopped before the sexy super heroine and locked eyes with her.

"There is only enough room in this town for one Queen," she said. "The Queen of Justice is dead. Long live the Queen of Hearts, and your new mistress. Now, let's see who is hiding behind that naughty mask."

The Queen reached out. Ms Americana froze. Delicate fingers touched, then curled under the edge of her mask. The statuesque beauty panicked, and smashed the Queen's hand away with her forearm. The Queen gasped and fell back a step, whereas the Queen of Justice put a roundhouse in the side of her head before she even thought about it. The beautiful blonde sorceress collapsed with a cry of pain, and didn't move.

Realizing she just fucked up majorly, Ms Americana grabbed the leg of the coffee table, and ripped it off. Spinning around, she smacked first one, then the other goon down. Wessel and Summer screamed and charged her.

Ms Americana flipped Summer over her hip and into Wessel. They went to the floor, cursing and screaming. Summer came up first, and was promptly thrust kicked into the wall. She bounced off, wide eyed, staggered two steps, dropped to her knees and passed out cold.

"Idiot whore," Ms Americana growled at her, then turned to the Weasel. "Speaking of idiots."

"I'm not scared of you, Americana," he sneered.

"It is MS Americana, dolt," she said. "I haven't gone by just Americana for ten years. Ms Americana, the Queen of Justice. And I will have justice on you for what you did to me."

"How?"

"I'm turning you in to the police," she said.

"You and what army?"

"I don't need an army," she said. "I am Ms Americana, and I am a one woman army."

"No, you are a stupid bimbo who is so stupid you forgot I climaxed you, took away your power belt and left you naked, weak and vulnerable," he said viciously, stalking towards her. "I am twice as strong as you, now."

Ms Americana froze. She had forgotten about being de-powered. Hell, she'd forgotten about being naked. In her hesitation, her distraction, she almost lost it all. Wessel took a savage swing at her.

"Ha!" she laughed, ducking and stepping aside and away from him. If that right cross had connected she'd be in la-la land. "You are too old, fat and slow to defeat me, even when I am de-powered. You old dolt."

He screamed and charged her. Ms Americana met him halfway. She blocked his first two punches, then she connected with a combination to his head and face, that staggered him but didn't take him down. If she still was powered up, any one of those punches wouldn't put him down for the count.

Wessel backed over Summer's unconscious body, and stumbled. Ms Americana saw her chance to finish him off, and attacked. She kicked at his head, but he caught her foot and held on. She was forced into a hyper-extended split and landed atop Summer's soft rump. Fortunately, she was very limber so she wasn't hurt with a pulled muscle. But Wessel recovered faster.

A second after Ms Americana realized what happened, Wessel plowed into her from the side. Tackled her. Swept her right off Summer. She found herself under the angry cop, him straddling her waist and holding her wrists pressed to the floor to either side of her head.

"Gotcha," he said proudly.

"No, stalemate," she countered beneath him. "As soon as your grip loosens, I will break your hold and we'll go at each other again."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I don't think so," he said, and head butted her between the eyes.

All the strength evaporated from Ms Americana's body. Wessel laughed and flipped her over onto her stomach. He walked away, while she fought desperately to regain her senses and strength before he returned. But he returned too quickly, carrying a length of rope in one hand.

"I should've tied you up long ago," he said. "Hindsight, huh?"

"I will have my vengeance, Weasel," she groaned, as he pulled her to her knees.

Wessel pulled her arms back and started to wrap rope around her crossed wrists. She sobered fast, realizing she was a goner once he tied off that rope. So she threw herself to the side, and kicked one leg up and over so that she found herself sitting on his hands, which still held tenaciously to the rope binding her. He gawked at her, and she smiled back smugly.

Then she head butted him.

"Just returning the favor, boy," she said.

Wessel fell back and lay before her, groaning. He was down for a few minutes. At the same time, she noticed the Queen of Hearts was struggling to her knees. She couldn't fight them both, but her wrists were still bound behind her back. True, the rope was not tied off, but it was wrapped tight enough it would take a few minutes for her to unravel it.

The shapely super heroine rushed over to the Queen of Hearts. A swift kick to the head would put her down until the police arrived. But the sexy blonde bombshell of a sorceress surprised her and rolled away and to her feet. The sorceress was still a little wobbly, but she was up. And she looked mad, too.

"You bitch. You kicked me," she growled, one hand rubbing the knot on her head.

"Life sucks," she said. The ropes were almost loose enough to slip them, she continued to covertly struggle with them. "It'll suck even worse while you're in prison."

"Yes, that would suck," the Queen said, starting to smile. It wasn't a pleasant smile. "It sucks even worse as a sex slave."

"I agree, but I am a super heroine. I must always take the high road, so I cannot turn you into a sex slave," she said. The super heroine could think of a dozen brothels and pimps that would pay top dollar to get their hands on that golden-maned hottie. "So I have to arrest you and send you to prison instead."

"Arrest me? You're serious, aren't you?" the Queen of Hearts said, truly surprised and delighted. "Have you forgotten I am a sorceress? A single, simple spell will secure you as my personal slave."

"Wooo, problem, sister sorceress. Your magic only works on men, and all the men in the room are unconscious. It's just us girls," Ms Americana said, and finally got loose from the ropes. She tossed them aside with a look of distaste. "Now, I suggest you surrender sweetly. Otherwise, I'll be forced to use extreme force."

The Queen squeaked, pink lips pursed, eyes wide, and held up her hands as if Ms Americana had a gun aimed at her. Then she winked, extended her two index fingers and began to mutter a short spell. Ms Americana realized what she was doing and charged her. She was almost there when the Queen drew a heart shape in the air before her and "kissed" it. That heart leapt at Ms Americana, who tried to dodge it, but couldn't.

"Aaaieee!" she cried, as intense heat enveloped her, then sank deep into her body, deep into her bones.

"Love me," the Queen of Hearts commanded, and it was so.

Ms Americana felt love consume her, body and soul. She gasped and clawed at the floor a long second, then crawled to her hands and knees.

She turned big, baby blue eyes on the sorceress and looked upon the most gorgeous creature to ever live. Her Queen smiled upon her, sending waves of pleasure cascading throughout her shapely body.

"I love you," Ms Americana said passionately. "Love me."

"I do love you my pet," she said, and laughed. "Fool! Whatever made you think I could only bespell men?"

"The bank robberies, my love," Ms Americana said all breathy. "You only enchanted the men. Never the women. I thought that meant you only had power over men."

"You are a fool, Ms Americana," she said, and laughed. "But a beautiful fool. My beautiful fool."

"Yes, my love, I am your fool."

"Well, can't say I dislike that transformation you've made with Ms Americana," Wessel said, staggering back over. "Are we going to get to see her in some hot girl-on-girl sex now? Maybe with that little tart, Summer?"

"I like it," the Queen said. "But that is later. Come, my little love slave. Come over and show me what you can do for a woman."

"Fucking A!" Wessel said, eyes bright.

The Queen of Hearts frowned at him. She did not put on sex shows for the help.

"Take the other two boys and leave," she commanded. "Don't forget Summer."

"But…"

"Out."

Ms Americana sneered at Wessel as he did the sorceress's bidding. Love of the Queen did not make her like that vile man. Then when the men were gone, with Summer, she turned back to her beloved Queen.

The Queen of Hearts stood before her, hands on well rounded hips and feet spread. She was giving the former Queen of Justice a come hither look. Ms Americana dropped to all fours and crawled over as sexily as she could muster, then lowered her lips to her mistress's pink pumps.

She spend the better part of half an hour kissing and licking both shoes, then she caressed and kissed her way up shapely legs in lacy pink stockings. Soon, Ms Americana was kneeling before her mistress, face in her perfumed crotch. The hot pink teddy had a Velcro nether closure, that the sexy sex slave easily pulled open. She pressed her nose deep into the Queen's pubic mound and breathed in her sexual scent.

"Eat me," the Queen of Hearts commanded.

Ms Americana kissed her nether lips long and hard, passionately. She found them hot and moist. She smiled, knowing her beloved was aroused by her. While her hands caressed the shapely sorceress's warm, soft hiney, Ms Americana's strong tongue penetrated those nether lips and slipped into her fragrant slit.

"Mmmmm," Ms Americana said.

"Oooooo," the Queen of Hearts said. "Very good, my pet."

The Queen jumped when she licked her clit. Very sensitive. Ms Americana smiled, knowing she would please her beloved very well, and very fast. She sucked in that clit, hard, and began flicking it with the tip of her tongue. The Queen gasped, tensed up and sank her delicate hands into Ms Americana's soft hair. It took only two minutes from there to bring the sexy sorceress to a screaming climax.

"Wow, you have talent, my pet," the Queen of Hearts purred.

"Yes, my love," Ms Americana said all breathy, standing up.

She was taller than the sorceress. She licked her full red lips and bent down and kissed her mistress. They enjoyed a five minute, passionate lipstick kiss. During that time Ms Americana pulled the sorceresses teddy down around her waist and began to fondle her 38DDs.

They made love for hours, all night long. It was the happiest Ms Americana had ever been.

But all good things come to an end. Once the Queen was through with her, Ms

Americana was given to her bouncers. By the time they were finished with her, the brothel opened for another day of business. Ms Americana was put on a stage and forced to perform live sex acts all day. Between shows she gave herself to johns in the main salon, for fifty dollars a pop. A bargain everyone agreed.

The Queen of Hearts summoned Chief Wessel the next evening. He arrived and watched her performing, both on and off stage, for two hours. He wanted to hire her for sex, but the Queen forbad it. He wasn't happy, but Ms Americana was quite pleased.

Better the Queen's busiest hooker than Wessel's wife, much less sex slave.

Around ten that night Ms Americana was summoned to the top floor. Wessel was with the Queen when she arrived. Cameras were set up to video record something. Ms Americana felt her guts clench. It could only mean one thing.

Unmasking.

Ms Americana knew it was coming. It was inevitable with capture. First they raped you, then they unmasked you. Then it was either execution or white slavery. For sexy super heroines it was sexual servitude ninety-nine percent of the time. That was just fine with her, for she loved pleasing her beloved any way she could. And sex was GREAT.

Ms Americana was in full costume. Had been all day. The johns really loved to watch sexy hookers strip and fuck her, with fingers, tongues, lips and strap-on dildos. It was a big draw, bringing in five times as many customers as usual. Or so she was told by one of the hookers.

"My Queen, I live to please you," Ms Americana said, dropping to her knees and bowing her head until it was pressed into the floor, arms extended.

"Nice transformation," Wessel said, just a little bitter. "I like her better naked, though."

"I bet you do," the Queen said. She smiled sweetly at him. "Are we ready to unmask her?"

"Yes, my Queen," Wessel said, standing up and walking over to the cameras. "We'll have a live feed in a few minutes. Whenever you give the word, of course."

"How many porn sites signed on?"

"Thirty-six hundred," he said. "We have a paying audience of about twenty-seven million, give or take a million."

"Excellent," she said. She looked at Ms Americana. "My pet, the men and women watching your unmasking are paying one hundred dollars each. That's two hundred and seventy million dollars in revenue. That's ten times more than the unmasking of Berlin's Uber Frau six months ago."

"Oh. Interesting," Ms Americana said, unsure if that was necessarily good for her. But it was good for her mistress, so that was enough for her. "I'm glad you will make so much, mistress."

Of course, the Queen of Hearts already knew her secret identity. She'd unmasked her the night before, during their lovemaking. But no one else knew. No one would until she was unmasked live on the internet.

"Go stand on the X taped on the floor, my pet."

Ms Americana complied, facing the cameras without being told. Hair and makeup people hurried up and touched her face up. Then Wessel handcuffed her wrists behind her back and she knelt on the X.

"Let's make this as real as possible," the Queen said, and spoke a short spell.

Cold, then heat infused the sexy super heroine a long moment. It slowly bled away, leaving her spent and panting. And void of love.

"Great Liberty! You took away the love spell," she said.

"Action," the Queen of Hearts said. She stepped before Ms Americana, facing the cameras. "Hello, my wicked friends. Happy Valentine Day. Have we an incredibly delicious belated Valentine present for you. Ms Americana, in all her pride and glory!"

The cameras turned off the Queen and zoomed in on the startled face of the Queen of Justice. Then it zoomed in on her cavernous cleavage. And finally pulled back to get her entire kneeling body in the picture.

"As you can see, the delectable Queen of Justice has been my overnight guest," the Queen purred. "Believe me, she is one raging harlot! She made me cum a hundred times. Then she eagerly serviced one and all of my male staff, and all the female staff members that wanted her. After that, she spent the day and evening joyfully putting on live lesbian sex shows, and turning tricks between shows."

Ms Americana felt her face burning. Everything she said was true. She just failed to include the part about her being enchanted and forced to do everything. But she doubted the men and women watching would care.

The sorceress spoke a quiet spell, and Ms Americana's knees began to spread apart. They spread extremely wide, and Ms Americana couldn't stop them. And she couldn't move them afterwards.

"Ooo, is that an offer of sex?" the Queen purred. "Such a naughty, naughty heroine."

"You won't get away with this, sorceress," Ms Americana cried. "I'll have my vengeance, this I swear."

"See what a passionate little vixen she is?"

"Oooo, you!" she cried, struggling in vain with the cuffs. She might be wearing her real power belt, but she was sexually sated beyond any hope of any benefit from it. "My sister heroines will take you down, if not me."

"They can try, IF they want to end up like you, in sexual servitude," the Queen crowed. Then she looked into the cameras with a truly wicked look. "Let's take a peek under the mask. Shall we?"

Ms Americana struggled with all her might, but she could not move her legs at all, or even thrust herself to the side. She was stuck to the floor. Like magical glue. The cuffs were not about to break, either. She was caught, and secure.

The Queen of Hearts, in all her sexed up glory, stepped up next to the Queen of Justice and grabbed the hair at the back of her head. She held Ms Americana's head immobile with super human strength. Then she leaned over and planted a passionate, wet kiss on Ms Americana's full red lips.

"Mmmmm," they both groaned.

The Queen groped Ms Americana a moment, smirking at the camera, then she reached up and took hold of the edge of the world famous, blue, star-spangled mask. Ms Americana gasped in horror, baby blues wide and froze.

"Ms Americana is…," she slowly pealed off the mask, then tossed it aside with a flourish. "Wow! She is Brenda Wade, one of America's richest, most beloved philanthropist, all round goodie-two-shoe and obnoxious snob."

"I've been unmasked!" Ms Americana cried. "Great Liberty, I am ruined!"

"Now, how much fun was that? We knocked out two very annoying birds with one stone," the Queen of Hearts said. "I like it."

Then a long line of men and women proceeded to strip, molest and generally fuck the vanquished vigilante stupid. Before the live feed was cut two hours later, they had her begging for it, panting and pathetic.

Beyond utter humiliation.

"Well, boys and girls, wasn’t that fun?" the Queen of Hearts purred, collapsing on the red leather couch.

Ms Americana lay on the floor, atop the X, panting, drenched in sweat and cum.

"Fun for everyone but me," Wessel said, sounding supremely displeased. "Why wasn't I allowed to fuck her on camera?"

"Because I have a special Valentine Day present for you, my loyal minion," the Queen of Hearts said, sapphire eyes bright and mischievous.

"Oh?"

"Ms Americana."

Ms Americana and Wessel both gawked at her, for very different reasons.

"NO!"

"Yes!"

"Now, you take your prize away, Wessel, and come back tomorrow," the Queen said, smiling smugly at the horrified heroine. "We'll discuss how we'll divide up the Wade fortune then."

A bevy of hookers descended on the oversexed super heroine. Then quickly cleaned her up, and got her back into her costume, mask included. The handcuffs, of course, were left on her wrists. Everyone agreed she looked best with "bracelets."

"Ms Americana," the Queen of Hearts said, gaining her undivided attention. "Or do you prefer Brenda? No matter. As long as you are with me or Wessel, my magic will protect you from your enemies. If you should escape him….well, only God knows what your enemies would do to you."

A lot of fates far worse than spreading her legs for Wessel's pleasure flashed before her mind's eye. It could be much worse, indeed.

"Come, Brenda, let's go home," Wessel said, taking her by her upper arm. "Home, as in Wade Manor. Home to OUR master bedroom."

"Great Liberty, not in my own bed," she cried. "Have you no sense of decency?"

"None, babe," he said, swatting her shapely hiney. "Now, get your sweet round ass moving, babe."

"Brenda Wade's personal limo is waiting downstairs," the Queen of Hearts said. She smiled at Ms Americana when her head whipped around in shock. "I'm good, my pet. Besides, I thought the soon to be retired Vice Chief should enjoy a little SUPER vice in the back of YOUR limo."

"My Queen, you are the greatest," Wessel said. "You have my loyalty forever."

"I know. Enjoy, my loyal minion," she said. "And enjoy the Happiest Valentine Day ever."

THE END