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

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

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MS AMERICANA: QUICK CHANGE

By Dark One

"So how does this Quick Change spell work?" Brenda said.

Hexanna said, "Easy. Just focus on what you want and say 'Americana! Or, you can use Americana in a sentence, like, 'I am Ms Americana!'"

Brenda gave her a doubtful look, but deep down she was thrilled. She hadn't been that excited about anything in years. It was even better than debuting a new variation of her costume.

"Okay, let me try it," Brenda said, stepping to the center of Wade Manor's vast Great Room. It was near midnight, and the mansion's staff was long gone home. She was wearing a pink tee shirt, snug blue jeans and pink stiletto pumps. Brenda stuck a pose and called out, "I am Ms Americana!"

Bright light flashed, and she felt a cold tickle from head to toe. She looked herself over. It didn't take long, though, and not what she was expecting. Hexanna laughed.

"I'm naked!" she cried. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"Yes and no, my friend," Hexanna said, smiling as she tossed long brown hair over her shoulders. "It worked perfectly, but it is a lesson for you, too. You see, this spell allows you to change between two states of dress. We haven't set the second yet."

"So I need to dress up as Ms Americana, then change back to jeans and tee?"

"Exactly. Let's get you upstairs and dolled up as Ms A," Hexanna said, swatting Brenda's sweet round butt.

"You couldn't warn me?" Brenda said.

"Then the lesson wouldn't have sank in as well," Hexanna said. She looked at Brenda's bouncing naked tits a long second, feeling her throat tighten up.

"You're not going to try anything funny, are you?" Brenda said, grinning when she noticed where the beautiful Latina's eyes lingered.

"No. Sexy, delightful, sensual, yes. Funny, no," Hexanna said, reached over to cup a jostling tit as they approached the stairs. "Besides, you don't think I'm doing this for free, do you?"

"Oh, naughty girl," Brenda said, laughing. She patted and stroked Hexanna's silky smooth rump, then quickly kissed her on the lips and ran up the stairs. "Have to catch me first."

Hexanna tapped her staff twice on the floor, spoke a spell and streaked up and over Brenda. Brenda was looking back, trying to find Hexanna when she reached the top of the stairs. Instead, she plowed right into the beautiful sorceress. Hexanna caught the startled billionaire vixen, bent her over backwards and kissed her long and deep.

"Mmmmmmm," they both groaned, mouths open, sliding all over each other, tongues teasing. Hexanna fondled Brenda's titanic tits with her free hand, while Brenda ran one hand through Hexanna's silky brown hair and used the other to caress her smooth hiney.

Hexanna dropped her hand to Brenda's bikini waxed twat. She went straight to her engorged clitoris, and mumbled a quick spell. Erotic energy flooded Brenda's clit, taking her instantly to the brink of orgasm.

"Great Liberty! Goddess, I love it when you do that! Wait. You’re going to push me too…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggghhh!"

Hexanna held on tight while Brenda's curvaceous body convulsed and bucked in her arms. The gorgeous, raven maned beauty enjoyed a dozen climaxes before the sexy sorceress released her clit from her sex magic. Brenda's body went limp and she dropped to sit on her butt at the top of the stairs.

"Enjoy yourself?"

"Immensely, babe," Brenda said, still huffing and puffing. She locked her baby blues on Hexanna's big browns, and grinned wickedly. "You can do that anytime you want, lover. You're the only one who can give me countless climaxes, without sating my natural Aphrodite needs."

"Of course, I adjusted the spell to ensure all of your pent up sexual energies are unaffected," Hexanna said, shrugging. "Don't the other girls do that?"

"Uh, no. Maybe you could teach that trick to Axanna, Tanya and Angela?"

"Ha! Funny. Those super bimbos don't have the patience to learn magic," Hexanna said, helping Brenda to her feet. "But I'll show them what I can do with it."

"I bet you would," Brenda said, laughing. "You like the fact that I only bottom to you, and always top the others."

"And sometimes they still manage to climax you," Hexanna said. "They take great pride in accomplishing it, too."

"I know. They are even naughtier than you," Brenda said, laughing. Talk of loveplay with her cadre of lovers was arousing her. "Looks like I have to call off work tomorrow."

"Why is that?"

"Because once we're through here, I'm going to make you scream my name the rest of the night, and well into tomorrow."

Hexanna lost her breath. Brenda didn't make idle promises. She would do just what she said, too. The sexy sorceress couldn't wait. Her spectacular body was tingling, nipples hardening and pussy starting to ache and moisten. She took Brenda by the hand and hurried her towards the master bedroom.

"Someone seems a little bit eager to get started," Brenda laughed.

"Always," Hexanna said.

They went to Brenda's secret room, behind her vast closet of designer clothes, and Brenda donned her legendary costume -- Red, white and blue, stars and stripes strapless top covered her 38Gs, with a matching thong around her flaring hips. She accessorized with red calf boots, gauntlet gloves, choker, red star earrings, mask and tiara. Last, but not least, she placed the golden power belt around her waist, enjoying the heady feeling of power surging through her spectacular body.

"How do I look?"

"Breathtaking," Hexanna said. "And so powerful."

"Perfect. So, I just concentrate and say Americana again, and I change back to the first outfit?"

"No, you say, 'Brenda!'"

"Okay," she said. Ms Americana struck a pose and called out, "Brenda!"

A flash of light, and she stopped to look herself over. Tee, jeans and pumps, perfect. So she envisioned herself as Americana again and called, "Americana!" and found herself back in her Ms Americana costume.

"Remember, that if you have a particular vigorous fight, and get all dirty or damage your costume, you'll have to shower, or make up your face again, or change into a fresh costume before changing back to Brenda," Hexanna said. "And the spell will handle up to five different outfits. Once you get used to these two, we'll add the others."

"This is so cool," Ms Americana said. "I love it. Now, the only question is, do you want to sleep with Brenda or Ms Americana?"

"Ms Americana. I love mysterious masked women," Hexanna said sultrily.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Brenda Wade was driving to work at Wade Towers, in downtown Delta City. It was very early, just past six in the morning. She had to get an early start, due to some meetings that morning. Plus, all week MBA students from Delta City University were touring her executive offices. She was always excited about making good impressions on open-minded students.

She was in full Brenda mode -- silky hair pulled up with sexy tendrils hanging artfully around her beautiful face, decoy glasses, lacy white silk blouse, snug black pin stripe skirt and matching suit jacket. Her mile long legs were sheathed in dark stockings, held up with lacy garter belt, and her feet were in high heels.

The last thing she was looking for was trouble, but that's what she found. Just inside a dark alley, she spotted a mugger holding an old lady at gunpoint. So Brenda whipped into the next alley over, got out and grinned. A week back Hexanna had placed the Quick Change spell on her, and she finally got to use it. So she pulled off her glasses and struck a classic super heroine pose next to the car.

"I am Americana!" and the Legendary Ms Americana emerged from that bright flash of light. She looked herself over, pleased to see her costume was perfect. She felt super power surging through her body from the power belt. The Queen of Justice was ready.

Sprinting down the street, and straight into the alley, she found the old lady still refusing to give up her purse. She is fumbling inside the purse, while the mugger was pulling on the strap and threatening her with the gun. Ms Americana grinned and charged them.

"Unhand her, you miscreant!"

He jumped aside and turned to face the new threat. At the same time, the old lady's hand came out of the purse and thrust out, holding a small black canister of pepper strap. She pressed the trigger, and sprayed right into Ms Americana's face.

"Aagghhh!" the sexy super heroine cried, both gloved hands rubbing at her tortured eyes.

The mugger cried out in surprise and joy. As the old woman shuffled out of the alley in a slow hurry, he grabbed Ms Americana's left wrist and dragged her deeper into the dark alley.

"Unhand me, you…uggh, damn pepper spray," Ms Americana said. He ripped off her top, and then yanked off her thong bottoms, stripping the beautiful vigilante. "Hey! I'm Ms Americana, not some sleazy crack whore!"

"I'm going to crack open your whore, Americana," he said, kicking her in the belly and forcing her to bend over. Then he pulled out his cock, and rammed it up her vulnerable pussy. "Yes! I'm fucking Ms Fucking Americana!"

"Ooooh! You will pay for this, miscreant!" she cried, feeling her body already changing. Butterflies were dancing in her belly, her pussy was achy wet, and ready to receive a man before he caught her, due to her high state of arousal all week. She'd had every one of her lovers spend the night over the last week, and Axanna had worked her over good last night. She had to use the magical anal beads Hexanna gave her last Christmas to build up her pent up frustrations. That took an hour, but she did it before leaving for work. The enchanted anal beads took her to the brink of climax, but would not allow her to go past that no matter what she or anyone else did. She was still aroused from that sexy session, so it gave the vile mugger an unexpected in to her easy libido. "Oh, Goddess, so big. Sooooo big."

"Damn, Americana, just five strokes and you are already panting and bucking against me," he laughed. "I guess the rumors are true. You love getting your sexy ass reamed out. You're just a whore in denial."

"How dare you," Ms Americana groaned. Liquid heat filled her shapely body, sucking her breath away. Making her head spin, mind go numb. So hard to think. "I am…..uggghh, not enjoying….oooooh….ooohhh, Goddess, it's happening too fast!"

His left hand started groping her titanic tits, while the right sank deep in her silky mane, jerked her head back and twisted her head so she faced him. Their eyes locked, electricity ripped between them, making them both gasp, and then he kissed her full red lips with lusty enthusiasm.

That was more than Ms Americana could take. An orgasm rolled her over, claimed her body and soul. Her back arched and she ground her butt into him as it rocked her curvy body.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried into his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmgggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Yes!" he cried, flooding her pussy with cum.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, climaxing again.

He released her and Ms Americana fell to her knees. Huffing and puffing, she knelt there as he looked her over with supreme satisfaction. He was trying to decide what to do with her. She was valuable. Any pimp or madam would pay top dollar for her. That wasn't the problem. Getting a naked super heroine out of downtown during morning rush hour was the problem. So he would have to move fast, before it got any later.

"Quick now, Americana, lick me clean," he said.

Ms Americana looked up, her body just starting to cool down and her mind wasn't spinning as bad. She was capable of coherent thought again, and knew she was in big trouble. But he'd made a mistake in allowing her time to recover. She was not tamed, and still had some pent up frustrations, so was somewhat stronger than a normal woman.

"Quick. Yes," Ms Americana said. She slammed a fist into his dangling balls, jumped to her feet and ran for it.

The streets were all but deserted as she ran out of the alley and turned right instead of left. Her car was the other direction, and she immediately cursed her own stupidity. Seconds later she heard the mugger running after her. So turning the next corner, she scanned the street. Empty.

"Brenda!" she called. Flash, and Brenda appeared fully dressed. "Ah, coffee."

Brenda stepped into a coffee shop and headed for the counter. She heard the mugger run past outside. The sexy billionaire smiled and them ordered. Despite the "minor setback" she did break up the mugging, so the old lady was saved.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Brenda was driving home after a long, hard day. Unfortunately, none of her lovers could join her that night. Looked like it would be just her, the enchanted anal beads and a vibrator with new batteries. The vibrator would rock her world, but the anal beads would ensure she only built up sexual frustrations. No climaxes for Brenda.

Aside from her minor "set back" before work, Brenda's day had been excellent. She made several multiple million dollar deals, funded a new women's shelter down in the Lower Saxony district of Delta City, and hosted a dozen college coeds from one of the university's outstanding sororities. The kids were all MBA students, and very bright and inquisitive. The young women were all quite taken with her, and left their hour meet and greet even more impressed with their personal role model.

At the edge of downtown, right across the street from the largest, sleaziest red light district in the city (Sugar Town) Brenda spotted two groups of young men circling each other, in the opening stages of a gang fight. In Sugar Town, such violence would quickly escalate, and innocent people could be hurt.

"Ms Americana has to stop that now," she muttered, pulling into an alley. She got out of her car, and took off running. As she neared the end of the alley, she concentrated on being Americana, crying out, "I am Ms Americana!"

Ms Americana felt the change as she was running, so raced right up to the two rival groups. Everyone stopped and gawked. A hush fell over the scene.

"Halt, this Ms Americana commands!"

"Wow," Razor said. She'd dealt with the leader of the Warriors for ten years, and had sent him to prison twice. Razor was a tall, thickly muscled man with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. "I approve of the costume change, Ms A."

"Huh?" she said, and remembered. Remembered she'd lost most of her costume to the mugger that morning. Ms Americana stood there, stunned speechless, sans top and bottoms. "Oh no."

That's when she remembered she was all but de-powered, too. That thought occurred to her as Razor stepped up and hammered a powerful uppercut into her chin.

"Ugh!" the Queen of Justice said, feet flying off the pavement, head snapping back. She hit the sidewalk spread eagle, and lay there groaning miserably. "Ooooohhh."

"Daaammmmnnn," Slick Dick said. His real name was Tyrone Jackson, and Slick Dick was his street name, given because of his luck seducing women. He was just as tall as Razor, a little slimmer and just as mean. "That super hoe is titty-licious!"

"Hands off, Slick Dick," Razor growled. He unzipped and eyed her with lusty eyes as his cock quickly rose up hard and ready. "I cold-cocked Ms A, and so I get to fuck her."

"You forget, she's in my territory, so I get to fuck her first," Slick Dick said, pulling out his huge, black cock.

"Hey, morons," a beautiful, bleach-blonde hooker said. Holly Madigan stepped up, nudged Ms Americana's naked 38Gs with a white stiletto pump and grinned with malicious pleasure. "First you have to fuck her, and TAME her, before you can claim her."

"Who says?" Razor growled.

"Duh.," Holly said, rolling her big brown eyes. "Everyone who deals with super heroines on a regular basis knows that once you fuck one of them stupid, fuck her into submission, then she will be tamed. Once a super heroine is tamed, she will do anything that she's told. ANYTHING. Anything at all."

"I thought they just became sex maniac nympho sluts," Slick Dick said.

"That too, but she'll do whatever she's told to do, sexually, too," Holly said. "Look at her, do you think anyone would give Ms Americana any command other than for sex?"

"She got a point, my man," Razor said.

"Why don't you two big boys take her out together?" Holly said. "Fuck her at the same time. That might break her will twice as fast."

"I get her ass," Razor said.

"Cool, I've wanted to bust that cunt for years," Slick Dick said, grinning.

Razor easily lifted Ms Americana's limp body. With her back to him, arms and legs dangling limply and head lolling around, the massively built gang leader lowered her ass down onto his erect cock. Holly helped to guide him straight into Ms Americana's tight, puckered sphincter.

"Uuuggghhhh! Great Liberty, I'm being SODOMIZED!"

The sexy super heroine's back arched and her legs straightened, knees locked and feet wide. She threw her arms wide and her head rolled back as she stared uncomprehending up at the sky. The pain was beyond belief. Worse, the knowledge her sacred butt was impaled upon a cock, in PUBLIC, horrified her. There would be no hiding this setback.

"Hello, Ms Americana, remember me?"

"Holly? What--uuugggh--ohhh, what are you doing?" Ms Americana groaned as the beautiful hooker started rubbing her clit, just the way she liked it. Holly was an old adversary. She'd been hooking for a good decade, and this was the third time the bleach blonde had been in on a Ms Americana capture. The curvaceous costumed heroine felt hope dying, since Holly knew very well how to break and tame her. "This is so wrong, Holly. Why do you always help them tame me?"

"I hate heroines in general, and you in particular," Holly said, nuzzling Ms Americana's cheek. Then she kissed her gently on the lips, before removing her power belt. "I won't stop trying until you are broken and tamed, and stay that way. I want to see you turning tricks so bad it hurts, Ms Holier-Than-Thou stuck up super bitch."

Between Razor's cock hammering her ass, and Holly's magical fingers, Ms Americana was pushed right up to the edge in nothing flat. Then Holly was pushed aside by big, bad Slick Dick.

"Oh no," Ms Americana groaned, locking eyes with big African-American.

"Last time I saw you was at my trial, where your testimony sent me up the river for two years," Slick Dick said, reaching up and grabbing her jostling tits. Then with one hand molesting her tits, he used the other to hold her head still while he kissed her long and hard. "Mmmm, you taste good, Americana. You taste all defeated."

Ms Americana couldn't speak. Her throat was too tight. Her chest was crushing her lungs, while she tried valiantly to hold a bitch breaking climax at bay. But at the same time her eyes were locked with Slick Dick's, even though she knew he was guiding his massive cock to her aching pussy. She sucked in a sharp breath as his cock touched her hypersensitive nether lips, and pushed slowly inside her body.

"I knew you'd be tight," Slick Dick groaned with pleasure.

"Oooooooooooooooohhh," Ms Americana groaned, eyes crossed. Her mind was scrambled, coherent thought almost impossible. Every stroke of that massive cock drove him deeper and deeper, pushing her vagina wider and wider. Driving her stark raving mad with need and desire. His mouth sucked on her lips, nipples. Her red gloved hands clutched at his shoulders, while her mile long legs rose up to either side of the gang leader. The butterflies were immediately burned away by the liquid heat, and she stopped trying to fight off the orgasm. She found herself wanting to climax. "Goddess, I am unworthy! Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Fuck…..me! Fuck….me! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhh! Oh, yes! Yes! I am TAMED!"

Both men came at that time, overjoyed they had tamed the highest and mightiest of Delta City's super heroines. As their cocks filled her ass and twat with hot cum, the sexy Queen of Justice bucked and screamed and climaxed five more times. Then both men pulled out and she fell to her knees between them.

"Damn right!" Slick Dick cried. "Americana, who is your daddy, bitch?"

"You're my daddy, Slick Dick," she moaned.

"Who owns you, Americana," Razor said.

"Slick Dick owns me," Ms Americana said softly, licking her full red lips as she looked glaze-eyed up at Slick Dick.

"WHAT!?!" Razor cried, and slugged Slick Dick in the face.

All hell broke loose as both gangs charged into battle. Ms Americana crawled out of the fray, and looked around. She spotted Holly hurrying away, with her golden power belt clutched to her chest. The sexy super heroine took off after her.

Holly squeaked, and started running. She couldn't run in her six inch stilettos as fast as Ms Americana could run her in stilettos. So she ducked into a brothel. Ms Americana charged in after her.

"Give me that belt, Holly, or I'll beat you to a pulp," Ms Americana cried, running up the stairs after her.

The brothel was called the Walkup. Not officially, that's just what everyone called it. It was an old hotel, where hookers rented rooms by the day, week or month, and they stood in the door of their room and waited for the men to 'walk up" and hire them. It kept them out of the weather, and few of the girls had pimps. The brothel had never been raided. It was where Holly worked now, after years working for such notables are King Pimp, Mistress Tabitha, Kid Rotten and the Abernathy Family.

Holly had a first floor room, but she was trying to escape the angry super heroine. She reached the top step when Ms Americana grabbed her left ankle. So Holly yelped, and tossed the belt over the side and down to the first floor. Ms Americana immediately turned around and headed back down. Out of spite more than anything, Holly lashed out with a foot and connected with the vivacious vigilante's sexy round rump, and pushed her face down the stairs.

"Aaaaagghhhhhh!" the Queen of Justice cried as she tumbled down to the first floor.

Holly clapped her hands and hurried after the groaning super heroine. She had to step over the crumpled vigilante at the base of the stairs, but she snatched up the power belt and ran down to her room first. She stuffed the belt between her mattress and box springs, grabbed a vibrating dildo, and then went back for Ms Americana.

The super sexy super heroine had pulled herself to all fours. Holly immediately jerked her hair, pulling her head painfully back, and thrust the dildo up her aching cunt. Ms Americana gasped and groaned, clawing at the tile floor. Holly grinned with malicious glee. She knew Ms Americana's super heroine body was still afire and vulnerable after being tamed by Razor and Slick Dick. After the fifth thrust into her cunt, Ms Americana shuddered violently and moaned wantonly.

"Yeah, baby, I'm keeping you for myself," Holly said. She pulled out the dildo, threw her leg over Ms Americana's back and sat down like she was a pony. Then Holly shoved the ten inch, very thick dildo back up Americana's cunt. "Take that, Ameri-slave."

"Oooohh, Goddess, I…I….cannot take…this," Ms Americana cried, and screamed her climax. "Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Men started coming into the brothel from the street. They stopped and gawked at the two cat fighting women.

"Ms Americana has been defeated," one man said.

"Yes she has," Holly said, and smiled wickedly at them. Then she turned on the vibrator, still deep inside Ms Americana's pussy.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Great Liberty, I've been TAMED!" Ms Americana cried, starting to buck. "Aaaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Talk about making a quick change from virtuous heroine to slutty whore," Holly said, laughing. "She's slutty as you want her to be, boys."

Holly rode Ms Americana through a dozen more climaxes, until her spectacular body was shiny with sweat. She left the once proud Queen of Justice a shivering, moaning mess on the floor. The sexy hooker stood up, straddling the panting heroine, and smiled at the assembled men. She counted seven.

"Who wants to be the first to HIRE Ms Americana?" Holly said. "Bidding starts at one hundred dollars."

Ms Americana's first trick went for seven hundred and thirty dollars, to a skinny businessman in a suit. Holly dragged the vanquished vigilante to her red booted feet, and forced her down the hall to Holly's rented room. The businessman followed, with a big stupid grin. Holly left the vibrator in until they reached the room, then turned it on high to force two more orgasms out of her sexy slave.

"You know what to do, Ms A-whore," Holly sneered. "You've turned tricks before. I already collected the money. Make sure he has a good time."

They went into the room and Ms Americana staggered to the queen sized bed. She sat on the edge, still panting and groggy from Holly's brilliant dildo work. Holly got the businessman stripped fast. She knew from experience that super heroines recovered fast after sexual stimulation stopped. But she had nothing to worry about, Ms Americana slipped off the bed and dropped to her knees as the man approached the bed.

"Mmm, let me have a taste," Ms Americana purred, taking hold of his erect cock. She started licking and sucking on his head. She gave him head for less than a minute, before he grunted and grabbed her arms. She was thrown on the bed, and he jumped between her legs. A second later she was impaled, back arched and pushed to the brink of climax again. "Great Liberty, yes! Fuck…Me! Fuck…Me!"

Holly laughed, seeing dollar signs. Ms Americana was a very enthusiastic whore, and she would fuck all day and all night if Holly just kept her aroused. She wasn't going to make the same mistakes that stupid men always do. No way. Ms Americana belonged to her, and would stay firmly under her thumb.

"Oh God, I'm fucking Ms Americana….aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Ms Americana cried.

"Yes, sir, you fucked Ms Americana for money," Holly said. "The Queen of Justice is officially a whore."

Within a few minutes he was out, and Holly was straddling Ms Americana's waist. The sexy super heroine was still panting with a sensuous smile curling her full red lips. Holly felt her belly still quivering from the climax. The sexy hooker took the opportunity to caress and massage Ms Americana's legendary mammaries.

"My, my, you are a big girl, aren't you?" Holly said.

"Ummm, yes," Ms Americana said, smiling at her with bedroom eyes.

Holly cupped Ms Americana's cheek, then leaned over and kissed her.

"You are so fucked," she whispered. Then Holly pulled off her mask. "Peek-a-boo, I own you…BRENDA WADE."

"Great Liberty, I'm ruined," Ms Americana said.

Holly had to pause to control her raging emotions and breathing. She hated Brenda Wade almost as much as Ms Americana. That goodie-two-shoe, holier-than-thou and self proclaimed "superior woman" just chapped her ass. Half of Sugar Town's troubles could be traced directly back to Brenda Wade and her cadre of super rich busybody girlfriends. And now Holly had the power. She controlled Brenda Wade's body, mind and considerable economic assets.

"No, you are owned and operated by me," Holly said. "Ms Super Hooker is your name, and prostitution is your game." She pressed the mask back to Ms Americana's face. "After YOU put in a good night's work, WE are going home to the Wade Mansion. I'm moving in, baby. Everything that is yours, is now mine."

"Bitch. You won't get away with this," Ms Americana said, baby blues flashing.

"Of course I will. Everyone will see what we project. Brenda Wade has fallen head over heels for Holly Madigan, and they are lesbian lovers," Holly said. "They'll all be eagerly listening to all the sordid gossip about our frequent public trysts and all. Lots of PDA for us, baby." Then Holly thrust the dildo back up Ms Americana's cunt, and turned of the vibrator. "Time to get you back in the MOOD."

"Aaaaaaaagggggggghhhhhh! Oh Goddess, I cannot fight that damned vib…Uuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhh! Oh! Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Aaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Uuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhh!"

"Wow! Machinegun orgasms," Holly said, watching in amazement as her new sex slave climaxed over and over and over beneath her. She forced the sexy vanquished vigilante to climax like that for the next five minutes, which totally sucked any defiance or free will from her mind and body. Ms Americana was utterly fired up for sexual misconduct. "You're going to be the best hooker Sugar Town ever saw, baby."

And Ms Americana spent the next few hours proving her right. After they ran out of waiting customers, Holly removed all of the Ms Americana paraphernalia from her body, and dressed her up in a normal working girl outfit -- silver halter top, shiny red spandex micro mini, six inch stiletto pumps and lots of big, sparkly jewelry. And lots of heavy makeup. Then she put Brenda out on the street and made her turn tricks the old fashion way for another two hours.

That's when Holly agreed to Ms Americana going to a frat party, and taking care of all the horny college boys at a set price of five thousand dollars. They were rich college boys.

Truth was, both Ms Americana and Holly worked the frat party.

"You better be the most wanton, sex crazed slut in history tonight," Holly said. "I might be working, too, but I'll be watching you like a hawk."

"I know," Brenda said. She was light-headed and breathless. Holly had used the vibrating dildo on her all the way over in the car. So she was so horny it hurt. Her pussy ached with need, and she fidgeted next to Holly, rubbing her silky thighs together and thinking about what all those horny boys would do to her. "What's taking them so long to answer the damn door?"

The most geeky looking college boy in history answered the door. The music was loud behind him, and they could see young men and women dancing frantically. A lot of faces turned to regard them with eager eyes.

"Someone order an all night SUCKER?" Holly said, stepping past the boy after giving him a kiss on the edge of his mouth. Brenda gave him a kiss full on the lips, then groped him crotch. "Hello, boys and girls, the entertainment's here."

"Just two hookers?" someone said.

"Yeah, but really, really great hookers," another said. "Check out the tits on that big brunette!"

"Yeah, boys, check them out," Brenda said, and pulled off her silvery halter top. She shook her 38Gs at them, with a big wicked grin. "Come and get them, boys."

"What about girls?" a big redhead said. Brenda looked her up and down. She was clearly Aphrodite, about nineteen, and gorgeous. Red had nothing to be ashamed of, with a sweet set of 36Gs, full red lips and mile long legs. She was wearing a sexy Catholic school girl costume, with six inch Mary Jane shoes over ruffled socks.

"I'm open to suggestion," Brenda said. She pressed up against the redhead, both of their hands beginning to run up and down each other's sides, around their round hips and asses. Tits pressed firmly into each other, they looked each other deep in the eyes just a fraction of an inch apart. "I'm Honi, what's your name?"

"Scarlet," she said. When she spoke their lips brushed. Her tongue came out and stroked Brenda's full red lips. "And I want you."

"I'm yours. Enjoy." They kissed passionately, to the hoots and hollers of all the frat boys. "Mmmmmmmm."

Scarlet took Brenda by the hand and led her to the middle of the room. Brenda glanced back, to see Holly already topless and kneeling in front of a frat boy, sucking his cock. A large round table was in the middle of the room and the two horny women climbed up on top, so everyone could watch them make out.

Kneeling on the table, they began kissing. Brenda loved lipstick kisses, especially with really beautiful women like Scarlet. While they kissed, Brenda removed Scarlet's top and skirt, while Scarlet pulled off Brenda's skirt. Soon they were up there in nothing but high heels and jewelry.

"Uuuummmm," Brenda groaned, as the two hot chicks maneuvered themselves into a sexy 69, with Brenda on top. She buried her face in the V of Scarlet's silky thighs, and admired her lover's completely waxed pussy. Scarlet had a red heart tattoo above her slit. Those pussy lips were glistening wet with Scarlet's arousal, as were Brenda's nether lips. Then Scarlet's tongue penetrated Brenda's pussy, sliding up her slit to her clit. "Oooooooohhhhhh. Yeeeesssss."

As liquid heat flowed throughout Brenda's spectacular body, she went to work on Scarlet's hot twat. She licked, nibbled and sucked on her pussy lips, slit and clit. In no time she had Scarlet panting beneath her, writhing, moaning and groaning. A crowd gathered around them, watching with lust and longing. Brenda might not have been hornier than Scarlet, but she was more talented and more enthusiastic. Scarlet climaxed seconds before Brenda.

"Uuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Oh yes!" Scarlet cried.

"Mmmmmmggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Brenda cried into Scarlet's cunt.

They climaxed each other for five more minutes, before two boys pulled Brenda off. She glanced back to see a nerd climb up between Scarlet's legs and immediately impale her, while another blonde buried her bush in Scarlet's face.

"Well, hello, lady lesbian," a tall, skinny geek in round glasses said from atop a throne.

"Who are you supposed to be? King Harry Potter?"

"Ha, you are one funny hooker," he said. "I am Ralph, president of this fine fraternity. Oh, and your next lover." He patted his erect cock. "Mount up, babe."

"Oh, a pretty penis, too," Brenda said, reaching out to stroke it. "So pretty."

She gave it a soft kiss, then straddled Ralph's waist. With her left hand behind his head, she leaned in and kissed him deeply and passionately while her right hand snaked down and took hold of his cock. Brenda guided him into her twat, and slowly slid down his long pole. It felt divine, and she sucked in her breath and held it as she lowered herself, pushing him in deeper and deeper.

"Mmmmmmmgggghhhh," the sexy super heroine groaned wantonly. "For a skinny guy, you sure have a fat cock."

"You sure do enjoy your job," he said with a strained voice.

"You don't know the half of it, baby," Brenda said. "Oooooggghhhh."

"What's your name, honey?"

"Honi." It was the name Holly placed upon her.

"Funny. For real, what's your name?"

"It's Honi. H…O…N…I….," she said. "Honi."

"Ha! Too funny," Ralph said. "Well, it fits, Honi. Cause you are sweet as honey." She started to ride his cock in earnest. "And before this night is over, you're great body will be as sticky as honey."

"How enticing," Brenda said, making a face. She kissed him, opening her mouth and thrusting in her tongue. They tongue tangoed while she rode him hard, bouncing up and down his cock. His hands were all over her curvaceous body, especially on her titanic tits. After a minute, he started kissing down her throat, to her tits, and then licked, sucked and nibbled her into la la land. "Aaaaaaaiiieeeeeeeeeeee! Yes! Do it again! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!" Then he came deep inside her, and that tripped her trigger yet again. "Aaaaaaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh! So good."

Someone grabbed Brenda's long, silky black hair and pulled her off Ralph. He laughed as the young man pulled her backwards to a couch. Then she was forced to her knees and commanded to suck him off. She obeyed without protest.

"Mmmmggghhh," she groaned, savoring the taste of the college boy. Then he pulled out, sat down and forced her to sit on his lap, back to him. That shoved his cock up her anus. "Yyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooowwwwww!"

"Bang that Butt!" several men called. "Butt bangers ball time!"

Back arched, slack-jawed, Brenda bounced up and down on the frat boy's cock, feeling it profoundly as it slid in and out of her ass. Her huge tits bounced hard as she groaned and rolled her head around in pure pleasure. She glanced to her right, and saw Scarlett bent over a chair, getting it up the ass. Holly was with Ralph, bouncing up and down his cock, which was up her ass, too. Indeed, all of the women at that party were getting it up the ass at that time.

"I…ugh…am…oh…so…oh…fucking…aggh….TAMED!" Brenda cried. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" When he creamed her ass, she came again. "Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

She climaxed three more times while he emptied his cock deep up her butt.

"Oh no," Brenda said, moved down just one man on the couch and another cock went up her ass. "I'm so fucked!"

"Butt fucked," the frat boy said behind her.

He fucked her through three more orgasms, then she was moved to the next man on the couch and butt fucked yet again. Then she was passed around the room, getting butt fucked left and right for the next two hours.

"Hello, Ralph," Brenda said, panting as she crawled up to the frat's president. "You want to do me again?"

"Hell, yeah. Titty fuck me, babe," Ralph said.

His cock was soft, so Brenda took it in hand, and gave it a few licks. Nothing. She wondered how many times he'd had sex that night, and if he wasn't just "petered out." But she started sucking his cock, and it stiffened right up in her mouth. Once he was good and hard, she moved up deeper between his knees, and wrapped her titanic tits around his stiff member.

"Enjoying yourself, Mr. President?" Brenda purred, gracing him with a sultry smile as she titty fucked him.

"Immensely, babe. You're the best," he said. "We might hire you girls again."

"You won't be disappointed," Brenda said.

She titty fucked Ralph until he finally, after twenty minutes, sprayed her face and tits with cum. Boys were waiting, and as soon as she finished Brenda was pulled back onto the floor, face up. A frat boy thrust his cock down her throat, plumbing her oral depths, while another mounted her twat with a sigh of satisfaction. Finally, a pair of twin blondes sorority girls claimed her jostling tits, licking all of the cum off that perfect pair before they concentrated on her erect and sensitive nipples.

And that's how Brenda spent the last three hours of the party, taking care of two boys at once on her back, while a parade of pretty girls sucked on her humongous tits. Holly and Brenda stumbled out of the frat house in the wee hours of the night, big smiles on their faces.

"Wow. I didn't expect that," Brenda said.

"Call us a limo, Brenda, and we'll go home to Wade Manor," Holly said.

Brenda frowned. Holly wasn't going to give her five minutes alone. But a tiny smile curled her full red lips, too. Her baby blues narrowed. Holly knew how to dominate an Aphrodite woman, no question about it, but she also seriously underestimated Ms Americana. The sexy super heroine was conquered early and thoroughly, sure, but she'd started to get used to the sex, so was in full control of her faculties again. And Holly was going down.

"Sure thing, boss," Brenda said, accepting the cell phone from Holly.

Twenty minutes later Brenda's personal limo and driver arrived, and whisked them back to Wade Manor. Brenda gave Holly a short tour of the fabulous mansion, and then took her upstairs to the master bedroom. They showered together, and jumped into bed. Once again, Holly used her vibrating dildo to fuck Brenda stupid. She dildo fucked Brenda until the sexy billionaire mega babe passed out.

"Ugh," Brenda grunted softly several hours later.

One baby blue eye popped open. Holly was sprawled out beside her on the huge bed. Brenda smiled with wicked delight, then slowly and stealthily slipped out of the bed. She hurried into her closest, and then through a secret door. She quickly retrieved truth serum and memory wiping drugs. And a set of handcuffs.

Click..click!

"Gotcha," Brenda said as Holly's eyes popped open.

"How dare you! I'll expose you as Ms Americana," Holly said. "I'll tell everyone, and you'll be destroyed."

They were both naked, hair tousled and wild from sleep and wild sex. Brenda jerked Holly's head back by her bleach blonde tresses. She held up the first syringe.

"Oh. What are you going to do with that?"

"Make you very honest," Brenda said, and thrust the needle into her arm. She held onto the struggling blonde until the drug took affect, and Holly became calmer and more malleable. "Where is my power belt?"

"Under the mattress in my room."

"They room I had to whore inside? That bed?"

"Yes."

"Damn. It was right there all that time. Damn," Brenda said, baby blues narrowed at the sexy hooker. "Did you tell anyone else my secret identity?"

"Oh no, momma don't share," Holly said, and giggled. "You my bitch, Brenda Wade."

"How wonderful," Brenda sneered. "Did you video and/or audio recorded anything to prove I was Ms Americana?"

"No. I didn't think about it. I should have."

"Good," Brenda said, and administered the memory drug. She spent the next hour wiping Holly's mind of everything that happened that night. The last thing Holly remembered was seeing Razor and Slick Dick marching towards each other at the edge of Sugar Town. "Done."

Holly was sound asleep, and would remain asleep for a good five or six hours. Plenty of time for Brenda to get ready and return her to the hooker hotel. Brenda dressed in all black, and stealthily took Holly back to the Walkup hooker hotel, and retrieved her power belt as she deposited the bleach blonde hooker on her skanky bed.

"You're smart, Holly. You might have succeeded, too, but you made a fatal mistake," Brenda said. She leaned over and kissed Holly's slightly parted lips. "You should've never taken me home. Bye-bye, idiot."

Brenda drove up to Wade Towers, and rode her private elevator up to her apartment behind her office. There she dressed for success -- gold silk blouse, black skirt, dark hose and black pumps. She pulled her silky black hair up, artfully dangling tendrils around her super model gorgeous face. Last, but not least, she put on the glasses she didn't need and entered her sprawling office.

"All that, and I got to work with ten minutes to spare. Damn, I'm good," Brenda said, grinning.

The morning was spent in meetings. After a business lunch, where she brokered a fifty million dollar deal, she returned to work for a more pleasurable afternoon. Brenda loved hosting the local university's MBA program students. They were such bright, ambitious kids. And they never failed to be impressed by her and her company.

Bzzzzzzz went her intercom.

"Ms Wade, the university tour is here," Cindy, her secretary, said.

"Be right out, Cindy."

Brenda double checked her face in a mirror, and went out to meet and greet them. There were ten students, five men and five women. Her heart fell into her stomach instantly, because she knew one of them.

"Hello, Ms Wade, it is a pleasure to meet you AGAIN," Ralph said. "I am Ralph Mays."

"Oh, you've met before?" the teacher said.

"Yes, Ms Wade and I met at a social gathering last night," Ralph said. "And a grand time was had by all, right, Ms Wade?"

"Quite," Brenda said, relieved he wasn't just blurting out that he hired her as a hooker for a frat party. But that meant he probably wanted something, too. It would cost her, and dearly. "I didn't realize you were part of the MBA program."

"It didn't come up," Ralph said.

Brenda was introduced to the rest of the group, and she gave her portion of the tour. It took about two hours, and Ralph was next to her every step of the way. He never failed to take the opportunity to catch her eyes, either, and an electricity flowed between them. Brenda found herself flustered most of the time, and was glad when it was time to pass the group off to a PR man from the company.

"What am I going to do about Ralph?" she said. "No choice, I'll have to pick him up as Ms Americana, and then wipe his memory."

Bzzzzz, "Ms Wade, there is a young man here to see you. A Ralph Mays?"

"Oh? Um, send him in," Brenda said. She couldn't refuse, and chance him getting angry and spouting off about her and last night. Ralph came in confidently, with a smug smile on his geeky face. "Hello, Ralph, what do you want?"

"Right to the point, heh, Brenda?"

"That's Ms Wade to you, mister."

"No, it's Brenda. Or do you prefer 'Honi?'" he said, and laughed when she cringed. He unzipped and pulled out his cock. "Now be a good little slut and suck me off, Brenda Honi Wade."

"I don't think so."

"I'll expose you for the self righteous hypocrite you are, Brenda. Acting all virtuous and holier-than-thou by day, and working as a skanky hooker by night for kicks," Ralph said.

"No one will believe you," she said. "You have no proof. It's your word against mine, and I'm much more respected."

"Normally, that would be true, but since the frat house is completely wired with audio/video equipment, and every fucking second of your fucking every one of us was recorded last night," Ralph said, enjoying the shade of deep red Brenda was turning. "I'm sure the media and public will enjoy watching Butt Banging Ball time, and Brenda titty fucking me, and…"

"I get your point," Brenda snapped.

"Then why aren't you on your knees sucking me off?"

Brenda stared at him open mouthed a long moment, her mind and emotions in turmoil. She couldn’t think of anything that he would believe, that would keep her off her knees and his dick out of her mouth. Nothing.

Brenda Wade removed her glasses and knelt before the grinning Greek geek. She took his cock in hand, gave it a few firm strokes, and then looked up into his merciless eyes.

"You'll pay for this humiliation, Ralph. This I swear," Brenda said. Then she opened wide and wrapped her full red lips around his cock head. She rolled her tongue around his cock, sucking and licking, taking him all the way inside of her mouth. Brenda gave Ralph the best blow job of his life. "Mmmmggghhh."

The geek pulled his cell phone, and snapped off a dozen pictures of Brenda Wade sucking his cock. He sent them along with text messages explaining everything to his frat brothers. Brenda growled, but kept on sucking. More damn incriminating pictures, and more people who knew. It was just getting worse and worse.

Ralph didn't last long. He came quickly, not even trying to prolong the pleasure. She sat back on her legs after licking his cock and balls clean. Licking her lips, she looked up warily.

"Sorry, I don't have much time. I have to return to the tour," Ralph said, grinning as he patted her on the head. "Now, you be a good girl and dress sexy, then go over to the frat house and kneel in the middle of the living room."

"I can't. I have appointments, meetings…"

"No, you have to keep me happy," Ralph said. "Go now. I'll be along shortly."

With that Ralph turned and left. Brenda just gawked after him. What could she do? He wasn't giving her time to think, much less give her time to work out a plan of action. So she cleared her afternoon, went to the apartment behind her office and changed into red leather bustier (that left her midriff bare), matching skirt that barely covered her assets, red thigh boots and lots of jewelry. In other words, sexy clothes for sex. She didn't bother with heavy makeup, since the frat boys already knew her name.

Brenda drove straight over to the frat house. It was just five minutes from Wade Towers. There were two frat boys waiting with eager eyes. Their eyes almost bugged out when they saw her sexy attire.

"Pick up your tongues, boys. It's not like you haven't already seen me naked," she said, pushing past them. "You both fucked me several times last night."

Brenda went into the living room, right to the center, and dropped to her knees facing Ralph's throne. The two frat boys followed her, and three more rushed in the front door.

"Is she here yet?" one called.

"Yep, she's kneeling in the living room."

"Is she sucking dick already?"

"Naw. I don't know what she's doing."

"I'm obeying Ralph's orders," Brenda snarled. "He commanded me to come here and kneel in the middle of the living room. I'm here. I'm kneeling."

The boys walked around her, taking pictures with their camera phones. Brenda knelt quietly, fuming and shame-faced. Fortunately, Ralph arrived a few minutes later. He walked straight to his throne and sat down.

"I like your new look, Brenda," Ralph said. "Red is your color. Stand up."

Brenda stood up, fighting the urge to strike a super heroine pose. The frat boys scrambled to get the cameras rolling again. It only took a few minutes, and they were ready.

"Dance for us, Brenda."

"Oh Goddess," Brenda groaned, but began a sexy little dance that jiggled her 38Gs, and shook her well rounded hips.

She gave Ralph a rousing lap dance, before the geek removed her top and made her continue her dancing. Shortly after, she lost her skirt, too. Then she gave every frat boy there a lap dance, before returning to Ralph.

"Suck me off, Brenda," Ralph said, grinning with wicked delight. "Suck us all off."

Brenda sighed, knowing it would devolve into sex eventually. She knelt between his knees, and started sucking his cock. Her dancing had left Brenda horny as hell, and tingly all over. Once there was penetration, she knew she would be a goner. And when her mouth wrapped around his cock, her prediction came true. Before Ralph creamed her mouth, Brenda Wade was sucking him off with relish, savoring every slurping taste and feel. All of her sexual inhibitions were lost, and she became the wanton nympho of the previous night.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

It was a month before Brenda got a moment alone without a frat boy there to watch her, or fuck her. She'd secretly arranged for the Dean to call in all members of the frat to chastise them for their wild, loud parties. They thought they were safe, since Brenda had meetings scheduled all afternoon. She was told to meet them back at the frat house at six that night, sharp.

"I don't think I'll be needing the French Maid costume tonight," Brenda said as she lay down in her Wade Towers penthouse's bed. She only wore garter belt, hose and stiletto pumps. She calmly, grunting and groaning, inserted the magical anal beads Hexanna had given her. She was panting once they were all in. Their magic would keep her from climaxing while she dildo fucked herself crazy. "Great Liberty, this is so good, yet so frustrating."

For over a month she'd been free to climax. It had de-powered her, but being allowed to enjoy sex had felt kind of liberating, too. She despised the fact her power needed sexual frustration. Brenda spent four hours fucking herself to the brink, never to finish what she so needed. But the end of four hours, her sexual frustrations were bursting at the seams.

Standing on wobbly legs, she cried out, "I am Ms Americana!"

Golden light engulfed her, and she was dressed as Ms Americana again. She immediately felt super strength and endurance flood her shapely body, thanks to the golden power belt around her waist. She smiled, now back to full power after so long. People were starting to ask where Ms Americana was lately, many speculating that she'd been captured and sold into sexual slavery. After all, there were those unconfirmed reports of her turning tricks down in Sugar Town from a month back.

Ms Americana hurried over to the frat house, with enough truth and memory drugs to take care of every member of the fraternity, and some more if any told others about their "arrangement." She broke inside, and hid upstairs in a closet. The frat boys returned shortly after her.

"That fat bastard, he has no right to levy sanctions against us," Ralph growled. "I can't believe he put us on probation. Hell, those sorority sluts down the street have even wilder parties than us."

"Isn't Brenda supposed to be here?" another frat boy said.

"Damn. Yes. I told her six sharp," he said. "It's seven-thirty now. Damn. I bet she went home already. Double damn. I so need to fuck her fat ass. Hard."

Without the sexy billionaire sex slave to use and pass around, the frat boys went their merry ways. Ms Americana smiled as Ralph came up to his room. She was in his closet, waiting.

Ms Americana snuck out, and whacked Ralph over the head. He fell bonelessly at her booted feet. She bound his arms and gagged him, then followed the sounds of frat boys upstairs. One by one, she knocked them out and bound them up tight. As each came up that evening, Ms Americana waylaid them. By ten o'clock that night she caught them all but one. He was still out.

"We'll get Edgar when he comes in," Ms Americana said, having the boys all lined up in the living room. She opened her kit of truth and memory drugs, and smiled at them. They stared at her with big eyes. "You've been very bad boys. I heard what you did to Brenda Wade. I'm here to rectify that situation."

Ms Americana had the first syringe of truth drug prepared when Edgar came through the front door. He was halfway into the living room before he realized something was amiss.

"What the….why are you all….Ms Americana?" he said. "Oh shit! We're caught!"

Edgar ran to the front door. He tried to open it as Ms Americana charged after him, but the chain was already set and he didn't have time to free it. So Edgar screamed like a school girl and ran up the stairs as fast as his feet would carry him. Ms Americana was hot on his heels, gaining quickly. Just as he reached the top of the stairs, she slapped his feet out from under him. Poor Edgar wailed and fell, then began rolling back down the stairs.

"Yikes!" Ms Americana cried, bowled over by the tumbling frat boy.

Edgar found himself in a jumble at the foot of the stairs, tangled with Ms Americana's limp limbs. She was dazed, moaning and writhing. He panicked, but didn't totally go brain dead. Edgar spotted the rope and ball gag meant for him.

"Turnabout is fair play, Ms A," Edgar said. He inserted the bright white ball gag into her mouth, buckling it behind her head. Then he pulled her arms back, and tied her wrists together. Finally, he bound her ankles, and then tied them to her wrists. "Hogtied Americana, got to love it."

Edgar untied his frat brothers, and they dragged a writhing, furious Ms Americana into the living room. She was balanced on her knees before Ralph upon his throne, though she was still hogtied.

"Talk about a quick change in fortunes, heh, Americana?" Ralph said. "Remove her power belt."

Ms Americana panicked, and strained with all her considerable might. The rope binding her wrists snapped. She began struggling with her bound ankles.

"Shit! She broke free!"

"You didn't take off her belt?"

"You didn't say to."

"RUN!"

<Great Liberty, they're getting away!> Ms Americana thought.

Forgetting her ankles, she quickly unbuckled the ball gag.

"Halt in the name of Justice!" She was left by herself in the frat house. "Lousy miscreants."

Ms Americana angrily untied her ankles and left. The frat boys were all gone. They wouldn't let her capture they all again, at least not that night. She'd have to come up with another plan. Maybe she could catch them one at a time around campus, wipe their memories and stash them until they were all taken care of. But that would be kidnapping, and very much against the law.

"Being honest has its drawbacks," Ms Americana grumbled.

She returned to Wade Manor, and was back in Brenda Wade mode before nine. She thought she might go over and surprise Angela, and together enjoy a night of soft feminine sex. She had her anal beads, after all, and could rebuild her sexual frustration pretty quick with Angela's help.

Brenda donned a lacy black corset, with red rose and bow decorations, matching garter belt and black lacy hose, stuffed into black lace up six inch stiletto calf boots. Then she put on a leather skirt, black opera gloves and a black choker. The sexy billionaire accessorized with lots of shiny silver: Big hoop earrings and matching bangles.

The doorbell rang.

"Oooh, could one of my girlfriends be surprising me?" she said, getting aroused just at the thought.

Custom was among the sexy super heroines of Delta City, visiting girl got to top. If she was surprised, then her visiting lover got to be dominant. After being so submissive for the past month, Brenda really wanted to play the dominatrix, but she could make exceptions. Maybe halfway through they could switch. If it was Tanya, then Brenda knew she'd get to top no matter what. Tanya LOVED being the submissive.

Brenda picked up her wicked riding crop and headed to the door. Whoever was visiting was proving very impatient, ringing the door bell every few minutes.

"Cool your jets," Brenda called as she descended the grand stairs. "It's a big house, and takes a while to cross it."

All of her staff was out of there by seven every night, unless there was a special event. As a super heroine, she didn't need a lot of prying eyes around at night when she did most of her Ms Americana activities.

Brenda gnawed on her glossy bottom lip as she approached the door. Who could it be? Such impatience seemed to indicate Angela. Axanna got demanding like that sometimes. If either of them was out there, and that impatient, then Brenda had little chance of topping that night.

Brenda pulled the front door open, saying, "Why so impatient, lov…oh!"

"Damn, Brenda, you get one night off and you want to go out and turn tricks?" Ralph said. "You are hornier than I thought. What a raging slut. Come on, boys."

Brenda stood frozen in place, baby blues wide as two lines of frat boys filed past her to either side. Hands swatted her rump and pinched her tits as they walked by. She couldn't think. The beautiful billionaire never believed they would violate the sanctity of Wade Manor.

"Come along, Brenda," Ralph called. "We've got to talk, babe."

"Talk?"

Oh, that couldn't be good. Brenda's throat tightened and her belly clinched. She licked her lips and turned around. The frat boys were all sitting in the great room, waiting for her. She took a deep breath, and followed them in.

Ralph had found the largest chair, and set it up like a throne. They had rearranged the chairs and couches so that there were two lines of them with a space between them and leading up to the impromptu throne. None of the bedraggled frat boys looked happy with her.

"What's the matter, Ralph?" Brenda said. "I thought we agreed my home here was off limits."

"Yes, and we agreed that YOU wouldn't TELL anyone about our arrangement, Brenda," Ralph said. "And then lo and behold, Ms Super Tits shows up tonight and waylays almost all of us. Thank God Edgar was able to whip her ass and save the rest of us."

"Huh, whip her…"

"That's neither here nor there, Brenda," Ralph said. "In the end, we won. We defeated and captured Ms Americana, but unfortunately she escaped before we could exact our revenge. So we'll take our pound of flesh out of your fat ass, since you're the one that set her on us."

"I never…!" Brenda protested, but was cut off.

"Stuff it, babe. From what she said, it had to be you that told her," Ralph said. "Now we're going to dictate a new agreement."

"No!" Brenda snapped, baby blues flashing. "Yes. I asked Ms Americana to help get me out of this untenable situation. You're incessant demands on my time was too much. Too much! I would rather be utterly humiliated rather than continuing on as your sex slave."

"If you don't cooperate, then we will release all of the videos of you doing us, and there is a lot of video," Ralph said smugly.

"Just do it," she said. "I'm fed up with you perverts. Release the video, and then I'll file charges of extortion and blackmail. And illegal restraint, kidnapping and rape."

"Bull shit, you were whoring yourself off," Ralph said.

"At first, but then you blackmailed me and forced me into sexual slavery."

"All the media, public and jury will care about is that you were a HOOKER."

That was a gut punch. He was probably right. Indeed, since they had audio/video of that first party, where she and Holly were fucking for money, the District Attorney would surely use it to prosecute her as a prostitute, and he would probably win, too. Brenda could barely breathe when she thought what would happen to her when they sent her to prison.

But the important thing was to ensure the frat boys didn't learn of that angle. She had to pretend that she didn't care. Brenda had to bluff her way out of that predicament.

"Well, if you don't care about yourself, what about Ms Americana?" Ralph said. "She committed crimes on tape tonight. She kidnapped us, tied and gagged us. I think even the DA would prosecute her for that. Even cops aren't allowed to do that shit."

"Oh no, I…I believe…um…that the Super Heroine Acts give super heroines some leeway…."

"Bull shit, Brenda. We're American citizens. We have rights," Ralph said. He enjoyed the look of fear creeping into her baby blues. "If you don't submit, then we blow in your super friend. She will be a fugitive, and go to prison when the police finally catch her."

They all stared at each other several long minutes. Brenda's chief fear was they would figure out she could be prosecuted, too. She was between a rock and a hard place, and didn't see a palatable out.

"We seem to have achieved a state of mutual assured destruction," Brenda finally said. "If I don't play ball, then you will destroy my reputation, which will result in a major financial loss for my company. But at the same time you will be prosecuted for extortion."

"Don't forget Ms Americana being prosecuted for kidnapping and torturing us."

"We won't go down alone, Brenda," Edgar piped in.

"Then we need to work out a deal," Brenda said, feeling her stress spike. It would not be a good deal for her, of that she was sure. "What if I guaranteed each of you high paying jobs upon graduation?"

"Good start," Ralph said. "But that's the future. It's not doing anything for us right now."

"Goddess, how I hate you all," Brenda growled, eyes narrowing. "What do you want?"

"Okay, we go back to the nightly orgies," Ralph said. "Plus one million dollars each, right now. And we all get that high paying job you mentioned, after graduation."

"I'd rather send you to prison," Brenda sneered. "Here's the deal. NO SEX. I give you part-time positions with nice pay and benefits, which will become permanent when you graduate, at a much higher pay rate."

"Better. We'll take the part-time jobs, assuming they pay very well, and the high paying job at graduation," Ralph said. "But you still have to attend weekly orgies. Say every Saturday night."

"No sex!"

"Make that, Friday, Saturday and Sunday night orgies," Ralph said, his face set with determination.

Ralph and Brenda glared at each other for a few minutes. It was Brenda that flinched, though. It killed her, but she backed down and compromised.

"How about this. The part-time, then full time jobs, and one orgy a month here at Wade Manor, so there will be no more VIDEOS made," Brenda said.

"Oh. Ouch. Hmmm," Ralph said, looking around. He understood they were pushing Brenda to the edge. His frat brothers looked willing to accept her offer. Sex with Brenda once a month was better than getting bootie raped in prison. But still…. "Final offer, Brenda. The described jobs as you outlined, plus an orgy on the first Saturday of every month to be conducted here at Wade Manor, and then each of us gets to meet you each month separately for a blow job or a quickie."

"What do you mean? Blow jobs and quickies? How would that work?"

"There are thirty frat brothers," Ralph said. "Say, at noon every day, you meet a different brother at a place of your choosing for a quickie or a blow job. Final offer, take it or leave it."

"I get to chose whether it is a BJ or a quickie?"

"Yes."

"I agree," she said, her voice cracking. "Sleazy bastards."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Ms Americana slipped through the moonless night. She paused frequently to ensure no one was following her, baby blues narrowed at the unfathomable night. Finally, after circling five times, the Queen of Justice made her move. She quickly but stealthily turned down an alley, and rushed up to a building and leapt high.

There was an open window on the second floor of that old, closed down factory. It was owned by Morgan Media, scheduled to be torn down to make way for a new office tower early the next year.

She heard soft voices deeper inside the building. Ms Americana followed the sound of those voices, but she didn't take a direct route. First she ensured there wasn't anyone hiding in the shadows. It was clear, so she eased up to the door, and slipped inside with nary a sound.

"About time," Lady Midnight said.

"You know Ms Americana always has to make an entrance," Green Spectre said.

"Hello, ladies," Ms Americana said, grinning. "Long time no see."

"Duh," Got Gal said, frowning at her. "We've had our monthly meeting on the first Saturday for ten years, and now you go off and ask for a schedule change. With no explanation, I might add. It took us some time to all rearrange our schedules."

"Yeah, social butterflies like us rich bitches make plans years in advance," Axanna said, grinning.

"I know! My schedule is in shambles," Ms Americana said. She shrugged, with a "Please forgive me" look. "Not my fault. I have a commitment for every first Saturday for the foreseeable future. Can't change it."

"Oh?" Lady Midnight said. "And what would that be? PTA? No, Lydia's grown and moved out."

"I wish," Ms Americana said. She felt her face heat up. "I have the same problem that Got Gal and Green Spectre have."

"Oh my god!" they all cried. "The Queen of Justice has gotten herself into a bootie duty commitment once a month?"

"Worse. Daily, with a first Saturday night commitment," she said.

"What the fuck?" they all said.

So Ms Americana gave them a detailed history of her sordid misadventure. They just gawked at her a long moment after she finished.

"How long have you been doing this?" Lady Midnight said.

"Last Saturday was my fifth monthly orgy, and a month of bootie duty prior to that," Ms Americana said. "So six months."

"You poor thing," Green Spectre said. "How is it working out?"

Ms Americana paused, gnawing on her lower lip. "Pretty good so far. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I really look forward to those once a month orgies." Then she winked at them. "And who doesn't enjoy a high protein lunch, huh?"

THE END