DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.
Ms Americana/Brenda Wade and Flag Girl/Lydia Wills are the creations of Mr. X. I came up with the villains and assorted unsavory characters.
CHAPTER 16
Ms Americana watched the stealthy, shapely figure approaching Wade Manor. The unknown person was obviously a super heroine, being scantily clad and quite shapely. But it was too dark and the other heroine too far away to discern her identity. Flag Girl stirred next to her, getting impatient. Neither of them liked surprises.
It was a rare night off for the super heroine duo. Indeed, it was their first night off since starting work for Kid. Of course, they worked from eight in the morning until six at night, but he let to go then. That gave them several hours to dildo fuck each other into a frenzy, and thus rebuild their pent up sexual frustrations. Both were close to full power.
“Lady Midnight,” Ms Americana whispered, smiling with a nod. “Finally, another super heroine is looking into our…predicament.”
“This means we can’t go in through the Americana Cave’s secret entry,” Flag Girl said. There were some secrets they just couldn’t reveal. “It’ll be more difficult getting inside now.”
Ms Americana shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. The important thing is to reach Felicity, and force her to comply. And the more super heroines involved, the better.”
The two patriotically themed super heroines were kneeling in the night shadows of the underbrush, just five feet from the high iron-wrought fence of Wade Manor. The land to either side of the fabulous mansion was kept in a wild state by Brenda, back when she owned that land. Word was Felicity had already sold all of the acreage not inside the fences of Wade Manor to real estate developers. New mansions would soon occupy that land. There was even a chance that the entrance to the Americana Cave would be discovered.
Ms Americana stood up as Lady Midnight reached them.
“Oh! It’s you. Haha,” Lady Midnight said, trying to hide how startled she was. “I guess I’m not the only one wanting to have a long talk with Ms Drakes about this whole sorted mess.”
“You mean how she tricked Brenda Wade into signing over her entire fortune?” Flag Girl said.
“Exactly. I’m not sure how she did it, but it’s painfully obvious she’s committed a high crime, whether the paperwork is legally binding or not. I’m here to rectify that,” Lady Midnight said. She looked Ms Americana and Flag Girl over with appreciation. “The three of us together will be very intimidating. She’ll fold like a cheap suit.”
“Cool,” Flag Girl said, then frowned. “But I’ve never understood what ‘fold like a cheap suit’ means.”
“Follow me, I know of a secret smuggler’s tunnel into the main house,” Ms Americana said.
“Smuggler’s tunnel? In Brenda’s house?”
“Wade Manor predates the Wade Family,” Ms Americana said as she slipped stealthily through the underbrush. “It was originally built by a gangster during Prohibition.”
The curvaceous vigilante led them to an ancient oak. Then she gave Lady Midnight a smirk. “You can’t tell anyone about this.”
“My lips are sealed.”
Ms Americana wrapped her red gloved hand around a ten inch “stump” left when a limb was sawed off years and years ago. She twisted it clockwise, and a trapdoor rose up out of the forest floor. About a foot of soil rested atop it.
“Follow me,” the Queen of Justice said, dropped to all fours and crawled inside.
“After you,” Flag Girl said, waving her into the small tunnel.
Lady Midnight crawled in behind Ms Americana, her lovely face just inches behind the sexy super heroine’s wiggling butt. The beautiful African-American super heroine thought they would be crawling through pitch darkness, but there was a string of multicolored Christmas lights running the length of the tunnel.
“Christmas lights?” Lady Midnight said.
“Brenda doesn’t put much effort into this tunnel,” Ms Americana said. “Until now, I’m the only one to use it. Sometimes it was important to have secret meetings. You understand.”
“Only too well,” Lady Midnight said.
“I like them,” Flag Girl said.
“Of course you would,” Ms Americana said, grinning. It was Lydia’s idea, after all. And it was Lydia’s job to maintain the tunnel, replacing burnt out lights and all. So far the sexy super heroine hadn’t seen a single burnt out bulb.
It was a long slow crawl. The floor was the softest, powder-like sand they could find. No abrading the knees. But still, Wade Manor sat way off in the center of hundreds of fenced in acres. But they eventually made it, exiting out through a hidden door in the basement.
“Store room?” Lady Midnight said. “What is this stuff?”
“It’s the General’s personal affects,” Ms Americana said. “Brenda can’t bear throwing her father’s favorite things away, so keeps them in this room.”
“And since no one has any reason to sift through this stuff, the secret tunnel is unlikely to be discovered,” Flag Girl said. “Brilliance.”
“Yep. Brenda’s one sharp cookie,” Lady Midnight said. “Which is why this whole thing baffles me so much.”
“We’ll put Ms Wade back on top soon enough,” Flag Girl said.
“No,” Lady Midnight said, shaking her head woefully. “Brenda will never completely recover from this. At best, she regains her wealth, gets back her company and home, but her social and political power are gone forever. You can not hawk your body for money and expect there to be no repercussions.”
Ms Americana and Flag Girl tensed, their shapely bodies suddenly energized with sexual want and need. Visions of the men they’d fucked, they’d sucked, for cash, came flooding into their fertile minds. Nipples hardening, bellies quaking and pussies aching and wet, they fought to regain control of themselves.
“Well, on that fun note,” Ms Americana said, voice strained but steady. “Let’s go beat Felicity bloody…oh, I mean, let’s go have a pleasant talk with Miss Felicity Drakes.”
“Hee hee,” Flag Girl said, though her vibrant blue eyes were vicious.
Lady Midnight’s dark eyes widened a bit, sensing the change in vibe. Her two super sexy friends obviously had more than a passing interest in the Wade-Drakes feud.
The red, white and blue costumed super heroine led her sexy sidekick and the alluring Midnight Avenger up out of the basement, then up the servants’ stairs in back. The mansion was dark, with just enough lights left on to navigate without trouble.
Ms Americana knew that Felicity kept much greater security within the house than Brenda. Brenda kept everyone out at night, so her secret life wouldn’t be discovered. Felicity had big, brutish bodyguards around her 24/7, but while she slept she kept security personnel down on the first floor. That was her mistake.
Ms Americana paused at her former bedroom door, one hand on the doorknob and pressed her ear to the door. No sounds. Felicity was known to “entertain” lots and lots of young studs. There might be a man in there, but he would be asleep when they attacked.
“It’s party time,” Ms Americana whispered, and opened the door.
The vivacious vigilante hit the lights as they rushed inside. Flag Girl closed the door just as Brenda reached the bed. Felicity was alone, and naked. Ms Americana grabbed her by her hair and yanked her off the bed.
“Surprise,” Ms Americana sneered.
“We have to talk,” Lady Midnight said, realizing she would have to be the rational one there. Ms Americana and Flag Girl were really, really pissed at Felicity.
“Fuck you,” Felicity said. “Brenda gave me everything of her own free will, and it isn’t my problem she changed her fickled mind. She’s such a bimbo anyway.”
“She is not a bimbo,” Flag Girl snarled. “Brenda Wade is a brilliant, superior woman.”
“Brenda INHERITED her wealth,” Felicity sneered. “She’s not brilliant or superior. Wait, she has proven to be a superior HOOKER. Word is Brenda is the top earning streetwalker in Sugar Town.” She glared at them a moment, as they glared back at her. Ms Americana and Flag Girl looked on the verge to assaulting her, with their fists clenching over and over. “Speaking of bimbos, you three take the cake.”
“Yeah, right,” Flag Girl said. “We captured you easy enough.”
“And now I’ll capture you,” Felicity said, smirking. “Get ‘em, boys.”
The door slammed open and big, burly bodyguards flooded inside. Ms Americana, Lady Midnight and Flag Girl all whirled around to face the newcomers. The smallest of the nine men was six foot five and about three hundred pounds of pure mean.
“You hired thugs off the docks as bodyguards?” Ms Americana said condescendingly.
“They get the job done,” Felicity said.
“Only nine of them, Ms A,” Flag Girl said, grinning.
“I know. Way under-strength for fighting us,” Ms Americana said, grinning. “I’m as strong as ten men, all by myself.”
“Arrogant twits,” Felicity growled, and kicked Ms Americana in the lower back, sending her stumbling towards the grinning bodyguards. Then she smashed a vase over Lady Midnight’s head, before Flag Girl charged her. “Help!”
Enraged, Flag Girl chased the beautiful billionaire into her vast closet. Felicity locked the door before the sexy sidekick caught her.
Meanwhile, Ms Americana stumbled forward out of control, until one of the bodyguards wound up and smashed an uppercut into her chin. Two bodyguards grabbed Lady Midnight’s arms, the Midnight Avenger too dazed to fight them off. A third bodyguard came up and started beating her brutally about the face, chest and belly, until the shapely super heroine passed out.
“How dare you!” Ms Americana cried, though on one knee. “I’ll teach you all a lesson in respect!”
“Respect this, Americana,” another thug snarled. His fist met only air.
The statuesque super heroine dove to the side, and rolled to her feet. She didn’t hesitate, spinning around with a brutal kick to that thug’s head. He went down and didn’t move. Then she heard another coming up behind her, so did a high backflip, vaulting off his shoulders, and landed behind him. But before she could turn and strike him down, another bodyguard pounded a fist into her belly, doubling her up.
“Oooff!”
“Bet that hurt,” he said.
“Not half as much as THIS,” she cried, and kicked straight up into his chin. He fell straight back and was out. Someone grabbed her long, silky black hair and started dragging her straight back. “Hey! Let go, you cowardly….Uuggh.”
Her outcry was ended when two more bodyguards converged from either side and pounded fists into her ribs. Over and over and over.
“A little help, please,” Ms Americana gasped out. Her baby blues scanned the room. Lady Midnight was out, her purple bikini top already pulled off and three men fondling her outrageously. One man started to pull the Midnight Avenger’s thongs off. Then she spotted Flag Girl, struggling uselessly between two thugs. Felicity stood in the door of her closet, holding Flag Girl’s power belt. “This can’t be happening!”
“Oh, it’s happening, Ms Bimbo. Ain’t that right, Lil Pigtail Girl?”
“Ms Americana, help,” Flag Girl squeaked, big blues eyes wild.
The gorgeous Queen of Justice thrust all of her weight straight down, escaping the two men attacking her from the side. The other thug still held onto her long, long hair, so she twisted around and grabbed her own hair. Then she yanked him towards her as she fell backwards to her back, lifted red stiletto boots high, and caught him on her feet. Ms Americana totally surprised him, so he released her hair but too late. The sexy vigilante kicked him up and over, across the room and into the men molesting Lady Midnight.
Ms Americana leapt to her feet and charged the men holding her pretty protégé. Five steps from them, another bodyguard came in from her left rear and tackled the sexy super heroine. They rolled over and over, and stopped in front of Felicity. Americana on top.
“You will all pay dearly for this,” Ms Americana growled, sitting up as she straddled his waist. Then she cocked her red gloved right fist. “I’m going to pound your brains out, miscreant.”
“Not today,” Felicity said right behind her.
“What the?!?” Ms Americana cried, feeling Felicity’s delicate hands at the base of her back, unfastening her power belt. “NO!”
“Too late,” Felicity said, pulling the all important power belt from around her narrow waist. “Ms Americana is depowered, boys. Now’s she’s just another sexy bimbo in bikini and boots. Take her down.”
Being depowered totally flabbergasted the sexy super heroine. She froze, and before she regained her senses it was too late. Someone seized her right wrist, and twisted it up behind her back. Then she was pulled to her feet by her hair and turned to face Felicity.
“Great Liberty, this is impossible!” Ms Americana cried, wild-eyed.
“I hate it when this happens,” Lady Midnight said, voice strained as she was forced to stand beside Ms Americana. “My ass hurts. Did one of you bastards sodomize me while I was out?”
The bodyguards just laughed.
“Hey! What do you think you are doing?” Flag Girl cried, after she was forced to Ms Americana’s other side. “Stop touching me there. I’m a superior woman, and my girlie bumps are not for the likes of YOU.”
“So, Brenda sent you, huh?” Felicity said, looking pleased and way too confident. “She wants you to save her pretty fat ass. But instead, I caught you instead.” She cupped Ms Americana’s chin, admiring the beautiful super heroine’s masked face. Ms Americana snarled at her, pulling her face away. “Don’t you worry your pretty little heads, my busty beauties, I’ll give Brenda Wade what she so richly deserves. Oh yeah.”
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll let us go now,” Ms Americana said. “Holding a super heroine captive is a felony. You could go to prison.”
“Breaking and entering a private residence is also a felony, Ms Without a Clue,” Felicity said, slipping a finger under the super heroine’s strapless top, and then deftly unfastening it. Her eyes widened a second as the top popped off and fell to the floor, releasing a perfect pair of 38Gs for all to ogle. “Oops, my bad. Nice tits, Americana.”
“The charges against you are piling up, Felicity,” Ms Americana said between clenched teeth, baby blues fierce. “If you release us, surrender now and return Ms Wade’s personal fortune, I think I could convince the judge to go easy on you.”
“Easy?” Felicity said, sounding amused. She glanced past the three captive super babes, at the three remaining bodyguards. One stood behind each super heroine. Her eyes glinted, and she gave a brief nod. The sound of three zippers was loud in the silence. “What ever made you think I like easy?”
“Don’t you dare!” Lady Midnight cried. Then she was forced to bend over, and the man behind her pushed deep into her wet, slippery snatch. “Aagghh. Bastards.”
“Wait! No! You can’t do that to me,” Ms Americana said, whipping her head back and forth, trying to see what the man behind her was doing. “I’m a highly respected sup -- Aaagghh. Oooh. Goddess save me…it’s so big.”
Felicity cupped Ms Americana dangling, bouncing tits. “Big girls deserve big dicks.”
“Do not…augh….I swear, I’ll…do bad things to you….ugh…if you stick that in me,” Flag Girl gasped out, struggling mightily.
“How amusing, the little sidekick puts up a valiant fight, while the two full super heroines just bend over and accept it like big girls,” Felicity said. “Bona fide sluts.”
“I’m going….ugh…to…bona fide….your skinny ass,” Lady Midnight grunted out. “Count on it, bitch.”
“But first…I’m going…to watch….my boys….FUCK you,” Felicity said, mocking the sexy super heroine. “Hahahaha!”
“Ms Americana, help me,” Flag Girl cried.
The sexy sidekick was finally stripped out of her top and bottoms, and bent over. Guido was rubbing his long, thick cock up and down through Flag Girl’s exposed ass crack and pussy slit. She was wiggling her shapely butt sexily, trying to avoid abuse, but only putting on an arousing show before the main event.
Suddenly, Guido thrust his cock up inside her twat.
“Uuuuuuggghhhh,” she groaned. “Too big…Please…hurts….Uuuugugggghhhh.”
“I’m not a lesbian, but…oooh la la,” Felicity said, watching her goons fuck the three gorgeous super heroines. They were bent over, their big tits swinging, their beautiful masked faces all going through many emotions: confusion, bliss, wonder, awe, fear, and anger. “I may have to do some sampling, though. You girls look so fuckable.”
“You…ugh…all are…aaiiee…in so…much…oh my…trouble,” Ms Americana gasped out in rhythm to the hard, long thrusts in and out of her throbbing cunt. “But know…this…ooh…know this…agh…know that….you…agh…can use and…abuse….oooh…us, but in the end…oh no…in the end, we….we will…” Ms Americana’s baby blues grew suddenly wide as a powerful climax surprised her. “I’m COMING! Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhh! Oh, Great Liberty…Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggghhhhhh!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!” Lady Midnight screamed.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” Flag Girl screamed in chorus.
“Too funny,” Felicity said, gloating. “Take them down to the Great Room, boys. I want cameras setup. I’ll let you all fuck them to your hearts’ content, but first we will unmask them on camera.”
“Fucking A,” Guido said. “Come on, boys. Let’s get these cum-suckers ready for their porn debut.”
“This is your last chance, Felicity,” Ms Americana said, though she was obviously still discombobulated from her forced climax.
“And this is just the beginning for you, Ms Americana,” Felicity sneered. “Put them back in their full costumes first. I don’t want there to be any doubt they are the REAL Ms Americana, Lady Midnight and Flag Girl.”
They were released, and forced to redress. Since they’d climaxed, Felicity even returned their power belts, since they were useless fashion accessories now. Then three surly super heroines were marched out of the master bedroom and down the hallway before the nine laughing bodyguards. As they reached the stairs, Ms Americana grinned.
“Follow me!” the Queen of Justice cried, and jumped on the rail atop the elaborate balustrade of the Grand Stairs. She slide face first down the curving rail, moving incredibly fast. Flag Girl didn’t hesitate, and was flying down after her seconds later. Lady Midnight cursed, and joined them.
“Hey!” the bodyguards cried, stunned by that turn of events. Their hesitation ensured the sexy super heroines’ escape. Ms Americana led her friends out the front door, and to freedom.
“Well, that was embarrassing,” Lady Midnight said, as they stood in the forest just in sight of the former Wade Manor. “I’m going home and shower. Five times. Later.”
“Me, too,” Ms Americana said, grimacing.
Ms Americana and Flag Girl found the Americana Mobile, and headed for their Sugar Town bolt hole. They got a quick shower, and got back in to their “street clothes.” For Brenda that was black mini-dress that zipped up the front for easy removal, paired with black thigh boots and lots of shiny jewelry. Lydia put on a hot pink midriff baring top, and matching pleated miniskirt, with hot pink stiletto pumps.
They walked over to Kid’s luxury condo, just outside of Sugar Town. Kid was having a party. Actually, it was a orgy.
“Just great,” Brenda sneered. “Out of the pan and into the fire.”
Brenda shook her head woefully. So humiliating. First, Felicity turned the tables on them and they got their sexy butts reamed good. Then after a spectacular escape, they return “home” only to be forced to join in an orgy. The sleazy men at Kid’s party would be passing her and Lydia around for hours and hours. So much for her day off from sex work.
“I was hoping you’d come over,” Jamar said. The six foot, eleven inch African-American was stark naked. His eleven inch cock was fully erect. In his hands he held a red ball gag and a slave collar. “Open wide, Brenda.”
Brenda’s spectacular body instantly turned to jelly. Belly quaking, twat tingling and aching, she turned to face Jamar and opened her mouth wide as commanded. He wedged the shiny red rubber ball gag firmly between her bright white teeth. He liked the really big ball gags, that truly stressed and strained the lovelies forced to endure them. She lifted her long, long hair out of the way, and he buckled it behind her head. Then he tapped her chin, and Brenda lifted it obediently so he could buckle the collar around her slender throat.
After removing her dress, Jamar led her over to a bistro table, forcing her to lay back across it. He lifted her long, thigh booted legs straight up, then spread them wide in a V. Brenda reached down and guided his long, thick cock into her burning, needy pussy. He thrust in, spreading her delightfully wide.
Brenda’s baby blues rolled up as her head rolled back off the table, and she groaned with wanton delight. Lydia watched the whole thing, becoming insufferably aroused. Only Kid could fuck a woman longer, harder and more soundly than Jamar.
“Where’s Kid?” Lydia muttered hoarsely, wandering deeper into the orgy.