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 17

Ms Americana contemplated her limited options. It had been a full week since the disaster in the former Wade Manor master bedroom. Felicity won again, but at least they had escaped without being unmasked.

The statuesque super heroine wore her entire costume, sans mask. The mask was uncomfortable, and she wasn’t ready to go out in public just yet. Flag Girl was fully dressed, save for her mask as well. She stood in front of the mirror as she put her long, silky blonde hair up in pigtails.

“Are you sure you are at full power?” Ms Americana said.

“Yes, ma’am,” Flag Girl said.

Ms Americana held up a ten inch, thick black vibrating dildo. “I can do you another couple of times, just to make sure. We have the time.”

“Ha! Admit it, Ms A. You just like dildo fucking me,” Flag Girl said, cutting her eyes just enough to lock sultry blue eyes with her sexy mentor. “And I like it too much. I swear, I am so sexually frustrated right now, that I’d climax upon penetration. So, I really want to get some more hot Americana loving, but I dare not.”

“I understand only too well,” Ms Americana said, grimacing. Her twat was aching so much just then. Her entire, statuesque body was energized, eager to fuck, fuck, fuck. “I swear, if I even rode a motorcycle I’d explode.”

They’d spent their day off doing each other, over and over and over again. 69ing. Eating pussy. Strap-on fucking each other. But mostly dildoing each other with that glorious ten inches of vibrating bitch-taming dildo, but never letting each other climax. Truth was, after so long getting fucked all day and all night as hookers, climaxes didn’t depower them for long. Their shapely sexy bodies needed constant sexual stimulation or they got incredibly horny and frustrated quickly.

“You’re nipples are erect, and I can see your camel toe from here,” Flag Girl said.

“I can’t help it,” Ms Americana said. Her left hand cupped a giant, firm tit as she looked down at her engorged, aching and hyper sensitive nipples, while her right hand cupped her equally aching and tingling twat. Her thongs were wet and slick with her girl juices. “I’m so damned horny. All the time. I’m never not horny anymore.” Absently, her fingers pinched and twisted a nipple through the thin material, as her other hand stroked her needy cunt through the thong bottoms. “If we don’t get my fortune back from Felicity soon. Very soon. I’ll be lost forever. Ms Americana will vanish, and I’ll just hawk my butt on the street day in and day out. And the worst part of it, I’ll be content with it, if not actually happily selling my body on the street.”

“I know,” Flag Girl said, her voice low and vulnerable. “I realized about an hour ago, that I’d really rather be working for Kid right now than being Flag Girl.”

“Exactly. I came to that realization three days ago,” Ms Americana said, feeling her face heat up. So shameful, but still…. “I used to revel in my Ms Americana persona. Being Ms Americana used to be my glory, where I felt I was truly being myself, who I really was. But now, I only feel that way when getting my sexy butt reamed royally.” She forced her hands off her own body, finding herself at the very brink of climax. “So hard.” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for many seconds as she forced her body to calm down. “I may have to retire Ms Americana once this is over and I have my company back. I don’t think I’ll be able to give up sex. I need it too much.”

“I may not be able to give up hooking,” Flag Girl said.

“I understand, but I have a plan. Rest assured, we’ll be all right,” Ms Americana said. She stretched and picked up her star-spangled blue mask, and Flag Girl’s plain blue mask. Stepping up to the mirror next to her sexy protégé, “Here.”

They pressed their masks to their faces, feeling the double-sided tape adhere to their skin. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but it was a reassuring feeling. They felt safe and strong behind their masks. They were no long a couple of lost children, a couple of sleazy hookers, they were American Icons: Ms Americana and Flag Girl. Heroines. SUPER heroines.

“You know what would really feel good right now?” Flag Girl said, smiling mischievously.

“Kicking some miscreants’ butts?”

“Exactly.”

“Let’s go find a crime in progress, and kick butt,” Ms Americana said, grinning. “Then, we’ll pay a little visit to Felicity. We’re going to put the heat on her, and not let up until she surrenders to our will.”

Ms Americana checked their security cameras. Every view showed empty streets outside of their hideout. Flag Girl checked the infrared system, and found only one homeless man. He was passed out behind a dumpster, and didn’t have line of sight with their exit anyway. So they got in the Americana Mobile and hit the garage door opener. Seconds later they were roaring down the deserted street.

“Part of me says we have to keep looking for the Debutante-a-Day Gang, but I really want to figure out how to force Felicity to hand my fortune back over,” Ms Americana said.

“For our own good, our own SANITY, we have to go after Felicity exclusively,” Flag Girl said, and grinned. “And speak of the devil…”

Flag Girl pointed toward a high-end boutique, and Ms Americana’s baby blues widened. Felicity was strutting out of the boutique with a dozen shopping bags. They watched her open the trunk of her new white Mercedes Benz, and then a white van came to a screeching stop next to the evil billionaire babe.

“Holy Sweet Justice! The Debutante-a-Day gang!” Flag Girl cried.

Felicity realized the danger at the same time. She screamed and tried to run away. Two white slavers in all black, with knit ski masks on, jumped out and seized the frantic brunette beauty. A third white slaver then raced out behind the struggling woman, and pressed a white cloth to her face. They dragged her back to the van as Felicity’s struggles began to fade with her mind.

“They got her,” Ms Americana said. Her breathing was shallow, heart racing. “I so want to let them have her, but if she is gone I’ll never get my company back.”

“They’re leaving, Ms A. Follow them.”

Ms Americana hung back enough to avoid being spotted. No one followed better than Ms Americana. She followed them out of Delta City proper, and into one of the suburbs. The white slavers finally pulled into the open bay of a small warehouse in an industrial park, just off the Interstate.

“D.A.D. Import/Export, LTD?” Flag Girl read aloud. She did a double-take and read it again. “Really? That’s bold.”

Ms Americana wondered if the white slavers, deep down, wanted to be caught. Naming their company D.A.D., even if they didn’t come right out and write “Debutante-a-Day” was outrageous, and just rubbed their success in the noses of the super heroines looking for them. And calling it an “Import/Export” business. Please.

“Great Liberty, they are taunting us mightily,” Ms Americana said. “We’ll teach them a lesson in arrogance!”

“Huh?” Flag Girl said.

“Oh, that didn’t come out right, did it?” Ms Americana said, and grinned. “Ooops.”
“Too funny. I know what you meant, Ms A. And I agree, let’s go teach them a PAINFUL lesson,” Flag Girl said.

“But first, we need to scout out the situation,” the vivacious vigilante said. “We’ll take this one slow and easy. Tonight we have an opportunity I doubt we’ll ever see again. Felicity is utterly helpless, and staring into a very frightening future. I’ll bet she’d be willing to give up the Wade Fortune for her freedom. And as a bonus, we get to finally capture the Debutante-a-Day gang. A good night, indeed.”

Ms Americana parked behind a warehouse two blocks away. They took a roundabout path back to the white slavers’ hideout. They circled the building once, checking all the doors. All were tightly locked. Ms Americana was more than strong enough to rip one of the doors open, but that would cause a god-awful amount of noise.

Finally, they jumped up atop the building. It was almost too high for Flag Girl. They found the roof access trapdoor and peeked inside.

“Holy Payback, Ms A,” Flag Girl whispered.

Felicity was below them, bound tightly inside an obscene “rack” at the very back of the warehouse area. Really, it was a contraption built of steel pipes that the white slavers could move around and manipulate the prisoner’s position. Felicity was stripped down to red strappy stilettos and jewelry. Nothing else. They had her dramatically bent over a pipe in the bondage device, with her ankles bound to another pipe lower to the floor, and her wrists bound to yet another pipe in front of her. She was stretched tight, facing down, over the pipe crossing at her hips.

Felicity’s pussy and butt were positioned perfectly for sexual exploitation. And exploiting her they were. One white slaver was standing between her wide spread, bound arms and in her face. Literally. The beautiful brunette was forced to suck his rancid cock, and she didn’t look pleased. Meanwhile, another white slaver was pounding her tight ass with all he had, and he looked to have quite a bit.

“Of course, Jack is getting off in her mouth,” Ms Americana said, scowling down at the leader of the gang. The memories of what his dick tasted like, smelled like and felt like in her own mouth came back unbidden. Those erotic memories of her being helplessly sexually exploited by the below white slavers made her all tingly inside, mouth watering and twat aching sexily. Then she frowned at the man fucking Felicity’s butt, trying hard to drive those unsavory thought from her fertile mind. “I can’t believe Bart Bilbo is still working for them. We’ll have to be extra careful around him and his brother.”

They weren’t all there. Ms Americana wasn’t pleased. Mike and Todd were waiting for their turn with lusty eyes, while Biff Bilbo and Mike were nowhere to be seen. Their van was also missing.

“Mike and Biff must’ve left while we were circling around,” Ms Americana said. She scowled down at them a long moment. “Doesn’t matter. In fact, this way will be easier. We can easily take down those four, and then ambush Mike and Biff when they return. And while waiting we’ll just have little Miss Felicity sign Wade Enterprises back over to Brenda Wade.”

“Sounds like a plan, Ms A,” Flag Girl said, grinning. “It was a tactical mistake splitting up their super powered men like that, and a mistake I’ll enjoy exploiting.”

“Uuuggghhh!” Felicity cried.

The two sexy super heroines smiled. Felicity’s cheeks ballooned out, filled with Jack’s cum. At the same time, Bart began smacking her tight round ass, alternating hands, every few seconds. The loud crack punctuated her sexy grunts and groans, along with her slurps and frantic swallowing sounds. The combination of cum in mouth, and anal stimulation pushed the sexy brunette over the top. Ms Americana savored the look of shock in her big green eyes.

Felicity was forced to lick Jack’s cock and balls absolutely clean. Bart came in her butt during that time, sending her over the top yet again. Then Bart moved around and stepped up to her face, his semi-flaccid cock just inches from her full lips.

“You’ve got to be kidding! That…that…THING was just up my ass!” Felicity cried. “I’m not licking it clean, moron. In fact, I’m totally fed up with the lot of you. Release me this instant or I’ll…” Bart timed it perfectly, and thrust his nasty cock into her mouth and cut off her tirade. “Hhhmmggghhh! Uuugghhhhhh!”

“Lick it pretty, bitch,” Bart said, both hands deep in her long, silky brown hair. “My big, hairy balls need a thorough tongue bath, too.”

“I can’t watch any more,” Ms Americana whispered hoarsely. Her magnificent body came alive while watching Felicity’s misfortune. Sexy memories flooded her mind, energized her body. Lust consumed her, sending her libido into a tailspin. Her belly was quivering, pussy achy and needy, and very, very wet. “I’ll go…umm….I’ll go get the paperwork transferring Wade Enterprises back to Brenda from the trunk.” She glanced back down, seeing Felicity’s long, pink tongue curl around Bart’s long, thick shaft and slide up. “If I watch any more I’ll come and lose all of my pent up frustrations.”

“Can you bring back a cold shower?” Flag Girl whispered, just as hoarsely.

The voluptuous vigilante stood, stretched and headed for the edge of the roof. Ms Americana felt her body starting to calm down almost immediately. It was not happy, either. She felt her frustration intensely, but smiled nonetheless. It meant her super power was intensified and fortified. As bad as if felt, it was very good for her.

Returning to the Americana Mobile, she opened the trunk and pulled out a large manila envelope. It was delivered to Brenda by Angela Grear. Angela had gone over all the paperwork Felicity submitted, and made new documents transferring everything back to Brenda. The trick was getting Felicity to sign and initial everything. Somehow, the sexy super heroine thought Felicity would be quiet eager to give away her stolen fortune for freedom.

“What I’m about to do is not right, or really legal, but it’s no worse than what Felicity did to steal my fortune in the first place,” Ms Americana said, looking at the large envelope in her red gloved hands. “It means I can’t send her to jail or even sue her. The trial could backfire, and I might have to give everything back to her. Can’t have that.”

Ms Americana did not like the thought of Felicity getting away without proper punishment. She idly considered forcing Felicity to sign everything, and then still allowing the white slavers to have her. But if Felicity vanished, and Brenda then submitted the paperwork everyone would think she was responsible. The DA, who was Felicity’s good friend now, would surely investigate and probably put Brenda on trial for her disappearance.

“I’m sure Felicity will commit some other crime in the near future,” Ms Americana said, grinning. “And I’ll be waiting.”

Ms Americana returned to the roof. Flag Girl stepped away from the trap door to allow herself to calm down. So Ms Americana took up the watch. She was surprised to see Felicity hanging limply from the rack. No one was fucking her. So she listened more intently.

“The bitch won’t wake up,” Bart snarled. “Dammit. Some bitches just don’t have the stamina to enjoy properly.”

“Unfortunately, few pampered socialites can last more than half a dozen hard fucks before they pass out,” Jack said, shaking his head. “Now, if you really want a long, wild ride you have to capture a super heroine. Those super sluts will fuck you all day and all night, and then whimper pathetically when you decide to stop and take a nap.”

“Haha! So true,” Bart said. “Biff and I have fucked our fair share of super heroines. They are the best fucks around.”

Ms Americana stiffened, baby blues narrowing. What they said was true, but still. Sometimes the truth hurt more than lies. But what those nasty men thought of as proof of super heroine “sluttiness” was in truth just their superior physiques. They were stronger, with tons more stamina than normal women. So of course they could last longer sexually. It didn’t mean they were whores. At worst, it was their Aphrodite “curse.”

“It’s no fun fucking her if she’s not awake,” Bart said, then yawned. “Might as well hit the sack, and then fuck her first thing in the morning.”

“Yeah,” Jack said, and laughed. “We have to build up her sexual endurance. For our customers’ pleasure, of course.”

“Of course,” Bart, Randy and Todd said, and they all laughed.

Ms Americana scowled at them as the white slavers gathered up their clothes and headed back toward the front of the building. The warehouse area was mostly empty. She could see a dozen plus bondage devices, a few steel cages and lots of empty crates. The wooden crates were long and narrow, the perfect size to ship human cargo within.

The men took their time, but finally disappeared into the small office area up front. When they turned off the lights, Felicity was left within a pool of light cast by a single exposed bulb. The sexy super heroine duo waited until the lights coming from under the office area door were turned off.

“Let’s go have a talk with Felicity” Ms Americana said, holding up the thick envelope.

Ms Americana led the way down the steel ladder, into the warehouse area. They came down next to the south wall, while Felicity was bound by the eastern wall. They walked over and studied her a few minutes.

“How are we going to wake her up if the slavers couldn’t” Flag Girl said.

“Oh. Good point,” Ms Americana said.

Felicity was facing away from them, toward the wall. Ms Americana rubbed her chin as she considered. They had drugs in the car. None were specifically designed to wake up unconscious women, but maybe one of them might.

“We can’t just take her away like that,” Ms Americana said.

They needed the threat of the white slavers to convince Felicity to sign. Ms Americana’s plan was to strike a bargain. They would rescue Felicity AFTER she signed everything back over to Brenda. If she refused to cooperate, then they would just leave her to the white slavers’ tender mercies. And Ms Americana knew she would do it, too. If she lost everything, then it only right that Felicity lost even more. Brenda might have to remain a streetwalker, but Felicity would be a sex slave.

“What if we spank her?” Flag Girl said, indicating some wicked looking paddles hanging on the wall in front of Felicity. There were lots of kinky S&M gear hanging or on shelves along that wall, mostly different kinds of gags and lots and lots of manacles, shackles and other devices for close bondage.

“No. That’ll wake up the white slavers,” Ms Americana said. “We have to be quiet about this.”

“Quite is no fun,” Bart Bilbo said from behind them. “I like to hear super heroines SCREAM.”

“What the…?!?” Ms Americana cried, and whirled around to find Bart, Jack, Randy and Todd leering at them.

“Holy Sneak Attack!” Flag Girl cried.

Unfortunately for the two curvaceous super heroines, the white slavers were ready for them. As soon as they whirled around, two powerful fists were coming up to pound into their chins. Followed by equally brutal punches into their bellies.

“Ooff!” Ms Americana grunted.

“Uuggh,” Flag Girl groaned.

Bart unloaded on Flag Girl, knocking the sexy sidekick off her red booted feet. Flag Girl flew back a few feet and landed flat on her back. And didn’t move. Bart’s super powered punch knocked her out cold, leaving the perky pigtailed blonde spread-eagle on the floor behind Felicity.

“How dare you!” Ms Americana cried, and slammed a powerful punch in the side of Bart’s head. The super strong villain stumbled back with a pained groan. She followed, intent to take out the main threat to her. As strong as she was, Bart was at least as strong, if not more. She was faster, more agile and more cunning.

Bart ducked and dodged, backpedaling all the while. Ms Americana pursued with single-mindedness. He would not escape her wrath.

“You’re a bimbo,” Bart taunted. “An idiot. A fool.”

“I’ll show you who the fool is here,” she snarled, and lashed out with a foot at his legs.

Bart’s legs were kicked out from under him, and he fell hard. Ms Americana was on him in an instant, straddling his chest as she started hammering her red gloved fists into his ugly face.

“Wait…truce,” Bart cried.

“Why should I show you mercy?” she snarled.

“Because my friends already have your fuckable sidekick bound up and stripped,” he said, smirking.

“What?” she said, whipping her head around.

It was true. Flag Girl was bound to a bondage device, facing up. I was made of steel pipes (a theme of that gang) bolted to a thick sheet of plywood. The sexy sidekick was bent over backward over a pipe held horizontally one foot off the wooden base. Her legs were spread shoulder width wide and pulled back under her, with her ankles shackled to the posts holding the bar under her back. Then her arms were pulled behind her, tied together at wrists and elbows and finally pulled her that same bar to finally be locked to the wooden base under her butt. It looked quite uncomfortable, and left her extremely sexually vulnerable. Her red, white and blue top and bottoms were on the floor, with her golden power belt atop them. Randy was probing her bikini waxed blonde twat with a finger while Todd rubbed his hard cock all over her beautiful face. All three slavers had their dicks out, hard and erect.

“Aaagghhh,” Flag Girl cried, her nubile teenage body tensing up. “Mmmmmgghh.”

“Found her sweet spot,” Randy said, and they all leered lustfully down at the hapless heroine.

“Great Liberty! Stop that this instant!” Ms Americana cried, baby blues narrowing.

During that distraction, Bart acted decisively. He had fought Ms Americana numerous times. He knew her strengths and weaknesses. And best of all, he knew the quickest way to neutralize her super strength. Bart quickly and deftly unfastened her power belt.

“Hey?!? No!” Ms Americana cried, feeling the belt pulled off her shapely body. She felt super strength and endurance fade away quickly. “Great Liberty, I’ve been depowered!”

Bart tossed her belt across the warehouse, and rolled her over onto her back. Laying between her widespread legs, Bart leered down at the wild-eyed super heroine.

“I own your sweet round ass now, Americana,” Bart sneered.

“Uugugghhh,” Flag Girl groaned.

Frantic, Ms Americana glanced to the side. She saw Randy slowly pushing his cock into Flag Girl’s twat. Jack was fondling her firm, perky tits, while Todd was forcing the sexy sidekick to deep-throat him upside down. Then Bart ripped off Ms Americana’s strapless top, tossing it aside and regaining her undivided attention.

“This can’t be happening to us,” Ms Americana cried, baby blues wide. Bart laughed, grabbed a fistful of skimpy thongs, and ripped them off her well rounded hips. “I’m the Queen of Justice, a super heroine icon. I can’t lose everything like this. I can’t be sold into white slavery!”

“Um, yes you can,” Bart said, leering down at her. He seized both of her wrists, and pressed them to the floor to either side of her head. “Time for the time honored victory fuck of the sexy, helpless super heroines.”

“Oh no,” she said, baby blues wide as she looked down her busty body, to see his long, thick cock poised half an inch from her glistening pussy lips. “Don’t you dare!”

“Dare what? This?” Bart said, and thrust hard. They both groaned as his thick shaft penetrated, and pushed deep into her tight wetness. “Man, I love fucking you so much.”

Ms Americana’s back arched, her eyes rolled up and she let out a long, shuddering groan. His penetration was incredible. Her spectacular body reacted instinctively, immediately. She totally bypassed the butterflies in the belly stage, and went straight to liquidy hotness.

“Oh. So…big,” she groaned, her long, shapely legs rose straight up, knees locked and then her legs started slowly spreading wider and wider, until she was doing a split on the floor beneath him. “So…hot…so…vulnerable. Oooooooh.”

“Damn. This is a first,” Bart said. “She stopped fighting the second I penetrated. She really, really wants it.”

“You pig,” she whispered. “You are…taking…advantage…of my….weakness. So wrong. Ooooooh, Goddess, help me. So good.”

The super sexy Queen of Justice couldn’t believe it. She felt utterly helpless and weak. Her body WANTED it too much. It was all that hooking she was forced to do for Kid. Too much sex made her needy, and even more vulnerable to sexual exploitation than normal.

“Come for me, baby,” Bart whispered in her ear. Then he stuck his tongue deep into her ear, sending waves of a new pleasure rushing through her body. She gasped, her legs suddenly whipping up and around Bart, pressing him in tighter as she began humping him back. She panted through glossy red lips, just inches from his face. Her hot breath excited him. Her baby blues opened, glazed and bedroom sexy behind the mask. Bart started fucking her harder and faster, pounding into her with all he had. And then he kissed her, hard and demandingly. “Mmm.”

“Uuuugggmmmmm,” Ms Americana moaned, returning his kiss lustfully. “Hmm.”

Ms Americana felt her body change, and the monster climax building within suddenly surged to an explosive end. She understood it could be the orgasm that ended her super heroine career, and began her life as a sex slave.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried, consumed with the ultimate pleasure. Then Bart came, too excited by her fast reactions to hold back. And she came again, “Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Bring her over here, Bart,” Jack said.

“Sure thing, boss,” Bart said. He pulled out, and climbed to his feet. Ms Americana writhed sexily at his feet, her mind jumbled by those two forced climaxes. He dragged her to her stiletto heeled feet, his fingers deeply entwined in her silky soft hair and forced her to bend over double while he walked her over to the other white slavers. “What’s next, boss? I say we gang bang these two super sluts into la la land.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Jack said. He pulled her red gloved hands back behind her back, and handcuffed the vigilante vixen. Then he looked his helpless prisoner over with relish. “Ms Americana is in the perfect position.”

“If you release us and surrender, I think I can get you all reduced sentences,” Ms Americana said, wild-eyed and tugging at the handcuffs.

Bart released her hair, and Jack got a fistful of the silky tresses, forcing her head back. Then Jack thrust his cock into her open mouth. Ms Americana started sucking dutifully. Really, mindlessly. She hadn’t recovered yet. So Bart stepped behind the statuesque beauty, and thrust up her butt hole.

“Uuuuuuuuuggggggggghhh,” Ms Americana groaned. That was too much stimulation. Her body, her MIND, couldn’t handle it. Every thrust up her butt wiped out more and more thoughts, battered her self-esteem and will power to mush. But she continued to suck Jack off, and kept her knees locked as she was butt fucked. Very soon Ms Americana had no other thoughts but fucking and sucking. “Uuuuuggggghh. Hhhmmmm.”

“We have a buyer for you, Ms Ameri-whore,” Jack said with a strained voice, enjoying how she was deep-throating him. “A drug lord in Thailand wants you. Damn, you’ve got real talent. Oh man, this is good. So it’s a good thing you like sucking and fucking so much, and are so damn good at it, because he plans to get his revenge by making you a Bangkok hooker.”

“She’s a natural,” Bart said. “A natural born whore.”

“All super heroines are, my friend, all super heroines are,” Jack said.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried out her climax around Jack’s cock.

“Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Flag Girl cried, consumed by her own massive orgasm. “Forgive me, Ms A! I am TAMED! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhh!”

Bart slammed his cock deep inside her, grabbed her hips and held it there as he emptied himself inside her. Her back arched as she felt another climax rolling down the mountain, and Jack chose that time to balloon her cheeks with cum, too.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried, as Jack shot another load right between her eyes. “I am TAMED!”

“You are a whore,” Jack said viciously.

“I am a whore,” she whispered wearily.

“You are a slut,” he continued.

“I am a slut.”

“You like sex, you need sex, and LOVE sex,” he said.

“I like it, need it, love it.”

“Too much.”

“I love sex too much,” Ms Americana said. “Soooo much.”

“You are a natural born hooker, Ms Americana,” Jack sneered.

“I know,” she said. “I want to go back to work.”

“Back to work?” Bart said.

“Are you going to give me back to Kid?” she said.

“Kid?” Jack said.

“Kid Rotten?” Bart said. “Do you work as a hooker for Kid Rotten?”

“Yes. Can I go back to him now?” She paused, tugged at her handcuffs. “I’ll need fifty dollars, from each of you. Kid doesn’t like it when I give freebees.”

“I think we broke her brain,” Bart said.

“No, we stripped away everything but her true essence,” Jack said. “She’s telling the truth. Ms Americana works as a fucking street whore to pay the bills.”

“Really? I spend a lot of time and money with hookers,” Bart said. He grabbed her hair and bent her head back. Then he grabbed the edge of her mask, and started peeling it off. “Let’s find out which whore she is, shall we?”

Being unmasked was the most terrifying thing a super heroine could imagine. It was their most frightening nightmare. So when Bart started to pull off her mask, Ms Americana’s mind snapped back to life. Unfortunately, it was too late for the curvaceous super heroine.

“Oh my fucking God,” Jack said, wide-eyed. “Brenda fucking Wade? Brenda Wade is Ms Americana? No fucking way!”

“What?” Bart said, gawking at that familiar face. “Too fucking cool. We took out Ms Americana and Brenda Wade in one fell swoop. Yes!”

“Goddess help me, this is going from bad to worse,” Ms Americana groaned. “I’ve been captured by white slavers, de-powered and unmasked. I’m utterly under their power now.”

“Hey, can we swap?” Randy said. “Todd and I have both fucked Flag Girl, and now we want to fuck Ms Americana.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Jack said. He shoved Ms Americana into Randy’s arms, and knelt before Flag Girl’s vulnerable pussy. She looked so sexy bent over backwards and tightly bound into position. Jack grabbed hold of her firm, young tits as he slowly pushed his stiff shaft into her throbbing, sopping wet twat. “Oh yeah. Good stuff.”

“Hey, Flag Ho, enjoy the taste of Ms A-hole’s ass hole,” Bart sneered, and pushed his nasty cock into Flag Girl’s mouth.

“Uuugggghhhhh!” Flag Girl screamed around his cock, eyes wide in shock.

“Dude, that is so rude,” Jack said, laughing. “So nasty.”

Ms Americana was forced to her knees. Randy started rubbing his sticky cock all over her now unmasked face, while Todd came up behind her and started fingering her butt hole. The vanquished vigilante thrust out her butt, and opened wide to receive the other cock. Randy laughed and fed her his dick, which she dutifully swallowed all the way down, and started deep-throating him.

“Man, this is one cock hungry super whore,” Randy gasped out. “Wow. She is the best!”

“Uuuggghh,” Ms Americana grunted, but kept deep throating Randy, when Todd pushed his cock up her butt. Slurp. “Mmmmmmmmggghhhh.” Slurp. Gluk. Glug. Ssssslurp. Sssslurp. “Mmmmmm. Ngh. Ugh. Hmmmmm.”

“I love the sound of super heroine submission,” Jack said. “All that slurping, and gulping, and soft feminine grunts and groans, sounds like victory.”