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 18

Ms Americana’s baby blues fluttered open. Her entire body ached. She tried to move, but couldn’t.

“Wh-what’s going on?” she muttered wearily. She was upright, with something very long and thick thrust up her twat, and another up her butt. Her feet were off the floor, and ankles tightly bound shoulder width apart. Her wrists were bond behind her back to a steel pole, which her throat encircled by a steel collar that was fastened to the top of that pole. All she wore were her tiara, choker, gloves and boots. “What happened?”

Cutting her eyes to the left, she spotted Flag Girl just two feet over and in the exact same predicament. Then looking forward, she saw the rest of their costumes nailed to the wall. Worse, their power belts were cut into four pieces each, and nailed to the wall.

“They destroyed our power belts!”

Her blood ran cold. It would take six months to create new power belts, and the only company that made them was the company Felicity stole from her.

“Felicity?” she said, remembering more of the previous night. “They have Felicity, too.”

“Not for long,” Jack said, walking up. “She’s been sold, and is being crated up as we speak.”

Ms Americana cut her eyes right, and saw Felicity stretched out naked in a long wooden crate. Her legs were bound at ankles and knees, and her wrists bound behind her back. A clear plastic breathing mask covered her nose and mouth, with the tube running up to a small canister next to her head. Felicity’s eyes were rolled up, and she was in la la land.

She watched as Todd and Randy placed a lid on the crate, and started nailing it shut.

“UPS will be here soon, and another rich bitch will be where she belongs,” Jack said.

“Good. That bitch stole my fortune,” Ms Americana said. “Serves her right.”

“Her fate is still going to be better than yours, Americana Wade,” Bart said, stepping up and starting to fondle her naked 38Gs. “She’s sold to a Middle Eastern tycoon, to be a harem sex slave. You, on the other hand, will become a Bangkok whore. Better learn how to proposition johns there. Love you long time, ten dollar. Or, love you short time, five dollar.”

The white slavers all started laughing.

“What about me?” Flag Girl said.

“Ah, the little sidekick is awake, too,” Bart said. “You are sold to a mafia brothel in Las Vegas, baby.”

“Speaking of…,” Jack said, indicating two empty crates. “Box them up, boys.”

Bart and Jack unfastened Flag Girl. She was too weak and weary to put up any fight. They half dragged her to the crate. Bart held her, and Jack chloroformed her unconscious as Ms Americana watched in dismal dismay. This was how it would all end. Seemed to unfair.

Flag Girl was tied up the same as Felicity, placed in a crate, and they put the gas mask on her and turned on the canister. Then Randy and Todd nailed a lid on the crate, sealing her fate.

“This is so wrong,” Ms Americana whispered as they unfastened her ankles and wrists, and finally unfastened the collar around her throat. Bart used his super strength to lift her off the two ten-inch hard rubber dildos up her cunt and ass, then set her on wobbly legs between him and Jack. “You might have defeated Flag Girl and I, but we will be avenged by our sister super heroines. Mark my words.”

“Yeah, I will mark them down as most idiotic last words,” Jack said. He pressed a chloroform soaked cloth to her beautiful face. “When you wake up, you’ll be in Thailand. Have fun.”

As that insidious cloth was pressed over her nose and mouth, Ms Americana panicked. Without thought, she twisted and ducked away, surprising her captors enough to break free of their grasp. Spinning around, she backhanded Todd, then kicked Randy in the nuts. As they fell away, she thrust kicked Jack in the back and forced him to crash into Bart. Both men fell to the floor.

Ms Americana understood Bart was the biggest threat. Greater by far than all of the other white slavers combined. So she kicked Bart in the chin, three times, until the passed out. Then she picked up a hammer, and whacked Jack in the head, before charging Todd and Randy.

It all happened so fast, the last to white slavers hadn’t recovered from her initial attack, so she laid them out easily.

“Ha! Fools, when will you learn you can’t keep a good woman down?” Ms Americana declared, striking a super heroine pose for a second. Then she hurried over to Flag Girl’s crate. “Hang on, my protégé. I’ll have you out in a second.”

It took a little more than a second, but soon the sexy sidekick was out of the crate and being revived. Once Flag Girl was back to her senses, they tied up the white slavers. Then they pulled their costumes off the wall, and managed to get them back on. Flag Girl’s costume wasn’t damaged, except for the nail holes. But Ms Americana’s thong was broken at both hips, so she had to tie them off. Even their masks had nail holes.

“I can’t believe they destroyed our power belts, Ms A,” Flag Girl said. They didn’t even bother taking them off the wall. It wasn’t worth the time or effort. “We are permanently de-powered now.”

“Not really,” Ms Americana said, grinning. She walked over to a side table, and picked up the envelope containing the paper work to return her fortune. “After we make Felicity sign this, I can have us new power belts in six months.”

“Cool beans,” Flag Girl said, grinning. “Should we take care of Felicity first, or the white slavers?”

Ms Americana really, really wanted to get Felicity to sign that packet of papers, but the white slavers KNEW their secret identities. That was the biggest worry, and the one they had to resolve first and foremost. Otherwise nothing else mattered.

So she sent Flag Girl to the car to get the kit of memory drugs, while she started opening Felicity’s crate. Flag Girl was back in just minutes, panting slightly. She ran the whole way there and back. The white slavers had all awakened, and were struggling in their bonds.

“What can I say? I’m eager to end this ordeal once and for all,” the sexy sidekick said, shrugging.

“We’ll start with Bart,” Ms Americana said. “He has super strength, so is most likely to break free and escape.”

With two of them, it went much faster. Ms Americana started injecting them with that wonderful cocktail of drugs on one end of the line, and Flag Girl started on the other. Soon, the men were all in la la land, and they started stripping away the last seventy-two hours of their memories. They only needed to do the last twelve, but super heroines are all a bunch of overachievers. They overdo everything.

“There. Done,” Ms Americana said, smiling with satisfaction. The white slavers were all tied hand and foot, with chloroform clothes taped over their mouths and noses. “And after we deal with Little Miss Felonious Felicity, we can turn the Debutante-a-Day Gang over to the police. I good night’s work, I’d say.”

“The best, Ms A. We get the glory, and the bad guys don’t remember their short lived victory over us,” Flag Girl said, grinning. “For once they won’t be able to embarrass us in front of the police with nasty stories of our forced climaxes. Eww, I hate it when the bad guys do that.”

“I know. It so diminishes our victory,” Ms Americana said. She heard soft moaning, and glanced over to see Felicity starting to wake up. She was still bound tightly in the crate. “But not this time. Now, let’s deal with Felicity so we can call the police.”

“Where am I? What happened?” Felicity said as the two super heroines pulled her out of the crate. “Ms Americana? Flag Girl? What are you doing…Hey, I’m tied up.”

“Don’t you recall being captured by the Debutante-a-Day Gang?” Flag Girl said.

“Oh. Oh, my, yes. They did bad things to me. Such big….um, I mean, thanks for saving me,” Felicity said, then looked down at the crate she was still standing in. “What was happening? Why am I in a crate?”

“They were shipping out to your buyer in the Middle East,” Ms Americana said. “But we stopped them, and saved you.” She smiled with wicked delight. “So you could sign some papers for us.”

“Papers?”

“Returning Brenda Wade’s fortune to her,” Flag Girl said.

“Hell no! It’s mine,” she said, eyes flashing hotly. “That bitch stole my family fortune, so I’m just taking it back. It’s justice, and that you should understand.”

“No, it’s a crime, and you will either give her fortune back, or we leave you here all tied up,” Ms Americana said. “And we untie the white slavers, and leave. They will ship your lousy thieving butt into white slavery. So, you can walk away from sexual slavery and the Wade fortune, or lose your freedom, dignity and the fortune. What will it be?”

“If you chose to give the fortune back, then you’ll be free to make your own fortune,” Flag Girl said encouragingly. “I heard that you are pretty smart, and very ambitious. I think you could make an honest fortune pretty easily.”

“True,” Felicity said reluctantly, eyeing the unconscious white slavers with fear. “But it is so wrong that Brenda gets everything back! Where’s the justice, Ms Queen of Justice?”

“Don’t you think you have already accomplished your goal?” Ms Americana said, throat tight at her current thoughts, the memories rushing through her mind. “You outwitted Brenda Wade. You tossed her out into the street, and watched as she was forced to become a prostitute, a streetwalker. Her sterling reputation is forever stained. She will forever be diminished, never to regain her former status and power.”

“It still burns my butt to give her anything,” Felicity snarled. But then Bart groaned and stirred. Fear blossomed in her pretty face. “Okay. Okay. I’ll sign anything to get away from THEM.”

“Good choice, Felicity,” Ms Americana said.

They quickly untied Felicity, and helped her over to a side table. Ms Americana set the stack of paperwork before Felicity, and handed her a pen.

“Sign by the red arrows, and initial by the yellow arrows.”

It took a while. The stack of papers was pretty thick.

“There. Happy?” Felicity said petulantly.

“Very,” Ms Americana said, gathering up the paperwork and stuffing it back into the large envelope. She handed Felicity an airline ticket to the West Coast. One way. “I suggest you get dressed and go straight to the airport, and leave town.”

As Felicity began dressing, Ms Americana and Flag Girl turned back to the sleeping white slavers and struck sexy super heroine poses. It was a beautiful sight to their eyes seeing the white slavers in that all too familiar predicament. Usually it was the poor, hapless young women in the slavers ropes. Too often it was the sexy super heroines.

“Ah, a true reversal of fortunes, heh Flag Girl?” Ms Americana said, smirking.

“Yes, victory feels good,” Flag Girl said.

“Yeah?” Felicity said from behind them. “Feel this.”

The beautiful brunette was dressed, with a crowbar in her hands. She walloped Ms Americana in the back of the head. But Flag Girl ducked, and was only grazed. As the shapely sidekick dropped to one knee, shaking her head, Felicity lifted the crowbar to finish Flag Girl off. But the bay door suddenly started to open.

“The other slavers are back,” Flag Girl said, gawking at the rising bay door.

“Oh shit,” Felicity cried, dropping the crowbar and yanking the packet of paperwork out of Ms Americana’s slack hands. “Oops, looks like another reversal of fortunes, heh Flag Girl?”

Felicity raced to a back door, and was gone. Flag Girl looked between the open back door, the rising bay door, and her unconscious mentor. The beautiful sidekick grabbed their kit of drugs, and pulled out some smelling salts. She broke a capsule under Ms Americana’s nose. The voluptuous vigilante’s baby blues instantly opened, and she rolled away with a cry of disgust. “Ewww.”

“Ms A! We have to hurry and get away,” Flag Girl said, rushing to her mentor and hauling her to her stiletto booted feet. “Biff and Mike are back!”

“Where’s the paperwork?”

“Felicity stole it.”

“Oh no,” Ms Americana said, still shaking her head. “That’s bad.”

“OH! It just got worse!” Flag Girl said, seeing Biff spot them, then get out of the van.

Ms Americana turned to the van just as Biff blurred away as he used his super speed to charge them. Before either super heroine realized the full scope of their danger, he was there and swinging a brutal uppercut into Ms Americana’s chin.

“Ugh!” Ms Americana cried, spun around as her arms flew wide. She fell face first into Bart’s crouch. Unconscious.

“Ms A!” Flag Girl cried, stepping toward the unconscious super heroine.

“Not so fast, Slave Girl,” Biff sneered, and blurred in another charge. He zipped around her, and pounded a fist in her ribs, then blurred away again. He reappeared on her other side, and smashed another fist into her belly, doubling Flag Girl up. Then he shoved her back into Mike’s waiting arms. “Have fun, bro. I’m going to fuck Ms Sweet Ass over there.”

“What about Jack and the others?” Mike said.

Biff glanced at them and shrugged. “Bro, they spent the entire night fucking these two, while we sat out on a stake out of that rich bimbo’s house for nothing. Don’t you remember how they called up every fifteen minutes to tell us graphic details of what they were doing to them?”

“Yeah. I remember,” Mike said, scowling. “Hey, dudes, we just butt fucked Ms Americana. Hey, dudes, we just titty fucked Flag Girl. Hey, dudes, we just unmasked them, and now we’re fucking Brenda Wade and her daughter, Lydia. God, that pissed me off big time!”

“They told you who we are?” Flag Girl gasped out. “Oh no! We wiped their minds with memory drugs for nothing!”

“You did what?” Biff said. “Dammit. You had no right…wait. That means they fucked you two all night long, and don’t remember it?”

“Yes.”

“Fucking A all right. Serves them right,” Biff said, laughing. He picked up the kit of drugs and rifled through it a moment. “Teach them to taunt us over the phone.”

“Don’t expect us to return the favor,” Mike said. “We want you to remember all of this. Ha ha ha!”

“And since we destroyed your power belts, you are both de-powered forever,” Biff said. “Let’s start fucking, bro.”

“Hell yes!”

“Oh!” Flag Girl cried, as her top was ripped off her body. Then Mike yanked her short-shorts down her long, shapely legs. Her body, already so thoroughly fucked and tamed, began quaking and trembling with need, her twat achy and burning. Her legs gave out, and she slowly dropped to her knees with a groan of misery and defeat. Mike laughed and pulled out his dick. “Please. I can’t take any more.”

“Say hello to my little friend, Flag Whore,” he sneered. “Open wide.”

Flag Girl stared at his hard cock a long second, her body starting to tremble as her throat tightened and liquid heat infused her curvaceous body. She understood immediately that she’d hadn’t recovered from her taming. She so wanted to touch his cock, to nuzzle it, lick it, suck it.

“So wrong,” Flag Girl whispered in a sexy, husky bedroom voice. “Forgive me, Ms A, but they’ve fucked the fight out of me.”

So with wide eyes, the sexy teen crime fighter wrapped her blue gloved left hand around the base of his shaft, and tickled the rubbery head with the tip of her tongue. Then she nuzzled it, rubbed it all over her beautiful face, and finally opened wide and swallowed Mike’s cock.

“Mmmmmmm. Ngh. Uummmmmm.”

He tasted divine. She so loved the feel of man in her mouth. The smell of cock made her horny. Within seconds she felt that wonderful feeling of bliss, quickly followed by the birth of a new orgasm starting to build within her.

“Man, they totally tamed Flag Girl last night,” Mike said. “I’ve tamed enough super heroines to recognize the signs.”

He loved how she deep throated him, and gulped on his cock just right. Someone had to train her to do that. Probably a pimp. Mike was odd, in that he always preferred the sexy sidekicks to the super heroine mentors. The sight of her perky tits bouncing as her head bobbed up and down his shaft, curly blonde pigtails flouncing about, pushed all his buttons.

“Ggh. Ngh.” Slurp. Gulp. Sssslurp. “Hhmmm. Ngh.”

“Yeah, she’s tamed,” Biff sneered, watching Flag Girl suck cock. Then he turned to Ms Americana, starting to stir and groan. “Bet she’s just as tamed.”

Biff stepped up behind the sexy super heroine as her sweet round butt rose up in the air as she moaned and groaned, red gloved fingers starting to paw at the floor. He laughed, ripped her thongs off again, took the time to totally shred them, then dropped to his knees behind her before pulling out his cock.

“Time to stick a cock in her,” Biff said. “I think this turkey is ready.”

Biff grabbed her naked butt cheeks, spread them wide and admired her bubblegum pink pussy lips, glistening wetly. He pushed his cock head between them, and thrust in deeply. Ms Americana’s spectacular body tensed up, back arching.

“Uuugugggh, Goddess. Not…a…gain…..Ooooooooh,” Ms Americana groaned out. “Oh, so…big…..so…..ooohhhh.”

The titanic titted super heroine woke up to find her spectacular body already fired up, filling with liquidy heat and pussy aching and trembling. Breathing was hard, so she was panting in sync with Biff’s hard, deep thrusts. She pushed up off the ground, so that she was on all fours before her ravisher.

“Speaking of big,” Biff said, reached down and removed her strapless top.

Ms Americana groaned sensually as she felt her 38Gs spill out. They felt great once freed, and the feel of them swinging below her was awesome. When Biff started fondling her, pulling on her sensitive nipples, rolling them between fingers, squeezing, bouncing, totally enjoying her monster rack, Ms Americana arched her back and groaned. But what really drove her wild was his fat cock deep inside her twat, stroking her into sexual bliss.

“Oh Goddess, he’s got a massive bitch tamer,” she gasped out, feeling a super powered orgasm building fast. Her baby blues widened, knowing she was about to get tamed. “He’s too good….too big to resist. So…..big.”

“Big, and FAST,” Biff said, laughed, and used his super speed to start humping her.

Ms Americana tensed up, back bending painfully back as she stared off in shock. He was like a vibrator within her. No super heroine could resist a vibrator. In less than thirty seconds her voluptuous body exploded with orgasm.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she cried, forced to climax. His one hundred strokes a minute rate was too much for the poor super heroine to handle. Her climaxes came fast and furious, nonstop. “Aaaaaaagghhhhh! Oh, aaagghhhhh! Uugggghhhh! Please, mercy…Aaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhh! Oh Goddess….Aaaaaaagghhh….I…..Aaaaaaaaggghhh….am….uuuggghhhh…TAMED!”

Mike creamed Flag Girl’s mouth, and then forced her to all fours. Biff turned Ms Americana around, so that the two sexy vigilantes were face-to-face. Mike knelt behind Flag Girl and slowly pushed his hard cock up her butt hole.

“Aaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhh,” Flag Girl cried.

“Uuuggghhhhh,” Ms Americana said as Biff forced his cock up her butt.

Within seconds both women were panting hard and fast. Ms Americana’s eyes finally focused in on Flag Girl’s slightly parted, glossy red lips. Her hot breath was hit her in the face.

“Your….breath…smells….like….cum,” Ms Americana said, then tilted her head and pressed her lips to Flag Girls. “Mmmmmm.”

“Mmmmm,” Flag Girl groaned, returning the kiss.

“Hot damn, they’re making out like sex starved minxes,” Biff said, and laughed.

“We didn’t even have to make them do it,” Mike said. “They are such total sluts.”

They continued to bang their beautiful heroines’ butts a few minutes, as they watched them kissing.

“We should be filming this,” Mike said. “We could make a bundle selling this video.”

“We have cameras, bro,” Biff said. He glanced back at their comrades in crime, all unconscious and under chloroform. No help there. They would have to do it themselves, and that meant they had to stop fucking the hapless heroines for a few minutes. That sucked, but had to be done. “Let’s set it up fast.”

“What about these two?” Mike said.

“Ms All-American Slut and lil Lesbo Girl are too consumed with each other to be a problem,” he said, grinning.

The second they both pulled out, Ms Americana and Flag Girl rose up on their knees, pressing together as their arms wrapped around each other. Biff and Mike grinned as they watched the sexy duo fondling, caressing and thoroughly enjoying each others’ bodies.

The two while slavers kept a close eye on the moaning and groaning super heroines as they set up four cameras. Two cameras were for close-ups.

While the white slavers were setting up and starting to film them, Ms Americana and Flag Girl were lost in lesbian lust. All of their pent up, taboo feelings for each other exploded. As her full red lips slid sexily all around her perky protégé’s firm young lips, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, Ms Americana’s hands roamed all over Flag Girl’s nineteen year old body.

“I love you so much,” Flag Girl whispered in her sexy bedroom voice. “I’ve wanted this so long.”

“These last moments with you, like this, makes all the torments to come bearable,” Ms Americana said. “I love you, Lydia. I wish it could be like this forever.”

“It can,” she whispered, then kissed her ear. “If we escape, Brenda, we can be together forever.”

Brenda considered it. Really, she was so thoroughly tamed she hadn’t thought of escaping. But now she had a reason. They would have to move to another city, and probably take up lives as hookers.

“We’d have to be hookers,” Ms Americana whispered. She cupped Flag Girl’s left tit, and gave the nipple a firm lick. We could make love to each other all day, and fuck men for money all night.”

“Sounds like a perfect life,” Flag Girl said.

Since Mike and Biff knew their true identities, they would have to go into hiding. Probably they’d have to alter their appearances, too. Ms Americana envisioned Lydia as a black-haired Goth girl, and her as a platinum blonde.

They quietly plotted and planned as they continued to make out hot and heavy. Biff and Mike filmed them for a good hour, then forced them to kneel side-by-side in the middle of the cameras. Both women were shiny with sweat. Ms Americana’s waist length black hair was tousled and half covered her face. Flag Girl wasn’t much better off, with one pigtail come loose.

“What now?” Ms Americana said, panting from all her intense loveplay with Flag Girl.

“We’re going to unmask you on camera,” Biff said, leering down at them.

“Oooh, big drama moment, heh?” Ms Americana said, scowling up at him.

“Something like that.”

“I don’t think so,” she said, and pulled off her own mask. Flag Girl did the same. “Oops, did we spoil your moment?”

“What the hell?” Biff said. “I thought…”

He didn’t have time to finish that thought. The sexy super heroines saw the two white slavers were discombobulated. They had the element of surprise. So as one they surged to their red booted feet, and kicked straight up into Mike and Biff’s chins. Both men fell straight back. They were unconscious before they hit the floor.

“We knocked them out?” Flag Girl said.

“I didn’t expect that,” Ms Americana said. “Wow, even without our power belts we are AWESOME.”

“Hey! Ms A, we can wipe their minds and destroy the tapes,” Flag Girl said.

“You’re right. Our secret will be safe,” Ms Americana said. “We might not have to go into hiding. You destroy the cameras and tapes. I’ll wipe Biff’s and Mike’s minds.”

“And then what?”

“And then we go find Felicity, retrieve all those signed papers and MAKE her give my fortune back,” Ms Americana snarled.

“Oh. So we’re not going to run off and be lesbian lovers and hookers?”

“Why not be RICH lesbian lovers?” Ms Americana said, giving her sexy sidekick a sultry smile. “And doing a little hooking on the side, just for fun.”

“Oooh. I like it,” Flag Girl said. “Rich means we wear the finest in feminine footwear.”

“Mmmm, designer shoes,” Ms Americana said, and they both laughed. “Let’s get to work.”

They put their masks back on. Both super heroines’ costumes were destroyed, so they forsook dressing further. They had spare costumes in the car. While Flag Girl smashed all of the camera equipment, Ms Americana dragged Mike and Biff over beside the other white slavers. Then she retrieved the kit holding her memory erasing drugs. Soon both men were injected and she went to work on them.

“Well, that’s done,” Ms Americana said. She looked around. “Where’s the chloroform?”

“In that bottle right there,” Flag Girl said.

“It’s empty,” Ms Americana said. She started towards the offices. “There has to be more. These vile white slavers use gallons of that nasty stuff.”

Flag Girl followed her, and the two of them started going through the offices room by room. It took a good ten minutes, but they found what they were looking for. Three cases of chloroform.

“Wow. That’s more chloroform than I ever want to see again,” Flag Girl said.

A crashing sound echoed from the warehouse area. Ms Americana’s heart skipped a beat.

“Oh Goddess! How could I be such a fool?” Ms Americana said. “I never tied Biff and Mike up.”

“Let’s get them!” Jack yelled.

“They’re all free and coming for us,” Flag Girl said.

“Um,” Ms Americana said, mind running through all of the scenarios. How would they, now depowered, fight two super powered men? “I think the Debutante-a-Day Gang can be dealt with at another time. Our first priority is to find Felicity and force her to return my fortune.”

“Let’s go!”

The two super stacked super heroines ran out the front door, heading for their car as fast as their stiletto booted feet would take them. Soon the white slavers burst out of the hideout and gave chase.

“They’re too fast, Ms A,” Flag Girl gasped. Neither was used to running all out without their power belts. Fatigue was quickly wrapping its icy grip around them, ripping away their stamina. “They’ll catch us before we reach the car.”

“Wait! Where is Biff?” Ms Americana said.

“In front of you,” Biff said. “Duh. I’m super fast.”

He swung at Ms Americana. She ducked and punched him in the belly, doubling him up. Flag Girl stepped behind him, put her foot on his butt and kicked him straight into his brother. Bart and Biff fell and tripped the others behind them.

“Run!” Ms Americana cried. “I’ll hold them. You go get the car and come back for me.”

Mike was the first to disentangle himself from the pile, and charge Ms Americana. She kicked at his head. He ducked and punched her in the side. She cried out in unaccustomed pain, and backhanded him. Then Biff was in front of her.

“I’m back,” he said, and kneed her in the cunt. She doubled up, both hands clutching her abused pussy. Biff grabbed a fistful of silky black hair and forced her head back, so he could look into her pain filled baby blues. “Arrogant bitch. You thought you could take on all of us? You can’t even handle me.”

“I’ll show you,” Ms Americana snarled, stood up straight and cocked her right arm back for a powerful punch. Instead, Bart grabbed that wrist and twisted it behind her back. “Hey! Oh! Ouch! Great Liberty, don’t break my arm!”

“Good job, bro,” Bart said. “I have her under control. You are the only one fast enough to catch Flag Bitch. Go get her.”

“No! Flag Girl, run!”

Biff vanished in a blur.

“Hello Ms A-hole,” Jack said. He leered at her naked tits. “Let’s have some fun.”

“What are you doing?” Ms Americana said. Jack punched her left tit, then gave the left a hard uppercut. “OUCH! Not my beautiful breasts! They are too sensitive.”

“Perfect,” Jack sneered. “Line up, boys. We’re all going to practice on the speed bag, using Ms Americana’s jiggly jugs instead.”

“Uuuggghhh,” Ms Americana cried, as the white slavers lined up behind Jack and he started pounding her titanic tits with fast, hard punches.

Meanwhile, Flag Girl was within sight of the red, white and blue Americana Mobile when something zipped past her. A second later, Biff stopped next to the driver’s door and grinned at her.

“Looking for something, BJ Girl?”

“Oh,” she said, slowing down but still moving toward the car. Escaping in the car was her only hope. “Get out of my way, Biff. I’ll hurt you if I have to.”

“Oh, you’re funny. Know what’s really funny?” Biff said. He wiggled his brows at her. “Ms Americana getting titty whacked as we speak.”

“What?”

“I caught her, and Bart is now holding her tightly while all the others take turns beating her fat tits to mush,” he said. “They won’t stop until I return with you. If you really want to help your mentor, I suggest you surrender right now and come with me.”

Flag Girl paused, listening. In the background she heard a sound that tore at her heart. It was the sound of Ms Americana grunting in pain. Men were laughing. It was all bad. Her shoulders slumped, as every possible scenario played out in her mind’s eye.

“Wise decision, Bimbo Girl,” Biff said and laughed. He grabbed her left upper arm. “Let’s go.”

“I have a better idea,” Flag Girl said. “Eat shit and die.”

Flag Girl brought her knee up into Biff’s balls. He gasped, eyes wide, and fell to his knees. She walked away, stilettos clacking loudly, as Biff began puking up his guts. Flag Girl got into the car, started it and peeled out. She raced back to her mentor.

Seeing the white slavers abusing her beloved Brenda, she floored it and steered right at them. The white slavers scattered, leaving Ms Americana staggering alone. So Flag Girl spun the wheel and hit the brakes. The Americana Mobile slid right up beside Ms Americana.

“Get in, Ms A!”

Once Ms Americana was in the passenger seat, Flag Girl hit the gas and tried to run over first Bart, then Mike. She missed, but laughed as they scrambled desperately out of the way. She came within inches of hitting Mike.

“Let’s find Felicity,” Ms Americana said, eyes closed and head leaned back against the head rest as she massaged her brutalized titties. “She’s on foot, so couldn’t have gone far.”

“After we deal with Felicity, I’m going to dedicate every minute of my existence to catching the Debutante-a-Day Gang. They will get what they so richly deserve. This Ms Americana declares!”