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 19

“Dammit,” Flag Girl growled, big blue eyes narrowing as she glanced in the rearview window. “We’re being followed.”

“There’s Felicity,” Ms Americana cried, pointing. “I saw her duck into that alley.”

“It’s a white van behind us,” Flag Girl said.

“Dammit. The Debutante-a-Day Gang,” Ms Americana snarled, baby blues narrowing as she turned to look back. “Keep going past the alley. We have to shake the white slavers, then double back for Felicity.”

So Flag Girl hit the gas, and roared past the alley. Ms Americana pushed a button on the dash, and thick black smoke filled the air behind the Americana Mobile. Flag Girl turned either left or right at every intersection, until five minutes went by without any sighting of the pursuing white slavers.

“We did it, Ms Americana,” Flag Girl gushed.

“Yes we did,” the voluptuous vigilante said, smirking. “Left them in a cloud of smoke. Literally.”

Flag Girl turned at the next intersection and headed back to the area they last spotted Felicity. It only took a few minutes to find her, now walking, too tired to run any more.

“There she is,” Ms Americana said.

They were coming up the street behind her. She was walking down the sidewalk, next to the curb with her thumb out. As Flag Girl skidded to a stop beside her, Ms Americana opened her door and smashed the usurper.

“Ugh!” Felicity cried, crashing face first into the ground. Ms Americana was out of the car, and yanking her up by her hair in seconds flat. Then she threw Felicity up against a brick wall. “Agh!”

“You can run, but you can’t escape Ms Americana and Flag Girl,” she sneered. She ripped the packet of signed papers from Felicity’s grasp. “These belong to me. You’re time is up, Felicity.”

“Ms Americana, the white slavers!” Flag Girl cried.

“Huh? No!”

“Ha,” Felicity said. “If I lose it all, at least I take you with me.”

She twisted out of Ms Americana’s grasp, while the sexy super heroine was gawking at the approaching van. Felicity kicked the shapely super heroine in the knee, and yanked the packet away.

“Give that back,” she cried, reaching for Felicity.

The van came to a skidding stop, and Biff jumped out. Ms Americana forgot about Felicity as Biff blurred out of sight. She jumped threw all caution to the wind, and swung a powerful punch at the point she expected Biff to appear. And she was correct.

“Ugh,” Biff cried, knocked off his feet.

“Ack!” Felicity cried.

“Got her,” Flag Girl shouted joyfully.

Ms Americana noticed all of the white slavers were charging them, faces full of rage. Then Flag Girl grabbed the back of Felicity’s head, and bashed the pretty brunette’s head in the driver’s side front fender. Felicity collapsed at the sexy sidekick’s feet.

Jack, Randy and Bart attacked Ms Americana, while Mike and Todd went after Flag Girl. The Queen of Justice sent a flying roundhouse at Bart’s head. He ducked and dodged away, leaving only Jack and Randy. So when she landed from the flying kick, she dropped to the ground and rolled through Jack’s legs. He crashed head first to the ground, and lay groaning. Randy plowed into her as she tried to regain her feet.

“Ugh. Pig,” Ms Americana growled, feeling one of his hands painfully clutching her left tit. He kneed her in the butt as his other hand jerked her head back by her long, black hair. She twisted violently, slamming an elbow into his jaw. It was enough to stun him a second, allowing her to break free of his grasp. But Bart was waiting with a powerful uppercut swung at her chin.

“I’m going to break you, Ameri-bitch,” Bart said through clenched teeth. “You’ll be sorry you tied me up and chloroformed me like some stinking sex slave.”

“Serves you right,” she said, dropping to one knee and punching him in the balls.

“Help!” Flag Girl cried.

Ms Americana jumped to her red booted feet, as Jack and Randy closed in on her from two sides. She spotted Flag Girl in the middle of the street, with Todd holding her arms behind her back while Mike grabbed her above the knees, lifted and spread her legs. As the Queen of Justice gawked, Mike mounted her perky protégé. Flag Girl groaned wantonly, back arching and head rolling back.

“Hold on, Flag Girl, I’m coming…ugh!” Ms Americana cried, but distracted enough to forget about Jack and Randy. They each grabbed an arm, and held on tightly. “Let go of me, you imbeciles!”

“I don’t think so, Americana,” Jack snarled. “We’re not going to take any chances with your slippery ass. Bart, stop being a baby and fetch the chloroform.”

“I got it,” Biff said, zipping to the van. A second later, he had a brown bottle and white clothe. He and Ms Americana locked eyes, hers filled with horror. “Sleepy time.”

“Buh-bye, suckers!” Felicity cried. She jumped behind the wheel of the Americana Mobile, and peeled out.

Everyone, heroine and slavers alike, just stared after the Americana Mobile speeding away. The titanic titted super heroine recovered first, twisting free of Randy’s grasp. He rabbit punched Jack and was free. Ducking under Randy’s clumsy attempt to grab her, she punched him in the ribs and kicked Bart in the face as he was slowly rising, still clutching his abused nuts.

“Gotcha,” Biff said, appearing behind her and clamping the chloroform soaked pad over her mouth and nose.

Ms Americana caught a healthy “whiff” of chloroform before she held her breath. It hit her hard, sending her mind to spinning. Sleepy gases always did her a number. But by focusing, and all consuming desperation, she broke free by stomping on his foot, elbowing him in the ribs and twisting away all at the same time.

“Great Liberty. It’s just keeps getting worse and worse,” she said, stumbling away and finding herself back against a wall.

Biff and Bart were marching towards her, blood in their eyes. Suddenly, Biff blurred towards her with his fist cocked. She ducked.

“Yeow!” Biff cried, his fist smashed into the brick wall.

“I got her, bro!” Bart cried, charging Ms Americana. He threw a powerful punch at her face. The sexy super heroine grabbed his brother and dodged to the side, dragging Biff into his super-powered punch. “Oh! Sorry, bro.”

“I’m not,” Ms Americana snarled, kneeing Bart in the stomach, then grabbing his hair and smashing his face into the brick wall. “About time YOU suffered some abuse, miscreant.”

“As should you,” Jack said, grabbing her hair and smashing her face into the same wall.

“Oooohh,” she groaned as she dropped to her knees.

“Fucking A right,” Randy said, jerked her head back by her hair, and pressed the chloroform pad to her face.

“Mmmmmm,” Ms Americana groaned weakly, her red gloved hands clawing pathetically at nothing. In her weakened state, the gorgeous Queen of Justice succumbed to the heady gas in less than a minute.

“She’s down and out, boss,” Randy said with supreme satisfaction.

Jack looked at Mike and Todd. Flag Girl was being chloroformed into la-la land, her eyes fluttering just before she was completely unconscious. He smiled with vicious delight.

“Get them both in the van,” Jack said. “We’re going to make a bundle off these two.”

The bruised and battered white slavers picked Ms Americana up by her wrists and ankles, and hauled her sweet butt to the van. The hapless heroines were loaded up, and the white slavers headed back to the warehouse.

Once safely inside the warehouse, Jack said, “Set up the cameras. Ms Americana done pissed me off, so we’re going to get the ultimate revenge on her and Flag Cunt before she ship them off to their new masters.”

“Oh?” Bart said.

“We’re going to unmask them on live TV,” Jack said, his face twisting into an evil sneer. “It is every super heroine’s greatest fear.”

Twenty minutes later, after Jack had made some calls and set it all up, Ms Americana and Flag Girl were started into struggle back to consciousness. All of the white slavers put on knit sky masks. Then Bart and Todd picked Ms Americana up, holding tightly to her upper arms, while Mike and Biff did the same to Flag Girl. Randy manned the camera.

“We’re live in five, four, three, two…Hello Delta City. Welcome to the Debutante-a-Day Super Heroine Unmasking Spectacular,” Jack said, holding a mike and looking into the camera. Then he indicated the two beautiful, mostly naked super heroines. “As you can see, the stars of our little show are none other than the Queen of Justice her own fine self, Ms Americana, and her very annoyingly perky sidekick, Flag Girl.”

“What happened? Where am I?” Ms Americana mumbled, head spinning. She struggled weakly a moment. “Ooooh, I hurt all over.”

“I feel like I was run over by a bus,” Flag Girl groaned out.

“As you can see, out virtuous vigilantes in captivity have had a rather bad day,” Jack said, and the slavers all laughed. “It’s about to get worse. A whole lot worse, for them.”

“Hey! What’s happening? What’s that camera for? Why are all of you wearing masks?” Ms Americana said, her senses suddenly energized as DANGER…DANGER…DANGER ripped through her mind. “Great Liberty, we’ve been captured again!”

“Ah, the Queen of Stating The Obvious is sharp as a tack, don’t you know,” Jack said. “Now, shall we see who has been hiding behind those masks for so long?”

“No!” Ms Americana cried, really starting to struggle, whipping her long hair all around and growling viciously. “That’s not allowed.”

“Not fair!” Flag Girl said, wild-eyed and struggling.

“Hurry up and unmask the bitch,” Bart said with a strained voice. “She’s hard to hold.”

“Damn right, this bitch is good,” Todd gasped out.

“Zoom in on Americana’s face,” Jack said, moving up to her as his free hand reached for the mask.

“NO!” she cried, and kicked him in the nuts.

As Jack froze, Bart and Todd gawked at him. Ms Americana kicked both legs up, as she spread them wide. The camera zoomed in on her glistening cunt as she hooked long, shapely legs around Todd’s and Bart’s necks, and used all the strength in her genetically superior body to try to yank those heads off.

The strain and surprise proved too much, and they released the sexy super heroine’s arms. Ms Americana twisted free, spun and kicked Mike in the face. With one arm free, Flag Girl punched Biff in the face. Then Ms Americana grabbed Biff, and slung him head first into Randy. That put an end to the live camera feed to the networks.

“Follow me, Flag Girl,” Ms Americana said. They ran to the van, jumped in and locked the doors. No keys, but Ms Americana had other talents. As the white slavers struggled to their feet, seething, and then started toward the van, the sexy Queen of Justice was hotwiring their van.

“Ms Americana, hurry!” Flag Girl said.

“Got it,” she said, as the engine turned over. “Hang on.”

Ms Americana put it in Forward and hit the gas, driving straight at the approaching white slavers. They scattered, so she hit the brake, put it in reverse, and floored it. A second later the van crashed through the bay door and was outside.

“Now we take care of Felicity!” Ms Americana growled, starting up the street as fast as that van would run.

“We’re being followed,” Flag Girl said, head out the window.

“Dammit,” Ms Americana said. She took a few fast turns, and the car behind them followed. So she slowed down enough for them to catch up, then slammed on the brakes.

KA-BOOM! The car crashed into the back of the van. Ms Americana turned the wheel hard right, hit the gas and did a fast U-turn into the side of the car. Then she backed up, and took off again. The car didn’t move, and within seconds they were out of sight.

“Well done, Ms A,” Flag Girl said.

“It felt good,” she said, and grinned. “But not as much as beating the snot out of Felicity will feel is she continues to defy me.”

Without the Americana Mobile, they didn’t have the remote to open the secret entry into the Americana Cave. A sneak attack from within would’ve been best, but they had to play the cards they were dealt. Ms Americana smashed through the front gates of the former Wade Manor, and headed for the main door as security guards ran all around in confusion.

“Thank the Goddess,” Ms Americana said, spotting the Americana Mobile in the circular drive by the front door. “It occurred to me she might go to the penthouse.”

“How are we going to open the front doors if they are locked?” Flag Girl said.

“What front doors?” Ms Americana turned the wheel, and crashed through the double doors and came to a stop in the vast entry foyer.

“Felicity! I’ve come for YOU!” Ms Americana cried with fury as she got out.

They heard running feet in the Great Room, so charged into it just in time to spot Felicity racing out the other side. The chase was on. Unfortunately, the maid Mimi was there and jumped in front of them. Flag Girl raced ahead, and plowed into the sexy maid.

“Keep going, Ms A! I’ll be right behind you.”

As Flag Girl began pummeling the maid that helped abuse them, with fists, feet, and knees, Ms Americana ran for all she was worth after Felicity. She could barely hear the back-biting ex-assistant running just seconds ahead of her. Heading for the kitchen.

“Felicity, you can’t escape my wrath!”

Ms Americana smiled, when she gained enough on her fleeing foe to spot her again. Just as she entered the kitchen, she spotted Felicity cornered by the fridge, and charged her. But Felicity flung open the fridge door, and Ms Americana smashed into it. The force of the collision ripped the door off and sent the sexy super heroine sliding across the polished tile floor on her back.

“Bitch!” Felicity cried, picking up a frying pan and starting strike at the scrambling super heroine on the floor. CLANG! CLANG! It went against the floor, until she got a solid, THUNK as she struck Ms Americana’s left hip. “HA!”

“Aaagghhh!”

In desperation Ms Americana lashed out with a foot, and drove her sharp stiletto into Felicity’s left calf. She missed the shin, but got the meaty part. Felicity cried out and stumbled back as the vivacious vigilante regained her feet and attacked.

“Help!” Felicity cried, swinging the frying pan. And hit Ms Americana in the head. CLUNK. “Oh! Yes!”

“Uuggh. Oh no,” Ms Americana groaned, on one knee and rubbing her head. A knot was already starting to form. “Now I’m really ticked off.”

Felicity turned and ran for the servants’ stairs to the second floor. Ms Americana struggled to her wobbly feet, paused to regain her senses and started after her. Her amazing Aphrodite blessed body recovered fast from abuse, so she regained noticeable strength with every step. Soon she was running up the stairs.

“Felicity, I’m going to…,” she cried as she reached the top of the stairs. But Felicity stepped out in the open and swung the frying pan at Ms Americana’s face.

“Yikes!” she cried, and ducked. Felicity got the back of her head on the backstroke, but it wasn’t a solid hit. “Agh. Bitch, I’m going to kill you.”

Ms Americana turned to find Felicity standing at the top of the stairs with the frying pan held back like a baseball bat. The pretty brunette looked determined, and not the least bit scared. That was unacceptable.

“I think a tumble down the stairs is in order,” Ms Americana said, smirking.

Felicity looked confused, then glanced back over her shoulder and spotted Flag Girl coming up. Her vulnerability dawned as Ms Americana charged her. She swung desperately at the Queen of Justice’s face, but Ms Americana ducked again. Arms wide to tackle her foe, Ms Americana was surprised when Felicity sidestepped. She missed, and barely caught herself before taking a header down the stairs.

“Yes, a tumble down the stairs is in order,” Felicity sneered, and kicked Ms Americana in the rump, sending her head first into Flag Girl.

“Eeks!” Flag Girl cried, knocked backwards by her mentor.

The two nearly naked super heroines began tumbled down the narrow, steep stairs in a tangle of arms and legs. Felicity charged down after them, smirking as she spotted the sexy super heroine duo entangled and writhing pathetically.

“I can’t believe you two super bimbos escaped the white slavers yet again,” Felicity said, shaking her head. “They must be dumber than I thought.

“Miss Drakes, are you all right?” Ty Hardin said as he charged in with five security guards. He stopped and did a double-take. “Ms Americana and Flag Girl? You…you defeated BOTH of them in personal combat?”

“Huh? Oh. Oh my, I did!” Felicity said, grinning. “Am I a badass or what?”

“They aren’t wearing their power belts,” a guard said.

“Shh,” Ty said. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs as he guards separated the super heroines, then dropped to one knee to personally handcuff Ms Americana’s wrists behind her back. Then to Felicity. “This is a major event, Miss Drakes. Should we call the police to come arrest them for trespassing and assault? I am sure the DA will prosecute.”

“Great Liberty, no! I’m an icon of truth, justice and virtue to millions of young, impressionable women,” Ms Americana gasped out. Her mind was still spinning after the painful tumble down the stairs.

“Oh no, Ty. That would be fun, but I have a better idea,” Felicity said, noticing how both super heroines lifted their sweet asses high as they struggled to escape the handcuffs. They were unconsciously, instinctively presenting their sexual orifices for their captures pleasure. She had heard that all super heroines were suppressed whores, but since stealing Brenda’s fortune, and actually having to deal with super heroines, she was firmly onboard with that theory. Nothing she had seen from super heroines had dispelled that theory, and indeed, only seemed to confirm it. “I think I would prefer to mete my own version of justice to these two busybodies.”

“Okay,” he said, looking doubtful.

“You…you….MONSTER,” Ms Americana growled as she was pulled to her feet.

Ms Americana started kicking and struggling, taking the two security guards to the limits of their strength and ability. Felicity whacked her in the back of the head with the frying pan. CLANG! Then she turned and whacked Flag Girl again just for the Hell of it. CLANG!

“Ugh!” Ms Americana said, limbs going limp and head spinning. Now the guards just had to hold her up. “Ooooooh. Hurts.”

“Oooooh, Ms A. Head hurts. Spinning. Ooooooh,” Flag Girl gasped out.

Felicity laughed as Clive and the rest of her household staff came running into the kitchen. They all stopped to gawk at the sexy super heroines struggling in vain at Felicity’s feet, the frying pan of super heroine doom still in her right hand.

“You look concerned, Ty,” Felicity said, setting the frying pan down. She stepped before the dazed and confused super heroines, looking like they were starting to recover a bit. She cupped Ms Americana’s chin, pausing to admire her stunning beauty. “But I don’t think Ms Americana and Flag Girl will have any choice but to serve me…,” as her other hand reached up and she traced Ms Americana’s mask with a finger, “…after we unmask them and learn their secret identities. They will serve me as pathetic sex slaves, or I’ll cast them out among their enemies.”

Felicity sent the maids, Mimi and Tammy Jo, to fetch some of the things they would need. Then she led the way to the Great Room. Ms Americana and Flag Girl were really carried between two guards each, their red booted feet dragging behind as they struggled to clear their befuddled minds.

Once in the Great Room, Felicity sat in the middle of the couch and pointed to the huge coffee table. “Move the table, and put them there. Then I want you boys to start fucking them two at a time.”

Ty forced Ms Americana to bend over, body parallel to the floor and knees locked. He pulled out his cock, and shoved it up her glistening, shiny cunt. It was sopping wet, and he slid in without resistance. Penetration had a profound effect upon the bound beauty. Her baby blues went wide, and her mind cleared. Understanding of her dire straits crystallized, and the realization sucked her breath away.

“Uuuuggghhhhh,” Ms Americana groaned.

“Oh yes. It’s everything I ever fantasized it would be,” Ty groaned, starting a slow pumping action.

“You…must stop,” Ms Americana gasped out in rhythm to his deep thrusts. “Too vulnerable…can’t take….it. Oooooooh, Goddess.”

“Holy bitch tamers!” Flag Girl gasped out, just two feet away. Everyone glanced at the sexy pigtailed blonde. A guard was kneeling, sitting back on his legs, and she was straddling him, impaled upon his really, really big and fat cock. “So…fucking….big…..aagggghhh.”

Ms Americana watched breathlessly as another guard knelt behind the sexy sidekick, then forced her to bend dramatically backwards so that her face was in his crotch. Then he thrust his cock into her mouth, and started pumping. Flag Girl started slurping on that cock.

In less than a minute Flag Girl’s arousal overwhelmed her mind, and she was mindlessly fucking and sucking. Ms Americana didn’t notice, because her own spectacular body went from tingly good, to intense liquid heat. A career ending, freedom ending climax was starting to build deep in her belly. The desperate super heroine fought it. She understood that the longer she held it off, the more powerful it would be, and therefore the more devastating it would be. But the thought of surrendering to Felicity’s evil designs without a fight was alien to her thought process.

“Ms Americana, you gave yourself the wrong name,” Felicity said sexily. “You are so tittylicious, so bootilicious, that you should’ve called yourself Ms Fucklicious.”

“Destroying me is wrong,” Ms Americana gasped out. Just speaking stole from her concentration, so that threatening orgasm suddenly grew tenfold deep within, sending waves of erotic pleasure throughout her body. She barely clamped down on it in time to keep it from exploding, and frying her weakening mind. “Oooh. Too much. So good. So terribly good.”

“Someone plug her pie hole,” Felicity said, smirking.

Another guard stepped up, and started tracing her full red lips with his dickhead. Ms Americana groaned miserably, feeling the need to open wide and suck him dry. All that time recently working as a hooker was affecting her. Her mouth watered and titties tingled. Goddess help her, but she so loved sucking on a hard cock.

“Oh good, Tammy Jo is back with the video camera,” Felicity said. “And here comes Mimi with the fetish fashion accessories. Oh, and vibrators.”

“Aaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Flag Girl screamed her climax around the cock. Slurp. Slurp. Glg. Ngh. Slurp. “Hhhhhhhhgggggggggggghhhhh.”

The guard pushed at her glossy red lips with his cock. Ms Americana opened wide and let him in. That, and Flag Girl’s orgasm rattled her resolve, and that bitch taming climax threatening her deep within grew to monstrous proportions, now on the very brink. She tried to concentrate on holding it back, but that cock smelled so sexy, tasted even better. Ms Americana turned her full attention to sucking that cock properly, and lost it all.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried, baby blues wide in shock and awe as the most powerful climax of her life exploded. Her back bend dramatically, and her head pulled back, too. She pulled off the cock, and cried, “Great Liberty! I am TAMED!”

And she started sucking cock with wild abandon. Felicity noticed she was starting to sweat, with big beads of sweat starting to roll down her sides, across her butt cheeks, down her jostling tits, splashing off her swinging tits. Ty’s hips were slapping against Ms Americana’s with a wet slap now.

“Did you get that?” Felicity asked Tammy Jo.

“Yes. She climaxed in like ten seconds after I started filming,” Tammy Jo said. “What a great way to start her first porn video.”

Felicity was eager to unmask the sexy troublemakers, but she paused to enjoy the sounds of their submission. The two super heroines were slurping loudly, punctuated with wanton moans and groans, and lots of panting and grunts.

“Oh yeah,” the guard fucking Flag Girl’s pussy cried, and started pumping cum deep inside her.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!” Flag Girl cried in orgasm, again.

“Aaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried.

“Her pussy is starting to quiver…like….like…ooooh,” Ty groaned. “Take that, Americana!”

“Uuggggggggghhhhhh!” Ms Americana cried, climaxing with the sexy feel of a man coming inside her. “Uuuuuuuggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh! Mmmm.”

“She likes it,” Felicity said, eyes bright. “Ms Americana really likes…no, LOVES, getting fucked.”

“Next,” Ty said, grinning.

“No. You can continue fucking them stupid after I unmask them on camera,” Felicity said. She waited a few more minutes for the other two guards to cream their mouths. “Stand them up, but bind their knees and ankles, then someone kneel behind them and hold their legs down. I don’t care to be kicked. These two are master kick fighters.”

They used some black leather straps that Mimi brought down, and bound the two dazed beauties’ as directed. By the time they finished binding the sexy super heroines, they’d regained enough wits to start squirming. Everyone, women included, paused to watch their shiny, sweaty bodies move so erotically.

“You will pay for all you have done to us,” Ms Americana whispered hoarsely, still panting prettily. Her head lolled around, baby blues still unfocused.

“Honey, I’m just getting started,” Felicity said, caressing her sweaty, masked face. There was creamy cum across her nose, and dribbling down her chin. Cum was splattered across her 38Gs, and starting to run down between her bountiful boobs. “Debauchery becomes you, Ms Fucklicious.”

“So I’ve been told,” she groaned, straining to break the bindings on her legs. “What did you do to my….ugh…let go of my legs, you vile miscreant.”

“Tsk-tsk, Ms Bimbo-ana. Be nice to the boys who are going to fuck you stupid after I unmask you on camera,” Felicity said, starting to trace the blue, star-spangled mask with one perfectly manicured finger. Ms Americana froze with a gasp, baby blues wide as she stared at Felicity.

“No. You can’t,” she said. “It’s not allowed. You have to respect our anonymity.”

“I don’t have to do any such thing, sweetie pie,” Felicity said with a baby voice as she pushed a single finger under the edge of Ms Americana’s mask. The sexy super heroine whipped her head to the side, and kept whipping it all around, slinging her shiny black hair around as well. Felicity gave her an annoyed look, then glanced over her shoulder at the camera. “Ms Never-Say-Die is not giving up without a fight. Makes it all the more fun, don’t you think?”

With a determined grimace on her beautiful face, Felicity seized Ms Americana’s hair at the back of her head, and yanked her head way back. Holding tightly, she kept the frantic vigilante from defying her any more.

“Time for the money shot, Ms Honey Twat,” Felicity purred, hooking a finger through one eye hole of the legendary mask. Ms Americana felt her entire body go cold as her hated foe began to slowly pull her mask up. Her throat and chest tightened painfully, pushing out all of her air. Her belly clenched, and a deep tremor began throughout her spectacular body. With the mask half off, Felicity looked with a wide smile, though the camera was still at the wrong angle to identify her. “Peek-a-boo, you sexy fool, I see you – BRENDA WADE.”

Felicity pulled the mask all the way off, and tossed it aside. Then she used both hands, fingers splayed, to comb Ms Americana’s tousled hair back off her super model gorgeous face. The camera zoomed in as Tammy Jo giggled with delight, and the others gasped then cheered as the high-fived each other.

“Ultimate victory is MINE!” Felicity cried to the heavens.

“Nnnnnooooooooooooo!” Ms Americana cried in despair.

“Oh Goddess, Ms A, we’re doomed!” Flag Girl cried.

“Oh yes, Flag Twit,” Felicity said, moving over to her. “Not a big stretch to figure out who your sweet round ass belongs to.” She slipped a finger through an eye hole, and started pulling. “And the big reveal shows…that LYDIA WILLS has been hiding behind the mask.”

“You’re not the first to unmask us,” Ms Americana snarled.

“But I’ll be the last,” Felicity sneered. She turned to the camera, standing between the bound super heroines, and cupped both of their faces in her hands. With her enemies debauched, depowered and unmasked, she smiled smugly at the camera and said, “Behold! Brenda Wade IS Ms Americana, and her annoying sidekick is the equally annoying Lydia Wills.”

A vibrator was pushed up Ms Americana’s twat, and turned on at that time. Her body tensed, back arched and she let out a long, low, wanton groaned of pure pleasure.

“Ms A!” Flag Girl cried. Then another vibrator was shoved up her butt, and turned off. “Uuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhh. Ooooooooh, Goddess. Oooooooooh.”

“I can’t take it!” Ms Americana screamed as a second vibrator was pushed up her butt. “Aaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhh! Great Liberty, I am TAMED. I…I….Aaaaaaagghhhhh!”

“Tammy Jo, upload that video and sent it to every magazine, newspaper, TV and Cable network you can think of,” Felicity said. “Right now. We will NOT make the mistake everyone else did, and allow them to escape with their secret identities safe. Ms Americana and Flag Girl will be EXPOSED today.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Tammy Jo cried, and ran off to do her bidding.

“Tie them up sexy, and with full access to every wallowed out orifice of their fucklicious bodies, boys,” Felicity said. “I heard a rumor that super heroines are very vulnerable to brainwashing and mind control, especially if you brainwash them while they are climaxing. Let’s find out is that is true.”

“Please…don’t….so vulnerable….I beg you,” Ms Americana moaned out, then climaxed again. “AAAAAaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhh. So good. Sooo GLORIOUS.”

Felicity moved close, whispering in Ms Americana’s ear. “You are a sexy slave slut.”

“I am sexy,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Sexy slave SLUT.”

“I’m a sexy slut. Slave slut.”

“Yes you are,” Felicity said, grinning with malicious glee. She fondled Ms Americana’s left tit with her right hand, while her left started rolling and pulling on the other tit’s rock hard nipple. Her sexy slave squirmed, moaned and groaned delightfully. “It’s working, boys. Oh, this is going to be awesome owning these two. Brenda, you were born to serve and to give amazing sex to any and everyone.”

“I was born to fuck.”

“Even better,” Felicity said, chuckling.

“Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!” Flag Girl screamed.

“Ty, start to work on Lydia,” Felicity said, then turned back to Brenda. “You only live to fuck and serve me.”

“I live to fuck and serve you.”

“Call me ‘Mistress Felicity’ unless I say otherwise,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress Felicity.”

“You love me.”

“I love you.”

“You love me PASSIONATELY, with all your heart and soul,” Felicity said.

“I love you so much,” Brenda gasped out. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhh. Oh, Goddess, I love you so much.”

Felicity quickly shed her dress, and removed her thong panties. Brenda was forced to her knees, and Felicity placed one stiletto heeled foot upon her slave girl’s shoulder. The dazed slave girl blinked at the bikini waxed snatch, licked her lips and swallowed hard. Then her baby blues slowly closed as she leaned forward and pressed her mouth over her mistress’s cunt.

“Oh yeah,” Felicity groaned, savoring both her absolute victory over her most hated enemy, and the way Brenda was eagerly eating her out. “You have talent, Honey. I’m going to enjoy owning you.”

“MMmmmm,” Brenda groaned. Sssslurp. Slurp. “Hmmmm.” Gulp. Slurp. “Love you so much. Mmmmm.”