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 20

One week later, inside Drakes Manor…

Brenda sauntered into the Great Room, carrying a silver tray in her left hand. She still wore her Ms Americana costume, sans mask, power belt and strapless top. Also, her thongs had been modified: now crotchless so the men could have easy access. Her big boobs bounced and jostled as she walked. Her baby blues narrowed when she spotted Felicity’s chief bodyguard, Guido, in the corner getting a BJ from Lydia.

Lydia wore her Flag Girl costume, sans mask and power belt. The large round hole in her blue top was cut larger, so her firm young tits hung out at all times. Her red and white, vertically striped short-shorts were also modified to give the men easy access to her twat and butt hole.

We’re so fucked, Brenda thought.

The entire world knew their secret identities. Felicity had spoken with the local criminal element, and as long as Brenda and Lydia were under her firm control, the two former super heroines were safe from reprisals. The mobsters and smugglers and sex industry sociopaths were content to know she was living life in utter misery as a sex slave to her most bitter rival.

“Brenda, there you are,” Felicity said, waving her over.

Felicity was watching the TV raptly.

“Yes, Mistress Felicity, how may I serve you?” Brenda said the hated words, but it was how Felicity wanted to be addressed. “My body aches to please.”

Actually, that last line wasn’t a lie. The only good thing about sexual slavery was…well, all the sex. Brenda could forget her shameful lot in life while getting wang-banged into la la land. The very thought of sex got her spectacular body all tingly and aching with need. Felicity and her minions had spent a week training her mind and body to respond profoundly, and she was always a quick study.

“Look,” Felicity said, pointing at the TV. It was a special news report. “They are reporting that the Debutante-a-Day gang captured Green Spectre and Spectre Girl, and unmasked them on live TV. Did you know they were Axanna Morgan and her daughter, Summer?”

“Yes,” Brenda said.

“Do you know the secret identities of any other super heroines?”

“No. I only knew about Axanna because I recruited her,” Brenda said, bowing her head. “So it’s my fault she was captured and is suffering now.”

“Yeah, you had a knack for spreading misery,” Felicity said. She grinned evilly, seeing how profoundly her words hurt Brenda. “Thank the Goddess you finally submitted to your true nature, and became a submissive sex slave.”

“I am Aphrodite’s descendant, a woman of pure love and sex,” Brenda droned, eyes glazing over as her slave girl training kicked in. “My body’s only purpose is to please. My only pleasure and joy is giving erotic pleasure to my mistress and her friends.”

“So true,” Felicity said, giddy with victorious delight. A crashing sound came from outside, and they all looked expectantly towards it. “What was that?”

A moment later, they heard skidding noises as a vehicle stopped at the newly repaired front doors. The phone across the room rang, and Mimi went over and answered.

“What?” Mimi cried, eyes going wide. She dropped the phone and turned to Felicity with a frantic look. “Miss Felicity, you have to run! Security says a white van crashed through the main gate.”

“Debutante-a-Day Gang!” Lydia cried. “They’re coming for us, Brenda!”

“Great Liberty, they are going to send me to Thailand,” Brenda cried, heart hammering.

The front door rattled. Brenda breathed a sigh of relief. She was born to serve Mistress Felicity, not some goonish foreign drug overlord. Then the door boomed, and was ripped off it’s hinges. Super powered Bart Bilbo marched through with a look of satisfaction.

“No fucking door stops me!” he cried.

The whole Debutante-a-Day Gang rushed in around him as he strode towards the gawking women in the Great Room. Guido, Felicity’s bodyguard and the only one of them with a weapon, jumped up and charged them as he pulled his pistol. Biff blurred away, and appeared beside the apish goon, and zapped him with a taser. Using his super speed, he then handcuffed and chloroformed the bodyguard.

“Oh-oh, ladies, you are vulnerable now, since the only MAN has been taken out,” Jack said, smirking.

“Oh shit,” Felicity said, wild-eyed. “Brenda! Lydia! Beat them up!”

With that, Felicity vaulted over the couch and took off running. Brenda didn’t hesitate. Her slave girl training said nothing about FIGHTING men. Instead, she turned and took off after Felicity. She caught up halfway across the Great Room, and tripped her mistress.

“They can have you,” Brenda said. “I’m out of here. Come on, Lydia.”

“No,” Mimi cried, and tackled Lydia. “If I’m going to be sold into white slavery, so are you, bitch.”

“Aaagghh. Brenda, help me!” Lydia cried.

“Great Liberty!” Brenda cried, skidding to a halt on the highly polished floor.

“Let go of me!” Felicity cried.

Brenda looked at her mistress, to see Mike had hold of her left wrist, and wasn’t letting go. The evil grin on his face spoke volumes. Felicity picked up a vase, and Brenda thought she’d hit Mike with it. Instead, she threw it at Brenda.

“Ugh!” Brenda cried, struck in the head, the vase shattering. She fell flat on her butt, dazed. Bart yanked her up by her hair a few seconds later. “Oh no. Please don’t hurt me. I’ll be a good girl.”

The white slavers all stopped and stared at Brenda.

“Damn, Felicity, you really broke and tamed Ms Americana, didn’t you,” Jack said, grinning.

“Yes, but not so you could take her away,” Felicity said, struggling in vain as Mike handcuffed her wrists behind her back. “Damn you all! I fought hard to take away her fortune and make her my slave. This is not fair.”

“Life sucks,” Todd said. “Then hot rich bitches like you get sold into slavery and have to FUCK.”

“Can’t you sell me to Kid Rotten? Or King Pimp? Or even Mistress Tabitha?” Brenda said, tears starting to roll down her beautiful face as Bart handcuffed her, then held up a red ball gag. “I don’t want to be sold overseas. This is my home.”

Bart tapped her chin, and Brenda opened wide for the ball gag.

“Hggghhhh,” Lydia said, a bright blue ball gag in her mouth.

Brenda looked around. Felicity was handcuffed and ball-gagged, too. As was Tammy Jo and Mimi. Lydia was being collars, with a leash attached. Seconds later, the other women also had leashes and collars on them.

“Get them to the van,” Jack said.

Once at the van, Brenda saw three wooden shipping crates. Mimi and Tammy Jo were chloroformed, hogtied and stuffed into the van. Then they chloroformed Lydia into unconsciousness, laid her in a crate, and placed a breathing mask over her mouth and nose.

“That’ll keep her nice and quiet for the next few hours,” Randy said. He reached in and gave her firm, young tits a big squeeze. “You know what they say, Flag Girl; heroines who are sold as sex slaves in Vegas, stay in Vegas.”

“Funny, but kinda weak, bro,” Biff said, grinning. “Work on it.”

Brenda watched as they nailed the crate’s lid down. Then they chloroformed Felicity, placing her in a crate. Brenda starting looking around, wondering if there was a way to escape. She’d been in worse predicaments before.

“You know, Ms Americana,” Bart said into her ear, from over her shoulder. “I’m going to miss you.” He reached around and cupped her titanic tits, roughly fondling them. It felt good. Incredibly good. Brenda ground her sweet round butt into his bulging crotch, hoping he’d decide to remove her from her bonds and fuck her. That would give her a chance, scant as it was, of escaping. Instead, he unzipped and pulled out is cock, before shoving it up her butt.

“Hhhhhggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” Brenda groaned, back arched and eyes wide.

It felt good. Too good. It always didn’t nowadays. Felicity’s training had been thorough.

“Too cool, bro,” Biff said. He came over as Bart leaned back, causing Brenda’s red booted feet to come off the ground. Biff laughed, grabbed her ankles and spread them wide. A second later, Biff impaled her pussy, and both Bilbo brothers were banging the shit out of her voluptuous body. “One last fuck for old time’s sake, Ms A.”

Brenda’s head lolled about, as her baby blues rolled up. Her body was on fire. Erotic pleasure radiated out from her ass and cunt, consuming her with the most awesome, mind-numbing feelings imaginable. Within seconds she was panting through her nose as two long, thick cocks pistoned in and out of her. Liquidy heat filled her, stoking her building climax. And then it exploded deep within.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried around the ball gag. Bart, then Biff came inside her, feeling her up with creamy goodness. “Ugh. Ugh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Even before the Bilbo brothers stopped humping her, another slaver pressed a chloroform soaked pad over her nose. Already panting desperately for air, she couldn’t stop herself from breathing deeply of the heady fumes. In her weakened condition Brenda succumbed in less than a minute.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX

Bangkok Thailand, six months later…

Baby blue eyes looked left, then right as a sultry smile spread across her beautiful face. Ms Americana, sans mask, belt and top, stood up and walked across the hot, humid room. Every eye in the seedy brothel turned to watch her sweat shiny, spectacular body as she walked.

The grizzled old man stood with her pimp, Mongkut. Her real master, her owner, was Sunan. He ran a notorious drug cartel, and loved playing with his beautiful American super heroine. But every third month, she spend in the brothel, working for Sunan’s brother, Mongkut.

“This is famous American super heroine. Very beautiful,” Mongkut said to the old timer.

“How much?”

“Five hundred Thai Bahts, short time,” Ms Americana said. She pressed up close, rubbing her naked tits across his chest as her red gloved hands stroked his skinny, boney body. Then she nuzzled his cheek, and gave him a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Long time – fifteen hundred Thai Bahts. I treat you real good. Promise.”

“I take long time,” he said, highly aroused.

“Good choice. Ms Americana is my number one girl. Everyone loves her long time.”

THE END